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“Draco, please.” you whined, a small laugh coming out at the same time.

Draco inhales a deep breath, groaning as he takes in your sweet scent.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so… intoxicating.” Draco groans, his hands swinging over your shoulders, large palms gripping your tits through your uniform shirt.

His long fingers pinch your nipples through the fabric, pulling a soft moan from you. Your eyes go wide, looking around the library to make sure no one else heard that slip out..

“Draco, stop, we need to study!” you whisper-shout, trying to shrug him off of you, but he doesn’t allow it.

Draco presses his lips to your neck, the feeling of his warm breath against your skin sending goosebumps down your arms and legs. He kisses the length of your neck, up to your jaw. One hand finds its way to your neck, craning your head upward so his lips can find yours in a hot kiss.

Your tongue pushes into Draco’s mouth, getting lost in the moment before you remember where you’re at, forcefully breaking yourself away from him.

“Okay, enough! We’ve got to study, we can fool around later in the comfort of one of our rooms!”

Draco sighs, his hands giving your tits a final squeeze before he moves to sit back in his chair. He runs a hand through his bright blond hair, messing it up before his blue eyes find yours.

“This is totally unfair, you’re looking like,” he pauses, his eyes running the length of you. “that, and I’m not allowed to touch you until later?”

You can’t help the smile that takes over your face. Draco Malfoy, always the charmer.

“Oh you’ll survive, my love, just give me another hour of studying then I’m all yours.”

Groaning, Draco nods his head, ultimately agreeing with you.

Your attention goes back to your books, thankful that your boyfriend has agreed to wait until later to touch you again…

Or so you thought.

A gasp escapes you when Draco’s hand finds the bare skin of your thigh that your uniform skirt doesn’t cover. His fingers slowly trail up your leg, inching underneath your skirt and teasing at the leg opening of your underwear.

You let out a sigh that’s partly annoyed and partly sexually frustrated. “You’re not going to chill are you?” you ask, a smirk on your face.

Draco slips his fingers into your underwear, his pinky finger toying with your clit.

“Not a chance.”

Slamming your books shut, you stand, your chair flying back behind you in the process.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Smile on his face, Draco grabs your hand, quickly following behind you to get exactly what he’s been wanting.

Your cheeks heat, anger the only emotion you could feel. Dean Di Laurentis. One of Briar’s beloved defenseman for the hockey team. Everyone loved him, including all of your friends.

But you couldn’t stand him, and he couldn’t stand you.

It was a mutual hatred between the two of you, but typically, you were both good at avoiding each other. Tonight however, you’ve unfortunately found yourself in the same close proximity as the defenseman.

“Only in your dreams do I wish to fuck you, Dean, but even in your dreams, you’d never be that lucky.”

Dean breathes out a laugh, leaning his elbows on the counter, his face now inches from yours. You can’t help but let your eyes search his bright blue ones, dropping down to his lips every now and again.

You’d be crazy to say Dean wasn’t attractive, and maybe that’s why you hate him so much, you’re not sure. His perfectly styled blond hair. Those big, bright blue eyes that shine whenever he smiles, speaking of his smile… Two words.

Panty. Dropping.

He was damn near perfect, and you think that’s what truly irritated you the most about him. Well, that and the fact that he believes that everyone and their mother is in love with him.

“Hey, sweetheart, maybe less daydreaming about fucking me, and more listening when I speak.”

Your narrowed eyes land on his again, that arrogant smirk back in place. Rolling your eyes, you scoff. “As I said, fuck you, Dean.”

You shove your solo cup into his chest, quickly turning on your heels and rushing up the stairs, the sound of Dean’s obnoxious laughter following you up until you slam the bathroom door shut behind you.

Fuck Dean. He’s been in your life for two years now, and it’s never gotten easier. The hatred has only grown, but the unfortunate sexual tension has also grown. You’re not even sure why you feel sexual tension when you’re around him… Why do you have thoughts of fucking the one person you can’t stand? It’s confusing and frustrating all the same.

Hands on your face, you slide down the back of the door until your ass meets the floor. You let out a frustrated groan, placing your hands on the ground to stand, wanting to just leave and go home. You’ve had enough of the night.

Giving yourself one more look in the mirror, you turn on your heels, gripping the door handle and ripping it open. Your eyes go wide before quickly narrowing when you see Dean standing there, fist balled and ready to knock on the bathroom door.

“What do you want, Dean?” you breathe out, frustrated that you can’t seem to escape him tonight.

He smiles, and you truly wish you could slap the smile right off his face. “Just wanted to talk.”

The tone in his voice is laced with sarcasm, that smile on his lips only growing, irritating you more and more with every second that passes.

“Talk about what, exactly? How you’re an arrogant piece of shit who thinks he can say or do whatever the hell he pleases?” you pause, giving him a smile of your own, but it’s dripping in hatred. “I’m good, now if you don’t mind I’m trying to lea-”

Your words die on your tongue when Dean’s large hand presses into your stomach, pushing you back into the bathroom. Your back hits the counter, your eyes now wide as he follows you inside, closing and locking the door behind him.

“Dean…” you whisper, your heart pounding in your chest at how close he is to you.

Dean steps forward, his hands finding your waist, his pretty eyes staring down into yours.

“Why don’t we do what we both actually want, huh? Take care of some of the tension surrounding us.”

You scoff. “What tension?”

The lie tastes bitter on your tongue, there’s obviously a shit ton of tension between the two of you, but you refuse to cross this line with him. It’ll make everything worse.

Smiling, Dean dips his head down, his lips ghosting over yours. The warmth of his breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine, the smell of mint and beer invading your nostrils.

“You know exactly what tension, sweetheart. You and I can’t stand one another, doesn’t mean we’re blind. I’d be lying to myself if I said you weren’t fucking beautiful, a real ten out of ten, and you know you think I’m attractive, I mean, you can’t stop eye-fucking me whenever I’m around you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, anxious butterflies swarming in your belly. That liquid heat grows between your legs, your thighs squeezing together to try and satiate the ache you feel between them.

Dean’s eyes drop down to your thighs, a smirk playing on his lips again. “So how ‘bout it? We fuck, dissolve some of the tension between us, go back to hating each other in public?”

Your eyes find his, noting his blown pupils, the black nearly swallowing up all of the bright, shining blue. You swallow the knot in your throat, really dancing on the line of giving into him and telling him to go fuck himself.

Without a second thought, you lift up on your toes, pressing your lips against Dean’s in a quick and hesitant kiss. You quickly pull back, unsure of why you just did that. Your heart is now in your throat, your eyes frantically searching Dean’s, wanting to gauge his reaction on the fact that you kissed him.

Dean just smiles, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth before he’s lifting your feet up off the floor, setting you down on the counter and shoving your thighs apart.

Stepping between your parted thighs, Dean settles his hands on your waist, pulling you further down the counter and claiming your mouth in a searing kiss.

Your fingers grip the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling him further into you, deepening the kiss before abruptly pushing him back. Dean’s lips are swollen, slightly parted as he breathes erratically, his eyes searching yours.

“This is just sex, Dean, nothing more. We fuck, we go our separate ways. This doesn’t mean we’re friends, this doesn’t change our dynamic…” you pause, searching his face for any sign of disagreement. When you find none, you continue. “Okay then, let’s do this.”

Dean smiles, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip before he’s kissing you again.

While his mouth moves in quick succession with yours, his hands grip the hem of your shirt, tugging at it. He breaks his lips from yours long enough to pull the flimsy fabric up and over your head, tossing it to the floor behind him.

Your hands find the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it and pulling it through the loops of his jeans. Dean’s tongue sweeps the inside of your mouth, his teeth biting on your lower lip and pulling a needy moan from you.

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” Dean rasps, his lips leaving soft kisses on your jaw, down to your neck.

Goosebumps litter your skin, your panties growing wetter with every passing second. Your fingers make quick work on the button and zipper on his jeans, shoving him backward so he can pull them off the rest of the way.

“You’re very needy, aren’t you?” Dean says, his voice smug.

Rolling your eyes, you scoff, working on removing your own jeans as well.

“Fuck you, Di Laurentis, I’m not needy… I’m just horny, and you’re the one who came to me.”

Dropping yourself off the counter, your feet softly hit the floor. You smirk when you see Dean’s eyes devouring you, his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches you slowly slide your jeans down your thighs.

“You’re very needy, aren’t you?” you mock Dean’s words, pulling a laugh from the defenseman.

He steps towards you, roughly shoving your jeans all the way down, making them pool at your ankles. You kick them off the rest of the way, leaving yourself in nothing but black lacey underwear and a matching bra.

“Fuck,” Dean groans, his hands finding your waist again. “Why is it the girl I hate most, is a fucking stunner? Because you are…” Dean’s words halt, his hands running down your waist to your ass, his large palms gripping you and squeezing. His roughly spins you around, your hands finding the cold counter top. “Fucking. Stunning.” Dean breathes out, his hand pressing into your lower back, pressing your stomach and upper half into the countertop.

His hands dip into the top of your underwear, slowly sliding them down your legs, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake.

The cool air from the house hits your slick center the second you’re bared, a shiver running up your spine. “Dean..” you whimper, swaying your hips from side to side.

“She’s got a pretty pussy too, who would’ve thought.”

The gravelly tone of Dean’s voice has your clit throbbing, your thighs squeezing together to try and relieve the ache.

“Dean, stop teasing…” you whimper, arching your back, pressing your ass out further for him.

Dean chuckles, the heat of his body leaving yours as he turns to find his discarded jeans. You look over your shoulder, watching as he digs in his back pocket, finding his wallet and pulling a condom from it.

You close your eyes, breathing in deep through your nose as Dean works on putting the condom on.

Your eyes pop open the second you feel his thick, lubricated head teasing at your entrance. A small gasp escapes you when he slowly pushes the head inside, only to pull it back out and rub it through your folds, teasing your clit.

“Dean Di Laurentis, stop fucking teasing me and fu-”

The words die on your tongue, a loud, drawn out moan taking their place. Dean shoves himself inside you, bottoming out instantly and holding himself there.

“Shit you feel good…” he rasps, his dick twitching inside you.

You grin, clenching yourself around him. He groans, his hands tightly holding onto your hips as he slowly starts to slide out. He pulls out to the head, leaving just the tip inside before harshly shoving back in, making your stomach dip from the feeling.

Dean continues to slide out and shove back in, over and over until he finally sets a steady pace, his hips snapping into your ass in quick succession. Every thrust has your eyes crossing, pussy pulsing.

Wrapping one hand around your hair, Dean yanks your head back, his other hand snaking around your neck and squeezing. You choke on a moan, your pussy tightening around him as he fucks himself inside you, groaning with every thrust.

Dean’s mouth finds yours, his tongue instantly shoving into your mouth and brushing against your own. He pulls back, strings of your saliva still connecting your mouths. His blue eyes bore into yours, his thrusts picking up in speed as he says, “Fuck, why haven’t we done this sooner? Your pussy feels so good, who knew hate sex could feel so damn good?”

You groan, that warm, tingling sensation building in your lower stomach. Your pussy pulses, clenching around Dean over and over again as you near your orgasm.

“Dean, I- Fuck, I’m gonna cum..”

Dean’s hand tightens around your throat, subsequently cutting off your oxygen. Your lips slightly part, desperate to suck in a breath of air as Dean’s other hand tightens around your hair, fisting it and keeping your head held back against his chest.

Picking up his pace, Dean’s dick swells and twitches inside of you, signaling that he’s also close to his release.

Pressing his lips harshly against yours, Dean thrusts deep inside you once, twice, three more times before you’re falling over the edge, black spots taking over your vision as you come undone around him. Dean’s not far behind, shoving himself deep inside you before he too is coming inside the condom.

After the two of you come down from your shared highs, Dean removes his hands from your throat and hair, letting you suck in precious oxygen you’d been craving. He slowly removes himself from inside you, a shudder running through you as he does.

The thoughts of what you just did start to creep in, making your face heat. Why did you just have sex with Dean Di Laurentis? You swore to yourself you’d never give into him, and now here you are, thoroughly fucked and satisfied, but pissed at yourself for it all at the same time.

You hate that he was actually good at sex more than anything.

Quietly, you begin picking your discarded clothes up off the floor, quickly redressing. As you go to pull your shirt over your head, an already fully dressed Dean circles your elbow with his hand, pulling you into him.

You slap at his chest, trying to shove him back, but it just makes him laugh.

“Dean, let go!” you shout, but he doesn’t listen, only tightens his grip.

“This was fun, Y/L/N, let’s do it again sometime, yeah?”

You roll your eyes, shoving his chest again. “No. We agreed, one time, no more.”

“That was before I knew how good you felt wrapped around me.” Dean retorts.

“I- No, Dean. We’re never doing this again.”

Dean finally releases you, that smug smile on his face, those dimples popping and making you hate him even more for making you want him again.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

Releasing your arm, Dean steps back, allowing you to slip your shirt on. You keep your eyes on him, hating the way he’s smiling at you.

“Move, Dean.”

He steps to the side, hands up in surrender. You grab the door handle, yanking it open to find multiple pairs of eyes on you. Dean moves to stand behind you, everyone now seeing him in the bathroom with you. Your face turns a bright shade of red, turning to face Dean.

The smile on his face has you annoyed, he’s enjoying this.

“Fuck you, Dean.”

“Time and place, baby. Time and place.”