Title: Forms of exercises

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word count: 1892

Published: 1 August, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Warnings: Non-explicit smut, Intimate scenes 16 +

Running has always been part of your life. If you weren't running from a monster, or after one to hunt it down, then you were running in a park or next to a road as a form of exercise. It calmed you down, it cleared your mind. You loved the feeling of the refreshing exhaustion you had after a long run.

When running you had time to think things through, to look at them from a different perspective, without being interrupted. It was just you and your own thoughts, having basically a debate over whatever was on your mind. Running has given you some sort of a solution to wrap your head around things, that you couldn't do when you sat down and tried to collect your thoughts.

Running was helping you keep in shape. As a hunter, you alway had to be on top of everything, both mentally and physically. Running helped you stay fit, it helped you to be able to fight against all the demonic creatures without having to puke your lungs out.

Exercising in the form of running helped you work off all of those oily, greasy burgers you have always been craving. You weren't a health freak, you loved a good, old fast food and you were definitely not against a delicious midnight snack. Who were you kidding? You were the first one to attack the last pack of crisp in the kitchen.

Running was also an escape from the Winchesters. You loved Sam, he was like a big brother to you, who liked to get on your nervous sometimes. You loved Dean, he was the golden boyfriend you wished for, but never thought you would ever get. You loved the boys to bits, but having no alone time, being stuck together in the bunker meant you were going crazy sometimes. Running was always an escape route to get out and be by yourself, just alone in your own head.

This time Sam joined as well. He sometimes did that when he got fed up with his brother and just needed to get out. You were already on your way back, panting as your body got tired after about an hour of running. You didn't speak, you didn't look at each other. You were both lost in your thoughts, concentrating only on yourselves.

Sam stepped into the bunker first, jogging down the stairs, while you followed him behind closely. You picked up a bottle of water from the table in the Hall, that Sam has already prepared for you. You loudly gulped down the liquid, panting as you removed the bottle from your lips. You leaned your waist against the table, letting it hold your weight steadily.

"Why do you guys run all the time?" You heard Dean's voice as he stepped out of the kitchen. You turned your head towards him, but before you could have replied Sam cut in.

"To stay healthy." He shook his head with a raised brow, as if he was trying to tell his brother how obvious it was.

"We are hunters, dude. Isn't hunting enough exercise to stay heathy?" He asked, whilst checking you out, running his emerald green eyes up and down on your body, as if he hadn't seen you before. He couldn't remove his eyes from the way your sweat drops disappeared in your cleavage, under the thick material of your cropped top. His playful behaviour made you chuckle, which earned you a mischievous wink from him.

"With the amount of alcohol and fast food intake we have on a daily basis, I have to say no." You replied this time with a smile still attached to your face.

"Oh, come on. Is it really worth it to be all sweaty?" He asked as if he was trying to convince you. You walked up to him, linking your arms behind his neck, pushing your chest up to his as you pulled his body closer to yours. His arms involuntarily sneaked around your waist, trying to keep an eye contact with you, whilst occasionally letting his gaze drop to your lips. You leaned closer, grazing his earlobes with your lips, feeling his body tense under your mere touch.

"You don't seem to mind me being sweaty in the bedroom." You chuckled as you bit into his ear gently. You could hear the abrupt, heavy breath he sucked in, slowly leaving his lungs. You pulled away enough to look into his now dark, green eyes, filled with lust, as you bit into your lower lip playfully. You knew you were soon going to exercise again as his arms tightened around your body.

"Not when I make you." He replied with a smug grin across his face. He placed one of his hands on your cheek, pulling you closer. You cupped his cheeks, gently rubbing your thumbs in circles against his skin, feeling his stubble under your soft touch. You could feel his faint breaths as his lips grazed yours. You wanted to feel him against you, you wanted to move your lips against his.

But that would have been too easy.

You stepped out of his arm, leaving him with squinting eyes, furrowed brows and a grimace across his face as he growled at the rather large space you have created between the two of you.

"Let's get something to eat." You said as you walked towards the kitchen, slightly swaying your hips, leaving the boys behind.

"She is going to be the death of me." You heard Dean's whine and Sam's chuckle. Before you could have reached the kitchen, Dean was already behind you, getting hold of your wrist, pulling you to him once again. You steadied yourself, placing your palms against his chest. "I'm hungry too." He stated simply, making you chuckle.

"If you let me go, I can make some food. But it's rather difficult to do so from your arms." You replied innocently, which simply earned an eye roll from him.

"I'm hungry for something else." He smirked and with a swift movement threw your body over his shoulder, slapping your ass victoriously. "And I'm going to feed now." He chuckled as he slapped your backside once again, against all the cursing and swearing you have thrown his way.

He strutted along the corridor, kicking in the door to your shared room and threw you on the bed. Even if you wanted to escape, you didn't have the time to as he crawled above you, capturing your lips, inviting you for a heated make out session. 

You didn't pull away, you melted in his arms, feeling his body heat rise under your touch as you ran your hands under his shirt, caressing his back with the tip of your nail. He groaned at the soothing feeling, wondering down to the crook of your neck, kissing you seductively, before attacking your sweet spot. You moaned as he sucked on it firmly, making your hip buckle into his pelvis. 

He groaned louder this time, feeling his trousers tighten around him. He wanted nothing, but taking you then and there, showing you that you belong to him. He ran his hands down your side, forcing you to sit up as he grabbed the bottom of your crop top and pulled it over your head. 

His eyes fixed on your upper body, hungrily studying the exposed skin.

"You are beautiful." He breath as he slowly kissed down from your neck to your breasts, fondling your shapes, giving his sweet time to each of them, making you moan his name. You ran your fingers to the back of his hair, pulling him to kiss him once again. You closed your legs around his hip, wanting to change the position, but he just pulled away and shook his head. 

"Not today, sweetheart." He whispered against your lips. He gave you a quick peck, before he left your lips to leave a trail of kisses along your stomach, pulling down the tight material of your leggings. You raised your hips to help him, which earned a soft kiss on your hipbone.

He frantically removed his cloths, throwing them on the floor. He didn't want anything, but to feel you around him. He crawled back on top of you, adjusting himself to you. He didn't want to play around, he wanted you and the wetness around your core reassured him how much you needed him. 

You ran your hands along his exposed upper body, caressing the hard muscles of his abs in anticipation. He was beautiful. You just couldn't take your eyes off his perfectly formed body. He placed his palm on the top of your hand, following it down to his hip, before he forced them above your head, linking your fingers together. 

He aligned himself with you and invited you for a kiss as he entered you, leaving you to moan into his mouth at the sudden pleasure. He started moving, pounding into you, not even leaving time for you to adjust. He knew just how you liked it and he knew in that moment you wanted him to take you hard and rough. 

He grabbed your hips, his grip tightening around your curves, keeping you steady as he was colliding with your core. You were screaming his name as you felt the pulsing sensation appear inside you. You wanted to come and you screamed his name to make you. He understood what you wanted even without words. Your tightening walls were all he needed to quicken the tempo, making you breathless as the pleasure hit you hard, arching your back, running your hands across your breasts. 

As you were coming down your high you could feel Dean's shaking body over you and in seconds his groans became louder, more abrupt, before his body tensed and released in ecstasy. He fell on top of you, enjoying your quickened heartbeat under his ears. 

"Now this is the kind of exercise I prefer." He chuckled. You playfully slapped his shoulder in return. 

"Well, it's definitely one of my favourites too." You replied giggling and pulled him up for a quick kiss. 

You definitely burnt more calories that day, than you expected, but it was certainly a fun activity which Dean had hands on talent in.

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