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sebastian/sam/f! reader (stardew valley) | read it on ao3 buy 10 wings and get two hot servers inside you for free! anyway, imagine going to steam in front of a mirror about a horrible date only to get railed by two really hot servers in tight shorts? no seriously... imagine... twosday and other specials inspired entirely by this art! sotie, the absolute legend you are wc: 6.6k tags: smut, threesome (m/m/f), fingering, piv, oral s☆x (m and f receiving), sp☆troasting, multiple org☆sms, ball sucking, spanking, finger sucking, creamp☆e

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don't you just hate it when all the doors in a restaurant look the same?

a miniature, low-cost sign that's most likely just a piece of tape with break room written on it easily gets overlooked when you're just looking for an excuse to leave the less than brilliant company at your table under the pretence of wanting to wash your hands. so, having given your date such a fake smile that your hand clenched into a fist, you find yourself going down the stupidly lit hallway where the cute grumpy server said the toilets were located. hm… he said third door on the left, yeah? or second. maybe it was second on the right? or third. fairly sure it was the first thing, you feel for the handle and push open the heavy wooden door.

"the fuck?" you hear the voice before seeing the source of it. the room is so dimly lit, the small orange sources of light almost enchanting as they move like fireflies.

"exactly. she looked fucking miserable, who brings their date here? must be some creep who thought it'd be like one of the city places with women in skimpy outfits and their tits showing." the other voice sounds familiar, but you really have to focus on not tripping and the promise of gossip is so inviting, you decide against announcing your presence for now.

"seb, we're the women in skimpy outfits in this place."

"yeah, whatever. i hope she at least got a good eyeful when she looked, because from what little conversation i caught, the dude is annoying as fuck." there's some movement, and the speaker's face is illuminated by the end of his cigarette as he flicks the lighter against the end of it again. his eyes blissfully close, and you recognise the server from earlier that brought you your food.

"maybe she needs a better date, eh, dude? maybe a happy ending?" the other man snickers, taking another drag himself.

"don't be an asshole, sam." he pauses. "no, actually, maybe you're right. maybe she needs a better end to the night than faking another laugh for that dickhead. should've heard how painful those jokes were…"

"oh and you could show her a better time?" he lets out a hearty laugh, one that starts in the very depth of his stomach.

"i fucking would and you know it. could bend her over this table right here if i wanted to."

"you're way too horny today, man, stop being a fucking pest." the other man scoffs and shoves him, and you manage to catch a glimpse of toned arms and a handsome face, his blond hair nearly glowing in the moonlight coming in through the window. the wooden board under your foot creaks slightly, but it's enough to make their heads snap to where you're standing. suddenly so painfully aware of the fact that you were eavesdropping, unable to hide away, you clear your throat.

"oh… this is… not the ladies' room." you attempt to play dumb, but the black haired server has already flicked the pitifully weak light on. not that it makes much of a difference, but at least they can see you now.

"the fuck are you doing here?" he scoffs. "i told you the toilets are the second door on the right. unless you wanted to get into the employees only area…"

the blond stands beside him, looking you up and down and the corner of his lips tugs upwards a little. "wait, seb, is that her?"

"the very same." the other one, seb, confirms. they're nearly finished with their cigarettes at this point, you notice, the orange glow is getting uncomfortably close to their fingers. seb's are indeed painted black, you noticed a glimpse of them when he was standing so damn close to you, practically leaning with his crotch against your shoulder. now it's like his bulge is looking right at you in the dim room, prominent against the orange shorts. so fucking tight. "eyes up here, sunshine." he all but snaps his fingers, but gives no other sign that he minds your eyes wandering.

"uhm…" you start, unsure how to approach the situation. on the one hand, you're somewhere you shouldn't be, on the other, though… you might have ended up exactly where you want to be. "my date isn't that bad, you know?"

"sure…" seb crosses his arms, and your eyes immediately get drawn to his muscles. toned, but still lean, and even though you just ate, so inviting to sink your teeth into them. "painfully unfunny, looks like something dragged out of the town river after rotting in there for a century, and i've seen you look around the room like you wanted someone to save you or kill you." you stand there flabbergasted, unaware that your face was so damn loud that even he noticed it. the other server stands next to him, his taller frame a little more muscular and tanned, those tight shorts — yoba bless whoever made them — riding up his thighs. his smile says just happy to be here, even if he stays quiet for the time being, inching a little closer to you while you rifle through your brain trying to find any form of excuse or reasoning why he's wrong.

"that's—" you begin, attempting to sound self-assured.

"too accurate? scarily correct? completely spot on?" seb continues, uncrossing his arms, flicking his fingers over the flimsy name tag that has sebastian completely scribbled out on his chest. "the guy looks like he can't find a clitoris even if it flicked him on the nose. but go on, tell me i'm wrong," sam whistles in amazement at the speech, "please."

you shift your weight, suddenly feeling a lot warmer than when you first sneaked inside the room. your palms sweat, put on the spot and looked at so… intensely. it strikes you that he's actually expecting you to answer, something that hasn't happened almost all night on your date.

"i hardly even know the guy, and besides—" you raise an eyebrow, looking from seb to the other one — sam, at least that's what his name tag says — and back, "why do you give a fuck?"

"yeah, seb," sam speaks up, amusement obvious in his tone, "why do you give a fuck?" his words only stoke the fire, and by the looks of it he enjoys being the pain in the ass that seb's look is saying that he is, because all he can respond with is more snark.

"just think it's stupid, that's all." his brow furrows, and for a brief moment you can't help but think it's the sweetest little crease in the world. however, then he opens his mouth. "you deserve someone who could care about you enough to make you actually cum, not that shit-for-brains who hasn't stopped talking about himself since you stepped foot into this place."

"wow, you paid a whole lot of attention to one specific table, there." sam smirks, now standing close enough to you that you can feel the warmth of his body. "almost like there was someone of interest sitting there."

your cheeks heat up, realising that all those moments when he walked by your table with an empty tray, glancing over to check how you're doing, seem to have been because of you. in the moment, you wouldn't dream of questioning it, because each time he walked past, accidentally brushing past you, his ass, the prominent bulge in those tight shorts, and those arms were the only things on your mind. to the damn point that you haven't even registered that your date hadn't asked you a single question.

"trying to steal someone's date during a meal…" you sigh, a smirk on your lips the shape of mischief, "dunno, man, that's kind of low."

seb tilts his head and cocks one eyebrow, taking a couple of steps towards you. "trying? nah, i think there's no trying… you're here, aren't you?"

"i was looking for—"

"yeah, yeah, toilets." he walks up to you and looks down at your defiant eyes as you try to challenge him. sam moves to close the large window that let their cigarette smoke out. "so when you saw that this is not, in fact, the ladies' room… why didn't you turn around and leave? why, after eye-fucking me the entire time in the main room, do you try and lie to me? and yourself."

"and me." sam pipes up, earning himself a groan from sebastian's slightly parted lips. "oh relax, i'm just messing. but actually—" he stands behind you, effectively sandwiching you between two incredibly titillating servers, "you know you're probably gonna have way more fun here than out there."

now it's your entire body that's warming up, your thighs press together for a brief moment before sam notices.

"oh, and it looks like you don't mind the idea." his head dips to your ear, lip brushing against the shell as his hands travel around your waist. "do you?"

"no seriously, do you?" seb's voice nearly vibrates, eagerness in his eyes burning into you. "you'd be insane to go back to that loser." the word is like a glob of spit he couldn't wait to get out of his mouth, but as he gets closer and as sam's large, skilled hands touch your waist, you can hardly even recall the face that's supposed to be waiting for you in the restaurant. "but if that's what you want…"

"no!" it's almost embarrassing how quickly you protest, how quickly you give up on going back in to spend the rest of however long the torture of smiling and nodding at bullshit would last, how damn quickly you decide that you need them. "no i… i'm not going back."

with surprising speed, your hand shoots out and pulls sebastian to you, landing his smirking lips on top of yours to swallow any stupid snarky remark he could think of in the moment. sam dips his head lower while you kiss sebastian, trailing his lips down your neck to nip at your shoulder. four hands map out your body before tugging on your shirt — the nicest one you could fish out of your wardrobe that day, for hopes of having a decent time — to lift it over your head, breaking the kiss for barely a second. they seem to be doing things perfectly in tandem, ebb and flow of touches, of breaths against your warming skin, sticky with anticipation and excitement.

"sam, a little help?" a whisper of instruction crosses over your skin towards sam, and they start moving you to the large oval table in the corner of the room. their nimble hands lift you up and seamlessly perch you up on top of it, and sebastian moves to stand between your knees, leaning down to unhook your bra while sam tilts your head back to get a taste of your lips for himself. it's hard to tell which one of them is hungrier, for both keep taking eagerly. sam's hand rests on the underside of your chin, strong and unmoving, feeling your throat every time you swallow.

warm hands cup your soft breasts, and suddenly seb's lips close around your nipple. his tongue lightly flicks it and sam willingly swallows your sudden moan. his tongue glides with yours while his other hand works to tug the waistband of those tight shorts down to let his hardened cock breathe. his huff dies in your mouth and you come up for air, blissfully dizzy when seb snaps you out of it with a playful nip on your breast. one look down at his crotch tells you he's also desperate to get out of those shorts, which you reach out to tug off of his hips. he groans as the waistband passes over his erection, finally freeing him from the tightness he doesn't want to be buried in. he must've seen your lip being tugged on by your teeth, because the deadly smirk on his face deepens and he leans in, hooking his finger under your chin to tilt your face up.

"still hungry?" he coos, stealing one more kiss from your pout before handling your jeans, sliding them down your legs unceremoniously, revealing your bare skin. sam takes the chance to pull you down on your back, a crooked grin gracing his face when he sees you laid out like a feast on the table before them. "don't worry, sam'll feed you his cock in a minute."

"you good?" sam glides one hand over your neck and jaw, taking in the way you look up at him and nod, so soft, so vulnerable, so ripe for the taking as his other hand slowly strokes his cock. he looks up to see seb mesmerised by the pretty wet patch on your panties, using his thumb to press the fabric against your pussy and collect more of the wetness. "seb?"

"hmm?" sebastian lifts his head, that cocky snarky smirk almost completely erased, but he quickly sets back into it. "yeah. yeah, sorry." in a few short seconds the fabric is completely removed, landing on the floor together with your jeans and probably your shirt somewhere. not that it matters, because you're not likely to leave anytime soon, a thought that makes a little coil in your abdomen feel tighter as you see seb tugging his boxers down, one hand on your hip, the other spreading your dripping folds to rub your arousal over his tip.

sam's crotch is right there, and just from the way he handled you until now, how hungrily he kissed you, how he laid you down and caressed your neck, you have a feeling he will indeed feed you well. reaching out almost instinctively to slide sam's boxers down, his hands close around yours to help you out. immediately, you feel your mouth watering at the promise of having him between your lips and, when his cock finally bounces out of the fabric, you hold it in your hand and bring it down to your lips, luckily the table's height is just right for his hips to be level with your head.

oh yoba, the little chuckle he does is nearly enough to make you put his entire length into your mouth. he's smiling down at you, cradling your head in one hand while the other brushes against your cheek.

"go on, take it." he's so cheeky with it. "it'll be better than anything that loser out there could possibly do."

and so you lick the underside of his shaft, causing him to buck his hips forward instinctively before you wrap your lips around his pink tip, already beading precum that is so deliciously salty on your tongue.

"shit, thaaaat's right." he groans, biting his lip while seb watches you suck slowly. his fingers still glide up and down your squishy folds, grazing over your clit so gently, not wanting to give you what you're so desperately dripping for already.

they look at each other as if a silent conversation transpires between their intense gazes, and when they look down at your naked body sprawled out on the table in their break room, they have a plan. slowly, sebastian's finger pauses on the very entrance to your pussy, trying to push in only the tip of his finger. sam gently rolls his hips forward, making you take more of his cock into your mouth until you whine around it, vibrating his shaft. you swipe your tongue around his cock head, once, twice, one more long lick as your lips take more of him, watching as his heavy balls move in time with his thrusts. it's comforting, having sam's hand hold your head securely, supporting you as you relax your throat and let him move again. he thrusts forward repeatedly, slow at first until you relax a little more around him, until your little moans spur him on faster.

sebastian watches your lips wrap around sam's cock and furrows his brow slightly. initial jealousy is quickly drowned in the sheer fascination as his index finger slides deeper into your warm cunt. he pumps it slowly, watching your body struggle to choose between focusing on sam's thick shaft and reacting to him fingering you. he adds another, just to see if he can. hah, the sound your tight pussy makes almost has his face break out into a smile, such a delicate thing wrapped around his fingers as he slowly drags them in and out of you. a gentle curl, oh you're arching your back already. he must've found the sweet spot already, judging from the way you whine and try to lift your hips off the table.

"what was that?" sam grins, looking down at your mouth so full of him that you can hardly make any noise, but those little whines have him thrusting a little harder, fucking your sweet face with decisive movements. "couldn't hear ya there…"

"sam, you know it's rude to talk with your mouth full." sebastian chastises him. "and i don't think we've got ourselves a rude girl here, have we?" he smacks the side of your thigh playfully, rubbing it in little circles to soothe before he reaches for his needy cock, stroking it slowly, timing his hand with the thrusts of his curled fingers in your pussy. he gives you a little more, a bit more of his fingers, until he's knuckle deep in your cunt and you're squirming against his hand. no longer pumping, he curls his fingers again and presses his thumb against your needy little clit. oh, the moan from your mouth is sinful. would be even better if it wasn't muffled by sam's thickness, but you have him bucking into your mouth erratically. seb chuckles, seeing the situation as truly insane as it is, a damn good break that only started with a gossip session about your lame date. and now you're there, taking his best friend's cock like a champ in your mouth and his fingers with your pulsating pussy, tightening around his digits while he curls and straightens them repeatedly, the pad of his thumb lazily rubbing your clit.

the sound of sebastian's groan has you trying to close your thighs. stupidly, you imagined it would work, but he is quick to release his throbbing cock and smack your legs open, making sure he can see your pretty pussy take his long fingers.

"nuh-uh, can't do that…" he clicks his tongue, "gotta see you take this with my own eyes." you whine in response, finding it a little amusing that sam's hand tightens on the back of your head each time you do so. he's trying so hard to keep a steady pace, but you're feeling so good, being so damn vocal, responding to their teasing and to seb's endless snark like a damn brat, and it just might be the end of him.

your cheeks hollow. uh-oh, sam curses and looks down at your pretty face, seeing those sucked-in cheeks as you make his breathing quicker and heavier, his self-control teetering on the edge and just threatening to spill, but he can't give up yet.

"seb…" he groans out, looking up at his friend who's busy smearing a few drops of his precum on one finger to write an s on your lower belly over and over and over. seb looks up reluctantly, stopping the slow pumping of his fingers into your warm cunt.

"what?"

"i'm losing it here…" sam groans, hips stuttering into your mouth, struggling to keep cradling your head.

"tch— fine." slowly, he pulls out his fingers, sighing when he raises them up to his eye level and sees the slippery strings of your wetness connecting them. "here—" he reaches over as sam gently pats your cheek and pulls his sensitive cock out of your mouth, gasping at the loss of your warmth. seb's fingers press against sam's lips, coaxing them open as the blond sucks the wetness off them, groaning at the taste.

"fuck… that's good, you're good, you know?" he looks down at you, smiling once again as you clench and unclench your jaw. "what are you thinking?" he looks at sebastian again, but he's crouching down between your thighs, burying his tongue into your weeping cunt, sucking on your clit, making out with it to take advantage of your free mouth, so loud and whiny.

and what a whine it is… your hips buck up into his face, but his mouth is relentless, taking and taking as your shaky fingers grip his dark hair, tugging on it desperately, bringing your knees up, closing your legs, rolling your hips up seeking more as his fingers once more enter you. sebastian hums against your pussy. kept so close to the fucking edge with his fingers, you're nearly tearing up with relief as he sends you over it, sucking on your sensitive clit as you clench around his fingers and moan out with your orgasm. he slowly takes his digits out, tongue lazily licking up your release between the slick folds that he's been kissing. wet sounds echo in your ears, mind spinning as your eyes close and flutter open, just in time to see sebastian press one last kiss to your clit and get up on his feet. damn, without that pissed off face he looks so pretty… sweet, even, when he looks so satisfied and happy with himself.

"sorry… couldn't hold back." he smirks, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and licking it clean.

"it's fine, man." sam slaps his large hand on seb's shoulder, grinning with a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. "come on, now," he adjusts his heavy balls, "need to cum already, she's so damn good with her mouth you gotta try—"

sebastian takes hold of your legs and spreads them again, humming in admiration of your sensitive, reddened pussy, so sweet as he still tastes you on his tongue.

sam walks around the table, leaning down to kiss your sweet lips, smiling as he pulls back to kiss your nose, and then your forehead. "you gonna use that mouth on me again, huh, pretty?" he whispers against your forehead, "felt so good, damn… so good." he positions himself above you again while seb pushes his fingers into you again, earning himself a sweet little whine and an arch in your back. one hand gliding along your tender folds, the other pumping his more than ready cock, already having left a few drops of precum on the floor where he stands, bringing his tip to your pretty cunt.

"ready?" sam chuckles, leaning forward so his balls rest on your lips for the moment that you take to collect yourself before taking one into your mouth.

"yeah," you breathe out, your head fuzzy with all the sensations, with the euphoria of the night and the tingling in your limbs, "yeah, 'm ready."

"sweet girl," seb murmurs, looking down at how your pretty pussy sucks him in. he pushes in slowly, only focusing on the honeyed moan that spills from your lips, on the shiver in your skin, on the twitch in your thigh as you try to hook your leg around him, but he holds them both open. he lets out a long groan as you take him in, tightly hugging his length as he lazily slides in until he's pressed up against you. the grip of his fingers on your thighs nearly bruises, and you can feel that he's holding back from just slamming into you like a maniac until you're both bruised and spent. instead, he stays still for a few moments, letting you adjust to him as your lips take in sam's balls, tongue sticking out to lick along his skin while his hand strokes his thick shaft, sighing in pleasure as his eyes close.

sebastian starts to move. at first with a few languid, long thrusts, feeling the entire length of your tight channel hug him, but then he speeds up. his pace is set by the sheer need that spreads from you onto the two of them, his grip on your thighs unmoving. he watches as your tits bounce with every snap of his hips on yours, mesmerised by the way you suck and make his friend groan like that. sam's hand speeds up, jerking off so desperately as your tongue glides over his skin, as your mouth sucks in his balls so perfectly that he bucks his hips repeatedly. your skin feels like it's on fire now, with three hands roaming your body, long fingers pressing into your flesh, sam's hand holding one of your breasts while sebastian's dig into your thighs, pushing your knees up towards your chest.

and fuck, with the way he angles your hips, you can feel him so damn deep inside you there's no way you can hold in a whine. it's all that it takes for sam to swear out loud and spill his cum all over your soft breasts, warm sticky liquid landing on you like drops of summer rain. he groans when you slowly open your mouth, letting him pull away with a heavy breath, holding onto the edge of the table with white knuckles.

"need… need a minute." he swallows, turning away from you as sebastian keeps pumping into you.

"fuck, you did so well, didn't you? sucking his balls like that," he groans out, "gonna drain me too, aren't you?"

he leans down over you, pushing your legs further to your chest and there's a moment then when you think you might be past your limit, when your eyes close and you imagine this must be it, the shaking in your legs and the quiver in your cunt are all there is now, just them and sebastian's cock fucking into you so damn deep. but then you feel his tongue on your chest.

he licks a few drops of sam's release and kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth to make you taste it, to make you feel what it tastes like when you're being so good for them. you take it off his tongue, swallowing as he goes for one more. it's sticky and salty, but from his lips it tastes golden.

sam drops into the chair next to you, hands over his forehead, huffing and groaning as he watches you two, sebastian's hips rutting into you, your beautiful form arching up into his body… a sight to behold, something to bring the pep back into his step as he imagines the rest of the shift ahead.

"you gonna cum for me again?" sebastian murmurs against your lips, looking into your eyes with his lightly lidded ones. "gonna cum on my cock this time?"

he speeds up a little, slapping of his balls on your ass keeping you aware of the pure need with which he moves having fantasised about it since you started ogling him when he came to take your order. your whiny little mouth keeps moaning for him, more, more, it says, fuck right there, and one final oh fuuuuck as you clench around his throbbing cock, leaning your head back to breathe, he curses and spills his release into you.

the aftermath of a storm, your body shaking and cramped, but it feels oddly serene. your eyes close, taking in the sensation of sebastian's hands kneading your thighs, and then he's off. he pulls out slowly, cursing at the loss of your warmth, some of his cum already dripping onto the floor. mesmerised, he stares at it leak while you lift yourself up on your elbows.

"holy shit…" you chuckle, still feeling your thighs quiver a little, "that was—"

"yeah," sam replies, approaching you with a damp hand towel to clean up the mess he made on your chest, "it was. i hope you've got one more left in you, though…"

you look up at him, the charming little dimple in his cheek so prominent up close as he leans over you, making sure to get all of his cum off your skin. nodding, you accept this offer, a little anxious over how you'll be able to handle more of them, what they have planned for you, how you're supposed to just go back out to your date after this. as if with gratitude for letting them use your body, he leans in with a smile and presses his lips to yours again. it's a slow kiss this time, a break from the hungry ones before he came, a break from the ruthless snapping of hips, the erratic push of his cock while he fucked your pretty mouth.

"give him a minute," he pulls away murmuring, "then we'll switch. make it fair."

seb comes back from the little kitchen area downing a glass of water and you spot a rogue drop gliding down his jaw and neck, racing another one to the official roosters tank top. swallowing thickly, you follow his movements while sam's hands gently knead your breasts, brushing thumbs over your nipples just to hear your breath hitch. there you sit, on the edge of the smooth oval table, butt naked with your legs dangling off the edge. totally the way you expected the night to go, right? you think back on the fact that you weren't even that interested in going on this date, a little too tired, a little too uninterested in the guy that invited you out to grab a bite at this newly opened restaurant that's supposed to have great food. well, you're certainly being fed, just not in the way you expected.

"flip 'er over," sebastian instructs, grabbing a cigarette from the jacket hanging by the door and lighting it with a long drag into his lungs.

sam certainly doesn't have to be told twice, he helps you get up and turn around, lowering your body onto the table once again, but with your legs conveniently spread. he caresses the softness of your ass, kneading gently before bringing his hand down quickly. the smack echoes in the room, bringing a smirk to sebastian's face as the cigarette dangles from his lips.

"again." seb commands, blowing out the smoke and leaning in to see the reaction on your face.

sam spanks you again, pressing his erection against your pussy and grinding against it. and again, the light sting of the impact causing you to bite your bottom lip. seb holds your chin tilted up, easing his view of the way your eyes roll back when he says again and sam obeys. gentle circular motions soothe the skin in between spanks, but nothing can soothe the heat that's spreading through your body at the feeling of being looked at this way. sam's little murmurs don't escape you, quiet as they are. pretty little thing, your smile widens, fuck, so wet and dripping, you look up at sebastian, catching him off guard while he smiles. immediately he fixes his face, looking only slightly pissed off while he smokes. sam's cock keeps rubbing against you, making you moan with anticipation. every rub of your hips against the edge of the table is another second wasted on not being fucked by him.

"what are you thinking?" sebastian asks, eyebrow raised as he adjusts his stance, now standing in front of you, his cock head nearly touching your lips.

"feeling awfully empty." you respond, a cheeky smile on your bitten lips, a cocky glint in your eyes.

"we can fix that, can't we?" he replies, directing his words both at you and sam, who just smacks your ass one more time in response, chuckling as you yelp in surprise. "there we go…" he murmurs, large hands holding your hips steady as his tip presses against your pussy. your back is arched so sinfully, the curve sending a shiver down sebastian's spine as his fingers brush against your cheek and tilt your chin up, lining you up with his cock. sam swipes his length up and down your sensitive folds a couple of times, collecting remnants of sebastian's cum as a warm-up before he starts stuffing you full of him, coaxing out moan after moan that vibrate around sebastian's shaft. "now you're getting the roosters special."

"man, what the fuck?" sebastian scoffs, not stopping the sliding of his cock into your mouth.

sam responds with a too-amused chuckle, sheathing his cock inside you until his hips meet your ass. he sets the pace quickly, savouring the squeeze of your cunt and taking more and more form it. at first he holds your hips, keeping you steady while he thrusts. his soft grunts make the tightly wound coil in your abdomen go wild, all while seb keeps your chin up as you wrap your lips around his length, using his other hand to take that cigarette out of his mouth. the sight of him so seemingly nonchalant while he guides more of his shaft into your mouth is so intoxicating, you can't help but suck in your cheeks like you did with sam earlier. only it takes one stern look from sebastian to make you stop it.

"behave. i don't wanna cut this too short, gonna enjoy your mouth a little longer." he stubs out the cigarette against the table, not caring about the smooth and unmarred surface as he leaves it there.

too hot, your body is heating up at the sight of him from below, keeping your chin stable while sam ruts into you. your hands grip the edge of the table, holding on for dear life while sam spanks your ass again and again, almost giggling as he watches it bounce off his hand. he slides his palms a little further out when he's had his fun leaving hand prints on your ass cheeks, now holding onto your waist so he can hold you tighter while his thrusts get rougher. you whine around seb's cock, already choking on him as he pushes a little too far. he shushes you, cooing as he pulls back a little and brushes his thumb over your cheek. "oh come on… you took sam's, you can take mine too."

so you do. inhaling through your nose, you relax your throat and let him roll his hips into you. your chin gets heavier in his hand as you relax, but it's nothing he can't handle, especially not for such a pretty face he gets to fuck. his eyes are focused on your lips, the way his cock disappears between them, the entry to heaven hidden behind your pearly whites. sam speeds up, needier, one hand wrapped around your torso while the other cups your breast and his body leans on top of your back. his hips desperately rut against your ass, burying his cock deeper with each roll as he gets needier and needier for you to squeeze him with your walls.

it's sebastian that can't hold back anymore though. whenever he looks down at your eyes, your lips, your obedient mouth, he tenses up. throwing his head back, hips thrusting faster, he pleads with you to do it now, to hollow out your cheeks and give him that perfect suction that he needs. you obey. with a muffled moan around his thickness, you suck in your cheeks and watch him unravel, hips stuttering and tip spitting his pearly white cum into your mouth. finally, he can slow down. groan after groan, whimpers sneaking out of his throat, he slows to a halt and caresses your cheek before he carefully slips out of your mouth.

"fuck…" he gasps, collapsing into a chair and breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he watches you lick your lips clean after swallowing his load.

sam stays on top of your back, pushing into you like a needy little thing, meeting the flesh of your ass with his hips in desperate ruts, reducing you to a whimpering mess under him pressed against the table. his fingers toy with your nipple, squished between the hard wood and your warm body, something heavenly as he whimpers together with you.

"you're close, huh?" he murmurs against your back, "i can feel you squeezin', heh."

your teeth tug on your bottom lip as you try not to cry out, feeling his cock push into that one spot that makes your mind go blank. two fingers part your lips and your eyes snap open, looking at seb as he stuffs them into your mouth, keep you busy, keep that tongue working as it swirls around his digits. you bite down on them, making his lips curl into a smile as he praises you. good girl, for how you take sam's dick like a champ. there you go, for how you keep your tongue moving even when sam spanks your reddened ass cheeks again since he's back to holding you by your hips. cum for us, pretty girl, and you can hardly hold back. a long, high-pitched whine vibrates around seb's fingers as sam speeds up again, his balls slapping against your clit and his groans getting needier as your tight cunt squeezes him.

a couple more thrusts and he's done for. gone. spent. shooting his release inside you as you wring him out, making him collapse on your back once again, this time swearing he could fall asleep right then and there.

seb pulls out his fingers from your mouth, licking the string of saliva you left there from between his fingers before he wipes them on his tank top, making a wet mess of it. "good girl, now that was better than your date, wasn't it?"

you nod, panting, resting your cheek against the table as sam reluctantly pulls out of your sticky, messy cunt. even messier now, leaking two loads instead of one, soft and sensitive and so cold now that it's empty. a gentle swipe of that wet towel startles you, making you buck your hips into the edge of the table before you relax and let sam clean you up, ignoring the leaking mess on the floor, just focusing on you. he lingers crouching there for a moment, just looking at your pulsating entrance as if silently thanking it for its service, for making his shift bearable, for being so damn soft and warm for him and his best friend. he presses one brief kiss to it before leaving it alone, walking to the pile of clothes that should be his boxers and shorts.

"come on, one leg at a time." seb takes it upon himself to pull your panties back up, following them with the rest of your clothes. "can you walk?"

a slow nod as you push yourself off the table, you're mostly steady on your feet. a little wobbly at first, but you can fake it. they're right there, behind you as you open the door to the break room and suddenly everything is so much louder. the casual chatter, the exuberant laughter that echoes along the walls of the dining area, the lights… the empty table where you sat earlier.

"wow," you scoff, shaking your head, "he fucking ditched."

approaching the table, seb follows after you while sam turns to another table waving at him. the plates are empty, your purse still on your empty seat, but there's no money left on the table, no signs there should be another person here. fair enough, you shrug, but now the bill is all on you.

"don't worry about it," seb chuckles, noticing the lack of payment as soon as you do, "it's on the house."

with a quick pat on your ass, he turns and walks away, heading to serve another table of people with growing appetites and wandering eyes.