Fanfic - SPN: Watch and Play (Sam/Sarah/Dean)
Title: Watch and Play
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Sarah Blake/Dean Winchester
Prompt: Inspired by slodwick's Cellar Door (G-rated Manip). 023. Curious. For 100moods, challenge table here. 042. More-some. For 50kinkyways, challenge table here. 009. Bottom!Sam. For sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: 1955 words exactly
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: Vague spoilers for "Provenance." Slash. Het. Threesome. Wincest. Voyeurism. Graphic m/m, m/f, m/f/m, m/m/f sex. Smut. PWP. Established relationship. First time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Sarah knows that Sam and Dean are also Sam/Dean, but she didn't realize how hot that could be until she walked in on them.
Author's Notes: Apparently, I needed another break from the neverending!fic and, thanks to slodwick, this is what came out. My first threesome!fic. (Now with a sequel: She-and-Sam-and-Dean (NC-17, Slash/Het/Threesome: Sam/Sarah/Dean).)
"Shhh." Dean whispered it playfully across the back of Sarah's bare shoulder, as she moaned against Sam's collarbone with kisses and licks.
They said they didn't do this often, as in rarely, as in hardly more than never. Because neither of them was really good about sharing each other, or about sharing any of the others that might have come to mean something to one of them. Sarah was different, though, somehow, and they'd let her in to their world for a moment. She'd like to think it was because she understood them, even if she wasn't sure that she'd be able to handle what Sam and Dean had together.
At least, that was what she'd thought at first.
But she had walked in on them just now, the sheets twisted in a tangle of limbs, their mouths feasting on each other.
She'd walked in, and she hadn't turned around to walk back out again. She'd just watched, watched and fell for them both this time, fell for them as a bonded pair. And when they'd motioned her into the room, made space for her on the bed, she'd slipped out of her clothes and laid down between them.
Her leg was over Sam's thigh now, his cock pressed against her mound as three of Dean's fingers slid slowly in and out of her.
Then Sam said, "Sarah," like it was a prayer and she lifted her head, their lips meeting, opening to deepen the kiss. And she could feel the hand that Sam had rested on her hip, snake around to her ass and just a bit further. Dean tensed behind her, with a moan that made her pussy clamp down on his fingers, wanting more.
Sam was tonguing over her lips, with his hand on Dean's cock, and his own dick throbbing at the apex of her thighs.
She wanted to feel all of this more deeply, this connection, wanted to be able to see all the blurred and crossed lines of these two men, wanted to see beyond the rules and the norms and that they didn't seem to fit. She wanted to feel and know how these lines, as they'd drawn them, shifted and reordered them, were part of the tapestry they wrapped around themselves, the one that insulated them from the world around them.
She wanted to know what it felt like to ignore the lines that did nothing but hold her back, what it felt like to make her own way, to do what felt good even if no one could know.
She pulled her head back, Sam licking his lips, even though they both wanted to be licking each other's. And she said, "I want to feel you in me."
Sam's glance over her shoulder was almost nothing, a blink, but then he nodded. "Okay."
Then she heard Dean's gasp as Sam released his grip on Dean's cock. Sam slid his arms around and under her, then, rolling onto his back and setting her on his waist, his cock curving up to meet the round of her ass. Her breasts grazed over his chest as she lifted up a bit and reached back, guiding his cock into the wet folds of her cunt. She could feel the head pressing in and adjusted her position until she could slide back and down, taking him fully inside her with a moan, her hair spilling over his chest like an ebony waterfall.
And she was riding him. Her hips rolling slowly back and forth over his cock, the hot slick of her cunt wrapped tight around him, and he was filling her up. Then his hands were at her hips and he was guiding her movements faster. She saw Dean watching her and she licked her lips, him echoing that slip of tongue only to lean over and suck Sam's bottom lip into his mouth. They kissed with a kind of frenzy driven by lust and need, tongues and lips and teeth slip-sliding over each other. And she wondered if they could to taste her in the mix.
Then the pace was her own and she was riding Sam hard, tossing her head back, hair flying to cascade down her back with breathy "oh … oh yeah." Sam's hips were rising up to meet hers and he was moaning, muffled, into his brother's mouth. She felt the rumble of Dean's responding groan, his fingers, wet from the heat of her cunt, stroking up and down his cock now, strong and slow.
"Fuck." Sam pulled back from Dean, sucking air in through his teeth, and gripped her hips firmly as he began to drive up and into her, his head thrown back. Then her eyes snapped shut as he thrust up against that hot spot deep inside her and her own breaths started to come faster, stuttered. And he was pounding into her fast and hard and she felt the roll of pleasure spiraling up from deep inside, her body tensing as she cried out. Her blissed-out "ooohhh" was met by Sam's final deep thrust and his groan as he came, gushing hot inside her.
Coming down from that orgasmic high had her blinking down at two very sexy men, each with a sexy little smirk. She got the feeling she must have given a pretty good show. So she smiled, laughing a little, hardly blushing though her cheeks were flushed, and she lifted herself up and off Sam's cock to kneel at the bottom of the bed. "You boys have fun?"
"Not done yet." It was Dean who said it, looking at Sam with a level of lust that could have steamed up the whole room all by itself. And she didn't miss the way Sam's cock twitched at those words or the way his breathing became uneven, almost as if on cue.
Dean climbed over Sam, then, and kneeled up between his thighs. He turned to look at her, though, nodding up towards the pillows. "You might wanna come back up this way. I guarantee it'll be a better view." Sam puffed out air audibly and she knew she'd want to watch, knew she'd love to watch them. So, she moved, crawling up the bed and stretching out for the second act.
Dean wrapped his hand around Sam's soft cock, still covered in her come and Sam's, and Sam leaned up with a gasp. "Dean, I-" But all it took was a look from Dean, a knowing smile, and a soft "shhh," and Sam was laying back again, panting through the overload of sensation. Then Dean shifted, pulling his hand away from Sam's cock to cover his own, making sure it was slick from base to tip, before setting it at Sam's entrance and slowly pressing in.
Sam was taking long deep breaths as Dean inched into him, but when Dean was fully in him, he just stopped moving entirely. Sam's cock was slowly rising again and he was straining to move, to make Dean move. "Dean-"
"Not yet."
Sam was beginning to pant, his cock half-hard now. Dean was breathing heavier too, but still refusing to move. She wondered what that felt like, to be so full of cock, but with no movement, just the ache of that fullness and the throbbing pulse of his dick so deep inside. Her hand drifted downwards, her fingers dipping into her, and gliding with wetness up over her clit.
And she gasped softly as her fingers began rubbing over her clit, and just as Sam said, "please."
"Not. Yet."
Sam's cock was almost fully hard now and it hadn't been touched since before Dean slid into him. He was getting hard just feeling his brother's cock, throbbing inside him. Or maybe he liked the low timbre of Dean's voice, his commanding tone, liked having Dean in control. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her fingers rubbed tighter, faster circles over her clit.
Then Sam reached for his cock and Dean batted his hand away, which made Sam drop his head back into the pillow with an "oh god, Dean please" that sounded more like one desperate word than like four. And Dean started moving, finally, sliding his fist down to wrap around Sam's cock, making Sam buck up just as Dean was pulling back then driving up into him.
Dean's thrusts were brutal, relentless and deep, and the up and down slip of his fist on Sam's cock was just as rough, just as fast. The tempo their bodies were riding, pressing up and into each other, was pulling grunts and moans and "oh fuck" and "oh yeah" from both of them and she was hardly even aware that her own voice had joined the sounds of sex filling the room as her fingers rushed to keep time to all their ragged breaths.
Then there was an "oh … oh … oh" rising in tone and she knew that it was her. She saw the smirk curl up on Dean's face only moments before pleasure tore up through her with a moaned-out "yeeessss" that was quickly drowned out by Sam's "fuuuuuuck" as his dick shot hot seed over Dean's fist and onto his abs and chest. It was only seconds, then, until Dean, himself, was thrown into orgasm, with a shout and a shudder, filling Sam's ass with his come.
Before he opened his eyes, Dean inhaled and exhaled slowly, calming down, and when he opened them again, he pulled out slowly and leaned down to kiss Sam. And the kiss was soft and brief this time, but it held so much meaning. But Sam turned to her, when the kiss was done, and she slid closer to them. Sam kissed her gently, then, too, before pulling back to look from her to Dean with a little nod and a wag of his eyebrow. Dean rolled his eyes but bent to kiss her, and that kiss wasn't remotely chaste. It was like he wanted to taste all of her, and taste all of Sam in her. She couldn't help that it rekindled sparks of desire in her. She might have even reached up for him if he hadn't stopped to pull back, smiling down at his brother.
"Ya know, Sammy. I don't think the lady's satisfied."
Sam groaned. "Seriously? You two are insatiable! And I swear, I don't think my body's gonna be willing move for another half hour at least."
"I'm fine, Sam, really." She said it as sweetly and sincerely as she could, because she was fine. But she could also go another six or so rounds, watching and playing and watching and playing and … yeah … mmmm.
Sam scoffed, shaking his head against the pillow. "How about this? You two grab a shower and … figure something out … while I recuperate." He shrugged, then, revealing an almost-smirk he must have learned from Dean. "Then maybe I'll join you."
Dean's smirk was classic, the original, and truly meant for both her and Sam. "I'm game. How about you?"
She just smiled innocently, blinking up with doe eyes, then rolled off the bed and ran for the shower, shouting "ladies first!"
And she could hear both of them laughing behind her, Sam maybe especially hard, as Dean tumbled over and off the bed to give chase.
Yeah. She'd have to take back everything she'd said earlier, about not being able to handle Sam and Dean as a couple. Because now that she'd seen them and been with them, she was starting to think that it wouldn't be a problem to handle this kind of thing on a regular basis … maybe even all the time.
Sequel
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Sarah Blake/Dean Winchester
Prompt: Inspired by slodwick's Cellar Door (G-rated Manip). 023. Curious. For 100moods, challenge table here. 042. More-some. For 50kinkyways, challenge table here. 009. Bottom!Sam. For sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: 1955 words exactly
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: Vague spoilers for "Provenance." Slash. Het. Threesome. Wincest. Voyeurism. Graphic m/m, m/f, m/f/m, m/m/f sex. Smut. PWP. Established relationship. First time.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: Sarah knows that Sam and Dean are also Sam/Dean, but she didn't realize how hot that could be until she walked in on them.
Author's Notes: Apparently, I needed another break from the neverending!fic and, thanks to slodwick, this is what came out. My first threesome!fic. (Now with a sequel: She-and-Sam-and-Dean (NC-17, Slash/Het/Threesome: Sam/Sarah/Dean).)
"Shhh." Dean whispered it playfully across the back of Sarah's bare shoulder, as she moaned against Sam's collarbone with kisses and licks.
They said they didn't do this often, as in rarely, as in hardly more than never. Because neither of them was really good about sharing each other, or about sharing any of the others that might have come to mean something to one of them. Sarah was different, though, somehow, and they'd let her in to their world for a moment. She'd like to think it was because she understood them, even if she wasn't sure that she'd be able to handle what Sam and Dean had together.
At least, that was what she'd thought at first.
But she had walked in on them just now, the sheets twisted in a tangle of limbs, their mouths feasting on each other.
She'd walked in, and she hadn't turned around to walk back out again. She'd just watched, watched and fell for them both this time, fell for them as a bonded pair. And when they'd motioned her into the room, made space for her on the bed, she'd slipped out of her clothes and laid down between them.
Her leg was over Sam's thigh now, his cock pressed against her mound as three of Dean's fingers slid slowly in and out of her.
Then Sam said, "Sarah," like it was a prayer and she lifted her head, their lips meeting, opening to deepen the kiss. And she could feel the hand that Sam had rested on her hip, snake around to her ass and just a bit further. Dean tensed behind her, with a moan that made her pussy clamp down on his fingers, wanting more.
Sam was tonguing over her lips, with his hand on Dean's cock, and his own dick throbbing at the apex of her thighs.
She wanted to feel all of this more deeply, this connection, wanted to be able to see all the blurred and crossed lines of these two men, wanted to see beyond the rules and the norms and that they didn't seem to fit. She wanted to feel and know how these lines, as they'd drawn them, shifted and reordered them, were part of the tapestry they wrapped around themselves, the one that insulated them from the world around them.
She wanted to know what it felt like to ignore the lines that did nothing but hold her back, what it felt like to make her own way, to do what felt good even if no one could know.
She pulled her head back, Sam licking his lips, even though they both wanted to be licking each other's. And she said, "I want to feel you in me."
Sam's glance over her shoulder was almost nothing, a blink, but then he nodded. "Okay."
Then she heard Dean's gasp as Sam released his grip on Dean's cock. Sam slid his arms around and under her, then, rolling onto his back and setting her on his waist, his cock curving up to meet the round of her ass. Her breasts grazed over his chest as she lifted up a bit and reached back, guiding his cock into the wet folds of her cunt. She could feel the head pressing in and adjusted her position until she could slide back and down, taking him fully inside her with a moan, her hair spilling over his chest like an ebony waterfall.
And she was riding him. Her hips rolling slowly back and forth over his cock, the hot slick of her cunt wrapped tight around him, and he was filling her up. Then his hands were at her hips and he was guiding her movements faster. She saw Dean watching her and she licked her lips, him echoing that slip of tongue only to lean over and suck Sam's bottom lip into his mouth. They kissed with a kind of frenzy driven by lust and need, tongues and lips and teeth slip-sliding over each other. And she wondered if they could to taste her in the mix.
Then the pace was her own and she was riding Sam hard, tossing her head back, hair flying to cascade down her back with breathy "oh … oh yeah." Sam's hips were rising up to meet hers and he was moaning, muffled, into his brother's mouth. She felt the rumble of Dean's responding groan, his fingers, wet from the heat of her cunt, stroking up and down his cock now, strong and slow.
"Fuck." Sam pulled back from Dean, sucking air in through his teeth, and gripped her hips firmly as he began to drive up and into her, his head thrown back. Then her eyes snapped shut as he thrust up against that hot spot deep inside her and her own breaths started to come faster, stuttered. And he was pounding into her fast and hard and she felt the roll of pleasure spiraling up from deep inside, her body tensing as she cried out. Her blissed-out "ooohhh" was met by Sam's final deep thrust and his groan as he came, gushing hot inside her.
Coming down from that orgasmic high had her blinking down at two very sexy men, each with a sexy little smirk. She got the feeling she must have given a pretty good show. So she smiled, laughing a little, hardly blushing though her cheeks were flushed, and she lifted herself up and off Sam's cock to kneel at the bottom of the bed. "You boys have fun?"
"Not done yet." It was Dean who said it, looking at Sam with a level of lust that could have steamed up the whole room all by itself. And she didn't miss the way Sam's cock twitched at those words or the way his breathing became uneven, almost as if on cue.
Dean climbed over Sam, then, and kneeled up between his thighs. He turned to look at her, though, nodding up towards the pillows. "You might wanna come back up this way. I guarantee it'll be a better view." Sam puffed out air audibly and she knew she'd want to watch, knew she'd love to watch them. So, she moved, crawling up the bed and stretching out for the second act.
Dean wrapped his hand around Sam's soft cock, still covered in her come and Sam's, and Sam leaned up with a gasp. "Dean, I-" But all it took was a look from Dean, a knowing smile, and a soft "shhh," and Sam was laying back again, panting through the overload of sensation. Then Dean shifted, pulling his hand away from Sam's cock to cover his own, making sure it was slick from base to tip, before setting it at Sam's entrance and slowly pressing in.
Sam was taking long deep breaths as Dean inched into him, but when Dean was fully in him, he just stopped moving entirely. Sam's cock was slowly rising again and he was straining to move, to make Dean move. "Dean-"
"Not yet."
Sam was beginning to pant, his cock half-hard now. Dean was breathing heavier too, but still refusing to move. She wondered what that felt like, to be so full of cock, but with no movement, just the ache of that fullness and the throbbing pulse of his dick so deep inside. Her hand drifted downwards, her fingers dipping into her, and gliding with wetness up over her clit.
And she gasped softly as her fingers began rubbing over her clit, and just as Sam said, "please."
"Not. Yet."
Sam's cock was almost fully hard now and it hadn't been touched since before Dean slid into him. He was getting hard just feeling his brother's cock, throbbing inside him. Or maybe he liked the low timbre of Dean's voice, his commanding tone, liked having Dean in control. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her fingers rubbed tighter, faster circles over her clit.
Then Sam reached for his cock and Dean batted his hand away, which made Sam drop his head back into the pillow with an "oh god, Dean please" that sounded more like one desperate word than like four. And Dean started moving, finally, sliding his fist down to wrap around Sam's cock, making Sam buck up just as Dean was pulling back then driving up into him.
Dean's thrusts were brutal, relentless and deep, and the up and down slip of his fist on Sam's cock was just as rough, just as fast. The tempo their bodies were riding, pressing up and into each other, was pulling grunts and moans and "oh fuck" and "oh yeah" from both of them and she was hardly even aware that her own voice had joined the sounds of sex filling the room as her fingers rushed to keep time to all their ragged breaths.
Then there was an "oh … oh … oh" rising in tone and she knew that it was her. She saw the smirk curl up on Dean's face only moments before pleasure tore up through her with a moaned-out "yeeessss" that was quickly drowned out by Sam's "fuuuuuuck" as his dick shot hot seed over Dean's fist and onto his abs and chest. It was only seconds, then, until Dean, himself, was thrown into orgasm, with a shout and a shudder, filling Sam's ass with his come.
Before he opened his eyes, Dean inhaled and exhaled slowly, calming down, and when he opened them again, he pulled out slowly and leaned down to kiss Sam. And the kiss was soft and brief this time, but it held so much meaning. But Sam turned to her, when the kiss was done, and she slid closer to them. Sam kissed her gently, then, too, before pulling back to look from her to Dean with a little nod and a wag of his eyebrow. Dean rolled his eyes but bent to kiss her, and that kiss wasn't remotely chaste. It was like he wanted to taste all of her, and taste all of Sam in her. She couldn't help that it rekindled sparks of desire in her. She might have even reached up for him if he hadn't stopped to pull back, smiling down at his brother.
"Ya know, Sammy. I don't think the lady's satisfied."
Sam groaned. "Seriously? You two are insatiable! And I swear, I don't think my body's gonna be willing move for another half hour at least."
"I'm fine, Sam, really." She said it as sweetly and sincerely as she could, because she was fine. But she could also go another six or so rounds, watching and playing and watching and playing and … yeah … mmmm.
Sam scoffed, shaking his head against the pillow. "How about this? You two grab a shower and … figure something out … while I recuperate." He shrugged, then, revealing an almost-smirk he must have learned from Dean. "Then maybe I'll join you."
Dean's smirk was classic, the original, and truly meant for both her and Sam. "I'm game. How about you?"
She just smiled innocently, blinking up with doe eyes, then rolled off the bed and ran for the shower, shouting "ladies first!"
And she could hear both of them laughing behind her, Sam maybe especially hard, as Dean tumbled over and off the bed to give chase.
Yeah. She'd have to take back everything she'd said earlier, about not being able to handle Sam and Dean as a couple. Because now that she'd seen them and been with them, she was starting to think that it wouldn't be a problem to handle this kind of thing on a regular basis … maybe even all the time.
Sequel