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Y/N POV

I huffed as got up from my bed, leaving my room as I went to go grab a drink. I'd been in my room all day, not exactly motivated enough to get up until my throat screamed for liquid.

   I bounced down the stairs, hitting the hard wood floor as I began to walk into the kitchen.

  "Look who finally left their room." I heard my brother chuckle from the couch.

"As if you have friends outside your room." I snapped right back, laughing to myself.

  "I do. Actually, he's here right now. You remember Dylan?"

   My eyes widened at the mention of his friends name.  And this was the moment I kick myself because I was that stupid sister that fell for her brothers friend.

  Except this one, was not just some friend.

   This friend was an extreme guy. If you didn't know him, you probably wouldn't let your niece near him. He looked very intimidating. But, when you get to know him, you actually find out he's just an extremely sweet and goofy teenager. Who happens to like tattoos.

   And I happen to become extremely attracted, to guys who like tattoos.

   "Yeah." I gulped, nodding. I heard foot steps, and suddenly my brother and Dylan appeared at the kitchen doorway.

   "Hey, Y/N." Dylan smirked, before nodding. "Nice shirt."

   I quirked an eyebrow, before remembering all I had on was a tshirt.

  "Hope you enjoyed the show." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I grabbed a bottle of water and pushed past them, trying to nonchalantly make my way back to my room.

  "Oh, I did." I heard Dylan smile, followed by a smack. My brother obviously didn't enjoy that.

   And then two hours passed.

It was around dinner time, and I suddenly became hungry when I realized this.

  I heard a knock on my door, and when I looked up, I saw my brother.

   "I'm gonna go pick up some pizza. Dylan will be downstairs if ya need anything."

  I smiled and nodded, and he left. I heard the front door shut and the whir of his car start as he pulled out of the driveway.

   "Y/N."

I looked to the door again, seeing Dylan. His shirt was holding his biceps nicely, as he leaned against my doorway.

  "Yeah?" I asked, looking back to my homework. I heard soft steps, and before I knew it, my book and papers were swiped off my lap and off my bed. I snapped my head up, coming face to face with Dylan.

   "What was that f-"

Dylan quickly leaned down, smashing his lips to mine. Instantly, I sighed, clasping my hands on the nape of his neck.

   "I've wanted you for a long time. And not just, sexually, but like- you. I want to be with you." He breathed out, but kept his lips roughly moving against mine.

  "Good." I smirked. "I've wanted you too."

   He leaned back a small bit, really smiling as he looked to my eyes, before returning his hasty lips to mine.

  Dylan crawled over me, making me press my back all the way to the mattress. He held himself up by his elbows, his body barely an inch away as it grazed mine.

  One of his hands trailed down one side of my body, before his fingers met the hem of my shirt. He only dragged it up slightly, until he felt the lace of the waistband of my panties.

   "God, what are you doing to me." He sighed, lazily moving his lips for a split second.

   I smiled, before pressing my hips up slightly, and I instantly felt his bulge grow.

   I moved my hands down his toned back, before grabbing the end of his shirt and tugging it up. He got the note, as he quickly pulled away and ripped the shirt over his head, revealing the rest of the tattoos his shirts his. My favorite ones.

   Mindlessly, my fingers returned to the front of him, tracing along the lines of the simple ones. He watched my hand with awe, his slight breathing keeping out the silence.

   "I don't think I could find these attractive on anyone else..." I whispered, making him smile.

  "So, you don't mind them?" He asked, hopeful. I chuckled and raised my lips to his, brushing them against each other.

   "I would mind if you didn't have them." I whispered, dragging my fingers down his tattoo covered biceps. I felt him smirk, as he pushed my body back down forcibly, giving my hips a slight grind.

    "Good."
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  A/N:: you know, I haven't seen a Dylan punk edit until today. ive been deprived of this for so long. this. Is. amazing.

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