Trippie Redd and XXXTentacion OneShots

Winner (Feat. Juice WRLD)

(Yep, y'all, it's another long one... and I mean like REAL long this time, twice what I usually write)

"Whichever one of y'all gay ass niggas wins this thing gets my ass for the night. Y'all gotta get me flustered, and whoever does it better's in for a damn good night." Michael sat on the kitchen table, a dim orange lamp lighting the room. Two of his best friends, Jarad and Jahseh sat in front of him, practically drooling at this opportunity. They knew Michael likes both of them, and couldn't settle on just one of them, so tonight was just another one of Michael's sick little games to test out which of them would be better for him. Tonight was going to test out his sexual needs...

"Just tonight? I could take you home for a whole week!" Jahseh winked at Michael, who smiled and giggled slightly. Jarad glanced sideways at the better-looking guy that sat next to him, feeling like he honestly had no chance at this part of Michael's life.

"Who needs rough sex from someone like him when you could get it loving and slow from someone like me?" Jarad tried his best, putting on a confident face, even though he felt threatened right now.

"Ooh, creative! Jah, you got anything you wanna say to that?" Michael leaned forward, interested in the guys fighting over him. Jahseh smirked and cleared his throat before throwing his black and gold dreadlocks back, only for them to fall gracefully back into place. This brought Michael's attention to the young man's deep black eyes and nearly perfect eyebrows.

"It sounds like this soft man over here can only do one type of thing, who says I'm always aggressive? I could give you one damn good night either way, sensitive and slow, or hard and fast. I can do anything you ask." As Jahseh spoke, Michael's eyes drifted down to the guy's lips, watching them move in sync with his voice. Jahseh slowly took one of Michael's hands in his and pressed a chaste, courteous kiss upon it.

"Whew! You damn well prepared for this shit, didn't you, Jah? How long would you say it took you to rehearse that shit?" Michael smirked deviously and yanked his hand back, slapping Jahseh's away. The guy seemed a little surprised by this, but it didn't rattle his confidence at all, he knew what was up.

"Rehearse? Only ugly, fat niggas need to rehearse, I could say anything that comes to mind and it's gon' be true... but let's look at who really should be getting the attention here, you, Michael!" Jahseh chuckled, leaning back in his chair. Michael shook his head, smiling. Nobody could tell, but he was actually pretty flattered by Jahseh, it even surprised him. The handsome guy had always been attractive, and somewhat flirty, but he'd never gone in this hard with his words.

"Alright, alright. Onto some questions I have for y'all. First, what you gon' do to me if I told you to blow my back out?" Michael shifted his position as he spoke, laying flat on the table with his chin propped up on an arm, gazing over the two boys in front of him. He just smiled in their direction, waiting for someone to answer.

"I'd get you up against a mirror and make you watch yourself as I held your arms above your head, pounding into your ass until it's raw... press your face up to the glass as you cum, then I'd drop you to the ground, leave you begging for more as I nut all over your face, leave hat shit to get stuck in your dreads, then I'd lick it off before kissing you... choke you with that shit I'd spit...." Jahseh spoke in a low growl, sending shivers down Michael's spine.

Damn... he's crazy good... he could fuck me any day....

"Damn..." Michael whispered under his breath before turning to Jarad, giving him a turn to speak. "What you gon' do to me?" He wasn't listening too intently at the moment, as what Jahseh said to him made his dick wake up a bit, and he could feel his pants tighten a bit. "You better make it good..."