flight 22 - kali uchis.
DEAN HUIJSEN X READER
warnings: fluff! penugem
just for fun, don't take it seriously.🩵
"This won't work, babe," he said, pulling away from you. "Not this time."
"But it's worked other times," you replied, pouting.
"I won, and you owe me $20, two dollars per goal."
"Can I pay you another way?" Your hands ran around Dean's waist and wrapped around him. Your feet were on the edge in a failed attempt to reach him, but he seemed like a huge wall to be climbed. Around other people, you seemed tall, but next to him, Dean was like a pygmy.
"And what would be your form of payment?" He was mimicking your gesture as his arms wrapped around your shoulders to pull you closer.
"You choose." You liked to give him options, even though you knew exactly what he would choose.
"I want my $20," he said with a winning smile on your face.
"Dean," you scolded him. "You completely ruined the moment." You and Dean liked to make bets, even on the silliest things. You'd win some, he'd win some, and in the end, the winner would choose the prize. This time, you'd bet two dollars per goal on FIFA Mobile. Dean scored a 10, and you scored zero.
At first, it wasn't that difficult to play, but then he increased the level, and when you realized there was no way you could win, you tried to distract your opponent with kisses. On the back of the neck, on the chin, on the cheek, and on stolen pecks. The tactic seemed to work; you only conceded four goals after using it.
"How about massages for a week?" your eyebrow arched.
"Done," you said, as if you'd just closed a million-dollar deal. Dean liked that; you were good-natured and he was calm.
The first session was the night after the bets, and Dean, who had been perfectly healthy the day before, had turned into a complete baby full of pain.
"Just for the record, I know you're not in pain," you said, smiling at him, "and that you're taking advantage of my massage skills."
You were right, he was perfectly fine, but teasing you was his favorite sport.
"Maybe," he teased back, "but you'll never know." The last part sounded like a challenge, and he lay face down for a back massage. "I think my neck and legs hurt too." That suspicious look appeared on you again.
"Here," you lightly squeezed the taller man's calf, eliciting a soft hiss from him. "It feels great," finally eliciting a laugh from him.
Your fingers were nimble and slender, making the massage easier. Dean's body twitched depending on the area you touched. He had a ticklish back, a fact you found adorable. "Now, closer to the neck," he indicated, pointing with the top of his shoulder.
"You're quite the boss, don't you think?" His hands touched his trapezius, circling the area, and a completely immersed and relaxed Dean appeared.
"No more than you," he said with a winning smile. "I guarantee it."
He looked so cute in that position, completely relaxed and free of any worries other than the massage, his eyes closed, enjoying the moment.
Without Dean noticing, you jumped on him like a koala and fixed himself like one, your lips going straight to the curve of his neck.
"What are you doing?" he asked with a huge smile on his face. "I'm ticklish there." No matter how hard he tried to pull away or reduce the area affected by his kisses, it was useless, so he could only enjoy it without resistance.
You peppered Dean's face, neck, and nape with kisses. Watching you do that felt good. He liked that feeling, he liked your love language. However, he couldn't miss the opportunity to tease you.
"Are you always this clingy?" He wiped your kiss away just to irritate you.
"So it's like that?" You pulled away from him and turned your back to him.
The taller man grabbed you by the waist and brought you close. This time he was in charge, gripping your body just as you had his. Dean teased you the same way you had and peppered your face with kisses.
"Are you always this clingy?" he mimicked. He knew it, he could tell by the sound of your voice and the grimace you made.
"Only when there's a pretty girl next to me who knows how to massage like no one else." You hated it when he said cute things like that because it melted you inside, and he knew it. He could tell by the way a shy smile crept across your face, as well as by the fact that you didn't look at him and averted your gaze to the necklace. on his neck.
Dean's hands rose to her face and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, followed by a peck on the tip of her nose, then moved down to her mouth, where he placed a passionate kiss. His body lay on top of hers.
Your hands touched the back of Dean's neck to maintain the balance of the kiss. The feeling was good, a genuine warmth taking over your body just from being touched and desired by him.
"I hope this is your way of saying you love me and not paying off your debt," he teased.
Kisses were your modus operandi for paying off your bets, until he forgot and you made a new one. He knew your kisses were worth more than that bet. It was fun to see your dedication to trying to make him forget, but it was more fun to enjoy your kisses.
"Give me a million more of those and your bet is paid off," he said, smiling as he touched your lips with his thumb.
"Your wish is a command," you replied, pulling him closer by the necklace and wrapping your free arm around his neck.