synopsis: your boyfriend has a problem. he cant stop clinging to you, finding every excuse to cuddle right up next to you, sometimes even on you. but you want to show him you love him too, so you do what you do best.
word count: 836
“draco. youre acting like an actual pest—,” you say, trying to push his head away from where it rests on your chest. he resists, burying his face further into your pyjamas.
“draco.”
“yes, love?” he says, muffled through your clothes. he shifts, peering up at you with those mist-covered grey eyes you can never seem to resist.
“nothing.” you huff, threading your fingers through his hair, shifting his head back again so his face is pressed against your front.
“i can feel your stupid smirk.”
he laughs, palms cool by your waist, riding your shirt up a bit, making you gasp. “youre like a corpse. pale as one too,” you huff, bending your head down to kiss his hair.
he chuckles again, squeezing your waist. “yeah?”
you hum, slightly drifting off to sleep in your now basically shared bed in the single-bed dorm room you requested. “this defeats the purpose of having a single-person bedroom.” you say through a yawn.
“we know damn well you want me to be here.” he says with a half-smug smile. he shifts, starting to lightly kiss your neck, feeling your breathing grow more relaxed.
“good night, draco.”
“night,” he mumbles against your jaw.
“love.” you stir, draco’s gruff morning voice waking you up. “hm? i was asleep,” you mumble, rubbing your eyes once you noticed he wasn’t laying on you anymore.
“i saw that.” he chuckled, pushing your hair out of your face. “i love you,” he says. you blink.
“well? something to say to me after that?”
“huh? oh. i love you, too.” draco rolls his eyes,
“yet you needed to be reminded to say it back?”
you knew he was just joking, but your stomach made that weird feeling—the bad, guilty kind. “just woke up, baby. sorry,” you mumble, squeezing his wrist.
he grins, “i know. im kidding,” he stands up, “gonna shower. in my own bathroom, ive pestered you enough.” he chuckles at his own joke, unlocking and locking the door behind him.
you lean back, mind rushing. what could you do to make it up to him? these past couple of days, he’s been remarkably sweet and clingy with you, both emotionally and especially physically.
you sighed, reaching for your wand on your bedside drawer, blinking when you grasp your quill instead. you blink again, a slow realization coming in.
a couple hours and lessons later, around nine pm, you hear three familiar knocks on your bedroom door. you smile, getting the long, folded piece of parchment from your bedside table drawer and putting it inside your robes’ pocket before opening the door.
“you havent changed yet?” draco frowns. “mm, just put my robes back on. was cold,” he raises a brow, taking the robe off of your shoulders, actions smooth.
the letter falls to the ground, he picks it up. “a love letter, hm?” he fails to bite back a smile as you hang your robes, revealing your short pyjama shorts and his shirt underneath.
“read it, come on.”
he does, opening the parchment, guiding you onto his lap once he sits down on the edge of your bed, eyes traveling and stopping on the page.
dear draco,
i love you, you know that, right? in case you don’t, i’m writing this letter to remind you. i love it when you smirk after making me flustered. i love it when you bite your lip whilst concentrating in potions. i love it when your chuckle turns raspy for no reason.
i love it when you’re tired sometimes, not because i like seeing you suffer but because of the way your breath feels on my skin, like im all you need to feel better. i love it when you whisper praises in my ear at night, i love it when you kiss the one part of my neck that makes me squirm.
i love it when you pretend you can’t find something just so you can ask me for help, and shrug when i complain once finding it in plain sight. i love it when your eyes look like they physically soften when you’re around me or looking at me.
i love it when your hair turns fluffy and soft after a good quiddditch practice. i love it when you enthusiastically talk about quidditch with me, even if i don’t understand half the terms you’re using. i love it when you explain things to me for the umpteenth time and never get bored or annoyed with it.
i love it when you can practically sense when somethings wrong, even if I dont say it outright or even show it. i love it when you sigh while im playing and fidgeting around with your hair. i love it when you say you love me out loud. i love it when you listen to my talks about utter nonsense.
i love it. i love you; always, in all ways.
he finally looks at you, folding the paper with care. he kisses you fervently, pulling away only when your eyes start to flutter.
you catch your breath, arms wrapping around his neck as he kisses you all over.
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Going wedding dress shopping with Itoshi Rin is awful // fluff
(Sae x f!reader)
“How do you like this one?”
Rin shrugs, “It’s lukewarm.”
“You said that about the last three as well!”
“Because it’s true.”
You roll your eyes and look at yourself in the huge mirror.
You’re wearing a big, beautiful dress with lots of ruffles which is tight around the waist paired with opera gloves.
“I like it. What do you think Sae will think?”
“Isn’t his opinion meaningless? It’s your wedding dress and your wedding.”
You pout, “Rinnie, you’re just the sweetest person on earth.”
Rin grunts. “Doesn’t mean I like that one.”
With a big sigh, you turn around and walk to the changing room with the help of the sales lady.
The next dress you’re trying on, is a tight, beautiful satin dress. It’s more simple than the ones you’ve tried before, but just as gorgeous.
A big smile widens across your face as you look at yourself in the mirror, “This one’s beautiful.”
“It’s awful.”
You gasp, “Rin! I find it very pretty.”
“You have bad taste then. Proven by your choice of man.”
That makes you roll your eyes.
“I picked one last one, Rinnie. If that’s not good, we’ll have to go to another store.”
He nods and exhales loudly. You know exactly that he just acts like he doesn’t want this. Sae told you how much Rin adores you.
The last dress is by far the most expensive.
It’s made out of beautiful white satin with small details and the material is bound around your torso tightly.
The rest of the dress falls straight to your ankles, small gemstones and flower embroidery continue on the way down. A bunch of satin slings around your waist, in a slightly different material, held together by a gorgeous clip, making the dress look like one of a princess.
“Wow…” you turn around to look at yourself from every angle. “Rinnie, I love this one.”
After a moment of silence, Rin nods. “It’s the best one yet.”
You gasp again, this time out of excitement. “You like it?? That’s amazing, Rin! We’ll take it!”
And that’s how Sae ended up paying a million $ for your Dress.
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
mil talks ૮ • ﻌ - ა. Idk how people write long fics😭😭… like mama is struggling over here help! but this was very cute to make icl 😛 i’ll be trying to make longer fics thanks for the love and support. kisses <3
݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆off the wall!michael teaching his shy best friend (you) how to kiss and immediately realizing you have no idea what you’re doing with him 😵💫 <3
like the second he leans closer, you get all nervous. avoiding eye contact, laughing quietly out of embarrassment, fingers twisting in your sleeves while michael watches you sooo carefully. and instead of backing off like he probably should, he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever
“why you so shy all of a sudden?” He giggles. “because this is weird!”
“ain’t weird to me.” OF COURSE IT ISN’T SWEETIE 😭 he’s sitting way too close on the couch, one arm stretched behind you while he smiles all soft and amused watching you completely fall apart over one kiss.
and michael would looove teasing you about how flustered you get. not in a mean way—just enough to make you hide your face in your hands while he laughs. “you blush too much, y’know.”
“stop looking at me then!”
“can’t.” 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 then when he finally kisses you for real, you’re so nervous… like you barely kiss him back at first because your brain completely short circuits the second his hand touches your cheek.
and michael notices EVERYTHING.
the way your breathing changes. the way your hands twitch because you don’t know where to put them. the way you melt a little when he kisses you slower. “See what i did there?” he’d whisper against your lips all sweet and encouraging (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) “Mmhh- tha’s it.” which somehow makes you MORE embarrassed because why is he talking to you like that???
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and when you pull away hiding your face instantly, michael would just grin, completely obsessed with how shy you are. gently pulling your hands down so he can see you again. “No no no.. Don’t hide on me now.” He says that softly while searching for your hands.
“M-michael.. we are never doing that again.” 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯
“Yes we are.” kisses you again and after that he gets soooo cocky about it too because now he knows exactly what affects you.
leaning close just to watch you get nervous. brushing his thumb over your lip during conversations. whispering “you want another lesson?” when nobody’s around……
meanwhile you can barely look him in the eyes anymore without thinking about that stupid kiss.
yeah…that’s off the wall manipulatie michael btw??
pro hero!katsuki and his wife on vogue beauty secrets
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the camera in the expensive hotel bathroom was mounted on the counter in front of you, while you explained your skincare and makeup routine, occasionally throwing in stories about your husband, who was still snoring away in the bedroom, while you got ready. that’s what you assumed he was doing anyway.
“i don’t usually wear eyeliner because it takes a ridiculous amount of time, but we’re going to try anyway and if i screw up, at least it’ll be free entertainment for everyone watching, and for my husband if he wakes up which probably won’t be until later.”
spoke to soon.
not even a minute later, the bathroom door that was once closed behind you is pushed open and there stands katsuki, who clearly woke up a minute ago considering his hair is a mess and his eyes aren’t fully open. he scratches at his stomach while the staff behind the camera cheer at this sudden appearance.
you being yourself, also snort at his less than put together appearance and he grinned at the sound.
“am i supposed piss on camera?”
“don’t say that!”
“what? everyone does it. even you.”
“tsuki!”
collective laughter from behind the camera. you laugh too despite your earlier scold, and he doesn’t waste a second wrapping you up in his tight death grip and lifting you off the ground in a spin while you yelped, and the initial laughter from the staff now turned into “awww!”
“i’m trying to do makeup and you’re ruining the video!”
trying to keep the ‘annoyed’ demeanour, you gave him a light smack on the arm as he set you back down. that only made him grin wider, and his dimple appeared on his right cheek. you would call him cute if he wasn’t interrupting.
“pretend i’m not even here.”
except he was here, and it didn’t look like he was planning to let go of you given his grip hadn’t faltered once. katsuki reminded you of meena the elephant from sing sometimes, the way he took up space without even trying, and how we inserted himself in situations that didn’t require his presence. to add to the irony, he stamped a kiss that lasted longer than necessary on your cheek, and when he pulled back there was a small wet patch on your face that earned him a less than amused look from you.
“it hasn’t even been 2 minutes and you’re already ruining my work.” you sighed, reaching for your makeup brush again and dusted over his gross wet patch.
“don’t be so grumpy i’m just showing you how much i love you.”
wow. he was really playing it up today, and you knew it was all with the sole intention of embarrassing you in front of the camera. he was successful so far. your grumbling was cut off as he suddenly swiped the brush in your hand.
“let me help you with this.”
“tsuki!”
your protest fell on deaf ears once again. katsuki didn’t relent but instead, began applying your makeup on for you. on your cheeks and nose and tickling the brush underneath your chin, just to get a reaction out of you.
you would be lying if you said he was messing it up because surprisingly he wasn’t. usually, he was on cleaning duty when you couldn’t find it in you to do it yourself. he would wipe your face with makeup remover while you slept like the dead. but given this new predicament, you might just exploit him into doing your entire routine for you. he interrupted after all. not like you were holding him against his will. he chose this.
“you’re actually really good at this..”
“i’ve been watching you do your makeup for the past 5 years. i have it all memorised.”
that part was true. he had been watching you do your makeup since you started dating. he proposed after only 2 years which yes, was definitely too early, but katsuki wasn’t the type to wait around when he wanted something.
“well since you’re here, do my eyeliner too.”
katsuki bent on his knees to get eye level, and just like a professional makeup artist, he glided the eyeliner pen over both your eyes with his other hand. carefully, drawing the wing slowly, as if he was handling a priceless art piece. to him, you were a priceless art peice. he finished cleaning up any mistakes, and kissed the tip of your nose as a signal to open your eyes.
“how does that look?”
looking at yourself in the mirror, you checked for anything that might need to be fixed. nothing. he did a far better job than you, and under a minute. he wasn’t new to this he was true to this.
“how did you do it so perfect? i’ve been practicing since the age of 12 and you get it right after a few months.”
“prayer and a steady hand.”
“prayer?”
“you would beat my ass if i messed up.”
“no i wou- yeah i would.”
another round of laughter rang through the bathroom, and echoed off the walls except this time, it was louder and clearer. katsuki was much taller and bigger than you. he was also notorious for his temper, so the mental image of you, who was the complete opposite of katsuki, beating him seemed absurd. it wasn’t impossible however, because you’ve demonstrated before in the past that you’re more than capable of beating him into submission.
since marrying you, katsuki had become another version of his dad. walking on eggshells around his wife. the cherry on top being, the fact he was exactly where he wanted to be. he loved that you could become violent in a matter of seconds. just like his mom did when when katsuki was younger. his very own tung tung tung sahur was the woman he loved most.
to wrap up the video, he applied your lip gloss on you which he also tried to kiss off you and pouted when you shoved his head aside.
“thank you for watc-“
“next video is gonna be my makeup routine, right?”
he didn’t wait for an answer. katsuki lifted you over his shoulder out the bathroom, while the camera crew lost it all over again and clapped, as if it was a performance, rather than a makeup tutorial. you made a mental note to have him do your makeup from now on, and to also lock the door next time. or not.
a/n: definitely ooc and bootycheeks but i like to headcanon that katsuki isn’t afraid of a tiny bit pda with his wife and uses it to tease her. ignore the fact idk how to use commas…requests open
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tags/cw: fluff!! suggestive content, love biting, drabble
an: this is my first fluff and I love it. My adorable wolf hubby ❤️
wc: 345~
At first, you aren't sure why. Valko would never bite hard enough to break your skin. In fact, he couldn't bear the thought of seeing you bleed. When you first moved in together, you thought Valko only liked to bite you in bed, especially when you'd feel his fangs sink into your shoulder while he was taking you from behind. Or when he nipped at your thighs every time his face was buried between them.
But over time, you became increasingly aware that it was more of a habit for him than a preference. Of course, to Valko you “taste good,” but it seems to be more than that. Valko would sink his teeth into any exposed skin on your body while you were washing the dishes, brushing your teeth, doing your makeup, anything where a mouthable part of you was in his line of sight.
“Y'look sho pretty,”
Valko would compliment you, voice muffled against the skin of your arm as he stared into the mirror reflection of your half dolled up face.
His fluffy tail would wag uncontrollably as soon as your taste hit his tongue, eliciting a small whine from him each time. Valko couldn't help it. He had this unexplainable urge every time he saw you.
You didn't think much of it, just petting him between his ears while he got his fill, hearing an almost purr like sound rumbling from his chest. It was comforting. One night, unable to sleep, you came across a video explaining what “love biting” means when dogs do it
“Your dog could be trying to get your attention, or be excited. But most likely, they're bonding with you.”
The woman's voice is just loud enough for you to hear as Valko laid peacefully beside you. You click off your phone just before feeling two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.
“You're awake?” You whisper
“Mhmm…”
Valko's teeth find your shoulder, uncovered by your pajama shirt. He pulls back, giving the faint mark a caring lick.
summary ! you catch dean's attention, but quickly shut it down because you don't do casual. dean persists anyway.
warnings ! fluff. mild talk of insecurities. dean is over being casual about everything. cutie patooties.
wc ! 2.7k
author's note ! i loved writing this and def think i will write more briar u boys with golden!reader !! not proof-read.
to be added to my taglist.
You did not want to be there. Hockey was a violent sport and you didn't like it. However, Hannah's boyfriend just so happened to be the captain, so you were sucked into far too many games for your liking.
"Listen, if I can get over it, so can you," Hannah told you, smiling.
She had a point, you supposed. Her reason was much more valid than yours, and yet, you found yourself upset anyway. Not irrationally or anything, just mildly. Still, you sat with her in the crowd, eyes latching onto the game.
If you were here, you might as well watch. You knew the players, Hannah was around them all the time so that meant you'd come to know their faces, even if you never personally interacted. You tended to stay clear of men like them.
The game was brutal and violent and by the end you felt a little nauseous. Not because you couldn't watch violence, but because you hated the unnecessary kind. And this seemed the most unnecessary there was.
Still, you stayed silent. You cheered with Hannah when Briar U won and you found yourself even a little happy. No, you didn't like hockey, but if someone had to win, it might as well be your team.
Hannah dragged you with her to wait down the hall of the locker rooms. "This is stupid," you grumbled, crossing your arms.
Hannah laughed. "It's not stupid! I want you to meet my friends!"
You sighed, giving in easily. You had a soft spot for Hannah, and you were glad she had found some more people to be comfortable with. Allie was supposed to be here, but she got way too caught up in the upcoming play and ended up passed out in her room.
You two left her be.
Soon enough, men were piling out of the locker room and you felt a little uncomfortable. Not because you felt unsafe, but because they were all staring at you. You weren't shy or anything, not even really that insecure, but it was reasonable that a group full of men staring at you made you uncomfortable.
Hannah introduced you to the guys, and you gave a small wave, an even smaller smile on your face. Not out of rudeness, but out of comfort for yourself. None of them seemed to mind. "You coming to the party, Wellsy?" Dean asked, tossing his arm around her shoulders.
"Depends. Are you coming to the party?" Hannah's eyes were on you.
You widened your eyes, pointing to yourself. "Me? Um...no?"
Dean boo'd, and Logan smacked him upside the head. "Be nice, dickwad."
That earned a little giggle from you. "Come. It'll be fun, and I'll personally bodyguard you if need be," Garrett said, his eyes soft and warm as they reached you.
You sucked in a breath, looking at Hannah who had a little pout on her face. You gave in again. "Okay, I'll come."
Dean and Hannah cheered, slapping palms together. You chuckled, shaking your head. You turned around, heading toward the building doors.
This was a bad idea.
Still, you found yourself walking into the hockey house a few hours later with Hannah at your hip, your eyes darting around the place. You'd never actually been in it, and it was smaller than you expected.
People were packed everywhere, girls all over the guys and they were eating it up like Christmas dinner. Especially Dean. Hannah waved at Garrett, who smiled, walking over to you two.
It was nice for all of two seconds before you decided that being suffocated by the love of those two was not something you wanted to be subjected to all evening. You pulled away from Hannah, a polite smile on your face.
"I'm going to get a drink."
Hannah tilted her head, but nodded. She knew you enough to know that, while you loved love, sometimes it was too much. You hated it, really. It made you feel guilty. There was no reason for you to feel so...envious of Hannah.
She deserved all she had, and you wanted that for her.
Still, something inside you ached a little every time she was with Garrett. Some little voice in your head that told you that could never be you. You ignored it. You had to. You couldn't let that stupid voice consume your life.
Even if, sometimes, it felt like it would.
You sighed, walking over to the kitchen and making yourself a drink. You heavily inspected the cup before deciding it was safe. It took two sips for you to realize you hated whatever it was. Well, it took one sip. But you took another one just to be sure.
You were definitely sure, making a sour face and pouring the liquid down the drain of the sink.
"You know, that's perfectly good alcohol right there." Dean's voice invaded your ears. You looked beside you, seeing him leaning against the fridge, a small smirk on his face.
"Good is a stretch," you replied, shaking your head in an attempt to get the sour taste out.
He chuckled. "Nice freckles." The comment was an odd one, but it ignited some sort of feeling in you. "Never got to see you close enough to notice before."
You managed a smile, a breathy chuckle accompanying it. "That happened to be the goal."
He tilted his head. "How come?"
You swallowed. "Don't you have some girl to make out with?"
A smile from him. "Depends. Are you that girl?"
You crossed your arms. "No."
"Then no."
You narrowed your eyes at him, studying him. His demeanor was calm, collected, cool. Like he belonged right where he was, talking to you in his kitchen as a party happened around the two of you. You weren't quite as collected.
"You didn't answer my other question," he pointed out.
You bit the inside of your cheek. "Well, it was a stupid question."
"Humor me."
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "You're impossible."
"Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart."
The pet name usually made you feel sick. But Dean didn't say it like a catcall. He said it like it was natural. Like it was a name meant for you. You were positively confused. A little concerned. Mostly focused on making your exit.
Dean noticed. "Some place to be?" He stepped closer. One tiny little step. It made you feel hot.
You swallowed. "Lots of places to be. None of them are here."
"How come?"
The repeated question caused a fire to spread up your neck until you felt the blush across your cheeks. Dean smiled. Not smirked. Smiled. "You're cute when you blush."
You had never felt more of an urge to push a man than you did right then. Not out of anger, but out of embarrassment. No way were you blushing in front of Dean Di Laurentis. "Shut up," you mumbled, tightening your arms around yourself to feel a little more protected.
Dean's eyes scanned over you, his gaze making you squirm slightly. You didn't enjoy being inspected, especially by some manwhore hockey man. Still, you stayed silent. His eyes met yours, something in them you weren't too familiar with.
You could still place it, though. You'd seen it a couple times. It was hunger.
Your chest felt a little tight, and you refused to fall at the feet of him. Your eyes scanned the room. "I make you nervous, don't I?" he asked softly. Not judging or teasing, just a genuine question.
"A little, yes," you replied, eyes staring next to him at the fridge instead of at him.
"How come?"
"Can you stop asking me that?"
"Can you start answering me?"
You bit back a smile. "Fine. You get one question, make it good."
Dean thought for a second. "Why don't you come around?"
You sucked in a breath. "Why would I? A house full of men isn't exactly my idea of a good time."
Dean tilted his head. "So what is?"
You shook yours. "You don't really care about that."
"Hm?"
"I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're not interested in knowing what I do for fun. You're interested in how much fun I can give you."
Something passed Dean's eyes, something that made you regret what you said, but he easily recovered. "True. Partly."
"Partly?"
"I'm not blind, sweetheart. You're a gorgeous woman in my kitchen, I'd be stupid not to flirt. Still, I am actually interested in what you have to say. I don't only think with my dick, you know?"
You tilted your head. "Hm, that's not what I've heard." Dean chuckled, you smiled. "Okay, fine. You get another question."
This one came with no hesitation. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight?"
"Not entirely," you answered honestly. Dean tilted his chin up.
"You wanna go home?"
"Can't. Allie dropped us off."
"Not what I asked."
You sighed. "Yes."
"Then let's go."
You furrowed your brows. "Dean-"
He shook his head. "The party will live without me. I'd be cruel to make you suffer through it." He peeled himself off the fridge, holding out a hand.
You chuckled softly, slipping your hand into his. His fingers wrapped around your hand easily, and the warmth of his skin caused goosebumps to erupt. You ignored them. You found Hannah quickly, she was drunk.
You were glad she felt comfortable enough to be that way now.
You said goodbye to both Hannah and Garrett, and then followed Dean out of the house. He led you to his car, opening the passenger door for you. You got in silently, and once Dean got in, you gave him your address.
The ride was silent, but comfortable. Music hummed lowly through the car and Dean's eyes flickered to you every once in a while. You never looked back. You were smarter than that. You knew better. You had to know better.
You weren't going to one-night stand yourself into some complicated feelings over Dean fucking Di Laurentis. No, you were more aware of your faults than that. More aware of your inability to be casual about anything.
He pulled up to your house, a small one bedroom in a quiet neighborhood. You sighed softly. You regretted the words before you even got them out. "Do you want to come in?"
There was a pause, before Dean nodded. "Yeah."
You ignored the feeling in your chest as you got out, digging your keys out of your pocket and walking up to the front door, Dean following behind you silently. The door creaked open, and you flicked on the light, kicking your shoes off at the door.
Dean followed your example, trailing you as you walked into your cozy living room. It was full of books and plants and, honestly, it was everything Dean thought it would be. Maybe more.
"Cute," he said softly, almost too softly. His fingers grazed the chipping wallpaper on the wall, and you sucked in a small breath, sitting down in your hanging chair.
Dean followed, sitting down on the couch.
"Why'd you come in?" you asked suddenly, but quietly.
Dean smiled. "Why not?"
"Not an actual answer, by the way."
He chuckled. "Honestly? I wanted to see what kind of place you lived in."
You tilted your head. "And?"
"It's everything I expected from you."
You chuckled. "You can go back to your party, you know?"
"I know."
"Yet, you're still sitting on my couch."
"That I am."
Silence. You sucked in a small breath, turning your head away from him. You felt his stare. You ignored it. "Why do you do that?"
Dean's question was soft and quiet, but full of a weight he didn't know it carried. "Do what?" you asked. Your eyes still weren't on his.
"We get somewhere, and you shut down."
"We don't get anywhere."
"Yes, we do."
You closed your eyes, sucking in a breath through your nose. Your hands tightened at the edges of your chair. You slowly looked at him. "Honestly? It scares me."
Dean tilted his head at your answer, his eyes soft and searching. "What does?"
"You. This. All of it. I don't..." You shook your head. "I don't flirt. I'm smarter than that. I don't get my hopes up. I'm better than that. And I certainly, certainly don't invite a hockey man into my house."
Dean ignored the last part for now, more focused on what you said before. "Hopes up about what?" he asked curiously.
You laughed. A self-deprecating one that made you cringe internally. "You're not dumb, Dean. You know who you are, and so do I. And I know who I am. It's just..." You shook your head once more. It wasn't like you didn't know your worth.
You did.
You just also knew when you were in over your head. Sometimes it got the better of you. You hated that it did, but you couldn't help it. Dean moved then, slowly and soft like you were going to run away if he moved too quickly.
Maybe you were.
He found his place in front of you on his knees, eyes looking up at you. You sucked in a breath. "So who are you, then?" he asked quietly.
Your eyes searched his. "I'm the girl who's smart enough to know that this isn't happening. Not really." He tilted his head. You continued. "You'll flirt and maybe you'll get what you want, or maybe you won't. Either way, you'll go home and it'll be over for you. You're a casual man, Dean."
He swallowed. You didn't stop. "Casual's cool. It's nice, I guess. But it's not me. I'm not that type of person. I can't be. It's not realistic, and it's certainly not something I'm capable of."
Dean sucked in a breath. "It doesn't have to be casual."
The words hung heavy in the air. You furrowed your brows. "What?"
Dean shrugged. "It doesn't have to be anything you don't want it to be. It doesn't have to be sex." He leaned in, just slightly, his hands resting on either side of your legs. "What do you want?"
You scoffed, soft and really with no insult behind it, shaking your head. "I-" You swallowed. "What?" You couldn't fathom what he was saying right now. Dean Di Laurentis of all people.
"What do you want?" he repeated, softer this time.
The question was heavy. It crushed your throat and filled your chest with cement. It was the type of question you never answered honestly. Tonight, it felt like you had to. "I want to be wanted. Really wanted."
Dean nodded, eyes searching yours. He stood up slowly, holding out his hand. For some reason, you just took it. No questions asked. He pulled you up with ease, and you gasped softly as his arm wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest.
"Why don't we start slow?" he asked quietly. "See where it goes."
"I'm not having sex with you."
He smiled. "Not what I meant, sweetheart."
You tilted your head, genuinely curious. "What did you mean?"
He brought a hand up, thumb brushing over your cheek that was still burning with a blush. "I take you on a date, we get to know each other. Something...un-casual."
You sucked in a small breath, eyes searching his. "You're serious?"
"Deadly."
You bit your lip, slowly nodding. "Okay."
He smiled, soft and warm and it filled you with something you weren't sure you wanted to place. You were fucking terrified. Still, your veins pumped with excitement. "Does it count as un-casual if I kiss you?"
You giggled at his question. "Only if you don't immediately leave after."
He shook his head, tucking some hair behind your ear. "Not happening."
You nodded, giving him the green light. His lips met yours softly, full of warmth and passion and you felt dizzy from it. He pulled you closer, hands roaming your body in a way you've never felt. You moaned softly into the kiss as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
Dean pressed against you harder, but not insistent. Like he just wanted to be close. What usually made you feel uncomfortable made you feel warm now. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, deepening the kiss slightly.
Dean's hands slipped under your ass, picking you up in one swift motion. You gasped, grabbing onto his shoulders. He carried you over to the couch like you weighed nothing, sitting you on his lap as you two made out.
His lips traveled to your jaw, sucking softly on the skin as you let out a shaky breath, hand running through his hair. He pulled back slowly, licking his lips as he looked at you. You could feel him growing harder under you, and it was hard to ignore.
He noticed. "Don't worry about it," he whispered, caressing your hair. "No sex, remember?"
You giggled, leaning in and kissing him softly. He groaned into it. "You are so not how I thought you'd be."
