Eternally Daydreaming

“Dance with me, Winchester!” 

If they hadn’t been in the middle of nowhere, he would have protested, but only the trees and gray sky would see him act a fool. And anyway, for Y/N, he’d do just about anything. 

The rain fell harder as he took her hand. It washed the grime away; soaked their clothes. The dry safety of the car was only a dozen yards away, but Y/N didn’t seem to care. She grabbed his hand and pulled him close, pecking his lips before spinning in his arms. 

“Romantic,” he teased, slapping the water from his face. It was really coming down. 

“Feels good though!” she replied, lifting her face to the dark sky. 

He couldn’t argue. Besides, the way her shirt was clinging to her curves was a sight he would store away for a lonely night down the road.

A sudden flash lit the entire sky and Y/N stopped dancing. He noticed a shiver run through her and he tugged her close. 

“Cold?”

Thunder followed the light and Y/N bit her lip as it rumbled through her. “N-nope.” 

He looked down with a sweet smile and brushed the wet hair from her forehead. “You’re shivering.” 

Her eyes lit up bright with another crack of lightning and zoned in on his lips. Without a word, she slipped her hand up and around the nape of his neck, pulling him down. She licked at his mouth, snagged the plump bottom lip between her teeth, and moaned when his hands slid around her body. She bucked her hips into him and Dean let out an interested hum. 

“What’s gotten into you?” 

She blinked up at him with a familiar, lustful gaze. Thunder rippled through the sky and he felt her body tighten up. She kissed him again, harder this time, and tugged on the collar of his jacket. “Race you to the car…” 

Dean was a little stunned when she took off. His blood was signing, arousal pounding through his body. Lightning highlighted her form as she ran; thunder muffled her laughter. 

He caught up to her easily; long bowed legs almost flying over the rain-softened earth. Y/N turned as he approached, and Dean lunged for her, pressing her back against the car with a kiss that made her moan and reach for his belt. 

“Need you,” she whispered, fumbling with the buckle. 

“Right here?” He stepped back and took over, undoing the metal clasp. His eyes widened as she tugged her soaked shirt off. The lightning lit her skin, every bump and bruise, every curve and scar he knew so well. 

“Here,” she answered, almost breathless as she kicked off her shoes and yanked her jeans down. “Now.” 

Thunder rattled the countryside and Dean tossed his jacket onto the Impala’s shining hood. His shirt fell to the mud, his boots sank in. The rain washed them clean and the backdoor opened with a comforting creak. Y/N crawled across the long bench seat and lay down, spreading her legs wide in invitation. She chewed her lip, barely able to contain her lust as Dean followed inside, pulling the door shut behind him. His naked body was dripping with rain, soft yet strong muscles tensing as he climbled over her. 

Lightning split the night; rain pelted the metal roof like a symphonic beat to match their pants and moans. Y/N clung to him, fingers pressing into his shoulders as he kissed his way down her body, lips pausing over her pulse to scrape a faint mark. She dug her nails into his back when his hot mouth caught her left nipple and sucked it stiff; scratched hard across his shoulders when he slipped two fingers inside her aching cunt, stretching her open. 

“Please, Dean- don’t tease me…” 

Her whimper was nearly muted by a bowling thunder that shook the car. A slick smile pulled his lips and he grabbed the crook of her knee. He tugged her down, naked back sliding over the worn leather seat. She hooked her leg around his waist, heel digging gently into the cleft of his ass. 

Another clash of lightning highlighted their kiss; a clap of thunder accentuated his slow thrust. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby…” Dean dropped his forehead to her shoulder as he bottomed out. 

Every bolt through the sky made her body tense harder around him and Dean could barely contain himself. Y/N lifted her hips, meeting each of his pistoning thrusts with a hard clap of wet skin on skin. 

“Right there, fuck, Dean! Don’t stop, don’t stop…” 

He couldn’t if he wanted to. The bliss on her face, the way her tits bounced, the warm squeeze of her pussy- he was too far gone to even think. All that mattered was bringing her up as high as he could before he inevitably lost control.

She came hard with a roll of thunder that seemed to shake the sky for as long as she shook beneath him. Her thigh clamped around him and she shoved her tongue between his lips, damned near screaming into his mouth as the moment struck. 

“Fuck…” He groaned and dropped his head once more into the crook of her neck as he let go, spilling hot and wet onto her inner thigh. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 

Y/N wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down. His body crushed her into the seat, but he breathed life back into her with a deep kiss. 

She sighed and held him there, stroking his damp hair as they came down. The windows were steamy and waterfalls fell on the other side of the glass. Y/N smiled. 

“I love a good thunderstorm…” 

Thursday. A zoom call with friends. Just drinking and shooting the shit. Y/N was stretched out on their bed, laptop propped up on a pillow as she tried to follow the hyper conversation. Everyone had a story, everyone had some new craft they’d discovered. She was trying sourdough, they were getting into rug tufting, he made a chair from a fallen branch in the yard. Y/N felt like she was wasting her lockdown, but whatever, the stacks of books in the living room weren’t going to read themselves.

Jensen seemed particularly animated, listening intently and laughing that full-body laugh that she loved so much. In turn, he regaled the group with his new workout routine, and showed off how big his biceps were getting. He also used the word ‘swol’ more often than anyone his age should, but he was having fun. He was also making her extremely needy. He looked too good. He’d been away too long. 

When the wine was gone and the conversation naturally wanned, friends waved their goodbyes and signed off, leaving Y/N and her man alone. 

“That was fun,” he said with a beaming smile. “I needed that.” 

Y/N sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and cocked a brow. “You know what I need?” 

Her tone told him exactly what she needed. He leaned forward, crossing his swol arms to rest on his knees and looked into the camera. “What’s that, baby?” His voice softened, his lips puckered gently. 

Y/N kicked her knees up, bringing the laptop closer. “You.” She ran a finger down her chest, teasing it around her covered nipple. Her shiver made him hum with lustful interest. 

“Is that right?” He licked his lips. “Wish I was there. Miss you so fucking much.” 

She moaned quietly and pouted. “Me too. Need your lips…” 

“Where do you need them?” 

“Here…” She squeezed her tits. 

“Mmm…” He inhaled deeply. “I like those.”

She tranced the line of her throat with a single finger, stopping at her pulse. “Here.” 

Jensen sat back in his seat, rubbed a hand down his thigh. “Where else?” 

She plucked her bottom lip. “Here.” 

He swallowed hard, cock twitching. “My favorite.” He hummed out a sigh. “Not fair you’re so far away.” 

She shook her head slowly. “It’s really not…” The laptop teetered as she lifted her shirt up and away, showing her bare tits to the camera. 

Jensen whistled and rubbed his thigh again, fingers gliding over his sack. “Fuck. Gorgeous, baby.” 

“You were teasing me that whole call,” she grinned. “Showing off your sexy arms… laughing…” 

He chuckled. “Laughing turns you on now?” 

She nodded. “When you do it, yeah. All of you turns me on, Jen.” She circled her nipples and then pinched hard, letting out a moan. 

“Ditto.” 

She laughed at that and dropped her arms, grabbing the laptop instead. “Ditto? That’s all you got for me?” 

Jensen tried to regroup but his head was clouded by thoughts of throwing her down and fucking her into next month. “I… uh…” 

Y/N huffed and rolled onto her stomach, taking away his view. 

“Hey!” He pouted. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she teased, voice taking on a harder tone that he appreciated more than he liked to admit. “Are you having a little problem over there?” She tried her eyes on his crotch as if he could tell what she was looking at. Fucking cameras. “Things getting… hard?” 

He shifted in his seat, hips moving on their own. “Maybe.” 

She hummed as if deciding what to do. She didn’t need to decide. She knew. “Show me.” 

He gasped in a quiet breath. “Um… I’m on the balcony.” 

She knew that as well; late afternoon light was reflecting off the windows behind him. “So? I want to see it.” 

Jensen looked around him, checking to see if anyone was on a neighboring balcony before unzipping his jeans. He leaned back and tugged them down a bit, exposing his half-hard cock. He gripped the base and it bounced gently. 

Y/N’s mouth watered. “Beautiful.” 

He blushed hard and cleared his throat. “Now you. Get those panties off.” 

Y/N clicked her tongue. “Oh, no no. I’m just going to lay here and watch you.” 

“What?” He laughed nervously. 

“Come on, Jen- put on a show for me.” She watched his internal debate. “Go on… Rub your thumb up and down slowly.” 

Jensen closed his eyes and did as she said, gently rubbing his thumb up his shaft. He sucked in a quick breath when he reached the top, and quickly ran it back down. 

“Mmm… perfect.” Y/N grabbed a pillow and stuffed it between her legs. “Get nice and hard for me.” 

Green eyes fluttered open and he stared at the screen. “You’re killin’ me, Y/N/N.” 

She grinned devilishly. “Not yet, I’m not. Go on.” 

Tongue between his front teeth, Jensen stroked his cock slowly; nerves fading with each pass of his fist. “Fuck.” 

Her pussy was throbbing and she squeezed the pillow. “So hot… Feeling good?” 

He nodded, lips parted and plump. “Uh huh.” 

“Good. Keep going.” She moaned and licked her lips. “Makin’ me so wet.” 

“Fuck, I wanna be inside you so bad.” He grunted and rubbed the head of his cock, gathering up the precum that leaked for her. “Miss that sweet pussy.” His tongue darted out, wetting his lips. “Fuck, baby…” 

Y/N ground her hips against the pillow while she watched him thrust up into his hand. “Want you too… want that fat cock in me. Wanna ride you hard and fast…” 

His breath caught loudly in his throat and Jensen clenched his teeth. “God, fuck!” 

“Whoa!” Y/N leaned closer to the screen. “Stop.” 

His eyes flew open. “What?” 

“Stop.”

Reluctantly, he pulled his hands away and held them up. “I… why?” His cock was aching, throbbing against his leg. 

She grinned again. “Just wanted to see if you would.” 

Her wink drove him wild. “You’re such a tease.” He circled the base of his cock and held it tight. “Come on…” 

“Say please.” 

Jensen shivered and closed his eyes. “Please.” 

“OK, baby. Stroke that cock for me.” 

Relieved yet tense with arousal, Jensen began again. His head tipped back as he massaged his sack and teased the tip of his cock, rubbing his palm faster over it. His breaths came harder, his moans untethered. 

Unable to resist his beauty or her lust, Y/N propped the laptop up on the nightstand and climbed to her knees with the pillow held tight. She sat up straight and grabbed her tits. “That’s it… Feel me riding your cock, baby… Just like that.” Closing her eyes, Y/N imagined it too. She rode the pillow, grinding her clit down on the memory foam. “Fuck!” 

His eyes snapped open and his jaw dropped at the sight. “Fuck, Y/N/N… Gonna make yourself cum?” 

Forgetting all else, Y/N bit her lip and rode faster. “Mhm!” 

Jensen picked up the pace, matching her with quick thrusts. “I’m right there with you,” he breathed. “Grabbing your hips… Slapping your ass…” 

Y/N shuddered as if she felt his hands on her, his wide palm spanking her. “Fuck! Jensen!” 

“That’s it… Gonna flood that pussy…” 

Her legs shook and she dropped forward, holding herself up on her trembling arms. She stared into the camera as she humped the pillow hard. “Faster.” She grit her teeth. “Jerk that cock harder. Faster.”

Jensen’s eyes rolled as her tone ran through him. Near panting, he sucked in quick, rough breaths through his open mouth, totally lost in the friction and the sound of her moans. “Gonna- Fuck I’m gonna cum.” 

Y/N growled. “Not yet…” 

Shock opened his eyes. 

She smirked. “Ladies first.” She wasn’t far- a few more rolls of her hips had her body stiffening as the pleasure burst through her. She let out a clipped cry and pried her eyes open to stare at him across the world. “Now. Cum for me, Jensen. Cum on, baby. Do it. Fucking cum!” 

No power on earth or in heaven could have held him back. His shoulders curled inwards as he came; spilling hot and thick onto the balcony floor between his feet. He hadn’t even the mental bandwidth to think to catch it; he was too blissed out, too crazed to do much more than stare dumbly at her pretty face as he came. 

“Fuckin’ fuck…” His voice trailed off as he slumped back into the chair and enjoyed the dopamine rushing his veins. “Insane, Y/N… So good.” 

Exhausted and smiling, Y/N pulled the laptop close as she settled into the clean pillows at the head of the bed. “Miss you, Jensen.” 

He smiled beautifully and sighed. “Ditto.”