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Dean Di Laurentis (off campus) X female original character
(Running away | Meeting | accident)
CW: cursing, minor accident, bike wrecked
Word count: 2441
Setting: City and highway
Relationship: First meet
Summary: Rika is a biker girl with a past. After changing her name and everything about herself she made a living off numerous income streams. When a threat comes through on socials her first instinct is too flee. Too many people are after her, and without knowing who they are, she goes into panic mode.
She decides to go for a ride but the more time she spends alone the louder her thoughts get until she's speeding through the city and someone is following her. After forcing her to stop she meets a man known as Dean Di Laurentis, a cocky blonde with too much patience and a lot of ego.
Will her past catch up to her, or will this biker following her bring her safety she's never had?
A/N: I plan on making this a longer fic. It is posted on AO3 and Wattpad too. Unedited as per usual. I hope you enjoy :)
There’s a certain freedom that comes from changing every single thing about yourself. Something you don’t realize until your name is changed, hair is dyed, tattoos are inked and your whole personality revolves around being yourself for once in your life.
Rika posted the new video to her socials. A simple video of her on her bike, speeding through the night with a sexy new song playing in the background. She’d made an entire brand out of her new existence and at first it was purely to escape reality, but now it’s her life. Masked biker girls were all the rage, and she couldn’t help but smile as comments rolled in almost minutes after posting.
She dropped onto the couch with a sigh. The living room bathed in the warm low lights that enveloped the apartment and the soft music played on the TV from a movie she had yet to pay attention to. Creating content took up majority of her day, and editing too which meant actively focusing on anything else had to wait for the late hours of the night when the moon filtered through the slits in the curtains and most of the city had gone to bed.
Her eyes darted over the comments, liking a few before dropping her phone next to her and paying attention to the romcom on the screen. A smile playing at her lips as the girl teased the guy, toying with him before he kissed her. Rika’s stomach tugged at the display, something she had wished for at one point in her life but after another terrible relationship had left her with scars that could never heal.
Memories tapped against her brain, urging her to let them in. She shook her head and let out a shaky breath as she shifted in her seat and attempted to focus back on the movie. The warm summer air filled the room, her eyes drooping as they slowly fluttered shut to the peaceful environment she had created for herself.
A buzz beside her made her blink slowly, eyes blurry from falling asleep. The movie had ended and the credits flowed over the screen. She wiped at her eyes with her palms before picking up the phone.
1+ New message requests
This was nothing new. Messages had slowly built up until they came through on a daily basis. Rika found herself responding to some when they were other biker girls or aspiring biker girls. It was hard in the community with so many guys flirting or getting cocky for no reason. As if girls owed them everything for simply existing. She yawned as she opened the app and entered the message requests.
@anotherblank32: 3+ messages
Her brows furrowed. It had no profile picture. She clicked on the profile to see an entirely blank account. A troll most likely she noted to herself before opening the chat with a sigh.
@anotherblank32: Love your page!
@anotherblank32: Kind of remind me of someone
@anotherblank32: Sorry this account seems shady. It’s new and I’ve yet to setup anything.
She chewed her lip an anxious habit she had yet to drop.
@bikergirl.rika: Thanks! I hope you enjoy the content.
She exited the chat, not expecting the reply to be instant. She stood from the couch, stretching her limbs as the phone buzzed in her hand.
She laughed at the message, reacting with a black heart and leaving the chat. Rika made her way to the kitchen, her helmet and jacket still on the island where she left them after the ride this afternoon.
The phone buzzed three more times causing her to frown as she leaned against the island and watched the messages pop up.
@anotherblank32: So familiar
@anotherblank32: Tell me Rika, who were you in a past life?
@anotherblank32: Cause I knew a pretty girl with the same mesmerizing eyes who slipped through my fingers. She had a different name though. Answered very well to baby.
Rika’s eyes scanned the messages over and over. Her pulse jumping and heart pounding against her ribs to be let out.
@anotheblank32: Consider yourself found.
The last message came through as she dropped the phone to the counter. She stumbled back until she hit the counters behind her. A hand resting on her chest as she attempted to steady her breathing. Shaking her head an unsteady breath escaped her.
“It can’t be. It’s a joke. A cruel… joke,” she stuttered. Legs moved forward until she picked up her phone and entered the chat. Determined to find out who this was. She clicked on the profile.
USER NOT FOUND
Her eyes widened as she shook her head. “No.”
Tapping feverishly with trembling fingers the message repeated until the reality settled over her. She had been found. She knew she had gotten to reckless. Even just by showing her eyes through the open visor of her helmet had been enough for the past to come knocking. The wave that crashed over her felt like it crashed over her new life. Everything she had worked for tainted by memory. Eyes darting over the apartment that had been untouched by everything she had been through. A sanctuary touched by the suggestion of being found. Her mind spun with who it could have been. History was far from simple or a singular event that didn’t cause catastrophe.
Inhaling deeply she grabbed her leather jacket and slipped it on before grabbing her helmet and heading for the front door as she zipped her phone in her jacket pocket. Her body shook as she slipped the key from its place and exited the apartment. It was the higher end of the city, perfect for a new start with decent security and cameras everywhere. At least, that counted in her favour. She was safe, but her mind would drive her crazy if she didn’t go for a ride.
The elevator slowly made its decent from the 30th floor. Her nails tapped aimlessly against the helmet as she stared through the glass at the city that was lit up with neon lights and barely any cars. As it dinged to a stop she exited, looking at the clock on the wall as it read 1:00 am.
Her bike stood closest to the garage entrance. The glittering maroon like blood in the moonlight. She pulled on her helmet and threw a leg over the seat. The moment the bike rumbled beneath her she inhaled a proper breath. Body relaxing on the machine as she gripped the handles. She closed the visor on her helmet and headed out onto the street.
She sped through the empty streets, lamplight turning to lines that bled into one lifeline. The wind hit her body, enveloping her with more gentleness than any human ever had. Every light until now had been green giving her just enough time to open up and push the speed more and more until it felt like soaring. Untouchable and immortal.
Rika’s eyes closed to savour the feeling and when she opened them up the bright red light ahead stared back at her. Daring her to risk it all. Her thoughts circled the messages she had received, then she spotted the group of bikes already at the light and slowed down, her bike skidding to a halt on the afterthought of survival.
The group next to her revved their bikes and put on a show, but she didn’t dare look at them. Her attention focused in front of her instead. Their voices echoed in the back of her mind but she paid them no attention. Not even when a sliver of bright blue LEDs stuck to the corner of her vision. The light turned green and in a split second she found herself speeding onward. The thrumming of her heart the only sound as she waved through a few cars and bikes. Slipping past another she turned onto the highway, gripping the handles tighter before finally letting the speed take over.
“I need a distraction,” she said to herself.
The rumble of another bike next to her pulled her attention from the speed. The same blue LEDs lit up the underside of the bike. Clearly one of the guys from the group. Her eyes darted to her mirrors, seeing no one else. Just him. He toyed with her. Urging her to race. His bike moved faster then slower. A mock to get her to race. He tapped the side of his helmet asking her to turn on her headset. She gave a nod and tapped it on.
“Care for a little race?” his deep voice filled her helmet.
“Depends,” she retaliated.
There was silence for a split second as he moved a little closer. “On what?”
“If you can keep up.” She sped up, toying with him. Showing him how she was not scared of speeding off into the night.
“Alright, alright. I can keep up. But let’s make a deal.” He matched her speed.
“What did you have in mind?” Rika asked, trying to keep herself distracted with the conversation.
“Well, if you win I won’t ask you why you’re tempting fate.”
She laughed. “And if you win?”
“If I win… you’ll let me buy you a coffee and talk about what has you racing at this time of night.”
She bit her lip. “Deal.”
In an instant she sped up, the highway was a far stretch that was open as far as the eye could see and only stopped at the old train tracks at the terrible part of town giving her more than enough playing room. “See you at the tracks.”
They danced across the highway. Playing with each other, their speed always matching but not one of them spoke as they focused on the road.
Rika’s attention faltered from the road. Memories flooding her system. The messages. The past. The fear. It dug its claws into her and had her dangling by a thread of reality. She had barely heard his voice through the speaker.
“Slow down.”
Her pace kept steady.
“Focus. Where’s your head. Watch out!”
She gasped as she finally took note of where she was. They had sped across the highway, she was in the lead and the flashing of red lights approached fast as she forced her bike to brake. With her mind filled with too many thoughts and not enough focus she turned it with a yank grazing the side against the asphalt before touching it herself.
“No!” she screamed as it slid onto the tracks. With wobbly limbs she stood, the man forgotten as she hurried forward until a hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her back just as the train hit her bike.
“Woah,” his voice sounded as she let out a shaky breath. Flipping open her visor she looked at him.
“I could’ve gotten it!”
He shook his head and let go of her arm. “It was too late.”
“That… that was all I had.” She choked out.
He flipped open his visor revealing his blue eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. Let’s… let’s get you some coffee and we can handle it from there okay?”
She shook her head. “I can’t leave her here.” She pointed to her bike that was barely intact.
“I will call a friend to come pick it up. We’ll take care of it,” he reassured her.
He pulled off his helmet, his messy blonde locks coming into view as he shook his head. His free hand moved to his jacket, grabbing his phone and calling someone.
“Logan, I need a favour. I’m at the train tracks.”
A voice on the other end asked numerous questions and the blue-eyed man before you, looked at you before answering. “That’s not important. Just… I need you to pick up a bike for me.”
A sigh sounded on the other side before the unmistakable sound of a ‘fine’. The call ended and he finally stretched out a hand for her to shake. Her eyes darted to his hand then to his face where he wore the faintest smile despite the situation.
“Dean. Dean Di Laurentis.”
She pulled her helmet free, letting her braided blonde hair fall from it and stretched out a shaky hand for him to shake. “Rika. Rika Hawthorne.”
“Pleasure to meet you… officially,” he said.
Rika bit at her lip, eyes darting between Dean and her bike. “Likewise,” she said with a defeated sigh.
She couldn’t find the right words to say as they waited. She simply moved to the bike, inspecting all the damage and waited for the guy known as Logan to appear. Minutes passed until a truck with a bike trailer appeared. The brunette jumped out of his car and headed over to them, giving Dean a nod before looking at Rika. Dean had taken her helmet and placed it on his bike.
“Ouch. That’s a nasty one.” He hissed.
She nodded. “Safe to assume you could fix her though?” she asked as she stood from where she crouched next to her bike.
He nodded. “Gonna take a while but it’s doable. She’s custom?”
Rika nodded. “I could get the paper again, but I’m sort of out of transport now.” She laughed nervously as she crossed her arms.
“I could borrow you one until further notice but I don’t have one available right now. Maybe in a few days to a week. Can I take you home?” Logan asked.
Dean cleared his throat bringing attention back to himself. “On a technicality she kind of owes me a coffee.”
Logan opened his mouth to speak but then shakes his head. “I don’t even want to know.”
Rika couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m Rika by the way.”
John Logan but everyone calls me Logan.” He smiled brightly at her. “I’ll take the bike back to the shop. Dean can give you my number and we’ll talk about repairs.”
“Thank you,” she sighed. “Sorry about the time.”
He waved her off. “Don’t worry about it. Happens to the best of us.”
They waited until Logan had her bike, or what was left of it, onto the trailer and rode off. Leaving them there with Dean’s lit up bike. “I guess I do owe you a coffee now,” she whispered.
“My fault. So don’t worry about it.” He handed her, her helmet and cocked his head, indicating for her to get on behind him. “Hold on tight.” He said as she pulled on her helmet and tightened it before wrapping her arms around him.
Her body pressed against his and she let out a sigh as they headed up the road.
Summary: Weeks after the shower incident you’re invited to the annual campus neon party. It’s a night where people get to be themselves and this means getting rid of all those feelings you think are just randomly surfacing. All without having to confess.
A/N: This was requested on AO3 so I’m sharing it here too. As per usual it is unedited
The music filtered through the woods, as you made your way through the crowd. Laughter and shouts surrounded you as people stood around with glow in the dark necklaces, glasses and paint over their half-naked bodies. These parties usually involved people throwing glow in the dark paint bombs and most people wore white to shine bright under UV lights that filtered through the open circle in the woods. The perfect party spot that didn’t feel too far from campus or your apartment.
John was around here somewhere. You’d promised to come with, but he said the guys dragged him here earlier and to find him. THe UV lights danced across the white dress, bringing your figure to light before it moved over the crowd. Scanning your surroundings you almost caught sight of him immediately. His bright smile struck by the light, head falling back as he laughed with the guys. Dean nudged him with his arm before his expression became more serious and continued the conversation.
“Shit,” you muttered under your breath. It had been weeks since you acknowledged your feelings but every time you saw him it still felt like butterflies tumbling around and your brain going fuzzy. Biting your lip, you turned to grab a drink where a group of people stood. Your heart hammered in your chest as you grabbed the closed beer and walked away from the center where you could be easily spotted, instead opting to stand closer to the trees. Your phone buzzed in your hand.
Logan: You here yet?
Biting your lip you debated answering, but soon the lights will turn off and it will turn into a full 7-minutes in heaven festival for you and whoever is closest to you. People have used this as an excuse to kiss crushes and find a bit of courage to take action on feelings and tonight, you’d be doing the same. You had to know if the feelings were purely ‘white-knight’ coded for him helping you, or if this is just the result of a friendship that has stretched so long.
Your nails tapped against the beer in your other hand as you debated answering. The logistics of it all falling into pros and cons that you mulled over in your head. The phone buzzed once more.
Logan: Don’t make me come and find you ;)
A giggle escaped you, blushing as you shake your head you finally decided to reply.
Me: I’m here. Just grabbing a beer.
It only took a few seconds for him to reply.
Logan: I don’t see you.
Your head lifted to see him walking closer to the group you had just been to. You swallow hard, fighting the urge to go to him. To pretend everything is normal when you’ve never wanted anything more than him.
“Lights out in three minutes everyone!” The DJ yelled, distracting you from your thoughts.
Your nails tapped against the screen feverishly.
Me: I’ll find you when the lights are back on.
You locked your phone, feeling it buzz once more with a text you didn’t bother to read. Finally you opened the beer, taking a large gulp of the cool liquid, letting it bring down your body temperature as you waited for the lights to dim. John stood almost in the middle of the clearing now. His body turning as he scanned his surroundings to find you, but you hid behind a tree ensuring you can’t be seen.
The lights started to flicker, a sign that it would soon be pitch black and as the countdown began you dropped the beer and moved through the crowds, careful enough to not be spotted by him. Your eyes darted around to see everyone in their own world, making your heart rate settle despite the panic.
“Five.”
You dart between a group.
“Four.”
John turned, scanning the crowd with no success.
“Three.”
The lights started to dim.
“Two.”
John started to turn just as you were a few feet away.
“One,” you muttered as the lights went out.
In the darkness your hands moved forward, grabbing his shirt and pulling him toward you before planting a gentle kiss to his lips. The world faded in that split second. That could have been enough. That you could live with. A single kiss was better than none. Your hands faltered in their grasp but before you could retreat he pulled you closer. One hand on your waist and another cupping your cheek as he angled your head, kissing you once more. A small gasp escaping you as he pressed against your body. Your hands moving to his shoulders, gripping onto him and relishing in the taste of him, and the alcohol on his lips.
“Lights are going back on in-” the DJ started.
You pressed against his chest to get away but it’s no use.
“No need to run, I know it’s you,” he whispered against your lips. Your eyes shot wide as the lights returned, meeting his brown eyes straight on. A smile tugging at his lips as his attention darts between your features. “I’ve wanted to do that for years.”
Your throat went dry. “What?”
A chuckle escaped him as he pulled back, hands finding your waist. “Why do you think I never actually got with anyone?”
Shaking your head you blush. “Yes you have. Dean told me.”
“Dean told you what I told him to tell you.”
“But,” you start but he cuts you off with another kiss that makes your head spin.
“All I wanted was you. Just you and I said I’d wait until you found someone, or realize that we’re good for each other.”
A heat bloomed in your heart at how sweet this all was. “All these years?”
He laughed and nodded. “Since I first met you and had to deal with your awful sense of humor I was hooked.”
Playfully you smacked his arm. “Rude.”
“I would’ve waited a hundred more if needed.”
“Just kiss me again,” you whisper, moving forward to kiss him again with no end in sight.
I mainly know Marvel and kinda Stranger things (Only seen season 1)
So with soulmate aus you have a lot of different ways (I have favorites for certain characters)
Bucky - 2 ideas. Soulmate wounds get transferred (she reader is born with a mark by the top of her arm and whenever Bucky's arm (metal) get hits, instead of wounds/scars it just bruises the arm but when the arm gets removed her scar goes an angry red). Other one is kinda tattoos (any body mods appear on both, so reader is born with her looking like a tattoo sleeve, and that what her reason is whenever someone asks - but she notices the change when the symbol changes from Hydra to a red star)
Also love the soulmate au where reader is mute, so the first word au doesn't show anything for her soulmate (it is angst to comfort)
There are more ideas I can give, but if you want more ask
Alright I've tested it lol. Not sure how it did but it was a fun try ✨️
Summary: After a long day and somewhat of an argument with your family, you decided to go for a walk and felt utterly frustrated and emotional for lacking the ability to voice your opinions. On your walk you meet him and realize he might be the person you’ve been dreaming of.
Tag: @anonymousmuffinbear (thanks for sending the ask for me to try out✨️)
A/N: Why did this feel too short and simultaneously too long. Unedited as per usual
Your nails dug into your tattooed arm. It had been the first ‘adult’ decision you made after high-school. It was the only thing that felt right. Throughout your teens you found yourself drawing all over your arm, lightning, swirls, vines or whatever felt right. Anything but the blank canvas that always somehow always had bruises on it.
“You always act like this,” your mother continued her rant. “It’s been years. Why can’t you just speak already!”
The urge to text her your thoughts was high. Your hands shook too much to trust them. Your fingers turned white at the pressure of digging them into your arms. With a shaky breath you let go of your arms to sign back a reply but she grabbed your hands.
“No. Use your voice.”
Here she stood before you, taking away the only way you could communicate. As if she had any idea how frustrating it was for you. How much it hurts you to not use your voice. Not even being able to remember it after so many years. Your lip trembled and your eyes swelled with tears that could spill over at any moment.
You attempted to tug out of her grip but she shook her head and kept her eyes on you. An awful frustration that you’ve mirrored to yourself in your own reflection countless times.
“Answer me, please!” she begged you but the only thing you could manage was vigorously shake your head, giving another tug of your hands hoping she would ultimately let you go.
“Then leave,” she said, dropping your hands. “Leave and do not come back until you can tell me what happened.”
Your heart plummeted to the ground, shattering into shards you had no reason to pick up or fix. She stepped back as if she was the one who was hurt. “Get out!” she screamed so loud it made you jump.
With a final nod you moved out of your home. The only place that you had left after dropping everyone. A sob filled the home as you silently moved out the front door and clutched at your arms once more. The darkness enveloped the neighborhood, the only sources of light being the glittering stars and the streetlamps that flickered every few moments. Your feet carried you away from the warmth of home. Sneakers slapping against concrete as you made your way to the park. The wind enveloping you.
Your tattoo burned as you headed for the park, a burn that made your skin itch enough to scratch at it feverishly. Finally the tears spilled down your cheeks as you silently cried, and wiped at the wet skin with your palm. Making your way to your favourite bench, the one that allowed you to observe everyone as they went about their day, and sat with your knees pulled to your chest.
You rested your forehead against your knee, eyes closed when you saw the faint glow through your eyelids. With a frown your head snapped up to see the swirls of ink on your skin glowing with a bright white that made your eyes widen. Legs dropping from the bench you pressed your back against the wooden bench.
“It’s you,” a deep voice sounded behind you, causing you to scramble from the chair and turn to see him.
The lamplight showed his facial features. Your eyes scanned over him until finally landing on the metal arm that glowed with the same light as that of your tattoo. Your chest rose and fell rapidly. The man that had haunted your dreams for years. You could never see him fully. Simple glimpses but it was him in all his glory. Every piece is put together perfectly.
“I know you.” He stepped closer causing you to step back. Tonight had been too much already. He froze. “What’s your name?”
Swallowing hard, you grabbed your phone from your pocket to reply but he evidently thought something else was going on and raised his hands in surrender. “Woah, I’m not going to hurt you.”
For some reason the sincerity in his voice made you nod but you still pulled the notes app open to respond.
‘I can’t talk.’
Showing him the text he gave a nod. “Sign it out if you want. I can understand you.”
The whiplash between the two conversations made you sob. Shakily you signed, “Thank you.” Repeatedly until he stood right before you, only an inch away. He lifted your chin to face him before wiping at your cheeks.
“What’s wrong?”
He felt too close to you, and with him right in front of you a warmth of peace settled in your chest that you couldn’t quite understand. He stepped back allowing you to respond and the only thing that came to mind was how you finally felt at rest. Like you had found something you couldn’t quite understand.
Pointing at your tattoo then at his arm you attempted to get him to understand the tether.
“Is that the issue? Do you want me to leave?” He was already stepping away, ready to give you space you so desperately did not want from him.
Aggravated, you shook your head but he wasn’t looking anymore. And as his back turned to face you, you couldn’t help the vibrations in your vocal cords and in a broken voice you managed, “Stay.”
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Summary: After waking with Garrett still on your lap you are forced to confess you’ve never dated, leading to him asking you out, purely to return the favor.
A/N: this is unedited and also i panicked so idk if this is even decent
tags: @my-name-is-baby @anyasthoughts
The dorm room door unlocking made you stir, the weight on your lap making it almost impossible to move. Frowning your eyes still struggle to adjust to the gentle light that entered the living room. Your roommate enters with soft steps. When she suddenly stops and taps your shoulder you finally find it in you to open your eyes and look at her.
Her wide eyes as she pointed to your lap making you feel utterly confused until you look down and see Garrett still sleeping peacefully. You swallow hard as your heart thunders in your chest.
“Shit,” you whisper as you look up at your friend who is eagerly waiting for some sort of explanation.
She stands next to you with arms crossed and a smirk across her features. You tap Garrett’s shoulder. Once. Twice. Suddenly you’re frantically tapping him with your fingertips hoping he wakes up.
With a low groan he shifts. “Five minutes, baby.”
You swat at him harder this time. “Not baby.”
His eyes open as he pulls his head off your lap and sits up, letting out a groan as he holds his head in his hands. The evidence of a hangover coming over him. “What was that for?” he asks as he finally takes in your appearance. The serious expression on his face faltering and a soft smile occupying his lips instead. “Oh yeah, my pretty savior from last night.”
A blush rises on your cheeks as you move from the couch. “Someone is still drunk.” You head for the kitchen to put some space between the two of you all while your friend watches the situation amused.
“Did you finally have a hookup?”
Her question makes you choke on the breath you took, causing you to go into a coughing fit as Garrett barked out a laugh.
“She helped me out last night, but not like that.”
You shake your head. “He was looking for Lexi and stopped on the wrong floor.”
Your friend nods. “So the lack of a dating life continues,” she sighs and walks into her room leaving you and Garrett with the info she just threw out.
Darting your attention away, you can feel his eyes on you as he moves from the couch and folds his arms. “Not a dater? Let me guess hookups only,” he smirks.
A snort escapes you as you grab mugs, the usual routine of making coffee the only way to occupy yourself and not look at him. “I don’t do hookups,” you reply, voice smaller.
“So you date?” he presses.
With a defeated sigh you look at him. “I don’t date. I don’t do hookups. I have in fact never dated. Cool?”
“Cool?” he echoes your word back to you.
“Yeah, is the questioning over? Can I give you a coffee and send you on your way to Lexi or whatever.” You shrug.
His eyes move over your features and you feel too aware of how small the room is with both of you occupying it. “Do you do that for the safety of others or your own.”
“Excuse me?”
“The pushing. Do you push people away for your safety or theirs?” he notes on the coping mechanism and you’re at a loss for words.
Time slows and your brain is working too fast. There’s not anything you could say that could save you from revealing the truth. About how this is safer than being with someone. How you cannot believe or trust anyone and that you keep to yourself for that exact reason. His head cocks to the side as he observes you but there’s no judgement. Pure curiosity as to what you had to say.
“Mine,” the word comes out as a whisper. He gives a slow nod.
“What if someone wanted to… date you?”
You laugh. “People don’t date girls like me.”
He shrugs. “Humor me.”
“I… don’t know,” you say uncertainly.
His eyes move away as he nods. “Let’s say… someone wants to take you out. Maybe just for the sake of having you have a decent first date, which by the way is easier than you think, and allows you to feel comfortable enough to be yourself. Would you let them?”
The fact that he’s not directly looking at you makes answering easier. His eyes on you makes you feel like you’re center-stage and that is something you’ve never been able to handle. “Maybe,” you confess.
Finally he looks at you again. “Maybe someone who in their drunken glory fell asleep on your lap?”
Your cheeks burn. “I’m not good with people.”
“You were good with me last night,” he counters.
You open your mouth to reply but the stops you. “Think of it as a thank you for not letting me pass out in the hall. Just… returning the favor.”
The way he tries to make it sound like anything other than a date sets your mind at ease. “To call it even?”
He nods, his bright smile occupying his face now. “Even.”
“I’d… allow it.” You shift on your feet.
A low chuckle escapes it. “Then it’s a date.” he moves away and the lack of heat from his body leaves you with a chill. You watch as he heads for the dorm room door, turning one last time to look at you. “Pick you up and 7pm.”
“What do I wear?” you ask without thinking, realizing just how unprepared you are for a date.
“Ideally we’d both dress up.” He opens the door and before I could ask anything else he was out the door.
“Did I just agree to go on a date with Garrett Graham?” you ask yourself, hands landing on your blushing cheeks as you try to calm your nerves.
CW: past trauma hints, cussing, speeding and almost crashing
WC: 1361
A/N: unedited as per usual. Also might be more to this one. Also might be part 1 of something more.
Settings: City at midnight
Relationship: Accidentally meeting
Summary: You're a bikergirl with a past. After changing your name and everything about yourself you made a living off of numerous income streams. When a threat comes through on socials your first instinct is too flee. Too many people are after you and without knowing who it is you go into panic. You decide to go for a read but the more time you spend alone the louder your thoughts get until you're speeding through the city and someone is following you. They force you to pull over and suddenly a man called Rafe is attempting to save your life without knowing a single thing about you.
You didn't think you'd enjoy making content on socials. Especially after going into hiding, but somehow it was exactly what you needed. An outlet. You, somewhat anonymous on your bike and a bunch of people supporting you for practically no reason but their own enjoyment.
It filled your heart with something so close to joy that for a second the excitement was misdiagnosed for an anxiety attack. But the moment the smile spread on your face, your shoulders relaxed and you let out the breath that felt stuck. Grabbing your phone from your back pocket you drop down onto the couch with a content sigh. The sun had set ages ago and the full moon sent slivers of light through the half drawn curtains in your living room. You grab the remote, humming a song as you put on the TV and scroll for something to watch. After settling on something familiar and comforting, your attention moved back to your phone. Notifications had been going off all afternoon as you worked on a side project. Simple drawings someone had commissioned that left your hands stained in charcoal.
You smile as you read comments and even scroll through messages. Your eyes hit a message and your whole body freezes. The earth itself had come to a halt and alarms rang in your head. Your fingers shook as you opened the message to it's full extent. No profile picture, familiar name or posts. A completely blank account attached to the words;
'You think you're so good at hiding, but would never forget those pretty eyes.'
You throw the phone onto the couch, stumbling as you scramble off and look at it like something could crawl straight out of the screen. You shook your head as the word "no," repeatedly spilled from your lips. Your heart pounded against your ribs with such force you were sure they would crack any moment. The phone buzzed with another message. You swallowed the fear and hesitantly stepped forward until you looked down at it. Your hands had fisted at your sides without you realizing.
"Just look at the phone you coward," you stuttered as you snatched it from its place and read over the next text.
'I can see you read it. Take this as your only notice. I'll catch you.'
Your eyes darted to the time reading a few minutes past midnight, thoughts scattered. You run to your room and rip open the closet and pull out your leather jacket and boots.
It's not safe.
I stayed too long.
This is my fault.
Keep running.
The thoughts ran through your mind so quickly you couldn't catch onto a single one. You tugged on the boots and slipped on your jacket before grabbing your purse and shoving it into the inner pocket of the jacket. Your breathing had become shallow the more you moved. Chewing on your bottom lip you looked at your pillow, contemplating taking the gun with you. With a shake of your head you exited the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. One of your sheathed daggers still taped to the underside of the small dining room table. Snatching it from its spot you shove it into your boot.
Your home had never felt more like a dangerous war zone. Never again. That's what you told yourself all those years ago. Never again would someone take safety from you again. You grab your phone and put it inside your pocket despite wanting to smash it. No one had entered this space and somehow everything felt tainted. You grab the bike keys and your helmet and run out of the apartment. This was supposed to be safety. You'd been so picky and then... reckless. Stupid. The word echoes in your mind all the way down to the apartment parking garage. The moment the elevator dings open ypu dart straight for the raven black bike. Your eyes dart round but the glow of fluorescent lights leave little shadows to hide in.
Pulling on the helmet you let out a breath, eyes closing for a split second before you climb on the bike and speed out of the parking garage with a screech that matches the way your mind is yelling.
The city lights glow brightly over the roads. With each passing second the lights feel like they pass at the same speed as your own terrified heartrate.
"Fuck!" You yell. Voice cracking as you grip the handles tighter.
The wind whips at your body, nipping at your exposed knuckles. You never did like how gloves felt while riding and right now the cold felt like a form of pain you could tolerate.
For a second your thoughts are pulled back to reality. You blink as you notice the red light in front and the bikers standing at it.
You lose your focus making the bike swivel as you brake, a tire mark burning into the asphalt. Your bike comes to a halt a foot past the white line. The moment your boots make contact you're grounded enough to feel the machine vibrate against your body. They rev their engines trying to catch your attention but your mind is elsewhere.
Visions of the past cloud your sight until you're speeding off again, clutching the handles so much your skin burned and muscles ached. Every stop, every traffic light, every car a blur of colour.
To your left a neon blue figure sits in the corner of your vision.
'I'll catch you.'
The threat plays again through your mind until tears threaten to spill from your eyes. A scream erupts from your lips, body rattling as you keep driving, swerving between cars, while this vision of blue follows.
Somehow the city lights had faded and the gates had started to shut, red lights turning round and round and all your instincts tell you to push faster. Then. It switched. The second thought. The hesitance. The whole motion felt too slow as you hurried to brake. The bright light of a train approached and you closed your eyes as you turned, ready to take your fatal fall.
The blaring train passed, your bike had stopped and the shaking of your body outrattled the bike. Your brows furrowed as you heard a bike roaring closeby and suddenly a hand wrapped around your arm making your eyes snap open. A man with stormy blue eyes looking right at you. His head moved slightly but whatever he was saying you couldn't make out as adrenaline pumped through your veins.
Your hands sat on the handlebars, unable to move as he suddenly flipped open your visor and looked into the teary eyes that usually held strong.
"Are you okay?" His voice rang clear. Unable to speak you nod.
He finally lets go of your arm but when he notices you gunning to take off he steps in front of the bike placing his gloved hands over your bare ones. "Tell me your name." His voice is deep and slightly muffled from the helmet.
This is a distraction tactic. You know this. The shock has you nonverbal. He pulls off his helmet showing is sharp features and the concern written over his face.
"I'm Rafe. I've been following you since the little slip up at the traffic light. Are you drunk?" He continued.
You shake your head slowly, mustering the courage to speak. "No," you stutter on your strained voice.
"Good okay. What happened?" His question sparks terror inside you. You try to move away from him but he stops you. "Okay, okay. No questions about that. How about a coffee?"
Your eyes dart between his looking for deception. As if those swirls of blue would tell you how he's a liar and will hurt you.
"Please?" He asks softer this time and your grip falters.
"Okay," you finally reply.
A hint of a smile plays at his lips. "Do you promise to actually follow me to a diner and not speed off?"
Swallowing the nerves you finally reply. "I make no promises."
"Let's go," he says as he pulls on his helmet and heads for his bike lit up by neon blue lights.
Summary: You have told your friend you’ve sworn off dating due to your horrible ex (it’s been years) and she tries to get you back in the game so you state the ‘I carried a watermelon’ line from dirty dancing as the day you will revisit the idea. They invite you out and low and behold at Malone’s you find Tucker… with a watermelon arguing with Dean and you just know your fate is sealed.
A/N: This is unedited sorry
The end credits to dirty dancing play as you relax on your bed, humming along. It had always been your favourite movie. When you were 14 you even went to see the theater production of it with your mom and now in college it’s become a comfort movie after all life has thrown your way.
You sigh, stretching out on the bed when the slow creak of the door makes you lift your head. Your best friend’s bright smile greets you and you instantly move to sit up and cross your legs.
“Hey.” you smile.
“Dirty dancing?” she walks in and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
You nod and laugh nervously. “You know it’s my favorite Page.”
Page sighs, her features no longer holding a bright smile. “Don’t you get lonely?”
The question catches you off guard, making you shift as you clear your throat. “I mean… sometimes.”
“Then why not date again?”
“It’s not that simple Page.” You shake your head.
“But it is,” she counters. “Come on, it’s been years since you dated. We’re in college. This is supposed to be the best times of our lives and you’re watching this movie for like the fifth time this month.”
Her words might as well have been a slap in the face. It was true. It had been years since you dated, but it was hard to get over your first love. That’s not something to just forget about. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it but even the mere thought left you with so much guilt it ached in your chest like a stab to the heart. Selfish. it would be selfish to love after him.
“He didn’t care enough to stay and he was quick to move on. You owe it to yourself to find love.”
“But I’m not him. I-” the words die on your tongue as you search for the alternative. “He was the only one I wanted.”
She shifts closer, taking your hand in hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “But what if you’re losing your soulmate because of a love that was or possibly could be mediocre in comparison?”
Page’s eyes fill with hope that makes your lips twitch despite your somber mood. Your eyes dart to the laptop screen showing the replay button to the movie. “I tell you what,” you start as a smile creeps up your face. “If I find a man carrying a watermelon and singing ‘the time of my life’ then I’ll consider dating again. Deal?”
She squeals, pulling you in for a hug. “That’s so unrealistic.” she laughs as she pulls away with her hands still on your shoulders. “But you know what? It’s progress.”
You laugh and shrug. “It’s the best I can do.”
She stands. “Well lover-girl, get up and get dressed. We’re going to Malone’s to celebrate this new idea!” she pulls you up from the bed. “Now.” she eyes you up and down. “Go take a shower and I’ll find you something cute to wear.”
“I don’t need a shower.” you scoff.
“Honey, you’ve been in bed all day and-” she freezes and then pokes at your cheek. “Is that chocolate on your cheek!” she laughs.
Quickly you wipe at the evidence of your earlier snack. “Okay, fine. Shower it is.”
Quickly you take a shower, wrapping a towel around your body as another hold your hair on top of your head. When you exist the bathroom your bed is an avalanche of clothes that you don’t remember owning.
“Holy shit.” you laugh.
Page turns with a top in hand when she sees you. “I did not know you owned cute clothes, you’re always in some baggy stuff.” She waves the corset top at you. “Since when does my best friend own corset tops?”
You shrug as a blush rises across your cheeks. “I buy them but never wear them.”
“Well that changes today.” Page steps forward handing you the top and a black jean skirt.
You take the clothes and look at her with furrowed brows. “Shoes?”
“Change and then we’ll worry about the rest.”
With a mock salute you go to the bathroom to put on the sapphire blue corset top and black jean skirt. The material hugging your curves perfectly. You move out of the bathroom and towel dry your hair some more before she helps you blow dry your hair and apply makeup. Grabbing a pair of knee high boots and a leather jacket you both head to her car and make your way to Malone’s.
The music is loud when you arrive, the base drumming through your rib cage. “You look so good!” She squeezes your arm reassuringly. You laugh as you shake your head and head inside with her.
“I need the bathroom. Can you grab us some drinks?” she asks and moves toward the bathroom before you can reply. You head for the counter grabbing beers and finding an empty booth in the corner. You move your upper body to the beat of the song and wait for Page to return.
A loud cheer ripples through Malone’s as the Briar U hockey team enter. The first person you see being Dean with a cocky smirk on his face before you return your attention to Page as she takes a seat.
“Damn line is so long.” She groans.
Every now and again Page nudges you, indicating that some guy is checking you out, but true to your word you don’t engage. You drink your beer and as the hours pass and the people become less and less you sigh.
“I think I’m just going to the bathroom and then calling it a night.” You shift from the soft seat and stand, fixing your top before heading to the bathroom that by sheer luck has no cue. You move to the mirror and place your hands on the sink as you look at yourself. “What was I thinking?” You shake your head.
You close your eyes and let out a breath when the familiar song rings clear as day through the walls. The melody making you snap your head up and laugh.
Your idea to use the bathroom entirely forgotten as you exit and yell. “Come on Page this is-”
But it wasn’t page. Page still sat in the booth with a smirk on her face and sipping her beer as your head swiveled back to the stage. The familiar locks in view as John Tucker stands on stage with his back towards us.
“Oh. My. God.” You shake your head and move toward Page, eyes glued to the man on stage. “That’s one. Impossible for him to be a soulmate, like come on.” You scoff.
As Tucker turns your eyes widen. Dean is approaching him with a watermelon, urging him to take it. As they get into a playful shoving match Tucker continues to sing the song you told Page your soulmate would sing, and as he approaches the chorus he raises the watermelon above his head as Dean holds the microphone for him and you cannot help but let out a laugh.
“Guess the universe said it’s time.” Page teases.
“I knew it was you.” Your eyes travel to her and she shakes her head.
“Oh I wish but I didn’t have the time to set up something like this, trust me.”
You roll your eyes. “So, you’re telling me. This was just pure coincidence?”
“Some would call it fate.” She winked.
The song came to an end with an emergence of drunk cheers. Page smiles at you. “Go grab your lover-boy.”
Tucker gets off the stage as the rest of the boys pat him on his back for his performance. You approach with your hands stuffed into the back pockets of your skirt.
“You were great up there.”
His eyes meet yours and it feels like peace entered your system for the first time in years. “Thanks.” He smiles as he places the watermelon under his arm. “Do I know you?”
You shake your head. “No, not exactly. I just wanted to say it was really good… and also ask what made you choose the song.”
He laughs. “Would you believe me if I told you I won a bet?”
Your smile widens. “Won a bet?”
“Mhm.” He eyes your nervous stance and his shoulders tense. “Sorry, can I maybe buy you a drink?”
“That would be great.” You follow as he leads you both to the bar. “I don’t really approach people often as you can tell.”
He hands you the beer and takes a seat right next to you. “I noticed, but I’m glad you did.”
You blush besides wanting to keep calm. “You are?”
“Of course!” he clears his throat. “I don’t know how to explain it, but you feel so familiar.”
Your eyes move to Page as she walks over to the front door of Malone’s and sends you one last wink. “Maybe it was fate.”
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Summary: You hear knocking at the dorm room and then a loud thud, opening it you find a drunk Garrett sitting on the floor looking confused. Someone had given him the wrong dorm number and as you offer to help he states he’d rather stay with you.
A/N: not edited sorry
Stirring the steaming mug of coffee the aroma envelops you and enables your shoulders to relax for what feels like the first time in weeks. Your roommate had left for some club and told you she would only be back in the morning meaning you had the entire place to yourself.
Your hand wraps around the warm mug and head for the sofa when you hear it.
Knock.
Knock. Knock.
You freeze, head turning in the direction of the door. You weren’t expecting anyone and no voice accompanied the knocks.
“Probably some prank on the wrong door again.” You roll your eyes.
A loud thud followed making your heart jump. Quickly you rush over to the door, and swing it open. You expect to see someone standing before you but as your eyes cast downward you see the captain of Briar U hockey team sitting outside your door muttering curses at himself.
“Garrett?”
“Hm?” he lifts his head. His grin faltering as he takes in your appearance. Disheveled hair and mismatched pjs. “You’re not Lexi.”
You shake your head. “She’s one floor up.”
He lets out a dramatic groan, his head dropping with a thud against the door frame. A snort escapes you as you clamp a hand over your mouth to stop it. He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head.
“Did you just-”
“No.” You reply too quickly as you remove your hand. “Are you drunk?”
A stupid grin hits his face as he looks up at you. “Absolutely.”
He grabs the door frame and you quickly wrap a hand around his arm, feeling the muscles flex as you help him up. “Okay big guy, let’s get you to Lexi’s.”
He comes to his full height, towering over you as you give his arm a gentle squeeze and let go before taking a sip of your coffee. His eyes flicker to your lips and the cup. “Can I have some?”
Choking on the coffee, you cough and look at him with furrowed brows. “Can’t you have some at Lexi’s?”
He shakes his head vigorously. “But I’m already here.”
“And in a few minutes you’ll be there,” you counter.
He sways as he pushes his hands into his pockets and for a second you can’t help but feel concern tug at your very being. “Be nice to me. I’m drunk.”
You laugh and shake your head. “Fine, fine.” Moving to the side you let him enter the apartment. His head moves from side to side taking in the apartment in its messy glory as you head for the kitchen. “One cup and then you’re out of here, got it?”
He mock salutes before taking a seat on the sofa, dropping his head backwards and turning it to look at you. “You’re pretty.”
Ignoring the compliment you continue to make the coffee.
“I said you’re pretty,” he says louder this time.
“You’re also drunk so that doesn’t mean much.”
You take both mugs to the couch sitting on the opposite end of him before handing it to him. His eyes close momentarily as he inhales the aroma. “And you make good coffee. You might be the whole package deal.”
“Shut up,” you laugh.
His eyes brighten at your laugh. You move the hair from your face and grab the remote to put on the TV just like you originally planned to. Switching through channels you find an old movie to watch and let the silence surround the both of you.
“Where’s your roommate?” he asks.
“At some party.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see him nod. “Why aren’t you partying?”
You shrug, shifting on the couch until you’re comfortable. “Not really my thing.”
“So you were just going to watch old movies?”
You turn your head seeing the smile on his face and offer one back. “Problem with that?” you tease.
“Not even a little,” he replies.
He sips away at his coffee as you finish yours and place the mug on the coffee table. The dorm felt too cold all of a sudden. You grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over yourself.
“Don’t hog the blanket.” He shifts closer, placing the mug down.
“We had an agreement. One cup and you’re gone.” You point a finger at him.
He shakes his head. No, you had an agreement. I did not agree.” He moves until he places his head on your lap, uncertainly you raise your hands to not touch him as he relaxes.
“What are you doing?” You frown.
He looks up at you. “I am getting ready to watch a movie with my new friend.”
Your mouth opens and closes, bobbing like a fish for a reply but nothing comes to mind. He smiles before turning his attention back to the movie. Before you can think better of it your hand moves to his hair, playing with the soft locks as you focus on the TV.
“I have to move at some point. You’re aware of that right?” you ask.
Silence.
You look back down seeing his peaceful expression and closed eyes. A sigh escapes you. “Sweet dreams.”
Summary: You’re testing a new recipe while home alone, halfway through Tucker comes over and he keeps distracting you instead of letting you finish the cupcakes.
You pull the cupcakes from the oven, placing them on the counter. The sweet aroma filling the kitchen. The rattle of the front door catches your attention and soon after Tucker walks in. A bright smile on his face as he sniffs at the air.
“Smells so good in here.”
He approaches you, walking around the kitchen island until he’s behind you and wraps his strong around you, burying his face in your neck.
“It’s a new recipe.” You relax into his touch.
He hums in acknowledgement, squeezing you tightly against him. “You smell good.”
You snort. “I smell like vanilla and I didn’t even use any.”
His lips press against your neck making you freeze. “I don’t see how that’s a bad thing.”
Trying to refocus on the baked goods before you, you grab a bowl, but his hold tightens. “Tuck.”
“Baby,” he murmurs. The feel of his hot breath against your neck and the nickname has you rethinking your priorities.
He loosens his hold, allowing you to turn and face him. His warm eyes moving between your gaze and lips.
“I want to finish these. They need frosting.”
He smiles. “They seem fine as is.”
“They’re naked,” you reply flatly.
A smirk pulls at his lips as he cocks a brow. “Naked huh?”
Your eyes widen as he places his hands on your hips, thumbs brushing beneath your shirt against your skin. “You… you know what I mean.”
He feigns confusion. “Do I? No, no I don’t think so.” He squeezes your hips. “Why don’t you spell it out for me.”
You roll your eyes. “I need to finish them.”
He presses his forehead against yours as he let’s out a sigh. “Just give me a kiss then.”
You tilt your head giving him a soft kiss, as you pull away you see the need in his eyes for more as he reluctantly let’s go. You turn back to the counter to make the frosting, hearing his steps move further and further away. Your eyes dart over to his retreating figure, the moment he’s in the living room he turns on his heel and crosses his arms.
Your attention is turned back to the ingredients as you mix it all together before dipping a finger into the pomegranate flavoured frosting, eyes fluttering close as you savor the taste.
“That good?” he questions and without opening your eyes you nod, licking your finger clean.
Finally you look at him again, his eyes darkened as they focus on your lips. “You want to try?”
He walks back toward you. His hand moves toward the bowl but you stop him with a shake of your head. You dip your finger back into the frosting before smearing it on your lips.
“Baby,” he warns.
“If you can tease then so can I,” you counter.
His jaw tightens. The look he gives you sends a pulse of heat straight through your chest.
"You’re not supposed to tease. That’s my job," he says quietly.
You smile sweetly. "Maybe we both can."
The frosting sits untouched between you as Tucker steps closer. The kitchen suddenly feels much smaller than it did five seconds ago. His gaze remains fixed on your mouth.
"Last warning, baby."
You raise a brow. "Or what?"
The challenge hangs in the air. Slowly he reaches up and cups your jaw. His thumb brushes against your cheek while his eyes search yours, giving you every opportunity to back down. You don't if anything, you lean closer. A breath leaves him.
"You’re something else." He closes the distance.
His lips capture yours, stealing the frosting right off your mouth. The kiss starts soft, moving slowly and tenderly until he sucks on your bottom lip, cleaning in entirely. Your fingers curl into the front of his shirt as he pulls you against him. The familiar scent of cedar and laundry soap surrounds you, making it impossible to think about anything except him. The entire task forgotten within an instant.
Just Tucker and his lips, touch, presence. When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathing a little harder than before. A smug smile appears on his face.
"Huh."
You narrow your eyes. "What?"
He taps his chin thoughtfully. "I don't know."
"Tucker." You eye him.
"The frosting's good."
You groan making him laugh in the process. The sound is warm and rich and entirely too attractive.
"You are impossible." You roll your eyes.
"And yet," he says, stealing another quick kiss, "you keep me around."
Your attempt at a response dies when he lifts you onto the kitchen counter.
"Tuck!"
“Don’t roll your eyes at me unless you want me to give you a reason for them to roll back.” He squeezes your thighs.
Shifting on the counter you attempt to climb off but he keeps you in place. “Come on.”
"What?" His grin is completely unrepentant. "You weren't using it."
"I was literally decorating cupcakes."
"Were you?" He cocks a brow.
You bob like a fish out of water for a response that just doesn’t want to leave your lips.
His grin widens. "That's what I thought."
You shove at his shoulder, trying not to laugh. For a moment he simply stands between your knees, hands resting lightly on your hips. The teasing fades.
His expression softens. "There she is."
Your smile falters. "There who is?"
"My girl."
The words hit harder than they should. Tucker notices immediately. He always does. His hand slides into yours, thumb brushing across your knuckles. "I know you've been stressed lately."
You look away. He gently guides your attention back to him.
"Hey." His voice is quieter now.
“You’re too good for me,” you whisper.
"None of that.” He orders. “Take a second and breathe."
You study him. The man who never failed to show up. The man who somehow made even ordinary moments feel important. The man who had walked into your kitchen and completely destroyed your plans to finish baking. A laugh escapes you.
"What?" he laughs.
"You realize this is your fault, right?"
His eyes sparkle. "The cupcakes?"
"Everything."
He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I can live with that."
For a while neither of you says anything. The house is filled with the scent of warm cake and sugar. Outside, the sun is beginning to set. Tucker wraps his arms around your waist and rests his forehead against yours.
Then his eyes drift toward the tray behind you. A thoughtful silence follows. You immediately become suspicious.
"No." You point a finger at him.
"What?"
"No." You try to keep your face serious but fail entirely.
His shoulders raise. "I didn't even say anything."
"You looked at them."
"They're cooling."
"You want one."
"I want six."
You laugh as he reaches around you and steals a cupcake anyway.
"Tucker!"
"What?" He takes a bite. "Worth it."
You stare at him as he keeps his focus on you. Then he offers you the other half. And just like that, you find yourself sharing a cupcake with the man you love while the untouched bowl of frosting sits forgotten on the counter. The cupcakes can wait.
A/N: first smut scene like this so... be gentle with me lol. Also not edited... whoops
Setting: You sneak into his room
Relationship: Enemies to FWB. You hate each other but you also don't trust anyone more than him.
Summary: You've had a long day and need some stress relief. You don't want anyone near you and yet you found yourself climbing through his window in need of a distraction.
Your hands shake, mind reeling with information that you just got. A simple picture with a note from a girl you had never met.
Seems like your boyfriend likes to kiss your best friend.
You didn't even waste your energy on yelling at him. Simply blocked him, told him to get his stuff in the morning and told him it was over. Next up was your best friend since high-school. Fingers worked over the screen, looking for anyone to call and pour your heart out but not a single contact felt trustworthy. Not after that. Your breathing became shaky as you open Instagram and you're greeted with the Briar U hockey team front and center. Eyes drifting until they land on Dead eith his blonde hair and bright eyes. His cheeky grin stuck on his face after a win.
"Screw it." You shove your phone in your pocket and head to their house. It felt too quiet for once. Usually there were parties or people passed out on the lawn but tonight it was empty except for the glow coming from Dean's room. Scanning your surroundings you hurried to the ladder and climbed up towards his window.
The bedside light sat on but the room was empty. You tapped hesitantly on the window. Silence followed. Your heart thundered urging you to go home but you couldn't. With a messy mind your best bet was to have a distraction.
After a few moments you took a step down only to see Dean enter the room with just a pair of shorts on. He rubbed a towel over his wet hair, eyes moving around until they land on you through the window. His brows furrowed as he stepped closer, and it took everything in you to not look at his toned body.
He opened the window and without invitation you slipped inside.
"To what do I owe the inconvenience?" He asked as you turned to face him.
Your body shakes with the adrenaline that is still in your system. You swallow the anger as your eyes dart between his. "I need a distraction."
He cocked a brow. "Excuse you?"
"I don't have time to draw you a picture Dean. I need a distraction and I need you to be it."
He blinked half-dazed. "You mean-"
"I want you to fuck me." You interject. "I need it. The distraction I mean."
"What about your little boyfriend?" His lips twitch upwards.
"Don't have one anymore," you start. His expression softens for a mere second. "Forget it." You move toward the window but he pulls you back in front of him.
He smirks as you stand before and crosses his arms. "Say it again."
You close your eyes, frustrated by how much he's enjoying this. "I hate you," you mutter.
"That's not what you said." He takes a step forward invading your space. His lips move to your ear, breath hot against your skin. "Tell me that you want me to fuck you."
All thoughts of hatred are out of the window just from hearing his tone. His voice sending a chill down your spine and suddenly your heart is rapidly beating for a different reason.
"I want you to fuck me." You press your fingers against his chest, moving him backward until he's seated on his bed.
There's a darkness in his stare as he watches you straddle his lap. His hands automatically res on your hips pulling you closer against him. Your hands shake as you place them on his shoulders.
"What happened?" He finally asks the question you wanted to avoid.
You don't reply. Kissing the corners of his lips as you press down against his crotch with the slow movement of your hips. He lets out a low groan.
"Tell me," He orders.
"Doesn't matter." You kiss him as the whispered words fall from your lips.
In an instant one of his hands find your throat, gently squeezing the sides as he moves away from the kiss. "I'm not doing anything until you tell me what happened."
You don't move away. You swallow hard, feeling the pressure of his hand against your soft skin. "He cheated," you confess.
"He what?" His voice grew louder.
You look away despite his hold on you. Too aware of how stupid it was to come here and ask this of him.
"He's a fucking idiot." Dean finally speaks. His reply making you snap your attention back onto him. His hand moving to cup your cheek. "Not realizing what he had."
Unable to speak you not in agreement. His lips find yours once more. The intent behind it changing. It didn't feel like forcing something for the sake of forgetting. This felt softer, like caresses filled with kindness.
Your hands move to pull your shirt off and he helps you, only breaking the kiss to remove it entirely. Your hips grind against him, feeling your underwear dampen with the movement.
"This," you break the kiss to look at him. His chest heaving. "This means nothing."
He nods. "Nothing." He moves to unclip your bra, trailing kisses down your jaw and then your neck. All the way down between your breasts. Shuddering at the soft kisses you grab his hair.
"I need more... please," you whisper.
He chuckles. "Never thought I'd see the day you say please for anything."
You grip his hair tighter making him groan. He grips your thighs as he stands, turning to put you down onto the bed before climbing on top of you. Your hands move to his shorts, eager to get them off.
"Not yet," he takes your hands, pinning them down above you as he kisses your collarbone. His breath hits your ear as he whispers. "You wanted a distraction so let me offer that to you."
Your hips buck at the words. "Yes." You nod.
"Can't believe that idiot cheated. I knew he wasn't bright but that's just pathetic."
His mouth moves to your one breast, kissing the flesh reverently before running his tongue over your hardened nipple. You arch as he gently sucks on the sensitive peak.
"You like that?" He asks as he moves to the other breast giving ut just as much attention. A whimper escapes you.
He finally unpins your hands and works his way down your stomach. "Keep tour hands up there for me."
You look down as he kisses every inch of your stomach. Sitting between your spread legs as his fingers work to unbutton your short.
"Lift your hips for me babygirl." A phrase he used to mock you had suddenly never felt more endearing. You obey instantly allowing him to remove the shorts and your panties.
Your heart thundered as he looked between your legs. "So fucking perfect."
Your head meets the mattress once more as you close your eyes. He runs his hands over your inner thighs teasingly.
"Eyes on me while I worship you." His tone came out more serious than ever before.
Snapping your attention back to his, his eyes are already on yours as he slowly kisses down your inner thigh.
"Stop teasing and fuck me already Dean," you whine.
He chuckles as you lift your hips before grabbing them and pinning them to the bed. Suddenly his teeth sink into your flesh. "Patience."
A yelp escapes you as he kisses the spot he bit. You open your mouth to retaliate just as he places a kiss against your clit. "Is that what you want?"
You nod, biting your lip.
His fingers spread you open, rubbing against the arousal showing how much you love his slow worship. "So pretty. Aren't you?" He asks as he slips a finger inside of you while his thumb circles your clit achingly slow.
"More," you beg, lifting your hips.
"I'll give you more as soon as you tell me you're pretty." He removes his finger.
"I'm- I'm pretty," you stutter.
He pushes two fingers inside of you, curling them. "Good girl."
A moan slips out causing you to clamp a hand over your mouth. He presses harder against your clit as you move against his fingers. When he finally pulls away you whine as your hand falls beside your head once more. Your eyes find his as he licks his fingers clean.
He moved off the bed and instantly you close your legs as he pulls down his shorts and boxers.
"Spread your legs for me."
Biting your lip you slowly spread your legs as he crawls back onto the bed, rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds.
"You trust me enough to do this?" He questions.
"The closest thing to trust is what I have with you." You press against the head of his cock as he lets out a groan.
The reply seemed to satisfy him as he pushes inside of you, making both of you groan. His hands keeping him steady on either side of you as you grab the back of his neck and pull him closer, kissing him as your legs press against his hips as he thrusts into you.
"You feel so good." He says breathlessly against your lips.
You bite and pull at his bottom lip, urging him to kiss you again as his thrusts become more rapid. A moan escapes you as your hands move to his back.
"Mark me all you want. I want the evidence on me for weeks." He grunts as your legs begin to shake.
"Dean!" You moan.
"Not yet," he orders.
"Please! I can't." You shake your head.
"Almost," he kisses at your neck. Your legs squeeze against his hips. "Now!" He says as he bites into your neck making you come undone.
Your body shakes, legs relaxing at his sides as gentle kisses fall over the bite mark at your neck.
"You did so well for me." He whispers, pulling out of you and sitting between your legs as he looks down at you.
"I think I'm going to need more distractions from you," you whisper as he leans down to kiss your forehead.
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