𝑬𝑼𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔]

backstage | tripwrld

ship: tripwrld
requested: no
notes: in honor of jarad's album, im finna sin

in which trippie fucks his boyfriend backstage

3rd person pov

"ho, that's an enemy's army"

"arms!"

"ho, that's an enemy's army"

"arms!"

the crowd shouted back at michael as the last song played, and cheers followed. he smiled, thanking the crowd and stepping off stage. he heard the dj announce his name as he left, and called out the next performer.

he grabbed a water bottle, drinking from it and slipping off his jacket. he walked down the hall of the performance center, turning the corner to his dressing room. he opened the door, smiling to see his boyfriend sitting on the couch, waiting for him.

jarad got up and smiled bashfully at his lover. he wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "hi, baby. you did great. i loved watching you."

mikey laughed deeply, his chest rumbling. he could feel his boyfriend shiver. "thank you, baby. i missed you." his leaned down to kiss his boyfriend's lips, tasting sweet caramel.

jarad looked down, all shy, and giggled. "same." he said.

mikey loved when jarad got like this. when he got jarad like this. jarad was never one to initiate affection very much. only when he felt comfortable. it took him a while to warm up to kisses and hand-holding. but once he did, michael would start to grip a hand on his thigh and hands on his ass. those things became normal, and yet he still had the ability to make the smaller boy blush like a teenager.

michael checked behind him, trying to listen if anybody walked near the room. when he heard nothing, he turned back to face his lover.

"y'know, i wonder if you'd be able to keep your slutty mouth quiet while i fuck you in here."

jarad was taken aback. michael wasn't really going to try to fuck him while a whole concert was going on?

"look at me, jay."

the commanding tone in his voice forced jarad to look up, seeing the dark look in the lighter males eyes. he was serious.

"you wanna find out?" mikey said, a smirk plastered on his face. nervously, jarad nodded.

"y-yeah, okay, mikey."

suddenly, mikey sat down, roughly pulling jarad over his lap and grabbing his throat.

"excuse me, what's my name?"

jarad, high on the rush of excitement and fear, replied in a breathy tone.

"fuck, sir. please..."

his lover chuckled darkly, leaning up to place kisses on his neck. he moved down a bit to suck hickies onto jarad's collarbone that he would have to cover up.

he wouldn't.

he bucked his hips roughly, earning a moan from the boy in his lap. jarad gripped his shoulders, gently rocking down to gain friction.

"sir, please, fuck me. i'll be good and quiet, promise."

"you promise, huh?" mikely playfully thought for a minute, before undoing hid belt and pulling his jeans down to his knees.

jarad got the message and took his jeans off, sitting naked on his boyfriend's lap.

michael leaned up and whispered to jarad, his breath feeling cool against his ear. "you still loose from earlier, baby?" he asked, rubbing circles with his thumbs into the darker boy's hips.

"y-yeah, yes sir, i'm ready."

michael wasted no time, slipping into his lover and setting a brutal pace. little whimpers left jarad's mouth as he tried to keep quiet. he leaned down, gently biting on mikey's shoulder as he bounced up and down.

"yes, fuck. more, please, sir."

"shh, i got you, baby."

mikey stoop up, still inside his boy and walked over to the arm of the couch. he set jarad over it, keeping one hand on his neck and another on the small of his back resting just above his ass. he pulled out and slammed right back in. jarad gasped, feeling pressure build up in his stomach.

"you're mine, aren't you slut? all mine, just a hole for me to use whenever i want. can't nobody else look at you like this, see you spent all over my dick."

jarad moaned, biting the armrest to quiet down. he loved being claimed by michael, because he knew all of it was true. he was mikey's, no one else's.

and mikey was his.

jarad tried to speak, but all that came out was whimpers and moans. when he finally found his voice, he pleaded to his lover.

"p-please, fuck sir, let me come. i've been good, h-haven't i?"

michael chuckled. "you were, baby. so come, do it, make a mess all over this floor."

jarad thanked whatever gods were listening to his pleas and reached down, thrusting into his hand. he came with a shout, overwhelmed by pleasure.

mikey came inside jarad, high on the sight of his boyfriend so blissful. he pulled, watching the come run down his glistening thighs.

michael turned to jarad, seeing the come all over his hand. he put his hand up to his mouth, looking the boy dead in the eyes before licking up every drop of it, sucking each finger as he finished.

"fuck, mikey," jarad groaned. "don't do that, i'm gonna get hard again."

mikey laughed and pulled his boy by the waist into a hug. "love you, jare."

jarad blushed. "love you too, mikey."

im tired. also, a few notes. i have a new book, broken mirrors. its playboiuzi, please check it out. im passionate about it. next, who would y'all ship megan with?
-maya💙