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āangel?ā rafe murmurs into your neck as he sneaks up behind you. pressing his torso into your chest as you continue your mundane chores. hands pawing at your waist curiously, he works his way up your neck with tiny kisses and bites.
āyes baby?ā giggling, you continue folding the warm laundry, fresh out of the dryer, into neat piles for you to tidy away later. āwhatās on your mind handsome?ā you smile fondly as you spin around, your gaze meeting his ocean blue eyes quickly.
āwell.. was thinking.. i wanna try somethin new tonight you know? like a new pose or some shit..ā he gleams, that familiar crooked smirk stole across his face. ālike doggy yeah? itād be so hot baby jusā imagine..ā he asks you with a reckless sort of bravado, as if he already knew heād get his way.
ābut baby,ā you sigh. āi thought you loved when we had sex and you could see my face! thatās what you said last week anywaysā¦ā you didn't yell or throw his words back at him. instead, you just turn your face away slightly, your brows pinching together in a silent show of defiance.
āhey hey, cmon now angel donāt be like that for me yeah?ā his calloused hands plant themselves firmer into your waist as he pulls you closer, begging for your attention. ājusā wanna try something new with my girl, thatās all..ā he reaches out, his thumb gently catching the edge of your chin to tilt your face back up, trying to coax you out of the silence.
ācome onā he murmurs, his tone dropping all itās edge as he searches your face. ādont look at me like that with that damn pout baby girl.. just one night? please princess?ā reluctantly, you huff, as he presses a kiss to your forehead, an instant sign of you caving.
āfine, just tonight though yeah? and it canāt be anything wild okay? iām down for doggy like you said..ā weakly smiling, you place a small peck to his rosy lips.
ācourse princess, anything you want,ā rafe instantly beams. the high wire anxiety gone and now replaced by that untouchable cameron pride as he kisses the top of your head in excitement.
āfuck angel, on the bed now.ā rafe murmurs, his eyes tearing away the floral bikini set that clung to your sweat soaked skin from spending the rest of the day lounging by the pool.
you had both been out there for hours, the bright coastal sun leaving a warm, glowing sheen on your skin as you drifted in and out of sleep all afternoon. everything was perfect, until rafe couldnāt stand the sight of your satin, bikini clad skin any longer and dragged you upstairs. and now? he was practically salivating at the thought of fucking you raw in doggy.
reaching for the flimsy strings of your bikini, you start to undress for him. slowly peeling away the layer of material plastered to you. biting your lip, you smile playfully as your bikini top drops off your chest and onto the floor. ālike this rafey?ā you tease.
āmhm, keep going for me princess. i wanna see your pussy.ā he smirks, pulling off his belt and shirt in one fluid motion before he mindlessly tosses them both to the hardwood floor with a clatter.
the strings of your bikini bottoms give way as you peel the fabric away to reveal your glistening folds, coated in your arousal. āpathetic.ā rafe scoffs as he discards his remaining clothing and clambers over you.
āthis wet for me over nothing? youāre just my little slut arenāt you? hm?ā tilting his head, he condescendingly coos. waves of his breath fan over your flushed cheeks as two fingers slip between your folds before bringing them in front of you both and inspecting them. āfuck, already coating my fingers before i even get my cock out,ā he grins mischievously. with a sharp slap to your throbbing pussy, he purrs āall fours now angel, ass in the air for me.ā
heat creeps over your cheeks as you scramble to please rafe. and suddenly? your pert ass was in the air and presented to him whilst your elbows dug into the silk sheets of his bed. āperfect aināt you? god damn.ā he groans, delivering a sharp slap to your ass, a red print blooming across them, as he strokes his cock slackly.
and next thing you know, his mean cock was being rammed into your weeping hole. the flushed tip being swallowed whole by your pussy as rafes hips slap against your ass rapidly.
plap plap plap
you moan weakly, your forearms giving way so your face is smushed to the silk sheets. āyeah.. there we go angel, huh.ā the smugness of his voice leaks into your ears as your jaw slackens and a trail of spit runs down onto the sheets. āuh- mmh!ā you whine pathetically whilst your hole grips rafes cock like a vice. ārafe- fuck there!ā moaning more, you squirm as you wriggle your hips in attempt to get closer to rafe.
āfuck.ā rafe pants, his hips still meeting yours in a frenzy. āso fucking tight for me angel.. fuck!ā groaning, his forehead meets your bare shoulder. little bites and kisses are trailed along your back as you both get closer to finishing.
āgonnaā¦ cum!ā you manage to cry out frantically. the once pristine silk sheets were now coated in your makeup, mascara runs down your cheeks and your head is thrown back in pure pleasure. rafes fingers find their way to your puffy clit, drawing tiny figures of 8 on the swollen nub. edging you closer to your climax quickly.
āiām there.. im there.ā he murmurs. ācum now with me angel, now cmon,ā he pleads. his last thrusts were even more sloppier yet they managed to push you over the edge fast. without wasting anymore time, you turn your head, forcing your lips meet in a firm kiss. his tongue pushes into your mouth and claims you whilst you make a mess on his dick. waves of warmth fill you aswell, ropes of hot, sticky cum paint your walls as his hips stutter and his cock twitches inside of you.
he curses with a moan and both of your motions still, his forehead pressing to yours. warm skin on warm skin. the aftershocks of your orgasms hitting you both as the last drops of his cum trickle out of his softened cock and into you. your breath mixes together and you pull him down onto the bed from behind you.
āmaybe we should try new stuff often baby,ā you giggle, with a soft kiss to his nose as you curl into his chest. his limp cock still lays stuffed in your pussy, a mixture of both your cum seeping out of your tender hole.
āĖā” DEAN LOVES YOUR NEW NIPPLE PIERCINGS ź£ą§
Getting your nipples pierced was a last minute decision.
Earlier that day, you went with Allie to get her navel pierced. She was so excited, talking about all the piercings she would love to have but isnāt sure about. Which led to her saying, āYou would look absolutely fucking amazing with your nipples pierced. I bet Dean would have a field day with it, too.ā
She kept babbling, saying stuff like, āNot that Iām suggesting it for him. Only for yourself, obvi. And me and Han, I know she would agree.ā
You laughed it off, saying it was cool but not your thing.
Until you were inside the piercing shop.
The girl at the counter asked what the two of you needed, saying for a piercing it would be around a ten minute wait. Allie told the girl what she wanted, but before she wrote it down you butted in.
āUm, actuallyāI wanted to get my nipples pierced, can we do that today too?ā
The worker responded politely, āof course!ā before writing your information down.
Allie whipped her head around to face you as you walked away from the counter, her curls swaying. āReally? I thought you werenāt into the ideaā¦ā She squealed, excitement clearly coursing through her body.
You shook your head, hoping she didnāt see through your false confidence when you replied, āI mean, why not? Itās cute.ā
When you got home later that day, Dean was already cozying up in your bed. He knew youād be out with Allie for a while but youād told him he could be there if he wanted to. You didnāt really think heād take the offer.
āOh! Hi,ā you mumbled as you walked in the door, your brain hyperaware of your new piercings. Youād been so consumed by the thought of the piercings themselves that youād forgotten that Dean was going to see them, probably very soon.
Youād also forgotten how sensitive theyād be.
āHey, baby,ā his voice was muffled from being beneath a big pile of your blankets and stuffed animals, āHave fun with Allie?ā
The way you paused mindlessly before answering with a soft, āYeah,ā was Deanās first red flag. The second was how stiff you were standing as you walked around the room, putting your purse away and taking off your shoes.
He sat up, moving the little bunny stuffy he got you for Valentineās day.
When you finally met his eyes, your guard was up immediately. His bright blue eyes were narrowed and his lips were pressed in a pout. āOkay.ā
āOkay?ā
āOkay. Tell me what happened.ā
Laughing, you sat on the empty side of the bed. āWhat the hell are you talking about?ā
Dean rolled onto his stomach, taking up the empty space and revealing his shirtless torso. āYouāre acting weird. I want my girlfriend back, please.ā
You rolled your eyes, running your hand over his hair soothingly.
āOkay,ā you cleared your throat, trying to push down your racing thoughts. What if he hates it? What if he has to pretend to like it? What ifāāI have something to tell you.ā
His playful smile dropped, worry taking over his features. āYeah?ā
Dragging a hand over your face, you let out a heavy breath. āI got my nipples pierced,ā you mumbled against your palm.
There was a beat of silence before Dean said, āWhat was that?ā
āDean.ā
āI really couldnāt hear you, baby,ā He laughed, his hands coming up to wrap around your wrists and pull your hands away from your face. āCan you repeat it? Please?ā
Groaning, you repeated louder, āI got my nipples pierced.ā
There was another silent beat, but Deanās eyes had an unmistakable fire in them. The corner of his lips quirked up, his eyes dropping to your chest and back up.
āWhat?ā
āI am not repeating myself again, Di Laurentis.ā
āNo, no. I justāWow,ā he blew out a breath, his chest rising and falling more dramatically than before. āCan I see?ā
Thatās how you ended up here, with Deanās hands resting on your hips and his legs open wide for you to stand between. Your shirt was in a pile on the floor, the cool air making your nipples hard and even more of a view for Dean.
āWow. You lookā¦ā he trailed off, his gaze never straying from your tits. His hand reached up, aiming for your new piercings, until you stopped his hand.
āCanāt touch. Yāgotta be careful with āem.ā
Your boyfriend dragged out a low groan, dropping his head to your stomachāmaking sure to avoid hitting your sensitive piercings. āYouāre already killing me, and now I canāt even touch you? What am I being punished for?ā
You scoffed, āYouāre not being punished, you big baby. And if youāre expecting me to wait until my piercings are fully healed for you to touch me at all, Iām offended.ā
His head snapped up at that, his eyes telling you everything you need to know. That and the very clear boner heās sporting through his sweats. āI just gotta avoid the tits for a little? Thatās all? No surprise piercing down there that I need to know about?ā
You shook your head, recognizing the undeniable heat in his voice, āEverything else is still on the table.ā
The entire night felt like it was just Dean complimenting you. He said something at every point.
Took your pants off? āGorgeous.ā Came on his fingers? āSo fucking hot.ā Finished on his face? āDelicious.ā
He would not stop.
Even when he was buried to the hilt inside you, while you were squirming from the pleasure and milking his cock dry, he felt like he had to keep praising you. āYouāre so pretty, baby. I fucking loveāHoly shitāI love your nipples. I love your nipple piercings. So fucking sexy, baby.ā
The man literally begged you to go on top. He said he āwanted to have your pretty tits up close and bouncing in his face if he couldnāt even touch them.ā
You agreed, expecting to have to take control. Not expecting to have him fucking up into you, hitting you at a new angle that made your back arch and your entire body shake. Your eyes were teary and clamped shut, moans spilling out of your mouth faster than you could feel them coming.
āThat feel good, sweetheart?ā The cocky bastard asked you with a devilish grin on his face. āLooks like it from down here.ā
Your hand cupped over his mouth, your way of telling him to shut up without having to speak. He kissed your palm and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers through yours.
The new angle you took to reach his mouth made your clit rub against his solid body, adding extra pleasure that made you squeeze around him. āOh my god. Dean.ā
Dean groaned at the sound of your shaky voice gasping his name, the feeling of your tight pussy around him and your nails digging into his biceps bringing him closer to his release.
āIām close,ā his deep voice rasped in your ear, his hands gripping your hips as he continued plowing into you. You threw your head back with your body, Deanās fingers promptly coming to toy with your clit, working you over the edge.
āDeanāā
āI know, baby. Ride it out fāme,ā he cooed, continuing his thrusts until you pushed on his chest to stop him.
You slowly pulled off, careful not to overstimulate your very sensitive cunt. Flopping over on your back, Dean was quick to roll on his side to look at you. He didnāt say anything more, just stared until you turned away in embarrassment.
warnings ! fluff. mild talk of insecurities. dean is literally so sweet.
wc ! 1.8k
author's note ! don't you worry my loves i have at least two more parts planned!!
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part one.
You were nervous. A nervous wreck, really. Part of you was convinced this was all some ploy, but Hannah told you otherwise. "He's not like that, I promise," she said. And you chose to believe her. You had to believe her.
You wanted to.
You spent an hour getting ready, taking multiple pictures and sending them to Hannah and Allie for feedback. By the end, you were satisfied, even if still nervous. You waited anxiously on your couch for the text from Dean.
Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on your door. You swallowed. You hadn't expected him to actually come up to your door, but then again, you hadn't expected any of this. You stood up, walking over and opening the door.
Dean was holding flowers, a small smile on his face. His eyes raked over you, slowly and with no intention to hide his gaze. "Wow," he breathed out. You felt a little uncomfortable, not because of him, but because you weren't used to such an intense stare.
"Hi," you greeted softly, a small smile on your face.
"Hi," he repeated back. He held his hand out with the flowers, and you took them slowly. "I, uh, I asked Hannah what your favorites were."
You smiled a little brighter at that, sniffing the flowers and nodding. "That's sweet. Come in, let me put these in a vase."
He followed you inside, sitting on your couch as you searched your kitchen for a vase and set the flowers up on your countertop. Once you were done, Dean stood up, holding out his hand. "Shall we?"
You nodded. "We shall."
He chuckled, leading you out of your house, letting you lock your door, before leading you to his car. He opened the door for you, before rounding the car and getting in. "Where are we going?" you asked.
Dean smiled. "That's a surprise, sweetheart." You swallowed, not the biggest fan of surprises. Dean glanced at you. "Trust me. Hannah gave me all I needed to know."
That made you feel a little more at ease. You thought it was sweet he took the time to ask Hannah about you, but you tried not to let it go to your head. After all, you needed to be realistic. You doubted very seriously that you two were actually compatible.
Still, he let you pick the music and the talk in the car was easy and friendly, like it just flowed. You didn't get into deep conversations and you didn't ask many questions outside of the basic ones, saving all of that for when you got to wherever you were going.
Soon, you pulled up to your all-time favorite restaurant, and a small smile encompassed your face. Dean looked at you, a smile on his. "See, some surprises are worth it, hm?"
You giggled, nodding. Dean got out, rounding the car and opening your door, holding his hand out. You took it gladly, letting him guide you out of the car and into the restaurant. You were seated in a booth, Dean across from you as you both ordered your drinks.
"What do you like most about this place?" Dean asked once the waitress left.
"The atmosphere. I'm big on energy, and the energy here is always so good."
Dean nodded, eyes studying you. Not critically or anything, just a small glint in his look that made you aware he was taking notes. "I have to ask," you started. "Why'd you wanna go on a date with me?"
Dean tilted his head, like the question was the most puzzling thing in the world. "Why wouldn't I? You're beautiful and kind."
You shook your head, giggling. "No, I mean...you're not the type to go on dates, Dean."
Dean nodded, his throat working as he swallowed. "Well, maybe it's time to change that."
It was your turn to tilt your head, but the question remained unasked as the waitress brought your drinks. You both took a few minutes to look at the menu before ordering your food. By the time the waitress left once again, the energy had changed slightly.
Not bad. Just...different.
"So, hockey's not your thing. What is?"
Dean's forearms were on the table, him leaning in slightly as if what you were about to say was the most important thing in the world. You smiled slightly. "Peace."
The answer was simple, but somehow, Dean didn't need to ask any follow-ups. He just nodded, taking note of what you said.
"What's your favorite thing about hockey?" you asked.
Dean thought for a second. "The team. Nothing's better than a good team. Sure, the ice is nice, the game is cool, and the winning is amazing, but I'd be nothing out there without my boys. Don't tell them I said that, though."
You giggled, a genuine smile on your face. That was honestly the last thing you expected him to say, especially as a defenseman. "Secret's safe with me, Dean."
"Thanks, sweetheart." He smiled back at you, soft and small like it was the most raw thing he'd ever done. "Favorite place?"
You tilted your head in thought. "I think maybe the creek behind my old house. It's full of nature and peace and I really enjoyed reading out there. Like nothing could get me when I was with the Earth."
Dean smiled. "Hannah tells me you're an art major. Why's that?"
You shrugged. "It's just always drawn me. I get to be creative and speak through what I make. I can be anything, I can do anything, and I think that's pretty beautiful."
A nod from him. "That is pretty awesome."
You giggled. "You're pretty good at the whole 'date' thing."
His smile widened. "Yeah?"
You nodded. "Yeah."
"Well, good. I'm glad it's not miserable for you," he teased, but there was an underline of truth.
You shook your head. "Not at all."
The conversation flowed easily. It was comfortable and nice, like every word each of you said was meant to pass your lips and reach the other's ears. Dean's smile never faded, and neither did yours. He asked every question you'd never expected him of all people to ask.
You asked the ones you wanted to know the most. Things were easy and simple with him, and you were finding yourself a lot less skeptical than you were when the date started. Somehow, someway, it felt like you and him were compatible.
You tried to stay neutral, you tried not to get your hopes up, but it was hard. He was Dean, and he was staring at you like the world was at your feet. It felt unreal, truly. Like this was all some dream you'd wake up from and it'd be over.
But it wasn't.
The food arrived, and you took your time eating. You'd trained yourself in the art of eating slowly, to lessen the image that people automatically had over you. Dean, however, was not a slow eater. Nor did he care.
Nor did he have to.
You took a bite of your pasta, eyeing Dean as he cut into his steak. His thirty-five dollar steak. You honestly couldn't believe he'd pay that, but you should've known better. "So why Briar U?" he asked, taking a bite of his steak.
You raised an eyebrow, swallowing your bite of pasta. "Hm?"
"I mean, why'd you choose it? Hannah's mentioned just how smart you are."
You blushed slightly, shaking your head. "She's dramatic."
"I doubt that."
You giggled. The honest answer was a heavier one. One you weren't sure he really wanted to hear. Despite that doubt, you decided to tell him anyway. Honesty was something you were fond of. "Out of all the colleges I got accepted to, it was the best one that was furthest away."
Dean paused at that, questions in his eyes that you weren't sure he'd ask. "Furthest away from what?" You swallowed softly, like you were scared to answer, but were going to anyway. Dean noticed. "You don't have to answer that. I'm being nosy."
You shook your head, a soft smile on your face. "It's okay, I don't mind." You shrugged, taking a sip of your pink lemonade. "My family, mostly. They're...something. I dunno. It's best if we're on opposite sides of the country."
Dean nodded slowly, not pushing anymore. Even if it was clear he wanted to. "I assume you chose Briar for the hockey program?"
Dean smiled. "Yeah, couldn't really pass up that."
You giggled. "Guess not, huh?"
Dean was halfway done with his steak by the time you got a quarter of your pasta down, and honestly, you were already kind of full. You ate just fine in front of Hannah or by yourself, but right now? The thought of eating the entire dish made you slightly nauseous.
You weren't sure why, probably some deep-rooted problem you weren't putting effort into figuring out.
Dean eyed you for a second, eyes flicking down to your plate. "We can take that to-go, if you want," he said, his voice smooth and soft.
You nodded slightly. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry."
Dean furrowed his brows. "For what?"
You shrugged, chuckling softly. "Just feels like I'm wasting, even though I know I'm not."
He tilted his head. "Even if you did, I wouldn't care. Don't force yourself."
You looked at him, eyes searching his for a moment. "Yeah," you whispered.
Dean put his cutlery down, calling a waitress over for two to-go containers. "You don't have toā"
"No, it's okay. I'm already kind of full and I did promise Logan some steak anyway," he said, a smile on his face like this was no trouble at all.
You smiled back softly, even if you didn't really believe him. The gesture was sweet.
Once your food was in to-go containers and Dean paid for the meal, you were leaving the restaurant. Dean opened your door for you and you got in his car, watching as he rounded it. You let out a small, shaky breath before he got in.
Once he was in and the car was on, he looked at you. "Am I taking you home, or is there anything else you wanna do?" he asked genuinely.
You looked at him. "Honestly? I'd love to keep this going, but I have an assignment to finish unfortunately." You looked at him apologetically, and he nodded.
"No worries, sweetheart. There's always next time." He flashed his award-winning smile at you, and you giggled.
"Oh, so there's going to be a next time?"
"Only if you want there to be, of course."
Dean started down the street. You nodded. "Yeah, I do."
His smile widened, but he didn't say anything. The ride to your house was filled with random music from the radio and the occasional short conversation from the two of you, but it was comforting. Warm and soft like it was right where you were meant to be.
When you pulled up, Dean did what he'd done all night. Got out and opened your door, helping you out of the car and then walking you up to your house. You turned around and looked up at him as you reached your door.
"Thank you for tonight, Dean. Really."
He smiled softly. "Anytime, sweetheart."
You stood on your tip-toes, kissing his cheek softly, before pulling back. Your faces were close now, and you didn't miss the way his eyes glanced at your lips. He didn't make a move, though. "Goodnight," you whispered.
"Goodnight," he whispered back.
You turned around, unlocking your door and walking in, giving him one last wave before closing your door and locking it. You sighed out contently, a small smile on your face that stayed for the rest of the night.
summary ! you catch dean's attention, but quickly shut it down because you don't do casual. dean persists anyway.
warnings ! fluff. mild talk of insecurities. dean is over being casual about everything. cutie patooties.
wc ! 2.7k
author's note ! i loved writing this and def think i will write more briar u boys with golden!reader !! not proof-read.
to be added to my taglist.
You did not want to be there. Hockey was a violent sport and you didn't like it. However, Hannah's boyfriend just so happened to be the captain, so you were sucked into far too many games for your liking.
"Listen, if I can get over it, so can you," Hannah told you, smiling.
She had a point, you supposed. Her reason was much more valid than yours, and yet, you found yourself upset anyway. Not irrationally or anything, just mildly. Still, you sat with her in the crowd, eyes latching onto the game.
If you were here, you might as well watch. You knew the players, Hannah was around them all the time so that meant you'd come to know their faces, even if you never personally interacted. You tended to stay clear of men like them.
The game was brutal and violent and by the end you felt a little nauseous. Not because you couldn't watch violence, but because you hated the unnecessary kind. And this seemed the most unnecessary there was.
Still, you stayed silent. You cheered with Hannah when Briar U won and you found yourself even a little happy. No, you didn't like hockey, but if someone had to win, it might as well be your team.
Hannah dragged you with her to wait down the hall of the locker rooms. "This is stupid," you grumbled, crossing your arms.
Hannah laughed. "It's not stupid! I want you to meet my friends!"
You sighed, giving in easily. You had a soft spot for Hannah, and you were glad she had found some more people to be comfortable with. Allie was supposed to be here, but she got way too caught up in the upcoming play and ended up passed out in her room.
You two left her be.
Soon enough, men were piling out of the locker room and you felt a little uncomfortable. Not because you felt unsafe, but because they were all staring at you. You weren't shy or anything, not even really that insecure, but it was reasonable that a group full of men staring at you made you uncomfortable.
Hannah introduced you to the guys, and you gave a small wave, an even smaller smile on your face. Not out of rudeness, but out of comfort for yourself. None of them seemed to mind. "You coming to the party, Wellsy?" Dean asked, tossing his arm around her shoulders.
"Depends. Are you coming to the party?" Hannah's eyes were on you.
You widened your eyes, pointing to yourself. "Me? Um...no?"
Dean boo'd, and Logan smacked him upside the head. "Be nice, dickwad."
That earned a little giggle from you. "Come. It'll be fun, and I'll personally bodyguard you if need be," Garrett said, his eyes soft and warm as they reached you.
You sucked in a breath, looking at Hannah who had a little pout on her face. You gave in again. "Okay, I'll come."
Dean and Hannah cheered, slapping palms together. You chuckled, shaking your head. You turned around, heading toward the building doors.
This was a bad idea.
Still, you found yourself walking into the hockey house a few hours later with Hannah at your hip, your eyes darting around the place. You'd never actually been in it, and it was smaller than you expected.
People were packed everywhere, girls all over the guys and they were eating it up like Christmas dinner. Especially Dean. Hannah waved at Garrett, who smiled, walking over to you two.
It was nice for all of two seconds before you decided that being suffocated by the love of those two was not something you wanted to be subjected to all evening. You pulled away from Hannah, a polite smile on your face.
"I'm going to get a drink."
Hannah tilted her head, but nodded. She knew you enough to know that, while you loved love, sometimes it was too much. You hated it, really. It made you feel guilty. There was no reason for you to feel so...envious of Hannah.
She deserved all she had, and you wanted that for her.
Still, something inside you ached a little every time she was with Garrett. Some little voice in your head that told you that could never be you. You ignored it. You had to. You couldn't let that stupid voice consume your life.
Even if, sometimes, it felt like it would.
You sighed, walking over to the kitchen and making yourself a drink. You heavily inspected the cup before deciding it was safe. It took two sips for you to realize you hated whatever it was. Well, it took one sip. But you took another one just to be sure.
You were definitely sure, making a sour face and pouring the liquid down the drain of the sink.
"You know, that's perfectly good alcohol right there." Dean's voice invaded your ears. You looked beside you, seeing him leaning against the fridge, a small smirk on his face.
"Good is a stretch," you replied, shaking your head in an attempt to get the sour taste out.
He chuckled. "Nice freckles." The comment was an odd one, but it ignited some sort of feeling in you. "Never got to see you close enough to notice before."
You managed a smile, a breathy chuckle accompanying it. "That happened to be the goal."
He tilted his head. "How come?"
You swallowed. "Don't you have some girl to make out with?"
A smile from him. "Depends. Are you that girl?"
You crossed your arms. "No."
"Then no."
You narrowed your eyes at him, studying him. His demeanor was calm, collected, cool. Like he belonged right where he was, talking to you in his kitchen as a party happened around the two of you. You weren't quite as collected.
"You didn't answer my other question," he pointed out.
You bit the inside of your cheek. "Well, it was a stupid question."
"Humor me."
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "You're impossible."
"Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart."
The pet name usually made you feel sick. But Dean didn't say it like a catcall. He said it like it was natural. Like it was a name meant for you. You were positively confused. A little concerned. Mostly focused on making your exit.
Dean noticed. "Some place to be?" He stepped closer. One tiny little step. It made you feel hot.
You swallowed. "Lots of places to be. None of them are here."
"How come?"
The repeated question caused a fire to spread up your neck until you felt the blush across your cheeks. Dean smiled. Not smirked. Smiled. "You're cute when you blush."
You had never felt more of an urge to push a man than you did right then. Not out of anger, but out of embarrassment. No way were you blushing in front of Dean Di Laurentis. "Shut up," you mumbled, tightening your arms around yourself to feel a little more protected.
Dean's eyes scanned over you, his gaze making you squirm slightly. You didn't enjoy being inspected, especially by some manwhore hockey man. Still, you stayed silent. His eyes met yours, something in them you weren't too familiar with.
You could still place it, though. You'd seen it a couple times. It was hunger.
Your chest felt a little tight, and you refused to fall at the feet of him. Your eyes scanned the room. "I make you nervous, don't I?" he asked softly. Not judging or teasing, just a genuine question.
"A little, yes," you replied, eyes staring next to him at the fridge instead of at him.
"How come?"
"Can you stop asking me that?"
"Can you start answering me?"
You bit back a smile. "Fine. You get one question, make it good."
Dean thought for a second. "Why don't you come around?"
You sucked in a breath. "Why would I? A house full of men isn't exactly my idea of a good time."
Dean tilted his head. "So what is?"
You shook yours. "You don't really care about that."
"Hm?"
"I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're not interested in knowing what I do for fun. You're interested in how much fun I can give you."
Something passed Dean's eyes, something that made you regret what you said, but he easily recovered. "True. Partly."
"Partly?"
"I'm not blind, sweetheart. You're a gorgeous woman in my kitchen, I'd be stupid not to flirt. Still, I am actually interested in what you have to say. I don't only think with my dick, you know?"
You tilted your head. "Hm, that's not what I've heard." Dean chuckled, you smiled. "Okay, fine. You get another question."
This one came with no hesitation. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight?"
"Not entirely," you answered honestly. Dean tilted his chin up.
"You wanna go home?"
"Can't. Allie dropped us off."
"Not what I asked."
You sighed. "Yes."
"Then let's go."
You furrowed your brows. "Dean-"
He shook his head. "The party will live without me. I'd be cruel to make you suffer through it." He peeled himself off the fridge, holding out a hand.
You chuckled softly, slipping your hand into his. His fingers wrapped around your hand easily, and the warmth of his skin caused goosebumps to erupt. You ignored them. You found Hannah quickly, she was drunk.
You were glad she felt comfortable enough to be that way now.
You said goodbye to both Hannah and Garrett, and then followed Dean out of the house. He led you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. You got in silently, and once Dean got in, you gave him your address.
The ride was silent, but comfortable. Music hummed lowly through the car and Dean's eyes flickered to you every once in a while. You never looked back. You were smarter than that. You knew better. You had to know better.
You weren't going to one-night stand yourself into some complicated feelings over Dean fucking Di Laurentis. No, you were more aware of your faults than that. More aware of your inability to be casual about anything.
He pulled up to your house, a small one bedroom in a quiet neighborhood. You sighed softly. You regretted the words before you even got them out. "Do you want to come in?"
There was a pause, before Dean nodded. "Yeah."
You ignored the feeling in your chest as you got out, digging your keys out of your pocket and walking up to the front door, Dean following behind you silently. The door creaked open, and you flicked on the light, kicking your shoes off at the door.
Dean followed your example, trailing you as you walked into your cozy living room. It was full of books and plants and, honestly, it was everything Dean thought it would be. Maybe more.
"Cute," he said softly, almost too softly. His fingers grazed the chipping wallpaper on the wall, and you sucked in a small breath, sitting down in your hanging chair.
Dean followed, sitting down on the couch.
"Why'd you come in?" you asked suddenly, but quietly.
Dean smiled. "Why not?"
"Not an actual answer, by the way."
He chuckled. "Honestly? I wanted to see what kind of place you lived in."
You tilted your head. "And?"
"It's everything I expected from you."
You chuckled. "You can go back to your party, you know?"
"I know."
"Yet, you're still sitting on my couch."
"That I am."
Silence. You sucked in a small breath, turning your head away from him. You felt his stare. You ignored it. "Why do you do that?"
Dean's question was soft and quiet, but full of a weight he didn't know it carried. "Do what?" you asked. Your eyes still weren't on his.
"We get somewhere, and you shut down."
"We don't get anywhere."
"Yes, we do."
You closed your eyes, sucking in a breath through your nose. Your hands tightened at the edges of your chair. You slowly looked at him. "Honestly? It scares me."
Dean tilted his head at your answer, his eyes soft and searching. "What does?"
"You. This. All of it. I don't..." You shook your head. "I don't flirt. I'm smarter than that. I don't get my hopes up. I'm better than that. And I certainly, certainly don't invite a hockey man into my house."
Dean ignored the last part for now, more focused on what you said before. "Hopes up about what?" he asked curiously.
You laughed. A self-deprecating one that made you cringe internally. "You're not dumb, Dean. You know who you are, and so do I. And I know who I am. It's just..." You shook your head once more. It wasn't like you didn't know your worth.
You did.
You just also knew when you were in over your head. Sometimes it got the better of you. You hated that it did, but you couldn't help it. Dean moved then, slowly and soft like you were going to run away if he moved too quickly.
Maybe you were.
He found his place in front of you on his knees, eyes looking up at you. You sucked in a breath. "So who are you, then?" he asked quietly.
Your eyes searched his. "I'm the girl who's smart enough to know that this isn't happening. Not really." He tilted his head. You continued. "You'll flirt and maybe you'll get what you want, or maybe you won't. Either way, you'll go home and it'll be over for you. You're a casual man, Dean."
He swallowed. You didn't stop. "Casual's cool. It's nice, I guess. But it's not me. I'm not that type of person. I can't be. It's not realistic, and it's certainly not something I'm capable of."
Dean sucked in a breath. "It doesn't have to be casual."
The words hung heavy in the air. You furrowed your brows. "What?"
Dean shrugged. "It doesn't have to be anything you don't want it to be. It doesn't have to be sex." He leaned in, just slightly, his hands resting on either side of your legs. "What do you want?"
You scoffed, soft and really with no insult behind it, shaking your head. "I-" You swallowed. "What?" You couldn't fathom what he was saying right now. Dean Di Laurentis of all people.
"What do you want?" he repeated, softer this time.
The question was heavy. It crushed your throat and filled your chest with cement. It was the type of question you never answered honestly. Tonight, it felt like you had to. "I want to be wanted. Really wanted."
Dean nodded, eyes searching yours. He stood up slowly, holding out his hand. For some reason, you just took it. No questions asked. He pulled you up with ease, and you gasped softly as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest.
"Why don't we start slow?" he asked quietly. "See where it goes."
"I'm not having sex with you."
He smiled. "Not what I meant, sweetheart."
You tilted your head, genuinely curious. "What did you mean?"
He brought a hand up, thumb brushing over your cheek that was still burning with a blush. "I take you on a date, we get to know each other. Something...un-casual."
You sucked in a small breath, eyes searching his. "You're serious?"
"Deadly."
You bit your lip, slowly nodding. "Okay."
He smiled, soft and warm and it filled you with something you weren't sure you wanted to place. You were fucking terrified. Still, your veins pumped with excitement. "Does it count as un-casual if I kiss you?"
You giggled at his question. "Only if you don't immediately leave after."
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He shook his head, tucking some hair behind your ear. "Not happening."
You nodded, giving him the green light. His lips met yours softly, full of warmth and passion and you felt dizzy from it. He pulled you closer, hands roaming your body in a way you've never felt. You moaned softly into the kiss as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
Dean pressed against you harder, but not insistent. Like he just wanted to be close. What usually made you feel uncomfortable made you feel warm now. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, deepening the kiss slightly.
Dean's hands slipped under your ass, picking you up in one swift motion. You gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders. He carried you over to the couch like you weighed nothing, sitting you on his lap as you two made out.
His lips traveled to your jaw, sucking softly on the skin as you let out a shaky breath, hand running through his hair. He pulled back slowly, licking his lips as he looked at you. You could feel him growing harder under you, and it was hard to ignore.
He noticed. "Don't worry about it," he whispered, caressing your hair. "No sex, remember?"
You giggled, leaning in and kissing him softly. He groaned into it. "You are so not how I thought you'd be."
GOLDEN!READER. . . who knows her worth, far past what any man could ever tell her.
GOLDEN!READER. . . who gets along with everyone and everything, finding kindness in every situation.
GOLDEN!READER. . . who hides insecurities behind smiles and jokes, because she knows how most people react when a chubby girl finds herself attractive.
GOLDEN!READER. . . who loves earth, and everything to do with it. some consider her a hippie for it. she doesn't mind.
GOLDEN!READER. . . who's sure as hell not going to fall for any games a man tries to play. she's been around far too long for that.
GOLDEN!READER. . . who secretly yearns to feel loved the way all her friends do. she'd never tell anyone, though.
GOLDEN!READER. . . who practices peace, but knows how to fight just in case.
ā. š Ė rafe cameron - older brotherās best friend / x reader fanfiction
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Rafe Cameron never intended to lay his eyes on his best friendās sister.
She was like family to him, always around ā friends with Sarah. She was just another kid on the island.
One Summer changed everything.
She was older now, fresh from college, back in the Outer Banksā for one last ride.
And somehow, she was different too. Wiser, sharper, hard to not notice when she passed by.
The problem?
She was off-limits.
His family would freak out if they knew, let alone his best friend since childhood, heād kill him.
Rafe had always protected her, like his own little sister, but nowā¦
Now he couldnāt take his eyes off of her.
And it wasnāt just looks, oh no, it was something else entirely.
She was laughing at the jokes that Rafe made, the ones she didnāt understand when she was younger.
She was more mature, running around Tannyhill and making everyone smile with her presence.
She turned heads, that was for sure.
And Rafe? He didnāt like that at all.
He hated how boys her age always found excuses to linger longer.
The compliments, the stares, the way they smiled at her like they had a chance.
Most of allā¦
He hated himself for caring so much.
That was the same little girl that cried when she scrapped her knees, climbing on a tree. The same little girl that played with butterflies with Sarah in the garden.
He used to ruffle her hair and call her ākidā.
She wasnāt a kid anymore.
The music was loud enough to make the ground vibrate.
She sat in the garden, the only thing she remembered was texting Rafe earlier.
Her brother couldnāt know that she was at a Poguesā party.
Sheād had maybe three drinks, letās say four.
A black Range Rover pulled up in front of the house, she recognized it immediately.
Rafeās.
He got out of the car, looking for her.
āYou came.ā
She said as soon as she met him, the smell of alcohol on her strong.
āOf course I did.ā
Rafe smiled.
āNow, why are you even here? At a Poguesā party.ā
He asked, not disappointed, worried.
She didnāt know how to answer, perhaps too drunk to even comprehend what he was asking.
āCome on, letās get you home.ā
He said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
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šą§ A/N: hii !! ^-^ this is the first part of the fanfiction iām writing :) i hope you like it, iām currently writing part two and part three and i will post the whole fanfiction once completed soon on here <3 i have to say, this is my first time writing after so long, i took such a break that i donāt even remember how to put the letters in order. this said, see you soon, leave a comment with ideas and stuff ^-^<3
