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heykoonsy · 1 year

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Word Count: 1.9k+

Pairing: Female Reader x Sammy

Summary: Sensing you need some alone time after a rough day, Sammy draws you a bubble bath complete with candles and a much needed glass of wine. But there's a surprise waiting for you when you finish your glass, so bottoms up, babygirl.

Content Warnings: Rated 18+

A/N: I lost so much sleep for this, but I don't even care. I'm so fucked for work tomorrow, guys. Anyway, please enjoy.

BOTTOMS UP

You huffed as you struggled to put your key in to unlock the door. Here you were locked out of your apartment while your purse and the groceries you got after work slipped further down your arm. Before you could stop yourself, you angrily banged on the door. No response. You grit your teeth as you dropped everything in your hands and fumbled with the keys again. The door opened immediately, somehow making you angrier.

"Oh, you got it." Sam said, a foot from the door.

"Thanks for the help," you said, fully aware of the edge in your tone.

You began picking up all the bags you dropped, grumbling as you walked past Sam, who followed behind you after closing and relocking the door.

Wasting no time, you began putting away the groceries. Sam picked at the bags, pulling out some items and putting them away. And yet, as much as he tried to help, you just wanted to yell at him to get out of your way. Finally, the two of you settled on the same bag.

"The eggs are all smashed," he notes to no one in particular.

Your mind goes back to when you dropped the bags to unlock the door. You give a frustrated groan and snatch the carton out of his hands to throw them away. They land in the bottom of the trash can with a dull thud.

"Y/N," Sam calls after you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

You shake it off, but look back at him. "What?" You ask bitterly.

Sam drops his hand. "Why don't I run you a bath, baby," he says softly.

"I just want to get started on dinner," you say as you begin clearing the plastic bags from the counters and balling them up in your fist.

"I'll take care of dinner, you just take some time for yourself."

You looked at Sam, feeling your heart ache at the thought of getting off your feet and relaxing. You threw the bags into the trash can and turned back to Sam. You let your eyes fall, and Sam took that as his cue to whisk you away to the bedroom.

"Get into your robe, I'll get everything ready for you."

You do as instructed and quickly shed your work clothes, next your pinchy bra and panties. You thought about throwing the damn thing away, since it chaffed you all day, but stopped when you realized that if it was gone, you'd need to replace it. Instead you tossed it into the hamper along with your other clothes. Finally, you let your hair fall from the messy bun you'd had it in all day. You felt the ache of your scalp as your hair fell in clumps at your shoulders.

You looked at yourself in your full-length mirror. You took in the bags under your eyes, the state of your hair. The ever present hatred of your body reappeared making you latch onto every stray hair, mole and dark spot. You turned away from the mirror, eyes finding your robe on the door of your closet. You covered yourself quickly and began making your way to the bathroom.

Sam stepped out of the bedroom and ushered you inside after getting you to close your eyes.

The first thing you noticed was the delightful smell. Your eyes opened and fell on the candles that Sam had lit which enveloped the small room in a deep orange glow. You looked down at the bathwater, which was covered in a thick array of white bubbles. Steam rose from the pool, the humidity making you melt.

Sam didn't waste any time taking off your robe. His hands made quick work of the knot you'd tied at the front just a minute ago. He pulled off the soft cloth and placed it on a hook on the door.

You stepped one foot inside the tub, it's aching immediately subsiding. You did the same with your other one, and it was somehow better the second time. You lowered yourself into the tub, feeling some bubbles conform to you, and others pop at the intrusion. You felt your body sigh, or maybe it was just you releasing all the tension you'd been carrying.

"I'll be right back," he said and left for a moment.

When Sam returned, he was carrying a full glass of wine–from the color it was one of your favorites.

"Thank you," you said, feeling lighter already.

Sam watched as you took a sip and got down on his knees. "You take as long as you need, okay?" He took your phone out of his pocket. "Text me if you need anything."

"A refill?" You joked, feeling your sense of humor returning, but just barely.

He nodded with a sweet smile. And finally, Sam got up and left.

You enjoyed the silence, reveling in the glow of the candles. You rested your head against the wall of the tub and melted into the water. You really needed this.

You recalled the events of the day. Your spilled tea, the last second revisions you had to make for your boss, the obnoxiously long line at the grocery store, the keys, the eggs. And then your mind went to Sam and how poorly you treated him in your anger. You felt tears sting your eyes, so you closed them, hoping to dispel them before you started blubbering.

You dunked your head beneath the water instead and felt the same relaxing heat overcome you. Sitting back once more, you grabbed your wine glass and took another sip.

This was perfect.

One podcast and three glasses of wine later, you were delightfully tipsy and feeling so much better. Finishing up your washing routine, you took your exfoliating pad and scrubbed your body wash into a rich lather. After rinsing off all the soap, you texted Sam.

Come here.

You heard Sam pause in the kitchen. He was most likely already done with dinner and was simply waiting for you to get done. He walked up to the bathroom door and opened it slowly.

"Need another refill?"

"No, I wanted to say sorry. I was mean," you said.

Sam crouched down beside the tub and pulled you into a kiss. "You were stressed, I get it, baby."

"Thanks for this. I really needed it."

Sam smiled that toothy smile. "I'm glad you liked it."

You smiled as Sam picked up your wine glass. He took a small sip, leaving the last of the glass for you. "Bottoms up," he said playfully.

You did as you were told and drank the rest of the glass.

"What did you end up making?"

Sam grabbed the glass out of your hand. "Don't worry about that for now."

You watched as Sam dunked the wine glass below the surface, filling it with perfumed, slightly sudsy water. Then, he began pouring the water he collected over the exposed skin on your leg. You felt the water stream across your cold flesh, warming you once more. Then, he did the same thing once more, this time pouring the water onto your breasts. He filled the glass again, and began pouring it out slowly in a steady stream from your chest…to your belly button…and finally settling on your pussy.

You felt the soft pressure of the water on your clit and your first instinct was to squirm due to the tickling sensation.

"Lay still for me, baby," he said softly, applying another stream to your clit.

You stilled yourself, feeling another warm stream of water tickle your clit. It felt like the softest tongue was pressing against your pussy, teasing your folds gently. It reminded you of Sam's tongue and how he'd coaxed many an orgasm from you using the slightest touches. Sam let another steady stream fall onto you, and this time he made the water fall faster, causing some more pressure to be placed directly onto your clit.

You felt an immense amount of pleasure, and it made you hold onto the tub.

"Does it feel good, Y/N?"

You nodded quickly, shame and embarrassment the farthest things from your mind at present.

Sam filled the glass again and this time traced the folds of your pussy with the water instead, driving you crazy. You looked up at him, his hair falling in front of his face as he leaned over the side of the tub. His eyes flicked over to you.

"Did you want to ask me something, sweety?"

You pushed your hips upwards, the water sloshing slightly at your movement. When he didn't continue, you raised your legs and parted them as wide as the tub would allow, exposing your sex to him.

"Touch me," you said, your hands cupping your tits and giving them a quick massage.

Sam smiled to himself, choosing instead to fill the wine glass again and pour water once again over your swollen clit. Your breath hitched in your throat as the feeling grew more intense the longer he drew it out. Then, he put down the wine glass.

"Look at that beautiful pussy, Y/N," Sam said as he reached down and placed his hand over your folds.

You felt his rough fingertips trace your folds, reacquainting himself with all of your delicate places. You felt his long finger dip low, and a smile grew across his face.

"All this because of some water?" He said with a shit-eating grin.

He had no doubt discovered your wetness, which had been leaching out around your pussy since he began toying with you.

"Touch my clit, baby, I wanna come," you begged.

"You want me to touch you here, babygirl?" Sam cooed, touching your clit gently with his index and middle fingers.

You moaned at his touch, "Yes, right there," came your breathless reply.

Then as soon as he started, Sam pulled his hand away and began pouring water on your clit again. Surprisingly, the method at which he touched your clit again didn't matter–what was important was that you were being touched.

Sam raised the glass, pouring the water from up higher and creating a more jagged, incomplete stream. You felt the sharp drops on your clit, and gasped at each one. You looked down, seeing how the water collided with your pussy and pooled back into the water.

"Sam," you moaned.

"Are you getting close?" He whispered, clearly satisfied with the state you were in below him.

You nodded, which he rewarded by touching your clit with his free hand as he filled the glass again. Sam then began alternating between the water and his hand, not letting you get used to the sensations of either before switching again.

You held your tits in your hand, rubbing absentmindedly on your nipples and feeling the liquid spray your pussy and inner thighs. It was barely a minute before you were gasping, trying to alert Sam that you were right there–

You let a moan escape your lips, feeling the pleasure wash over you as you felt the water slip from your clit to the water.

"Good girl, such a good girl," he said softly.

You looked up at him, dazed by your orgasm. He smiled down at you before raising himself from the floor.

"Lasagna is waiting for you when you get out," he said before leaving the bathroom.

Without thinking, your hand went to your phone, and you were typing up a message to Sam.

Dinner can wait. It's your turn.

THE END

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