ok ok i love when guys say the word sweetheart sue me. is it a crime to have a kink ? if so we’re all going to jail. anyways there was an attempt to write a decent threesome fic. very heavy on the attempt!!! this just randomly spawned in my mind one night and i wrote a bunch of shit down so i put it together into a lil blurb i guess ? i’m hoping if i post this wip it’ll inspire me to finish it
summary:wearing a shirt that says “dibs on the bassist” turns out to be the best thing you have ever done.
warnings:threesome,porn what plot, no plot at all , oral (m&f receiving),piv sex,lots of dirty talk,petekey if you really squint, poorly written LOL
“awww, well isn’t that cute”. pete pulled her closer“now that she’s actually met a bass player she’s too nervous to even take her eyes off the floor”
she felt his hands wander down her back stopping on her lower back. y/n was so tense she was refused to even open her mouth in fear of nervous puking.
mikey pressed up behind her, snaking his right arm around pete’s hips and his left in her back pocket. she could feel is erection pressed up against her.
all of her senses were overwhelmed instantly as the two men stood on either side of her. the stench of sweat and alcohol being faintly masked with axe body spray was making her stomach churn.
“so i hear you gotta thing for guys who are good with their fingers”?mikey smirks down at her. “thats why you wore that lovely shirt i assume”?
“m-maybe” was all that left her mouth. she cursed herself for not having more to drink during the show. being tipsy would have really made this moment a lot less nerve wracking.to be fair she never in a million years would have imagined herself sandwiched between the two hottest emo icons of all time.
pete rested his chin on her head. “there’s no need for you to be so nervous pretty girl. we’re gonna take real good care of you”
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“fuckkk” mikey groaned, drinking in the sight that lay before him. her knees were practically touching her ears giving him the perfect view of her perfect pussy. the way it glistened under the fluorescent bulbs of his dressing room drove him wild. “that shirt is so fucking hot baby. did you wear it just for me” he growled, grabbing a fistful of the cloth and yanking it up exposing her breasts to cold air. to his pleasant surprise there were piercings through her perky pink nipples. as if on command they instantly hardened against the cold air.
for just a second he felt almost bad. he never bothered to learn the poor things name. she was splayed out across his dingy couch showing him everything he ever could have wanted and he didn’t even have the decency to ask her a simple question. then again this girl was so desperate for them he doubt she’d even care. the way she hung on his every word was so very pathetic..fuck he was in love. there is nothing better in this world than an easy woman. that’s what made being famous so much fun, having a bunch of gorgeous groupies who were ready to give it up just because he made eye contact with them in a crowd of thousands.
she kept her eyes squeezed tight praying this was the idle chatter from the crowd of concert goers leaving for the night was drowned out by the sloppy sounds of pete’s cock sliding past her parted pink lips. it was just as pretty as you imagined it would be. thick and veiny with a bit of a tan,pink tip dripping with a mix of precum and spit. mikey couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of his friends cock appearing and disappearing again and again and again. pete was like a rabid animal with the desperate pace he was keeping.
he never really appreciated how good his friends dick looked. objectively he had a good dick. he wasn’t gay or anything but who wouldn’t want to suck that ?
“oh my goddd your throat is sooo perfect,baby. you were really made for this shit”. pete groaned, slamming the full length forward with no mercy. his large hands gripped either side of her head as he continued to thrust forward.
tears started to from on the crease of y/n’s eyes but she was beyond hyptonized. what more could a girl want in this world? she did her best to take the abuse,focusing her eyes upward towards the ink plastered over his pelvis. watching the muscles in his chest flex as he continued his abuse of your throat made your heart flutter.
a pair of large hands began to slowly caress her thighs,temporarily distracting her from the abuse of her throat “I would love nothing more but to fuck this pretty pussy, would you like that”? mikey asked, his voice sounded like honey to her ears. she could came exploded right then and there.
she tried to nod but pete had her head held firmly in place. her throat just felt so heavenly from this angle.
“i can’t hear you sweetheart, use your words”
wow. all she ever wanted in the world was for mikey fucking way to use her like a fleshlight. with pete’s length still buried in her throat and drool rolling down her chin she tried to form a sentance. it sounding like a gargled mess. and mikey loved it.
this poor desperate groupie was literally shaking for his touch. hell,he loved the attention. being in a band wasn’t half bad.
for a brief moment pete allowed her time to take a breath. now that she could adjust her position she got a proper look at mikey…more like the print in his black jeans. maybe what they say about skinny guys was true after all. she focused on his dick, begging to be freed from its denim prison. in her head she always imagined it would be big but if what she’s seeing is true it’s so much bigger than she thought.
“mikey please don’t make me wait anymore..i want to feel it”. she regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth. the goal was to seem not insanely obsessed. but for mikey those words did the perfect trick. “please” she spoke again, barely above a whisper but the need was obvious in her tone.
her eyes widened at the sight of his dick. never in her life had she seen something so pretty. slightly longer pete’s, standing at attention against his chiseled abdomen. the pale white was a beautiful contrast to his light pink mushroom tip.
how did she get so lucky? seeing it so proudly presented before her had her contemplating if god was real. only a world with a god would have such a handsome specimen.
he wasted no time tracing his index finger between her folds. the sound it made was nothing short of pornogrpahic. audibly making a wet squelching noise.
“jesus you really liked sucking this dick huh”? pete said proudly , rubbing his length over her parted lips.
“i doubt it, not when you’re forcing it like that. she deserves to be treated like a proper lady” mikey responded, not taking his eyes off her sex.
pete rolled his eyes. “who’s the one who got her that wet ? obviously she likes me “forcing” it down her throat”. he ran his tip across her lips, spreading the black lipstick around her face. “we all know who she’s here for. did you read her shirt or what”?
“i play bass too,dumb ass”
“tell us baby, who do you like more”pete asked his tone a bit desperate
“who do you want to eat this pussy huh? ”mikey adds ,his brown eyes boring into hers. “pick your favorite”.
