#i still stand by what i said tho and will continue putting dean in tiny outfits as long as i have breath

[limbel]

saw @werepires prompt of drawing your fave in your current clothes and ofc i had to put Dean in my tiny outfit because this is what lifes about am i right

[fangirlxwritesx67]

Yes Please (bratty sub!Rowena x dom!Sam)

Tags: 18+, smut, sex, consensual tying up, handcuffs, blindfold, oral sex

"Rowena," said Sam Winchester. The little witch didn't give any sign that she had heard him.

"Rowena," he repeated, leaning across the table. "Look at me when I talk to you." She still didn't look up from the book she was holding, so Sam finally reached over with one long arm and tipped the book down.

"Oh," said Rowena, fluttering her thick lashes and raising her green eyes to his, "Were you talking to me now?"

Sam sat back, shaking his head, his dark chestnut hair brushing his face. There was no way she hadn't heard him but- goddess- when she said "now," her perfectly glossed lips formed this shape that drove all other thoughts from his mind.

Rowena tossed her head, wayward red curls trailing from her coiled updo, and went back to her book. Sam couldn't tear his hazel eyes away from her- the way her neck arced and her eyes flicked from side to side across the page. She bit her lip mindlessly as she read. Sam's mind flooded with the memory of what her mouth tasted like- dark, sweet and spicy.

...

Sam and Rowena were alone in the bunker, working on research for a case while Dean and the others were out chasing leads. Normally, they worked well as a team, playing off one anothers strengths in arcane knowledge and obscure lore. But today, she was driving him crazy. Earlier today, she had gotten up for a drink of water, so Sam asked her to bring him one too. She did, but setting it down, she managed to spill it- avoiding all the priceless rare books but drenching his lap. Then, she was chatting a mile a minute when he was trying to study and concentrate- but when he needed to discuss his findings, she was completely absorbed in her reading. It was almost, thought Sam, as if she was teasing him, trying to make him angry.

...

Sam tried to clear his head and go back to studying but it was impossible while Rowena was still in his line of vision. Even tho she seemed completely focused on her book, she shifted every so often, the movement just enough to distract him. First she tapped her long polished nails on the table. She stretched a little in her chair. She wound one slim finger in a curl next to the collar of her white shirt. Then she licked her finger to turn a page, giving Sam just a tiny peek of her soft tongue between her lips.

"Gods, woman," he sighed, unable to resist any longer, "what are you doing?"

Rowena looked at him, her eyes wide and innocent. "Why Samuel," she said, "whatever do you mean? I'm reading."

Sam ran his fingers thru his long brown hair. "You know exactly what you're doing, you little witch," his voice was husky, "now stop it."

An evil gleam flashed in Rowena's green cat eyes. "Make me," she purred.

Sam bounded around the table and put his big hands on Rowena's shoulders, spinning her chair to face him. "You want me to make you?" he growled.

Rowena giggled, "Oh Sam, yes please." In one lithe motion she slipped up out of the chair and kissed him, quick and hard. Sam grabbed the back of her neck, tangling his long fingers in her dark red hair, and pulled her back down into the chair.

"Rowena," he commanded, "you haven't listened to me all day. But you are going to listen to me now, aren't you?"

"Am I?" she asked, daringly.

Sam pulled her hair, yanking her head back to reveal her smooth white throat. Sam's handsome jaw was set, and he spoke thru clenched teeth "I am going to make you listen."

"Yes, please," Rowena whispered breathlessly.

Without letting go of Rowena's head, Sam walked around behind her. With one hand, he undid his belt and pulled it out of his jeans. He slid the other hand down Rowena's neck to her shoulder and down her arm. Capturing both of her hands, he laced the belt around her wrists and the slats of the chair.

Sam walked around to stand in front of Rowena again. She shifted and pulled her arms, testing his work, but the belt held. At the sight of her, tied up and squirming in front of him, Sam smiled wickedly.

"Now, Rowena," he said, "You have been annoying me all day. It's time for you to be punished."

...

Sam stroked Rowena's cheek, his big hand covering half her face, and she leaned into his touch. He lowered his lips to hers, but just as they met, he wrenched away. Rowena sighed.

He trailed his fingers down her neck and across the sharp relief of her collarbones. Then he reached still lower, into the neckline of her white shirt.

"Rowena," Sam asked with a tilt of his head, "do you like this shirt?" She nodded. "Too bad," he growled as he ripped the front open.

Rowena gasped, "Sam! That was vintage!"

"So is this," Sam shoved his hand suddenly between Rowena's legs, "but you don't see me complaining." Rowena raised her hips eagerly to meet his touch but he pulled his hand away quickly. "Wow," he teased, "wet already. You little slut!"

"I'll be a slut for you, Sam Winchester," she cooed, "I'll do anything you want."

"Anything?" Sam raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Anything to get your big throbbing cock inside my tight little pussy, " she answered.

"Such dirty words from such pretty lips," Sam shook his head as he unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. "I think I'm going to have to wash your mouth out with my cock."

Straddling Rowena with his long legs, he was at the perfect height. He waited for her to lower her head and take him in her mouth eagerly. He thrust his hips forward, and she choked. He let her find a rhythm and then tilted her head so he could see her sweet lips wrapped around his cock. This was exactly what he had been waiting for all day.

Sam could've lasted a long time but he had other plans for Rowena, so he sank into the feeling of her warm mouth. His breath quickened as she picked up her pace. Finally he pulled away, braced his hands on the chair, and came on the curve of her neck.

"Gods, Rowena," he moaned, letting his eyes flutter closed for just a moment.

Rowena giggled saucily, and Sam drew himself upright. "Oh," he said smirking down at her, "You think now that you've pleased me, I'm done punishing you?" Rowena nodded and licked her swollen pink lips. Sam shook his head, his long hair curling against his neck.

"I'm not nearly done with you, Ro. But first-"Sam reached down and lifted her hips with one hand. Finding the zipper to her skirt, he undid it and slipped it down over her thighs and off her legs.

...

Sam looked down and chuckled.

"Oh you naughty little witch," he shook his head again, "you're actually wearing a garter belt and stockings? This is like one of my fantasys."

Rowena fluttered her eyelashes at him. "I hope so," she cooed.

Sam knelt down between her knees and lowered his face to her thighs. Carefully, using only his mouth, he released one of the buckles holding up her stockings. Rowena moaned and pressed her hips forwards. Heat radiated from between her legs. Sam pushed her back with one hand. Splaying his fingers against her lace panties, he held her in place. As he continued to work his way around her thighs with his mouth, Rowena started to beg.

"Please, Sam, please."

Sam looked up at her, tossing back his thick dark hair. "I don't think you've learned your lesson. I think the minute I let you go, you'll be right back to tormenting me." Rowena stared back defiantly. Without taking his eyes off hers, Sam slipped his thumb under her panties and stroked her smooth folds. She shuddered. As he pulled off one stocking and went to work on the other, he continued to finger Rowena. Once both her shapely legs were bare, he looked up at her. She was breathing hard. He reached between her thighs with his other hand and slid two fingers into her. She bucked against his touch and bit her full lower lip. Goddess, she was hot and wet. Sam watched as a flush of arousal spread up her chest- and he pulled both hands away. Rowena moaned.

"You think it's that easy?" he asked her teasingly. "You think I'm just going to give you what you want?" Sam stood back and looked down at her. Her chest was heaving, her sweet pale breasts rising with each breath. Sweat curled her dark red hair against her neck.

"Please," Rowena breathed.

A wicked grin curved Sam's lips, and his dimples popped in his cheeks. He loved her like this, helpless and begging. "Oh no. You've been a naughty little slut and I'm not nearly done teaching you a lesson."

...

Sam leaned over Rowena and placed his big warm hands on her shoulders, sliding them down and behind her to where her wrists were fastened together to the chair. She moaned and arched towards him, trying to get a kiss.

"Hold still," Sam commanded, keeping his face out of reach until he had unbuckled his belt. He lowered his mouth to hers. Rowena leaned into the kiss for just a moment, and then slipped out of his grasp.

"Damn you, woman" Sam shouted. He had forgotten for just one second how quick and flexible her dancer's body was. She skipped halfway up the stairs before pausing to look back at him. Red curls trailed down her narrow back, over her bra, towards her tiny waist. Her high round ass curved out under her lacy panties. Sam paused for just one moment to grab something and then lept after her. In a few long-legged bounds, he caught up to her at the top of the stairs. He grabbed her wrist and spun her back to face him.

"Rowena, you witch!" She threw back her head and laughed, musical notes ringing off the walls. "Do you want me to punish you?"

Rowena lowered her chin and looked at him thru her lashes, her green eyes sparkling. "Yes please," she cooed, "punish me please, Sam."

Sam slipped his arms around Rowena, pulling her close so that he could kiss her, long and hard. Rowena moaned against his mouth. Sam took advantage of the moment to slip his tongue between her lips. Rowena sighed and melted into his embrace.

Wrapping her tightly in his arms, Sam slipped to his knees and then down to the floor, pulling her with him. Rowena slipped her little hands up his high cheekbones and into his long hair. Like a snake, Sam grabbed her. Next thing Rowena knew, he had yanked her hands up to the iron railing. She felt handcuffs click around her wrists.

"Oh Sam!" she cried.

"Let me see you get away from me now," Sam snarled. "And because you tried, I'm going to punish you some more."

He sat back on his heels and pulled off his plaid shirt and his t-shirt. Rowena took in the sight of him, tan and toned.

"Enjoying the view?" he teased. He folded up his shirts and placed them under Rowena's head, almost tenderly. Then he pulled plaid sleeves up and tied them over her eyes. Rowena gasped.

...

Blindfolded and handcuffed to the railing, she couldn't see or touch Sam. All she could do was wait for him. Finally he slipped his hands into her bra. He cupped her pale soft breasts in two warm hands. Lowering his face, he licked and sucked her pink nipples. She moaned and writhed under his attention.

Sam slid his hands down farther to her waist. She was so tiny that his long fingers almost circled her. His hands moved out, around the curve of her hips and then down around to cup her ass. Rowena ground down into his grasp. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled the lace down her slim legs and off her feet. Sam's hand grasped her right ankle and bent her knee back, back- goddess she was so flexible! Rowena waited, entirely at his mercy. She couldn't see, or move her hands, and with her legs held open like this- she was completely vulnerable. Sam could do absolutely anything with her- and still she waited. Her arousal rose with the anticipation.

Finally, she whimpered.

"Sam, please-" she could hear him move above her. In the next moment, he pressed his body between her legs. She gasped and raised her hips to meet his. He thrust into her, and then in one strong motion, buried himself in her hot tight depths. A scream escaped Rowena's lips. He was so thick and long, filling her all the way and stretching her to the point that it hurt- but hurt so good.

"That's right, Ro" murmured Sam, thrusting into her with every word, "take this, you little witch." Rowena's hips moved on their own, trying to ease away from the pain. Sam kept pounding into her, fucking her harder as she squirmed. Rowena breathed in gasping moans under the pressure of him- then she suddenly clamped her legs down on Sam and she was coming, hard and fast. A wild groan escaped her lips as she bucked against Sam. He paused to enjoy the feeling of her tightening around him as she cried out.

...

When Rowena finally drew in a long breath, Sam reached up and unclicked the cuffs around her wrists- they were trick cuffs all along. Blindly, she reached for him. He slid a warm hand thru her tangled red hair and undid her blindfold. Her green eyes met his, wet and hot with desire.

Sam started to move inside her again. Her eyes fluttered closed, long thick lashes sweeping her porcelain cheeks. He relished the look on her face as he fucked her slowly. Rowena curled into his warm body, her hands sliding up his shoulders and tangling together into his hair. She felt like her entire body was melting into hot liquid, circling closer and closer around a dangerous and enticing whirlpool. Her knees turned to water and her breath sped up to match the rythmn of Sam's hips. She pulled him closer, wanting all of him. Then she tumbled entirely into the whirlpool of pleasure. Her mouth dropped open and she arced her neck, pressing her breasts up against Sam. A wild, animal scream escaped her lips. Hearing her, Sam moaned and thrust harder. Waves of pleasure flooded up her thighs and down her stomach to meet between her legs, a wild tide of hot release. She bucked against Sam and screamed again, the sounds of her pleasure ringing against the walls. Sam moaned and let himself go, throbbing hot and hard deep inside her. Finally, he crumpled against her, completely spent.

...

Sam and Rowena lay on the hard marble floor, naked and sweaty, trying to catch their breath.

Sam cupped her face in one warm hand and ran a thumb along her lips.

"You sexy woman," he murmured, "I guess you won't be so naughty again."

"Oh really?" cooed Rowena, flashing her green eyes.

"If you do," promised Sam, "I'll have to punish you again."

"Oh, Sam," she purred, "Yes, please."

@marril96

If you like how I write Rowena, check some other FFs: Why Thank You (Sam x Rowena), You Naughty Boy (Sam x Rowena), In the Library (Gabriel x Rowena), When We Share (Sam x Rowena x Gabriel)