supernatural one-shots

spnxreader

Pairing: Dean x reader

Right hook. Left hook. Uppercut, uppercut, uppercut. Cross, jab, cross hook.
Your heart beat rose in your chest as you moved with Dean, saying every move he needed to do as you held the pads. He stepped forward, you stepped back. He punched hard, but you knew he was going easy.
"A bit sexist today?" You yell over his grunts.
"What do," he throws a right hook, "you mean?"
"I know you can punch a lot harder than that," you answer.
Shrugging his shoulders Dean drops his hands and pulls off his gloves. You pull your top lip between your teeth and watch him drink some water.
"vous êtes forts," you say and watch the muscles in his body contract and release. Sweat dripped down his abdomen and off of his head.
"What the hell, c'mon, you know I don't speak Spanish," he pants.
You laugh. "Well first off that was French and second off, it means you are strong."
He smirks slightly, and bows a bit. "Well merci madam."
You giggle, sit down, and strip your sweaty tank off. You two had been sparring for the past hour and a half, taking turns.
He stared at your cleavage, trying not to make it noticeable. You roll your eyes, and flick your tongue in your mouth. "Ready for round 7?" You smile.
"Keeping track are we?" He says cooly.
"That barely makes sense," you retaliate playfully.
"You know what?" He proclaims throwing his water bottle down. "I'm kind of tired of sparring, let's do something else."
"Weights or cardio?" You ask.
"Cardio," he answers and steps closer to you. So close you could feel his breath raise goosebumps on your body.
"Sounds like a plan," you squeak, voice cracking a bit.
He grabbed your hips and forced them to the ground, before digging his own into yours. He placed wet sloppy kisses on your lips and you pulled hard at his hair. You tugged his shorts down and he did the same to you.
You sank your nails deep in his back and he did the same with his teeth in your collar bone.
He began, shoving roughly inside of you. You screamed slightly and you back arched off the ground. He took your moment of vulnerability and flipped the two of you over to where you were on top.
Rocking back and forth, you felt his nails sink into your thighs and your palms pressed his shoulders to the ground.
You went numb and then a ping of fire that soon spread throughout your body. Dean came soon after you. You rolled off of his body and laid on the ground next to him.
"I think cardio is my favorite," you announce.
"Same here," he answers.
"Same time tomorrow?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," he answers laughing slightly as you two put your clothes back on.
Later that night you walked into Deans room. He was laying on his bed reading some comic book. Before he knew it you were on top of him and had hand cuffed him to the bed. After cuffing him you gagged him.
You got off of him, closed the door, and locked it.
You stripped your shirt off and slid your jeans down your legs and stepped out of them. You climbed the bed, positioned yourself between his legs, and pulled his bowers down.
You began to give him head, and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head as he came. At the sight of you swallowing he almost ripped the chains from the bed frame. Giggling evilly you unlock the cuffs and un-gag him.
"That was so hot," he breathed rubbing his wrists. He eyes turned darker than before now and shoved you down on the bed. "I'm about to make you come so hard you'll never want to even touch another man."
He tugged down your underwear and shoved two fingers in as his tongue worked your clit.
He was right, you came screaming. Never another man.