then it grows like thunder
summary: There’s a summer storm shaking the trees around you, fortunately you can pull Baby off to the side of the road and pass the time by shaking beneath Dean. pairing: Dean Winchester x OC (female, unnamed, no physical appearance descriptors) rating: Explicit (juuuust this side of, though) warnings: car sex with Dean word count: 269 A/N: New blog in the tumblr fanfic world! Not new to writing, but to posting my stuff, especially my smut, publicly(unless you count my rp blogs). It’s a little nerve wracking, so I’m starting with something short. Hi. <3
The windows are steamed up from the inside, opaque sticky dampness that barely rivals the sweat dripping from their skin. Droplets slipping down his temple, a sheen on her neck and her stomach that is slick and sticky and hot against his own. He’s going to have a mess to clean up tomorrow; the passenger seat’s soaked from when they didn’t make it back to the car in time and she didn’t roll up the window, the back seat will smell like him and her and sex ( he doesn’t mind but Sam will the next time he stretches out there to catch some shut-eye ).
His tongue and lips taste salt along the line of her jaw, and he smells the rain on her the same storm that’s smattering against the car, heavy enough to slip it and them into the ink-black of the night.
Hips roll with the thunder, thrust with the lightning, his breath against her pulse, lips, is harsh like the wind that’s only a little responsible for the rocking of the vehicle. Another grind and he hits a spot that makes her yelp, answered by another clap of thunder on its heels. It doesn’t shake the earth but she’s trembling beneath his body and that’s good enough for him. Pelting rain gets a little louder against the roof and he thinks it’s the storm before the calm or maybe it’s just gearing up for a long night.
His lips press warm and plush-damp up her neck and to her ear, curve into a grin.
“Y’think you or the rain’s goin’ to finish first, sweetheart?”