#michael townley x fem!reader

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Reunion Part 2

Part 1  

Trevor Philips x fem!reader, Michael Townley x fem!reader 

Word Count: 3,4k

Warnings: general gta things, murder, the mission where tracey is auditioning for fame or shame, violence, heavy allusions to smut 

Author’s Note: Trevor Philips <3 Trevor <3 T <3 (also I don’t plan on continuing this idea but would love requests for this game if anyone has any :)) 

Tagging: (hope you guys don’t mind me tagging you! You showed interest in a second part and I finally was able to finish what I had <3): @pngxxx, @ugh-why-ugh, @raspberriesbbylol 

Summary: The reader and Trevor go to confront Michael.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

When he pulled up to Michael’s house it was with a slight amount of tension. You were more nervous than him. You had decided the two of you would crash at his friends place while you were away from Sandy Shores, though he made you swear you would go back to the trailer. You weren’t sure why he had fallen in love with the place but you were willing to oblige. You just wanted him to shower first. 

“So this is where Michael Townely is living out his days,” Trevor grumbled. He shut the car door aggressively. You crossed your arms. There was a car in the driveway. You wondered if it was his or Amanda’s. Maybe the kids. They would be so old by now. The last time you had seen them they were just little ones, running around, finding personalities. 

“Michael Townely leaves the door unlocked,” you noted as you pushed the front door open. 

“Fuckin rookie.” 

Trevor pushed past you. You could hear the buzz of a conversation happening in the other room. You followed him as he followed the noise. 

“Stop it you two! You’re ruining my fucking yoga!” You recognized the voice of Amanda. The shrill was hard to forget. 

“Somebody say yoga?” Trevor stepped forward. You remained back a bit, watching to see how they would react to him. Plus, you knew Trevor wanted his moment. There was a long stunned silence. 

“Trevor?” Michael asked. Even hearing his voice made you angry. You didn’t know how Trevor was holding it together. 

“Michael…” “Hey..it’s good to see you man.” 

“Hmm yeah I bet it is. ‘Course, I’m not the one that’s been resurrected.” You stepped into the room, causing another gentle stunned silence. 

“Nice house you got here Mikey.”

Michael had gone to your house. He had waited there and you never came. He figured you had skipped town at the very noise of something happening with the job but he should’ve known better. He should’ve known you would go to Trevor first. You would always go to Trevor first. 

Michael put his son behind him subtly. You tilted your head at the silent insult. You had held that kid the day he was born. 

“I got in a bit of an awkward situation.” 

“Hmm you’re telling me bro. One of those…fake your own deaths to your best buddy and then run off with the dough..live in a big mansion. Awkward. Situation.” Trevor approached him. Michael eyed you. If he had the capacity he would be stunned by the look of you. He had missed you so much. A part of him had even missed Trevor. Maybe he just missed the then. 

“That’s one way of looking at it.” 

“Yeah? Do you have any other ways of looking at it?” you asked. You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall beside a man who had an unnaturally large bun in his hair. You recognized the others in the room but not him. Maybe he was Amanda’s boytoy. You almost snorted. 

“It’s been a long time. I’ve been in witness protection, I still am.”

“Save the excuses Michael,” you argued. You pushed yourself off the wall. 

“Where are our manners!?” Trevor exclaimed. “We come waltzing in and don’t even say hi to old friends. Amanda, it is good to see you. I missed you. You used to be fatter. Nice new tits by the way,” he said, approaching her. She backed away as he walked forward. You eyed her evenly. He pointed at Jimmy. “Jimmy, you used to be thinner. But ah, can’t blame you.” He gestured to Jimmy’s parents. 

You stared, reminded of a life you could have had and never got. 

Trevor stopped at the man with the man bun. 

“Who are you?” 

“Namaste. I’m Fabien.” You snorted. Trevor turned to you.

 “You all remember Y/N! Except you Fabien.” You waved. “You know, she thought I was dead. I thought she was dead. I wonder who would’ve pushed that idea!” Trevor was standing in front of Michael again. You walked forward. 

“You look good Michael,” you mused. “Amanda, are you fucking Fabien? I’ve gotta know, I’m sorry.” Amanda gasped and tried to stammer out half thought up answer. Trevor interrupted her. 

“Where’s Tracey?” 

“Jim, where’s your sister?” Michael questioned. 

“Uh..um…uh she’s..she’s trying out for TV.” Everyone turned to look at him. The tension dissipated. 

“She’s what?” Michael asked. 

“Yeah, she’s auditioning for Fame or Shame.” 

“The fuck you talking about?”

“You know, it’s that talent slash skill show. She loves it, you guys know that.” “What’s her talent?” “Dancing.” 

“Oh Christ, she’s a horrible dancer.” 

“She might disagree with you on that.” 

“Jesus Christ, now. Now? Where?” 

“Um..the Maze Bank Arena.” 

Trevor jumped into the father son conversation. 

“Our little Tracey being humiliated, let’s go. We go get her.” 

“We?” Michael asked. 

“We,” you agreed. “You gonna stand there and argue while your daughter becomes a national laughing stock? You’re worse than I thought.” Michael held your eye contact. 

“Fine.” 

-

You grabbed Tracey, who was ecstatic to see you and Trevor until she wasn’t. Then you followed some dick head through Los Santos. Trevor punched him, stripped him, then recorded him doing some shitty dance. All regular Trevor things. 

“You comin’ babe?” Trevor asked, hoping into the front end of a semi. 

“I’ll meet you back at the apartment,” you promised. “I’ll have this asshole drive me.” You gestured to Michael.

“Don’t put any bullets in his head without me.”

“Yes sir.” 

“Don’t be long!” 

Trevor took a hard turn but before he left completely he leaned out the window. 

“Hey Michael!” 

“Yeah Trevor?” 

He leaned forward, a small smug smile on his face.

“She fucked me. She fucked me.” Nine years of that lingering question and there it was. There was the truth that Michael had been hanging off of. The way Trevor said it, he knew it was true. The eye roll on your face was too obvious. “See ya soon.” 

He drove away. You were left in his dust, in the Trevorless hole. You looked at Michael.

“That true?” he asked, like he didn’t know the answer. 

“Nine years. All our money. Death certificate.” He nodded slowly. 

“So you found the easiest psycho on the block?” Your jaw hardened. 

“I found my best friend.” Michael knew he was being hard on you. He shouldn’t be. You weren’t insane like Trevor. You were insane with Trevor. He might’ve been able to build a relationship with you if he had told you he was alive sooner. 

You were offended. Michael was acting like he hadn’t just waltzed back into your life after being resurrected. He had no right to judge you and Trevor. 

“I thought you were dead,” you told him. He nodded once, gesturing to the car. You got in the passenger seat. There was something to be said about you trusting him enough to drive you around. He could cap you and leave you, you knew that. He was capable of it. But he wasn’t going to, not now that he finally got you back. 

��I couldn’t exactly tell you I was, after it all went down.” He started the car. 

“Where are we going?” 

“I ain’t taking you back to Trevor if that’s what you’re asking.” You rolled your eyes. He avoided your question. “I knew you were out there, I figured Trevor was. I knew Lester was. It was better for everyone if I stayed dead.” 

“Brad went to jail.” Michael gave you a side eye. You squinted at him, confused. Finally your eyes opened wide in realization. “They killed Brad.” 

“Brad died,” he said, like it was any better. 

“Who is in that jail cell?”

“No one.” Your mouth dropped a bit in amazement. All this time, the grave you had been mourning at was not Michael’s but Brad’s. You felt a pang of guilt. He deserved your grief all this time. You looked straight ahead. He was driving through the heart of Los Santos. 

“Damn,” you muttered. “Still can’t believe you’re alive Mikey.” 

“Me too girl. Me too.” He took a sharp turn. “Thank you for helping me with Tracey. Not that I needed it.” 

“You had it handled, I know.” You rolled your eyes. You glanced over at him. Your Michael Townley, alive again. You shook your head. “Amanda seems happy.”

He scoffed. 

“You met Fabian. She’s clearly happy.” You snorted. 

“I never liked her and then Jimmy came along and…”

“Yeah well I wanted a family,” he admitted. “Fat lot of good it’s done me now. Both my kids hate me and my wife cheats on me. I’m back in the world of crime with my formally dead best friends.” “We were not the dead ones.” 

Michael thought of Lester’s words. 

She deserved better than both of you. But you have to know she would’ve always chosen him. 

He shook off the haunting thoughts. He didn’t let himself feel how much he had loved you. 

“I went to your apartment,” he said.

“Stalker.” 

“Yesterday,” he corrected. “I waited for you. I had Lester tell me where you lived and I waited,” he explained. “You never came.” 

“Yeah I think Trevor cleared that one up for you,” you muttered. “I was in a shitty trailer bed in Sandy Shores.”

“You were always welcome in my bed  in Rockford Hills.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Townley, you’re a married man!” He glanced over at you. You met his gaze. The joke hung in the air and slowly became more serious. You pursed your lips and a sense of melancholy went over his eyes. “What a life it would’ve been though huh?”

“It doesn’t have to be-”

“Yeah Mikey. It does.” Your voice was serious. The one you used during business. He pulled into the parking lot of the boardwalk. He wasn’t sure what made him come here. He just didn’t wanna go home yet. Kids passed in front of the car, going towards the rides. The car stayed running. “You died on me.”

“I’m not dead now.”

The look you gave him was not a forgiving one. You reached across the center console, grabbing his hand. You smiled sadly at him. 

“I gotta go.” 

“No you don’t.” 

“Yeah, I do.” 

For a moment he thought you were gonna kiss him. Your lips were so alluring and so close. The same lips he had fantasized about when he was still a kid technically, early twenties, filled with hormones. Your look was too fucking sad. He had gotten you back, your lips were right there. What had he always sworn he was going to do if he saw you again? Damn Amanda, damn Trevor? 

He kissed you. It was feverish. Fast, passionate, filled with years of tension. You kissed him back for a moment. There was a moment in that kiss, maybe longer than a moment, where it was all okay. It was the kiss he had always wanted and it felt as good as he had always thought it would. 

You pulled away and got out of the car. You didn’t speak, you didn’t break that moment for him. He was still leaning across the console when you left the car and he lingered there for a moment too long. You took out your phone, walked towards the amusement rides, and called a cab. 

-

You tossed money at the cab driver, enough for a tip as well. The driver left you quickly, back at his job just as quickly as he had come. You were grateful the drive wasn’t long. 

Michael’s lips still stained yours. You wanted to kiss Trevor. Bad. 

It wasn’t that the kiss with Michael wasn’t good. In fact, it was great. It was a good kiss with a guy you had once loved, with a guy you could’ve built a good life with. But now it tasted like betrayal and lost worlds.  

You didn’t bother knocking. The door opened slowly into the hallway. You could hear voices coming from inside the apartment. 

“Debra isn’t gonna like this,” Floyd said nervously. 

“Debra isn’t gonna like any of this. Don’t fuckin worry, I’ll make sure you’re man of the year in way of making girlfriends angry,” Trevor’s voice responded. When you turned the corner you could see Trevor was writing on the walls. The main entrance that had once said live, laugh, love, was now crudely covered with eat, shit, die. You recognized the handwriting. 

“I really would prefer it if you didn’t,” Floyd said. Trevor turned around to answer him, some sarcastic answer hanging on his lips. He didn’t say it when he saw you. His face immediately softened and whatever snarky comment he was going to say died in his mouth. 

“That was quick.” 

“Michael’s fast,” you muttered. He narrowed his eyes on you. 

“You didn’t-”

“No. No.” He nodded once. He felt relieved to hear that. You were his. He wasn’t gonna share you any more, he was sick of sharing you. 

“Do you think you could get him to stop?” Floyd questioned. You looked at the walls, covered in black markers. You shook your head. 

“He doesn’t have a leash.” 

“My girl.” He waltzed back over to you, cupping your cheek with his hand and kissing you. It was the kind of kiss you were wanting. You melted into it, not caring that Floyd was watching. 

Floyd wanted to make a comment about how you deserved better. But the way you leaned into the kiss was something Debra had never done for him. Maybe he could take some notes from Trevor. 

“I grabbed the guest bedroom. King bed.” 

“That’s Debra’s bed,” Floyd muttered, but neither of you listened. 

“That sounds fancy,” you admitted. You smiled up at him, happy to be back. It was like a dream. All of those fantasies you had about what life could’ve been had started to mold into this weird perfect situation with Trevor. “You test it out yet?”

“I wanted to wait for you m’lady,” he said, lowly. You rolled your eyes but it didn’t seem genuine with the smile on your lips. He put his hand on the small of your back. 

“Did you take a shower?” He was the one to roll his eyes this time. 

“You’re askin a lot of me doll.” 

“We need to go shopping too. I can get you all snazzy,” you promised. “I’ll steal some of Townley’s money to do it too.” 

“You had me at steal.”

He was like a love struck puppy. It read in his eyes. Trevor fell in love with every girl who gave him a passing look. This one was looking right at him, always had been. He was so exhilarated with winning the game he and Michael had played for so long that he couldn’t feel anything else except lust and love. 

“Shower.” He groaned, long, dramatic. 

“You wanna come?” Your smile was playful. You pushed him towards the bathroom. He took it as a no. His hands lingered on you for as long as you let him. “I’ll be five minutes.” 

“Scrub between your toes too T.” 

“Yeah yeah.” He walked into the bathroom, waving. He hadn’t brought clothes in with him. He would either walk back out in the same outfit, defeating the purpose of the shower, or he’d walk out naked. You walked to the guest bedroom and grabbed some clothes for him, feeling Floyd’s eyes on you. 

“How long do you think you guys will be staying?” he asked nervously. He could read Trevor but you were harder to understand. You seemed normal for the most part. He was worried you might blow up on him. 

“Hopefully not long,” you promised. You could hear the water running so you opened the door. 

“Ocupado!” Trevor called. You put his clothes on the sink. 

“Wear these.” 

“Is it lingerie?” You rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you. 

“I’m sorry we crashed like this. Been a long time since we’ve seen each other.”

“He doesn’t exactly care for boundaries does he?”

“Don’t say that too loud Floyd,” you joked. You looked around. Everytime you entered this apartment it was slightly dirtier. You wondered what would happen when Debra returned, storming through the door. “We’ll be out of your hair as soon as possible,” you lied. 

“Okay,” he muttered. He looked down at the table, smeared with pizza sauce and other substances he didn’t want to identify. 

“Sorry about him. He’s just kinda..like that.”

“So you two haven’t seen each other in a long time?” he repeated. You nodded once. 

“I thought he was dead. He thought I was dead. Life of crime is not for the faint of heart,” you said offhandedly. You wondered if you should run to your apartment and grab some clothes. You wondered how long Trevor planned on staying. 

“Yeah I don’t think I wanna be involved,” he explained. You shrugged. 

“Happens to the best of us.” 

You walked into the guest bedroom to look around for some clothes of your own to change into. You tossed your phone on the sheets, noting the new contact in it. Michael De Santa. There was a text from him. 

You looked at it from afar, like reading it through a squint would make it less real. 

It doesn’t have to be like this. 

That was it. He knew it had to be like this. You had told him. You had a text from Lester as well. His faceless contact made your phone screen bright. 

It’s safer to stay out of this, was all he said. You rolled your eyes. When had you ever cared about how safe something was? Your bullet wound in the shoulder ached with the memories. You didn’t like being warned or being persuaded. You turned your phone around. 

The bathroom door opened. You were standing beside the closet, moving aside some of Debra’s things. Thankfully she seemed to have brought most of it with her, wherever she went. 

Trevor walked into the room, closing the door lightly behind him. You met his eyes. He was clean, wet from the humid water. Finally wearing clean clothes, sweatpants and a shirt. He dipped his head to kiss you like you were giving him his last breath. 

“I wanna get married,” he muttered against your lips. He was leaning against the bed, his back legs flush with the sheets. You laughed. “I’m serious. It’s been too long. We would’ve done it ages ago.”

“Slow down cowboy.” 

You gently pushed him onto the bed. He looked up at you with the most devoted eyes. You straddled him, pushing your hair so it was out of your face. 

“Aren’t you wanted by the FIB?” you questioned. “You think they’re gonna sign our marriage certificate?”

“We can get an Elvis. Get drunk. Have a month long honeymoon.” His eyes wandered your body. His body reacted quickly to you being on top of him. The thought was alluring, you couldn’t lie.

“Okay,” you breathed, kissing him. “Later. We have all the time in the world now,” you promised. “I just wanna stay right…here.” He moaned as your lips nipped his ear. 

“Whatever you want.” 

[rreskk]

Hiii

How about a threesome with Trevor x fem!Reader x Mickey for a one-night stand ? 👀

Don't know if they could be competitive 🤔

Great idea! I've never done something like this before so sorry if anything lacks clarity or unclear. Enjoy!

Summary: A supposedly drunk hookup with Michael Townley ended with a second bang.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Michael Townley/Fem! reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 2357

North Yankton – 2002 – A motel located within Ludendorff

Michael Townley, the guy you were originally drinking and hooking up with, brought you back to his humble motel room.

It was a poverty-stricken room. The TV was static, the wallpapers were faded and stained with unidentified substances. It was a needful environment; desperate for maintenance and updates. There were two beds centred near each other. Michael used the nearest one; the cleanest one. The other one was messy. It had needles and pipes scattered across the duvets, a pool of dried up blood permanently marking the two stiff pillows. Michael mentioned – No. He protested that it wasn’t his mess (someone else’s, someone present), whatever that meant…

But that didn’t matter, not as long as you were hardly sober.

When you both stumbled forward, your fingers pathetically looped with each other. The intensity was louder than the movements in the bathroom as two hard footsteps shook the surrounding floor. It took your undying attention but Michael insisted it was nothing, ripping off your clothes and grasping at your curves drunkenly, not realising that it wasn’t just nothing.

Someone was there.

It wasn’t alarmed yet. You were both kissing with tongues and groping each other’s bodies before seeing an amused grin from a deranged looking stranger that huddled the other bed, claiming the junk and drug-fuelled massacre.

Michael was on top of you, kissing the skin of your neck as you made eye contact with this man. He looked aroused, but also very VERY high. His brown, dark eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were dilated extremely inhumanly. He placed a shaky finger to his lips, demanding you to keep quiet as he didn’t want Michael to know of his presence. He just wanted to watch.

There was something so sinister about him. The guy had a messy mullet that struct in every direction, his hair greasy and untamed. When he grinned at you, this weight of his moustache was lifted to present a pair of sharpy and yellow teeth. He hasn’t blinked since you’ve noticed him. He was constantly staring at you, occasionally licking his lips and toying with the bulge between his legs.

You’d subtly gasp to grab Michael’s attention, finding yourself intimated by the audience beside you. As you nudged him with your legs, he sat up with a raise eyebrow until you pointed towards the other bed. Michael looked over and went wide eyed.

“What the fuck – Trevor!”

The other guy groaned at the disruption of seeing you both get at it.

“Don’t stop on my account, Mikey. You got yourself a heartbreaker, ay?” Trevor smirked at you with his morbid teeth.

“T, the fuck you doing here? Brad said you were out for the night.”

“I was out for the night, I got back an hour ago… Then you two love-birds decided to show up and keep me company, hm? Ain’t that right, sweetheart? What’s your name?”

The question made you shudder. The way he chewed his tongue in attempt of charming you despite the cruel look in his face.

“Leave her alone,” Michael covered your naked chest with his duvet, “She don’t want you around, neither do I.”

“I wonder what Amanda would think of this, am I right?” Trevor carried on tormenting with his lips twitching at the effects of whatever drug he’s on. He suddenly scowled when your breasts were out of his sight, making the atmosphere more hostile.

“Who’s Amanda?” You sheepishly asked.

T’s eyes softened at your confusion. There was a flicker of empathy before it switched off when Michael opened his mouth again.

“She’s no one, darling. Listen – Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this idiot would be here.”

Your thigh was still being caressed during his “truthful” apology. The gesture was happening from under the cold covers, away from Trevor’s perverted eyes. There was silence as no one believed Michael’s words, neither did he. You were left lying there before making eye contact with the other man again, being received a smaller but cheesier smirk.

“What’s he doing under there?”

“Nothing.” Mikey quickly said and snatched his hand away from your legs.

“Lies, lies, lies…” Trevor jumped off his bed and leaned over you, his head almost colliding with Michael’s. He was observing your face, neck, collarbone; trying to see at least a snip of your breasts again.

“Trevor, the fuck are you doing? Leave her alone.”

“Ohh, come on… Really? She’s a gorgeous girl… Why can’t we share, hm? Sweetheart, do you mind a bit of Uncle T in the action? I’m a gentle guy.” The drug addict smirked.

In a way, he was an interesting guy. His charming personality was already magic. There was something promising that it made you maintain eye-contact, your heart beating twice as much as it was before. Trevor shamelessly began fondling your shoulder before giving Michael a blank stare; telling him non-verbally that he will participate, even through the objections.

“If you don’t want it, you can leave and I’ll finish her off.” Threatened Trevor until his friend hesitantly sat up, looking at you for consent.

And when you nodded, their eyes both lit up with excitement.

Michael sat up and moved towards the end of the bed, pulling you with him and helping you get into position. You leaned onto your arms – ass hunched in the air, being fondled and massaged in preparation while Trevor crawls towards you. He pressed his back against the bed-railings and arched his lower body, your chin being in proportion with his crotch.

“Just like old times, Michael.” There was a wholesome sense of relief in Trevor’s voice. He was fully fixated on you, brushing some hair strands away from your face, tucking them behind your red ears.

Behind you was the sound of flies being unzipped. You returned to your position and held your glutes up high. Mike placed his hands upon your hips and rocked you into his erection. Without seeing the length, you were flabbergasted at how hard and big he was. Your mouth fell open, staring up at T with glassy eyes while his smirk gets wider. The sight of you rocking back and forth with your breasts shaky and hanging from your chest was the exact awakening for his bulge to throb.

“Ohhhh… Look at you, sugar. Keep your eyes on me, come on girl.”

You followed Trevor’s instructions and sucked in your lips, whining quietly as Michael continued thrusting in and out. You noticed how crazed his brown eyes were. Trevor studied the way your mouth chimed open. His erection pulsed even harder now. It craved the sensation of your saliva. It wanted to be suffocated and tortured by your tongue.

He placed a thumb on your bottom lip and forced your mouth open while shaking down his jeans. His white briefs were exposed and the hardened sight of his damp penis throbbed and twitched. You saw it move from under his pants. The tip was bulging red and there was already pre-cum drooling from the surface.

“Keep your mouth open,” He huskily ordered and exacted his cock from the imprisonment of his clothes. Trevor’s hands grasped the back of your head, roughly holding onto your hair strands and knocked his groin forward, sending the penis into your mouth.  

You immediately gagged.

He wasn’t that big, but he had will-power. T panted at the contact of your teeth with his foreskin. His nostrils flared and he cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck…” He nibbled onto his lip, “Jesus. Tell me your name, sugar. Choke your name on my fuckin’ cock, you slut.”

Michael was grunting and churning when listening to this interaction. He had his visions glues to your ass that grinded against his length, enjoying the intimate contact (that he doesn’t receive much). You could tell as he was desperate with the thrusts. He was very lively and rigid that pronouncing your name and introducing yourself to Trevor was merely impossible. Mikey was hunched over your back, his hips sloppily slapping against your frame. He had a strong physique so he was naturally heavy handed with his movements – Handling you with authority.

“Shit.” Even his moans were short and stiff. It could easily match how major and serious he felt about this interaction.

You wanted to shout his name, but Trevor’s feisty cock rammed itself in and out of your mouth. Your tongue tried to catch up, only managing to wipe the pre-cum he had gifted you for making him aroused and horny. The hand around your head was also aggressive and hostile. He didn’t have natural power like Michael’s, but it was extremely combative and confrontational.

“Tell me your fuckin’ name, swee – Oh, Oh fuck me. You’re so fuckin’ hot. Mhmmm…” The commands were ongoing. He was belittling you at this point, and you loved it. This guy was seriously unforgettable. May the Lord thank him for interrupting your precious alone time with Michael.

When you thought you were getting used to the pace of both men fucking with you, Mikey decides to speed up. He was throbbing inside you. He was exactly hitting your sensitive patch and you had no time to prepare for the sudden pleasure.

“Mike-“ You strangled on Trevor’s cock. You were beginning to drool, the saliva strands hanging from your chin and lips. He giggled at how needy you were. He’d give his friend a small smirk after your attempt of moaning his name.

“Mikey this, Mikey that… Baby, Uncle T wants to know your fuckin’ name. Come on… Choke it out.”

“[y/n] – Oh! Urgh!”

“[y/n]?” Trevor mimicked your struggle with a grin. He watched you slurp his foreskin, your eyes getting glassier when your words were thrown back up into your throat, “Come on. Louder.”

“I ca-“

“LOUDER!”

You collapsed onto Trevor’s stomach, his cock still adventuring in your mouth. Michael had made your arms fail to hold your strength anymore. You sluggishly fell against the sheets, making him kneel and dig deeper within your sex.

Trevor almost felt jealous at how good Mikey was making you feel. He’d glare at him, his fingers scraping your scalp with jealousy and anger. He had full sights of Townley fucking you nice and good. Trevor watched and grinded his teeth. He decided it was no excuse to slunk and he thrusted his penis into your mouth, lifting up your face and watched how eager you took it. You were intimidated by how angry he was. The way his eyebrows darkened and caused shadows over his whole face. There his lips quivering and screwing up into a petty scowl as he caressed your cheek and hair; this guy was dangerously confusing to read.

“[y/n], fuck.” T growled and urged you faster.

You held onto his thighs for support and felt your climax grow closer.

“I’m gonna-“

“Same.” Cried out Michael who had sweat trickling the hairline of his buzzcut. He went to slow down but Trevor scoffed.

“Woah, hey! Fuck her through the orgasm, you slacker!”

You felt him begin to fasten his face, thankful that Trevor stopped him from stopping. You stroked his thigh and gazed up at him with the cock still buried in your mouth. You wanted to express your appreciation but he seemed to get it, and smirked.

“I’m your favourite, aren’t I? Isn’t that right, [y/n]? Come on… Come on… Fuck-“ He winced, “Faster baby, I’m almost there.”

You bopped your head up and down before Trevor arched his back and gagged.

“FUCK!”

He came all into your mouth, his semen devouring and soaking up your spit and tongue. He was whining throughout the orgasm, threatening to pull your hair with how antsy and static he was.

 You gasped for air after he pulled his dick away, rubbing it raw as cum sneakily ran from the tip away. Trevor looked ruined. His face was scrunched up with pleasure and pain, obviously easy to please considering you only had to haggle his foreskin with your selfish tongue.

He then leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, breathing the intoxicating and gruesome odour of his body and mouth upon your face while Michael took his last thrust. You were reaching your climax and moaned until he kissed your lips hungrily, holding a hand against your throat and stealing your speech away. His moustache abused your upper lip. You’ll definitely receive a stubble burn after this.

Furthermore, Michael had pulled out in time to come all over your ass as well. He was wrecked to the point of being bright-red and wheezing for air. His shirt was soaked in sweat, his hand gently caressed your shoulder blades while Trevor pulled away from the kiss, monstrously happy with this outcome.

“Look at you both… Hm? Hot messes, especially you, sugar.” He pinched your chin before resting back and closing his eyes to recapture his energy.

Mikey breathed out, “Fuck… You liked that, [y/n]?”

You nodded your head, absolutely exhausted and amazed at their performances. You’ve never had a threesome before. You were almost tempted to do it again.

“Next time, I’ll fuck you. Mikey’s a bit low on the mutual participation.” Trevor grinned. It was like he read your mind.

“Aww, fuck you.”

“Oh? Then who’d fuck [y/n] over there? Hmm, actually, she’d fuck better than you. Hey, sugar, ever tried a strap on?”

You weren’t sure if he was serious or not. T was such an unpredictable character. You rested your chin on his thigh and looked dazed.

“Too soon? Gotcha. I think you’d be a beast anyway…” He smirked as Michael rolled his eyes.

“[y/n]. I’ll take you home.”

“Woah, hey. Let the girl rest. I like her on my lap.”

“How is he not freaking you out?” Mikey asked you with a frown.

“At least I watch out for her, Mr ‘stopping before coming’. What would you do without me-“

“Stop it, please!” You pled. Their bickering had finally made you lose the plot, “You both gave me a good time. Just let me… Rest, okay?”

Trevor smirked at you, “Say no more. Naked cuddle?”

“Jesus Christ, Trevor. Enough!”