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Shiptober Day 23

Prompt: Car Sex + Missionary

Ship: Faith Seed x Deputy Dean Sinclaire

Warning(s): Explicit sexual content, explicit language, strap on, technically bareback, kind of public play too

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Having a halloween party seven days before halloween may have seemed stupid to some, but the residents of Hope County were full of people who played by their own rules. One of those rules being; the last week of October was halloween week. Which meant parties every night until halloween night where the whole County put on a celebration.

Dean had never been a party guy, unless that party included plenty of food and watching his friends play video games and complain about their day jobs. He'd agreed to this one, if only because Faith had refused to let him out of bed until he succumbed to her pleas. And when he got to see her in a far too short light blue dress with fake, fluffy white wings on the back and a golden halo held up by a thin piece of wire above her head he decided it was more than worth it.

Meanwhile; he wore a tattered plaid shirt, unbuttoned with nothing under it at Faith's request, and ripped jeans. With some light makeup to make a simple, low effort attempt at a werewolf outfit that seemed to appease everyone well enough. Faith was more than appeased by it, her hands wandering to his bare chest and stomach plenty even before they left for the party.

Those wandering hands didn't calm down at any point during the night, in fact after they both had downed two or so beers she had attached herself to his side. Her hands groping his stomach, body pressed up against his side as she grinded on him and her painted lips leaving a trail of hickies along his neck. Dean had returned the advances, of course he had, hands subtly slipping just under her dress to caress her sensitive skin.

At some point it got too loud, too hot—Faith tugged Dean away to his car and pushed him down in the back seat, crawling ontop of him and locking their lips in a clumsy kiss. Her hands dragged down his chest, his dug into her thighs and their hips grinded against each other in a slow, agonising rhythm.

"Fuck you look so good tonight," Dean mumurs in between heated kisses, pushing her dress up and gropping her ass. She smiles and leans back, hands resting on his stomach as she puts on a small show by squeezing her arms against her chest, her breasts basically popping out of the silky dress as she did. She giggles at Dean's expression, brown eyes hazy and locked onto the soft mounds of flesh as he all but begins to drool.

"You want me to take this off baby?" She asks coyly, reaching her hands up to push the thin straps off her shoulders, the blue fabric sliding down another fraction and revealing more of her chest. Dean nods almost immediately, swallowing thickly as his hands knead her soft flesh in anticipation. Neither of them seemed to care they were in the middle of an open field where any of the other party goers could walk by and catch a peek at the both of them.

There were probably mutliple couples fucking at this party already anyways, at least they had the decency to take it to Dean's car before going at it.

Faith shimmies the dress down, letting it bunch up around her waist and exposing her bare chest. Her nipples were hard from the cold air and Dean pushes himself up hastily, Faith sliding down his lap and giggling as he begins pressing kisses along her chest. He drags his warm tongue over one of her nipples and her head falls back, a gentle moan escaping her lips as she buries her hands in his hair. She grinds down on him again, her lacy white underwear dragging across his jeans and creating a delicious friction.

Faith could feel his strap on through the rough fabric, hard and ready for her. She was glad she asked him to wear it, the low ache between her legs basically begging for it to be inside of her.

"Take your pants off," She commands, her own neediness making it sound more like begging as she lifts herself up. She helps him unbutton his jeans and tries to keep off him as he shimmies them down to his knees. She stops his hands as they hook under the waistband of his boxers, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she eyes the peach toned silicone peeking out the top.

She scoots herself back, to the point her ass is hanging out of the car, and bends over to lick the head; her hands planted on his stomach. Dean lets out a shaky breath, intoxicated by the filthy sight as she sucks on it feverently. She pulls down his boxers, six inches of girthy silicone springing free into the air and she greedily takes most of it in her mouth.

"You look so pretty like that," Dean sighs, reaching a hand down to tangle in her hair as she bobbed her head. She moans, looking up at him, her blue eyes clouded with desire. She brings her head back up, letting the toy fall from her lips; a string of saliva tauntingly dripping from her tongue and down the length of the toy. She wastes no time crawling back up his body, pressing a deep, passionate kiss to his lips as she lines herself up on his strap, pulling her underwear to the side and lowering herself onto him.

She moans into his mouth as it slides inside of her with ease, stretching her and filling her just the way she liked. A whimper breaks through the moan as Dean juts his hips upward, thrusting deeper into her. She rolls her hips as he continues thrusting into her, holding himself up by his elbow while his other hand holds the back of her neck. The car begins to rock with their movements and Faith's expression twists into a sinful smile, breathing ragged as Dean trails wet kisses down her neck.

"That feels so good, fuck," Faith breathes out, letting her head fall back as Dean sucks on her neck. She lifts herself up, dropping herself down and meets Dean's thrusts eagerly. Her thighs were coated with her own slickness already, that heat pooling between her legs bubbling into molten need as she bounces on Dean's lap with reckless abandon. Dean leans back to watch her for a moment, a small grin on his face as she gasps and moans shamelessly, her hands holding onto his shoulders as she rides him.

"God damn… I could watch you ride me all night," He murmurs, hand trailing down to her hip and digging into the soft flesh as she moves against him.

"Make me do all the work, typical," She huffs playfully, grinning cheekily as a look of half-hearted offence flashes across Dean's face. In seconds he flips them both over, a small squeal escaping Faith as her back meets the leather seat. She can't help but laugh as Dean grins wolfishly down at her, but it soon melts into a breathy moan as he rolls his hips against hers; the new angle absolutely maddening.

"Yes—Fuck! Faster, please!" She gasps, grabbing at his back and grinding her hips up uselessly against him. Dean grabs her hips, rough but not enough to hurt, and starts thrusting into her with quick, deep thrusts. Faith digs her nails into Dean's back, her head falling back against the seat as broken moans tumble from her parted lips. Their bodies slide against one another in perfect tandem, the thin layer of sweat forming creating a filthy wet sound as their hips meet.

"That feel good, baby?"

Faith feels her breath hitch in her throat at the low tone of Dean's voice, the purr of the pet name against her skin as he nips at her collarbone sending shivers up her spine.

Faith squirms and grins in delight as Dean slides one hand between them to toy with the sweet bundle of nerves between her thighs, the extra stimulation shooting fireworks through her body as he matches the rhythm of his thrusts with his hand.

"Oh god," she chokes out, eyes fluttering closed as the tension between her legs coils up tighter and tighter, each rub from Dean's nimble fingers and deep thrust from his strap sending her closer to the edge. Dean presses hot kisses to her neck and collarbone as her back arches, nipping at her skin as she whimpers and clings to him.

Faith's thighs begin to tremble, her foggy mind going completely blank as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her mouth falls open in a silent cry, any noise stuck in her throat as she's rocked by her orgasm. Dean doesn't slow his movements, each flick of his fingers against her clit shooting electric shocks through her entire body. The wet sounds only double as her cum coats the silicone toy now driving her into the blissful state of overstimulation.

"You look so pretty when you come baby," Dean breathes out as her voice finally comes back to her, his name falling from her lips in between her pants and strained moans. She looks up at him with bleary eyes, brings her hands up to his face and pulls him down into a sloppy kiss as he keeps fucking her into the leather seat. She can barely think, lost completely to the pleasure dancing underneath her skin and the taste of his tongue. She wraps her legs behind him, trapping him against her and giggles against his lips.

"You can take me home now," She whispers, nipping at his bottom lip as he finally slows his hips.

"You're gonna have to let me get up for me to do that babe," He grins, trailing his hand up and down her heaving body mindlessly.

"What if I ride you while you drive?" Faith suggests, eyes suddenly wide as the idea pops into her drunken brain. Dean laughs, head falling against her shoulder as she cards her hands through his hair.

"We would crash—and I dunno if I should be driving right now sweetheart,"

"Hm. Okay, keep fucking me until you sober up then,"

"Ma'am yes ma'am,"

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