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stephanometraTitle: Ifs & Ands
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Rating: NC17
Summary: No buts, Dean said, and grinned as Sam's eyes got wide.
Warnings: Uh, threesome. Experimental style.
Notes: A very belated gift for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vinylroad's birthday, which may or may not have been spurred to completion by hers and zelost_mind's fucking atomically hot porning of late. >.> OH YEAH, AND SAM IS UNREPENTANTLY UNDERAGE. TAKE THAT, 6A. 700 words.
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Fuck yes, Dean said to the maybe-legal barfly when she bit his earlobe and asked him to bring her back to his place. Dad was two states over on a routine salt-and-burn, and Sam was working on some stupid geeky thing for school and said he wouldn't be back until late; they'd have the apartment to themselves, and it wasn't anyone's business but hers why she didn't want Dean to come home with her.
Shit, sorry, Sam said when he opened the door and saw them on the couch, Dean's pants around his ankles, her shirt nowhere to be seen, and her lips wrapped tight and sinful around his cock. He ducked back out the way he'd come, face aflame with the natural modesty of any fifteen-year-old kid who walks in on his brother getting a blowjob.
Who's he? she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at Dean curiously.
My brother, he said, glancing at the door. If he knew Sam (and Dean did), the kid was probably sitting outside on the doorstep, giving them a couple of patient, considerate minutes to move the action to Dad's bed before he came in and bolted for their room.
He's cute, she said, and the way she licked her lips scattered Dean's thoughts, made any reply he might have offered stutter and die en route to his mouth. He almost tripped over himself in his haste to button his jeans, wincing as he tucked in his eager cock, and throw open the front door. Sam tried to argue with him, eyes sullen and uncertain and lingering a little too long on the hard line of his dick in his pants, but Dean just pushed him inside.
No buts, he said, and grinned as Sam's eyes got wide.
I'm Sam, he stuttered, staring at her tits.
Hi, Sam, she said, and pushed him down on the couch, fingers already plucking at his belt.
Jesus Christ, Sam said, hips stuttering as she licked a salty line up his cock, eyes glued to Dean's hands lifting her skirt, settling on her ass. She wasn't wearing panties, and she was shaved bare, the slick of her glistening at the junction of her thighs.
Right there, she moaned as Dean pressed his fingers into her cunt, circled her clit with rough fingertips.
Then: fuck me. And God, Dean did.
Take it, he said, pushing his cock into her dripping little slit with hard snaps of his hips, wanting to force her down further on Sam's dick. She choked a little, and it just made him fuck her harder, made Sam keen and rock up into her throat.
God, I'm, Sam cried, and Dean felt it in her cunt, felt her shuddering as she swallowed, felt her movements gentling as she sucked him through it. And then Sam settled back against the couch, breathing hard, and gently, awkwardly stroked her hair, and Dean was gone, shooting off inside her, making her wetter with his spend.
No, no, she said, disappointed, as he pulled free; she clung to Sam's thighs and thrust back restlessly, looking for his cock.
So close, she moaned, and Dean pulled her back, turned her over so her back was on the threadbare carpet and pressed his lips against her clit. She came when he dipped his tongue into her center, tasting his bitter-salt over her sweetness, moaning. He glanced up at Sam, saw his brother cupping his balls, grinding down into his hand, still hard or already hard again, and Christ, he wanted to lick her sore, wanted to hold her open for Sam to fuck her and mix their come inside her. His dick twitched, pulsing with an aftershock.
Holy shit, she said, pushing at his shoulder, moaning that it was too much, God. And she smiled at Dean, sated.
Yeah, Dean said, but he wasn't looking at her.
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FEEDBACK ME. SERIOUSLY.
Pairing: Sam/Dean/OFC
Rating: NC17
Summary: No buts, Dean said, and grinned as Sam's eyes got wide.
Warnings: Uh, threesome. Experimental style.
Notes: A very belated gift for
vinylroad's birthday, which may or may not have been spurred to completion by hers and zelost_mind's fucking atomically hot porning of late. >.> OH YEAH, AND SAM IS UNREPENTANTLY UNDERAGE. TAKE THAT, 6A. 700 words.Fuck yes, Dean said to the maybe-legal barfly when she bit his earlobe and asked him to bring her back to his place. Dad was two states over on a routine salt-and-burn, and Sam was working on some stupid geeky thing for school and said he wouldn't be back until late; they'd have the apartment to themselves, and it wasn't anyone's business but hers why she didn't want Dean to come home with her.
Shit, sorry, Sam said when he opened the door and saw them on the couch, Dean's pants around his ankles, her shirt nowhere to be seen, and her lips wrapped tight and sinful around his cock. He ducked back out the way he'd come, face aflame with the natural modesty of any fifteen-year-old kid who walks in on his brother getting a blowjob.
Who's he? she asked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at Dean curiously.
My brother, he said, glancing at the door. If he knew Sam (and Dean did), the kid was probably sitting outside on the doorstep, giving them a couple of patient, considerate minutes to move the action to Dad's bed before he came in and bolted for their room.
He's cute, she said, and the way she licked her lips scattered Dean's thoughts, made any reply he might have offered stutter and die en route to his mouth. He almost tripped over himself in his haste to button his jeans, wincing as he tucked in his eager cock, and throw open the front door. Sam tried to argue with him, eyes sullen and uncertain and lingering a little too long on the hard line of his dick in his pants, but Dean just pushed him inside.
No buts, he said, and grinned as Sam's eyes got wide.
I'm Sam, he stuttered, staring at her tits.
Hi, Sam, she said, and pushed him down on the couch, fingers already plucking at his belt.
Jesus Christ, Sam said, hips stuttering as she licked a salty line up his cock, eyes glued to Dean's hands lifting her skirt, settling on her ass. She wasn't wearing panties, and she was shaved bare, the slick of her glistening at the junction of her thighs.
Right there, she moaned as Dean pressed his fingers into her cunt, circled her clit with rough fingertips.
Then: fuck me. And God, Dean did.
Take it, he said, pushing his cock into her dripping little slit with hard snaps of his hips, wanting to force her down further on Sam's dick. She choked a little, and it just made him fuck her harder, made Sam keen and rock up into her throat.
God, I'm, Sam cried, and Dean felt it in her cunt, felt her shuddering as she swallowed, felt her movements gentling as she sucked him through it. And then Sam settled back against the couch, breathing hard, and gently, awkwardly stroked her hair, and Dean was gone, shooting off inside her, making her wetter with his spend.
No, no, she said, disappointed, as he pulled free; she clung to Sam's thighs and thrust back restlessly, looking for his cock.
So close, she moaned, and Dean pulled her back, turned her over so her back was on the threadbare carpet and pressed his lips against her clit. She came when he dipped his tongue into her center, tasting his bitter-salt over her sweetness, moaning. He glanced up at Sam, saw his brother cupping his balls, grinding down into his hand, still hard or already hard again, and Christ, he wanted to lick her sore, wanted to hold her open for Sam to fuck her and mix their come inside her. His dick twitched, pulsing with an aftershock.
Holy shit, she said, pushing at his shoulder, moaning that it was too much, God. And she smiled at Dean, sated.
Yeah, Dean said, but he wasn't looking at her.
