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🥺💙 I love both Sam and Sebby soo much and I can't ever choose between them. I NEED an NSFW of being shared by both of them. Like the teenage dream of sleeping with the members of your favorite band 🤤🙈

...this became a self-indulgent adventure 🫣, and it's so long. ty for this prompt and i hope i did it justice. 🙏🖤 feel free to drop another one any time.

♡. Closer .♡

❣ cw. nsfw. smut. 18+ minors dni. fem!reader. dom!sebastian. sub!sam. threesome. dp. 3,900ish words. i know, it's so long. but it's a threesome with my 2 fav characters. 😩 what was i supposed to do? (don't answer that)

Lodged between your lips a tapered joint. The flax of the rolling paper played a muted crisp cackle as you sucked, coaxing from it a thick cloud of smoke for you to swallow. You inhaled, guiding the vapor to your lungs. But it tugged at your throat and your eyes watered. Determined not to cough in front of Sebastian and Sam, you steadied your breath—slow and deep. Exhaling only when the tickle in your throat had been smothered. A fine mist crept from your lips and your bones felt heavier than before.

“You, ok?” The bow of Sam’s wide lips stretched as he spoke. The edges of his mouth turned upwards.

“Yeah,” you responded in a timid whisper and focused your eyes on a hole in Sam’s worn denim jacket. His red shirt peeked past spaces between the frayed white strings that bound the blue fabric together.

“Cool,” Sam’s upbeat voice whirred in your head. His body rested cross-legged on the firm black couch cushion to your right. He reached for the joint in your hand. Tension tightened your shoulders. Sam plucked the joint from you. His rough calloused fingertips grazed your skin and the tension in your shoulders spread to your chest.

A slow, heavy chuckle filled the room.

You pointed your eyes at the chuckler—Sebastian to your left. His back against the arm of his couch. And pressed into the cushion, his barefoot attached to an upright bent knee. His other leg tucked under it.

“What are you laughing at?” you wondered. Sebastian studied the sincerity in your doe-eyed stare and extended his arms upward and stretched. His dark fleece hoodie lifted and uncovered the smooth pale skin beneath his belly button. Your eyes traced the raised, V-shaped groove on his lower stomach.

“I’m laughing at you,” Sebastian’s deep voice rumbled playfully. He lowered his arms and his hoodie fell like a curtain, putting an end to the show. You peered at his nude-pink lips, full and smirking. And lifted your gaze to find him staring back at you. His eyes black as a tar pit, flickering with amusement. You knew you’d been caught leering, and your cheeks stung with shame. Averting your gaze, you looked past Sebastian’s shoulder and noticed the thin slab of rustic wood placed near the edge of his desk. One end of the slab curled and held a scarlet stick of incense. The scarlet stick shrinking, succumbing to the burning force that consumed it. Slender strings of grey smoke rose from the scorched tip and coiled in the air before disappearing—the only sign it had existed at all was the faint smell of tart cherries and ash.

“It was really neat of Penny to invite you to our show,” Sam chimed in and leaned across your lap to pass Sebastian the joint. You held your breath, Sam’s freckled cheek inches away from your face. Sebastian took the joint from him, and instead of returning to his seat, Sam turned to look at you. You pushed your back against the couch and exhaled while admiring Sam’s glistening blue eyes. They reminded you of a shade of blue you once saw while peering through a glass bottle at a spring sky.

“Uh…yeah,” you spoke with a nervous smile, “she’s my favorite cousin.” Your voice wavered.

“Nice,” Sam nodded. “Penny’s cool.”

“She is,” you blurted, jumping at the opportunity to gush about Penny to Sam. Sam’s smile softened and your eyes outlined the bridge of his cute, button nose. It had a slight crook to it that you figured was the result of an old injury. “It’s too bad she had to leave early. I know she really wanted to hang out with you.”

Sam withdrew from you and sunk back into his spot next to you.

“Abs had to dip out early too,” he explained while looking down at his hands, “has a class or something.”

“Oh,” you murmured, staring at the pointed ends of Sam’s hair. Recalling a heated debate between Maru and Penny about whether Sam’s hair resembled the spikes of a pufferfish or the feathers of a peacock. Personally you felt they looked more like the triangular rays of sunshine Vincent often drew in yellow crayon.

“Hey,” Sam glanced at you and rubbed the back of his neck, “look, um, I’m not really a relationship kind of guy.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes and reached across the couch to put the joint out with his incense holder. He was growing impatient. Annoyed by all the small talk and your coy demeanor. He knew what you wanted. Why you were really here. And he was willing to give it to you if you’d just shut up already.

“Sure, I totally get that,” on impulse, you tried to reassure Sam by touching his arm while you spoke. Sam’s eyes lit up.

“My number one priority is my band,” he confessed, lifting his hand to yours and squeezing it. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you were quick to release Sam’s arm.

“Is Maru back yet?” You looked to Sebastian for an answer.

“Nah, she met up with my mom and Demetrius after the show. They’re visiting Demetrius’ mom in Zuzu. Won’t be back ‘til tomorrow,” Sebastian responded, his voice bored and despondent.

“I see,” you whispered, feeling as though you had done something to upset Sebastian.

“So how’d you like the show?” Sam continued to carry the conversation.

“Are you kidding? You guys were amazing,” you fawned and tapped Sam’s chest with your hand. Sam took hold of your wrist and peered down at you. His eyes fell past your face and settled on your exposed cleavage—the tops of your tits visible in the deep v neck you wore. He sucked on his bottom lip while shamelessly staring at your boobs. Your face flushed and your heart thumped in your chest.

“Do you think you could settle a bet for us babe?” Sebastian’s words buzzed in your ears. Warm blood rushing through you.

“Sure,” your voice quivered. Did he really call me babe?

“Which one of us is a better kisser?”

“I…I don’t know,” you squeaked, keeping your eyes locked on Sam.

“Huh, you don’t know?” Sebastian teased. And you thought you might implode. Still holding on to your wrist, Sam traced your skin with the pad of his thumb.

“We could show you if you’d like,” Sam hummed, raising his eyes to yours. Sam covered your hand with his and pressed it against his chest. He leaned forward, his lips hovering next to your ear. “It’s only a kiss,” he breathed, and pulled his head back to let his heavy stare weigh down on you while he swept a strand of hair away from your forehead and secured it behind your ear. His fingers brushed past the outline of your earlobe and a rush of excitement tingled down your spine. From beneath Sam’s palm, you bent your fingers at the knuckle. Dragging the collar of Sam’s shirt down and filling your palm full of red cotton. With a light tug, you drew Sam’s lips to yours. When you felt his hot breath on your face you closed your eyes and tilted your head. Sam’s lips touched yours and with one brief gentle press he pulled away. You opened your eyes to see Sam’s sky-blue eyes half-lidded and peering at you. His heartbeat pounded in his chest. So much so, you could feel it with your hand.

Sam’s heart fluttered, his body hot and aching with desire. He had wanted this for a long time. His encounters with you filled with agonizing minutes of indecisiveness while you went on and on about Penny. Even though he knew you wanted him. And as much as he would have liked to kiss you sooner, he couldn’t stand the thought of you feeling guilty. The possibility you may regret and resent his advances was enough to keep him away. But not today. Because today when you walked into Sebastian’s bedroom, Sam could feel the resolve in Sebastian’s cold, black eyes. Sebastian was going to fuck you. And Sam knew Sebastian was willing to share. Even though Sam could tell Sebastian found Sam’s approach much too slow—painful even. But Sam appreciated his friend’s patience, however dwindling it may be.

“I don’t like Penny,” Sam sighed, hoping to alleviate your burden. You felt both relieved and guilt-ridden by Sam’s admission. Part of you had always known this was the truth. But you’d hoped, maybe, if you said enough good things and portrayed Penny in just the right light you could make it happen. You could make Sam the one instance in Penny’s life where she actually got what she wanted.

A loud, agitated groan vibrated in Sebastian’s throat.

Following Sebastian’s cue, Sam lowered his head and kissed you while sinking his fingers in between yours and holding your hand tightly. Sam slid the hot wet flesh of his tongue across your lips, and you moaned when you felt a hard protrusion brush against your bottom lip. You had no idea Sam had a tongue piercing. With your mouth open now, Sam swirled the tip of his tongue in circles around yours. The pressure of his tongue became more intense as the kiss progressed and the stiff steel dome in his mouth conjured ripples of pleasure that radiated throughout your belly. When the small soft breaths Sam took with his nose weren’t enough to sustain him anymore, he broke the kiss. And with reluctance, released your hand from his grasp.

Dazed, you gazed up at Sam in awe. It took you a moment to realize Sam was staring past you. Curious, you let go of his shirt and turned to look behind you.

A wave of excitement and fear washed over you when Sebastian’s eyes tore through you like obsidian daggers. Both of his elbows rested on the armrest, his right leg still upright and bent with the other tucked under it. The couch’s fabric swished as Sebatian’s right elbow slid downward and rubbed against it.

Sebastian patted his thigh twice. Beckoning you. Your eyes widened and you looked to Sam’s face for guidance. Sam smiled and nodded his head yes.

Standing on your knees, you shuffled over to Sebastian. Stopping in front of his raised knee and sitting down on your calves.

“Closer,” his deep voice thrummed in your chest. So you moved closer, until the knee that poked through a hole in his ripped black skinny jeans touched your arm. You watched Sebastain lift his hand and swallowed thickly as he dragged his knuckle across your cheek. “Are you scared pretty girl?” Sebastian raised his brows, his voice filled with mock sympathy.

“No,” you scowled at him.

“Good,” Sebastian grunted, his eyes following the path of his knuckle as it glided past your neck and outlined the valley between your breasts. His light touch felt heavy on your skin and your body trembled, your breath shallow and quick.

Sebastian watched the slight jiggle of your tits as your body shook for him. Begging him for more. He smirked and looked up at your face, letting his hand fall to his side. From ear-to-ear a stripe of glowing pink skin adorned your face.

“Very cute,” his deep voice rumbled, right before Sebastian tilted his body forward. His forehead grazed yours and then his lips. The pressure of his kiss harder than Sam’s. His mouth clung to yours in need, and only released you momentarily before kissing you again. Sebastian nibbled on your bottom lip while grabbing your hand and placing it on his crotch. He wasn’t interested in wasting any more of his time and he needed you to know that. You stroked his cock through his jeans and Sebastian held onto the nape of your neck while he sucked on your tongue. You felt Sam’s hand rub against the small of your back while Sebastian left a trail of small wet kisses across your face and massaged the skin of your neck with the flat of his tongue.

“You’re doing so good,” Sam purred in your ear and your pussy ached. Sebastian pulled his lips from yours and got off the couch.

“Come on then,” Sebastian demanded, grabbing your upper arm, and pulling you to stand. You followed his lead, and he guided you away from the couch before pushing down on your shoulders. You kneeled before him on the hardwood floors of his basement. Peering up at his face, you watched the two silver studs that lay horizontally above Sebastian’s left eyebrow gleam when the ceiling light struck them. Your eyes fell to his hands, which were preoccupied with unbuttoning his pants. You had never seen his tattoo this up close before, a solid black portrayal of a dragon’s head on the back of his hand. Only now did you realize the body of the dragon disappeared under his sleeve.

You heard Sam’s jacket fall to the floor and touched your chin to your shoulder. Glancing behind you at the bundle of denim that lay on the ground. Sebastian buried his hand in your hair and tugged it. You gasped. “Look at me,” Sebastian snapped. You turned your head to see his firm cock in his hand. The shaft wider than the swollen red tip. Sebastian tilted your head backwards and you opened your mouth. While stroking his cock he lifted the heart shaped bottom of his taut, shaved balls to your tongue. A needy moan fell past his lips as you licked and sucked on his balls. Fat droplets of precum gushed from his tip. You moved to slurp the precum from his head, but Sebastian pulled away and stepped aside. Letting Sam take his place.

Sam was naked now. A deep line present in the middle of his abdomen while faint lines outlined the muscle around it. Beneath his navel, a blond happy trail led to the base of his cock—it was longer than Sebastian’s but thinner. With slender ropes of veins that bulged. You wrapped your hand around his cock and held it steady as you swirled your tongue around the tip of it.

“That’s it,” Sam hummed. You pushed your tongue back and flicked the tip of it against the head of his cock in a rapid motion. “Mmm, so good babe,” Sam cooed while you let his cock melt in your mouth. Your lips traveling further down his length. He pushed into you, and you steadied your breath through your nose. And let Sam thrust himself down your throat. Your nose brushed against the curly thicket of blond hair that grew at his base, and Sam’s cock gagged you. Reeling away you unsheathed Sam’s dick from your mouth. You stared at the throbbing, veiny firm flesh in your hand and licked your lips. Ready to take Sam back in. But before you could Sebastian appeared next to Sam and held his dick out to you.

You let go of Sam and glanced up at Sebastian, his body bare. His stomach slender and smooth, and his waistline pinched. He towered over you, staring down at you. His eyes peering past his straight and narrow nose. His black hair layered like a jagged rock that laid still in a vast sea. The color of which matched the elongated body of the dragon he had tattooed on his arm. You reached out to touch his forearm, admiring the image. The long, spiked body of the dragon wrapped around his forearm.

“I like it,” you whispered, running your fingertips across his skin.

“Thank you,” Sebastian smiled. A real smile. Every thought you ever had abandoned you. And you forgot Sam was even there. You spit on the head of his cock and slathered it across his shaft before wrapping both your hands around it. One on top of the other. And began to rhythmically pump your fists up and down his cock. Covering the head of his dick in your mouth and sucking on it like a lemon drop. “Oh…fuck,” Sebastian’s voice trembled. His breath stuttering. At a gradual pace your movements became quicker, more intense. And Sebastian’s thighs began to quake. “No…not yet….” Sebastian whimpered, trying to find the strength to peel your mouth off his cock. But he couldn’t do it and had to resort to giving Sam a pitiful glance, requesting assistance.

“Hey,” Sam touched your hair. You let Sebastian’s tip slip out of your mouth and looked up at Sam. “Come with me, yeah?” Nodding, you let go of Sebastian’s dick and stood up. Sam ran his hand through your hair and kissed you. Reaching for the hem of your shirt, he broke away from the kiss to lift it over your head. He leaned in again, this time to drag his lips across your neck while he unhooked your bra. You shivered when you felt his tongue piercing slide across your skin. And Sam dropped to his knees. His movements were fast as he unbuttoned and tugged at your dark wash jeans. Pulling them down to your ankles before shoving his face in your crotch. He sucked on your pussy through the fabric of your cheeky pink lace boy shorts before pulling them down too. Sam held onto the fat of your thighs and was quick to thrust his tongue into the ribbons of sensitive flesh between them. Bobbing his warm, wet tongue across your pussy before bringing his lips together and sucking on your clit. You grabbed ahold of his heavily gelled hair and mewled. Breathing heavy, Sam pulled away from you. “Lie down for me?” Sam asked and kissed your thigh. You nodded, stepping out of the pile of clothes that lay at your feet and lying down on Sebastian’s black couch.

Sam swept his hands under your legs and positioned them over his shoulders. Opening his mouth wide before closing it around your cunt, and you shuddered in pleasure. Sam’s dick throbbed listening to you whimper and moan. Your pussy reminded him of the silken texture of sashimi. He hoped some time you’d let him do this again—just you and him. Even though he was grateful it was even happening. He wanted you to know how much he appreciated you, so bad. And as nice as it would have been to do this at his own pace, he was glad Sebastian gave him a helpful push.

Sebastian admired you. Eyes shut tight; brow furrowed as you cried out in ecstasy. Skin flushed. He wanted to touch you so much. So he did, sticking two of his fingers inside of your mouth for you to suck on. To ground yourself. But more importantly, it was so Sebastian could remember how good your mouth felt wrapped around him. He bullied the tip of his cock with his thumb, watching your lips twitch around his fingers. You were always so eager to please him. He loved catching your lingering glances. The way you made it a point to include him in every conversation. His favorite memory of you, the time he mentioned he liked pumpkin soup, and you made it for him the very next day. He had wanted to teach you how to be a good little whore for him. To show you how you could really please him. But not today, not with Sam here. Sebastian knew if he was any rougher with you, Sam would be upset. Sebastian took his soaked fingers from your mouth and rubbed them against one of your nipples. Listening carefully to the symphony of sounds you were making while jacking off to the sight of your naked body. He was the first to notice your belly tighten before you began to choke out a series of loud whimpers. Each becoming quieter and longer as you came on Sam’s face.

Sam panted, holding his face above your drenched pussy. His grin wide. His lips wet and shining.

“Get up,” Sebastian ordered you. Sam slipped his hands away from your legs and stood up. Dizzy, you were slower to rise. Your mind whirring from the intensity of your orgasm. Sam took your place on the couch. Lying down on it, he reached his arms out to you. You began to walk over to him, but Sebastian grabbed your arm and squeezed it. “With your back against his chest,” Sebastian demanded. You nodded.

“You can do that for us, can’t you sweetheart?” Sam cooed and wiggled his fingers. Excited to hold you. You smiled at him before laying down on top of him. Sam pointed his face downward to look at you and kissed your nose while Sebastian took ahold of your ankles and lifted your legs up. Sam wrapped his arms around your waist, and you kissed the freckles on Sam’s cheeks. Sam turned a brilliant shade of pink.

“Hold your legs up,” Sebastian instructed. You curled your arms under your thighs and held your legs open for him. Sam let go of your waist, and you felt his hand reach down for his cock. You gasped as he pushed himself inside you.

“Does that feel good?” Sam’s words honeyed and spinning in your mind. You rocked your hips against the fullness of his cock.

“Yes,” you moaned. Your pussy squeezed his dick and Sam released a throaty groan. His lips found yours and he sucked on your bottom lip while he fucked you. Sebastian straddled Sam’s legs, standing on his knees. You felt him rub the tip of his cock against your clit and pulled your lips away from Sam’s. A jolt of panic settled in as you realized what Sebastian was planning to do.

“I ca—” you began to protest out of uncertainty, but Sam grabbed your chin in his hand and made you look at him.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby, it’s okay,” Sam crooned and kissed your lips. “Seb knows what he’s doing.” Your breath gagged you as Sebastian fit himself inside you. You pulled your head from Sam’s grasp and stared at Sebastian. Sebastian smirked and laid his fingers flat against your clit and began rubbing it. Your toes curled as both Sam and Sebastian began to fuck you simultaneously. Sebastian’s long hair fell around his face and swayed from side-to-side with every thrust. He was so beautiful, his hair reminded you of willow tree leaves blowing in a breeze. Sebastian’s fingers quickened their pace and began to vibrate against your clit. You babbled incoherently between choked moans. Sam squeezed your tits, pinching at your nipples every so often. “Good girl,” Sam hummed, “take that dick.” His voice shaking, “Mmm, you like it don’t you sweet girl?”

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, burning uncontrollably. Until you cried out and came on both of them. The force of your cunt throbbing around both their dicks was enough to coax them into spilling threads of cum inside you.

Sebastian held the base of his dick as he carefully pulled out of you. Entranced by the sight of your glistening swollen pussy. Sam’s cock still inside you, with Sebastian’s cum dripping down Sam’s shaft.

Your chest heaved as you looked up at Sam’s angular jaw. The scarlet stick of incense floating behind the back of his head. Smaller now, transformed like you. Bare and bent by Sebastian’s will.

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