Random One Shots

Wet Dream

content warning: three / some ;), third person pov [gave them names because I'm too dyslexic to try to do this without any names]

You wiped the steam off your mirror and stared at your damp complexion. Your shower was hot and desperately needed, in the direct sense to avoid a cold shower.

For some reason, you've been excessively horny. Every time you left your job, being around drawing men... It seemed right in your mind to feel that way. You haven't been touched in months since your last breakup. But you wanted to. But it's not the right time, you'd tell yourself.

You just got this job, your boss is amazing, and your coworkers are entertaining. Just settle in before turning everything into a wet dream.

Your hair is still wrapped in a towel as you pull on some silky pajamas and leave your bathroom. You check on your sweet little dog and he's fast asleep on your couch. You quietly move past him and into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine.

As you return to your bedroom, the door shuts behind you and you jump, startled by the act you didn't commit. You quickly turn toward the door and your fresh glass of wine slips from your hands. The glass shatters at your feet as it met the dark wood of your floor. But that's not what concerned you... what made your jaw drop and skin fall frozen, was a tall dark-haired man standing before you.

Not just any man... it was your boss, Spencer Roan. The man himself personally hired you as if he sought you out too.

Your stomach sank deeper into your gut, as your mind ran laps.

"Would you like me to clean that up?" He took a step towards you, his voice sounding real as ever. His soft tanned skin, sharp dark eyes, his muscular frame... it was right here.

"What- why are you in my apartment?" You take a step back as your hand reaches for the mattress behind you. "How- How'd you get in here?"

"I don't think that's important right now." His gaze tracks down your body, taking in your clean and crisp appearance.

"Don't look at me like that," you take another step back and your thighs press against your bed.

"I can't look at you?" He takes another step, and glass cracks as he steps through the mess. You shake your head and you feel your towel come undone.

You yank the towel off your head and your damp hair collapses over your shoulders. You thrust the towel in his direction and nod your head at the mess he just made worse. He snatched the towel from you and carelessly drops it to your floor.

"You should leave..." You couldn't move back anymore without sinking into your bed. You stood directly before you, his towering frame over yours.

"I can't leave yet."

"Why's that?" You swallow hard at his serious complexion, it was giving you goosebumps.

"Do I have your permission?"

"For what?" You were scared now, fear made your voice crack.

He dips his head to your ear, and you could feel his warm breath on your neck. It kind of made some of the chills go away, but the unsettling feeling was still there.

"To touch you."

Your eyes widened, your mind still spiraling at this entire situation. You asked the right questions, he doesn't look armed. But still, how'd he get in here?