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never in a million years did you think moving to an abandoned farm miles and miles away from everything you knew, would end up this way.
beating the cold air that autumn nights carried squished between two best friends, the third watching an arms length away, surely was a way to beat hypothermia.
truthfully, i think i might burn to death.
a classic case of polar opposites, on near opposite ends of town, best friends with some very intense benefits.
casually flirting your way into friendships, brushing every gift off as a nice gesture.
as if getting those damn frozen tears was as simple as that.
it was all just for fun, right?
the suffocation came quick, air hot and heavy, all trapped in the paint chipped walls of your cabin.
but nothing like this was ever thought possible, until tipsy advances and slipped secrets fell out of the shields made of cheap costumes, losing pieces quicker than you could catch them.
three stragglers left behind, everyone else off with their own one night stands.
left with sam, alex, and seb, faces flushed, tension cutting off any sense of logical thinking, thoughts wandering with the river of alcohol seeping through your bloodstream.
by some miracle, three eligible bachelors were nearly at your feet, some more discreet than others.
sure, after a long day hauling too many things around town, you would settle down for the night and let your imagination run free as you drank the healing wounds from the mines away.
sure, you had thought about it before. more times than you would like to admit.
but now it was real.
“wait, all three of you..? no fucking way”.
“you act like we just killed a family, jesus,” seb couldn’t help but laugh just a little, rolling his eyes.
looking around, alex’s eyes glued to the floor, face redder than the barns that littered your farm.
sam and seb holding a knowing look, a smirk pulling up on sebs lips.
fuck, alex is in on it too?
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you had found your way to sam’s lap, the tight jeans that had been torn to near shreds showing the stick and poke tattoos on his thighs, did nothing to help the bulge that had already been around since you winked at him with a solo cup in hand, far to long ago.
a needy whimper escaped your throat as seb fisted a handful of your hair, pulling your head back enough for your eyes to be locked on the ceiling.
sam’s drooling lips glued to your chest, abnormally sharp teeth breaking your tender flesh enough to mark you as his for weeks.
in tandem, his calloused fingers, worn from metal strings and breaking falls on uneven pavement, slithered inside your sopping wet cunt, pulling him in knuckles deep without trying.
legs spread wide open for him, forced open over his lap as his thighs ensure yours don’t close, seb pushed up against your ass with his mouth glued to your neck.
bruises littered every bit of skin they could manage to reach, making it seem like you got your ass kicked in the mines, not signs of possession and feverish lust that rendered any thoughts useless.
between the two, eyes pricked with tears of god knows what , sebs index and middle fingers rubbed gentle circles around your swollen bud, your entire being shocked with the unexpected touch.
each nerve ending met with too much stimulation, legs fighting to keep you remotely upright, choked cries the only sounds that could escape through your barely open windpipe.
it was godly, every bit of you on the cusp of overstimulation, breathing heavy as your hips instinctually rocked back and forth on his digits, desperately close already.
“oh baby…” sam slurred, clicking his tongue in the cockiest tone you had ever heard from him. “gonna cum already?”
all you could manage was a whimper against sebastian's grip that pulled tighter, nodding your head as best as you could against the unexpected strength of his fingers alone.
each pump of sam’s digits assaulted the spongey, desperate spot you needed to be pushed over the edge, holding the same. exact. rhythm. as the pads of sebastian’s fingers made your folds only swell more.
for an eternity, your core pulled tighter and your nails dug deeper into your own thighs for a false sense of stability.
despite every effort to keep upright, your entire body trembled, doing its very best to collapse into itself as you were forced to ride out your overstimulating release, soaking sam’s fingers down to his wrist, too much slick pooling anywhere it could.
the sounds that tried to escape your chest cavity were cut short into broken cries as you tried to babble out pornographic moans, whimpers, anything.
“what a good girl, cumming for us so easily,” seb nipped at your neck as his praise pricked your spine enough to elicit a shiver, a shaky hum the only sound you could manage. “don’t you think, ‘lex?”.
seb’s grip on your hair released just to find your cheeks, flushed and damp with tears that had slipped out as a last resort for your body to release against the touch of two men.
digging his fingers into them, he forced you to look at the puppy dog eyes of a struggling image of a man you never thought would look so needy.
white knuckled grasp on his cock, tip red and glistening with drops of precum, eyes glossy as he tried to slow his pace down as your already fucked out face met his.
you were on complete display for him, helpless, flushed, and marked beyond belief. Infatuated, starstruck.
“m-mhm,” he nodded hesitantly, teeth too busy digging into his bottom lip.
“whadaya think we should do with her next? hm?” sam stuttered as his fingers drug out of you, fascinated with the way your slick coated his fingers, sticky as he pulled his fingers apart slightly.
turning your head towards sam at the release of sebs bruising fingers, something…evil in his glare.
you watched him nod as he reveled in the fear that struck your eyes, blatantly painted on your face as you felt sebastian’s warmth leave your exposed back.
without warning, both your wrists were caught in sam’s grip, pulled towards sebastian who appeared by your side without warning.
bright red leather cuffs, chain in between, slapped around your fragile joints, smirk on both their faces.
“this is what you get for leading us on for so long. think of this as the start of your payment,”. your upper body jolted forward at the tug of the chain between your wrists, forehead pressed against sebs, forced to meet his dilated eyes.
payment…?
pulling you off of sam without asking, without warning, laying you flat on your bed. head hanging off the edge, feeling the mattress expand as sam’s body left the spot he had been in for far too long.
“ hey, ‘lex, who goes first?” sam questioned as he hastily took the rest of his clothes off, unblinking as his length slapped against his stomach.
“i-umh, uh, seb?” he hesitated, the uncertainty stuck in his throat as he tried to rid his mouth of the dryness it had accumulated so quickly, as if he was afraid to make the wrong decision.
unable to support your own head up, arms forced over your head and hanging further over the edge of the bed, suddenly unsupported as the grasp on the chain dropped.
the sound of another pair of jeans hit the floor, your body running cold at the deafening tension crushing the atmosphere.
any light was blocked by the one behind the entire thing, who had plotted this for so. long.
one leg over his shoulder, both. knees forced to press against your swollen tits, drops of blood seeping out of bite marks surrounded by dark purple bruises.
not having the chance to see sebastian’s desperate fingers grip around his freed cock, you could feel how big he was, how heavy he was.
desperate tip sliding between your swollen folds, catching your cluster of nerves for a moment in time, just to alllmost slip inside on the way back down, despite your uncontrollable whimpers and wiggle of your hips in hopes to get him inside you.
“pl-please..sebby..” pleads felt more like cries, praying to whoever was listening, knowing you truthfully should be scared. that you didn’t know if you actually wanted this.
“please what, needy girl..” his voice trailed as he almost pushed inside you, waiting for your begs to crack and force him to ram into your cervix without the chance to adjust to anything at all.
“n-need you,”. you squirmed around, cunt clenching around nothing at all. you had never felt so desperate, so vacant without something inside you. primordial need, fighting against the warning signs flashing bright between every synapse.
“just me? gonna leave sammy out?” his tip almost inside, not giving you the chance to ignore his question, one which you couldn’t deny despite your hesitation.
a whimper and a shake of your head, an immediate tug on the chain forcing your arms to go numb.
“i don’t think you deserve to be treated nice, ain’t that right sammy?” seb’s voice was deeper, darker, heavier.
“mmm-nuh uh,”. the cold metal through his throbbing tip brushed against your swollen lips, salty-sweet syrup soaking into them. wordlessly awaiting your tongue, awaiting seb’s green light.
pale fingers crushed the outer fat of your thighs, time standing still. your lips parted, droplets of sam’s warmth hitting your tongue like a warning sign.
a tighter grip, your shoulders numb, no air left in your lungs.
back out, back out now.
a snap of seb’s hips, no luxury of adjusting to his size. the strength of his forced entry pushed you forward, sam’s cock enveloped by the sudden warmth of your tongue.
your hole burning with each thrust, bruising every wall inside you. leaking head violating your cervix, jolts of unknown pleasure searing your every cell.
nose pressed to the vein throbbing on the underside of sam’s cock, lips beginning to crack at the corners as you struggled to breathe.
your cunt violated beyond repair, your throat begging for mercy. tears dripping from the outer corners of your eyes, bringing your once perfect makeup to a streaming mess.
“fuck, f-fucking christ,” seb’s words stutter through gritted teeth and haphazard breathing, his abs you wish you could see burning him alive. “so goddamn-tight,”.
relentless back and forth, nothing but a toy as you choke on spit and precum, wincing at the metal that hits the roof of your mouth as sebastian’s thrusts force sam further down.
your cunt began to ache, nerve endings jumping towards a second overwhelming release through the bone shattering pain.
as your walls clenched around every inch sebastian so violently offered, your throat followed suit, lips catching on the head of sam’s quivering length.
“seb-seb slow, shit,”. unable to slow sebastian’s torture down, muffled coughs sputter against the warm ropes hastily pooling in your throat, hard to swallow with your head still hanging.
milking him dry, trying your best to let him ride out one of the hardest orgasms of his life, legs shaking as strands of his fluffy blonde hair stick to the sheen of sweat on his forehead.
“swallow,” sebastian’s demand cutthroat, one hand moving from your thigh to your stomach.
trying your best to regain an ounce of composure, inhaling a full breath for the first time in what feels like years.
catching alex’s blown out eyes, thumb rubbing over his leaking slit in a state of hypnosis as your blurry vision pleads for mercy.
all of your blood pooling in your face, arms numb and fingers tingling. broken cries, profanities, anything you could release, a newfound pressure of sebastian’s weight rested upon your stomach.
a single breathy laugh slipping out of his nose as he feels his own ruthless thrusts on the palm of his hand, separated by the skin covering your womb.
caught off guard by an earth-shattering whimper, alex’s thumb quickly replaced with kitten licks and unblinking eye contact from sam whose knees dug into the rug beneath him.
the sight is enough to distract you from sebastian’s pace, the rope pulling tight enough for frays to snap and weaken its integrity.
watching the man who boasted in his masculinity, focused so closely on covering up his feelings with workouts and dreams of what could have been, melt into the touch of a man with equitable struggles he would never admit to, not letting a drop of his sticky pre go to waste.
it was the hottest thing you had ever seen.
missing your cries, sebastian pulls you onto the bed, head and neck praising gratitude as it rests on the padded quilt bedding for the first time.
his paces slow, dropping one of your legs from his shoulder.
“be a good girl and flip over, now,”. his face was flushed, hair falling in his eyes. pupils so wide all color was gone, tone sharp and cold, freezing your few remaining thoughts entirely.
a palm to the face, stinging hot and leaving a swollen print behind at your accidental defiance, a cracked sob a result of the matter.
using the ounce of strength left in you in tandem with his momentum, your face pushed into the bedding you praised moments ago.
a new angle, a new pace, knocking the air out of you with each moan, cracked and loud.
eyes locked on sam’s bobbing head, alex’s whimpers making your spine itch with unknown pleasure.
“pathetic, both of you,” sebastian’s outline molded perfectly inside of you, a key inside a lock.
punishment in the form of red hot slaps on the tender plush of your ass, handprint branded against your skin.
unholy sounds from sam’s determination to swallow alex whole, from sebastian’s fingers drawn to your overstimulated clit.
crying sounds that you didn’t even know you could make.
trembling as you covered his unrelenting inches, creaming on him harder than you ever imagine possible.
stuttering in rhythm, warm ribbons coating your pussy with his cum.
nearly orchestrated, alex sputtered into sam’s mouth, fist full of the blonde’s hair to shove his mouth down to the base.
uniform heaves for air, the smell of sin crushing the baseboards.
silent sobs the only thing you could do, leaking as seb slowly released his overworked cock from your brutalized hole.
“shit, i-um, sorry,” a whiplash in tone, soft and caring, almost scared?
eyes closed as you trembled slightly, nose runny and eyes damp. a quick release of your wrists, hands held in his. numb, tingling against the rushing blood finding its way back.
vacant, empty, cold. dizzy, exhausted beyond belief. feeling the nipping cold come through a cracked window, sticking to the sheen of sweat on your skin, turning your fever to shivers near instantly.
for years you laid there, pulling your somewhat awake arms as close to your chest as possible. body pulled right together, unable to move on your own.
“c’mon, you’re bleeding,” sam’s gentle voice, calming enough to lull you to sleep, contrast from his words.
bleeding? hm.
lifting you into his arms, limp body encasing his, soothing circles on your back.
the sound of running water pooling into the small bathtub, just warm enough to cut the cold snap the open window had formed.
forcing your eyes open as you were placed into the warm water covered in lavender bubbles, lazily blinking as you locked eyes with alex. disheveled, flushed, seb cleaning him up with a warm washcloth.
“i call dibs next time,” sam laughed a little, tussling seb’s hair.
next time?