pretty girl
⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ part two of perfect little thing part one | part two
sam x sebastian x f!reader
wc: 8,561
mdni -> mentions of stalker(ish) behavior, drug use, bondage, threesome (f/m/m), unprotected sex, blowjobs, creampies, mild angst, overstimulation, drug/alcohol use
you woke up sore.
littered in bites and bruises, lips chapped and cunt swollen, hips aching and throat dry.
tangled in a mess of your spare bedding, sebastian's arm hung loosely around you, already awake.
holy. fuck. what. fucking. happened.
—
it'd been two weeks. two long, grueling weeks since that night.
preparations for three different events and festivals, tilling soil and planting everything you could, demand on the rise as the bees began humming.
chicks hatching and grass growing unreasonably fast, fish biting at each sparkly lure thrown.
aging wine and packing honey with sticky fingers, housing another cat marnie found stranded.
you were exhausted.
barely able to get a few hours each night, sebastian helping as much as he could when he wasn't working, stuck behind his screen most nights as his own deadlines loomed overhead.
sam hadn't said a word to you since that night. no texts, no shitty memes sent to the group chat, no invites to the saloon.
he avoided you in town, eyes glued to the ground and body doing a full 180 in the opposite direction.
hell, he didn't even say anything when both you and sebastian had to cancel on solorian due to the sheer amount of work you both were doing.
he didn't answer your texts, none of it made sense.
sebastian said they handled it, that it was nothing but some miscommunication between the both of them, easily buffed out.
so why was sam avoiding you?
it was eating you alive, clawing at the back of your throat.
so, you did what any sane person would do.
told them both to show up at your house, no if-ands about it.
did you tell them that the other was coming?
no, but you were sure it would be fine.
right?
—
both of them sat on your couch, looking up at you like puppies being scolded for chewing up your shoes.
"sam, explain why the hell you've been avoiding us for the last two weeks. now," your arms were crossed, standing in front of sam as your eyes tore into him.
neither of them spoke, sebastian tapping his ring on the bottle of beer he'd been nursing for the last half hour while he prayed sam wouldn't fuck this all to hell.
this is not how he expected his evening to go.
sam's eyes locked on the cracks in the hardwood of your floor, leg bouncing with enough force to shake the candle on your end table.
he wished the earth would swallow him whole.
he knew there was a general plan, but nothing was ever truly solidified, and sharing hadn't ever been a problem before.
he thought sebastian's 'claims' were all in good fun, nothing too serious, not some law he was supposed to abide by.
that night proved him very, very wrong.
he didn't know sebastian was like that until his eyes changed in your bedroom, now a man who now burned holes into anyone who looked at you too long, always leaving marks visible beneath the worn out shirts you forgot to change out of when you rushed to pierre's for some last minute something.
you obviously fell right into sebastian's fucked up plan, bound by a loss of innocence and sweet nothings to cover the burn of your halo being torn off completely.
he didn't think sebastian would get away with it.
the egg festival nearly killed him. you were wearing a skirt, breeze blowing gently enough for his perverted stare to catch a hint of your panties when you bent over to help jaz re-tie her shoes.
he also caught bruises littering the inside of your thighs, sebastian's hand glued to the small of your back, mumbling in your ear and stepping away, offering him a cigarette while he was distracted with vincent, not enough time to run off.
he did take it, walking off with sebastian over the bright ribbon fencing, keeping the smoke away from the kids and not wanting you to follow, too stubborn to admit whatever it was bubbling in his chest when he saw you, and how sour it turned when his best friend filled the open space next to you.
they hadn't spoken since then.
it was complicated.
so very, very complicated.
sebastian used to be touchy with him. used to give all of his attention to him.
sebastian was the first guy he ever fucked for christ's sake, right in that basement that served as more of a safe haven than his own bedroom half the time.
then you came around, something in sebastian's eyes changing after you scared the shit out of him coming back from the mines while he smoked by the water, stars making the surface shimmer against the moonlight.
he would not shut up about you after that, about how unphased you looked despite the dirt settling under your fingernails, the burns and bruises forming around small cuts, carrying a fucking sword.
no rules were set, everything always so flexible between the people in town, no real labels fixed, even behind wedding rings.
it just all happened behind closed doors. no one talked about it, everyone knew about it.
so yeah, he'd been fucking around with penny and sebastian for years. hell, haley and alex had fooled around with him and sebastian, nothing was really off limits.
but you. you changed something with that stupid smile and tilt of your head when you were listening. you changed something when sebastian started leaving the house more hoping to see you.
you rewrote the way things operated. and you didn't even fucking know it.
sam could barely get any undivided attention from sebastian anymore, a few hours here and there, your constant presence through the winter suffocating his entire being.
your perfume, your laugh, the comments sebastian made about you under his breath to sam.
yeah, sebastian had blown him as some sort of half-assed apology a few times, sneaking off to the supply closet, making out here and there through shared cigarette smoke out back.
but it wasn't what it used to be.
sam caught the changes in sebastian instantly.
he waited outside the mines, hidden until he saw you cross the path back to your farm. he always had your chair a little closer to him, touches always lingering a second too long.
you either never got the hint, were too oblivious to know what was going on.
or for some reason he couldn't understand- you liked it.
that couldn't be the case, right?
then came the eavesdropping.
they really weren't planning on it, more so they just happened to be smoking in sam's backyard when they heard your voice coming from haley's bedroom.
they overheard everything. your pointers on how you think she should handle things depending on how abi was in a sexual setting, with the disclosure that you were a virgin.
they weren't convinced, there was no way a girl like you hadn't even orgasmed before.
it set something primal off in sebastian, straining against the worn denim of his jeans, pressing the nails of his free hand into his palm to remind himself he was real.
if this was all real, that he would get the chance to strip you of that innocence and keep it all to himself.
sam didn't clock it at first.
too lost on imagining haley and abi all over each other, or even you all over one of them, to watch through a window and pump himself raw.
it wasn't until sebastian called him out on staring at you while you talked to abi, presumably about her date with haley as your cross-faded eyes glazed over on the couch at the saloon with a foreign grit in his voice two days later that he started to get it.
cheeks warm and shirt tight, a sliver of your stomach peeking out as you got comfortable, unaware that your presence alone was sending each them down their own dangerous spirals.
sebastian walked you home that night, even though abi offered up her bed to you so you wouldn't have to stumble all the way home, bordering on crying when you thought about leaving your cats alone.
he stepped in before sam could, playing savior to show that he cared. that he cared more than sam.
sebastian thought he was crystal fucking clear when he said sam could help get you to finally take the hints he'd been throwing at you for a goddamn year.
that he would be there that night to keep you at ease, to make it feel normal.
he wasn't supposed to fuck you.
he thought sam understood that he called dibs, that you always looked to him first, that he knew more about you than sam ever would.
and he did.
he didn't just help his mom with repairs on the cabin. he didn't just keep one of the keys meant for your door as a spare in case you locked yourself out.
he didn't just watch you from the shadows in a breathless silence as you passed by his house just to wait until morning, hoping you made it home the night before.
he watched.
every single move of yours.
who you had over, what time you did what, slowly setting up cameras all around the farm.
one in your bedroom. living room. kitchen.
hidden in plain sight, disguised by smoke detectors and old security systems, a stuffed bear for your birthday with a camera in the eye.
no one knew. not even sam knew, too much of a loudmouth under an ounce of pressure, keeping the secret close to his chest as he watched you lose your mind over another set of panties gone missing.
oops.
you couldn't know, what if it scared you off? right into someone else's arms? right into sam's arms?
"sam, answer the fucking question," your voice knocked him out of his spiral, looking up at you while he stumbled over how he was supposed to stomach this, how the fuck to phrase this.
he wasn't even exactly sure what it was, a mix of jealousy and embarrassment and some stuffed away feeling that he refused to acknowledge.
he just wasn't exactly sure which part of all this set it off.
was it the lack of attention from seb, or the way he hopelessly held on to the fact that he would have his own chance with you? that sebastian would find that his idolization of you wasn't what you really were?
or was he just nursing a bruised ego?
"i- i let my own shit get in the way and i just- i don't know," he held his head in his hands, face hot and embarrassed.
"you're fucking jealous, is that what this is about?" sebastian scoffed, tilting his head over to look at him, tongue pressed into the inside of his cheek.
"i just-"
"you're jealous and your thought process was to ghost us? jesus christ sam you gotta stop smoking, ain't shit working right up there," sebastian was being smug with it, making fun of him just to add insult to injury.
he knew what he was doing. sebastian knew sam got off on this shit.
"i'm not jealous i just-" he was burning up, sides of his neck itching and cock throbbing through the panic of it all.
the embarrassment only made it worse.
"sam spit it out, please," you had yet to uncross your arms, slightly jutting out your hip to shift your weight.
"don't make my girl wait, sammy,".
"your girl? what you're official now?"
"is that what your problem is? sam i don't fucking understand what you're getting at here," you pressed your palms into your eyes, almost regretting ever letting that night happen.
you didn't want their decade of friendship to crumble because of you.
"i know what it is," sebastian leaned in close to sam, lips burning at the heat visible on sam's pulse, a sleazy smirk audible. "you didn't like that she chose me, huh? you thought you could take her from me, just like you did all those times in college, huh sammy?"
bingo.
sam fell silent, a deer in the headlights as sebastian figured it out before he could.
sebastian was right. girls always ended up falling for him, left pining for sam's attention. he wasn't needy with it, he was mean with it, always making sam pay for what he'd done one way or another.
almost like sam did it on purpose, even if it was just subconsciously.
not to mention the sick sense of accomplishment at being deemed better than sebastian at something.
he hated always being one step behind him, sebastian smarter than him when it came to most things, barely needing practice for something to be good at it.
so yeah, he was possessive over something he thought would be his.
but sebastian stole that from him before he realized it was happening. until your shiny eyes looked at sebastian like he hung the moon.
fuck.
"you're avoiding us because your ego got bruised?" you couldn't help but scoff, walking off to your kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and a lighter.
sebastian looked at him with a twisted glare, a swirling mess of anger and betrayal, the tick in his jaw set on making sam sit with the reality of what was happening.
of what the two of you might do to him.
he was going to be humiliated for his reaction to not getting what he wanted, simply to fuck sebastian over. to keep sebastian's attention, to leave you as nothing but friends with benefits so he could still have sebastian wrapped around his finger.
he needed to pay for what he caused. for what he did.
for making you worry, for making you feel like you fucked up, when all sam had to do was apologize.
sam bit down on his bottom lip, hating the sick thrill he got from it all, how he'd never seen that look in sebastian's eyes in all the years he'd known him.
"for how bruised your little ego is, you sure seem to be getting off on this," sebastian pawed at the bulge in sam's jeans abruptly, painfully leaking and stifling a moan behind his teeth. "almost makes me think you did it on purpose,".
sam closed his eyes and let a soft whine slip out, two weeks without sebastian touching him was agony.
even though he really, really just wanted your throat again, your cunt again, your anything again.
he wanted your attention, wanted sebastian to see that he could take his place at any point.
maybe he ignored you on purpose, the devil on his shoulder laughing with each attempt you made to reach out, that both of you would be so mad you'd surrender your attention to him out of pity and frustration and everything in between.
"fuck you," his jaw pulled tight, sebastian's palm rubbing against him rougher than before, trying so hard not to stutter up into the friction, to not cave in, to get up and fuck you in front of seb just to prove a damn point.
his head was spinning, synapses shorting out with the overwhelming hum of his thoughts, the glimmer of sebastian's lip ring, the way you looked so fucking hot when you were mad, the flush of embarrassment and sinking realization that he was jealous and acted so childish about it.
he couldn't even think straight if he tried despite being completely sober, blood rushing below the belt and letting the fog settle in its place within his skull.
it took everything sebastian had in him to not press hard enough to hurt, to not tear into him for the next three hours about how much of a prick he was, about how badly it hurt every time sam one-upped him, all of it.
about how angry seb was for years, how despite it all he would listen through the walls each time sam drug someone to his room, the smug wink he gave him each time, about how fucking confusing it all was.
every nerve ending fought to hold his tongue, to see what you wanted done, even if sebastian wanted nothing more than to make sam beg for attention on his knees until they bruised to the marrow.
but that's what sam wanted. his subconscious just took the reigns this time.
he wanted sebastian to degrade him, to treat him like nothing but a common whore while he used him to the point of tears.
it would still be that attention he was crying for.
he bit it back, swallowing the twitch of his tongue, venom burning in his chest.
no, he was going to make sam wish he would yell at him, hit him, anything.
"you'll have to ask my girl if i can do that," sebastian was going to have fun with this, so lost in his own spiral of punishment, sam so lost in the fraction of contact he was given that neither of them noticed you standing a few feet from the couch watching the entire ordeal.
you cleared your throat, sam already looking ruined, sebastian moving back into his seat to let you settle between them.
you heard all of it, suspicions confirmed, fluttering around in the back of your head since you pulled off of sam's cock with a bruised throat.
you were pissed, weeks of thinking you did something wrong, that you ruined a life-long friendship, that sebastian was lying to you about everything.
how the fuck were you supposed to get back at them for this?
—
you couldn't get the lingering taste of anger out of your throat.
you sat there and spun on it, cuticles beginning to bleed as you tried to think through it all.
you made them sit through hours of television, too many smoky inhales and another bottle of wine lulling the festering rage, swimming in the same high you felt the last time all three of you sat on your couch with bloodshot eyes.
focus shifting to blinking and breathing, trying to ignore your cunt drooling as you replayed the memory, your high mixing with the sugary wine only making your clit throb against the seam of your denim shorts incessantly.
you were supposed to be mad at them, not soaking your damn panties over this.
quick glances caught sam trying to adjust the bulge in his pants countless times, sebastian not fairing any better, all while you pressed your thighs together.
the tension settled so thick you swore you could taste it, searing the enamel on your teeth as you tightened your jaw.
it didn't help that sam's thigh pressed against yours as you put your feet on the coffee table, all while sebastian's hand traced lines up and down the other.
it was suffocating.
the heat radiating off sam made your chest flush, biting your bottom lip nearly the entire time, torturing yourself to see if one of them would cave in.
you were not going to be the one to start this. they were going to handle this. not you.
adjusting yourself again, you parted your thighs just a little bit, a hidden invitation for either to take, not even caring about who it was at this rate.
even if sebastian was technically your boyfriend now.
obviously the monogamy was an afterthought, a concept that applied some of the time.
not that you were really complaining about that, if you were being completely honest.
your eyes were still glued forward, both of them now looking at you with a hunger you'd never seen before, heavier now that they knew what you felt like. what you tasted like.
what you sounded like.
sebastian took the bait first, shifting his body towards you with his elbow on the backrest, hand holding his head up, fingertips tracing over the seam of your shorts, looking right past you to gaze at sam like nothing was happening.
sebastian had learned most of your cues by now, fucking the stress right out of the both of you every night since that night.
except it'd been three whole nights this time around, his work deadlines and the shipments you had to fill left you both too tired to make the trek to one house or the other.
but you were addicted. once that halo was ripped from your skull, all you wanted was to be fucked stupid over and over and over again while your pretty little wings turned darker by the second.
sam took another swig from the bottle, catching the movement in the process, nearly choking on his spit at how blatantly sebastian was torturing him.
with no warning, sebastian pressed right on your clit, heartbeat thrumming against the seam, a choked gasp filling the room as he pressed circles against you at an agonizing pace.
sam was torn, eyes flickering between your parted lips, sebastian's heady glare, the veins in his hand as he gave you just enough to whine, not enough to satiate.
he didn't bother asking, leaning in and wrapping his hand around your throat, pulling your lips against his in sheer frustration, all tongue and teeth and heaving breaths before you could register it.
you weren't really sure how sebastian was going to react, but you also didn't care, too pent up and sick of the tension, too high to think straight, too high to move.
"the fuck you think you're doing?" sebastian yanked you off him by the hair, scalp stinging.
"what's it look like i'm fuckin' doing?" his grip on your throat tightened, pulling you back towards him.
sebastian had stopped rubbing your clit, hand falling still at the audacity sam had, never thinking he would actually do anything, fueling that sadistic fire in his lungs.
your brows pinched, willing yourself to cross your arms as you let them eye-fuck each other like you didn't exist, fully enthralled with pissing each other off all because of you.
you couldn't deny the fact that it was fucking hot, fighting against your own need to knock them out of this to pay attention to you.
sam noticed, shoving sebastian's still hand out of the way to tend to your needs, only for sebastian to grab his wrist. hard.
"no touching until you apologize for ruining shit," sebastian's voice was low, condescending, fucking with sam in all the right ways.
"ruining shit? what the fuck are you-"
"guys," you were fed up, so neglected it hurt, soaking through your panties and your shorts in a few minutes time. "bedroom, now,".
both of their heads snapped to you, sebastian's grip dropping on sam's wrist, startled how stern you were, how mad you looked.
they both nearly moaned, sam following your orders in an instant while sebastian raised a brow, testing your resolve, waiting for you to waiver just a bit.
"don't fucking test me right now," your eyes narrowed, so desperate to be touched you swore you might die, but not giving him the satisfaction of crumbling under his stare.
yet.
"or what?" he leaned in to the crook of your neck, breath hot on your pulse, fingers now digging into the plush of your waist.
"or i'll let sam fuck me and you only get to watch, now go," you pulled his hands away from your sides, practically shoving him off you, trying to figure out what the hell you were going to do with them.
"pushing your luck, baby," he tutted, taking the bottle of wine with him while he walked down the hallway towards your bedroom.
he'd get you to cave in, begging for him to do anything, everything, something. he knew you were already stoned, already tipsy, a dangerous mix that dropped your inhibitions to zero.
the veil of confidence slipped for just a second, breathing in the air less saturated in cologne and unspoken grudges.
—
they were both shirtless, staring at the doorway and waiting for you to waltz in, both of them fighting the urge to drag you in - the thrill of your delay getting to both of them.
even though you and sebastian were official, you couldn't help but yearn for both of them to fuck their frustrations out on you, leaving you so cockdrunk you couldn't see straight.
stopping in the doorway, both of them looked up at you with polar opposite expressions, both nearly making your knees buckle.
sam looked desperate, a dog punished and told off, unable to stand still and barely able to stop himself from palming his cock over his jeans until he came.
sebastian looked predatory, tied up with iron chain and tugging on the metal until it gave, clenching his jaw hard enough for the hinges to crack to try and stop himself from throwing you onto the bed and making you pay just for a thinking you could be a brat to him.
you stood between sebastian's legs, wrapping your arms around his neck and batting your lashes at him.
"handle your boyfriend, baby," a mean tilt to your voice sank into his ears, frustration bubbling over and refusing to let the bruise of lost attention darken any further.
"he's not my bo-"
"sebastian," a warning sign, the last you were going to give.
both of you looked over at him, sebastian's hands on your hips and kneading the flesh, false pity on your face while the stars aligned in his head.
sebastian spun you around, sitting you down on the edge of the bed, looking for your approval to leave you untouched.
a simple nod had him crowding sam's space, pupils taking over the last of his irises before he unbuckled sam's belt, nearly breaking the button and zipper as he palmed sam's cock once, before grabbing his face hard.
"strip," was all he said, labored and settling a second too late, sam stuttering as he shoved his jeans and boxers down in one go.
"sit," his palm shoved into his chest, forcing him to stumble back into your chair, grabbing a piece of rope you had lying around, excess from a project that never quite worked the way you wanted it to.
you watched as sebastian pulled sam's hands back, posture straightening as his wrists were bound together with practiced knots, tugging on them for good measure and dragging the chair beside your bed.
sam was leaking, the tip of his cock red and begging for attention, drops of pre leaking on to his stomach, coating the metal of his piercing.
his heart sank, spine aching for any sort of contact, for any sort of friction.
this was not what he had in mind, yet the precum coating his stomach was telling on him.
looming over him, sebastian titled his chin up, lips nearly grazing, smiling at sam trying to chase them as he pulled back, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"be a good boy for us, yeah?"
sam nodded with blind enthusiasm, twitching at the way you looked at him, like he was pathetic.
seeing them so close, teetering on collision and pent up tension, had you dripping, thighs pressed together for any sort of friction, saliva pooling in your mouth as you stared at him, needing something, anything, now.
"eyes on me, baby," sebastian turned to crowd your space, grabbing your chin to force your attention.
finally leaning in, he kissed you hard, taking any smoke stained air right out of your lungs as he dug his fingers into your scalp, cradling the back of your head to keep you from running.
aching for friction, your hips tried to buck into him, tried to meet his straining cock to slide against, broken whines swallowed up by his lips before they were voiced.
he smirked against your lips, knowing you were desperate, knowing that nothing was going on in that pretty little head of yours except for blinding need.
his free hand worked to unbutton your shorts, pulling the zipper down slowly, savoring the way your stomach twitched at his every touch.
pulling you off his lips, he shoved you into the mattress, yanking down your since ruined shorts and your slick soaked panties in one fluid motion.
he tossed them in sam's direction, not paying him any mind, not giving him attention.
grabbing your ankles, he pulled you flush to the edge of the bed, kneeling on the ground and eye level with your cunt.
right where sam could see everything.
tracing his hands up your thighs on his shoulders, he pushed the hem of your shirt up, soaking up the way your stomach twitched with each hint of movement.
you were so fucking needy, honeyed slick making a mess all on its own, begging for him to do something about it.
you hated how quickly your attitude dissolved with the smallest breath of attention, hated that sam's glossy eyes on you only made it worse.
sebastian planned on teasing you, planned on taking control of the room, all efforts falling through the floor as he huffed the scent of your arousal coating the heat in front of him.
reaching your hand down, you laced your fingers through his hair and yanked him into you, watering mouth latching on to your clit on instinct.
wrapping his arms around your thighs, he pulled you closer, hips half off the bed, teasing your entrance with his tongue only to find his way back to your throbbing clit, repeating the cycle with rhythmic precision.
he was greedy with it, coaxing each drop of sap out of you and swallowing every last one, fingertips bruising the plush of your thighs in an attempt to hold you still.
locking your ankles behind his head, you pulled his hair harder, goosebumps riddling your skin as he moaned into your cunt with the sting of his scalp and your syrupy whines.
you wanted more, wanted to feel full, head full of memories from then.
"s-seb," you pulled him free, his swollen lips coated in a sticky sheen, brows pinched in annoyance at the separation.
"yeah?" his breath was hot against your skin, throat bobbing as he fought between the urge to punish you for having the gall to tear him away and listening to what was so damn important that it couldn't be pieced together through broken moans.
"wan' more," you batted your lashes in feigned innocence, bottom lip jutted as you broke eye contact, glancing over at sam and nearly coming undone just from the sight.
he was a disaster. eyeliner smudged from water pooling and sticking to his lashes, veins in his arms barely contained under skin as he fought the rough restraints pinning him back.
his chest a splotchy red, pre sticking to his stomach and dripping onto the chair between his tattooed legs, cock an angry flush of red as it twitched at your split second of attention.
"don't look at him," sebastian rose from his knees, sliding you back on the bed all in one swift move, grabbing your jaw and digging his fingers into the fat of your cheeks to force your eyes back to him.
he let go of your jaw with a rough release, the outline of your teeth now printed on the inside of your cheek, frustration bubbling tenfold with each passing second you were being unattended to.
"don't tell me your ego is being bruised now too, baby," the smirk on your lips was evil, huffing a laugh at how stunned he was, lips still glossy with your slick.
"sammy honey," you looked past sebastian and right into sam's tear soaked eyes, pussy clenching on nothing at the broken whimper you were met with.
"hm?" you almost felt bad for him, every muscle taught and chest heaving.
sebastian turned around to see sam in shambles, blood beginning to boil as he saw the way he looked at you, like an angel coming to save him.
seb didn't catch the sick look in your eye, forgoing your own climax as you remembered he had an awful lot to make up for, too.
"want sebby to blow you?" you tilted your head so sweetly, reveling in the frantic nod the blonde gave before you were even done speaking, a sweet smile to sebastian who looked betrayed.
"what?" he scoffed, running his fingers through his hair.
"go on, sweetheart," a standoff simmered between his creased brow and your raised one, crossing your arms until he caved.
he wasn't used to being the one receiving demands, wasn't used to being denied what he wanted, but god did it make him impossibly harder.
not that he would give you the satisfaction of that admission, swallowing any reaction for the sake of his dwindling pride.
he slowly crawled off of you, breath catching at the heat sam was radiating, slowly dropping to his knees.
"nuh-uh, strip for us," you had settled against the wall, legs still spread wide like a reward, taunting them with the thing they both wanted so badly.
"jesus christ," he bit the inside of his cheek, face flushed with the attention, air stopping its fluttered movement to watch all the same.
his belt hit the floor with feigned confidence, stepping out of his jeans and boxers as he slid them off in one go, turning his head to roll his eyes at you before his knees hit hardwood.
"always such a wreck, aren't you?" sebastian tutted, running his hands up sam's legs at an agonizing pace.
"fuck you," sam barely got the words out before sebastian's hand wrapped around him, thumb tracing over the pre that coated his pierced tip. "ffff-uckk," his head fell back, nearly cumming from a single touch.
a satisfied hum reverberated in sebastian's chest, leaning down to lick a single line up sam's cock, eyes trained up on the forced bob of his throat.
the shattered sob that echoed sent sparks down your spine, sebastian's mouth suddenly so full at a single dip of his head and the ruin sam was in was devastating.
you didn't know how fucking hot it was to watch the two of them until now, heart beating so fast you swore your pulse was visible, breath bated to hear the vulgar sounds echoing off the walls.
you watched him take sam to the base, nose pressed against his stomach, a stray tear streaming down sam's face.
"f-fuhhh-ck, please don't stop seb holy ffff," he could barely spit the words out, wrists red as he pleaded to set them free, to grab the back of sebastian's head and make him choke.
spit pooled on the wood beneath them, muffled moans hushed by the weight of sam's dripping cock on his tongue, hair messy and knees bruising.
you felt damn near starstruck, throat dry yet mouth salivating, eyes pinned open.
sam couldn't even spit out a warning when sebastian sucked even harder, cheeks hollowing around him and tongue drawing lazy circles over the head, sputtering out ropes down his throat with heaving breaths.
sebastian swallowed it all without thought, lost in the motions with eyes fluttering between sam's face and fully closed, eyeliner smudged all the same as he cleaned up every last drop.
sebastian finally pulled off, sam still painfully hard, utterly overstimulated yet whimpering at the loss, sitting back on his heels.
"better?" you tried your best to sound composed, condescending, sebastian turning around instantly with a glare you'd never seen before, all while sam sniffled and nodded.
with swollen lips and spit still on the corner of his mouth, sebastian practically jumped you, standing and crowding your space before you could register it.
"y'think you're funny, don't you?" he pulled you away from the wall with a harsh tug on your hips, nearly tearing your shirt as he worked to get it off you, bra discarded all the same.
"probably think you're in charge here, huh?" grabbing the back of your neck, he tilted your head to the side, kissing down your throat once before sucking in a bruise, sinking his teeth into the fragile skin nearly enough to bleed, blood vessels reminded of who really had claim over them.
"you did listen like a good boy though, isn't that right sammy?" you fluttered your lashes with a sleazy smirk on your lips, trying to seem composed.
sam pulled his eyes away from your exposed form, drool pooling on the corner of his mouth, eyes wide and pupils dilated enough for the color to vanish completely.
"y-yeah," he mumbled, praying if he was good you'd let him free, let him paw at your skin, to sink his teeth into sebastian, to do something beyond sitting there and struggling.
you watched sebastian as he pulled away, jaw setting as he took a single deep breath before he snapped, completely fed up with how much fun you seemed to be having watching him suffer.
with dizzying speed he flipped you on to your stomach and up the bed, pulling your hips up and spreading your knees apart before you even knew what was happening.
he scoffed at the slick coating the inside of your thighs, warm and tacky against your skin, shiny in the lamplight as you squirmed under his stare.
"this fuckin' wet just from watching me blow him? god you're filthy baby," you felt his length slide between your swollen folds, catching your painfully neglected clit as he coated himself in the honey pouring out of you at a humiliating rate.
turning your head to the side to try and look back at him, bruised knees now on the soft bedding as he shifted, you caught the way his eyes were glued to the sight.
"'s that a probl- fuck fuck fuck seb oh my god," halfway through your sentence he bucked up into you, fighting the resistance with how tight you were around him, cursing under his breath for not taking the time to work you open.
only halfway in and your legs shook, the stretch almost burning before simmering into warmth, bucking your hips back into him for just a little more.
without thought he slammed into you, hips smacking against the fat of your ass before nearly pulling out all the way, just to bully his way back in with a kind of fervor that was blinding.
broken moans we're pulled from your throat louder than you'd expected, tears welling near instantly, every nerve ending sparkling white and buzzing.
"fuckin' mean, y'know that?" sebastian's voice fell low, teeth gritting together to hide his heaving breaths, fingers digging bruises to the bone.
"nuh-uh," you tried to shake your head, barely noticeable with how much strength he was holding you down with.
"no?" he scoffed, burying himself impossible deeper as he leaned over you, crying out at the abuse to that spongey little spot over and over and over again. "didn't even let me finish eatin',".
"w-whatever oh my g-od," he let go of one hip just to grab a handful of your hair and pull your head up from the mattress, forcing your arch deeper than you even thought it could go.
you could barely breathe, airways restricted with each thrust knocking what little air you had left out of you, swearing on your life that he was in your lungs.
he licked up a stray tear from your cheek before letting you go and placing that hand on the small of your back and pushing.
"'m close please pl-please seb f-uck," your words barely audible as you sobbed into your bedding, legs trembling, only held up by his primal grip.
"y' think you deserve to cum, baby?" you felt his hand slowly shift from the small of your back to right above your clit, toying with the idea and sending another wave of slick out of you.
"mhm," you sniffled, cunt tightening around him with each bruising thrust, the thread holding your orgasm back nearly tearing under the pressure.
"what'd'y think, sammy," sebastian looked over to sam, eyes transfixed on the way you sucked sebastian in so well, the drips of arousal pooling under you, the flush on his hips from repeated thrusts, peripheral blurring entirely.
"let h-her," sam whimpered, rope indenting his skin and leaving tiny little bruises from his unrelenting squirms against them.
you nearly cried at the words spilling past sam's lips, sebastian leaning into you and shoving you into the mattress, fingers finding your clit on instinct, arms tucked under you and forced to simply take it.
"you're l-lucky he's desperate," sebastian's voice was low against your neck, nipping your throat as you unraveled before you could warn him.
kept up only by his unrelenting grip, cunt spasming around him in fluttered beats, his hips stuttered and thrusts grew messy as moans spilled past his tongue before he could catch them.
"fuckin' dirty girl, aren't you? should've made you work for it,".
you could barely process his reprimands through your fucked-out haze, legs more akin to jelly as you sobbed under him, high seemingly refusing to crash and voice cracking with each sound pushed from your throat.
everything turned blurry, hearing muffled and nerve endings sparking, nearly collapsing entirely as he came hard.
the warmth flooded inside you, pushed deeper and deeper and deeper with each bullying press, each bruise of your cervix, each moan filling the room.
your spine ached, sighing in relief as he pulled out devastatingly slow, letting your hips fall into the wrinkled bedding with your face still buried in the fabric.
"seb please," sam's voice cracked hard, a sniffle barely heard over the creak of the wooden chair, pleading to be let free. "please i've been good i'm sorry i'm so-"
"quit whining," sebastian snapped, still painfully hard and cheeks flush, barely holding on to the last thread of restraint keeping him from untying him.
"babe," your eye roll audible as you weakly propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at sam, spit pooling in your mouth as he looked somehow more ruined, genuine remorse in his blown out eyes.
"tch," his jaw locked hard, possession creeping back in, jealously boiling.
a pit formed in his chest as he knew you were going to get what you wanted despite his disdain, even if it tore him apart entirely.
who was he to tell you no?
was he happy about it in the slightest? absolutely the fuck not, but he would be damned if he let sam ruin anything else for him, or god forbid out him.
he felt your side way glare, the way your pupils narrowed so quickly, a reminder that he was in the doghouse, too.
a strangled sigh crept out, jaw set so tight you could practically hear his molars cracking under the pressure as he made his way behind sam, tugging his hair back to force him to look up and behind.
towering behind him, sebastian leaned over just enough for his swollen lips to brush the shell of sam's ear, a faint shiver running down his spine.
"don't let her down," his words sunk into sam's skin quick, permission handed over in a single hushed sentence, one you couldn't even hear.
shifting on to your side, you propped your head up with your palm, elbow pressed into the mattress as you tried your best to collect yourself, to steady your breathing before you lost it for good given the look plastered on sebastian's face.
he took his sweet time undoing the knots that had been bruising for what felt like hours, relief flooding in bit by agonizing bit to his fingertips.
shaking out his arms once for good measure, he stood slowly, looking back at sebastian just to make sure he really was allowed to touch you this time around, hesitation lingering behind the gloss of need coating his eyes.
"sam, c'mere," you sat up, pulling his attention away from the possessive stare sebastian held. "'s okay, yeah?"
all he could do was nod, heart damn near beating out of his chest, cock painfully throbbing as a few rivulets of pre spilled over.
grabbing his wrist, you pulled him onto the bed and kissed him hard before he could begin to protest.
sam immediately sunk into your touch, a heavy moan simmering in his throat as you ran your fingers up his arm to the nape of his neck, tugging his hair just enough to sting and smiling against his lips at the sound of him pretending he still had a sliver of dignity left to save.
his hands were everywhere, fingertips digging into your waist hard enough to bruise just to leave and paw at your chest, wanting to feel every inch of you all at the same time and frustrated he couldn't do so.
your brain was fuzzy already, skin flushed and cunt dripping all over again with sebastian's cum spilling out far too fast for his liking.
before you could blink you were on your back, head nearly off the foot of the bed, one leg thrown over his shoulder all at once.
you were so sensitive, swollen from sebastian's bullying, shivering once as the mess sticking to your cunt hit the air.
"so messy, pretty girl," he huffed a small laugh before sliding himself between your folds, piercing hot against your swollen clit with each slow roll against you.
his lips met your neck, hesitating for a fraction of a second before sucking a dark bruise against your pulse, testing waters he knew he shouldn't, yet too lost in the moment to care.
pulling away from your neck ever so slightly, he drew back just a little farther before catching on your leaking hole, letting inch by agonizing inch sink in.
"ffff-uck sammm," your fingernails instantly dug into his arms, crescent moons forming with each inch, head tipping back.
"fuck you feel so fucking good," sam dropped his head, fixated on the slight swell of your belly as he buried himself to the hilt, breathing labored and hair falling in his face.
pulling out until he was almost out, he buried himself hard, over and over and over again.
you swore he was bruising every inch of your cervix, trying to imprint his name over sebastian's like a madman.
"god you're fucking perfect holy ss-shit," sam was panting, hooking your other leg over his shoulder and pressing your knees to your chest with dizzying speed, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as he hit just where you needed him most.
"fuck," sebastian muttered under his breath, cock aching all over again.
jealousy sat heavy, but the sight of you so utterly helpless under sam flipped a switch this time around, a filthy smirk creeping up his lips.
you felt a presence behind you, a shadow looming over your head still halfway off the mattress, opening your eyes to sebastian's flushed length overhead.
"open up, pretty girl," he smeared his precum over your lips until you parted them, brain a fuzzy mess as sam refused to slow.
left without a choice, you slowly took sebastian down your throat, choking on his impatient thrust while sam inadvertently pushed you into sebastian.
above you, sebastian sucked in a breath through his teeth before grabbing sam by the throat and kissing him hard.
both of their paces stuttered at the contact, resentment spilling out as they made a mess of each other while they used you.
with each gag you squeezed sam impossibly tighter, climax creeping up on you faster than you'd ever admit.
muffled moans reverberated in your throat, sebastian nearly shivering at the vibrations with each involuntary bob of your head.
"i still fuck her better," seb mumbled between each bruising kiss, each tug on his bottom lip, jealousy getting the better of him with each moan you couldn't get out, each tremble of your pinned legs, each sign that you were close.
"bullshit," sam spat back, one hand slithering down your leg to your unattended clit, a sob trying to make its way out of your lungs.
"shut the fuck up," sebastian bit, tugging on sam's hair hard, eliciting the filthiest moan you'd ever heard him make.
sam tried to hold pace, to keep the circles on your clit steady, faltering terribly as sebastian latched on to the exposed column of his throat and sucked a deep bruise under his pulse.
you shattered, spasming around sam so tight he didn't know what to do with himself, coaxing him over the edge instantly.
sebastian wasn't fairing any better, spilling down your throat before he could catch it, warmth flooding your mouth as you tried your best to swallow.
it was so filthy, bed ruined, air filled with nothing but poor attempts to catch your breath and the scent of debauchery.
sam stayed buried inside you, aftershocks still coursing through and refusing to let him go.
you felt utterly limp, completely spent and fingertips buzzing, a sheen of sweat stuck to your forehead.
through heavy blinks, you somehow ended up in the tub once more, lavender settling into your airways and joints thanking you in silent reprieve at the warm water.
this time, though, there was no fighting. you had a glass of water with your favorite straw, music playing low from someone's phone.
sebastian brushed your hair out of your face, wiping away the sweat from your forehead and the spit from your lips with a warm cloth, little praises muttered in your ear making your cheeks run warm.
sam washed his face in the sink, tying half his hair up with ties he'd left in the past, boxers sitting low on his hips.
he leaned down and kissed your forehead despite sebastian's glare, leaving the bathroom for a moment with tired steps.
"did so good f'us, baby," sebastian pressed featherweight kisses to your warm cheeks, one after the other until both were buzzing with his lingering touch. "so good,".
you hummed with a shy smile, water gently moving as you readjusted in the tub, unable to meet his eye.
sam came back with the bong in hand, lighter in the other, crouching down with his knees touching sebastian's.
"c'mere pretty girl," sam helped you sit up a little further, sebastian leaning you forward just enough to not choke on the inhale, sam's lighter letting the smoke simmer as you pressed your kiss-bitten lips to the glass.
pulling the stem, you inhaled far too much for your own good, accidentally coughing the smoke right back in his face before you could turn your head.
leaning back against the tub with your head on the tile, you could barely keep your eyes open, more relaxed than you'd ever thought possible.
"can you…both…stay?" you mumbled, water starting to cool, bubbles slowly falling.
they exchanged a glance, one you couldn't quite place, before sebastian spoke.
"sure, sweetheart, anything for you, yeah?" he noticed your single shiver that you tried to restrain as the heat left the bath, looking over at sam to grab your towel.
the rest passed in a blurry images, only certain of one thing - you were cuddled between them on your bed, dressed in new bedding and soft lamplight.
it was then when it clicked.
you didn't want to pick just one of them, so why choose one, when you could have both?
right?
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