Sam and Dean had such nice surprises planned for you this Christmas. But all you really want is a punishment.
Warnings: EXPLICIT SMUT. OVER 18 READERS ONLY I AM NOT EVEN JOKING. BDSM relationship; daddy kink; DDLG; degradation; language; poly relationship.
A/N: Merry Christmas my dudes! I would apologise for this but since I’m writing it for @ne-gans 5k xmas challenge I refuse to. Congratulations babe and thanks for giving me an excuse to write this filth. W/C: 4090.
Butterflies swarmed in your belly, their delicate wings licked by the flames of a fire stoked entirely by your own imagination. This was a risky little game, but no matter the outcome you were sure to win.
You looked perfect; a much-wanted present just waiting to be unwrapped. The red silk teddy flattered your figure, fine soft fabric skimming some places and clinging to others. The straps were delicate and they rested on your shoulders obediently but with one touch from a Winchester’s finger they would slide right off, you were sure. Red lace trim traced the swell of your breasts and the curve of your ass, showing off your assets while they beckoned to the beholder to explore further.
You thought about teaming the lingerie with seamed stockings and your patent ankle-strap shoes, but decided against it. They weren’t a part of the game and besides, the stiletto heels would give away your presence as you stole towards the man you had left stretched out on the couch.
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