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Sam Winchester in 3x02: "The Kids Are Alright"

sitting pretty

let's all thank @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth because i wouldn't have been able to do this without a certain ask being sent to me. i actually adore you, with a gross little cherry on the top. <3

Sam’s always been used to getting what he wants from you.

Big, beautiful thing like him—broad-shouldered, warm-eyed, polite to strangers and devastating in bed—he usually doesn’t even have to ask. Most nights, one look from under those long lashes is enough to get you on your knees. And you’re happy to do it. You love him. Love that mouth, that size, that sweetness. Love the way he always gets so soft and grateful when you touch him.

But tonight?

Tonight, you’ve decided he’s going to learn how it feels when you decide.

oh subby sam winchester you have absolutely no idea the things i would do for you. @_@ anyways i think i died reading this. tbh i hope this is what heaven looks like. oh for a big beefy guy to love me so much he lets me drive him to insanity <333

✭・.・ PRETTY IN LINGERIE

author's note trying out a new theme y'all I was in war with html FOR HOURS. divider creds to @uzmacchiato

summary sam shows up with a bag full of lingerie. you try one on. and then things get artistic :3

pairing olderbf!sam winchester x female reader

notices/warnings nsfw/18+ content, soft smut, established rp, implied age gap rp, sam lowk has a lingerie kink, a lil bit of voyeurism kink, slight nudity, probably missed some

the hotel room sam had booked was expensive, private, it smelled faintly of his cologne when you walked in. a dim golden lamp cast a soft glow over the sheets. there was music playing in the background, something slow and sultry, it curled in the air like heat. the bed was king-sized, sheets rumpled, like he’d already been dreaming about you on them.

the bag was black, tissue-lined, the kind of luxury store packaging that crinkled when sam dropped it onto the bed. he didn’t say much when he saw you. just kissed your cheek, looked at you like he’d missed you even more than he painfully admitted, and handed the gift to you with that subtle glint in his eyes that always meant trouble.

“you got me something?” you asked, tone soft, lifting an eyebrow.

“yeah, saw the set in the window and thought about how you’d look in it... ” he said, voice low, already loosening his tie. “or out of it.”

you took the bag, eyes gleaming, and disappeared into the bathroom.

the set was delicate. black lace with tiny satin ribbons, the kind of sheer that left almost nothing to the imagination. low-waisted bottoms, matching garter straps, bra that lifted just right.

the moment you slid it on and looked at yourself in the mirror, you knew. you looked dangerous.

and sam? well, in short, he was not ready.

when you stepped out, the bathroom light silhouetting you from behind, you saw it. the instant shift in his posture. sitting on the edge of the bed, sleeves rolled to his forearms, shirt stretched across his chest, tie hanging loose. his lips parted slightly, tongue running across them like he needed help believing what he was seeing.

he smirked. “jesus christ, baby…”

you played innocent. “do you like it?” you asked, stepping closer, one slow sway at a time.

his legs spread slightly when you stopped right between them. your hands rested on his shoulders, just a soft touch, the garters catching the soft light. your hair fell just right around your shoulders, sensual in a way no one could replicate.

sam’s fingers brushed over your hips first, thumbs sliding over the waistband, slow and reverent. then your waist. then down the outer curves of your thighs like he was trying to memorize every inch.

his voice dropped, “stay right there,” he murmured, reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

you laughed softly, teasing, “are you actually-?”

“shh,” he smiled, already switching the camera on. "you need to see what I see, baby.”

you turned slowly in place, the bedroom light painting you gold.

you didn’t expect how much you’d love it, the weight of his eyes behind the screen, the sound of the camera shuttering that followed every subtle pose.

you gave him a soft look first, the flirty, kittenish kind. biting your lip, tilting your chin.

click.

then you turned, just a little. put your back to him, glancing coyly over your shoulders, lips parted.

click.

you turned around again, eyes half-lidded, running your fingers through your hair in a way that made sam think he was in a dream, he groaned, quietly.

click.

you smirked. adjusted your stance. arched back, hands in your hair, legs parted just enough. you leaned forward like you were whispering to the lens with your eyes.

sam swore under his breath.

his thumb never stopped moving. he kept clicking. and clicking. drinking it all in.

then came the final blow.

you grabbed him by the tie.

his breath hitched.

with one slow tug, you pulled him forward, then gently shoved him back onto the bed. he laughed low in his chest, stunned and wrecked at once, looking up at you like you were a glowing goddess.

you climbed on top, straddling his lap. one hand toyed with the strap on your bra, the other resting on his chest, eyes locked on his like you were daring him to blink. then you bit your lip, real slow.

sam almost forgot how to breathe.

“take the picture,” you whispered.

he did. again. and again. fingers trembling slightly now, phone starting to dip with each breath.

“you know what I’m gonna do with those pictures?” he asked.

you tilted your head, smiling. “touch yourself to them?”

he chuckled. “that too. but mostly… I’m gonna save them for when I’m on the road, missing you so bad it hurts.” sam spoke, tone low, taking his one hand and softly resting it on your thigh, slowly inching toward the waistband of your panties.

you grind your hips slightly, just slightly on his lap, but his hips jerked up like you burned him.

"what it I just grind on you instead of posing then?" you spoke softly, innocently.

sam dropped the phone beside him.

the photoshoot was over.

✭・.・ masterlist

✭・.・ taglist @iris-w1nchester @mostlymarvelgirl @charliesangel67 @videwly @everythingisaspectrum

lust for life ── . ✶ s. winchester ²

was going to wait until i finished the fic im working on to return to posting at all but saw samcest in the warnings and had to peep expeditiously

daisy omfg this was actually insane and so good and hot jaw actually on the floor the entire time 😵‍💫 #NEEDTHAT god want soulless sam to call me names while sweet gentle sammy kisses me and call s me pretty. bark 🫠 also even soulless sam cares deeply about consent what a man!! also also two sams in front of me, call me tashi duncan the way im ABSOLUTELY making them kiss like yeah... yeah 🙂‍↕️ the way i actually cheered like i'd bust on the spot fr

long story short: this fic matched my freak so fucking hard. 10/10