Something, Somehow, Someday Part 2
Bsf!Dean Di Laurentis x bsf!fem!reader
Plot: A week after your best friend left you hanging, you decide it is time to talk about all your feelings. Part one here
Warnings/Plot Lines: swearing, bsfs to lovers, insecure reader, pet names (twice! Baby and sweetheart), crying, kissing, party, NOT PROOFREAD THERE ARE DEFINITELY MISTAKES.
A/n: sorry it took me so long! I just moved into college, also I was debating making this smut but I’ve never written smut before soooo I had no clue where to start. Love u!
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Last week Saturday was an event to say the least. You knew letting him hold you all night was a mistake, because when you woke up, he was gone. A note was left on your fridge, a note that stated at he had to get home to clean up the party. Since then, you have not reached out, because why would you? Dean Di Laurentis was a mess, and he was bringing you down as well.
His texts came in frantic, several a day, even more at night. Calls came as well, voicemail after voicemail and you were losing it. Losing it because you cannot cave. You have already lasted a whole week.
But once Hannah mentioned going to the house for a party after their hockey game you thought a second too long. Hannah jumped up before you could open your mouth to say no.
Hannah knew about everything and she stated that she would stand with you the entire time. Which you knew wasn’t true. Once Garrett pulled her away you knew she would go MIA.
And that is exactly what happened.
Now lean on a wall, sipping the Pepsi that you stole from the fridge. Parties were not your scene, but they were always Dean’s. So, you usually just tagged along with him all night. However, he still does not know you are attending. More texts have come in during the last hour than the whole day.
Dean: I can come over to watch a movie
Dean: The game went well, we won :)
Dean: Hey, I’m sorry please just talk to me.
Dean: This party sucks can I please come over? We can talk.
Him not knowing you were at his house was not a total surprise. There had to be a least a hundred people inside the home with another hundred in the backyard.
"Hey, long time no see" Looking up you see Beau Maxwell smiling his charming smile. Beau was always handsome to you, his dark hair with tan skin seemed to stand out in any crowd he entered. Plus, he is extremely charming, he knew how to make you blush and he liked to do it.
"Hi Beau" you send a smile his way before taking a sip of your can. "Hansome as ever as ever by the way" he clears his throat because that was the last thing he every expected you to say.
"Thanks, Dean's a mess." Beau takes his spot on the wall next to you pointing out the blonde headed man that you have been watching this entire evening. "Hate to get in the drama, but" he pauses for a moment "but he needs you, like bad. Did you watch the game?"
Nodding, you lean your head on Beau's bicep. Beau has always been a good friend to you due to the understanding that you will always love Dean. And Beau loves Dean. So, it became an agreement to love one another as well. Ever since freshman year he loved to have you around and you loved to have him around. When Dean was busy with training, you two would go to breakfast, dinner, games, and even musicals. Your relationship was Beau was very much platonic, yet it was a relationship that you knew was needed. Because for long time it had just been you three. You, Dean and Beau. And you were happy.
"Yeah Beau, he was getting killed out there. Plus, the box pretty much had his name all over it." Wrapping his arm around your shoulders he pulls you into his side.
"He told me about it, and I know that he sucks. But you two need to talk it out. The entire I was at the game he kept looking at me, which means-"
"He was looking for me" you finish "I'm not doing it here Beau, if he wants to talk, he can show me that he wants to talk."
"I know, okay? But Dean loves you more than anything-"
"No, he doesn't Beau, because if he did, he would put in an effort." The music is loud, the people are even louder, and Beau does not even make a sound. He knows you are right; he can't deny it.
"Here he comes" Beau warns, it was a matter of time until Dean would search for Beau. If Dean lost him, then his anxiety started to go through the roof. Once he looked, he spotted you, in your jean shorts and large t-shirt with your hair pulled back into a bubble braid.
"Oh great, please get him-"
"Hey, can we talk" Dean was in front of you before you could finish your sentence to Beau. Sighing you shrug Beau's arm off of you. Your eyes find Beau's who seems to be pleading to give him a chance.
"You get five minutes" Sticking your finger into his chest you walk past him to the stairs because privacy is a must with this conversation. A black-haired girl grabs ahold of my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. Trying to pull my arm away from the girl I say, "get off of me."
"They said you can't go up there." She smiles her bitchy smile. "Oh please" you chuckle pulling your wrist out of her hold.
"She can go wherever she pleases" Dean grumbles putting his hand on your lower back to lead you up the stairs. His hand feels like fire, "don't touch me Dean." He does exactly what you say, putting his hand down he follows you towards his room. Pushing the door open you turn around right away just wanting this conversation to be over so you can ignore him again. Dean closes the door then leans against it not saying a single word.
"Talk" you urge, crossing your arms over your chest. His mouth opens then closes, then his hand cups the back of his neck. Staring into his eyes you scoff, "we are done here." Trying your best get past him he stands his ground leaning on the door.
"I don't know where to start" finally spills from his mouth. You take a step back to see his face, "well get started Dean, time is ticking." Looking down at your watch for dramatic, you clear your throat. He shakes his head "I'm sorry, I feel like a fucking broken record. I have said it about a million times, I have texted, I've called, I-"
"No Dean, you're only sorry because you lost me. Okay? I don't care anymore; I'm done be second best to every girl that you sleep with." Your voice breaks, but you swallow down the ball in your throat. Pushing off the door Dean takes a step towards you, his head drops to look at you in the eyes. You two were close to one another, you could feel the warmth coming off of him. His expensive cologne engulfs your senses, and your brain starts to short circuit. Heart beating fast, cheeks getting hot, and hands that start to shake.
"What do you mean girls I sleep with? You matter ten times more than just a hookup." Your bottom lip trembles because you want to believe him, but you cannot. "You say that, but you don't show it, you spend more times with girls you barley know than with me Dean. And I'm your best friend.... apparently." Dean reaches out to try to hold your arms, but you shrink so his touch does not land on you.
"I-I" he takes a deep breath "They're nothing to me, I care about you so much....that I have beating myself down ever since Saturday. I've been sick all week thinking about the tears that fell because of me." His own finger points into his chest making the statement fierce, "You're my person, I'll admit that I have been treating like shit. I've always known that I need you, but-but I can't it in the way you want. I don't really know how to love a person without doing anything physical and I know that's a prob-"
"Dean" you whisper feeling like your heart has officially cracked.
"No, it's a problem, I want to show you how much I love you, but I can't. I fucking can't so I say it and say it in hopes that that is enough for you."
It is silent for a beat; Dean's eyes are searching for your thoughts. He is aware about what you want but knows deep down that you he can't give that to you without possibly hurting you. Stepping towards him you grab a hold of his loose t-shirt, before pushing him back with a strong force.
"You're enough" push "I need you to be there" push "I want you to want me the same way you want them" push. Tears are flowing, your sobs are loud, and you feel like you want to fall right into the ground. It was embarrassing to hear that he did not want you, it hurt.
Dean grabs ahold of your wrist forcing you to be still. "Shh stop, stop, it's okay" your body betrays you, falling into the man. Shoulders shaking, breath hitching, and broken sobs, Dean rubs your back trying to comfort you.
"I want you to want me the same way" you repeat, clutching his t-shirt. Dean wraps an arm around your waist, lifting you ever so slightly over to the bed. He turns around, taking a seat on his own bed. You stay standing between his legs, using the back your hand to wipe the tears away. He needed to be on your level; he needed to see your face, so he knew how much he destroyed you.
"You don't want me to love you like how I treat them; I don't love them. I love you so much that I can't have sex with you. Because you matter way more to me than just that."
His hands come to wipe away your tears.
"I want you, I've wanted you since high school. But I have can't even have that. I don't need sex Dean I just want you."
Dean nods in understanding, like he finally hears you. "Baby, I know. I've wanted to have you since then too. Our friendship matters to me so much that...I can't be with you. But I am going to be there now, I'll put in the effort I should have. I promise."
"Promise?"
"Yeah, I promise" Your arms come to wrap around his neck; his hand holds your waist. "If you don't show up, I'm done" you sob, and he nods.
“I know, I know I won’t ruin it this time.” Pulling back to look at his face, you realize that he is telling the truth. He was dead serious.
Sniffling, you stay quiet for a moment before asking “will we ever be more?” You bite your fingernail, nervous for his response. Taking ahold of your hand he pulls it away from your face. “Yeah I think we will just not now.”
“Can I ask you something” you whisper taking this conversation in a whole different direction. “Of course” taking a breath you look down at the floor.
“If I have to wait can so long can I kiss you now?” Dean’s eyebrows scrunch together, and gently thumbs your chin so you could look at him. Biting the inside of your cheek, your breath is shaking as you await his answer. And you so desperately want a good answer.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea” he mumbles, your bottom lip trembles again. Now embarrassed. Then Dean nods, “yeah yeah come here.” His words shock you but you waste no more time.
Your lips hit his. Dean holds your face gently while your hands find his hair. Lacing your fingers in his golden locks. He tastes like the mint gum in his mouth, proving to you that he was in fact sober. Both lips move together, slow, gentle, tentatively. Dean’s tongue licks the bottom of your lip, wanting to taste more of you.
A moan hums through your throat, when he pulls you onto his lap. Your knees land on either side of his hips, hovering over his crotch. Strong hand grip your hips, pushing you flush against him.
Kissing him deeper your tongue slides in his mouth. Your breathing is heavy, scared that you may of just ruined your friendship. His left hand comes up to rub your waist which makes you feel like jelly. Moving your own hand it trails down to his belt buckle. Pushing your other hand up to feel his bare abs.
His lips come off of yours and you whimper at the loss of contact. Lips press your cheek, then to your forehead. Dean’s hands find yours, grabbing them and placing them against his heart.
His heart is pounding the same way as yours. Hard, and fast. You kiss his lips again, then place your forehead against his own. Rolling your hips for some sort of friction, some sort of…pleasure. Dean groans, breathing heavily.
“I wanna touch you” you beg, pouty faced and all. He nods, pressing a kiss to your hands. “And I want to touch you, but we can’t.”
A cry comes out of your mouth, and at this moment you realize that you had never stopped. Tears were still flowing, and Dean’s cheeks has little tear patches on them.
“If I can’t touch you, then you can’t touch them.”
“Sweetheart-“ he starts but you cut him off.
“If you want anything, I’m here. Please call me.”
His eyes lock with yours, leaning his head back to fully look at you. Dropping your hands he pushes the hair away from your face. “I’m not good enough for you.”
“Yes you are Dean! You’ve always been enough.”
A beat of silence hits the room, then “I’ll call you.” Smiling like an idiot, you place a peck on his nose.
“But I need you to stop moving those hips of yours” he chuckles, now gripping your hips tightly. Teasing him, you push against his cock again.
“You’re so handsome” you mumble, gripping at his biceps while you stare at his face.
“You’re so pretty” his thumb trails your lips. Falling against him, your head finds its place in his neck. Dean flops back on his bed, making you lay fully on top of him.
“Are you tired” he questions rubbing your back comfortably. Nodding against him you make yourself comfortable on his body. Dean laughs, then grabs a blanket covering you both up.
