Supernatural: Please Leave Your Taste on My Tongue
Title: Please Leave Your Taste on My Tongue
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: girl!Sam/Dean, girl!Sam/OMC
Rating: NC-17 for Explicit Sexual Content (Menstrual Kink, Oral, Voyeurism, and Incest Kink), Utter Lack of Plot, and Language
Word Count: 2,349
Author’s Note: Happy birthday to my only fan, feathertofly. You are the most beautiful girl <333. Sorry that instead of writing you something full of my earnest love and devotion I wrote you some filthy kink. BUT YOU SAID YOU WANTED AND I SAID WAIT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY, SO. I'm not really sorry. >:D Hopefully I did not fail at making this hot. I love you, dollface. Title stolen from Joshua Radin's Paperweight. No beta because…you try finding someone to beta this. ETA 5/7/2013: Thanks to eos_rose, you can now read this in epub format here.
Summary: Sam has her period, and the only thing that makes her cramps feel better is getting off.
Here's what's bothering Dean: Sam is a good girl.
It's not that he thinks there's anything wrong with her doing whatever she wants to do with whoever she wants to do it with, Dean is certainly no one to judge. But Sam…well, it just isn't Sam's style. Sam's not the kind of girl that runs around with any guy who bats an eye at her. Except for the times that she is.
Dean's not jealous. Or, maybe he is, but he isn't noticing because he's jealous. He's noticing because it's not like his little sister. He's noticing because a stray hookup every now and then is one thing-Sam has needs, needs Dean can't take care of, no matter how much he wants to. But this is every night a different guy for three nights in a row, and they don't deserve her. They're not the kind of guys Sam goes for.
They're the kind of guys Dean was supposed to protect her from. Guys like him.
He should have knocked, really, especially with the way Sam's been this week. He should have known she wouldn't be alone and he'd be interrupting. He should have said something for the first minute instead of standing in the doorframe, listening to his sister moan. Watching her lie in bed with some guy's dick in her fist, stroking him.
Dean's eyes settle on the man's hands as they reach out for her breast, and if he touches her where Dean's never gotten to, it's going to take a lot of self-restraint not to shoot him. Sam makes a pleased sound as he cups her, shifts closer to him. It's not fair. Dean could do it better.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" the guy asks, and Dean's fingers curl into fists.
"Watch it, asshole," Sam mutters, but then she's kissing him again, letting him get away with it.
How could she let him get away with it?
Dean doesn't really think before he acts, so his pistol is clicking before he can think twice. "Yeah, watch it," he says.
Sam and the douche freeze on the bed. His eyes are trained on the gun, but Sam pulls the sheets up to cover her chest and then glares at Dean. "What the fuck?"
"Out," Dean barks.
The guy is already getting off the bed, one hand raised in the air in surrender, the other pulling his clothes up into a ball. "Look, man, I didn't know she was spoken for, okay? She came on to me."
"Out."
The man scuttles for the door without looking back.
Sam sighs and slumps into her pillow. "Goddammit, Dean. What the hell did you do that for?"
"He was," Dean gestures wildly, lost as to why she's asking him that question, "treating you like a-"
"Like a girl who came up to him in a bar and begged him for it?" Sam's expression doesn't waver. "That's what I was, Dean. And I can fucking handle myself."
"I know that. I just-"
"You're not the only person who's allowed to get laid. Jesus, Dean, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a guy who's up for-" She shakes her head, messy brown hair swinging wildly. "Never mind."
Dean can't imagine Sam has a very hard time find guys who are up for it, but he doesn't say as much. "He was an asshole," he says instead, sitting at the foot of her bed.
He can hear the smirk in her response. "I wasn't after his personality, Dean."
Dean's body goes tight when Sam puts a hand on his shoulder, and he tries not to look over or think about the fact that she's at least half naked as she settles next to him.
"What were you after, then? You don't have to put up with guys like that, Sammy."
Sam reaches out and brushes a hair off Dean's face. "Sometimes I do." She shrugs. "Trust me, you don't want the details, okay?"
"I do. I really want to know how that asshole was worth it. Because I saw what he was packing, and I'm not impressed."
"Because most random strangers aren't really looking to fuck a girl who'll bleed on them."
"You were gonna what?" Dean asks, turning to face Sam. "Sam, what happened?"
Sam rolls her eyes. "I have my period, okay? And I get really, really…when I have it..." She bites her lip. "My cramps hurt less when I'm turned on. And the sex is always better."
Dean swallows hard, tries to convince himself it's perfectly okay to be having this conversation with his sister. "But girls never wanna when they have it."
"Yeah, because guys think it's gross. But sometimes it really puts you in the mood, and usually that means dealing with some assholes to get off." She smiles. "It's worth it."
"I don't think it's gross," Dean says, wishing he could take it back when he sees Sam's mouth drop open. "If it's what you want. It's just something you have to put up with."
Sam's mouth shuts on a soft smile and she rests her head on Dean's shoulder. "Thanks, Dean. Too bad you're my brother," she jokes.
"Are you in pain? The cramps, I mean, you said…"
"It's nothing I can't live with," she says. "I'm sore as all hell, but I've been here before."
"I'm sorry, Sam. Didn't want you to be in pain just because I-"
"I know you meant well. Look, why don't I put some clothes on and we can go get dinner?"
Dean slips a hand onto her thigh. "Don't."
"Don't what?" Sam says through a nervous laugh, but Dean doesn't miss the way her legs shift under his hand. Just the slightest bit more open.
"Get dressed," he says. "I don't wanna go out."
Sam looks down at Dean's hand and nods slowly. "What do you want, then?"
"I wanna make you stop hurting."
Dean's fingers slide up, take the hand Sam still has holding up the sheet, and she lets go without any resistance. He pulls the fabric away, until Sam's bare-chested. Dean's been trying not to stare at her for years, and right now she's swollen, breasts even bigger than usual. Dean can't help wondering if that makes them more sensitive. If she'll cry even louder for him when he takes one in his mouth or rubs a thumb over her nipple.
"Dean," she says, just a short stab of breath leaving her. "Can I…you don't have to do this. I'm okay." She reaches out, feels the line of Dean's dick in his jeans. "But I want to see. If you don't-God, Dean, let me see your cock."
Dean's eyes are still fixed on her chest, but he reaches down, shifts until he's got his shaft in his hand, his jeans and boxers pushed down on his thighs. Sam is just as focused on him as he is on her.
"Fuck. I've been…" She looks up, meet Dean's eyes before leaning in close and whispering against his ear. "When I can't find anyone, I think of this. Of you. Your big, hard dick. Some days it gets me off just as much as if I do find a guy. Some days I come so hard thinking of you, I don’t hurt again."
Dean makes a strangled sound, and Sam takes his hands, presses them against her breasts as she starts to suck on Dean's neck. Dean's thumb circles on her nipple before he passes over the nub, and he scrapes blunt finger nails into her skin as he grabs her. Sam gasps exactly the way Dean always imagined she would.
When they break, Sam rolls onto her back on the bed and crawls up the mattress, eyes still fixed on Dean. She leaves the sheet behind, and Dean's brain shuts down at the sight of her, chest still exposed, and, fuck. She's wearing those cut-off shorts that drive him crazy. Dean can't imagine anyone could have said no to her, bleeding or not.
He follows, rests on his side facing her and reaches out, fingers between her legs over the denim.
"Dean, please."
Dean moves down, pressing kisses in a trail down her body. Sam's chest heaves with every ragged breath she takes, and Dean fucks down, cock sliding over her legs, just out of desperation to fuck something.
"Gimme," Sam begs. "Want it so bad."
She sounds like the kid who wasn't afraid to take Dean's share of dessert, and damned if that doesn't turn him on somehow. He sucks greedily at his sister for a few seconds longer before pulling away, looking at her and squeezing her breast again just because he can. Because he loves the heavy weight of her and wants to memorize it and is so over apologizing for that.
"Bet you do," he tells her, letting go and unbuttoning those shorts with one easy flick of his wrist. "I'm gonna make you scream until your voice gives out."
Sam whines, her head falling back against the pillow, and she arches up. He pulls the jeans away slowly and almost stops breathing when he realizes she's not wearing underwear. His mouth waters.
"You ever been eaten out, Sammy?" he asks once he's got her naked. Her legs are almost closed, but what he can see of her cunt has him shaking.
She shakes her head. "Not like this," she says.
"Spread it for me, Sam. Let me see you."
Sam does, legs opening wider and faster than a girl's ever done for Dean. She's not messy yet, but she isn't wearing anything to soak up the blood, and there's already some on her thighs. Dean pushes a finger into her, watches it come out bright red, long string of wet that Dean's pretty sure has as much to do with Sam being turned on as it does with the rest of this. He wipes it off on the sheet.
"Dean, don't. It's gross."
Dean shakes his head, still mesmerized, staring at the blood dripping out of her. She's right, it should be gross. But it's not. It's not because it's a part of Sam, a part of his little sister, it's their blood. Dean ducks his face down and licks a long stripe over her, cleaning up the mess on her thighs while he's at it. He doesn't bother making it good just yet, but Sam moans as if he's already tongue-deep inside of her.
Dean pulls her hips closer to his face and nuzzles into the hair just over Sam's clit. The smell is strong, almost too much at first, but it doesn't make him turn away. It doesn't make him want this any less.
"Sam," he says, sucking her clit between his lips, playing his tongue on it. Sam is loud above him, saying his name over and over. Dean just wants to taste her. He finishes sucking at her, pressing a firm kiss to the sensitive skin before moving back down, trailing his tongue on the lips of her pussy.
"Please, please," Sam gasps. "Dean, please."
And, well, she asked nicely.
Dean licks into her, causing her to tighten up around his mouth. The taste isn't like the smell, doesn't put him off for even a second. All it does is make him hungry, and before he knows what he's doing, he's shoving his face as far as he can into his sister, trying to lick every part of her from the inside. Sam angles her hips up, helping him get in deeper, and begins to roll them into him, riding his face from below. Dean thinks of stopping for a moment, letting her sit on him, but he can't break away. Some other time, he thinks. God, Sam wants him, Dean can do this every night.
"I'm not gonna last long," she tells him, words leaving her in long whines. She pushes the back of Dean's head, and Dean takes his hands off her hips, grabs the sheets so she can rock them however she wants.
But Dean wants to see her. He wants to watch her come, so he moves back up to finish her off, mouth back on her clit and three fingers buried inside of her. He's made a mess of her, blood spread from the contained state it was in when he first uncovered her, allover everything he's licked or pressed his face into.
He tries to pull up then, but Sam's thighs tighten around him, reluctant to let him leave. He laughs, pats her side, and Sam's legs fall to the bed like dead weight.
"Why?" she asks, reaching for Dean and pausing before pushing him back down. "God, you look ridiculous," she says, but the way she's still gasping has Dean pretty sure it didn't feel ridiculous.
He grins and wipes his mouth on the same sheet as before, briefly feels sorry for the maid who has to clean this up. She'll think there was a murder, but Dean can't really summon up much regret. He wants to roll around in these filthy sheets for a week. He wants to live the rest of his life between his sister's legs.
Sam's eyes go dark as he thinks it; he knows she's reading him the way she always does. She smiles wickedly, reaching for the condom she'd set aside for someone else an hour ago. "Fuck me, Dean," she says, as if Dean needs to be told.
He takes the wrapper when she holds it out to him and lets her decide if she wants to kiss him or not as he gets himself ready. She does, licking into his mouth, only wincing away from the taste for a moment before relaxing against him.
He eases his way into her, so turned on he knows it won’t last long. It doesn't matter, Sam is already fucking up on him, on-edge and desperate and beautiful. They finish the way they do everything: holding each other just enough to hurt.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: girl!Sam/Dean, girl!Sam/OMC
Rating: NC-17 for Explicit Sexual Content (Menstrual Kink, Oral, Voyeurism, and Incest Kink), Utter Lack of Plot, and Language
Word Count: 2,349
Author’s Note: Happy birthday to my only fan, feathertofly. You are the most beautiful girl <333. Sorry that instead of writing you something full of my earnest love and devotion I wrote you some filthy kink. BUT YOU SAID YOU WANTED AND I SAID WAIT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY, SO. I'm not really sorry. >:D Hopefully I did not fail at making this hot. I love you, dollface. Title stolen from Joshua Radin's Paperweight. No beta because…you try finding someone to beta this. ETA 5/7/2013: Thanks to eos_rose, you can now read this in epub format here.
Summary: Sam has her period, and the only thing that makes her cramps feel better is getting off.
Here's what's bothering Dean: Sam is a good girl.
It's not that he thinks there's anything wrong with her doing whatever she wants to do with whoever she wants to do it with, Dean is certainly no one to judge. But Sam…well, it just isn't Sam's style. Sam's not the kind of girl that runs around with any guy who bats an eye at her. Except for the times that she is.
Dean's not jealous. Or, maybe he is, but he isn't noticing because he's jealous. He's noticing because it's not like his little sister. He's noticing because a stray hookup every now and then is one thing-Sam has needs, needs Dean can't take care of, no matter how much he wants to. But this is every night a different guy for three nights in a row, and they don't deserve her. They're not the kind of guys Sam goes for.
They're the kind of guys Dean was supposed to protect her from. Guys like him.
He should have knocked, really, especially with the way Sam's been this week. He should have known she wouldn't be alone and he'd be interrupting. He should have said something for the first minute instead of standing in the doorframe, listening to his sister moan. Watching her lie in bed with some guy's dick in her fist, stroking him.
Dean's eyes settle on the man's hands as they reach out for her breast, and if he touches her where Dean's never gotten to, it's going to take a lot of self-restraint not to shoot him. Sam makes a pleased sound as he cups her, shifts closer to him. It's not fair. Dean could do it better.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" the guy asks, and Dean's fingers curl into fists.
"Watch it, asshole," Sam mutters, but then she's kissing him again, letting him get away with it.
How could she let him get away with it?
Dean doesn't really think before he acts, so his pistol is clicking before he can think twice. "Yeah, watch it," he says.
Sam and the douche freeze on the bed. His eyes are trained on the gun, but Sam pulls the sheets up to cover her chest and then glares at Dean. "What the fuck?"
"Out," Dean barks.
The guy is already getting off the bed, one hand raised in the air in surrender, the other pulling his clothes up into a ball. "Look, man, I didn't know she was spoken for, okay? She came on to me."
"Out."
The man scuttles for the door without looking back.
Sam sighs and slumps into her pillow. "Goddammit, Dean. What the hell did you do that for?"
"He was," Dean gestures wildly, lost as to why she's asking him that question, "treating you like a-"
"Like a girl who came up to him in a bar and begged him for it?" Sam's expression doesn't waver. "That's what I was, Dean. And I can fucking handle myself."
"I know that. I just-"
"You're not the only person who's allowed to get laid. Jesus, Dean, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a guy who's up for-" She shakes her head, messy brown hair swinging wildly. "Never mind."
Dean can't imagine Sam has a very hard time find guys who are up for it, but he doesn't say as much. "He was an asshole," he says instead, sitting at the foot of her bed.
He can hear the smirk in her response. "I wasn't after his personality, Dean."
Dean's body goes tight when Sam puts a hand on his shoulder, and he tries not to look over or think about the fact that she's at least half naked as she settles next to him.
"What were you after, then? You don't have to put up with guys like that, Sammy."
Sam reaches out and brushes a hair off Dean's face. "Sometimes I do." She shrugs. "Trust me, you don't want the details, okay?"
"I do. I really want to know how that asshole was worth it. Because I saw what he was packing, and I'm not impressed."
"Because most random strangers aren't really looking to fuck a girl who'll bleed on them."
"You were gonna what?" Dean asks, turning to face Sam. "Sam, what happened?"
Sam rolls her eyes. "I have my period, okay? And I get really, really…when I have it..." She bites her lip. "My cramps hurt less when I'm turned on. And the sex is always better."
Dean swallows hard, tries to convince himself it's perfectly okay to be having this conversation with his sister. "But girls never wanna when they have it."
"Yeah, because guys think it's gross. But sometimes it really puts you in the mood, and usually that means dealing with some assholes to get off." She smiles. "It's worth it."
"I don't think it's gross," Dean says, wishing he could take it back when he sees Sam's mouth drop open. "If it's what you want. It's just something you have to put up with."
Sam's mouth shuts on a soft smile and she rests her head on Dean's shoulder. "Thanks, Dean. Too bad you're my brother," she jokes.
"Are you in pain? The cramps, I mean, you said…"
"It's nothing I can't live with," she says. "I'm sore as all hell, but I've been here before."
"I'm sorry, Sam. Didn't want you to be in pain just because I-"
"I know you meant well. Look, why don't I put some clothes on and we can go get dinner?"
Dean slips a hand onto her thigh. "Don't."
"Don't what?" Sam says through a nervous laugh, but Dean doesn't miss the way her legs shift under his hand. Just the slightest bit more open.
"Get dressed," he says. "I don't wanna go out."
Sam looks down at Dean's hand and nods slowly. "What do you want, then?"
"I wanna make you stop hurting."
Dean's fingers slide up, take the hand Sam still has holding up the sheet, and she lets go without any resistance. He pulls the fabric away, until Sam's bare-chested. Dean's been trying not to stare at her for years, and right now she's swollen, breasts even bigger than usual. Dean can't help wondering if that makes them more sensitive. If she'll cry even louder for him when he takes one in his mouth or rubs a thumb over her nipple.
"Dean," she says, just a short stab of breath leaving her. "Can I…you don't have to do this. I'm okay." She reaches out, feels the line of Dean's dick in his jeans. "But I want to see. If you don't-God, Dean, let me see your cock."
Dean's eyes are still fixed on her chest, but he reaches down, shifts until he's got his shaft in his hand, his jeans and boxers pushed down on his thighs. Sam is just as focused on him as he is on her.
"Fuck. I've been…" She looks up, meet Dean's eyes before leaning in close and whispering against his ear. "When I can't find anyone, I think of this. Of you. Your big, hard dick. Some days it gets me off just as much as if I do find a guy. Some days I come so hard thinking of you, I don’t hurt again."
Dean makes a strangled sound, and Sam takes his hands, presses them against her breasts as she starts to suck on Dean's neck. Dean's thumb circles on her nipple before he passes over the nub, and he scrapes blunt finger nails into her skin as he grabs her. Sam gasps exactly the way Dean always imagined she would.
When they break, Sam rolls onto her back on the bed and crawls up the mattress, eyes still fixed on Dean. She leaves the sheet behind, and Dean's brain shuts down at the sight of her, chest still exposed, and, fuck. She's wearing those cut-off shorts that drive him crazy. Dean can't imagine anyone could have said no to her, bleeding or not.
He follows, rests on his side facing her and reaches out, fingers between her legs over the denim.
"Dean, please."
Dean moves down, pressing kisses in a trail down her body. Sam's chest heaves with every ragged breath she takes, and Dean fucks down, cock sliding over her legs, just out of desperation to fuck something.
"Gimme," Sam begs. "Want it so bad."
She sounds like the kid who wasn't afraid to take Dean's share of dessert, and damned if that doesn't turn him on somehow. He sucks greedily at his sister for a few seconds longer before pulling away, looking at her and squeezing her breast again just because he can. Because he loves the heavy weight of her and wants to memorize it and is so over apologizing for that.
"Bet you do," he tells her, letting go and unbuttoning those shorts with one easy flick of his wrist. "I'm gonna make you scream until your voice gives out."
Sam whines, her head falling back against the pillow, and she arches up. He pulls the jeans away slowly and almost stops breathing when he realizes she's not wearing underwear. His mouth waters.
"You ever been eaten out, Sammy?" he asks once he's got her naked. Her legs are almost closed, but what he can see of her cunt has him shaking.
She shakes her head. "Not like this," she says.
"Spread it for me, Sam. Let me see you."
Sam does, legs opening wider and faster than a girl's ever done for Dean. She's not messy yet, but she isn't wearing anything to soak up the blood, and there's already some on her thighs. Dean pushes a finger into her, watches it come out bright red, long string of wet that Dean's pretty sure has as much to do with Sam being turned on as it does with the rest of this. He wipes it off on the sheet.
"Dean, don't. It's gross."
Dean shakes his head, still mesmerized, staring at the blood dripping out of her. She's right, it should be gross. But it's not. It's not because it's a part of Sam, a part of his little sister, it's their blood. Dean ducks his face down and licks a long stripe over her, cleaning up the mess on her thighs while he's at it. He doesn't bother making it good just yet, but Sam moans as if he's already tongue-deep inside of her.
Dean pulls her hips closer to his face and nuzzles into the hair just over Sam's clit. The smell is strong, almost too much at first, but it doesn't make him turn away. It doesn't make him want this any less.
"Sam," he says, sucking her clit between his lips, playing his tongue on it. Sam is loud above him, saying his name over and over. Dean just wants to taste her. He finishes sucking at her, pressing a firm kiss to the sensitive skin before moving back down, trailing his tongue on the lips of her pussy.
"Please, please," Sam gasps. "Dean, please."
And, well, she asked nicely.
Dean licks into her, causing her to tighten up around his mouth. The taste isn't like the smell, doesn't put him off for even a second. All it does is make him hungry, and before he knows what he's doing, he's shoving his face as far as he can into his sister, trying to lick every part of her from the inside. Sam angles her hips up, helping him get in deeper, and begins to roll them into him, riding his face from below. Dean thinks of stopping for a moment, letting her sit on him, but he can't break away. Some other time, he thinks. God, Sam wants him, Dean can do this every night.
"I'm not gonna last long," she tells him, words leaving her in long whines. She pushes the back of Dean's head, and Dean takes his hands off her hips, grabs the sheets so she can rock them however she wants.
But Dean wants to see her. He wants to watch her come, so he moves back up to finish her off, mouth back on her clit and three fingers buried inside of her. He's made a mess of her, blood spread from the contained state it was in when he first uncovered her, allover everything he's licked or pressed his face into.
He tries to pull up then, but Sam's thighs tighten around him, reluctant to let him leave. He laughs, pats her side, and Sam's legs fall to the bed like dead weight.
"Why?" she asks, reaching for Dean and pausing before pushing him back down. "God, you look ridiculous," she says, but the way she's still gasping has Dean pretty sure it didn't feel ridiculous.
He grins and wipes his mouth on the same sheet as before, briefly feels sorry for the maid who has to clean this up. She'll think there was a murder, but Dean can't really summon up much regret. He wants to roll around in these filthy sheets for a week. He wants to live the rest of his life between his sister's legs.
Sam's eyes go dark as he thinks it; he knows she's reading him the way she always does. She smiles wickedly, reaching for the condom she'd set aside for someone else an hour ago. "Fuck me, Dean," she says, as if Dean needs to be told.
He takes the wrapper when she holds it out to him and lets her decide if she wants to kiss him or not as he gets himself ready. She does, licking into his mouth, only wincing away from the taste for a moment before relaxing against him.
He eases his way into her, so turned on he knows it won’t last long. It doesn't matter, Sam is already fucking up on him, on-edge and desperate and beautiful. They finish the way they do everything: holding each other just enough to hurt.