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

"When have I ever let you do that, dude?" Sam had always been pretty serious when it came to schoolwork, never slacked off... that hadn't changed. Even when he had the temptation of Dean in that body, willing to wear stuff that looked like that.

"Hey, I'm just being supportive, dude." She reached over and nudged him with her foot lightly. Let the foot slide up to rest in his lap. "So, when you're done eating, I get to have wild, perverted sex with you, huh?"

He reached down to take her foot in his free hand, thumb rubbing up the bottom absently. "I guess so... though yo haven't exactly let me in on details yet, Dean."

Oooh. That felt surprisingly good. Dean shifted in her seat and sighed a little, enjoying the way Sam was rubbing at her foot. "Not gonna, either. You'll just have to trust me."

Well, seeing as how she was enjoying it, he kept up the motions. "It's a surprise, huh?" He smiled. "Fine, I'll trust you, dude."

So far, Dean hadn't ever dragged something too crazy into the bedroom after all. He finished his burger off and just shifted in his seat, his hand still moving over her foot absently. "Do we need to move to the bedroom for this?"

She settled in her seat and hummed contentedly. Actually, she couldn't remember ever having a foot rub. Huh. Well, first time for everything. "You'll like it, Sammy. I promise."

"Yep, gonna need the bedroom. Whenever you're ready."

Well, he was going to have to remember that trick later. A foot rub apparently meant she'd practically melt down into her seat... "Yeah, okay... let's go, Dean."

He released her then, waiting for her to move her foot before he got up to his feet to go to the bedroom.

It was a new one on Dean, definitely. She liked it. When he let go of her foot, she stretched and sighed happily, then dropped her foot from his lap. She got up and took his hand, tugging up up to follow her.

In the bedroom, she stopped him. "Strip down to your boxers, Sammy." While he did that, she pulled over the cushy chair Sam liked to read in.

He reached up to tug off his shirt when he was told to strip down and then he stepped up closer to her.

"Now what? Do I move to the chair or what?"

"Yep. Sit." She pushed him down lightly and straddled his lap. Took hold of his hands and put them down on the armrests. She kissed him lightly, grinning against his lips. "You get to be still. No touching. You move your hands, I stop. Comprende?"

"Feeling bossy, huh?" He rested his hands down though, nodding. "I got the point, Dean. No moving." Not if she kept touching him and from the looks of it, it was going to be a pretty interesting ride.

"Good." She grinned and hopped up to grab a bag she stashed by the nightstand. It just had a few of their toys in it, but she didn't want him to see what they were yet. She put it on the foot of the bed within reach and then returned to his lap.

She leaned in to kiss him deep, pressing his head back and letting her hair fall around his face. When they were both breathless, she pulled back enough to move against him, rocking her body against him. Her hands gripped his shoulders and held tight as she leaned back slowly, grinding her hips against his slow and rhythmic.

When he agreed, he hadn't exactly realized how hard it'd be to keep his hands off her to start. He delved into that kiss eagerly, flexing his fingers a little over the armrest of the chair he was in to resist reaching up to push her hair back, tangle his fingers in the soft locks. He was managing to be good though, keeping his hands to himself even as she pulled back and started to roll her hips against his. "Dean..."

He groaned softly, tipping his head back as he watched her move over him, smiling a little. "Look so good..."

Had to wonder just what she had in that bag, but he wasn't going to press right now.

She smiled at his reactions. Lord knows, Dean had gotten enough lap dances in her life that she should be able to give one. And it was fun to watch Sam try to hold back from touching.

"You're doing good, Sammy." She kissed him lightly and squirmed in his lap, turning to face away from him. She pressed back against him, grinding down on him. While she moved, her hands came up to tease the straps of her nightie down slowly.

Sam let his eyes trail over her body, watched her move against him, grind on him. "Mm, you're giving me good incentive. I touch, you stop, right?"

And it didn't matter how many times he's seen Dean naked as a girl and a guy, this tease had hi almost hungry to see more of her. He licked his lips, resisting the urge to kiss along her shoulders where the straps had slipped down.

"Look so good."

"You like this, Sammy?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at him. She let the straps fall and the nightie fell to her waist. Tipped her head back and nuzzled his neck as she continued to move on him.

"What would you be doing if I let you move, hmm?"

"Yeah..." He watched as her nightie slipped away to her waist, letting out a soft groan. "Touching every inch of you... Might take a look in that bag of yours too."

"Mmmm, I like it when you're touching me. Right now, though, I just want you to watch." Dean reached for the nightie at her waist and tugged it up over her head, tossing it aside. Sitting in his lap in just the matching panties, she kept moving on him, her own hands roaming over her body like she imagined his would be if he could.

"God..." It wasn't fair. He was being shown an expanse of skin and all he could do was hold on to the chair in an attempt to not reach for her, especially when her own hands slid over her body, teasing him even more. "You look so good, Dean...""

She moved her hands over her breasts, cupping and kneading them. Her fingers pinched at her nipples and rolled them lightly. She moaned and sighed, still grinding down against him as one hand slid lower to dip inside her panties and start rubbing herself lightly. "How... mmm... much teasing can you stand, Sammy?"

"Dean..." He let out a groan, shifting under her and he hoped that it was passed off as him adjusting himself and not trying to get a little more friction against his cock. "Dude, this is not cool."

And he couldn't take his eyes off her, looking down over her shoulders, watching her hand dip into her own panties with dark eyes and a soft groan.

Dean laughed breathlessly and leaned back to nuzzle against Sam's neck. Her hands pushed down her panties, tossing them aside. Then she spread her legs wide, leaning back against him as she reached back down to rub her clit. "I was planning to grab the vibrator I've got stashed in the bag there and fuck myself with it while you watched. I'd hate to mistreat you, though..."

She gave him a teasing look as she slipped two fingers inside herself and started to move them in and out.

He let out another soft groan at that, tipping his head forward to get a better view of what she was doing. "Were you planning on doing that right on top of me too?"

Her head tipped back onto his shoulder and she moaned as she got into the rhythm she wanted with her fingers. Her other hand reached over to rub her clit lightly as she moved. "I was thinking about laying on the bed right in front of you, actually..."

"Yeah?" He licked his lips, still watching her hands work, biting at his own lower lip. "Do I get to touch myself at all? Or is that off limits too?"

He didn't know if he could actually hold out too well if he had to just keep watching her fuck herself and not get some relief here, but god, part of him wanted to see it anyway.

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

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