You still couldn’t understand what had possessed you to agree to this in the first place, getting completely naked in a shared house and climbing into the bathtub with a guy you were barely starting to know, all because you were determined to stop being so uptight now that you were away from home. 

You also didn’t know when you’d started thinking out loud or why you’d picked this exact moment to bring it up in conversation anew.

"Explain it to me again," he murmured, flicking the vibrator to life, one he’d stolen from your dorm, making a point to drag the buzzing tip in a feather-light path along the sensitive skin of your neck, letting the vibrations sink in slowly to relax you and hopefully distract you.

A shiver raced down your spine even though the bathwater stayed hot, bubbles cresting just below your collarbones as you leaned back against the solid wall of his chest.

"What part? The ‘casual is all we’ll be’ speech or the part where I told you not to snoop in my drawers?" Your words came out clipped but your body betrayed you by melting further into him. 

He continued trailing the vibrator lower, now submerging it underwater and tracing lazy circles around each nipple, the low hum making the peaks tighten and ache. His mouth followed, pressing open kisses along your throat, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot just below your ear while one hand cupped the weight of your breast, squeezing the soft mound.

"Couldn't hear your rant about the drawer mid-sex," he whispered against your damp skin. "Your moans took over and I'm pretty sure you stopped speaking English at some point. So...the former." 

You let out a soft, humorless chuckle that dissolved into a moan when he focused the vibrator on one nipple, buzzing toy tormenting the peak with relentless and slow circles, while he pinched the other between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it with firm pressure and tugging just enough to draw a helpless gasp from your lips.

"I'm not sure what there's to explain," you managed, squirming as he guided the toy lower, skimming it over your stomach now. Bubbles hid everything below the surface, but you felt every inch of its progress. Your thighs parted on instinct when the vibrator finally reached between your legs but instead of pressing where you needed it most, he teased along the inner skin of your thighs, drawing slow lines that made your hips twitch.

"Humor me," he insisted, voice low and calm.

You looked to the water even though the bubbles didn’t allow any visibility and swallowed, trying to gather your thoughts. "Guys don't look at me in my country–"

"You should check the blindness statistics then," he cut in, a mix of seriousness and dry humor in his tone as his free hand moved to cup both breasts fully, squeezing with just enough force to make the flesh spill between his fingers. "I know you're not worried about it, but someone should be." 

The vibrator hovered near your pussy now, the steady vibrations a maddening promise just out of reach.

He’d decided so the moment he first saw you on campus, because the second you stepped into his line of sight, his eyes had locked onto you. He still couldn’t believe an entire country had somehow overlooked your beauty.

"Hilarious," you replied flatly, though your breath hitched hard as the toy brushed your outer lips. He circled without touching your clit, keeping the pressure light and teasing. "Uh...this is merely me learning how to be okay with being seen, touched…and... and–"

Your words fractured when the vibrator edged closer to your swollen bud. Dean's grip tightened on your breasts again, kneading slowly while he waited.

"Go on," he prompted.

"And getting to do what all of my friends got to do in high school," you finished, voice breathy. "This isn't a relationship…or fuck forbid, a situationship."

"Right," he agreed easily, no trace of resentment in his words. He lowered his hand to your stomach and pressed you back against him as he finally settled the vibrator's tip directly on your clit. The sudden focused buzz made you whimper and drop your head to his shoulder as water rippled around your spread thighs. "Because you're only here for a total of ten months," he continued, voice steady. "You wouldn't want to waste your time with me."

"Fuck...yes," you moaned, hips rolling instinctively toward the toy. "Yeah…yeah–that’s it." He pulled it away at once, tracing your pussy lips with maddening patience instead. "Please, Dean–"

"I'm trying to focus," he said, a grin audible in his voice. One hand shamelessly claimed your breast again, squeezing and lifting the weight while his thumb brushed the stiff nipple. "This is a serious conversation...can't have you moaning and ditching English altogether."

"The conversation's over. Get back to work," you demanded, though the words shook despite your best effort. “Isn’t this what you’re good for?”

“So bossy,” He chuckled behind you, the sound vibrating through his chest into your back as the vibrator hovered once more, circling just outside your clit without granting full contact. “I’m sure there’s more to this conversation, considering how eager you were to bring it up again.”

The warm water sloshed softly against the sides of the tub as Dean's fingers adjusted the vibrator once more, the low buzz sending ripples straight through your swollen folds. 

"Um…" You blinked hard, struggling to focus while the vibrations teased the edges of your puffy clit without granting any real relief. "Uh okay, yeah…the second I catch feelings I’m out. We’re done."

"Oh really?" His voice stayed calm, almost conversational but he pressed the buzzing head firmly against your clit this time. The sudden pressure made your hips jerk forward, a sharp moan tearing from your throat as you nodded against his shoulder. Your eyelids fluttered shut, lashes damp from the steam.

"I need to…learn how to be casual about things," you managed between shaky breaths. The denial from earlier still throbbed through you, leaving your body hypersensitive and desperate.

"This having an expiration date should already make it casual," he noted, thumb circling the stiff nipple in slow strokes that matched the vibrator's teasing pace. He obviously didn’t mention how often the thought of your eventual departure slipped into his mind or how frustrating it was that you refused to let yourself get used to his attention, too afraid of missing it once you left the country.

"'S not enough," you shivered, a whimper escaping as your thighs tensed around his wrist. Your pussy clenched around nothing, aching for more at the thought of what his dick could offer.

Dean clicked the vibrator up to the next speed. The stronger pulses dragged a broken mewl from you that went straight to his hardening cock pressed against your lower back. "Better?"

"Didn’t mean that, fuck…" Your voice cracked, hips rolling instinctively toward the toy as your hands gripped the edge of the tub for leverage.

"What did you mean then?" He pressed the question while dragging the vibrator in tight circles over your clit, never letting it settle long enough for you to build real momentum.

"I need to see other guys," you admitted, voice breathy and strained. “...and sleep with them casually.”

He immediately slowed the vibration back to the previous setting, the sudden drop in intensity making you whine in frustration. 

"But not on the hockey team."

You shook your head, fingers digging into his thigh. "Dean, we can talk about this later…just let me come."

He ignored the plea entirely, instead kneading your breast harder, pinching the nipple between his fingers until it ached. "Actually, it’s even better if he’s not a hockey player at all."

"Fuck…okay! Dean. Can you–" You tried to ask for steady pressure, anything to push you over but he kept the toy moving in lazy patterns across your clit and down your slick lips, denying you the focus you craved.

He shook his head. "I can’t know who he is. I can’t vouch for what I’ll do if I see you with some–"

"Nobody knows about me and you. I can keep a fucking secret," you gasped between moans, grinding your hips upward in a futile attempt to chase more friction. Water splashed over the edge as your movements grew frantic. “Dean, come on.”

You felt his gaze burning into you as he pulled the vibrator away again and a needy whine slipped out of you. "No dates."

"Why would I–?I don’t even have dates with you." you replied flatly, arching your back away from his chest in protest. The moment you did, he brought the toy right back to your clit with perfect pressure and your body melted instantly with a shuddering sigh, thighs spreading wider under the water.

"No talking about them either when we’re together."

You moaned louder, head tipping back as your body began tensing, preparing for its release. "I won’t moan their names during sex, don’t worry."

"I’m serious. Not even as a joke…you can badmouth them, sure." He felt you nod but from the way you bit down on your lip to hold in the sounds, he knew he had room for one more demand. His hand left your breast only to return with a firmer grip, lifting and massaging the weight while the vibrator circled your swollen bud. "But I do wanna know about the sex."

"Why?" The word came out as a drawn-out moan, your pussy fluttering with every denied pulse.

"I wanna know how I can make it better for you."

"That won’t keep me from looking elsewhere." Your eyes snapped open as he removed the vibrator completely. Your hand shot out to catch his wrist, desperation clear in your grip. "Okay okay!…you arrogant prick."

Your breath hitched sharply as he pressed the vibrator back on your clit again, harder this time. 

"Did I make myself clear?" He watched your chest heave, lips parted and glistening, your hand tightening on his wrist as he ramped up the speed once, then twice. Your breath hitched sharply with each increase, body trembling on the edge.

"Crystal," you breathed, voice breaking. Your body tensed hard, back arching as the orgasm finally crashed through you. A raw cry escaped your lips while your pussy clenched and pulsed rhythmically against the buzzing toy. Dean kept it pressed firmly against your clit through every wave, drawing out every last shudder until you finally sagged boneless against his chest, your grip on his wrist going slack.

"That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?" he grinned, switching the toy off at last.

“No, but I’m sure you are...” You breathed heavily, chest rising and falling, body still trembling from the intense orgasm. "Asshole," you panted, sliding down and fully submerging yourself beneath the bubbles.

He let out a slow breath, trying to push down the frustration tightening in his chest because…he was good at casual. 

He only did casual, so why the hell was this getting under his skin so easily?

Dean kept one arm draped over the edge of the bathtub, gripping the vibrator tightly in his fist as if it could anchor him. His other arm rested along the opposite rim, fingers clenched white-knuckled against the porcelain. He was trying, really fucking trying, not to reach for you, not to pull you up and bury himself inside you.

Still, restraint be damned. His free hand slipped beneath the water, fingers slowly gliding over your submerged shoulder and along your collarbone, savoring the warm, slippery skin. 

Just as he forced himself to pull back, your fingers wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock forcing a low, involuntary groan to tear from deep in his chest.

His head dropped back, eyes squeezing shut in anticipatory pleasure.

Oh, he was so fucked.

As for Dean, you knew he and Beau practically lived in the school gym. And it showed. Every flex of his arms beneath his grey training shirt looked unfairly good, sweat glistening over muscles you knew very well by now. That body was a work of art. 

To Tucker’s right, Logan wasn’t doing much better. His arms trembled violently every time he pushed himself off the grass, face tight with effort like pure stubbornness was the only thing keeping him going.

‘’Not you too, Logan?” you called. ‘’Now is not the time to give up. Think about the Cup!”

He lifted his head from the grass long enough to glare at you. ‘’The cup can kiss my ass.’’

You gasped dramatically. ‘’That’s not championship mentality.’’ 

‘’Championship mentality left thirty push-ups ago,’’ Logan groaned before lowering himself again with shaky arms. ‘’I can’t feel my arms.’’ 

Beside him, Dean smirked without missing a beat. ‘’You know, hearing you yell motivational speeches is weirdly attractive.’’ 

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. 

‘’Everything’s attractive to you,’’ Tucker muttered. ‘’She sounds like a military drill sergeant.’’

Garrett laughed, shaking his head. ‘’Stop flirting and focus on your reps, boys.’’

‘’Oh, I am, G,’’ Dean said easily, lowering himself again. ‘’I’m focussed on the reward blowjob I’ll get after I—’’ 

Tucker made a gagging noise into the grass. ‘’Jesus Christ.’’

 “Be nice to my girl.” Dean shot back immediately, finally lifting his head to look at him.

He nudged Tucker with his foot hard enough to throw him off balance, sending him collapsing flat onto the lawn with a groan.

‘’Ow! Fucking cheater!’’

Dean laughed, reaching seventy without even sounding winded. “Should’ve kept your mouth shut.”

Logan followed Tucker not long after, collapsing dramatically onto his back. Seventy-three wasn’t bad, you told him as you handed him a water bottle. He took it with an exhausted but grateful smile and downed half of it immediately.

‘’Seventy-eight! Seventy-nine!’’ you counted aloud. 

‘’This looks too easy for them,’’ Logan said, watching the last two standing. 

‘’Agree,’’ Tuck chimed in. ‘’I think we need to raise the bar for some real competition.’’

A slow smirk spread across his face as he looked at the other John, who mirrored it instantly before both of them turned toward you.

Dean’s eyes widened. “Absolutely not.”

Too late.

‘’That’s cheating!’’ He barked out a laugh as you sat your full weight right on his back, adding weight to lift. 

You’ve done this a couple of times while you were training in the gym together, but it never stopped doing something to you. There was something unfairly attractive about the way Dean handled your weight like it was nothing.

‘’You can handle it. You lift more than that,’’ you teased, believing in him. ‘’Show off.’’

That crooked grin appeared instantly. ‘’Careful. You know praise turn me on.’’

You could feel every muscle in his shoulders, arms, and back flex beneath you as he kept going, body tightening with every controlled push upward. Sweat dampened the back of his shirt, heat radiating off him while he powered through rep after rep like he genuinely wanted to impress you.

A low grunt slipped from his throat as he pushed into another one,  sweat-damp hair falling into his eyes and head dipping briefly before he looked back at you over his shoulder. ‘’You comfortable up there, babydoll?’’ 

You hummed, squeezing his shoulders lightly. He’s got this. 

Logan crossed his arms, watching with amusement. ‘’This is foul play.’’

Tucker nodded solemnly. ‘’Absolutely dirty.’’

Dean smirked through another rep. ‘’Why doesn’t Garrett get someone too? This is favoritism.’’

You glanced toward the captain. ‘’Dean’s right. Get some weight on him too.’’

‘’I’ll go,’’ Tucker volunteered, still sweaty and breathless from his earlier push-ups, but clearly not done being annoying.

‘’Wait—what?! No!’’ Garrett protested, grunting as Tucker dropped onto his back with all the grace of a collapsing building, grinning as Garrett nearly face-planted into the grass. ‘’Ugh, fuck.’’ He groaned dramatically under 190 pounds of goalie muscles. ‘’I hate all of you.’’

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3) use of (Y/N), (F/C), or (H/C).

i saw this a lot in my middle school wattpad days, 2013 is calling and wants your formatting back. just say "this dress is in your favorite color," instead of having me play madlibs!

4) assigning the reader's appearance.

no, i did not put my long blonde hair into a messy bun before jumping into my size medium sweatpants. i have a butchered mullet and i am fat as fuck.

5) disguising your oc x canon as an x reader.

im sure your oc is lovely, but i didnt make an entire character to insert into this media just to read about yours.

6) MISCHARACTERIZATION.

he would not fucking say that 😭 girl i'm bored, let's study the source material!

7) "listen to this song while you read."

i'm guilty of using songs and lyrics as inspiration, but i don't want to give you the aux while i'm trying to read,,, i don't need a soundtrack, but thank you.

8) emoji use & author interjections

i don't need sparkles around something ✨ for comedic effect ✨.... also, author's notes exist for a reason lol

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