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

"Mmm... hurry back." She smiled into the kiss and then when he walked away, she pulled the dress up and off. She tossed it aside and then started the water, taking a moment to step under it and let the warm water run down over her.

He grabbed a pair of the leather cuffs, figuring they'd hold up the best in water before returning to her. Stripping out of his clothes, he stepped in with her and pressed a little bit closer, leaning in to kiss her.

Dean wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back deep and passionate. It never stopped being amazing to her that he wanted her as badly as he did and he was also willing to do all this crazy stuff with her. Giving Sam up now would just not be possible.

"Love you," she murmured against his lips when she broke away from the kiss. "Mention that lately?"

He didn't think he could give this up either. He might have gone into this thinking that there wasn't any possible way it'd last, that it was just something like a really stupid, disgusting fling he should feel sorry about. He didn't feel sorry though and it didn't feel disgusting.

Especially when she said stuff like that. His lips curled into a slow smile and he kissed her again. "Love you too, Dean... so much." He tipped his head to kiss along her jaw, down her neck.

She moaned softly and tipped her head back to give him more access. Always felt so good when he was giving her neck that kind of attention. Her hand tangled in his hair and held him closer. "Feel so good, Sam."

One hand went to smooth up her stomach, to her chest to cup one of her breasts, continuing to move his mouth over her neck as she tangled into his hair. His other hand went to grab at her other wrist, holding it loosely. "Going to feel even better, Dean..."

The hand on her wrist got another soft moan from her. She let go of his hair and smoothed down his chest to meet her other hand where he was holding it. "Let's get to it, then..."

He took both her wrists then, shifting her over towards the hook on the wall. After that, he went to slip the cuffs on her and after she was secured, he pulled back to just look at her, hands brushing down over her body. "How's it feel?"

Yep, right where it needed to be. She climber's hook that held the cuffs together fit nicely over the hook on the wall and it was high enough that Dean was fully stretched out, just slightly up on her toes. She shivered as Sam's hands moved over her.

"Feels good," she breathed and laughed softly. "Getting wet already. From more than just the shower..."

He leaned in and kissed at the other's neck, moving down her chest while his hands went to rub at her hips, shamelessly exploring her body. "You look so good, Dean... Going to get you up here when you're back to normal, you know."

She whimpered and squirmed, trying to push more into his hands everywhere they roamed. She moaned as his mouth moved over her chest. "Yeah? Starting to enjoy having me at your mercy, huh, Sammy?"

"Maybe." He let his hand slip between her thighs to rub over her just as his lips closed around one of her nipples. He let his teeth rake over the skin teasingly before soothing it with his tongue.

Dean's fault really, he made the whole bondage, dominance thing so appealing.

"Oh god," she whimpered again and rocked her hips against his hand while her back bent, trying to get her breast even closer to his mouth. She gasped at the rake of teeth and then moaned long and deep when he lapped with his tongue.

She was glad Sam found it appealing, since she enjoyed it so damn much.

He pushed his fingers into her, a little rougher than he normally would, and curled them inside of her as he looked for that spot. His mouth continued to tease at her nipple and over her breast before moving to the other, his free hand coming up to tangle in her hair.

Fuck! She gasped his name and twisted a little at the rough treatment. Every press of his fingers and tug on her hair just made her hotter and wetter. The way he curled his fingers inside her sent sparks along her nerves. She moaned and rocked into them.

"God, you're so wet," he pants against her skin, fingers sliding in easily an with the way she was moving, he had to be hitting the right spots. He moved back to her mouth, kissing her deeply, biting at her lower lip lightly. "Going to fuck you soon, Dean... is that what you want?"

She made a mewling, pleading sound and nodded as she bit her bottom lip. When he kissed her she moaned again and made a tiny, needy sound when he nipped her lip. "Yes. Want you in me, Sammy. Fuck me hard."

He went to withdraw his fingers then, bringing them up to clean off her fingers before he went to guide her legs around her waist. He didn't waste a second before shoving in deep because she'd said she wanted it hard.

She did want it hard. Just like that. She cried out and moaned louder, legs going tight around him one he shoved into her. She was so wet already for him that he slipped in easily. When his body ground against hers, she whimpered and squirmed, pulling lightly at the cuffs. "Fuck, Sammy... so good... fuck me. Fuck me."

Sam bucked sharply into her. As much as he complained about how kiddy 'Sammy' sounded, he kind of loved hearing her say it the way she did when they were fucking. He chased her lips for a possessive kiss, hands tightening on her hips.

She wasn't even thinking about kiddie nicknames right now. All she could think was how good he felt inside her. How big and hard; how he stretched her and filled her up. She moaned against his mouth when he kissed her. When the kiss broke, she whimpered. "You feel so good..."

"So do you," he panted, lips grazing over her jawline and down, pressing his face to her neck. He muffled a low moan against her skin. "And you're mine... won't let you go."

God, he really couldn't now.

"Fuck... yes. Wanna be yours." She moaned in return, squirming as best she could in his arms. God, she was so close. The rough, fast pace and Sam's words were hitting all her best spots. "Oh God... Oh God, please... Sammy..."

He groaned, nipping at her skin, feeling himself getting closer. God, he couldn't imagine not having Dean like this, all his, moaning and begging for him. "I got you, Dean," he panted, keeping up the pace, angling his thrusts to try to hit the spots that always had Dean crying out for him.

As soon as Sam changed the angle of his thrusts, Dean was crying out for him as her orgasm slammed into her. Every thrust hammered against that spot inside her and sent sparks through her nerves. Her legs tightened around him and she gasped and moaned, twisting through the waves.

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

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