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

"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.

He held back, even as she tightened around him and writhed. He held back as long as he could, drawing it out for her, wanting to keep her twisting for him, making all those hot little noises. He kissed her hard before he was coming hard, pushing in as deep as he could, grinding into her as he rode out the waves.

Dean was all whimpers by the time Sam came. She still twisted and moved against him, loving the way he ground against her as he chased his own pleasure. Fuck, it was so good. Almost too much, after that powerful orgasm she'd just come down off. But she loved watching him when he was lost in it like that.

"Love you," she gasped against his lips while he rode it out. "Feel so good. Love the way it feels when you come inside me, Sammy. Want my little brother getting me all sticky. Give it to me..."

Eventually, he slowed to a stop, tipping his head in and resting it against her shoulder. "Oh, God..." He panted, kissing her damp skin lightly, lapping at a drop of water. "God, don't think I could ever not want this... not want you."

"You better not. Dunno how I'd manage without you, now." God's honest truth. It would be a nightmare to go back to one night stands in dirty motels after all this. She'd miss real affection to go along with her lust.

He smiled at that, leaning up for a softer kiss. Felt good to hear Dean say that, to know she was really serious about settling down with him. "Like the shower hook?"

"Mmmm... I like it. Like when you get all handsy and in control like that, Sammy." She grinned and kissed him back. "I foresee even more showers in our future."

"Like we don't already take enough..." He slowly pulled out from her, eased her back to the shower floor and made sure she was steady before he went to undo the cuffs.

Dean gave a sigh of contentment when she was set on her feet. Her arms ached a little when he released her, but she didn't mind at all. She rubbed her wrists and arms lightly and smiled up at him. "Can't have too much of a good thing, Sammy."

He snorted at that and stepped under the water to rinse himself off again, smiling at Dean. "So are you still planning on getting me back for the chair thing too?"

"Absolutely." She smiled and pressed up against him, letting the water roll down over them. She nuzzled his neck softly. "You up for it?"

"Yeah... well, let me catch my breath a little first." He wasn't going to be much fun for a little bit, but he was definitely interested. He drew her in closer, nuzzling into him.

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

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