caught on thanksgiving | dean di laurentis ✶
summary: in which beau walks in on his younger sister tangled up in dean’s lap moments before thanksgiving dinner, forcing the entire hockey house to endure one painfully awkward meal filled with knowing looks, relentless chirping, and dean very seriously considering transferring schools.
pairing: dean di laurentis x maxwell!reader
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the late afternoon sunlight filters softly through the thin blinds of dean's bedroom, casting warm golden stripes across it.
dean appreciated the moments he spent over thanksgiving with his friends more than anything. there were times however, when all he wanted was to spend time alone, in the presence of just you.
now, was one of those times.
dean's hand slides slowly along your waist as he shifts closer toward you on the bed, guiding you naturally into his lap without breaking the kiss.
you swiftly reposition yourself so that you're straddling him, your arms wrapped loosely around his neck while his hands remain on either sides of your waist, keeping you steady.
“dean,” you laugh quietly against his mouth.
“guess we'll just have to be quiet then.”
you pull back slightly, your cheeks turning a crimson red from his words.
“tucker will literally come looking for us.”
dean's lips find your collarbone, lingering at a spot he had learned was your weakness, smiling faintly to himself when he feels you react beneath him.
“tucker’s got bigger priorities right now, most of them involving food.”
you laugh softly again before his face moves closer towards yours, closing the very minimal distance that had been separating the two of you. he cups your cheek before planting a soft, chaste kiss to your lips.
his lips were warm and soft, familiar in a way that made your chest loosen instantly. your lips parted slightly as you smiled into the kiss, and he took the opening to deepen it for a brief moment before gently pulling back. his hand stayed cradling your cheek, thumb lingering there as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go.
"still think it's an issue that everyone's home?" he questions teasingly, watching as you shake your head in response.
the room feels warmer now.
your fingers slide through the hair at the nape of his neck and dean lets out the softest exhale against your lips, the sound nearly making your brain stop functioning entirely.
“you have no idea what you do to me, y/n” he murmurs quietly.
your cheeks flush instantly.
“what?” he asks innocently, though the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth ruins the act completely.
you shake your head, trying to hide your smile while he watches you with obvious amusement.
god, he loved flustering you.
his hands pause briefly at the hem of your top, his gaze flicking up toward yours.
there’s something almost unfair about how gentle he sounds when he says it. you nod immediately, fingers curling lightly into the front of his sweater.
his expression softens slightly at your answer before he slowly lifts your top upwards, careful not to rush you.
the cool air hits your skin instantly once the fabric disappears over your head, leaving you suddenly far more aware of the way dean is looking at you now.
like you’ve completely stolen every coherent thought from his brain.
his eyes drift slowly over you before he exhales quietly through his nose, almost like he forgot how to breathe properly for a second.
“you're beautiful, baby” he murmurs softly.
your cheeks warm immediately.
“stop it,” you laugh quietly, suddenly embarrassed beneath the intensity of his attention.
“what?” he asks innocently, though the awe in his voice is impossible to miss.
“just appreciating my girlfriend.”
his hands settle carefully against your waist again, thumbs brushing lightly against your skin while he leans forward to kiss you once more.
the kiss turns deeper almost instantly.
dean’s fingers slide gently along your back before stopping against the clasp of your bra.
you feel him hesitate slightly.
like he always was with you.
“this still okay?” he asks quietly against your lips.
you nod softly, your forehead resting briefly against his.
his lips curve upwards faintly before he presses another soft kiss against your mouth, one hand still resting securely at your waist while the other awkwardly attempts to undo the clasp behind your back.
you feel his fingers fumble slightly before he exhales dramatically.
“who invented these things?” he mutters under his breath.
you laugh softly against his lips.
“i’m being set up for failure.”
his fingers brush clumsily against your skin again before he narrows his eyes in concentration.
"i spend six days a week throwing around hundreds of pounds in the gym, and a tiny clasp is what humbles me."
you grin, shifting slightly to help him.
“maybe because you’re rushing.”
his cheeks flush immediately while a crooked smile appears across his face.
your stomach flips embarrassingly fast at the tone in his voice.
a second later there’s finally a soft click as dean succeeds.
“holy shit,” he breathes quietly, sounding genuinely relieved.
you laugh harder this time as he shakes his head once in disbelief at himself.
“don’t laugh at me,” he says, though he’s smiling too.
his hands slide carefully along your sides afterwards, touch soft and warm as he presses a trail of kisses beneath your jaw again.
“i love you,” he murmurs quietly against your skin.
your heart melts instantly. dean was always like this with you, sweet and gentle in all the ways that mattered most. beneath the confidence, the teasing grin, and the easy charm he showed everyone else, there was this softer side reserved just for you.
your fingers drift beneath the hem of his sweater, tracing lightly along the defined muscles of his stomach and dean exhales quietly at the feeling.
his forehead rests briefly against yours afterwards, cheeks flushed, hair messy beneath your hands. he was completely gone for you.
“you’re staring again,” you whisper teasingly.
his words linger between you before he leans in again, pressing another kiss just beneath your jaw. you close your eyes for a moment, letting yourself sink into the warmth of it, quietly savouring the feeling.
“you’re trouble, di laurentis.”
“yeah", he responds easily, lips brushing your skin again, “but you love me for it.”
before you can respond, the bedroom door suddenly swings open and everything freezes instantly.
beau stops mid sentence, his jaw falling agape.
your eyes widen immediately as you turn toward the doorway while dean goes completely still beneath you. beau stands there holding his phone in one hand, his expression blank with horror.
his eyes flick between you sitting in dean’s lap, dean’s hands still very obviously around your waist, and the fact that neither of you had moved fast enough to make the situation look any better.
your discarded top is somewhere on the other side of the room, leaving you painfully aware that you're still only wearing your bra.
before you can even think of what to say, dean's arm tightens around you, pulling you closer against his chest. one hand slides up between your shoulder blades as he angles his body in front of yours, shielding you from beau's line of sight.
the movement is instinctive.
“oh my god,” beau says flatly.
dean immediately drops his forehead against your shoulder, keeping you tucked against him.
“please leave," dean murmurs, his voice coming out slightly muffled.
"i just watched my best friend practically inhale my sister."
you let out a horrified noise while dean groans louder, his grip on your waist tightening
"beau-" dean says into your shoulder, sounding like he's reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment.
beau cuts him off instantly, physically pointing at both of you now.
“absolutely not. don’t talk to me right now.”
you feel your face burning with embarrassment while beau physically turns his head toward the hallway ceiling like he’s asking god for strength.
“i’m actually sick. this is why i don't come over here often” he mutters, more to himself and under his breath than to the both of you.
“you knocked for half a second!” dean argues weakly.
beau looks offended. “because i didn't expect to walk into this!"
"that sounds like a personal mistake" dean taunts.
you bury your face in your hands immediately, unable to face your brother who is still stood in the doorway of your boyfriends room.
dean leans back against the bedhead, dragging a hand down his face dramatically.
“i’m transferring schools.”
“good,” beau replies immediately. “do that.”
despite the awkwardness of the situation, a laugh slips out.
beau looks personally betrayed.
beau shakes his head once before backing toward the hallway again.
“dinner’s ready in ten,” he says flatly. “and if either of you make this weird downstairs, i’m telling tucker exactly what i walked in on.”
dean’s eyes widen slightly.
then he disappears back into the hallway, pulling the door shut behind him. silence settles over the room again and dean drops his head back against the wall with a groan.
“we’re never recovering from that.”
you burst into laughter immediately, the awkwardness and humour of the situation finally setting in.
dean points at you accusingly. “this isn’t funny.”
“him saying you inhaled me absolutely was.”
he narrows his eyes before suddenly pulling you closer towards him. you laugh softly as his hands settle back against your waist, familiar and warm.
“still worth it,” he murmurs quietly.
your heart melts embarrassingly fast.
a giddy grin slowly spreads across dean’s face before he shakes his head once.
“your brother is a goddamn cockblock.”
you gasp softly in mock offence before playfully slapping his chest, causing a quiet laugh to fall from his lips.
“what?” he grins. “am i wrong?”
you attempt to slide off his lap again, already knowing if you stayed there any longer you’d never actually make it downstairs, but dean’s hands tighten immediately around your hips, keeping you firmly where you are.
your eyebrows raise slightly at him in confusion before you suddenly feel him shift beneath you.
your breath catches instantly.
dean’s cheeks flush almost immediately as your mouth falls open slightly in realisation.
“dean heyward-di laurentis,” you whisper, horrified and amused all at once. his eyes squeeze shut briefly as he lets out another groan.
“don’t say my full name like that,” he mutters miserably.
“yeah,” he sighs dramatically, glancing up at you again.
“but in my defence, look at you.”
your face warms instantly at the sincerity hidden beneath his teasing tone but before you can respond, a loud voice echoes up from downstairs.
“if you idiots don't get down here right now i'm starting dinner without you.”
immediately, your eyes widen.
dean drops his forehead against your shoulder dramatically. “ignore him.”
he sends you the most painfully pleading look imaginable, his hands still secure against your waist like he thinks physically holding onto you will somehow convince you to stay.
when it very unfortunately almost works, dean notices instantly. his lips twitch upwards slightly, excitement taking over his features.
“baby,” he says softly, voice lower now, “c’mon.”
you narrow your eyes at him immediately. “don’t baby me right now.”
“that sounded way meaner than i think you intended.”
you laugh quietly and dean realises immediately that you aren’t giving in. he places both hands over his face before tilting his head back against his bed dramatically, letting out the most exaggerated groan imaginable.
you laugh harder at the sight in front of you.
“i’m glad one of us finds this funny,” he mutters, though there’s obvious amusement hidden beneath his embarrassment. he stands up slowly, still holding onto your waist as he pulls you up with him.
your hands naturally slide around the back of his neck while dean rests his forehead lightly against yours.
“i’ll tell them you’re in the bathroom and coming down in a few minutes,” you hum softly before leaning up to place a quick kiss against his cheek.
dean exhales quietly at the feeling before narrowing his eyes slightly.
“you’re so gonna pay for this one day, y/n.”
you smirk immediately. “is that a threat?”
you laugh softly before turning toward the bedroom door. you barely make it two steps before dean’s hand lands sharply against your ass.
you gasp audibly, spinning around immediately.
he shrugs innocently despite the smirk painted all over his face.
“sorry. couldn’t help myself.”
you roll your eyes, trying and failing not to smile.
“don’t be too long or tucker will rip into you,” you warn teasingly before slipping out into the hallway.
the noise downstairs grows louder the second you descend the staircase. thanksgiving at the hockey house was always chaos in the best possible way.
the kitchen smells overwhelmingly like garlic, rosemary and whatever tucker accidentally burned earlier, despite promising he was following his mother's recipe book, step by step. music plays faintly somewhere near the living room while everyone talks over each other.
logan notices you first, which is unfortunate.
he’s leaning back in one of the dining chairs beside grace when his eyes flick toward you coming down the stairs. immediately, his eyebrows lift knowingly.
you suddenly become very aware of the fact that you hadn’t checked yourself in the mirror before leaving dean’s room. you feel your cheeks warm instantly as you quickly move toward the table, silently praying dean hadn’t left any visible marks on your neck.
logan watches you the entire way down, very amused.
you slide into your seat beside hannah while trying your hardest to look normal. logan leans back slightly in his chair across from you, arms folded casually.
“where’s dean?” he asks, feigning innocence.
your eyes narrow immediately.
he knows something...or at least suspects something.
“bathroom,” you answer casually, reaching for your water glass. “he’ll be down in a minute.”
“hm,” logan hums thoughtfully, clearly entertained. beside him, garrett glances between the two of you with immediate suspicion.
“why are you both acting weird?”
“we’re not,” you answer far too quickly.
logan snorts. grace lowers her drink slowly, eyes widening slightly as realisation dawns across her face.
“what?” hannah asks immediately, now invested in the conversation before her.
logan grins lazily. “nothing.”
“logan,” grace says, already laughing slightly, “you totally know something.”
before he can answer, beau walks back into the kitchen holding a drink. the second his eyes land on you sitting at the table, he physically pauses before narrowing his eyes.
logan catches it instantly.
“why do you look traumatised?” he asks him.
beau grabs a roll off the table aggressively.
his response of course only makes everyone more interested.
tucker emerges from the kitchen carrying a tray dramatically. “why does it feel like i missed gossip?”
“you did,” beau mutters darkly.
your face burns immediately.
logan’s grin grows wider.
“oh my god,” hannah says slowly, eyes flicking toward you. “did something happen?”
“nothing happened,” you say quickly.
you hear a laugh from across the table, and garrett points directly at you, “that sounded guilty.”
beau lets out a humourless laugh from across the table. “you have no idea.” before anyone can interrogate him further, dean finally appears at the top of the stairs.
sweater sleeves pushed up messily.
logan notices instantly and nearly chokes on his drink.
dean stops halfway down the stairs. “what?”
dean flips him off automatically continuing downstairs. the second he reaches the table, beau looks at him in complete disbelief.
“you came down looking like that voluntarily?”
dean freezes briefly, too briefly.
tucker’s eyes widen dramatically. “wait.”
“don’t,” dean warns immediately.
“wait,” tucker repeats louder, pointing between the both of you now.
“tucker,” you say quickly, your cheeks beginning to flush a deep shade of crimson red.
“no wonder you two disappeared.”
dean drags a hand down his face while logan loses his mind laughing beside grace.
“i hate this house,” dean mutters
“you should,” beau replies immediately. “after what i witnessed.”
hannah gasps loudly and garrett chokes on his drink.
grace physically grabs allie’s arm and tucker slams both hands dramatically against the table.
