Request: Could you do a smut where the girl works underground with dylan as well and suddenly gets frustrated because she realizes she likes him and then confession and boom sex ;) Lol I'm lame but you're not ;)
Warnings: Smut // course language
Notes: ahh first smut in a long time 😂
Dylan and I were packaging the weed for tomorrow’s delivery, which was supposed to be done a few nights ago, but all of our schedules have been loaded with work. I’ve always fancied Dylan, but I couldn't let that affect my work here - considering I was the only girl here - so I had to keep it professional. Although, I would catch Dylan staring at me from time-to-time, which always made the butterflies tingle in my stomach. I glanced up at him once more, and notice that he was carrying two heavy boxes, with his biceps flexing whilst doing so. That almost made me drool because my god, he was hot! I could already feel the pool of wetness in my panties, which only made me more frustrated.
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Dylan joked, winking at me.
“Oh... Sorry,” I coughed. Dylan only seemed to chuckle, and the two of us got back to work. Even his voice was hot.
“Fuck this.” I sighed, breaking the silence after a few moments after our last encounter. “I like you. A lot. And I know we have to be professional and all because we’re co-workers, but how can I when you’re fucking hot as hell.” I confessed. Dylan stood before me, smirking as he slowly walked forward.
“You like me, huh? How long did it take you to finally admit it?”
“A while,” I whispered as he stood right in front of my face.
“Well, in the case... I like you too,” his soft voice rang, and before I knew it, Dylan surged forward, smashing his lips onto mine. With our bodies pressed together, it only created more of a sexual energy between us, causing us to both feel more aroused.
“Dylan,” I breathed out, as his lips attached to my neck and sucking on the delicate skin. His hand firm hand groping my ass, before giving it a gentle smack. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, causing Dylan to smirk slightly. He bent down and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around him. Dylan walks over to a table and clears it before setting me down on it. Dylan’s large hands trailed up and down my thighs, as he continued to kiss and suck on my neck. His hands slowly travel further up, pulling down the thin piece of fabric. My hips bucked in attempt to create more friction against his hand, but he removed his hand.
“Tsk, no baby. That’s my job,” he chuckles as he lifts up my shirt and tosses it behind him. Whilst I unclasp my bra, Dylan takes his shirt off, revealing his gorgeous abs. He bends down and kneels in front on my thighs, placing gentle kisses on the inside of my thighs, making me even more desperate. He then placed a small kiss on my clit, and I let out a louder moan as he licked a stripe of my clit. Adding more pressure, he sucked on my clit, and my hands flew to his hair and tugged on it harshly, urging him to continue. My eyes fluttered shut as I allowed his lips and tongue to do the work against my core, feeling my orgasm approaching. Dylan looked up at me, to find my head thrown back, my back arched and my hands pulling on his hair.
“Dylan. Fuck.” I moaned loudly, as he slipping in his middle finger, curling it upwards all in the right places, before adding another. He continued to apply more pressure onto my clit, and with both his tongue and his fingers doing wonders, I came onto his fingers, moaning loudly. He licked all round my sensitive bud, cleaning me up before standing back up and kissing me passionately. Dylan grabs a condom out of his wallet, causing me to chuckle.
“Well, aren't you prepared.”
“You never know,” he winks, before pulling both his jeans and boxers down, and crawling on top of me.
I spread my legs wide and waiting impatiently for him. Dylan lined himself up against my entrance and slowly pushed in, a moan escaped both our mouths.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, as he pushed in all the way. He pulled out before smelling back into you. I couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped my lips when he slammed back into me again, my back arching again. Dylan started thrusting into you at a fast and hard pace, turning the two of you into a moaning mess. He lifted my leg up and over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper.
“Dylan. Oh my god,” I moan out, as he hit that perfect spot. Dylan smirked and his hand grabbed ahold of my hip, thrusting harder into that one perfect spot. Soon enough, the familiar knot at the pit of my stomach appeared again, our breathing both got heavier with each thrust.
“I’m so - ugh- fucking close,” I moan out.
“Me too, baby,” Dylan grunts back. With only a few more thrusts, I came around his for the second time today, with a cry of his name. He continued to thrust roughly, until he finally reached and rode out his high.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he pressed his forehead against mine, with the both of us trying to catch our breaths back. After a few moments, he pulled away and threw the condom in the trashcan, before getting dressed. I laid there on the table, watching him in awe.
“So, what happens now?” I ask.
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