The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Seven- Dean x Reader
The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Seven
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: 2,009
Warnings: 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
You groaned as you awoke the next morning- you and Dean were a tangle of limbs. He had you smashed to the edge of the bed with one heavy leg slung over your hip. His arms were interlocked around your upper shoulder. Basically, you were trapped under The Mr. Sex God.
“Ughhhhhhh.” You groaned as you tried to move, but your head simply bobbed back against your pillow. “Jesus. He sleeps like the dead.” You grumbled as you finally accepted your fate.
You glanced over to the side table when you heard your phone buzzing. Trying desperately to reach out, you found that your reach fell just short of being able to get to the phone. Your eyes narrowed when Dean began to snore softly in your ear. You turned to look at him with malice as his snoring grew louder. This was going to be the longest morning of your life.
“DEAN!” You hissed as you shook his arm. “DEAN! WAKE UP!”
Dean groaned a little in his sleep but didn’t budge. Sighing in frustration, you began to try to wiggle out of your prison. You managed to get one arm free and used it to prop yourself up. Your phone was still buzzing, and you had to figure, it was your friend calling. You had said you would be half-way back to Virginia by now. Finally freeing your other arm, you crawled upwards and Dean’s arms ended up around your waist. You rolled your eyes when he never even flinched.
You grabbed your phone and took note that it said you had ten missed calls. You cringed as you saw the text messages from Charlotte. She was now threatening to send in the brigade if you didn’t answer her. You chuckled to yourself and pushed the call button. It didn’t even get to two rings before Charlotte was barking at you on the other line.
“Where the hell are you?!” She screeched. “I was about to send everyone we know to look for you!!!”
“I’m sorry Char. We are still at the motel in Kentucky.” You answered meekly.
You pulled the phone away from your ear as she began to berate you for not calling her. You took it all in stride- being a hunter meant having people worry about you continously. You were surprised when Dean began to stir awake, but then again Charlotte’s voice was enough to wake the dead.
“What’s going on?” You heard Dean groan loudly.
His voice caused Charlotte to stop mid-sentence and let out an unholy squeal. Your eyes widen when you figured out what was about to come out of her mouth.
“DID YOU GET LAID?” She screamed happily. You could feel her jumping for joy on the other end of the phone.
“Char!” You chastised her. “That’s not funny! You know I’m with Dean Winchester.”
“Ummm. That’s even fucking better! That man looks like he can fuck!” Charlotte mused as
you cringed at her words and then cringed even harder when Dean started laughing. You wanted to go crawl in a hole and die somewhere.
“And then there’s that little crush that you’ve had on him for like the last five years…” Charlotte let slip. Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head at this revelation. When the hell had you ever said that?!
“Charlotte Greene! Don’t make up lies to embarrass me!” You hissed into the phone. You went to turn it off speaker but a hand came up to stop you. Your eyes wandered to Dean and he was looking at you with extreme interest. Dear Lord in Heaven, could someone just kill you: Now!
“Pssshhhhhhh. I’m not lying. You’ve got it bad for that man.” Charlotte chittered. “You’re always talking about how good he looks when you’re drunk. How’d you like him to…”
“OKAY. THANKS FOR THAT. I’ll call you later Char.” You hissed as your face turned a cherry tomato color. She simply answered you with a devilish giggle before saying her goodbyes. You buried your face in the pillow not wanting to face the consequences of that conversation.
“Oh Y/N….” You heard Dean say in an almost mocking tone. You groaned and tried to curl into a ball. Dean snacthed you and pulled you into him. You made that mouse squeak sound that you always made when you were nervous as you were once again trapped in his arms. Dean’s strong embrace calmed your embarrassment, but you still wished the earth would swallow you whole.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ve had a crush on you for a long time, too. I’ve just been too stupid or afraid to admit it.” You heard him say as he placed a kiss on the back of your neck. You shivered at the touch and bit your lower lip. Your denial had been strong for years, but your lips were always lose when you were shitfaced. You never let yourself get that drunk around anyone but Char. You trusted that girl with your life and you would never lie to her. Even when you were drunk.
“Dean. I guess I should tell you something.” You murmured as your hand gripped one of his arms. “I think I do like you. I think I would sleep with you…. But, I’m afraid.” You whispered.
“Oh sweetheart, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I want to take you places that no other man ever has or will take you.” He groaned as he pressed himself closer to you. You could feel his erection pressed against your thigh. You swallowed hard and flinched away from his embrace. It wasn’t that you were afraid of sex- you were afraid of losing him. Just like you lost Jacob.
“It’s not that. I’m not afraid of sex. I mean I have no idea what to do… But…. That’s not why I’m afraid. I’m afraid that we’re going to fall in love.” As the words left, you felt the thickness in your throat.
“Me too, sweetheart. Me too. But that’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Dean said as he pressed his lips to your forehead. Those words broke all the resolve that you had. All the years of built up emotions came pouring out of you in a swift river. The sob that ran through you made you cling to Dean like he might disappear. These feelings were too much for you.
“Dean. Please just promise me. If this doesn’t work out. That we will still be friends. I need you. I need you and Sammy in my life.” You murmured as you pressed your face into his bare chest.
“Like I told you before Y/N. You will never lose me.”
You nodded slowly before bringing your lips up to brush over his. You were almost completely a virgin to kissing as well. You had only ever kissed one other guy and that had been almost eleven years ago. Dean groaned at the contact and snapped his hips forward. His throbbing erection brushed along your leg and he grunted at the slightest contact. You smirked a little wanting to give Dean a little preview of what was to come.
Your hand gently slipped between his thighs as you caught his clothed erection in your hand. So maybe you weren’t completely a virgin. You had watched that porn that one time. Though you supposed that wasn’t the best comparison to real life. You shook your head and swallowed back the fear. Being afraid got you nowhere. Slipping your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, you gently slipped them down his legs. Dean couldn’t control the the volume of his moans as he awaited your touch.
Your breath hitched in your throat as you sat up. Dean’s cock bounced free and stood rigidly at attention. Blushing scarlet, you moved to touch him but the anxiety that moved like a knife through you was too much. Bouncing up and off of the bed, you nearly fell on your face.
“I-I-I can’t…” You mumbled as you brought your hands up to cover your eyes. You felt incredibly embarrassed you had even tired. “Sorry. I’m so sorry.”
The bed groaned under Dean’s weight as he stood up to hug you. You blanched when you felt his erection press into your stomach as it was trapped between the two of you.
“Don’t apologize sweetheart. We can take this as slow as you need.” He said as he pressed you closer to him. You nodded slowly and kept your eye gaze upwards. If you looked down you felt like you might die of embarrassment.
“Ummm.. Dean. Do you think you can put your boxers back on… Please? I would like to be able to look at you and not that water stain on the ceiling.” You squeaked when you felt Dean shifting slightly in order to get some friction. He groaned half in agony and half in compliance. Waiting for you was worth it, but damn he needed to jerk off again. He wasn’t sure if anyone had died from having an erection for too long, but he wasn’t about to find out.
“OK, baby girl. Why don’t you go to your room and get ready? I’ll take you out for lunch…. Just give me twenty minutes of alone time and I’ll be good to go.” He said with a wince. You had bounced forward on your tiptoes and your breast had brushed his chest.
You blushed again when the thought of staying and watching crossed your mind. Though, you quickly dismissed it- the thought making you queasy. You didn’t begin to know how you were going to actually sleep with Dean. Now that you had sort of worked through your feelings, you were still left feeling insecure and bashful. He had been with a lot of women and you had only kissed two men. Your experience was obviously lacking, but it was your confidence you were most concerned with. How could you expect him to want to sleep with a quivering pile of nerves?
Slipping next door, you made your way to the shower in order to get ready for the day. You stopped dead in your tracks when the ringing groans from the too thin walls caught your ears. Dean’s moans of your name cut straight through to you.
“FUCK!” You groaned as you quickly turned on the water in hopes that it would drown out the dirty thoughts. Stripping off your clothes, you allowed the scalding water to take you away from your thoughts of Dean. At least your lewd ones.
A smile played on your lips as your replayed the last few days. The relief you felt was immense and overwhelmingly beautiful. You could finally admit it to yourself and the world.
You had feelings for Dean Winchester.
Once you were out of the shower, you grabbed your rummaged through your bag. Bringing out the trusty flannel and leggings combo, you quickly got dressed before running a brush through your hair. You onced yourself over in the mirror before shrugging. Dean had seen you hungover and half-dead before so this was actually an improvement. You laughed to yourself when a knock came from the adjoining door to the rooms.
“You can come in, Dean.” You called as you pushed your hair out of your face. He walked in with a beaming smile on his face. He gave you a loving look and you shifted from side to side to calm your nerves. The man was going to make you a nervous wreck if he kept looking at you like that.
The look like no one else existed but you. You reached and scratched your head. That nervous tick left over from childhood. Dean closed the space between you and gently grabbed your hand. Placing a kiss on the top of your hand before making your heart squeeze in your chest once again.
“So… Where does my girl want to go for lunch?”
You smiled brilliantly at his words. They came as no shock this time, but as a welcomed term of endearment.
That was right… You were his girl.
AN: :D Hope you enjoyed the update. Sorry this update took a little longer than excepted. Life happened. Please be aware that the smut finally begins next chapter and that the several following chapters are pretty much just smut as reader well…. gets to enjoy Dean. ;)
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