I've Been Around [Sam/Pamela]
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hysteriaTitle: I’ve Been Around
Author:hysteria
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Pamela, mention John/Pamela, Dean Winchester
Word Count: 1,143
Warnings: Dirty Talk, Underage, Angst, Un-Beta'd
Summary: Sam‘s got a fine ass, just like his daddy. Written for the supernatural kink meme.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Supernatural, or the characters involved.
“Well aren’t you the big stallion,” Pamela laughs “accidentally grab an aphrodisiac or are you just happy to see me?”
“I--” Sam stutters trying to cover up his growing erection.
“Just like your daddy.” she laughs.
“He’s drunk,” Dean grins “and horny.” Pamela grinning like a cat and Dean laughs and lets her wrap her arm around Sam’s waist for balance “I’ve got stuff to do, and he’s a little bitch when he’s drunk…so?”
“Sure.” she says “More than happy to play big-boy babysitter.” watches him turn his back and walk out the door without another word.
“I’m not that drunk,” Sam says “just a little.” he nods leaning against her. By the time they make it to the stairs her hand is already in the back of his pants, pinching at his ass and he’s moaning “Feels good,” he moans his hand rubbing her side “real good.”
By the time they make it her bedroom door he’s naked and Pamela’s only got her underwear on, Sam making quick work of them his lips attached to her neck. “Let’s get to the bed Sammy,” she groans “want you to fuck me.”
“Me too,” he mumbles and he’s gripping her hips and slipping her down onto his cock “fucking tight.” he grunts. They fall back onto the bed, rocking his hips into hers, the beers from early wearing off pushing harder into her.
“Come on Sam,” she wraps her legs around his back “harder.”
He’s pounding into her and he thinks he hears her say a name that isn’t him; it shouldn’t bother him-- she doesn’t owe him anything. It’s when she groans out, “John.” that he grinds his hips down harder, trying to make himself forget what he’d heard.
There were a million other John’s out there, it didn’t mean John Winchester; but in a million ways it did. Just like your daddy, shameless flirting hinting at something more. Something in him tells him to stop, but he can’t help but want to make her scream his name instead-- prove he’s better than his father was at everything.
He slips his hand between them and pushes at her clit roughly, “Say my name” he grunts “not his.”
His finger is moving fast back and forth between her causing her the cry out, “Sam,” she’s trying to wiggle her hips down further to his but his other hand is still keeping her in place. He’s whispering in her ear all the things he’s going to do to her when they’re done, when they do this again and she can’t help but say his name again. By the time she’s come for the second time the fact that she’d said John’s name is all but forgotten and he’s got her on her hands and knees, banging the headboard against the wall.
“You think he can hear,” he smirks-- fingertips bruising into her hips. “You think Dean can hear you taking me?”
“Yes,” her voice is hoarse and she rocks her hips back against his “I hope he hears the way I’m making you moan like a girl.” she lets out a little laugh before she feels him slam his hips harder against her, “Sam!”
He grins, moving one hand to her shoulder pulling her back against him and the other to her breast, kneading roughly “If I’m moaning like a girl what do you think you sound like?” he grunts and shoves harder “A whore?”
“Fuck, yes.” and she’s coming again, clenching around him and he can’t hold it anymore releasing inside of her. He doesn’t stop immediately, fucking his come in and out of her while she lets her face bury into the pillow.
When he pulls out he hears her moan again, and leans up to lie beside her “You never got to taste me,” he whispers “really wanted to try that out.”
She rolls her head over to smile at him, “We can remedy that, if you think you can handle it.” she’s scooting down the bed before he can answer lips running across his cock, coated in both his come and hers.
She takes the tip in her mouth and he can’t help but moan, rolling his hips to her face listening to the way her mouth makes a wet pop when she pulls off and goes back down “Fuck, Pam.” She’s taking him down to the root when he shoves his fingers in her hair, pushing and pulling try to get more friction “Gonna come,” he says and it feels too soon, but he’s shooting down her throat watching the way her throat works to swallow it all down. “Taste good?” he mumbles pushing his hips up one more time before settling.
She places kisses up his chest before she settles and falls besides him, “Tastes just like I remember--” she doesn’t realize she’s said it until after he’s propping himself up to look at her.
“Remember?”
“I didn’t mean--”
“You meant my dad.”
She looks at him and sighs, “Yeah.”
When he doesn’t say anything she takes it as anger and tries to sooth him “I was seventeen and stupid.” is all she can manage to say and moves in to close her mouth around his, teeth nipping at his bottom lips-- hand’s slipping to cup his ass. She pulls away and smirks, “Love that ass.”
“What do you mean?” and she’d roll her eyes if she still could but settles for rubbing his cock and watching him squirm under her touch, “Nothing Sammy, God do you know how to kill a moment.” He flips them over and she smirks “More like it.”
He’s mouthing at her neck, teeth grazing her pulse “Tell me,” he whispers “tell me or I stop.”
His mouth stops moving and she groans, “Your dad.”
He licks a stripe across the bruising teeth marks “My dad what?”
“Promised me the world, and I bought it.” Sam stops and she mumbles something else before wrapping her hand around his neck and flipping them over, “Now shut up.”
He doesn’t stop her this time, but puts his hands on the sides of her face stopping her from kissing him. “Was I better?”
“What?” it was the last question she’d expected.
“Was I better than him,” he leaned up and kissed the corners of her mouth “better than my dad.”
She laughed and grinned up at him, “Your dad had your stamina, and your…size,” she sees Sam’s face fall a little “but he didn’t have your heart.” she remedies. “It always felt like he was fucking someone else, he’d close his eyes and suddenly went somewhere else. But you…well it’s just you and me here.” and when he smiles she knows he’s done.
His tongue slipping back in her mouth, fingers pushing inside of her and she pushes down against them, “Just you and me.” he says.
Author:
hysteriaRating: NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Pamela, mention John/Pamela, Dean Winchester
Word Count: 1,143
Warnings: Dirty Talk, Underage, Angst, Un-Beta'd
Summary: Sam‘s got a fine ass, just like his daddy. Written for the supernatural kink meme.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Supernatural, or the characters involved.
“Well aren’t you the big stallion,” Pamela laughs “accidentally grab an aphrodisiac or are you just happy to see me?”
“I--” Sam stutters trying to cover up his growing erection.
“Just like your daddy.” she laughs.
“He’s drunk,” Dean grins “and horny.” Pamela grinning like a cat and Dean laughs and lets her wrap her arm around Sam’s waist for balance “I’ve got stuff to do, and he’s a little bitch when he’s drunk…so?”
“Sure.” she says “More than happy to play big-boy babysitter.” watches him turn his back and walk out the door without another word.
“I’m not that drunk,” Sam says “just a little.” he nods leaning against her. By the time they make it to the stairs her hand is already in the back of his pants, pinching at his ass and he’s moaning “Feels good,” he moans his hand rubbing her side “real good.”
By the time they make it her bedroom door he’s naked and Pamela’s only got her underwear on, Sam making quick work of them his lips attached to her neck. “Let’s get to the bed Sammy,” she groans “want you to fuck me.”
“Me too,” he mumbles and he’s gripping her hips and slipping her down onto his cock “fucking tight.” he grunts. They fall back onto the bed, rocking his hips into hers, the beers from early wearing off pushing harder into her.
“Come on Sam,” she wraps her legs around his back “harder.”
He’s pounding into her and he thinks he hears her say a name that isn’t him; it shouldn’t bother him-- she doesn’t owe him anything. It’s when she groans out, “John.” that he grinds his hips down harder, trying to make himself forget what he’d heard.
There were a million other John’s out there, it didn’t mean John Winchester; but in a million ways it did. Just like your daddy, shameless flirting hinting at something more. Something in him tells him to stop, but he can’t help but want to make her scream his name instead-- prove he’s better than his father was at everything.
He slips his hand between them and pushes at her clit roughly, “Say my name” he grunts “not his.”
His finger is moving fast back and forth between her causing her the cry out, “Sam,” she’s trying to wiggle her hips down further to his but his other hand is still keeping her in place. He’s whispering in her ear all the things he’s going to do to her when they’re done, when they do this again and she can’t help but say his name again. By the time she’s come for the second time the fact that she’d said John’s name is all but forgotten and he’s got her on her hands and knees, banging the headboard against the wall.
“You think he can hear,” he smirks-- fingertips bruising into her hips. “You think Dean can hear you taking me?”
“Yes,” her voice is hoarse and she rocks her hips back against his “I hope he hears the way I’m making you moan like a girl.” she lets out a little laugh before she feels him slam his hips harder against her, “Sam!”
He grins, moving one hand to her shoulder pulling her back against him and the other to her breast, kneading roughly “If I’m moaning like a girl what do you think you sound like?” he grunts and shoves harder “A whore?”
“Fuck, yes.” and she’s coming again, clenching around him and he can’t hold it anymore releasing inside of her. He doesn’t stop immediately, fucking his come in and out of her while she lets her face bury into the pillow.
When he pulls out he hears her moan again, and leans up to lie beside her “You never got to taste me,” he whispers “really wanted to try that out.”
She rolls her head over to smile at him, “We can remedy that, if you think you can handle it.” she’s scooting down the bed before he can answer lips running across his cock, coated in both his come and hers.
She takes the tip in her mouth and he can’t help but moan, rolling his hips to her face listening to the way her mouth makes a wet pop when she pulls off and goes back down “Fuck, Pam.” She’s taking him down to the root when he shoves his fingers in her hair, pushing and pulling try to get more friction “Gonna come,” he says and it feels too soon, but he’s shooting down her throat watching the way her throat works to swallow it all down. “Taste good?” he mumbles pushing his hips up one more time before settling.
She places kisses up his chest before she settles and falls besides him, “Tastes just like I remember--” she doesn’t realize she’s said it until after he’s propping himself up to look at her.
“Remember?”
“I didn’t mean--”
“You meant my dad.”
She looks at him and sighs, “Yeah.”
When he doesn’t say anything she takes it as anger and tries to sooth him “I was seventeen and stupid.” is all she can manage to say and moves in to close her mouth around his, teeth nipping at his bottom lips-- hand’s slipping to cup his ass. She pulls away and smirks, “Love that ass.”
“What do you mean?” and she’d roll her eyes if she still could but settles for rubbing his cock and watching him squirm under her touch, “Nothing Sammy, God do you know how to kill a moment.” He flips them over and she smirks “More like it.”
He’s mouthing at her neck, teeth grazing her pulse “Tell me,” he whispers “tell me or I stop.”
His mouth stops moving and she groans, “Your dad.”
He licks a stripe across the bruising teeth marks “My dad what?”
“Promised me the world, and I bought it.” Sam stops and she mumbles something else before wrapping her hand around his neck and flipping them over, “Now shut up.”
He doesn’t stop her this time, but puts his hands on the sides of her face stopping her from kissing him. “Was I better?”
“What?” it was the last question she’d expected.
“Was I better than him,” he leaned up and kissed the corners of her mouth “better than my dad.”
She laughed and grinned up at him, “Your dad had your stamina, and your…size,” she sees Sam’s face fall a little “but he didn’t have your heart.” she remedies. “It always felt like he was fucking someone else, he’d close his eyes and suddenly went somewhere else. But you…well it’s just you and me here.” and when he smiles she knows he’s done.
His tongue slipping back in her mouth, fingers pushing inside of her and she pushes down against them, “Just you and me.” he says.
