#sdv fanfic

[mkunart]

Sammy ❤️

[onyxdaze]

Party of 3

Seb x f.Reader x Sam

nsfw. minors do not interact.

I followed my heart and swapped out DND for Solarion Chronicles and took some creative liberties.

It starts out innocent enough—a friendly game of Solarion Chronicles in Seb’s dimly lit basement. The three of you sit around an oak table while you wait for Abby. Sam to your left, Seb to your right, knees almost touching yours.

Sam’s phone glows. He leans over to check his messages; the stool he’s sitting on creaks.

“Abby can’t make it,” he says. Across from you, at the other end of the table, is an empty stool.

You tell him, “That’s too bad.” A swarm of anxiety buzzes in your chest. Alone? With Sam and Seb? You stare at Sam’s sweating can of cola and avoid eye contact. You tell yourself there’s nothing to be nervous about—Sam and Seb have always been nice to you. Sometimes a little more than nice—maybe even flirty. A fat bead of condensation slides down Sam’s cola can like a Tetris piece being toggled. But that’s just how they are, you think, even with each other. It doesn’t mean anything, right?

“Ready?” Sam playfully winks. Perched in a corner, a wall sconce gleams. Its warm yellow light stretches and touches his cupid’s bow. It calls attention to the mischievous grin below his twinkling blue eyes.

Seb draws the scenario card and reads it out loud. He asks you what character you want to be: the wizard, healer, or warrior. You pick the healer.

“I think your hands can heal me,” Sam laughs as he says it—a pitchy noise that cracks with nerves. Seb rolls his eyes.

Sprawling his legs out under the table, Sam takes up as much space as possible. His shoe touches yours. A pressure blooms in your ribcage, like petals holding rain.

“Nothing can cure you, Samson.” Thoughtful, you pause. “You’re hopeless.” Covering his heart with his hand, Sam frowns in a way that resembles a smile.

Seb glances at you, and your eyes almost meet, but he averts his gaze to the cardboard map lying on the table.

“That wasn’t very healing of you,” Sam says with mock sadness. You give his shoe a gentle kick. He grins, and the two of you stare at each other. Like frantic Morse code, your heart beats.

“Are we going to play or not?” Seb grumbles. His usual nonchalance warped by something unplaceable.

Have you upset Seb? He’s been quiet at times but never like this. Maybe it’s because Abby didn’t show? She’s more familiar with Solarion Chronicles than you. Does he think you’ll ruin the game?

“Sorry,” you say, looking directly at Seb’s steely eyes. Uncomfortable, you lightly pinch the fingertips of your left hand with your right hand. “I know I’m not as good as Abby, but I’ll do my best.” Confusion weighs Seb’s shoulders and brows down, and he opens his mouth to speak, but he doesn’t get the chance to.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” An uncharacteristic tinge of authority nests in Sam’s words. He stands up and puts his hand over both of yours. His hand is warm and dotted with calluses. You stop fidgeting.

“Seb just gets jealous when pretty women pay attention to me,” Sam says, shrugging as he pulls his hand away. Heat prickles your cheeks. You lower your eyes and they’re drawn, again, to Sam’s glaring blue can of cola. Using two fingers, he pushes the cola towards you. “Thirsty?” You’re not, but you nod. It’s easier than explaining how you’re feeling. “I’ve got to take a leak—don’t let Seb scare you off while I’m gone.” Seb scowls. Sam disappears behind the bathroom door.

You take a small sip of Joja cola, and the signature chemical taste fizzes in your mouth. You set the can back down on the table.

“You do know that I like you?” Seb says. His voice is deeper and fuller than usual. You choke on your mouthful of soda. Coughing—once, twice—eyes watery, you swallow.

“I like you too.” Because of course you do. You and Seb are friends. And if the universe could stop making you do embarrassing shit in front of him (even if it’s just for tonight) that’d be great. Seb chuckles. It’s a low, gravelly sound your ears cling to.

“I don’t think you understand—“

Sam reappears and interrupts Seb.

“Let’s get started,” Sam says, sinking into his seat until his shoe touches yours.

Is Seb trying to tell you he has a crush on you?

Seb’s mood sours the more Sam pretends to flirt with you. But wouldn’t Seb know better than anyone that Sam is only joking? Unless Sam’s not joking.

Seb starts the campaign. Lost in thought, you barely follow along.

Sam touches your wrist, and a spill of warmth floods your body. Under the table, your shoes are still pressed together.

“It’s your turn, babe,” Sam says. Desire beats in his words like a pulse. Seb scoffs. You take your turn.

Seb’s jaw tightens; he grinds his teeth to ease the tension writhing inside him. He’d give just about anything for a cigarette right now. If he leaves, he’s pretty sure by the time he gets back you’ll be sitting on Sam’s lap.

Earlier that spring, you had moved to town. Practically every Friday night you hung out with Abby, Sam, and Seb at the local bar. Seb knew he needed to tell Sam about his feelings for you when Sam’s gaze started lingering too often.

A few weeks ago, at the Spirit’s Eve festival, Sam and Seb stood next to a large iron cage. Inside it, two skeletons paced. Through the silver bars, Seb saw you chatting with Caroline. He told Sam he had a thing for you, and Sam smiled. The betrayal stings like alcohol on a wound.

Then there were the drunken nights when he and Sam frantically explored each other’s bodies. Followed by mornings when the salt of Sam’s skin still lingered on Seb’s tongue, and Sam snubbed his questions by saying, “There’s nothing to talk about,” and, “You worry too much.” And it kept happening.

Does Sam expect Seb not to worry about his friend flirting with his crush? Is he supposed to clap and cheer when Sam starts screwing you too?

Seb has felt lonely before, but never this alone.

Thoughts like these sink Seb’s mood as the three of you continue to play Solarion Chronicles.

“Most heroes are rewarded with a kiss,” Sam says after defeating the boss.

“Give it a rest,” Seb seethes. “Can’t you see how uncomfortable she is?”

“Jealous?” Sam laughs—this time there’s no uncertain lilt to it. Only genuine amusement. He slides his palm across the table until his fingers graze Seb’s hand. Seb recoils and grips the smooth edge of the table with both hands.

“Do you want to kiss me?” Sam asks Seb. The depth of Sam’s eyes is as still and dark as a lake at night.

Seb’s grip tightens and the peaks of his knuckles turn white. The night in Sam’s eyes passes. They glitter like the sun. “Or,” Sam pauses. His hand still reaches across the table for Seb as he looks at you. “Maybe he’d like a kiss from you?”

Shame singes Seb’s cheeks.

“Would you like that?” Sam adds.

Seb wants to scream at Sam. To know exactly what the fuck Sam thinks he’s doing.

“I would,” you say. Your voice so soft and sweet, Seb thinks he imagined it. His anger twists into knots of nervousness.

“You don’t have to—“ Seb starts.

“But I want to.”

“Oh?” Sam’s pink mouth forms a circle of mock surprise. “Did you hear that? She wants to.” He studies Seb’s face—a kaleidoscope of surprise, fear, and lingering anger.

He hopes Seb’s anger will fade when he realizes all of this—everything Sam has done—has been for him. A gift for Seb’s birthday, only two days away. There are times he wishes his lover wasn’t so serious. But the whole brooding thing? Sam can’t deny its appeal.

You stand. Have you thought about kissing Seb? Sure, along with other daydreams you mentally regarded as: Things that will never happen.

Seb stands and moves toward you. He cups the side of your neck with one hand, and places the other on your waist. The cologne he spritzed on himself so you wouldn’t think he smells like tobacco is warm and spicy. His breath brushes your lips and the smell of mint fills your nose.

He promised himself he’d walk you home tonight and tell you how he feels. Wanting to be ready for anything that might happen next, he rinsed with mouthwash three times and had a fifteen-minute debate with himself about the likelihood of you liking pubic hair—which resulted in him shaving his balls because he’d rather be safe than sorry.

Savoring the way your body leans into his touch, Seb stands still. His heart somersaults.

For a moment he lets his imagination wander—his mouth on your breast, your pussy wet and begging for his cock. Excited, he overcomes the small space separating him from all the things he wants, and kisses you. The kiss is a desperate plea that screams please like this. Please like me. His fingers on your neck curl. A stab of insecurity twists in his chest and he breaks the kiss.

“Sorry if I taste like cigs,” Seb says with an uneasy smirk. He’s smitten, but aware the moment will pass. Things can change.

You lick the top of your bottom lip. The taste of Seb lingers there.

“I like the way you taste,” you whisper to him. His smirk widens. You kiss him again.

Sam stands and clears his throat.

“Do you want to be with both of us?” Sam asks you with the same cool casualness he’d use while asking someone if they’d like a glass of water. Surprised, you stare at Sam and let the question settle in your mind.

At first, the thought of Sam wanting to share you irritates Seb. But then something deeper, more primal stirs inside him—the image of Sam’s face between your thighs, of how he and Sam could take care of you. Take care of each other.

Seb wants this. Sam knows it. Has always known.

You do want them both, but will it make things complicated between Seb and Sam? Seb’s been upset tonight.

“Do you want to?” you ask Seb while touching his cheek. A flush of pink blooms over the tip of his nose and the apples of his cheeks.

The finality of telling you he wants this causes a lump to form in his throat. Seb swallows hard. He doesn’t want you to do this for him. And definitely not for Sam. Seb’s always wanted to know if you’ve thought of him with your hand nestled between your thighs. Touching parts of yourself he’d give anything to feel on his mouth or with his hands. He won’t ask because Sam’s here. And the worst answer isn’t no—it’s both.

“Yes,” he tells you. He moves his thumb back and forth, petting your jawline with the pad of his thumb. He watches you search his face. You grin like you’ve found what you’re looking for.

“Yes,” you say to Sam. Sam moves toward you. When he’s close, he gently grabs your chin, guiding you to him. Seb’s hand falls from your neck. Sam kisses you. Seb hopes this isn’t a mistake.

Sam unfolds Seb’s couch into a full-sized bed while your lips follow the hypnotic rhythm of Seb’s mouth. Seb undresses you slowly. Every new inch of skin that appears in front of him, he caresses and kisses in such a tender way you can’t help but be flattered. Any fear you felt at first, at the thought of being naked in front of both Seb and Sam, has vanished.

You and Seb are naked when Sam finishes setting up the pull-out couch, tossing a couple of pillows from Seb’s bed on top of it.

Seb’s hard dick presses against your thigh as he drags his bottom lip down your neck, toward your breasts. He stops to kiss your collarbone, his velvet tongue teasing your skin.

Sam’s hand settles on your hip, drawing you into him. The press of Seb’s erection disappears. Sam wraps both his arms around you and kisses you, his tongue stroking yours as he squeezes your ass with both hands before lifting your legs to his waist.

Suspended in his arms, Sam’s warm body slides against yours. A thrum of excitement hums under your skin.

Seb sits at the top of the sofa bed, leaning against a pillow. Bent over him, you hold his dick in your hand and stare down at the flushed tip peeking from your fist. A bead of precum slips free, sinking onto the skin between your thumb and index finger.

You lower your head and lick it away, swallowing before dragging your tongue along your lips. Then you circle the head slowly with your tongue, teasing until he moans and shifts beneath you.

With your ass in the air, Sam slips his fingers between your thighs, exploring your wet folds.

You take Seb in your mouth, inch by inch. Your tongue traces along his shaft as he sinks deeper inside you.

Sam’s tongue presses flat against your clit. You moan around Seb, the vibration pulling broken sounds from his throat.

You lift your head just enough to stroke him, then take him back in, moving slowly at first before finding a steady rhythm.

“Is that what you like, Seb?” Sam murmurs, breath heavy. “Her pretty little throat?”

Seb answers with a sharp twitch against your tongue.

You straddle Seb’s naked lap. Holding his shaft, you guide him into your pussy. Seb bullies your nipple, flicking and pinching it. A hot tingle singes in your lower stomach.

Seb sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth when you start bouncing on his cock.

“Slow,” Seb says, putting his hands on your hips and guiding them to grind on his dick pulsating inside of you. Your dissatisfied whine shivers through the air. You want it faster, harder. Mouth parted, tongue first, Seb kisses you.

Understimulated, you reach out and feel the smooth, pale skin of Sam’s thigh, then the damp blond curls at his groin, and finally his cock, slick with lube. You squeeze him and he slips from your hand. Something shifts in Sam’s hips that you don’t understand. You stop riding Seb and look over at him.

Sam is sprawled beside you and Seb, fingers working inside himself. His chest is flushed and heaving, his hard cock resting against his stomach. He grins and takes your hand in his free one, guiding it back to him. With his hand over yours, he jerks himself off using your grip.

“Look at me,” Seb snaps.

You turn away from Sam, startled by the sharpness in Seb’s face. It confuses you, but before you can ask anything, he kisses you. The kiss is demanding—a far cry from the tenderness before. His grip pins your hips in place as he moves inside you, rough and fast. Your hand slips free of Sam. You cling to Seb’s shoulders while he drives you against him.

“You like that,” Sam says. “I knew you would.”

Seb stops. He presses a reverent kiss to your mouth and gently guides you off his lap, setting you aside. You don’t understand what it means, but his hands are careful, almost tender, as if he’s trying to say something without words.

He straightens slowly, eyes never leaving Sam.

The room feels quieter. Taut.

Sam tilts his head, a faint smile playing at his mouth, like he already knows what’s coming.

Seb steps closer.

They circle each other once—close enough that their knees brush, that their breath mingles. Sam says nothing.

Something dark and charged passes through Seb’s expression. Seb exhales once, sharp and controlled.

Then he grabs him.

They fall back onto the bed together, bodies colliding, skin sliding against skin. The sheet rustles beneath them as they grapple, more heat than anger in the way they move.

Seb pins Sam down, gripping his wrists like restraints.

For a heartbeat, you’re unsure—

until Sam grins.

Then Seb leans down and kisses him.

Sam spreads his legs. Seb settles between them. With one smooth thrust he pushes inside him. Sam grips the sheets, arching, a sound breaking from his throat. He turns his face to the side, meeting your eyes. You trace the line of his jaw, the shine of his hair as it shifts with every movement of Seb’s hips.

“Sit on my face,” Sam says.

You straddle him, hovering over his mouth.

Seb’s brow is drawn tight as he focuses on the place where their bodies join, hands gripping Sam’s knees as he moves.

Sam’s tongue finds you, circling, slow and deliberate. You squirm and sigh at the sensation. He opens his mouth and draws you closer, working patiently until your voice breaks loose from you.

Your hands collapse against his chest. Your breathing turns uneven. The tension builds, tightens, claws through you—until it shatters, leaving you weightless as you come against his mouth.

Satisfied, the three of you lie on your backs, catching your breath. Seb pants the hardest.

Sam thinks of Abby’s text—telling him she isn’t coming because she’s not going to watch Sam and Seb fight over you. A smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, bright and quiet, like a banner being raised at a celebration.

If only she knew.

He considers telling her. Seb would probably be furious if he did.

Sam glances at Seb and catches the look in his eyes—clouded with questions he wants answered, with promises he wants made.

But Sam doesn’t have answers.

And he isn’t ready to make promises.

ty for reading <3

[loverboykirstein]

Im itching for some good sumtty smut.... could i request and amazing piece featuring Sam and Sebastian were they get the reader high as fuck and convince her to let them fuck her??? Asking for myself because im feral..... 👀👀👀👀👀

ask and you shall receive !

it's been a bit since i've written, so i'm a bit rusty...but i hope you enjoy!!

note: the boys took the plot in their own direction...so i hope you don't mind!

perfect little thing // sam and sebastian

part one | part two

sam x sebastian x f!reader

wc: 8,126

mdni -> drug/alcohol use, persuasion, virginity loss, overstimulation, dubcon, double creampie

***“you’re so cute when you play dumb,” sebastian muttered, thumb brushing against your cheek over and over again. 

“such a pretty girl like you doesn’t deserve to be left all pent up, let us help you,”. you watched as sam bit back a smirk, jaw clenching as he pushed his tongue to the roof of his mouth. 

your mouth ran dry, like your nervous system knew what he what he was insinuating, your brain just hadn’t caught up yet. 

“huh?” your foggy brain couldn’t process what exactly he was asking, too distracted by the way he traced his hands up and down your legs, fingers almost catching the inside of your shorts on each pass. 

“c’mon baby, you’ve been so touchy tonight, were you just too shy to ask?”.***

ᥫ᭡。

you were way in over your head. 

sure, you were stoned more than you were sober until you moved to the valley, but you didn’t think the involuntary tolerance break would fuck you up this bad. 

everything was moving in slow motion, eyes heavy and face flushed. 

you were gone. 

off. your. ass. 

trying your best to focus on the tv illuminating your dimly lit living room, you failed miserably, spending too much brainpower on convincing yourself that you weren’t suffocating on the smoke that sat heavy in the air. 

and the mere inches of space between your two best friends, suddenly aware of how close you were. 

it wasn’t like being close was weird, sam was a whore for any sort of physical touch, from anyone at anytime. hugs, a hand on a shoulder, platonic or not. 

sebastian said he wasn’t touchy, but the one time haley convinced you to be the first person she did acrylic nails on, he melted when you scratched the top of his head a few times when walking by that one time at the saloon. 

he leaned forward, pulling his bong from the table and setting it between his legs, knocking you out of your unblinking state and spiraling thoughts.

flicking his lighter, your still unfocused eyes couldn’t help but watch as his lashes fluttered with his long inhale, pushing the smoke into each corner of his lungs. 

tilting his head up and blowing out, coughing a few times and licking his lips as he seemed nearly unphased, you couldn’t help but stare, eyes finally regaining focus on his.

“c’mere,” he nodded his head to the side, adjusting a little for you to hit it, still positioned between his legs. 

against your better judgement, you obliged, leaning forward to press your lips to the glass, keeping yourself steady with a hand placed on his upper thigh, causing his breath to catch in his throat for a split second. 

your heavy lidded eyes looked up at him, waiting for him to light the bowl, slow blinks as you heard the water bubbling before he pulled it out- inhaling as much as you could despite the sheer volume. 

his eyes were locked on yours as you pulled way too much, feeling it hit immediately as you exhaled unintentionally right into his face. 

“i knew you had another in you, good girl,” he mumbled, leaning a little too close as he reached over you, passing the bong to sam- shooting him a knowing look. 

you nearly choked on your spit as he called you that, like it was normal. your face was hot, burning up in embarrassment. 

already letting your weight settle into the hand on his thigh, you let yourself succumb to the warmth flooding through your bloodstream, curling up and resting your head on his lap. 

you felt his fingertips settle into the roots of your hair, gently brushing through each strand as a soft hum reverberated in your throat, like this was something normal. 

you heard sam put the bong back on the table, adjusting his hips and getting comfier- more relaxed. 

“here, stretch out pretty girl,” sam’s words were like honey, sickly sweet as he gently placed your legs on his lap, resting his hand on your calf as you adjusted, settling into foreign comfort. 

you felt a weird flutter in your stomach, throat closing for a split second at the second pet name spoken so goddamn casually. 

laying on your side, knees slightly bent as you pushed your ass into the cushion that was once supporting your aching spine, it felt like heaven to be this comfortable. 

sebastian’s fingertips drifted down your side, barely brushing against your tshirt, tracing mindless lines up and down, catching on the band of your bra every now and again. 

given the early spring, your body was aching with how much work the farm needed with the snow clearing- working nonstop for days to plant everything in time, and care for your animals, and make sure nothing got ruined with the change of seasons, and somehow keep yourself alive, it seemed endless. 

so sam’s gentle hands massaging your sore calves nearly made you dissolve entirely, a small gasp slipping past your lips. 

you hadn’t even noticed that sebastian’s hand had slipped up your shirt just a little, resting on your now exposed hip and tracing gentle circles into the plush of your stomach.  your brain couldn’t be fucked to think about what was happening, that they were mouthing words to each other right above you, all you knew is that you felt like you were on cloud. fucking. nine. 

a small shiver ran through you as your shirt rode higher, gentle fingers brushing against your skin, tracing right below the underwire of your bra, suddenly aware of the increase of your heartbeat. 

sam’s hands had drifted higher, massaging your thighs, his touch lingering on the plush right below your ass a little too long. 

you were so fucking high you couldn’t really process anything, only that the touch was so comforting, so good. 

sebastian’s thumb found its way right under the waistband of your shorts, before leaving once again and tracing circles up your entire body, tickling you just enough to elicit a few twitches and soft smiles against the rough denim pressed against your face.

a small giggle as you shifted closer into sebastian, sam’s fingers brushing a little too close to the softest spot of your inner thigh, right where the seam of your panties sat. 

you couldn’t stop it, the pulse you felt as all of this happened, not realizing how warm you were until now. 

you hadn’t been touched like this before, only something you dreamt of, your brain really short circuiting and pausing any thoughts that could really signal any alarms- you just let it happen. 

“how you feeling pretty girl?” sebastian hummed, brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“mm,” was all you responded with, snuggling into him even closer (as if that was really possible), putty in their hands. 

“yeah?” sam purred, fingertips ghosting over your cunt to trace down your other leg. 

a twitch at the featherweight touch, a quick bite on the inside of your cheek to keep your composure. 

sebastian cupped his hand around your face, still pressed against his black denim jeans, fingertips sliding down your jawline. 

he brushed his thumb against your lower lip, parting it from your top, feeling the warm exhale you tried your very best to hold back. 

you couldn’t tell if any of this was even real, but the thumping of your rapid heartbeat definitely was. 

“look at me, won’t ya?” sebastian turned your head, sam moving your legs in unison, forcing you to lay on your back and look directly up at seb. 

sam had crept between your legs, pulling them apart in his transition, wrapping them around him just enough for his arms to prevent too much movement. 

“we overheard you talking with haley the other day, y’know?” sam looked at you, with a glint of false pity in his bloodshot eyes. 

“about what?” you mumbled, knowing damn well what you were talking about. you tried your best to hide the panic in your eyes, only telling her with the promise it wouldn’t leave the four walls of her bedroom. 

but she neglected to close the window all the way, sam and seb using it to figure you out just that much more. 

now, why they were stalking that window was an afterthought, the weight of them knowing your sacred secret- one that you even straight up lied about in games that could expose you.

in a frantic state, haley called you over to her shared home, voice shaky and panicked. she was nervous for her first real date with abi, and was stumbling over what to do if things got a little…hot n heavy. 

you shared what knowledge you could, followed by your full disclosure of never being touched like that by someone else, only knowing what to do from word of mouth and a few lackluster makeout sessions while drunk in college. 

but you knew the technical logistics, hell you read more than anyone could have thought, driving yourself mad as you could never really get yourself off- a constant state of sexual frustration. 

it always felt weird when you did it, maybe you were too in your head, or the all consuming guilt of committing such a dirty crime in the eyes of god dampened the mood, but nonetheless - you’d never had an orgasm. 

they heard you admit that. and that haley and abi were seeing each other, which was definitely supposed to be a secret, but they seemed far more focused on your predicament. 

“you’re so cute when you play dumb,” sebastian muttered, thumb brushing against your cheek over and over again. 

“such a pretty girl like you doesn’t deserve to be left all pent up, let us help you,”. you watched as sam bit back a smirk, jaw clenching as he pushed his tongue to the roof of his mouth. 

your mouth ran dry, like your nervous system knew what he what he was insinuating, your brain just hadn’t caught up yet. 

“huh?” your foggy brain couldn’t process what exactly he was asking, too distracted by the way he traced his hands up and down your legs, fingers almost catching the inside of your shorts on each pass. 

“c’mon baby, you’ve been so touchy tonight, were you just too shy to ask?” sebastian taunted, he knew you got touchy when you were high- the fear of being overbearing slowly dissipating and body taking over to show affection, almost always platonic, but touchy nonetheless. 

you had penny sitting between your legs that one night, inebriated card games and truth or dares spinning around the inside of the community center, braiding and brushing out her hair over and over as excited voices rang all over. 

haley had you in her lap once, running fingers through your hair as a movie played on her new projector, nearly everyone in the community sprawled across her backyard as a cult classic played on the backside of her shared home. 

resting your head on alex’s shoulder when you noticed how anxious he was in the saloon, caving in to emily’s hugging tendencies. 

why is this any different? 

“i-” your voice caught in your throat as the both of them locked eyes on you, stares pleading but knowing. knowing they would get you to cave in under them. 

“you’re so tense, pretty girl, it’ll help y’know,” sams hands began massaging you again, and sebastian’s hand followed, thumb working out the tension in your neck. 

lips parted again, a single soft whimper sneaking out before you could catch it. 

“let us take care of you baby,”. you swore sebastian bit  his lip with sheer hunger, trying to hold it back, eyes not hiding that need one bit. 

not to mention, you could feel how hard he was as you leaned your head back, and how much of him there was. 

“i- um,” you fidgeted with your fingers, face hot and heart jumping out of your chest. “i haven’t- i don’t have-,” experience. you were too scared, always backing off before hands wandered too far, too insecure to carry things forward. 

it was the breaking point of more than one relationship in your time. 

you couldn’t help the fear that settled deep in your bones, despite leaving the confines of your mothers religion years ago. you always felt guilty. 

on top of a lifetime of never feeling good enough, never pretty enough. hell, you didn’t find a sense of self until your move to the valley, and even that took a year. 

i can’t do this, they weren’t supposed to know that, i shouldn’t have said anything. 

“shhhh, it’s okay baby, nothin’ to worry about,” seb gently brushed your cheek, a last ditch effort to calm your nerves a little. “we’ll teach you all ya need to know, don’t wanna let some stranger hurt ya or anything, y’know?” 

you hesitated, wondering what stranger would come and hurt you in the middle of nowhere, nor why they seemed so…sweet with it. 

surely, they just cared, right? friends can do this, right..? 

“o-okay, but-”. 

that was all they needed to hear. 

before you could finish your sentence, before you could change your mind, before you could second guess your decision too much, sam had pulled you in and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around him fully while sebastian grabbed three beers from your refrigerator before making his way to your bedroom- turning your bedside lamp on and opening all three bottles with his thumb ring as sam sat you on the edge of the bed. 

everything was a blur, sebastian climbing into your bed with his back to the headboard, pulling you into him, forcing you to look at sam while his breath was hot on your neck. 

they had moved so fast, a blur that almost made you nauseous as it settled with your encroaching panic attack. 

sam settled in front of you, darting his eyes between you and sebastian, as if to ask for some unspoken permission to devour you whole. 

he was laying in front of you, feet dangling off the end of your bed, eyes almost pleading to sebastian. 

you felt sebastian nod a single time before peppering light kisses against your neck, a small whimper in return. 

sam’s hands tugged on the waistband of your shorts, while sebastian lifted your hips as the last bit of decency was stripped from you. a string of slick glistening as your panties pulled away. 

they both paused for a moment, your last chance to back out, even though they both knew you wouldn't.

Well, at this point, you couldn't.

“oh honey,” sam groaned under his breath, a man starved as his mouth watered at the sight of you on display. “god you’re gonna ruin me,”. he shook his head before diving between your thighs, pushing your legs apart and hooking his arms around them. 

you shivered at the feeling of his nose pressed against you, heavy breathing on your clit, melting into sebastian as sam licked a single swipe of his tongue up your wanting slit. 

all the while, sebastian pulled your shirt over your head, not missing a beat with his fixation on your neck, now trailing down your shoulder. 

sam couldn’t hold back, one swipe had him drunk. a man fucking starved, face buried so deep his nose pressed against your clit while his tongue worked magic. 

sebastian’s gentle kisses turned into bites and bruises, sucking months worth of unspoken need from the top of your neck to the edge of your collarbone. 

even though sam was between your legs, sebastian was playing the long game- inherently selfish as this was his idea, he had control. 

sam didn’t know what he was doing, and sebastian didn’t want to scare you off. sam was urgent, needy. 

sam didn’t know it, but sebastian had already claimed you, watching your every move. 

and he would be damned if sam tried to mark you first. and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna let sam make you cum first, either. 

your eyes were pinched shut, jaw slack, whines and whimpers spilling out as you squirmed against sam’s messy eating. slurping up every drop you had to offer, adjusting when your whimpers turned to quiet moans, trying to figure you out. 

“feel good, baby?” sebastian purred in your ear, nipping at your earlobe as you nodded your head, letting your head tip back into him for support. 

“mhmm..” your eyes fluttered, barely opening as you try and look over at him. 

an unfamiliar knot formed at the bottom of your tummy, barely there but growing fast. 

you bucked your hips into sam's face, scared and chasing the feeling all the same, frame tensing and legs closing in on his head.

“sam, sam,” sebastian barked, noticing you tense up, not wanting sam to take this from him. 

“huh?” he mumbled, finally coming up for air. his face was a mess, covered in spit and slick. 

“don’t get greedy,” he bit, playing with the straps of your bra, the only thing covering you besides sebastian’s wandering hands. 

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he huffed, sitting back on his heels as he ran his thumb across his bottom lip. 

sebastian cocked his head to the side ever so slightly, before slipping his hand down to your messy cunt, still covered in a the mess that painted sam’s face. 

the gasp that sebastian’s fingers pulled out of you was so dirty, the cold metal of his rings driving you insane. 

sam's tongue worked wonders, but the feeling of being full was even better.

instantly kicking your head back into him, whining through short breaths, body somehow warmer than it was with sam eating you alive.

he found a spot you didn’t know existed, brushing over and over and over again until your hand was squeezing his wrist, moans spilling out of you with each thrust of his fingers. 

“oh baby, god sam she’s tight,” a breathy laugh was all you could feel on your bruised neck, sam watching in awe as sebastian pulled you closer and closer and closer to the edge- as if it was his sole mission in life. 

sam leaned in, reaching over the filthy scene to grab his beer, downing half as he tried to keep his composure. all he wanted was to fuck you till dawn, bruise your cervix to the shape of his swollen tip, to fill you up and fuck it back into you. 

and sebastian was making him wait. 

he watched in a mix of excitement and jealousy as you came on sebastian’s fingers, his hand dripping with your cum, spilling through his fingers.

“atta girl, there you go,” he hummed, still pumping his fingers- just much, much slower, making you twitch in overstimulation. 

“i knew you’d be a loud one, such a dirty little thing aren’t you?” sam leaned in towards you, all doe-eyed and already starting to look fucked-out. 

he lifted the bottle to your parted lips, pouring the bitter ale down your throat- so dry that for once in your life beer was a godsend. 

“i think you should return the favor for sammy, don’t you think baby?” sebastian whispered in your ear, taking this time to unclip your bra and slide it off your body, letting your tits sit free. 

your brain couldn’t really understand what he was talking about, but you nodded nonetheless, in way too deep to back out now. 

“whatdya mean?” you asked him innocently, a little more lively after the other half of the bottle settled in your tummy. 

“show him what that mouth can do, yeah? i know he’d love it,”. 

his hands cupped your tits, pawing at them like they were the best thing to ever exist. 

“w-where do you want me?” you tried to sit up, but were held back by his hands still kneading your chest.

“get down on your knees, he loves that. trust me,” he shot sam a knowing look, a nod to unbuckle his leather belt as seb helped you down to your knees, a pillow between them and the hardwood floor. 

you looked up at sam, clenching around nothing when you saw the state he was in - disheveled and flushed, a mix of weed and alcohol and pussy, all of it equally intoxicating to such a desperate man.  

looking up at him, fully realizing how fucking hot he was, pussy leaking down your thigh with a hushed whimper.

you unfastened the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down with shaky hands. the strain of the zipper was enough to make you nervous, enough to make you freeze. 

“you’ll be okay baby, i’ll help ya', don’t worry,” seb whispered in your ear, holding eye contact with sam, enough to make him shudder. 

he let his jeans and boxers hit the floor, stepping out of them gently. sitting at the edge of your bed, the perfect height. 

the piercing on his tip glistened with his pre, leaking with need. it was all red and swollen, begging for attention, pulse almost visible in the vein crawling up his shaft.

swallowing your fear as best you could, trying your best to remember all those stories you read in the confines of your bedroom, doe-eyed blinks as he nodded his head, tired of the agonizing wait. 

the groan that spilled out with your very first kitten lick on his swollen tip gave you a smidge of confidence, enough to take a single deep breath and slowly pull him into the warmth your mouth offered. 

you adjusted once, using one hand to hold the sheer weight of his cock steady as you bobbed your head once, twice. 

“fff- fuckkk,” he titled his head back with his single groan, falling apart at the first few sucks, barely taking half of him. 

you didn’t swallow any of your spit, letting it drip down to the base, coating your fingers like lube. rhythmic bobs of your head repeated as you circled your tongue around him, hand matching the movements of your head, covering the last bit of him you knew would demolish your throat. 

“oh my god you’re so fucking good this holy ssshit-”. his breath was heavy, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, you swore you could feel his heartbeat in his cock as you sped up. 

sebastian’s fingers trailed up the nape of your neck, a gentle grip on your hair, testing the waters. 

pushing you a little farther. bobbing your head a little quicker. 

warm saltwater began to pool in your eyes, jaw already sore and breathing erratic.

“doing so good baby, there you go take him all,”. before you knew it you felt the piercing hit the back of your throat, gagging once before sebastian pulled you back just enough. 

“god you’re gonna make me- fucking hell- c-cum if you keep doing that,”. his words were barely coherent, a muddled mess of moans and whimpers laced with profanities and praise.

you heard seb snicker under his breath, barely audible as he bobbed your head for you, almost like he was hypnotized, supporting yourself with splayed hands on sam’s thighs. 

you pinched your eyes shut hard, tears still pooling out of the corners as you tried your very best to do a good job. 

you didn't have any other choice, sandwiched between the man in front of you and sebastian's grip, nothing but a mouth for sam to fuck.

you knew the back of your throat was bruised, that your face was a mess of spit and sams leaking pre, coating your mouth and chin, mixing with your tears down your neck. you didn't just look a mess, you were a mess.

sam was panting through his stuttered whimpers, teeth chattering with how good he felt. sebastian knew it too, there was a reason he was coaching you. 

you retracted as warm ropes shot down your throat, sebastian’s grip loosening as sam sputtered his hips, hissing when sebastian had slowed down enough for you to control your tongue again, feeling each throb on his still-hard cock. 

tasting the salty-sweet ropes as they settled in your throat, wincing at the foreign feeling, you fought against seb's hand to pull back.

“okay- okayokayokay seb please-,”. 

sam was shaking, breathing heavy, and sebastian finally pulled you off, wiping your drying tears with a featherweight touch. 

he kissed you, hard. messy. tasting sam’s cum mixing with the crumbling innocence on your lips. 

pulling away, he pressed his forehead against yours, blown out eyes staring into your glassy ones. 

“look at you, you did so good baby,”. 

“you sure you haven’t done this before? jesus christ,” sam scoffed, lingering doubt on how you did that good taking his dick, how your tongue swallowed him up and teased every nerve ending, how you swallowed without objection. 

“you did good too, dirty boy,” seb looked up at him through his dark lashes, eyeliner smudged and shimmering with sin. 

you watched sam’s swollen cock twitch at the pet name, face already turning needy again.  

seb reached over to your nightstand, grabbing your somehow still cold beer- handing it to you with care. 

“atta girl, good job,” he ran his fingers down your back again, mouthing something to sam again while you zoned out. 

picking you up off the floor, seb laid you down gently as sam took the bottle from your fingers, watching you- no staring at you as he tore his shirt off, tattoos on display. 

you had no idea those were hiding under his collar, and your hole clenched around nothing as you pushed your thighs together, a mix of embarrassment and want. you were still dripping, still nervous. 

like a fawn staring down approaching headlights- frozen in time- knowing you had no way out of this. your high was slowly fading, sobering up at the lewdity of it all. 

you were in way over your head. and they knew it, too. 

like prey, helpless. 

lost in your own head, succumbing to the endless whirlwind of thoughts that always came back as your high faded away, spinning, spinning, spinning. 

“you still here?” sam brushed him thumb across your flushed cheek, gathering your attention as you realized sebastian was…gone? 

“mhm- where’d sebby go?” you hummed, nuzzling your cheek into the palm of his hand. 

“he’ll be right back, don’t worry pretty girl,”. 

he moved slowly, kissing the side of your neck, a disgruntled hum as he looked at the mark seb made on you. 

“you let him mark you?” his voice was so low, sticking to the inside of your skull as he nipped at the tender flesh below your ear. 

“i-im sorry i-” you fiddled with your fingers, hands shaky and breaths short. he said it with such distain it almost felt like disgust, body caving in on itself as tears began to well up again.

“no no no, not what i meant shhhh,” he retracted from your neck, kissing your forehead and dancing his fingers on your sides, making you squirm and giggle. 

he was pissed, but he would handle that with seb later. 

gone for just a split for a moment in time, just to come back with the bong in hand- lighter in the other.

he was going to get you to cave in.

you watched as he pulled first, bubbles boiling in the smoky water as he focused so intently on his drag.

"go ahead, baby, it'll help 'ya," sebastian sat you up slightly, just enough to press your swollen lips to the glass rim, looking up at sam as he let the smoke simmer a little too long, too much for you to inhale in one go.

it was over for you at that point, so high that you could feel your fingertips buzzing, reminding yourself to breathe and blink.

hearing the clink of his belt hit the floor, your eyes widened at the sight - panicking about the realization that he may not even fit.

the worst part was that it excited your puffy little cunt, feeling your pulse on your clit, aching to be tended to.

after all those years of denying advances, never getting yourself off, just to collapse under his touch was insanity.

those thoughts were knocked aside as he crawled on top of you, trapping you beneath him.

to your side, you heard sam pull your desk chair over - studying your every movement with his already hard cock resting on his stomach, leaking again.

his breathing sounded tense, so sharp the air felt jagged.

you couldn't tell what the fuck his problem was, but the man on top of you was far more important than the latter.

it didn't help that knowing you were being watched was only egging you on, clenching around nothing at all as the reality settled in.

“you’re so wet baby, don’tcha wanna know what it feels like?” sebastian purred in your ear, grinding his cock between your slippery slit, finally getting the ounce of friction it wanted so badly. "feels better than my fingers, don't you wanna try?"

so far gone, eyes bloodshot and glossy, a faint giggle mixed with each breath. you couldn’t think straight if your life depended on it. 

unable to focus your stare, everything just a little bit blurry, lost in the rhythmic grind of his hips- your cunt begging to be tended to, to be fucked stupid, you nodded once- embarrassed to admit it.

the smell of his cologne, mixed with weed and such depravity within the four walls of your bedroom made you so pliable, so needy, radiating off of you like dewdrops on a summer morning.

looking up at him, gaze so goddamn desperate, lip quivering as your body ached to be stuffed full.

on the other hand, sebastian was at his wits fucking end. he had you trapped under him, nowhere to run, so high you couldn’t help but let your body react naturally. 

he caught his fucking prey. no one was going to take this from him.

a small gasp in unison as he caved in, catching on your dripping hole, tip beginning to feel the heat radiating off of you. the warm embrace of your virgin hole pulling him in so quickly.

gritting his teeth to try his very best to hold on to his last thread of self control, pushing himself through your tight little hole as slow as he could manage. cursing under his breath, blown out eyes glued to the way your swollen cunt accepted him so willingly.

the strech was deep, splitting you open as he slowly filled you, small thrusts to ease himself in.

“oh my god seb fucking hell-” you whine, pulling his hips deeper on desire alone, falling apart on top of you. 

your half-lidded eyes looked up at him - disheveled, flushed, gone. 

losing his initial regard to let you adjust, he thrust into you hard, buried as deep as he could. 

“holy fuck baby, so fuckin’ tight,”. barely comprehensible, syllables broken by his whimpers. 

“s-s’ deep,”. your whine made him throb inside you, walls fluttering around him in wordless return. 

it did hurt, such a tight fit with little preparation, barely able to adjust to all 10 inches of him.

but it felt so good, feeling so full and so warm, stuffed deeper than you thought imaginable.

eyes fluttering between open and rolling to the back of your skull, nearly sobbing with each stroke, fingernails digging into his biceps as they strained to keep him partially upright.

“doin’ so good baby, so good f’me,”. 

he was pussy drunk already, desire taking over as he fought to pull back, to be gentle , just to lose his last thread of control and thrust into you hard enough to bruise. 

the slap of skin on sin, your sopping cunt coating his cock so quickly, mouth open but unable to make any sound as you just felt so fucking. good. 

quicker than you could comprehend, he swung your legs onto his shoulders, one after the other, pushing your knees into your chest, the nastiest mating press you’d ever imagine. 

slamming into you with unrestrained hunger, somehow reaching deeper, hitting that pretty little spongey spot inside you, your legs shaking instantly. 

all you could do was sob. broken cries and shrill moans caught in your throat, only pushed out with the relentless fervor pulling him in so deep. 

“look at you, made for this weren’t ya’? fucking hell baby,”. his words were slurred through gritted teeth, memorizing every inch of your cunt like his life depended on it. 

your glassy vision closed in on you, eyes pinching shut before you could try to fight it. the knot in your core fraying quick, teetering on the edge. 

“i-seb-i-,”. you weren’t even sure if you vocal chords really even worked at this point, your brain left behind miles ago.  

“cum for me baby, i can feel you squeezin’ me,”. sebastian was a wreck. eyes full of nothing but primal need, brows pinched together, cheeks flushed darker than you’d ever seen. 

he adjusted his hips slightly, just enough to make flashing stars glimmer behind your eyelids, your ears ringing loud enough to drown out every sound in the room. 

he kept the perfect rhythm, not faltering for a single millisecond.

it felt different than it did with his fingers, this was a million times harder, a thousand times messier, a hundred times nastier.

“gonna fill you up, make you mine yeah?” his growl reverberated in your muddled brain, nodding brainlessly through sputtered cries.

in picture perfect unison, with your legs a trembling mess and his hips beginning to stutter, and you both came hard. 

so caught in the ringing of your ears and shooting stars behind your eyelids, you didn’t hear the cracked whimpers that came out of sebastian’s mouth as he came, a jumbled mess of profanities and promises to make you his forever. 

he pressed his forehead against yours, both of you panting and sweating, a small attempt to bring his heartbeat back to normal. 

your heart was being so fast you swore it would explode, unable to catch your breath, legs trembling, teeth chattering.

head spinning, stars slowly fading, eyes still pinched together and streaming.

“you feeling okay baby?” sebastian patted the side of your face gently, bringing you back down to earth a little. 

all you could do was nod, throat sore and head spinning, blinking hard to try and come to your senses. 

“god you are the most beautiful thing, fucking hell,”. 

both of you winced as he slowly pulled himself out, cum spilling out of you and soaking your already ruined sheets. 

you shut your eyes again, nuzzling into his hand as he wiped away the tears staining your face, kissing you once on the forehead and again on the nose. 

“perfect little thing aren’t you?” 

you covered your face with both hands, overcome with the sheer embarrassment of it all, on display for both of them and covered in a mix of spit, slick, and cum, shivering as the heat of your high came crashing down. 

“shhhh don’t hide baby, don’t hide,” sebastian pulled your hands away from your face, rolling his eyes with a grind of his teeth at whatever sam had mouthed to him.

you felt sam's presence disappear for a moment in time, just to come back with the bong in hand- lighter in the other.

you watched as he pulled first, bubbles boiling in the smoky water as he focused so intently on his drag.

"go ahead, baby, it'll help 'ya," sebastian sat you up slightly, just enough to press your swollen lips to the glass rim, looking up at sam as he let the smoke simmer a little too long, too much for you to inhale in one go.

but fuck did it feel good, body and brain more like a puddle than anything else, so lost in the buzzing of the world around you.

too focused with the plush of your bedding on your loosened joints, you missed their brief conversation, knocked back into focus at the words sebastian spoke to you.

“gotta let sammy have a turn, yeah?” he brushed the side of your face, a jealous bite at the end of his sentence, almost wincing at the idea of actually letting him fuck you. 

it was the last thing he wanted, for someone else to be inside you, but he grit his teeth to try and settle the tension before it bled into you.

“the hell does that mean?” sam bit back, cocking his head to the side. 

you felt seb tense up, battling through all his racing thoughts, trying to pick out the right words to try and be the bigger person. to keep you calm.

she doesn't need to catch strays in this, the fuck are you doing sam?

one look down at you, your puppy dog eyes staring at sebastian with little hearts, all sense of decency left behind.

the only thing repeating in his head like a broken record clouding his judgement, the feeling his heart warmed with, how the hell was he supposed to let you potentially slip through his fingers? how could he be okay with letting someone else feel the heaven between your legs, or let them bask in the sounds you spilled for him so quickly.

fuck it.

“she’s mine now man, rules are rules, so since im letting you, you better do it right,”. his words were so sharp, so venom filled in comparison to his gentle praises with you, your head spinning all over again. 

too fucked out to process the true weight to his words, too busy drifting in and out, the only thing keeping you steady was the warmth of his hand against your cheek.

“let me? seb- yknow,” he turned his head towards you, crouching down a bit to reach you at eye level. "why don't you let sammy have a turn now, yeah?"

"oh-i-" you mumbled, brain not able to pull together a coherent thought, fucked utterly stupid.

"sam," sebastian nearly growled, jaw tense and fingers digging into your legs, still quivering on either side of him. he knew you were probably overstimulated to the nth degree, hell you could barely keep your damn eyes open.

"don't," sam bit, full of venom, pointing at him like a threat.

"g-guys, it's o-okay," you stumbled over your syllables, trying your best to settle whatever the hell was going on, not wanting to deal with any of it.

sam practically pushed sebastian to the side, forcing his way in between your legs. between a single slow blink, sebastian's flushed cheeks and bitten lip replaced with blown out eyes and messy blonde hair.

"let sammy show you what a real good fuck feels like, pretty girl," he whispered in your ear, heat slithering to your cheeks with the bite at the end of his words. he was taunting you, more to get a rise out of sebastian than anything.

far gone was the upbeat nature he carried so well, no jokes or giggles or even bubbling excitement. this version in front of you was hungry. jealous. mean.

before another breath could fall, a second could pass, he flipped you on to your front, pulling your ass up by your hips, knocking the wind out of you.

"jesus sam the fuck are you doing," sebastian laid next to you, daggers stabbing into sam's chest with a single glare.

"fuck off," sam scoffed, leaning over you to growl in your ear again, opposite of sebastian. "gonna ruin 'ya, babe,".

ass in the air, sebastian's cum still dripping out of you, thighs sticky, at sam's mercy.

shivering as he drug his flushed tip through your puffy slit, just enough of your sopping mess on him to glisten in the lamplight.

sam was on the brink of insanity, brain fuzzy and senses clouded, with only one train of thought - the primal need to fuck you beyond repair.

the air felt heavy, all breaths held as he guided himself to your weeping hole, grabbing the sheets below you for any sense of support.

before the moment passed him by, a slow rock forward, cockhead dipping into the warm embrace of your cunt.

"oh my god you feel so fucking good-ngh," his words were a drunken mess, slurred together as he allowed no time for you to adjust to him, his hips bucking into you in one swift thrust- knocking the wind straight out of you.

like a bitch in heat, he kickstarted a ruthless pace, the piercing that had bruised your throat now abusing your cervix.

it was so much, each nerve ending sparking all over again as you felt him in an entirely different way, so so sensitive and eyes welling up with tears without you even noticing.

"like being fucked like a whore, 'eh?" he almost laughed under his words, panting with each lewd slam of his hips, a ring of slick and sebastian's cum settling at the base of his cock so quickly.

all you could manage were breathless whimpers, slack jawed and breathless as every ounce of oxygen was knocked out to allow space for him inside.

feeling his white-knuckled grip on your hips leave one side, just to push you down to force an even deeper arch that was downright criminal.

through it all, sebastian laid next to you, muttering small praises in your ear- a stark contrast to the slap of your ass against sam in perfect rhythm over and over and over, right until you were cumming all over him before you knew you were close.

"fuck your squeezin me, tighter than shit good god,".

you couldn't help but sob as he pounded you, so sensitive and overstimulated that you couldn't control a goddamn thing.

"doin' so good baby, so so good," sebastian purred in your ear, placing gentle kisses on your shoulder as you buried your face into the sheets.

despite the anger coursing through his veins at sam's lack of concern, or better yet just him being inside you, he couldn't help but feel his dick harden once again at the sight of you so incredibly ruined.

"ssshit gonna cum fuckfuckfu-," his hips stuttered with his words, cutting off as he painted your insides white, filling you up once again.

still sobbing, out of breath, twitching as your insides throbbed and milked him dry without question.

he pulled out quickly, not allowing time for him to fall soft inside you, sitting back on his heels, panting and sweating.

your sobs slowly calmed as sebastian rubbed your back, allowing you to tuck your knees under your chest and grant your aching spine reprieve from primal greed.

"do you need anything?" sebastian hummed, and you shook your head no as best you could, so worn from use and any chance of a coherent sentence forming was next to none.

you were fucked utterly senseless.

"are- are you okay? i got a little ahead of myself i'm sorry pretty girl," sam stepped to the floor, resting his head on the side of your bed, opposite of sebastian's sweet nothings, a twinge of guilt seeping through his teeth at your shaking frame.

you felt sebastian move, just to glare at sam with enough anger you could taste it on your tongue.

"a little?" he seethed, jaw clenched tight enough to crack his molars if he tried.

"the fuck is your problem?" sam bit back, eyebrows pinched in genuine confusion.

"i-" he shook his head, forcing a deep breath before he beat the shit out of sam for getting greedy, and for being so reckless with it- with you. "go run her a bath, would you?"

wordlessly sam stood up, kissing the top of your head with a quick peck before taking his leave to run you a warm bath, swiping his shirt and boxers up from the floor on his way up.

"can you look at me, baby?" sebastian practically whispered, kissing your back gently as a praise for being so good.

you turned your head just enough to see him, glossy eyed and sniffling, suddenly embarrassed by how much of a wreck you were.

"there she is," he hummed, content, a soft smile on his kiss bitten lips. "let's get you in the bath, yeah? get 'ya all cleaned up and get into some comfy clothes?"

you nodded, succumbing to his soft words and care.

brain still short circuiting, eyes shot open for a quick second at the sudden change in temperature as your legs hit the warm water, bubbles starting to form under the faucet as sam poured some of your favorite soap under the running water.

you weren't really sure how you made it to your tub so quickly, but thankful nonetheless as lavender filled your nose and nearly pulled you to sleep right then and there.

"we will be right back, gonna get you some water okay?" sebastian ensured you were settled in before leaving your side, pulling sam by his shirt collar into the hallway- already half dressed.

barely audible over the sound of the rushing tap was the hushed grit of barely held back rage, all initially from sebastian.

"that wasn't a part of the fucking deal, samson, what the fuck is your problem?"

"dude you're telling me that you're the only one allowed to fuck her? what kind of bullshit is that?"

"were you not listening that first time we met her, or the first time she hung out with us, or i don't know every other goddamn fucking time where i said she's fucking mine?"

"you can't just claim her, that's not how shit works dude. i'm not here to just watch you fuck her, asshole,".

"you agreed to this shit, was tryna do you a favor by getting you some head, but no you had to get all defensive and shit. she's fucking mine. you got your chance, now go get her a goddamn glass of water or so help me god,".

"is there a catch to that too? hm?"

"oh my fucking god sam you're going to make me lose my shit, get her a goddamn glass of water it's the least you can do after you overstepped,".

he sighed for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose, contemplating his next words. trying his very best to not ruin a lifelong friendship, his tongue was too fast, teeth not a strong enough cage. "how would penny feel about this? didn't you see her yesterday?".

he knew that they were only friends with benefits, but he could see the look in penny's eyes - a little bit broken and head over fucking heels. sam never spoke of it, but he knew if word got out she would be devastated.

for the first time in his life, the look on sam's face broke him. a mix of betrayal - overstepping the one boundary sam had set to never speak of their dirty little secret - and anger, sadness and regret, numbness and everything in between.

without waiting another second, not wanting an apology, sam stormed off towards your kitchen, steps heavy and rushed.

without giving sebastian the time of day, before any more words could be exchanged, sam handed him a glass of cold water and a straw, before hastily making his way to your bedroom to grab the rest of his clothes and regain some semblance of control.

meanwhile, sebastian didnt hesitate to sit on the floor right outside the tub, moving gently as to not startle you as your eyes fought to stay open, exhaustion taking over.

"doing okay?" he hummed, brushing your cheek with his thumb, checking to make sure none of your hair got wet as you settled down further.

placing the straw into the ice cold water, he brought it to your lips, hoping to get at least a few baby sips down.

"mhm," you nodded, looking at him with lovestruck eyes, a whole different side of you peeking through to him in a single glance. "what're you 'n sammy fightin' about?".

"don't worry about it baby, we can talk about it later, yeah?" if you were sober and looking at him dead on, you would have been able to smell the panic on him, not exactly sure how he was supposed to explain this whole…situation…without scaring you away, such a pretty and timid little thing.

"o-okay," you hummed, lazily nodding your head. "can we go to bed soon?"

he sighed, so thankful you didn't push, thankful he had enough time to figure out how everything went so much different than he planned, how he wanted to make it up to you.

all the while, he had to fight down every devilish thought, every skipping heartbeat, so so starstruck at the sight of you now, the sight of you then.

he was already addicted, only saved by the thin chain of guilt, knowing your body was done. but fuck the sound of your sopping wet cunt, pulling him in with such desperation, molding to accommodate his size so quickly, perfect little pussy.

the sounds that left your swollen lips, a sweet symphony, soaking up each tear with adoration and lust he didn't even recognize himself.

he would deal with the mess later, too content with the lack of tension in your bones, the calmest he'd ever seen you.

just took a little weed, huh? should've done this months ago.

can't get away from me now, darling.

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i hope you enjoyed!! this was not my intended direction on their dynamic... but we all love a possessive seb < 3 (sorry sammy pls forgive me).

as always, thank you for stopping by, and thank you for your patience!!

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[thebluester2020]

[SDV] "The Quiet Challenge"

Imagine that Sebastian is fucking you while his family is still home.

The fact that the two of you were doing this type of thing to begin with was absolutely insane! You were already a loud moaner, and Sebastian knew how to hit every single spot inside of you with a frightening amount of accuracy. But...after Sebastian had recently seen a challenge online, one that challenged the louder partner of the relationship to stay quiet while the couple fucked in either a mildly public space or when someone else was inside the home...he just couldn't resist the temptation!

He had never sent a text so fast, his dick already throbbing in his pants for attention at the very idea of seeing how wrecked you would look while trying to keep as quiet as you possibly could.

And when you had sent a text back saying that you were done, to give the challenge a try? Sebastian wanted to start tonight.

It would be a typical night for the family. His sister would be in her room working on her machines, while his parents would be in the kitchen talking about their day. But...while his family was occupied, you and Sebastian would be seeing how well you would be able to adhere to the challenge he presented to you.

. . .

You nearly bit your bottom lip to the point of it bleeding as you currently straddled Sebastian, his hands gripping your sides tightly as he plunged his cock in and out of you at his regular pace. Rough yet full of passion and all the desire he bottled up inside for you, his usually pale cheeks flushed red as he eyed your slightly glistening form as beads of sweat rolled down your body. "Fuck...you look so much prettier sitting on my cock like this." Sebastian purred, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he felt you clench around him and a particularly loud moan escape your lips.

"S-Seb—" It was a struggle to speak clearly, your words more shaky than usual as you aimed to focus your mind on trying to stay quiet. Yet, as the sounds of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the spacious bedroom alongside the sounds of your sticky arousal, when your boyfriend's cock began to touch and prod at your G-spot deep inside of you, your hand rushed to cover your mouth.

"No cheating." Sebastian teased as he quickly took your hand away from your mouth. "Anyone can keep quiet by having a hand over their mouth." He smirked, a low groan leaving his chest when he felt you clench around him once more.

And he responded by suddenly thrusting up into you, punching a particularly loud moan from your lips that echoed throughout the room.

"Did you hear that?"

Sebastian laughed as he continued to fuck you roughly, a toothy grin creeping onto his face as he felt you clench around him almost impossibly tightly when the words of his parents could be heard upstairs. "Dirty girl...you like the idea of being caught?" He snickered. "What would people think...the farmer of that old farm...liking the idea of being caught by their boyfriend's parents? While having their sweet pussy rearranged?"

A choked-out moan escaped you, your moans increasing in pitch steadily as Sebastian's filthy words settled deep inside of you, causing more of your slick to ooze out from your hole and soak even more of Sebastian's cock. "Stay quiet~" Sebastian continued to teasingly encourage you. "Sebastian— fuck!" You could hardly hold yourself back, biting your lips or covering your mouth was no longer enough as your moans continued to rise in pitch, the sounds of people moving about upstairs making you nearly come to the verge of whining out for help until—

There was a knock at the door.

And it was as Sebastian suddenly flipped a switch, as he flipped you over to where your face was shoved into the sheets, his thrusts becoming borderline animalistic as he shoved his cock as far as it could into your cunt, the slapping noises becoming even more prevalent. "Sebastian?" Robin called. "Did you hear that noise? Sounded like screaming! Are you okay!"

"I'm fine, Mom!" He called back as if he weren't fucking you like that's all you were good for. "Probably something outside." Sebastian then leaned his head down to your ear to gently kiss the shell of your ear.

"Aren't I sooooo nice~?" He whispered, his warm breath against your ear making you crave even more of his dick. "Now you can scream alllll you like into my sheets..."

Based on this, ask! Everyone give their thanks and credits to this anon!

[lunarrite]

Sebastian is startled awake at the sound of something vibrating repeatedly against the wooden planks of his floor. He fumbles his hand around groggily for the culprit, before his fingers clasp onto his cellphone. He pulls it up to his face, allowing his eyes to focus on several messages pouring in on the bright screen. He skims over them for a moment without absorbing any of their content before his eyes settle on the analog clock plastered against his all black wallpaper, the time of 3:02AM almost taunting him.

Sebastian does a double-take at what he sees, and with that is able to fully register the state of his surroundings. He takes a beat to recognize that his other hand has found its way down from your back to your ass, cupping your body snug against his pelvis. Your head has moved from its resting position on his chest, into his neck; lips open and flush against his skin, hot breaths of air tickling his neck with each exhale you take. In your sleep, the two of you have managed to intertwine your legs together, his leg slotted in between your thighs, flush against your crotch. Your fingers are warm against the bare skin of his stomach, creeping their way up underneath the hem of his shirt. The blanket the two of you had been using previously is discarded on the floor. For a second, Sebastian is almost certain he’s still dreaming.

He’s pulled from his trance at the feeling of his phone vibrating in his hand again. He takes a moment to reread the messages filling its screen; an active conversation between Sam, Abigail and Victor, all three of them inquiring about Sebastian’s whereabouts.

Abby: he’s probs sleeping tbh

Sam: mannnnn

Sam: he was supposed 2 be on hours ago 🤧

Victor: Should we start another game without him?

Abby: yess

Abby: he can join next game if he wakes up 🤣

Sebastian can’t help the smirk that finds its way onto his lips as he sends off his reply.

Seb: can’t 2nite

Sam: wtf why

Victor: ^

Seb: busy

Sam: 😑

Abby: no way ur bitchass is too busy for a fucking computer game🤨 

Sam: too busy beating ur dick to (Y/N)’s selfies ig😪

Victor has emphasized Abby’s message.

Sebastian opens the camera app on his phone, careful not to disturb you as he repositions himself to get a better shot of the two of you together. You suck in a sharp breath at his sudden movement, and he pauses for a beat, willing you to stay asleep. When you whine out a soft breath and settle back into his neck, nuzzling your face deeper into his skin, he can’t help the shudder that racks its way through his body in reaction. He moves his phone to capture the both of you completely, angling it just enough for them to get a good view of your ass gripped tightly in his palm. He takes the picture, and studies it for a brief moment before sending it off to the group chat.

He’s sure to save the picture to his camera roll for his own safekeeping before sending it off; the picture his poorly lit by nothing more than the bright blue ‘NO SIGNAL’ screen glaring from his television, but it’s just bright enough to make out the two of you pressed closely together on his couch. Your mouth is slightly agape, lips pressed taught against the base of his neck. One of your hands grips harshly at the collar of his shirt while the other one is pressed flat against his stomach underneath its hem. Sebastian has the cool metal of one of his snake bites snagged within his teeth in the picture, a slight, shit eating grin hanging off of his lips. The picture ends right at his hand gripping your body flush against his, the curves of your silhouette only heightened by the cool, dim lighting. It takes less than 5 seconds for his phone to be vibrating twice as quickly at the speed of the responses coming through.

Sam: dude

Sam: no way

Victor: 😳

Sam: is that the real deal or did u find a way to turn her pics into a holograph 👀

Abby: i stand corrected! 😭😭😭

Sam: cuz if she’s a holo u need to share dat mf w me nfs

Victor: That is definitely the real (Y/N)😂

Abby: Sam😭stfu

Sam: NO WAYYYYY😭

Abby: HELLO I NEED CONTEXT

Victor has emphasized Abby’s message.

Sam has emphasized Abby’s message.

Seb: don’t get crazy

Seb: she just came over to watch our show

Seb: n then we fell asleep watching

Seb: that’s all lol

Abby: our show👀

Sam has emphasized Abby’s message.

Victor has emphasized Abby’s message.

Seb: ok

Seb: the show she and I both happen to watch*

Seb: u guys r so fucking annoying

Sam: 😍wait keep going I’m almost there

Seb: ?

Abby has thumbs downed Sam’s message

Abby: ok anyways…

Victor: But the two of you are looking rather close to having just been watching “your” show together, no?

Sam: ^ wat he said

Sam: 👀

Abby: 👀

Seb: well she was fallin asleep while we were watching so i offered for her to come sleep on me

Abby: oh Sebastian always the gentleman 😍

Sam: why don’t u do that for me when im falling asleep playing games at ur house w u💔

Victor: You are not nearly as charming or good looking as (Y/N) is, Sam

Seb has emphasized Victor’s message.

Abby has emphasized Victor’s message.

Sam: yo wtf

Sam: fuck all of u btw 💔

Victor: 😘

Abby: im still in fucking shock u bailed on us for a real girl and not some AI sex chat bot

Abby: dare i say im proud of u? 

Abby: 🥴

Seb: gross

Seb: speaking of

Seb: i’m going back to the beautiful sleeping woman in my arms

Seb: goodnight losers in my phone

Sebastian doesn’t stick around for the mantra of notifications that are sure to follow suit. He instead turns off his phone entirely, refocusing his attention solely on you. He slides his hand up the curve of your back, raking his dull nails against the exposed skin. He can feel goosebumps begin to form, following the path of his fingertips. He uses his other hand to brush his fingers gently over your face, starting at the apples of your cheeks before dragging them down softly, following along your jawline to your bottom lip. He watches in silent awe as your eyelashes flutter against your cheek at the sensation.

“(Y/N),” he coos into your ear, and you stir softly against him at the sound, pushing your face closer into his neck and groaning. He whispers your name again softly, brushing a few stray pieces of hair out of your eyes as you blink them open. You take a few moments to readjust to the dim lighting of the room, yawning wildly as you push yourself up against his chest to soak in your surroundings. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” He teases you softly, and your eyes snap over to glare at him briefly before rubbing a tired hand over your face. 

“I think I’m still sleeping.” Your voice is thick and groggy with exhaustion when you speak, and Sebastian finds himself chuckling lowly at the sound. He lets his fingernails graze against your bare back once more, reveling in the way your body so easily melts back against his. 

“It’s like, three in the morning right now.” He whispers to you, and at that, your body lurches upward, eyes instantly blown wide in a panic. Your hand flies down from the collar of his shirt, smacking harshly against his lower abdomen in an attempt to push yourself up from your lying position. He hisses out a sharp breath with the sudden blow to his gut, and you wince at the sound, moving your hand to squeeze his inner thigh at a sheepish attempt at comfort. Sebastian’s dick tugs inside of his pants at the feel, and if you notice, he’s eternally grateful for the fact that you don't mention it. 

“‘M so sorry.” you rush out before continuing, “Is it really that late?”

Sebastian nods his head, and you groan in response, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. You rub your hands over your face a few times, trying to rid yourself of your sleep. Sebastian watches you lazily for a moment as you take a beat to adjust to your surroundings before making an attempt to stand up from the couch. Sebastian grabs your wrist, holding you steady in place.

“Where are you going?” He asks, and you give him a curious look in response.

“Home?” Your answer sounds more like a question. Sebastian shakes his head softly at you before speaking.

“It’s too late.” His head lolls to the side, bangs falling wispily in front of his eyes as he continues. “I’ll walk you back in the morning. You can just stay here tonight.” 

You raise your eyebrows at Sebastian’s suggestion, and he rolls his eyes back playfully. “I can sleep here, and you can sleep in my bed if that’ll make you feel better about it.”

“I mean, we already spent half the night together on the couch.” You huff out a laugh.“We can just both move to the bed.” 

Yours and Sebastian’s responses mirror each other from before, but in reverse; his eyebrows shoot up in a teasing jest as you roll your eyes a lot less playful than he did prior in response. You send your open palm into his chest, slapping it softly before moving to stand. You turn to face him, placing one hand on your hip as you sassily jut it out to your side. Your other hand extends towards Sebastian, offering to help him up. 

Sebastian hesitates in taking your hand, his eyes greedily lapping up the silhouette of your curves against dim light. He sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth, toying with the pierced ring absentmindedly. Sebastian casually pushes himself up from his laying position, swinging his lower half off of the couch. He readjusts himself languidly, spreading his thighs and stretching his legs out, caging your lower body within them where you stand. As he finally moves to grab your hand, you pull it away, letting it fall with the other to smack softly against his thighs. 

You bend your body forward towards him, pressing your weight down onto him as you inch closer to his face. He lets his hand fall to his side, leaning further into the backrest of the couch. You smile at him sweetly, but your eyelids are hooded in a way that conveys a completely different story. 

“What’re you looking at me like that for?” Your voice is barely above a whisper, sultry in tone when you speak. “What, you got a crush on me or something?” 

Sebastian can feel the heat of his flush spreading across his face and chest, but he doesn’t care. He almost feels drunk off of the sight of you like this; arching your body directly before him, giving him an excellent display of your cleavage spilling out of his oversized top. Combined with his sleep deprived delirium, and fiery hot adrenaline pumping through his veins, Sebastian feels more confident in this moment with you right now than he’s felt probably in his whole life.

“‘N what if I do?” His voice is cool and low to match yours when he replies. He brings both of his hands to rub up your arms, and you hum out at the feeling, looking off to the side in faux thought. 

“Maybe… you should do something about it then.” 

Your eyes are sparkling with a mischievous glint as you taunt him, seemingly enjoying the way his muscles flex uncontrollably beneath the palms of your hands as you drag them higher up his thighs. Sebastian lets a sharp breath out through his nose, pushing himself closer to you. His eyes fall down to your lips, biting the metal of his piercing between his teeth once more. You inch your face closer to his again, but he pulls back slightly just before the two of your lips touch.

“What?” His voice is thick with amusement as he parrots your previous statement back to you. “You got a crush on me or something? 

You chuckle incredulously at his sudden gall, so out of character for the dark-haired male you’ve grown to know and care for over these past few months. It was a version of him you could easily get used to, nonetheless. You bring your knee up and slot it in between his thighs, sliding it forward to press down onto his crotch. You hear a low moan at the back of his throat as you move to straddle him, his hands quickly coming up to your hips to help guide you back down into his lap. 

You throw an arm around his neck, pressing your chest flush against his. “I didn’t think I could be any more obvious.” 

“I can be a little dense sometimes.” Sebastian’s eyes remain focused on your lips as he speaks, watching closely as they curve upward with amusement.

“A little?”

At your jest, Sebastian’s eyes flicker to meet yours for a brief moment, before dropping his hands from your hips onto your ass, gripping you against him hard and leaning forward to capture your lips in his. It’s slow at first, the cool feeling of his snake bite piercings sending shivers down your spine as he languidly moves his lips against yours. He takes the time to savor the moment; the feeling of your throbbing heat pressed flush against his cock, fully hard and straining against the thin fabric of his pants. How infectious you smell, your natural aroma mixing with the fresh outdoorsy scent of his body wash. How you taste against his lips as your kissing becomes increasingly more and more hungry. He grazes the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, almost as if he were asking for permission to enter your mouth completely. You gasp softly into his mouth at the sensation, and he takes it as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. 

Your hands fly up into his frizzy black tufts, tugging his body impossibly closer to yours. He groans loudly at the dull ache in his scalp, hips bucking up into your core in a desperate attempt to find friction. The cooling metal sensation of his midline piercing is dizzying as he works his tongue inside of your mouth. You start to grind your hips in rhythm with his, and Sebastian is only able to manage kissing for a few moments more before pulling back with a lewd ‘pop!’ Sound.

“Fuck…” his voice is raspy, yet whiney in a way that immediately has you sopping against his sweats. He’s panting as he speaks, hot breaths fanning across the exposed skin of your collar bone while he fights to find his breath. “Fuck, (Y/N). You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” 

You nod your head quickly in response. “Me too.” 

Sebastian’s lids are heavy with arousal as he stares at you through his bangs. He’s looking at you as if he might devour you; judging from the pressure pressing hard in between your thighs, you think he’s just about ready to do so. He leans forward and begins pressing open mouthed kisses against the naked skin of your neck, sucking softly as he travels downwards towards your breasts.

“Wish we coulda… done this … sooner…” He breathes out as he makes his descent on your chest. He presses one last kiss in between your breasts, before flattening his tongue against you, lazily dragging it back up your body. Sebastian groans at the taste of the sweat on your skin, working his way back up; this time towards your jaw. You drop your arms back down to his shoulders, hips stuttering against his. The moan that rips through your body is almost animalistic in response.

You feel almost stupid off of his touch; you nod your head again rapidly, almost too worked up to get out your reply. 

“Me too.” You whine again. Sebastian peers up at you through his lashes as he suckles hungrily at the skin of your jawline. You keep babbling, struggling hard to form a coherent thought. “Almost thought… you didn’t like me…like that.” 

Sebastian all but growls before pulling back, bringing one of his hands up to catch your jaw. He brushes the pad of his thumb against your cheek softly, before pressing it taut against your lips. “Always have.” He huffs out, and he almost sounds angry when he says it. And he is; pissed that he’s deprived himself of you like this for so long. Glassy eyes and raged breathing, squirming desperately on top of him, itching to somehow get closer. He tugs at one of your arms hanging around his neck, grabbing onto your wrist as it falls and placing your hand on top of his clothed cock. He revels in the way you just about drool at the feeling of it jumping in your palm.

“How’s this feel? Feel like I like you, hmm?” And he’s looking at you in that way that makes it hard for you to think again. You whine, pathetic and low and the back of your throat as you begin to palm him through the fabric of his pants. Sebastian’s breathing picks up at the feeling, but it isn’t until you part your lips, bringing the tip of his thumb into your mouth to suck on that he truly loses his sense of self control.

“Fuck.” He breathes out, head slumping onto the back of the couch. You watch in awe as his lashes flutter wildly against his flushed cheeks, chest rising and falling rapidly as you work him through his sweats. “I- hah- think I like you too much. I’m not gonna fucking last.” 

You giggle around his finger before pulling back. Sebastian is able to open his eyes long enough to witness the string of spit form between your bottom lip and his thumb, and he almost cum’s right there at the sight. 

“S’okay,” you lean closer to him to whisper into his ear. “Jus’ wanna make you feel good.”

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hihi!! my name is luna n this is my first post on tumblr (to the tune of pinkpanthress' illegal) lol just a small Sebastian blurb that is actually part of a much larger, more explicit fic that was posted onto archive of our own called I Dreamed of You Amid the Flowers, so pls check out the entire thing there if you find yourself interested :3 I hope u enjoyed this little blurb regardless

[froggimoto-tatsuki]

Sebastian : You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Farmer : Anything? Then, I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Sebastian : Absolutely not.

[archived-burekforsatoru]

shush, frog boy

sebastian(stardew valley)/f!reader | read it on ao3 sebastian doesn't realise the impact his sleepwear has on his wife. he's soon going to find out wc: 2.9k tags: smut, married life, sebastian's slutty frog pjs, oral, piv s⋆x, creamp⋆e, no use of y/n 𓇼 ⋆.˚ masterlist < moved to the new blog

“you makin’ coffee?” a sleepy voice followed by a long yawn stilled your hand as you were pouring hot water from the kettle into a large mug. you turned to look at your sweet sleepy husband coming from the bedroom, but…

“darlin’ what are you…” you couldn’t finish the sentence, the words stuck in your throat like a hairball as your heartbeat quickened.

sebastian was wearing those damn pyjama bottoms and nothing else apart from the blue mermaid pendant sitting comfortably above his chest. u could’ve sworn he had a shirt on when you had crawled into bed at nearly two in the morning dead tired, you could’ve sworn he was dressed. oh boy.

“you’re wearing the frog pyjamas, baby?” you tried to sound nonchalant, but the attempt was doomed from the start. the waistband hung low on his hips and with the way he was leaning against the door frame there was no way you could make it out alive. his lean body was on full display, the little trail of hairs going from his belly button and disappearing into the waistband of those dark green pyjamas, the silly frog print almost making the scene comical if it weren’t for the delicious way they sat on his hip bones, just under the band of his boxers.

to be on the safe side, you put the coffee cup down, right next to his designated cup that you’d taken out just in case he woke up with the sound of the kettle going. and it was a good shout, for you would’ve dropped it once he sleepily chuckled at your distress.

“don’t tell me the frogs are doing it for you…” his voice was raspy, throat only just getting warmed up for the day, doing absolutely nothing to stop the heat spreading through your body, though not from the hot drink you had just poured.

it was getting a little harder to focus on the words flowing from his sleepy smirk, especially after yet another yawn, now with his arms stretching over his head and touching the top of the door frame.

“if i’d known this seduces you i’d—” he cut himself off, a little surprised to see you walking towards him with your shirt already halfway over your head. as soon as you dropped it on the floor, it was clear that your jeans were next. they were left in a pile on the floor, a little closer than the shirt.

his smirk turned into a grin, the same grin he always wore every time he saw you in nothing but underwear.

“damn, woman.” you cut him off as you yanked his arm, pulling him back into the bedroom from where he had emerged a mere minute ago.

“shush, frog boy.” sebastian laughed at the stupid nickname for him, but you couldn’t focus on that now, your body made it imperative that you get him out of his clothes immediately.

as he landed on his back on the still unmade bed with a light oof, you were already crawling on top of him like a hungry animal about to bite into the juiciest prey. his eyes never left you as you reached the spot under his ear, pressing airy kisses down his neck just to hear him breathe out.

“you’re draggin it o—”

“shush”

sebastian immediately dropped his complaint about taking your time, the shortness of your words and the blunt tone made it clear you weren't going to give up on the pace. slowly, you trailed those soft, barely-there kisses down to his collar bone following them with a little bite, just enough to make him gasp. the bite turned into two, then three, four, five reddening bruises forming a path down to his stomach. he was breathing heavier, his hands gripping the sheets under him when it was clear he wanted to grip something else. something that would make you moan against his warm skin.

there it was. the hip bone uncovered by the waistband of those silly pyjama bottoms. you sucked a bruise into the skin, feeling his hips buck ever so slightly as you grazed him with your teeth, playing with him. teasing him, he would say. but how is it teasing if you're going to give him exactly what he wants? emboldened by a soft moan that left your lips and scurried up his body into his ear, sebastian released the crumpled sheets and tangled his long, slender fingers into your hair, tugging on it just a little, letting you know he was getting impatient.

“mmmph, let me… let me do it my way” you begged. the kisses that littered his body were mixed with bruises in the shape of your loving mouth, nearing ever closer to the treasure you were about to uncover.

“fuck, p—” he moaned in despair as you slid your fingers under the waistband of his pyjamas and nothing else, “please for the love of yoba you’re torturing me, woman”

you licked a patch of his skin, covering his happy trail in a thin layer of saliva; playing with his patience was always your strong suit. while he squirmed under you, your brain was working overtime. uncaffeinated, unchecked by any sort of idea of time. you were taking your sweet time in worshipping his body, the body that was so often hidden under his comfortable hoodies, only unveiled to you within these four walls. now you had him spread out on the bed and in the palm of your hand — the hand that was dragging itself up his thighs and over his stomach, up all the way to his chest where you dug your fingers into the pale skin, decorating it with marks becoming more visible as you dragged your nails down.

what a tasty husband i have, you thought as you opened your mouth again, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses on top of his clothed cock, slobbering over it and wetting his boxers with your saliva. his body kept tensing and relaxing, his hips kept bucking up into your face, trying to insert himself into that teasing mouth.

“could just keep you here like this, y’know?” you murmured against his boxers, feeling him tensing as he realised you were being somewhat serious. you could keep him like this, undulating under you as you teased him.

but you wouldn’t be so cruel. with another few wet kisses seared into his body over the damn underwear, you found mercy in your heart, hooking your fingers under the offending fabric and slowly sliding it down his legs until he could use his feet to take over and get rid of it.

this time, your lips landed on his already leaking length.

it was as if a lightning struck both of you, the sudden change in pace made him buck his hips one last time before you pressed them down onto the bed, humming with your lips wrapped tightly around his tip, sucking on it gently, wetting it with built up saliva.

“fffffffuck i—” his tone was whiny, begging.

“mmmph—” you moaned with his precum on your tongue, detaching your lips from him only to push a strand of hair out of the way. “fuck you're making me want more.”

before you could get too impatient, you brought your mouth down on him again, sucking in your cheeks slightly, making his hands on your scalp tighten around the strands of your hair.

the noises filling the room were downright pornographic, the curses slipping past his light pink lips, the moans you were stringing onto his hard cock… it was both, an auditory heaven and nightmare. sebastian’s grip in yournhair kept tightening, completely in rhythm with your cheeks hollowing out on him. your eyes fluttered, wanting to stay open and see his lovely face contorted in pure pleasure, but the feeling of need making you close them.

“e-enough.” he found his voice just to make you stop. you promptly dettached your lips from his cock to protest, together with a string of saliva connecting them to his tip, but he grabbed for you, pulling you up to him so he could kiss you like you hadn’t kissed for months. the kiss was needy, hard, and hot, searing into your lips with how he pressed himself on you. it was almost insane how he could find enough will power to pull you off him just to kiss you like he was trying to eat the air out of your lungs.

and oh.

with one fluid movement he rolled you onto your back, reversing the roles and leaving you so stunned that your hands stopped tracing his back before you regained some sense of self and continued touching along up to his shoulder blades.

“you’ve done enough.” he whispered against your pouty lips before pressing one last kiss to them.

“n-no i—” as soon as you started talking, his lips were on your throat, promptly shutting you up as he interchanged between them and his teeth, grazing your skin downwards, bound for the edge of your bra.

“all ‘cause of some damn pyjamas…” he murmured the words against your breast, now pushing the material of the bra up to take the nipple into his mouth, vibrating it with slow humming.

your body is already arched into his, voice is already echoing in the room, a soft whine leaving your lips as he nips your skin.

“h-haah ‘s not my fault you look—”

“you got me them, woman, and you can’t control yourself around me with them?” he chuckled as his lips trailed your body, down to your stomach where he bit again, sucking a red bruise into your skin with his hands digging under your body and behind your back, blindly unbuckling the bra and sliding it off your body, sending it somewhere onto the floor.

“ca-ah can you blame me? you look sooo—" sebastian’s hand found its way to your lips and pushed two fingers between them, shutting up your excuse as you instinctively started sucking on them.

“there we go, enough excuses.” he sounded awfully sure of himself as he trailed his tongue across bruises he was leaving on your hips, only pulling his fingers from your mouth when he used that hand to swiftly take your panties off, making you shiver slightly with the air now hitting your wet center. his throat let out a little groan when he pushed your legs up and open, pressing down on your thighs to keep them spread open for him.

“yoba, look at her… pretty and wet f’ me, hm?”

you could almost laugh at how he clearly tried to tease you like you did to him, but it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t dive right in, tongue flattened against your clit, moving in fluid motions that he knew made you immediately squirm. wasting no time, you grabbed a hold of his hair with both hands, trying so hard to hold on, to stop yourself from closing your thighs and suffocating him as he feasted.

it was a mistake to look down at his long fingers holding your thigh, all it did was make you moan louder. the thought of him, your husband, holding you like that, of you belonging to each other in that way, set a fire in your abdomen, the ever so familiar heat spread through your body and made your hips roll upwards, into his smirking mouth that just kept moving, either unaware of your efforts or aware and amused. his licks kept going, from your clit to your entrance, there and back. there and back. again. again, swirling, pressing, biting.

“r-right there” you managed to squeeze out in between whiny moans.

and he listened. he kept his movements contained within your favorite spots, slowly sneaking his fingers towards your cunt, gently pushing two digits inside, making you lift your hips up, causing your thighs to start shaking, your hands to grip his fringe a little tighter, in turn eliciting a deep moan from his lips directly onto your clit. and the cycle started again. his fingers slid a little deeper, twisting, curling inside you, touching along the warm spots that make you lift your hips higher, shaking and quivering under him as your face scrunches in pleasure, moans sounding higher in pitch.

“hnnng s— ah i’m… please don’t stop” you were already whining before then, but your skin felt the shape of his lips, opening a little more each time he licks down, curling into a self-assured smirk when he saw how he turned you into a mess.

a little sucking noise reached your ears, his lips were tightly pressed against your clit as he sucked on it while curling his fingers and repeatedly stroking your sweet spot. you could hardly take it. your eyes flew open and rolled back. you were shaking. lifting your hips up. breathing heavily. shivers were going up your body and through your face, the only thing that could sort them out was — oh.

“go on,” gulp, “i got you” sebastian’s voice chased you over the edge you’d been teetering on for a few dragged out seconds, paired with a press of his fingers against that sweet spot and the vibration of his words against your soaked pussy. you cried out for dear life, hips completely off the bed, pressing you closer to his chin while he lapped up all that you had to give. colors burst behind your eyes, all you could hear in that moment was your own ragged breathing.

“always taste so good.” he was smacking his lips, licking off his fingers, wiping his chin, and licking the hand off — yoba save me.

suddenly he was hovering over you, pressing his wet lips against yours and gliding his tongue into your mouth. tasting yourself on him, you wrapped your gummy arms around his neck, finding stability after being dissolved in pleasure. sebastian wasn’t done yet, no. he shuffled you over, rolling you onto your stomach and taking your hips, pulling them up so you had to press your knees deeper into the mattress. there was a gentle sound as your ass met his hips, a skin-meeting-skin noise followed by immediate rubbing of his erection against your cheeks before he held it in his hands, gently swiping it against your wetness. with a soft moan from him and a gasp from you, sebastian pushed inside again.

snug. warm. it was like coming home.

slowly moving to get you used to it, his hip bones collided with your plush skin. your face was all but buried into the crumpled sheets as his cock got sucked into you.

“a-ahh f-faster… you can—” you didn’t even have to finish the sentence for him to bring a hand down on your ass cheek and speed up, making your whole body bounce back and forth, slapping against him in a familiar rhythm, occasionally smacking or kneading your ass and murmuring praise as he held a hand on your lower back, pressing against it to steady you both.

the wave of heat covered your entire body as you heard sebastian grunting quietly behind you, it was getting harder to keep your wits about you, his hips kept stuttering against yours. with your cheek pressed against the bed, you whimpered and cursed, getting painfully close to finishing. thank the heavens, you had an attentive husband whose hand snuck around your hips to gently slot a couple of fingers between those soft folds and rub your clit, tight circles making your hips buck against his, so damn close you could taste it.

“you-fuck you okay?” it was his usual question when you get extra vocal, both comforting and teasing at the same time. you hummed in a high pitch affirmatively, unable to verbally answer, the only words on your mind being please, please, so close.

the image of you pressed together like this, of him smacking your ass, making it jiggle and smirking at the effect, swirled in your mind, and with a few more sharp smacks you shivered, thighs trying to close and alleviate the pressure between them. cursing, his pace stuttered a little from being squeezed by your walls, almost like they were squeezing the life out of him. the hand that was pressing against your lower back moved to your hip, squeezing as he brought you against his hips harder, faster, rougher until…

groan.

“fuuuuck”

heavy breathing. he came with a ragged shout.

you could feel warmth spreading in your abdomen, as well as the warmth of his body suddenly draped over your back.

“darlin’...” you murmured against the sheet as his lips found your shoulder, pressing soft kisses and bites on it, humming in question at you while lazily trailing his hands on your sides.

“nothin’... i just love you.”

sebastian slowly pulled out of you and dropped on the bed to pull you into his arms. as always, you could feel the mermaid pendant press against your temple when you leaned on his chest, but it was just another physical reminder of your connection.

“i love you too, weirdo.” he chuckled as you nuzzled closer into his chest before he kissed the top of your head.

“how am i a weirdo?” you sounded almost offended, though you knew he used the phrase only affectionately.

“getting turned on by damn frog pyjamas.”

ah. well, he had a point there.

“yeah well you looked alright in them.” your mouth curled into an amused smirk against his warm skin, against one of many bruises you sucked into his chest this morning.

“alright,” he scoffed, “guess i have to wear them every night now.”

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Don't Make a Sound

A late night run through the woods ends on a narrow window ledge, shattering the quiet of a dead silent valley night. The moment Sam pulls you into his room, his usual golden boy charm completely snaps, replaced by a ruthless predatory dominance fueled by pure adrenaline and the thrill of absolute risk. Trapped beneath his heavy body with his mother standing just inches away on the other side of a thin bedroom door, you are forced into agonizingly deep thrusts and bleeding lips, muffled, pinned and completely stripped of control. He completely breaks you down over and over and over... But you still ask for more.

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Tags: Sm*t, Risk of Getting Caught, Rough s*x, multiple orgasms, Oral s*x, Dom/Top Sam, Sub Reader, Jodi's Interference, Orgasm Edging, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, praising, degrading, dirty talk, Rough Kissing, unprotected s*x, aftercare

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The valley night was dead silent, the kind of heavy isolated quiet that only ever settled over Pelican Town after the saloon closed up and the last of the streetlamps flickered out.

Inside Sam’s bedroom, the only illumination came from the warm amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long warped shadows across the cluttered space.

Sam sat cross legged on the center of his mattress, his guitar balanced heavily on his lap, a pencil shoved behind his ear and the bedspread around him was completely buried under a chaotic sea of loose notebook papers, half finished chords and crossed out lyrics.

He scratched at his chin, his blue eyes scanning a line he had written three times already, trying to find the exact words to fit the melody humming in his head. It was a song for you, a track he had been agonizing over for days, trying to capture the exact feeling of having the stubborn valley farmer completely anchored to his heart.

A sharp frantic "tap… tap… tap" shattered the quiet.

Sam flinched, his hand instantly clamping down over the guitar strings to kill the sudden loud hum of the instrument, his eyes darting toward the dark glass of his bedroom window.

For a second he just stared, wondering if a stray branch had caught the pane in the breeze then it came again faster this time, a deliberate impatient rapping that made the glass rattle in its old wooden frame.

A heavy sigh rolled out of his chest, he shook his head, a lopsided knowing grin touching his lips as he carefully slid the guitar off his lap and set it face up on the floor.

"Sebastian," he thought, already preparing a lecture about how late it was and how easily his mom wokes up. His best friend had a habit of taking late night walks to clear his head and more than once, he would use Sam’s window as a pitstop to complain about his family.

Sam swung his legs over the side of the bed, his socks muffling his footsteps against the floorboards as he moved toward the window.

"Dude, it's literally midnight, my mom is going to kill-" he muttered under his breath, unlocked the latch and cracked the heavy pane open.

The words died instantly in his throat, it wasn't Sebastian.

You were standing out there on the narrow ledge, the cool crisp spring air blowing a few stray strands of hair across your face. Your cheeks were dark pink, flushing a deep burning crimson from a hard run down the forest path. Your breath was coming in short ragged pants that misted slightly in the chilly night and your shoulders were hitched high, shivering violently under your jacket.

Sam’s jaw dropped, his blue eyes blowing wide open in absolute unadulterated shock. For a full two seconds his brain completely short circuited, unable to process how the girl he had just been writing a love song about was suddenly shivering on his window sill in the middle of the night.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He whispered loudly, his voice a frantic gravelly hiss of pure panic and disbelief.

Before you could even try to answer, his instincts kicked in. Sam leaned out, his large calloused hands instantly locking around your waist, with a single effortless heave of his broad shoulders, he hoisted your weight off the ledge, pulling you cleanly through the open frame and into the warm sanctuary of his bedroom.

He let your boots hit the floorboards with a soft muted thud, his hands never leaving your hips as he quickly reached past you with one arm to slam the window shut and lock it tight, cutting off the cold valley wind.

You staggered slightly against his chest, your hands automatically flying up to grip the fabric of his soft white shirt for balance. You were still panting, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm right against his ribs.

"I missed you," you breathed out, your voice small, trembling slightly from the cold and the sheer recklessness of what you had just done. You looked up at him, your eyes wide and honest. "You weren't answering your phone, I called you five times."

Sam blinked, his hands sliding from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer to his heat.

“My phone?" He repeated, a little dazed, he glanced over his shoulder toward his desk where a corner of black glass was just barely visible beneath a massive pile of discarded song sheets and crumpled papers. It was completely buried, set to silent so he could focus on his music. "Oh shit baby I'm so sorry, I didn't even hear it."

"You're a fuckin idiot," you whispered, your fingers tightening in his shirt, pulling yourself up on your toes. "Just kiss me… I missed you."

Sam didn't need to be told twice, the sheer relief of having you here completely fried whatever caution he had left. He groaned, a low gravelly sound in the back of his throat and slammed his mouth down against yours.

You let out a soft needy whimper, tilting your head back and parting your lips to deepen the contact, forcing your tongue into his mouth with a sudden starving desperation.

Sam’s restraint snapped, his hands locked near the roots of your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands to anchor your head perfectly still as he devoured you.

The kiss turned heavy, wet and utterly sloppy in a matter of seconds, both of you moving too fast, driven by a raw mutual hunger that had been building all week.

Strings of saliva broke between your lips as Sam dragged his mouth away for a fraction of a second, just to catch a ragged breath, only to plunge back in, his tongue sweeping deep, drinking in your taste as if he had been starving for it.

Sam’s hands were still knotted tight in your hair, his mouth grinding hard against yours when he suddenly went completely rigid.

He didn't pull away, he just stopped moving, his chest heaving flat against yours as the heavy sound of his breathing filled the space between your faces. He dragged his mouth back just a fraction of an inch, his lips still brushing yours every time he spoke.

"Shit," he muttered, his voice a low gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against your teeth and inside your open mouth, his eyes darted toward the bedroom door, his entire body tense as iron. "Listen, my mom is literally right outside in the living room watching TV or something, we can't do this right now."

Instead of backing off, you curled your fingers into the collar of his shirt, using every bit of your strength to yank him closer until your hips crashed flush against his, you could feel the hard thick ridge of his erection pressing straight into your stomach through his pants and the sensation made your knees go weak.

"But baby… please," you whispered, your voice breaking as you leaned up to press a desperate wet kiss right under his jaw. You dragged your lips up to his ear, your breath hot against his skin. "It's that time of the month... please Sam."

"Wait what?" He stammered, his voice cracking completely as he looked down at your face, he gripped your waist so hard his fingers dug into your skin. "Are you... are you serious? Do you actually want a baby?"

"No," you whispered quickly, shaking your head against his chest. "Nah ahh I don't."

Sam swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he tried to find his words, his brain completely scrambling under the pressure.

“But… I don't have anything," he muttered, his voice dropping into a rough, panicked whisper. "I don't have any condoms in my room baby, I'm completely out, we can't."

"I have a Plan B at home," you interrupted, your voice breathless but steady as you stared straight into his dark eyes. "I have it at the farmhouse, it's fine."

That was the exact moment Sam's restraint completely snapped.

"Fuck it," he growled, his jaw tightened as a dark possessive look took over his face.

Hearing you say it, hearing the raw dirty permission to just take you right there on his bed without anything between both of you completely fried his nervous system. Any lingering fear of his mother walking down the hall, any thought of being quiet or careful vanished into thin air.

He slammed his mouth down on yours, devouring your lips with a brutal sloppy intensity that cut off any chance you had to scream, his tongue forcing its way deep into your mouth, claiming you before he even touched your clothes.

His lower body kept moving to drive you backward toward the mattress, your boots dragged against the floor until the back of your knees hit the frame of his bed.

Sam didn't hesitate, he leaned his full weight into you, tilting you over until you collapsed flat onto your back on the unmade blankets. The loose song sheets and notebook papers scattered across the bed crumpled loudly beneath your weight, tearing and scattering onto the floorboards.

Sam didn't give a fuck, he followed you down instantly, pinning you into the mattress as he kept his mouth locked onto yours.

The papers were still crunching loudly beneath your back when the floorboards in the hallway groaned.

Sam froze instantly, his mouth still glued to yours, his body turning into a solid block of muscle over yours. His heart was hammering so hard you could feel the heavy erratic thud of it slamming right against your own chest.

Then came the sound, the slow distinct thud of footsteps tracking down the short hallway right toward his bedroom door.

"Knock... Knock."

You let out a sharp panicked gasp but before a single bit of sound could escape your throat, Sam’s reflexes snapped.

He slapped his palm completely over your mouth, trapping the noise inside your throat, his thumb pressing hard against your cheekbone to anchor you down.

"Sam?" Jodi’s voice carried clearly through the thin bedroom door. She sounded close, like she was leaning her ear right up against the wood. "Are you still up honey? I heard some noise. Do you want a late snack before I turn off the kitchen lights?"

You stared up at Sam, your eyes wide and dilated with absolute terror, your heart thrifting wildly in your chest.

Instead of pulling back or trying to hide you, the sheer risk of the moment seemed to trigger something dark and predatory in Sam. While his left hand kept your mouth completely muffled, his right hand began to slide slowly downward.

He didn't take his eyes off of yours as he dragged his palm down your bare stomach until his fingers hooked into the waistband of your jeans and underwear. He yanked them down past your hips just enough, his large calloused hand sneaking beneath the fabric.

You let out a muffled moan into his palm when his thick fingers made direct contact with your bare folds. You were already soaking wet, completely dripping for him from the weight of his body on yours.

Sam didn't hesitate, he instantly started to rub, his index and middle fingers sliding heavily up and down your lips, deliberately spreading your wetness across your clit.

"Sam?" Jodi called out again, her tone shifting to slight confusion when he didn't answer. "Sam are you awake?"

Sam shifted his weight, his thumb digging deep into the soft sensitive skin of your inner thigh, leaving a stark white indentation as he forcibly pried your legs wider apart on the mattress to give his hand a better angle.

"Yeah… yeah Mom," Sam called out. "I'm... fuck-"

He cut himself off, trying to regain control as his brain completely fried from the sensation of your wetness dripping over his knuckles. He forced a loud fake yawn out of his throat, trying to sound sleepy.

"Sorry... I'm just tired, I was just practicing some new lyrics I wrote. Don't come in, I'm already under the covers."

"Ohh okay," Jodi said, but she didn't leave, you could hear her shifting her weight outside the door. "You've been working so hard on that music honey, are you sure you don't want leftovers from dinner? You barely ate anything tonight."

She was staying too long, the tension in the room snapped into something borderline agonizing.

Slowly and deliberately he moved his left hand away from your mouth, before you could even think about screaming or breathing he grabbed both of your wrists in his large grip and pinned them flat above your head against the pillows, locking them down with brute strength so you couldn't cover your face or pull away.

"No Mom, I'm good," Sam said out loud to the door, his voice strained and dropping into a rough deeper register.

To make it worse, he intentionally prolonged the conversation, challenging you to stay silent while he kept his mom talking.

"Hey Mom?" He called out, his voice a practiced sleepy drawl, even as his fingers rubbed your burning core. "Did you... did you leave the porch light on for Vincent? Or is he already in bed?"

"He's been asleep for an hour honey," Jodi replied through the wood, her footsteps shuffling a bit closer. "Why do you ask? And don't stay up thinking about chords all night, you need your sleep."

"Just... just wondering," Sam panted quietly, his chest heaving as he kept his gaze locked onto your dazed terrified eyes.

He leaned in incredibly close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he began to whisper, his voice a dark mocking purr that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine.

"Look at you," he hissed under his breath, his eyes fixed on your blown out pupils. "Look how pathetic you are right now, trembling like a little doll. You're a needy little thing aren't you? Completely helpless while my mom is standing right out there."

His right hand got completely ruthless beneath your clothes. He pressed the flat of his thumb directly onto your clit, circling it with a heavy crushing pressure that made your hips instantly buck off the bed.

You let out a sharp high pitched whimper, but you had to swallow it, choking on your own breath as your fingers clawed uselessly at the sheets above your head.

"Shhh stay quiet you fuckin slut," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot and teasing against your skin. "Don't make a sound, unless you want her to walk right in and see exactly what we're doing.”

He loved the thrill of it, the absolute danger of almost getting caught turning his blood to fire.

He pushed two thick fingers deep inside your tight slick canal, his fingers bottoming out inside you while his thumb relentlessly battered your clit, keeping a steady punishing rhythm.

Completely lost to the intense friction, your instincts took over. Your mind went entirely blank under the onslaught of pleasure and your hips began to move on their own, slowly and desperately grinding up against his fingers, seeking the blunt pressure of his hand.

You struggled violently to muffle your moans, biting your own lip until it bled. Every time you tried to hold back a cry, your internal walls clamped down like a vice on his hand.

"Okay Mom, I'll... I'll make sure to get some rest," Sam called out blindly toward the door. He leaned back into your ear, his voice a dark corrupted whisper.

"Look at you, grinding on your boyfriend's hand while my mom is right there. You're so fuckin ruined baby, such a bad needy girl.”

"Well alright," Jodi's voice mumbled through the wood. "But make sure you turn off the desk lamp before you drop off."

"I won't... I'm turning it off now," Sam choked out, his voice cutting off again as his fingers dragged against the textured rippling ridges of your internal walls on a hard pull out, dragging your body slightly forward with him.

He was torturing you, he could feel your internal walls starting to tremble, a deep full body shudder rolling through your thighs as a massive climax began to rush to the surface.

You stared at him, your eyes pleading, begging him with your gaze to let you break, to let you cum, but he just stared back at you with a dark possessive smirk, his thumb grinding even harder into your wet core.

"Goodnight sweetie," Jodi finally said, her footsteps finally starting to shuffle away from the door, moving slowly back down the hallway.

The second the footsteps faded past the kitchen, Sam knew you were right on the edge of orgasming. Your hips were twitching uncontrollably against his hand, your throat letting out tiny broken whimpers that you couldn't hold back anymore.

Right before the climax could fully take you, Sam suddenly pulled his hand completely out of your clothes, pulling his fingers back.

The sudden shock of the cool bedroom air hitting your exposed soaking wet folds made you violently flinch and let out a breathless sob. You arched your back, completely stranded on the edge of a massive unfulfilled orgasm, your body shivering from the abrupt loss of friction.

Sam didn't give you a single second to recover, he released your wrists, his large hands immediately grabbing your waist to drag your hips flush against his, his face dripping with a heavy blind sweat as he looked down at your dazed desperate face.

"Now," he growled, his voice a raw animalistic whisper against your lips. "Where the fuck were we?"

He slammed his mouth back down onto yours, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth to finish what he started, his hands already tearing frantically at your clothes.

"You're a fuckin jerk," you whispered on his lips, your chest heaving violently, your body was practically vibrating from the sudden agonizing loss of his fingers. "I was so close Sam... I was right there."

Sam didn't look remotely sorry, he caught your bottom lip in a sharp punishing bite before sealing his mouth over yours again in a rough wet kiss that cut off your breathing.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were slick with your spit and a dark ruthless grin twisted his mouth.

"Stop whining like a bitch," he muttered, his voice a deep gravelly rasp that sent a hard shiver straight to your core. "I haven't even started yet."

Before you could yell at him, his movement turned fast and aggressive, he grabbed both of your wrists again in one of his large hands, his fingers wrapping around your bones like a pair of iron cuffs.

You instinctively tried to pull down, wanting to use your hands to muffle the sounds you were already making but he anchored you down with total effortless dominance.

"Sam please," you whimpered, your hips giving a helpless needy twitch against his thigh. "Stop being mean... I wanna take my clothes off."

"Oh you want them off?" Sam teased, his eyes darkening as he looked down at your flushed sweat slicked skin. "Then you're gonna have to lie there and let me do it. Don't move a single inch."

What followed was pure torture, Sam used his single free hand to slowly strip you of your clothes. He started with your shirt, his thick fingers dragging against the bare skin of your ribs.

He deliberately kept his movements painfully slow, he would pull the fabric up a few inches, stop to torment you by tracing the sensitive underside of your breasts and then pull it a little further, ignoring your breathless cries of frustration.

"You're so impatient," he murmured, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he used his teeth to help tug the fabric over your head. "Look at you, squirming under me like a little addict. You want my hands on you so bad don't you?"

"Yes! Please Sam, just hurry," you sobbed into the quiet room, your heels digging into the mattress as you tried to rub your aching core against his denim clad thigh. The friction was driving you entirely insane, your body completely primed and overstimulated from his fingers earlier.

"No… we're going at my pace," he commanded flatly.

He slid down to the waistband of your shorts, he unbuttoned them with an agonizingly slow click, his knuckles deliberately brushing against the hypersensitive skin of your lower stomach.

You let out a high pitched whimper, your internal muscles clenching in empty desperate spasms as you tried to lift your hips to help him slide the fabric down.

The moment you tried to assist, Sam stopped completely, he held his hand perfectly still against your hip, his thumb digging just enough into your skin to leave a faint white print.

"Did I tell you to move?" He whispered into your ear, his breath hot and mocking. "I told you to lie still. Every time you move, I stop. Be a good obedient slut and stay perfectly still for your man."

Tears of pure frustration and intoxicating submission leaked from the corners of your eyes as you forced your body to go completely limp, your chest heaving as you whined against his shoulder, completely stripped of your control.

He slowly and deliberately hooked his fingers into the fabric, dragging your shorts and underwear down your trembling thighs in one heavy friction filled motion, leaving your lower body completely bare and dripping in the amber light of the desk lamp.

But he didn't give you the relief you were starving for. He sat back on his knees for a second, his dark blue eyes tracking slowly down your exposed body, his gaze was heavy, dirty and completely devoid of his usual sweet demeanor.

"Look at you," Sam rasped, his gaze dropping between your legs, his eyes pitch black with possessive hunger as he took in the sight of your wet ruined cunt. "You're literally dripping and I haven't even touched you yet… you're a filthy little whore yeah? Coming into my house in the middle of the night, begging for it while my mom is awake."

"Sam please... touch me… I'm begging you," you cried out, your head tossing from side to side against the pillows as you tried to close the agonizing gap between his hand and your skin. "It hurts... it’s too much..."

"Tell me what you are," he challenged, his thumb lightly brushing against the very tip of your clit, just a ghost of a touch, a tease that made your entire spine jolt with electrical agony. "Tell me how desperate you are for your boyfriend's hands."

"I'm… I'm a desperate little slut for you," you sobbed, completely broken under his total dominance. "I'm your slut Sam... please… use me…”

"You'll wait until I want to," he growled as he slid his large frame down the length of your body until his face reached your lower stomach.

You let out a shaky gasp at the rough friction, your lower abdomen tensing up instantly.

He pushed your knees further apart, wedging his shoulders tightly between your legs to force them wide. He stared straight up at your face from between your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you open.

"You like being treated like that," Sam murmured, his breath hot against your soaking wet folds. "You’re just a needy little slut for my mouth aren't you?"

You didn't even have the breath to deny it, you squeezed your eyes shut, lifting your shoulder to try and bury your mouth against your own arm to muffle the desperate moan tearing out of your throat.

"Look down at me," Sam commanded sharply, digging his thumbs hard into your hip bones.

You forced your eyes open, looking down through the dim amber glow of the desk lamp just as his mouth hit your wetness. You let out a loud strangled cry, the sound instantly catching in your throat as you tried to stay quiet for Jodi.

Sam didn't start slow, driven by the raw adrenaline of the risk, his tongue hit your sensitized lips with heavy rhythmic lapping strokes, swiping brutally from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your swollen clit.

The tight space between your thighs made your slick overflow immediately, every hard upward stroke of his tongue created a heavy wet sound that felt incredibly loud in the quiet room. You twisted your wrists frantically against his iron grip, your knuckles white as you tried to pull your hands free to cover your mouth, but he didn't budge an inch.

"Shhh don't fight me," Sam panted against your skin, his voice thick and fried from the taste of you. "Keep your thighs wide open, if you close them I'm going to stop."

The threat was terrifying, you forced your legs to stay wide, your hips automatically bucking up against his mouth in a desperate search for more friction.

You let out a string of muffled frantic whimpers, biting down on your own lip until it tasted like copper, your entire body trembling under the onslaught of his tongue.

Sam was completely ruthless, he locked his lips directly around your clit, sucking it hard into his mouth while his tongue kept up a punishing fast rhythm that drove you straight off the deep end.

"You're dripping all over my chin," he muttered against your wet flesh, his words raw repetitive nonsense as he felt your internal muscles start to twitch. "You're so wet baby... so fuckin wet."

A massive unstoppable climax rushed to the surface so fast. Your chest heaved, your toes curling and locking tightly as your back lifted completely off the bed, sobbing silently as the sheer overstimulation turned into an agonizing beautiful pressure.

Sam didn't ease up to let you breathe, he sucked harder, his tongue flickering with brutal precision until your walls violently snapped.

You broke, a hard shaking orgasm slammed through your lower body, making your thighs twitch uncontrollably. Your internal muscles clenched like a vice, pulsing in deep heavy waves as you spilled a fresh hot rush of cum right into his mouth.

Sam stayed buried right there, swallowing your release and drinking you in while your body shivered and broke entirely beneath him.

The moment the heaviest waves of your release began to taper off, his tongue lashed right back out, circling your raw hypersensitive clit with a heavy wet pressure.

You violently flinched, a sharp sob tearing out of your throat. You were so sensitive and overstimulated that the touch felt borderline painful, sending a jolt of pure electrical agony straight down your spine.

With your wrists finally free from his grip, you desperately shoved your palms against his broad shoulders, trying to push his heavy frame away from your lap.

"Sam… stop… stop please," you cried out in a breathless frantic whisper, your fingers clawing uselessly at his shirt. "It hurts… it’s too much!... please…"

With a brutal surge of leverage, he didn't let you push him, he yanked your hips entirely off the mattress, dragging your lower body flush against his face and anchoring you down so hard you couldn't even twitch.

"Who the fuck said you could touch me?" Sam snapped, lifting his face just enough to glare up at you. His chin and lips were completely drenched, glistening with your wetness under the amber desk lamp. "Did I tell you that you were done? No… so keep your fuckin hands off my shoulders."

"Sam please… I'm too sensitive," you sobbed, covering your own mouth with your trembling hands to muffle your voice, your chest heaving.

"Shut up," he commanded, his voice a flat dominant rumble that brooked zero argument. "You came all the way out here to my house, sneaked through my fuckin window and told me you wanted it bad… now you’re gonna lay there like a good little slut and take exactly what I give you, you don't get to say no."

You stared down at him, your pupils dilated in pure panic and intoxicating submission as his words degraded you, completely stripping away your control.

Sam didn't waste another second, he doubled down with total ruthless precision. He shifted his weight, burying his face right back into your soaking wet folds.

He didn't just use his tongue this time, he took his hand and slammed two fingers deep inside your tight slick canal, bottoming out against your internal walls in one heavy stroke.

You let out a muffled choked scream into your palms, your hips instantly trying to buck off the bed to escape the sheer agonizing intensity of it.

Sam used his elbows to keep you in place while his thumb locked onto your raw clit, grinding it against your bone with crushing force.

"You're shaking so fuckin much," Sam muttered against your wet skin, his voice thick from the pleasure of torturing you. "You're enjoying this as much as I do aren't you?"

You knew he was entirely right, you were enjoying it more than you could ever put into words. There was an intoxicating dark comfort in the way Sam completely stripped away your control, pushing you far past your limits until you were nothing but raw nerves and desperation.

"Y-Yeah... mmmph..." you choked out, your head tossing violently against the damp pillow as his thumb ground relentlessly against your clit. "I... ahhh!~... I love it Sam... nghhh~... love when you... push me…”

"Yeah I know," Sam panted, he felt your internal muscles start to violently twitch around his fingers. "You're so tight, so fuckin tight it's crushing my fingers. You wanna cum again so bad don't you? Tell me, tell me you're a needy little whore."

"I am… I am Sam… ahhh~... please!" You whimpered, your fingers biting into your own cheeks as you held your hands over your mouth, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. "Make… make me cum please… I can't take it!"

"Then fuckin do it," he growled. “Stop whining and cum for me baby.”

He drove his tongue relentlessly against your clit while his fingers fast paced their rhythm inside you, dragging hard against the textured ridges of your internal walls.

The combination was brutal, your feet locked up so tightly that your toes cramped, your free hand blindly clawed at the unmade sheets, ripping and bunching the fabric in a desperate attempt to find an anchor.

You couldn't hold it back anymore, your internal walls clenched like a vice around his sliding fingers, tightening so hard it nearly cut off his movement.

A second more violent climax slammed into your lower body, you let out a high pitched broken whimper that escaped past your hand, your entire body convulsing in deep heavy spasms that lasted for what felt like miles

Sam kept pumping his fingers inside you, forcing you to ride out every single agonizing wave of the orgasm until you were completely broken, gasping and utterly spent.

"Good girl," Sam praised relentlessly, his voice a deep gravelly purr as he watched your lower body break apart. "Look at all that, you made such a beautiful filthy mess for me baby… so fuckin sweet."

He stayed buried between your trembling thighs for a long heavy moment, using his tongue to slowly swipe and clean you up, lapping up the thick trail of your release from your skin until he had tasted every drop.

The slow wet friction of his tongue against your raw flesh made your hips give one last weak twitch.

Finally he slid his body back up the mattress, pinning you beneath him once more. He leaned down and captured your mouth in a deep bruising kiss, his tongue slid heavily into your mouth, deliberately making you taste yourself on his tongue.

The salty sweet taste of your own overstimulated body filled your throat. You groaned against his mouth, your hands weakly wrapping around his neck as he drank you in, the sheer dominance of it making your head spin.

"Taste how wet you were for me baby?" Sam whispered against your lips, his thumb reaching down to trace your swollen bottom lip. "You taste absolutely incredible, you're my perfect girl aren't you?"

You couldn't answer him, you desperately nodded your head against the pillow. Your brain was still half fried from the consecutive orgasms but looking down at the heavy thick ridge of his erection, straining violently against his unbuttoned jeans made a sudden wave of desperation hit you.

"C-Can I… please…." You whispered, your voice a breathless needy plea as you tugged weakly on the waistband of his jeans. “Can I… help… help you with that?"

Sam let out a low rough chuckle, a wicked lopsided grin flashing across his handsome face.

"Damn baby, you really are an impatient little addict aren't you?" He muttered, leaning down to press a hard kiss to your cheek. He rolled over onto his back, propping himself up against the pillows and spreading his legs wide to give you full access. "Get to work then, let's see how good you can treat your boyfriend."

You scrambled up on your knees, your thighs shaking from the previous climaxes as you crawled between his legs. Your fingers were trembling as you gripped the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to fully release his thick throbbing shaft.

He popped out, hot and heavy, a slick bead of pre cum already glistening at the very tip in the amber light of the desk lamp.

You leaned down, your heart hammering against your ribs and wrapped your lips tightly around the smooth swollen tip of his cock.

Sam let out a sharp guttural growl that vibrated heavily through his broad chest, his hands instantly clenching into the mattress blankets on either side of his hips.

"Take the whole head," he commanded, his voice dropping into a rough dominant rumble as he watched you down between his thighs. "Swallow it down love, show me how much you love my cock."

You took a deep breath and slid your mouth further down his length. You let out a muffled whimper against his skin, your eyes automatically watering from the depth but you kept going, looking straight up at him through your eyelashes.

"Good girl," Sam panted, his fingers flexing against the bedsheets. "Just like that, look up at me while you choke on it, let me see those eyes watering for me."

The sight of him looking down at you with such raw possessive hunger made a surge of heat rush straight to your core. You wrapped one hand around his base, stroking him hard while your mouth kept a tight sucking rhythm. You used your tongue, swirling it heavily right around the sensitive tip just the way he liked.

"Fuck you’re so good for me," Sam groaned out, his head tossing back against the headboard for a split second before his gaze snapped right back down to you. "Use your tongue baby, swirl it right around the tip... fuck yeah… right there."

You pulled back just enough to breathe, your lips slick with his pre cum before you sucked him deeper, your throat adapting to his size, letting out tiny needy whimpers that were swallowed by his shaft.

"You love having my cum down your throat don't you?" He taunted, his hand suddenly reaching down to tangle his fingers tightly into your hair near the roots. He didn't pull hard enough to hurt, but he used his iron grip to hold your head perfectly still, forcing you down until his tip was buried deep in your throat. "Look at you, totally ruined for me."

You couldn't answer, your throat locked around him as he began to gently roll his hips up into your mouth dictating the pace.

Your eyes watered heavily, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks, but you didn't fight him. You collapsed completely into his dominance, letting him take whatever he wanted from your mouth.

“Fuck, you're so good... such a good little slut for me..." he whispered, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the mattress fabric in a desperate attempt to find an anchor against the pleasure as his brain fried from the pure blistering heat of your mouth.

Suddenly, his grip on your hair tightened and he firmly pulled your head back, forcing his cock out of your mouth so you could draw a ragged breath.

You gasped for the cool air, your lips glistening and raw, but instead of moving away, you leaned forward and ran your wet tongue all the way up his shaft, licking the smooth head with a heavy deliberate stroke.

Sam let out a loud strangled groan, his hips bucking off the mattress. "Fuck… stop… don't do that," he choked out, his voice cracking completely from the sudden spike of heat.

"But I want to do that," you whispered back, your voice entirely submissive but thick with desire as you stared into his blown out eyes. "Don't pull out when you cum… I wanna swallow every single drop."

"I'm getting close," Sam warned, his voice a gravelly authoritative hiss as his hand retightened in your hair, guiding you right back down onto him. "Don't you dare stop now love… will you swallow it all for me?"

"Yes Sam… please," you whimpered against his skin right before your mouth sealed over him again.

You sucked him with a frantic aggressive pace, your hand pumping his base while your mouth created a heavy wet suction that drove him straight to the edge. Your nails lightly scratched long pale lines up his inner thighs, the sharp contrast of your touch making his muscles twitch violently.

Sam was completely losing control, his hips were rolling into your mouth with a heavy desperate rhythm, his chest slick with a blind sweat.

"Fuck!... I'm cumming," he panted, his voice a gravelly broken mess, his fingers tightening in your hair to hold your head completely locked against his lap. "Don't move!… Don't you dare move baby."

With a sudden violent spasm of his hips, Sam arched off the mattress and shot his first thick burning charge right down your throat.

You let out a muffled gasp against his shaft, your eyes watering instantly as the heavy heat of him hit the back of your mouth but you kept your promise, you stayed completely still swallowing hard, your throat working rhythmically to take every single bit of him.

Sam growled out loud, his knuckles turning stark white as he gripped your hair, driving his hips up into your mouth two more times as he pulsed violently against your tongue, pouring his release over your lips and down your throat.

"Good girl," he choked out, his chest heaving as the tension finally began to drain from his muscular frame. He looked down at you, his eyes still dark and blown out as he watched your throat swallow down the last of his load. "Look at you, you took every single drop like a good little slut didn't you?"

You slowly pulled back off his length, your lips glistening and a thin line of white fluids dripping down your chin.

He reached down, using his thumb to gently swipe the excess cum from your chin, his touch entirely warm and loving. He didn't let you stay on your knees for long, he gripped your waist and hoisted you up onto the center of the bed, dragging your body flat onto your back beneath him.

Sam followed you down instantly, his muscular frame hovering over yours as he began devouring your face with wet frantic kisses. He trailed his mouth down the sensitive cord of your neck, forcing an involuntary gentle giggle out of your mouth as he nipped sharply at your shoulder before soothing the bite with a wet lick.

You wrapped your legs around his waist out of pure instinct, your hips instinctively tilting up to find the blistering heat of his erection.

Sam caught your knees, firmly pulling your legs wide apart and pinning them down against the mattress, leaving your entire lower body completely bare and exposed to the cool room air.

"Aren't you embarrassed?" Sam murmured, his voice a deep gravelly rasp that vibrated right against your ear. "Look at your cunt, it's literally dripping down your thighs and on my bed and you haven't even touched my cock yet."

"I know... I'm sorry Sam… please," you whimpered, your face burning a dark suffocating pink as you tried to tilt your hips closer to his heat. "I'm so wet for you… it feels so hot."

"Beg for it," he commanded flatly, his blue eyes locking onto yours with total dominance. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your cunt."

"I want you inside me," you sobbed out, your hands blindly clawing at the unmade sheets, ripping and bunching the fabric in desperation. "I want your cock so bad baby… please… put it in."

"I’m not putting a single inch inside you until you tell me how much of a desperate slut you are for your man," he growled, his jaw clenching hard.

He dragged the blunt head slowly upward, parting your slick folds from the bottom all the way to your raw clit, smearing your own natural cream across your core.

The proximity was pure torture, you let out a loud broken sob, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you tried to pull his hips down with your knees, but his iron restraint wouldn't snap.

"Yes... yes… I am Sam!" You screamed silently into the dark room, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “Please!... Put it in now I'm begging you!”

Sam deliberately pushed inside millimeter by millimeter, wanting to feel every single internal muscle stretch, adapt and tear open around his thick size.

The sensation was so intense it felt like a blunt force tearing through you, your lower stomach tensed up into a tight knot from the sheer depth as he forced his way in.

A sharp ragged cry tore out of your throat but the second the sound escaped, Sam slammed his mouth down over yours, capturing your scream in a sloppy open mouthed kiss.

He twisted his fingers near the roots of your hair, holding your head completely still as his tongue forced its way into your mouth, devouring your breath while he delivered the final heavy drive.

He bottomed out completely, his pubic bone crashed hard against yours with a heavy dull thud, hitting your cervix at the very back of your cunt.

The blunt impact caused your entire lower abdomen cramp with a sharp overwhelming spike of intense pleasure. You choked into his mouth, completely pinned and stuffed to the root by his massive weight.

Sam stayed buried deep within you, his chest heaving heavily against yours, the sweat on his skin sticking to your own as he held himself perfectly still to let your tight cunt stretch and adjust to his full thickness.

He didn't start moving immediately, he withdrew his mouth just a fraction of an inch, his lips wet and grazing yours as he panted, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he rasped, his voice a gravelly primitive whisper that went straight to your core. "Look at you… completely filled up..."

You let out a broken whimper, your fingers blindly clawing at his broad shoulders. "Sam... hahh~... please... move... I need you to move..."

"Yeah? You need it?" He teased, a dark ruthless smirk twisting his mouth as he slowly began to draw his length out, millimeter by agonizing millimeter, until only the swollen head was left nestled between your slick folds. Then with a sudden heavy thrust, he plunged back in.

The wet heavy sound of his hips crashing against yours echoed through the room. You bucked upward, a shattered cry escaping your lips but Sam instantly slammed his mouth back over yours, capturing the sound on his tongue.

He drove his tongue deep into your mouth at the exact same second, drinking in your high, broken wail while his hips kept up a slow punishing and incredibly deep rhythm.

It was a sloppy breathless kiss, your mouths couldn't synchronize under the violent desperate movement, your teeth clicking sharply together as his head shoved down, his rough blonde stubble scraping your chin raw while he devoured your breath.

Every single drive hit your cervix with a deep aching thud, making your lower stomach tense into a tight knot.

You were completely lost to the feeling, your mind entirely blank as you gripped his upper arms, your body adapting to the brutal relentless friction of his thick shaft sliding inside you.

Then, the floorboards in the hallway groaned again.

Sam went completely rigid mid thrust, his body turning into a solid block of iron over yours. His heart was hammering so hard you could feel the erratic heavy thud of it slamming right against your own ribs.

"Knock... Knock…"

"Sam? Honey?" Jodi’s voice carried clearly through the thin bedroom door once more, sounding sharper, more persistent this time. "Are you sure you're okay in there? I keep hearing the bed frame rattling… oh and I forgot to ask, do you have a shift tomorrow morning?"

You froze beneath him, your eyes blowing wide open in pure unadulterated terror. The sheer risk of the moment -the terrifying reality of his mother standing right outside the door while his thick throbbing cock was buried all the way inside you- made a sudden violent surge of heat rush straight to your core.

Your internal muscles gave an involuntary vice like clench, clamping down around his shaft like a tight fist.

Sam let out a ragged choked gasp into your mouth, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle ticked. He broke the kiss, his breathing fast and shallow as his brain completely fried from the crushing sensation of your wet walls.

He shoved his palm right back over your mouth, his thumb digging hard into your cheekbone to anchor you down and muffle you completely.

"Yeah... yeah Mom," Sam called out loudly toward the door, his voice strained, dropping into a rough deeper register as he forced himself to clear the thick haze from his throat.

Slowly and deliberately, he began to move his hips again, sliding his length out before plunging heavily back inside you, all while his mom stood right on the other side of the door.

You let out a muffled frantic whimper into his hand, your entire body convulsing as the combination of the deep blunt friction and the paralyzing fear of being caught was too much you couldn't hold it back.

Right there, while Jodi was still speaking, your eyes rolled back into your head as a massive shattering climax slammed into your lower body. Your internal muscles clenched around his cock, your nails scratching long frantic lines into his skin as the orgasm tore through you in deep heavy spasms.

Sam let out a raw agonized hiss through his teeth, his knuckles turning stark white where he gripped your wrists above your head. The sensation of your climax was pure torture, threatening to drag him over the edge instantly but he refused to stop moving. He gritted his teeth, forcing his hips to keep driving forward, riding right through the violent tremors of your walls.

"Sam?" Jodi called out, her tone shifting to slight confusion at his strained voice. "Are you alright? You sound out of breath."

"I'm fine Mom," Sam forced out, his hips delivering another deep silent thrust that bottomed out completely against your spot. "I just... I'm trying to get to sleep."

"Oh okay darling," Jodi's voice lingered, her footsteps shifting slightly outside. "Well, make sure you set an alarm. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Mom," Sam panted, his gaze fixed on your ruined dazed face.

The second he heard her footsteps finally start to shuffle away, moving slowly back down the hallway toward her own room, Sam's restraint completely vanished.

"Look at you," he hissed under his breath, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his movements turned fast, aggressive, and wild. "Look at how much of an obedient little creature you are. Cumming all over my dick while my mom is right outside. You're just a filthy little whore aren't you? So proper out in the valley but down here you just want to be fucked so hard."

"Yes!... ah-ahh~..." you wailed, your sentence shattered into broken, breathless fragments by the physical impact of his hips slamming against yours. "I’m yours!... I’m your slut Sam... fuck me harder!"

​"You loved it," he growled, his thrusts turning relentlessly that made the mattress crunch loudly beneath your back. "You loved the idea of her walking in and seeing you completely ruined under me… tell me baby, tell me you're just a needy little whore for my cock."

​"I am... nghhh~... I'm your whore Sam," you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side against the damp pillow as you surrendered entirely to his total dominance.

"I'm going to stretch you out so bad you won't be able to walk back to the farm," Sam rumbled, his verbal control slipping into raw dirty nonsense as he felt your core dripping wet down his thighs. "Squeeze me with that tight little cunt… take every single inch of it.”

"You're-... Fuck!... It's hitting it every time... nghh... Sam!" You sobbed out, your head tossing from side to side against the pillow, completely lost to the intense deep friction. "More... please Sam... more... ahh!~..."

You couldn't even finish the phrase. Underneath him, your body reached its absolute breaking point. Your eyes rolled back into your head as a massive shaking climax slammed through your lower body. Your internal walls didn't just twitch, they began to spasm in violent rhythmic contractions that locked around his cock like an iron vice.

Sam let out a loud frantic curse, his voice cracking into a raw hiss through his teeth as he felt you snap.

"Fuck... you're killing me," he gasped, his body going rigid mid thrust as the intense milking of your climax nearly forced him over the edge but he didn't stop.

Driven completely insane by the crushing tightness, he refused to let you recover, continuing to drive his hips forward into your trembling fit, forcing you to ride out every single agonizing wave.

"Look at me while I fill you up!" Sam shouted, his large hand slamming back into your hair, forcing your head straight back against the pillows so you had to look right into his blown out eyes. "I’m going to fill your cunt so full of my cum... you’re gonna be leaking until tomorrow morning!"

"Yes Sam!... Please!" You whimpered, your body convulsing wildly beneath his.

With three final brutal thrusts that bottomed out entirely, crashing his pubic bone against yours with a dull heavy thud, Sam finally broke.

His body went completely rigid, his muscles locking into solid iron as his pulse began to throb violently inside your walls. With a massive agonizingly deep convulsion, Sam came straight against the back of your womb.

He held himself buried deep, his hips crushing yours into the mattress as he delivered shot after shot, his internal pulse vibrating directly against your tensed walls.

The sudden overwhelming sensation of his hot fluid erupting inside you was so intense that it triggered another climax through your lower body. You let out a high pitched shattered shriek, but the second the sound escaped, Sam slammed his mouth down over yours, capturing your scream in a rough desperate kiss.

It was brutal, frantic and completely unhinged, your lips catching against each other's teeth in a messy starving collision until the sharp taste of copper flooded your mouths, your lips literally bleeding against each other as you panted and choked into the kiss.

Even as he finished releasing his load, Sam didn't pull out. He kept his full weight leaning into you, thrusting in slow deliberate circles to prolong the agonizing waves of your orgasm, forcing your internal muscles to drag slowly along his sensitive shaft while your body gradually stopped shaking.

"Good girl," Sam praised relentlessly, his voice a ruined gravelly whisper against your bloody lips as the tension finally began to drain from his muscular frame. "Look at you. You took every single drop like a good little slut didn't you baby?"

He slowly and carefully pulled his thick semi hard shaft completely out of you, making a wet heavy sound that echoed in the quiet room.

You let out a soft involuntary whimper at the sudden loss of him, your lower stomach aching with a deep lingering sensitivity as you instinctively tried to pull your knees together to shield yourself.

"Shhhh… I got you love," Sam murmured, his voice returning to his gentle warm baritone.

He grabbed a clean flannel shirt from his dresser and some tissues, carefully wiping away the slick trails of sweat, spit and overflow from your inner thighs until you were completely dry and clean.

Once you were comfortable, he slid his own soft white shirt over your head, the massive fabric swallowing your frame and smelling richly of his hair gel and laundry detergent.

He pulled the heavy blanket up over both of your sticky exhausted bodies, hiding you away from the outside world in the dark sanctuary of his room, pulling you into his arms and resting his chin on the top of your head as his large fingers lightly traced the faint dark marks he had left on your wrists.

He let out a low sleepy chuckle against your hair. "You're completely crazy you know that? Risking everything to climb through my window," he whispered with absolute reverent warmth in the dark, his hand sliding down to rest over your bare stomach. "You're gonna take that Plan B right when you get back right?"

A wicked sleepy grin touched your lips, you tilted your head up to look at him through your eyelashes. "I won't."

Sam froze for a split second, his blue eyes locking onto yours as his grip on your waist tightened, a dark intense spark flared in his gaze for a fraction of a second before a lopsided deep grin took over his face.

“Even better," he rumbled, his voice dropping into a rough whisper.

You let out a soft giddy laugh, swatting weakly at his chest. "In your dreams Samson, I'll take it the second I get back to the farmhouse tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, yeah," he teased, leaning down to press a soft lingering kiss to your sweat damp forehead. He wrapped both arms around you, pulling you so close that your chest was completely pinned against his. "Well, you're not going anywhere right now love, I'm not letting you walk back in the dark."

You didn't argue, you buried your face straight into his chest as you let your eyes close.

Cocooned in his heavy warmth, listening to the steady calm beat of his heart against your ear, you both drifted off to sleep, tangled tightly in each other's arms until the morning sun could break through the valley pines.