He knows you love his physique he can see it from the way you look at him with hooded eyes from the way your words cut off when his shirt rides up when he reached for something on the too shelf, but what he doesn't know is how much you love his thighs, they are so huge muscular and look so rideable especially when he just comes back from work and just spreads them open whilst sitting on the couch.
He could be wearing tight jeans, gym shorts, sweat pants, office pants fucking anything and your eyes immediately a drawn to them. Just crawling your way onto one of them whilst wearing his T-shirt and some flimsy sleep shorts and seating with his thigh right in the middle of your legs and just start grinding your heart away running your hands all over his body, running them through his hair make out while your clit rubs on the fabric covering his thigh leaving a wet patch right where your cunt is. Getting yourself to that peak whilst using his thigh as nothing more than a sex toy.
Then you hear the door to your shared apartment open and a call of "hey I'm home" and you are immediately brought back to reality where the only thing between your thighs is your pillow and the growing shame in your gut from getting off to your roommate who is now knocking on your door.
when the function got the exploration of alex slowly embracing his sexuality 😋😋😋
tags: top male reader, soft dom reader, reader described as strong thanks to farm work
★ you coming into his life already shook him up too much. the idea of someone actually wanting to talk to him without endlessly praising his athletics (not that anyone really does it, he just fantasizes about it ofc). the idea of someone caring about aspects of him outside of his fitness. he’s just not used to that sort of authenticity in his world.
★ small displays of the functional strength you’ve developed on the farm really stirs some feelings up inside him that he’s not ready to address.
★ he once saw you haul massive flour bags over your shoulder and practically throw them around as if they were nothing. he spent the rest of that day wondering why he wished he were one of those bags instead.
★ eh, he’ll just brush off those feelings as jealousy and a new competitive spark rather than… y’know… deep-seated attraction he’s not ready to face.
★ fast forward through some slow burn, will-they-won’t-they? type romance between you too…
★ once you two got together and your relationship grew more and more serious, he really started to wonder what it would be like to sleep with another man. hell, he never even had enough experience with a girl, let alone with a guy. luckily for him, he was bold enough to let one of these questions slip every now and then. it catches you off guard a lot since he will ask at some random ass time and the questions themselves… let’s just say he doesn’t hold back.
★ the last thing alex expected himself to be is submissive, let alone a bottom. in fact not too long ago, he would’ve adamantly denied such an idea. but damn… the way you kissed him and how you touched him so confidently even just through his clothes. how could he not relinquish control?
★ the man’s weak to well-rounded experience. what can i say?
★ the moment you laid him down in your bed and started stripping off his clothes for the first time, that’s when he thought “oh shit. this is really happening…” thankfully you were attentive enough to notice his anxiousness and calm him down.
★ after long moments of gentle kisses down his body and slow foreplay, he relaxed a bit.
★ poor baby is so unaware of how gay sex works; he didn’t even know he would have to be prepared first and assumed you could just go for it. so imagine his surprise when he watched you lube up your fingers and told him they were gonna be inside of him. he was even surprised that you put a condom on, assuming that this type of sex “didn’t need it”
★ when you pushed your fingers inside him for the first time, he was squirming so much. he had to hold onto your sturdy arms and shoulders to ground himself as he felt his hole get stretched around your fingers.
★ he is so talkative, going on about he “can’t believe there’s something inside him like this” and how “crazy good it feels.” but eventually all his talking turns into senseless moans the more you finger him. when you brushed against his prostate for the first time, he nearly screamed and was so close to cumming on the spot.
★ however, you being inside him for the first time was nothing like what he could’ve imagined. the slowly stretch of your cock and just the overwhelming fullness of it all. once you were fully in and the pain settled into a really nice sensation, that’s when he became an absolute mess under you, whimpering and moaning on your cock. it’s no wonder he came so soon after that.
★ you asked if he wanted to stop for the night but he insisted on continuing, really underestimating how sensitive he would be. you eventually obliged and started fucking him properly.
★ if he wasn’t loud before, he definitely is now. it’s a good thing you two decided to do this in your farmhouse rather than his place…
★ he’s for sure back to being talkative… though this is definitely more like blabbering. as you fuck him, he’ll go on and on about how good it feels, how overwhelming it is, and how much you’re filling him up.
★ god forbid you try to praise him or whisper something soothing to him. combined with your practiced thrusts, that’s almost enough to make him cum a second time. not to mention your own gasps and moans from feeling how tight he is around your cock.
★ he reaches out to grab onto your back, digging his dull nails right into the skin. pitchy moans would leave his mouth as he tells you he’s about to cum. he was barely able to finish his desperate warning as he cums. his eyes roll back deep while his legs shake around your waist.
★ of course, you can’t last much longer with the way he’s cumming on your cock so intensely. you soon follow up with your own orgasm, cumming inside the condom while buried deep inside of him.
★ another thing that surprises him about having sex with you is that once you two have recovered, you pamper him so well with aftercare. he basically falls in love all over again.
★ he’s definitely sore and limping for a couple days but once he’s better, he’s more than eager to try more with you.
IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔 the thing that got me back into working on this wip is me and my friends finally returning to our farm we unintentionally left behind in october💀
Will randomly just pick you up and carry you over his shoulder.
Calls you nicknames like short stack and hot stuff.
If he's feeling like a dick that day, he'll hold stuff above your head and not let you have it till you give him a kiss. 😭
He loves the size difference in bed too, his dick is already big, but to you it feels even bigger.
Puts you in missionary to watch his cock slide in and out of you.
Or cowgirl so he can watch you struggle to fuck yourself on his huge dick.
His favorite position would be picking you up and pounding you against the wall though. He's a show off, and what better way to show off his strength than in bed.
Elliot - 6'2
He thinks it's adorable.
Sometimes he purposely store things where you can't reach just so you have to ask for help. (He likes feeling wanted and useful <3)
Calls you his "Little Minx".
Sitting in his lap while he tries to play the piano will have him soo flustered.
Loves to see how big his dick looks next to you, he'll rest it on your pussy or face, finding it impressive that you can even fit him inside.
He likes to get handjobs from you for the same reason, your small hands make his cock look huge in comparison.
"I don't know, my love, are you sure you can handle me?" - he said the first time you two had sex. 😏
Harvey - 6'4
He didn't know he had a size kink till you met.
Feels like a perv, but he secretly loves how petite you are, you make him feel so big and strong.
Calls you my love, dear, angel, and sweetheart.
He could NOT handle it if you rode his cock, the sight of that would have him cumming in seconds.
Would never want to make you feel uncomfortable, but seeing and hearing you choke on his length would leave his face beet red. His cock would be throbbing and twitching nonstop from how fucking turned on his is.
He would insist you don't need to give him head, but obv you're not going to listen, you get turned on from it too.
When in missionary, he'd spread his hand across your lower stomach, his eyes wide at the fact he can just barely feel a bulge there.
Sam - 5'11
He's so annoying about it.
Like Alex, he'd tease you a lot.
Putting things on high shelves, picking you up out of nowhere, and calling you stupid nicknames.
Piggyback rides!! He thinks they're fun.
He's a switch. So he both loves to dominate you and be submissive for you.
Thinks you being so much shorter, but still bossing him around is really hot. He loves the confidence.
"Yes, ma'am."
Making him get on his knees and eat it. >>>
Gets so flustered when he see's you on your knees too. Like "holy shit, how is someone so hot really about to suck my cock right now?"
His dick gets even harder if he hears you gag on it.
Sebastian - 5'8
Calls you his little tadpole.
Likes to hug you from behind and rest his chin your head.
Sit on his desk and yap about your day to him while he's working and he'll look at you with hearts in his eyes.
He's submissive. So like Sam, he thinks it's hot that he's bigger, but you're the one in charge.
Order him, degrade him, push him around, he wants it all.
Edging him. >>>
Whines at the sight of your small hand jerking him off, whines even more when you stop just before he busts on your face.
He loves when you cockwarm him while he's supposed to be working.
Overstimulation!! Don't stop riding him after he cums, no matter how much he tells you "stop, s'too much." He'll use the safe word if he actually wants you to stop.
Shane - 5'4
Finally he isn't the shorter one in the relationship!
Calls you shorty and hot stuff. And if he wants to annoy you, chicken little.
Will randomly hug you from behind and press his bulge against your ass.
You're not too much smaller than him, so he knows you can handle it when he's rough.
Def manhandles you in bed. Flips you into his desired position, smacks your ass and pussy, and pounds you into the mattress.
His cock is on the shorter side, but it's girthy, so he's still giving you a good stretch.
Fucking your face is one of his favorite things to do, he loves seeing your eyes get watery and makeup start to smear.
Will cum down your throat and "make" you swallow it.
Abigail - 5'0
Literally the same height as you, or maybe 1-2 inches taller, but she's still suuuch a dick about it. Always pokes fun at you like she isn't the second shortest person in town.
Lovingly, ofc. It's just the first time she's been with someone smaller than her.
Even though you're the same height or close, she's very strong from practicing with her sword so often.
So yes, she also likes to show off her strength in bed.
Will pin you against the wall, get on her knees, and wrap both your legs around her shoulders, holding you up while she eats you out.
She's also a big fan of standing doggy. Loves to see you bent over and crying on her strap.
Her dick might be fake, but she can use it better than any man!
Insists you sit on her face too, don't even try to hover though, she'll grab your hips and hold you down on her face if you do.
Emily - 5'8
I can't see Emily having any strong feelings about it. She doesn't have much of a size kink.
But she still thinks you're adorable.
Calls you her little mouse.
Very doting and sweet girlfriend.
Loves to cook for you. Also uses you as her guinea pig for new recipes she's experimenting with.
I could see her as a top or switch.
Early morning sex in spooning position. >>
She wouldn't even bother to undress you, she'd just slip her hands into your panties, playing with your clit and kissing the side of your neck.
Sneaky sex in the saloon bathroom is a frequent thing.
She'll press you against the door and finger you from behind while groping your tits with her other hand.
Haley - 5'5
I think you also awakened a slight size kink with her.
She'll call you princess, babe, baby, and gorgeous.
Bratty switch, loves to piss you off so you'll fuck the attitude out of her.
Pull her hair while you pound her from behind and it'll have her squirting all over your strap.
Has a thing for dry humping and miniskirts, esp at the same time.
If you're both wearing short skirts, she loves to bend you over, flip your skirt up, and hump your ass.
Rubbing your pussy through your panties is another weakness of hers. Bonus points if your sat in her lap.
Lipstick kink? She loves kissing you all over and seeing your body covered in her lip prints.
Spanks your pussy while going down on you and giggles when she see's you moan and flinch from it.
Very sensitive nipples, she nearly cums from it when you suck on and play with her tits.
Leah - 5'3
Similar to Emily. She doesn't have a size kink, but does think you're super cute.
Very affectionate and loving. She cannot stop cuddling you and covering you in kisses.
Calls you her muse.
Ask her to paint you nude and she'll have the cutest blush and shakiest hands while doing it.
Firm switch. She wants to both give and receive most times you have sex.
Her guilty pleasure kink is the two of you getting tipsy on red wine before fucking all night.
Giggly sex with her. >>>
The type her lick your cum off her fingers while making eye contact.
Tribbing in missionary while you make out and play with each other's tits is her favorite thing in the world.
Not a republican but she is pro-bush.
Maru - 5'4
Another one without a size kink, she just doesn't really think about the height difference.
Top, maybe stone top.
Loves toys and experimental sex.
Giving you the strap + vibe combo has her unbelievably horny.
Nipple play is a big thing with her too, she needs to suck on & pinch your nipples while she fucks you.
Electricity play. She's very curious about it.
If you were down, she'd buy a kit for it online, testing it by giving your clit and nipples light shocks.
Expert at eating pussy, she likes to eat it from the back while squeezing your ass.
Tribbing with her. >>>
Penny - 5'1
Calls you babydoll and little lamb. 🥺
Honestly likes that you're around the same height, that way neither of you have to hurt your neck looking up or down at the other.
Definite pillow princess.
She just likes being able to lay back and be taken care of for once.
Very shy and even a little embarrassed during sex for the first few times. She'd try to hold back her moans at first, but after a while she just couldn't keep it in.
That's how you learned she's actually quite vocal in bed.
Likes doggy style, mating press, spooning.
Not big into toys besides a strap and vibrator.
Hesitant to initiate, but you can tell when she's in the mood when her face is flushed and she can't stop squirming in your lap.
Ugh imagine bouncing her on your cock while you're sitting down, she's facing away from you and covering her mouth to try n not be so loud.
But then you find just the right angle to hit while squeezing her hips, and it leaves her nearly screaming as she suddenly creams around your strap. 🥴
It's a beautiful word, really. Something to be used in many contexts.
Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck you. For Fuck's sake. Only a small pinch of what blooms out of Shane’s regular everyday vocabulary, a versatile thing that was always there to truly help him express himself.
The very word runs rampant in Shane’s head, looping over and over in a messy string, nearly mouthed out with the purse of his lips – But not for the reason one may think.
The burly man storms through the rough debris that dared to sprout around the edge of your farm, the entrance from the Ranch side path almost deliberately left unkempt, surely just to piss him further off, right? Add to the blasting hot flush that wrecked up his body, fueled with hot white annoyance and the nauseating touch of what felt like a fever.
All this over a midnight snack – Cookies.
Or so he initially thought. Two bags wrapped up all pretty on the dining table, an obnoxious bow tied all prissy and pristine with a little tag, a message scrawled in your handwriting: “Special Treats!” - Little Miss Perfect infiltrating his home life now? Was the Saloon and his Goddamn place of work not enough for you?
Look at you, trying to pander around- Coming ‘round and gifting Aunt Marnie these treats, that sweet smile you usually threw at him surely smeared on your face, that crinkle in your eyes that had him chewing on his inner cheek lest he barked out something truly horrid. Sickeningly sweet - Enough to have his gut churn every time he had the displeasure of seeing you bound up to him, striking up some meaningless small-talk conversation as if you cared about any of the half-assed answers he had for you.
However, that all didn’t deter him from snagging one of the wrapped-up parcels filled with cookies, yanking the tail of the ribbon bow with a clumsy pinch of his fingers to unwind the packet. Surely put out for the whole family, right? Right. So Shane thought at least.
The first bite had Shane scrunching his thick brows, chewing slow and heavy as he mused over the ‘cookie-biscuit-treat-thing’, pinched between his fingers, turned and rotated for inspection.
It was sickeningly sweet, just like you. With a swirl of thick caramel-like ribbons running through the crunchy dough, making him salivate, saliva pooling under his tongue as his jaw gives a dull and quick ache at the flavour. Fuck- It was almost as if it wasn't for human consumption. The thought makes Shane snort as he reaches for another, biting into the treat before washing it all down with an equally tooth-rotting swig of Joja-Cola.
The treats leave a grain of crumbs left on Shane’s fingers, sandy and dry, clinging to his clammy hands until he dusts it off with his thumb, going the extra mile to swipe his hand over the front of his jacket for good measure.
He only meant to sample a few, just a few! Like three.. Okay, maybe four- Or five?
And soon all that is left is the clear cellophane bag and a wrinkled and sad little ribbon you had used to tie it all together. Shit- Whoops, he’d gone and zoned out and ate himself into a stomach ache, mindlessly chewing and crunching down on each sweet treat until he was left with mere crumbs.
Shane sucks on his teeth, tongue running over his molars, absentmindedly swiping up the last remnants of cookie while he bins the evidence and makes way towards his room for the rest of the night. Shane doesn't even bother flicking on his light, kicking his shoes to an unknown corner, lost to the piles of floor-drobe scattered around the ground. He smacks his lips, still sweet with an essence of sugary cookie treats.
The springs in his mattress creak with his weight as he sits, his large paw of a hand grabbing at his tousled duvet, nearly settled in for the evening – Until a heat washes up from his gut.
Shane freezes, eyes blindly flicking to each corner of his room, thoughts swirling through his mind, the twinge of fight or flight raising up his pulse, heart beginning to thrum in his throat. – Something was wrong – Ohh.. Fuck, was he about to be sick?
A hot flush trills through his body, a full shiver starting from his shoulders and all the way down to his toes, treading past his gut in a way that had him panting a few out-of-breath gasps. He sits still, trying to listen to whatever his body was telling him, feeling his blood pressure rise with a thrum against his throat, the instinct to clench and unclench his jaw already in motion. His teeth grit audibly, a bubble in his gut making his brows scrunch tightly together.
He hiccups, more nausea following the jolting breath, something daring to jump up his throat- It bubbles, feels like a lump of something nasty, a fizzling sick that was surely about to come up and make some kind of mess! Shane sighs with an audible crack, his voice tainting the sound in a pitiful near-whine. It comes closer, his body fighting him, sickly hot and nasty- Yoba, he was going to be sick, wasn't he? His hand covers his mouth, body instinctively leaning forwards, bracing for the-!
“Ughh…Buh..” Okay. It was just a burp.
Sure, it relieved some of the pressure in his gut and maybe the nausea had died down but.. He still felt horrible, feverish..
Something else bubbles in the depths of Shane’s gut, rising up into the core of his chest, settling into a heavy ball of agitation, of annoyance and anger placed towards you. You did this, you had practically poisoned him - Maybe it was on purpose? Knew he'd be tempted by a snack sitting right on the table, just asking to be eaten. Yeah. You were in for it-!
Sweat beads down Shane’s forehead, turning uncomfortably crisp and chilly in the cool night air, a hot full-body shiver wracks down his form, the contradicting temperatures churning his stomach into something nauseating. His brow furrows hard, enough to feel the lapping lick of a headache drag over his temple with a throb- He’s surprised he hadn’t popped an artery and collapsed amongst the messy brush of twigs and rocks scraping against his ankles, picking the threads of his socks with each clumsy, agitated step.
The burly man mutters under his breath, a silent string of unintelligible curses and swears, a permanent scrunch woven into his thick brows to top it off.
“Fucks sake..” There's his favourite word, gritted through his teeth as a tree root hooks the toe of his shoe, the rubber soles squeak with apprehension, a kick of the dirt grounding Shane into staying upright. Another growl rolls through his teeth, f-bombs snarled with a crinkle of his nose; Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck, You-! Yoba, he wishes.
Fucking. What.
Pause.
Shane has to give a physical shake of his head to throw the thought out of his ear, blinking hard a few times over before he properly comes to – When had he stomped up your porch steps and bashed a heavy rasp against your poor door? Somehow, his frown deepens, brows tightening and worsening the headache that budded at his temple, his hand stays stuck in the air in a fist just hovering by the door frame. He lets out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding, the air feeling wet against his lips, combined with the slick drip of sweat that drops off of the tip of his nose.
He nearly jumps when the door creaks open, letting the light from within bleed into the night, making his eyes squint and blur as you come into vision, peeking your head through the door.
“Sh.. Shane?” Your voice is so fucking soft, caressing his ears, paired with the concerned look on your face; Dolly eyes blinking at him, all filled with worry, and that puppy-like tilt to your head? It has his molars grinding together. “Are you alright..? It’s quite late-”
“No- I’m not ‘alright’-” Shane cuts you off, coming back into the present, his voice stressing against his throat. “You,” He starts, easily barging into your space with heavy steps, his palm pawing at the frame of the door, “Fuck- Y’have it out f’me, dontcha?” He accuses, irritation quickly bubbling back to a rolling boil. Yoba, don’t look at him like that, all frowny-faced, brows knitted into an innocent sense of confusion.
“N-No? I don’t, I-”
“Oh? You don’t, huh? So, what, you go out of your way to fucken’ poison me for no reason then?” His tone rises, headvoice busting through his throat with a growl.
“Poison? Shane, I-I’m lost, I’m sorry-” You carefully reach your hand out to him, tilted carefully as if he were a distressed beast. It sounds alarms in his head, making the feverish wash of shivers all the more worse, as if touching him would send him spiralling.
“Ohohh.. Don’t act all coy and stupid-” Shane avoids your touch and points a finger at you, jamming it into your chest with a mean poke, “You made those cookies,” he heaves, “were practically askin’ me to eat em’, too,” He points back at himself, movements swaying and a little clumsy, “knew I would too, know I’m nothin’ but a-” You cut off the attempt at his self depreciation with a stumble of words.
“C-Cookies?” Shane watches your face contort into some kind of horror; lips parting, mouth opening with a soft gasp, “Shane.. H-How many…” You take a step back, fingers worrying around your mouth, teeth digging into the end of your nails in a nervous bite, a panic setting in to your body language. “How many did you have..?” Shane can barely hear you through your mumbling, that silly way you cover your mouth and the Goddamn thrumming in his ears. Your tone sends something icy through his chest.
“A whole fuckin’ bag?” His pitch raises; you weren't instilling a whole lot of confidence in him. Shane rolls his neck, agitation hot on the edge of his patience. Your reaction was less than stellar for his own mental stability.
“Ah-! Shane.. Those..” You look him over, eyes frantically searching his form, full of worry and.. For Yoba's sake, were you tearing up? Give him a break, he’s not falling for whatever this little act was, the faux sweetness, trying to wrap him around your little fingers, tugging at his heart and causing a thrum of palpitations – Okay, maybe it was working to some effect.
“Uhm.. D-Don’t freak out,” You preface, slow and careful, your face twisted in thought, he could practically see the gears in your brain working overtime to articulate whatever was on your mind. “The ‘cookies’..” You stammer, looking everywhere but him.
“They were for the cows.. For… for b-breeding..?” You say it like you’re unsure, embarrassed to even utter the word.
“Breeding?!” Shane regrets the raise in his voice, the splitting throb in his head protesting his reaction.
“Yes! Yes- I just.. M-Miss Marnie wanted some ‘special treats’ for the cows? T-To help with uhm..” You pause your rambling, tongue trying to wrap around a word that didn't sound downright filthy, “To cultivate them in time for the Valley F-Fair..?” It sounds more like a question, like you were trying to convince yourself of the story. “I swear!”
Shane can’t even respond, staring at you like a dead fish, mouth agape and all of the breath in his lungs sucked out, eye twitching with the semblence of something that said ‘are you fucking kidding me?’
“I should have labelled them better, I-I’m sorry I didn't know I..” You start rambling at him, excuses about Jas, the fact that not everyone was home, that you thought the wrapping would be cute, blah, blahblah, blah blah-
“F’Gods sake, Shut up-” Words come back to Shane, gritted through his teeth with a dull growl, effectively making you snap your jaw shut and obey with a nervous nod. Fuck, a trill of warmth swells in his guts at that, the way you so readily listen to his barks. You shrink under him, more soft mumbles spilling from your lips, “Proper words.” He scolds you, that practiced dad-like tone coming out for just a moment.
“I-I’m sorry.. I-”
“Sorry isn't going to fix this- Fuck..” A dizzy spell knocks Shane into a wobble, his palm coming into contact with a nearby wall to stabilise himself- There was no way he was going to walk his ass home in this condition, not anytime soon at least. “How.. hahh.. How do I stop it?” His cool, sunken eyes glare at you.
“I.. You.. Can’t, really…” You hesitate, teeth nervously picking bites at your bottom lip. “Can.. Manage symptoms, maybe? Y-Yknow..?” You make a few awkward gestures, vulgar enough to get the idea across.
“You’re tellin’ me I gotta jerk off- What? You gonna watch or something? Huh?” He leans harder into the wall, his knees starting to give out underneath him, creaking with a deep ache. It redirects the source of the symptoms, however.. How long had his groin been aching with steady swells of arousal? Feverish hot and cold shivers manifest into something more tingly- Anticipatory excitement agitating his limbs, making them feel oh so restless.
“N-No I.. I’m… Offering..” You ponder off, biting your inner cheek on one side, shrinking into yourself even more, “I wanna help.” Your eyes trail down, lingering on the steady swelling pudge of Shane’s cock outlined in his pants. Fuck- Was this your plan all along? Have him chase you down as part of your little game? Play the helpful little nice girl after you’d fucked his night up? “S’my fault.. Right? I-I should at least.. You know..” So forward, and you can’t even say the proper words.
Fuck.
This was a bad idea, obviously.
That's why he let you guide his clumsy, fever-stricken ass into the living room, settling him into the cushions of the couch, legs spread apart enough to show off the throbby swell of his cock straining hard against the front of his shorts. Obviously. He watches your eyes widen a smidge when it dares to flex, hot and aching with the press of fabric, the seam line of his pants digging right into the swollen tip of his dick, making Shane hiss a wiry swear through his teeth.
He lulls his head to the side, clumsily leaning into the back of the couch, eyes dull and lazy as they look down at you, watching you kneel between his spread knees. Your fingers carefully trace the threads that made up the edge of his pants, tentative and seemingly weary, eyes looking up, all clueless and puppy-like, hesitant to make the first move.
“Fuck y’lookin at..” Shane’s grudge resurfaces, words slurred as another ache throbs in his brain. He nearly feels a pang of guilt at the way you snap your gaze downwards, nearly. His cock gives another throb instead, visibly flexing beneath the fabric like a taunt, the barest itch of fabric friction earning the room a sigh-laced groan.
“Y-You..?” God. You think you’re cute, acting all nervy and worried like this, cowering under his blurred, less-than-sober gaze. Shane has to swallow down another bark of insults, his thick fingers struggling to fumble with his fly, thumbing helplessly at the button and zip that confines him. Your hands raise to help, stilling at the pointed and unamused look he hurls at you. This was for him, not for you. He was in charge of what was going down, got it?
Finally, finally- the telltale buzz of his zipper sounds as he frees himself of the horrid confines of his shorts, stomach breathing in relief as his waistband slackens, cock nearly punching through his boxers when he shimmies his pants down just enough.
God- He’d bled weeps of pre-cum through his underwear, the kitschy, worn-out pattern of pizzas tainted with a blobby wet patch. The fabric sheens in the dim warm light of the living room, all but the mark his cock had cried into his pants, wet and matte and visibly sticky- He has to flex his calves when another onslaught dares to cry from his clothed tip.
“Shit..” Shane sniffles, thumbing at the elastic of his boxers, soothing the bite the band left embedded in his skin. His eyes flick to you, nose crinkling when you avoid his gaze, feeling the remnants of sweat on his top lip, all cool and uncomfortable. He wipes his face with his shoulder, giving his head a shake in an attempt at composure, regretting the way it has his vision swamped and swimming. This was stupid, he felt sick. Now, he should haul himself off to the clinic, but something in his body kept him right there, sunken into the comfy seat of the couch, shimmying his cock free with a fumble and a grit to his teeth.
Okay, this was sort of worth it, watching you marvel at his length, standing tall and proud for you- Because of you, yeah, this was on you. He thumbs at the base, feeling through the thickly dark brush of wiry hair that framed his cock, cringing at just how worked up and sweaty he’d gotten on the walk over. To be honest, he almost feels bad or something, but it's short-lived.
He can't contemplate regret with the huff of your nervous breath, how it has him forcing up a hot flex through his cock, the thick vein that tread up to the tip pulsing almost comically- Pornographically, as if he were some actor making chump change for some seedy website, hopped up on viagra or some shit makin’ his dick too big – Well, that wasn’t far off of the current events, honestly.
Fuck you and your stupid sex cookies, making him lose the breath that rasped out of his lungs, aching the joints of his jaw as his teeth grit and grind with a hearty scowl.
The teasing has his guts churning, that nauseating bubble of fever mixed with that sickly sweet essence of arousal- Shane feels bad for the cows and what they’re sure to endure with that other batch of treats sitting and waiting on the counter back at the Ranch. Your little breaths are warm, combating the hot dribble of pre-cum that cries a weepy tear down the thick vein running down the underside of his cock. Your head tilts, lips coming closer, doll eyes looking up at him for some kind of permission, pursing and pouty and so- so, so close-!
Fuckkk.
“Hahh.. Sh-Shit.” He doesn't mean to make such a whimpery, pissy sound, but it's hard not to. That velvet sweet tongue of yours dragging a careful kitten lick up the underside of his rosy cockhead, flattening softly over the tip to lap up the dribbles of arousal leaking from his slit. He paws a hand into the couch cushion, fingers flexing a handful of the material in some attempt to ground himself. Fuck, that shouldn’t have elicited that kind of a reaction. What was he? Some bitchless virgin teenager?
God- but it soothes that pulsing ache in his head.. Both of them- Each and every drag of your wet tongue sends clarity to his brain and a fuzz of arousal to his cock. He lets his head fall back, a careful sigh slowly pushing out of his lungs, brows now knitted in concentration over outright pain and discomfort, focusing on those gentle, rhythmic licks and laps. It annoyed him, just how tentative and gentle you were, practically coddling him through this.. Rut he was going through- Just proving him wrong to a degree. Was a few kisses and licks to his prick making him have second thoughts about you?
“Haghh.. Fuckk-” You rip a groan from his throat, Adam's apple peeking through the stubble that poked his skin with a bob. He feels it, your lips wrapping around his chubby mushroom tip, spitty, warm, silky even, tongue swirling patterns around and around, cheeks hollowing to give a suckle. You hum back at him, soft, breaths huffing from your nose brushing against the length of him while you gift attention to the tip.
Shane peeks an eye down, dick flexing against your tongue at the content little expression on your face – eyes fluttered shut, lips pursed and pouty on his cock, lost in your own little world down there. Ohh, but something itches, an urge to soothe a new feeling, something hot and buzzing, not quite like that sickly wash of fever, something that had his hand itching to touch you..
Thick fingers thread their way into your hair, heavily and clumsily petting at you, coordination still washed from the effect of those fucked up cookies. His knuckles ache to squeeze, to give a pull, wanting to take some charge and be rough with you. The fingers tighten, gripping your hair in a fist, strands taught and pulling on your scalp. You can only glance at him before he pushes his palm down.
Down, down, dowwwn girl. Yeah, that's right, take him right to the back of your throat.
“There ya go.. Haghh.. shh..iiit..” His head drops forward from the couch, neck rolling to a stop, tilted for the best view of you down there.
Just look at’cha. Pretty face smushed into the messy, wiry brush of his base, your fingers grappling a handful each of the fabric of his shorts, nails digging a delicious stinging scratch into his skin through the material- Fuck, you’re even tugging at the hairs on his thighs in your scramble. It stings and it shows with a hiss through his gritted teeth. Shane couldn't care enough, though, not with how sweetly velvet your mouth felt, all softly-silky with spit and drool gagged up from the bullying choke of his tip down your throat. Ohh, how you gargle down on him, those pretty lashes of yours bled wet with tears, sparkling up at him with your strained and fluttered blinks.
His hips roll off of the sofa, up in experimental thrusts, the swollen pudge of his tip pressing wetly to the back of your throat. His hand pushes you down to meet with him, getting a kick each time your nose buries into the musk of his pubes, those lips kissing a ring of bubbly spit around his length. His chest heaves, a burn nestling into his lungs, veins on fire, the thought of your own well-being thrown out the door in favour of using you as a remedy.
It was your fault in the end, right? You’re only doing your part in all of this.
Still, Shane has enough mercy on you to lift you off of him, sloppy, gagged up saliva slurping up his cock with the movement. His thick fingers cup your face, squishing your cheeks together to purse your lips into a pucker, and he inspects you, already feeling that uneasy bubble of artificial arousal pulse to his cock. Your breath stutters a hiccup, a sob seemingly right at the tippity top of your throat, ready to barrel out with a cry. The threat of it has Shane groaning a low sound, tilting his head to admire you, dullen grey-green eyes looking you over, taking it all in..
The spike of that arousal coursing through his veins was surely an aid in his opinions – You were cute like this, sniffly and frowny, lips wobbling between the pinch of his fingers, eyes locked to the flushed up bruisy-rose head of his cock.
His skin pricks with pins and needles, fiery and agitated, only soothed when he plants you back on his length, ignoring the muffled, gargled sound you make at him. You fist against his shorts for comfort, curling into the material of the waistband that pools around his upper thighs, looking all huddled up and cute on his cock.
“Relax- Oi.. That’s it- C’mon, fuckk..” He massages his free hand around your chin, fingers cupping your jaw, making you go nice and slack, knuckles brushing a delicate – a Shane level of delicate, at least – brush against your throat, opening you up all nice and easy for his bullying cock.
Perception blurs, hot lust and a clouded shadow of arousal takes over Shane’s mind, that sickly sweet and sticky feeling in his body transforming into something alive and buzzing, needing more- more and more.. Sharp pangs of arousal replaces the fever, lethargic bones and joints now twitchy and on fire, guts twisting with the build-up of an orgasm rather than the swirl of anger and nausea.
Oh, he feels it, fuck- the taught squeeze of his balls, constricting with a flex when he comes to his peak, the plump and rosy tip of his dick lodged nice and deep down your throat, feeling that tongue massage over the underside. He spurts his first round, hot and thick, cumming hard with rolling thrusts of his hips until he pushes you down with a heavy palm. The gags and sputtering only urge him on, milking up a healthy cum-shot just for you.
He groans when you come up for air, messily coughing and gagging up a sputtery, spitty mix of cum and saliva, wet tears streaming down your cheeks, a sniffle to your nose adding to the vision. You make a show of swallowing, covering your mouth just like earlier, hiccuping the barest hint of a cry behind your hand. You look up at him, eyes watery, hair a mess, nose snotty, and what do you see? Well, Shane’s already pulling off another gush of cum, busting a load over his thick knuckles as he fists his cock at the sight of you, tip flexing angrily with dribbles of milky white.
Why stop there, right? Not like he could regardless.. Fuck… Good thing you were so helpful to help him out in such a predicament, right?
Right.
So generous, maybe you truly were the sweet and doting little farmer everyone said you were, look at you now – Split in half, taking cock on the floor of your living room, legs folded to your ears while Shane’s heavy weight presses you into the run below. Your clothes are gone, so are his, long forgotten between Yoba knows how many rounds between you.
Your supple cunt weeps his cum, a filthy ring of cream bubbling around his base, sticking into the brush of his pubes, leaking down his heavy balls, making them all sticky as they clap against you with each and every thrust. You’re practically non-verbal at this point, whimpering little noises, hiccups of something soft and sweet. You cling to him, arms clumsily locked around his sweaty neck, nails digging a scratch each time Shane rolls his hips a certain way.
He mounts your cunt, stuffing you up with the thick of his cock, his skin sticking to yours, thick tummy and strong thighs giving a slight wobble every time his hips smack into yours. He’s practically in your stomach, fucked into your guts, spattered at least two- or what it three.. Thick loads into you already. What a champ you were, helping him out like this, after tormenting him for so long, for practically drugging him into an endless plane of arousal. Can’t stop, won’t stop- Not when your cunt sucks him in like this, not when you do more than just lay there and look pretty- around after round and you’re still craning those hips, digging your heels into his back, peppering desperate kisses against the scruff of his soft jaw.
Ohhh fuck.. He’s close again.
Shane groans loud, manhandling you in place, bending you in a way he could only previously imagine, eyes rolling to the back of his skull when you desperately hold your own legs all steady for him. So sweet and generous, might give you something for it all too-
His thick thumb plays with your clit, rubbing rough circles into the poor, puffy and overstimulated little bud, all wet and slippery with cum and slick. His thrusts grow rough and heavy, the full weight of his body practically crushing you into the floor, punching you in the guts with his cock. Shane watches your tits jump with each fuck, the plaps of his hips cutting up for breaths into cute little stacattos, endless hiccups, messy sniffles, bleary eyes that can barely properly look at him.
“Hmmm fuckkk.. M’gonna cum again y’know- wan’ more? Hmnn?” Shane slurs, licking at his lips, catching drool with a messy slurp. You respond with a sniffly, wobbly ‘yes’ of your own, petting a hand into the grown-out undercut that curls at his neck. His free hand grips your shoulder, pulling you down on his cock, the other paying that very special attention to your clit, pinching, rubbing, massaging, working you into your own nth orgasm of the evening.
Your pussy gurgles with cum, all lubed and suckling on his cock, coming closer and closer, tightening up on his length, a squeezy kiss of your cunt to his base-! Shane digs deep and grinds, rubbing his pelvis into your clit, hot friction tipping you over, both of his hands now pulling you into him. You tug his hair, he sinks his teeth into your neck, groans and cries synchronise as Shane floods you with more of his cum, adding to the sloshy mess he’d dumped into you already. It spurts hot and heavy, rope after rope, fuck, it feels impossible to hold this much cum. His balls ache and twitch, tip all swollen and surely a bruisy purple by now, but Yoba, how could he care? Especially now.
You squeeze around him, pushed to the edge as he fucks himself through it all, quivering around his pulsy cock, toes curling, throat hoarse with whimpery rambles, babbling nonsense about cumming for him, all for him! Ohh, it's wet, it's messy, adding to the stickiness that drips between his thighs and smears onto your skin, has Shane’s cock pulsing for more, despite the protest in his arms and the dull aching in his back.
2nd prompt for this week! I do really hope you enjoyed, I had so much fun writing this! This wip has been sitting for quite a while, I'm really happy to have it done. Sort of a leftover wip from a request earlier this year before my hiatus :>
I've never posted a mean Shane fic so that's exciting!! I think I like how he turned out~ lmk what you think hehe
Summary: Anon does a pretty good job of explaining what's going on!
Warning(s): Established Relationship with Elliot only (Kinda-ish? He and the Reader/Farmer are still dating), Teasing, Porn With Hints of Plot ngl, Shane being a hint sleazy but not to the point it's gross, Lots of Fuckboy energy here (Mostly with Shane, Alex, and Sam), Dom! Harvey,
Side Note(s): I've never written Harvey to be serious/dominant before, so to say that my eyes have lowkey been open after writing him this way is—interesting (Not that Im gonna stop with viewing him as a good boy though ofc <33)
Elliot
I have a feeling that he'd think that you were trying to joke with him when you first told him.
It's not that he doubts you per se, but— while he'd understand if you've never come with a partner, he'd think that you'd be able to cum from touching yourself at the very least!
However, despite his questions, he wouldn't come close to judging you for your inexperience.
In fact, a quiet part of him would get a kick out of it.
He'll be the first one, not just in terms of sex, but also in making you experience an orgasm. And he's determined to set a high standard from the beginning.
So let's set the scene—for horny brain's sake, I'll say that this all goes down on the fifth date. You and Elliot, after a drink or two, switch the conversation over to the topic of your and his past sex lives.
You're not shocked when Elliot states that he's had around two previous partners; just look at him!
But when you state that you've had a few partners but they've all ended around the time when you'd first become intimate with them, he gets curious and asks more questions.
A bunch of trying to skirt around the actual question later, and you finally reveal that you broke up with your exes due to you not being able to cum and your partners belittling you for it (Using the common insult of "your body is broken").
Aside from being silently pissed at your previous partners for making you feel as if you were less than for not being able to cum (Something that he thought spoke more about them rather than you). The new information only made him want to show you what a good partner could do in terms of making you orgasm.
So, after a few gentle words of consideration and praise later—
You find yourself lying belly-down on the beach while Elliot is slowly kissing down your back, each kiss laced with either a word of praise or a brief period where he'd raise his head to ask if you're still comfortable with what he's doing, you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel Elliot's lips graze your sex as he gently spreads your legs furhter apart.
And the feeling of lips kissing your still clothed sex, even going so far as to lewdly lick you through your clothes...that alone was enough to begin to make that familiar ball of pleasure begin to well up in the pit of your stomach as you could hardly stop yourself from wiggling a little in search of more of his touch.
As a quiet "Please" slips from your lips, Elliot decides to stop teasing you and tug down your shorts to reveal your pussy to him, his cock beginning to leak at the sight of your pussy already leaking its juices.
With how easy it was to wind you up, he wondered how your previous partners were unable to make you cum! You were so responsive, it was absolutely adorable! Long story short, after eating you out, slurping up your leaking juices from your pussy before even adding a finger in the mix. When you finally tasted your first orgasm...you were so addicted to that first feeling of relief that you couldn't help but ask for more.
Looking over your shoulder and nearly crying from how hard you were begging Elliot to give you another one!
And with how nicely you were begging for him— Elliot couldn't resist the urge to give you another with something bigger.
Sebastian
Will get super nervous all of a sudden.
Not exactly because of what you told him, but because he'll suddenly like you've put him under the spotlight.
While Sebastian's experienced an orgasm before (via his own hands), he's never made someone else cum! And the fact that you've told him this means that he'll strive to do his best to impress you!
So when the time to impress finally does come around, I feel like Sebastian would focus on fingering you for your first orgasm. Not just because he's noticed a few times how much you'd stare at his hands—
But also because he wants to be able to quickly tear himself away the moment that you say that you don't like something.
This would essentially be a case of two virgins trying to navigate one another tbh.
However...with how shockingly good he is at navigating your body, proving himself to be a quick study when it comes to finding your clit and adapting on the fly as to how much pressure he applies depending on your sounds.
You nearly had a mind to think he was lying when he said that he's never been with anyone else before you! The eye contact shared between the two of you was intense, so heavy that each breath you took felt like it was both too little and too much as filthy squelching noises emitted from your pussy.
And when Sebastian broke eye contact to look at your soaked cunt, to say that he was mesmerized by what he saw would be an understatement. The man was absolutely hooked; he whispered words of praise as well as silently swearing to himself that he was going to taste you. He never thought that pussy could look so good, his ministrations with his fingers becoming more and more precise as he tried to speed up your orgasm, placing a hand on your stomach to force you to endure every strain of pleasure that his fingers gave you until you came with a high-pitched squeal.
The feeling of your cunt clenching and unclenching around his fingers made his cock jump inside his sweats, the imagination of what your pussy would feel like wrapped around him made the poor man whine to himself as he wished that he had encouraged you to cum on his dick instead!
But, he supposed that he could wait for later.
Sebastian was still hooked on the idea of having you cum in his mouth after all.
Sam
The happiest you'll ever see a man, PFF.
In the least weirdest way possible, I feel like Sam would be obsessed with the idea of being your first when it comes to giving you your first orgasm. (I'm talking fantasies of having the innocent new farmer all trained and molded perfectly for his cock, all within a few weeks of knowing you)
So, you being unaware of the pleasures of an orgasm is like a dream come true for him; he hardly cares about the fact that you've dated other people! He's certain that you won't even be able to remember their faces, much less their names, once you get a taste of how good it feels to cum around a cock that knows exactly where to press.
So, in true horny fashion for this section, I'll say that Sam's played the long game of befriending you and getting to know you.
Outside of his dirty crush for you, he genuinely admires you as a person and adores your personality; those two factors only heighten his feelings for you, and he can hardly resist the urge to lay all his feelings out on the table for you at this point! But, thankfully, he doesn't have to wait for long as...one day, the two of you are talking about the most random things when it comes to your past relationships.
A while of listening to you later, and you reveal that you've never cum with any of your partners.
His mind nearly short-circuits at the information.
Both from shock at the incompetence of your previous partners, but at the fact of how lucky he considered himself to be. Right then and there, he sees a window to confess his feelings as well as show you how good sex can feel when one of the participants isn't only concerned with their own pleasure.
"If you want, I can show you how good an orgasm feels."
The offer was so casual that you almost thought you had misheard the blonde, but when he lazily looked over at you without so much as a blush or look of hesitancy. You couldn't help but be curious about the offer!
No man looks so calm and collected and not know what they're doing, right? (Even though Sam was silently screaming from nervousness inside his head) Besides, Sam was kind of cute, so you wanted to see where this offer went.
Long story short, after Sam snuck you into his house late in the night— to say that he ruined you for any other person was a severe understatement. You didn't believe that you could even look at anyone else after this, with how good he was fucking you into the sheets!
The lewd noises of his heavy balls slapping against your pussy while your muffled moans were screamed into his sheets, the sound of Sam's heavy pants, as well as his confessions of his crush towards you...that unfamiliar growing ball of something made your toes curl and your eyes widen.
You could feel yourself getting wetter.
And Sam smirked at the way your pussy tightened around him, almost as if it were trying to choke the life out of his cock!
Your moans became hoarser and sparser as your cunt continued to clench and unclench around Sam's cock, the force of your orgasm a few seconds later making you let out a drawn-out scream into the sheets as Sam fucked you through your orgasm.
And as tempting as it was to pump you full of his cum...Sam decided to behave and pull out, stroking himself a few times before he came onto your ass with a choked-up groan. Had you known how good Sam would be with giving you an orgasm...you would've started dating him sooner!
Alex
Cocky as hell.
I've already headcanoned more than a few times that Alex has been with a couple of people before, so when you tell him that you've never cum before. He'll take that information in the sense of "Lol, that'll change by tonight."
And he really does mean tonight.
Whether y'all are friends-budding-into-lovers, established partners, friends with benefits etc. The moment you tell him this information, he's going to convince you to let him be the first one to give you a real, honest to god orgasm.
Bonus points if you follow up the confession with "Lol, I guess some people are just destined to never cum, am I right or am I right?"
And as much as I wanna headcanon Alex would make you cum on his fingers first before moving onto trying to give you his dick—
It's so much more fun to think that he'd immediately make you cum on his cock first <3.
All the while, he'd tell you, "How do you expect to be able to take my cock more easily in the future if you don't get some practice in now?"
"I promise, my dick kissing the deepest parts of your pussy will feel waayyyy better than my fingers, babe."
And it does, the first orgasm had you nearly passing out and seeing nirvana.
After wringing a couple more orgasms out of you, though, Alex both talking you through the intense pleasure as well as tease/encourage you to give him just one more orgasm— he'll finally let you rest and catch your breath.
But best believe, once you've caught your breath. It'll be time for another round!
After all, he didn't get to cum even once.
Harvey
This one was a bit hard to do ngl—
Mostly in the sense that— while Harvey knows how to make someone cum in the clinical sense. I feel like the way he'd go about it would be like a virgin truly seeing a sex part for the first time.
Like, yeah, he's examined plenty of patients, but having sex (especially with one of his patients—) with someone is a new area for him.
And to be frank? You'll be the one doing most of the teaching, even though you're the one who hasn't achieved an orgasm before (In a more realistic sense)
But in a non-realistic sense? Hear me out when I say that serious Harvey is actually buttering my gears rn.
Like, walk with me here— you finally come to terms that you're broken, you can't orgasm, and hell, you can't even get wet! You've tried to watch porn, read a couple of erotica novels here and there, or even tried to find a fling (which fails spectacularly).
And all of it hasn't gotten you anywhere!
Thus, you work up the courage to go to Harvey, trying to hype yourself up and come up with an entrance line to explain your situation without fumbling over your words.
Harvey expects this to be a routine case of patching you up after you've gone to the mines, but...imagine his shock when you flat-out tell him that you can't orgasm, much less get wet.
The proper thing for him to do would be to assure you that you're not broken and that you simply need to seek out different avenues that are both comfortable for your body as well as arouse your brain. But—he's harbored a crush on you for a while now, and has long convinced himself that a doctor/patient relationship isn't that bad so long as you return his feelings, right?
Thus, he guides you to lie on the bed and spread your legs. Hardly after a minute of teasing you through your underwear, you're already beginning to leak so much that you create a dark spot in the center! "Broken, hilarious," Harvey thinks to himself as he pulls your underwear to the side to begin touching you directly, listening to your soft moans and whines intently to ensure that you're still comfortable with his touch.
A few more gentle touches to your clit as he constantly talks to you through the pleasure, telling you exactly what he's doing and how wet you're getting because of it, you cum with a shuddery moan, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head from how good it feels to finally have relief.
Harvey doesn't tell you about his feelings right then and there.
He sends you off with a professional smile, all the while trying to ignore the ache in his pants as he watches you get onto your shaky legs and walk off.
You quickly return a few days later after realizing that your own touch doesn't compare to his
Shane
Kinda similar to Alex in a way? But I can see him being on more sleazy fuckboy timing depending on the status of your relationship with Shane when you tell him.
If you're in a committed relationship by this point, then I can see him being sweet and taking things slow with you. He'll finger you and make you orgasm once or twice on his fingers before moving on to eating you out and making you orgasm again on his tongue (Whether or not he makes you cum on his cock depends on how tired you are tbh, he knows how to jerk off in the shower)
Now, if you're closer to a friends-with-benefits relationship with Shane—
I feel like he'd be the type of guy to try and mold you to the perfect fucktoy for him (He already planned on doing it tbh, but the fact you've never had an orgasm with any other partner? He sees it as the perfect opportunity for you to make you addicted to him)
A bit of rough fingering here.
A bit of eating you out until your legs are numb over there—
He can't help but tease you when you're shaking from the amount of orgasms he's managed to get out of you!
"I've barely gotten started, and you're already shaking? Don't worry, I'll make sure to train that stamina of yours, too, while we're at it~"
"If you're cryin' from me eating you out, then I wonder how you'll sound on my cock."
And he couldn't have been closer to the truth of his words when he speared you on his dick, fucking you almost like he hated you as you came so hard on his cock to the point you squirted.
Although the goal of helping you experience what an orgasm felt like was to make you addicted to him.
After seeing you squirt on his dick and still beg for him to give you more? It was easy for Shane to admit to himself that he was the one getting addicted to you.
And he's more than happy to help you further solidify in your head exactly whose responsible for giving you so many orgasms!
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.
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!
***“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?”.***
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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!!
a/n: This took a while to write, sorry for procrastinating. Got a bit too silly :((
tw: 18+ mentions of b*ners and h*rniness, and implications of s*x
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Harvey 🩺
Harvey would be hesitant to ask if you're down to have sex, but whenever he's in the mood usually he tries to act like everything is fine. But really, he can't help but have his touch linger than you longer than usual 🤭, and he really is TRYING his best to remain respectful for you. 🥺
It's also easy to catch him staring at you as he bites his lips anxiously or how he fumbles slightly with his words when you're speaking with him, it's also not that easy to miss the way he faces his pants away from you. You can still catch the sight of that suspicious bump in his trousers 😚...
Despite the ache in his pants, he's not going to ask you to do something about it though! Since you've probably been busy with the hard work managing the farm,,, He doesn't want to bother you about it, unless you do like to bother with it. :))
Elliot ✒️
Only at seldom times does Elliott ever get into the mood, so there's hardly ever any time for him to ask for sex and stuff. But usually after his book tours or when you've been busy with whatever tasks you've taken up--Or had a long mining trip at Calico (They should add elevators ngl), he misses you a lot. 🥺
So when he feels deprived of you, Elliott is particularly very affectionate with you. Whether you're cooking and preparing dishes in the kitchen, watching tv on your big couch, or just about to sleep, expect to feel a pair of arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles himself into the back of your shoulders. 😌 (He's not subtle about it either).
He'll sometimes ask if you'd be willing, he may outright tell you that he "yearns" or "wants you". As he kisses the back of your neck, eyelashes fluttering up to look at you almost pleadingly, would you really say no to that face?
Shane 🐥
It's hard to say how often Shane gets horny, since he used to get a case of whiskey dick before he met you, but now that he has you, he has cut back on the alcohol, since he wants to live long enough and grow old with you. Back on topic, it really depends on how far you are in your guy's relationship.
Early on, he feels like it's unreal that you chose him of all people in Pelican Town, so whenever he does get in the mood, he doesn't want to burden you with something as troublesome as dealing with him. :( Whenever he does get the small courage to ask, he suddenly backs out. "Hey, is it okay if-- Nevermind. Forget I asked." is what you're mostly met with as he walks past you, ashamed. ☹️
But if you've been together for a while (or married), he does open up more about it. Whenever you two are just laying side by side in bed, he just thinks you're so pretty then suddenly he's got a boner! He would just hold your hand and gaze at you, waiting patiently. "If you want to of course." He would mumble, "It's not like you have to if you don't really feel like it." Well maybe you do. 😊
Sebastian 🐸
Sebastian's sex drive is kinda low, so it's very rare for him to get horny. But whenever he is? He's noticeably a lot more touchy and even clingy. Sebastian would be the one initiating physical affection with you. You two are lying in bed together? He has an arm wrapped around you, spooning. Oh you guys are playing on console together? You're now playing overcooked sat on his lap! He's busy coding? His hand is resting on your thigh "to feel less anxious".
Even if you're not always glued to the hip, he always finds a way to be near you. If you're cooking, he's sitting by the table, softly smiling at you. But when you're in public and he's in the mood? This boy is a MENACE. 😭 He'd innocently whisper the things he is imagining about you in your ear before pulling away with a cheeky grin as if nothing happened.
Sebastian would mention he needs to go home, before not so subtly letting you know that you can come with. With the way he's now smiling oh so sweetly! Maybe you are gonna get back at him for that.
Sam 🎸
With this boy? You already know he's constantly dtf 🙄, he doesn't even need to outright say it. Sam's already clinging onto you the second he sees you, any second he's humping against your leg like a dog in heat! Especially when he gives you this face. -> 🥺
"So..." He'd always start off before following up with a "Can we fuck?... Please?" Sam might add in a whine too if he begged. Though of course he won't force you if you're uncomfortable and not in the mood; He'd usually take care of himself in the bathroom.
But if you are in the mood and down to fuck.. Sam would be over the moon! He would be so happy and excited, kissing and touching you all over. Though your legs won't be happy either the next day.
Alex 🏈
Out of all the bachelors, Alex would be the shyest when it comes to being horny. His first instinct the moment he gets a boner around you is to avoid physical touch all together, he wants to be respectful with you is all..🥺 Dude won't let you sit on his lap, kiss him, or anything that involves you pressing your body against his and he refuses to let you touch him!
You'd know immediately when you straddle his lap, and when you lean close, you can hear this boy WHIMPER. 😩 Alex is trying his best to be a gentleman, but when his fingers are practically digging into your waist, he is holding back SO much.
He would rest his head against your shoulder, filling the room with his sounds. Alex would be PLEADING "Please-- please please can I touch you?" but he patiently tries to waits for you " That's probably enough teasing this poor guy don't you think?
(I should probably write a scenario of this ngl)
