A Handful of Bad Decisions
A Supernatural Story
Deanβs hot, OK? And sometimes, he gets all worked up over youβ¦ and you have to deal with it however and wherever you can. Even if it means, occasionally, getting arrested.
Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester, OMCs
2553 Words - NSFW, Public Sex, Oral, Fingering, Car Sex
Impala-Dreamerβs MasterlistΒ ~Β Patreon
His eyes were on you all day. Bright. Green. Eyes. Hungry eyes. Eyes that ate you alive, made your legs weak, and your skin flush. You could feel him staring all through the interview with the oblivious police chief, his eyes darting between the old man and your body. He would linger for a moment on your face before letting his gaze fall slowly down and settle on your tight navy skirt. More than once, you saw his eyes locked on your legs and you would snap two fingers to draw him back to reality.Β
He would look up, startled, and then clear his throat to reset as if the simple action would ease the strain in his trousers, but seconds later, you would feel him staring again.Β
It was an unconscious act, the way his tongue slid across his lips, but it spoke volumes. You tried to stay calm, to focus and get through the interrogation, but when Deanβs teeth scraped across his bottom lip, you were done for.
Sunlight hit your face as you pushed open the heavy doors of the police station. Quickly, you exited, high heels hitting the stone stairs, with Dean close behind.
βWhat the hell were you doing in there?β you asked in a growl that snapped Deanβs eyes to yours.Β
βWhat?β A defensive expression lit his freckled face.Β
With a huff, you threw your arms up and spun on the bottom step to look up at him. βYou are completely distracted today, Dean! I was all alone in there!β
βYou were not,β he said with a slight eye roll. βI was right there.βΒ
You leaned forward and lowered your voice as you continued your scolding. βYour body was, but your mind wasβ¦ elsewhere.β
He let out a tiny laugh and took two steps down until he was at eye level with you. βSweetheart, itβs not my fault you wore that skirt today.β
βI-what? Youβ¦β You wagged a finger at him and then took it back and set it on your hip. An embarrassed but intrigued smile pulled at your lips. βFirst of all, donβt call me that. Secondlyβ¦ I thought you liked this skirt.β Your pout was designed especially for him and he caught your true meaning.Β
βOh, you know I do,β he said with a subtle wink.Β
Once more, his tongue made an appearance, and the sheen it left on his lip drove you wild. Without really thinking about it, you grabbed his arm and took off, quickly pulling him with you behind the big brick building.Β
The alley was narrow and empty, hidden from the sun and passing eyes. As soon as you turned the corner, you spun around and grabbed his tie, walking your hands up the blue silk while you spoke in a hushed whisper. βYouβre gonna get us both in a lot of trouble, Agent Smith.βΒ
He smirked as your fingers closed around the knot and tugged him forward. βThatβs, Agent Waters,β he corrected.Β
You gave the tie a yank and pulled his lips down to yours. βShut up.β
Deanβs hands fell to your sides as your tongue slipped through his perfect lips. His mouth was hot and wet; his hands were firm. Rough fingers found their way to your thigh and scratched upwards, taking your skirt with them and sending a chill down your spine.Β
βDeanβ¦β His lips were on your neck, his palm between your legs. βDeanβ¦β
βYeah, baby?βΒ
You slid a hand up from his shoulders to grab a meager fistful of hair, just enough to unlatch his lips from your throat. He pulled away with a glistening mouth and heavy eyes.Β Β Β Β
So taken by the lust in his eyes, you forgot the sexy lure you were about to drop on him and decided that actions spoke louder than words. You kissed him once more and then slowly fell to your knees, dragging your polished fingernails firmly down his body and making quick work of his zipper.Β
Nervously, he looked over both shoulders, up and down the alley to make sure the coast was clear. βYouβre in a mood, huh?β
His hips jerked forward as you slid your hand inside his slacks and ran a finger down his shaft. He was growing under your touch and it made your mouth water.Β
βYour fault,β you said, strategically looking up into his eyes as you pulled his cock out. A soft kiss to the tip made him moan.Β
βWell, I ainβt gonna apologize if this oneβs on meβ¦ Fuck!βΒ
Your tongue swirled; your lips pulsed. His breath caught, halted as you pushed your wet mouth all the way down to the root of him. You could feel him throbbing and stiffening on your tongue. You moaned at the proud pleasure of it all and swallowed around him.Β
βGoddamn, Y/N/Nβ¦β Deanβs knees buckled a bit and he begged the brick wall for support. One hand held him steady while the other caressed the back of your head. βSo fucking hotβ¦β
A long stroke of your tongue made him moan so loud it echoed down to the corner and out to the street. You froze, pulled back, and looked around. All seemed well, so you gripped the base of his cock with your fist and took a deep breath. You were going for broke.
Before your lips could graze the leaking head of Deanβs beautiful cock, a voice startled you both. A quick glance revealed the outline of a uniformed officer standing at the entrance to the alleyway. Hands on his hips, he peered into the shadows and cleared his throat.Β
Immediately, you popped up and pretended to hold an earring. βFound it!β
For his part, Dean spun away from the cop and closed his pants with shaking fingers. βOh, good!β
βThank goodness!β you went on, pantomiming putting the earring in its place, βthese were my grandmother's!β
The cop was suspicious, but let it go, shaking his head as he walked away, probably to tell his buddies what heβd just seen the two inquisitive feds doing outside.Β
Once alone, you spun and slapped Dean on the arm. Hard.Β
βHey!β He rubbed the spot and frowned. βWhat the hell?β
βYouβre gonna get us arrested!β you hissed in a whisper.Β
Green eyes went wide. βMe? Youβre the one getting down on me, kiddo. This oneβs on you.βΒ
With a huff, you rolled your eyes and turned away. Your heels clicked as you attempted to walk out of the shadows and head to the car. It was parked a good way away, which would give you plenty of time to cool down.Β
Dean had other ideas.Β
His fingers wrapped tightly around your arm as he fit his chest against your back. It was a hard gesture, intimidating and arousing. He bent his lips to your ear.Β
βYou gonna walk away after you got me all worked up like that?βΒ
Your heart raced. His breath was a lust spell on your throat. βThought it best we donβt get thrown in the clink todayβ¦β His lips closed on your neck with a supple kiss. Your blood warmed, rushed down to your clit. His big forearm slid across your chest, locking you to him. He kissed you harder, then licked at your ear. βFuck it. Jail ainβt too bad.βΒ
Spinning in his arms, you grabbed the nape of his neck and tugged him close. His tongue drove instantly between your lips and you breathed him in: cheap cologne and the last wisps of his morning smoke. His mouth tasted like mint and black coffee, strange but so very Dean.Β
βItβll be worth it,β he breathed, pushing you up against the bricks. Again, his hand raced up your thigh and pressed hard against your panties. You could feel the fabric dampen and so could he. He whistled softly. βDamn, babyβ¦βΒ
βKeep going,β you teased, βit gets better.β
He hummed into your mouth and pulled your thin panties aside. When his finger slicked through your pussy lips, your entire body tensed up. When he slipped two inside, you moaned against his stubbled jaw.Β
βFuckβ¦βΒ
He chuckled darkly and did just that- fucking you on his fingers while you trembled, stuck between him and the cool bricks. He kept his eyes on your face, watching in awed silence every twitch, every gasp, every moment of pleasure as he worked you up.
Clawing at his shoulders, your nails dug into the cheap fabric of his suit, nearly tearing the seams.Β
βFuck, Dean!βΒ
βYou gonna cum, baby?β He crooked his fingers, thumbed your clit. βRight here out in the open like this? You gonna cum?βΒ
The tightness inside was nearly unbearable, but it soon screeched to a halt as you heard a stern βAhemβ flow through the alley.Β
Slapping Deanβs chest to get his attention, you pushed him off and stumbled behind him. No good excuse came to your edged mind, but thankfully, Dean stepped up.Β
βSorry about that, Officer.β He shoved his wet fingers into his pocket and stepped into the sunlight. βShe was feeling faint, so I got her out of the sun for a bit.βΒ
The copβs eyes narrowed on Dean and then you. βShe OK now?βΒ
Skirt righted and legs a little stronger, you appeared at Deanβs side. βYes,β you assured him, βthanks. Just very hot today.β A laugh seemed to calm the man down.Β
βYeah. Itβs Florida,β he said, mentally done with the entire situation. βIt does that.βΒ
Another laugh and a shrug sent the officer on his way, and you looked up at Dean. βHeat stroke?βΒ
He met your annoyance. βGrandmotherβs earring?βΒ
βWell, what was I supposed to say?βΒ
βExactly.βΒ
The Impala sat in the blazing sun, chrome shining like lasers, hood burning like a charcoal grill.
Inside was no better. The vinyl was basically on fire, and sitting in a skirt was no fun at all.Β
βFuck, itβs hot.βΒ
Dean agreed silently and turned the key. The old air conditioning kicked on and the plastic blocks stuck inside rattled a comforting melody.Β
βYou OK over there?β he asked, peeking at you from the side.Β
Sweat was beading on your chest and you popped a few blouse buttons open to get some air. βIβm dying.β
Deanβs gaze trickled down like the sweat on your throat, landing on your exposed breasts. The white lace bra did little to deter his desire.Β
βThat bra,β he sighed, turning in his seat, βand that skirtβ¦β He scooted across the seat, a little bit closer. βYou were askinβ for it today, huh?β He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and you melted from more than the temperature.Β
βFuck, Deanβ¦β You turned to him and grabbed his tie. βYou need to fuck me.β
He grinned. βYeah?β
βYeah.β In a swift move, you slid down on the seat and spread your legs. The skirt didnβt stand a chance and you heard the back seam split. βLikeβ¦ now.βΒ
The Impala is much bigger than it might seem, but not that big. It took a bit of maneuvering, but Dean was able to tug himself out of his pants and jacket, tossing the unnecessary costume into the backseat. While you waited, you finished ripping the skirt, casting it to the floor like an evil thing into hell, and peeled off your drenched panties.Β
Two pumps of his wrist later, his thick cock was dipping slowly into you, pushing in deeper by the second. You moaned loudly as he inched in, tugged on his tie, urging him on.Β
βNeeded this so badβ¦β Green eyes glazed over as he began to thrust, hard and steady, winding you back up. βThat fucking skirtβ¦βΒ
The seat creaked, the shocks bounced. You damn near lost your mind.Β
Right before that blessed moment, that golden second of sweet, blissful release, a knock sounded on the window.Β
You froze. Dean gasped.Β
βOh fuck,β you whispered, βwhat do we do?βΒ
He shook his head as terror blanched his face. βI donβt know!β he mouthed.Β
Knuckles hit the window again.Β
Still inside of you, though softening faster than melting ice cream on a boiling stovetop, Dean screwed on a cheeky grin and rolled down the passenger side window.Β
The police chiefβs scowling face greeted you both.Β
Dean laughed nervously. βChief Anderson, nice to see you again!β
The old manβs thin lips formed an even thinner line. βYou two arenβt really FBI, are you?βΒ
The prospect of federal indictment chilled your arousal to the core. βWellβ¦β Pushing Dean aside, you sat up as best you could while attempting to cover your privates. βWe uhβ¦ Itβs been a long trip and-β
βGet out of the car, please.βΒ
Dean cleared his throat and stuck his head through the window. βThis is just a big misunderstanding, sir. If we could just-β
βGet out. Of the car,β Anderson repeated firmly. βNow.β
Evening light hit your face as you stepped through the heavy doors of the police station. Shame washed over you as you followed Sam from the building, your high heels hitting the stone stairs. An exhausted but cocky Dean exited close behind.
Halfway down the steps, Sam spun around. βSeriously, what is wrong with you two?β You could tell he wanted to scream but he was holding back, dropping his voice into a heavy whisper. There was no answer from you or Dean, so he tried again, a little louder. βWell?βΒ
Since your partner was silent, you cleared your throat and searched the sky for an answer. Twilight offered no help. βItβsβ¦ umβ¦β
Sam clenched his jaw. His cheeks were ruby red with frustration. In his defense, it had been a hell of a week already, and this little pitstop to rescue you and Dean from a holding cell was not helping. βTalk!β
βSam,β you stammered, unsure of where you were going. βItβs likeβ¦ Well, sometimesβ¦ It wasβ¦ Just likeβ¦ a handful of bad decisions.β
A step above you, Dean laughed under his breath. βIt was a handful of something, alright.βΒ
βOh, come on!β Sam pinched the bridge of his nose and turned away. βDo you know what it took to get you two out of there?βΒ
You shrugged.Β
Dean chewed his lip. βA bottle of scotch and some sunblock?βΒ
Sam growled. βNo. But letβs just say you two owe Bobby more than that!β
You felt bad all around. Sam didnβt need any more stress, poor old Andersen had gotten an eyeful of Deanβs ass, and you still hadnβt cum. It wasnβt a great day.Β
βSamβ¦β You followed him down the steps and reached for his arm. βItβs reallyβ¦ not our fault.β
He spun around, eyes wild. βReally! Then whose fault is it?βΒ
Hoping down the last two stairs, Dean smirked. βHer skirt.β
Samβs eyes rolled back further than was humanly possible. βYou two areβ¦ theβ¦ fucking worst.βΒ
You tried to hold your laughter, wanting to make amends with your rescuer, but the smug look on Deanβs face was too much.Β
When he winked, you were done for.Β
When his arm slung around your shoulders as you headed back to the Impala, you knew everything would be fine. Anderson would forget all about the agents fucking outside his station, Dean would finish you off as soon as you were back in the motel, and Samβ¦ Sam would get over it. Eventually.Β
It was an OK day.Β
@1313dianaΒ @alwaystiredandconfusedΒ @bettystonewellΒ @caplanbuckybarnesΒ @cevenasdove-babyΒ Β
@cosicas-cuquisΒ @Deans-spinster-witchΒ @deanwinchesterswitchΒ @deansyahtzeeΒ @feelmyroarrrr
@flanneledfaeΒ @foxyjwls007Β @gabavaldmanΒ @hobby27Β @illicithallwaysΒ
@impala67rollingthroughtownΒ @Jackles010378Β @jtink27Β @justwhisperingfantasiesΒ @k-slla
@khouse712Β @ladykitana90Β @luvr4miyaΒ @lyarr24Β @mariekoukie6661Β Β
@marvellousbrattiganΒ @mistressofallthingsgeekyΒ @MxtansyΒ @my-stories-vaultΒ @nightxcreature
@peytongooseΒ @riteofpassage77Β @Robynn9436-blogΒ @shadyloveobjectΒ @somebrokeartstudent
@that-stanford-girlieΒ @the-wounded-healer05Β @zepskiesΒ Β Add Yourself To The List - Check out my Patreon - Buy a Book
