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âč àŁȘ Ëâč àŁȘ Ë part two of perfect little thing
part one | part two
sam x sebastian x f!reader
wc: 8,561
mdni -> mentions of stalker(ish) behavior, drug use, bondage, threesome (f/m/m), unprotected sex, blowjobs, creampies, mild angst, overstimulation, drug/alcohol use
you woke up sore.
littered in bites and bruises, lips chapped and cunt swollen, hips aching and throat dry.
tangled in a mess of your spare bedding, sebastian's arm hung loosely around you, already awake.
holy. fuck. what. fucking. happened.
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it'd been two weeks. two long, grueling weeks since that night.
preparations for three different events and festivals, tilling soil and planting everything you could, demand on the rise as the bees began humming.
chicks hatching and grass growing unreasonably fast, fish biting at each sparkly lure thrown.
aging wine and packing honey with sticky fingers, housing another cat marnie found stranded.
you were exhausted.
barely able to get a few hours each night, sebastian helping as much as he could when he wasn't working, stuck behind his screen most nights as his own deadlines loomed overhead.
sam hadn't said a word to you since that night. no texts, no shitty memes sent to the group chat, no invites to the saloon.
he avoided you in town, eyes glued to the ground and body doing a full 180 in the opposite direction.
hell, he didn't even say anything when both you and sebastian had to cancel on solorian due to the sheer amount of work you both were doing.
he didn't answer your texts, none of it made sense.
sebastian said they handled it, that it was nothing but some miscommunication between the both of them, easily buffed out.
so why was sam avoiding you?
it was eating you alive, clawing at the back of your throat.
so, you did what any sane person would do.
told them both to show up at your house, no if-ands about it.
did you tell them that the other was coming?
no, but you were sure it would be fine.
right?
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both of them sat on your couch, looking up at you like puppies being scolded for chewing up your shoes.
"sam, explain why the hell you've been avoiding us for the last two weeks. now," your arms were crossed, standing in front of sam as your eyes tore into him.
neither of them spoke, sebastian tapping his ring on the bottle of beer he'd been nursing for the last half hour while he prayed sam wouldn't fuck this all to hell.
this is not how he expected his evening to go.
sam's eyes locked on the cracks in the hardwood of your floor, leg bouncing with enough force to shake the candle on your end table.
he wished the earth would swallow him whole.
he knew there was a general plan, but nothing was ever truly solidified, and sharing hadn't ever been a problem before.
he thought sebastian's 'claims' were all in good fun, nothing too serious, not some law he was supposed to abide by.
that night proved him very, very wrong.
he didn't know sebastian was like that until his eyes changed in your bedroom, now a man who now burned holes into anyone who looked at you too long, always leaving marks visible beneath the worn out shirts you forgot to change out of when you rushed to pierre's for some last minute something.
you obviously fell right into sebastian's fucked up plan, bound by a loss of innocence and sweet nothings to cover the burn of your halo being torn off completely.
he didn't think sebastian would get away with it.
the egg festival nearly killed him. you were wearing a skirt, breeze blowing gently enough for his perverted stare to catch a hint of your panties when you bent over to help jaz re-tie her shoes.
he also caught bruises littering the inside of your thighs, sebastian's hand glued to the small of your back, mumbling in your ear and stepping away, offering him a cigarette while he was distracted with vincent, not enough time to run off.
he did take it, walking off with sebastian over the bright ribbon fencing, keeping the smoke away from the kids and not wanting you to follow, too stubborn to admit whatever it was bubbling in his chest when he saw you, and how sour it turned when his best friend filled the open space next to you.
they hadn't spoken since then.
it was complicated.
so very, very complicated.
sebastian used to be touchy with him. used to give all of his attention to him.
sebastian was the first guy he ever fucked for christ's sake, right in that basement that served as more of a safe haven than his own bedroom half the time.
then you came around, something in sebastian's eyes changing after you scared the shit out of him coming back from the mines while he smoked by the water, stars making the surface shimmer against the moonlight.
he would not shut up about you after that, about how unphased you looked despite the dirt settling under your fingernails, the burns and bruises forming around small cuts, carrying a fucking sword.
no rules were set, everything always so flexible between the people in town, no real labels fixed, even behind wedding rings.
it just all happened behind closed doors. no one talked about it, everyone knew about it.
so yeah, he'd been fucking around with penny and sebastian for years. hell, haley and alex had fooled around with him and sebastian, nothing was really off limits.
but you. you changed something with that stupid smile and tilt of your head when you were listening. you changed something when sebastian started leaving the house more hoping to see you.
you rewrote the way things operated. and you didn't even fucking know it.
sam could barely get any undivided attention from sebastian anymore, a few hours here and there, your constant presence through the winter suffocating his entire being.
your perfume, your laugh, the comments sebastian made about you under his breath to sam.
yeah, sebastian had blown him as some sort of half-assed apology a few times, sneaking off to the supply closet, making out here and there through shared cigarette smoke out back.
but it wasn't what it used to be.
sam caught the changes in sebastian instantly.
he waited outside the mines, hidden until he saw you cross the path back to your farm. he always had your chair a little closer to him, touches always lingering a second too long.
you either never got the hint, were too oblivious to know what was going on.
or for some reason he couldn't understand- you liked it.
that couldn't be the case, right?
then came the eavesdropping.
they really weren't planning on it, more so they just happened to be smoking in sam's backyard when they heard your voice coming from haley's bedroom.
they overheard everything. your pointers on how you think she should handle things depending on how abi was in a sexual setting, with the disclosure that you were a virgin.
they weren't convinced, there was no way a girl like you hadn't even orgasmed before.
it set something primal off in sebastian, straining against the worn denim of his jeans, pressing the nails of his free hand into his palm to remind himself he was real.
if this was all real, that he would get the chance to strip you of that innocence and keep it all to himself.
sam didn't clock it at first.
too lost on imagining haley and abi all over each other, or even you all over one of them, to watch through a window and pump himself raw.
it wasn't until sebastian called him out on staring at you while you talked to abi, presumably about her date with haley as your cross-faded eyes glazed over on the couch at the saloon with a foreign grit in his voice two days later that he started to get it.
cheeks warm and shirt tight, a sliver of your stomach peeking out as you got comfortable, unaware that your presence alone was sending each them down their own dangerous spirals.
sebastian walked you home that night, even though abi offered up her bed to you so you wouldn't have to stumble all the way home, bordering on crying when you thought about leaving your cats alone.
he stepped in before sam could, playing savior to show that he cared. that he cared more than sam.
sebastian thought he was crystal fucking clear when he said sam could help get you to finally take the hints he'd been throwing at you for a goddamn year.
that he would be there that night to keep you at ease, to make it feel normal.
he wasn't supposed to fuck you.
he thought sam understood that he called dibs, that you always looked to him first, that he knew more about you than sam ever would.
and he did.
he didn't just help his mom with repairs on the cabin. he didn't just keep one of the keys meant for your door as a spare in case you locked yourself out.
he didn't just watch you from the shadows in a breathless silence as you passed by his house just to wait until morning, hoping you made it home the night before.
he watched.
every single move of yours.
who you had over, what time you did what, slowly setting up cameras all around the farm.
one in your bedroom. living room. kitchen.
hidden in plain sight, disguised by smoke detectors and old security systems, a stuffed bear for your birthday with a camera in the eye.
no one knew. not even sam knew, too much of a loudmouth under an ounce of pressure, keeping the secret close to his chest as he watched you lose your mind over another set of panties gone missing.
oops.
you couldn't know, what if it scared you off? right into someone else's arms? right into sam's arms?
"sam, answer the fucking question," your voice knocked him out of his spiral, looking up at you while he stumbled over how he was supposed to stomach this, how the fuck to phrase this.
he wasn't even exactly sure what it was, a mix of jealousy and embarrassment and some stuffed away feeling that he refused to acknowledge.
he just wasn't exactly sure which part of all this set it off.
was it the lack of attention from seb, or the way he hopelessly held on to the fact that he would have his own chance with you? that sebastian would find that his idolization of you wasn't what you really were?
or was he just nursing a bruised ego?
"i- i let my own shit get in the way and i just- i don't know," he held his head in his hands, face hot and embarrassed.
"you're fucking jealous, is that what this is about?" sebastian scoffed, tilting his head over to look at him, tongue pressed into the inside of his cheek.
"i just-"
"you're jealous and your thought process was to ghost us? jesus christ sam you gotta stop smoking, ain't shit working right up there," sebastian was being smug with it, making fun of him just to add insult to injury.
he knew what he was doing. sebastian knew sam got off on this shit.
"i'm not jealous i just-" he was burning up, sides of his neck itching and cock throbbing through the panic of it all.
the embarrassment only made it worse.
"sam spit it out, please," you had yet to uncross your arms, slightly jutting out your hip to shift your weight.
"don't make my girl wait, sammy,".
"your girl? what you're official now?"
"is that what your problem is? sam i don't fucking understand what you're getting at here," you pressed your palms into your eyes, almost regretting ever letting that night happen.
you didn't want their decade of friendship to crumble because of you.
"i know what it is," sebastian leaned in close to sam, lips burning at the heat visible on sam's pulse, a sleazy smirk audible. "you didn't like that she chose me, huh? you thought you could take her from me, just like you did all those times in college, huh sammy?"
bingo.
sam fell silent, a deer in the headlights as sebastian figured it out before he could.
sebastian was right. girls always ended up falling for him, left pining for sam's attention. he wasn't needy with it, he was mean with it, always making sam pay for what he'd done one way or another.
almost like sam did it on purpose, even if it was just subconsciously.
not to mention the sick sense of accomplishment at being deemed better than sebastian at something.
he hated always being one step behind him, sebastian smarter than him when it came to most things, barely needing practice for something to be good at it.
so yeah, he was possessive over something he thought would be his.
but sebastian stole that from him before he realized it was happening. until your shiny eyes looked at sebastian like he hung the moon.
fuck.
"you're avoiding us because your ego got bruised?" you couldn't help but scoff, walking off to your kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and a lighter.
sebastian looked at him with a twisted glare, a swirling mess of anger and betrayal, the tick in his jaw set on making sam sit with the reality of what was happening.
of what the two of you might do to him.
he was going to be humiliated for his reaction to not getting what he wanted, simply to fuck sebastian over. to keep sebastian's attention, to leave you as nothing but friends with benefits so he could still have sebastian wrapped around his finger.
he needed to pay for what he caused. for what he did.
for making you worry, for making you feel like you fucked up, when all sam had to do was apologize.
sam bit down on his bottom lip, hating the sick thrill he got from it all, how he'd never seen that look in sebastian's eyes in all the years he'd known him.
"for how bruised your little ego is, you sure seem to be getting off on this," sebastian pawed at the bulge in sam's jeans abruptly, painfully leaking and stifling a moan behind his teeth. "almost makes me think you did it on purpose,".
sam closed his eyes and let a soft whine slip out, two weeks without sebastian touching him was agony.
even though he really, really just wanted your throat again, your cunt again, your anything again.
he wanted your attention, wanted sebastian to see that he could take his place at any point.
maybe he ignored you on purpose, the devil on his shoulder laughing with each attempt you made to reach out, that both of you would be so mad you'd surrender your attention to him out of pity and frustration and everything in between.
"fuck you," his jaw pulled tight, sebastian's palm rubbing against him rougher than before, trying so hard not to stutter up into the friction, to not cave in, to get up and fuck you in front of seb just to prove a damn point.
his head was spinning, synapses shorting out with the overwhelming hum of his thoughts, the glimmer of sebastian's lip ring, the way you looked so fucking hot when you were mad, the flush of embarrassment and sinking realization that he was jealous and acted so childish about it.
he couldn't even think straight if he tried despite being completely sober, blood rushing below the belt and letting the fog settle in its place within his skull.
it took everything sebastian had in him to not press hard enough to hurt, to not tear into him for the next three hours about how much of a prick he was, about how badly it hurt every time sam one-upped him, all of it.
about how angry seb was for years, how despite it all he would listen through the walls each time sam drug someone to his room, the smug wink he gave him each time, about how fucking confusing it all was.
every nerve ending fought to hold his tongue, to see what you wanted done, even if sebastian wanted nothing more than to make sam beg for attention on his knees until they bruised to the marrow.
but that's what sam wanted. his subconscious just took the reigns this time.
he wanted sebastian to degrade him, to treat him like nothing but a common whore while he used him to the point of tears.
it would still be that attention he was crying for.
he bit it back, swallowing the twitch of his tongue, venom burning in his chest.
no, he was going to make sam wish he would yell at him, hit him, anything.
"you'll have to ask my girl if i can do that," sebastian was going to have fun with this, so lost in his own spiral of punishment, sam so lost in the fraction of contact he was given that neither of them noticed you standing a few feet from the couch watching the entire ordeal.
you cleared your throat, sam already looking ruined, sebastian moving back into his seat to let you settle between them.
you heard all of it, suspicions confirmed, fluttering around in the back of your head since you pulled off of sam's cock with a bruised throat.
you were pissed, weeks of thinking you did something wrong, that you ruined a life-long friendship, that sebastian was lying to you about everything.
how the fuck were you supposed to get back at them for this?
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you couldn't get the lingering taste of anger out of your throat.
you sat there and spun on it, cuticles beginning to bleed as you tried to think through it all.
you made them sit through hours of television, too many smoky inhales and another bottle of wine lulling the festering rage, swimming in the same high you felt the last time all three of you sat on your couch with bloodshot eyes.
focus shifting to blinking and breathing, trying to ignore your cunt drooling as you replayed the memory, your high mixing with the sugary wine only making your clit throb against the seam of your denim shorts incessantly.
you were supposed to be mad at them, not soaking your damn panties over this.
quick glances caught sam trying to adjust the bulge in his pants countless times, sebastian not fairing any better, all while you pressed your thighs together.
the tension settled so thick you swore you could taste it, searing the enamel on your teeth as you tightened your jaw.
it didn't help that sam's thigh pressed against yours as you put your feet on the coffee table, all while sebastian's hand traced lines up and down the other.
it was suffocating.
the heat radiating off sam made your chest flush, biting your bottom lip nearly the entire time, torturing yourself to see if one of them would cave in.
you were not going to be the one to start this. they were going to handle this. not you.
adjusting yourself again, you parted your thighs just a little bit, a hidden invitation for either to take, not even caring about who it was at this rate.
even if sebastian was technically your boyfriend now.
obviously the monogamy was an afterthought, a concept that applied some of the time.
not that you were really complaining about that, if you were being completely honest.
your eyes were still glued forward, both of them now looking at you with a hunger you'd never seen before, heavier now that they knew what you felt like. what you tasted like.
what you sounded like.
sebastian took the bait first, shifting his body towards you with his elbow on the backrest, hand holding his head up, fingertips tracing over the seam of your shorts, looking right past you to gaze at sam like nothing was happening.
sebastian had learned most of your cues by now, fucking the stress right out of the both of you every night since that night.
except it'd been three whole nights this time around, his work deadlines and the shipments you had to fill left you both too tired to make the trek to one house or the other.
but you were addicted. once that halo was ripped from your skull, all you wanted was to be fucked stupid over and over and over again while your pretty little wings turned darker by the second.
sam took another swig from the bottle, catching the movement in the process, nearly choking on his spit at how blatantly sebastian was torturing him.
with no warning, sebastian pressed right on your clit, heartbeat thrumming against the seam, a choked gasp filling the room as he pressed circles against you at an agonizing pace.
sam was torn, eyes flickering between your parted lips, sebastian's heady glare, the veins in his hand as he gave you just enough to whine, not enough to satiate.
he didn't bother asking, leaning in and wrapping his hand around your throat, pulling your lips against his in sheer frustration, all tongue and teeth and heaving breaths before you could register it.
you weren't really sure how sebastian was going to react, but you also didn't care, too pent up and sick of the tension, too high to think straight, too high to move.
"the fuck you think you're doing?" sebastian yanked you off him by the hair, scalp stinging.
"what's it look like i'm fuckin' doing?" his grip on your throat tightened, pulling you back towards him.
sebastian had stopped rubbing your clit, hand falling still at the audacity sam had, never thinking he would actually do anything, fueling that sadistic fire in his lungs.
your brows pinched, willing yourself to cross your arms as you let them eye-fuck each other like you didn't exist, fully enthralled with pissing each other off all because of you.
you couldn't deny the fact that it was fucking hot, fighting against your own need to knock them out of this to pay attention to you.
sam noticed, shoving sebastian's still hand out of the way to tend to your needs, only for sebastian to grab his wrist. hard.
"no touching until you apologize for ruining shit," sebastian's voice was low, condescending, fucking with sam in all the right ways.
"ruining shit? what the fuck are you-"
"guys," you were fed up, so neglected it hurt, soaking through your panties and your shorts in a few minutes time. "bedroom, now,".
both of their heads snapped to you, sebastian's grip dropping on sam's wrist, startled how stern you were, how mad you looked.
they both nearly moaned, sam following your orders in an instant while sebastian raised a brow, testing your resolve, waiting for you to waiver just a bit.
"don't fucking test me right now," your eyes narrowed, so desperate to be touched you swore you might die, but not giving him the satisfaction of crumbling under his stare.
yet.
"or what?" he leaned in to the crook of your neck, breath hot on your pulse, fingers now digging into the plush of your waist.
"or i'll let sam fuck me and you only get to watch, now go," you pulled his hands away from your sides, practically shoving him off you, trying to figure out what the hell you were going to do with them.
"pushing your luck, baby," he tutted, taking the bottle of wine with him while he walked down the hallway towards your bedroom.
he'd get you to cave in, begging for him to do anything, everything, something. he knew you were already stoned, already tipsy, a dangerous mix that dropped your inhibitions to zero.
the veil of confidence slipped for just a second, breathing in the air less saturated in cologne and unspoken grudges.
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they were both shirtless, staring at the doorway and waiting for you to waltz in, both of them fighting the urge to drag you in - the thrill of your delay getting to both of them.
even though you and sebastian were official, you couldn't help but yearn for both of them to fuck their frustrations out on you, leaving you so cockdrunk you couldn't see straight.
stopping in the doorway, both of them looked up at you with polar opposite expressions, both nearly making your knees buckle.
sam looked desperate, a dog punished and told off, unable to stand still and barely able to stop himself from palming his cock over his jeans until he came.
sebastian looked predatory, tied up with iron chain and tugging on the metal until it gave, clenching his jaw hard enough for the hinges to crack to try and stop himself from throwing you onto the bed and making you pay just for a thinking you could be a brat to him.
you stood between sebastian's legs, wrapping your arms around his neck and batting your lashes at him.
"handle your boyfriend, baby," a mean tilt to your voice sank into his ears, frustration bubbling over and refusing to let the bruise of lost attention darken any further.
"he's not my bo-"
"sebastian," a warning sign, the last you were going to give.
both of you looked over at him, sebastian's hands on your hips and kneading the flesh, false pity on your face while the stars aligned in his head.
sebastian spun you around, sitting you down on the edge of the bed, looking for your approval to leave you untouched.
a simple nod had him crowding sam's space, pupils taking over the last of his irises before he unbuckled sam's belt, nearly breaking the button and zipper as he palmed sam's cock once, before grabbing his face hard.
"strip," was all he said, labored and settling a second too late, sam stuttering as he shoved his jeans and boxers down in one go.
"sit," his palm shoved into his chest, forcing him to stumble back into your chair, grabbing a piece of rope you had lying around, excess from a project that never quite worked the way you wanted it to.
you watched as sebastian pulled sam's hands back, posture straightening as his wrists were bound together with practiced knots, tugging on them for good measure and dragging the chair beside your bed.
sam was leaking, the tip of his cock red and begging for attention, drops of pre leaking on to his stomach, coating the metal of his piercing.
his heart sank, spine aching for any sort of contact, for any sort of friction.
this was not what he had in mind, yet the precum coating his stomach was telling on him.
looming over him, sebastian titled his chin up, lips nearly grazing, smiling at sam trying to chase them as he pulled back, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"be a good boy for us, yeah?"
sam nodded with blind enthusiasm, twitching at the way you looked at him, like he was pathetic.
seeing them so close, teetering on collision and pent up tension, had you dripping, thighs pressed together for any sort of friction, saliva pooling in your mouth as you stared at him, needing something, anything, now.
"eyes on me, baby," sebastian turned to crowd your space, grabbing your chin to force your attention.
finally leaning in, he kissed you hard, taking any smoke stained air right out of your lungs as he dug his fingers into your scalp, cradling the back of your head to keep you from running.
aching for friction, your hips tried to buck into him, tried to meet his straining cock to slide against, broken whines swallowed up by his lips before they were voiced.
he smirked against your lips, knowing you were desperate, knowing that nothing was going on in that pretty little head of yours except for blinding need.
his free hand worked to unbutton your shorts, pulling the zipper down slowly, savoring the way your stomach twitched at his every touch.
pulling you off his lips, he shoved you into the mattress, yanking down your since ruined shorts and your slick soaked panties in one fluid motion.
he tossed them in sam's direction, not paying him any mind, not giving him attention.
grabbing your ankles, he pulled you flush to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the ground and eye level with your cunt.
right where sam could see everything.
tracing his hands up your thighs on his shoulders, he pushed the hem of your shirt up, soaking up the way your stomach twitched with each hint of movement.
you were so fucking needy, honeyed slick making a mess all on its own, begging for him to do something about it.
you hated how quickly your attitude dissolved with the smallest breath of attention, hated that sam's glossy eyes on you only made it worse.
sebastian planned on teasing you, planned on taking control of the room, all efforts falling through the floor as he huffed the scent of your arousal coating the heat in front of him.
reaching your hand down, you laced your fingers through his hair and yanked him into you, watering mouth latching on to your clit on instinct.
wrapping his arms around your thighs, he pulled you closer, hips half off the bed, teasing your entrance with his tongue only to find his way back to your throbbing clit, repeating the cycle with rhythmic precision.
he was greedy with it, coaxing each drop of sap out of you and swallowing every last one, fingertips bruising the plush of your thighs in an attempt to hold you still.
locking your ankles behind his head, you pulled his hair harder, goosebumps riddling your skin as he moaned into your cunt with the sting of his scalp and your syrupy whines.
you wanted more, wanted to feel full, head full of memories from then.
"s-seb," you pulled him free, his swollen lips coated in a sticky sheen, brows pinched in annoyance at the separation.
"yeah?" his breath was hot against your skin, throat bobbing as he fought between the urge to punish you for having the gall to tear him away and listening to what was so damn important that it couldn't be pieced together through broken moans.
"wan' more," you batted your lashes in feigned innocence, bottom lip jutted as you broke eye contact, glancing over at sam and nearly coming undone just from the sight.
he was a disaster. eyeliner smudged from water pooling and sticking to his lashes, veins in his arms barely contained under skin as he fought the rough restraints pinning him back.
his chest a splotchy red, pre sticking to his stomach and dripping onto the chair between his tattooed legs, cock an angry flush of red as it twitched at your split second of attention.
"don't look at him," sebastian rose from his knees, sliding you back on the bed all in one swift move, grabbing your jaw and digging his fingers into the fat of your cheeks to force your eyes back to him.
he let go of your jaw with a rough release, the outline of your teeth now printed on the inside of your cheek, frustration bubbling tenfold with each passing second you were being unattended to.
"don't tell me your ego is being bruised now too, baby," the smirk on your lips was evil, huffing a laugh at how stunned he was, lips still glossy with your slick.
"sammy honey," you looked past sebastian and right into sam's tear soaked eyes, pussy clenching on nothing at the broken whimper you were met with.
"hm?" you almost felt bad for him, every muscle taught and chest heaving.
sebastian turned around to see sam in shambles, blood beginning to boil as he saw the way he looked at you, like an angel coming to save him.
seb didn't catch the sick look in your eye, forgoing your own climax as you remembered he had an awful lot to make up for, too.
"want sebby to blow you?" you tilted your head so sweetly, reveling in the frantic nod the blonde gave before you were even done speaking, a sweet smile to sebastian who looked betrayed.
"what?" he scoffed, running his fingers through his hair.
"go on, sweetheart," a standoff simmered between his creased brow and your raised one, crossing your arms until he caved.
he wasn't used to being the one receiving demands, wasn't used to being denied what he wanted, but god did it make him impossibly harder.
not that he would give you the satisfaction of that admission, swallowing any reaction for the sake of his dwindling pride.
he slowly crawled off of you, breath catching at the heat sam was radiating, slowly dropping to his knees.
"nuh-uh, strip for us," you had settled against the wall, legs still spread wide like a reward, taunting them with the thing they both wanted so badly.
"jesus christ," he bit the inside of his cheek, face flushed with the attention, air stopping its fluttered movement to watch all the same.
his belt hit the floor with feigned confidence, stepping out of his jeans and boxers as he slid them off in one go, turning his head to roll his eyes at you before his knees hit hardwood.
"always such a wreck, aren't you?" sebastian tutted, running his hands up sam's legs at an agonizing pace.
"fuck you," sam barely got the words out before sebastian's hand wrapped around him, thumb tracing over the pre that coated his pierced tip. "ffff-uckk," his head fell back, nearly cumming from a single touch.
a satisfied hum reverberated in sebastian's chest, leaning down to lick a single line up sam's cock, eyes trained up on the forced bob of his throat.
the shattered sob that echoed sent sparks down your spine, sebastian's mouth suddenly so full at a single dip of his head and the ruin sam was in was devastating.
you didn't know how fucking hot it was to watch the two of them until now, heart beating so fast you swore your pulse was visible, breath bated to hear the vulgar sounds echoing off the walls.
you watched him take sam to the base, nose pressed against his stomach, a stray tear streaming down sam's face.
"f-fuhhh-ck, please don't stop seb holy ffff," he could barely spit the words out, wrists red as he pleaded to set them free, to grab the back of sebastian's head and make him choke.
spit pooled on the wood beneath them, muffled moans hushed by the weight of sam's dripping cock on his tongue, hair messy and knees bruising.
you felt damn near starstruck, throat dry yet mouth salivating, eyes pinned open.
sam couldn't even spit out a warning when sebastian sucked even harder, cheeks hollowing around him and tongue drawing lazy circles over the head, sputtering out ropes down his throat with heaving breaths.
sebastian swallowed it all without thought, lost in the motions with eyes fluttering between sam's face and fully closed, eyeliner smudged all the same as he cleaned up every last drop.
sebastian finally pulled off, sam still painfully hard, utterly overstimulated yet whimpering at the loss, sitting back on his heels.
"better?" you tried your best to sound composed, condescending, sebastian turning around instantly with a glare you'd never seen before, all while sam sniffled and nodded.
with swollen lips and spit still on the corner of his mouth, sebastian practically jumped you, standing and crowding your space before you could register it.
"y'think you're funny, don't you?" he pulled you away from the wall with a harsh tug on your hips, nearly tearing your shirt as he worked to get it off you, bra discarded all the same.
"probably think you're in charge here, huh?" grabbing the back of your neck, he tilted your head to the side, kissing down your throat once before sucking in a bruise, sinking his teeth into the fragile skin nearly enough to bleed, blood vessels reminded of who really had claim over them.
"you did listen like a good boy though, isn't that right sammy?" you fluttered your lashes with a sleazy smirk on your lips, trying to seem composed.
sam pulled his eyes away from your exposed form, drool pooling on the corner of his mouth, eyes wide and pupils dilated enough for the color to vanish completely.
"y-yeah," he mumbled, praying if he was good you'd let him free, let him paw at your skin, to sink his teeth into sebastian, to do something beyond sitting there and struggling.
you watched sebastian as he pulled away, jaw setting as he took a single deep breath before he snapped, completely fed up with how much fun you seemed to be having watching him suffer.
with dizzying speed he flipped you on to your stomach and up the bed, pulling your hips up and spreading your knees apart before you even knew what was happening.
he scoffed at the slick coating the inside of your thighs, warm and tacky against your skin, shiny in the lamplight as you squirmed under his stare.
"this fuckin' wet just from watching me blow him? god you're filthy baby," you felt his length slide between your swollen folds, catching your painfully neglected clit as he coated himself in the honey pouring out of you at a humiliating rate.
turning your head to the side to try and look back at him, bruised knees now on the soft bedding as he shifted, you caught the way his eyes were glued to the sight.
"'s that a probl- fuck fuck fuck seb oh my god," halfway through your sentence he bucked up into you, fighting the resistance with how tight you were around him, cursing under his breath for not taking the time to work you open.
only halfway in and your legs shook, the stretch almost burning before simmering into warmth, bucking your hips back into him for just a little more.
without thought he slammed into you, hips smacking against the fat of your ass before nearly pulling out all the way, just to bully his way back in with a kind of fervor that was blinding.
broken moans we're pulled from your throat louder than you'd expected, tears welling near instantly, every nerve ending sparkling white and buzzing.
"fuckin' mean, y'know that?" sebastian's voice fell low, teeth gritting together to hide his heaving breaths, fingers digging bruises to the bone.
"nuh-uh," you tried to shake your head, barely noticeable with how much strength he was holding you down with.
"no?" he scoffed, burying himself impossible deeper as he leaned over you, crying out at the abuse to that spongey little spot over and over and over again. "didn't even let me finish eatin',".
"w-whatever oh my g-od," he let go of one hip just to grab a handful of your hair and pull your head up from the mattress, forcing your arch deeper than you even thought it could go.
you could barely breathe, airways restricted with each thrust knocking what little air you had left out of you, swearing on your life that he was in your lungs.
he licked up a stray tear from your cheek before letting you go and placing that hand on the small of your back and pushing.
"'m close please pl-please seb f-uck," your words barely audible as you sobbed into your bedding, legs trembling, only held up by his primal grip.
"y' think you deserve to cum, baby?" you felt his hand slowly shift from the small of your back to right above your clit, toying with the idea and sending another wave of slick out of you.
"mhm," you sniffled, cunt tightening around him with each bruising thrust, the thread holding your orgasm back nearly tearing under the pressure.
"what'd'y think, sammy," sebastian looked over to sam, eyes transfixed on the way you sucked sebastian in so well, the drips of arousal pooling under you, the flush on his hips from repeated thrusts, peripheral blurring entirely.
"let h-her," sam whimpered, rope indenting his skin and leaving tiny little bruises from his unrelenting squirms against them.
you nearly cried at the words spilling past sam's lips, sebastian leaning into you and shoving you into the mattress, fingers finding your clit on instinct, arms tucked under you and forced to simply take it.
"you're l-lucky he's desperate," sebastian's voice was low against your neck, nipping your throat as you unraveled before you could warn him.
kept up only by his unrelenting grip, cunt spasming around him in fluttered beats, his hips stuttered and thrusts grew messy as moans spilled past his tongue before he could catch them.
"fuckin' dirty girl, aren't you? should've made you work for it,".
you could barely process his reprimands through your fucked-out haze, legs more akin to jelly as you sobbed under him, high seemingly refusing to crash and voice cracking with each sound pushed from your throat.
everything turned blurry, hearing muffled and nerve endings sparking, nearly collapsing entirely as he came hard.
the warmth flooded inside you, pushed deeper and deeper and deeper with each bullying press, each bruise of your cervix, each moan filling the room.
your spine ached, sighing in relief as he pulled out devastatingly slow, letting your hips fall into the wrinkled bedding with your face still buried in the fabric.
"seb please," sam's voice cracked hard, a sniffle barely heard over the creak of the wooden chair, pleading to be let free. "please i've been good i'm sorry i'm so-"
"quit whining," sebastian snapped, still painfully hard and cheeks flush, barely holding on to the last thread of restraint keeping him from untying him.
"babe," your eye roll audible as you weakly propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at sam, spit pooling in your mouth as he looked somehow more ruined, genuine remorse in his blown out eyes.
"tch," his jaw locked hard, possession creeping back in, jealously boiling.
a pit formed in his chest as he knew you were going to get what you wanted despite his disdain, even if it tore him apart entirely.
who was he to tell you no?
was he happy about it in the slightest? absolutely the fuck not, but he would be damned if he let sam ruin anything else for him, or god forbid out him.
he felt your side way glare, the way your pupils narrowed so quickly, a reminder that he was in the doghouse, too.
a strangled sigh crept out, jaw set so tight you could practically hear his molars cracking under the pressure as he made his way behind sam, tugging his hair back to force him to look up and behind.
towering behind him, sebastian leaned over just enough for his swollen lips to brush the shell of sam's ear, a faint shiver running down his spine.
"don't let her down," his words sunk into sam's skin quick, permission handed over in a single hushed sentence, one you couldn't even hear.
shifting on to your side, you propped your head up with your palm, elbow pressed into the mattress as you tried your best to collect yourself, to steady your breathing before you lost it for good given the look plastered on sebastian's face.
he took his sweet time undoing the knots that had been bruising for what felt like hours, relief flooding in bit by agonizing bit to his fingertips.
shaking out his arms once for good measure, he stood slowly, looking back at sebastian just to make sure he really was allowed to touch you this time around, hesitation lingering behind the gloss of need coating his eyes.
"sam, c'mere," you sat up, pulling his attention away from the possessive stare sebastian held. "'s okay, yeah?"
all he could do was nod, heart damn near beating out of his chest, cock painfully throbbing as a few rivulets of pre spilled over.
grabbing his wrist, you pulled him onto the bed and kissed him hard before he could begin to protest.
sam immediately sunk into your touch, a heavy moan simmering in his throat as you ran your fingers up his arm to the nape of his neck, tugging his hair just enough to sting and smiling against his lips at the sound of him pretending he still had a sliver of dignity left to save.
his hands were everywhere, fingertips digging into your waist hard enough to bruise just to leave and paw at your chest, wanting to feel every inch of you all at the same time and frustrated he couldn't do so.
your brain was fuzzy already, skin flushed and cunt dripping all over again with sebastian's cum spilling out far too fast for his liking.
before you could blink you were on your back, head nearly off the foot of the bed, one leg thrown over his shoulder all at once.
you were so sensitive, swollen from sebastian's bullying, shivering once as the mess sticking to your cunt hit the air.
"so messy, pretty girl," he huffed a small laugh before sliding himself between your folds, piercing hot against your swollen clit with each slow roll against you.
his lips met your neck, hesitating for a fraction of a second before sucking a dark bruise against your pulse, testing waters he knew he shouldn't, yet too lost in the moment to care.
pulling away from your neck ever so slightly, he drew back just a little farther before catching on your leaking hole, letting inch by agonizing inch sink in.
"ffff-uck sammm," your fingernails instantly dug into his arms, crescent moons forming with each inch, head tipping back.
"fuck you feel so fucking good," sam dropped his head, fixated on the slight swell of your belly as he buried himself to the hilt, breathing labored and hair falling in his face.
pulling out until he was almost out, he buried himself hard, over and over and over again.
you swore he was bruising every inch of your cervix, trying to imprint his name over sebastian's like a madman.
"god you're fucking perfect holy ss-shit," sam was panting, hooking your other leg over his shoulder and pressing your knees to your chest with dizzying speed, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as he hit just where you needed him most.
"fuck," sebastian muttered under his breath, cock aching all over again.
jealousy sat heavy, but the sight of you so utterly helpless under sam flipped a switch this time around, a filthy smirk creeping up his lips.
you felt a presence behind you, a shadow looming over your head still halfway off the mattress, opening your eyes to sebastian's flushed length overhead.
"open up, pretty girl," he smeared his precum over your lips until you parted them, brain a fuzzy mess as sam refused to slow.
left without a choice, you slowly took sebastian down your throat, choking on his impatient thrust while sam inadvertently pushed you into sebastian.
above you, sebastian sucked in a breath through his teeth before grabbing sam by the throat and kissing him hard.
both of their paces stuttered at the contact, resentment spilling out as they made a mess of each other while they used you.
with each gag you squeezed sam impossibly tighter, climax creeping up on you faster than you'd ever admit.
muffled moans reverberated in your throat, sebastian nearly shivering at the vibrations with each involuntary bob of your head.
"i still fuck her better," seb mumbled between each bruising kiss, each tug on his bottom lip, jealousy getting the better of him with each moan you couldn't get out, each tremble of your pinned legs, each sign that you were close.
"bullshit," sam spat back, one hand slithering down your leg to your unattended clit, a sob trying to make its way out of your lungs.
"shut the fuck up," sebastian bit, tugging on sam's hair hard, eliciting the filthiest moan you'd ever heard him make.
sam tried to hold pace, to keep the circles on your clit steady, faltering terribly as sebastian latched on to the exposed column of his throat and sucked a deep bruise under his pulse.
you shattered, spasming around sam so tight he didn't know what to do with himself, coaxing him over the edge instantly.
sebastian wasn't fairing any better, spilling down your throat before he could catch it, warmth flooding your mouth as you tried your best to swallow.
it was so filthy, bed ruined, air filled with nothing but poor attempts to catch your breath and the scent of debauchery.
sam stayed buried inside you, aftershocks still coursing through and refusing to let him go.
you felt utterly limp, completely spent and fingertips buzzing, a sheen of sweat stuck to your forehead.
through heavy blinks, you somehow ended up in the tub once more, lavender settling into your airways and joints thanking you in silent reprieve at the warm water.
this time, though, there was no fighting. you had a glass of water with your favorite straw, music playing low from someone's phone.
sebastian brushed your hair out of your face, wiping away the sweat from your forehead and the spit from your lips with a warm cloth, little praises muttered in your ear making your cheeks run warm.
sam washed his face in the sink, tying half his hair up with ties he'd left in the past, boxers sitting low on his hips.
he leaned down and kissed your forehead despite sebastian's glare, leaving the bathroom for a moment with tired steps.
"did so good f'us, baby," sebastian pressed featherweight kisses to your warm cheeks, one after the other until both were buzzing with his lingering touch. "so good,".
you hummed with a shy smile, water gently moving as you readjusted in the tub, unable to meet his eye.
sam came back with the bong in hand, lighter in the other, crouching down with his knees touching sebastian's.
"c'mere pretty girl," sam helped you sit up a little further, sebastian leaning you forward just enough to not choke on the inhale, sam's lighter letting the smoke simmer as you pressed your kiss-bitten lips to the glass.
pulling the stem, you inhaled far too much for your own good, accidentally coughing the smoke right back in his face before you could turn your head.
leaning back against the tub with your head on the tile, you could barely keep your eyes open, more relaxed than you'd ever thought possible.
"can youâŠbothâŠstay?" you mumbled, water starting to cool, bubbles slowly falling.
they exchanged a glance, one you couldn't quite place, before sebastian spoke.
"sure, sweetheart, anything for you, yeah?" he noticed your single shiver that you tried to restrain as the heat left the bath, looking over at sam to grab your towel.
the rest passed in a blurry images, only certain of one thing - you were cuddled between them on your bed, dressed in new bedding and soft lamplight.
it was then when it clicked.
you didn't want to pick just one of them, so why choose one, when you could have both?
right?
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can you pleaseee write something about harvey being a top, your writing is so good and itâs so hard to find a good harvey fic where he isnât a complete subđ
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 â AU â Being employed by Harvey as his assistant has a lot of perks. Heâs a kind, considerate boss, and as youâve come to learn, that extends past your professional dynamic. Youâve been engaged in a personal relationship for months, kept quiet so as to not draw any ethical concerns from Harveyâs 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
Harveyâs 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. Itâs busier than youâd 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 doesnât 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. âChecking in for my assistant and I. Two rooms under Harvey.â
The young man types in his name, hesitating before replying, âIâm only seeing one room under that name, sir.â
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 practiceâs, none of which come up with another room. âAnd I assume youâre at capacity,â he says coldly, vaguely gesturing to the gathering behind him.
âWe are, unfortunately. There are a few hotels in the area that have vacancies, thoughââ
âI canât leave a young woman on her own in an unfamiliar city, can I?â Harvey snaps, shaking his head as he digs into his wallet. Appalled that such a thing might even be insinuated. âDoes the room at least have two beds?â
The employee shakes his head, sheepish. âOnly a king bed, sir.â
âGreat,â Harvey mutters, resting an elbow on the tall counter and holding out his credit card. âA couch?â
âThere is a couch. It isnât a pullout,â 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 Harveyâs sour mood. Youâve been in the company of Harveyâs colleagues to know that doctors can be rather unpleasant when they donât get their way. And while Harvey may not be happy right now, heâs 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.
âYou didnât need to make him feel like it was his fault,â you mumble.
âHad to play the part.â 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.
âWhat?â 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. âI might explode if I donât fuck you soon.â 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 bookedâthe intention was always to have you with Harvey every second of this conference. Your personal relationship is, while not forbidden, frowned upon, and while thereâs little risk in being together outside of work, heâs often so consumed by it that heâs 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 youâve 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. Itâs fancier than any place youâd stayed beforeâeven Harveyâs 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. âHave you even looked at the room yet?â you question breathily.
ââm sure itâs fine.â Of course he doesnât care. Heâs 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 theyâre incorporated so frequently that it doesnât 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 canât imagine how you would have managed to share the room without crossing some lines.
âItâs nice,â you assure him since he hasnât bothered to separate from you long enough to glance around for himself. Youâre not sure how youâre going to cover the mark heâs 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 youâd last gotten to see him like this as heâd been fully entrenched in catching up on work the last few weeks. Weâll more than make up for this lull, heâd promised repeatedly. It didnât 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, thereâs nothing you want to do less than be interrupted or pulled away. âAre there any events we need to attend tonight?â you ask.
âAbsolutely not. Reserved just for you.â 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. âHow do you smell so good? Weâve been traveling all day.â
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. âYour turn.â
You eye your loose button-up short sleeve. Itâs not as professional as Harveyâs 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. Youâre 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. âIâve been thinking about this trip for months. Canât believe I get to spend all this time with you.â
âI havenât been able to stop thinking about it.â Heâs 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, youâd 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 Harveyâs waistband, stroking the sensitive skin beneath it. His hold on your hair grows a little tighter in response. âI was hoping to make you feel good first,â he breathes.
âYouâre the one who stood in front of me in these pants.â Itâs intentionalâthe choice to wear these, at least. Tailored and fitted perfectly, grey fabric leaving little to your imagination now that heâs dropped his guard and allowed himself to get excited about all your dirty plans. Before he can argue back, youâve 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.
âFuckâyou canât do that.â 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. âBabyâŠâ
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 Harveyâs 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. âYeah?â
A man on the end of the line speaks for a while, but you canât make out the specifics. âI told you I couldnât tonight,â Harvey finally replies. Another bout of silence. âWhy donât we do it tomorrow?â A heavy sigh from above. âFine.â The brunet glances at the digital clock on the nightstand. âSix-thirty? Alright. See you soon.â
âSo you do have plans,â you fill in. Youâre 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 youâre together again is enough to ease the disappointment.
âI didnât, but I got guilted into them. Iâm sorry, sweetheart. Itâs just drinks with some old med school friends.â
âItâs fine,â you shrug. âIâll take a nap while youâre gone.â
His face falls. âOh⊠I thought youâd go with me.â
âDo you want me to?â
âOf course I do.â
âBut⊠does it make any sense for me to be there? As your assistant?â
âItâs not a big deal. Iâll tell âem I didnât want to leave you on your own. Worst case, theyâll just think Iâm showing off my pretty assistant.â
âBut you are, right?â
Harvey chuckles, pinching your cheek softly. âCourse I am.â He leans down to kiss you. âBut no flirting with them. Iâve lost track of whoâs single, whoâs married, and whoâs gotten divorced.â
You shake your head sadly, as if it had been your plan all along. âAlright. Iâm all yours.â
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 Harveyâs face as he guides you over.
âHey,â he greets the group. âHope you donât mind, but I brought my assistant. Sheâs never been to one of these, so I figured Iâd show her that weâre not all work and no play.â The joke earns him a hefty laugh from the group. You hadnât 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 donât follow quite as closely. By the third round of drinks, Harveyâs 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 youâre having fun. What was only meant to be an hour turns into two, then three, and then itâs past ten oâclock and only now are some of the guys beginning to filter out.
âSo, Y/n, are you a personal assistant?â 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, youâre certainly not involved enough to be considered a medical assistant. âSo you manage Harveyâs personal life. Has he gotten one of those yet?â
You chuckle while Harvey rolls his eyes. âUhâŠâ
âJust say yes,â your boss insists, so you nod unconvincingly.
âStill no girlfriend, huh, Harv? Iâve been through two marriages in the time Iâve known you.â
âThat really makes me want to get out there,â 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.
âWell, youâre a better man than me. Look at this girl. If I had an assistant like her, sheâd be making a lot of house calls.â
âIâd suggest not getting an assistant, then.â Heâs 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 wouldnât give for him to slip beneath the waistband and let you feel it on your bare skin.
âHeâs so boring, isnât he?â youâre asked.
Itâs 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 youâre alone together. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you reply evasively, âHe has his moments.â
âCâmon, just âcause he pays you, doesnât mean we canât have a laugh.â
âI think weâd better head out before you get yourself in trouble,â 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.
âGood idea, Doctor.â
âGreat to see you all,â 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.
âNice to meet you. Enjoy the conference,â you add.
They wave you off, returning to boisterous chatter before you can even make it out of the bar. Again, Harvey doesnât meet your eye until youâre safely alone in the elevator. âSorry about them.â
âNothing to be sorry about. They didnât joke about anything youâre not already doing.â
Harvey chuckles. âYeah, guess not. Still, they should carry themselves with a bit more decorum.â
âI didnât think anyone was very professional at these things.â
âNot at night, theyâre not. Gathering a bunch of adults who were too busy to party in med school brings up a lot of age regression, I suppose.â
âYou work hard. You deserve to cut loose once in a while.â
âYeah?â he asks playfully, shifting to face you. âMight need my assistantâs help with that one.â
âYou wonât even need me to make a house call.âÂ
This earns a grin and a roll of his eyes. âMade sure of that myself, didnât I?â
âYou sure did, Doctor.â
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 yoursâitâs 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. Heâs 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. Youâd had some close calls before, nearly getting caught in some compromising positions, yet heâd always been able to snap into professionalism at a momentâs 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. Harveyâs hands roam down your sides, hiking up your shirt to tease at your bare skin again, this time running up your sides. âIâm at my limit with this fucking shirt, Y/n.â
âHmmm?â you hum against him.
His mouth shifts to your jaw, lips brushing against it when he speaks. âYou left it half-unbuttoned. Every time I looked at you, I could see down your shirt. Spent half the time staring at your bra.â
âSorry,â you mumble, not meaning it even a little. You only wish youâd had the awareness to realize that heâd 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. âYouâre going to give me a hickey,â 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, thereâs 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. âI shouldnât be able to do this without undoing a single button. Guess youâll have to be more carefulâmake sure thatâs covered up tomorrow.â
You roll your eyes. âIf you donât want to see my body, that can be arranged.â
âI donât want to be hard every time I look in your direction. Itâs bad enough when youâre dressed appropriately.â
âMaybe you need to learn how to behave yourself.â
Harvey scoffs. âI can behave just fine. If I couldnât, Iâd have brought you to the bathroom and had my way with you. But I waited until we were back here, like a gentleman.â
âYouâre rightâthatâs so considerate.â
His eyes close. âMmm, say that first bit again, baby.â
âAll you doctors care about is being right,â you tease.
âAll this one cares about is getting these goddamn clothes on the floor.â Harveyâs fingers are working the buttons of your shirt before heâs even got the words out. The fabric pools at your feet when heâs 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 doesnât hesitate, practically crawling after you, not letting too much distance build up. He looks famished and a tad wild, like heâs hunting you down, a side of him youâve 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, youâre hard at work trying to undo the buttons of his own shirt. Though heâs 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. âAll the naughty photos in the world could never compete with having you under me.â
âI always give you the option to come see me in person.â
âAnd I always consider doing it. I hate that Iâm so busy.â
âYou hired an assistant to take things off your plate,â you remind him. Heâd only just filled the void with more work.
âI know,â Harvey nods. âBut now I just want to spend every waking moment fucking my assistant, so really, youâve just given me another task.â
âI take care of that for you, too,â you retort. âI even send you videos of it.â
His mouth grazes over your neck, narrowing in on the sensitive spots heâs taken note of in the past, kissing messily at each of them. âYouâre so good at fucking yourself for me, arenât you? Cumming on your fingers and showing it off.â You hum in agreement. The shift of his tone into something gentle yet dirty and degrading never ceases to turn you on. âBut we both know you miss having a cock fill you up.â
âJust yours.â
âYeah? Only think about mine when youâre fucking yourself with your fingers?â
âOnly yours,â you breathe. His tongue traces the center of your throat, pulling the tight skin between his lips.
âWhy dâyou miss it so much?â
âItâs big⊠thick⊠fills me so good.â
âFits perfectly, doesnât it? So easy to hit all the good spots inside you. Like we were made for each other.â
âStop teasing, Harv. I need it.â
âRight now? I had so many plans for you tonight.â
âWe can do that later. Need you.â
âBe a little more specific, baby.â
You huff. âNeed your cock inside me. Need you to fuck me right now.â
âThink youâre ready for that?â
âIâve been ready since we checked in.â
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. Harveyâs forehead falls to your shoulder with a dramatic huff. âYouâre right. Youâre ready.â
âSay that first bit again,â you repeat with a sly smile. He chuckles, but itâs not the way he usually does. Itâs 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 thatâs all it takes to know that heâs completely consumed by his desires of you.
âYouâre so funny,â he mumbles, glancing down to watch his hand reposition down the front of your panties. One slick finger enters you, and Harveyâs 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. âSo smart⊠so beautifulâŠâ His finger pulls out only to glide back inside in time with each compliment. âSo sexy. And⊠so⊠tightâŠâ 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. âYou 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, donât you?â
You nod fervently, wrapping your arms around his neck. âI love it.â
Harvey moves faster, motions growing more exaggerated. âYâlove your bossâs fingers inside you.â
âFuck, yes.â
âYou did so good tonight as my sweet little assistant.â 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. âI had fun playing with you under the table. Maybe we can do that again tomorrow night, but with you in a little skirt, huh?â You think of his hand on your bare skin, surrounded again by the company of his friends who are ignorant to it all. âIf I slipped a finger in your panties at the bar, would there be a mess waiting for me?â 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.
âYes,â you finally answer, looking into his dark eyes.
âYeah? Iâd have to lick it off my fingers⊠and you know how much I love the taste of your pussy.â As if to prove the point, he brings his fingersâthe ones that had been inside you just moments agoâto his mouth. Harveyâs lids close blissfully as he sucks the remnants of you from them. âMmm, 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.â
âThen what?â
âThen what?â he repeats, as if mulling over the countless options in his head. âMaybe Iâd bury my face in your sweet cunt. Fuck you on my fingers. Tease your clit until youâre dripping for me. Tie you up and take turns doing all three. Itâs so hard to pick just one.â
His cock is working its way between the lips of your pussy, sticky arousal covering its underside as his hips jerk against you. âHow much longer do I need to wait for you to fuck me, Harvey?â
His index traces your jaw as the tip of his cock digs against your clit. âHave you missed it that badly?â
âItâs been weeks.â
Harvey tsks. âThatâs not quite an answer, Y/n.â
âYes, I miss it.â
âWhat do you miss?â
âI miss your cock.â
âAnd I miss your tight pussy, so fucking sweet and eager to take me. Itâs drooling all over the sheets, baby.â More pointedly, he repeats, âWhat do you miss?â
âI miss your thick cock stretching me so fucking good, Doctor. I need it like I need air, pleaseââ
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.
Heâs not as completely overcome as you, not because he doesnât feel the intensity of this carnal pleasure after weeks without, but because he needs to focus all his attention on your own reaction. Itâs 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 bodyâs reflexive reactions, or it seems incomplete. And, most of the time, that means he takes full control of you. You donât question it or fight itâheâs never steered you wrong. All the small gestures are what prove to you that heâs well equipped to have sole control over your body any time heâs able to get his hands on you.
âLook at you⊠pretty little thing on the end of my cock. Did you get tighter?â
âYou havenât been fucking me enough,â you mumble, not bothering to think of a clever way to say it.
âI havenât, 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?â
âMmm, yeah, if youâll come over and show me how to use it.â
âWe tried that before, remember?â Harvey smooths your hair, brushing it from your face to give you a soft kiss directly contrasting the harsh snaps of his hips. âI recall that you refused to play with it and begged me to use mine instead.â
âI prefer yours.â
âAnd I prefer you use mine, too. Iâll be better, promise. In fact, Iâm heavily debating letting you leave this room at all for the duration of our visit.â
âYour friends might miss you at the conference.â
âAh, theyâll understand if I tell them the truth. âMy slutty little personal assistant just missed being fucked so much, and itâll take the whole week to come close to making it up to her.â Howâs that?â
âI think thatâll work,â you nod, mustering a weak smile though your lids are still half-closed.
âFuck, it doesnât matter. Look how beautiful you are with your messy hair and your bare tits out.â He points to the spot heâd sucked into one of them earlier. âThatâs going to bruise.â
âWill you kiss it better, Doctor?â
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 wouldâve been had you anticipated it. Harvey chuckles, silently slipping down an inch to suck at your stiff nipple instead.
âNot much of a healer, are you?â
âOnly when you need it, baby. But more than that, I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.â
âIâm already well aware.â
âThen say it.â
âI belong to you.â
âAnd?â
âAnd you own me.â
âThatâs right, baby.â 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.
âSo fuckinggood, Harv,â 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; whatâs 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. Itâs not just the intimate knowledge of anatomy or biologyâitâs 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. âYouâre so good to me, sweetheart. I love reducing you down to skin and nerves and blood. All you care about is cumming, and itâs so close, isnât it?â
âSo close,â 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 hadnât 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.
âGood, thatâs my baby. Doing so good. Can I help you up? Put you in my lap and we can cum together?â
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. âHarv,â 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. âReady, baby? Gonna cum?â 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. âCâmon, good girl. Feels so fuckinâ good, doesnât it? Your cunt is holding so tight, baby. Love how good your pussy sucks me off. Let it build. Câmon sweetheart, show me who owns you.â
âHarvey, gonnaââ
âLet go, let go, fuckâcum for me. So close, baby, please cum for me.â
âHarvey!â you cry as the wave hits you head-on.Â
âSo fucking good,â he whimpers, peppering kisses and bites to your shoulder between words. âGonna cum with you, baby, gonna fill you so fullâfuck!â
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. âYeah, Doctor,â you breathe, âdonât stop. More, please. Need more.â
His groans and swears seem to go straight to your sensitive clit, fueling you to grind your hips against his. âGood girl⊠milk my cock like that. Take it all for me.â
Harveyâs 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 heâs 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.
âDo we have extra bedsheets?â you ask quietly.
Harvey eyes the mess, and though heâs usually particular about cleanliness, he only smirks as he watches his cum leak out of you and down your thighs, pooling on the bed. âI dunno,â he replies.
âCan you get me a towel?â
He runs a hand over your waist as he shifts, falling flat onto the mattress. âWhatâs the rush? Let me watch it leak out.â
âI donât want to sleep in a wet bed.â
âI think thatâs unavoidable tonight, sweetheart. Iâm not even close to done with you.â
âPlease?â you ask again, wanting to at least throw the towel beneath you.
âNo,â he replies lazily. âCome here.â
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, Harveyâs 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. âHarvey,â you protest.
âHmm?â
âGive me time to recover.â
âWhereâs the fun in that? Iâve made you wait so longâyou deserve enough orgasms to make up for all the ones I havenât been able to give you lately.â
âI canât handle that many.â
âYouâll be okay,â 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. âYouâre in for a long night, sweetheart.â
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 đđ
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 đ
Any plans for PenPal part 2? đ„”
thank youuu!! If thereâs one thing I love, itâs dom Sebastian. big brother is an elite addition.
My headcanon is that Sebastian consumes so much media that heâs picked up how to be smooth and appealing from that. Idc if heâs antisocial or inexperienced, heâs at least learned enough from movies to not come off that way lol.
Idk if Iâll ever do an actual part 2 â Iâm 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!!
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 Valentineâs 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.
@ryosprincess @twitone @yunamoona @iheartanzai @oporotheca @astriiixx @splurtz @sweatingbulletss @dearsnow @gyarwu @getopied @himezoro @lunarkyn @loverboykirstein @l0tusblu @xqce @cloudykumo @chososkink @coffee-and-geto @brookaroo @mimiiis @mieleism (i tried to tag my moots that i havenât seen tagged yet)
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 Samâs help.
A/N: Tumblr ate the ask I was going to use for this post, so thatâs 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 itâs 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.
âRemember that prank I was playing on Y/n?â he asks the blond, who nods. âYeah, so⊠it was less of a prank and more like⊠foreplay.â
Sam stiffens, snapping up to look at his friend who grins sheepishly. âBro. Youâre involving me in your foreplay? Donât you need, like, my consent?â
Sebastian rubs his hand over the back of his head. âI mean, yeah, I shouldâve told you. But you played a very small part in it.â
âThat makes me feel so much better,â he deadpans, leaning back into the couch.
âWhatever, thatâs not the important part. I needed you to play along so I could trick her into thinking she was losing her mind.â
âOh. Sexy.â
âYeah?â He raises an eyebrow inquisitively. Maybe the pitch heâd been rehearing in his head all day wouldnât even be necessary.
Sam punches his arm. âNo, dude! What kind of foreplay is that?â
The dark-haired manâs face falls. Okay, maybe itâs good he practiced. âIâll 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 sheâs not capable of thinking, and I know best.â
âDoes she know thatâs what you were doing?â
âMaybe not in the moment, but weâve done similar stuff before, and weâve talked about it. I wasnât completely just gaslighting her like an asshole. It was a⊠mutually agreed upon gaslighting.â
âOkay⊠you can have a pass, I guess.â
âGreat, well, anyway, she was really into it once I got her there. Calling her dumb and edging her ând all that shitââ
âNaturally,â Sam throws in with a casual shrug. Sebastian can still feel the sarcasm radiating off him in waves.
âI took a picture.â
âThatâs what youâre gonna show me?â Sam clearly thinks his question is a joke, so far from the scope of reality that it clearly couldnât 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 heâd snapped of you all dumbed out, eyes rolled back with your tongue sticking out of your mouth. âJesus,â Sam sighs. He looks away as he processes what heâs seeing, but quickly turns for a second glance.
âItâs hot, right?â
He stares the photo down for another moment. âYeah.â He sounds dejected, and it does fill Sebastianâs chest with pride. Jealous of how hot you look under the effect heâd so perfectly curated. He would be, if the roles were reversed. âBut I donât know if I can look at her the same for a while.â
âThen I probably shouldnât show you the video.â
âThereâs a video?!â
âYep.â
Sam presses his palms to his face, pushing them down his cheeks before resting his elbows on his knees. âFuck. Whatâs the video of?â
Sebastian sends him a pointed look, but Sam silently insists on hearing the words. âFucking her.â
âGod dammit. Why are you doing this to me? I just got here. Not even a fuckinâ âhello.ââ
Sebastian laughs. âSeriously, I think you should just watch it.â
âItâs gonna ruin our friendship.â
âOur friendship?â Seb gestures between the two of them.
Sam shakes his head. âNo, I donât care about you. Iâve seen your dick before. Not hard, but how different could it be?â Sebastian scoffs. âIâm not sure Iâll be able to look Y/n in the eye if I watch that.â
âJust trust me. You wanna see it.â
âSure, I want to, but⊠ugh!â
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 Sebastianâs 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.
âYou like it when I film you, huh?â
âYes.â
âWanna watch it and remember how good it felt to get fucked by daddy?â
âYes.â
Samâs 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.
âBrain too dumb to think about it right now?â
âYes.â
A slight pause from Sebastian elapses, until he asks, âYou want daddy to show his friends?â
Samâs eyes get wide, but he doesnât drag them from the phone screen this time.
âYes.â
âWant him to prove how good you are for him?â
âYes.â
âWanna make âem all jealous while they watch you take my dick?â
âYes.â
âAssholes,â Sam mutters.
âWant him to offer you up to them so they can see how good your slut cunt is?â
âYes.â
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 heâd 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 youâd do next. Sebastian sets it down, turning his attention back to his friend.
âHoly shit. I see the appeal.â
âSheâs sexy, huh?â
âCouldâve told you that before the video, but after? Yeah, fuckinâ yeah.â
âGlad yâthink so. I mean, you heard her. Wants me to let my friends fuck her. Sound like somethinâ youâre into?â
âAre you messing with me?â
Seb crosses his arms. âDo you think Iâd show you a video of my girlfriend getting fucked, fully naked, just to mess with you?â Sam lets a breath out through his nose. âI mean, obviously Iâm 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.â Seb shakes his phone in his hand, emphasizing the video evidence. âSo?â
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 donât linger long, but it tells him what he needs to know. âI literally donât think I can say no.â
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 thereâs a lag between your brain and your body every time you intend to look away. Instead of the normal hoodie or jacket, heâs 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 itâs damp like heâd 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, heâs been especially flirty. Samâs usually got a baseline flirtiness to him when he talks to women, but you canât help but feel like heâs actively hitting on you in front of your boyfriend. Surely not, though, because if he was, Sebastian would react in some way. But he hasnât acknowledged the strange dynamic all night.
âYou need to roll for attack, Y/n,â 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 didnât 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 itâs the blondâs 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 shouldâve said no to the booze Seb pulled out earlier, because itâs 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 youâd ever done on your own.
âCan you grab some drinks for us, baby?â 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 Sebastianâs lap, but heâs 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 isnât the ground.
âHey,â Sam calls, âyou can sit here.â
Your eyes widen as he pats his lap, instinctively looking to your boyfriend. Heâs 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.
âSit down, he wonât bite.â He says it like itâs weird of you not to take the spot. And maybe it isâyour brain is on overdrive trying to figure out why tonight feels so different than any other D&D night between Samâs strange behavior, your heightened attraction to his physical appearance, and Sebastianâs 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.
âGood job tonight,â Sam praises. âIt wasnât easy.â
âYou did most of the work,â you reply, finally opening your own drink.
âNah, you had to roll.â
You giggle. âTrue. Thank you, I guess.â
âAny time, babe.â
And again, youâd expect a snide remark from your boyfriend, but he just sits beside the two of you sipping his drink and checking his phone.
âIâm staying over tonight, by the way,â Sam says after a brief silence. âThatâs why Iâm wearing pajamas. Hope you donât mind.â
âWhy would I mind?â The gift of grey sweatpants would be enough to sooth over any issue you could take with that. Itâs not a crime to admire Sam⊠right?
âI didnât know if you were going to sleep here, too.â
âOh. We hadnât really discussed it.â You wait for Sebastian to chime in, but he still doesnât look up from his phone.
âOkay. I donât want to be a cockblock or anything,â 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.
âYouâre not,â you assure him halfheartedly.
âThaâs good,â he sighs. âDonât hold back just âcause of me.â
Seb finally places his phone down on the side table, looking up at you and smiling, reaching up and pinching your cheek playfully. âIâm gonna run out for a cigarette. Be right back.â
Your eyes silently plead with him to stay, but he brushes past you without hesitation, the door to his room closing behind him. Samâs hand pulls your opposite leg, prompting you to turn sideways in his lap so that he can see your face. âYou alright, babe?â he asks, eyebrows pulled together in slight concern.
âIâm fineââ
âYou just seem a little uncomfortable. You remember how you used to sit in my lap all the time?â 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 wouldnât have batted an eye at the idea of sitting on his lap. It had been years since then, though. âI do.â
âFeels just like I remembered. Whyâd we stop doing that?â
âWell, Sebastian wasnât a fan.â
Sam waves it off. âHeâs a different person now. He's not jealous like that anymore. Obviously he doesnât care.â
Clearly not, considering heâd encouraged it and even left the two of you alone with Samâs hands on you. âYeah, I guess so.â
âHe gets to touch you all the time. The least you could do is sit here once in a while.â 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. âBet he wouldnât even care if we kissed sometimes.â
âI think he would,â you laugh, trying to look away, but his hand is on your cheek in a moment.
âIf he doesnât care about this, why would he care about that?â His big green eyes stare up at you, his soft lips forming an innocent smile, and heâs waiting. You can tell that he wonât 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 wouldnât care. Itâs only a kiss between friends.
You find yourself leaning forward before youâve realized that your mind was made up. Sam meets you halfway, moving his mouth in time with yours for much longer than youâd intended, but you canât pull away. His spit is sweet from the drink in his hand, mixing with yours as his tongue traces your bottom lip. Heâs 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 youâre about to move to straddle him, Sebâs heavy footsteps echo down the stairs. You pull back from Sam abruptly, and if his arm hadnât still been around your waist, you wouldâve jumped off his lap reflexively. Itâs probably goodâit might have looked suspicious to Sebastian if youâd been moved too far when heâd left you sitting in Samâs 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. âWhatâd you talk about while I was gone?â
âY/n,â Sam prompts, and you sneer at him.
âNothing.â
âYou just sat here in silence?â
You donât answer right away, trying to think of anything but the truth. âWe were talking about the campaign.â
âWhat about the campaign?â Of course, Sam doesnât bail you out on this question, either, and you truthfully have nothing to answer with. Sebastian smirks. âThatâs why your lips are swollen, huh? Too much talking?â The slight bruised feeling across your mouth hits you at once. You shouldâve realized that your lips would clearly be affected after youâd made out with Sam for virtually the entire time Seb was outside. âDonât look so embarrassed. Youâve been drooling over Sam all night, and I know how your brain stops working when your pussy gets wet.â
âSeb,â you warn, as if your threat carries any weight.
âHe knows. Iâve told him.â
You look to Sam, his eyes half-lidded and one side of his mouth curled upward. âHe knows?â
Seb nods. âHeâs seen you naked, too. Whatâd you think, Sam?â
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. âSexy as fuck. Wanna see if you look that good on the end of my dick.â
Your boyfriend sits on his bed, tossing the carton of cigarettes into the drawer of his bedside table. âSam and I were just gonna watch a movie. Wanna stick around? Watch it with us?â
Feels like a loaded question. Still reeling from the surprise the two men had sprung on you, youâre in no condition to think critically about what the offer means. Under normal circumstances, youâd stay and hang out. So you nod.
âCool,â is all Seb says. Even and collected, and you start to question his intentions. Wouldnât 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. Youâd 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. Itâs comfier, and sleep is closing in on you at a much faster rate. Especially when Samâs fingers find their way into your hair and rub at your scalp. It takes seconds for you to fully melt into his touch.
Youâve 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. Samâs 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. âSamââ
Sebastian interrupts you from his bed, not even bothering a glance over. âShhh, babe.â
âButââ
âHey, itâs okay. Youâre safe,â Sam assures, his voice low and deep, and itâs 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. Itâs 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 itâs his to use as he pleases. The pulsing beneath your cheek as youâre nuzzled in his lap isnât something you can ignore now.
The sounds of the movie dull to a low hum as you relax in the hands of your boyfriendâs 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.
Sebastianâs attention snaps to you when a whimper leaves your lips, though his view is still obstructed by the furniture between the two friends. âBaby, are you letting Sam touch you?â Itâs disapproving, or berating, in the way that he would scold a puppy. Like itâs wrong, but he isnât surprised that you donât know any better.
You donât answer, hoping that Sam might. The blond doesnât stop his assault on your sensitive peak, and he doesnât speak for you. Finally, you breathe out a meek, âYeahâŠâ
âAre you touching him?â
âNo.â
Seb shakes his head. âThatâs not very nice, is it?â
ââM sorry,â 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.
âGive him a little kiss,â Seb prompts, his focus back on the television. Itâs practically a throwaway comment, the way he says it dismissively. Youâre 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.
âRight here, babe,â he directs, spelling it out for you. You still canât see Sebastian, wishing he could give you some sort of confirmation that this is really what he wants from you. Heâs joked, heâs brought it up as a way to turn you on or get you off, usually in the context of degrading you, but heâd never actually seriously talked about bringing in another person. The closest youâd gotten to confirmation was just an hour earlier, but Sebastian hadnât quite made the situation clear then. Too many mixed signals, and brushing past the conversation entirely, for you to be sure. Samâs hand is still secure on the back of your head, massaging your scalp again as he waits for you to close the distance.
Itâs not like youâre not interested. You canât 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 youâre no exception, even after youâd stopped routinely perching yourself in his lap for your boyfriendâs sake. Sebastian had noticed how Sam could sometimes get you to blush with his lines, and heâd latched onto it, even mentioning the blond by name behind closed doors on occasion. Youâd just never seriously thought Sebastian would be willing to make it more than a fantasy. Now, with Samâs hands manipulating you to his will, you wonder what youâre 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. âWhat a cock slut.â Youâre aware now that heâs moved himself down the bed to put you in his line of sight.
Samâs thumb strokes your cheek. âI donât mind keepinâ her mouth busy. Itâs better than listening to her try to play a campaign or follow the plot.â The two of them chuckle as if youâre not even there.
âThatâs true. Hey, baby girl,â Seb says a little louder to get your attention, âthis movie is a little too complex for you. Why donât you stick to what youâre good at and suck him off while we watch?â
Youâre 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 havenât 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.
âHow long we got left, Seb? Your girlfriend is about to deepthroat me through my fuckinâ boxers.â
The dark-haired boy scoffs, pushing himself off the bed and walking toward you. âYou act like youâre cock-starved. I fucked you twice last night, slut. Get up.â
You clamber to your feet, swaying slightly as you catch yourself using Sebâs 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. âYouâre just gonna let me undress you in front of our friend, huh? Youâre not even embarrassed?â He reaches around, unhooking your bra and pulling the straps down your arm in one fluid motion, discarding it with your shirt. âDrooling on his cock before he even pulls it out. Be honest; are you wet?â
You know Seb well enough to know that itâs 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. âYou can see it,â he says to Sam as they stare between your thighs at the fabric dampened by arousal.
âShit, I need a taste.â
Samâs hand slips down the front of your panties before you can prepare for the feel of his rough fingertips on your slit. âSammy,â 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.
âJesus,â 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 heâs tasting his favorite food and not your dripping cunt. âSeb told me your pussy was sweet, but fuck.â You canât help but wonder what else Sam has heard about you, and it shouldnât turn you on to know that the two of them sit around in this very room talking about you in ways they shouldnât. 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. âAre 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 youâd let him. Youâre not going to embarrass me, right?â 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 Samâs 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. âShow me what your mouth is good for, puppy.â
âSammyââ 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 wasnât one he used often. Only on special occasions where he really wanted to make you feel dumb and helpless.
âAh, ah,â he cuts you off. âI donât think thatâs it. Remind me, Seb, whatâs her mouth made for?â
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. âItâs good for sucking cock. Nothinâ else.â
Sam nods like heâd really forgotten. âYeah, thatâs right. Thanks, bro.â The blond shifts back to you. âShow me.â
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. Youâre especially slow in doing so and Sebastian seems to be itching to snap at you for it. Sam doesnât 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. Itâs 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 Samâs 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. âGood girl, lick it all up fâme,â Sam mumbles. Your tongue swirls over the head, flicking along the source of the mess waiting for you. âWanna see you make out with it.â
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 easyâitâs exactly what youâd been doing with it before, through his boxers. Itâs 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 itâs pressed up on his stomach and youâre 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.
âYouâre turning your daddy on,â 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 Samâs dick. You stroke him in time with the bobs of your head, guided by Samâs hand. ââm surprised you can handle two big dicks without a brain. Bet you wanna put your other hand down your panties, huh?â
You nod around him, looking up at him like youâre asking for permission. He knows, but he doesnât 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. âChoke on my dick, babe.â Sam turns to his friend. âYouâre right, Seb, sheâs even prettier like this.â His thumb swipes over the corner of your mouth still fully stretched to take him in. âThere yâgo, pretty little whore. Arenât you so cute when your eyes water like that? Like the taste of my fat dick down your throat?â 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 youâre 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. âSuch a mess. Câmere, Iâll help clean you up.â
Much to Sebastianâs annoyance, you pull your hand back as you climb into Samâs 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. âGood girl. You want it inside you?â You nod vehemently, gnawing down on your bottom lip as you jerk him.
He chuckles. âAw, dumb girl wants me to use her cunt? Tell me, have you been crushing on me this whole time?â Sebastian rolls his eyes at the question, shaking his head to himself.
âA little,â you admit, a playful smile tugging at your lips, for Sebastianâs sake.
âYeah?â He dips down to take a nipple in his mouth, his teeth scraping at it softly before soothing it over with his flat tongue. âWish you wouldâve told me, puppy. Iâve been blowing loads into my hand when I couldâve been using this pretty pussy.â Samâs 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 heâs 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. âLook atâcha, stupid, letting your boyfriendâs best friend spread you open like this.â
Seb finds his way to your other side, grabbing you by the chin to turn you toward him. âDonât even care whoâs stuffing themselves in you as long as youâre filled. Just a cocksleeve for any man who wants to use you.â
Sam snickers, eyes dropping to your cunt bared with your thighs spread wide in front of him. âOh my god, does that make you wet? Youâre fucking dripping! Trying to squeeze around nothing, babe.â He must take pity on you as he closes the distance, reaching out to stick the tip of his index finger lazily inside you. âJesus, dude, sheâs pulsing on one finger.â
âTold you,â Sebastian snaps. âDumb cock slut.â 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. âSuck me off while daddy watches his friend fuck you.â 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.
âSoaking my fuckinâ cock,â Sam groans. âGonna take it like a good fuckdoll?â You nod enthusiastically around Sebâs 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 Sebâs dick as the sudden intrusion stretches you, and as much as you roll your hips against it, Sam doesnât 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.
Samâs hand clasps tight around your wrist, throwing it off you before you can get more than one good flick on the bundle of nerves. âYou really think Iâm gonna let you do that?â He waits for a response, as if youâre capable of giving one right now. âSeb told me how you came on his dick, just like this. Just the tip, and you couldnât stop yourself.â Your cheeks flush hot. How much detail had Sebastian shared about the things youâd done together? âKeep your hands off your pretty girl parts.â Youâve 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 Samâs new rule.
But itâs 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 boyfriendâs 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 youâre 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 youâre 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 youâre still being fucked on his cock. In fact, you donât notice at all until the boys laugh. âShe just fucks herself, doesnât she?â Sam asks with a smirk. âI thought Sebastian was being a little dramatic, the way he described you. But no, youâre really that cock-obsessed.â
You freeze, feeling caught, not even realizing what youâd been doing. Sebastian chooses this moment to pop his cock out from between your lips, allowing you to gasp for breath you hadnât even noticed was missing in your lungs. âSheâll suffocate herself if you let her, too,â he adds on, the evidence laying clear in front of them.
âDoesnât even matter whoâs feeding it to her, does it?â This one is directed to you.
âNuh-uh,â 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 canât look away, though you donât 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, heâs only able to retreat back to that spot, and his cock presses on it again before bottoming out and filling your cunt completely.
Itâs a dangerous combination. Thereâs 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, heâs certainly not going to help you hold back like this.
âItâs almost pathetic how easy it is to turn you into this.â Your boyfriendâs 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. âYou try so hard to be a smart girl, donât you? But this is who you really are. This is all you care about.â
âYeah,â you mumble absently. You donât really care what heâs saying. Only care about the shocks of pleasure running through you.
âItâs good to have a boyfriend who loves you so much. You donât have to do anything but trust daddy and spread your legs when he tells you to. Let daddy decide who fucks you.â
âMmm, yeah.â
âYou donât mind daddyâs friends using your pretty-girl cunt to masturbate with, do you?â
âUh-uh.â
Sebastianâs free hand brushes hair from your face. âNo, course you donât. You wouldnât mind dropping out of the campaign to sit under the table and suck us off either.â
âUh-uh.â
âAnd you wouldnât mind the winner bending you over and fucking you. Youâd love it.â
âIâd love it.â
âYou know your cunt will be filled at the end of the night either way, and thatâs all you care about. Maybe daddy will invite a few more friends. Bet theyâd all be real motivated to do well.â
âYes, please, daddy.â
Samâs 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 Sebâs nickname. A litany of âSammyâ and âDaddyâ with whines interspersed.
âGetting close, puppy?â Sam asks innocently.
âYuh, Sammy.â
âCan you be good and hold it?â Seb asks. It does sound like an actual question requiring an actual answer from you.
âDontthinkso,â you whimper, the words all strung together.
âTry really really hard. Iâll give you a treat if you hold it.â
Despite Sebâs deal, Sam still isn't going to help you. His finger doesnât 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 heâs 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 whatâs the treat? You wouldnât expect anything less of Sebastian than to withhold that information if you fail.
âSo tight, puppy. Wanna cum so bad, donât you?â Sam teases.
âYes,â you hiss. Your eyes are still closed. You canât risk opening them. Canât risk seeing the way Sam looks hungrily at you with his blown-out pupils as he humps his thick cock into you. Canât risk seeing Sebastian pumping his own cock just inches from your face. The sounds are enough to drive you crazy.
âGonna cum, pup?â
âNo.â
âSheâs gonna cum,â 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.
âSheâs not gonna cum,â Sebastian retorts, a tinge of pride in his tone.
âHow long do I have to wait?â 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 youâre sure the only things keeping you from your orgasm are the curiosity of Sebâs treat and your hands gripping the blankets so hard that youâre sure theyâll have holes worn into them if this doesnât 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, âFuck her.â You donât 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 heâd inched his way into your cunt all night. Now, heâs pounding into you, wet smacks filling the room and rivaling that of Sebâs cock wrapped in his tattooed fingers. Samâs 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 heâs set, and his cock rams it on its way to your cervix.
âSammy, please, slowââ you beg, not because you want it to slow, but because you canât fight off the unraveling of the knot in your stomach. Havenât you obeyed long enough? You couldâve been worked to another orgasm by now.
Sam, obviously, doesnât listen to you. âDumb puppies take what theyâre given,â he reminds you, âand they say âthank you.ââ
âThankyou Sammy.â
âGooood,â 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. âThank Seb.â
âThankyou daddy.â
âGood girl,â Seb says, matching Samâs patronizing tone perfectly. âNow daddyâs friend is going to cum in your cute pussy, and heâs going to fuck it into your cervix, and youâre going to keep your legs nice and wide and let him. Youâre gonna cum, but only once daddy gives you your treat.â You nod as if youâve understood any of his directions, but you know the important part. You can cum when you get your treat.
âGood puppy,â Sam says at your half-lidded glossy eyes and your silent answer and your insistence to keep from cumming thus far. He hasnât made it easy, but he knows that. âBeen such a good brainless fleshlight. So wet, made a big mess everywhere, but thatâs 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.â
âNeed your cum, Sammy, please.â
âKeep begging for it, baby. Show me how bad you need it in your tummy.â
âPleasepleaseplease, Sammy, daddy promised youâd fuck it into me.â His cock twitches, hard enough that you can feel it through the tight hold your cunt has on him. âNeed it in me. Need it in my tummy. Need all your cum, Sammy, please, gimme.â Youâre thoroughly convinced that this is all you need. Youâll feel better once itâs there. Sammy will feel better and daddy will feel better and theyâll be so happy and youâll feel better.
A wave of ecstasy washes over you, hot and delicious, when he groans out, âGood puppy, gonna fill you up,â through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut as he slows just a little, thrusts staggering as he feels his orgasm coming on.
Youâre so entranced that you miss daddyâs words at first. They only register when a rope of hot cum lands on your lips, some of it on your tongue as youâd had it edged just out of your mouth as your arousal grew to a height youâre sure itâs never reached before, the appendage finding its way naturally, Sebastianâs years of training teaching you to stick it out like a good dumb baby girl when youâre so horny that you canât think. âOpen wide,â heâd said. Your lips part further, tongue stuck out toward your chin, and the next rope lands right on it. Sebastianâs 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. âCum, stupid,â 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.
Thatâs 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 youâre so overjoyed that itâs 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 doesnât pull out more than a couple inches as your cunt milks his cock, and the head of Sebastianâs 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 Sebastianâs, 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. âGood girl,â Seb smiles. âDid so good. Almost done.â
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. âThink you broke him,â Sebastian comments over the blondâs heavy gasps, trying to catch his breath. You giggle, patting his sweaty hair.
âYeah, Iâm broken,â he mumbles against your damp skin. âGonna get really good at the campaigns, though, so I can fuck your girlfriend every week.â Guess Sebastianâs proposal for the new rules wasnât just a fantasy, either. Thatâs alright.
Seb only rolls his eyes at his friend. âMaybe weâll stake billiards on her, too. Thatâs the only way Iâm ever going to get some real competition at the saloon.â
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 itâs not just from the cum that seeps out of you. Sebastian reads your expression, adding in the direction of the blond, âYou get to sleep on that side of the bed tonight.â
âOh, darn,â 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, âI didnât put clothes on, so if you wake up ready for round two, just reach on over.â
You stifle a smile. âSeb usually wakes me up for that, so youâll have to beat him to it.â
Your boyfriendâs eyes are closed, though heâs clearly still awake, and he shakes his head at the two of you. âI barely got a round one. Sheâs gonna be busy. Feel free to watch, though.â
