A Lap That's Not Santa's (Tom x Greg Succession Request)
Pairing: Tom x Greg x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit, threesome, dom/sub dynamics so please avoid reading if that's something that might upset you :)
Word Count: 2.3k
Author's Note: My little Christmas offering to all those requesting more TomxGregxReader Smut 🥰 I hope everyone is having a wonderful festive period! 🎄
A Lap That's Not Santa's (part of my Christmas List)
There was something almost unsettling about the feeling of warm summer air at a Christmas Party. In his thinly veiled attempts to spend as much time as possible away from his home and his marriage, Tom had insisted on throwing a Christmas party for all the 'Inner Sanctum' of Waystar on some remote island only those in the one percent had ever even heard of. Usually you wouldn't be anywhere near the invite list for a party like this, but dating Greg had a few perks you were still getting used to.
The night had grown quiet by the time you found yourself enjoying the soft breeze rustling through the fronds of the nearby palm trees, the crowd mostly thinned to your host and his family, your head a little fuzzy from a night of generously poured premium champagne.
"Enjoying the view?" You heard Greg's familiar tone behind you, the slight stutter over his words despite all the time you spent seeing his more confident side. "I certainly am." He replied to himself with a cheesy grin, gesturing to your pretty party dress, a gift from the generous boy now he had the economy of the Roy family at his disposal.
"It's so nice here." You replied softly, humming happily with Greg's arms wrapped around you as he leant his chest against your back, crouching forward to be able to kiss the top of your head.
"I only wish someone could tell us where we actually are." He replied with a laugh, the absurdity of his new way of life not lost on him. He relished in hearing the quiet giggle his drew from you, his lips trailing down to your shoulder, planting a kiss before plotting a path to your neck, his nose nuzzling against your hair as he found the spot he know could make you melt, his hips bucking against yours slightly.
"Greg, we should probably wait until we're back in our room." You tried to reason, convincing yourself as much as him that you shouldn't do this here, despite the cool breezes breaking through the warm night air making your body feel electric against his.
"Come sit with me for a minute first, and then we can go." He bargained, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you back a few steps to a carved wooden chair, part of the elaborate patio furniture facing the stunning coastal views.
"Just for a minute." You accepted with feigned reluctance, sighly contently as he brought his lips back to your neck, ignoring the strange fidgeting you could feel against your lower back as you settled into his lap.
"We should appreciate this view while we've got it." He reasoned, belt finally undone, pulling out his now hard length and running his hand over it a few times for good measure, "But you might need to keep me warm." You didn't need to turn around to know exactly what the slightly darker tone in his voice meant, looking around to ensure you really were alone before dutifully lifting your hips allowing him to pull your panties to the side, rubbing his length between your folds before gradually lowering you onto him.
"Thank you, god," He sighed out as he bottomed out eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your warm embrace, "You're far better than any view." He cooed, bringing his arms around your waist to enjoy the stillness of this moment. You sat there together for a moment, adjusting to the feeling inside you and enjoying the slight tremble of your thighs with every teasing second that passed.
"Greg!" You heard a voice call from behind, bolting upright, but between Greg's firm grip and the growing weakness in your thighs you couldn't quite pull yourself off of him in time.
"Hey Tom, shouldn't you be hosting?" You tried to ask nonchalantly, ignoring the pounding heart beat spreading from your chest to between your thighs.
"Always so considerate (y/n), but worry not, you two are almost the only party animals left." He replied, suave in his movements as he pulled up a matching chair, swinging it to face you to ensure he was directly opposite you and Greg. Greg could have missed the way your heart hammered as Tom approached, but the second he felt the flutter of your insides as Tom said your name he knew how happy you were about to make both of them.
"Oh, we can get going..." You began to say, looking for an out before the heat flushing to your cheeks gave away your exact situation, interrupted by Greg,
"There's no rush, I can tell how much you like Tom's company." He teased, locking eyes with his boss and nodding slightly towards his lap.
"Is that so? That's very sweet (y/n), just the other day I was telling Greg what a catch I think you are. How well he's done." His tone was laced with an undercurrent of intent, pulling his chair forwards until his knees met yours, another jolt of electricity coursing through your veins and making you squirm against Greg.
"You know, since Tom threw this nice party for us, and you're so happy to be here, I bet Tom wouldn't mind spending a bit of time with us." As Greg spoke you got the feeling this was something they'd discussed a length before actually slotting you between them,
"Greg keeps telling me what good company you are." Tom added, letting one hand land on your knee and watching your reaction to gauge his next move.
"We want to keep Tom company, don't we?" Greg whispered in your ear, grip around your waist tightening slightly as he watched you respond. Your breath caught in your throat as Tom's hand inched ever so slightly higher, waiting for you to breathe again before slowly you nodded, eyes fixed to the man in front of you.
"Always so sweet to me." The words dripped like dark caramel from Tom's tongue as he let his hand trail up your thigh, thrilled at the silky feel of the skimpy fabric he'd helped Greg pick out with just such an occasion in mind. His free hand pulled your knees gently apart until the thin layer of lace over your centre came into his view. Tom hummed hungrily as he ran his knuckles over the soft material, monitoring the wide-eyed anticipation across your face as he made contact. As he withdrew he hand slightly a single viscous thread followed, brought to his lips eagerly,
"Mmm, already soaking your panties. I must really know how to push your buttons." He tapped your clit once as it to prove his point, watching you twitch against his touch. "You must really like me." He stared intensely into your eyes as he spoke, waiting for you to nod in agreement and grinning when you did,
"Oh she really does." Greg added, kissing your neck again as he spoke, "Every time you speak I can feel her fluttering around me, clenching down while she's thinking about you." You could feel your thighs shake as you tried to defend yourself, embarrassed by your bodies on reaction and making Tom chuckle humourlessly as you glanced away from his focused gaze.
"Oh (y/n), you should have said something." His tone was sarcastic despite the obvious flattery, impatient to feel more of you as his fingers slipped under the fabric of your panties, grazing the base of Greg's cock where it sat inside you, making you both buck towards his hand in unison. His fingers settled on your clit, aching for attention as Greg started to thrust up inside you, chasing his own pleasure as he felt your buiilding around him. Tom started with gentle strokes, fingers coated in your slick, making every steady touch feel like silky perfection. His tongue wet his lips as he watched you closely, switching from vertical brushes to horizontal grazes, then pinching your clit between two of his fingers, studying each of the noises escaping you, unable to contain your rise towards your climax. He altered his rhythm again, testing out rougher circles, before finally strumming over your sensitive bud with two alternating fingers. He smiled victoriously as your moans grew louder, more strangled, as your body desperately tried to chase his every touch.
"Oh this is how you like it. That's good to know." Tom teased, the steady pace of his dancing fingers making you shake against Greg's lap, hands desperately gripping his hips as you rocked against them, feeling your edge approach.
"She's close man," Greg choked out, eyes clenched shut in defeat, "I'm gonna.." His voice descended into a groan as he spilled himself inside of you, rutting hips hitting a spot inside you that finally brought your desperate release, Tom's fingers coaxing every drop of pleasure out of you as he spoke,
"Does that feel good (y/n)?" He put more and more emphasis on your name as he watched you squirm, knowing it's effect on you and drinking in the way you moaned out his, interspaced with 'yes' and 'fuck' as you rode out your orgasm.
"You like me making you feel good?" Tom asked again as your breathing seemed to settle down for a moment, coming back down to Earth despite his still relentless toying with your clit. All it took was a nod for Tom to decide it was his turn. As he gradually withdrew his hand from your underwear, his fingers hooked either side, easing it down your sensitive thighs until it could take off entirely, to be kept in his pocket until he was sure he was done with you. You and Greg watched as Tom freed himself from his own underwear, dick slapping against his stomach as it stood upright, bigger than Greg's, almost intimidating to be faced with.
"Don't look so nervous (y/n), didn't I just prove that I know how to make you feel good?" You gulped and nodded again, allowing Tom to pull you on to his lap, turning you to face Greg who watched awestruck as Tom slowly slipped himself inside of you, taking his time sliding you down each filling inch.
"Now Greg, I'm going to show you what a real man fucking (y/n) looks like." Greg nodded, open-mouthed, as Tom bucking his hips up into you, the almost painful stretch making you pull forward, not sure you could take this much of him. Tom's left hand clamped over your chest, keeping you upright while his right lifted up your skirt before settling on your stomach, pushing softly against the bludge he'd created there.
"Now, now, you can take it." He purred in your ear, making it clear that that was exactly what you were going to do.
"Greg." You said softly to his enraptured expression, not sure what you wanted but needing him closer,
"Greg, why don't you give your girlfriend a kiss, I bet she'd like that." Tom teased as he rocked his hips again, keeping you pressed against his as you cried out at the pressure. Greg leaned forward and let his lips land on yours, excitement already building at seeing you so helpless in Tom's grasp, a plaything for the two of them.
"That's very sweet Greg, but I didn't mean on her lips." Tom sighed, rubbing his hand against your stomach in a way that made you feel like you might burst from the overwhelming sensation inside of you. Catching on, Greg descended to his knees, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking on the overstimulated button. It was almost painful how alight your body was with pleasure, every vibration from Greg's working tongue matching by the deep reach of Tom's impressive cock.
"It's too much." You choked out, overwhelmed, every part of you intensely sensitive, but Tom only laughed,
"You can take it, Greg's just making it even better right?" Greg hummed in agreement, the feel on your clit making you squirm again, only deepening Tom's reach inside you. You cried out again in ecstacy feeling the build up on pleasure through the haze of all encompassing bliss.
"Just like that (y/n)." Tom praised as he rocked against you again, feeling you start to take him more readily, your body adjusting to him, ready for even more. He pressed his hand against your stomach again, firmly this time, the outline of his manhood almost visible through your straining core. You cried out as he pressed again, "too much" managing to come out through strangled moans as he began to rub firmly up and down over his length. His touch almost burned as it ran between your throbbing clit and your tensing core, the grip making you bounce in his lap with no control of the sobbing cries of pleasure that erupted from you.
"Good girl." Tom groaned, the tightening of your pussy driving him closer to the edge with every bounce, the pained noises of ectasy he drew from you music to his controlling ears. With a few more flicks of Greg's obedient tongue you felt the release again, gushing over Tom's cock as a tear rolled across your cheek at the overwhelming intensity. Your thighs seemed to shake again as Tom finally let himself spill inside you, pushing against his bulge a final time to feel you tremble before handing you back to Greg, ready to soothe your aching form.
"I've got to make sure everyone else has left for the night, why don't you two take a little dip in the pool to cool off?" Tom offered hospitably like he hadn't just taken control of your whole body until he was all you could feel.
"My underwear?" You asked limply, watching a Tom's courteous smile turn dark,
"You won't need them tonight (y/n)."
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