Can you write a nsfw fic about Sam getting jealous because someone's flirting with Mika? And he's being like possessive
Shout out to @seducemefanficsandheadcanons for helping me work through the motivation for this fic. I was really nervous about writing jealously but I finally found an angle that I really like. I hope you do too!
It just makes scents
A pushy patron at the bar sets Sam on edge. Can he cope with his emotions, or will his demonic nature take over?
Mika’s starting to regret begging the boys to go out tonight. She thought she’d enjoy the perks of being An Anderson for once. Going to an exclusive opening night party for the new bar in town sounded like fun.
She was wrong.
The place is packed full of exactly the kind of people who care about the fact that she’s An Anderson. They all seem to want her undivided attention. And her grandfather’s money.
A waifish girl totters up to Mika, obviously struggling with too-tall heels. Mika plasters on a smile while the girl talks at her. Mika’s eyes flick towards the bar, wondering if it’s worth it to try and close her tab or if she should just pick up her card in the morning.
“Oh my Gawd!”, the girl interrupts Mika’s train of thought, “I’m being SO rude! Let me buy you a drink!”
“Oh! Umm—” before she can find a way to politely decline Mika finds a glass thrust into her hands.
“Wow, that was impressively fast!”
The girl is suddenly draped around her neck, “I know. I’m very attentive~”
Mika flushes furiously, completely caught off-guard at the sudden proximity.
“Oh, these heels are absolutely killing me, babe~” Her entire body pushes against Mika, who freezes in place. “Why don’t we—"
“That’s enough.” Sam’s voice has a sharp edge to it as he walks up to the girl pretending to be Mika’s newest accessory.
“Fuck off! She’s still nursing my drink!”
Her entitled tone breaks Mika’s last shred of patience. She slams her untouched glass on the table and opens her mouth to retort, “Actually—”
She’s cut off by the girl shoving her face directly in front of her, “No! I bought you a drink, so you owe me!”
The girl is on the ground before Mika can even blink.
Sam is standing over her, glaring. “We’re done here.”
It’s not a question but Mika nods anyway. Sam practically drags her out the back door as James and Erik swoop into the scene he caused.
Once they’re in the quiet alleyway Mika can hear a dangerous rumbling coming from Sam’s chest. He rips his jacket off and holds it out to her.
“Nah, I’m still too warm from—” Mika hesitates when Sam looks wounded at her words. She clicks her mouth shut and shoves her arms in the sleeves.
Sam exhales loudly. Mika recognizes his technique for controlling his rage. He still seems close to boiling over, but after three long breaths he’s managed to stop growling.
Damien and Matthew burst through the back door, bringing a sudden blast of noise from the bar with them.
“So what bullshit did you—” Matthew’s words die mid-sentence at twin glares from Sam and Damien. He elects to kick at some pebbles with his shoe instead.
Another burst of noise signals James and Erik’s arrival.
“You’re lucky that girl suffered only a bruised ego, Sam.”
Sam shoots James a glare and the older brother sighs wearily up at the night sky.
“I’ve called for a car. They should be here any minute.” Erik provides before the group slips into an uncomfortable silence.
When the car finally pulls up James takes his customary seat next to the driver. Erik sits in the second row, but Sam pushes Matthew into his seat behind James. Damien’s already in the far left of the back bench seat and scooches further over to make room for Sam’s wide shoulders.
Mika’s pinned between the right window and Sam, vividly remembering when Sam insisted that only the ‘shrimps’ were small enough to fit in the third row. She follows the other’s example and elects to keep her mouth shut about the sudden change in car seat pecking order.
Finally back home, the rest of the brothers are quick to say good night and flee to their rooms.
Mika’s worried about Sam. His face is all scrunched up and his fists keep clenching and unclenching violently. She wraps her arms around her incubus and smiles up at him.
Sam snarls, then grimaces. His eyes dart to the floor as he tries to pull away.
Mika’s insides twist, “Sam! I—I don’t know what to do.” Hot tears sting her eyes and threaten to spill over, “I fucked up. We should never have gone. I’m so—”
Mika’s apology is cut off by Sam’s lips on hers, sudden but gentle and chaste.
Sam takes a shaky breath as he pulls away, “No!” The word echoes in the entryway. Much more quietly he adds, “…fuck. I didn’t mean to—”
He takes a deep breath and runs a hand roughly through his hair. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
Mika takes in his earnest gaze for a second, “then what’s with all the…” She imitates his face to finish her question, her top lip pulled up into a tooth-bearing snarl.
Sam is finally able to relax his face as he huffs a tiny laugh. He smooths Mika’s wrinkled nose with his index finger. “It’s just—You still smell like her.” He grimaces at the final word and looks up at the ceiling. Mika doesn’t need to see auras to sense the frustration and embarrassment coming off the incubus in waves as he mumbles under his breath, “and I can’t seem to fucking handle it right now.”
Details from the encounter come flooding back. How she arrived in a cloud of perfume, how her slightly slurred speech had caused her to spit when she talked, how handsy she had become. Now that she thought about it Mika felt grimy. “Ugh yeah, I bet we’ll both feel better after I take a shower.”
Sam’s shoulders lower a fraction and he’s able to meet Mika’s eyes again. She wiggles an arm out of his jacket but is forced to stop by Sam hugging her tightly to him.
“Sam!” She bats his arm playfully with the loose sleeve of the jacket, “I can’t wear this in the shower!”
“No”, Sam agrees, “…but I have a better idea.” His voice is pitched low, words almost a growl.
Mika can feel the rumbling from her place pinned to his chest. Sam lowers his face to hers, searching her eyes as his lips hover inches from hers. She closes her eyes and kisses him eagerly.
Sam’s kiss is aggressive. His tongue dominates her mouth relentlessly. His hands hold the sides of her face, guiding her jaw from one side of his, to the other, then back again.
They finally separate, a thin strand of saliva their only remaining connection. Mika holds Sam’s gaze as they both pant for air. Her tongue darts out of her open mouth and licks at the thread, causing it to break and plaster itself to her chin and neck. Sams eyes follow the movement, dark and dangerous with need.
Suddenly, Sam drags his tongue up her neck, licking a thick stripe all the way from her collarbone to her ear. Mika shivers. Goosebumps prickle all down that side of her body. Sam sucks her ear lobe into his mouth and Mika melts into him.
The incubus nudges her jaw with his nose and Mika wordlessly stretches her neck in the other direction. She pulls her hair to the side, exposing a long line of vulnerable flesh to him. Sam’s nose tickles her throat. She feels her pulse leap up to meet him.
He bites down. Hard.
Mika can only gasp as he sucks a bruise into her skin. Just as the pain begins to outweigh the pleasure, Sam turns the tides again, swirling his tongue along the tender flesh. Each circle stirs the energy in Mika’s core.
Sam detaches with a sharp pop. Mika immediately crashes her face into his. The kiss is all teeth and hot breath.
Mika bites at Sam’s lower lip, pulling it down with her as she breaks the kiss.
Gold flickers across green eyes and Sam’s intensity is subdued by the shadow of a question on his face.
“Upstairs. Now.” Mika answers the unspoken words with a short command tinged with desperation.
She pushes off of the floor to wrap her legs around Sam’s middle. Strong arms support her lower back and head as Sam’s kisses her as he obeys her order.
Mika suddenly finds herself breathless and laying in Sam’s bed. The incubus is kneeling over her, arms holding his face above her own. She watches Sam’s eyes as green is slowly overshadowed by gold, a warm buzz runs in ripples from her chest.
“Give me more, babe” Mika whines.
The full force of Sam’s enthrallment hits her like a tidal wave. For a moment all she can do is focus on his eyes, sharp and determined, to keep from drowning in it.
Then Sam is nipping his way along Mika’s jaw, each little bite earning him a small noise as Mika wiggles underneath him. He bites quickly just below her ear before running his tongue along her collarbone.
When his mouth reaches the strap of her dress he stops. She’s gently pulled to stand as her dress and his jacket are dragged off her shoulders and down her body.
Mika yanks Sam’s shirt over his head as he steps out of his jeans.
He trails sensual open-mouthed kisses from the base of her neck and over the swell of one breast.
Just as Sam’s face descends into her cleavage, he pops open the clasp in the back. Mika quickly tosses her bra to the floor.
Her head lolls backwards as teeth dig into the top of her breast, the sharp points of the demon’s canines send hot fire pooling between her legs.
His teeth drag lower, then bite cruelly at her nipple. Mika yelps then melts into a moan as Sam’s tongue flicks over the sensitive bud. Her fingers rake through his hair.
The other side gets the reverse treatment. Sam teases her nipple slowly until it’s stiff and sensitive then delivers a sharp bite that leaves Mika’s head spinning. She clings to the back of Sam’s skull like a lifeline.
Sam kneels down and licks a stripe onto the underside of her breast. His hands rub up her back as he kisses down her ribs, then laps maddingly slowly at her hipbone.
The heat between Mika’s thighs is becoming unbearable as his tongue inches ever closer to where she wants it most.
Sam finally reaches the top edge of her panties. His hands meander to her backside and slide the garment off her hips.
As her panties fall to the floor, Sam takes a deep inhale. Mika shudders.
His exhale sends hot air whispering across her clit. Mika swears under her breath.
The next thing she knows, Mika’s lying in the bed again. Sam’s kneeling between her legs sucking bruises into her inner thigh. Each sting draws another unbidden whimper from Mika’s mouth.
“Please please please please” she whispers, willing the demon’s mouth closer to her core where hot spiraling energy threatens to overwhelm her senses.
Finally, Sam runs his tongue up her slit to the bundle of nerves throbbing for his touch.
Mika and Sam groan in unison.
Suddenly, Sam’s head is buried between her legs. He laps at her clit like he’s starving for her juices, then switches to pushing his tongue inside her.
Mika keens. Her back arches off the bed as she pulls Sam impossibly closer to her.
He moves back to her clit and Mika bucks her hips into his face. She’s biting her lip as she grinds against him. The only thought in her mind is to chase her rapidly approaching peak.
Mika is suspended in ecstasy for several long moments. Her breath comes in ragged gasps.
The world is suddenly too bright. Mika lets out a high-pitched gasp as pleasure floods her body.
She relaxes as the sensation drains from her core down to where Sam’s tongue works in slow circles.
But Sam doesn’t stop. Mika writhes but Sam’s hands fly up to pin her to the bed. She whips her head to the side, chest heaving as she drowns in delicious, torturous, sensation. Her head thrashes to the other side as she struggles to fill her lungs.
A sharp suck causes Mika to scream as she is overcome by waves of pleasure once again.
Sam looks up at her as he licks his lips, eyes still intense with desire. Mika shudders under his stare. He stands between her legs and drags his hot gaze up and down her body.
Her eyes flick down, following the movement of his hand as he strokes himself.
“You’re mine Mika”, he growls, and Mika feels something flutter in her chest.
“Yes”, she breathes.
Sam’s hand moves faster, his jaw clenched tight. A few moments later hot cum lands on Mika’s chest and stomach.
The incubus collapses on the bed next to her. Mika manages to fight the jello feeling I her arms to trace her nails up and down his back as he breathes heavily into her neck.
After a few minutes the sticky sensation makes Mika squirm. She shifts to get up, but is pulled back down by her sleepy demon.
“Stay” he murmurs into her throat, sending shivers down her spine.
She kisses the top of his head, “I will. I just need to clean up—”
Sam moves to kneel over her, lightning quick. Before she can protest, he lowers his head to her chest and licks at the mess there. Mika squirms and squeaks, but Sam gently holds her down as he carefully licks her clean.
Mika’s entire body blushes bright red by the time he finishes and flops down next to her again. “Wha—?"
“You finally smell right” Is the only answer she gets before Sam pulls her in to spoon her from behind and falls asleep.
Mika sighs and melts into him, content to be in his arms.
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Bonus fluff!
Mika awakens to bright light streaming in an open window. She doesn’t remember leaving her blinds open.
Hot breath tickles the hairs at the back of her neck. Sam. She smiles and opens her eyes.
She’s in Sam’s room. Slightly unusual.
She’s naked. A hand cups her breast, and she can feel Sam pressed against her back and butt. That’s to be expected.
Mika stretches. Her entire body feels cramped and sore. She lets out a low hiss.
Sam stirs awake behind her, briefly holding her tightly before stretching himself.
“G’mornin’” the half-spoken words send a shiver down Mika’s spine.
She turns to plant a tender kiss on Sam’s cheek. Before she can open her mouth to respond her stomach lets out a loud gurgle.
Mika blushes as Sam laughs, “I’ll go see about breakfast”
Sam kisses the top of her head then ruffles her hair. Before she knows it, he’s slipping out the door.
Mika sits up and glances around the room. She eyes her clothes from the night before disdainfully. The dress is in a wrinkled heap and her underwear is in a sorry state from last night’s arousal.
She digs shorts and a T-shirt from the drawer Sam left ajar and slips into them.
Mika’s bare feet slap against the stone floor as she trots down the stairs in search of food.
“Sam, I thought I told you to—” James’ shout dies in his throat as Mika pokes her head into the kitchen. James’ mouth shuts with an audible snap.
“Whoa!” Comes Matthew’s voice from behind his brother. “He really did a number on you!”
Mika feels her face heat as she turns and rushes to the bathroom, nearly running over Erik as he makes his way to the kitchen.
She locks the bathroom door behind her and turns to the mirror. She gasps as she takes in the bright purple blotches on her neck, chin, and chest. She delicately pokes a finger into the largest one at the side of her throat and winces.
A timid knock at the door startles her. “Mika?” Sam’s voice is soft and laced with worry.
She stifles a sigh and exits the bathroom.
It’s Sam’s turn to wince when he sees his handiwork, “I guess I got a little carried away…” he starts. Mika holds up a hand and Sam stops talking.
“It’s not…bad. Just…a lot” she manages.
Sam opens his arms in invitation and Mika gratefully falls into him. “I love you, you know?” he kisses into her hair.
Mika grins, “yeah, I do.”
They’re allowed to kiss tenderly for a brief moment before Damien’s excited whooping can be heard from the dining room.
Sam holds up a middle finger in the general direction without breaking the kiss. Mika smiles into his lips and parrots the motion.
Soon the first floor is flooded with laughter.
