oops! (pt 2)
summary: you are obsessed with fictional characters
pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x Reader｜John Tucker x Reader
warning: suggestive context in Dean's part. english isn’t my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!
Dean Di Laurentis x Reader
You’re reading in bed, wrapped up in a dark romance about a prince from an enemy kingdom who has kidnapped a princess who is also a warrior. Suddenly, you feel something, or someone, snaking up your legs beneath the blanket.
“Dean.” You set your book aside and start untangling your goofy boyfriend from the blanket before he suffocates himself. His head finally pops out at the top, coming to rest against your breast.
“You’re too heavy!” Laughing and playfully struggling, you try to push your boyfriend off you, but he doesn’t budge, sprawled across your body.
“Hello to you too, princess.” He winks at you and buries his head into your tits. “I just want to reclaim my territory.
You roll your eyes, grab your book again, and go back to reading. You rest it on his back like a bookstand, unfazed by his ridiculous whining.
“You know how beautiful you are when you’re focused on something?” He kisses your chest. At this point, he’s just worshipping you, eyes sparkling. “What are you reading?”
“The one I mentioned last night when you tried to get in my pants.” You ruffle his hair. “I was reading and you interrupted, remember?”
“Well, I guess I’m gonna make it up to you.”
Dean rolls off you and stretches out at your side this time. He smoothly takes the book from your hands and begins to read aloud for you.
“At that moment, Edmond slams her against the wall, pinning her wrists tightly above her head. ‘So, princess. Have we reached a consensus?’ She stares at him, but there’s nowhere else to go. Eventually, she meets his gaze, frustration flickering in her eyes.”
Dean lets out a low whistle. “Babe, you’re into this type?”
"Hey, show some respect. He’s got a castle and other cool stuff.” You blush and swat his bare shoulder.
Right—Dean’s shirtless. As usual.
“Don’t make fun of me. This is supposed to be you making it up to me.” You glare at him, though you’re not actually mad; you love his voice. You should make him do this more often. “Read. Keep going.”
“Bossy.” He smirks. “Alright, then.”
But you have no idea the plot is about to get spicier. Edmond lifts the princess and starts eating her out. Dean’s voice grows more amused and teasing as he notices you getting more and more flustered.
“I think we should stop here.” You snatch the book from his hands. “I’m tired.”
Dean cocks a brow. “Really?”
“Yes.” You yank the blanket up over your head. “Goodnight.”
“But I still need to compensate you.” Dean hovers over you, slowly lifting the blanket. “Permission to demonstrate my excellent skills for you, princess?”
John Tucker x Reader
Tucker loves having you around when he’s cooking. He lets you put on your favorite playlist and just chill nearby, occasionally asking for help with simple tasks, and you always reply playfully, with “Yes, chef.”
Today, you’re reading a book. Tucker has lifted you onto the counter so you can read in peace while still keeping him company in the kitchen.
You sing along with the song as you turn a page, giggling.
Tucker asks without turning around, slicing mushrooms into pieces. “Did Chest finally decide to do the right thing and get his girl back?”
“His name’s Jess,” you correct him. “And yes. He asks her to forgive him and give him one more chance.”
“I don’t know. I’m on the other guy’s team. Olivia deserves better.” Tucker shrugs. “That Jess guy is a walking red flag. Charles is much better.”
“But he’s making an effort,” you protest. “He defends her in the bar scene, remember?”
“Fair point.” Tucker smiles. He loves how seriously you can talk about fictional men. It’s cute.
By the time you’ve read about twenty-five pages, lunch is already finished.
You glance up at him as he adds the last of the toppings. “I’ve been talking about this book a lot lately.”
“Yes?” Tucker starts washing the dishes. “I’ve noticed.”
“Do you think I need to touch grass or something?” you ask carefully, worried you’re getting annoying.
“No. Why would you think that?” Tucker beams at you. “Your eyes sparkle with passion when you talk about this book. I love it.”
“I was obsessed with a series when I was in elementary school, and I couldn’t stop talking about it with my friends. Eventually, they got tired of hearing about it. I feel like I’m in that situation again.” You set your book down. “If I ever get too overwhelming, please tell me.”
“You will never be overwhelming to me.” Tucker dries his hands and steps between your legs. “Besides, you’ve dragged me into this book, and I’m already genuinely captivated by Charles, so you can talk about it as much as you like.”
He holds your waist and presses a kiss to your forehead. “But if Olivia chooses Jess over Charles, I’m quitting this series on the spot. I’m serious.”
“Babe!”
Satisfied that you’re happy again, Tucker helps you down from the counter and then leans in to kiss you on the lips. “I think I finally figured out why I don’t like Chest,” (“Jess.” You correct him again.) he murmurs against your mouth. “It’s because you’re into him. But guess what? You’re already mine.”
He watches you flush all over and laughs. “Okay, let’s get everyone to the table."