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He hadn’t gone looking for them, just for you. It had been a few hours since you were supposed to get back from the mission, and while he could have just asked for a status report, he was respecting your wishes that he wouldn’t be so uptight anymore. He was trying to give you some space. Well, just on the work side of things- you didn’t seem to want any space at all once the job was done, and he did not mind that one bit. So, he was a little over protective of you since you’d been hooking up, that was just the way he was. What good was being a super hero if he couldn’t keep you safe?
Steve peeked his head into your room just to make sure he hadn’t missed your return. Finding the suite empty, he casually walked in, deciding to wait for you there. The door had been unlocked, and it wasn’t as if he was sneaking around or anything. He just wanted to see you when you got back, help patch you up if necessary.
He took a deep breath. The whole room smelled like you - sweet like your shampoo and a little bit salty like your personality. He laughed at that and went to the window. His room was up a bit higher than yours, but there was still a nice view over the trees. Sunset was coming and the sky was changing from crisp blue to streaks of pink and orange. It was beautiful.
He checked his watch. Seconds ticked on forever without you there. He sighed and turned away from the setting sun and leaned against the window ledge. He crossed his arms, hiding his watch inside the cave, determined not to check it again. At least not for another ten minutes.
Bored, he walked around the space, dodging a pile of shoes by the closet and picking your bathrobe up from the floor. He tossed it over the chair by your desk and leaned down to peek at the photos you kept there. Old snapshots of family and a few from your school days. A strip of four black and white photos of you and him was tucked into the corner of one of the frames. His heart warmed as he remembered the day he’d taken you to Coney Island for the first time. It had been perfect. Capturing your first kiss together in the photo booth had been the luckiest moment of his life.
As the memory played in his mind, Steve walked to your dresser and ran his hand across the top. The faint scent of your perfume drew him to the top drawer and he carefully pulled it open. The bottle was tucked safely between a messy cloud of silk and lace. A flush of embarrassment hit his cheeks when he realized he’d stumbled upon your unmentionables, but intrigue kept him there. After a quick look over his shoulder to make sure he was still alone, Steve fished through the lingerie, enjoying the feel of the soft fabrics on his skin. Without thinking, he pulled out a pair of white lace panties and held them up. They were a pair he knew well, and he pictured you in them as he brought the lace to his nose, breathing in the perfume.
His watch ticked loudly. The hallway was silent.
A surge of arousal made him shiver, and Steve gave into an unexpected desire. He undressed slowly, pulling off his tight tee with one hand and stepping out of his khakis. He stood in front of your long mirror and carefully pulled on the white lace. It took a second to adjust himself into the tight fabric, but once it was on, he felt another wave of need wash over him. His cock twitched against the lace and his heart pounded in his chest. Unable to resist, he ran his big hands over his chest and down, fingers rippling over his tight stomach and down. He teased at the lace and cupped his dick, almost moaning aloud as he did.
“Oh… my god…”
Your gasp made Steve jump. He hadn’t heard you come in, nor seen your reflection over his shoulder in the mirror. He spun around quickly and tried to hide himself, arms and hands flying over his body, not knowing where to land or how to shield his sin from your eyes. His cheeks burst hot pink and he looked down at his feet.
His voice cracked. “You’re back.”
“I am.” It was impossible to take your eyes off of him. Golden sunset light played off his bare chest, his thick arms, the tight cut of his hips. The white lace against his tanned skin looked incredible; the shyness on his face was beautiful. “I didn’t… expect um… this…”
He cringed as you shut the door and dropped your bag by the bed. “I’m sorry. I was just- I was waiting for you and-”
“Decided to play dress up?”
Steve looked up and met your eye. “I…”
You laughed gently and toed off your shoes. “It’s OK… You look…” A sweep of your gaze down his body made your clit throb. “Really…” He dropped his hands and your attention locked on his erection straining against the lace. “Hot.”
Steve sucked in a deep breath and chewed the corner of his lip. “Really?”
“So hot,” you whispered, gliding across the room as if caught in a tractor beam. “Absolutely beautiful.” He held his breath as you pressed up on your tip toes to kiss his worried lips. “Perfectly sexy.” He let out a moan when you dragged your hand down his body to brush against the panties. “So… fucking… hot.”
Steve’s head fell back as you rubbed him through the lace. “Hot damn!”
Palm flat over his erection, you stroked him gently while licking at his nipples. “Ya know, it wouldn’t kill you to let a ‘fuck’ slip out now and then.”
He looked down with an almost drunken smile. “It might.”
“Challenge accepted.” You winked and sank down to your knees.
Before he could question your words, you huffed a hot breath over the lace and Steve’s eyes rolled back. “Oh my…”
Determined and incredibly wet seeing him in your panties, you pressed your lips to his cock, dropping kisses along the hard line of him. The lace was being stretched beyond repair, but it didn’t matter, this was too perfect.
“Gosh, Y/N…” He reached down to caress your hair, lovingly sweeping back any strands that fell into your eyes. “Feels so good…” His breath hitched hard when your tongue struck out to flick over the fabric. “God!”
Lips locked in an open O, you dragged them back and forth over his shaft, letting the wet heat from your mouth soak into the lace.
Steve’s hand tightened in your hair. “Oh… f-”
You moaned against him. “There you go… Come on… Say it.”
Steve swallowed hard and shook his head. “Nope.”
Sitting back for a moment, you let the saliva flood your mouth as you hooked two fingers into the elastic strap across his hips. Gently, you pulled the panties down. Your pussy throbbed when his cock was exposed; your heart raced as you pressed your lips to the swollen head.
“Y/N!” His lips trembled, his stomach tensed.
Taking him deep down your throat, you swallowed slowly and Steve tried desperately not to buck his hips and hurt you. You set your hands on his ass, dug your nails into his flesh.
“I-”
You pulled back, tight lipped and cheeks hollowed.
“Jesus…”
“Come on, Steve…” You swirled your tongue over his leaky slit. “Say it.”
He shook his head quickly but his resolve was waning.
Again, you took him in deep, this time gagging as you pushed too far. Steve’s hips jerked hard and he let out a loud moanning, “Fuck!”
Proud and shaking, you spread your knees and stuffed a hand into your pants, instantly tapping your aching clit as you swallowed around him again. You fucked yourself between his legs as he enjoyed your rolling tongue.
Steve pulled partially out only to thrust back between your slick lips. He let out a string of whispered curses as he used your mouth, praising your sweet mouth and God for making it. His thighs trembled and his thrusts slowed. You looked up through thick lashes and nodded, wanting, needing what he had to give.
With a guttural grunt, Steve came, body shuddering as his cum flooded your mouth. As soon as the hot, salty mess struck the back of your throat, your orgasm hit. Bliss ran through your system as you swallowed every drop of him and pulled back, panting and grinning.
Steve shook himself and then reached down to help you up. It was nothing to him to lift you off of your feet and take you into his strong arms. He kissed you hard and set you down, flushed with a relaxing glow that echoed the sunset.
“I’m so glad you’re back,” he whispered.
“Me too.” With a sigh, you slid your hand up his chest and urged him down for another kiss. “Just, uh- don’t dig too deep in my underwear drawer. You may find some things you’re not ready for…”
His eyes shot over your shoulder to the dresser. “Well, now I’m even more intrigued.”
“Oh, you sweet child,” you teased, patting his chest. “Trust me, you’re too damned innocent for what’s lurking in there. But since I got you to scream ‘fuck’… maybe someday soon…”
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He hadn’t gone looking for them, just for you. It had been a few hours since you were supposed to get back from the mission, and while he could have just asked for a status report, he was respecting your wishes that he wouldn’t be so uptight anymore. He was trying to give you some space. Well, just on the work side of things- you didn’t seem to want any space at all once the job was done, and he did not mind that one bit. So, he was a little over protective of you since you’d been hooking up, that was just the way he was. What good was being a super hero if he couldn’t keep you safe?
Steve peeked his head into your room just to make sure he hadn’t missed your return. Finding the suite empty, he casually walked in, deciding to wait for you there. The door had been unlocked, and it wasn’t as if he was sneaking around or anything. He just wanted to see you when you got back, help patch you up if necessary.
He took a deep breath. The whole room smelled like you - sweet like your shampoo and a little bit salty like your personality. He laughed at that and went to the window. His room was up a bit higher than yours, but there was still a nice view over the trees. Sunset was coming and the sky was changing from crisp blue to streaks of pink and orange. It was beautiful.
He checked his watch. Seconds ticked on forever without you there. He sighed and turned away from the setting sun and leaned against the window ledge. He crossed his arms, hiding his watch inside the cave, determined not to check it again. At least not for another ten minutes.
Bored, he walked around the space, dodging a pile of shoes by the closet and picking your bathrobe up from the floor. He tossed it over the chair by your desk and leaned down to peek at the photos you kept there. Old snapshots of family and a few from your school days. A strip of four black and white photos of you and him was tucked into the corner of one of the frames. His heart warmed as he remembered the day he’d taken you to Coney Island for the first time. It had been perfect. Capturing your first kiss together in the photo booth had been the luckiest moment of his life.
As the memory played in his mind, Steve walked to your dresser and ran his hand across the top. The faint scent of your perfume drew him to the top drawer and he carefully pulled it open. The bottle was tucked safely between a messy cloud of silk and lace. A flush of embarrassment hit his cheeks when he realized he’d stumbled upon your unmentionables, but intrigue kept him there. After a quick look over his shoulder to make sure he was still alone, Steve fished through the lingerie, enjoying the feel of the soft fabrics on his skin. Without thinking, he pulled out a pair of white lace panties and held them up. They were a pair he knew well, and he pictured you in them as he brought the lace to his nose, breathing in the perfume.
His watch ticked loudly. The hallway was silent.
A surge of arousal made him shiver, and Steve gave into an unexpected desire. He undressed slowly, pulling off his tight tee with one hand and stepping out of his khakis. He stood in front of your long mirror and carefully pulled on the white lace. It took a second to adjust himself into the tight fabric, but once it was on, he felt another wave of need wash over him. His cock twitched against the lace and his heart pounded in his chest. Unable to resist, he ran his big hands over his chest and down, fingers rippling over his tight stomach and down. He teased at the lace and cupped his dick, almost moaning aloud as he did.
“Oh… my god…”
Your gasp made Steve jump. He hadn’t heard you come in, nor seen your reflection over his shoulder in the mirror. He spun around quickly and tried to hide himself, arms and hands flying over his body, not knowing where to land or how to shield his sin from your eyes. His cheeks burst hot pink and he looked down at his feet.
His voice cracked. “You’re back.”
“I am.” It was impossible to take your eyes off of him. Golden sunset light played off his bare chest, his thick arms, the tight cut of his hips. The white lace against his tanned skin looked incredible; the shyness on his face was beautiful. “I didn’t… expect um… this…”
He cringed as you shut the door and dropped your bag by the bed. “I’m sorry. I was just- I was waiting for you and-”
“Decided to play dress up?”
Steve looked up and met your eye. “I…”
You laughed gently and toed off your shoes. “It’s OK… You look…” A sweep of your gaze down his body made your clit throb. “Really…” He dropped his hands and your attention locked on his erection straining against the lace. “Hot.”
Steve sucked in a deep breath and chewed the corner of his lip. “Really?”
“So hot,” you whispered, gliding across the room as if caught in a tractor beam. “Absolutely beautiful.” He held his breath as you pressed up on your tip toes to kiss his worried lips. “Perfectly sexy.” He let out a moan when you dragged your hand down his body to brush against the panties. “So… fucking… hot.”
Steve’s head fell back as you rubbed him through the lace. “Hot damn!”
Palm flat over his erection, you stroked him gently while licking at his nipples. “Ya know, it wouldn’t kill you to let a ‘fuck’ slip out now and then.”
He looked down with an almost drunken smile. “It might.”
“Challenge accepted.” You winked and sank down to your knees.
Before he could question your words, you huffed a hot breath over the lace and Steve’s eyes rolled back. “Oh my…”
Determined and incredibly wet seeing him in your panties, you pressed your lips to his cock, dropping kisses along the hard line of him. The lace was being stretched beyond repair, but it didn’t matter, this was too perfect.
“Gosh, Y/N…” He reached down to caress your hair, lovingly sweeping back any strands that fell into your eyes. “Feels so good…” His breath hitched hard when your tongue struck out to flick over the fabric. “God!”
Lips locked in an open O, you dragged them back and forth over his shaft, letting the wet heat from your mouth soak into the lace.
Steve’s hand tightened in your hair. “Oh… f-”
You moaned against him. “There you go… Come on… Say it.”
Steve swallowed hard and shook his head. “Nope.”
Sitting back for a moment, you let the saliva flood your mouth as you hooked two fingers into the elastic strap across his hips. Gently, you pulled the panties down. Your pussy throbbed when his cock was exposed; your heart raced as you pressed your lips to the swollen head.
“Y/N!” His lips trembled, his stomach tensed.
Taking him deep down your throat, you swallowed slowly and Steve tried desperately not to buck his hips and hurt you. You set your hands on his ass, dug your nails into his flesh.
“I-”
You pulled back, tight lipped and cheeks hollowed.
“Jesus…”
“Come on, Steve…” You swirled your tongue over his leaky slit. “Say it.”
He shook his head quickly but his resolve was waning.
Again, you took him in deep, this time gagging as you pushed too far. Steve’s hips jerked hard and he let out a loud moanning, “Fuck!”
Proud and shaking, you spread your knees and stuffed a hand into your pants, instantly tapping your aching clit as you swallowed around him again. You fucked yourself between his legs as he enjoyed your rolling tongue.
Steve pulled partially out only to thrust back between your slick lips. He let out a string of whispered curses as he used your mouth, praising your sweet mouth and God for making it. His thighs trembled and his thrusts slowed. You looked up through thick lashes and nodded, wanting, needing what he had to give.
With a guttural grunt, Steve came, body shuddering as his cum flooded your mouth. As soon as the hot, salty mess struck the back of your throat, your orgasm hit. Bliss ran through your system as you swallowed every drop of him and pulled back, panting and grinning.
Steve shook himself and then reached down to help you up. It was nothing to him to lift you off of your feet and take you into his strong arms. He kissed you hard and set you down, flushed with a relaxing glow that echoed the sunset.
“I’m so glad you’re back,” he whispered.
“Me too.” With a sigh, you slid your hand up his chest and urged him down for another kiss. “Just, uh- don’t dig too deep in my underwear drawer. You may find some things you’re not ready for…”
His eyes shot over your shoulder to the dresser. “Well, now I’m even more intrigued.”
“Oh, you sweet child,” you teased, patting his chest. “Trust me, you’re too damned innocent for what’s lurking in there. But since I got you to scream ‘fuck’… maybe someday soon…”
This is just an excuse for smutty smut with Dean in a thunderstorm, because storms just send me to that headspace. Bringing all of you to smut jail with me. Hope you enjoy the ride! 😏😉
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2678
Warnings: SMUT. Oral (male and female receiving), tit-fucking, did I mention there's smut?
Beautiful storm dividers by @firefly-graphics
You walk into the library, tossing your still-damp hair over your shoulder. You’re fresh from the shower, dressed in just a thin, clingy t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, since Sam is gone, chasing down a vengeful spirit in Des Moines with Eileen.
Dean is focused on his laptop, and you slide up next to him, his arm reaching out the circle your hips as you stand beside him. “Whatcha doing?”
“Just waiting for you,” he says, glancing up at you, then really looking, his eyes roaming over your barely-there clothing. He lets out a low hum, hugging you close as he snuggles his face into your side. “God, you smell good,” he says, his voice muffled, and you grin, your fingers scratching gently through his hair.
You look at his laptop, nothing there but the weather forecast. “Storms tonight?”
He sits back up, nodding. “Yeah, no warnings or anything, just thunderstorms pretty much all night.” He closes the laptop and pulls you close as he looks into your eyes. “Remember that job in Oklahoma, the stormy weather? That was a good night,” he says, his voice warm with the memory. “I’ve always loved how storms make you a little crazy.”
You slip your arms around his neck. “Unfortunately, you can barely hear them down here in the bunker.” You shrug, bending down to kiss him. Your kiss is slow, gentle, his hands drifting down to cup your ass. Then he tilts his head, slanting his lips against yours, the kiss deepening as he kneads at your soft flesh and pulls you closer. When he stops, he meets your smile with one of his own as you speak softly. “I have an idea. How about we take Baby out. Park out in the open, in the middle of the storm. I’m in the mood to be a little crazy.”
“Mmmmmm,” he hums as he leans in to nibble at your neck, sending goosebumps skittering over your skin. “Let’s do it.”
A few minutes later, you’ve slipped into your Nikes, and Dean comes back into the room with a couple of blankets, topped off with two bath towels. “In case things get messy,” he grins when you look up at him, and you laugh. “I’m gonna grab some beers, meet you at the car.”
“And some water. In case we get messy,” you reply, and he flashes a grin at you over his shoulder as he leaves the room.
In no time you’re on the road, a six-pack cooler loaded with beer and ice (and two bottles of water) on the passenger side floor, next to the shoes you’ve already kicked off. You sit next to Dean, your legs curled up on the seat beside you, his arm around your shoulders. It hasn’t started raining yet, but there is a dazzling light show already beginning in the skies around you.
Dean knows exactly where he’s going – a wide-open field a couple of miles from the bunker, a fenced-off pasture nearby with cattle off in the distance. He pulls up in the middle of the wide-open space, sky visible on all sides, and parks just as the first raindrops begin to fall.
He shuts off the engine, then turns to you and leans in close, his lips barely brushing over yours. You hold your breath, your eyes drifting closed as he kisses you for real, his tongue teasing at the seam of your lips, and you grip handfuls of his shirt as you respond with a sigh.
Dean manhandles you over to the middle of the seat and pulls you over to straddle his lap, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you flush against his rapidly hardening cock. Your hands caress his face before moving down to rest on his broad shoulders, giving you leverage as you grind against him.
You lift your head and look down at him, watching his jaw clench at the pleasurable friction. “Baby?”
“Yeah,” he growls back, teeth clenched.
“Turn around, lean back on the door for me.”
He looks into your eyes, his tongue darting out over his lips as he realizes your intent. You move off his lap and let him move to pull one leg up to lay straight against the back of the seat, the other foot braced on the floor. You bite your lip and then smile at him before unlacing his boots, helping him take off the one on the seat as he pries off the other one. Then you crawl up between his legs and reach for his zipper, easing it down and popping the button, pulling down his jeans and boxers as he lifts up to help you.
The lightning is almost constant now, the thunder low and rumbling. Thunderstorms have always touched something almost primal within you, made you feel wild, unchained. You want to take him with you, make him feel the same way.
You lean in to give him a hungry kiss before lowering yourself down to slowly lick the tip of his cock. He lets out a harsh breath, one hand flying to grip the steering wheel and the other clutching at the back of the seat as you drag your tongue up the length of his shaft, then take him into your mouth.
His head thumps against the window as he rears back, his hips rising as you take him in deeper, sucking and laving at the slit as you pull back. You gently tease at the head of his cock with your teeth, then suck him down again, reaching between his thighs to fondle his balls. You hum with satisfaction as you begin a slow rhythm, taking him deeper with each bob of your head, reveling in the sounds forcing their way from his lips.
He breeches your throat, and you fight the urge to gag, swallowing around him. He swears, a string of broken, incoherent words as his hand flies to your head, fingers tangling in your hair. His grip tightens as you bring him closer to the edge, until he’s finally unable to keep from bucking up into your mouth.
His fist tightens in your hair until it stings as he loses control, plunging in deep and causing tears to leak from your eyes. You brace a hand on his thigh, trailing a fingernail lightly over his perineum, startling a strangled cry from him as he comes, spurting hot and thick into your throat and mouth.
You clean him off gently, moving back as he removes his hand from your hair, breathing hard as he recovers. You reach down for a bottle of water from the cooler, taking several swallows before replacing the lid. When you put the bottle down, Dean moves to pull you close, kissing you as he crushes you to his chest. You finally break apart, both of you needing to breathe. “Fuck, I love when you get like this,” he says, his hand cradling your face as you smile. “How about we get in the back so I can return the favor?”
Dean grins at the needy noise you are unable to suppress. You pull back from his arms, turning to lean over the back of the seat. As you slide your way over, he hooks his fingers into the waist of your shorts and yanks them down, leaving you to land bare-assed on the back seat. “Very smooth, Winchester,” you laugh, shaking your head at the proud smirk on his face.
“I thought so.” You spread one of the blankets over the seat, placing the other near the door as a pillow. Dean does an awkward dive over the front seat, grunting in pain as his knee hits the floor.
“That was graceful,” you laugh at his landing. He groans as he rights himself, then smirks at you as he grabs your hips and pulls you towards him.
“Smartass,” he responds, dropping a kiss to the inside of your knee before propping your leg up on the back of the seat and arranging the other with your foot planted on the floor, legs spread wide. He glides his fingertips up the inside of your thigh, his lips parted as he stares down at you. “This wet just from sucking me off? So fucking hot, baby,” he mutters, then settles himself, somehow, into the space remaining and begins to place warm, open-mouthed kisses on your pussy before his tongue darts out to taste you.
A rumble of thunder all but drowns out your moan as he goes to work on you, hands holding you open to him when your legs fight to close around his head. He drives you to a shuddering orgasm quickly with his tongue and lips, then begins to fuck you with his fingers, twisting and stroking over your sweet spot with his usual unerring accuracy until you’re on the edge again. He sucks on your clit and you come hard, pulling at his hair and shouting his name, finally pushing him away when you grow too sensitive. He drops kisses to the soft skin of your thighs and stomach, then pushes back and strips off his shirts, then his pants. You watch, your eyes roaming over his body, letting out a breathy sigh of appreciation.
He’s hard again, and there is heat in his eyes as he moves back over you, pushing your shirt up and pulling it over your head as you raise your arms to help. “God, I love these,” he whispers, then bends to tongue a nipple between his lips.
He’s so good with his mouth, the way he flicks his tongue over your nipples, sucks with just the perfect amount of pressure, nips and tugs with his teeth just enough to add a sharp edge to the pleasure. He has you writhing underneath him as he moves from one breast to the other, teasing you until you whimper his name. “Dean, need you, now.”
He latches on to your soft flesh, sucking a mark onto the upper curve of your right breast before he lifts his head and moves up to kiss your lips, hungry and demanding. “Want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” he mumbles against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip. You whine and nod, and he sucks on your lips one last time. “Roll over for me, on your knees.”
His callused hands smooth over your ass as you adjust your position, and you push yourself back as you feel the head of his cock prodding at your entrance. Dean torments you, dragging the tip through your folds, nudging at your clit as you make an impatient noise. “So demanding,” he teases, then lines himself up and presses forward, bottoming out with some help from you. You let out a pornographic moan as he fills you to the limit, gasping for air as your body adjusts itself to his girth.
He rocks his hips, barely moving, a low groan in his throat as he basks in the feeling of being inside you. “God, you feel good, baby.”
“Mmmmmm. Yeah,” you answer. “But if you don’t move, Winchester – I’m gonna…” He chuckles softly, then draws out and slides back in, slowly at first, then harder as you say his name again in a warning tone. He hooks an arm around your hips, one hand pressed against your lower belly, the other hand pawing at your bouncing, swaying breasts as he begins to drive into you hard and fast.
You stare out the window, eyes unfocused with pleasure, the lightning flashes in the raindrops on the windows glittering like jewels, the thunder vibrating deep inside you. Dean is fucking into you deep, and the combined sensations of the storm raging outside and his cock slamming into you are mind-blowing in the best possible way, incoherent sounds forced from you both with every powerful thrust. He’s hitting that spot that makes you see stars, and he’s nailing it hard, the tension building inside you steadily until it’s almost frightening, but you welcome the inevitable explosion. He shifts his hand lower so he can rub at your clit, and it ends you.
You wail out his name as you come hard, your head spinning as every nerve ending fires, as white hot as the constant lightning in the sky surrounding you. Dean slows, grunting at the vise-like grip you have around his cock, easing back the friction on your clit as you buck and whimper your way through your climax.
When you finally take a deep breath and blow it out, he pulls back, ready to rail into you again, but you shake your head, your voice rasping and breathless. “No. Wait.” You put your hand over top of his, the one that has a grip on your breast, your nipple caught between his knuckles. You turn your head slightly, still panting. “I want you to fuck my tits. I want to watch you come.”
“Uhhhhhh, fuck.” The words are punched from his gut, and he moves his hand quickly from between your thighs. You can feel him wrapping it around the base of his cock, clamping tight as he pulls himself free from your still-pulsing cunt. “Jesus, baby.” He doesn’t loosen his grip as you move slowly, adjusting your position until you are lying flat on the seat beneath him, looking up at his face as he fights back the urge to come. It’s so fucking hot that your clit throbs almost painfully again, and you let out a soft whine.
He looks down at you, his chest heaving as he blows out breaths between his lips. When the urge finally releases its grip on him, he shifts himself into position, and you snug your breasts up on either side of his throbbing cock, cradling it in the valley between them. He’s hot and velvety smooth against your skin, and the look on his face is worth everything.
“Go ahead, baby – come for me,” you say, and he begins to move, the slick from being inside you letting him glide smoothly between your tits. His hands are braced, white-knuckled, on the door and the back of the seat, and he groans long and low as you tilt your head up and tongue at the head of his cock on every upstroke.
You keep your eyes on him, your cunt pulsing, on the edge again at Dean’s expression, a cross between desperation and bliss. His teeth clench hard as the first wave hits him, and you manage to catch most of it on your tongue as he growls your name, and you shudder as another mild orgasm washes through you. Three, four more thrusts between your breasts and he is finished, both of you messy and sticky, spent and sated.
After a few exhausted seconds, he straightens up, sitting back on his haunches as he looks down at you, a weak smirk curving his lips. “You’re tryin’ to kill me,” he mutters, and you answer with a weary grin.
“Definitely more fun alive, Winchester,” you quip as he reaches into the front seat for your bottle of water, then for a towel from the back window well. He wets it and leans up to gently clean a bit of come from your eyelashes, then the rest from your neck and chest.
“That was hot as fuck,” he says. “And now I need to sleep for about 4 days.”
You laugh softly, turning to your side on the seat and patting the area behind you. “Well, c’mere.” You hand him the other blanket from under your head, and he spreads it out, then crawls underneath and tucks himself behind you, pulling you into his arms. He nabs the other towel and jams it under his head, and you use his arm as a pillow, breathing a contented sigh as you rest back against him, listening to the rain still pelting the roof of the Impala.
“God, I love storms,” you whisper, and he drops a kiss on your neck as you drift off in his arms.
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