noro

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hi im Noro and this blog is a horny mess of wincest and my beloved teen!sammy drabbles. endless kinks and open to asks about absolutely anything! my dms are open to everyone too!

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"Is that– Oh my God, Sam?? When the fuck did you get your nipples pierced??"

Sam groans and immediately shrugs on another shirt, turning away from Dean. A small bar through each of his nipples reflected quite well in the shitty motel lighting.

"Knock it off, Dean. What does it matter?"

Dean laughs, mostly in disbelief, ignoring getting changed to walk over to Sam, almost needing to confirm it for himself. When did his brainy little brother get the balls and want to do such a thing?

"It matters because you are, hah, like the last person I know who'd consider shoving some punk metal through your body? What, you go rebellious for a month there or sum?"

Sam finally turns around, scowl on his face accompanied by the rush of blood to his cheeks.

"Okay, yeah sure whatever! I got them a few months ago, okay. I was having a bad day."

Dean raised his brow, laughed.

"So you got your nips pierced like any other normal person would on a shit day? Gonna pierce your dick next on another bad day?"

Sam didnt laugh, only glared and swallowed, looking away. It was one thing to have Dean find out but he couldn't stand the teasing and endless questions.

"No!– I mean, you dont understand! Can we please stop talking about this??"

"Why? Can't handle a lil teasing, Sammy? Do the ladies enjoy it at least?" Dean smirks and Sam doesn't react. It took him a moment to remember Jess was in fact the only lady, and who was now dead. Oops.

"I was gonna take em out but it's too.."

"Too what, Sammy? Like em too much?"

Dean puts on another laugh, hoping to hide his previous slip up. His finger darts out to flick at Sam's nipple, which immediately invokes a moan from the taller, grabbing at his chest and wincing. Oh. He wasn't supposed to make that sound.

"Dean! What the fuck, that hurts!"

"Uh- I. Sorry I didnt know they were uhh.."

"Sensitive.. That's why I can't take them off yet.. When I touch it.." Sam trails off, suddenly feeling too hot in his shirt, nipple stinging.

"Aren't shirts uncomfortable?" Dean decides to ask since his dick has more questions. He needs to change the subject. Not replay the sound he's never heard Sam make over and over in his head.

"Yeah, but not much I can do about it," Sam shrugs, like it was obvious.

They stand in silence for a moment. The air is thick but not uncomfortable. Dean's stomach is churning in curiousity and wanting to hear more. But he can't. Its Sam. His brother. Who happens to have nipple piercings and sounds like he'd moan better than any pornstar if it got played with. And Sam who's nipple was still insanely sensitive and giving his dick the wrong signals.

"Do you...? Uh." Dean knows he shouldn't be asking, but Sam is looking at him with wide eyes, flushed cheeks and an erotic sight beneath his shirt. Sam doesn't need Dean to finish his sentence. He knows what he wants to ask. The problem of knowing Dean in and out, and all his perverted thoughts. Never did he think it would actually come around to him.

"Yeah– Well, sometimes. Sometimes it.. it feels better when I.." God, why is he willingly telling Dean about it? His brother. Straight freaky brother who likes women. And is his brother. The thought somehow didnt disgust Sam and he knew he'd have to see a priest of some sorts.

Dean gulps, thickly, eyes on Sam's chest. He raises a hand, extended towards Sam, giving him a moment to pull away, slap his hand. Sam doesnt. He tenses before letting his shoulders slump, closing his eyes as Dean finally gave in. Letting his thumb rub over the hard, thick bug through the fabric. Sam moaned, sounding startled and relieved at the same time. Back instinctively arching into Dean's hand.

"Fuck, Sammy..."

Dean is lost, so focused on just how such simple touches could have Sam whining. He pinches and Sam's hand grabs at his shoulder to stabilize himself, eyes squeezing shut as his voice got higher.

He rubbed them, tugged lightly and flicked as Sam whined and moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, both mixing together. Their bodies gravitate closer, somehow landing up against a wall, Deans leg wedged between Sam's thighs. Hard, grinding against his leg as his body shuddered the more Dean practically tortured his nipples.

"Dean-! Fuuuck! W-Wait it's- it's too much!" Sam can barely speak, only focusing on the arousal stimulated by Dean's finger's on his nipples and thigh against his crotch. He wanted to come. His whole body rippling with pleasure and Dean didnt let up. Instead, lifting Sam's shirt and attaching his hot tongue to the sensitive bud. That was enough to send Sam over the edge, throwing his head back against the wall, fingers digging into Dean's shoulder as he came loudly in his pants, hips stuttering on his thigh as his body trembled in pleasure.

Dean didn't stop until Sam was whining and trying to push him away weakly from the overstimulation. He pulls back, admiring his work. Sam's nipples red and puffy from enduring the abuse. Dean moaned at the sight, his own cock straining his pants.

"Fuck, Sammy, you shouldn't have hid this from me," Dean curses, watching just how pretty his brother looks panting and flushed, dazed in his post orgasm bliss.

"Why? So you, hahh, you could keep making me cum from it alone?" Sam smirks, bravado probably pulled right from his state that left him in a different mindset. Not that he is in his right mind anyways.

"Fuck."

They take a moment, staring at each other, the hot air between them not letting up. It was now more charged than anything.

"You sure you dont have a dick piercing?"

hii!! thank you haha, I do be writing a lot of pre-series but I do have a lot of thoughts post-stanford too!!

I think a lot about s1 era when it comes to them kinda getting close again. One of my favs of reuniting in their weird relationship, jealousy. From growing up used to being all over each other to their separation, and Dean finding out Sam had a girlfriend he lived with, he kept his distance. Maybe Sam wouldn't feel the same way or would find anything disgusting now. He wanted out that life, right? All of it? So Dean goes and sleeps with women as usual and pretends to not notice when Sam glares at the ladies he slips away with. Or how annoyed Sam got when Dean returned the morning and smelt like sex and perfume. Chalking it off to Sam being upset to not getting laid.

Until Sam scares off one of the girls Dean planned to go home with and Dean confronts him, asking whats his problem. Sam grabs Dean and kisses him, hard. Both lucky to be in a random shitty dive bar with people who didnt know they were brothers who just kissed. Dean takes a moment to process, like what the fuck? Why would Sam do that, here of all places? Is he crazy? One too many beers deep?

"It should be me."

"What? Sammy– Why did you‐?"

"I hate seeing you with these random women, Dean. Have you ever considered how I feel? Did the past ever mean anything to you?"

Dean is shocked, growing irritated.

"Sam, you left. Had a girlfriend. Didnt lay a finger on me when we started hunting again. What was I supposed to think, huh?"

Sam was upset, angry and unfortunately understood what Dean meant. What he was feeling. He can't blame him.

"God, Dean you're so stupid! I left hints!"

"Hints? What, telepathically? Sorry, Sam, I dont read minds."

"This is exactly what I mean."

It takes a few more back and fourth arguing before Dean finally grabs Sam's hand and drags him out the bar, both sliding into Baby and sitting in silence for a moment. They dont move, face the windshield as all the anger and frustration seems to settle.

"Dean–"

Sam barely gets to speak before Deans across his seat and cupping his cheeks, pressing their lips together. It only takes a moment for Sam to melt into them and wrap his arms around Dean's neck, pulling him closer. They kiss and kiss, grabbing at clothes and body parts like they are starving for touch. Aching and craving for each other in every way. Until Sam is a whining mess and moaning Dean's name in pleas.

"I know, Sammy. I know."

No more words needed to be shared. Thry both understand. Their longing for each other was equally painful and tugged at both of them every year apart and together. It wad too easy to melt into each other and kiss like it was breathing. Sam thinks maybe he should have just said something. Dean thinks he should have asked about Sam's attitude, but he couldn't deny he liked thinking his baby brother was jealous.