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𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: Dean was sweet enough to tag along with you to an away tournament in Colarado, as your 'lucky charm.' Between takings strolls, meeting horses and sneaking out to stargaze together — the trip quickly became quite a memorable one
a.n: super super fluffy! Just watched s2 of My life with the Walter boys so I got some influence from it. Dean acts like a sweetheart. Please like/reblog if you enjoyed this fic!
Dean knew he was done for the moment you two met. When you accidently fell ontop of him after trying to show off a cool trick to your friends on campus grounds. Knocking the wind out of him in the process when he lands on his back. Even so — Dean was Dean. His hands instinctively straddled your hips without a second thought. And he thinks nothing of it.
"Woah! Uhh. That's one way to get my attention."He whispers quietly. A smirk playing his lips when he lifts his head to ask if you were okay. Then his voice wavers when he see's how gorgeous you looked. Your long legs caging him on either side. With you also being equally as stunned. I mean — you were straddling the Dean Di Laurentis. The guy that every girl fawns over. Now you were ontop of him, drowning in his pretty, blue eyes.
"Shit — sorry. Uhh. " you scramble out of his grasp, cheeks flushed. Got up and stuck out your hand. Which Dean takes in almost a dazed manner. You laugh softly and brushed off your jeans. "I didn't see where I was going."
For once — he doesn't make a witty, flirtatious remark. All while the rest of the students around them witnessing the whole ordeal, whispered amongst eachother. Including your friends who were giggling after seeing this new side of Dean. Where he looked abosolutely smitten with pink blush dusting his cheeks.
"Dean hey — " You stood there infront of him, with unspoken confidence. Just barely a an inch or two shorter than he was. Head tilting to the side in curiousity. And finally managing to break him out of his trance. While you let out a breathy laugh." You okay? Thought I lost you there for a moment."
He clears his throat and nervously runs his fingers through his hair. Trying to play cool. Flashing you his dimples when he smiled down at you. "Yeahh no — I'm fine. By the way... Are you free after this?"
3 months passed since then. In that short span, Dean does officially becomes your boyfriend. And with a little help, the casual hookups he used to have with other girls began to stop.
Dean leaned against the wall outside the conference room where your team had just finished it's evening meeting. Hands tucked in the pockets of his navy blue jeans as he struggled to stay warm. It was fall time in Colorado — so the air was much chillier than back at Briar U's Campus.
"You done?" He asks. Immediately pushing himself upright. Now more awake after seeing you. Considering he had zoned out for a while.
"Yeah." You respond. Letting out an exhausted sigh. Yet you couldn't help but smile when Dean stuck out his arm for you to hold onto. Speaking with an amused tone as you take the offer willingly. "Well aren't you a gentleman?"
Which Dean returns with the tip of his camel brown cowboy hat. His response being in the form of a well versed midwestern accent. "Anythin' for you doll."
The away tournament had brought your team to a small town in Colarado. Surrounded by rolling hills and open stretches of countryside. The hotel sat on the edge of town, far enough that the stars would be visible at night without light pollution.
You walked together towards the elevators while the two of you had a hushed conversation. When you make it to the ground floor, Dean glances around to spot your coach before in the quiet hallway before lowering his voice to speak to you. "Wanna sneak out?"
Despite his intentions — you had doubts ofcourse. It's Dean we're talking about. You loved him, but the man lives and breathes for trouble. You narrowed your eyes at the blonde suspiciously. All while he tried to feign his innocence with a tired, boyish grin. "That look usually means trouble."
Dean hesitates but still gave you an answer that didn't sound too convincing. "Maybe."
You had no time to argue with him because he was already tugging you gently down the hallway. Leading you towards the side exit of the hotel as your nerves start to kick in. "This is a terrible idea."
"Actually." He says, with a pause. Holding the door open for you with a polite grin and a glint in his eyes. "It's one of the best ideas I've had all day."
As soon as he does. The crisp, cold air hits your face almost immediately. In contrast to the toasty warm heat from the hotel lobby. There before you was a wild, untouched, beautiful piece of land that was just begging to be explored. Mountains with their bluish grey peaks in the distance softened by the glow of the summer haze. A vast area of pine forests that carried their scent in the breeze — sharp and earthy.
You stood there taking in the view before Dean breaks your trance. Instead, he makes you follow him down a trail that leads away from the hotel. A dirt path that disappeared between fields beyond the parking lot. Dark and peaceful beneath the night sky.
You held his caloused, yet warm hand carefully. He held yours, tight and firm so that you wouldn't fall as he helps you walk on a wooden fence. "If coach finds out -"
"She won't find out." Dean intercepts quickly. But in a reassuring tone. Despite that, you couldn't help but worry. And Dean could see it in your face as it contourts from relaxed to concern. "But if she does."
Dean hums then gives you a shrug. "Then I'll tell her I kidnapped you."
It should've been a serious answer but it makes you snort instead. Which Dean took offence to. "That won't help."
"Ehh who cares. Her star player deserves a break anway."
You wanted to protest but his comment makes you smile. Considering he disguised it in a form of a compliment.
The further you walked away, the more you could hear from the nature around you. Not the sound of trucks and cars on the mainroad, no teammates laughing in neighbouring rooms and no tournament pressure.
Just the sound of crickets, the gentle fall wind and Dean's warm hand in yours to guide you. He gives a gentle squeeze before finally breaking the comfortable silence. "You nervous for tomorrow?"
You hesitate in your step and licked your lips out of habit when you were nervous. Dean helped you down onto the ground before you spoke. "Uhh to be honest? Yeah. I am."
Dean doesn't let you dwell on it so he coerces you to look at him with a finger tucked under your chin. "Hey look at me — You'll be fine."
"You don't know that - " You pushed back with an exhasperated sigh. Dean stops you midway through your sentence. The teasing expression now gone. "You've worked your ass off all season." He says, his gaze softening. "Besides — if anyone should be nervous. It's the girls from the opposing team. Especially when they see how scary you are on court."
His comment alone makes you roll your eyes at him playfully before letting out a breathy laugh. The path wound through tall grass that brushed against your legs and beneath the grove of aspens.
Hand in hand, you walked along the weaving river banks. Sunlight reflecting off it's surface, giving the water the impression of liquid gold. The steady rush of the current became a comforting sound in the background. As you two conversed all the way.
A little further down the path. You spotted horses grazing behind a wooden fence in a ranch. The team had visited that same ranch earlier that day before practice but didn't get to spend too much time with them.
Dean notices your lingering gaze and follows it. And without questioning it, he gently tugs your towards the herd. Several lifted their heads when you and Dean approached them.
"Looks like they're excited meet you too." Dean jokingly whispers beside your ear. Making you smile sheepishly, while he moved behind you. As one chesnut mare wandered close, her ears flickering curiously.
"Hi pretty girl." you say softly. Reaching out to let the horses head stretch her neck towards you. With Dean resting his chin above your head to observe the innocent gesture.
After a while, you hear him sigh. His arms now wrapped around your waist and face buried into the crook of your neck as he mumbled with his eyes closed. "Well... Looks like I've been officially replaced."
A smile tugs at your lips as you groomed the horses mane with the brush given to you. Soon putting it away to give attention to your childish boyfriend instead. Turning your head slightly to look at him as he cracks one eye open when he feels your fingers brush through his tousled blonde hair. His cowboy hat now rested on your head as he had given it to you back at the trail.
"Don't be jealous." You'd say softly.
Dean lets out a small laugh and then grumbled with a hoarse voice. "Too late."
You were about to retort but then felt the horse nudge your shoulder. In turn, making Dean prove a point rather dramatically. "See? She's stealing your attention right now."
"You'll survive." You argued. With Dean letting out a dissatisfied hum when you kiss his cheek in an attempt to cheer him up. A second, custard cream horse soon approaches them. And to your surprise. It immediately shoves it's nose into Dean's hair, letting out a soft neigh.
You burst out laughing as both horses now had the couples attention. Dean pulls away from your embrace, but only for a moment so he could stand by your side. He then stares up at the horse before it nudges his chest ernestly. "Sir."
"Sir." He repeats once more as the horse ignores him and he nudges again. Much to your amusement as you held back a laugh. Watching the cream coloured horse and your seemingly bothered boyfriend, interact sweetly. "Hey — you're invading my personal space."
He does eventually give in as the horse's charm began to rub off on him. Opting to scratch his forehead with a defeated laugh. "There. Satisfied?"
"You two seem to be getting along." You comment while the chestnut horse is fed oats from a bag. Dean blows out the hair from covering his eyes. "Uhh I dunno. I feel like he's extorting me."
Time passes by rather peacefully. Basking in eachothers presence as the two of you stood there petting their noses and making small talk with dusk drawing near.
Neither of you wanted to leave. So you and Dean found a quiet clearing beside the river. Then, a thought comes to his mind. A rather naughty one. "You trust me right?"
You should have known this was coming by the way he was looking at you with a playful glint in his eyes. Now standing ankle deep in the freezing cold river. You laughed and blocked his attack as Dean splashes water at you with malice. "Dean!"
"What?" He says innocently, throwing his arms up in the air. Though the boyish grin on his face completely gave him away, while you scoffed. Within seconds, the two of you were engaged in a full scale water fight. Darting between smooth river rocks and laughing so hard that neither of you could breathe properly.
At one point Dean lifts you off your feet from behind when you tried to escape. Laughing softly beside your ear when you struggle in his grasp. "Got you ~ I dunno why you thought running away was an option."
"Huh." You scoffed. "Maybe because someone attacked me out of nowhere." You sassed back, which Dean couldn't really argue with. "Uhh. Fair point."
He sets you back down on your feet, both of you soaked, smiling and out of breath from the spontanious moment. The sun was sinking lower behind the mountains. Illuminating your features with a warm light when Dean brushed a wet strand of hair behind your ear. With an affectionate gaze. "There you are."
You felt heat rise to your cheeks at the simple gesture. But that's what you loved about Dean. He makes you feel noticed and adored.
Soon after, he sets down a blanket that he brought with him from his backpack. The grass was soft to the touch when Dean pulls you down to join him, sitting down together. His cologne invading your senses as he pulls you into his side by your waist. Darkness arrived slowly, the air growing cooler with every passing minute.
First came the evening stars, scattered sparingly across the deepening midnight blue sky. Away from the city lights, the milkyway stretched overhead looked brighter, clearer and more captivating than you had expected. You were speechless ofcourse, and Dean notices. He tucks you into his side as you stare up in awe, whispering softly next to you. "This — is why I snuck you out."
"It's beautiful..." you whispered back. Totally captivated by the spectacle above. And ignoring the fact that Dean was staring at you instead in a dazed manner.
"It is." He mumbled quietly, thinking you wouldn't hear. But you do. Your cheeks warm, because when turn your head to speak to him. His face was enticingly close, nose bumping against yours. Lids heavy as he flashes you a playful grin, with his dimples making an appearance. Still, you try to keep your cool. "You're not seriously talking about me. Are you?"
"What else would I be referring to." Dean muses as you let out a scoff. Yet your heart hammering against your chest would contradict your reaction otherwise. "You know what I'm talking about."
Dean knew. But he still chose to mess with you. Soon pivoting the conversation to something else. " You know why I came on this trip to watch you play?"
"Why?" You asked quietly.
"Because I get to watch you do something you love."
You were once again, speechless. Warmth blossoming in your chest from his confession. His jacket keeping you warm around your shoulders. The stars reflecting in his ocean blue eyes. "And because I get to spend time with you."
He leans in, long lashes tickling your skin as he does so. Lips inches away from yours making you hold your breath in anticipation. Dean paused, fluttering his eyes open only see yours was still closed. Most likely waiting for him to make a move.
"Cute..." he'd whisper softly, a finger tracing your warm skin as you internally screamed. This man was either making fun of you or was being a tease, no inbetween.
"I hate you," you'd whisper, growing frustrated at his antics. He found your little ouburst amusing as he flashed you a cheeky grin. Before pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, whispering softly. "I know you don't mean that..."
You admire him for a brief moment. Feeling the light stubble beneath your palms as you cupped his face with your hands "You're right. I do love you. Even if you're a stupid ass sometimes."
The way the words so easily escapes your lips makes Dean smile. A genuine smile since he was getting used to it. His eyes flickers towards your lips. He hesitates ofcourse, wanting your permission first. At this point,
Dean was pleading with his eyes for permission to kiss you. His breath heavy against yours as his nose gently nudged yours, eyes flickering towards your lips. "Can I?"
"Yes," you mumbled in a breathless way. And with that, his lips engulfs yours.
Dean groaned into the kiss from pure satisfaction. Chapped, yet soft lips moving effortlessly against your plush ones. Slow and intent.
Time stopped for a moment. Like it always does whenever you were with Dean. Embracing eachother beneath the endless Colorado sky.
As ridiculous as it sounded, you were a little surprised by how attentive a boyfriend Joao turned out to be. From first meeting him, and even until the two of you grew closer as friends, he had always given off an air of casual nonchalance you only assumed was characteristic of his personality. It was only when he realised he had feelings for you, and when the two of you started dating, that he allowed you to see how caring he could be.
It started small, him remembering your usual order at your favour restaurant, or you mentioning your favourite flower off-handedly only to be greeted the next morning by a gigantic bouquet of them. And gradually, as he became attuned to your quirks, personality, and tastes, his quiet acts of affection knew no bounds. Soon you noticed his almost freakishly good ability to read your emotions and act exactly how you needed him to. Slipping an arm around your waist when he noticed you getting a little quieter, linking his hand in yours when he got frustrated, and even peppering your cheeks with kisses when he noticed you stressing out.
And it wasn't even these acts themselves that you came to be so fond of - but rather the fact he almost always did them in absolute silence, to no fanfare. He felt no need to announce his kind acts or even expect anything in return, instead letting them speak for themselves - his silent way of letting you know that you deserved to be treated like this, with such care, for no reason other than being yourself, and being his.
𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: Dean distracts you from your work by showering you with kisses, showing off his dimples and leaving you utterly wrecked
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Soft dom! Dean, making out, swearing, dirty talk, hickeys , no explicit intimacy
a.n - fluff and more fluff! Reader calls Beau 'Bo' , short for Bo Peep. Don't ask why, it's an inside joke only they know about. Dean is a menace, But he's supportive and that's what matters. I actually loved writing this fic and I hope you guys do! It has lighthearted banter and worth reading until the end <3
The end of another semester was fast approaching. That meant having to present a well put together portfolio to your professor by the end of the month. Your inspiration for your work? Claude Monet. An artist that thrived on impressionism. Much like your own work.
You were thoughtful enough to leave out a drop cloth beneath your canvas easel. So as to not leave a mess in your boyfriend's room. Who so kindly let you use his space after you complained about your neighbours 'being noisy.'
Beau had already come by the Hockey house multiple times throughout the day to either annoy you or give you food from Malones. Handing you the paper bag before a thought comes to his mind. "Oh right — Dean texted me earlier. He just got off practice so he should be here soon."
A knowing smile tugs on your lips when you hear his name. "Thanks for letting me know Bo." You say, turning to your side to wave goodbye to Beau when he makes his leave. You snort at Beau's faintly distant, yet loud response near the stairs. "Stop calling me that !! "
Speaking of Dean. He had been held up at practice for almost the whole day. So you could imagine how relieved he was when it was finally over so that he could see you again. Ready to shower you with affection once he got back to you.
Not forgetting to shoot a cheeky middle finger at Coach Jensen on his way to the changing rooms with a smirk on his face. Which then quickly contourts to pure fear as he stumbled in his step, when Jensen looks back at him with an annoyed stare. Already done with his antics.
"Dude. Are you trying to get us killed?" Logan whisper yells at the blonde man as he gently pushes him into the changing room. Dean mumbles something to himself that he thought was appropriate but true in his mindset. "He's still an asshole..."
It was just a little past 6pm when he made it back to the hockey house. With the others trailing in behind him, completely exhausted and ready to relax.
Rays of the sun filtered through the windows of his room. Bathing the whole area with a golden glow. Which was a perfectly picturesque view for Dean when he pokes his head in. With the masterpiece in the centre of it all being you.
He leans against the doorframe for a moment. Queitly admiring his girlfriend from afar. Who had been frowning at the canvas infront of her intently. Brows bunched and lips jutting out slightly since something seemed off about your piece. Or maybe you were just overthinking. Yeah — that could be it.
As usual, paint smudges were on your cheeks, and your forehead since you tend to carelessly wipe your sleeve across it. Several sketchbooks were piled up beside you along with your art supplies. Which you would argue to Dean as "orderly chaos."
He was already shirtless when he entered the house, considering how hot and sticky he had become. If anything, he could've easily taken a shower back at the gym. But he was too eager to come see you that he figured he'd do it later.
You don't bother to look up from your canvas when you hear footsteps approach you. Already knowing it was Dean. He wondered why you were standing rather than sitting down to paint, but hey — he's not the professional.
"I'm working." You warned sternly. But soft enough so Dean doesn't think you're being rude. "Didn't do anything..." Dean knew that so he raises his hands up with a small grin. "Yet."
"I know. But you might be up to something." You retort. Finally glancing towards his direction, pointing at him accusatorially with your painbrush. "I don't trust you."
"Forgive a man just trying to admire his girl in peace!" Dean sasses back with a more softer smile. One that showed off his dimples. "Or is that wrong?"
You roll your eyes at his attempt of making you feel guilty. But it does bring a smile of your own to your face. You turn back to your piece, cheeks lightly dusted with pink. "No. You're right..."
Dean shakes his head in amusement before walking over to you. Standing right by your side before reaching for your hand and bringing it to his lips. Pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "I try to be."
His chin came to rest on your shoulder while his arms wrapped around your waist. Bare chest pressing against your back. Relishing the feeling of your exposed stomach since he's already hiked up your shirt. Like he's entitled to do that. Then kisses your cheek before mumbling quietly. "Can I watch?"
You were too focused on adding more brushstrokes to your piece in deep concentration. So your response was rather simple, but also a gentle reminder. "Don't you need to take a shower first?."
"Oh right-"
With Dean gone to the bathroom. You had another 20 minutes to yourself in peace. This time however, you welcomed his presence when he wraps his arms around you yet again.
He didn't even bother getting dressed properly. Opting to go shirtless again paired with a light beige sweatpants.
This time he held you tighter, much like a bear hug. His wet hair hitting your face when he peppers your face with kisses. Making you laugh softly while trying to push him away lightly. "Dean-- babe! At least dry your hair first."
"Not unless you give me some attention too." Dean suggests to you with a small whine. Coercing you to look at him instead. And unfortunately. It was pretty damn hard to resist those big, puppy dog eyes. Causing you too look away abrubtly and your voice to waver. "I can't."
"Why not?" Dean asks, letting out an exhasperated sigh. Pressing another kiss to your cheek once more to convince you to reconsider.
"You know why."
Dean knew exactly why. Even so, he still stuck to you like a Koala needing emotional support. Which was partially true since he hadn't been performing as well as he should lately. Also because he loved how addictively good your scent was. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck much like a cat.
Dean soon pulls up a chair so that he could sit down and have an excuse to have you on his lap. And he was quiet and still for some time. Ocassionally asking about your day and whether or not you've finished yet.
That was until he absent mindlessly starts to kiss your jawline out of boredom. Making you stop midway through a brush stroke and swallow nervously. "Dean."
"Hm?" He hums with his eyes closed. Still continuing his actions like it meant nothing. Like it wasn't making you all hot and bothered by this one simple act of affection.
"You're distracting me." You press on while trying your best not to fold. Going back to your canvas to add in more details. You feel him smirk against your neck. Knowing exactly what effect he had on you. "Am I?"
You let out a tired sigh. Your free hand reaching back to brush through his unruly, slightly damp, golden locks. Seemingly giving up. "I thought you wanted to help."
Going back to the previous comment of him supposedly wanting to help you with 'moral support.' With Dean still rolling with it. "I am helping. "
You set your paint brush down, then turn to look at him with a raised brow. Dean swallows nervously but maintains his cool nonetheless when you spoke. "How is whatever you're doing helping?"
"I'm helping you distress aren't I?" Dean mumbles. Feigning his innocence by giving you his irresistably charming grin that showed off his dimples. Causing your breath to catch in your throat and your cheeks to grow warm. Honestly — there was no way you could argue with that.
That smile alone should be illegal. Because it may have caused your brain to dysfunction for a second.
And before you could answer, he leans in. This time going in for your lips. Gently cradling your face as he kissed you with a satisfied hum.
Short, sweet and completely unfair. Because you melt. Instantly. Eyes fluttering closed while you kiss back. Warmth blossoming in your chest and in the pit of your stomach.
It was only moments later into the kiss that you regain consciousness. Pulling away from his lips briefly in a dazed manner. Cheeks flushed, lids heavy and pupils dilated Then a breathy laugh escapes your lips. Because you knew this was Dean's plan all along. To get you distracted and have you to himself.
"Sorry Dean I love you —" You breathe heavily as you try to regulate your heart rate "But I have to finish this last piece."
"Alright fine. But. I'm staying where I am." Dean insisted. Although you were worried that his thighs might be getting sore from you sitting on them for so long.
10 minutes pass and your on your final brush strokes when you feel his hands began to wander again. Fumbling with the hem of your skirt while kissing your neck slow and with intent.
Then he has the gall to ask you a question in the midst of it all. As if he wasn't slowly making you become undone with his lips. Innocently whispering right beside your ear like the smug bastard that he was. "You almost done?"
Not so discreetly lifting your skirt to expose your thighs and your lace trimmed panties. Teasingly brushing over your clothed cunt. Making your breath hitch and bite back a moan. Despite being considerably aroused, blood thumping in your ears. You turn back to look at him with a look of annoyance. "What do you think?"
He peers down at you through his lashes with a much more lazy grin this time. One that screamed 'high on bliss.' "Maybe?"
Once you do finally finish your work. Dean wastes no time to lift you from his lap and carry you over to his bed. Your shirt being disposed of in the a flurry of frantic motions. Lips never leaving yours even as he lays you down on his bed. Caging you in his arms.
Your mind becoming a haze as his kisses become more hungry. Prying and prodding at the soft muscle with his tongue and teeth. Wanting to illicit more sweet sounds from your pretty mouth.
"Been waiting all day for this..." He murmers against your now wet, kiss swollen lips. His large, caloused hands memorising the curve of your body, ingraining it in his mind. Soaking in every noise you'd make while the bed sheets shuffled beneath you.
Trying to ground yourself as you held his face in your hands. Feeling quite riled up yourself. One being out of frustration, the other out of pure want. "We could've done this much earlier. If you didn't distract me with that stupid mouth of yours."
"Hm... yeah. I'll take the blame for that." He'd laugh softly and muttered a quick apology before you pull him back in again. Softly murmering against his lips that it was okay. His scent intoxicating as it floods your senses. Faint cologne and expensive shampoo, while he pushed you further into the pillow.
"You're so pretty babygirl. So, so pretty." he drawled, voice breaking slightly. The brash coldness of his ring makes you shiver in contrast to your burning skin when he touches you. Deepening the kiss further as he swipes his tongue past your lips to explore your honeyed cavern.
One hand working on the small bundle of nerves over your panties. Now considerably damp due to your arousal. Causing you to let out a muffled moan into the kiss and buck into his hand instinctively.
Dean drowned out the chaos going on downstairs. The sound of doors slamming shut. Logan and Beau bickering over a game — with Tucker trying to impose order but failing miserably. While Garrett was most likely studying in his room with Hannah.
Dean's mission however, was soley focused on making you feel pleasure on a euphoric level. Which he succeeds in doing every time.
"Fuck Dean --... feels so good." You manage to breathe out, while he left open mouthed kisses on your neck, collarbone and shoulder. Nibbling and sucking at the pliant, soft skin as he only hummed in response. Littering your skin with dark hickeys all over your body.
He did have to pull away for eventually for air, as did you. Breathing heavily as you take the chance to properly admire him. Hair more tousled, his slightly tanned skin flushed and had beads of sweat. While his pale blue eyes had darkened, seeing a storm brewing within them.
"Don't stop," you mumbled incoherantly. Words barely making it past your lips. After making you come undone by just his hand. You were incredibly worked up.
Too far gone to even think about anything else but him. And you wanted Dean to finish what he has started. Besides — it was his fault that you were so damn needy for him.
He dips his head down once more. Nose nudging against yours affectionately before diving back in to give you a gentle, loving kiss. Slow and grounding before leaving your lips again.
"Trust me Princess." He murmers. As the rough pads of his thumb swipes across your bottom lip. Smiling down at you. More gentle this time. In contrast to the sly glint in his eyes. Thinking of crude ways to utterly destroy you in bed.
He was here to take care of you. To show you how much you meant to him. His loyal girlfriend. His lucky charm. "I don't plan to."
𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: Dean knew you weren't just another fling that he could simply forget about. A well earned nudge from John Logan was proof of that.
Also — Who knew the best way to solve his issues was for you to come undone beneath his touch?
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Making out, swearing, dirty talk, praising, hickeys, explicit sexual content
a/n: I'm still watching the show so the characters may seem a little ooc. Dean has a literal crisis, Reader majors in art + stays at the hockey house after a flooding issue in her dorm room. This lokey sucks and I'm tempted to delete it but I tried my best :<
More of this pair in this fic ! Please check it out <3
You weren't sure how you got in this predicament. One moment you were downstairs enjoying the party. The next you're beneath Dean, whimpering and cheeks damp from tears of pleasure. Sheets rustling while he pounded into you in a relentless manner. His large, veiny hands greedily keeping you in place.
"Dean..." His name spilling from your kiss swollen lips with a restrained sound. Breath hitching in your throat as you mumbled incoherantly. "S-slow down...!"
Although your voice was like a sweet melody to his ears. He silences you with another kiss. Insatiable for your taste on his tongue. Breaking the kiss briefly to whisper hoarsely against your lips. "Just let me fuck you babygirl. "
Fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of your bare hips as your satin dress had been hiked up completely. The wings that were part of your outfit for the party, crumpled. He made you keep them on the whole half an hour into the session. Claiming that he found it a turn on.
The air was thick with a mix of your arousal and of his strong cologne. As he continues to kiss you, all tongue and teeth. Sloppy and messy due to one too many drinks from the party. Perhaps from the drink challenge he had with Beau.
"Fucking Logan." He'd growl against your reddened lips. Abusing the soft muscle, before prodding past your lips. Thumbing over your hardened nipples while he does so.
Causing you to moan louder and your stomach to flip as he pushes into you further. Skin slapping against skin in as he gathered your slick. Defining every thrust, the filthy sounds filling the room as he does so. "He can't fucking make you cum like I can."
Breathing heavily as his golden chain swings above you in sync with his rugged thrusts. Honestly, you were so dumbed out that you couldn't respond.
Instead, your fingers tugged at Dean's soft, golden blonde locks. As you both kissed eachother breathlessly. With Dean whispering praises at how good you were to him. Your hips arch upwards out of instinct when you lift off the bed to press against him more. A tug of a smirk plays on his lips at your reaction. So pliant, so needy. Just for him.
Your only response resorting to short, breathy moans while Dean engulfs every delectable noise that you made.
"Fuck princess —" He murmers into the kiss. Your face being held in his large hands, rough and insanely warm. But clammy. Angling your head to get a better angle. While he slowly starts to lose himself in pure bliss. "Mmph. You're so good f' me. So fucking good."
Dean's kisses never failed to leave you wanting more. They felt hot, feverish and like always, very driven. Much like how he was on the ice rink.
Overstimulated and sweaty, he tugs off the top half of his Maverick uniform. Right — he hadn't taken it off yet. He was too focused on making you feel good than to think about himself. Which was a first for him.
After 6 months of not seeing you after you departed for your art trip abroad in England. He was determined to prove you now that he was commited. He didn't have to say it. Because you already knew. You always knew.
And the dark hickeys littered on the inside of your thighs, stomach, chest and neck proved it. Much like a messy painted canvas.
Which makes you wonder. Why did he get mad in the first place?
Dean, like usual, was splayed out on the couch. Shirtless with an empty beer bottle in hand, arm dangling off the edge carelessly. And a random puck bunny who he forgot the name of in his arms. He stared up at the ceiling blankly, with sweat clinging to his skin. His mind starting to drift due to the buzz from the alcohol.
Thinking back to distant memories. Not about the time he spent with the boys in the hockey house. No — But of you.
Dean had a crush on you for a while now. A long time actually. A year and a half be exact. Unusual for a guy with a fuck boy reputation.
Since you were Beau's cousin, he'd see you often at family events or small gatherings with friends. And what started as casual conversations, gradually became something more.
He admires your paint stained fingertips whenever you finished an art piece and showed off your portfolio to him. Bright eyed and relieved whenever Dean complimented your work.
He also loves how you're so observant and kind, yet impossible to impress with Dean's charm. Albeit being a lie. You were actually quite smitten by him but you were good at hiding it from him.
Unlike most girls he's met. You carried yourself with a quiet maturity. Meaning, Dean could rely on you for advice. Or emotional support after a bad hockey match. Feeling safe in your arms whenever you comforted him in rare cases where he felt vulnerable.
Then there was last year. Days spent in the Maxwell's summer home for the holidays. Was a memorable summer that he'd never forget. Beau was there too ofcourse. Protective over you as always, even if your mentality was much more mature than his own.
A summer fling. That's all it was. That's all you were meant to be. Yet Dean was finding it ridiculously hard to keep you off his mind. He was obssesed really. Obsessed with your scent, your smile, your sweet voice whenever he had you writhing beneath him.
Bare, with your legs entangled with his under the fresh bedding in a dazed manner. Whispering sweet yet incredibly dirty nothings into your ear in the morning after a night of intamacy.
But most of all, he missed you.
"Can you guys maybe not makeout on the counter during breakfast." Beau would say with a look of disgust. Walking by the couple in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in hand. Mouth full as he spoke as he pointed at them with his spoon. "It's fucking gross."
You scramble away from the blonde man with flushed cheeks and messy hair. Dean, however, tried to go in for another kiss without a care in the world. Even with Beau's judging stare burning into his skull from behind.
"Sorry Beau - " you apologise with a shy grin, breathing heavily. Placing a hand infront of Dean's mouth to stop him from kissing you. Only for him to press a cheeky kiss into your palms. Making you laugh softly. Still, you tried to the insatiable man at a distance. "You heard him Dean. No kissing on the counter."
"Bummer. Beau could've been our audience." Dean mused. Reaching forward to tuck hair behind your air with a smug grin. The suggestive comment causing Beau to choke on his cereal. "DUDE! Nuh uh. Don't drag me into this!"
"I agree with Beau on that one." You chimed in. Getting ready to hop off the counter to make breakfast. Dean helped you in the process since last night's antics made it hard for you to walk. You hold onto his shoulders for support before pressing a small kiss to his cheek with an appreciative smile. "Thanks Deanie."
"Thanks Deanie ~" Beau mimicks you in an overexaggerated childish way. Breaking up the otherwise cute moment. When Dean sets you back down on your feet. His hand slides around your waist, tucking you into his side. He had a sense of pride with you wearing his jersey. It fit you like a glove, like it was meant to be yours.
"Ah -" He spots an empty beer can in the corner of his eye. Snatching it quickly then chucked it towards the brunette. Hitting him directly on the head which even caught Dean by surprise. "Oops. Must've slipped from my hands."
"Oh. So you wanna play it that way huh?" Beau sasses back. Setting aside his cereal bowl with a clatter. He then ran towards the cooler to grab a full can of beer, shaking it up violently. Looking straight at the pair with a smirk and playful glint in his eyes.
"Oh fuck no -!" Dean's mutters, eyes widening in fear before turning to you to lift you off your feet. You let out a surprised sound as he makes a beeline towards the backdoor. Beau chases after the couple as he opens the beer can with a click.
Dean almost trips over the wooden stairs that led to the beach down below. Feeling the warm sand beneath his bare feet with Beau not too far behind. Not even bothering to close the door despite being told off about it multiple times.
Dean turned a corner sharply. Kicking up sand when he does so as he made a run for it. All while you clung onto him for dear life as the two of you laugh uncontrollably.
At some point you look over Dean's shoulder to see that Beau's not too far behind. Hitting his chest dramatically to let him know. "He's gaining on us - Run faster! "
Beau catches up to them eventually with the beer can frothing at the surface in a menacing pace. Albeit the lack of oxgen going to his lungs since Dean was well fater than him. "Can't run from me forever bro!"
Unfortunately for him. Those summer nights weren't long enough for him. Soon being brought back to a cold, seemingly lonely reality. When Beau walks into the dimly lit living room. Making a look of disgust when he see's his semi nude friend on the couch.
He sticks his head in the refrigerator to look for cool beverages. Considering how hot and sticky he felt after hanging outside with Tucker out in the garden. "A little birdy told me something that you'd wanna hear."
Dean lifts his head at the mention of your name falling from Beau's lips. Now more aware of his surroundings as he registers the girl in his arms. Then he groggily asks Beau to confirm what he had just heard. "Come again?"
"Right uhh. She's coming back tonight." Beau replies calmly. Chugging from the can casually like he hadn't just dropped a bombshell of valuable info.
"The fuck you mean she's coming back tonight?!"
Beau just sighs with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "Bro. Do you even read your texts? No wait -- did you look at your phone at all today?"
Dean gets up so abrutly that the girl in his arms fell straight onto the floor with a surprised yelp before staring up at the culprit with a dirty look. He mutters a quick apology before frantically searching for his phone ontop of the kitchen counter where he had last left it.
He lets out a sigh of relief when he does then switches it on, the bright screen making him squint as the sound of multiple pings go off. Sure enough, you had actually sent texts and 10 miss calls. All in the past hour or so.
By the time he was reading through the texts in a panicked manner, you had already landed and were on your way by taxi. Turns out, your trip had to be cut short due to delays at the airport. So you made sure both Beau and Dean knew about it beforehand.
Little did you know that your text messages would send the blonde jock into a worried frenzy.
"Fuck! Uhh." Dean pauses for a moment, hand dragging through his messy locks. Trying to process everything. While the girl who had fallen onto the floor gathers her clothes with a scoff. Pissed yet also confused as to what was going on as she mutters curses to herself about Dean on the way to the front door.
Dean could care less. As harsh as that may seem. He then turned to stare at Beau, wide eyed and utterly dazed due to being drunk. "When did she say she was coming over?"
Beau sighs yet again at his best friends lack of awareness and points to the clock with a cheese stick. "In 15 minutes. She said she's near campus. But I guess I could call her again if you're so worried."
Dean nods in agreement, swallowing nervously as his adam apple bobs from the motion. Watching Beau intently as he rings your number on his phone.
"It's alright Beau. I'll be fine." You reassured the fussy brunette over the phone. As he kept on insisting that he could help you with your things. "Thanks anyway. Oh — And say hi to Dean and the others for me too."
"Sure no problem. But you can tell Dean yourself." Beau muses. When a voice that you knew all too well spoke nearby. Despite his words sounding a little slurred, you knew it was Dean. "Come by yourself Maxwell!"
"Missed you too Dean." You smile to yourself after hearing his voice. Knowing he must be right next to Beau with a boyish grin that you grew to love, and a beer in hand. "Oh right. I just got a call from Allie saying that my dorm room's flooded. So I might have to stay over for a couple of days."
Beau being Beau, ignores your last comment entirely and decides to make fun of the situation instead. While Dean starts to freak out at the mention of you staying over. Immediately wondering where you should sleep.
"Aww Deanie she missed you ~" Beau mirrors your comment in a highly exaggerated way. Throwing in kissing noises while he was at it. Causing quite the commotion as the boys started to laugh and you assumed they were also shoving eachother due to the clatter of plates.
Which then earned a good scolding from Tucker in the process. You shook your head with a smile on your face, ending the call not soon after. "Idiots."
It had been a couple of days since your arrival and you seemed to fit in just fine. The boys tried to stay as respectful as the could around you. Meanwhile Dean let you stay in his room. Which came as a surprise to them. Usually because he never brought women to his own bedroom. Notoriously using the living room couch or floor for his hookups.
So imagine Garretts surprise when he walks out his room to see you standing in Dean's bedroom. Quietly painting on your canvas with the faint sound of music playing in the background. As Dean talked to you animatedly behind you with his chin resting ontop of your head.
He didn't really question it. Figuring because you were close with Dean, like a friend, that it should be normal for you to sleep in the same room as him.
"Are you sure you don't want to sleep on the bed?" You ask for the a hundreth time that week. Feeling bad as you peer down at the blonde man, fingers reaching down to brush through his perfectly tamed hair. He looks up at you with a surprisingly soft gaze. For reassurance, he brings your fingers to his lips. Pressing a gentle kiss to your fingertips with a low whisper. "I'm good down here."
What Dean wasn't expecting at all was for Logan to step in and make breakfast for you one morning. A simple, innocent gesture. Yet for some reason, it bugged Dean. Normally he wouldn't be the jealous type. But the way you thanked Logan with such an adoring look in your eyes made him wonder. Should he be jealous?
Another time was when he caught Logan sneaking glances at you at the stands during practice at the hockey rink. Without thinking, the grip around Dean's hockey stick tightens.
Thinking surely, you wouldn't be staring back at him too.
His grip loosens once he see's that you weren't looking at Logan, but at him. Giving him a small wave and a gentle smile. Your fingers like always, covered in paint since you were finishing an art project in your large sketchbook.
A weight lifted off his shoulders as he waves back with his usual boyish grin. Flashing you his dimples that you always adored as he playfully blows you a kiss.
However, that didn't stop you from liking Logan. That was the worst part. Not romantically ofcourse — well, Dean hoped not. But they clicked effortlessly. You two traded sarcastic comments across the dinner table. Logan would remember what items you liked for breakfast, lunch and dinner so that he could help Tucker make them for you. Watched movies together. Spent hours talking together in the living room, helping you with your art projects. Flaunting his 'boy next door' persona.
Meanwhile Dean transformed into some grumpy idiot whenever Logan was around. With the party being his last straw.
The boys decided to throw yet another big party one weekend. Dean was searching for you in the large crowd. His head thumping rigorously and adrenaline pumping through his veins due to the cheap alcohol and beer he consumed in the past hour or so. Doing drink challenges with his friends and most importantly Beau. Considering it was their shared birthday.
It made sense, Dean being dressed as Maverick. While Beau was Goose. An iconic dynamic pair.
Dean wondered who you'd come as. He figured maybe Hannah would come as your partner. He stops dead in his tracks when he see's who you're with.
Logan was with you in the living room. His arms around your shoulder as the pair engage in a conversation on the couch. You wore a satin white dress that stopped just above your knees, exposing your thighs. Paired with little angel wings on your back and a pair of satin embossed heels that looked just like ballerina shoes.
Dean was about to turn around and leave them alone.
That was until he see's Logan whisper something in your ear. And the look you had on your face made Dean wonder what he could have possibly said. You were at a loss for words, mouth agape and the tips of your ears turning pink. Then, Logan smiles at you. A genuine smile. And like the gentleman that he was, he leans in to wipe off the smudges of left over icing on your cheeks.
"Holy shit." Garrett mutters. Interrupting the somewhat intense staring session Dean had just now. Dean turns to look at him with an exhasperated groan. "What?"
"Dude. You're jealous. Don't even deny it."
"No I'm not." Dean scoffs. Quickly glancing at the pair as he picks up a red cup from the counter. Taking a swig before chucking it near the overfilled bin, completely missing it as it lands on the outside.
He takes another look that would inevitably piss him off. Logan whispered something in your ear again that made you laugh. As he not so descreetly point to Dean with his cup.
Garrett starts to wheeze when he see's his friends face. Deciding to put an arm around him and give him some advice. "Just talk to her man. I'm sure it's all a misunderstanding."
Yet Dean could'nt stop looking at the couple. Garretts words going in one ear and coming out the other. Soon he's at a breaking point when he see's Logan lean in impossibly close. Without thinking, he pries away from Grarretts clutches and weaves his way through the crowd.
'Yeah. He's pissed.'
Garrett doesn't stop him, wanting to see what sort of Drama would unfold as Hannah joined his side. Also curious.
Both you and Logan looked up towards the distresses blonde. You were the first to speak up. Growing slightly concerned as Dean seemed to find it hard to say something. Chest heaving and sweat clinging to his skin. "Dean? You okay?"
Logan knew exacly why came over as he fought back a grin. He had an inclining that Dean had a crush on you. But had no reason to make a move unless he witnessed something he couldn't ignore. "Need something?"
"Yeah. You bet I have a fucking problem." Dean replies quick and sharp. Almost catching Logan offguard as the tall man in the khaki green costume reaches for you.
You let out a small gasp as Dean bends down to hook his hands under your thighs. Lifting you effortlessly infront of everyone. Stormy blue eyes staring down at Logan before turning on his heel. While you clung onto him, looking around frantically as your cheeks began to feel warm from everyone staring as Dean walks past to head for the stairs.
Some guests cheered Dean on while others murmured amongst themselves. Jules ofcourse, caught everything with their phone as Dean makes it up the stairs with ease. "Oh this is Gold. "
"Took him long enough." Logan muses while Garrett handed him a $20 bill. With Garrett adding in another comment with a breathy laugh. "Didn't know he had it in him."
"God -- I'm so gonna walk in on them making out on the kitchen counter tomorrow." Beau groans in annoyance. Once again traumatised by the whole ordeal. Also hands Logan the same ammount. Leaving only Tucker as the exempted one since he knew Dean would break at some point.
𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: A summer fling. That's all it was. That's all you were meant to be. Yet Dean was finding it ridiculously hard to keep you off his mind 𓇼
a/n: I'm still watching the show so Dean and Beau might seem a little ooc. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this little snippet! ( Main fic here! )
Dean, like usual, was splayed out on the couch. Shirtless with an empty beer bottle in hand, arm dangling off the edge carelessly. And a random puck bunny who he forgot the name of in his arms. He stared up at the ceiling blankly, with sweat clinging to his skin. His mind starting to drift due to the buzz from the alcohol.
Thinking back to distant memories. Not about the time he spent with the boys in the hockey house. No — But of you.
Dean had a crush on you for a while now. A long time actually. A year and a half to be exact. Which was unusual for a guy with a fuck boy reputation.
Since you were Beau's cousin, he'd see you often at family events or small gatherings with friends. And what started as casual conversations — gradually became something more.
On a deeper level? He'd became more comfortable around you. More open.
Soon, you become the person he looks for first whenever he entered a room.
He admires your paint stained fingertips whenever you finished an art piece and showed off your portfolio. Bright eyed and relieved whenever Dean complimented your work.
He also loves how you're so observant, have a great sense of humour, yet impossible to impress with Dean's charm.
Which was a lie, you are indeed quite charmed by him. You were just good at hiding it from him.
Unlike most girls he's met. You carried yourself with a quiet maturity. Meaning, Dean could rely on you for advice. Or emotional support after a bad hockey match. Feeling safe in your arms whenever you comforted him in rare cases where he felt vulnerable.
Then there was last year. Days spent in the Maxwell's summer home for the holidays. Was a memorable summer that he'd never forget. Beau was there too ofcourse. Protective over you as always, even if your mentality was much more mature than his own.
"Can you guys maybe not makeout on the counter during breakfast." Beau would say with a look of disgust. Walking by the couple in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in hand. Mouth full as he spoke as he pointed at them with his spoon. "It's fucking gross."
You scramble away from the blonde man with flushed cheeks and messy hair. Dean, however, tried to go in for another kiss without a care in the world. Even with Beau's judging stare burning into his skull from behind.
"Sorry Beau - " you apologise with a shy grin, breathing heavily. Placing a hand infront of Dean's mouth to stop him from kissing you. Only for him to press a cheeky kiss into your palms. Making you laugh softly. Still, you tried to the insatiable man at a distance. "You heard him Dean. No kissing on the counter."
"Bummer. Beau could've been our audience." Dean mused. Reaching forward to tuck hair behind your air with a smug grin. The suggestive comment causing Beau to choke on his cereal. "DUDE! Nuh uh. Don't drag me into this!"
"I agree with Beau on that one." You chimed in. Getting ready to hop off the counter to make breakfast. Dean helped you in the process since last night's antics made it hard for you to walk. You hold onto his shoulders for support before pressing a small kiss to his cheek with an appreciative smile. "Thanks Deanie."
"Thanks Deanie ~" Beau mimicks you in an overexaggerated childish way. Breaking up the otherwise cute moment. When Dean sets you back down on your feet. His hand slides around your waist, tucking you into his side.
He had a sense of pride with you wearing his jersey. It fit you like a glove, like it was meant to be yours.
"Ah -" He spots an empty beer can in the corner of his eye. Snatching it quickly then chucked it towards the brunette. Hitting him directly on the head which even caught Dean by surprise.
"Oops. Must've slipped from my hands."
"Oh. So you wanna play it that way huh?" Beau sasses back. Setting aside his cereal bowl with a clatter. He then ran towards the cooler to grab a full can of beer, shaking it up violently. Looking straight at the pair with a smirk and playful glint in his eyes.
"Oh fuck no -!" Dean's mutters, eyes widening in fear before turning to you to lift you off your feet. You let out a surprised sound as he makes a beeline towards the backdoor. Beau chases after the couple as he opens the beer can with a click.
Dean almost trips over the wooden stairs that led to the beach down below. Feeling the warm sand beneath his bare feet with Beau not too far behind. Not even bothering to close the door despite being told off about it multiple times.
Dean turned a corner, kicking up sand when he does so as he made a run for it. All while you clung onto him for dear life as the two of you laugh uncontrollably.
At some point you look over Dean's shoulder to see that Beau's not too far behind. Hitting his chest dramatically to let him know. "He's gaining on us - Run faster! "
Beau catches up to them eventually with the beer can frothing at the surface in a menacing pace. Albeit the lack of oxgen going to his lungs since Dean was well fater than him.
"Can't run from me forever bro!"
Yeah. That time was long gone now. Just a fond memory in the back of his mind.
Lando legit starts to lose control of himself around you— after accidently consuming Aphrodisiac (love) chocolate. Then he realised something. Seeing you behind Toto's back was if anything, a pretty stupid idea.
So — when you get into an almost fatal accident. Lando finally asks you to be his. With or without Toto's approval.
𑣲𝑨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ⤵︎
Reader is a Wolff, Secret non-official relationship with Lando, Oscar being fed up with you both, Merc Family mentioned and has slight angst?
Pease give feedback in the comments. Let me know if you guys like this sort of writing style 🙏
.✦ ݁˖ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⤵︎
Suggestive content!! Soft dom Lando, cursing, praise kink, but nothing too explicit occurs
Singapore's air was crackling with all sorts of tension that Sunday night. Your team briefing had lasted longer than expected. Discussing your near collision with Dorianne, who you already had apologised to. It was no excuse really. When you're in such a high pressure state battling for a World Champion title. Mistakes like that happen quite often.
Toto was looking for you not too shortly after. You'd been avoiding him like a living palgue ever since the race ended. Jack refused to say anything after you bribed him with signed collectables from his favourite drivers. So all who was left was Susie. Your mother.
"Der Schatz. Where is she?" Toto asks his wife with crossed arms and a raised brow. He had barged into the briefing room unannounced where everyone had just started packing up their notes and spreadsheets. All avoiding his intense gaze as he scans the room for your figure.
Suzie gives a small shrug. Too busy typing on her laptop, but aknowledged his presence. Already guessing what his facial expression could be.
After typing the last few words. She finalls turns to her right to look up at him. "Mm well. I'm not my daughter's keeper am I?"
"That's no reason to let her off the hook so easily." Toto sasses back. Pulling out a chair, taking a seat, rubbing his temple in frustration. Considerably over his stubborn daughters antics. "She probably went out to see that boy again."
That 'boy' he was referring to, being Lando.But, as it turns out. You were with Oscar.
He also needed some time to de-compress too after an excrutiatingly long race. He met up with you shortly after bumping into you in the media pen. Both agreeing to play padel to talk about the race and other uninteresting topics that occured during the weekend.
George was resting so he couldn't join you. With how insanely hot and humid the cockpit was. It was understandable that he opted to stay back at the hotel rather than join you in a session of padel. Kimi felt the same. Except he was more disappointed rather than feeling deflated.
"I could've done better you know?" He had told you with a tug on your sleeve during an interview. Which made you feel for the young Italian. He was still learning. Still, for a rookie he still had so much potential. You could see it, and so does Toto.
"You'll do better next time. I know you will." Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze along with a convincingly supportive smile.
Was it a lie? Maybe. No driver could ever predict or determine what could happen in a race. Even if they had the Verstappen mentality.
Now. Back at the padel court? There were other matters to attend address. According to a certain Aussie.
Oscar throws a ball at you. Light, and precise. Bouncing off of your head while you texted in a hurried manner. He clicks his tongue when he see's your oddly concerned facial expressions. Brows bunched and bottom lip jutted out.
"Is it Lando?" No response. He throws another ball at you. "Hello?..."
"You're not seriously texting him again are you?" Oscar sighed as he tilted his head back dramatically. Rolling his eyes in amusement when you pick up your phone in the middle of your paddle session.
You muttered quick apology before putting down your phone again. Your padel racket resting on your shoulder when you turn to look at him with the tap of your foot. "He's drunk texting me again. His spelling mistakes are worse than usual... you think he's okay?"
"Yeahh I mean. He's with Max."
Oscar could see the glint of worry in your eyes as you regain your composure to hit the ball. He readies himself to hit it back towards your direction with such ease and precision that it almost catches you offguard.
The Aussie snickered quietly when you miss and ran after the ball. "You know he's a grown adult. There's no need to dote on him like a kid."
You sighed in frustration. Oscar doesn't know that you Lando had been seeing eachother for a while. So ofcourse you'd worry about him. He tends to do stupid things when hes drunk. You hoped at least Max was there to keep an eye on him since you can't.
Still, you kept your cool and played innocent. Raising a brow at him as you gave him the 'are you serious' look. "Right. You're totally right. It's just -"
"Complicated?" Oscar finishes off. Causing you to look at him wide eyed. At a loss of words at his insanely good guess. "Yeah."
Unbeknownst to you, Oscar knew the gist of the situation. Both his friends were in denial. Lando was actively looking for a new girlfriend. Even though he just so happens to have the perfect girl right infront of him.
He had a feeling he might be drawing a line since you were Toto's eldest daughter. And that man was crazy protective over you.
As for you. You chose to deny it no matter how many times Oscar would tell you to do something about it.
Meanwhile, a certain curly haired brunette was looking for you. Max had just dropped him off at the hotel and thought that was the end of his problems. Little did he know that by leaving him on his own. He'd make quite a dizzying beeline towards your room at the end of the hallway.
His head was pounding but he still wanted to see you. Be in your loving presence.
"Now you're making me feel dumb." You groan in annoyance. Childishly pushing aside the spreadsheets on the counter.
"Sorry. I thought you knew." Oscar retorted with a small laugh. Giving a reassuring pat on your shoulders with a classic, boyish grin. The man was considerably good at giving you great racing advice that it seriously annoyed you.
He then turns to your door, reaching for the handle. He hears footsteps echoeing in the corridor and he freezes. Then a smile appears on his lips. "Sounds like you have company."
Oscar opens the door to reveal Lando. Who was surprised to see his teammate coming out of your room. Yet he didn't seem to bat an eye. Just whispered a quick goodbye to him as Oscar left with an amusing grin. "See you tomorrow mate."
Knowing Lando was smitten for you for sure.
He takes a look at you for a moment in the dimly lit room. Seems like you had just gotten out of the shower since your hair was still damp. His eyes rake over your body to drink in your appearance. As you wore nothing but just an oversized sleep shirt and a pair of tennis shorts that hugged your thighs perfectly. Fuck.
Despite him intensely undressing you with his eyes. You sigh. Opening up your arms like an invitation. And he takes the offer insanely quick. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a needy kitten.
"You okay?" You whispered softly. He didn't answer.
All that was on Lando's mind was how insanely good you smelled. Too good... ' What the fuck was in that chocolate? '
"Missed you." He'd says. Voice tantelisingly low and hoarse. Ofcourse he had the ability to make you buckle at the knees with just a few simple words.
"Need you bad." He whispers, quieter this time. Desperate, yet needy. Hot lips kissing a trail from your jawline down towards your neck and eventually, your collarbone. Lazily lapping at the soft, tender skin with his tongue. Completely enamoured by your scent. His hands going all over your body in a crazed, delirious manner. "Gimme."
He's not sure what type of chocolates he had during in that odd club party he attended just an hour ago. But you had a solid guess as to what is was. "Lando hold on — ! "
"No please." He whimpers when you pull away briefly to talk some sense into him. He stares down at you, cheeks flushed. Lids heavy, overstimulated and sweaty. His dark brown curls sticking to his forehead. Practically heaving as his chest rises up and down. "Just let me fuck you."
With such a pathetically needy look on his face, there was no chance of rejection. So you give in. Reluctantly nodding. Then he smiles. Like genuinly smiles, the one that shows off his dimple. As if you've just given him a reward.
'Fuck it.' You thought.
Lando almost instantly melts when he feels your lips search for his. As the soft pads of your fingers brushed his cheeks affectionately draws him in. You could care less who he see's. As long as he had time for you.
When your lips finally connected with his in a hurried frenzy. Soft, hot and breathy. Lando makes a strained noise. Surprised but needy.
"Fuck babe." He whimpers against your lips. Your face being held in his large hands, rough and insanely warm. But clammy.
Angling your head to get a better angle as incoherant words were said into the kiss. While he slowly starts to lose himself in pure bliss. "Mmph. So good f' me. So, so good."
Biting your bottom lip. Abusing the soft muscle, before prodding past your lips to suck on your tongue instead. Causing your stomach to flip. While Lando engulfs every delectable noise that you made.
Your fingers entangled in his curly locks as you tug at it. Knowing that was one of his weaknesses. He buckles. Groaning into the kiss in satisfaction as his bulge strains against his boxers. And you instinctively pull him closer to feel him more.
"Cheeky." He'd murmer, smirking against your lips. Amused but also extremely aroused. Frantic hands reaching for the hem of your t-shirt as he rides it up. Brushing past your bra. Thumbing greedily over your hardened nipples. Causing you to whimper in response as you felt his member pressing onto the side of your thighs.
He lifts you effortlessly. Your legs wrapping around his hip as he holds them tightly. Never breaking the kiss as he moves towards your bed.
As Lando was ready to completely devour you beneath him.
Memories of that fateful night's encounter became a blur. Today should have gone smoothly for you. Considering this was your second season with Dorianne on a circuit that you enjoyed.
Yet the streets of Monaco had never been so quiet. Not for the fans, or the drivers, or the race engineers. Just Lando.
The crash replay still looping on the giant screens. A sudden lock up into Sainte Dèvote caused you to hurtle into the barrier. Causing the car to rest on it's side with smoke coming out. Then silence before the radio crackled to life.
"Driver is okay."
Toto, Susie and everyone else present in the paddock breathed again. Including the Mclaren team and especially Lando. He was honestly extremely scared. That could've ended badly for you. And he wasn't sure he could deal with living in a world without you.
He knew you for years now. Since your days in Formuls 2. You, his best friend and now soon to be lover.
Three years of friendship.
Three years of denial.
Three years of having to watch you date other guys.
He had to make things right with you. Even if it meant confronting your scary dad who looked like he was out to get him.
Now Lando stood outside the medical centre waiting room. Pacing back and forth in an impatient manner. Oscar had been witnessing him do that for almost an hour. "Mate. You're wearing a hole in the floor."
"I'm not pacing." He retorts rather quickly. While Oscar rolls his eyes with his arms folded. "You walked past me 17 times."
"You must be imagining it."
Oscar was about to answer to that with a witty comment until being interrupted with the sound of your door opening.
You step out. There were noticeable scracthes on the top part of your cheeks since you had opened your visor to see after the crash. Arm in a sling. Very much alive. A smile appears on your lips to see both Lando and Oacar blinking back at you in concern.
"Wow. You two look terrible."
Lando nearly laughs from relief. Taking a few strides towards you to pull you into his arms. He was careful not to squeeze you too hard though. "Thanks for that."
"No seriously. Have you slept?"
"Huh. You literally crashed into the barriers at high speed in a near fatal crash. What do you think?" Lando answers back. Full of sass. His voice muffled as he takes the moment to press a kiss ontop of your head.
Oscar had slipped out by the time you looked back towards the chair where he was sitting. "And?" You pressed on. Unaware that Lando was in complete turmoil right about now.
"And I thought --" his voice cracks. Stopping himself midway through his sentence to bite his bottom lip. Tears already welling up in his eyes. You step away slightly and peer up through your lashes to look at him. Then your smile faded. Okay, now you were concerned. "Lando? Is something wrong?"
For a moment. Everything and everyone in the hallway seemed to be at a standstill. He stares at the floor then back up at you. Repeating the action as he lets out a strained exhale. "I thought I was going to lose you."
"Lando-" was all that you could seem to say. Your free hand reaching up to cup his face. Coercing him to look at you. He sniffled, laughing softly. Eyes slightly red and puffy while you wiped away stray tears that ran down his cheeks. "I know this is a horrible time."
"It really is." You mused. Lando laughs more as you try to lighten the mood. "When they showed your crash on the screen. Idk I --... I realised something."
You tilt your head and urge him to carry on. He leans into your touch as he begins to calm down. "I need to stop pretending that we aren't something more."
"I love being your best friend." He carries on. Bringing your hand to his lips. Pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "But I also want you to be mine. Officially. If you'll have me?"
"Oh." Was your response. It wasn't a surprised 'oh.' Which made Lando's stomach drop. "Oh?"
"You idiot." You say, pointing to your good arm. Lando, confused, blinks a few times before answering. "Excuse me?"
"You complete idiot."
"I feel like I'm being insulted after a vulnerable moment." Lando retorts with a sigh. Raking his fingers through his hair as he makes sense of your comment. That is, until you finally tell him why. "You waited until I almost get wiped out of existence?"
"So?" Lando asks casually.
"So --? We could've easily resolved this issue if you had just told me about this earlier." You iterated with a dramatic hand gesture in the air. Lando watches you with his mouth hung open. Unable to respond to that.
"I'm say yes. We can make be together. Just -- tell me what's on your mind next time. Yeah?"
"Like...yes, yes?" Lando asks twice. Just to make sure he wasn't hearing things. As he was a little sleep deprived. You scoffed and shook your head in disbelief. "How many kinds of ' yes' ' are there?"
Then a grin spreads across his face. The tips of his ears turning pink, so does the apples of his cheeks. And before you could say anything else. He pulls you in by the waist. Immediately searching for you lips. Kissing you soft and slow.
Smiling into the kiss like a love crazed idiot. Which he was. You laugh softly at his enthusiasm as he held you in place carefully. Steadily. Like he couldn't believe this was really happening. "Took you long enough."
"Hey. Don't put this on me! Your dad is the one I was worried about."
"Oh is that so?" A familiar voice echoes down the hallway. Making the young couple freeze. The once lovely bubble they were in. Burst.
Indeed it was Toto. Standing there with his arms crossed and an unreadable look on his face.
"Oh uhh - hey dad." You say with a tight lipped grin. Immediately took a step back. Lando gulps nervously, his adam apple bobbing as he does so. Wanting the earth to swallow him whole.
Toto looks between the two. Back and forth as if analysing their behaviour. Then he sighs, with a hand running down his face before he speaks. "Finally."
"What?" You blink. Obviously not believing what you were hearing. While Lando shifts uncomfortably beside you. Not so casually searching for your hand for support.
"I'm not stupid. Do you think I haven't seen you two sneaking around? How exhausting it's been watching this for the past year?"
"You knew?"
"Young lady. Everyone knows." Toto says to his daughter in a sassy tone. His eyes then sharply drifting to Lando. "You young man. Make it pretty obvious too."
Lando groans and covers his face with his hands. Feeling his cheeks warm with embarrassment. Both Oscar and Kimi had been listening into the intense conversation around the corner. The words leaving the teen's lips before he could stop. "I KNEW IT."
And the first time since that entire chaotic weekend in Monaco. Everyone laughed.
Still. Lando would ofcourse get the Toto lecture about keeping boundaries and to never break your heart in any way. Or else he had an angry Austrian to deal with.
