"Pairing": Danny Wagner x (F) Reader x Sam Kiszka
Word Count: 4165
Please read the following carefully before continuing: oral sex; fingering; non-penetrative, unprotected sex; slight m/m; it's a threesome, y'all. 18+ read at your own discretion.
This is a personal fantasy I thought I would repent in the form of writing. I figure, if I find this hot, there has to be someone else who will find it hot too, so why not share the love (literally)?
Anyway, those of you who choose to read, I sincerely hope you enjoy it as much I do <3
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Your heart racing in your chest, thumping in your ears, you sat on the edge of the bed with Sam sitting on your right and Danny on your left, both of you already a little disheveled, though you were the only one with your pants already off. It had all been such a blur you couldn't even remember when that happened, or when you'd unbuttoned Sam's shirt, or when Danny had unbuckled his belt, but you were settling down between the two of them anyway, with Sam's hand going to your arm, tilting you toward him, and one of Danny's hands on your waist, the other on your shoulder.
The most hysterical part of all of it was, you thought, that all of you were sober and doing this. It had started out as a joke, the idea of having a threeway, but then you'd kissed Danny and Sam had maybe pretended, maybe not, to get jealous and kiss you next, then you were all in your bedroom with the blinds shut and only your desk lamp allowing for some subdued, golden light to shine over all of you.
Sam leaned in and kissed you gently, his lips barely doing anything more than brushing against yours, then Danny asked, "You're okay with this?"
You reached your arm behind you, keeping Danny's hand firmly on your waist. "Yeah. I love you guys," you assured them. You really would never do it with anyone else but Danny and Sam were everything to you–some of the closest friends you had and two people you always felt safe with.
"We love you too," Danny said after meeting Sam's gaze, both of them smiling, their own nervousness seeming to dissipate little by little. Their faces were flushed too–you were all on the same page, and that mattered more than anything else.
You'd never done anything with either of them, except a sloppy, drunken kiss one time with Sam and one time Danny slapped your ass, but nothing more. Regardless, your body was responding eagerly to their touches, your skin growing warm and hypersensitive, and your mind was slowing down with ease as well, your anxieties being lifted away as Danny stroked your hair and Sam kissed your lips again.
"Your skin is so soft," you said to Sam in between kisses, your fingers resting on his cheek.
He smiled and kissed your jaw. "Can I touch more of yours?"
You nodded and then felt Danny lift your shirt up, easing it over your head, and then you were in your bra and underwear. You laughed a little, surveying Sam still fully clothed, and looked behind you to survey the same with Danny. They looked at one another, getting the message, and Sam pulled his shirt away from himself. You felt Danny shuffling behind you and then his shirt was on floor and his arms were around you, his cheek resting on your shoulder, as Sam brushed your hair out of the way and landed his mouth on yours again.
You sighed against Sam's mouth, his kisses still gentle and slow, and Danny's kisses on your neck matching, his hands traveling up to your breasts and squeezing, massaging through your bra. As Sam's hands moved to your thighs, his right sliding between them, you could feel Danny getting hard against your lower back, through his open fly. You turned around, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and enveloped him in a deep kiss, easily sliding your tongue into his mouth. He slid one hand through your hair, cradling the back of your head, and slipped the other one between your legs where Sam had been, brushing his thumb against you through your underwear.
Sam stood up then, trailing his fingers through your hair as he did, and you heard him drop his pants and kick them aside. Your heart was back to racing, the anticipation of the new and unknown so simultaneously alluring and frightening, but again you were calmed when Danny nudged your cheek with his nose and moved his mouth down to your jaw.
You squeezed Danny's hand before sliding off the bed and onto your knees, looking up Sam's legs, his torso, his chest then to his sweet, still slightly surprised face, and laughed a little, then turned to look at Danny.
"Come on, Danny," you said, gesturing for him to get up.
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
You smiled and took his hand, urging him to get up. "Let's try it."
Sam nodded and started to palm himself through his boxers; Danny got up and rid himself of his jeans. You centered yourself between them, turning to Sam first and placing your hands on his hips. You kissed his abdomen, his cock hard and warm right under your chin, and pressed your mouth to it through the fabric, your tongue flat against its length, lips pursing around it.
"Fuck," Sam groaned, one hand going for your hair.
You'd never given too much thought to what Sam's dick might look like–although you couldn't deny that you'd given it some thought–but when you slid his boxers down his legs, his hard, pink cock sprung out slightly bigger than you expected. You took a moment to mentally center yourself, wrapping your hand around it, then lowered yourself, licking from base to tip, coating it with your saliva before taking it in your mouth.
You couldn't break your focus to even consider what Danny was doing behind you, so after bobbing up and down on Sam for a minute, one hand steady on his thigh, him moaning quietly above you, you broke away and turned to him.
He was looking down at you with what you surmised to be shock and awe, his cheeks still flushed, one hand over his still-evident hard-on and the other laced through his hair, brushing it back from his face. You urged him toward you by his waistband and then the boxers were off–he was a mouthful, to say the least, but you dribbled some spit from your tongue onto his cock and stroked it, making him moan softly. You flattened your tongue and took him in your mouth, sucking on the head as your hand still worked his shaft, getting him slick before you sank down further, trying to steady your breathing and keep yourself from gagging.
"That's so hot," Sam uttered from behind you, and you turned back to him, leaving a trail of saliva hanging from Danny.
It was a lot of work for your knees, hands, and mouth but Sam and Danny's moans made it worth it. You were getting even more turned on too, aching for contact, and you reached your free hand down past your underwear to rub your clit.
Suddenly you were being pulled away and Danny's hands were on either side of your face, him bending down to kiss you. With your mouths still moving together, he pulled you back up to the bed and got on top of you, pushing you forward with his knee between your legs.
Sam followed, flopping down next to you as Danny kissed down your neck to your chest, hurriedly taking your bra off and squeezing your breasts before he took one in his mouth, playfully biting your nipple, making you moan. You reached for Sam, who leaned over and kissed you; his hand replaced Danny's on your breast, and Danny's moved down your body and pulled down your underwear.
He was straddling your left leg, shifting your right so they were spread, and ran his fingers over your wet center, just barely slipping inside for a moment, his forefinger lingering there as he asked, "Does that feel good?"
Sam removed his mouth from yours so you could answer: "Yeah, Danny."
Sam tilted your face back to him again then, caressing your cheek, his thumb tracing along your jaw, and once again met you with deep, wet kisses. You whimpered quietly when you felt Danny slide one finger inside you, slowly twisting it around a bit, then used his other hand to rub your clit with two free fingers.
"God, you're really wet," Danny remarked quietly after he slid another finger inside, pumping them steadily, massaging your g-spot whenever he slid them all the way back in.
Sam ceased the kisses again, squeezing your breasts. "How wet?"
Danny removed his fingers, holding them up, coated in your slick, and extended his hand to Sam. You could hardly contain your shocked, thunderstruck moan when Sam leaned forward and sucked you off Danny's fingers, his hair falling into his face, his mouth lingering as you saw him slide his tongue around. You looked to Danny, who was biting his lip with his eyes locked on Sam, then Sam returned to you and slid the same tongue into your mouth, biting down on your lip as he pulled back.
Danny's fingers returned to you, sliding up and down, rubbing your clit, reslicking themselves as he slid them down then back up to circle; Sam propped himself up and reached down, rubbing your clit and coercing Danny's fingers back inside. Sam removed his fingers for a moment, leaning forward and dribbling saliva onto your clit before his fingers resumed on it, rubbing little, pressurized circles.
"Oh my god," you moaned, grasping at Sam's hair, a cascade in front of you. "That's–fuck–that feels unreal."
He turned back to you, giving you a little grin. "Can I go down on you?"
As if that was a question. You nodded and then he and Danny had switched places; Sam pulled you a little further to the edge of the bed, getting on the floor in front of you, and Danny went beside you, lying on his side, his upper body propped up.
Keeping calm was difficult as Sam took his time in front of you, lightly placing his hands on your knees and moving forward, slowly licking his lips as he looked up at you. He ran his hand through his hair then kissed the inside of your thigh, working his way up even more painfully slowly. Danny averted your attention, bringing you in for a kiss, grasping the side of your neck, his fingers resting on your throat, with his forearm on your chest.
A gasp escaped your lips when you felt Sam's tongue lick up your center, soft and slow, the tip of his tongue hitting your clit and making you whimper. He did it again, dragging his tongue up, and when he seemed to start to do it again you almost broke away from Danny to protest, but then Sam slid his tongue inside you with his hand pressed against you, sliding his thumb over your clit.
You broke away from Danny then–it was too much stimulation to not start making verbal noises. He lowered himself to your breasts, massaging your left and mouthing the right, and you sank your fingers into his hair, your moans becoming louder and less controlled. Your eyes went to the ceiling, your chest rising and falling rapidly as Danny worked across it and Sam's mouth worked you below, getting sloppier and less controlled himself. He worked his tongue up you again, slipping one finger in you as he licked your clit, then moved back down, removing his finger and licking up again before his mouth was flush with your clit.
You pulled at Danny's hair. "Oh my god, Sam–please–"
Danny kissed you hard, getting a little behind you and propping you up a bit with his thigh under your upper back. The differences in their mechanics were interesting to you even in the time of complete sensory overload: even with Danny getting a little rougher with you, more domineering anyway, he was still careful and deliberate, his hands gentle as they took control. Sam, on the other hand, was uninhibited and careless, but not in a bad way. He responded to your body with as much diligence as Danny did, he was just sloppier and looser with his actions.
You could hardly believe it was really happening, both their hands and mouths on you. Danny returned his hand to the side of your neck, gently holding you there, and kissed the other side of your neck, brushing your hair back behind you. You reached back to grab him, your hand landing on his forearm, and looked down at Sam, who was still sucking your clit, occasionally flicking his tongue beneath it.
Your breathing was getting more ragged; heart speeding up again; all of your skin hot and electric. Danny gently bit into your neck and sucked; Sam looked up at you, dark, half-lidded eyes looking into yours, and you dug your nails into Danny's forearm.
"Are you gonna cum?" Danny asked quietly next to your ear.
You bit your lip and let out a whine before answering, "I'm getting close."
Danny turned to look at Sam with you, both of you taking in the image of his glossy hair around your thighs, messily straying into his face; the dark eyes looking down for a moment, lashes casting tiny shadows, before looking back up; the slightly hollowed cheeks as he sucked and licked, skin glowing with a sheen of sweat.
"He looks so pretty doing that, doesn't he?" Danny asked and reached down, brushing the stray pieces of hair away from his face, and Sam chuckled against you, looking back up at both you and Danny.
"Oh my god, yeah," you agreed breathlessly, legs quivering under Sam's grip on your thighs. "So pretty."
Sam chuckled again, vibrating slightly against your clit. "Cum all over my face, Y/N."
Again Danny brushed Sam's hair back, tucking a strand behind his ear, then you pulled him into you, kissing him, moaning into his mouth. Sam lapped his tongue at your clit; you felt his saliva dribble down your center, then he licked it up, an obscene sort of quiet slurping sound coming from his mouth before he sucked on your clit again, one finger sliding inside you.
The movement of Danny's arm let you know he was stroking himself, and you averted yourself from his mouth to look at his hand around his cock, then to Sam, who looked back up at you. His fingertip nudged your g-spot; his tongue was spread over your clit as he sucked; you pulled Danny back into you, pressing your foreheads together, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.
"Danny," you moaned, gripping his hair at the root. "I'm gonna cum–please–"
"Do it, I've got you," he assured you quietly, you assumed in response to your desperate clinging to and clawing at him, but the soft expression of his care only made the experience even hotter for you, and a moment later your chest was heaving, your fingers gripping his hair even harder as you buried your face in his neck and cursed and moaned.
Sam moaned between your legs, removing his mouth from your clit, leaving his finger inside and pumping it gently as you squeezed around him, wetness pooling out of you. You sat up with your body still shaking slightly and pulled him up, kissing him hungrily, your own wetness sliding over your lips.
"That was so hot," Sam said, rolling over so all three of you were lying on the bed. "What now?"
You were still panting a bit as you ran your hand through your hair and looked up at the ceiling again, then looked at Sam. "Will you get jealous if I grind on Danny for a minute?" you asked, winking at him.
Sam scoffed. "I'm the one who made you cum."
Danny rolled his eyes and pulled you on top of him, situating you right over his hard-on with his hands on your hips. You pressed your palms down against his chest, straightening your spine as you adjusted yourself. He was thick and hard under you, his warmth instantly radiating through your own wetness and heat.
You smiled down at him, easing your hips back and forth ever so gently. "I would've never thought I'd ever do this."
"Well, it's hard to separate Daniel and I," Sam replied, moving behind you, straddling Danny's thighs and pressing his body up against yours, his hard-on against your ass.
Danny chuckled. "That's true."
You paused. "Wait–have you guys done this before?"
"Nope," Sam answered, wrapping his arm around you. "You're the first."
You sighed and started to move your hips again, grinding on top of Danny, getting him all slick, before he said, "Wait a minute–I'm gonna adjust," and held onto you as he backed himself up the bed, propping himself up against the headboard and your pillows.
Sam followed, getting in the same position, holding his arm around your waist again, resting his chin on your shoulder and humming in your ear. You reached your arm up and back and stroked his hair, then leaned down and kissed Danny, who ran his fingers through your hair, encouraging your kisses to become deeper.
Sam placed his hands on your hips and urged you to move along Danny; you obliged, grinding a little more eagerly on top of him, his length right between you, getting wet, the head rubbing along your clit as you moved back and forth. Then there was Sam's hard-on still on your ass, his body motionless except for his hands coercing you, but you felt the warm friction of him pressed against you. You laughed a little against Danny's mouth when Sam's grip firmed on your hips and pushed you down harder against Danny; Danny laughed too, your hair tight around his fingers, then Sam's arm was around your chest, pulling you back.
He swatted your hair out of the way and latched his mouth to your neck, kissing and sucking your skin, and you worked Danny harder, grinding back and forth steadily, more warm fluid soaking you and him. He grunted quietly and bucked into you for a moment, then you felt his thumb rubbing your clit.
You let out a high-pitched sigh and grabbed Sam's forearm, your other hand reaching for the crown of his head, bringing his lips to yours. Danny was sending more electricity up your spine and Sam was sparking your skin; Danny's coarse pubic hair under your heat, damp with your own fluids; Sam's hand squeezing your breast and his warm tongue in your mouth, his hard, leaking cock pressed against you; all of it a sweaty, breathless explosion of sensory experience.
Danny's low groan of, "Fuck, you might have to slow down" was the only thing to snap you back, you opening your eyes and releasing Sam. Danny's warning only urged you on further, grinding harder and faster, easily gliding along his length.
"No, please," you begged, grasping his wrist. "Let's cum together."
Sam actually made a quiet noise of protest behind you but you ignored him, too focused on Danny's wide, bright eyes looking into yours and his quickening movements on your clit, his free hand squeezing your hip hard, keeping you grinding on him. Your breaths became high whines as you went on, leaning forward and pressing one palm against Danny's chest, squeezing his pec, the orgasm steadily building inside you.
It was a mess–Sam's mouth landed on your neck again, his hair tickling your shoulder as he kissed and sucked, making little wet noises right under your ear; Danny's hold on your hip tightened so much you were sure there would be fingerprints, and he bucked up into you again, working his own rhythm as you slid back and forth; his thumb on your clit circled once more and you leaned forward.
"Fuck," you moaned loudly, digging your nails into Danny's pec and writhing away from Sam's mouth, slowing your movements on Danny's hard-on beneath you as your orgasm overtook you, your body shaking a little, your breathing rough and heavy.
Danny ceased rubbing your clit but clasped both hands on your hips, keeping you moving. "Oh, fuck, Y/N," he moaned and you started to come out of your daze, opening your eyes to take him in, glistening and flushed under you. "I'm gonna cum."
You smiled down at him and moved your hips front to back, then side to side slowly, making him moan quietly. Sam was still behind you, impatiently playing with your hair, and you reached back to grope for his shoulder. "Sam, would you come here?"
He met you at your side, his knees pressed into the mattress, and turned your face to his, pressing his lips to yours, one hand on the back of your neck and the other stroking himself. Danny's thighs were shuddering beneath you and he moved one hand to your ass, squeezing it, and moaned again, loudly, and you felt a rush of warm liquid between your legs, and you ground yourself into it, spreading it over your center, over the inside of your thighs.
"Why am I last?" Sam complained, seeming to ignore your lingering kisses on his neck.
"We didn't plan this," Danny replied, one arm laid over his eyes, his other hand still firm on your hip as his chest rose and fell heavily.
"Alright, come here," you said to Sam and got off the bed, positioning yourself on your knees in front of him as he sat. You took him in your hand and licked up his length, circling the head with your tongue before adding, "Such a whiner."
"Says you," he replied defiantly, but let out a little moan when you took him completely in your mouth.
You braced your hands on his thighs, taking him all the way down, slowly coming back up with your tongue flat underneath him, getting your pace, getting him wet. You worked back down, your nose just brushing against his patch of pubic hair, suctioning him in your throat, then glanced up to see Danny making his way toward the edge of the bed.
"Oh my god," he said, resting his chin on Sam's shoulder. "That is hot."
You laughed a little with Sam in your mouth and continued. He ran his fingers through your hair, gathering it at the back of your head, and started to buck gently into your mouth; you removed one hand from his thigh to steady his shaft in your mouth, keeping your fingers splayed over his pelvis as you eased your rhythm into his.
You looked up again–Sam's head was thrown back, a shadow cast along the column of his throat; Danny was biting his lip, watching you, the afterglow of sex still shining in his eyes. Sam's fingers took hold of your hair then, his hips thrusting up a little more vigorously, and you pressed your fingers against his pelvis, making him slow down. You already could taste the precum, feel its warmth sliding down your tongue, then he was really finishing, with a low moan and a lot of quiet curses.
Sam shuddered and kept one hand in your hair, the other moving to your cheek, resting his thumb on your jaw and his fingers on your cheekbone. You hummed a little when he came, expecting it but still felt surprised, and swallowed, your tongue suctioning to his shaft, lips slowly sucking on the head until he looked down at you. You met his gaze and carefully removed your mouth, the tip of your tongue lingering, before slowly stroking him with your hand.
"Jesus," Sam breathed then lay back on the bed, his legs still dangling over the edge of the mattress, running his hands through his hair.
You mimicked him, brushing your hair out of your face, damp with sweat, and went to the opposite side, peeling back the blanket and getting under. Danny got up and did the same, meeting you in the middle, wrapping his arm around you as he pulled you to his chest; Sam followed, getting in behind you, also laying an arm over you, the three of you swaddled against one another.
Danny was the first to sigh, his eyes closed as he nestled you against him, your forehead pressed against his chest. "Did that really happen?"
You laughed–delirious, slightly giddy, and too exhausted to be contemplative. "Yeah, it really did."
Sam pressed his cheek to your shoulder and wrapped his leg around yours. "God, that was wild."
"Hey, you guys have to promise me something," you said, opening your eyes and turning to look at Sam, then back to Danny. "Promise me you'll keep this just between us."
Danny and Sam smirked at one another, then Sam said, "You're already between us."
You laid your arm over his, pulling him into you. "I'm serious, Sam. Danny, I don't have to worry about as much," you went on, smiling sweetly at the latter. "But seriously, both of you–we don't tell anyone else, right?"
"No way," Sam assured you, going back to nestling against your shoulder.
Danny nodded to you and kissed your forehead. "Just between us."