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August
Castiel smirked to himself as he laid out the newly arrived outfit for him to have fun with his husband. He had made sure the kids were out of the house, Max was on a trip with his best friend’s family and Claire was out with friends. Castiel wasn’t expecting her home until after dark, so he had plenty of time to set his new role play fun in motion.
He wasn’t going to bother with a wig this time since the costume came with a lace headpiece. The material was better than he had actually expected and he couldn’t wait to see Dean’s reaction. Castiel had already showered and slipped on the red panties. He caressed the soft material of the French maid outfit, shiny black silk with its white frilly apron and ruffles… the duster laid next to it on the bed along with the thigh high stockings. He had forgone heels and stuck with simple white ballet shoes.
The Omega glanced at the clock. Only about thirty minutes or so until Dean came home so he had to hurry. Castiel quickly dressed and looked himself over in his full length mirror. The skirt of the dress poofed out with its ruffles and barely left anything to the imagination as the lower halves of his firm ass cheeks played peekaboo whenever he moved.
Dean would love it.
Castiel grabbed the duster and linen rag on his way to the garage where Dean kept his must prized possession which he lovingly called ‘Baby’, a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. The Omega smiled as he looked over the beautiful muscle car. They had their first date in that car. Their first kiss and their first thirst. They had many amazing and fun memories in this car… before the pups they would go on long drives on the weekends. Windows down, wind in their hairs and nothing but open road.
Well, now Castiel would use ‘Baby’ for new and fun memories. The Omega opened the garage door and eased the Impala out. Thankfully they had a modest fence and most people wouldn’t be home on a Thursday during lunch time.
He had just stepped out of the car and started to ‘clean’ the Impala’s hood as he heard Dean pull into the drive behind the Impala. He smirked, knowing his Alpha would wonder why the hell would the Impala be out of its sacred place in the garage.
Show time.
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Dean pulled into the driveway and stopped short. His ‘Baby’ was out and he couldn’t understand why. Suspicion filled him as he remembered a short argument a month ago with Claire about her wanting to drive the Impala. The Alpha flew out of his car, barely remembering to put it in park as he rushed towards the front of the Impala, only to stop dead in his tracks.
His gorgeous Omega was bent over the hood, dressed in a French maid outfit that showed his deliciously firm ass clad in red silk panties. Dean growled at the sight and then sky blue eyes were looking at him over a shoulder.
“Bonjour Monsieur Winchester. I clean the car yes?” Castiel voiced in a ridiculous French accent that had the Alpha embarrassingly hard in his slacks.
“Sweet baby jesus Cas…”
The Omega only responded by pretending to drop the rag and bent over, fully showcasing his asset to the Alpha who growled.
“Do you like, Monsieur Winchester?”
Dean nodded numbly. “I like. I like a lot.” As soon as the words left him, the Alpha was crowding the Omega against the hood and gently pushed him down to lean over the car. Dean let his hands caress his lover from his shoulders to his neck and then slowly slid down his flanks to his hips before he kneeled behind him and started to trace his fingertips up Castiel’s legs, stopping to kiss and lick at the Omega’s thick thighs before continuing to tease higher.
Castiel was purring, loving the gentle touches that teased and made him mewl wanting more.
“Gonna worship this ass,” Dean promised, as his large hands started to massage the round mounds in the silky red panties. Slowly he groped and caressed, as the pads of his thumbs teased over the panties, leaving tingling sensations over the Omega’s hole, gaining breathy whines as wetness started to meet Dean’s thumbs with every slow pass.
Dean was taking his sweet time, torturing him, mouthing at his ass, hot breath over his sensitive skin, sending chills up and down his spine as Castiel grasped at the hood of the Impala.
“You make me fucking crazy sweetheart,” Dean groaned as he teased his thumbs under the panties, working his messaging hands to spread the Omega’s cheeks and slid the now wet thin garment to the side and licked over the fluttering hole with the flat of his tongue.
“Oh! Monsieur Winchester!”
The Alpha moaned into him, pushed his tongue in and swirled around the rim as he continued to lick and suck like a man on a mission. Dean buried his face in that pristine ass while he pulled off his suit jacket and started to unbutton his dress shirt. He was leaking precum all through the front of his slacks and he couldn’t care less as Castiel’s moans and gasps reached his ears.
“Oui… Oui…” The Omega panted and pushed his ass back against his husband’s wicked mouth. “S'il vous plaît! Monsieur Winchester…” Castiel begged as he tried desperately not to break character.
Dean fucked him with his tongue and hummed hungrily as the Omega came with a mewl, and the Alpha eagerly lapped up every drop as his love’s legs trembled. After a moment Dean stood as Castiel turned around and yanked his dress shirt open and pulled him in for a passion filled kiss. The Omega’s hands roamed over his husband’s broad chest as the Alpha claimed his mouth, letting him taste himself while he held him against him.
“I need to be fucked, Monsieur Winchester” Castiel panted and Dean took that moment to look his Omega over. Dark hair wild, that lace headpiece still in his hair, eyes hooded and almost completely black with arousal, pink lips kiss swollen, looking a mess yet the most beautiful creature to ever breathe and Dean wanted to hear more of those moans escape his lips.
The Alpha pulled the Omega towards the back door of the Impala, both having completely forgotten, nor bothered to care they could have been seen, and slid into the back seat.
Castiel laid back and let his husband settle between his open legs and smirked as he saw the hunger in his Alpha’s red eyes. His own turned gold and he bared his throat, loving how quickly and easily Dean dove in to lick and nip at his neck. Castiel made quick work of Dean’s belt and slacks, pushing the pants over his Alpha’s ass and grabbed hands full, pulling him forward.
“Eager sweetheart?” Dean teased as he rubbed the tip of his cock against the Omega’s ruined panties.
“Need your knot, Monsieur Winchester,” Castiel challenged and he felt a high rush through him as he saw the flicker of feral hunger pass over his lover’s features and he bit his bottom lip in anticipation.
All in one motion, Dean slid Castiel’s panties to the side and slid into his wet heat in one swift move, making the Omega cry out in pleasure as the Alpha bared his teeth and latched on to Castiel’s neck.
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Claire walked up the driveway and noticed both her father’s cars were out and she started towards the Impala. She noticed pieces of clothes around the side of the car, and that’s when she realized the car was rocking back and forth with fogged up windows.
“Oh come on!!” She growled out, before she let out a startled shriek as a hand plastered against the back door window and moans could be heard.
“I hate you!” She yelled, as she rushed into the house and slammed the door behind her.
End
Meanings;
Bonjour Monsieur Winchester = Hello Mister Winchester
S'il vous plaît = Please
Oui, Oui = Yes, yes