“ i’ll keep you my dirty little secret ! ” (⸝⸝> ᴗ •⸝⸝)
assorted pair ⋮ ⌗ ‧₊˚ ┊dean di laurentis x fem!reader
preview ⋮ ⌗ ┆you prided yourself on never getting caught up with a guy from a frat or a sports team at briar . but that changed when you encountered dean di laurentis at a party where you hooked up in the bathroom, now you’re having casual hookups but maybe you both want more .
warnings ⋮ ⌗ ┆smut, fwb, secret hookups, tucker mention. first time writing doggy style . . don’t crucify me pls . kinda poorly written flirting from MY opinion , i always think my own writings dog water so don’t mind me tm, dean calls reader baby.
kash’s note ⋮ ⌗ ┆quick blurb bc im avoiding that special like da plague lwk .. IM WORKING ON IT I SWEAR .. i’ve been OBSESSED with off campus since it came out 🤗 also, i may make a prequel to this abt the party . . MAYBE .
enjoy lovelies , happy reading ! ⋆˙⟡ ㅤ♡ྀི
“im here.”
deans phone lit up with your message.
“hurry up. im freezing.”
his eyes rolled at the message. you could be so dramatic sometimes, and that’s one of the many things he enjoys about you. “why are frats so far away from campus?!” you whisper shout at him as he snuck you through the back door. “shh.”
“sorry.” you threw your hands up unapologetically. you had on his hoodie, a pair of sleep shorts, a white tank and some crocs.
“these stairs are too creaky at night. c’mere.” he took your hand, making you follow behind him. before stepping onto the first step he held out his hands. “what are you doing di laruentis?” you asked teasingly. “get on my back.”
you giggled at his request, “you’re so hysterical sometimes.” you roll your eyes at him, knowing theirs a smile on his face. once you were on his back you got comfortable and put your head into his shoulder. every step dean took a creak followed under his weight on the step.
you perked your head up after the fifth time. “thought you wanted to be quiet?” you whispered in his ear. “shut up.” you grinned.
once he made it all the way up the stairs he made a hushed motion to his lips. he took your hand again, then tucker opened his room door. dean pushed you inside of his.
“dean, man why are being so loud. go to bed, you know i have to be up early.” he said groggily. “sorry tuck, i was thirsty.”
tucker shut the door in his face.
dean snuck back into his own room. “sorry for pushing you..” he scratched the back of his head. “i’d never play hockey again if i was on ice with you.”
he smiled widely at your remark, “thank you!”
“you’re such an arrogant asshole sometimes, i don’t even know why—” you complaints were immediately shut down by dean putting his lips on top of yours.
he pulled away, cocky smirk displaying all over his face. “why you what now?” you wiped your lips. “was i saying something?” you asked with faux confusion.
a soft chuckle left dean. “yeah, somethin’ like that.” you smiled at each other for a second, the atmosphere grew silently comfortable. you both looked deeply into each others eyes letting the moment feel real, even for just a second.
the two of you looked at each other with hearts dancing around your pupils. you took unziped the sweater, then your top and he followed suit. “you like following my lead. don’t you deano?”
“what’d i tell you about calling me that stupid name?” he said in a hushed tone. you tilted your head to the side. “i don’t remember.. maybe you’ll need to remind me?”
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your whimpers and moans we’re softened by the pillow your face undeniably being shoved into. deans hips pistoned into you at a bizarre pace, hitting exactly where you needed him to.
“baby, you gotta be quiter if you don’t want ‘em to hear you.” a sob ripped from you as deans pace was getting relentlessly faster and sloppy. “understand why i don’t want you calling me deano, yet?”
you shook your head in a ‘yes’ motion. “words.” he gripped your hair forcefully, lifting you up from the pillow. he loved seeing you like this, unable to form a cohesive thought, no attitude, just feeling everything at once. “y-yes. i understand.”
“anytime you even think of calling me that dumbass nickname, you remember how i’m fucking you dumb right now.”
you shook your head yes again. he felt merciful, and didn’t force you to speak up again. he loosened his grip on you,but only by a little.
his stamina was unmatched, pumping in and out of you like your lives depended on it, his hand lowered to cunt pinching down on it and his dick hitting that spot that’s been needing his attention for weeks now.
“oh! ohhhmygod! right there dean!” he covered your mouth with his hand to soften your voice.
overstimulation started to come over you, you couldn’t even tell how many times you came prior to this. you tried reaching for his headboard, looking up through your teary eyes, clawing at it.
“nope, nuh uh, no running. you’re taking it whether you want it or to or not. and you better hold it.” you felt his chest pressed against your back, his voice hot right up against your ear.
you could barely reply with actual words, a string of moans and broken mumbles left your mouth.
“what was that baby? couldn’t hear ya?” he said teasingly.
“dean. can’t hold it.” you said through broken whimpers and tears.
“you will, be a good girl and take it. i can tell your close baby, so am i. just hold out for a bit more, i know you can do it.” your grip on his sheets tightened into a fistful.
“so close baby, just a bit more.” he groaned. “im so close.” he repeated more to himself like a prayer. his room filled with his bed creaking, your moans and his groans. “let go baby, finish for me.”
