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

Jesus... that was not fair. She was getting the upper hand here way too easy, leaving him speechless and aching with a few words and the way her hands moved over her own breasts. "You can suck me off... whenever I tell you to."

He groaned when she wiggled against him. "And if you thought me leaving you in those panties was bad, wait until I get you home and make you come as many times as I want, even if you're begging for a break."

"I like it when you're pushy." She carefully applied the nipple clamps, fiddling with the pressure until she was happy with it. Never put them on herself before. It was kind of interesting.

Then she spread her legs wide, hooking them back over Sam's where they were tied to the chair legs. One hand reached down to rub her clit lightly while her other hand fiddled with the clamp, getting it ready. She turned her head and nuzzled into his neck, murmuring against his skin. "That's one of my fantasies, you know. Being with somebody who's strong enough and who I can trust enough to hold me down and make me come until I'm begging for air. Turns me on even more that you came up with it without me asking."

She nipped his ear lightly. "Let you do anything you want to me."

He tipped his head down to kiss along the side of her face and wherever else he could reach in his current position, eyes locked on the way she moved, the way she put those clamps on herself. "Yeah?" He smiled a little.

"What other fantasies do you have?" His voice was husky, low against her skin.

Once the last clamp was in place, Dean raised her arms up and back to wrap around Sam's neck behind her, giving him an unobstructed view down her body and the chains attached. She tipped her head to kiss him long and deep before she pulled back enough to answer. "Dunno if you'd like my other fantasies, Sammy. Not sure you're the type to handle someone roughly, even if they ask for it."

She always looked gorgeous, but God, he loved seeing her stretched out for him and the way those chains and clamps looked against her skin. He kept his face tipped in close to hers after the kiss, panting against her skin a little. Dark eyes locked on hers. "Try me. Might be surprised."

Dean took a minute to move, turning in his lap to face him and press her body up against him. She moaned when her clamped nipples pressed up against his chest and the movements tugged on the chains. It was possible that she was getting way too fond of these things.

She nipped along his jaw and neck, teeth scraping his skin as she worked her way over to his ear. Her voice was a low purr when she answered him. "Would you take me by surprise in the dark? Cover my mouth so I can't scream? Throw me down, tear off my clothes, and fuck me hard? Leave bruises on my arms and rug burn on my knees?"

He arched against her, letting out a soft needy noise. God, he wanted so much more. She was driving him crazy. He listened to her talk, another jolt going straight through him. Wasn't usually his style, no, but Dean could make anything sound appealing when she was purring in his ear like that.

And he'd be damned if she ever realized that. "God, if you want it like that," he managed, turning his head to chase her lips, eager. "Anything you want."

She let him have the kiss he was seeking, pleased with his answer. If he was willing, she was sure as hell going to take advantage. Sam was turning out to be very good for her fantasy life. When the kiss ended, she smiled and winked at him as she started to pull away. "Guess you'll have to surprise me sometime, then."

She got to her feet and stepped back until her legs toughed the bed and she sat down. Her eyes never left Sam's while she settled herself on the bed, leaning back on her elbows. Her feet propped up on the edge of the bed, heels nearly touching her ass, and her legs spread wide to give him a good view of everything she was about to do to herself.

"I'll try." Right now, he was too busy squirming against the restraints, letting out a protesting noise when she pulled away. His body already missed the contact. He watched her eagerly as she stretched out, licking his lips absently.

"Dean... fuck." He took in the sight, watching whatever she'd give him since he couldn't exactly do anything else but that right now.

"That's the idea, Sammy," she teased lightly as she reached for the rabbit vibe. She moved it down to tease against her already slick entrance. She was still wet from Sam's attention earlier and all the teasing she'd been doing, so when he went to push the shaft inside her, it slipped right inside. She moaned softly when she pushed it in deep and started then to work it slowly in and out.

"Real funny, Dean." His eyes were locked on her, watching eagerly as she fucked herself on that toy, biting back any noises that wanted to rise up. He didn't think it was possible to be harder than he was right now, more turned on. Fuck, Dean was good at teasing and making him want her more and more.

Dean didn't bother answering with words. She just kept moving the toy in and out, moaning more when she moved it faster. Then she reached for the buttons controlling the vibrations and turned on the shaft. She groaned and shuddered, laying back flat and biting her bottom lip. The little rabbit ears brushed her clit each time she pushed the vibrator in, jarring the clamp slightly and making her whimper with the contact.

Then she turned on the bunny ear vibrations and the sounds got louder and more desperate. Oh, fuck.

He squirmed again, tipping his head back and panting. He couldn't look away from his sister, couldn't keep his eyes off the way she shuddered and all the noises she made. He licked his lips, forcing himself to keep quiet because otherwise, he'd probably be begging her to let him up or touch him, something.

"Dean..."

With all the stimulation, Dean didn't last long. Soon, she was squirming and whimpering as she came. The vibrations drew it out for a little while and by the time she turned off the toy, she was panting hard with a fine sheen of sweat on her skin.

Since Sam still had such a good view of everything, she left the toy inside her and let her legs down to rest, knees still far enough apart to let him see it still buried inside her.

"Dean." He let out a groan, squirming against the restraints again, tugging at them. "Come on, let me up... fuck, please."

She had to give him something. He could barely stand it... especially when she decided to just lounge there, leave that toy inside her. Never thought he'd actually be that jealous of a toy before, but when it was right where he craved to be right now...

The aftershocks had her body still clutching rhythmically at the shaft. She loved that feeling. It was one of the big reasons she always tried to keep Sam inside her long after they'd finished.

His desperation made her smile and she opened her eyes to look down at him. Well, it probably was time to stop teasing him. That didn't mean she had to do it quickly, though. Her hand moved to tease at one, trapped nipple lightly and then her fingertips trailed down along the chains on her body. She stroked her so sensitive clit gently a second before she finally reached down to take the toy out.

When she sat up, she made sure Sam was looking as she gave the vibrator a long lick. Then she put it aside to finish cleaning later. When she got up, she leaned over to kiss him with her own taste still on her tongue. Then she knelt to untie his feet first, finally stretching across and around him to unfasten the cuffs.

He moaned desperately into that kiss, sucking lightly, teasingly on her tongue and collecting that taste before she knelt to start untying him. Thank God...

He watched her through half-lidded eyes, arching against her while she worked on the cuffs. "God, love you..."

"Love you, too, Sammy," she murmured as she worked the cuffs and dropped them to the floor. Then she straightened up and smiled at him, taking a teasing step back. "What'cha gonna do now, little brother?"

As soon as he was able to stand, he did, taking a step towards her. He smirked at the question, reaching out to grab her shoulders and pull her in for a rough kiss, biting at her lower lip when he pulled back. "First, you're going to get back on the bed."

And since Dean apparently got off on it being rough, he didn't hesitate to give her a push back towards it.

She gaped into the kiss and whimpered when he bit her lip. Oh yeah, she liked it when Sam got rough. It gave her such a thrill and she knew Sam would never actually hurt her. A bruise or two wouldn't kill her, though.

When he pushed her, she fell back onto the bed with a small, surprised sound. Then she laughed softly and wiggled back to the middle of the bed, stretching out and giving Sam a heated look. "Now what, hmm?"

"What do you think?" He asked, crawling up on the bed to lean over her, grabbing for her wrists to pin them down to the mattress. He leaned down to kiss her deeply, pressing his hips down against hers.

Dean made an eager sound when he pinned her wrists. She struggled under his weight, pulling at his hold on her wrists and moaning as the struggling motions caused friction between his body and her aching, clamped nipples. Her hips rocked to meet his, even as she continued to put up a token struggle. "I think you're gonna work out all that pent up frustration on my poor, helpless body..."

His hands tightened when she pulled against his hold on her, moving to kiss down over her chest, teasing her breasts and those clamps with his mouth, giving the chains a light tug with his teeth. "And you're going to love every minute of it, aren't you?"

He shifted his hold to keep both of her wrists pinned with one hand, his other going to hitch one of her legs up around his hips as he shifted to push into her, hard.

She was twisting and mewling under him, especially when he tugged on the chains with his teeth. Fuck, she'd be getting hot to that mental image for weeks. "God, yes. I love it when you maul me like this."

Her breath caught when he moved her leg and then he slammed into her and she cried out, back arching up into him and her eyes slamming shut. Oh, fuck. Fuck. It was so good. So hard. Intense and right on the edge of too much. She couldn't stop squirming under him. "Fuck, Sammy... Sammy, please!"

He kept up a rough, fast pace, his hand tightening on her wrist even further. He let out a low groan, eyes locked on her face as she squirmed under him. "God, Dean..."

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

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