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tags: friends to lovers, masturbation, panty kink, sam wears panties, anal sex, feminization, dirty talk, breeding kink
Sam finds panties in Dean's laundry.
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It started off as a little joke. Just out of curiosity, he told himself.
Sam's face contorted in annoyance as he tugged Dean's laundry out of the washing machine. He always had this habit of leaving it in, every single time without fail. He swore he'd actually lose it the next time he was stuck emptying out the machine after Dean used it.
To his relief, he'd finally reached the bottom of the pile, and at first he sighed softly when he removed them. Then all the annoyance drained from his face - replaced with a ton of confusing emotions at once. Mostly shock, surprise, a bit of awe, perhaps.
He couldn't quite believe what had caught his eye - or rather, his fingers. It was, undoubtedly, a pair of white lacy underwear.
Panicking, he shook them off his fingers, staring at them incredulously. These were in Dean's laundry? There were a number of possible explanations. To him, the one that made the most sense is that he hooked up with some girl, and she left them here. Or… she gave them to him.
He didn't like the way something stirred in his gut at the thought.
Or, of course, the extremely unlikely theory - these belonged to Dean.
Now, that made something else stir in Sam's gut. Something a lot more… pleasant. Hot.
His eyes were wide as he tentatively picked them up again. Dean's hookup - or Dean, or whoever these belonged to - had good taste. They were a pretty pair, and couldn't have been cheap. He licked his lips as he thought of Dean shelling out specifically just to buy panties.
Then he reminded himself it probably wasn't Dean. No, definitely not. Dean doesn't seem like the type to buy or wear these. Buy them for someone else, maybe. A pretty girl he was seeing.
Okay, nope. He needed to stop thinking about that, lest he have any more visceral reactions imagining Dean with girls.
Sam didn't usually give into his intrusive thoughts, but right now his brain was screaming only one thing at him. Try them on.
And, this time round, he didn't even think twice. He stuffed the panties in his pocket and sprinted up the stairs within seconds, his own laundry laying forgotten next to the machine.
-
Sam was a little taken aback by his reflection in the mirror staring back at him.
He… he looked good.
Not just good. He looked hot.
The fit was a little snug on him - the material felt a bit tight on his dick, but ever so soft. Wait. Why were they so much more comfortable than regular underwear?
And the realisation hit him. That if they were only a little ill-fitting, there was no way they didn't belong to Dean. He shuddered as he watched his cock start to chub up in the panties. Dean's dick had been in these before.
His eyebrows furrowed as he gazed at himself. He thought that little voice that'd told him to put these on was supposed to be funny. But it didn't feel quite so funny anymore.
Sam practically jumped out of his skin as he heard a voice from another room in the bunker.
"Sammy, hunt! Let's go!" Dean boomed from afar, and Sam rushed to get his jeans back on, still wearing the panties.
He didn't take them off for the rest of the day.
-
To say Sam was distracted during the hunt would be an understatement.
That heat he felt from before, when trying on the panties, burned brighter whenever Dean looked at him. He felt naked. Or, rather, like the panties were the only thing he was wearing. He felt like somehow, Dean knew. Did he? What would he think? About his baby brother, who'd never worn anything even remotely feminine before, clad in a pair of pretty, white, lacy panties? His panties?
It sent a thrill through his body that he'd never quite felt before. Not when ganking an array of demons or ghosts, either.
If Dean noticed anything strange, he certainly didn't say anything.
Not even when they got back, when Sam wordlessly walked a little too fast to his room and locked the door.
Panting, Sam fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and threw himself down on the bed, sliding his hand into the panties and furiously stroking his hard, aching cock. And god, he'd been hard for so long it hurt.
He thought about Dean. Wearing the panties around Dean, wearing them for him. Getting caught, and getting… punished. Or, rather, rewarded. Dean adoring him, practically worshipping his body in the pretty panties, the sweetest words dripping from his lips as he fucked him, hard, against the bed, against the wall-
Before Sam knew it, he was moaning wantonly against his hand - he'd clamped it over his mouth to not be too loud - coming hard and fast in the panties, soaking them against his skin. He collapsed against the sheets, looking hazily up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. He'd not come that quick in years.
God, he was so fucked.
-
Sam could barely go about his business for the rest of the day knowing he'd just had one of the best orgasms of his life.
And, of course, there was that other little thing that was bothering him too. Surely Dean would know the panties were missing. And Sam was the only other person here.
Sheepishly, Sam threw them in the wash, and a few days later snuck it into a pile of Dean's clean laundry, hoping he wouldn't notice they'd been gone.
But in that time, Sam found himself in a very shocking turn of events. He missed that soft, silky fabric against his dick. He grimaced as he looked at his clothes in his closet. God, his regular underwear was so boring.
Of course, he couldn't exactly borrow Dean's panties again. Sure, maybe one instance of them being missing he wouldn't notice, but he'd probably think something was up if they were lost a second time. Or a third, or fourth. Or every damn day of the week.
Sam smiled to himself as he thought of something. It didn't have to end here.
Because later that day, he found himself returning from the shops with something very pink and lacy in the bag.
-
Okay. So this was a whole thing now. A whole thing that had Sam questioning why, why for so many years did he never buy anything like this until now.
Still, he could definitely make up for lost time - and oh, he did. Wearing them around Dean, getting insatiably horny at the thought of how Dean had no idea and could catch him at any second, going back to his room and fucking his fist senseless. And maybe a couple of times, he'd put his fingers inside himself while he did. All while picturing the filthiest things his mind could fathom, always without fail involving Dean.
Was this a kink thing? Yes, definitely, but to Sam it felt like more than that. Suddenly he was more excited to go on hunts. The change of attitude didn't go unnoticed by Dean, even if… certain other things did.
"You're in a good mood lately," he said to Sam, grinning over at him from across the room as he unpacked his duffel. "Tell you what, I've never seen you look forward to hunting like this."
Sam shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't know," he said, not meeting Dean's eyes. "Just… getting in the zone lately."
"Really," Dean said sarcastically, Sam detecting a note of amusement in his voice. Uh oh. Did he suspect something?
Suddenly, Dean came over to Sam, sitting next to him on the bed. "Come on, Sammy, I'm not dumb. You seein' a girl in secret or something?"
Sam scoffed. "No."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "You seeing a dude in secret?"
"No! No," Sam said quickly, his gaze darting across Dean's face. Damn the guy for knowing him so well. He'd always know if Sam was hiding something.
"Don't hide it from me," Dean said, and he looked almost excited. Sam felt a small pang of guilt, because he'd be anything but excited if Dean was seeing a girl. "What's she like? She hot?"
"Dean, drop it," Sam said, moving away to bend down and pick up a discarded towel from the floor. As soon as he did, Dean gave a shameless wolf-whistle. What was it now?
"Damn, this girl's got you wrapped around her finger," he said slyly, "the way she's got you walkin' around in her panties like that."
Sam's eyes were wide, almost cartoonishly spinning around to look at Dean, who was giving him a practically evil grin.
"Dean, it's…" What was it? How was he going to explain this? That he wasn't wearing them for some girl, but instead for Dean? And it turned him on so fucking much?
Dean didn't look disgusted, or anything of the sort. Maybe a little… fascinated. He walked up to Sam, slowly, his eyes fixed on the tiny bit of pink lace that was poking out of his jeans. Sam's face flushed. They must've been more visible when he bent down.
"Look at you," Dean said quietly. Then, without a warning, Dean hooked a finger in the waistband of the panties, pulling them up and letting them snap back against Sam's skin.
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, his face impossibly red as Dean laughed.
"This girl of yours got good taste. They're so… pretty," he said, almost innocently.
Huh. So Dean liked it. He tried not to let the thought go straight to his cock. It was about the panties, not him, calm down, he told himself. Dean also had a kink for this, he already knew that much.
"There's, uh… there's no girl," Sam mumbled quietly, relenting. "Just me."
"Just you?" Dean asked, his voice softer. "You wore these just for you?"
"Uh…" Sam went quiet. That was technically true, but he wasn't just wearing them for him.
Dean gave him that, well, panty-dropping smile of his that was normally reserved for pretty girls he'd hit on. He stepped closer, crowding into Sam's space as his hands drifted to Sam's hips, his breath hitching as Dean's fingers slipped just slightly, teasingly into the waistband of the panties.
"This turns you on, doesn't it?" Dean said lowly. Sam bit his lip, but nodded silently. He already had a semi just from this fucking conversation.
"And," Dean leant in closer, whispering in Sam's ear. "That was you the other day, wasn't it? You stole my panties?"
Sam felt so hot he could hardly breathe, turning his head slightly, which made his nose bump with Dean's. "Yeah," he admitted. "I… I liked it. Bought my own."
Dean grinned, almost looking proud. "I knew you must've taken mine, Sammy. Came so hard thinking of you all dressed up in those panties, and then you went and bought your own. Got such pretty pink ones too."
Sam let out the softest moan, his hands coming up instinctively to grip Dean's shoulders. "I… I came in your panties too," Sam whispered, and he loved how wide Dean's eyes got at the words. "Fuck, wearing these around you made me so fucking horny all the time, Dean."
Dean groaned, pressing even closer and letting Sam feel his own hard-on through his jeans. "Then let's do something about that, shall we?" It's all the warning Sam got before Dean crashed their lips together, and he stumbled backwards until his back hit the wall.
Sam sighed into Dean's mouth, feeling his hands roam deliciously across his body - his chest, his thighs, before sliding to where he wanted them the most. Sam threw his head back against the wall, moaning softly as Dean palmed him over the panties. "These are staying on. Got that?" he whispered, and Sam breathed out a desperate, "fuck, yeah."
He felt Dean tug at his zipper, gazing at him adoringly as the jeans pooled down around his ankles. "Fuck, Sammy," he moaned, stroking his cock over the panties. "You're- you're soaking in them. Like a good girl."
Sam's eyes screwed shut in pleasure, unable to help bucking up against Dean's hand, who grinned up at him.
"Yeah? You like that, Sammy? Bein' a good girl for me?"
Sam could only whine in response, nodding frantically.
"Nuh-uh. Say it. Need your words." His hand stubbornly moved away from Sam's cock, and he keened in frustration.
"Love- love being a good girl for you, Dean. Fuck," he writhed against Dean as he resumed the movements, and he chuckled against his lips.
"Make like a good girl and get in the bed for me," Dean instructed lowly, and Sam obeyed instantly, practically scrambling over to the bed and lying down.
Dean clambered over him, kissing deeply into him as his body moved against his own - Dean still fully clothed, his cock grinding against Sam's own in the lacy underwear, almost an imitation of fucking. As good as it felt, Sam couldn't have that. He needed a lot more contact and a lot less clothes.
Almost reading his mind, Dean lifted him up to strip him of his shirt, and Sam removed Dean's own before reaching over to the bedside drawer to retrieve the lube. Dean smirked as he started shucking off his jeans. "That eager already, are we?"
Sam couldn't even respond to that as Dean slicked up his fingers, moving his panties to the side as he slid a finger inside Sam, then another.
"So easy," Dean teased. "Must do this a lot, huh? Take a lot of cock?"
"Shut up," Sam whined, practically twisting and turning as he took Dean's fingers in so easily.
"No, no, it's good," Dean said, adding a third finger. "But you're only takin' mine from now on, Sammy."
Sam cried out as Dean's fingers brushed against his prostate, which had him grinning triumphantly above him. "All mine, all dressed up for me. Such a good girl for me, Sammy."
Once he was satisfied, Dean slid down his boxers and gave his cock a few strokes, staring Sam down intensely as he did. Then he lined up, pushed inside and - oh.
Contrary to Dean's words, Sam hadn't done this as much as he'd wanted to, or ever, really. He'd played with his fingers and maybe a dildo once on a whim, but nothing, nothing could have prepared him for how good Dean's cock felt inside him.
Dean started to move, and Sam went practically boneless with pleasure. "Dean, Dean," he chanted, head falling back against the pillows. "Feels so good…"
"Fuck, Sammy, look at you," Dean groaned hoarsely as he looked down at him. "Takin' my cock so well, lookin' so pretty under me."
Sam whined at the praise, and Dean started to go faster, chasing both their pleasure. His face nestled into Sam's shoulder, pressing deep kisses into his skin as he fucked into him, the headboard hitting the wall with every thrust.
"So wet, too," Dean moaned against his chest. "You like me fucking your pussy?"
"Yes, love you fucking me," Sam choked out, but Dean's gaze narrowed as he looked down at him.
"You like it when I fuck your what?" He leaned in really close, and Sam whimpered.
"My- my pussy," he moaned softly, moving harder against Dean as the words leave his lips. "Please, Dean. Fuck my pussy."
And he does. They rock against each other, hard, as Dean mumbles a sweet, "Mm, such a good little sis, Sammy."
The words send an intense heat pooling in his lower belly. He was getting close.
"Gonna come on my cock, Sammy?" Dean asked, now pounding him relentlessly. "Get my cock all wet for me so I'll come in you? Might even knock my pretty girl up, imagine that," Dean said dirtily, and Sam just about lost it.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck, gonna come," Sam panted, getting louder as Dean reached down to stroke his cock.
"There's my good girl," Dean praised, hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars. "Come for me, Sammy. Let me fuck my baby into you."
That was all it took. Within seconds Sam was throwing his head back against the sheets, coming hard all over Dean and spasming beneath him in pleasure. Dean kept going, eager to reach his release.
"Fuck, fuck, looked so hot doing that," he groaned above Sam. His movements grew erratic until Sam felt Dean start to fill him up, coming inside him with a loud moan before collapsing above him, the both of them breathless. They exchanged a few kisses, growing more languid until Dean simply held onto Sam, pressing his face into his chest.
"I have got to get you more of these," he grinned cheekily as he stroked the soft material. Sam laughed a little, shaking his head.
"You're gonna go overboard," Sam said. "You'll want to buy every damn thing in the store. Go all sugar daddy on me or some shit." Which made Dean pull a face.
"What? You call me "little sis" but you draw the line at being a sugar daddy?" Dean just shoved him playfully.
dubcon wincest is all super hot, and sammy suffering at the hands of dean is melt worthy. don't get me wrong. but what about the wincest where sammy's enjoying it as much as dean does?
Sam and Dean both have their stories. But I always say that it’s about them coming together, because the story is really not about one or the other; it’s about the bond between them. The two of them being one unit is for us really what the story is about. - Eric Kripke
We’re all a bunch of misfits. The relationship between Sam and Dean, we connect with it. Everyone wants a Dean to their Sam. - Jared Padalecki
It was the love story of two brothers, to be honest. - Jensen Ackles
you can’t break up with your father and you can’t break up with your brother, but they can both leave you. and they do.
so you drive the country end to end like a tiger pacing his enclosure and you hold your phone tight like either one is going to call.
and you say you want to be a family again and you’re selfish, selfish, trying to keep them both close and knowing all they want is to be far far away from you
this is MY stanford era wincest. take your pick of when their first time happened but personally i really enjoy it being the night before sam leaves (this is it right here)
jensen: if sam wore a dress dean would get a boner; dean smells like french fries, leather and motor oil; dean's favorite movie is predator; favorite version of sam is the unlucky baby brother sam (3x03).
jared: sam has a tight end; sam smells like cotton candy and heaven; sam's favorite movie is fried green tomatoes; favorite version of dean is the violent toppy dean from endverse (5x04).
they are alpha dean and omega sam truthers. you cannot convince me otherwise.
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