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

"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..."

His grip on her wrists would leave marks, she knew. Didn't care. She wanted them. Wanted that ache deep inside from how hard he was fucking her.

She was practically gasping for breath. Every time she caught it, the impact of their bodies together forced it right back out of her. Her legs bent, knees and thighs clinging to his sides, holding on as much as she could. God, her head was swimming. She didn't know which was was up, but she didn't care. Didn't want this to stop.

He kept it up as long as he could, pounding into her, holding her hands down and letting his mouth explore and tease wherever he could. He didn't want it to end either, entirely wrapped up in the moment.

When he did finally come, he called her name, pressing himself closer as he rode it out.

Dean had come long before Sam. There wasn't any way to hold back under all that, even though she wanted to. By the time it was over, she was completely limp under him, sweaty, breathless... it had kind of surprised her that she didn't pass out completely.

He slouched against her, entirely spent and desperately trying to catch his breath after all that. "God, Dean," he murmured, kissing along her neck and shoulders, nuzzling into her.

"Love you so much."

She managed a small smile when she felt him nuzzling her and then a little more at his words. That was about all she had the energy for. Her body felt like rubber and she was just now getting her breath back.

"Love you, too," she murmured, eyes still closed.

Slowly, he shifted off her to lay beside her, sliding his arm around her to tug her close. "You okay?"

Some part of him wanted to make sure he hadn't got too rough, no matter how much Dean had insisted she liked it like that. He knew she could take a beating from hunts, but he didn't want to be the one actually hurting her by going too far.

Dean let him pull her in, curled into him and sighed softly. His question got her to open her eyes finally and she looked up at him, smiling again. She reached a hand up to cup the side of his face and kissed him softly. "M'okay, Sammy. Just worn out."

She settled back against him. "When you catch your breath, will you take the chains off for me?"

"Yeah, right. Sorry." He shifted a little to start easing off those clamps, trying to be as careful as he could. He leaned in to kiss her forehead as he worked them off her breasts and then reached between her legs to undo that one as well.

"No need to apologize." She tried not to show pain even though they always hurt a little coming off. It was worth it, as far as she was concerned. Didn't want Sam to think he was hurting her, though. When they were off, she cuddled back up to him and kissed his neck softly. "Thanks."

He smiled a little at the kiss, wrapping an arm around her to pull her a little closer. God, he was exhausted now. He shifted a little closer, kissing the top of her head while he let his eyes drift shut.

Dean was half asleep by the time she felt his kiss. She smiled and buried her face against his neck, yawning and settling in. "'night, Sammy."

"'Night..." He reached for the covers to throw over them both before he settled in to sleep. He stayed close to her, kept an arm around her.

It had been a while since she slept that hard. Sam wore her out often, but the night before had been.... intense. When Dean woke finally, late in the morning, she didn't move around much. She could feel the soreness inside and see the bruises forming on her wrists. She smiled. Maybe it was a little odd to be pleased to wake up that wrecked, but as far as she was concerned, she'd earned every bruise.

Sam shifted in his sleep, curling a little closer to Dean for a brief moment as he tried to fight waking up... but it didn't work. He opened his eyes slowly, looked up at her. "Mm, 'morning..."

"Morning," she answered and wiggled in tighter against his chest. Her lips grazed his neck lightly. "Sleep okay?"

"Yeah, I did..." He smiled a little, rubbing a hand over her shoulder lightly. "You?"

"Very good." She smiled back and settled against him again. In no hurry to move yet, not when she was warm and comfortable with him. "Last night was amazing, Sammy. Thank you."

He gave a short laugh at that. "Not sure if that's something you should thank me for... I got plenty out of it too, you know."

She shrugged a little. She figured it had been out of his comfort zone to be that rough with someone, so she appreciated him giving her what she asked for, regardless. "I guess. I just appreciate you not freaking out on me."

It had been a little far out there than what he normally did and part of him thought he should maybe be a little concerned that he'd actually gotten off on it a little, but that wasn't something to really dump on Dean. He shrugged easily, offering up a smile as he leaned in to press his lips to hers.

They'd had fun, no one was actually hurt... things were fine. Besides, Dean was the one person he'd do anything for. "M'not freaking out, Dean."

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

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