I died for your spins

straight up I cannot stop thinking about them forcing me to take swigs n hits. Like just imagine you’re over in brian’s room, already high as fuck. neither of them are sober but they’re doing a hell of a lot better than you are. 

brian holding your head tilted in place while tim pours a drink down your throat. getting the type of fucked up where everything is almost seen in doubles and your head is starting to pound. you ask if you can lay down in brian’s bed because you’re too drunk to fully make decisions yourself. the kind of inebriated where it feels like you need permission for everything. 

as soon as you lay down, their hands are all over you. you can’t even tell whose hands are lifting up your shirt just past your chest and whose hands are shoving your sweats down past your thighs. you close your eyes and you feel your head spinning and it won’t stop. the kind of high where everyone can tell you’re out of it because your head is starting to sway. 

all you can really do is let it happen. maybe even mumble out a “feels good-” before tim grabs you by the hair and guides you towards his cock. you can’t even remember how to swallow around him so he has to hold your lower jaw in place while he uses your mouth like a fleshlight.

you’re not free from brian’s lust either. your pants are fully off and thrown somewhere over on the floor. the air is hitting your skin weird and your hands keep tightening into fists and relaxing. you don’t know what to do with them even after brian takes one and curls your fist over his own throbbing dick. 

“c’mon. know you can do this.”

you can’t let yourself from stopping a groan escape with tim still inside your mouth. 

“fuuuuck, make ‘em do that again.”

all brian does is laugh to himself, muttering something you can’t make out. 

before you even realize he’s moved, his head is at your entrance slick with his spit. in one rough motion, he’s fully sheathed inside you. brian throws his head back, hands grabbing at your hips before fucking into you like he fucking hates you. 

small whimpers tear from your throat with every thrust and spit drips from your lips messily. where there’d be sparks of pleasure is instead replaced with a dull, fiery ache of arousal all over. your back arches as you bow into their touch. you can feel something start to build in your core. you whine low and needy.

“hear that, tim? I think they wanna cum.”

you try to nod before tim shoves your head back down, hand holding you down by the roots of your hair. your jaw aches and it’s hard to breathe through your nose. you feel truly and entirely full.

brian pulls back, his head sloppily rubbing against your entrance. unthinkingly, you reach out for him, trying to grab at his arms. all that happens is you lazily, weakly slapping at his forearms. 

your vision fills with stars as he slams back inside of you. you feel yourself tighten impossibly in response. fingers come down to rub harsh, tight circles to your clit and you sob. fat tears gather at your cheeks and down your throat. have you been crying this whole time-?

with every pass in and out, you’re filled impossibly by brian. you feel his heavy balls slap against your ass as he gets faster. you feel like you’re getting fucking split open, his cock reaching against your cervix. you can’t tell at this point whether it’s painful or mind numbingly good.

a familiar tightening strikes you when you feel one of them roughly grab at your tits. taking them and rolling the fat between their fingers. 

you can’t breathe. tim’s got both of his hands at the back of your head. One of their hands comes back down to your clit, pressing down so hard it fucking hurts. your back bows to an extreme, toes curling as you feel brian abusing your tight little cunt. in and out. taking both of them. all of them.

brian’s hips slam and snap forward into yours. you try to grab for something. anything. your eyes roll into the back of your head and your arms start to sink through the air, losing any mobility they once had. 

in. out. in. out. you feel yourself throb and your head spins.

cum spills into the back of your throat. hot. thick.

your core tightens, warmth spreads throughout your body in a flash. You feel every throb inside as brian finishes inside you as well. a moan tries to escape with no exit. the arousal burns and you feel it pulse in your hot cunt. you feel something wet spurt out of you as you twitch and tighten around brian’s length.

little black dots seem to ebb and flow into each other, getting larger and larger. the weight of your head gives out.