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when did you get hot? (part 3) finally got around to part 3 <333333 im so glad everyone liked this so much. btw I don't think this was clear in other parts but reader is premed and she works at both the lab with her professor and at a nursing home as a CNA. hope you enjoyyyy this series word count: 3.3k playlist: -- look at that woman by role model -- kitchen by sza -- sweet nothing by taylor swift

Garrett Graham prided himself on noticing things. After he’d noticed you and Dean sneaking out at the bar he paid extra attention to the two of you. After a week he thought it was a fluke, a one night stand of two dumbass drunks, written off like nothing. He never brought it up. He stopped analyzing everything the two of you did. 

Dean Di Laurentis should’ve known better. So should you, as his sister. But Dean had lived with Garrett long enough during his adult years to know just how insane he could act about his baby sister. 

Garrett came home early from practice, noticing you, Dean, Logan, and Tucker sat on the couch watching some stupid show you definitely forced them to put on. But what he noticed even before the tv show was the hoodie you currently had on. He knew that hoodie, besides the fact that it was Dean’s favorite hoodie, it was massive on you and it had Briar Hockey in big bold letters on the front, your brother knew you well enough to know you wouldn’t be caught dead wearing hockey merch. 

“Why are you wearing Dean’s hoodie?” Garrett spoke finally from behind the couch, causing the three of you to jump. Garrett didn’t miss the way you looked down at the hoodie like you hadn’t realized, almost like it was normal. 

“Oh.” You shrugged casually, turning back to the show. “I was cold. You guys keep this house at an insane fucking temperature.” 

Garrett turned to Dean next, almost like he was expecting him to have a different answer. “Yeah, I gave it to her, we were the only ones home.” 

Leave it to Dean to say stupid shit. You side eyed him from your place and made a note to yell at him for that comment later. Garrett hummed and headed upstairs to shower. The two of you looked way too relieved. 

“You guys are so fucked.” Tucker said from the other side of the couch. You both snapped your head to Tucker and Logan laughing next to you on the couch. 

“What are you talking about Tuck?” Dean said, playing dumb. 

“If Garrett hasn’t found out the two of you are dating by now and he finds out before you guys can tell him, he is going to kill you.” Logan said back as if it was common knowledge that the two of you are dating and then stood to head upstairs, still laughing. That’s how John Tucker became the first person to know. 

Garrett Graham knew Dean to be many many things. Annoying occasionally. Fun. A heavy drinker. A great hockey player. He had never once known Dean to be someone who studied, not unless he was on the verge of failing out of being able to play. 

That was why when he walked into the library to grab some books Hannah needed and saw Dean tucked away at a table in the corner of the library with you he almost checked to see if he was awake. From where he was it looked like you were studying. Or at least you were studying and Dean looked like he was pretending to listen. 

You sat huddled over your worksheet scribbling furious notes. You were surrounded by a color coded binder, your laptop open to some Harry Potter movie, one airpod in your ear and one in Dean’s, flashcards, and enough textbooks that it made Garrett’s eyes hurt just to look at them. Dean, meanwhile, was sitting there with a textbook open for a class he didn’t attend, quietly reading the page out loud. Oh. Reading the page to you, Garrett realized. 

“What the fuck am I looking at right now?” Garrett said above you two suddenly, causing you both to quickly scoot your chairs an inch away from each other, heads snapping up to look at him. 

“Oh! Hey Garrett!” You spoke quickly, voice uncharacteristically high. 

“Don’t hey Garrett me. What the fuck is this? Why’s Dean here?” Dean let out a high pitched hey, clearly offended by the tone of Garrett's voice. 

“You say that like I’m banned from the library.” 

“You practically are.” Garrett turned towards Dean, narrowing his eyes. “You have come in here maybe once in the whole four years I’ve known you.”

You pressed your lips together, holding back a laugh. Dean noticed and kicked your foot lightly under the table. Garrett’s eyes narrowed instantly. 

“Did you just kick her?”

“No?”

“You literally did.”

Dean ignored him, motioning to the spread out study supplies on the desk. “Your sister is tutoring me.”

Garrett blinked. “She is what?”

You sighed dramatically, leaning back in your chair. “Dee is failing anatomy.”

“I’m not failing, god, it was one test.”

“You got thirty eight!”

“You always bring that up, you are hateful.” Dean said, pointing at you and smiling dumbly. Not his usual flirty smile. Not his joking smile. A smile Garrett had never seen before. A lovesick smile. 

“You are tutoring Dean Di Laurentis.” Garrett looked between you, suspicion growing by the second. 

“Yes”

“Voluntarily?” 

You shrugged lazily. “He asked. We’re friends, s’not a big deal.” 

“See, she likes me.” Dean grinned. 

“I tolerate you.”

“Baby doll, you drew little stars on my notes.”

Your eyes widened, a mock gasp leaving your lips. “Don’t expose me like that! Traitor.”

“Baby doll?” Garrett said slowly. As if he hadn’t heard Dean correctly. Dean froze. You stuttered. A long silence passed between the three of you. 

“Another one of my favorite ways to piss your sister off!” Dean said finally with a rub of his neck. 

“He does love pissing me off.” 

“You’ve never called her that before.” “Yes I have!”

“No. You haven’t.”

Dean looked at you. “Help, yes I have.”

“I actually don’t know either of you, so leave me alone.” You rolled your eyes, trying to get Garrett to just get out. 

“Why don’t you just study with Logan? You guys are all in that class.” Your brother brought up, narrowing his eyes again. 

“Logan also got a shit grade on that test, Y/n got a 93.” Dean retorted quickly. 

You groaned immediately. “G, can you just go? Dean might not care about his grade but I need this time to study.”

“She has work later too, it’s not like she has time for my jokes and wonderful company all day.”

You snorted. Garrett’s eyes narrowed slightly more and you started to understand why it took him and Hannah so long to realize they liked each other for real. 

“Why do you know her schedule? And why are you laughing?” 

“He’s funny. Let me live.” You said with a blush that you hoped your brother didn’t catch.

Dean looked too pleased hearing that. Garrett looked ready to explode. Then his eyes dropped to the table, where your coffees sat. Coffees from your favorite place that was not close to the library. It was near your sorority house. 

“Did you bring him coffee?” Garrett looked at you crazily. 

“No. I bought her coffee, obviously.” Dean said before you could stop him. You kicked his foot under the table this time. “Ow, Jesus, baby doll–”

“Why are you kicking each other under the table?” Your brother was being insane. It was official. He would never leave and the three of you would be stuck to die in this library. But before you could answer a loud shush from the librarian finally shut your brother up. You waved him away and he finally, reluctantly, stormed out of the library without any books. 

You pinched Dean’s side. “You are an idiot.”

Dean just laughed earning more shushing from the librarian. 

The next people to find out about you and Dean were Allie and Hannah. You knew something was wrong before the game even started. During warm ups Dean had looked more pissed than usual. A guy had skated up to him and mouthed off, which was normal, but instead of Dean’s usual smirk and retort back he just put his helmet on. 

The game had started tense, and surprisingly Dean had made it until the last period before tipping over the edge. A guy, the same guy as earlier, leaned over to him, pointing up to the stands where you stood holding a Go Di Laurentis sign, and all the sudden he was laid out on the ice. Dean and him threw each other for a second, slipping around trying to make sure they were the one punching the other but Dean was bigger and stronger. It took 5 guys to pull him off. 

Now you were sitting on the kitchen counter, lecturing Dean while he stood in between your legs. Unlike most nights after a win the boys were not having a party. Instead everyone was at Malone’s. Or, they were supposed to be. 

“What the hell happened tonight, D?” You finally let out, leaning over to your first aid kit to get supplies out for his face. 

“Nothing, baby doll.” 

“Dean. You know I’m not a fan of violence.” 

“It looked worse than it was, I didn’t even break anything.” You knew the undertone there. He should’ve broken something. 

“Dean Di Laurentis.” You said sternly. He let out a hiss as you swiped an alcohol swab over the cut on his face. 

“He said something about you.” Dean sighed dramatically. “Couldn’t help it.”

Your stomach dropped. “Oh.”

“Called you a puck bunny, baby.” He mumbled, finally bringing his face back up after a minute. “I swear I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry”

“You got into a fight because some random ass called me a puck bunny?”

“He also implied a bunch of other stuff” Dean muttered darkly. 

“You fist fought someone, for me.” You sighed a little, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. 

“You know,” he said smugly, “This is kinda domestic.” You rolled your eyes and Dean placed his hands on your thighs while you put his cut back together with glue that you had stolen from your work at the nursing home. Your hand slipped a little when you felt him on your thigh. 

Dean winced. “Jesus Christ, woman.” 

Before you could tell him to stop being dramatic the front door opened loudly. Allie and Hannah walked straight into the kitchen and froze, looking between you two. Dean standing between your legs, hands on your thighs, you caressing his jaw. Nobody moved. 

Then Dean let out a short laugh, turning towards the girls. “Hey guys.”

“What,” Allie said slowly, “the fuck is this?”

“I’m patching his face up.” You said, voice squeaky from the embarrassment of being caught. 

“He’s holding your thighs!” Hannah said loudly. Dean looked down like he hadn’t noticed. Allie saw and started laughing so hard they had to grip the doorway. 

“Garrett is going to kill you.” Allie wheezed out after a few minutes. 

“You can’t tell him.” You finally spoke up. Hannah looked at you, the way your hands had only stopped twitching when Dean grabbed them, how comfortable the two of you were. 

“Are you,” Allie paused like she was finding her words, “like dating? Or?”

“Yes.” Dean grinned at your affirmation, turning towards you with the most amused look you had ever seen. 

“You are so dead when Garrett finds out.” Hannah said rubbing her face and pointing at Dean but he just sighed lazily and leaned back against your legs. 

The time that the two of you actually got caught was worse than you could’ve imagined. You had the worst day. You just wanted Dean. You wanted to curl up in his bed and make him watch Top Gun Maverick for the 50th time. So, when you walked into the house to see a booming party instead of the silence you needed you almost broke into tears.

You stormed through the house angrily in your lazy after work outfit, sweats, a tiny tank top, and slides, Dean’s hoodie lazily around your waist, and your bag too heavy for you to give a shit about the stares from the people around you. You finally made it to the kitchen where your friends were standing without your brother and without thinking crashed straight into Dean’s chest, his arms automatically wrapping around you like it was nothing. Footsteps and a cup dropping onto the floor from your side almost made your head lift up but instead you buried it further into Dean’s chest, finally letting the pent up tears from the day out.

“What the actual fuck is this?” You heard your brother’s angry voice. Nobody responded. 

Garrett grabbed at your shoulder, or attempted to, only to be stopped by Dean swatting his hand away. You hadn’t been texting him all day which he knew meant lab and work were too busy for even a five minute break, he knew how you got with days like these. Dean just knew you. You rubbed your face onto Dean’s shirt, reminding yourself to wash it later pushed off of him, turning towards your brother.

“I’ve had a long day, G.” You let out, voice cracking more than you would’ve liked. “Can you not be crazy right now?” 

Garrett shook his head in disbelief. “Can I not be fucking crazy? Are you serious? You just walked into my house and hugged my Dean!” 

“Your Dean?” You spoke slowly, turning to Dean behind you. 

“Garrett–”

“Don’t Garrett me. You are both traitors.” He pointed between you and Dean. His voice turned harsh. “How could you? That’s my sister! I told you, off limits. You never listen to me. You never keep it in your pants. How could you be so fucking stup–”

“Shut the fuck up.” You spoke suddenly. Everyone’s eyes snapping to you, not familiar with the rough tone. Only Garrett knew that tone. That tone was reserved for only a few occasions. Your father, that time when Garrett broke your kitchen aid, and guys that couldn’t take the hint. 

“You have slept with half of Briar U. Before Hannah I didn’t even think it was humanly possible for you to respect a girl for more than sex. I am an adult. I am not 14. I am not your fucking kid.” You paused, trying to let yourself  calm down before you said something too harsh. 

The kitchen was deathly quiet, the only sound in the background was the music and the talking in the other rooms. Even the people lingering around the part seemed to realize something was happening, suddenly avoiding the kitchen. Garrett looked stunned. Not because you yelled. You yelled at him a lot. That wasn’t new. It was the fact that behind your yelling there was no amusement. There was no sisterly love. There was hurt. 

“You don’t get to act like I betrayed you when the only reason I was hiding this was because I was scared of your reaction.” You let out a bitter laugh at that. “This exact reaction actually. This bullshit you used to do when I got boyfriends. And you know what? You don’t get to stand here and talk about Dean like he’s some random asshole trying to hook up with me.” 

Garrett scoffed, still not getting the hint that you were pissed. “He IS basically some random asshole trying to hook up with you.” 

You started at Garrett again before Dean’s hands wrapped around you, pulling you back. “Alright, man. She’s had a long day. That’s enough.”

“No, Dean. I’m not sure it is enough.” Garrett scoffed humourlessly. “You guys are sneaking around behind everyone’s backs.” 

Everyone went quiet. You had not in fact been sneaking around behind everyone’s backs. Just Garrett at this point. Beau was the first to know, you guys admitting it immediately. But everyone else couldn’t help how they knew, they just found out. Garrett looked around for someone, anyone to back him up but they all had found something else to do or something else to look at. 

“Holy shit.” Garrett let out finally. “Holy shit. You all knew.”

“Garrett, baby, please.” Hannah tried but Garrett put his hands up, face ridden with disbelief. 

Despite everything, how pissed you were at today and your brother's reaction, you laughed. Loud. Uncontrollable laugh. Your brother looked at you with an insane look in his eyes which made you laugh harder, completely doubled over, heaving for air. You stood back up and your laughter was replaced with heavy sobs. You knew if you opened your eyes your friends would be staring at you like you were crazy but the events of the day were too much for you to care about. 

Finally Dean stepped forward, placing a light hand on your back, guiding you towards him like it was natural. Like he had comforted you a million times. You leaned into him instinctively and he looked down at you. Actually, Garrett realized, his eyes had never left you. His eyes softened and Garrett had a sudden realization. 

“Oh.” Garrett said, his voice no longer filled with the panic or malice from before. “This is actually serious.” 

Neither of you answered fast enough, which was answer enough. Garrett looked physically ill. 

“G, come on.” You sighed, your voice softer than anyone had ever heard. “Don’t do this.”

“You’re my sister!”

“And he’s your best friend.”

“Exactly!”

You shook your head, rubbing your forehead lightly and stepping away from Dean, towards your brother. “I had a really fucking long day. I’ve worked almost 12 hours. I got yelled at by my professor, a grandma at the nursing home ran my feet over with her electric wheelchair, and then I walked here because I needed some comfort from my boyfriend and not you screaming at me in your stupid kitchen.”

Dean’s head snapped to you. You cursed yourself silently, you hadn’t meant to say it out loud either. Garrett’s eyes flashed with a new emotion you didn’t recognize. 

“Boyfriend…?” Garrett repeatedly faintly. Dean was grinning beside you, you didn’t need to look over to see it. You knew. You knew him. 

“Baby doll, you’ve never called me that before.” 

“Oh my god.” You groaned. “That is so not the point.”

Garrett was staring at Dean now. Not angry. Something else. Understanding, maybe. Something different. Like he was trying to figure out what kind of possession you had on Dean. Because Garrett knew Dean. He knew how careless he could be, how unserious he acted about girls, about relationships. But this Dean? This Dean was looking at you like you hung the moon, grinning at the thought of being your boyfriend instead of running like he’d usually do. Garrett let out a sigh and you both looked at him. 

“You really like her?” He asked finally, quieter this time. 

“Yeah.” Dean didn’t hesitate. “A lot.”

You blushed immediately, Garrett noticed and let out a fake gag. “Oh, that’s so gross.”

Your friends finally broke, letting out loud laughs. Hannah smacked Garrett’s arm from beside him. “Garrett.” 

“No. Hannah. This is awful for me.”

“You are so dramatic." 

“My best friend is dating my little sister!” Garrett finally laughed. “Now I know every time that I’ve caught them together being friends they actually weren’t. Oh. My. God. The other day. I caught them both at the house in the morning. I’m gonna be sick. Did you– Oh gross gross.You slept over.” 

“GARRETT.” You shouted, horrified while everyone continued laughing. Dean was wearing a familiar shit eating grin, not a care in the world on his face. 

Garrett pointed accusingly at Dean. “If you hurt her you are dead to me.” 

Pairing: Tyriq Withers x black!fem!reader Summary: You broke up with your ex because you and him were in a very toxic relationship. You ended up dating another man, he didn't like that. Note: girl this is inspired by @yonces3xual all her oneshots are so good 😩 and she's so sweet, check her out NOW. 😀Also, lowkey not proofread.

"Girl how you gon fuck him?"

"Mane, im insane with my yellow ding-a-ling"

"You sat on the couch in your living room, a show playing low in the background. But you weren't paying attention. You were scrolling through your phone as you waited for your boyfriend, Eric, to get home. Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door, and you knew it couldn't be your boyfriend because: 1. It didn't sound like his knock, and 2. He had a key.

You froze as you heard another knock at the door, this time louder. You sat there for a second, then it dawned on you. You remembered that knock...

It sounded like... your ex, Tyriq's knock.

You and him broke up because your relationship was really toxic. You guys always argued and fought. He would leave and come back most of the time smelling like cheap perfume. Then you guys would argue some more before he somehow ended up calming you down, which led to the makeup sex. But somehow, you guys were inseparable... until you finally had enough.

You got pulled out of your thoughts by yet another knock at the door. You slowly started moving toward it carefully, as if not to make any noise and alert him. You stopped in front of the door, slowly lifting your hand to press against it. You took a slow, deep breath before leaning forward to peek through the peephole.

And there he was. Tyriq Withers. The one person you didn't want to see... or so you told yourself.

As if sensing you, his head shot up, his eyes landing on the peephole. Your heart felt like it did a backflip as his eyes seemingly landed on yours. His eyes were low, red, and glossy, like he had been smoking or drinking all night. He had on a hoodie, the hood hanging low over his head. He stared at the peephole for a couple more seconds before speaking.

"I know you're in there, Y/N," he muttered loud enough for you to hear. Your breath hitched as you backed away slightly from the door. "Come on, let me in. It's cold as shit," he complained. You took a deep breath before reaching down and unlocking the door. After you opened it, Tyriq just stood there before speaking.

"So you got another nigga?" "Tyriq, don't start—" "Nah, you got another nigga just like that? So it's just fuck me?" he asked. "Tyriq, we're not together anymore—"

"I don't give a fuck!" he yelled before reaching his hand up to his face and rubbing his forehead, then letting out a sigh. "I don't give a fuck, Y/N. You mine, and you know that," he replied with a low growl as he dropped his hand from his forehead. "I'm yours? Nigga, I'm not a fucking toy." "You let him fuck you? You let him see you in that shit I bought you? Huh?" he questioned as he took a step forward. You took a deep breath.

"Why are you here, Tyriq?" you asked, placing your hand on your hip. "You really think I'ma let that nigga take what's mine?" he said, taking another step forward. He was close now.

Too close.

Your breath hitched as he stood there. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"You drunk," you muttered, taking a small step back. Tyriq let out a dry laugh, shaking his head slowly. "Nah, I’m hurt." "You need to leave." "Nah," he replied quickly. "You don’t get to do that." Your eyebrows furrowed. "Do what?"

"Act like everything we had was nothing." You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding. "Tyriq, we broke up for a reason." "And that lame ass nigga the reason?" he shot back. "This ain’t about Eric." "But you with him." His jaw tightened as he looked around your apartment. "You really lettin’ another nigga live the life I had?" You scoffed. "The life you had? Tyriq, you used to disappear for days." "And I always came back." "That’s not the point!" you snapped.

His eyes flicked past you, into your apartment, like he was searching for something. Like he had a right to. That’s when your voice cut sharper. “Eric’s here,” you said. "You're a bad liar, pretty girl" "Im not lying" You snapped "Yes you are" He whispered as he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. "You dont miss me?" "T-tyriq, stop" "Im not doing anything, Y/N"

You opened your mouth to say something back but you froze "You know i missed you baby" He said, his breath ghosting over your lips. He backed you up into the house, closing the door behind him..... And you let him.

Finally, he pressed his lips against yours in a deep long kiss. You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back. He lifted you up, you gasped into the kiss as you wrapped your legs around him. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at you "I knew you missed me too" "I-i didn't" You replied "Keep telling yourself that" He said as he lowered you onto the couch.

-

"Oh... f-fuck ty" You moaned as Tyriq pounded you from behind "This pussy still so fucking tight, Eric must not fuck you right" He groaned, gripping your waist with a tight grip. All you could do was moan as his dick slid in and out of your soaking cunt. "T-ty please, s-slow down" You whined, reaching your hand back. He grabbed your wrist, pinning your arm too your back "Dont fucking touch me, take this dick" He growled, his hips slamming against your ass with each heavy thrust. "Im gonna cum" You moaned out" "Cum on this dick" He groaned in your ear as he leaned over your back. Your hands gripped the couch pillow as your orgasm hit you hard, a loud moan ripping from your lips.

He quickly pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back. You gasped, and before you could even recover he thrusted back into you. "This my fuckin pussy" He growled as he gripped your thighs. "Oh.. mmm, ty" You moaned as you threw your head back. His hand gripped your thighs, holding your legs open. You whined, feeling every inch of his cock sliding against your walls, still sensitive from your recent orgasm.

"Imma make sure you know this pussy mine." He growled as he pounded into you harder. You moaned loudly as you reached up to grip his forearm, feeling yourself about to cum again.

He reached his right hand down, his thumb rubbing your clit. "Cum with me" He groaned in your ear as his thrusted became more sloppy. You moaned loudly, another orgasm ripping through you as Tyriq let out a low groan. His hands gripping your thighs tighter as he buried his cock inside of you, thick ropes of cum filling you.

He stayed buried inside of you for a moment, your body trembling under his as he slowly placed small kisses on your jaw. "This is my pussy and you know it" He growled.

-

You sat on the couch, staring blankly at the tv. All you felt was Tyriq's warm cum inside of you, when you heard the front door open. You looked back and saw Your boyfriend Eric walk in "Hey baby, you good? You look like you seen a ghost" He asked. You stared at him for a second before speaking.

"Yeah, im fine...."