Supernatural OneShots

Tickle Showers

(A/N): I'm sorry, but the girl above kind of looks like my bff Daisy. Whatddya' think, Daze?

This is for you, bae. I love you gurl!

I walk into the bunker, followed by Daisy, Sam, and Dean, after a long day of hunting. Dean and I jump in the shower, leaving Sam and Daisy to themselves. Daisy was having a hard time focusing today, flirting with Sam endlessly. We just got it done, then came back home to the bunker. I followed Dean into the shower, so maybe Sam and Daisy can do whatever.  

I'm attempting to get Dean relaxed, because he's the one who takes a bigger beating than the rest of us.

I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck, and letting my fingers explore his soft, wet hair, "You're so strong and fearless, but you do know that it's okay to be a little scared, Dean, right?"

He snakes his arms around my waist, pulls my body against his, and buries his face in my neck. He says, making my skin vibrate, "I know, but I take it all to protect you. I'm not letting anything happen to you, babe."

I smile, running my fingers through his hair, and purr into his ear, "I love you."

He stands back up, saying, "I love you too, princess." Then he gives me an up and down glance, then leans in, pressing his lips to mine. 

My fingertips move over his jaw, and when he pulls away, I gasp, "God, the jawline and the scruff? You're killing me Dean!"

He smiles, touches his jawline, then leans back in, whispering, "You know...we haven't had shower sex yet, but do you wanna' give it a go?"

I say, pulling him to me, "Hell yeah!"

------Daisy's POV------

"Sam, don't even think about it!" I say, backing away from him, "You know I'm very sensitive!"

He smiles, replying, "Oh come on, Daze, you know you want me to!"

I try to run out of the room, but Sam grabs me, tickling my sides, making me squeal and squirm in his arms. 

I find myself on the floor under him, as he keeps tickling the wazoo out of me. I'm screeching and squealing like a small animal, and I'm surprised that Dean and Ally haven't come out, wondering what's happening. But I'm sure that they're busy, probably banging each other in the shower or something, I don't know. 

Sam says, "I told you I would get you; you can't run from me!"

I twist myself out of his grip and crawl to the door, but he gets a grip on my ankles, pulling me back across the floor to him. Anyone would say that this is an abusive relationship, but he's not actually hurting me, he just likes to tickle the life out of me. 

I turn so that my chest is aligned with his, then pull up and kiss him on the lips.

He completely stops tickling me, and pins me between his body and the floor, whispering, "What, you think that if you just kiss me, I'll stop tickling you?"

I nod, feeling my black hair slide across the floor, even though some of it is on my face. He gently moves it off my face, then says, with his lips centimeters away, "Well, maybe just this once."

His lips smash into mine, and his hands immediately go to the bottom of my shirt. I don't know what I want first, so I just grab his hands as he pulls my shirt off, never wanting any of our skin to not be touching. 

I like him being rough with me. I know he won't actually hurt me, because he loves me too much, but he does leave lots of marks. They make me feel like he's marked me as his possession.

His lips move down to my neck as he unclasps my bra, and somehow, I get his shirt off too, through the tangle of arms. His lips on my body makes me wanna just-

"What was that?" Sam whispers against my skin, earning a body ripple. 

"What was what?" I gasp back, a little confused.

"That sounded like nothing I've ever heard during sex." Sam replies, bringing his face back up to mine, so he can torture me with those brilliant blue eyes. 

I shrug, and he says, seeming to be realizing something, "That sounded almost like...like an F. You can sing? That high?"

I nod, feeling a little embarrassed.  He smiles, then says, "You know, that's pretty hot if you ask me. Singing that high? Oh god, I'm more in love with you, and it's your fault."

I watch him move down to my pants, and I say, "You talk like it's a bad thing."

He shakes his head, saying, "It's not; I promise it's not. I just...I find new reasons why I love you every day. I'll never stop."

I feel tears for a second, then wipe them away, saying, "Oh, shut your cakehole. Do you want me to cry during this?"

Sam laughs, replying, "Well, Dean thinks I do apparently."

"Ha, Dean probably cries tears of joy, because Ally's a frickin' riot! I mean, she's my best friend, I know she's rough as heck! But so are you."

Sam smirks, then says, "Do you like me being rough?"

I bite my lip, then nod so much I feel like my head'll roll off.

He slips off my pants and underwear, leaving me completely naked on the cold wood floor. I shiver, and Sam carefully picks me up, and lays me on the bed, saying, "There sweetheart. Wouldn't want you getting too cold, now would we?"

I smile, then he licks me, down my entire body, stomach, neck, legs, everything. I was shivering before, but now it's just excited shivers. Geez, Sam can put me through hell, but still cause so much arousal, it's not even funny.

I breathe, "Just do it Sam, please, just do it."

He whispers, letting his hot breath go in between my legs, teasing my core, "Are you begging?"

I gasp again, "Yes, yes I am, and that means I need you, so hurry up!"

He puts his hands up in an 'I surrender' way, then sticks his tongue inside me, causing me to arch myself up to him.  Just eat me Sam, please just eat me.

He does, as if he read my mind, gripping my hips for balance on my part, because I keep moving against him. I moan his name, and slide my fingers through his hair, pulling a little.

He laughs into me, sending a whole bunch of shivers up my body, and climbs back up onto me. He smiles, kisses me, then whispers, "You like pulling my hair, don't you?"

I nod, completely numb already, and he adds, "I'll pull yours too, if you let me."

I smile, and say, "I will, if you get inside me."