Three's a crowd - Zeeko Zaki, Lewis Tan & Pablo Schreiber x Reader
Warnings: threesome, smut, smut and just smut.
This if for @blowmymbackout sorry its taken me an age to get this finished.
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Zeeko is first. You both overindulge in a make-out session worthy of a well directed porn film. You're moaning, his groaning. You writhing on the bed against each other, above the covers like there isn't two other people in the room watching. Waiting.
You're on top of Zeeko, grinding your hips up and down his thigh that you straddle. His tongue deep in your mouth as he holds your face in his hands. Is it possible to still want someone so much while you're touching them?
Clothes are shed slowly, as if you're both too caught up to realise that clothing is in the way to take it off all in one go. Zeeko's top is the first to go. Your hands blindly explore his torso inch by inch as he rolls you onto your back. Then your top is gone, only a split second between it being pulled past your head and your mouth reconnecting with Zeeko's. He's really good with mouth.
And his hands. It's like his hands pay you back in kind for the work your hands just did, but better.
When his mouth finds your neck, you breath out an 'Oh god' next to his ear as his hips grind against yours. You have to tell yourself not to cum without feeling him inside you. You only get one go with him and you're not wasting it.
Your shorts and panties go together, but you're pretty sure someone else is taking them off. You can feel Zeeko's hands somewhere else as your clothing is dragged down your legs.
Someone clearly telling you both to hurry up and get to it. You know who it is but pay him no mind. You're enjoying taking your time with Zeeko, you wish you could do this all night.
His hands grope up the side of your thighs, his fingers make a smooth entrance. Your own fingers clamp around his jaw, your mouth drops open as he tries to keep kissing you. "You like that" he softly laughs. Your knew he'd be good with his hands.
When you don't answer his fingers push in further. You grab his wrist, pushing back. "Don't make me cum like this" you whisper.
Zeeko knows what you mean. What you want. He hikes your leg up higher – allowing better access to line himself up. You can feel the latex of the condom against the inside of your thigh.
It's far better than you had expected. He slides all the way inside of you in one fluid motion. Your eyes closing in bliss, breath catching in your chest as your fingers dig into his skin. Fingers almost embedded into his biceps.
Your head drops back against the bed. You're pretty sure you can't breathe. The pleasant feeling of him filling you up, stretching you out.
“There you go.” There's so much comfort in his voice as one of his large hand cradles the side of your face. Your body shudders as you feel him slowly pull his hips back. He doesn't fully withdraw, his thumb slips into your open mouth as he pushes back in.
His pace is slow, languid, deep strokes. His other hand hold your in place, keeping you where you are, no risk if you escaping. Not that you want to.
"Princess" Pablo leans towards you, speaking into your ear. You want to touch him, but you also can't let go of Zeeko's arms as he continued his pace.
You whimper when you open your mouth to reply to Pablo. All you can do is turn your head to meet his, his tongue brushed against your lip. You try to follow his tongue, stretching your neck up. "You want me to kiss you?“ you nod. You need to get out of the moment, you don't want to come yet.
Pablo grips your face, turning it roughly. His tongue slips into your mouth. His beard scratches against your chin. And then your cheek as his kisses to your neck. You're pretty sure he's giving you a hickey.
You see Lewis off to the side. He looks like he's fighting the urge to join in. But he waits his turn. There's a glint in his eye, a look on his face that says you'll get yours from him.
Zeeko's annoyed at the interruption. It's his time and his time only. One by one he lift up your legs so your knees are up by your chest, and he leans into you with most of his weight. His forearms resting on your chest, heavy against your sternum between your breasts. You can breath. Just about. His hands find your throat.
His grip is soft at first, he wants you to look at him. His pace slows down even more. His hips moving down as he pushes in, and up as he draws out.
The sensation is so intense you can't hold eye contact for long, your eyes rolling back in your head, and your finger nails are digging into his sides and back trying to get him closer.
"You want me to stop baby?“ he stops moving his hips. Just holding himself deep in you and you can't even form words so you just shake your head side to side slowly.
His pace starts again, but still slow and deep, he smirks as he feels you tighten around him. He watches you carefully, like he can see the point inside you he's hitting through your eyes.
When you cum, you cum hard. Your can't open your eyes at first, your back arches but Zeeko keeps a grip on your throat, holding you down.
He removes one hand from your throat, using it to balance and steady himself as he cums. His hips stutter, the grip on your throat tightens and he grinds his hips against yours.
"Shit" you gasp, as your stomach spasms. He's deep, really deep. And then he's not. His hand let's go of your throat. His presence lifting away. Your arm slips off the edge of the bed before you can catch yourself.
"You okay?" Zeeko catches you for a moment. You nod, holding onto him.
"Fuck" Zeeko laughs as he lets you go and walks away. You struggle to push yourself up to sit, your body still shaking and spasming.
You whine in defeat, falling back against the bed taking a deep breathe.
Your pulled closer to the edge of the bed, by an ankle. Then flipped over onto your stomach. You don't fight it. You can't.
The sting of a slap on you ass, draws you attention behind you. It's Lewis. He strokes himself, slowly as he stands behind you, between your legs. "My turn" he grins. He makes a show of rolling on the condom.
You're not ready, you still need to catch your breath.
Lewis adjusts you slightly, he keeps you on your front, but lifts one of your legs up onto the bed.
His hand presses into your lower back. Lewis is rough compared to Zeeko. But that's not necessarily an issue.
He enters you roughly, you're balling the bed covers into your palms. His pace is faster, but still deep as he pins you down into the bed.
Lewis tugs you back against him, leaning down over you. Your cheek presses uncomfortably into the mattress. "You like it rough, don't you" he growls into your ear.
You struggle to nod, your face still pressed into the mattress. He laughs pushing up off of you. His hand stings against your ass as you take a large breath.
Lewis tugs your hips up off the bed a little. You feel his hands spread your ass to watch himself moving in and out of you.
Lewis' hands grip your upper arms and he pulls you back up off the bed with a yank. "Look at you" he laughs, you arch your back as Lewis pulls on your arms.
"Look at them when I'm fucking you. Look" you turn your head to the side best you can, looking at Zeeko and Pablo. Lewis picks up his pace, harsh thrusts that make your chest bounce roughly.
Pablo is sitting back with Zeeko, he seems satisfied with Lewis' harsh interaction with you. He's enjoying that Lewis is far from soft like Zeeko was.
Zeeko moves to get up but Pablo stops him, shaking his head saying something.
Lewis let's go of one of your arms, you steady yourself with your free arm, only to find him shifting his grip from your arm to your throat. You use your other now free arm to hold yourself up so his hold on your throat isn't so much.
His hands tighten as you tighten around him. "You like being choked?" he asks, you nod best you can. "Oh, you gonna cum? I can feel that" you don't nod, your head drops forward as your cum, the bed cover balling into you hands again.
When his grip around your throat tightens as he cums you try to make him let go but he doesn't, growling as he grinds his hips into your ass.
When he does let go of your throat you fall against the bed, your arms unable to hold you up. He pulls out of you quickly and slaps your ass one more time. A sharp slap, you can feel how sore it will be tomorrow and the following days.
"That was fun!" Lewis laughs.
You don't even bother to try and roll over, you just lie there and wait.
You shiver when Pablo turns you on to your back. He leans over you, his fingers brushing your cheek. He kisses you gently.
When he moves lower down your body, dragging his hands over your skin you try to stop him but he bat's your hands away, and settles between your legs.
His beard burns against your thighs as he savours you. He presses down on your hips holding you firmly in place as he pulls shakey gasps, whines and moans from you. You could feel a stitch developing in your side as you struggled to breath, too worn out. You try and push away, but he pulls you back adding the use of his fingers.
When your sounds become muffled, Pablo peers up from in between your legs to see you've grabbed hold of a pillow which you hold against your face, shaking. He laughs as he kisses the inside of your thigh one last time.
He crawls up over your body, tearing the pillow from your hands, throwing it off the bed. With a smile he slips his arm under your waist, pulling you further up onto the bed.
He nudges your legs apart, kneeling between them. When you don't bother to move, he pulls one of your legs up, your ankle resting on his shoulder. He kisses your calf.
"You ready?" he asks resting his forehead against yours. Before you can even nod, he's sliding inside of you with a long groan.
You feel sick. In a good way. Like your body doesn't even know how to react in a logical way anymore. It's all too much.
Pablo is heavy against you. You can feel all of him pinning you down against the bed. His hips grind against yours, your thighs around his waist. You move your hands to his shoulders and chest with a push. But he doesn't like that.
He shakes his head slowly. Each one of his hands gripping you wrists. You try to fight him, but you don't win. Your arms are pinned above your head.
He laces his fingers with yours as he rocks himself into you with all his body weight. “Cuming already" Pablo teased as your walls fluttered around him. He knew the feeling all too well. With one hard thrust you cum. Your fingers tighten as they are laced with Pablo's, he watches you all but pass out under him but he doesn't stop.
He lets your hands go, allowing you to bite on your fist. His hands find your waist and pin you down. He watches you still, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Get up" when you don't move he pulls you up, steadying you as your wobbly on your legs. He sits down on the edge of the bed, still gripping your upper arms to hold you up.
"Get on my lap" you whine in defeat, you don't want to. You have no energy to stand, let alone be on top. You place your hands on his shoulders for balance.
You take Pablo's dick in your hand, sliding your hand up and down it a couple times as you position yourself above it. You stare at Pablo, suppressing any reaction as you slowly sink down onto him.
“You don't make me cum, I'll let Lewis fuck you again" you know what he's doing. Why he's pissed. You debate if you should annoy him. Counter his offer, but who are you kidding, you're already struggling, bit sure where you're now found energy is coming from.
Pablo leans back on his arms, a smug look on his face. You slide your hands up his chest, resting your shaking hands on his shoulders. You lean forward a little, arching your back as you move.
You don't bother trying to keep quiet moaning as you ride up and down, thighs burning. You roll your eyes closed really feeling how Pablo feels inside you. It feels so good the way he fills you up deep, hard and thick.
You create a steady pace, making a show of arching your back, slipping your fingers into your mouth in bliss, then trailing them down your chest as you cup one of your tits. Pablo lucks his lips as he watches you.
You lean forward against his chest, placing your hand on the side of his neck. He throws an arm around your waste, balancing back still on one arm.
"Look at that ass" Lewis admires from behind.
"Lewis, hold her arms" Pablo pushes you back with his hand around your throat. Lewis is up behind you in no time, pulling your arms back behind you. His fingers grip you tightly, like Pablo's around your throat.
You stare at Pablo through hooded eyes, watching as the familiar muscle in his jaw and neck twitches. You let your head drop back, closing your eyes and you slow down your pace moving by feeling the spots where Pablo's dick hits inside you. "Daddy" scrapes out of your throat as your walls constrict around him.
You expect a big orgasm, you've already had too many to count. But the soft buzz ripples harder through you and tense hard, back arching so you can see Lewis. Your whole body tenses as you continue to cum. Pablo drops to his elbows grunting with grip vice like around your throat as his stomach muscles twitching as he cum into you.
Lewis let's go of your arms, letting you drop onto Pablo. "Not fair" he moans as he slaps your ass again. You nuzzle your face into Pablo's neck, enjoying the chance to lay against someone. His chest rises and falls quickly as his arms wrap around you. He holds his lips against the top of your head.
They leave you, fast asleep on the bed. You don't even wake when Pablo pulls out of you.
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Please please please can I have feedback - I literally rewrote this 4 times, @crushed-pink-petals knows what I'm talking about.
