you remind me

grey lormand. 22. flight attendant.

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It's really sick how you're trying to stop Tristan from being with other girls and forcing Allie to ship with you, when he has other options than your boring ass Mary Sue.

ooc: Okay, I’m not forcing anyone to do anything and I don’t take kindly to rude anons. 

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The feeling of Tristan’s cock in her throat was one she’d never forget, even it it did make it hard for her to breathe. She knew that the memory would cause the same reaction from her and inevitably cause her to get wet, wherever she was. But she didn’t have to keep him for long before he, thankfully, pulled her mouth off of him and she gasped, the air burning her throat for a moment. His hand was holding her chin and she was being dragged back to his lips. He kissed her so passionately her head spun and she almost didn’t notice him tugging on her nipple. When her brain registered the feeling, however, a moan fell from her lips and her brows furrowed, but she refused to look away from him.

He was giving her more instructions and she loved every second of it. His voice was deep and husky, dripping with lust and Grey swore she could feel herself dripping. She did what he told her, laying beside him against the sheets and getting herself comfortable, waiting. Her knees were parted, her hands grasping for him; he was taking way too long. 

“Fuck me, Tristan. Please.” 

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It seemed as if everything she was doing was right, what with the way that Tristan was responding to her. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he panted, his hips bucking up just slightly into her hand and the moans that were coming from him. A smirk crossed her lips, knowing that she was getting him closer and closer to his peak, but it soon faded when she realized that he might not be able to fuck her immediately after. She had heard that most men needed a bit of ‘recovery’ time between orgasms, unlike women who can have multiple orgasms in one session. 

His words made her bite her lips once more, holding back a moan of her own, but it was soon pulled from her when Tristan grabbed her by the hair. Who knew she would enjoy that so much? He locked eyes with her, telling her exactly what he wanted and Grey nodded, agreeing to his demands. She liked that he took charge and she could only imagine how he would do so later on in their relationship. 

Grey followed his directions carefully, once again taking him in her grip and squeezing. He was still slick from the lick she had given him moments ago and it made it easier for her hand to glide up and down his cock. She pumped him a few times before pushing her hand to the base of him and wrapping her lips around the tip. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Grey kept her tongue flat on the bottom of her mouth, pushing him as far as he would fit into her throat. She couldn’t take too much, mostly due to his impressive length, before she felt her gag reflex threatening to make her vomit and she pulled herself back to his tip. Moving her tongue along the small slit at the head of his cock, Grey pushed him into her throat again, holding her breath when her nose nearly met her hand and moved down until her eyes watered. 

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Tristan had helped Grey as she flipped him, and he lay there happily, a chuckle coming from when he caught her staring. Grey let out a soft laugh as he did and tucked her hair behind her ear. Even though they were hungry for each other, they found time to laugh and just be happy with what they were doing and that was all Grey had wanted. She wanted to be with someone she could trust, someone who could laugh with her when things didn’t really go as planned, someone who could make her cry out in pleasure and remember his cock for weeks. And that was exactly what she had with Tristan. They were friends before anything and even if this didn’t work out, they’d continue to be.

When Grey’s fingers finally wrapped around Tristan’s erection, he let out a groan of approval and the sound went straight to her core. She was sitting on the heels of her feet and she had to squeeze her thighs together and bite her lip to keep herself from moaning. Just as she had asked, Tristan gave Grey direction on what to do, what he wanted and she took it happily. She wanted to make him feel good and she’d do what he asked her to.

Gripping him just a little tighter, Grey sped up the pace of her hand, smiling at his reacting and his hand on hers. He was guiding her and it was sexy as all hell. She kept up the pace for a few long moments, licking her own lips at the sight of him crumbling in her hands. Taking her own direction and remembering what her ex had taught her, Grey released her grip on his cock, allowing it to fall back against his stomach and leaned forward on her knees. As Tristan had, she stuck her tongue out, pressing it flat to the vein on the underside of him, dragging it slowly and firmly to his tip, placing an innocent kiss to his tip.

"Teach me.”

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Grey’s legs were trembling and she was still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm shaking through her as she kissed Tristan back. She tasted herself on his lips and it caused her to moan against his lips. All she wanted to do was keep going. She didn’t want the night to be over. He pulled her thighs open again, pressing himself to her and she was so sensitive that she nearly came again at the contact. He was hard beneath his sweats and Grey was determined to make him quake and cum like he had just made her. 

Before she knew it, Tristan was growling and moaning out his words against her mouth, moving her hand exactly where he wanted it. She took the opportunity to grab the waistband of both his pants and his boxers and push them down just past his ass, low enough for her to hook her foot into the fabric and tug them the rest of the way down. She felt his erection fall from its confines and press against her clit ever so slightly and her thighs twitched against his sides once more. She didn’t even have to look down to know how big he was and just the thought of her stretching to fit all of him inside her sent a chill down her spine. 

Grey’s hand moved to his stomach again, brushing her nails lightly against the thin patch of hair on his lower abs before pressing her palm to his chest and pushing him back slightly. She sat up, flipping them as best as she could so she sat between his knees and he laid back on the bed. She took a moment to just admire him in all his glory. He was beautiful and the way he was laying there, so exposed to her and begging for her touch caused her core to heat up once again.

Moving slowly, even though she knew he wanted her to move faster, Grey wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed him slightly. Pumping her hand slowly and gently, she watched his face, taking in his reaction.

 “Tell me what to do, Tristan. Tell me how to make you feel good.” 

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Tristan was working her with everything he had and Grey couldn’t have felt better. The way he fucked her with his fingers only made her imagine how he was during sex and she groaned out loud, not even trying to hold it in anymore. She was writhing beneath him, trying to grind her hips against her mouth without prevail, his hand still holding her hips to the mattress. With every lap of his tongue and pump of his expert fingers, Grey cried out, her fingers tugging harder and harder on his hair. 

Her free hand moved to her chest and Grey could feel her heart pounding beneath her rib cage, threatening to jump out of her chest. Her skin was hot, her chest beet red, and she felt in on her palm, the beads of sweat forming and dripping down her sides. She was breathing so hard and fast that her lungs hurt and felt as if they’d give out if they worked any harder, but she assured herself she’d be fine in just a few minutes. 

Hearing her pleas for more, Tristan gave her more, only to move his mouth from her clit and nip at her thighs. The new feeling caused her legs to twitch, letting out giggles of pleasure only to be followed by a moan. He begged her to come and promised this wouldn’t be the last time they had a night together and the tone of his voice pushed her a mile closer to her peak. “Fuck.” 

Grey dragged out the word, groaning it from the pit of her stomach before moving her free hand down and grabbing onto his wrist. “So close.” Her words came out in a whimper, so quiet that it was almost inaudible. Unable to stop herself, Grey moved the heels of her feet to his shoulders, crossing her ankles behind his head and pulling him closer to her. It didn’t much more after that before the blonde cried out, nearly ripping a chunk of Tristan’s hair out as she reached her climax. The orgasm shook her whole body, her eyes squeezing shut and her back arching so high she looked like a contortionist. Her skin was electrified and burning and she moaned out one final time before sitting up slightly.

Grey’s legs fell back to their place against the mattress as she regained her eyesight and she grabbed Tristan’s face, pulling him back to her. Kissing him passionately, Grey laid back to the bed, pulling his body to lay against hers. She wanted to make him feel as he just made her feel and she was intent on doing so. Though she’d only ever given one blowjob in her life--and was so rudely stopped before she could finish--she knew that Tristan would give her direction. Parting her lips and taking a deep, needed breath, Grey spoke against his lips. “Teach me how to make you cum.” 

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Tristan groaned against her, the vibrations causing her to pant once more. She was losing control of her senses and all she cared about in that moment was the pleasure he was giving her. She wasn’t lying when she said that it had been a long time. It had been months since she’d touched herself and even longer since she was touched by another man, but Tristan made all of that seem like nothing. The pleasure she was feeling just from his mouth and a finger was better than anything she ever felt. It was as if she was discovering all new sensations for the first time. 

His actions paused and Grey’s eyes were quick to move down to him to find out why and she was pleased with the sight before her. Tristan had his own hips pressed to the mattress and his face was in a beautiful position. She could only see the top of his nose and upward and the sight was so sexy she had to bite down on her lip to keep herself from moaning. It was only a moment before she felt a stretch and a second finger and her head fell back to the pillow, a cry of pleasure flying from her lips when he curled them upward. 

Her chest had started to become red from her accelerated heart rate and her head was fuzzy with lust. One of her hands flew to the top of his head when he had stopped her from moving her hips and she grabbed a handful of his hair, tugging gently. The pace of his tongue and his fingers worked so in sync that Grey couldn’t help but nearly sob. “Tristan.” 

She called out his name, followed by a small string of curses in two different languages. He was pushing her towards the edge and she was holding on so tight, not wanting to fall yet. She wanted him to continue until his tongue was numb and his arm stung from working too long. “Plus, s'il vous plait. Plus vite.”

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Tristan Reed Moodboard 1/? - Tristan & Grey

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Grey’s eyes were closed, her head nestled against the pillow and she felt Tristan get himself situated on the lower end of her. She heard him groan and it made her hum silently, licking her lips and bringing her hands up to tuck under the pillow. The sound of him moaning, groaning, making any type of sexual noise only made her wetter, made her want him more. He chuckled against her before he spoke briefly only to move his mouth back to where she wanted it most. “Yes,” she whimpered. 

She felt him move again, shifting, and his mouth was off of her for a moment. It was too long to go without and her hips twitched, begging for him to come back. And he did just that. Replacing his tongue with a finger, Grey felt him run it down her center, between her folds and she grabbed the pillow beneath her head in fistfuls, sighing. He asked her yet another question, one her brain hadn’t quite registered yet before his tongue was flicking and suckling at her clit and his finger entered her. 

A deep groan left her, her back arching and her head leaning back, the veins protruding slightly under her skin. The way his tongue moved against her clit and his finger worked with it sent her nerves into overdrive and she couldn’t help the sounds that came out of her mouth. “Oh my... God, yes.” Grey’s voice went up an octave as she whined, answering his question and egging him on, her hips rolling against his mouth for more.

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Grey waited patiently for Tristan to make another move, to do something, and it wasn’t long until he did. His fingers hooked in her underwear and just started to pull them off of her hips when he stopped to watch her as she touched her torso so delicately. As he watched her, her eyes caught a slight movement in his sweats and she smirked, licking her lips slowly. “Enjoying the view too much? Did I distract you?” Grey was slowly becoming more and more confident the longer she lay in Tristan’s bed and even though she tried to be sexy, she knew that once he gave her any sort of pleasure, she’d be done. 

Once her panties were gone, Grey opened her legs just enough to allow room for Tristan, still a bit shy at the notion of him seeing the most private parts of her. She trusted him immensely, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t shy about being completely naked and vulnerable beneath him. But he took his time, kissing his way up her leg and with every brush of his lips on her skin, she panted. She knew it was coming, she had been waiting and praying for it and she was ready. But he had stopped at her hip to speak. His voice was deep, smooth, and sent a rush of heat to her core. “Very long,” she spoke, her voice shaky. 

It was true that Grey didn’t go out and sleep around with anyone, but she had also only been with one person before. And that was over two years ago. It had been that long since she’d felt a man’s touch and she was delighted that it was Tristan who broke that dry spell. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tristan had run his tongue along her center and Grey gasped, taking in just enough air to let out a low moan, her hands bracing themselves at her sides. He flicked her clit with his tongue, something she hadn’t expected, and she nearly jumped. “Merde...” 

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It felt as if everything was in slow motion, that is until Tristan flipped the two of them over and began to grind his hips into hers. Grey let out a gravely moan, one that came from the deepest parts of her, the feeling of his erection against her core driving her to near madness. His lips had found hers once more and Grey couldn’t stop the intimacy of her actions. Instinctively, the blonde’s hands went to cup Tristan’s face and her thighs closed slightly, pressing themselves into his sides. 

She loved the feeling of having his chest pressed to hers, his lips on her skin and his hands discovering her in ways that no one else could. Then in the next moment, his face slipped from her hands as he kissed his way down her body, taking small bites of her skin and calming the flesh with his tongue. Grey had never known how much she enjoyed the feeling of being bitten until then, and she wondered what else she would discover. The only time Tristan paused his actions was to look up at her from her stomach and smile. She couldn’t help but smirk back at him, letting out a small giggle and reaching down to run her fingers through his hair. As she did, he pulled her shorts from her body and her hand slipped from his head, falling to the bed so she could watch his reaction. 

His face had softened for just a moment before the lust engulfed it again and Grey bit her lip with anticipation of what was to come next. She had no idea what he would do and that’s what made it so exciting. He parted her legs softly and Grey let her knees fall to her sides, her eyes not leaving his face.  That was, until he ran his finger along her clothes core, pressing her wet panties against her flesh. Her back arched slightly and she pushed herself downward, closer to his hand. One touch was all it took for her eyes to roll backward again. She opened her eyes slowly, smiling innocently and running a finger down the center of her body, from the base of her throat to her navel. She trailed her finger slowly and gently, in between her breasts and causing small goosebumps to form on her skin as she spoke. “As you can tell, I’m very affected by you.” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting patiently for his next move. 

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Grey had felt Tristan as he moved from one breast to the other, making sure to give all of her body the attention it wanted. And grey was so thankful. As he nipped and pulled at her nipples with his teeth, the nubs stood at attention, goosebumps forming on her skin. If his mouth was that amazing on her breasts, she could only imagine how it’d be on the rest of her body. Moaning at the thought, Grey arched her back slightly to give Tristan more of her chest.

She felt his hands grow rougher against her skin and a smirk formed on her lips. Tristan leaned back to give her better access to him and she took the opportunity to run her palm along his length slowly. She wanted so badly to feel his skin, just be able to see him in all of his glory, but Grey forced herself to slow down, knowing that if she went too fast, she could ruin it. He was rock hard beneath her hand and Grey’s cheeks flushed out of pride. He was hard for her, he wanted her, and it only made her more excited. 

Just as she had, Tristan moved his hands to the top of her shorts and popped the button open like it was nothing. He wanted to feel her, he asked for her to allow him, and she happily obliged. “Please.” The word came out in a desperate whisper, her eyes meeting his. Her pupils had grown three times the size since they had started, signifying her arousal.