onlytobenormal | a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

"Oooh, God yes... Sammy..." She twisted and moaned. Her back arched and she tried to get closer. With the way they were going, she'd be coming in no time. Those vibrators were pushing her closer and closer. "Fuck... fuck..."

He didn't plan on stopping with her coming just once, so it was fine if she got there soon. He moved that vibrator against her, kept i pressed in tight against her. "God... look so good."

"Sam... Sammy!" She gasped and shuddered as she came, her head dropped back and her eyes squeezed shut. She whimpered and gasped. The vibrators were still going full blast, pushing her past the orgasm and keeping her twisting in the chair. "God... oh god..."

He eased the bullet away from her and turned the vibrator back down on low when she started twisting in the chair, spent. Leaning up, he kissed her again, nuzzled her. "God, you look so hot, Dean..."

She panted breathlessly, slumped a little in the chair. Definitely glad for the little break, even if the vibrator inside her kept her at a slow burn of desire. Of course, she figured that was exactly what Sam wanted.

She smiled hazily at him when she lifted her head. "Good... like when you're looking at me..."

He smiled at that and leaned up to kiss her lightly, nibbling at her lower lip playfully. "Couldn't look away if I wanted, man, not with the way you look..."

"Mmmm..." Dean sighed softly and kissed him back. Made a soft sound when Sam nibbled her lip. Slowly, she was getting her breath back. "You're really getting good at this teasing and tormenting stuff, Sammy."

He smiled at that, pleased with the compliment. Figured that she enjoyed that he was, if this was really the kind of stuff she was into. He responded with another kiss and turning that vibrator back up to its medium setting.

Oh, she was into it. Best of all, she was starting to relax about it around Sam. That made it better. She could stop worrying about freaking him out every time she brought something like this up. Once in a while, she felt like she overstepped, but not nearly as bad these days.

Dean made a mewling sound against Sam's lips when he cranked up the vibrations again, her hips starting to roll helplessly in the chair.

He wasn't freaked out right now, that was for sure. He shivered at that mewling noise, reaching down to hold her hips lightly, rubbing his thumb over the skin there. "How's it feel?"

"Feels so good," she murmured as her head tipped back. Her hips kept moving, instinctively looking for friction she couldn't get to right now. It was so hot to be stuck there, with Sam's hands on her however he wanted and that toy going so fast inside her.

He kissed down her chest, mouth grazing over her breasts, teasing her nipples as she squirmed under his hands. Eventually, his hand moved down to rub over her. He rubbed at her clit.

Dean's whimpering became more pronounced and her squirming a little more desperate when his mouth reached her breasts. She moaned when his mouth closed around a nipple and then cried out his name when his hand slipped down to tease her. Her body was so sensitive right now. Every touch pushed her closer to overload.

"Oh god. Sammy... god..."

He looked up at her, watching her as she squirmed and cried out for him... God, that was good. He nuzzled at her lightly before leaning up to kiss her again, his hand still teasing her lightly. "What is it, Dean?"

"Mmmm... fuck. You should fuck me, Sammy. Want you..." Her hips rocked against his hand lightly. Inviting.

"Fuck you." He continued to move his hand over her, considering it. After dragging the moment out, teasing her for as long as possible though, he turned the vibrator off and went to ease the toy out of her, putting it aside. After that, he went to undo the restraints at her feet. "I want you on the bed, bent over for me, okay?"

"Anything you want, Sammy." She'd do just about anything right now if it meant he'd fuck her finally. She breathed a sigh that was equal parts disappointed and relieved when he removed the vibrator. When she was free from the restraint, she pushed herself up out of the chair and moved to the bed, getting down on her hands and knees to wait for him.

He watched as she crawled up the bed, moving up behind her and holding onto her hips with one hand, the other at his cock, guiding himself into her deeply. He reached for the bullet vibe he'd used earlier then, slipping that hand between her legs to ease at her clit with it... he'd said he'd fuck her, not stop having fun with those toys or seeing how far he could push her.

She kind of loved that he was right on her. Before she could even wrap her mind around how good it felt to have him inside her, though, she felt the vibrations against her clit again and she was gasping and moaning, grinding back on him hard. "Fuck! Oh, fuck... Sammy..."

"Feeling good, Dean?" He breathed against her skin, starting to push into her in earnest, keeping the bullet pressed against her clit. "God..."

She felt amazing, looked amazing the way she was moving too, the way she sounded...

"Oh god, oh god..." She couldn't think clearly enough to answer him. Between his increased pace and the bullet going crazy against her clit, she was coming again in no time. She gasped and moaned, bucking back into his thrusts.

After her orgasm ended, the continued stimulation had her holding steady on the edge. Too soon to come again, but feeling like she was seconds from it anyway. She cried out and whimpered, babbling nonsense and pleas as she writhed in his arms.

He kept up the steady, rough pace, holding onto her hip with his free hand, keeping her steady as she writhed and pleaded. "Dean... oh, God."

He wouldn't last long either, not like this, but all he could focus on was the way she writhed and sounded underneath him. "You look so good, Dean... love you."

Dean's body went rigid when she came for a third time, all but screaming Sam's name as it crashed over her. Her forehead touched the bed and her back arched, body frantically bucking back against him throughout.

She sagged a bit when it finally ended, moaning as he still moved inside her.

He finally moved the vibe away from her, coming into her not long after she'd come with a deep groan of her name, head rolling back. He slowed to a stop inside her, biting his lower lip.

Her head rested on her forearms on the bed. Sam's hands on her hips and his cock buried deep inside her kept her other half up for now. Her body clutched reflexively, rhythmically at him as the aftershocks of the orgasm rolled through her.

a month in the life of a cursed hunter ((samefivealbums))

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