Fic: Both Or Nothing, Sam/Dean/Danneel
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Fic title: Both Or Nothing
Pairing: Sam/Dean/Danneel
Rating: NC17
Word count: 2,135
A/N: Forspn_masquerade for the prompt “Sam and Dean go to Hollywood. However, they don’t find Lindsay Lohan-instead, they meet a budding starlet named Danneel Harris. Or, the story of the night Sam and Dean and Danneel had a threesome.”
Her name’s Danneel, and that’s not the only unusual thing about her. She sees through their cover story in about five seconds flat, which is probably a record.
“So, you’re clearly not casting agents, but we can pretend if you want.”
“Pretend?” Sam asks it like it’s a foreign concept. Like he never spent six weeks pretending to be one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when he was six.
“If that’s what you need to do,” Danneel purrs, and Dean is forgetting all about the fact that she might know something about the monster they’re supposed to be chasing.
She has a hand on Sam’s chest before he can make it clear that she’s got it wrong; he’s the one who gets lucky with random girls, not Sam.
Turns out she’s actually got it more right than anyone else ever did.
She gets it right away, even if they don’t. Haven’t. Couldn’t.
“I guess I’ll just…” Dean starts, and Danneel’s got a hand on his shoulder before he can move.
“Oh no you don’t. Both or nothing.”
“Both?” Sam asks, and his eyes are comically wide. Dean wants to laugh, but he also wants to fuck. He stays quiet.
“That’s the way you like it?” Dean asks her, and she smiles but it’s more like a smirk, her red lips turned up on one side and her red hair tossed back over one shoulder.
“I won’t be the only one.”
Sam looks like he’s going to lodge a protest, the idiot, but Danneel just cuts to the chase and grabs him by the belt, pulling him forward. He stumbles, all six foot whatever of him nearly falling into her, but she doesn’t fall, one greedy little hand sliding down to cup the bulge that Sam always seems to have in his goddamned pants while she cranes her neck up to get to his mouth.
Dean should probably leave. It would be the right thing to do. Probably what Sam expects. But his eyes are stuck on the way Danneel’s hand is squeezing his brother’s dick and the way Sam is kissing her like he wants to devour her on the spot.
Danneel seems to know that Dean’s all in. She takes her time with Sam, trusting that Dean won’t be able to back out. Of course, she doesn’t know they’re brothers. She doesn’t know them at all.
It’s not until Sam is walking her backward toward the bed, Danneel still leading him by the dick, that she finally breaks their kiss and looks around Sam to be sure Dean is still there.
“Come on, hot stuff,” she grins, and her mouth is so red now, red from Sam’s kisses.
Sam pauses and looks over his shoulder. Dean expects reproach, incredulity. What he gets instead is heat. Dark, smoldering, unmistakable passion in those fox eyes that Dean loves more than anything in the universe.
There’s a question in Sam’s eyes.
Dean’s hands go to his belt in answer.
Sam draws in an audible breath; he’s so hard, jeans tented. His hair is mussed, tangled. He’s fucking beautiful is what he is. Always has been.
They both watch as Dean unbuckles, unzips. His jeans fall to the floor and he steps out of his boots, kicks them aside. Tugs his shirt over his head.
“Everything,” Danneel says, and Sam’s eyes go to Dean’s shorts; to where his cock is threatening to bust out of them.
Dean’s been all in since Danneel looked from one of them to the other and bit her lip.
He strips his shorts down over his hips, frees his dick.
Sam’s eyebrows go a little higher, and then Danneel is moving, unbuckling his belt, dragging down his zipper. She undresses him while Dean watches; she undresses him for Dean, inch after inch of Sam’s strong body exposed for his brother’s eyes. Dean shivers with the wrongness of it; with anticipation. Lust crawls its way through his insides, hot and flowing. He’s flooded with want that he never knew was there.
Danneel grins like she’s always known. Sam is naked now, as naked as Dean.
They stare at each other so long she has time to take off her dress. Her bra. Her little red silk panties.
“Come on, boys,” she says, lying down on the bed. She tosses a condom to each of them.
“Nice reflexes,” she laughs, spreading her legs. “One of you in me, one of you in the other.”
Dean nearly stumbles; his legs won’t work with the bottom dropped out of his stomach and every drop of blood in his body rushing to his dick.
Sam looks just as incapacitated. He’s still looking at Dean, eyes so dark they’re nearly black. His cock bobs like someone’s touching it.
“Me,” Dean says, and makes himself move toward Danneel. “Me in you.”
“Ohgod,” Sam groans, grabbing for his own dick like he’s going to come just from the thought of it.
Dean thinks he’s going to last all of five seconds as he crawls onto the bed and between Danneel’s legs. She’s rubbing herself, wet and slick and arching her back already.
“Come on,” she urges, hands on his biceps, thighs wrapping around his hips. Her hand on his cock almost sets him off, and he grits his teeth as she slides him inside, hot and tight around him.
“Come on,” she says again, but she’s talking to Sam this time, motioning to the little bottle on the nightstand. “Hurry, we can’t wait. Won’t last long.”
Dean gasps out his brother’s name when Sam’s slick fingers part his cheeks and push inside him; it’s the first time Danneel has heard their real names.
“Come on, Sam,” she echoes, tightening around Dean so he can’t help moaning. “I need it. He needs it.”
“Ohgod,” Sam says again, and he increases the pressure, more inside Dean than he thinks he can take without going off like a firecracker. It’s a relief to feel some pain when Sam’s cock replaces his fingers, and Dean concentrates on the burn to fend off his climax as Sam starts moving.
Sam moving sets them all to moving. Danneel is writhing beneath him, her face a mask of pleasure, and Sam is grunting above him, his chest slick with sweat, hot against Dean’s back every time Sam rests his weight there. Dean’s sweating too, it’s in his eyes, dripping from under his arms. Sam’s braced on both arms, the muscles bulging and corded tight as he holds himself up. As he plunges his cock in and out of his brother.
It’s that thought that ruins Dean, as much as the burst of white hot pleasure zinging through him when Sam hits him just right. It’s Sam, naked and gorgeous and taking him like it’s everything he’s ever wanted to do.
“Yes!” Danneel cries out, and he knows she’s coming too, feels guilty for a second that he wasn’t paying more attention to make sure. Then Sam makes a keening sound and joins her, and Dean would have to be superhuman to hold out after that. He adds his own gasp, trying to pump his hips forward into Danneel and back onto Sam’s thick cock at the same time. He’s probably jerking like a fish dying out of water, but he’s helpless to stop it, overcome by the most intense orgasm he’s had in a very long time.
Dean is still trying to catch his breath when Danneel starts pushing at him none too gently.
“Get off,” she complains, “You guys are fucking heavy.”
Sam groans and rolls to the side, and Dean recovers a little bit of being a gentleman and follows suit, flopping down beside his brother.
“Phew, that was good,” Danneel says. She’s flushed, sweaty, smiling. Gorgeous.
“So how long have you both wanted to do that?” she asks as she pulls on her panties.
Dean looks at Sam. Sam looks at Dean.
“You probably wouldn’t believe us if we told you,” Sam says finally.
Dean smiles.
spn_masquerade - so much fun playing!Fic title: Both Or Nothing
Pairing: Sam/Dean/Danneel
Rating: NC17
Word count: 2,135
A/N: For
spn_masquerade for the prompt “Sam and Dean go to Hollywood. However, they don’t find Lindsay Lohan-instead, they meet a budding starlet named Danneel Harris. Or, the story of the night Sam and Dean and Danneel had a threesome.”Her name’s Danneel, and that’s not the only unusual thing about her. She sees through their cover story in about five seconds flat, which is probably a record.
“So, you’re clearly not casting agents, but we can pretend if you want.”
“Pretend?” Sam asks it like it’s a foreign concept. Like he never spent six weeks pretending to be one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when he was six.
“If that’s what you need to do,” Danneel purrs, and Dean is forgetting all about the fact that she might know something about the monster they’re supposed to be chasing.
She has a hand on Sam’s chest before he can make it clear that she’s got it wrong; he’s the one who gets lucky with random girls, not Sam.
Turns out she’s actually got it more right than anyone else ever did.
She gets it right away, even if they don’t. Haven’t. Couldn’t.
“I guess I’ll just…” Dean starts, and Danneel’s got a hand on his shoulder before he can move.
“Oh no you don’t. Both or nothing.”
“Both?” Sam asks, and his eyes are comically wide. Dean wants to laugh, but he also wants to fuck. He stays quiet.
“That’s the way you like it?” Dean asks her, and she smiles but it’s more like a smirk, her red lips turned up on one side and her red hair tossed back over one shoulder.
“I won’t be the only one.”
Sam looks like he’s going to lodge a protest, the idiot, but Danneel just cuts to the chase and grabs him by the belt, pulling him forward. He stumbles, all six foot whatever of him nearly falling into her, but she doesn’t fall, one greedy little hand sliding down to cup the bulge that Sam always seems to have in his goddamned pants while she cranes her neck up to get to his mouth.
Dean should probably leave. It would be the right thing to do. Probably what Sam expects. But his eyes are stuck on the way Danneel’s hand is squeezing his brother’s dick and the way Sam is kissing her like he wants to devour her on the spot.
Danneel seems to know that Dean’s all in. She takes her time with Sam, trusting that Dean won’t be able to back out. Of course, she doesn’t know they’re brothers. She doesn’t know them at all.
It’s not until Sam is walking her backward toward the bed, Danneel still leading him by the dick, that she finally breaks their kiss and looks around Sam to be sure Dean is still there.
“Come on, hot stuff,” she grins, and her mouth is so red now, red from Sam’s kisses.
Sam pauses and looks over his shoulder. Dean expects reproach, incredulity. What he gets instead is heat. Dark, smoldering, unmistakable passion in those fox eyes that Dean loves more than anything in the universe.
There’s a question in Sam’s eyes.
Dean’s hands go to his belt in answer.
Sam draws in an audible breath; he’s so hard, jeans tented. His hair is mussed, tangled. He’s fucking beautiful is what he is. Always has been.
They both watch as Dean unbuckles, unzips. His jeans fall to the floor and he steps out of his boots, kicks them aside. Tugs his shirt over his head.
“Everything,” Danneel says, and Sam’s eyes go to Dean’s shorts; to where his cock is threatening to bust out of them.
Dean’s been all in since Danneel looked from one of them to the other and bit her lip.
He strips his shorts down over his hips, frees his dick.
Sam’s eyebrows go a little higher, and then Danneel is moving, unbuckling his belt, dragging down his zipper. She undresses him while Dean watches; she undresses him for Dean, inch after inch of Sam’s strong body exposed for his brother’s eyes. Dean shivers with the wrongness of it; with anticipation. Lust crawls its way through his insides, hot and flowing. He’s flooded with want that he never knew was there.
Danneel grins like she’s always known. Sam is naked now, as naked as Dean.
They stare at each other so long she has time to take off her dress. Her bra. Her little red silk panties.
“Come on, boys,” she says, lying down on the bed. She tosses a condom to each of them.
“Nice reflexes,” she laughs, spreading her legs. “One of you in me, one of you in the other.”
Dean nearly stumbles; his legs won’t work with the bottom dropped out of his stomach and every drop of blood in his body rushing to his dick.
Sam looks just as incapacitated. He’s still looking at Dean, eyes so dark they’re nearly black. His cock bobs like someone’s touching it.
“Me,” Dean says, and makes himself move toward Danneel. “Me in you.”
“Ohgod,” Sam groans, grabbing for his own dick like he’s going to come just from the thought of it.
Dean thinks he’s going to last all of five seconds as he crawls onto the bed and between Danneel’s legs. She’s rubbing herself, wet and slick and arching her back already.
“Come on,” she urges, hands on his biceps, thighs wrapping around his hips. Her hand on his cock almost sets him off, and he grits his teeth as she slides him inside, hot and tight around him.
“Come on,” she says again, but she’s talking to Sam this time, motioning to the little bottle on the nightstand. “Hurry, we can’t wait. Won’t last long.”
Dean gasps out his brother’s name when Sam’s slick fingers part his cheeks and push inside him; it’s the first time Danneel has heard their real names.
“Come on, Sam,” she echoes, tightening around Dean so he can’t help moaning. “I need it. He needs it.”
“Ohgod,” Sam says again, and he increases the pressure, more inside Dean than he thinks he can take without going off like a firecracker. It’s a relief to feel some pain when Sam’s cock replaces his fingers, and Dean concentrates on the burn to fend off his climax as Sam starts moving.
Sam moving sets them all to moving. Danneel is writhing beneath him, her face a mask of pleasure, and Sam is grunting above him, his chest slick with sweat, hot against Dean’s back every time Sam rests his weight there. Dean’s sweating too, it’s in his eyes, dripping from under his arms. Sam’s braced on both arms, the muscles bulging and corded tight as he holds himself up. As he plunges his cock in and out of his brother.
It’s that thought that ruins Dean, as much as the burst of white hot pleasure zinging through him when Sam hits him just right. It’s Sam, naked and gorgeous and taking him like it’s everything he’s ever wanted to do.
“Yes!” Danneel cries out, and he knows she’s coming too, feels guilty for a second that he wasn’t paying more attention to make sure. Then Sam makes a keening sound and joins her, and Dean would have to be superhuman to hold out after that. He adds his own gasp, trying to pump his hips forward into Danneel and back onto Sam’s thick cock at the same time. He’s probably jerking like a fish dying out of water, but he’s helpless to stop it, overcome by the most intense orgasm he’s had in a very long time.
Dean is still trying to catch his breath when Danneel starts pushing at him none too gently.
“Get off,” she complains, “You guys are fucking heavy.”
Sam groans and rolls to the side, and Dean recovers a little bit of being a gentleman and follows suit, flopping down beside his brother.
“Phew, that was good,” Danneel says. She’s flushed, sweaty, smiling. Gorgeous.
“So how long have you both wanted to do that?” she asks as she pulls on her panties.
Dean looks at Sam. Sam looks at Dean.
“You probably wouldn’t believe us if we told you,” Sam says finally.
Dean smiles.
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