His Favorite Distraction
Dean Di Laurentis x girlfriend!reader
Dean interrupts your gaming moment to steal all your attention.
warning : Suggestive +18 content, sexual language, intense kisses, and insinuation of sexual acts.
note : English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes or weird phrasing that slipped through. Thank you for reading, and I hope you still enjoy it!
Your attention had completely drifted away from the game on your phone. It was impossible to concentrate when Dean Di Laurentis was in the same room. Because Dean, even when doing absolutely nothing, already demanded attention. But this time he wasn’t still. He was with Beau, plotting one of their usual idiot schemes.
The victim: John Tucker.
You settled more comfortably into the armchair, practically sprawled out, as if that position would let you hear more clearly.
In short, Tucker had to keep a strawberry intact. Something that would have been easy if Beau and Dean weren’t… well, themselves.
You weren’t surprised at all when they warned him that if he dropped the fruit, it would be replaced by a bigger one.
Nor were you surprised when Dean ate it just a few seconds later.
You looked back at your phone, your fingers moving quickly across the screen as you tried not to miss any notes. You were about to win when the pressure of a warm mouth on your neck distracted you, making you fail the long note.
“Damn it, Dean!” you protested.
Dean let out a deep chuckle and effortlessly scooped you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing. He dropped onto the armchair with you sideways on his lap. You took the opportunity to elbow him in the stomach, but he didn’t even flinch.
“Weren’t you supposed to be bothering Tucker with his fruit?” you asked, frowning at him.
“Beau’s handling that” he replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer against his chest. “This is much better.”
You opened your mouth to reply, but Dean took the phone from your hands, locked it, and set it aside on the armchair.
“Perfect. Now I have your full attention.” he said with an arrogant smile, despite your obvious annoyance. “Come on, don’t look at me like that. You know you want this.”
“Take my phone away? No way!”
He brought his lips to your ear, lowering his voice.“Say it over and over again. Maybe you'll start to believe it.”
You frowned, even though a shiver ran down your spine at the feel of his warm breath against your skin.
“Enough” you grumbled, poking his chest with your finger.
“Admit it, you were bored with that shitty game. Now you’re exactly where you want to be.”
“So where am I supposed to be?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“On top of me. Underneath me. Anywhere, as long as it’s with me” he answered without hesitation, wearing that smile that drove you crazy and made your pulse race at the same time.
Estabas segura de que algún día te daría un infarto por culpa de ese rubio de más de un metro ochenta con cara de "siempre me salgo con la mía". Y, sinceramente, no te quejarías.
Soltaste una risita incrédula.
“Dean…”
He easily turned you on his lap until you were straddling his hips. His large hands settled on your waist, pressing you against his body.
“Say it again” he requested, with that arrogant grin. “I love how my name sounds when you’re annoyed and turned on at the same time.”
“I’m not turned on!” you exclaimed, slapping his shoulder—which, as expected, had zero effect.
Dean buried his face in your neck and left a slow trail of wet kisses until he reached just below your ear.
“Admit it” he whispered against your skin.
“I hate you” you said with zero conviction.
Dean always made you lose.
“No. You love me” he corrected, amused. “And now you’re going to kiss me like you really hate me… and then prove me wrong.”
“Poor baby” you said sarcastically, sliding a finger along his collarbone. “Are you that desperate for affection?”
“Not desperate” he replied, smirking as his hand slid down your back to rest dangerously close to your ass. “I’m just a very motivated man. And you’re way too dressed for my taste right now.”
You closed your eyes for a second and shook your head.
“Where did your shame go?”
“What? Now you’re embarrassed because I’m telling the truth?” His green eyes dropped to your lips. “Yesterday you were sitting on my face and today you blush because I say this. You’re a strange one.”
Your face burned. You tried to cover his mouth with your hand, but he caught your wrist and kissed your palm.
“Stop fighting and just kiss me already, baby. I’ve been waiting since you walked through that door with that 'don’t touch me, I’m busy' face.”
His thumb slowly caressed your lower lip. For a second you stayed silent, lost in those bright green eyes and that intense stare that always managed to make you lose your mind. Without thinking twice, you grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him hard.
Dean growled in approval against your mouth. His free hand tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss, pulling you even closer.
Your fingers slid to the back of his neck, tugging gently at the soft blond strands. Dean let out a low, satisfied sound that vibrated through your chest.
“You two have a damn room for these not-safe-for-work situations”
Logan growled from the doorway.
A thin string of saliva stretched between your lips as you pulled away abruptly at the sound of his voice.
“Sorry” you said quickly.
“I’m not” Dean replied with a shameless grin, his hands sliding back to your hips.
You shot him a reproachful look, but Logan was already heading to the kitchen, muttering something under his breath, clearly tired of catching you like this again.
You’d actually lost count by now.
As soon as they heard his footsteps fade, Dean let out a low laugh and pulled you against his body once more.
“As I was saying…” he murmured, brushing his lips against yours.“You’re way too dressed.”
“We’re not doing it here” you protested between laughs, even as your fingers kept playing with his hair.
“Then we’d better move.”
Without giving you time to argue, he stood up with you in his arms. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist as he climbed the stairs with sure, determined steps.
Dean Di Laurentis won.
And you, happily, lost.
