off limits 𖦹 dean di laurentis
⸝⸝ nothing says foreplay quite like a mouth full of blood
⸝⸝ sports med x reader, maybe mention of she/her pronouns, reader being nonchalant until she isnt, mild arguments, they both dont want a relationship yet cant seem to act like they arent in one, sorry for any mistakes
you cursed yourself as you walked up the steps, you cursed yourself when you walked into the house, and you cursed yourself when seeing the entirety of the hockey team in various locations. you knew you were loved by these boys, but sometimes felt they loved a little too much.
having proved that before, the protectiveness sort of eased but didnt fully go away.
you tried her best to push into the living room, hearing a quick shout of your name, you cursed yourself hearing logans voice. "hi, logan." you gave him a kind but awkward smile when he ran up. the drink in the cup he held sloshed around before his hand held on the top of her shoulder.
"thank you for everything that you do, for us. we really, really appreciate it." he swooned while pulling her into an unwanted hug. "its my job." she reminded him. "we know, but we still love you." another tight hug before he gave her a smile. "come find us if you need us." he said in a deeper voice before turning around and walking back to his friends.
you found your own friends after getting a drink, sitting on the edge of the couch besides a player from the opposing team they were playing with the following day. you didnt know his name, or cared to ask when the story being told continued.
you kept a soft smile on your lips as their group fell into laughter, shaking your head while pushing your hair behind your ear. "thats ridiclous." muttering and feeling a thud behind you, paying no attention to it you continued listening.
"whats your name?" it was asked quietly beside your. raising your brows and turning your head, answering and taking a sip of your beer. "so, you go to briar-u?” he asked, brows raising gently before he took a drink of whatever was in his cup.
you gave another forced but polite smile and nodded, “yep.” keeping it short, you turned your attention back to the speaker- another person adding onto the story. “whats your major?” he asked and you held your breath.
"you play left defenseman, right?" you asked and turned your head to face him fully. he sat lower than you, but still tilted his chin up so your eyes could meet. "you know hockey?"
"you ready for the game tomorrow?" you didnt answer his question and he didnt seem to notice when sucking in a breath. "nine wins, two ties this year. we have this next one in the bag, easy." you chuckled under your breath and your lip snapped into a smirk.
you glanced down to your lap when feeling his hand snake its way onto your hip, humming under your breath and scanning the area before turning to him again. "youre pretty cocky for a guy who lost his center position." you whispered as if trying to protect his dignity.
tucker walked over to the them, leaning down with cheers and hugging them. "the fuck did you just say?" it was loud enough for the group to go quiet and see the shocked expression on your face. "oh, good guess on my part. whatd you do?" you asked, egging him on while tucker furrowed his brows and crossed his arms over his chest.
"good guess? who the fuck told you?"
"whoa, okay-" tucker interjected while holding a hand out. the boy she sat next to looked up and his expression turned into understanding. "i get it now, youre fuckin a player on the team." he spat while tucker quickly looked at you, seeing you shake his head at him. its not worth it.
tucker held a hand to his chest, "oh, shes not fuckin me. but hes gonna have some fun with you."
dean was angry. he was more than angry, something that was new to him, something he didnt quite understand. he sat on the bench, eyes immediately finding the number 34 as if it was magnetic. his eyes focused on the face and studied every little shadow and imperfection.
words were buzzy in his ears when feeling a hand slap on his shoulder. he was on auto pilot, he needed to be in order to keep control. garrett had been watching him the entire day, dean hasnt said one word. garrett was terrified.
skating to position, deans eyes didnt leave that number while studying him. the buzzer went off, and dean no longer cared to stay in control.
he let a few passes go, knocking into him, pushing him around. it was the third period and deans eyes focused on his skates, squinting while trying to breathe through whatever was forcing him this way. the buzzer went off and he straightened his back.
when 34 went to pass him, dean dropped his stick and gripped around the collar of his opposing teammates jersey. the momentum caused the boy to be thrown into the air before being slammed down onto the ice. this was more than just a frustrated fight, this was personal.
the air was knocked from his lungs when dean flicked his gloves off and ripped the helmet off.
garrett grabbed under his arms. "nah, let me do this!" shouting and pulling away from garrett who then understood, and let his arms go. he needed dean back, this was the only way.
34 was back on his skates, holding his arms out in a ‘what the fuck?’ geature. garretts hands were still on dean’s shoulders, wondering what was going to happen after this standoff. “youre the boyfriend.” 34 said smugly, pointing a finger at dean.
with that, garrett pushed deans shoulders forward, 34 and 66 collided. dean allowed him one good hit, straight to the jaw before having the guy flying over his back and onto the ice. fighting to get up, dean grabbed the collar again, and his fist hit cheek and hit again, and again, and again before blood was splattered on the ice and dean was pulled off by his coach and logan. "let me go!" the first few rows heard him clear as day as he fought against the hold he was in.
garrett skated in front of him, "yo, dude, dude." garrett held his cold hands on dean's face, forcing his eyes to meet his captains. "you got him... you got him, brother." he almost laughed, knowing dean has never lost a fight before.
"go!" coach jensen shouted while logan skated off the ice with him. tucker was standing with his hand covering his mouth, "you werent supposed to do that, brother!" he shouted while dean shook his head. "shut the fuck up, tucker." cursing while slipping on his skate guards on and pushing through the half door.
he ran his clean hand through sweaty hair, breathing heavy while walking down the hall. "dean!" it was deaf to his ringing ears, not knowing it had been shouted over and over. "hey, di laurentis!" this was a command and his body involuntarily stopped, but didnt turn around.
he whirrled around, pointing a finger to where you had came from- but no words came out of his mouth. "i cant do this right now." he said, shaking his head while continuing to walk to the locker room. "yes you can, and you will." you followed him in, "no, i cant." his voice rose while he sat on the table with a heavy sigh through his nose. jumping down before grabbing the garbage and spitting into it.
"genuinely why did you freak out that bad?"
"you told tucker not to tell me?" he asked and immediately saw the confusion on your face. "yes because we are not together, dean. we slept together one time and now youre doing this?" you asked, gesturing an arm behind you while he shook his head and jumped from the table after the quick evaluation that every player gets after a game.
"any one of the guys would of done it." he answered, "stop making excuses, jesus christ."
dean went quiet, "you knocked him out, dean. he was unconscious." his back was to her thankfully, because she couldn't see the slow smile that creeped onto his face. "youd seriously risk your career for something as stupid as this." you asked while he turned around and sat on the bench. unlacing his boots he tilted his head to the side.
"a thousand times more." admitting while kicking his skates off and leaning forward. his knuckles burned when he rubbed his hands over his face. "then you need to rethink your priorities, dean." he groaned while sitting up. "you are aware of the feelings that i have," he said while gesturing to himself. "i am aware of the feelings you deny, because yes we slept together once and i felt this way before we did that.” standing up again while changing out of his gear and grabbing his towel.
“so yes, if i find out some fuck-ass called you a bitch, ill knock them the fuck out.” he said while walking past you, tone more serious than you thought he had. however you absolutely combusted inside yourself, brows furrowed tight together while hearing the shower turn on.
turning on your heels, you stared at the entrance before walking towards it. standing in front of the stall, deans gaze on you. “i wouldnt expect anything less.” you told him and saw his slow bloodied-gum smile when nodding his head.