The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Twelve - Dean x Reader
The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Twelve
Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,002
Warnings: Some sexual content Language.
I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel
The night had been almost surreal to the Oldest Winchester. He hadn’t ever really experienced such an intense and almost instant closeness with someone. The way the you laughed endlessly in the funhouse mirrors. When you screamed for joy when you won the milk bottle toss. The way your fingers ran down his arm and interwove with his as you walked through the brightly lit fairgrounds. It was the most pure feelings he had in years.
They were raw and unforgivingly perfect. That scared the absolute shit out of him. What could he really expect of this? Everything good in his life always came crashing down all around him in a burning heap. His thoughts etched themselves over his features as he stop mid-step. What the hell was he doing dragging you into his life? He’d only put you in danger…
“Stop that right now, Dean Winchester. I know what you are thinking and you couldn’t be more wrong. What’s happening right here and right now… It’s the best thing that’s ever happen to me. We don’t get a lot of chances in this life of ours to be happy…. Not doing what we do.” You said as you took in a deep breath. Tears began to prickle at the corner of your eyes. “But we deserve this chance… You deserve a chance to be happy.”
You then turned on the heel of your boot and spun around to him. Throwing your arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his lips. Dean’s lips twitched into a smile under yours and his hands roamed down your waist. He cupped it as he deepened the kiss- number twenty five if you were counting correctly. He nearly kissed you silly as he allowed himself to completely indulge in his new addition. His girl.
Gently pulling away, he kissed your forehead before leading you to the booth that had been the original destination. You had been going on and on about funnel cake. Despite having eaten a cotton candy, fried pickles, and some really awesome cherry pie. He had chuckled at you when you had pretty much eaten everything in sight and couldn’t help but pray to Chuck that you’d never leave. You had to be his soulmate.
“OH! CORN DOGS!” You squeal as you broke free of him and ran off towards the other booth. He was laughing again as he watched you almost dance your way over. He would’ve sworn you were pregnant, but that was nearly impossible. He shook his head at the sudden stirring in his belly as the image of you plump and round with his child graced his mind. First things, first… He needed to convince you to be his girlfriend.
He smiled broadly at the idea as it was finally his turn to order. Ordering a funnel cake with strawberries and whipped cream, he found an empty table and waited for you to come back. He watched as you bounced on your feet in line. The shorts you were wearing rode up every time you did and he felt another kind of stirring. A mixture of longing and of protectiveness swirling there. The guy behind you was getting a little too close and he didn’t like the way he seemed to be leering at you. When his hand reached out and tapped you on the shoulder, he was instantly on his feet and stalking over to you.
You had turned around with a smile when you felt the tap on your shoulder. The smile falling instantly when you found a stranger there instead of Dean. The man gave you a once over before speaking.
“Name’s Dave… And I just wanted to say. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” He said as a smirk slid onto his lips. You raised your eyebrows at him as he openly gawked at your breasts. Just as you were about to tell him to buzz off, strong arms snaked around your waist causing you to jerk your gaze away from him. Dean was looking like he might commit capital murder as he pressed himself closer to you.
“My girlfriend is fucking gorgeous.” He grunted dangerously. The man flinched and threw up his hands before telling him that he wasn’t looking for any trouble. Dean sneered at him and he quickly left the line. All the while, you could only stand there complete flabbergasted by his words. My girlfriend? When had that happen?
“Girlfriend?” You echoed once the man was just a fading memory. Dean smiled down at you and you stared up at him with a look of hopeful confusion.
“Damn straight.” He said before giving you a soft peck on the lips. Kiss twenty-six was altogether to short, but you had a bone to pick with your apparent boyfriend.
“I don’t have any say in this?” You said. Cocking an eyebrow at him. He smirked down at you mischievously.
“You know that’s what you want anyway. So why fight it?”
“Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, Winchester?” You quipped as you gave his shirt a tug.
“You bet that sweet ass of yours, I am.” He said with a knowing smile. You rolled your eyes at him before planting kiss number twenty-seven on his lips.
“So… Is that a yes…” He mumbled into the kiss.
“Shut up. You’re ruining the moment.” You said between barely parted lips. This caused a rolling laughter to seize through Dean and you to smile. You loved to hear him laugh.
Dean’s soul seemed to hum for the rest of the evening as he took in every sight and sound of you. The way you’re hand felt in his. The look in your eyes when they lit up in excitement. He was high on love.
The high he was on was different from the booze and the woman he used to stitch the wounds. This time- the wounds were healing. The way you made him feel was completely new. You had excused yourself to restroom and he was waiting impatiently. It was almost painful to be away from you and he felt almost screwed when he thought about going back to the bunker. Back to the life of horror, pain, and death. A life that would be empty without you.
“Excuse me…” A voice called causing him to be shaken out of his thoughts. Dean’s eyes darted to the sound of the noise and blanched when he found the blonde woman from the bar. She stood smiling impishly at him with her arms crossed over her chest.
“So… Where’s your little wife? At home with the baby again?” She purred as she moved closer to him. Dean instantly shifted away from her and but she moved to sit beside him. Turning her body inward towards him, she reached over and placed her hand on his knee.
You had come up behind them just in time to see the display and felt your blood run hot. Just who the hell did she think she was? Putting on your best Dean angry face, you marched to them with determination in your step. The blonde woman looked at you for a moment before smirking.
“Well speak of the devil.” She purred as she pressed herself closer to Dean. Your eyes narrowed as you felt a knot grow in your belly. “Why would you want this child, when you could have a woman like me?” She purred against his ear. Dean glared at her before pushing away to tell her off, but before he could do anything, you were yanking him up by his collar.
Your mouth was on his in an instant as your arms encircled his waist. Dean kissed back with a furious need as your tongue darted dominating into his mouth. Running your tongue lovely over his and causing him to moan, you shot your new found enemy the bird. You smirked against his lips when you heard her stomp off in a huff.
Dean was loving this side of you, but he knew that it had to have been there under the surf. You were tough and rumble when you needed to be. His hands moved to cup your rear through your short and groaned when his hands came into contact. You hissed when he squeezed them harshly and you caught his tongue between yours lips.
Sucking it gently, you felt Dean’s clothed erection bump up against the crotch of your shorts. The feeling was enthralling. Who would have ever thought you, of all people, would be the one driving Dean Winchester crazy?
Your hands roamed down his abdomen and hovered over the waistband of his pants. Looking around, your smirked when you found that you were almost completely isolated from the rest of the fair. Quivering a bit at the thought of being so bold, you reminded yourself not to be a flake. Dean made you brave.
Your hands moved to to the button of his jeans and pulled them open. You heard Dean moan as your fingers graced down his flat stomach. They dipped into the waist of his boxer in order to ghost over his throbbing member.
“Fuck, Y/N…” He groaned as his lips left yours. His hand gently removed yours from his pants. “Not here, baby.” You looked at him with a look of surprise before smirking.
“Oh, looks who’s the bashful one now.” You said with a smirk. “You were basically fucking me on a table in the bar the other night.”
Dean snorted at you before pulling you back against you. Smiling down at you, he kissed your nose. “What have you done with my innocent little virgin?” He said with feigned shock.
A resounding laugh escaped your lips as you snuggled closer to him. “I’m not that innocent.” You sang with another giggle.
“Ummmmmmm… My innocent little virgin is growing up.” He murmured. “What do you say we get out of here?”
You shivered when his tongue darted out and ran across his bottom lip. He was looking at you like he wanted to eat you again. Instead of answering him directly, you grabbed his hand and dragged him in the direction of Baby. You wanted to keep up this new found confidence in the bedroom. The loud clap of thunder made you yelp and jump backwards into Dean. A sudden downpour of rain sent people scurrying for cover. Dean’s arms wrapped around you as he laughed.
“What a fucking cliche!” He snorted as the rain soaked you both to the bone. You tried to pull him along but he trapped you in his embrace.
“DEAN!” You whine as you shivered from the cold. “Let’s go!”
He just smiled at you before pressing you close to keep you warm. “Sorry, sweetheart… Always wanted to do this.” He murmur before titling your head. His warm mouth moving over yours in a sweet twenty-eighth kiss. He pulled away when you jumped at another clapped of thunder. You smiled at him sheepishly.
“I might be afraid of thunderstorms…” You murmured as a flush of pink touch your cheeks. Dean shook his head and muttered about his cute little girlfriend. You rolled your eyes.
You’d show him cute little girlfriend.
“Just you wait until we get back to the room. I’ll show you cute….” You growled as you tugged his arm. You started speed walking towards the parking lot and thanked the heavens you were close. Breathing a sigh of relief when you finally reached Baby, you gladly climbed in when the doors were unlocked. Dean smiled over at you and admired the way you looked in the fading lights of the fair.
“You’re the most beautiful thing in the whole world. You know that right?” He sighed as he reached over and kissed your temple. The smile that played on your lips was a breathtaking sight to him as he reached out and tucked your hair behind your ear.
What in the hell had be done to deserve you?
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