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summary: Dean, your boyfriend is having a stressful week. filled with hockey, classes, assignments, all that. Deans always been good at instead of telling people how he feels, he lets it brew and bubble up and kill him slowly. until you came around, proving he doesn’t have to do that with you,

warnings: noneeee

“fuck!” Dean yelled before slamming his door. “Dean! im not fixing your fucking door again if you slam it too hard again!” Logan shouted from the kitchen. the boys lost their game, and Dean was already not having it. when they lose, Garrett has his Hannah “therapy”, Logan’s bummed but average, Tucker just works out, and Dean puts on his “fuck everyone and everything” mood.

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I walked up to the front door and dug in my pocket for the key to the hockey house. I creaked the door open and was greeted by Logan who was pacing in the kitchen. “hey Logan, you okay?” I asked smiling while kicking my shoes off next to the door. “yeah. everyone’s just a mess after a loss. Garrett’s at Hannah’s, Tucks at the gym, Dean wants to cave my face in- I just need a drink.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, in a scared ish way. I knew Dean wouldn’t do that. but, based on Logan’s wording, it sounds like he would. I stood there, slightly shocked, scratching my ankle with my socks, in grey sweat shorts and my briar 66 hoodie with Di Laurentis on the back. “it’s okay you guys got it next time.” I said, making my way up the stairs. “thanks y/n.” I nodded and looked at Dean’s door. I took a breath and knocked.

no response. classic Dean. “baby? im coming in.” I said from the other side. I fixed my messy bum and walked in. Dean sat at his desk with his head in his hands and he was tense and stiff. I stepped over to him, and rubbed his back. “it’s okay baby.” I whispered, gently running my nails against his back through his cotton t shirt. “what’s going on?” I asked. he didn’t look up or move. “Dean. talk to me. please.” I sat on the edge of his bed.

“im tired, y/n.” he muttered. I didn’t respond, waiting for him to finish. “im being pressured like fucking crazy, stupid assignments on top of assignments, fucking 2 hour lectures, im just- im tired.” he admitted. “i cant do this.” he added. “hey no, Dean. you can. and im here with you through all of it. come here.” I said. he finally came over to me, still not looking in my eyes. I held my arms out and he immediately climbed in them like he belonged there. “baby, im here for you. I’ll help you. dont be scared to ask me for help. I love you Dean. you know that.” I kissed his head and ran my nails through his scalp. “I love you.” he whispered against my chest.

“just take a breath, fall asleep, do what you gotta do. im here. don’t worry. its temporary.” I reassured him. he nodded and closed his eyes. I placed gentle kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and head as he fell asleep in my arms. I loved how he could do this and feel safe and understood. I was glad to be the person he’d tell and the one who’d stick by him through his toughest battles. even one too many college classes or a hockey game loss. I’d be there for him. through it all and back.

summary: when you have one too many drinks, you “develop” attachment issues when you’re away from Dean. thats only when you’re drunk though.

warnings: none

“right like i just wanna go up to Sean and say, “fuck you, I miss you and Im sorry.” Allie said shrugging. our girlfriends were laughing at what Allie was saying but my mind was stuck on what drink I’d get next and what nonsense Dean and I will do in bed. “Im gonna get a drink and find Dean.” I interrupted while disappearing into the crowd. Malone’s was packed tonight. the hockey season was at its peak by far, so everyone was showing up and celebrating. my head felt heavy and my legs were weak as I poured some bottle of whatever in my red cup that had stuck by me all night. I took a sip, nearly gagged, and kept sipping. I bumped into Logan’s shoulder. “hi Logannnnn” I cheered. “oh hey y/n what’s up?” he said, smiling. “where’s my Deanieeee??” I asked while running a hand through my curled blonde hair. I was wearing a black corset ish top with tiny spaghetti straps, and a short black leather skirt and black below knee high heel boots. Dean loved me in black and i clearly knew that. “he’s hanging out by the pool table.” Logan replied. I just smiled and walked away, quickly making my way to the pool table.

I spotted the hot, tall, blonde boy and a few other dudes. and other girls. there was one hanging around Dean. I rolled my eyes. I knew I looked hot tonight. so did Dean. and the other guys who tried hitting on me. I walked over to the area. “there’s your girl, Dean.” Beau said, after noticing how I looked at the girl who was basically hanging off him. “hi baby,” I threw my arms around him and he lifted me off my feet, resulting into me squealing and giggling. his tight squeeze and handsome scent reminded me of 2 other reasons I love him. he set me down. “hi, y/n. did you need something?” he wrapped his arms around my waist. “nope. I just missed you.” I mumbled in his ear. he smelt so good. “okay clinger.” he responded. I kissed his neck, breathing him in while he talked to his friends. he was standing there, smirking at the ground and biting his lip. I stumbled a little and he caught me. “y/n, how much did you drink babe?” he asked while pulling back a bit.

I didn’t wanna tell the truth because then I knew he wouldn’t fuck me if I was drunk and he wasn’t. “a lot.” I flat out said. not saying how much, just a lot. “we can still-” he cut me off “not a good idea. I don’t wanna take advantage of you.” he said, looking in my eyes. “no but I want to.” I replied. “I know you do.” he kissed my forehead. I leaned against his chest. I fully understood why he didn’t say yes, I just thought I wasn’t drunk enough but I definitely was. I pouted while he rubbed my back, falling back into his conversation with his boys. I sipped my drink and he took it from me.

“Dean!” I whined. “y/n. you’re drunk.” he stated. “I don’t care.” I fought back. “I can tell. you can fuss but you’re gonna blame me tomorrow when you have a migraine. I know you.” he said. the worst part was he was right.

a few minutes passed. I was tired and bored and uncomfortable. “can we go?” I yawned into Dean’s neck.

“you wanna go home, princess?”

I nodded. “okay, come with me.”

I followed Dean as he said his goodbyes to his friends and teammates. “bye guys. y/n sober up!” Garrett joked. Dean laughed. “no promises.” I poked Garrett’s chest. “come on, drunkie.” Dean dragged me. “don’t call me that,” I groaned. he playfully rolled his eyes and opened my car door. I sat in his car and leaned my head on the window. the car ride back to the hockey house was quiet and relaxing. the fresh air blew my hair and Deans big, comforting hand rested on my thigh.

when we got back, I slid my shoes off and ran up the stairs. Dean followed me and I collapsed on his bed. he stood in the door frame watching me. i stood up and took my shirt and skirt off and dug in Dean’s laundry bin, full of clothes that smelt like him. I pulled a blue hockey shirt over my head and fell back on the bed. now it was my turn to watch him. he slid his shirt over his head and threw it in a bin, and grabbed a clean pair of boxers. my mouth was literally watering as he pulled his pants and boxers down, revealing his long, soft cock. I bit my lip and smiled. he put the clean boxers on slipped in the bed next to me. we stared at each other for a good 5 seconds before he was on top of me, kissing me with his chain dangling in my face.

“fuck I love you.” he breathed, his hot breath against my body somehow sent me chills. “who wouldn’t?” I smiled cockily as he playfully pushed my head down. I cuddled up on his chest and kissed his neck. “goodnight Dean. I love you.” I whispered. “I love you too y/n. goodnight.” he responded.

summary: you attend a Maxwell-Di Laurentis birthday costume party, and throughout the night, you can't stop catching Dean Di Laurentis staring at you. every eye contact you guys make, is charged with tension, and he looks at you like you're the only thing on his mind. that’s because you are.

warnings: oral (m receiving), makeout!with tongue, teasing, pet names (baby), drinking, swearing,

let me know if i forgot any!

loud music, yelling, drinking, all the things that involve a pretty thrilling college party. a few days back, I was invited to a costume/birthday party. i was only going for Allie, who so desperately wanted to be our “dynamic duo” to be an angel, and a devil. “babe, I know you’re single. and ill be the angel if that means you get some male attention as the devil. I have Sean, so I don’t need to impress anyone else.” Allie stated as we looked online for our costumes. “I don’t know. I don’t really like anyone. but I’ll be it.” I responded shrugging. “y/n you literally drool over Di Laurentis.” she looked at me, looking crazy.

I really did like Dean. but I didn’t wanna do casual, and he wouldn’t be up for anything else, knowing him. I was also good friends with his friends and I didn’t want to mess stuff up. “im probably gonna walk in and some random girl will be shoving her tongue down his throat.” I added.

“then be her! it’s hot.”

I stared at Allie. but honestly, it wouldn’t seem so bad. if anything, fun. that’s if he’d even look at me.

party day came. Allie and I walked in the front door and oh boy was I regretting the fishnets, black knee high boots and the little red corset body suit. I felt hot as shit don’t get me wrong, and I definitely was. but the clothes were uncomfortable as a bitch. “wait where the fuck is Sean?” Allie whined while leaving me to go check. I laughed as she blew a kiss and signaled “stay there”. I was looking around when a pair of big, blue eyes landed on me. Di Laurentis was full on admiring me. my heart sank to my ass when he bit his lip while looking me up and down. I wiggled my finger through my blonde, long hair. he was feet away from me, staring. knowing I was looking right at him. I could see his imprint on his tracksuit, his gold chain, his pretty eyes, his silver eyes ring on his index finger. god was he gorgeous. I looked away from Dean when Allie came back holding Sean’s arm. “got him, let’s get drinks.” Allie complained. the drink stand was right where Dean was standing. I gasped to myself. Allie leaned over in my ear. “oh my god.” she squealed. I smiled it off and followed her and Sean. I wanted the drink that sat between Deans hips, but I grabbed a tequila bottle and poured it into a red cup. I felt a hand on my back just above my ass making me arch in the feeling. “mind passing that?” Deans tall figure stood over me while I was between and under him. his eyes going between me, my tits, and the bottle of tequila. he leaned down a bit to connect lips, but I backed up. not ready to let him think he’s in control if he wants something.

“all yours.” I replied while looking into his eyes. and walking away. the song in the distance being Toxic by Britney Spears made it 10x hotter.

I swallowed hard before walking away. “his eyes are burning lasers on you.” Hannah whispered. I smile even though my cheeks were hot and pink thinking about feeling his hand on my back. some girls were whispering, some had their jaws on the floor, and other were surprised I didn’t lean in and kiss him. I walked off like a badass while he stood there confused but smirking. I watched as girl started flooding in and talking to him. I rolled my eyes. he saw.

I was dancing with my friend Kendall. while Dean watched my every move. Hannah was somewhere probably fucking Garrett and Allie was dancing with Sean. “girl did you see how much he wanted that kiss? he wanted all up in your pants.” Kendall said while slowing down dancing, I did the same because the song was about over. “I wasn’t gonna make it easy like everyone else does. thats how they grow obsessed.” I replied. “you have a point. but, I think you should go dance or talk to him.” I turned around as she pointed at him. he was slowly making his way over. “get your man.” she whispered before slipping into the crowd.

I looked at him and put my hand on my hips and leaned. I mouthed, “come here”.

🎶 Im so into you, i can barely breathe.

the song was the cherry on top. he slid through some people and made his way to right in front of me. “anyone tell you it’s rude to stare?” I asked while he grabbed my hips. “hmm, even though you look too good to not?” he shot back. “you’ve got nerve.” I said. quiet enough for only him to hear. “I know babydoll.” he responded while his hands stooped lower, onto my ass.

🎶 so name a game to play, and ill roll the dice..

he pulled me closer to his chest while roaming his hands everywhere. I backed up, making him let go. I turned to start dancing but he couldn’t stop wanting to touch me. he took my hips in both his hands and pressed himself against me. I finally turned around and stayed there, waiting for him to break the space between us. Dean leant down, making sure I wasn’t gonna pull away or fool him again. his lips finally met mine and he melted into it. I put my hand on the back of his neck pulling him down a bit while I stood on my tip toes, even with heels. “I like you y/n. I’ve wanted this all night.” he whispered against my lips. “yeah?”

“fuck yeah.”

I chuckled before kissing him back. “wanna take this upstairs?” I asked while he started grabbing my boobs.

“you don’t have to ask me twice.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he made his way to the stairs. Dean’s hookup girl who’s got plenty of visits stood there watching us.

“what the fuck?”

Dean opened a door and peeked in. It was empty and quieter. he stepped in and locked the door behind us. he placed me on a dresser and kept kissing me. I went down on his neck, leaving little purple spots. “you marking me? princess?” he asked with a cocky tone. he was proud of it. I just hummed against him, not wanting to stop. he lifted me off the dresser and turned me around. “fuckkkk” he whined while staring at the strings on the back of my corset. I turned around. “let’s make this about you then.” I whispered. he knew what that meant. “as long as you come home with me and the guys.” he replied.

“deal. come here.” I started kissing his chest as it was peaking out of his suit. I slid the shoulders down and pulled it down to his waist, then to his shins. I tugged at his boxers while sticking my tongue in his mouth. he nodded and i immediately pulled them down. his hard cock was the size of my arm and it pulsed and throbbed when I got on my knees and traced my tits with the tip. I started licking and kissing the head. “stop teasing.” he growled. “so bossy. hmm?” I said while looking into his big blue eyes. I took more of him in my mouth and started bobbing my head and sucking. “y/n…-” he moaned while holding my hair up in a makeshift ponytail. he looked down at me. mouth fucking him with my pushed up tits looking amazing at his angle. I grabbed the flesh of the back of his thighs while digging my nails into his skin.

he ran a hand through his hair and his mouth fell open, letting out a loud moan while using my hair to bob my head up and down. “you’re so good. feels so good…” he whined. I hummed, vibrating on his dick in my mouth. “oh fuck. im gonna cum.” he moaned while catching his breath. “cum for me, Dean.” I said. with approval, warm ropes of cum shot into my mouth while he let out a series of curse words and my name. I stood back up and wiped my face with the back of my hand. “so good for me baby.” I whispered while fixing a blonde lock that covered his face. he smiled and kissed me one more passionate time before opening the door.

we went to his friends who looked at us suspiciously. “where were you guys?” Beau asked. looking at Dean’s messy hair. “your room.” Dean nonchalantly answered. “aw come on..” Beau whined. “I just wanted you let you guys know, y/n’s coming back to the house.” Dean said while wrapping his arm around my waist. I smiled and nodded. “good luck y/n.” Garrett said before stepping away.

summary: after a long day of studying, classes, and multiple coffee trips, you get to come home to the boy you love most, drunk and clingy.

warnings: none

t. g. i. fucking. f.

I sighed as I shut my computer. everything felt like it depended on me, standing on one leg. the library was dark, quiet, and creepily empty. it was just me, my books, and my long ass essay on “what are wild flowers”. I shoved my stuff in my pink shoulder bag and stood up, almost falling over.

once I stepped out, I felt the crisp, cold, autumn breeze. it felt like the first breath I took all day. I walked to my apartment alone, listening to my favorite playlist. it was full of songs that reminded me of Dean. my boyfriend who I love so much. I felt a little guilty because I haven’t been hanging out with him since I have plenty of piled assignments that keep being added. he’s fully understanding and being patient with me but I still feel like shit for not making time for him or my friends. its not that I don’t want to, I just think if I do I’ll completely lose focus on everything.

I stepped out of the elevator and dug in my pockets for my keys. my best friend Allie was playing music next door, and it would usually make me smile or feel a little more happy, I just don’t. I just can’t.

I stepped in my dark apartment, noticing the subtle light coming from my room. I set my bags down and took my coat and shoes off before I made my way towards it. I saw the light of a phone on my bed and flipped the light switch on.

there was my baby Dean. his eyes instantly shut by the shock of the light turning on. “you’re home.” he said, loud enough to be more than a sleepy whisper, but quiet enough to not be a talking voice. “hi baby. im home.” I walked towards the boy who was cuddled up in my pink floral sheets, with my $400 blanket. “hi Dean.” I laid down next to him and held him in my arms.

I kissed his cheek and sat up. “why are you here?” I asked while standing up and taking my shirt off. “Garrett and Hannah were bullying me.” he scoffed. I snickered. “what were they saying?”

“they were saying I drank too much and how im gonna be a beer belly.”

“Dean. how much did you have?” I slid my silk pink pjs on. “way too much.” he whined. he stuffed his head in my pillow and groaned. I was laughing at how dramatic he is. “it’s not funny.” he cried out. “you’re right, it’s not funny. that was mean of them, but next time, don’t drink so much.” I slipped back into bed, pulling him against my chest. he reached up for my lips, connecting mine with his. “I missed you.” he said, cuddling closer to me, “I missed you too, baby. get some sleep, I’ll take care of you in the morning.”