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MINORS DNI - 18+ ICE HOCKEY PLAYER!DEAN WINCHESTER X CHEERLEADER!USER

Warnings - Smut, dirty talk, slight degradation, dean giving the reader the pounding of their life, dean releasing energy after winning a game.

The tension was rising in the arena. 2.03 minutes left of the last quarter of the game and the bears were still at a draw with the devils. You stood on your little stand repeating your usual cheer dances along with the chants of the bear fans in the audience. 

However your main focus was on only one person. Number 75 Dean winchester. The captain of your beloved team and quite frankly the hottest man you had ever laid your eyes on. You were entranced, watching as he not so elegantly skated around the ice, fighting for the puck. 

You don’t even realise when you stopped dancing, too busy thinking about the feeling of his….Your suddenly dragged from your thoughts at the loud bang of the puck hitting the screen directly in front of you. You jump slightly at the noise, and you swear for a moment you see him smirking directly at you before looking away and returning to the final minute of the game.  

You watch as he skates around the rink, staring at the way his strong legs push him to where he wants to go, you notice the way that beads of sweat run down his face underneath his helmet. You're so transfixed that you don't realise he's scored the winning goal until the arena fills with the cheers of the fans. As you process what just happened you begin to cheer along with your squad. But unlike them the only person you're celebrating for is him, and you're sure you're the loudest damn person in that arena as you practically jump up and down, clapping and shouting. 

The players from the opposing team skate off the ice, disappointed at their loss as the bears begin to do their victory lap. Dean celebrates with his team, banging on the screen along with the fans, as he passes he stops and winks at you and you don't miss the smug little look on his face, knowing exactly what's to come later.

…..

As you and the girls walk off to your changing rooms you manage to sneak away, heading to yours and Dean’s usual meeting spot. You wait outside of the spare equipment cupboard, you always meet up here because you know that at the end of each match it is always empty giving you the privacy you need.

You wonder what's taking him so long when suddenly you feel strong hands grip your waist from behind. You let out a small squeak of surprise before he opens the door to the cupboard roughly pushing you inside before pinning you against the nearest wall. Neither of you say a word as he lifts his leg up behind him and kicks the cupboard door shut.

Finally Dean breaks the silence, “what, not gonna congratulate me on my win?” he 

asks cockily, his face so close that you can feel his hot breath against your cheek. You roll your eyes at his words, opening your mouth to say something before he interrupts you.  “Or are you that much of a slut that you care more about getting this pussy fucked as soon as possible.” You feel your legs shake a little as his words go straight to your core. 

“I was hoping i could give you something first” you say, your voice feigning innocence as you look up at him through your lashes. “You worked so hard today, i think you deserve a prize” you add on causing Dean to let out a low groan in response.

“That's my girl” he grins as he takes off his gloves, tossing them onto the floor carelessly, “what’d you have planned” he asks, already knowing the answer. 

You don't respond, instead slowly sliding down to your knees before reaching up to undo his zipper. “Ah ah” he stops you. “No hands” with that he pulls his sweat covered jersey off before grabbing both your wrists and pinning them behind your back, tying them together using the shirt as a makeshift restraint

He then makes quick work of undoing the zipper to his trousers, pulling them down along with his boxers and freeing his long hard erection. You subconsciously lick your lips as you watch him stroke his length a few times before pushing his hip forwards and pressing his tip against your closed mouth which soon opens at the taste of his salty precum, he lets out a pleased grunt as you begin to take him.

“Good girl” he groans, one of his hands coming to bury itself in your hair as he pushes your head down, not stopping until his balls rest against your chin and you gag slightly. 

He holds you there for a moment, feeling your throat constrict around him a few times before he pulls you head back. Immediately he pushes back in, starting a quick and rough pace as he essentially fucks your face. The sound of his balls slapping against your chin and his occasional grunts fill the room as he uses your head as a fleshlight.

It doesn’t take long for him to reach his climax, shooting his load deep into your throat. He stays there for a moment as he comes down from his high before he pushes your head off of him. You splutter slightly as he pulls away, a mixture of drool and cum covering your lips. 

Dean gives you a moment to get your breath back before he pulls you back up onto your feet, picking up one of his gloves that he had previously discarded.

He spins you around so you're facing the wall as one of his hands snakes round to your front. “Open” he demands as he leans down, his mouth brushing against your earlobe as he speaks. You open your mouth and he stuffs the glove into your mouth, the padded material working as a gag. 

You push your ass further back into dean, wiggling it teasingly, causing dean to give it a sharp smack, a warning. “Tsk, so inpatient” he scolds before beginning to strip her of her clothes.

He purposely takes his time as he pulls your skirt down, following with your pink laced panties. She lets out a muffled, groan at how long he's taking. “Patience sweetheart” he chuckles as he hears her frustration. “Gotta get you ready first” with that he reaches a hand down to her pussy, rubbing two fingers through her folds. “So wet already” he sounds slightly surprised. 

“Starting to think you're already wet enough to take me” he adds on as he continues to rub at your pussylips. Frantically you nod your head, needing nothing more right now than to be filled by him. Your reaction pulls a small laugh out of him, “okay seeing as you're so desperate” he teases before lining his cock tip with your entrance. He stops for a moment before suddenly slamming all the way into you, pushing you forwards with the force as you scream into the gag, your eyes rolling back into your head.

He wastes no time before pulling out and slamming back into you, setting a rough pace as he pounds into your tight little cunt. 

Dean's pace never falters as he plunges into you continuously, his fingers holding the flesh of your hips in a vice grip sure to leave bruises in the morning as you moan shamelessly.

Dean feels your pussy walls tightening around his member as you get closer to the edge.

You're sure that if it wasn't for the wall in front of you and Dean holding you up then you would have collapsed onto the floor, as your entire body shakes from the pleasure. One of Dean's hands leaves its spot on your hip and begins to rub at your clit, pushing you even closer to release. “I know your close baby” Dean huffs out, his voice deep with lust. “Let go for me” he adds,on, those are the words you needed to hear as suddenly you are hit with one of the hardest orgasms of your life. 

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your muscles give in, too weak to hold your body up as you collapse against the wall in front of you. You're not sure how long you're in your completely blissed out state for but by the time you regain awareness, the glove is no longer in your mouth and Dean has pulled out of you as his seed leaks from your abused hole. 

“You okay baby?” he asks, his voice holding a concerned tone as he unties your wrists. 

You nod in response, too tired to speak but there is a small, content smile on your face. Deans fingers rub soothingly at your wrists as a soft kiss to your forehead.

MINORS DNI 18+

Sam Winchester x Demon!User

(beginning is literally just the Sam and ruby sex scene except its demon user instead of ruby)

(user is not good, they are manipulating Sam)

(fem!reader)

(smut)

“Don't give me any of that time heals everything crap.” Sam hisses 

“And what the hell would you know anyway? You're a demon” 

“I know because I was a human too once, remember?” you shoot back “And I remember what it feels like to lose people.” 

Sam hadn't been the same since Dean went to hell. His big brother was gone. It was supposed to be him and Dean against the world and now he was alone. Left with nothing but the memory of Dean being ripped apart by those hellhounds. At first, he had been a complete mess, drinking himself silly at every chance he got. Sleeping with a different girl, whose name he couldn't even bother to remember, every night. He fell into one long self-destructive spiral until you showed up. They thought you had died during the big showdown with Lillith yet here you were, in a new vessel. You helped Sam get himself back together, helped him find a new purpose, saving people still. Dean would have been furious if he had been here to see what Sam had been doing. The monster he had become, but Dean wasn't here, and Sam didn't care. As far as he was concerned he was helping more people than he ever had with Dean. 

But now he was having second thoughts.

You sighed and took a step towards Sam, placing your hand on his shoulder gently. 

“I'm sorry” 

Sam shrugs your hand off of his shoulder. “I just-” he starts his voice raw with emotion “I can't do it anymore” 

“Sam you're not alone” You step closer again, close enough that you can feel the soft heat of Sam's breath on your face. The tension between you is palpable. Then you lean forward, smashing your lips against his roughly. For a moment, Sam leans into the kiss before he pulls away. 

“What are you doing” he objects, walking away from her and towards the armchair at the other side of the room. He sits down, placing his head in his hands as he lets out a deep sigh.

“Sam it's okay,” you start to plead

“No” He interjects harshly  “that is anything but okay,”

“What's wrong?” You ask sounding genuinely confused. 

“What's wrong?!” he scoffs in disbelief, looking back up at you “Where do I start?”

“Is it because of the body?” You follow him to where he is sat down. “Because I told you, it's all me inside here.” 

You kneel in front of him, your hands resting on his thighs.

“There is no one else in here.” 

“And it's nice inside this body.” you whisper, your forehead pressed against his. You take his hand, pressing it against your waist.

“What are you doing?” he murmurs. His mind is telling him this is wrong. You’re a demon, he's a human. This shouldn't be happening. But every part of his body craves it. 

“Is it really because you're scared to go there with a demon?” 

You guide his hand underneath her shirt. Making him feel the soft flesh of your vessel, despite his resistance. 

“Because it's wrong? And it's bad? And we shouldn't?”

Sam gives in, grabbing the sides of your face as he pulls you into a harsh kiss. 

His hands move to cup underneath your legs, lifting you up onto his lap so you can straddle him. He grabs your shirt, roughly pulling it over your head. Breaking the heated kiss he starts biting gently along your jawline, making his way down your neck until he reaches your still covered breasts. He reaches behind you unclipping your laced bra and quickly yanking it off  before lowering his head down again, taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. You throw your head back as he does so, your mouth hanging open at the wave of pleasure it sends through your body. 

You lift your hips up, unzipping your pants and pulling them down along with your panties, tossing them to the floor without a second thought. Sam lets out a growl before standing up, lifting you with him as you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you over to the bed in the corner of the room, throwing you down onto it, staring down at her lustfully as he strips himself of his own clothes until he's left in nothing but his boxers.

He climbs onto the bed kneeling at the end towering over you as he pulls his boxers down letting his long, hard erection spring free. He crawls over the top of you, one of his hands reaching down to cup your sex. 

“Fuck, your already so wet,” he groans “such a slut;” 

“Just fuck me already.” You whine impatiently, trying to buck your hips up into the friction but his other hand presses against your abdomen. Pinning you to the bed. 

“So impatient.” He mutters, before stuffing two fingers inside you, causing you to let out a gasp. 

Sam's mouth finds its way back to your tits “gotta warm you up first, wouldn't wanna damage that slutty little demon cunt of yours.”

Sam's thumb starts rubbing harshly at your clit as he fingers you, causing you to let out a long drawn out moan. But just as you start to reach your climax he pulls his hand away, instead aligning his cock with your entrance.

Slowly he starts to push his cockhead into you. You throw your head back, your nails digging into the skin of his bare back as you whimper at the feeling of slowly being filled. 

He wastes no time once he's balls deep in you, slowly pulling out before slamming back into you, setting a brutal pace. 

“Sam.” You moan as he pounds into you, his pace never faltering as his thick length hits your cervix with every thrust “fuck.” 

“Shut up.” Sam grunts, his lips reconnecting with yours in an attempt to shut you up as his hips snapped into you relentlessly. He was still pissed off, that much was evident, especially with the way he was rutting into you like a bitch in heat. 

Sam can feel you beginning to reach your climax as your tight walls clench around him. He lets out a groan at the feeling of your pussy gripping him like a vice. His hand snakes its way in between your bodies, finding your clit as he begins to rub at it harshly. 

“You gonna come all over my cock like the whore you are?” sam huffs as you get closer and closer to release.