Dean X Male Reader One Shots

Devilish Feelings

Enjoy this week's steamy but short chapter ;)

The steam is heavy and makes the air humid. The hot water runs over your head running down your face blurring your peripheral. The water is soothing on your aching muscles and fresh scratches from today's hunt. You jump when you feel warm, rough hands traipsing over your body.

"Mmmmmm. Hi Dean." His fingers wrap around your chin and he tilts your head back to look up at him. Deans face is covered in scratches from today's hunt. He pulls you back against his chest, kissing you harshly. Your tongues intertwine and his absent hand wanders downward making good use of his fine motor skills. You moan into his mouth and when you break apart you gaze into his eyes. The candy apple orbs have morphed into a dark forest green, cloudy with lust. He makes use of your distraction and nibbles on your neck, leaving purple bites that are sure to last for weeks. Your pants are loud in the thunder of the shower head. Water is pouring down onto you both and it's getting hard to maintain friction. You reach for the water controls but Dean grabs your wrist.

"I'm the one who controls things here. Understand?" He squeezes your wrist until the point of pain and you're squirming.

"Yes, sir." He smirks at you, letting go of your wrist. He turns the water off himself, reaching for the towel hanging just outside the shower. You take your few seconds of freedom to admire his body. He's covered in white scars and fresh scratches. His body is sculpted and lucious. He catches you admiring his figure and smirks. He ushers you out of the shower and towels your body down. He takes his agonizing time, making sure to apply friction in all the right places to get you riled up. He gestures for you to get dressed and you pout, grudgingly pulling on your clothes. He pulls boxers and shorts on, making the process as painful as possible for you.

"I want to do something special tonight." He pulls a shirt over his head, glancing over at you once he's clothed.

"What kind of something special sir?" You still feel as though your body is on fire. Your fingertips and face are buzzing like there are a thousand bees under your skin. He's testing me. I can feel it. We just got back from a long, exhausting hunt and he wants to test my stamina. He steps closer to you, rubbing his hands up and down your arms, along your shoulders, and onto your back. You're almost purring at the soothing sensation on your muscles.

"I want to pamper you tonight." You gawk at him, flabbergasted.

"Me? I don't deserve to be pampered!" The arched eyebrow he sends your way shuts you up quickly. He leans down to whisper in your ear. The things he says he's going to do to "pamper you" send shivers up your spine and heat flooding in your core. It's almost as if I got dressed for nothing. He proceeds to nudge you towards the bed. You fall onto it when your knees hit it. He climbs on top of you and langiously begins to suck at your neck, causing you to arch and moan. He makes his way down your neck, kissing at the neckline of your shirt. You dig your nails into his back, the attention so pleasurable and torturous at the same time. He strips you of your shirt, kissing downwards. He pays special attention to your aching nipples giving each one teasing bites. His knee presses harder into your erection and you hiss. The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them.

"Hurt me daddy." He stops his tender kisses and looks up at you, his eyes dark green with lust.

"It would be my pleasure."