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.
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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.
“That was the best prize ever” he whispers.
