can you pleaseee write something about harvey being a top, your writing is so good and it’s so hard to find a good harvey fic where he isn’t a complete sub😭
Harvey is a soft dom / pleasure dom and I stand by that!!
(Tysm, I hope you enjoy <3)
The Conference
Dr. Harvey x Assistant F!Reader
~ 18+ ~ MDNI ~
Synopsis: SMUT — AU — Being employed by Harvey as his assistant has a lot of perks. He’s a kind, considerate boss, and as you’ve come to learn, that extends past your professional dynamic. You’ve been engaged in a personal relationship for months, kept quiet so as to not draw any ethical concerns from Harvey’s practice. With him always being wrapped up with work, you rarely get the opportunity to spend quality time together, but a medical conference out of town provides the perfect opportunity to make up for lost time.
Word count: 6.6k
Tags: boss x employee dynamic, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, fingering, public touching, dirty talk, light degradation, praise
Harvey’s hand clasps around the extended handles of both suitcases, rolling them through the lobby of the chic hotel as you trail behind empty handed. The grand room echoes chatter around its tall ceilings and bare walls, save for a few antique-looking pieces of artwork breaking up the white paint. It’s busier than you’d expected, people in suits and golf shirts and khakis lounging on the couches and mingling in groups close to the doors of the bar. Plain signs with arrows direct visitors to the event rooms reserved for the medical conference this week, though it doesn’t begin until tomorrow.
Despite the crowds, Harvey is able to walk right up to one of the employees at the front desk. He leaves the luggage at his side and pulls out his wallet. “Checking in for my assistant and I. Two rooms under Harvey.”
The young man types in his name, hesitating before replying, “I’m only seeing one room under that name, sir.”
Harvey sighs, running a hand through his hair, exasperation seeping through every pore. You listen to him run through his own name again, then yours, then the practice’s, none of which come up with another room. “And I assume you’re at capacity,” he says coldly, vaguely gesturing to the gathering behind him.
“We are, unfortunately. There are a few hotels in the area that have vacancies, though—”
“I can’t leave a young woman on her own in an unfamiliar city, can I?” Harvey snaps, shaking his head as he digs into his wallet. Appalled that such a thing might even be insinuated. “Does the room at least have two beds?”
The employee shakes his head, sheepish. “Only a king bed, sir.”
“Great,” Harvey mutters, resting an elbow on the tall counter and holding out his credit card. “A couch?”
“There is a couch. It isn’t a pullout,” he adds under his breath, as if under some obligation to make such a disclaimer.
Harvey continues to mumble to himself as you linger awkwardly at his side, unsure of what to say. You only flash the employee an apologetic smile when he looks your way, clearly uneasy with Harvey’s sour mood. You’ve been in the company of Harvey’s colleagues to know that doctors can be rather unpleasant when they don’t get their way. And while Harvey may not be happy right now, he’s not the type to make a big deal of things, at least.
With the key card in hand, Harvey leads you and your luggage over to the elevators. You keep your gaze straight ahead until the doors slide closed, leaving the two of you alone. You snap up to look at him and his eyes drift over, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips to match the mischievous glint in his eyes. You can practically see the frustration melt from his features as he lets his facade drop.
“You didn’t need to make him feel like it was his fault,” you mumble.
“Had to play the part.” His gaze rakes down your body, fist tightening around the luggage handles. When he moves back to your face, he smiles again, though it feels forced.
“What?” you pry.
Harvey shakes his head dismissively, tilting his chin upward as he trains himself on the red lights shaped as numbers, rapidly increasing along with your altitude. “I might explode if I don’t fuck you soon.” You begin to agree, to form a playful joke, but the numbers slow down and the doors open shortly after.
The truth of it is that there had never been a second room booked—the intention was always to have you with Harvey every second of this conference. Your personal relationship is, while not forbidden, frowned upon, and while there’s little risk in being together outside of work, he’s often so consumed by it that he’s too busy to engage with you in the way you both crave. Very seldom do you get to come to his apartment or him to yours, let alone spend the night or have any real quality time together. The conference, while work-related, at least gets Harvey away from his paperwork in the evenings, leaving the two of you more free time than you’ve ever had back home. He has no desire to let you leave his sight, even if you would only be next door.
The lock clicks upon swiping the card and Harvey chivalrously holds it open for you. You step through, taking a moment to look the room over. It’s fancier than any place you’d stayed before—even Harvey’s apartment, which is nice but has a tendency to become cluttered with medical books and any number of items from the hobbies he rarely has time for. His lips are on the spot beneath your ear almost as soon as the door is closed behind him. Your fingers wrap around his arms as they close at your waist. “Have you even looked at the room yet?” you question breathily.
“‘m sure it’s fine.” Of course he doesn’t care. He’s used to luxury rooms and first class seats and VIP treatments. This is new to you.
Wood features are the only contrast to the eggshell-colored walls, but they’re incorporated so frequently that it doesn’t feel overwhelmingly bright inside. Glass accents are abundant, including a glass door to the bathroom where an open shower sits in plain view. Luckily, the toilet is behind a solid wood door. Still, if Harvey really was just your boss, you can’t imagine how you would have managed to share the room without crossing some lines.
“It’s nice,” you assure him since he hasn’t bothered to separate from you long enough to glance around for himself. You’re not sure how you’re going to cover the mark he’s leaving on your neck right now. The throbbing pressed against the small of your back has every idea vanishing before you can thoroughly think it over, unable to focus on anything but his touch. It had been so long since you’d last gotten to see him like this as he’d been fully entrenched in catching up on work the last few weeks. We’ll more than make up for this lull, he’d promised repeatedly. It didn’t make the time leading up to the conference pass any faster.
After a long wait, a long flight, and subtle teasing designed to get under your skin all day long, there’s nothing you want to do less than be interrupted or pulled away. “Are there any events we need to attend tonight?” you ask.
“Absolutely not. Reserved just for you.” Harvey sighs into your hair, prying himself away so as to put a little distance between yourselves and the hallway before he moves any further with you. “How do you smell so good? We’ve been traveling all day.”
You take the opportunity to wheel your luggage further into the room, leaving it against the wall before falling into bed. Harvey begins to unbutton his dress shirt and you link your fingers together behind your head as you watch. The line of hair on his lower stomach makes an appearance as he finishes off the last of the buttons and you press your lips together at the sight of it. He raises an eyebrow at your reaction, then gestures toward your torso. “Your turn.”
You eye your loose button-up short sleeve. It’s not as professional as Harvey’s attire, but it was all you could muster up knowing the day of sitting in airport lounges and plane seats that awaited you. Reluctantly, your fingers work the buttons, evidently not fast enough to please Harvey. He keeps his gaze set on you but begins to take off his belt, tossing it onto a nearby armchair. When your shirt is undone, he offers a hand out and pulls you to sit in front of him at the edge of the bed. His hands run through your hair, brushing it from your face as you look up at him. You’re acutely aware of the object of your desire throbbing only inches from your face, even though his hold keeps you from making direct contact. You settle for peaks of the brown hair providing a trail toward it. “I’ve been thinking about this trip for months. Can’t believe I get to spend all this time with you.”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.” He’s well aware, of course. The two of you had texted extensively about all the things you were going to do together. If you did them all, however, you’d likely have to spend the entire few days in the hotel room. Not that you would have a problem with that, but it is a business trip.
The tip of your finger finds its way past Harvey’s waistband, stroking the sensitive skin beneath it. His hold on your hair grows a little tighter in response. “I was hoping to make you feel good first,” he breathes.
“You’re the one who stood in front of me in these pants.” It’s intentional—the choice to wear these, at least. Tailored and fitted perfectly, grey fabric leaving little to your imagination now that he’s dropped his guard and allowed himself to get excited about all your dirty plans. Before he can argue back, you’ve untangled yourself from his grasp enough to trace the evident outline of his arousal through the cotton with the tip of your tongue. He pulls at your roots, instinctively bringing you closer.
“Fuck—you can’t do that.” Obviously, you do it again. Over and over, nice and slow, until you can hear the hitch in his accelerated breathing and feel the effects in the pulse under your tongue. “Baby…”
You work the zipper down, moving his pants over his thighs with his assistance. While he works to untangle them from his ankles, you bring your attention to his tight boxers. A drop of precum is already staining the fabric darker and your tongue seeks it out, teasing a taste of it as you feel around the head of Harvey’s cock.
His phone buzzing against the surface of the wooden dresser stops you in your tracks, fingers hooked in the waistband of his underwear, and he groans. Harvey stays in place, leaning back just enough to grab it and survey the caller ID with dismay before answering. “Yeah?”
A man on the end of the line speaks for a while, but you can’t make out the specifics. “I told you I couldn’t tonight,” Harvey finally replies. Another bout of silence. “Why don’t we do it tomorrow?” A heavy sigh from above. “Fine.” The brunet glances at the digital clock on the nightstand. “Six-thirty? Alright. See you soon.”
“So you do have plans,” you fill in. You’re so full of frustration and arousal, but it almost makes you laugh to have Harvey so clearly reflect the same, the annoyance written across his features. As much as you want to keep him all to yourself, knowing that this interruption will only build his desire until you’re together again is enough to ease the disappointment.
“I didn’t, but I got guilted into them. I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just drinks with some old med school friends.”
“It’s fine,” you shrug. “I’ll take a nap while you’re gone.”
His face falls. “Oh… I thought you’d go with me.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Of course I do.”
“But… does it make any sense for me to be there? As your assistant?”
“It’s not a big deal. I’ll tell ‘em I didn’t want to leave you on your own. Worst case, they’ll just think I’m showing off my pretty assistant.”
“But you are, right?”
Harvey chuckles, pinching your cheek softly. “Course I am.” He leans down to kiss you. “But no flirting with them. I’ve lost track of who’s single, who’s married, and who’s gotten divorced.”
You shake your head sadly, as if it had been your plan all along. “Alright. I’m all yours.”
You dress yourselves back up as you exchange longing glances, all your hard work erased with every redone button. Once decent, he leads you down to the bar attached to the lobby. A chorus of excitement draws your attention to a group of men sitting at a booth in the corner, and recognition flashes on Harvey’s face as he guides you over.
“Hey,” he greets the group. “Hope you don’t mind, but I brought my assistant. She’s never been to one of these, so I figured I’d show her that we’re not all work and no play.” The joke earns him a hefty laugh from the group. You hadn’t initially registered it as comedy, scrambling to recover with a soft giggle.
You slide in next to one of the guys before Harvey places himself at the edge of the booth on your other side. He makes quick introductions which you forget almost immediately, and the men politely ask you questions before it turns to ribbing Harvey, then to shop talk and life updates that you don’t follow quite as closely. By the third round of drinks, Harvey’s hand is on your thigh beneath the table. His thumb runs soothing circles over the soft fabric of your thin pants, squeezing occasionally and glancing in your direction as if to make sure you’re having fun. What was only meant to be an hour turns into two, then three, and then it’s past ten o’clock and only now are some of the guys beginning to filter out.
“So, Y/n, are you a personal assistant?” one of the remaining friends asks. You nod, almost taken aback to be directly acknowledged after so long. While you have some clerical responsibilities related to the practice, you’re certainly not involved enough to be considered a medical assistant. “So you manage Harvey’s personal life. Has he gotten one of those yet?”
You chuckle while Harvey rolls his eyes. “Uh…”
“Just say yes,” your boss insists, so you nod unconvincingly.
“Still no girlfriend, huh, Harv? I’ve been through two marriages in the time I’ve known you.”
“That really makes me want to get out there,” he deadpans. Despite his lack of verbal engagement, you feel his palm creep up your thigh and his finger runs along the inside seam of your pants. He sneaks a glance over, monitoring you for a reaction as he traces your slit softly.
“Well, you’re a better man than me. Look at this girl. If I had an assistant like her, she’d be making a lot of house calls.”
“I’d suggest not getting an assistant, then.” He’s almost unbelievably good at acting holier-than-thou, all while the tip of his finger is pressing over your clit with rhythmic strokes. It feels good, but what you wouldn’t give for him to slip beneath the waistband and let you feel it on your bare skin.
“He’s so boring, isn’t he?” you’re asked.
It’s almost laughable under current circumstances. You think about all the things you have to hide, even aside from his wandering fingers under the table. The late night trips to his apartment, the times in his office at work, and the multitudes of text messages and calls. The subjects you talk about in private, the things he does when you’re alone together. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you reply evasively, “He has his moments.”
“C’mon, just ‘cause he pays you, doesn’t mean we can’t have a laugh.”
“I think we’d better head out before you get yourself in trouble,” Harvey cuts in, sending a playful wink in your direction. You know that it comes across innocently enough to his friends, but you have to stifle a grin in response and instead feign mild amusement.
“Good idea, Doctor.”
“Great to see you all,” he says to the group, standing up. Harvey politely offers his hand to you as you slide out of the booth behind him, pulling away as soon as you steady yourself.
“Nice to meet you. Enjoy the conference,” you add.
They wave you off, returning to boisterous chatter before you can even make it out of the bar. Again, Harvey doesn’t meet your eye until you’re safely alone in the elevator. “Sorry about them.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. They didn’t joke about anything you’re not already doing.”
Harvey chuckles. “Yeah, guess not. Still, they should carry themselves with a bit more decorum.”
“I didn’t think anyone was very professional at these things.”
“Not at night, they’re not. Gathering a bunch of adults who were too busy to party in med school brings up a lot of age regression, I suppose.”
“You work hard. You deserve to cut loose once in a while.”
“Yeah?” he asks playfully, shifting to face you. “Might need my assistant’s help with that one.”
“You won’t even need me to make a house call.”
This earns a grin and a roll of his eyes. “Made sure of that myself, didn’t I?”
“You sure did, Doctor.”
Just before the elevator stops, he dips down to kiss you. His fingers trail beneath your shirt, crawling up your spine before his palm lays flat around the bottom of your ribcage and he presses you to him. His open mouth, his tongue dragging delicately across your lip, the taste of his cocktail mixing with yours—it’s intoxicating, and your body begs for more. Still, he separates only a second before the elevator dings and the door opens up to your floor. You do your best to pull yourself together, still breathless.
Down the hall, a few straggling individuals search for their rooms or head down to the bar, and he politely greets them as you make your way toward your door. He’s so composed, as he always is, despite the heated kiss and the several drinks. You have to admire it, though a part of you wishes you could fluster him the way he does you. You’d had some close calls before, nearly getting caught in some compromising positions, yet he’d always been able to snap into professionalism at a moment’s notice.
And as if no time had passed at all since the elevator, the second the hotel room door locks, he has you pinned up against it and his lips seek out yours, hungry for more. Harvey’s hands roam down your sides, hiking up your shirt to tease at your bare skin again, this time running up your sides. “I’m at my limit with this fucking shirt, Y/n.”
“Hmmm?” you hum against him.
His mouth shifts to your jaw, lips brushing against it when he speaks. “You left it half-unbuttoned. Every time I looked at you, I could see down your shirt. Spent half the time staring at your bra.”
“Sorry,” you mumble, not meaning it even a little. You only wish you’d had the awareness to realize that he’d been so distracted, obviously covering it well. Harvey dips down, sinking his teeth into the curve of your cleavage, just long and hard enough to draw out a yelp. His tongue laps over the indents of his teeth in your breast, soothing it until his lips begin to suck at the same spot. “You’re going to give me a hickey,” you say with a strained laugh, the mix of pain and pleasure building into something hard to ignore.
Finally, he pulls back, and sure enough, there’s a dull circle decorating the top of your breast. He hooks a finger into the neckline of your shirt, pulling it aside to give both of you a clearer view and expose the cup of your bra in one motion. “I shouldn’t be able to do this without undoing a single button. Guess you’ll have to be more careful—make sure that’s covered up tomorrow.”
You roll your eyes. “If you don’t want to see my body, that can be arranged.”
“I don’t want to be hard every time I look in your direction. It’s bad enough when you’re dressed appropriately.”
“Maybe you need to learn how to behave yourself.”
Harvey scoffs. “I can behave just fine. If I couldn’t, I’d have brought you to the bathroom and had my way with you. But I waited until we were back here, like a gentleman.”
“You’re right—that’s so considerate.”
His eyes close. “Mmm, say that first bit again, baby.”
“All you doctors care about is being right,” you tease.
“All this one cares about is getting these goddamn clothes on the floor.” Harvey’s fingers are working the buttons of your shirt before he’s even got the words out. The fabric pools at your feet when he’s done and he wraps his arms around your bare waist as your palms press to his chest. He brings you into another deep kiss, walking backward as he brings you to the bed, parting only to lean you back until you fall to the mattress. Harvey softens his own fall with his knee, hovering just above you as he continues to steal kiss after kiss.
Your heels find the edge of the bed and you use the leverage to clumsily work your way back. Harvey doesn’t hesitate, practically crawling after you, not letting too much distance build up. He looks famished and a tad wild, like he’s hunting you down, a side of him you’ve not often had the pleasure of seeing. Even when his torso presses to yours and his mouth claims you again, biting and sucking at your bottom lip, you’re hard at work trying to undo the buttons of his own shirt. Though he’s no help with it, he rips it off his back the second you release the final button.
Harvey takes a moment to study your half-undressed body, lingering at the curve of your breasts beneath your bra and the waistband of your pants along your stomach. “All the naughty photos in the world could never compete with having you under me.”
“I always give you the option to come see me in person.”
“And I always consider doing it. I hate that I’m so busy.”
“You hired an assistant to take things off your plate,” you remind him. He’d only just filled the void with more work.
“I know,” Harvey nods. “But now I just want to spend every waking moment fucking my assistant, so really, you’ve just given me another task.”
“I take care of that for you, too,” you retort. “I even send you videos of it.”
His mouth grazes over your neck, narrowing in on the sensitive spots he’s taken note of in the past, kissing messily at each of them. “You’re so good at fucking yourself for me, aren’t you? Cumming on your fingers and showing it off.” You hum in agreement. The shift of his tone into something gentle yet dirty and degrading never ceases to turn you on. “But we both know you miss having a cock fill you up.”
“Just yours.”
“Yeah? Only think about mine when you’re fucking yourself with your fingers?”
“Only yours,” you breathe. His tongue traces the center of your throat, pulling the tight skin between his lips.
“Why d’you miss it so much?”
“It’s big… thick… fills me so good.”
“Fits perfectly, doesn’t it? So easy to hit all the good spots inside you. Like we were made for each other.”
“Stop teasing, Harv. I need it.”
“Right now? I had so many plans for you tonight.”
“We can do that later. Need you.”
“Be a little more specific, baby.”
You huff. “Need your cock inside me. Need you to fuck me right now.”
“Think you’re ready for that?”
“I’ve been ready since we checked in.”
Harvey leans back long enough to coax your pants down your legs, unhooking them from around your ankles and leaving you in your underwear. He follows shortly behind, his own dress pants discarded in a matter of seconds.
His boxers press against your thigh, the fabric doing little to contain the throbbing inside them. He maneuvers his hand beneath the band of your panties, fingers sliding down to your slit, and the pad of his middle finger settles at your tight entrance. Harvey’s forehead falls to your shoulder with a dramatic huff. “You’re right. You’re ready.”
“Say that first bit again,” you repeat with a sly smile. He chuckles, but it’s not the way he usually does. It’s low and spaced-out, like he has a million other things on his mind. You meet his eye, his pupils blown out and his soft lips parted, and that’s all it takes to know that he’s completely consumed by his desires of you.
“You’re so funny,” he mumbles, glancing down to watch his hand reposition down the front of your panties. One slick finger enters you, and Harvey’s sure to look back up to watch your lids flutter closed as it stretches the tight ring of your pussy and slides up your front walls. He takes his time to feel every inch. “So smart… so beautiful…” His finger pulls out only to glide back inside in time with each compliment. “So sexy. And… so… tight…” A second finger pushes its way through, forcing the first real stretch. You gasp at its entrance, back arching to bring your body closer to his. “You look so professional and innocent, no one would dare accuse you of screwing around with your boss. They joke about it, but I know the truth. You love this, don’t you?”
You nod fervently, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love it.”
Harvey moves faster, motions growing more exaggerated. “Y’love your boss’s fingers inside you.”
“Fuck, yes.”
“You did so good tonight as my sweet little assistant.” His affectionate tone almost distracts you from his fingers leaving your cunt, the shuffle of your panties down your legs, the shift of the mattress as he rids himself of his own boxers. “I had fun playing with you under the table. Maybe we can do that again tomorrow night, but with you in a little skirt, huh?” You think of his hand on your bare skin, surrounded again by the company of his friends who are ignorant to it all. “If I slipped a finger in your panties at the bar, would there be a mess waiting for me?” he questions earnestly. One palm falls down your leg to your calf, then traces up the back of your leg until your knee is bent and your upper thigh is against your breast. Baring you to him, completely vulnerable and at his will.
“Yes,” you finally answer, looking into his dark eyes.
“Yeah? I’d have to lick it off my fingers… and you know how much I love the taste of your pussy.” As if to prove the point, he brings his fingers—the ones that had been inside you just moments ago—to his mouth. Harvey’s lids close blissfully as he sucks the remnants of you from them. “Mmm, fuck… I might not be able to wait. I might have to bring you right back here the second I get a taste of you.”
“Then what?”
“Then what?” he repeats, as if mulling over the countless options in his head. “Maybe I’d bury my face in your sweet cunt. Fuck you on my fingers. Tease your clit until you’re dripping for me. Tie you up and take turns doing all three. It’s so hard to pick just one.”
His cock is working its way between the lips of your pussy, sticky arousal covering its underside as his hips jerk against you. “How much longer do I need to wait for you to fuck me, Harvey?”
His index traces your jaw as the tip of his cock digs against your clit. “Have you missed it that badly?”
“It’s been weeks.”
Harvey tsks. “That’s not quite an answer, Y/n.”
“Yes, I miss it.”
“What do you miss?”
“I miss your cock.”
“And I miss your tight pussy, so fucking sweet and eager to take me. It’s drooling all over the sheets, baby.” More pointedly, he repeats, “What do you miss?”
“I miss your thick cock stretching me so fucking good, Doctor. I need it like I need air, please—”
You cut yourself off with a guttural groan that only ever comes from the thick head of his cock splitting you, dipping past the tight ring and into your waiting cunt. Your eyes squeeze shut, head thrown back into the pillows as your chest heaves with rapid breathes. Harvey finds the crook of your knee, still bent, and tucks his fingers into it, securing it to his side. You part wider each time he pushes inside you, his hand controlling the position of your leg and the simple act heightens the sensation exponentially.
He’s not as completely overcome as you, not because he doesn’t feel the intensity of this carnal pleasure after weeks without, but because he needs to focus all his attention on your own reaction. It’s part of it. He enjoys the sex deeply, but what really gets him off is your pleasure. Harvey needs to see you getting off, hear the whines and gasps and moans fall from your lips, and feel your body’s reflexive reactions, or it seems incomplete. And, most of the time, that means he takes full control of you. You don’t question it or fight it—he’s never steered you wrong. All the small gestures are what prove to you that he’s well equipped to have sole control over your body any time he’s able to get his hands on you.
“Look at you… pretty little thing on the end of my cock. Did you get tighter?”
“You haven’t been fucking me enough,” you mumble, not bothering to think of a clever way to say it.
“I haven’t, and my cute assistant has been having such a hard time with that. Do I need to buy you a bigger toy to play with at night?”
“Mmm, yeah, if you’ll come over and show me how to use it.”
“We tried that before, remember?” Harvey smooths your hair, brushing it from your face to give you a soft kiss directly contrasting the harsh snaps of his hips. “I recall that you refused to play with it and begged me to use mine instead.”
“I prefer yours.”
“And I prefer you use mine, too. I’ll be better, promise. In fact, I’m heavily debating letting you leave this room at all for the duration of our visit.”
“Your friends might miss you at the conference.”
“Ah, they’ll understand if I tell them the truth. ‘My slutty little personal assistant just missed being fucked so much, and it’ll take the whole week to come close to making it up to her.’ How’s that?”
“I think that’ll work,” you nod, mustering a weak smile though your lids are still half-closed.
“Fuck, it doesn’t matter. Look how beautiful you are with your messy hair and your bare tits out.” He points to the spot he’d sucked into one of them earlier. “That’s going to bruise.”
“Will you kiss it better, Doctor?”
Harvey grins, dipping down to press a gentle peck to the purple skin. His tongue traces over it as if to soothe it further, only for any progress to be erased by teeth nipping at it. You gasp his name, the touch of pain running through you ten times as intense as it would’ve been had you anticipated it. Harvey chuckles, silently slipping down an inch to suck at your stiff nipple instead.
“Not much of a healer, are you?”
“Only when you need it, baby. But more than that, I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”
“I’m already well aware.”
“Then say it.”
“I belong to you.”
“And?”
“And you own me.”
“That’s right, baby.” As if to reward you, Harvey releases your leg and sits back on his knees, pulling your hips up to ensure that not an inch is lost in the shift in position. The pad of his thumb traces harsh circles around your clit while his cock continues to drive into you, feeling even deeper now. The thick head rams against your g-spot, scraping along the walls just beneath your lower stomach with every thrust, and what was left of your mind is coming out through ragged gasps.
“So fuckinggood, Harv,” you slur.
His free hand reaches up, his palm running over your body with no destination in mind, only the urge to touch every part of you. To feel what he owns; what’s so clearly under his full control and at his mercy. They run across your ribs, cup at your breasts and stop to squeeze at the tissue, pinching your nipples haphazardly between his digits, rolling them before soothing it over with a soft stroke of his thumb. His hand rests gently around the base of your neck, not taking hold but reminding you that he could. Pleasure courses through your veins at the threat of it, followed by the warm feel of safety, and you would let him do it without hesitation. That he would hold your throat and take ownership of your oxygen and your blood flow because it would make you feel good, and he would stop at the exact right time and not a moment later. He knows your body better than you do. It’s not just the intimate knowledge of anatomy or biology—it’s an intimate knowledge of you and what you like and what gets you off. Harvey pays such close attention that he picks up on things you were never consciously aware of before.
His thumb traces your bottom lip, slick with spit from kisses and your own teeth biting into it. You feel him spread it over your cheek, turning cold in the air as he cups your face, pace never wavering. “You’re so good to me, sweetheart. I love reducing you down to skin and nerves and blood. All you care about is cumming, and it’s so close, isn’t it?”
“So close,” you gasp out. He can feel it in the way your cunt clenches tight around his shaft. Your hips are moving in time with his and you hadn’t even noticed you were doing that until now. Your body knows how to chase your orgasm and Harvey knows how to give it to you.
“Good, that’s my baby. Doing so good. Can I help you up? Put you in my lap and we can cum together?”
You nod, working with Harvey who brings you up carefully by your hands and sits you in his lap, and your legs wrap tight around his torso. Your ass is resting on his thighs and he lifts you enough to continue to pump in and out of your spasming cunt. The hole is so constrained in this position that it holds him even tighter, and you can feel the throb of his cock in your stomach as he fucks you on it. The fat tip rubs mercilessly across your g-spot and you want to collapse into him. “Harv,” you whine, arms holding tight around his neck. He looks at you, lips parted in concentration, but it all slows the second his eyes meet yours.
He reads you in an instant. “Ready, baby? Gonna cum?” His thumb works faster on your clit while his hips carry the weight of the thrusting, only pulling out enough to force his thick tip deep into you again.
Your muscles contract, keeping a strong hold on Harvey with all your limbs tangled around him. His free arm secures you against him while he continues to work circles over the bundle of nerves that is the key to your untethering. Gone is the voice of the calm doctor you so often hear, replaced with something that can only be described as gravely and unhinged. “C’mon, good girl. Feels so fuckin’ good, doesn’t it? Your cunt is holding so tight, baby. Love how good your pussy sucks me off. Let it build. C’mon sweetheart, show me who owns you.”
“Harvey, gonna—”
“Let go, let go, fuck—cum for me. So close, baby, please cum for me.”
“Harvey!” you cry as the wave hits you head-on.
“So fucking good,” he whimpers, peppering kisses and bites to your shoulder between words. “Gonna cum with you, baby, gonna fill you so full—fuck!”
His grip tightens, no longer pulling out of you but pushing deeper, deeper, keeping the pressure on the rough spot beneath your stomach, and he lets his hand between your bodies carry you through the motions of your orgasm, the pace wavering in time with the waves of ecstasy running through your veins. Warmth floods your stomach and you swear you can feel it spilling from his cock in thick, heavy ropes. “Yeah, Doctor,” you breathe, “don’t stop. More, please. Need more.”
His groans and swears seem to go straight to your sensitive clit, fueling you to grind your hips against his. “Good girl… milk my cock like that. Take it all for me.”
Harvey’s fingers weave into the hair around the nape of your neck, kissing you softly as you grind on his twitchy cock. He keeps you in place long after he’s finished, taking time to breathe in your scent and hold your chest to his. Only once you shift in your place on his lap does he groan and begrudgingly help you off. His cock, soaked in a mix of your orgasms, pops out and releases the salty cum it was holding inside you.
“Do we have extra bedsheets?” you ask quietly.
Harvey eyes the mess, and though he’s usually particular about cleanliness, he only smirks as he watches his cum leak out of you and down your thighs, pooling on the bed. “I dunno,” he replies.
“Can you get me a towel?”
He runs a hand over your waist as he shifts, falling flat onto the mattress. “What’s the rush? Let me watch it leak out.”
“I don’t want to sleep in a wet bed.”
“I think that’s unavoidable tonight, sweetheart. I’m not even close to done with you.”
“Please?” you ask again, wanting to at least throw the towel beneath you.
“No,” he replies lazily. “Come here.”
Defeated, you follow his lead, laying your head on his bicep and curling into him. Harvey pulls your thigh over his waist, and you can feel his cum pooling at the entrance of your pussy. Before you can ask again, Harvey’s finger is there, pushing it back inside you. His digit twists pointedly, stopping to rub your inner walls and curl in all the right places. “Harvey,” you protest.
“Hmm?”
“Give me time to recover.”
“Where’s the fun in that? I’ve made you wait so long—you deserve enough orgasms to make up for all the ones I haven’t been able to give you lately.”
“I can’t handle that many.”
“You’ll be okay,” he reassures, though his twisted grin does little to ease your mind. He withdraws his finger, opting to lay his open palm across your ass. The smack seems to echo around the room as his nails dig into the flushed fat. Harvey presses a kiss to your temple. “You’re in for a long night, sweetheart.”
This is my first time posting so sorry if I'm lacking any tumblr etiquette!
Just wanted to say I've read PenPal over and over because a big brother Seb aaaaand he's kinda dom? *chef's kiss* I love that he's planned everything so well and little sister is just playing right into his hand ughhhhh that's sooo smoothhh 😭😭
I also love how Seb is like in your writings because in my mind he's never an awkward basement dwelling virgin
Anyhow I really got fed so thank you 💖
Any plans for PenPal part 2? 🥵
thank youuu!! If there’s one thing I love, it’s dom Sebastian. big brother is an elite addition.
My headcanon is that Sebastian consumes so much media that he’s picked up how to be smooth and appealing from that. Idc if he’s antisocial or inexperienced, he’s at least learned enough from movies to not come off that way lol.
Idk if I’ll ever do an actual part 2 — I’m trying to do them less because most of the plots transfer just fine to be a standalone work. I did write Giving In which is also about bigbro!Sebastian and sort of intended as a part 2. I 1000% want to write more big bro stuff though!!
OH MY GOD. chapter seven is CRAZY good. i love how you write jodi and in a strange way im happy she has alex 😭🩷 the dynamic is so cute and complicated and agh. thank you for giving her the depth she deserves
tyyy I was so excited for that chapter. Had to give her a good story after screwing her over for the first six chapters !!
Hey so I thought we as userbase should organize spontaneous blackout protest against shapes inc ads here. I thought Feb 26th would be a good date (so ppl has 72 hrs notice if they want to participate), we would log off for 24hrs to show tumblr we are not okay with that (and also for shapes to get less ad revenue for a day in a process lol). Tag would be 'anti shapes inc protest'
If you like the idea/want to participate, help spread the word by reblogging this ask. Thanks <3
I would happily comply with this, hopefully enough people participate for it to make an impact!
very much down for this, will be posting my Valentine’s Day event post scheduled for the 26th on the 25th. letting ai advertise on a site/app known to be used by writers and artists is bullshit.
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Tags: threesome (mmf), dumbification, misogyny, dirty talk, degradation, praise, name calling, daddy kink, manipulation, baby talk, mention of filming, mention of somnophilia, established relationship, oral sex, deepthroating, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cervix fucking, cum swallowing
Synopsis: After teasing the idea of passing you over to his friend, Sebastian forms a plan with Sam’s help.
A/N: Tumblr ate the ask I was going to use for this post, so that’s rude. ANYWAY love all of you who requested the part two, even though I decided to hate every plot line I wrote for it over the last several months!!! If it’s any consolation for how long this took, my scrapped plots/scenes are almost as long as this finished product. But I will always return for another Sam/Seb threesome <3
Sam plops down on the couch next to Sebastian, having shrugged off his jacket and thrown it over the back of the cushions. He leans over Sebastian, peering at his phone screen without question.
“Remember that prank I was playing on Y/n?” he asks the blond, who nods. “Yeah, so… it was less of a prank and more like… foreplay.”
Sam stiffens, snapping up to look at his friend who grins sheepishly. “Bro. You’re involving me in your foreplay? Don’t you need, like, my consent?”
Sebastian rubs his hand over the back of his head. “I mean, yeah, I should’ve told you. But you played a very small part in it.”
“That makes me feel so much better,” he deadpans, leaning back into the couch.
“Whatever, that’s not the important part. I needed you to play along so I could trick her into thinking she was losing her mind.”
“Oh. Sexy.”
“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow inquisitively. Maybe the pitch he’d been rehearing in his head all day wouldn’t even be necessary.
Sam punches his arm. “No, dude! What kind of foreplay is that?”
The dark-haired man’s face falls. Okay, maybe it’s good he practiced. “I’ll tell you if you shut up for two seconds. I wanted to get into her head, make her confused and frustrated, so it would be easier to get her to shut her brain off. Let me make all the calls. Do what I say because obviously she’s not capable of thinking, and I know best.”
“Does she know that’s what you were doing?”
“Maybe not in the moment, but we’ve done similar stuff before, and we’ve talked about it. I wasn’t completely just gaslighting her like an asshole. It was a… mutually agreed upon gaslighting.”
“Okay… you can have a pass, I guess.”
“Great, well, anyway, she was really into it once I got her there. Calling her dumb and edging her ‘nd all that shit—”
“Naturally,” Sam throws in with a casual shrug. Sebastian can still feel the sarcasm radiating off him in waves.
“I took a picture.”
“That’s what you’re gonna show me?” Sam clearly thinks his question is a joke, so far from the scope of reality that it clearly couldn’t be the case. When Sebastian nods, Sam sits back up, peering at his phone again. He chuckles, opening his photo album and navigating to the picture he’d snapped of you all dumbed out, eyes rolled back with your tongue sticking out of your mouth. “Jesus,” Sam sighs. He looks away as he processes what he’s seeing, but quickly turns for a second glance.
“It’s hot, right?”
He stares the photo down for another moment. “Yeah.” He sounds dejected, and it does fill Sebastian’s chest with pride. Jealous of how hot you look under the effect he’d so perfectly curated. He would be, if the roles were reversed. “But I don’t know if I can look at her the same for a while.”
“Then I probably shouldn’t show you the video.”
“There’s a video?!”
“Yep.”
Sam presses his palms to his face, pushing them down his cheeks before resting his elbows on his knees. “Fuck. What’s the video of?”
Sebastian sends him a pointed look, but Sam silently insists on hearing the words. “Fucking her.”
“God dammit. Why are you doing this to me? I just got here. Not even a fuckin’ ‘hello.’”
Sebastian laughs. “Seriously, I think you should just watch it.”
“It’s gonna ruin our friendship.”
“Our friendship?” Seb gestures between the two of them.
Sam shakes his head. “No, I don’t care about you. I’ve seen your dick before. Not hard, but how different could it be?” Sebastian scoffs. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to look Y/n in the eye if I watch that.”
“Just trust me. You wanna see it.”
“Sure, I want to, but… ugh!”
Before Sam can drive himself completely mad, Sebastian scrolls right and turns the volume up on his phone. The blond looks over immediately, the temptation seemingly too much to push off. He watches you rock your hips back on Seb, the camera showing the mirror, you in front with just enough of a side angle to see Sebastian’s hips bucking against yours. He watches you kiss him, listens to Seb call you his dumb little girl, the sound of skin slapping together taking over for a moment while Sebastian grabs at one of your tits.
“You like it when I film you, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Wanna watch it and remember how good it felt to get fucked by daddy?”
“Yes.”
Sam’s head snaps up to eye Sebastian with a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. He only raises his eyebrows in response, unable to hide his smile as he continues playing the video.
“Brain too dumb to think about it right now?”
“Yes.”
A slight pause from Sebastian elapses, until he asks, “You want daddy to show his friends?”
Sam’s eyes get wide, but he doesn’t drag them from the phone screen this time.
“Yes.”
“Want him to prove how good you are for him?”
“Yes.”
“Wanna make ‘em all jealous while they watch you take my dick?”
“Yes.”
“Assholes,” Sam mutters.
“Want him to offer you up to them so they can see how good your slut cunt is?”
“Yes.”
Sam watches, mouth ajar, as Seb sticks his thumb in your mouth and you suck it eagerly until he pulls away, your tongue hanging out much like the photo he’d gotten a bit earlier in the night. He watches Sebastian grab the vibrator and hold it between your legs, watches you practically swoon under the feel, relying entirely on him to keep you in place. He audibly groans when the video cuts, having been so intrigued in what you’d do next. Sebastian sets it down, turning his attention back to his friend.
“Holy shit. I see the appeal.”
“She’s sexy, huh?”
“Could’ve told you that before the video, but after? Yeah, fuckin’ yeah.”
“Glad y’think so. I mean, you heard her. Wants me to let my friends fuck her. Sound like somethin’ you’re into?”
“Are you messing with me?”
Seb crosses his arms. “Do you think I’d show you a video of my girlfriend getting fucked, fully naked, just to mess with you?” Sam lets a breath out through his nose. “I mean, obviously I’m gonna be involved, too, but look at how great we were with the whole time thing. We could push her over the edge. Take her by surprise. She agreed to it.” Seb shakes his phone in his hand, emphasizing the video evidence. “So?”
Sam looks over at him. From his lax posture, slumped back against the couch, Sebastian can see the outline of a growing bulge in his lap. His eyes don’t linger long, but it tells him what he needs to know. “I literally don’t think I can say no.”
Sam looks good tonight. Admittedly, he usually does, but… he looks really good tonight.
You find yourself with your elbow on the table and your chin resting atop your palm, your eyes trained on him when he talks, and you notice that there’s a lag between your brain and your body every time you intend to look away. Instead of the normal hoodie or jacket, he’s only wearing a light t-shirt that hugs his torso and seems to define every muscle around the hem of the sleeves. His hair hangs into his face a little more than usual, and it’s damp like he’d just hurried over after a shower.
All of that is enough to form a nagging thought in the back of your mind, but on top of it, he’s been especially flirty. Sam’s usually got a baseline flirtiness to him when he talks to women, but you can’t help but feel like he’s actively hitting on you in front of your boyfriend. Surely not, though, because if he was, Sebastian would react in some way. But he hasn’t acknowledged the strange dynamic all night.
“You need to roll for attack, Y/n,” Seb says, bringing you out of your head. Your eyes snap to his, taking in his arched, pierced brow and the dark eyes that communicate his annoyance at you for not paying attention. Here you are, thinking about Sam, while your sharply defined, tattooed bad boy of a boyfriend sits right here. It would almost make you feel guilty if you didn’t just feel spoiled by all the good-looking people you had managed to surround yourself with.
You grab the dice, rolling a twelve, which you guess is good enough for whatever you were supposed to do. Sam had taken it upon himself to help you out and call most of the shots for you. When it’s the blond’s turn, you can eagerly return your gaze to him, noticing the downright sexy way his lips curl into a smug grin or how his arm flexes every time he moves it. You wonder if you should’ve said no to the booze Seb pulled out earlier, because it’s clearly clouded your judgment too much. But, at least for the campaign, Sam continues to bail you out, and you manage to do pretty good. Certainly better than you’d ever done on your own.
“Can you grab some drinks for us, baby?” Sebastian asks as the three of you get up from the table, stretching out from a long campaign night.
You nod, crossing the room to the mini fridge and grabbing a can for each of you. When you turn around, the boys are already on the couch, taking up both spots and leaving no space for you. Ordinarily, you would sit in Sebastian’s lap, but he’s got his knee bent and his heel dug into the couch cushion which makes it a non-viable option. Handing off the cans, you look back to find a place to sit that isn’t the ground.
“Hey,” Sam calls, “you can sit here.”
Your eyes widen as he pats his lap, instinctively looking to your boyfriend. He’s more concerned with popping the tab on his can, not bothering to meet your eye until he takes his first sip and finds you still standing, frozen, in front of them.
“Sit down, he won’t bite.” He says it like it’s weird of you not to take the spot. And maybe it is—your brain is on overdrive trying to figure out why tonight feels so different than any other D&D night between Sam’s strange behavior, your heightened attraction to his physical appearance, and Sebastian’s failure to mention either of these things. So, slowly, you turn your back to Sam and lower yourself onto his lap. He helps guide you with a hand on your waist, wrapping it tighter around you and effectively forcing you to settle in instead of remaining stiff and uncomfortable.
“Good job tonight,” Sam praises. “It wasn’t easy.”
“You did most of the work,” you reply, finally opening your own drink.
“Nah, you had to roll.”
You giggle. “True. Thank you, I guess.”
“Any time, babe.”
And again, you’d expect a snide remark from your boyfriend, but he just sits beside the two of you sipping his drink and checking his phone.
“I’m staying over tonight, by the way,” Sam says after a brief silence. “That’s why I’m wearing pajamas. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Why would I mind?” The gift of grey sweatpants would be enough to sooth over any issue you could take with that. It’s not a crime to admire Sam… right?
“I didn’t know if you were going to sleep here, too.”
“Oh. We hadn’t really discussed it.” You wait for Sebastian to chime in, but he still doesn’t look up from his phone.
“Okay. I don’t want to be a cockblock or anything,” the blond says with a chuckle and a pointed squeeze of your thigh. You force your own laugh, shifting in his lap. Seconds later, you realize it may not have been the smartest thing to do if you were hoping to reduce the tension from his fingers digging into your leg, as you can feel a stir beneath you. His hand returns to your leg, skin bare below the hem of your shorts, and his nails trace over it absentmindedly.
“You’re not,” you assure him halfheartedly.
“Tha’s good,” he sighs. “Don’t hold back just ‘cause of me.”
Seb finally places his phone down on the side table, looking up at you and smiling, reaching up and pinching your cheek playfully. “I’m gonna run out for a cigarette. Be right back.”
Your eyes silently plead with him to stay, but he brushes past you without hesitation, the door to his room closing behind him. Sam’s hand pulls your opposite leg, prompting you to turn sideways in his lap so that he can see your face. “You alright, babe?” he asks, eyebrows pulled together in slight concern.
“I’m fine—”
“You just seem a little uncomfortable. You remember how you used to sit in my lap all the time?” he asks with a small laugh.
You nod. Before you and Seb had become exclusive, you and Sam had an undeniably physical friendship. Nothing had ever actually happened, not really, but you liked cuddling with him and wouldn’t have batted an eye at the idea of sitting on his lap. It had been years since then, though. “I do.”
“Feels just like I remembered. Why’d we stop doing that?”
“Well, Sebastian wasn’t a fan.”
Sam waves it off. “He’s a different person now. He's not jealous like that anymore. Obviously he doesn’t care.”
Clearly not, considering he’d encouraged it and even left the two of you alone with Sam’s hands on you. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“He gets to touch you all the time. The least you could do is sit here once in a while.” His lighthearted tone is familiar, but put into the context of you on his lap with his semi-hard dick straining against his sweatpants, it feels foreign. “Bet he wouldn’t even care if we kissed sometimes.”
“I think he would,” you laugh, trying to look away, but his hand is on your cheek in a moment.
“If he doesn’t care about this, why would he care about that?” His big green eyes stare up at you, his soft lips forming an innocent smile, and he’s waiting. You can tell that he won’t make the move, and he can tell that you want to despite all your worry. He knows his words are getting through to you. Maybe Seb really wouldn’t care. It’s only a kiss between friends.
You find yourself leaning forward before you’ve realized that your mind was made up. Sam meets you halfway, moving his mouth in time with yours for much longer than you’d intended, but you can’t pull away. His spit is sweet from the drink in his hand, mixing with yours as his tongue traces your bottom lip. He’s throbbing against your ass and all you can think about is feeling it between your thighs and getting friction against your core, but just as you’re about to move to straddle him, Seb’s heavy footsteps echo down the stairs. You pull back from Sam abruptly, and if his arm hadn’t still been around your waist, you would’ve jumped off his lap reflexively. It’s probably good—it might have looked suspicious to Sebastian if you’d been moved too far when he’d left you sitting in Sam’s lap.
Sebastian comes back in, closing the door behind him and tossing his lighter on the table before looking over at you. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you try to look blankly to your boyfriend. He glances between the two of you in silence before laughing quietly to himself. “What’d you talk about while I was gone?”
“Y/n,” Sam prompts, and you sneer at him.
“Nothing.”
“You just sat here in silence?”
You don’t answer right away, trying to think of anything but the truth. “We were talking about the campaign.”
“What about the campaign?” Of course, Sam doesn’t bail you out on this question, either, and you truthfully have nothing to answer with. Sebastian smirks. “That’s why your lips are swollen, huh? Too much talking?” The slight bruised feeling across your mouth hits you at once. You should’ve realized that your lips would clearly be affected after you’d made out with Sam for virtually the entire time Seb was outside. “Don’t look so embarrassed. You’ve been drooling over Sam all night, and I know how your brain stops working when your pussy gets wet.”
“Seb,” you warn, as if your threat carries any weight.
“He knows. I’ve told him.”
You look to Sam, his eyes half-lidded and one side of his mouth curled upward. “He knows?”
Seb nods. “He’s seen you naked, too. What’d you think, Sam?”
The blond sucks in a breath as he recalls it, his hand moving to grip around your inner thigh, using his fingertips to tease at the soft, plush skin. “Sexy as fuck. Wanna see if you look that good on the end of my dick.”
Your boyfriend sits on his bed, tossing the carton of cigarettes into the drawer of his bedside table. “Sam and I were just gonna watch a movie. Wanna stick around? Watch it with us?”
Feels like a loaded question. Still reeling from the surprise the two men had sprung on you, you’re in no condition to think critically about what the offer means. Under normal circumstances, you’d stay and hang out. So you nod.
“Cool,” is all Seb says. Even and collected, and you start to question his intentions. Wouldn’t he have a slightly different reaction if his question was just a euphemism for something more?
He flicks on the TV, turns off the lights, starts up the movie, and settles himself against the headboard. Sam makes no motion to move, not even loosening his grip on you, so you stay in his lap. Aside from his hand on your thigh or his fingers slipping just past the hem of your shirt to run over your bare side, nothing else happens for a long time. You’d really misunderstood the question, then. Worried about it for nothing. But why do you feel a little disappointed?
After a while, your face is nuzzled in the crook of his neck, your lids closing and eyelashes tickling his skin. Sam whispers to you, asking if you want to lay down, and guides you to lay across the couch with your head in his lap. It’s comfier, and sleep is closing in on you at a much faster rate. Especially when Sam’s fingers find their way into your hair and rub at your scalp. It takes seconds for you to fully melt into his touch.
You’ve gotten so tired, so mindless from the pads of his fingers pressing at every pleasurable spot hidden within your hair, that you hardly notice when he slowly makes his way down the nape of your neck to your back, your side, lining the hem of your bra through your shirt. Sam’s hand snakes toward the cup of it, finding the top of it and dipping the tip of his index finger beneath it just far enough to flick across your nipple. Only now do you jolt, stemming from the wave that ripples through you and pools in your lower stomach. “Sam—”
Sebastian interrupts you from his bed, not even bothering a glance over. “Shhh, babe.”
“But—”
“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe,” Sam assures, his voice low and deep, and it’s as if you can feel the vibration of it in every muscle.
You try to believe the blond, even as Sam slips his thumb beneath your bra and pinches your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt, rolling it between his two fingers absentmindedly. It’s not long before he slips beneath your shirt entirely, hitching it up to your waist as his fingers take back their place toying with your nipple like it’s his to use as he pleases. The pulsing beneath your cheek as you’re nuzzled in his lap isn’t something you can ignore now.
The sounds of the movie dull to a low hum as you relax in the hands of your boyfriend’s best friend. When Sam pulls back, you let out a quiet protest. He chuckles to himself, ruffling your hair. His finger runs over his tongue as if wetting it to turn the page of a book, only to pull the hem of your shirt past your breast and let the wet digit glide over the puckered skin. You shiver at the warmth, then the coldness of it as it rests on your skin for another moment, only hardening your nipple into a stiff peak beneath the calloused index as he uses the lubrication to roll and pinch at it harder.
Sebastian’s attention snaps to you when a whimper leaves your lips, though his view is still obstructed by the furniture between the two friends. “Baby, are you letting Sam touch you?” It’s disapproving, or berating, in the way that he would scold a puppy. Like it’s wrong, but he isn’t surprised that you don’t know any better.
You don’t answer, hoping that Sam might. The blond doesn’t stop his assault on your sensitive peak, and he doesn’t speak for you. Finally, you breathe out a meek, “Yeah…”
“Are you touching him?”
“No.”
Seb shakes his head. “That’s not very nice, is it?”
“‘M sorry,” you mumble.
Sam seizes the opportunity to sneak a hand beneath your head, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down enough to free his boxer-clad length from the rougher fabric.
“Give him a little kiss,” Seb prompts, his focus back on the television. It’s practically a throwaway comment, the way he says it dismissively. You’re hesitant, starting to push yourself up, but Sam threads his fingers through your hair before you can, turning your gaze to his dick throbbing under the navy cotton of his boxers. The tip of it, thick and clearly defined as it presses tight to the fabric, leaves a small prick of precum that stains it dark.
“Right here, babe,” he directs, spelling it out for you. You still can’t see Sebastian, wishing he could give you some sort of confirmation that this is really what he wants from you. He’s joked, he’s brought it up as a way to turn you on or get you off, usually in the context of degrading you, but he’d never actually seriously talked about bringing in another person. The closest you’d gotten to confirmation was just an hour earlier, but Sebastian hadn’t quite made the situation clear then. Too many mixed signals, and brushing past the conversation entirely, for you to be sure. Sam’s hand is still secure on the back of your head, massaging your scalp again as he waits for you to close the distance.
It’s not like you’re not interested. You can’t deny how your insides have twisted when Seb has held you down and described how he would pass you around to his friends and let them use you like a fleshlight. Sam flirts with all the girls, and you’re no exception, even after you’d stopped routinely perching yourself in his lap for your boyfriend’s sake. Sebastian had noticed how Sam could sometimes get you to blush with his lines, and he’d latched onto it, even mentioning the blond by name behind closed doors on occasion. You’d just never seriously thought Sebastian would be willing to make it more than a fantasy. Now, with Sam’s hands manipulating you to his will, you wonder what you’re waiting for. You press an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his cockhead and his grip tightens in your hair though his words remain even. You do it again, this time adding a subtle lick against the fabric that has Sam pushing you closer.
Sebastian laughs. “What a cock slut.” You’re aware now that he’s moved himself down the bed to put you in his line of sight.
Sam’s thumb strokes your cheek. “I don’t mind keepin’ her mouth busy. It’s better than listening to her try to play a campaign or follow the plot.” The two of them chuckle as if you’re not even there.
“That’s true. Hey, baby girl,” Seb says a little louder to get your attention, “this movie is a little too complex for you. Why don’t you stick to what you’re good at and suck him off while we watch?”
You’re content with drooling all over his length through his boxers, and no move is made to unleash himself from them. You think he likes to see you drooling all over him, knowing you haven’t even gotten to see what lays beneath the fabric. Sam offers the occasional quiet encouragement as you lick over the material, your nose buried in his scent. You use your hand to rub him, shamelessly jerking him off through his boxers while your mouth is on his tip by the time the movie is reaching its final, most climactic action scene. Sam finally looks down at you, an amused smirk on his face as he watches you so enthusiastically play with him.
“How long we got left, Seb? Your girlfriend is about to deepthroat me through my fuckin’ boxers.”
The dark-haired boy scoffs, pushing himself off the bed and walking toward you. “You act like you’re cock-starved. I fucked you twice last night, slut. Get up.”
You clamber to your feet, swaying slightly as you catch yourself using Seb’s arm. He shakes his head, twisting out of your grasp and pulling you by the hand so abruptly that you nearly stumble. He brings you to his bed, standing over you as you sit at the edge of it, him wasting no time grabbing the bottom hem of your shirt and yanking it over your head. “You’re just gonna let me undress you in front of our friend, huh? You’re not even embarrassed?” He reaches around, unhooking your bra and pulling the straps down your arm in one fluid motion, discarding it with your shirt. “Drooling on his cock before he even pulls it out. Be honest; are you wet?”
You know Seb well enough to know that it’s not so much a question as it is a demand to check. You lay down, lifting your hips up, and he pulls your tight shorts down your legs, leaving you in a pair of lacy panties as the two men look down at you. “You can see it,” he says to Sam as they stare between your thighs at the fabric dampened by arousal.
“Shit, I need a taste.”
Sam’s hand slips down the front of your panties before you can prepare for the feel of his rough fingertips on your slit. “Sammy,” you gasp, your back arching as you feel him collect the arousal at the entrance of your hole and drag it up to your clit before withdrawing entirely.
“Jesus,” he mutters as he looks down at his soaked fingers, popping them in his mouth and moaning around them as he licks you off, acting more like he’s tasting his favorite food and not your dripping cunt. “Seb told me your pussy was sweet, but fuck.” You can’t help but wonder what else Sam has heard about you, and it shouldn’t turn you on to know that the two of them sit around in this very room talking about you in ways they shouldn’t. That Sebastian has shared photos, and maybe even videos, with his friend.
Sam slides onto the bed behind you, propping himself up against the wall, looking your half-naked body over. Sebastian holds you by the chin, keeping your neck craned and your eyes on your boyfriend. “Are you ready to prove yourself to us? Told Sam what a dumb cocksleeve you are. Promised that he could do anything he wanted with you, and you’d let him. You’re not going to embarrass me, right?” You shake your head stiffly in his hold. He pats your cheek roughly before letting you go and rounding the edge of the bed to take a seat next to his friend.
They watch you climb between Sam’s legs, beckoned by the smallest pat of his thigh. He laces his fingers together, settling them against the wall behind his head and leaning back with his arms outstretched, the sleeves of the t-shirt he wears sliding up his arms and revealing the tone of them, the muscles straining against his skin. “Show me what your mouth is good for, puppy.”
“Sammy—” you start, that particular nickname sending jolts of electricity through you. That, of all things, has a deep blush crawling over your face. Seb used the name once in a while, but it wasn’t one he used often. Only on special occasions where he really wanted to make you feel dumb and helpless.
“Ah, ah,” he cuts you off. “I don’t think that’s it. Remind me, Seb, what’s her mouth made for?”
He lays his arm over his bent knee, forearm hanging from it. You look over at him, eyes trained on his inked hand, fingers straining as they flex while he stretches out his hand absentmindedly. “It’s good for sucking cock. Nothin’ else.”
Sam nods like he’d really forgotten. “Yeah, that’s right. Thanks, bro.” The blond shifts back to you. “Show me.”
The shift toward a meaner side is new to the blond. Usually so happy and carefree, seeing the darkness in his blown out pupils is almost unnerving. Your hands reach out, landing on the button of his jeans. You’re especially slow in doing so and Sebastian seems to be itching to snap at you for it. Sam doesn’t seem to care, though, smirking down at you as he watches you finally hook your fingers into the waistband of his tight boxers.
As you pull the fabric down toward the head of his cock, you lick your lips. It’s still got just enough hold at the tip to keep it pressed to his thigh. Before you free it, your mouth opens, tongue falling out, and you drag it up the length of his dick. A groan falls from Sam’s lips as he looks up at the ceiling before squeezing his eyes shut. The sound spurs you on, giving one final tug on his boxers and his cock springs up, smacking you in the face. Your mouth greedily follows after it, setting kitten licks along the fat tip all smeared with precum. “Good girl, lick it all up f’me,” Sam mumbles. Your tongue swirls over the head, flicking along the source of the mess waiting for you. “Wanna see you make out with it.”
You press a kiss to the side of his cockhead, opening your mouth to let your tongue slither over it, the end of it hooking under the ridge of it for a moment to trace along the sensitive skin, all before closing your mouth into another peck and repeating the process. This is easy—it’s exactly what you’d been doing with it before, through his boxers. It’s more pleasant, and even a little less degrading, to be able to kiss his bare skin and really taste the precum. The men watch you grow sloppier with it, more forceful, chasing his cock around until it’s pressed up on his stomach and you’re fully laid with your knees tucked beneath you, ass up, head down in his lap. Sam removes one of his hands from behind his head to run it through your hair, pressing you even closer as your tongue licks at him, his stomach being covered in precum and your spit in the process. Seb begins to palm himself as you finally wrap up his cock head with your soft lips, and he can see your jaw move as your tongue teases at it more.
“You’re turning your daddy on,” Sam says with a smirk. Your eyes flicker over to Sebastian, lighting up as you see his hand wrapped over the pressing outline of his own dick. You reach your hand toward him and, wanting to skip the whole ordeal that is you figuring out how to undo his pants, Sebastian quickly pulls his cock out for you. Your hand wraps around it, thumb gliding across his own sticky tip while you sink deeper onto Sam’s dick. You stroke him in time with the bobs of your head, guided by Sam’s hand. “‘m surprised you can handle two big dicks without a brain. Bet you wanna put your other hand down your panties, huh?”
You nod around him, looking up at him like you’re asking for permission. He knows, but he doesn’t give it to you. Only pushes you all the way onto his cock, his tip fucking into your throat as he bucks his hips against the plush wetness. “Choke on my dick, babe.” Sam turns to his friend. “You’re right, Seb, she’s even prettier like this.” His thumb swipes over the corner of your mouth still fully stretched to take him in. “There y’go, pretty little whore. Aren’t you so cute when your eyes water like that? Like the taste of my fat dick down your throat?” Your eyes are still locked on his despite the glossy tears filling them. Your nostrils flare as you try to suck in air through them, your mouth thoroughly filled up. Sebastian sets his hand over yours, giving you a squeeze, silently telling you how good you’re doing before moving his hand up his length to guide yours. Sam releases you and you pull off him, spit mixed with precum dripping off your bottom lip. Sam runs a hand through his hair as he takes you in. “Such a mess. C’mere, I’ll help clean you up.”
Much to Sebastian’s annoyance, you pull your hand back as you climb into Sam’s lap. His wet cock sits against your thigh, each twitch lifting it to rub against the center seam of your panties. He uses his index finger to wipe over your lip, collecting all the fluid from it before sticking it into your mouth. You suck eagerly, not breaking off his intense eye contact as you lick it all off his fingertip. His other fingers tuck under your chin as you finish, pulling you in for a kiss. He wastes no time sticking his tongue in your mouth, tilting his head to the side to deepen it. You sink further into his lap, taking his cock in both hands and stroking up and down, eliciting wet smacks with each movement. Sam pulls away to glance down and watch your fingers linked together, tugging upward on his length. “Good girl. You want it inside you?” You nod vehemently, gnawing down on your bottom lip as you jerk him.
He chuckles. “Aw, dumb girl wants me to use her cunt? Tell me, have you been crushing on me this whole time?” Sebastian rolls his eyes at the question, shaking his head to himself.
“A little,” you admit, a playful smile tugging at your lips, for Sebastian’s sake.
“Yeah?” He dips down to take a nipple in his mouth, his teeth scraping at it softly before soothing it over with his flat tongue. “Wish you would’ve told me, puppy. I’ve been blowing loads into my hand when I could’ve been using this pretty pussy.” Sam’s index finger runs over your slit for emphasis, stopping at your clit to tease it through the lace. Your hips buck against him, milking every bit of friction you can get.
Sam guides you backward, shifting until he’s hovering over you with your back flat on the mattress. He hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties, slipping them down your thighs and letting Sebastian unhook them from your ankles. His palm glides over your inner thigh, gently pushing it open before pulling your other leg toward him, leaving you completely bared before the two friends. “Look at’cha, stupid, letting your boyfriend’s best friend spread you open like this.”
Seb finds his way to your other side, grabbing you by the chin to turn you toward him. “Don’t even care who’s stuffing themselves in you as long as you’re filled. Just a cocksleeve for any man who wants to use you.”
Sam snickers, eyes dropping to your cunt bared with your thighs spread wide in front of him. “Oh my god, does that make you wet? You’re fucking dripping! Trying to squeeze around nothing, babe.” He must take pity on you as he closes the distance, reaching out to stick the tip of his index finger lazily inside you. “Jesus, dude, she’s pulsing on one finger.”
“Told you,” Sebastian snaps. “Dumb cock slut.” He pairs the insult with a smack to your face, just hard enough to make your cheek tingle. His thumb stuck over your bottom lip, he leans in, hovering over top of you. He tugs your chin, opening your mouth wide enough for him to spit in, basking in the way your eyes blink slowly before opening to look up at him through your lashes. He kneels in front of you, turning your attention toward his achy cock on display. “Suck me off while daddy watches his friend fuck you.” You let him guide himself into your familiar warmth while Sam settles between your legs, running his hand along his dick before teasing the tip of it between your slicked pussy lips.
“Soaking my fuckin’ cock,” Sam groans. “Gonna take it like a good fuckdoll?” You nod enthusiastically around Seb’s dick pushing deeper in your mouth. Without any further warning, and with your attention still on the cock nudging at your throat, Sam lines himself up with your cunt and bucks forward, the thick head tucking itself inside you. Your cry reverberates around Seb’s dick as the sudden intrusion stretches you, and as much as you roll your hips against it, Sam doesn’t give you another inch. Your hands reach toward the blond desperately, unable to see him as Sebastian keeps you locked in on him. You hear Sam laughing at you, using his hand wrapped around the base of his length to tilt himself up, pulling ever so slightly out before pushing his cock back down and letting the tip fill you again. Your legs are already shaking. Your fingers fly to your clit, hoping to ease some of the heightened desperation with it.
Sam’s hand clasps tight around your wrist, throwing it off you before you can get more than one good flick on the bundle of nerves. “You really think I’m gonna let you do that?” He waits for a response, as if you’re capable of giving one right now. “Seb told me how you came on his dick, just like this. Just the tip, and you couldn’t stop yourself.” Your cheeks flush hot. How much detail had Sebastian shared about the things you’d done together? “Keep your hands off your pretty girl parts.” You’ve never heard him sound so stern. You wrap your fists into the blankets at your sides, determined not to find out what the consequences are for breaking Sam’s new rule.
But it’s so fucking hard not to do anything but keep your legs spread and your mouth wide open for the two men. Your tongue twirls over the underside of your boyfriend’s big cock as he thrusts it against your throat, closing your lips tightly around it once in a while to suck, your cheeks hallowing while your tongue steals precum that leaks rapidly from the tip. Your hips grind against Sam, trying to match his painful tease as he pops the thick head of his cock in and out of you, though every once in a while, your rhythm stutters and you end up with it just a bit deeper. He must know what you’re doing. Both of them probably do. Trying to play innocent, but that extra half an inch inside you spurs you on more than it should, and it incentivizes every faux slip-up until you’re digging your heels into the bed and trying hard to bring yourself down on his cock.
It takes a while for you to notice that Sam has stopped moving entirely, because you’re still being fucked on his cock. In fact, you don’t notice at all until the boys laugh. “She just fucks herself, doesn’t she?” Sam asks with a smirk. “I thought Sebastian was being a little dramatic, the way he described you. But no, you’re really that cock-obsessed.”
You freeze, feeling caught, not even realizing what you’d been doing. Sebastian chooses this moment to pop his cock out from between your lips, allowing you to gasp for breath you hadn’t even noticed was missing in your lungs. “She’ll suffocate herself if you let her, too,” he adds on, the evidence laying clear in front of them.
“Doesn’t even matter who’s feeding it to her, does it?” This one is directed to you.
“Nuh-uh,” you agree. No point in denying it.
Sebastian steps onto the floor, lingering at the side of the bed with his wet cock in hand, stroking it slow, just out of your reach. You can’t look away, though you don’t even try. Not even as Sam grabs your hips, lifting them off the bed. Only when he scoots closer, his cock inevitably pressing deeper into you, does your gaze lock onto him. A whimper leaves your parted lips as the tip of his cock slides slowly over your upper walls, lingering for a long second at the pudgy spot that turns the whimper into a full-blown cry. He lowers you back down, but your hips remain propped up beneath his thighs. When he moves to pull out like this, he’s only able to retreat back to that spot, and his cock presses on it again before bottoming out and filling your cunt completely.
It’s a dangerous combination. There’s no escape from the feeling of being completely stuffed, either truly having your pussy filled as the head teases at your cervix or simply feeling filled as the nerves of your g-spot overstimulate your already struggling brain and result in shaking throughout your body. If Sam is concerned about you cumming too fast, he’s certainly not going to help you hold back like this.
“It’s almost pathetic how easy it is to turn you into this.” Your boyfriend’s voice, paired with the wet smacks of his hand gliding over his achy cock, is enough to bring your attention back to him for a moment. It fades quickly, though your glossy eyes stay on him. On his hand. On his cock. You wet your lips. “You try so hard to be a smart girl, don’t you? But this is who you really are. This is all you care about.”
“Yeah,” you mumble absently. You don’t really care what he’s saying. Only care about the shocks of pleasure running through you.
“It’s good to have a boyfriend who loves you so much. You don’t have to do anything but trust daddy and spread your legs when he tells you to. Let daddy decide who fucks you.”
“Mmm, yeah.”
“You don’t mind daddy’s friends using your pretty-girl cunt to masturbate with, do you?”
“Uh-uh.”
Sebastian’s free hand brushes hair from your face. “No, course you don’t. You wouldn’t mind dropping out of the campaign to sit under the table and suck us off either.”
“Uh-uh.”
“And you wouldn’t mind the winner bending you over and fucking you. You’d love it.”
“I’d love it.”
“You know your cunt will be filled at the end of the night either way, and that’s all you care about. Maybe daddy will invite a few more friends. Bet they’d all be real motivated to do well.”
“Yes, please, daddy.”
Sam’s index and ring finger spread your folds further, devouring your swollen bud with his eyes as it becomes fully exposed. His middle finger slides onto it, flicking over it with the calloused pad sporadically, each time eliciting a gasp. When he connects more permanently, rubbing harsh circles over it, your eyelids squeeze shut and your face twists up, crying his name. Crying Seb’s nickname. A litany of “Sammy” and “Daddy” with whines interspersed.
“Getting close, puppy?” Sam asks innocently.
“Yuh, Sammy.”
“Can you be good and hold it?” Seb asks. It does sound like an actual question requiring an actual answer from you.
“Dontthinkso,” you whimper, the words all strung together.
“Try really really hard. I’ll give you a treat if you hold it.”
Despite Seb’s deal, Sam still isn't going to help you. His finger doesn’t slow or ease up on your clit, and his hips are still moving nice and slow, sure to drag all along your sensitive spots. It still feels like he’s trying to get you off. Your cunt is spasming around him, trying to hold it, but each time your muscles tighten in an attempt to hold back, Sam only feels bigger inside you, and his cockhead only presses harder on your g-spot. But what’s the treat? You wouldn’t expect anything less of Sebastian than to withhold that information if you fail.
“So tight, puppy. Wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” Sam teases.
“Yes,” you hiss. Your eyes are still closed. You can’t risk opening them. Can’t risk seeing the way Sam looks hungrily at you with his blown-out pupils as he humps his thick cock into you. Can’t risk seeing Sebastian pumping his own cock just inches from your face. The sounds are enough to drive you crazy.
“Gonna cum, pup?”
“No.”
“She’s gonna cum,” Sam says to Sebastian. He sounds so cocky, so sure of it. You wonder if he can feel it. If he really knows before you do.
“She’s not gonna cum,” Sebastian retorts, a tinge of pride in his tone.
“How long do I have to wait?” you manage to ask. Neither of them say anything for a while, withholding the answer to the end of this torture. Your body shakes, and you’re sure the only things keeping you from your orgasm are the curiosity of Seb’s treat and your hands gripping the blankets so hard that you’re sure they’ll have holes worn into them if this doesn’t let up soon. Sam only speeds up his attacks on the swollen bundle of nerves. His hips sometimes stutter as he pulls out, as if pointedly fucking at the rough spot beneath the small of your tummy. You take turns panting and gasping, your lungs never seeming to fill with air.
Instead of answering the question that still hangs above your head, Seb says, “Fuck her.” You don’t know what that means at first, and your eyes open to assess the situation like it may give you some context. Instead, you watch Sam move back, your hips dropping to the mattress as a result. He reaches back to grab your ass, giving you just the slightest incline, before his cock drives into your soaked cunt with a harsh thrust, forcing a yelp out of you. Not of pain but of surprise, the sudden stretch having been foreign as he’d inched his way into your cunt all night. Now, he’s pounding into you, wet smacks filling the room and rivaling that of Seb’s cock wrapped in his tattooed fingers. Sam’s wedging a pillow under your ass, freeing up his hands, and he chooses to reattach a finger to your swollen clit and circle over it in just the right spots. His cock still abuses your g-spot like this, not even less frequently with the rough pace he’s set, and his cock rams it on its way to your cervix.
“Sammy, please, slow—” you beg, not because you want it to slow, but because you can’t fight off the unraveling of the knot in your stomach. Haven’t you obeyed long enough? You could’ve been worked to another orgasm by now.
Sam, obviously, doesn’t listen to you. “Dumb puppies take what they’re given,” he reminds you, “and they say ‘thank you.’”
“Thankyou Sammy.”
“Gooood,” he coos, pausing the angry circles on your sensitive bud just long enough to give it one slow stroke, as if to reinforce the behavior. “Thank Seb.”
“Thankyou daddy.”
“Good girl,” Seb says, matching Sam’s patronizing tone perfectly. “Now daddy’s friend is going to cum in your cute pussy, and he’s going to fuck it into your cervix, and you’re going to keep your legs nice and wide and let him. You’re gonna cum, but only once daddy gives you your treat.” You nod as if you’ve understood any of his directions, but you know the important part. You can cum when you get your treat.
“Good puppy,” Sam says at your half-lidded glossy eyes and your silent answer and your insistence to keep from cumming thus far. He hasn’t made it easy, but he knows that. “Been such a good brainless fleshlight. So wet, made a big mess everywhere, but that’s okay. Too dumb to think for yourself, and it makes you so horny to have all your decisions made for you. So pathetic and stupid that it makes us hard.”
“Need your cum, Sammy, please.”
“Keep begging for it, baby. Show me how bad you need it in your tummy.”
“Pleasepleaseplease, Sammy, daddy promised you’d fuck it into me.” His cock twitches, hard enough that you can feel it through the tight hold your cunt has on him. “Need it in me. Need it in my tummy. Need all your cum, Sammy, please, gimme.” You’re thoroughly convinced that this is all you need. You’ll feel better once it’s there. Sammy will feel better and daddy will feel better and they’ll be so happy and you’ll feel better.
A wave of ecstasy washes over you, hot and delicious, when he groans out, “Good puppy, gonna fill you up,” through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he slows just a little, thrusts staggering as he feels his orgasm coming on.
You’re so entranced that you miss daddy’s words at first. They only register when a rope of hot cum lands on your lips, some of it on your tongue as you’d had it edged just out of your mouth as your arousal grew to a height you’re sure it’s never reached before, the appendage finding its way naturally, Sebastian’s years of training teaching you to stick it out like a good dumb baby girl when you’re so horny that you can’t think. “Open wide,” he’d said. Your lips part further, tongue stuck out toward your chin, and the next rope lands right on it. Sebastian’s taken a step closer, wanting it to pool on the pink surface.
Worry fills you, the combination of cum filling your mouth and your cunt at once so fucking hot that you clench hard around Sam, and you can feel yourself milking his cock as it twitches hard once more. His groan is your indication that his seed is being emptied against your cervix right now, aided by gravity with your hips up on the pillow. “Cum, stupid,” Sam grunts through heavy breaths as his finger continues to glide over your clit while his other hand squeezes your hip hard, pulling you closer to him, getting his ropes as deep into you as he can.
That’s when you realize that this is your treat. The hot, salty cum from daddy. As if a barrier has broken, your orgasm hits immediately, whimpers bubbling up your throat and leaving your parted lips as you continue to catch your treat on your tongue. You want to cry out for both of them but you want every drop daddy has to give, and you’re so overjoyed that it’s unlikely you have any control over your body right now. Unless one of the men gives you such an order, all you can muster is this. Sam doesn’t pull out more than a couple inches as your cunt milks his cock, and the head of Sebastian’s cock is pressed to your tongue, the tip of it smearing the thick white pool, a strong hand squeezing out every bit he can.
When Seb is finished, he commands you to swallow, and you do without hesitation. You lick your lips, cleaning off the remnants, and open back up for his cock. He feeds the fat tip to you, letting you lick and suck every bit of cum, letting you keep it in your mouth long past it being clean. As you begin to come down, Sam finally begins to fuck his seed deep, and you take care to spread your legs further for him, allowing him to reach your cervix with relative ease. Your eyes remain on Sebastian’s, wide as you look up at him through your lashes, and he pets your hair as Sam resorts to grinding his hips against you at your deepest point. “Good girl,” Seb smiles. “Did so good. Almost done.”
Sam, with one final thrust, leans over and rests his head on your chest. His hands are still tight on your hips, cock still tucked deep inside you. “Think you broke him,” Sebastian comments over the blond’s heavy gasps, trying to catch his breath. You giggle, patting his sweaty hair.
“Yeah, I’m broken,” he mumbles against your damp skin. “Gonna get really good at the campaigns, though, so I can fuck your girlfriend every week.” Guess Sebastian’s proposal for the new rules wasn’t just a fantasy, either. That’s alright.
Seb only rolls his eyes at his friend. “Maybe we’ll stake billiards on her, too. That’s the only way I’m ever going to get some real competition at the saloon.”
Sam grunts, lifting himself back up to slowly pull out of you. As you carefully sit up, you realize Sam was right. The sheets are soaked, and it’s not just from the cum that seeps out of you. Sebastian reads your expression, adding in the direction of the blond, “You get to sleep on that side of the bed tonight.”
“Oh, darn,” Sam says in mock disappointment.
With most of the energy drained from the men, and all of it drained from you, the three of you are stuffed into bed within minutes. Sam on one side and Sebastian on the other. Sam leans close to your ear, whispering, “I didn’t put clothes on, so if you wake up ready for round two, just reach on over.”
You stifle a smile. “Seb usually wakes me up for that, so you’ll have to beat him to it.”
Your boyfriend’s eyes are closed, though he’s clearly still awake, and he shakes his head at the two of you. “I barely got a round one. She’s gonna be busy. Feel free to watch, though.”
actually wrote a good part of my next fic on my computer instead of on my phone at work at night and i suddenly realized how much fucking easier it is no wonder everyone gets works out so quick
