#break time

Just a dirty little Dean drabble that came to me on my break from work today... 😁

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 585

Warnings: Smutty smut, bathroom sex

(Bunny dividers by @firefly-graphics )

You and Dean crowd into the tiny bathroom at the service station next to the cafe where you work. You’re both out of breath after running from the back door of the cafe to more neutral ground – you can’t afford to get fired. You laugh, pointing at the sign next to the door – it reads ‘Please don’t have sex in the bathroom’ with two humping bunnies at the bottom, and Dean throws his head back and joins in. “Sorry, but we’re breakin’ that rule. How much time did you say you have?”

“Fifteen minutes,” you pant out, wasting no time in kicking off your shoes and stripping your jeans and panties off as Dean sheds his leather jacket.

“Fuck, sweetheart, that hardly gives me time to get you ready,” he replies, unzipping and shifting his jeans and boxers down to his thighs before slipping a hand between your thighs.

“I’m ready – I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” you say breathlessly as he slides two fingers up inside you to the last knuckle with a moan.

“Ohhhh, yeah, you are all kinds of wet for me,” he mumbles, then kisses you, all tongue and teeth in your hurry for each other. He’s cleaned up, but he’s been working on the Impala and you can smell the motor oil, the sweat on his skin. It’s making you a little crazy.

One last desperate, sloppy kiss before he spins you around to face the sink, and you brace your hands on it as he adjusts your hips just a bit. Then he’s dipping down, his cock nudging into your softness before the head catches at your entrance and he thrusts up inside you, deep and hard.

You cry out a little, then bite at your lip to keep the noise down. He moves you just a little more, and then hits a hard, fast rhythm, one hand splayed over your lower belly and mound to keep you in place as the other braces against the wall. Your mouth drops open as you gasp for air, then bite your lips together to keep from shouting, it feels so – damn – good.

“Fuck, baby, take me so good,” he grunts out, slamming into you like there’s no tomorrow and this is the last time he’ll get to fuck you. “You gotta come for me, can’t let you go back to work unless you come.”

He dips his hand lower so he can finger your clit, rubbing hard little circles as he drives deep with every stroke, and you can’t help shouting his name as you fucking explode, then whine as your cunt squeezes him so hard he swears. “Dean, fuck!”

He’s right behind you, you feel him swell and then erupt inside you, and you shudder as he holds himself in to the limit, pumping you full. As he finally relaxes a bit, it already begins to leak out and drip down your thighs. “Goddamn,” he pants out, leaning in to kiss your neck, then slowly pulls out, grabbing a handful of paper towels from the dispenser to catch the mess between your legs. “That was fucking awesome.”

He drops the towels into the trash and turns you around, kissing you slow and sweet this time. Then he grabs your clothes and goes down on one knee, helping you get your feet back into your panties and jeans. As you finish pulling them up and zipping up, he slips your shoes back onto your feet and ties them, shooting a triumphant grin up at you as you giggle at his expression.

“Told you we could do it,” he says, giving you one more kiss before he finishes zipping his jeans and reaches for the door. “Break time’s over, baby. See you after work.”

Giovedi.. 15/05.. 6:52

B𝕦o𝙣ᗪ𝑖! 🥮

Detective Comics (1937) #33 & Detective Comics (1937) # 38