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[SPN fic - Untitled - Sam/OFC - NC-17]
Title: Untitled
Author: Lily, annabeth_fics
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/OFC, Dean
Warnings: porn, het sex, teasing, slight bloodplay
Spoilers: none
Notes: Don't be afraid of the OFC. Trust me. Prompt from one of my friends, he asked for tied up in a motel room, being teased like hell. Hope you like it <3
word count: 1741


Untitled

"Come on, Sam, you'll like it, I promise," said the woman in a soft sultry voice. "Just let me take care of you."

Sam shifted from one foot to the other, glancing over his shoulder at the bed, then back at the woman. She was pretty, in a misty sort of way, with translucently pale skin and long, very dark hair. Her lips were red like apples, and Sam felt himself drawing willingly closer to her, letting her hands drift over his broad shoulders and down his back.

"Let it go, Sam," she said, voice low and husky with sensual promise. "You're a big, strong boy, you know you can get free if you really want to."

Sam couldn't explain it, but his skin felt too hot and tight, and every time he looked closer at her, she was more and more beautiful. He found himself nodding assent, letting her tug him over to the bed, and then with a dramatic push to his chest he toppled backwards onto the bed, legs sprawling apart.

He'd never seen her before, but his mind was hazy and he couldn't find the will to resist as she secured his arms and legs to the bed posts. When he was confined, she began to strip out of her clothes, first sliding the strap of her bustier down over one shoulder, letting it hang loose at her elbow, flipping her hair out of the way so that Sam could see the slope of her shoulder and her creamy skin in the candlelight. He swallowed forcefully, cock starting to firm in his jeans, watching her as she unhooked the first clasp of her top.

The smallest amount of feminine flesh peeked through the hole as she slipped the second strap down to her elbow, and Sam gulped again, imagining her naked, wondering if she was going to let him see her naked, or if she was just going to hint at it all night.

She gathered her long dark hair up and and dropped it behind her shoulders, arching her neck and pushing her breasts forward, so that they spilled a little bit over the top of the bustier, now that its main support system was gone. And Sam hardened even more in his jeans.

"Let me--" Sam breathed, testing his bonds, wanting to get free and rip open the rest of the hooks, cover her flesh with his mouth, his hands. He wanted to be naked himself, too, but she didn't look like she was going to oblige him in that. Just when he thought she was going to unhook the rest of her top, she let her fingers fall away from her chest, and he could see the swell of her breasts almost to her nipples, but not quite. They fell into the shadow of her bustier and Sam clenched his fingers together against the bed posts, wanting to touch her, to see if she felt as firm and soft as she looked.

She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her jeans and opened them, giving Sam a glimpse of her panties, which were blue and skimpy enough that he could see flashes of her naked skin when she moved.

"Do you like that, baby?" she murmured, crawling onto the bed and straddling his hips. She pressed down with her pelvis and ground against his hard cock inside his jeans, grinning, showing white wicked looking teeth as he groaned and arched his hips upwards, seeking more contact. But she put her hands on his hips and pushed him back down, and she was a lot stronger than she looked. She rose up on her knees and Sam cried out, desperate for the contact, wanting to feel the warmth of her body on his again.

She gave him another wicked smile and wriggled out of her jeans, making sure to touch him just enough in the process, tantalising touches that had him so hard he was throbbing against the confines of his jeans, but not enough to give him any real release from the pressure.

"Please," he begged, trying to buck his hips up, but unable to because she was back to restraining him with her hands. When she was wearing nothing but her panties, she bore down on him again, grinding her pussy against his cock, and he could feel her warmth and dampness even through the layers of his clothes. He moaned, eyes rolling back a little, trying to get her to move on him more, but she just tsked and lifted off again, leaving his cock aching and desperate for the feel of her.

"You're being a very naughty boy, Sam Winchester," she scolded, and then ground her pussy against his cock again. "Am I going to have to punish you?"

"N-no," he forced through his constricted airway. "I'll be good, just-- Please do that again."

She raised her hips again, this time leaning down and sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, tasting him, biting him just a little, licking up the blood that welled out. Sam moaned again, his whole body was on fire, sweaty and needy and desperate. He wanted to touch her so bad, and he wanted her to reach inside his jeans and take out his cock, and pump it with her fist until he came.

It was as if she read his mind, because she unzipped his jeans, burying her hand inside his boxers and wrapping her long slender fingers around his cock, squeezing and releasing, and then holding him loosely in her hand.

"H-harder, please," he whimpered, trying to thrust into her fist, but she wouldn't let him. She pressed his hips back into the mattress with one hand, and again, Sam was startled by how strong she was. She was restraining him with one hand, and he was a very strong guy.

"No, not yet," she said, her breath washing lightly over his lips. She kissed him again, tongue delving into his mouth, circling around, but when he tried to follow her lead and slip his tongue into her mouth, she pulled away. "I don't think so, Sammy-boy," she said.

She lowered her hips back down on top of him so that her hand was pressed between his cock and her body, and then she moved her thumb, stroking over the head of his cock and collecting the precome there. She pulled her hand away and licked her fingers, watching him, and his cock gave an insistent throb as he watched her lick the taste of him from her fingers. Then, she reached into her own panties, and he wished he could see what she was doing, but he could imagine it: her fingers sinking inside her own body, soaking up the wetness of her pussy, then she placed her damp hand back around his cock, stroking it up and down, but too gently for him to get any real enjoyment out of it. It felt good, sure, it felt fucking good as hell, but it just wasn't enough pressure.

"More, God, please," he cried, and wished he could grab her hand and tighten it as much as he wanted around his cock. Almost like she read his mind she firmed her grip and pumped his cock up and down, and her fingers were slippery with her juices, and at last it was enough pleasure, intense and sharp, almost like nothing he'd felt before. He raised his hips off the bed and this time she let him, let him fuck her fist until he could feel his orgasm approaching, and then she gripped the base of his shaft, hard enough to stave off the orgasm until he was panting for breath, anxious and desperate to come.

"Please, let me come," he said, and that was when she took her hands off of him completely.

"Oh, honey, I can't do that," she said apologetically, and gave him another soft kiss, again underscored by a bite, this time to the side of his neck.

It was right then that his brain cleared and he realised what he was dealing with. She was sucking on his neck, but not enough to hurt, and not even enough to do any real damage, but the pleasant haze suddenly made sense, and Sam yanked hard against the ropes tying him to the bed, but unlike she had promised, he couldn't get free.

And then everything went soft and blurry again, and his brain grew muddled, and all he wanted, more than anything in the world, was to come.

"Please, let me fucking come," he begged, but she just met his eyes with hers and now he could see that up close they were silvery, not human at all.

"There's only one way you get to come, baby," she said, and sank her sharp teeth into her own arm. Blood welled out over the punctures and she held out her arm to him. "If you drink this I'll let you come," she said, and Sam shook his head fiercely.

But she fisted his cock again, rubbing his own fluid around it, bringing him back up to the edge until his cock was throbbing with every beat of his heart. He bucked his hips up again, and she let him, but like before, just when he was going to come she stopped it and took her hand away. She offered him her arm again, and Sam had his mouth open and was reaching for it before he knew what he was doing. He snapped his mouth closed and turned his head away. She slapped him lightly.

"It's okay, honey, just a little taste and then you can come all you want."

Sam was absolutely wild for it, he knew it, he didn't think he could turn her down if she started stimulating his cock again. Luckily (and in some ways, unluckily) for him, that was when Dean broke down the door and killed her.

As he was cutting Sam's arms and legs free, Sam was almost crying from the desire for release, and it was a huge relief to wrap his own hand around his cock and pump it until he came, spilling all over his fingers, while Dean averted his gaze.

Sam tried to catch his breath, turning to face his brother.

"Dude," he said breathlessly, "don't ever get taken in by a fucking vampire. They can get you to do anything."

end.