Supernatural Imagines

Dean x Reader - I'll Take Care of You

Characters: Y/N(reader), Dean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request/Summary: Oh my god!! I loved the Sam and reader virgin too damn much!! Can you do with Dean too? I absolutely loved it!! Have a wonderful day! :3 - ​

Warnings: smut, fingering, oral(both female & male receiving), explicit language, fluff, overuse of the word 'sweetheart'

Word Count: 2680

A/N: The reader and Dean aren't a couple in this one, simply because I wanted it to be a little different that the Sam one.

P.S.: The reader's thoughts are in italic. 

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Okay. Deep breaths, Y/N. Deep breaths. - you kept repeating to yourself as you made your way to Dean's room. You stood at the doorway, looking around, your chest rising and falling repeatedly. - "C'mon, you can do this." - you muttered as you stood in front of the door and lifted your hand up, knocking three times.

A second later Dean swung the door open, a smile appearing on his face when his eyes landed on you - "Hey, sweetheart." - he looked so deliciously good in his flannel. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, which made you stare at his big colloused arms for a second, before your eyes drifted lower, to his long jean-clad legs.

You licked your lips subconsciously as you observed the way his jeans fit tightly around his thighs. - "Anything I can help you with?" - Dean's voice brought you out of your trance and quickly returned your gaze to him. He had his infamous smirk plastered on his face and one of his brows was arched.

Okay, here goes nothing. - "I-I..." - you stuttered out as Dean leaned against the doorframe. Fuck, it's hard to concentrate when he's looking at me like that.

"Spit it out, darlin'." - the blush rose to your cheeks and you let out a frustrated sigh as Dean furrowed his brows in confusion.

"O-Okay, this is gonna sound weird, but-" - you casted your eyes at the ground as you spoke - "Iwanttohavesexwithyou." - you spit out as fast as you could and bit down on your lower lip, your eyes fixated down on your shoes.

"Excuse me, what?" - he blurted, eyes widening at your words - "You wanna do what?"

You slowly lifted your head, but still avoided making eye contact with the man in front of you - "I w-want to have sex with you." - you repeated, your voice was a bit shaky, not sounding even half as confident as you wanted it to. 

You finally caught a glimpse of his face; his eyes were wide, pupils blown out, mouth agape. Oh God, he thinks I'm crazy, doesn't he.

Maybe I should just walk away. Yeah, walk away, crawl into my bed and die.

"You wanna maybe, come in?" - he asked, tilting his head to the side, meeting your eyes. You were taken aback, but took a hesitant step forward nonetheless.

"Gotta say, sweetheart-" - Dean started as you slowly sat on his bed - "-I'm flattered, but-" - his gaze trailed off of you - "where's this coming from? I mean, you pretty much turned me down every single time I asked before."

"Okay, first of all, you never 'asked' and second," - I wasn't ready back then. That's what you wanted to tell him. - "well, it doesn't matter. I want to sleep with you now. You in or not?" - you were suprised by the confidence lacing your words and you knew you'd probably regret it later, but you couldn't really think straight at the time.

"Wow, Y/N, if you are really sure then-" - you interrupt him before he could finish - "I am."

Before you could fully process what was happening, Dean's mouth was on yours. His warm and plump lips felt perfect against your own as you engaged in a heated kiss.