All is Ours

Day 1: Warm Welcome જ⁀➴ Coming home to a very drunk, and affectionate, boo. » Dean x Reader @wiishies

Day 2: Move-In Day જ⁀➴ A handsome stranger to the rescue. » Dean x Reader @👤

Day 3: Fire Alarm. જ⁀➴ Standing outside in mismatched pyjamas. » Allie x Reader @the-fandom-abyss

Day 4: Campus Ghost Story જ⁀➴ A late-night walk turns into an argument about ghosts. » Tucker x Reader @👤

Day 5: Team Auction જ⁀➴ The hockey team hosts a charity auction. » Dean x Reader @👤

Day 6: Media Day જ⁀➴ She hates press interviews... until you show up. » Allie x Reader @wolfiee10

Day 7: The Countdown જ⁀➴ Celebrating the final night on campus. » Dean x Reader @👤

Day 8: The Almost Kiss જ⁀➴ The world fades away as he leans in... » Beau x Reader @👤

Day 9: Secret Relationship જ⁀➴ The thrill of keeping it hidden. » Beau x F!Di Laurentis @👤

Day 10: Sunshine x Grumpy જ⁀➴ Somehow, it works. » Logan x Reader @👤

Day 11: Fake Dating જ⁀➴ He acts like the perfect boyfriend. You both forget it's an act. » Tucker x Reader @👤

Day 12: The Almost Confession જ⁀➴ He comes so close to saying it all... » Logan x Reader @loveeverythingsblog Day 13: The Almost Breakup જ⁀➴ You’re both stubborn. » Allie x Reader @bucksplum

Day 14: Jealousy જ⁀➴ He spends all night pretending he isn't bothered. » Beau x Reader @👤

Day 15: Injured Pride જ⁀➴ Tending to post-game bruises. » Logan x Reader @👤

Day 16: Bad Day જ⁀➴ When he’s had a bad day. » Garrett x Reader @sweetvalleycreator

Day 17: Sleeping In જ⁀➴ He is much clingier when he's half-asleep. » Garrett x F!Reader @fictionallygabby

Day 18: “I Love You” જ⁀➴ He fills the silence with a confession. » Tucker x Reader @welcometocaseys

Day 19: Holiday Lights જ⁀➴ A late-night walk around campus looking at winter decorations. » Logan x Reader @idkmaybeitskhloe

Day 20: The Playlist જ⁀➴ Songs become a hidden language. » Tucker x Reader @riichii-i

Day 21: Locked Out જ⁀➴ His sofa, a movie, and an accidental sleepover. » Dean x Reader @fromasgardandback

Day 22: Grocery Run જ⁀➴ Causing chaos down the grocery store aisles. » Dean x Reader @👤

Day 23: Hands Tied જ⁀➴ Soft restraint and surrendered control. » Beau x F!Reader @👤

Day 24: Blindfolded જ⁀➴ Your other senses dial to eleven. » Logan x Reader @👤

Day 25: Desk Duty જ⁀➴ Distractions at his bedroom desk. » Garrett x F!Reader @idkmaybeitskhloe

Day 26: Lip Gloss જ⁀➴ Leaving smudged, messy traces. » Beau x Reader x Dean @wolfiee10

Day 27: Locker Room Showers જ⁀➴ Sneaking into the team showers after the rink clears out. » Garrett x Reader @afterhoursangell

Day 28: Bad Idea જ⁀➴ “We shouldn’t be doing this.” » Allie x Reader @👤

Day 29: Backseat જ⁀➴ Frantic touches in the backseat of his car. » Tucker x Reader @👤

Day 30: “Come Here.” જ⁀➴ A simple command. » Logan x Reader @👤

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They were so wrapped up in their own shit, they didn’t even notice when you strutted in.

Dean sat leaning forward with his elbows firmly placed on the table. His palms were pressed against his forehead as his right leg bounced with restless energy.

Behind him, Logan leant against the wall, legs crossed at the ankle. His head was tilted back against the wall, and you could see the muscle tick in his clenched jaw from where you were standing.

In the centre of the room, Garrett was pacing a hole into the rug. You couldn’t hear what he was muttering to himself but you could hear a heavy thwack sound coming from the kitchen. Tucker was angrily stress cutting vegetables, the knife slamming into the chopping board with every chop.

If there was any man you trusted with a knife, it was Tucker. But he had too much pent-up energy, and you worried he’d accidentally nick his hand or something worse. You immediately walked over to him and wrapped your hand around his wrist to stop the blade from descending again.

His eyes widened, not expecting someone to be there. When he noticed it was you, his shoulders dropped immediately. You loved the effect you had on him. Really, it’s the effect you’ve had on them all at some point.

The scene you walked into isn’t unexpected; the Briar U Hawks had lost one of the most important games of the season tonight. And it was their fault. Even as a non-hockey fan, you could see how wrong their play was, they were disjointed and the more the scoreline built, the more each player desperately went for their own glory.

You, as their friend with no ulterior motives whatsoever, had come over knowing that the frustrations would be high and they’d be looking for an outlet.

“It’s fucking embarrassing,” Garrett suddenly snaps. His voice is husky, you assumed he had been shouting a lot tonight. “We looked like a bunch of selfish, desperate, rookies out there. Logan, I was wide open but you still tried to solo through their defensemen. Dean, you were completely out of position because you wanted to score. What part of defenseman do you not understand?”

If this were a cartoon, you’d be seeing steam coming out of Garrett’s ears right about now.

“We needed a goal,” Dean muttered in response, not bothering to look up from his hands.

“No. We needed to play like a fucking team.” Garrett stops pacing to glare in Logan and Dean’s direction. “If we can’t work together, then our season is dead. We might as well just give up now and save ourselves the embarrassment.”

You’d heard enough. “Ok, that’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

All four pairs of eyes turn to look at you. Logan’s crossed arms relax a little and he stands up straighter.

Garrett scowled but his voice was softer than before as he addressed you. “Dramatic? We threw the game away because we have zero coordination as a team.”

“I beg to differ,” you said as you took a step into the living room. Tucker followed you, drying his hands on a dishcloth. “Dean and Tucker demonstrated excellent team work last week. I’m sure we could teach you all a thing or two.”

Tucker’s cheeks flushed as he reminisced over what had happened when the three of you went back to his room after a party. You all had a time.

You looked over at Dean. He was leaning back on the chair now, a cocky grin on his face. The look in his eye was a challenge. Were you really thinking about doing this here? In front of them?

It was no secret that you were interested in all four of the men in the room. You’d been with all of them too with the exception of Garrett. You owned your sexuality and were a proud puck bunny.

You enjoyed pushing the boundaries of what you could take, what you could handle. And the prospect of pleasuring all four of them at the same time had you biting down on your lip.

To prove you were serious, you turned to Tucker and wrapped your arms around his neck. He immediately threw the dishcloth he was holding on the floor and wrapped his arms around you.

Looking back over your shoulder at the others in the room, you noted how they watched you with bated breath. “Think of this like a training drill,” you purred. “Use me to practice your teamwork.”

When nobody left the room, you turned back to Tucker. You looked down at his lips then back up to his eyes. As you leant in closer, he surrendered to you easily.

You pressed a few soft kisses to his jaw, then the corner of his mouth, then his mouth. You licked at his lips, a silent invitation that he happily obliged, allowing you to shove your tongue into his mouth.  

Tucker kissed like a gentleman, following your rhythm and pace. He moaned into your mouth as you sucked on his tongue. He, oddly, tasted like cherries.

Before he could pull you closer, you broke away and headed straight over to Dean, climbing onto his lap. Dean didn’t hesitate; his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt and ran up and down your back. A large calloused hand pulled down the cup to your bra and he rubbed the pad of his thumb over your nipple.

Eye contact was your weapon of choice to keep men hooked, so as you ground down into Dean, you kept your eyes on Logan who was stood frozen behind him. His eyes were dark, unable to look away from the scene in front of him.

Dean bucked his hips up into you as you repeatedly ground down into him, his hands settling on your waist. Behind you, you could hear the sound of Tucker moaning and you knew he was touching himself watching you roll your hips.

“Fuckkk, you’re needy, aren’t you?” Dean cooed, even as his head lolled back.

Tucker strode forward and cleared the clutter off of the table with a sweep of his arm. “Put her here,” he called to his teammate.

Dean had your shirt pulled over your head and bra off in seconds. In the next few seconds, you were placed on the edge of the table. You whined at the loss of stimulation.

That didn’t last long though as Tucker and Dean descended on you quickly. Dean spread your legs to accommodate his shoulders as he began kissing up your thighs, hiking up your strategically-short skirt. Tucker nipped and licked at your neck.

“Ngh– so good,” you moaned.

Tingles ran through your veins as you looked over at Garrett. He was watching with the same intense focused that Logan had. It was the spotlight on you that you had been craving.

“Captain?” you called. “Want to join?”

 Garrett moved immediately, as if he was just waiting for your permission. He pulled you into a kiss as Tucker moved to swirl his tongue around your nipple.

You moaned into Garrett’s mouth as you felt Dean’s breath ghost over your clothed pussy. The combination of all the attention, the anticipation, and the feeling of being watched by Logan and Garrett had you soaked already.

“Okay, have her lie back,” Dean said as he pushed at your stomach gently.

Tucker and Garrett took their mouths off of you and helped you to lay down comfortably on the table. You hissed as Dean pulled off your panties, the cool air hitting your heat.

“Tucker, come here.” Dean called.

Just like last week, they took their positions by your slick pussy. Their ragged breaths over you had your hole clenching. Two hands slipped under your butt, lifting you slightly so Dean could get at your hole. His tongue teased your entrance, lapping up your arousal, before plunging in. Tucker focused on your clit, flicking his tongue side to side in a rapid motion.

Garrett stepped out of his shorts and came to stand at the top of the table, close to your head. He hovered next to you, unsure of of what to do with himself and what he could ask of you.

You refused to break eye contact with him, even when a lewd moan escaped your lips as Tucker sucked on your clit.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Garrett.”

“Suck, please.” His voice was strained.

You leant over until your tongue reached his tip. You paid special attention to it, licking up the precum that had gathered there.

He hissed and bucked into your mouth as you sucked on the head.

Tucker and Dean were still working in tandem between your legs. Licking, sucking, and curling fingers into you. You mumbled praises to them around Garrett’s dick.

The sensations overwhelmed you just the way you liked, and it wasn’t long before you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. Your moans urged the men in between your legs on, and your vision faded to black as the coil snapped and your orgasm waved over you.

Almost immediately, Garrett’s hips stuttered as he came into your mouth, shooting warm cum down your throat. You gently sucked him through it, his dick twitching heavily on your tongue.

When he had fully come down from his high, Garrett slid out of your mouth. “Umm… thanks?”

You watched him as he ran off upstairs to go and clean himself off.

Tucker returned to the room, you hadn’t even realised he left, carrying a box of condoms.

He looked down at you; you looked a beautiful mess with Garrett’s cum still dripping down your chin. “You wanna go for a ride, darlin’?”

You nodded eagerly.

Switching positions, you stood up so that Tucker could lie flat on the table. Once settled, he slapped his thighs, your invitation to climb onto him. You did so with an embarrassing urgency. In less than a minute, you were straddling his thighs, slowly lowering yourself down onto his condom-clad dick.

You took a minute to really feel him inside of you before you began to bounce. You alternated between fast snaps of your hips and slow grinds.

“Yeah, that’s it, darlin’,” Tucker praised from beneath you. “You take me in so well.”  

You leant forward, palms resting on his chest as you bounced on him.

A hand snaked between your legs, rubbing circles around your clit. You turned to see Dean, one hand between your legs and the other jerking himself off. His tip was so pretty and pink, you wanted that inside you.

“Don’t cum yet, Dean,” you said in between breaths. “Want you inside me next.”

“I know you do, gorgeous. Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you after my teammate has had his way with you.” He had a stupidly cocky grin on his face and you wanted to slap it off of him.

“Fuck– yeah, I’m gonna-.”

Tucker began fucking up into you, thrusts erratic until his entire body jerked. His eyes rolled back as he came into the condom. You grind your hips, purposely clenching around him as he came down from his high.

“Thanking you, darlin’.” Tucker was always so smooth with it, it made you feel giddy inside.

You winced as Dean lifted you off of Tucker’s softened erection. He carried you over to the sofa, placing you there are he settled in between your legs.

“This is what you’re begging for, right?” He asked as he dragged his wrapped-up erection through the slickness at your folds. He let his dick catch on your hole, pushing the tip in then pulling it out.

“Yes,” you mumbled, mind dizzy from how turned on you still were.

“Speak up,” he commanded.

“Please,” you begged. “I’m begging. Fuck me, please.”

“Hmm.” Dean ran the tip of his dick over your clit. The sound of your frustrated grunts was intoxicating to him.

Your hand came down, taking hold of his dick and guiding it into you.

“Fuck, you really are so desperate for me.” His laugh died on a moan as he bottomed out in you.

You wrapped your legs around him, trying to pull him down deeper into you.

Every thrust was deep and deliberate. Now that you were wrapped around him, he was done with the teasing. He chased the release that he had been waiting for. He hit that spot within you that had your eyes rolling back and pussy clenching down around him.  

Dean slipped a hand in between your legs, rubbing against your clit with enough pressure that it brought your body to the edge. You didn’t bother to try to muffle your moans, your voice getting louder as you got closer.

“That’s it, scream louder for me so they know just how well I fuck you.”

You came calling Dean’s name.

“I’m almost there baby, just keep squeezing around me,” Dean grunted.

Despite being still sensitive, you clamped down on this dick. His mouth hung open as he emptied his load into the condom. Just like with Tucker, you continued to grind your hips as Dean came down from his high.

“Thank you, gorgeous.” He said as he pulled out of you.

He kissed your forehead then walked over to where Logan was standing.

“She’s all yours,” Dean said, slapping Logan on the back.

Logan walked over to where you were sat waiting for him on the sofa. His voice was deep and throaty as he spoke for the first time since you got here. “I patiently waited for my turn.”

“You did,” you praised.

“So, how are you going to reward me for it?”

You slid off of the sofa and fell to your knees in front of him. Looking up through your eyelashes as you took him into your mouth.

Main Masterlist

Day 1: Office Hours જ⁀➴ Seeking help during office hours. [Character Open]

Day 2: Move-In Day જ⁀➴ A handsome stranger to the rescue. » Dean x Reader @👤

Day 3: Fire Alarm. જ⁀➴ Standing outside in mismatched pyjamas. » Allie x Reader @the-fandom-abyss

Day 4: Campus Ghost Story જ⁀➴ A late-night walk turns into an argument about ghosts. » Tucker x Reader @👤

Day 5: Team Auction જ⁀➴ The hockey team hosts a charity auction. » Dean x Reader @👤

Day 6: Media Day જ⁀➴ She hates press interviews... until you show up. » Allie x Reader @wolfiee10

Day 7: The Countdown જ⁀➴ Celebrating the final night on campus. [Character Open]

Day 8: The Almost Kiss જ⁀➴ The world fades away as he leans in... » Beau x Reader @👤

Day 9: Secret Relationship જ⁀➴ The thrill of keeping it hidden. » Beau x F!Di Laurentis @👤

Day 10: Sunshine x Grumpy જ⁀➴ Somehow, it works. » Logan x Reader @👤

Day 11: Fake Dating જ⁀➴ He acts like the perfect boyfriend. You both forget it's an act. [Character Open]

Day 12: The Almost Confession જ⁀➴ He comes so close to saying it all... » Logan x Reader @loveeverythingsblog Day 13: The Almost Breakup જ⁀➴ You’re both stubborn. [Character Open]

Day 14: Jealousy જ⁀➴ He spends all night pretending he isn't bothered. » Beau x Reader @👤

Day 15: Injured Pride જ⁀➴ Tending to post-game bruises. [Character Open]

Day 16: Bad Day જ⁀➴ When he’s had a bad day. » Garrett x Reader @sweetvalleycreator

Day 17: Sleeping In જ⁀➴ He is much clingier when he's half-asleep. » Garrett x F!Reader @fictionallygabby

Day 18: “I Love You” જ⁀➴ He fills the silence with a confession. [Character Open]

Day 19: Holiday Lights જ⁀➴ A late-night walk around campus looking at winter decorations. [Character Open]

Day 20: The Playlist જ⁀➴ Songs become a hidden language. [Character Open]

Day 21: Locked Out જ⁀➴ His sofa, a movie, and an accidental sleepover. » Dean x Reader @fromasgardandback

Day 22: Grocery Run જ⁀➴ Causing chaos down the grocery store aisles. » Dean x Reader @👤

Day 23: Hands Tied જ⁀➴ Soft restraint and surrendered control. » Beau x F!Reader @👤

Day 24: Blindfolded જ⁀➴ Your other senses dial to eleven. [Character Open]

Day 25: Desk Duty જ⁀➴ Distractions at his bedroom desk. [Character Open]

Day 26: Lip Gloss જ⁀➴ Leaving smudged, messy traces. » Beau x Reader x Dean @wolfiee10

Day 27: Locker Room Showers જ⁀➴ Sneaking into the team showers after the rink clears out. » Garrett x Reader @afterhoursangell

Day 28: Bad Idea જ⁀➴ “We shouldn’t be doing this.” » Allie x Reader @👤

Day 29: Backseat જ⁀➴ Frantic touches in the backseat of his car. » Tucker x Reader @👤

To finally have clarity is a sobering feeling. For a long time, probably too long a time, you had dismissed it all as a trick of the mind brought on by the trauma of a bad breakup.

Inside your room, you stand with your back pressed flat against the door, thinking. Today, Dean, whether intentionally or not, had made you face reality. The weeks you’d spend telling yourself that you were either reading too much into it or trying to use him a as a shield to hide from the pain fade away as your mind races with the endless possibilities that today introduced you to.

But the clarity also brings about more confusion, more unanswered questions. You suppose you shouldn’t be too hard on yourself, shouldn’t read too much into it, but how could you not? The way he’d looked at you in the bar as he laid his cards on the table and told you straight that he wasn’t interested in other women. What did that mean he wanted from you? His ragged breath as he pressed you against your door, his forehead on yours. Why hadn’t he just kissed you?

The frustration of not having answers actually excites you because you know the answers are coming. The suppressed hope from weeks past is replaced with a wild rush of adrenaline. The ground feels like it’s shaking as you trudge to the bathroom. You do your best to go through your nighttime routine with the attention it requires, but your mind is elsewhere.

By the time you scramble into your bed, your heart has finally settled. Fumbling with your phone, you open the group chat with Allie and Hannah. There’s way too much for you to say to fit in a text message.

You (22:34): [▶︎• ılı.lıllılıı.ıllı.ılılıllı.ıılılıllı.ı 3:18] “Ok, so, Dean’s just dropped me of- nothing happened by the way before you get excited, um yeah, he just walked me to the door and like almost kissed me, I think, and…” [❤️2]

You spend the next three minutes recounting the time at Malone’s and the situation at your door, sparing no details.

Allie (22:40): omg Allie (22:40): wdym nothing happened???? he kissed you!! Allie (22:40): i am LIVING for this btw

She’s technically right, you suppose. Something did happen, just not enough in your eyes.

You (22:41): i mean he was going to but then pulled back, i did kind of tense up so idk if that made him back away? go self-restraint, i guess?

Hannah (22:41): Yes! Love this. Hannah (22:42): Bare minimum but respect to him for respecting your pace.

You (22:43): true but now it’s left me feeling a type of way

Allie (22:43): 🥵 🍆💦?? [😂1 👀1]

Hannah (22:44): Allie. Behave 😂   Hannah (22:44): But also, answer the question.

You (22:45): well yes [😜1]

Allie (22:45): [▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။၊|• 0:15] “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

After listening to Allie scream down the phone, you genuinely do try to fall asleep. You drop your phone onto the mattress and stare up at the ceiling, tossing and turning for 10 minutes before you pick back up your phone.   

You (22:58): ok but like i acc can’t stop thinking about it You (22:58): i think he likes me lol

Allie (22:59): GIRL, WE KNOWWW 😭 Allie (22:59): also i love getting to say i told you so A smile tugs your lips as you lock your phone. She really had told you so. It isn’t a trick of the mind or the rebound talking. Dean Di Laurentis wants you for real. And you want him for real.

You set the phone face-down on the nightstand, pull the blankets up to your shoulders, and close your eyes.

The sun is barely up, casting a weak light through the slits of your blinds, when your phone buzzing against the nightstand makes you jump awake.

Dean (07:14): Cancel whatever plans you have for this afternoon Dean (07:14): I want to take you somewhere Dean (07:15): Wear something warm

You’re pulled out of your sleep instantly, blinking hard against the harsh phone screen light as until the words blur. Before you even respond to Dean, you take a screenshot and send it to the group chat.

You (07:16): [image attached] GUYS!!!! morning update…

Breathing deeply, you message Dean back and set a time for the afternoon plans. You should go back to sleep, but you’re too energised by anticipation to really rest.

Allie (08:23): OH MY GOD, IT’S HAPPENING!!!!! Allie (08:25): ALSO!! it’s so hot when a man knows what he wants

Hannah (08:31): Wear the cute knit sweater. The one we got last week. You’ll look really good in it. Hannah (08:31): Relax! And have fun on your date❤️

You (08:32): wait, is this a date? he just said we’re going somewhere

Allie (08:40): ‘he just said we’re going somewhere????’ girl bffr. Allie (08:40): he literally told you last night he won’t sleep with anyone else and then kissed you. this is a date. Allie (08:41): if only sees you as ‘friends’ after all that i’ll actually fight him [😂2]

With the exception of two whole events, your wardrobe this past couple of months has been a depressing rotation of oversized hoodies, baggy sweatpants, and basically any other clothing item that helped you hide away from the world. Today was different though. Today you want to feel good through looking good.

A couple of hours later, as you’re getting ready, you take Hannah’s advice and put on the jumper pairing it with your favourite pair of jeans. As you stand in the mirror, you spend an extra few minutes meticulously doing your hair and makeup, your heart doing a nervous flip every time your eyes dart to the clock.

You (12:15): ok, i’m dressed. i look cute, i think. my stomach is backflipping

Allie (12:15): if it’s bad flips, remember that you are a queen. Allie (12:15): if it’s good flips, go get your man and give us ALL the details tonight.

You (12:17): ok, he’s picking me up in 10. wish me luck

Allie (12:23): good luck ❤️

Hannah (14:31): Sorry, Garrett stole my phone. Hope you’re having fun! ❤️

Allie (14:32): 😈

Dean arrives at your dorm at exactly 12:27. A second later, your screen lights up with a quick text to say that he’s here. Not that you were standing by the window, peeking through the blinds and actively watching for his arrival, of course.

By the time you get down the stairs and out of the door, he’s leaning back against the hood of his car, his ankles crossed. He’s wearing a dark winter coat that makes him look so handsomely expensive. In his hand, he’s holding a paper tray with your favourite drink from the campus café.

He stands up properly the moment he spots you coming down the concrete steps. The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles brightly at you. He steps forward, meeting you halfway to hand you one of the cups.  

“Hey,” he smiles easily, as if the tension of yesterday never even happened.

“Hey,” you say back.

In reality, he’s still the same Dean that you’ve been around for the past almost two months. The familiar comfort you feel around him is still there. However, you can’t help but look at him differently now in the aftermath of the almost-kiss. The attraction makes it hard to look him in the eye.

You settle into the passenger seat as he climbs into the driver’s side. “So... are you going to tell me where we’re going, or am I being kidnapped?”

Dean chuckles, a rich sound, as he pulls way from the kerb. “You’re being kidnapped, but only for like 15 minutes.”

The drive through the winding roads of the Briar U campus is filled with the easy, comfortable rhythm that you’ve developed over the last few weeks. But every time he checks his mirrors or shifts the gear stick close to where your knee is, the air feels suffocatingly tight.

True to his word, it only takes around 15 minutes to arrive at your destination. When he pulls into the campus ice rink parking lot, you blink in confusion. The building is quiet and there are no other cars around.

“Dean... what are we doing here?” You ask, turning in your seat.

“Skating.” He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I literally told you last week, I’ve never skated in my life.”

“I know,” he says easily, unbuckling his seatbelt before leaning over to unbuckle yours. “I remember everything you tell me.”

He pops the boot and then steps out of the car. When you’ve finished giving yourself a pep talk and push the passenger open, he’s already walking around to the passenger side. Hanging from his fingers are two pairs of skates; his own well-worn hockey ones and a pristine pair of white ice skates.

You stare down at them and then up at the hopeful look on his face. “You brought me skates?”

A faint blush of pink touches the tips of his ears, but he just offers you an unbothered shrug of his shoulders. “Literally right after you told me. I couldn’t let this injustice continue.”

He doesn’t wait for your response as he takes your hand and drags you inside. You’ve been in the arena countless times, but never when it’s been empty. You’re just now realising how big it is.

Dean guides you over to the team bench, sitting you down on it before dropping down onto one knee on the rubber matting directly in front of you. his hair falls over his face as he looks down, as he helps slide your feet into the skates.

When you finally wobble over to the rink, Dean steps onto the ice first. He holds his hands out his hands, and the moment you grab onto him, he wraps his fingers around yours and pulls you towards him. He makes it look so easy as he slowly skates backwards, pulling you along with him. Every shake of your leg makes you want to push him over.

He guides you slowly around the perimeter of the rink, his light eyes watching your concentrated face. One of your hands holds his while the other reaches out for the safety of the plexiglass barrier.

To be fair to him, he’s surprisingly a good teacher. He breaks down the basics for you, keeping his movements steady so you don’t panic. Bit by bit, he coaxes you away from the perimeter and into the centre. You even feel steadier on your feet earlier than you thought you would.

“Look at me, not your feet,” Dean commands softly, his hands tightening on yours as he pulls you closer to the middle.

“If I’m looking at you, how can I see where I’m going?” you whine, your ankles bucking under you.

“There’s nothing to bump into here,” Dean laughs.

“Not the point,” you grumble as your fingers claw tightly into the fabric of his jacket.

“Okay, you've got this,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement as he begins to gently pry your fingers off his jacket, peeling them away one by one.

“I do not got this! I swear to God, Dean, if you let me go–.”

He lets you go.

It’s only for a split second, a test to see how you’ll manage your balance, but you immediately panic. You let out a sharp gasp, your skates sliding outward as you stumble forward, crashing directly into his chest.

He catches you instantly, his arms wrapping around you as he laughs. Hard. His laughter basically echoing throughout the arena.

Eventually, you manage to skate around enough to go at it alone. Once he’s confident you won't fall, he lets you go and begins to skate circles around you. literal circles. He spins and draws patterns in the ice while you slowly trudge forward.

One minute he’s in front of you, and the next, he disappears from your line of sight. Before you can even turn your head to look for him, a heavy weight crashes into your back, and a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Fuck!” you yell, as you lose your balance. “Dean, whyyy.”

His grip around your waist is the only thing keeping you safely upright.

Dean laughs, his chin resting near your shoulder. In one quick move, he spins you around on the ice so you’re forced to face him. “Just seeing how much you’ve learnt.”

Facing him now, you see find the perfect opportunity to finish what he started last night. you look up at him as you hold the front of his jacket, your face ending up mere inches from his jaw.  

“Is this how you treat all your beginners?”

“You’re my first,” he says, his gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. “I take it you’re not going to leave a good review?”

You shake your head, “Zero stars.”

Dean doesn't laugh this time. He keeps hold of your waist, his fingers digging slightly into your coat.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you whisper. You recognise that look, it’s the same way he looked at you last night.  

“Like what?” he asks softly, his voice dropping an octave.

“You know like what, Dean.”

Dean sighs, “You’re not making this easy,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over the side of your hip.

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You are,” he says. “I'm trying to be respectful and you’re making that very difficult.”

And you really did appreciate how hard he had been trying. But that’s not what you wanted, or needed, not anymore.

You continue to look up at him for a minute before responding, trying to collect your thoughts. “And what if I don’t want you to be?”

You tilt your head up into him, finally taking control, giving him the green light. He doesn't say another word. He just leans down, tilting forward slightly to reach your height.

The kiss is slow at first, just a gentle brush of his lips against yours.

The first real touch of his lips feels like a reward for getting through everything that you had gone through over the past two months. The kiss is so soft, so deeply romantic that is sends electricity right down to your toes. Any remnants of your heartbreak are gone, you can’t even feel how cold the rink is now, you just feel him.

It takes on a minute of kissing for the hunger to take over. Dean lets out a low groan against your mouth, his hands sliding down to your hips, gripping you tightly to pull you flush against him. The kiss deepens, turning possessive and fierce, stealing the breath straight from your lungs. By the time he finally breaks away, his forehead flat against yours, you are both breathing heavily.

And, by the time you finally step off the ice, the sun is beginning its slow descent. The cold air inside the rink has left your skin tingling, but the fire inside your chest hasn't faded. Not even a little.

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Dean takes you to a diner for dinner. Sliding into the seat across from him, you realise how easy conversation with Dean actually is. You can ask him a million questions and he’ll ask you a million and one back, leaning over the table as if he’s genuinely interested in knowing all of you.

Every time your eyes meet over the laminated menus, you feel your cheeks heating up.

Every time he looks at you when you take a sip of your drink, you feel heat pooling between your legs.

And every time he flashes you that half-smile between bites, you feel yourself falling a little deeper into your attraction to him.

“Is this a date, by the way?” You ask suddenly. The words spill out before your brain can filter them, but you have been wondering all day.

“I would like it to be,” he says honestly. “But only if that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

It would be so much easier to be calm, cool, and collected in your response if he didn’t look as genuinely concerned about your answer as he does.

“It doesn’t,” you respond, a stupid grin on your face.

“Nice.”

And somehow, the second-half of the date feels even better than the first.  

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The drive back to your dorm is restless. You twitch in the passenger seat, shifting your weight in the seat. You know you’re going to ask him up, he probably knows you’re going to ask him up, but you haven’t done this in so long that you almost feel awkward about it.

You don’t even realise you’re back at your dorm until the sound of the engine suddenly cuts off. Neither of you moves to open the door. You’ve been wrapped up in his bubble for hours at this point, but the thought of leaving him, of stepping back into your quiet room alone like you did last night, makes your chest ache. You don't want to say goodbye; you want to ask him up.

You slide your hands into your jacket pockets, your fingers nervously fiddling with your keys.

“I’m not going to walk you up to your door tonight,” Dean says as he shifts in his seat, turning to look at you. “If I go up there right now, I’m going to beg you not to make me leave.”

What feels like literal butterflies’ swarms in your stomach, your pulse jumping in your throat. You turn to meet his gaze head-on.

“I want you to walk me to my door.”

He gets the hint. The understanding flashes across his face, his jaw tight as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

This time, when you reach your room, you don’t stop outside by the door. You unlock it, push it open, and step straight across the threshold. You kick off your shoes, letting them drop to the floor, and keep walking down without once turning around. You don't need to look. You know with certainty that he is following you in.

Behind you, you hear the sound of him following you in, kicking off his boots, and closing the door.

You walk right into your bedroom, the space suddenly feeling infinitely smaller. When you finally turn around, you find him standing just inside the bedroom doorway. He stays rooted to the spot.

You know he’s just being respectful, trying to give you space, trying to let you set the pace after everything you've been through.

But you’ve had enough of that.

You don’t want space, and you definitely don't want him to be a gentleman anymore. You move fast, closing the distance between two, reaching up, and pulling him down by the collar of his jacket.

It is a deeply needy kiss that steals the air right out of your lungs, your mouth immediately parting to let his tongue in. Despite the restraint he’d held onto for weeks snapping, Dean still takes his time with you.

His hands roam over slowly you until you’re completely bare and ready for him. His touches gentle as he shows you exactly how much you are desired. He takes care of you first, many times, before he moves to resolve his own throb.

The hours blur together in a haze of soft murmurs, worshiping touches, and a loud passion that burns bright.  

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AN: there's one chapter left that'll basically just be a lil epilogue.

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