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rreskk · 5 months

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Heatwave

Summary: Sandy Shores experiences a frightful heatwave in which disturbs Trevor and his sleep, leaving him to use the only source of entertainment - you.

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TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 1856

The humidity was ravishing like a spiteful bliss of rushed warmth evaporating from an active volcano. The many layers of heat had tangled Hell into Sandy Shores, the rock roads fuming, the metal trailers sparking and burning up. A horrific heatwave during the summer hours of early dawn. What was present outside was also found inside; unbearable temperatures and sticky mattresses heaving at his naked skin. For once he tried to sleep but it came with a downfall of sweat and irritation. The 3 day bender of meth fuelled chaos ended and the sleep deprivation caught up momentarily. So with tiredness and angst, Trevor attempted to sleep the night before and, almost choked up by the heat, ended up lying there with eyes wide open, his back stuck to the duvet and his whole body measured with sweat — head to toe — every inch.

He glanced over to your sleepy figure and glared with distain. His body rolled forwards and it grinds against your backside, needly asking for some comfort and physical contact while in the moment of Hellish heat. Though you were just as sweaty with the mattress becoming damp, you had somewhat managed to enter the process of a light sleep, your eyes closed and face aching with trickles of sweat.

“Wake up…” his finger brushed across your damp stomach, “Don’t sleep without me.”

This tauntingly disturbed your peace and quiet as you began to stir, his breath heavy on the back of your neck. Throughout the whiplashes of consciousness, his stench grew more intense due to the humidity and increasing pressure of the warm heatwave that caused his bedroom to sickly hold this stream of his sweaty musk. Your nostrils were inflamed at the punch and you peered over your shoulder, just now noticing the layers of sweat painting your skin and sticking to your shirt. He met with your eyes, still frowning.

“What?” You murmured after being eruptively woken.

“I can’t sleep.” He simply said like it was your fault.

Begging to differ, your stomach coiled at his demonising scent and slowly, you sat up from the sticky sheets.

Trevor immediately followed you with his eyes and took advantage of the free access to your body, his hands grabbing at your waist and them warm fingers sliding across your bare skin. It made you shiver as the contrast of your sweat and his sweat mixed. The sensation was more or less hot AND bothering, an unwanted caress of butterflies moving around in your tummy and making it harder to breathe. Them damned hands are only making this heatwave worse for you.

“Trevor.” You’d warn since the illy-balanced fractures of bodily temperatures were apparent to cause future sickness.

“What?” He grubbed in response, scowling. His touch remained fixated on your waist and quietly ushering you closer to his side of the bed.

Knowing it wasn’t smart to argue against this revoltingly lustful intimacy, you shook your head to avoid any more of that sober grumpiness.

“This fuckin’ heat is killing me…” And with a slight tug, you were pulled back and into his lap. Your head planted onto the sweaty chest and he gazed down with a snarky smirk. “Hey.”

A hesitant muffle left your lips as you obtained the urge to find comfort in this gooey, humid situation. While lying against Trevor was a diamond in the rough, it didn’t help with your hair and clothes sticking to your body. Overstimulation, at its finest.

“It’s too hot for this.” You protested and attempted to sit up from his close proximity.

“Is it?” He questioned before grabbing the back of your shirt. “It’s never too hot to spend quality time with my girl.”

Your body went into immediate shut down and you couldn’t hold back the grudge. Limply falling back, you gave him a deceitful sigh. “C’mon, please. We both are tired—“

“From what I can remember, you were sleeping fine. Almost too fine…” He murmured.

“Before you woke me up.”

Trevor grimaced, “What’s wrong? You don’t want to spend time with dear ol’ Trev?”

“I didn’t mean it like tha—“ Before your sentence barely spat from your tongue, his hand perversely broke an entrance down your sweatpants, harshly groping at your pussy through your sweat-shaking undies. “Fuck!”

You felt him smirk at your initial reaction. Trevor increased his grip as your back arched, the overwhelming presence of heat turning into an internal arousal, defeating your inner dignity. He maintained your steady position in his lap while that hand only abuses your pussy harsher, suddenly clawing at your clit through the damp cloth.

“Trevor, stop…” You struggled with a smile, rocking your hips and thrusted into his hand.

“Atta girl. You love it, don’t you?” He whispered as his lips remained attached to your neck. His voice vibrated throughout your body, assisting the rush of blood to your stomach and lower. And from what you could tell, as that growing urge bulged from his crotch, he was excited as well. A bit too excited.

Disabled of vocalisation – jerking your hips is the only way of communicating since he had stolen your words. How he responded was physically intimate. His finger, clinging to your panties, pulling it aside and freeing the wet mess caused by his monster teases. You just wanted to rip off your clothes and free yourself from the chambers of sweat and overstimulation but he enjoyed watching you grow frustratingly sweaty and sticky. His eyes were peeled upon the hair that stuck to your face, the silhouette of droplets on your forehead and neck illumining from the lamp beside the bed. Trevor always loved it hot and messy, heatwaves setting him off when you submit such a sight to behold.

You clumsily pulled down your lazy sweatpants with the damp panties, kicking it away with the jerk of your feet. Now you could see his veiny, pulsing hands that dared to finger your clit more than it already is. With circular motion, you watched his thumb press down and interrogate the sex, assassinating the build-up of tension starting within your thighs and making them shake with anticipation.

“Oh yeah, that’s how I fuckin’ like it.” You heard him moan when sighting your exposed lower body.

As predicted, he shuffled around, your back hitting the mattress instead of his chest and his hand, based on your clit, increasing in pressure as he used it to continue the yearnful pleasure. You moaned, eyes closed, feeling his shadow looming over your body when another hand opened up your legs more.

“Look at me, baby.” Trevor pled.

“I can’t.” Everything was spinning that you didn’t have the guts to face him in fear of coming too early.

“Yes you fucking can.” He reached for your face and aggressively open up one of your eyes, grinning when your pupils expanded at the sight of his face. Sweat, perverted eyes, wobbly lips, sharply inhaled chest that his ribs were exposed, you were devastatingly attracted to this ugly version of him.

There he was, your dirty man; all rugged for your taste and all energised for the next taster. Trevor ensured you were to keep your eyes open before glancing down, his briefs hanging around his thin waist, tugging it further down until the happy-trail trickled towards the V-line, then hitting the sight of his touch-starved cock that was caked in god-knows how much sweat. It trembled when the dim light of his night-lamp stared it down, showing off the ugliness and divine ravenous.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out, beastly needing the Devil’s touch.

Trevor whimpered and lined his cock against your loose pussy, his thumb remaining tightly against your clit to keep you actively pleasured. Inhaling the last freedom of oxygen, he pushed inwards and took control. You both moaned at the intense gratification and fulfilment.

“Mhm… Yeah, that’s right,” He breathed when thrusting, his sweat being used as lube, “God, I fucking love you!”

You were being rattled relentlessly against the mattress as your back was inhumanly stuck to the material with nothing but pure sweat. His hands gripped your thighs and kept it wide apart when rocking in and out of your pussy, ignoring how frantically they were shaking. It made your head toss and turn to try and express this unnatural wave of euphoria.

Trevor chewed his bottom lip and adjusted himself onto his knees, leaning forward, lifting your legs up, the access to your sex getting bigger and the deeper he gets to fuck you. His hair was coiled in every direction despite the thinness after it was beyond bewildered by the caking of lather. It would occasionally drool down his face and drip onto your naked skin, his own fluids from the flesh of his body warming you up while he’s inside you – how dirty and filthy – how you are bonding and loving it like a Heavan in disguise.

“Trevor! Harder!” You unconsciously whined.

He shakingly gritted his teeth and slammed his hips wildly, “Shut –“ His voice lowered, “– the fuck up, baby. Fuck!”

“Please!”

The witch-craft – or as for now, bitch-craft – of your weak voice made him stammer forwards even more, his cock rapidly beating you to a pulp, just like you wanted.

You grabbed onto his shoulders and panted while he dismantled you like a doll. The sweat becoming equally as arousing, unlike before. He was taking great care of your pussy by demolishing it. So sweet and exasperating, a last blow threw you downhill and you gave him a high-pitched moan. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Cum for… Fuck… FUCK!” Trevor aimed to command you but it backfired as he could barely hold himself hostage. So in a haze of immense desire, he pressed his wrenched forehead against yours and memorised this moment before the urge to cum was threatening to follow.

“Ah! Oh! Ohh…” A hurtful whimper lasted for seconds as your whole tummy went into a series of spasms, cum squirting out, painting his cock which was flooded with more warmth and more wetness than it already was. Trevor kept on fucking you through the orgasm and moaned your name repetitively, staring at you through his eyebrows as sweat dripped off his skin and onto your cheek like a dog drooling from it’s mouth.

Your face scrunched up and your climax met with his, a sudden blow of fluids attacking your pussy and deeper. He threw his head back and shouted. “FUCK! YES!”

The bed stopped creaking and shaking when he collapsed onto you. His face buried itself in the crook of your damp neck and his cock stayed inside you while it shook off the rest of his cum. The only sound was the shared breathing between you both that was as familiar as a wolf feasting its prey.

“Yeah…” He murmured suddenly, hands hugging your curves and more of his body weight pressing against you.

Rubbing his back, you whispered, “That felt so good…”

Trevor didn’t respond and closed his eyes. You were left comforting his tired body as he finally fell asleep, probably sleeping for the next 12 hours and caging you under his weight, making you roll your eyes but smile.

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rreskk · 2 months

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MELLOW NIGHT

Summary: Arguments are usually unresolved. In this case, you went to bed and avoided any more of his antiques. Unfortunately he followed you to bed and disturbed the slumber, getting what he deserves in the end.

TW: smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 1849

You were on your side, back facing Trevor who remained wide-awake as you attempted to sleep. Your body curled up and solidified at the consistent shuffling of his restless limbs. Wanting to say something, you couldn’t. You weren’t apparent to the idea of giving Trevor the satisfaction of talking, not after his stunt from earlier that day. By all means, the shuffling and twitching was on purpose. His grunting had revealed the stubbornness nature where he wanted attention despite the fault belonging to his destruction a few hours prior. He acted upon his insanity and broke some promises, arguments after arguments; not a sound of apologies. So you went to bed, and to your misfortune, he followed.

The flashing lights of his phone illuminated on the wall beside you. His thumbs tapped amongst the screen and faint, muffled noises of videos started to play from his end. It made you sleepy – all the background noises – until you heard clicking and, of course, the volume was increased. The faint racket became recognisable through loudness, and you heard the intro to some pornography videos he had downloaded. You recognised this one. The woman’s voice; it was his favourite porn clip, showing you many times before. He was always open about his preferences so you had the insights of his most regular watches, categories, most visited sights. However, it didn’t make you feel good this time.

This video, loud and booming, started with that familiar voice of a lady, softly spoken, ushering dirty words towards the man. You could hear the man muffle out sensual grunts as action began participating. Throughout the videoed foreplay, Trevor’s soughs of glee distracted you from the pornography that was happening from behind your back. Trevor responded to the lady who, as you recalled through memory, took the upper hand, her voice becoming the most dominant feature in this video. You heard this lady repeat phrases where she praised the man for being well-behaved, acting upon this maternal figure through a kinky and rose-tilted glasses. Trevor responded via sighs and small exhales. Like Hell, this video was so loud but you just managed to hear him.

It continued for a few painful minutes then your curiosity took the best. Pretending to still be asleep, you turned over, feeling his body freeze at your sudden movement. You faced him – in an uncomfortable position – but you couldn’t risk alarming him of your consciousness. It became silent. You felt his eyes peer over your “sleeping” figure before the video started again. He assumed you were asleep enough to pursue this moments of desire.

Since you were closer, the flashing lights of his phone would startle your closed eye-lids. So badly you refrained the urge to flinch at the sudden change of lightness. It went from dark to bright, depending on the angles of this video.

Trevor’s frantic limbs rested since you were within proximity but that didn’t stop him from experimenting with the pornography. He groaned softly and, with the mattress shifting, he adjusted his arm, the dirty hands edging towards his grey sweatpants where you vaguely heard the fabrics of his drawstrings loosening around the hips. Your left eye stirred open, the other one remaining closed in case he happened to look this way. With the new visions presenting itself, you saw him through the blurs of your lashes. He had himself in a muddle where a hand was settled within his sweatpants, the other holding the phone, the video – still loud and booming – showing the full penetration of these stars enjoying the fake intimacy.

You stared as Trevor’s sweatpants slacked down his hips, the stains creasing and the folds multiplying before he diminished the white briefs, proposing the size of his hardness. You had unconsciously inhaled through amusement. Your undercover frame was at worship of this blossoming erection that grew denser by minute. Trevor rubbed his tip and worked his way down, his voice-box trembling and breaking.

The pornography was approaching his favourite scene and you could tell he was getting excited. His cock twitched in his palm and his eyes, so merrily focused, never left the phone screen. He watched the lady with intensity. He watched as she held the back of the mans head, praising him for feasting at her breasts, treating him like a nothing but helpless boy who was frail and small. The background noise of his lips constantly attacking her nipple, her sighs, his whines, the occasional moans, the skin-to-skin contact; sexiness overtaking Trevor’s composure and possessing his cock into becoming unmanageable, taunting his tensed figure that struct to stone from beside you. Seeing someone of his own sex submit had made him lose authority over himself.

Then his head turned and gazed down at you. His glassy eyes made eye-contact with your opened ones. You refused to become covert now.

Trevor didn’t react to your awakening. He continued holding his cock and stroking it from the tip downwards, the pornography video turning off as he threw his phone aside. The ladies moaning had finally stopped, to your favour. And now his attention was fully placed onto you.

“Mm…” His lips quivered and he shuffled closer to you. Trevor usually acts like this total washaway when he feels small and figureless.

You were hesitant to act. You were supposed to be mad still, but seeing him brittle and delicate, it was something that turned you on like a switch. It was the consequences of hating how reckless and psychotic he could get that – an unconscious chemical reaction that alters your arousals – you favour the opposite, enduring all sides of Trevor; emotional through the physical blesses of passionate sex. So you slowly sat up and moved closer to him. “Hey, baby…”

He sunk into your words and closed them glassy eyes, taking a deep breath, his stomach shrieking inwards and evidencing his ribs through the untidiness of his white T-shirt. You took this time to gently crawl over his static body and sitting just below his crotch. Your backside warmed up his thighs and you caressed his stomach with your ticklish nails.

“Everything hurts… So good… Jesus – “ He croaked out, looking down so his chin started pressing against his collarbone, admiring the way you sat there and massaging his rough skin. You had gently unveiled his chest by lifting up his shirt. You didn’t have to say anything, but the mannerism of your stern face, Trevor immediately bit into the hem, holding it back for you.

“That’s right.” You praised as your hands trailed closer to his intimacy. His back arched in effect of your touch. Trevor’s face scrunched up with pain or pleasure – you hadn’t of known – he was hard to read since he’s usually too animated.

You held him by hand. The rigidness was cruel compared to your skin. Despite it, you proceeded to praise it by precious strokes of your palm. His cock had excessively shivered when you decided to take matters into your own hands, literally.

“Ohhh… Oh.” You heard him murmur with a pleasurable groan.

“You feel good, lovely?”

“Fucking…” The shirt dropped from his mouth as he spoke, “I knew you couldn’t stay mad.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” You said while rubbing his extreme erection.

He smirked and whistled at your, what he’d call, feistiness. It was charming, juxtaposing the true annoyance you felt.

“What do you think, sunshine?” He slurred.

You leaned down and breathed against his cock while maintaining this strong eye-contact. The way he instantly shuts up, it was memorable. You didn’t plan to help by mouth. That would praise him too much, and he was being very naughty before the circumstance.

“I don’t know…” Your hot breath attacked him, “Maybe you feel too good.”

Trevor whimpered and covered his face with frustration. He wanted to be beaten in order to release the arousal as your magic hands shot witch-craft into his veins.

Your hands tightened and you warmed him more, and more. You increased the pace as well, enjoying the muffled whines from behind his covered mouth. Giving him a mean hand job while huffing your hot, luscious breath upon his skin, it frightfully caused a series of spasms throughout his spine.

“Ohh, fuck…” Moaned Trevor.

It was a lullaby to your ears, so you mercilessly scrape your fingers across his cock and waited for any further signals to surprise an orgasm. He was easy to please and cum. It took minutes, sometimes seconds. However, he was already sensitive before you touched him – thanks to the pornography – that his cock hardened, coming close.

“You’re hurting me, ma.” He whined with a grin, “It’s hurting.”

You knew of his attempts and rolled your eyes. “Why’s it hurting, baby?”

When you failed to respond to his standard, he frowned at you. Annoyed and displeased. The hard work to try and lure you into sweet talking him went refused, it aroused him, sadly.

“I wanna cum. I wanna fuckin’ cum…” He spoke in whispers.

It was obvious he wanted to cum. You leaned close and pressed a soft kiss against his quivering lips. You kissed until his cock shrivelled up, white cum oozing from the tip and painting your hand.

“Please, please, please!” The sensation was too overbearing, “I love you, God! God, fuck! I love… Yes!”

“I love you too, baby.” You murmured as he moaned against your mouth.

The orgasm was a long one. If a man could whine anymore, it would be classified as impossible. You wondered how his voice hadn’t of ran out from the ongoing cries. Once he stopped, his face was exhausted.

“You’re alright…” Your hands caressed his stomach and, enjoying the musk of his utter sex, your lips kissed down his neck.

“Jesus, sugar. Fuck – fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Easy.”

Trevor glanced down at you, pouting but in a subtle way. “Mhm?”

You returned his eye-contact and smiled. “Take it easy, my love. Don’t you feel good?”

“Yes, ma.”

“Then what’s the complaining.” You mutter.

He stayed silent and watched you applaud kisses down his collarbone. It felt more than good. It was dreamy. Like meth penetrating his skin.

You hummed and stopped kissing his body any further than his chest. Trevor was about to whinge but you immediately grabbed his jaw and his mouth fell open. His eyes were barely present to the current reality. He presents his tongue and knew what you were going to do next. His most favourite thing you could do.

A long trail of spit drooled from your mouth and into his. He inhaled your spit with heart-eyes and closed his mouth, swallowing the slaver like it was his own.

“Good boy.” Finally, you said what he’s been wanting to hear all night.

Trevor’s head fell back against the pillow and he dropped his limbs as you crawled to the side, lips never leaving his neck. The affection had instantly drowned him in the blues, solitude turning into slumber.

You waited until he had fell asleep before turning your back, once again, and leaving him to soak up the post-clarity of his orgasm.

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