Summary: Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.
Characters: Sam Winchester x Donna Hanscum x Dean Winchester
Warnings: explicit, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, voyeurism, Sam directing while masturbating, spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood, thorough Winchester fucking™ @wayward-and-worn
Word Count: 7785
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
“Tell us what you want,” Dean says in between kisses. “And what you don’t want.”
“You askin’ me?” Donna replies in a low purr. “Or Sam?”
Dean smiles again, never parting too far with her lush lips. “Yeah, you,” he answers. “We need some boundaries to start. Then Sammy can…” Dean drags his lips over her jaw to the side of her face closest to Sam and looks him in the eye. “Give us some direction.”
Sam’s breath catches in his throat at Donna’s implication and the offer Dean’s making. Not only does he get to watch, but he can make requests.
Jesus.
“Hmm,” Donna starts. “I sure like kissin’ you,” she says, draping her arms over his shoulders and toying with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Maybe I should kiss you all over then,” Dean says, placing wet, intentional kisses across her delicate collarbones. “All the way down.”
The imagery of Dean buried face first in Donna’s cunt makes Sam groan out loud.
Donna grins bright and arches her neck, head back on a sigh, eyes closed. “Meh, I’ve never really enjoyed the oral experience,” she says before rolling her head to the side then back upright to look at Sam. “I like penetration.” A small, wicked smile twists her kiss-swollen lips.
“Well, darlin’,” Dean says, pushing her sweatshirt up and over her head to reveal a thin, white tank top. “You’ve never experienced my oral.” He mouths at her already tight nipples to make the fabric wet and Sam can’t get enough of the way she squirms and groans in his brother’s lap.
“Ya see,” Dean continues. “Eatin’ pussy’s like eatin’ pie.” He’s made her tank top entirely see-through where her nipples are concerned. Sam licks his lips and grips his hard cock tight over the denim fabric.
“And you know how I love pie,” Dean says, gripping Donna’s broad hips and moving to stand. She squeals a little, wraps her legs around him and holds on tight as he walks three paces to the bed, lays her there on her back and kneels on the floor between her legs. “Can I?” he asks, playfully, blinking innocently and he traces the patterns on the knees of her yoga pants.
Donna’s sprawled on her back, arms flung wide, already looking so satisfied, her hair fanned around her head. She rises to her elbows then reaches to cup Dean’s jaw and he leans into it. “OK, cowboy,” she says. “Show me whatcha got.”
Dean’s grin is all mischief as he drags Donna’s yoga pants over her hips. Sam moves to get a better look. “How wet is she?” Sam asks his brother as he pops the button of his jeans. “God, I can smell her from here.”
Dean chuckles quietly, tossing Donna’s pants over his shoulder then dragging her ass to the edge of the bed by her knees. He drapes them over his shoulders and dips in to place a kiss to her center.
Donna gasps. “Dean!” She bucks instinctually into his face.
“Oh, dude,” Dean groans, bringing a hand up and pushing his thick middle finger inside her. “Sooo wet.” He wraps an arm around one of her thighs to keep her steady but for tiny pushes of her hips onto his finger and face. “Gonna fuck my hand and mouth, D? Hmm?” He takes her in his mouth full and moans.
“Shit,” Sam whispers, gripping his bared cock in his hot hand. He can hear how wet she is – hear the squelching noises as she grinds into Dean’s face. “Get her top off, man, I wanna see her.”
Dean laughs, and Donna sits all the way up long enough to pull her tank top over her head. “Better?” she asks, tossing Sam her shirt and a look as she settles back on her elbows.
Sam catches the garment with one hand and smirks. “Much,” he answers, holding the piece up to his nose, inhaling her scent - clean sweat and honey - before setting the top aside and skimming his gaze over her full breasts. “You’re gorgeous.”
Sam works his length as he watches Dean bob between Donna’s open thighs. Donna lays back again, cups her breasts and moans in approval. “Hooo,” she breathes. “You weren’t kiddin’. Wow.” She pulls at her nipples and stares hard at the ceiling then drags her gaze to Sam. “He’s really good at this, Sam.”
She’s out of breath and so is Sam, but they’re both smiling. “Tell me what he’s doing,” Sam says, slowing his thrusts into his hand to drag it out. Just watching her breasts bounce with Dean’s movements is enough to make him come; he wants this to last.
“He’s…” Donna breathes heavy and hard. “He’s two fingers deep, and holy moly he knows how to find that spot.” She looks down at Dean. “Your mouth… his mouth is so hot right on my-” Donna hisses and squeezes her eyes shut. “Ah!”
Her back arches off the bed and Sam has to slow his breathing, take his hand away from himself, and close his eyes for a moment in order not to come with her. He listens to her panting, to Dean chuckling as he moves up her body. “I got mad skills, baby doll,” Dean says, and Sam rolls his eyes open.
“Dude,” Sam scolds, secretly thankful for the respite of cheeseball to keep his orgasm at bay.
Donna’s giggling and grinning wide, a sheen of sweat making her sun-bronzed skin shimmer in the low light, as she watches Dean stand and disrobe. Dean smirks and licks his lips, Donna bites her own bottom lip and scoots backward toward the head of the bed, and Sam’s cock jumps for his attention.
He palms himself again as Dean crawls on hands and knees over Donna, hovers above her, dipping in to kiss her long and slow. Dean’s jaw works hard. His kisses look so focused yet languid, deep. Donna brings her knees up along his thighs, welcoming him in.
Dean breaks the kiss long enough to say, “What’s next, Sammy?” before setting back to licking into Donna’s mouth, gently sucking her curved top lip between his own.
“Touch him, Donna,” Sam says, pushes his legs open wide, cupping his balls and stroking his cock, pressing down. “You want to, right?”
Donna nods, deepening the kiss, running her hands up Dean’s chest and shoulders, pushes her fingers into his hair. The sounds she’s making are quiet but so pretty. Sam squeezes himself hard and starts to pump again.
“You two…” Donna breathes, letting Dean kiss her wherever he wants. “Ya know I couldn’t do this with anyone but you two.” Her hands are in Dean’s hair, but she’s looking at Sam.
Sam takes in the honesty and openness there. He realizes that he and Dean couldn’t do this exact thing with anyone else but her either. “I think we feel the same way,” he says. “Dean?”
“Mhmm,” Dean answers. “Nobody else but you, D-Train.” He reaches for his bag on the floor next to the bed and produces a condom. “You know, Sammy and me – we’ve only ever been in the same room fucking once, and we were hammered.” He laughs as he rips the condom open. “And young.” He glances at Sam and they lock eyes. “But this is different, Donna,” he says. “You’re different.”
Dean rolls the condom on and Sam openly watches with interest, his desire flaming higher. “Fuck her good, man,” Sam says, his breath shaking.
Then Dean stretches out over her, braces a forearm beside her head and plays with her hair as he guides himself inside her. “Oh, I plan on it, little brother,” he says, kissing her again as he thrusts all the way to the hilt.
Part Four
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