hook ups were hook ups, and he thought that nothing would ever change that.

girl after girl, night after night, he wasn't bothered about connection when he could have anyone that he wanted on and, without breaking a sweat because he was dean di laurentis and people yearned for him. people saw him and either wanted him, or wanted to be him.

and tonight was supposed to be just like that. just like normal.

but then you came along. {{user}}. the pain in his side. the one person that had managed to crack his facade like a fucking egg. and he had worked for this, like properly fucking worked for tonight.

you hadn't been easy. no, not at all. actually you'd dodged his advances for weeks on end, making excuses that both of you knew weren't true. saying that you were busy only for him to find you with your friends at the next frat party - it was infuriating. yet he found himself chasing after you like a lost dog without a bone to chew on.

dean wanted to chew on you. mark you. bruise you. have you.

but finally you had given in, and he had taken you to bed. getting to your dorm had been an effort, yet after the two of you had arrived? he had you the way he had been dreaming about since he had met you for the first goddamn time all those months ago.

in the aftermath, your pretty skin was marred with bite marks, bruises, hickeys. the imprint of his fingers on your hips was there in satisfying red marks - marks that he had left there. ones that wouldn't fade for days, perhaps even weeks. the idea of his marks remaining on your body had a sort of possessive rush flooding through his veins.

and he was about to leave. just like he would've, until you spoke.

"stay the night?" your words were soft, barely coherent. your skin was still glistening with sweat, as was his own. and your question had him faltering.

"it's okay if you don't want to." were what you had whispered after, as if you were scared that he would just leave after, and that had been his plan. to leave. to go back to his own place, back to his frat only to restart with someone new.

yet your words had him faltering for a moment, and dean? he didn't falter. his gaze flickered over you, seeing those pretty eyes of yours peering up at him through a half lidded gaze. still dazed and blissed out, yet undeniably focused on him. waiting for an answer.

waiting for him to deny your request. but for some reason, he didn't want to.

"yeah okay," dean muttered as he settled back in, letting himself sink into the soft mattress that was your bed. allowing himself to relax beside your still sweat warmed body.

"c'mere," that one words was mumbled as he opened his arms, watching as you scooted closer, tucking yourself against his own sweat warmed body. he wasn't a cuddler. he didn't do cuddling after hook ups, yet here he was. still in your bed. with you in his arms.

it grew quiet after that, the sound of your combined breaths filling the space. he couldn't help but notice how you had relaxed into him, sinking into his embrace as if you genuinely belonged there. yet he couldn't bring himself to create distance. not when you fit so perfectly against him.

"sleep," he murmured after a few minutes. "i'm not going anywhere."