. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ . i wanna get off but i keep riding the ride
pairing ᨳଓ dean winchester x f!reader word count ᨳଓ 2k words! summary ᨳଓ you've been watching dean work on the impala for so long, you can't help the feeling he might need assistance under the hood warnings ᨳଓ smut, mentions of dean being a munch, dean can't control himself, blowjob, praise, reader is down bad, so is dean, body worship?, established relationship, dean is mean with it, gentle hair pulling, in my mind this is set somewhere around season 2 or 3 but anything works, heartwrenching fluff and pussy clenching smut, semi public sex (not really) notes ᨳଓ this is my first-ever fic! sorry for the mistakes, but i wrote this for my friend, so as long as she likes it idrc
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ That faint smell of oil and sweat tied with leather lingered in the humid air. The heat caused a thin line of perspiration to cover your body. You felt like a slow-cooking hot dog. Summer out here was unbearable. You could only imagine how hot Dean was, being under that car for so long.
His tools clattering and soft whispers of the impala's engine grumbling every now and then occasionally brought your attention away from the book you were invested in. Watching Dean work on the car had become a usual thing now.
Finally, after an hour of being under Baby, Dean had risen just to wipe off the grease on his hands and get a sip of cold beer. His arms flexed with every movement he made, muscles contracting in the most simple yet enticing way.
The bottle came to his mouth, slowly as his lips grazed the glass rim, you felt a different kind of heat bubble up in you. From the way he glistened under the heat of the day to how his biceps barely fit in his t-shirt, you couldn't resist Dean. You wanted your mouth wrapped around him like that, badly.
You were enjoying watching the sweat roll off his skin in the scorching sun. The sun that cast a beautiful glow upon his features, his green eyes could stop armies and have an extreme effect on you.
Dean had been eyeing you as well, when wasn't he eyeing you? Your simple outfit of today: worn-in boots and blue washed jeans paired with one of his band t-shirts, was making him swoon. You always liked to wear things of his, given that your music tastes were identical, band shirts between you and him were always shared. All he could think about was how gorgeous you were, sitting there and reading. If he got to look at you like this forever, he'd be content. Dean was so totally obsessed. How did he even manage to find a girl like you? He honestly didn't think he deserved it. Your bright smile while watching him pushed him over the edge; he couldn't help but crave you.
"c'mere, angel, you look so pretty in the sunlight."
The book that was in your hands was quickly discarded as you got up and marched over to him. Before he got the chance to pepper you with kisses, you'd taken the near-empty beer out of his large hands and pressed the icy glass to your lips. You'd managed to 'accidentally' spill some of the bitter liquid down your chin, instantly getting Dean's attention.
His hands landed on your hip bones "you're gonna kill me like that, sweetheart." His downstairs brain was already imagining different ways to throw you onto that hood and make you see stars, however, he had to be a gentleman at first. So, despite wanting to lick that glistening trickle of beer off of you and use his mouth all over, he simply wiped it off with his thumb. His touch was so gentle against your skin, you felt as if an otherworldly being had graced you. He knew how to take care of his angel; you were what he was most grateful for in his messed-up life.
"you're just thinking too dirty." Looking Dean up and down while saying that was quite hypocritical of you, but god you couldn't help it. Standing so close to your lovely boyfriend, you could smell his cologne masked under motor oil. The scent of him made you picture the number of nights and days like these when your head was shyly tucked into the crook of his neck as he took over your world, buried to the hilt inside you.
Tension and warmth were thick in the air, you couldn't take your eyes off of Dean and his lips. You loved him so much and wanted to show him exactly how much he means to you.
A smirk crept onto Dean's sculpted face "what's that look, sweet?" Dean knew your face and emotions well, he never had to take a gander at what you were feeling. Maybe you weren't complicated, or maybe he paid attention to the person who mattered most to him, either way, Dean could tell you needed him, maybe almost as badly as he needed you.
He kissed a trail down the column of your neck, achingly soft pecks, but they contained something deeper. Each brush of his lips against your skin left a trace of his love. No matter how he touched you, he managed to let you know how important you were to him within it.
Despite how badly you loved and needed his touch, you had a mission. A hand on Dean's neck forced him to pause his devotion session to you. You instead, teasingly and torturously traced your hand along Dean's chest all the way down to his belt. His abdomen shivered under your careful touch, despite how many times you've practically burnt your handprint into his body, Dean still felt your delicate skin against him like it was new and precious.
Taking off his clothes was a ritual that you would continue to cherish and practice for as long as you possibly could. Dean's belt was thrown down to the floor shortly before you followed. Looking up at his expression full of care and excitement, "oh angel, you're too good to me" left his mouth as his pants finally dropped down.
You could already see how hard Dean was for you by the leaking bulge straining against his boxers, begging to be touched, all worked up just by seeing you on your knees. Despite how often he got down on the floor for you, you hadn't done the same for him in a while, not like Dean would ever complain. Knowing you were pleased got him off. He cared for his girl.
"wanna make you feel good", you knew how big he was, but it was different seeing right in front of your face. You were starting to seriously doubt if your mission would be completed without you landing in a hospital. But your mouth was practically watering watching pre drip down his tip. He was so needy for you.
"okay angel, you think you can take my cock down your pretty little throat?" The soft, gentle tone he used was reserved only for you. You let out a tiny whimper that you swore made his dick twitch. Your mouth was on him quickly, pressing a soft kiss to his tip before one of your hands gently stroked his length.
Dean was such a mess, already squirming under your touch, and you two had barely started. Anticipating your mouth taking him in was torturous and exciting all at once.
"sweetheart…fuck-" Dean was easily coming undone for you as your warm mouth slowly enveloped him; the feeling of his tip against your tongue was addictive.
Dean, grabbing onto your hair to ground himself, was the only reason he wasn't convinced he was in heaven. "you take me so well, angel"
"your mouth was made for this cock" Another groan left his mouth as the familiar heat in your belly had made its way downwards. You were soaked. The wetness you felt from seeing Dean at this angle, and the feeling of him pressed against your tongue caused your panties to stick to you. The gushy sounds of your mouth filled with him were all you could hear, besides his loud noises.
You proceeded to lick another stripe along the base of Dean's cock, eliciting a low moan from him before his need for you took over. His grip on your hair tightened, just harsh enough to fuck himself into your face and pull the filthiest moans out of you, moans which sent insanely pleasing vibrations through his cock. Dean was completely enamoured with how you felt around him.
"oh god, you're so good f'me" His praise was doing things to you, making you feel fuzzy in the best way. The way your mouth took him had his whole body reacting. His hips thrusting into you as he guided your head closer to himself. Dean could never be rough with you, but the way you made his dick twitch had him lose all sense. His various noises had mainly become quiet whimpers and murmurs of how much he loved you.
Every slip of your tongue, the echo of your moans, holding eye contact for as long as Dean can manage, it's affecting him. His heavy gaze is completely focused on you and how utterly gorgeous you look sucking him off. As for you? Seeing how his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and feeling the way his dick is pulsing in your mouth is making you as needy as him.
"im so close, baby, you're doing so well. better than any porn i've seen, could watch you like this forever"
Dean had gotten off to so many things in his life, but nothing beats seeing you making a mess all over him. After late nights hunting when you and Sam are out of the motel, he replays all these pretty moments where he's fucked your brains out, and god, he cums so hard, feeling desperate to throw you down and rut into you on those cheap motel mattresses. Your body, splayed beneath him, burns in his mind constantly.
Dean was quickly falling apart at the seams. His hips keep chasing an insatiable need to fuck your warm mouth; he feels uncontrollable like this with you taking him so well.
The feeling of you licking and sucking him is addictive. Paired with the view of his cum and your saliva dripping down your chin, fuck. Dean's whimpers fill the space involuntarily as he teeters closer to the edge.
A few more whimpers and praise leaves his mouth when his hips jerk for the last time and his grip on your hair quickly loosens. He's completely surrendered to you, he's out of breath and after such teasing and the thrill of you around him, he cums down your warm, pretty mouth. Dean's orgasm crashes through him so hard he feels lightheaded. He's seeing stars, and right now he wants to worship you. He has only ever felt bliss like that with you. There's a smirk on his face that's telling you a million different times that he loves you.
Your boyfriend slowly pulls out of your wet, cum-dripping, mouth and holds your face in his hands as if it were pure and fragile gold. Slowly but surely you get up with your aching knees just to be pulled into a deep kiss by Dean, he can slightly taste himself on you, and he's going fucking crazy. You're now wrapped up in a profound embrace that feels as if Dean is kissing away the outside world and everyone else that isn't you. "I love you, angel"
Dean picks you up and gently seats you on the hood of the Impala before grabbing you a cold beer. The scent of sweat and oil from earlier has gotten even stronger, and for both of you, it is the most comforting thing you could feel at the moment. Your book is abandoned on the small table in the distance as you decide to watch Dean work for the rest of the afternoon.
