2 IN 1
A smutty oneshot between fem!reader and trikey
Summary: You had a fetish for older men. Luckily they took you into their arms and lifted the weights from your shoulders with the snap of their fingers.
Word count: 1477 TW: Smut, threesomes, perversion, dirty talk, cnc.
“I think I prefer you without the dress on.” Trevor sneered as he watched you engulf the heavy erection of Michael’s, his face scrunching with mere delight the moment your tongue made contact with his sensitive tip again after taking turns for the past hour.
You were unresponsive to his comment since your mouth remained occupied with another man.
“I like this girl,” He murmured to Michael. “She’s a real beauty… Gorgeous ass, perfect tits. I gotta know what that pussy tastes like…”
“She’s all yours.” You heard the other man croak from the immense pleasure he was facing. It excited you; being passed around like meat.
“You hear that? You’re all mine, baby.” Trevor spoke from behind. Shivers ran up your spine. While you ducked your head back onto Michael, swirling his cock around as you sucked upwards and down, enjoying the surface layer of sweat and his natural scent of booze.
You hardly noticed the way your lower body got adjusted into a kneeling position. Until his breath seized the surface of your backslide, causing you to grow sloppy and whiney.
“Oh, oh…” Michael smirked down at your reaction to Trevor’s breath facing your rear side. “I think she’s ready for you, T.”
“You don’t say?” The other man returned with a passionate gaze. “Delicate pussy, sugar… Are you sure you’re not a virgin? All I see is pureness. Such a pure, sexy pussy.”
“Mhm. Something tells me she’s experienced.” He’d grunt. “Ain’t no one suck like this before.”
Trevor’s lips switched into a hefty grin. He raised an eyebrow as his friend continued to get the royal treatment of having you devouring his lap with an apparent experienced tongue. It made him curious. If you weren’t a virgin; he wanted to gain an opportunity of giving you a newer experience.
His fingers caressed the sight of your open pussy that was building up with arousal and cum. It trailed from your clit, downwards, reaching your anus, his fingertip gently pressing against it, noticing how your back arched at the sudden sensation of having your rear side fondled.
He inserted a finger and heard a distant groan of your lips fighting against Michael’s abnormally sized cock that hardened and increased in size. Trevor smirked. He continued to insert his finger until you cried out in clear indications of your acknowledgment.
“Atta girl…” He responded and softly kissed your lower back, his finger still within your anus. “I’ll go easy, sugar. I’ll go easy.”
You whimpered into Michael as drool seeped from your lips and down his sensitive skin. The man you were tasting started to stroke your hair, a comforting gesture while his best friend explored your lower body, enjoying as much as you had to offer from your body that they craved for.
Trevor kissed down your inner thighs until he reached your pussy, pecking around the inner folds before closing his eyes and taking you into his mouth, his fingers still stationary in your anus, occasionally moving to make you grunt or whine his name.
He was gentle then turned aggressive. Michael’s grip on your head kept you occupied so you faced overstimulation of having all your holes loved. Tears were brimming and your cheeks were damp. It was all out of pleasure. You never experienced so much sensations that you stared up at Michael, sobbing on his cock as he’d tug on your hair with domination.
“C’mon, sweetheart.” He calmly encouraged you to keep sucking. Though it sounded like a demand, scaring you into bobbing your head repeatedly in case you lose favour of his praises.
The same goes to Trevor who took breaks in between your cunt so he could admire how sensual your body looked from between your legs. He saw your breasts dangle and scrape the covers whenever you throated Mikey’s cock; your nipples erected and stomach bloating out with your heavy breathes.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect, baby.” Trevor worshiped before detaching himself from your rear side and standing up. He hovered over you instead, his hands grasping your hips and caressing your soft skin that was heated and warm with sexuality.
Michael noticed and smiled up to his friend who was going to take advantage of how loose you had got from Trevor’s tongue making love to your pussy. “That time already, T?”
“Can’t help myself,” He grunted and unbuckled his pants. “I’m in love with this slut.”
“I’m sure she’ll love it rough.”
“Keep her working, Mikey. Make use of her throat,” Winked Trevor who lowered his head down to your shoulder blade, whispering into your skin with a husky voice. “It’ll be hard to stay away from you after this, Angel.”
Your cheeks blushed and you were going to answer back but Michael pushed you back into his cock, leaving Trevor to laugh at how messy you had got with your hair tangled and tears trickling down your shiny face.
“Remember the rules, baby.” Mikey muttered.
“She’ll remember.” Trevor exhaled in relief when he lined up his own cock to your rear side. He tested the area, rubbing himself into your inner thigh and the opening of your anus before making up his mind, thrusting into your pussy instead.
Both of you made a high-pitched noise that sent shivers up Michael’s spine.
He had the luxury of seeing his best friend suddenly pound into you; his hairy chest clenching inwards as he’d inhale sharply, pleasuring himself to the feeling of your pussy around his eager cock that currently twitched and shouted for mercy.
“How’s she feeling?” Mikey asked, smirking.
“Like a billion fuckin’ bucks…” Trevor bit into his lower lip and thrusted back into your soaked cunt. “I love this girl, Mikey… She’s an Angel…”
“You hear that, darling? You’ve got him wrapped around your pretty little finger.” Both of them snickered to themselves.
You couldn’t talk back. Suffering the gag of the older man’s skin rubbing into your tongue, their banter degraded and tormented your pleasure. You wanted to initiate dirty talk back and express your satisfaction but the appeal was denied.
Trevor started to increase his pace once he grew confident. His nails pierced your hips as he thrusted with a low moan, closing his eyes for a moments rest and opening up to see Michael petting your head like a low-life pet. His lips quivered with joy; hips slamming in and out enough to hear you whimper into Michael’s cock that’s close to coming inside your throat again.
They made you swallow him for the third time when he came. The man’s groan sounded painful but you knew it was out of relief, swallowing his salty fluids and returning to his now softness. You needed to make him hard again – you were ordered to by the grip in your hair.
“Mhm… I love that,” Trevor murmur from behind, spreading your legs more so you lost balance and fell right into Michael’s cock, deep-throating it with a loud whine. Trevor thrusted into you again with a wide smirk, “Louder, sugar. Louder.”
Tears swell your eyes again.
“You’re making her cry.”
He grinned towards Mikey and recoiled inside again, “I can hear her. Is the pretty girl coping?”
“She’s coping beautifully,” Michael caressed your chin with a soft smile before repositioning his cock from your throat and rubbing into your cheek. “You had enough, sweetheart?”
“No… No.” Finally, you spoke.
“You want more?”
“Please.”
Mikey nodded and slapped his tip onto your tongue again.
“She likes us.”
“Ngh! – “ He grunted when you sucked him straight away, leaning back and giving Trevor a dazed face of bliss.
“I can feel you getting’ close, baby,” Trevor’s breath penetrated the back of your ear as he properly inserted himself deep down, hitting every surface with aggression and violence, assaulting you with consensual lust.
Your face scrunched up and body started to shake uncontrollably.
“I’m gonna cum inside you.” He demanded before pushing your head back down onto Michael’s lap and forcing himself against your core, panting as he started to orgasm, his semen buried deep within your body, breeding you with his own DNA.
Soft cries left your lips and Michael watched your back arch into Trevor’s chest. He smirked.
“Fuck, fuck… Sugar, fuck – “ His friend whinged and collapsed against you; his bodily weight trapping you against Michael’s frame, like a human sandwich toasting you alive.
Trevor’s cock remained tucked inside your beaten pussy as cum drippled out. His nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, eyes barely opening but still gaining the sight of Michael rubbing the pre-cum from your lips.
He exhaled sharply and gave you gentle kisses against your jaw – an example of his low-effort aftercare while you took Mikey out of your mouth, finally accessing the courage to talk after the minutes of non-stop playing.
“Thank you,” Your voice wobbled. “Thank you. Both.”
