Supernatural One Shots

Shower (Meg x Reader)

It had been a long day. You just got back from a hunt with the boys. Your body is covered with cut and bruises. You've had worse, but your body still aches.

Ready to asses the damage, you slowly remove your shirt. The mirror in the bathroom of the bunker is small, so you have to step back a little to see your whole torso. There are a lot of small cuts on your arms from the broken window. The worst is the large bruise on your collar bone and the cut on your ribs.

You peel off your pants and toss them on the floor next to your ruined shirt. The pants aren't even close to being salvageable; they're covered in partly dried blood from the vamp you killed.  "Gross." You wrinkle your nose.

You roll your neck and stretch. You unclasp your bra and take it off, then your panties. Now all that's left is to shower and wash off the sweat and blood. You turn toward the shower to turn it on when the door opens.

"Oh, my god!" Your knee hits something while you turn and look for something to cover yourself. You pick up your shirt, but it doesn't succeed in hiding everything. "Meg!" you shout.

"Oh, hey, (y/n)." She looks you up and down with a smirk on her face. "I was just looking for some... Well, I don't remember anymore." She laughs.

"Get out," you say, indignantly. Instead, she closes the door. And locks it. Meg reaches her hand toward you. "Don't," you warn.

"I was just going to say that you have a nasty cut on your side." You look down and see that fresh blood is oozing from it. Which only reminds you that all of your body is exposed except your boobs. "You know, I could help with that cut."

"I was just going to take a shower to clean it, and then bandage it," you say slowly.

Meg is still looking you up and down. "You're so sexy when you're hurt. Actually, you're sexy always." That comes as a surprise. She steps forward and you straighten up.

"You're, uh, you're sexy too," you stumble over the words.

"I hope you think so if we're going to shower and possibly do unspeakable things together." Still, her voice hasn't changed; her tone is casual.

You drop the shirt that was covering you.

Meg raises her eyebrow high. "That's what I thought."

"You talk too much," you say just before slamming your lips against Meg's. She moans. You tug her shirt up and off her. She takes her pants off, trying not to take her lips away from yours. She stands back up, and your bodies press against each other. Your hands run up her smooth back, fingers clawing at her skin. One of her hands is in your hair, the other against the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer.

"You're getting your blood all over me," she says, breath tickling your mouth.

"Oops." You laugh deeply. You turn around and lean down to turn on the shower, so naturally, Meg squeezes your ass. You laugh again. When you turn around, Meg's taken off her bra and panties. God, she's beautiful. She's lean, but muscular. Her dark brown hair hangs down over her breasts, but you can see her nipples which are already hard.

When you look up, Meg is smirking. You hop in the shower, Meg following. Only, she doesn't hop because she's Meg. You both stand under the water for a bit, making out and touching each other. "Mm," Meg says as she breaks away. You whine.

"I said I'd clean you up, remember? And then we'll get dirty again." Meg grabs the soap. To her credit, she actually does clean you up before getting to the dirty part.

You hiss as the soap stings the cut on your side. You put your hands in Meg's hair and grip it. "Oh, sorry," you begin.

"Don't be; I like it."

You smirk and tighten your grip again. She squats and starts scrubbing the blood off your legs. "Hey! You missed the good part," you complain.

"I'm getting there."

"Meg, please. Please," you beg. You pull her hair, demanding.

"Oh, but I love to make you wait," she drawls.

"Meg, please!"

"Hey!" someone shouts. "Some of us are tryin' to eat out here!" It was Dean's voice, coming from the kitchen.

"And some of us are trying to have sex!" Meg yells back. She puts the soap down and stands back up. You immediately start kissing her again. The kissing was so amazing, it could almost be enough. But not quite.

She pushes you back a bit so you're both under the running water and the soap runs off. She moves her lips down so she's kissing your neck. You throw your head back. She sucks on your neck. Her lips trail down, grazing your bruised collar bone and then on your breasts. You moan a little.

"Oh, I'm just getting started, babe."

Her teeth tug at your nipple. You reach down and cup her breasts.

She moves down slowly, planting tiny kisses down your belly.

"Meg, I swear if you don't -"

Then, her fingers are inside you. "Oh!" you shout. "Yes! Oh, Meg!" Her fingers move around expertly, making you moan again. "You're so good at this," you say between breaths. "I can't even imagine how good you are at the other stuff." You writhe.

"You wanna find out?"

"Do you even have to ask?" you reply.

"Let's take things to the bedroom."