Kink Bingo - Orgasm Denial/Control
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setos_puppyTitle: A Thing
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Gabriel/girl!Sam
Rating: Mature
Warning: Sex, masturbation, genderswap
Summary: Sam wakes up in a new body needy and unable to get off
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Kripke et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Orgasm Denial/Control prompt.
Word Count: 2131
Sam yawned as he slid out of bed, stretching and scratching his fingers through his disheveled hair. The place that he and Dean had found just off a back road in a small town in Shamokin, Pennsylvania. They were after what seemed to be a simple salt and burn poltergeist, but it had been almost three in the morning when they rolled into town and Sam was almost sleeping on his feet. They had found the only place open, this humble little bed and breakfast and managed to get two rooms care of Paul Stanley for under two hundred for the night, including a breakfast buffet. Which, to the Winchesters, was like giving them free money and telling them to run. Sam had been initially suspicious but with Hell safely sealed off and Heaven picking up the pieces, he just figured it was small town hospitality.
Flicking on the light to the bathroom, Sam stumbled in, scrubbing his hands over his eyes and cursing the demon that had thrown him down a set of stairs and then the seven hour Impala ride for his aching muscles and creaking bones. Turning the tap water to hot, Sam splashed some of it over his face and straightened as he patted his face dry. Letting the towel drop, Sam swallowed thickly and peered at the face in the mirror.
No...
This had to be some kind of a sick joke, or a dream, or something! Anything!
The face staring back at him was recognizably his own, but softer and rounder, with less edge. His hair was fuller and more shiny and vibrant and with a simple squish and poke to his chest - yep, those were boobs. He was a mother fucking girl.
Great. Just great.
Fighting off the urge to run and find Dean, Sam just moaned. Dean would point and laugh and that would be the last thing he wanted.
Why the fuck did the universe hate him so much.
He was dirty. He was sore. And he had a vagina.
Huffing a sigh, Sam exited the bathroom and crossed to the door, sticking on the do not disturb sign and locking the door before pulling a chair under the knob just to be secure. With that done Sam headed back into the bathroom and shut the door, he stripped down and jumped into the shower.
After showering awkwardly and staring at the wall and thinking of England, Sam stood in front of the bathroom mirror. A towel was wrapped around his - her - no, his - hair in a way he remembered Jess doing and a second was wrapped around his body. He turned every which way in front of the mirror, examining himself, before slowly peeling the towel open and staring at his reflection before clamping it around himself.
This had to be a nightmare.
Walking out of the bathroom after tossing the stupid towel off his head Sam curled under the covers and pulled them over his head. Tossing the covers off and opening his eyes, Sam looked back down at himself and groaned. Why him?
Flopping down, Sam stared up at the ceiling. Then glared at it. Not only was he a girl. And sore. (But no longer dirty). He was also horny.
This was not happening!
Tossing over onto his stomach, Sam laid spread eagle, face mashed into a pillow, and pushed everything out of his mind. He could control his libido. He just had to think of something unsexy. Like Dean eating his way through five hamburgers, or Ruby, or Castiel. Actually... Castiel was kind of hot...
No!
He was not. Because Sam could control his libido.
Sam rolled onto his back and looked back up at the ceiling. Might as well get this over with and pretend it never happened.
Pushing himself back against the headboard after making sure he had ample pillow support Sam threw off the towel and stared down at his body. Twisting his face up in confusion he tried to remember what he had done with Ruby, or better yet, Jess, that made them go so wild.
Letting his head fall back against the headboard with a thump, Sam slowly rose his left hand to cup one of his new breasts and massaged slowly, letting the pad of his thumb flick over the nipple. Oh! Letting out a rushed breath, Sam’s right hand journeyed down his body and slowly two fingers parted his slit and pushed in. He whined at the feeling of slickness and pressed into his slowly probing fingers.
Slowly Sam sunk into a rhythm that worked real well. Pushing and wriggling his fingers in and out while rubbing against his clit. Jesus, it was like being on fire. The quick build and burn. The slick heat... It was like a swell and as it got larger and larger his breathing got shallower and shallower and everything started to tilt sideways.
He was gonna...
Sam whined and his head hit the pillows, hips shoving greedily towards his fingers as he let out a hollow, shaky moan. He couldn’t come! It was like every awesome button inside had shut down and he was back to square one.
Panting and flushed Sam lay there, feeling like he just had the biggest cock block shoved onto him. Minus the cock. Letting out a frustrated cry, Sam pushed up and spread his legs, trying again. It didn’t take long for the build-up and soon enough the ache was there, coiled tight in his belly. He heard himself cursing and pleading under his breath as he got closed and closer to coming before...
Nothing.
Letting out a frustrated scream Sam flopped onto the bed, slowly dragging his fingers out with a slick noise and a shudder from oversensitive burn.
Pulling the covers over his head, Sam rolled onto his stomach and tried to ignore the needy ache that for some reason or another he couldn’t quell. Even as he laid there, Sam realized he was pushing his hips in greedy shoves against the bed, trying to gain any kind of friction to get off.
But every time he got close it was like someone had plunged him into frigid water.
“Need some help, Sammy?”
With a girlish yelp that he would later decline ever making Sam whirled to try and find the voice and flung himself off the bed and onto the floor while still tangled in a mess of blankets and sheets and staring right into the smug face of Gabriel.
Sam scowled. This whole thing reeked of Gabriel. “What...” Sam started slowly, picking himself up off the floor with what little dignity he had left. “Did you do?”
“Oh nothing really. A little bit of a gender whammy and a little bit of a nasty little libido enhancer. It’s nice, don’t you think?” Sam picked up a pillow and smacked Gabriel on the side of the head as hard as he could. Gabriel just slid another jujubee in his mouth and chewed. “You don’t like it?”
“I’m stuck in a girl’s body and I can’t come no matter how hard I try, why the hell would I like it?”
“Oh that, that was me. I love seeing you squirm.”
Sam gaped at Gabriel. Sick fucking Archangel of the Lord that he was. It wasn’t that they had a thing. Because they didn’t. They only had sex twice. And that time when he was drunk. And that one other time. But it wasn’t a thing!
“I’m not having sex with you, Gabriel. You’re... You’re evil.”
“I’m an Archangel, how can I be evil?” Sam gave him a pointed look. One that clearly read ‘I knew an evil Archangel once, his name was Lucifer’. Gabriel huffed and finished his last candy. “Come on. You’re hot and bothered and I’m here, happily offering my services to you!”
“No.” Sam sat next to the Archangel and crossed his arms and legs and glared at the wall.
“God, you’re such a bitch. It’s so hot.”
Sam stole a glance at Gabriel out of the corner of his eye. He had moved off the bed to shrug off his coat and toss it over a chair and then sat back down. Sam glared at the wall.
“Come on.”
“No.”
“Just a little -”
“No!”
To prove his point Sam shoved back on the bed and kicked Gabriel hard in the shoulder. Only, he wasn’t counting on Gabriel grabbing hold of his ankle, yanking him so he was splayed out on the bed and licking and biting his ankle. It felt good. Really good.
“Okay. Fine.”
Gabriel smirked and Sam wondered if this he ever had a fighting chance in the first place.
Gabriel tossed off the covers concealing him and his eyes darkened considerably at the sight of a wanton Sam Winchester. Tugging off his shirt to somewhat even the score Gabriel crawled over Sam and pressed soft kisses up his now flat, smooth torso, up between his breasts and captured his panting mouth.
Sam hooked an arm round Gabriel’s neck and roughly canted up his hips when Gabriel worked two fingers inside his aching pussy and rubbed his thumb against Sam’s clit. Whining against Gabriel’s mouth Sam pulled away and bucked his hips with a lewd, needy mewl.
“You’re so pretty when you squirm, Sam,” Gabriel breathed against his shoulder as he scissored his fingers on the instroke and pushed in a third, making Sam’s thighs tremble. Gabriel hissed against him, biting his neck and pushing his fingers in greedily over and over. “Squirm for me, Sammy.”
“Oh, Gabriel, I’m - I - Fuck!” Sam pushed his hips up, shuddering - almost, almost - only to let out a pitiful whine when Gabriel slid his fingers free, leaving him aching and empty. “Gabriel!”
Gabriel hummed and sucked his fingers into his mouth, peering down at Sam who glowered up at him. Smiling, Gabriel slid his fingers free with a wet sucking noise. “I told you, I like to see you squirm.”
“Gabriel, if you do not shut the fucking fuck up right now and fuck me I am going to find holy oil and make you pay!”
Chuckling, Gabriel tilted his head and mused on Sam’s threat before nodding. Sam growled and reared up, all but tackling Gabriel to the bed and ripping his clothes off. Sam paused a moment, peering down at Gabriel. “Do we need anything?”
“Hmm? Like chocolate sauce?”
“Like a condom.”
“Oh. No.”
Sam gave a shallow nod and braced his hands on Gabriel’s chest before pressing down onto him and shuddering. “Holy...” Sam’s head lolled back as he adjusted to the feeling which was so much more, and much bigger than his fingers. “Oh my --”
“Don’t blaspheme.”
Sam rolled his hips before falling like liquid against Gabriel, whining. Gabriel hushed him and rolled them over, slowly beginning to move with slow, shallow thrusts. After a few beats Gabriel picked up his pace and wrapped Sam’s long legs around his waist, sucking two fingers into his mouth before sliding it between them and rubbing against Sam’s clit. Within seconds Sam broke, head falling back and screaming as his hips involuntarily shoved up for more as he rode out his orgasm.
Grunting, Gabriel buried his face in Sam’s neck and kept thrusting. Sam panted, hands working into Gabriel’s hair and pulling him up for a kiss, mouths meshing wet and messy. When they pulled back, Sam latched his mouth onto Gabriel’s neck and sucked. Gabriel paused in thrusting, taking hold of Sam’s hips and angling them before resuming deep and hard.
Sam tore his mouth from the join of Gabriel’s neck and shoulder, his body convulsing. “What the--”
“Knew it. That, Sammy, is a G-spot.”
“Shit! Fuck! Fuck!” Sam shuddered against Gabriel as he moved precisely with each thrust to hit it. “Oh... I’m Gabriel...”
Teeth clamped down hard on Gabriel’s shoulder as Sam jerked in his arms, coming so hard he started sobbing. After half a dozen thrusts Gabriel came and rolled off of Sam, pressing against his side and stroking up his thigh to press up and into him with his fingers where he was still wet and messy and slick. Sam whined and pushed at Gabriel’s hand, pressing his legs together with a mewl.
“Don’t...”
Gabriel seemed to muse on the plea before nodding and settling to wrap his legs around one of Sam’s and stroked down Sam’s sides to let his body shift back to normal. Sam hissed and shuddered, mouth pressing lazy, loose kisses against Gabriel’s shoulder in appeasement of being back in his body. Yawning, Sam buried his nose in Gabriel’s hair as the Archangel pulled up the covers.
Maybe it was a thing.
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing/Characters: Gabriel/girl!Sam
Rating: Mature
Warning: Sex, masturbation, genderswap
Summary: Sam wakes up in a new body needy and unable to get off
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to Kripke et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Orgasm Denial/Control prompt. Word Count: 2131
Sam yawned as he slid out of bed, stretching and scratching his fingers through his disheveled hair. The place that he and Dean had found just off a back road in a small town in Shamokin, Pennsylvania. They were after what seemed to be a simple salt and burn poltergeist, but it had been almost three in the morning when they rolled into town and Sam was almost sleeping on his feet. They had found the only place open, this humble little bed and breakfast and managed to get two rooms care of Paul Stanley for under two hundred for the night, including a breakfast buffet. Which, to the Winchesters, was like giving them free money and telling them to run. Sam had been initially suspicious but with Hell safely sealed off and Heaven picking up the pieces, he just figured it was small town hospitality.
Flicking on the light to the bathroom, Sam stumbled in, scrubbing his hands over his eyes and cursing the demon that had thrown him down a set of stairs and then the seven hour Impala ride for his aching muscles and creaking bones. Turning the tap water to hot, Sam splashed some of it over his face and straightened as he patted his face dry. Letting the towel drop, Sam swallowed thickly and peered at the face in the mirror.
No...
This had to be some kind of a sick joke, or a dream, or something! Anything!
The face staring back at him was recognizably his own, but softer and rounder, with less edge. His hair was fuller and more shiny and vibrant and with a simple squish and poke to his chest - yep, those were boobs. He was a mother fucking girl.
Great. Just great.
Fighting off the urge to run and find Dean, Sam just moaned. Dean would point and laugh and that would be the last thing he wanted.
Why the fuck did the universe hate him so much.
He was dirty. He was sore. And he had a vagina.
Huffing a sigh, Sam exited the bathroom and crossed to the door, sticking on the do not disturb sign and locking the door before pulling a chair under the knob just to be secure. With that done Sam headed back into the bathroom and shut the door, he stripped down and jumped into the shower.
After showering awkwardly and staring at the wall and thinking of England, Sam stood in front of the bathroom mirror. A towel was wrapped around his - her - no, his - hair in a way he remembered Jess doing and a second was wrapped around his body. He turned every which way in front of the mirror, examining himself, before slowly peeling the towel open and staring at his reflection before clamping it around himself.
This had to be a nightmare.
Walking out of the bathroom after tossing the stupid towel off his head Sam curled under the covers and pulled them over his head. Tossing the covers off and opening his eyes, Sam looked back down at himself and groaned. Why him?
Flopping down, Sam stared up at the ceiling. Then glared at it. Not only was he a girl. And sore. (But no longer dirty). He was also horny.
This was not happening!
Tossing over onto his stomach, Sam laid spread eagle, face mashed into a pillow, and pushed everything out of his mind. He could control his libido. He just had to think of something unsexy. Like Dean eating his way through five hamburgers, or Ruby, or Castiel. Actually... Castiel was kind of hot...
No!
He was not. Because Sam could control his libido.
Sam rolled onto his back and looked back up at the ceiling. Might as well get this over with and pretend it never happened.
Pushing himself back against the headboard after making sure he had ample pillow support Sam threw off the towel and stared down at his body. Twisting his face up in confusion he tried to remember what he had done with Ruby, or better yet, Jess, that made them go so wild.
Letting his head fall back against the headboard with a thump, Sam slowly rose his left hand to cup one of his new breasts and massaged slowly, letting the pad of his thumb flick over the nipple. Oh! Letting out a rushed breath, Sam’s right hand journeyed down his body and slowly two fingers parted his slit and pushed in. He whined at the feeling of slickness and pressed into his slowly probing fingers.
Slowly Sam sunk into a rhythm that worked real well. Pushing and wriggling his fingers in and out while rubbing against his clit. Jesus, it was like being on fire. The quick build and burn. The slick heat... It was like a swell and as it got larger and larger his breathing got shallower and shallower and everything started to tilt sideways.
He was gonna...
Sam whined and his head hit the pillows, hips shoving greedily towards his fingers as he let out a hollow, shaky moan. He couldn’t come! It was like every awesome button inside had shut down and he was back to square one.
Panting and flushed Sam lay there, feeling like he just had the biggest cock block shoved onto him. Minus the cock. Letting out a frustrated cry, Sam pushed up and spread his legs, trying again. It didn’t take long for the build-up and soon enough the ache was there, coiled tight in his belly. He heard himself cursing and pleading under his breath as he got closed and closer to coming before...
Nothing.
Letting out a frustrated scream Sam flopped onto the bed, slowly dragging his fingers out with a slick noise and a shudder from oversensitive burn.
Pulling the covers over his head, Sam rolled onto his stomach and tried to ignore the needy ache that for some reason or another he couldn’t quell. Even as he laid there, Sam realized he was pushing his hips in greedy shoves against the bed, trying to gain any kind of friction to get off.
But every time he got close it was like someone had plunged him into frigid water.
“Need some help, Sammy?”
With a girlish yelp that he would later decline ever making Sam whirled to try and find the voice and flung himself off the bed and onto the floor while still tangled in a mess of blankets and sheets and staring right into the smug face of Gabriel.
Sam scowled. This whole thing reeked of Gabriel. “What...” Sam started slowly, picking himself up off the floor with what little dignity he had left. “Did you do?”
“Oh nothing really. A little bit of a gender whammy and a little bit of a nasty little libido enhancer. It’s nice, don’t you think?” Sam picked up a pillow and smacked Gabriel on the side of the head as hard as he could. Gabriel just slid another jujubee in his mouth and chewed. “You don’t like it?”
“I’m stuck in a girl’s body and I can’t come no matter how hard I try, why the hell would I like it?”
“Oh that, that was me. I love seeing you squirm.”
Sam gaped at Gabriel. Sick fucking Archangel of the Lord that he was. It wasn’t that they had a thing. Because they didn’t. They only had sex twice. And that time when he was drunk. And that one other time. But it wasn’t a thing!
“I’m not having sex with you, Gabriel. You’re... You’re evil.”
“I’m an Archangel, how can I be evil?” Sam gave him a pointed look. One that clearly read ‘I knew an evil Archangel once, his name was Lucifer’. Gabriel huffed and finished his last candy. “Come on. You’re hot and bothered and I’m here, happily offering my services to you!”
“No.” Sam sat next to the Archangel and crossed his arms and legs and glared at the wall.
“God, you’re such a bitch. It’s so hot.”
Sam stole a glance at Gabriel out of the corner of his eye. He had moved off the bed to shrug off his coat and toss it over a chair and then sat back down. Sam glared at the wall.
“Come on.”
“No.”
“Just a little -”
“No!”
To prove his point Sam shoved back on the bed and kicked Gabriel hard in the shoulder. Only, he wasn’t counting on Gabriel grabbing hold of his ankle, yanking him so he was splayed out on the bed and licking and biting his ankle. It felt good. Really good.
“Okay. Fine.”
Gabriel smirked and Sam wondered if this he ever had a fighting chance in the first place.
Gabriel tossed off the covers concealing him and his eyes darkened considerably at the sight of a wanton Sam Winchester. Tugging off his shirt to somewhat even the score Gabriel crawled over Sam and pressed soft kisses up his now flat, smooth torso, up between his breasts and captured his panting mouth.
Sam hooked an arm round Gabriel’s neck and roughly canted up his hips when Gabriel worked two fingers inside his aching pussy and rubbed his thumb against Sam’s clit. Whining against Gabriel’s mouth Sam pulled away and bucked his hips with a lewd, needy mewl.
“You’re so pretty when you squirm, Sam,” Gabriel breathed against his shoulder as he scissored his fingers on the instroke and pushed in a third, making Sam’s thighs tremble. Gabriel hissed against him, biting his neck and pushing his fingers in greedily over and over. “Squirm for me, Sammy.”
“Oh, Gabriel, I’m - I - Fuck!” Sam pushed his hips up, shuddering - almost, almost - only to let out a pitiful whine when Gabriel slid his fingers free, leaving him aching and empty. “Gabriel!”
Gabriel hummed and sucked his fingers into his mouth, peering down at Sam who glowered up at him. Smiling, Gabriel slid his fingers free with a wet sucking noise. “I told you, I like to see you squirm.”
“Gabriel, if you do not shut the fucking fuck up right now and fuck me I am going to find holy oil and make you pay!”
Chuckling, Gabriel tilted his head and mused on Sam’s threat before nodding. Sam growled and reared up, all but tackling Gabriel to the bed and ripping his clothes off. Sam paused a moment, peering down at Gabriel. “Do we need anything?”
“Hmm? Like chocolate sauce?”
“Like a condom.”
“Oh. No.”
Sam gave a shallow nod and braced his hands on Gabriel’s chest before pressing down onto him and shuddering. “Holy...” Sam’s head lolled back as he adjusted to the feeling which was so much more, and much bigger than his fingers. “Oh my --”
“Don’t blaspheme.”
Sam rolled his hips before falling like liquid against Gabriel, whining. Gabriel hushed him and rolled them over, slowly beginning to move with slow, shallow thrusts. After a few beats Gabriel picked up his pace and wrapped Sam’s long legs around his waist, sucking two fingers into his mouth before sliding it between them and rubbing against Sam’s clit. Within seconds Sam broke, head falling back and screaming as his hips involuntarily shoved up for more as he rode out his orgasm.
Grunting, Gabriel buried his face in Sam’s neck and kept thrusting. Sam panted, hands working into Gabriel’s hair and pulling him up for a kiss, mouths meshing wet and messy. When they pulled back, Sam latched his mouth onto Gabriel’s neck and sucked. Gabriel paused in thrusting, taking hold of Sam’s hips and angling them before resuming deep and hard.
Sam tore his mouth from the join of Gabriel’s neck and shoulder, his body convulsing. “What the--”
“Knew it. That, Sammy, is a G-spot.”
“Shit! Fuck! Fuck!” Sam shuddered against Gabriel as he moved precisely with each thrust to hit it. “Oh... I’m Gabriel...”
Teeth clamped down hard on Gabriel’s shoulder as Sam jerked in his arms, coming so hard he started sobbing. After half a dozen thrusts Gabriel came and rolled off of Sam, pressing against his side and stroking up his thigh to press up and into him with his fingers where he was still wet and messy and slick. Sam whined and pushed at Gabriel’s hand, pressing his legs together with a mewl.
“Don’t...”
Gabriel seemed to muse on the plea before nodding and settling to wrap his legs around one of Sam’s and stroked down Sam’s sides to let his body shift back to normal. Sam hissed and shuddered, mouth pressing lazy, loose kisses against Gabriel’s shoulder in appeasement of being back in his body. Yawning, Sam buried his nose in Gabriel’s hair as the Archangel pulled up the covers.
Maybe it was a thing.
