Fanfic - SPN: She-and-Sam-and-Dean (NC-17, Slash/Het/Threesome: Sam/Sarah/Dean)
Title: She-and-Sam-and-Dean
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Sarah Blake/Dean Winchester
Prompt: For coiledsoul as part of bitch_jerkoff's Hot-Button-Kink Fic Swapathon. "075-Pleased" for 100moods, challenge table here. "040-Virgins" for 50kinkyways, challenge table here. "008-Rimming" for sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: ~2500 words.
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers. Virginity (sorta). Rimming. Double-penetration. Established relationship. Wincest. Slash. Het. Threesome. Smut. PWP. Graphic m/m, m/f, m/f/m sex.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: They've all been in bed together before, but they've never quite been all together … until now.
Betas: Thanks be to jasmasson and cherryscott. ♥
Soundtrack: Lick by Joi from the xXx Soundtrack Album (lyrics).
Author's Notes: This was intended as a companion piece to Watch and Play (NC-17, Slash/Het/Threesome: Sam/Sarah/Dean), so there are parallels, but you don't have to know that story to read this one. Actually, this is written with enough ambiguity that the female could really be someone other than Sarah if you'd prefer to read it that way.
Unique Christmas Gifts
She was settled warm between them, their bodies bare against hers as she breathed in the scent of cheap soap and clean skin. Sam was grinning all wobbly and sweet as he nuzzled her nose and pressed soft kisses into her lips. Dean was lounging easy just behind her, stroking a strong hand over her side and down her hip, sighing heat into her hair.
"So …" Her voice was softer, wispier than she'd thought it would be, but it didn't waver so much as taper off into the peaceful hush of the room.
"So …" Sam's voice answered hers but only just barely, his grin widening and tilting back and forth, half anxious and half joyful.
"So …" Dean's voice was a rumble against her neck and it carried his smirk and his surety like a badge. "How about all together?"
She let out air, midway between a gasp and a sigh, the vibration of some reaction trickling down her spine, but her brain couldn't wrap around the words as quickly as the rest of her. "All together?"
Sam's cock twitched, swelling against her thigh as he swallowed and spoke, a little shaky. "Dean …" He probably had something else to say, but the only thing that came out after his brother's name was a wanton huff as his body pressed closer into hers.
"Come on. Think about it." Dean's hand paused for a moment at the dip of her waist, his fingers rubbing slow circles against her stomach. "If we're both … in … at the same time … then everyone will feel everything." He said it with a flourish in his tone, like a sage whispering the secrets of the cosmos, and she wanted to eat those secrets up like candy, but she'd never … you know.
"Umm … hmm … uhh." She stammered, but then Dean's hand slipped over her bum and down between her thighs and she fought the urge to squeeze down as his fingers stroked through the dampness there without seeking entry. Suddenly, it wasn't just warm, it was hot. She was hot, sweat splashed at her hairline, and she had no idea if she could really handle everything Dean's words seemed to be begging for, but she wasn't quite at 'no' yet either.
Sam brought a hand to the side of her face and held it as his kisses became something stronger, something soothing but exciting all at once, and she leaned into the push-pull of his mouth against hers, his tongue against hers.
Dean sunk two fingers into her cunt, slowly gliding in, knuckle-deep, but largely unopposed, and she grunted softly into Sam's very next inhale as Dean twisted those fingers, letting them ride in and slide out to the beat of her breath.
She leaned into the strong heat of Sam's mouth, the smooth hardness of his arms and chest, and she groaned as her hips rocked back towards Dean, his cock brushing its own kisses against her curves as his fingers pumped gently inside her.
"Fuck," was the word Sam dropped, breathless, between them when her knuckles skimmed down his chest and abs until she could wrap her hand around his shaft and squeeze.
Dean kissed and licked along the curve of her neck, shoulder to ear, the wet from her arousal dripping over his hand until her thighs were slippery. He pressed a third finger in, flat in a row with the other two, then brought all three into a bunch along with his pinky, making her groan, almost too full, as all his hand but the thumb worked to stretch her wide.
Her hand moved up and down over Sam's cock, dry and gentle at first, but gripping tighter as her twists over the head spread more and more of his precome down to ease the way. He ground against her curled palm and growled against her lips, his fingers shifting up and into her hair, tightening to hold her closer even while she squirmed on his brother's fingers. The movement of his mouth over hers, though, couldn't dampen her whimper when Dean slid his thumb against her other tight hole.
"Wait!" She gasped out the word, nearly a screech, and both boys stilled almost instantly.
Sam pulled back with concerned wrinkles in his brow and questions in his eyes. "You okay?-"
"-Did I hurt you?" Dean's voice was pitched a touch higher with anxiety as he tripped over and into his brother's words.
"No. It's just- …" She bit down on the corner of her lip, the room suddenly feeling cool as she tried to find the right words. "I've never- …" Her head tilted off to the side as her eyes beseeched Sam to understand, but she gave up with a huff before either man had a chance to fill in the blank. "I've never done that before, okay? Not just two at once, but … back there at all."
Sam blinked at her rush of words before tossing out an "oh" with an understanding nod. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, though, as they flicked over her shoulder, initiating some silent conferencing with his other lover.
Dean pressed in close again, his fingers shifting inside her but not quite thrusting in and out again, and his lips were like butterflies against her back as he spoke, though his voice was nearly a growl. "Do you want me to stop?"
She sucked in breath, back arching into him even as she sought the answer in herself. The shudder that cascaded through her when Dean's thumb brushed over her back entrance, however, seemed an answer in and of itself. She found Sam's eyes again and held them, her own desire mirrored back tenfold when she finally surrendered. "Just … go slow."
Sam let out a sound that was gasp and groan all at once as he dove back into kissing her, harder now, and his hand slid from her face over her arm and down to press into the small of her back.
Dean pulled his fingers out and let them rake softly, wet, into the crease of her ass before swiping gently over her puckered hole. "Roll over" came out like a command, though she didn't quite know for who, but it combined with the sudden emptiness in her cunt and the pressure at her rear, making her shiver.
She was being lifted, then, her mouth leaving Sam's as he tugged her body up and onto him until she was straddling his stomach with his cock knocking lightly against her ass. Her hips didn't seem to mind the shift at all, though, and she moaned into the sweep of her hair as she ground her cunt down onto his hard abs.
Even with her not-so-subtle grinding, Sam's hands, flanking her body, worked to pull her down and closer as his cock sought friction in her curves. Then those lips that had mapped her own were being molded around one of her nipples, his tongue tweaking it gently as he sucked it into his mouth, sending ripples of yes to the clit she was rubbing down against his skin.
Dean's sneak attack, though, caught them both by surprise, as he knelt over Sam's legs a ways behind her and bent to let his mouth taste them both. His hands gripped the soft of her thighs and the scrape of his hair heightened her sensitivity as he tongued down between her cheeks to massage at her back hole and lap against his brother's cock.
It was- … It was- … She didn't know what it was except warm and firm and different, nerves that had never felt kisses and licks kicking into high gear as Sam groaned heat between her breasts. His hips shifted under her, seeking that same wash of wet from Dean's mouth, even as she ground back into it, taking all his attention and whining softly at the sucking she could hear and feel and- … "Oh! Oh!" Then a finger, semi-slick, was pressing in instead of tongue, filling the space of her exhale, and she could feel Dean's hair brush her ass as he made Sam's noises rumble with the wrap of lips on cock.
She squirmed as that finger squirmed, then more as Dean's mouth was plastered to her again, tongue teasing at first then wiggling in beside his finger and she stretched there for the first time with a groan and a shock up her spine. Sam was still grinding up, though, his teeth scraping gently over the swell of her bust as Dean tended to him too, multi-tasking hands and mouths, harmonizing moans. The tip of Dean's nose pressed further into the cleft he was spreading wide as his tongue dove deeper, her breath nearly hiccoughed as she thought of what this must look like, three people moving against each other, skin and scent and sound, all tinged with just a little dirt but, god, so much pleasure, so much 'yes'.
Her hand went to Sam's hair, directing him, guiding his mouth to tug at her other breast, making the nipple pebbly and rolling it on his tongue. He sucked like he could gain energy from drinking hers, from mouthing over her breast and lapping at that nub like it was something located far lower than that. It didn't help that Dean's tongue was fucking deep into her ass, loosening everything with spit, desire, and skill.
She almost whined when she felt that wet and writhing muscle slip out of her, and she nearly leapt up when his hands held her open and blew, cool air and wet skin making her spine jolt and her brain sizzle as noises she'd never even heard before shouted out from her throat.
"Fuck. So hot." Sam's words were barely audible under her sounds, but when she could come down enough to rub her cunt against him, harder now, she heard the rest. "Wanna feel you so bad, so fucking bad."
There wasn't a cue - they didn't need one - but the span of two breaths was all it took for there to be two fingers curling in her ass, Sam's words becoming groans of nothing as Dean went down on him again. Then it was Dean's hand brushing her heat as he angled his brother's cock into the wet of her cunt and it was Dean's voice that coaxed her down until she and Sam were both gasping through moans.
The last of her tension turned to liquid as her body flooded with the sensation of width sliding in and out of her cunt while fingers rubbed, slick and rough, against the inner walls of her ass. Sam's thrusts were smooth and something easier than quick, his hands at her waist with fingers long enough to brush against his brother's on her ass as he breathed 'yeah' and 'fuck' like there was no such thing as 'no'. Even Dean joined the new symphony of groans, the pattern stuttered, likely, by the shift and twist of his hand on his cock as his other fingers fucked her from behind.
She heard Dean spit before she felt it, a wet splatter between her cheeks that slid, his fingers working it into her hole, then again, and it was dirty and hot and she shuddered and lost all thought as a third finger thickened the bunch that kept sinking into her. She wasn't alone in her groans, though, that third making Sam's rhythm struggle as he felt the press of Dean's fingers against his cock while he fucked into her. There was one more step to go and she could feel Dean rise higher over his brother's thighs, the bed shifting and Sam modifying his thrusts, as Dean repositioned, one knee down and one knee up, his fingers continuing to work her last virgin hole open enough to accept his cock.
The spit she heard this time hit skin that wasn't her own and her breath pushed and pulled at her throat faster as she felt Dean's fingers slide out, a hand gripping her shoulder as his cock pressed against her entrance. Sam's upward grind paused as he panted his brother's name with curses and pleas even more than hers, while he tongued the soft of her swaying breasts. Then Dean mumbled mantras of 'breathe' and 'going slow' as his thumb stroked her back and he pushed in, just a little, she knew, but it felt like so much, like she'd break whenever she ended up full.
Her body wanted to fight that entry, push his cock out as it slowly pressed itself deeper into her ass, but her cunt was clenching around its own hostaged cock, feeling impossibly, beautifully strained as she took it all in. Sam sucked a broad swath of breast into his mouth, muffling his moan as his brother slid into her beside him, their flesh impossibly close and tightening everything she'd opened by filling every last hint of space. Dean's groan was the loudest, though, the longest, a string of curses as his fingers dug into her shoulder.
They stayed that way a moment, each remembering how and when to breathe, not even trying to say something reasoned or symbolic. It was all about an intimacy deep enough to shake them physically, a crash of needs, born and felt and groaned and fed.
That first stuttered withdrawal before that first thrust in together, nearly synchronized, was what shoved even their own names out of mind as they wrapped up in each other.
She ground back and down and Sam thrust up and deep and Dean drove in and slow and she felt stretched and full and fucked and fucked and fucked. There were no words, all forgotten in the heat of Sam and Dean and her between them, fucked, and them fucking into her and them fucking against each other through her and her taking two times three of their pleasure, thick and hot in her stomach until she just couldn't stand it and- … WHITE.
There was a dot in the bright of her blinding and sounds all around and she blinked, slow motion, at the splash and splash of come inside her as the room built itself back into her view.
She groaned, half in protest, half in thanks, as Dean pulled out and away, dropping to the bed beside them. Sam's eyes were shut, chest heaving gentler now, and he didn't seem intent on moving even half an inch, so she just flopped over him, shifting only the little needed to let him slip out and let herself stretch out on top. Dean's breath was ragged in her ear, but comforting somehow, proof that he was there.
She'd wonder later what this was and how this worked and Sam would calm her fears and Dean would soothe her aches and they'd keep going, all together, finding answers and new questions in the hush of words and the feel of skin.
Author: eboniorchid
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Sam Winchester/Sarah Blake/Dean Winchester
Prompt: For coiledsoul as part of bitch_jerkoff's Hot-Button-Kink Fic Swapathon. "075-Pleased" for 100moods, challenge table here. "040-Virgins" for 50kinkyways, challenge table here. "008-Rimming" for sam_slut_a_thon, challenge table here.
Word Count: ~2500 words.
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexuality.
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers. Virginity (sorta). Rimming. Double-penetration. Established relationship. Wincest. Slash. Het. Threesome. Smut. PWP. Graphic m/m, m/f, m/f/m sex.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Really. Nothing.
Summary: They've all been in bed together before, but they've never quite been all together … until now.
Betas: Thanks be to jasmasson and cherryscott. ♥
Soundtrack: Lick by Joi from the xXx Soundtrack Album (lyrics).
Author's Notes: This was intended as a companion piece to Watch and Play (NC-17, Slash/Het/Threesome: Sam/Sarah/Dean), so there are parallels, but you don't have to know that story to read this one. Actually, this is written with enough ambiguity that the female could really be someone other than Sarah if you'd prefer to read it that way.
Unique Christmas Gifts
She was settled warm between them, their bodies bare against hers as she breathed in the scent of cheap soap and clean skin. Sam was grinning all wobbly and sweet as he nuzzled her nose and pressed soft kisses into her lips. Dean was lounging easy just behind her, stroking a strong hand over her side and down her hip, sighing heat into her hair.
"So …" Her voice was softer, wispier than she'd thought it would be, but it didn't waver so much as taper off into the peaceful hush of the room.
"So …" Sam's voice answered hers but only just barely, his grin widening and tilting back and forth, half anxious and half joyful.
"So …" Dean's voice was a rumble against her neck and it carried his smirk and his surety like a badge. "How about all together?"
She let out air, midway between a gasp and a sigh, the vibration of some reaction trickling down her spine, but her brain couldn't wrap around the words as quickly as the rest of her. "All together?"
Sam's cock twitched, swelling against her thigh as he swallowed and spoke, a little shaky. "Dean …" He probably had something else to say, but the only thing that came out after his brother's name was a wanton huff as his body pressed closer into hers.
"Come on. Think about it." Dean's hand paused for a moment at the dip of her waist, his fingers rubbing slow circles against her stomach. "If we're both … in … at the same time … then everyone will feel everything." He said it with a flourish in his tone, like a sage whispering the secrets of the cosmos, and she wanted to eat those secrets up like candy, but she'd never … you know.
"Umm … hmm … uhh." She stammered, but then Dean's hand slipped over her bum and down between her thighs and she fought the urge to squeeze down as his fingers stroked through the dampness there without seeking entry. Suddenly, it wasn't just warm, it was hot. She was hot, sweat splashed at her hairline, and she had no idea if she could really handle everything Dean's words seemed to be begging for, but she wasn't quite at 'no' yet either.
Sam brought a hand to the side of her face and held it as his kisses became something stronger, something soothing but exciting all at once, and she leaned into the push-pull of his mouth against hers, his tongue against hers.
Dean sunk two fingers into her cunt, slowly gliding in, knuckle-deep, but largely unopposed, and she grunted softly into Sam's very next inhale as Dean twisted those fingers, letting them ride in and slide out to the beat of her breath.
She leaned into the strong heat of Sam's mouth, the smooth hardness of his arms and chest, and she groaned as her hips rocked back towards Dean, his cock brushing its own kisses against her curves as his fingers pumped gently inside her.
"Fuck," was the word Sam dropped, breathless, between them when her knuckles skimmed down his chest and abs until she could wrap her hand around his shaft and squeeze.
Dean kissed and licked along the curve of her neck, shoulder to ear, the wet from her arousal dripping over his hand until her thighs were slippery. He pressed a third finger in, flat in a row with the other two, then brought all three into a bunch along with his pinky, making her groan, almost too full, as all his hand but the thumb worked to stretch her wide.
Her hand moved up and down over Sam's cock, dry and gentle at first, but gripping tighter as her twists over the head spread more and more of his precome down to ease the way. He ground against her curled palm and growled against her lips, his fingers shifting up and into her hair, tightening to hold her closer even while she squirmed on his brother's fingers. The movement of his mouth over hers, though, couldn't dampen her whimper when Dean slid his thumb against her other tight hole.
"Wait!" She gasped out the word, nearly a screech, and both boys stilled almost instantly.
Sam pulled back with concerned wrinkles in his brow and questions in his eyes. "You okay?-"
"-Did I hurt you?" Dean's voice was pitched a touch higher with anxiety as he tripped over and into his brother's words.
"No. It's just- …" She bit down on the corner of her lip, the room suddenly feeling cool as she tried to find the right words. "I've never- …" Her head tilted off to the side as her eyes beseeched Sam to understand, but she gave up with a huff before either man had a chance to fill in the blank. "I've never done that before, okay? Not just two at once, but … back there at all."
Sam blinked at her rush of words before tossing out an "oh" with an understanding nod. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, though, as they flicked over her shoulder, initiating some silent conferencing with his other lover.
Dean pressed in close again, his fingers shifting inside her but not quite thrusting in and out again, and his lips were like butterflies against her back as he spoke, though his voice was nearly a growl. "Do you want me to stop?"
She sucked in breath, back arching into him even as she sought the answer in herself. The shudder that cascaded through her when Dean's thumb brushed over her back entrance, however, seemed an answer in and of itself. She found Sam's eyes again and held them, her own desire mirrored back tenfold when she finally surrendered. "Just … go slow."
Sam let out a sound that was gasp and groan all at once as he dove back into kissing her, harder now, and his hand slid from her face over her arm and down to press into the small of her back.
Dean pulled his fingers out and let them rake softly, wet, into the crease of her ass before swiping gently over her puckered hole. "Roll over" came out like a command, though she didn't quite know for who, but it combined with the sudden emptiness in her cunt and the pressure at her rear, making her shiver.
She was being lifted, then, her mouth leaving Sam's as he tugged her body up and onto him until she was straddling his stomach with his cock knocking lightly against her ass. Her hips didn't seem to mind the shift at all, though, and she moaned into the sweep of her hair as she ground her cunt down onto his hard abs.
Even with her not-so-subtle grinding, Sam's hands, flanking her body, worked to pull her down and closer as his cock sought friction in her curves. Then those lips that had mapped her own were being molded around one of her nipples, his tongue tweaking it gently as he sucked it into his mouth, sending ripples of yes to the clit she was rubbing down against his skin.
Dean's sneak attack, though, caught them both by surprise, as he knelt over Sam's legs a ways behind her and bent to let his mouth taste them both. His hands gripped the soft of her thighs and the scrape of his hair heightened her sensitivity as he tongued down between her cheeks to massage at her back hole and lap against his brother's cock.
It was- … It was- … She didn't know what it was except warm and firm and different, nerves that had never felt kisses and licks kicking into high gear as Sam groaned heat between her breasts. His hips shifted under her, seeking that same wash of wet from Dean's mouth, even as she ground back into it, taking all his attention and whining softly at the sucking she could hear and feel and- … "Oh! Oh!" Then a finger, semi-slick, was pressing in instead of tongue, filling the space of her exhale, and she could feel Dean's hair brush her ass as he made Sam's noises rumble with the wrap of lips on cock.
She squirmed as that finger squirmed, then more as Dean's mouth was plastered to her again, tongue teasing at first then wiggling in beside his finger and she stretched there for the first time with a groan and a shock up her spine. Sam was still grinding up, though, his teeth scraping gently over the swell of her bust as Dean tended to him too, multi-tasking hands and mouths, harmonizing moans. The tip of Dean's nose pressed further into the cleft he was spreading wide as his tongue dove deeper, her breath nearly hiccoughed as she thought of what this must look like, three people moving against each other, skin and scent and sound, all tinged with just a little dirt but, god, so much pleasure, so much 'yes'.
Her hand went to Sam's hair, directing him, guiding his mouth to tug at her other breast, making the nipple pebbly and rolling it on his tongue. He sucked like he could gain energy from drinking hers, from mouthing over her breast and lapping at that nub like it was something located far lower than that. It didn't help that Dean's tongue was fucking deep into her ass, loosening everything with spit, desire, and skill.
She almost whined when she felt that wet and writhing muscle slip out of her, and she nearly leapt up when his hands held her open and blew, cool air and wet skin making her spine jolt and her brain sizzle as noises she'd never even heard before shouted out from her throat.
"Fuck. So hot." Sam's words were barely audible under her sounds, but when she could come down enough to rub her cunt against him, harder now, she heard the rest. "Wanna feel you so bad, so fucking bad."
There wasn't a cue - they didn't need one - but the span of two breaths was all it took for there to be two fingers curling in her ass, Sam's words becoming groans of nothing as Dean went down on him again. Then it was Dean's hand brushing her heat as he angled his brother's cock into the wet of her cunt and it was Dean's voice that coaxed her down until she and Sam were both gasping through moans.
The last of her tension turned to liquid as her body flooded with the sensation of width sliding in and out of her cunt while fingers rubbed, slick and rough, against the inner walls of her ass. Sam's thrusts were smooth and something easier than quick, his hands at her waist with fingers long enough to brush against his brother's on her ass as he breathed 'yeah' and 'fuck' like there was no such thing as 'no'. Even Dean joined the new symphony of groans, the pattern stuttered, likely, by the shift and twist of his hand on his cock as his other fingers fucked her from behind.
She heard Dean spit before she felt it, a wet splatter between her cheeks that slid, his fingers working it into her hole, then again, and it was dirty and hot and she shuddered and lost all thought as a third finger thickened the bunch that kept sinking into her. She wasn't alone in her groans, though, that third making Sam's rhythm struggle as he felt the press of Dean's fingers against his cock while he fucked into her. There was one more step to go and she could feel Dean rise higher over his brother's thighs, the bed shifting and Sam modifying his thrusts, as Dean repositioned, one knee down and one knee up, his fingers continuing to work her last virgin hole open enough to accept his cock.
The spit she heard this time hit skin that wasn't her own and her breath pushed and pulled at her throat faster as she felt Dean's fingers slide out, a hand gripping her shoulder as his cock pressed against her entrance. Sam's upward grind paused as he panted his brother's name with curses and pleas even more than hers, while he tongued the soft of her swaying breasts. Then Dean mumbled mantras of 'breathe' and 'going slow' as his thumb stroked her back and he pushed in, just a little, she knew, but it felt like so much, like she'd break whenever she ended up full.
Her body wanted to fight that entry, push his cock out as it slowly pressed itself deeper into her ass, but her cunt was clenching around its own hostaged cock, feeling impossibly, beautifully strained as she took it all in. Sam sucked a broad swath of breast into his mouth, muffling his moan as his brother slid into her beside him, their flesh impossibly close and tightening everything she'd opened by filling every last hint of space. Dean's groan was the loudest, though, the longest, a string of curses as his fingers dug into her shoulder.
They stayed that way a moment, each remembering how and when to breathe, not even trying to say something reasoned or symbolic. It was all about an intimacy deep enough to shake them physically, a crash of needs, born and felt and groaned and fed.
That first stuttered withdrawal before that first thrust in together, nearly synchronized, was what shoved even their own names out of mind as they wrapped up in each other.
She ground back and down and Sam thrust up and deep and Dean drove in and slow and she felt stretched and full and fucked and fucked and fucked. There were no words, all forgotten in the heat of Sam and Dean and her between them, fucked, and them fucking into her and them fucking against each other through her and her taking two times three of their pleasure, thick and hot in her stomach until she just couldn't stand it and- … WHITE.
There was a dot in the bright of her blinding and sounds all around and she blinked, slow motion, at the splash and splash of come inside her as the room built itself back into her view.
She groaned, half in protest, half in thanks, as Dean pulled out and away, dropping to the bed beside them. Sam's eyes were shut, chest heaving gentler now, and he didn't seem intent on moving even half an inch, so she just flopped over him, shifting only the little needed to let him slip out and let herself stretch out on top. Dean's breath was ragged in her ear, but comforting somehow, proof that he was there.
She'd wonder later what this was and how this worked and Sam would calm her fears and Dean would soothe her aches and they'd keep going, all together, finding answers and new questions in the hush of words and the feel of skin.