A Transcendent Fourth Of July
FOURTH OF JULY SPECIAL!
Pairing Dean Winchester x f!reader
Warnings: cunnilingus, smut, fluff, profanities, licking, some overstimulation, cunnilingus during period
Word Count: 1935
The impala halts. You peer out of the window to see the sky - it is naked. No stars, no fireworks. However, you can hear the crackling of the fireworks, quite identical to gunshots.
“Son of a bitch.” Dean murmurs as he looks at the sky like you. It is dark, but the scant light illuminates his sharp cheekbones. He looks breathtaking.
You chuckle at his words, lolling your head back. Dean grips the steering wheel tightly, as he ignites the engine.
You swiftly grab his shoulder, “I don’t care if I don’t see fireworks today.” You scoot closer to him, having the right side of his hip meet the left side of your hip, “I just want to be with you.”
Dean smiles, as his pointy canines point out causing your heart to skip a beat, “I promised to show you fireworks.”
“Wherever we can see fireworks is not isolated.” You chime, as you straddle him. His hand comfortably rests upon your hips, “You did make another promise.”
His emerald eyes meet yours, as he brushes a strand of hair away from the soft skin of your face. His plump pillow soft lips part, “No fireworks today then?”
You nod your head, as you marvel over him.
He raises his eyebrows slightly, “Ya sure?” He runs his hand down your back, causing your smile to widen at the free massage.
“Yes,” You sit more erectly as you open the car door.
As you grab his hand, you both make your way out of the car door. The only sound heart is the car door shutting. You bite the bottom of your lip as you prop yourself on the hood of the impala.
You try to lie in a fully supine position, but you lie around ¾ fully flat due to your back resting upon the windshield. Your palms are next to your back and they touch the hood of the impala, close to the windshield wipers.
In a lissome manner, Dean leans in front of you, where you can smell his hot breath of cherry pie. He slowly puts his weight above you, causing you now to fully lie down as your hands grab the sides of his face. Your palms can feel the slight stubble beginning to form.
The moment you both smash your lips into each other, you hear the booming sound of a barrage of gunshots. Disregarding the sound you both melt into each other, as you tangle your hands through his luscious brown hair. As you both are practically massaging each other's tongue, you just happen to open your eyes.
You freeze in glee causing Dean to pull back.
“Fireworks!” You breathlessly whisper, as you look up watching the colors boom in the sky.
You can hear Dean chuckle, as he lifts himself fully off you. He stands straight, on the ground as you watch the fireworks on the hood. With a playful gleam in his eyes, Dean grabs your ankles and pulls them.
You squawk in response to the unbidden movement that causes your head to rest on the hood, as your legs dangle down the hood. Your butt and onward rest on the hood.
“Where are you going?” You murmur, crinkling your eyebrows, as the corner of your eye sees a burly junoesque figure walk away.
“Getting you a pillow, sweetheart.” Dean beams, “Look at the fireworks.”
With a radiant smile on your face, you comply, turning your head back to the fireworks. You see beautiful colors booming on the sky at once and then falling and then the cycle repeats.
Before you know it, Dean gently with full on adoration lifts your head as he stuffs a pillow beneath it. Your head is comfortable and you have a majestic view.
Dean sinks to his knees and you are met with a dilemma. Do you look at the sinewy man below you or the fireworks?Both your eyes meet, as his eyes gleam with excitement.
“Look at the fireworks.” He coos as his fingers massage your inner thigh,
Once more you heed what he says as your head fully rests on the pillow once more. He grabs your thighs and pulls you even closer to him. Your hand runs though his hair, as he hitches up your denim skirt. You are wearing a white shirt, but unfortunately you could not find anything red.
“Oh.”
Your body stiffens. You lift your head up to see the commotion.
Dean’s beautiful eyes meet yours with his gaze softening, “It’s alright, baby.” He replies seeing how your eyebrows creased, “It’s just - you got a pad?”
Your eyes widen, “Now!” You remark, “It had to start now?!?”
Dean's eyes do not move from your face as he smirks at you, “Baby, it doesn’t change a thing.”
You arch a brow, as usually whenever you get your period you both typically cuddle. He is the little spoon, because you like the heat of his back soothing you.
“U-unless you are in pain,” Dean’s eyes widens a bit, correcting himself.
“No pain,” You murmur. You lick your lips, causing you to nibble on the little one. You lie back down, looking at the art upon the sky.
“You’re okay with me doing this?”
You can hear his voice laced with concern coming below, you smile, “Yes. I find it patriotic that I am bleeding. Afterall, I didn’t wear red.”
Dean chuckles, but it is muffled as you can feel warm and wet kisses on the inside of your thigh. You clit tingles at the sensation, as it becomes increasingly desperate for attention. You gaze on the fireworks that are red, white, and blue. Your red white and blue blooded face breaks out a jovial smile, as your fingers run against his scalp. His hair feels awfully soft, you suspect he has been using your shampoo.
However, your thoughts fly away, as you can feel your underwear slide off you in a slow and sensual manner. The cold air introduces itself, as it roams around your bare flower. However it is for a short while, as you are treated with more kisses. It causes you to giggle.
The fireworks vigorously boom in the sky, as all of a sudden the thick press of his tongue runs on you. He is practically lapping you. A lilting moan breaks out of you, as you press your head more into the pillow to see pink fireworks. You can hear the wet noises from yourself and his thick flexible tongue making music. On top of that is the dominating sound of the fireworks making it a unique tune you won’t hear typically when you are with Dean.
Your grip in his hair tightens slightly - afterall you do not want to pull and hurt his hair. You can feel him part your lips, and make his tongue roam among every crevice. The thunderous sound of the firework causes you to twitch, making your clit abruptly meet his tongue. You mewl at the heaven your jewel just felt. His tongue stops touching you, as you feel his thumb run up you as if he is smudging paint on a canvas. He stops at your clit, playing with it.
Your eyelids become drowsy as your mouth is agape. Lusty red fireworks burst in the sky. You both coalesce into one, when you feel his tongue delve into your sluice. You moan once more at the heavenly sensation.
“You like that?” He asks, however it is all garbled up because his tongue is literally in you and his mouth is pressed against you.
“Yes,” You moan, as you arch your back because his thumb intensifies the pressure on your clit.
Your breath begins to get shallow, as you are huffing and puffing. You are almost to a point of being a dog with their tongue out with drool falling out.
Yellow and red fireworks fill the sky, as you clench. You feel his cyclopean finger enter your gummy walls. Your body stops clenching, causing your head to rest on the pillow with more pressure, as his finger thrusts in and out your effulgent wetness - on top of that he curls his finger perfectly as he knows you.
You are so close to closing your eyes, as you are practically hit with a barrage of sensations. The loud thunderous booming sound of the fireworks, the commotion going on in your velvet walls, and the tingle of your refulgent clit being addressed. All Dean is doing is making your opening a bit more cadaverous for his two or maybe three fingers.
“The fireworks stopped.” You groan due to pleasure and due to disappointment.
Now you can just hear the squelching sound of his finger vigorously moving (not that you are complaining alot).
“Shit.” Dean murmurs, lifting his face off, “I’m sorry baby.”
“DON’T STOP!” You whine as you push his head down with your hands. You hear him chuckling and give a sharp yet gently bite to your clit. In response, you clench your thighs in a pathetic attempt to squeeze your folds together, afterall, Dean is between them and you do not have the strength to smash his head in.
Dean takes it up a notch as he sticks another finger in causing you to moan his name in susurrations. You just know he has a cocky smile at the mention of his name. He is slowly and slowly sparking your orgasam. It is starting from a lilliputian sliver of the organ's sensation that is increasing and increasing, until the inevitable. Your heartrate quickens. You look in the sky, as Dean makes you feel so good, your mouth is practically so wide a firework can fit it in.
Your lungs are becoming avaricious for air, as you can feel his tongue vigorously flicking up and down on your pearl. Your chest is heaving up and down, as his fingers are squeezed by your insides. He probably can feel a whole goddamn pulse down there that is different from the one your heart has.
You clench, practically pulling Dean’s hair forgetting not to be gentle as he quickens the pace harder and faster to your reaction. Your head is lolling back, your eyes become shiny like nacre, as you can see literal fireworks booming in the sky.
Your breath is becoming unwavering, as you can feel a small film of sweat surrounding you like foreskin on the tip of a dick. You slowly begin to moan a melange of works as you feel time starting to go slow.
You interlock your ankles, as your whole body is slowly starting to shake, twitch, jerk, and your voice is undulating.
You hear the uproarious sound of fireworks and the majestic sound of Dean’s voice, “You are doing so good, baby.”
That was the last straw on the camel's back. Right at that instant you once more hear the dominating sounds of fireworks like an unpredictable staccato beat of music concomitantly as you feel a vigorous fire begin to feel a fire to pool low in your abdomen. Or maybe you feel fireworks pooling down your abdomen, seems fitting. Whatever you are feeling it causes your vision to fade to black for a split second.
Once you can see once more, the sky is void of fireworks (again). You feel the chilly air roaming on your bare and glossy core as you can feel warm fingers pull up your underwear. You lie on the hood of the impala, dazed. Your eyelids are daring to close.
“How was it?” Dean queries, as he pulls down your skirt.
You softly murmur, “Transcendent.”
Authors Note! This is my first time writing cunnilingus! I hope I did well! Sorry this is also rushed because I got this idea last minute and I wanted to post this on 4th of July. Don't be shy, give me requests! Happy 4th of July!
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