Hii, I really loved your last fanfic with Trevor.
I had this cute concept in mind and maybe it inspires you and you run with it! Could you write Trevor x reader where reader is also a criminal and they hire her for a big heist? She is super impressive and kind of a no-bullshit type of person, a bit intimidating but also very charming. When they have their first planning session with everyone, Mikey, Franklin and Lester expect Trevor to be super obnoxious and inappropriate to her but instead he gets really shy and nervous đ„č. Iâm also a sucker for smut if you want to sprinkle something in đâ€ïžâđ„
Dog On A Lead
Pairing: Trevor Philips x female reader
Era: Sometime between Three's Company and The Big Score.
Summary: For some reason, you are the only person who can shut Trevor up.
Warnings: Smut, crime, sexism, swearing, arguing, sexual harassment, weapons, violence, death, teasing, hand job (male receiving), oral (male receiving), overstimulation, and mentions of masterbation.
Word Count: 21,429
Author's Note: This piece includes descriptions of sexual harassment. I have provided cuts both before and after that section of the story. If you may be upset by such topics, please skip that part!
"Just try to ignore Trevor, he can be a bit..." Franklin paused, voice muffled from the other end of the phone call "concerning at times."
Although your features were currently obscured by the simple three-way phone call, your expression of confusion actively concealed from the scrutiny of both men, your utter silence seemed to speak for you.
"You don't need to worry, (Y/N)." He swiftly added, perceiving your quietness as an obvious sign of uncertainty and now attempting to reassure you "He's just a bit crazy is all, but he wont hurt you or anything."
You released a sigh of relief in response to Franklins comfort. You were doing the two a big favor, and the idea of working alongside a crazed lunatic wasn't exactly appealing. Yet, you trusted Franklin, and if he claimed that the infamous Trevor Philips would refrain from harming you, then you would believe him. Well, your worries were briefly alleviated, until the other man had decided to chime in as well that is.
"Well, no promises." Michael had declared, a hint of cellular static lacing his words "He's like a shark, he can smell your fear. Just don't let him bother you, that prick thrives off of attention."
Although intended as a joke, a bark of laughter soon echoing from Michael's line following such a claim, you were unable to dismiss the intense sensation of dread that had suddenly situated itself within the depths of your stomach. He certainly wasn't helping.
You had been friends with Franklin for years at that point, well over a decade worth of friendship. The two of you had grown up together, homes situated directly beside one another, and you had bonded over your similar family situations from a very young age. You had occupied many hours simply hanging out together, whether that be alone or amongst other friends. You had been kids together, playing basketball and simply having fun. Even as young adults stuck within a repeating cycle of poor decisions, you had joined the same "career" together.
It had started when you were only around fifteen or sixteen years old. Although you were both desperate for cash and determined to be able to support yourselves, without being forced to rely upon your rather undependable family members, the two of you had struggled to obtain proper jobs. Of course, you were only high schoolers, which had drastically narrowed your options. However, additionally, society had viewed you as just a pair of delinquents, two children raised within a rather shitty section of Los Santos, and in return, that meant you were "to be untrusted." Therefore, you had resorted to other forms of payment, accidentally living up to the many different stereotypes.
One evening, as you and Franklin were simply sitting upon his front porch, both young and naive, he had suggested that the two of you could rob one of your neighbors. Of course, you had initially objected, claiming that it was extremely risky and not to mention: Immoral. Yet, provided with some encouragement, you had finally agreed.
So, that evening, long after your respected family members had finally fallen asleep and well past the clock had struck midnight, you had snuck from your home and met up with Franklin. The two of you had selected a rather unfortunate victim, an elderly man down the street who had possessed many different expensive collectables. The two of you had crept into the mans home, swiped a wide variety of different objects, before quickly retreating. Of course, you had waited a few days to properly pawn each item, afraid that the cops may arrive upon your front door step and properly detain you. However, when such a possibility had failed to occur, things had only managed to snowball from that point on.
Slowly, once the two of you had became rather skilled at executing petty thefts, you had progressed towards robberies, stealing from stores and holding cashiers at gun point for money. Yet, when the two of you were no longer satisfied by such schemes, you had upgraded to repossessing cars for Simeon Yetarian.
Eventually, Franklin had suddenly quit working alongside Simeon, disappearing in order to become some sort of trainee for a man named Michael De Santa. Of course, you were proud of him, happy that he had managed to escape the simple life of petty thefts and basic robberies, the same exact repetitive routine you were still stuck within. Yet, you were even more ecstatic when you had received a call from him one day. After a few weeks of dwindling contact, Franklin had suddenly phoned you, inviting you to your first mission alongside the mysterious Michael you had heard so much about. He explained that you would an ideal candidate for some of the jobs they were preparing, providing you with the opportunity to escape the endless cycle of stereotypical delinquency he had just recently upgraded from as well.
You were somewhat new to the group of criminals; once Franklin had invited you to your first mission alongside Michael, you were suddenly introduced to a whole new world of crime.
You were formally introduced to Michael one afternoon when Franklin had suggested that the two of you were to meet. Of course, Michael wanted to properly survey you, to decide whether you were an ideal contender, as Franklin had previously suggested, or otherwise.
At first, Michael was rather intimidating, sitting across from you at some sort of fast food restaurant, inquiring about both your experience and expertise. He had asked if you were familiar with weapons and how well you worked under pressure, all whilst supporting a rather serious expression, interrogating you as if this was some sort of legal interview. In all honesty, you worried he might have been wearing some sort of concealed wire and this was all just one big set up, due to how skeptical he appeared.
However, after you had seemingly answered each question correctly, along with some encouragement provided by Franklin, Michael had clicked his tongue before eventually agreeing. And as if some sort of switch had been flipped, his entire demeanor suddenly shifted. He was no longer scrutinizing you as if you were the dirt stuck to the bottom of his boot. Instead, Michael was now supporting a much softer and almost kind expression, inquiring about your interest and personal life. In all honesty, when he wasn't so tense, Michael was a rather nice guy.
As the two of you became much more familiar with each other, Michael had informed you regarding his other close colleagues, including both Lester Crest and Trevor Philips. From what he had explained, Lester was a good person, extremely smart and rather skeptical of many different conspiracies. He was the exact type of person you would imagine sitting behind the computer screen after reading a post regarding government secrets. Yet, overall, he was a nice person, and most of his theories were often correct as well.
However, Trevor was described as much different. Whereas Lester was displayed as a genuine man, someone who was rather sassy and often direct, but also extremely kind and sincere. In comparison, Trevor had been described as some sort of monster. When regarding Trevor Philips, Michael had favored words such as insane, crazed, and manic. In all honesty, he sounded much less pleasant compared to the snarky tech nerd.
During the various conversations shared between yourself, Michael, and Franklin, it had become increasingly obvious as to why they had desired to practically hire you. You had not been selected as some sort of back up, the individual who is available in case of an emergency. No. Instead, from what you had gathered, the group was basically flawless. The four possessed a designated person for almost every single position:
Michael had been described as the frontman, the leader who selected each idea and executed every decision. Supporting the most experience and a wide variety of expertise, he was basically the boss. If the group had been some sort of sport team, then Michael would be the face of the league.
Franklin was basically the getaway driver, the kid with the most experience both stealing and controlling vehicles. Of course, he could properly utilize a weapon, typically providing Michael with back up during tense situations. However, he often acted as some sort of apprentice as well. Franklin was the new guy simply searching for more experience.
Lester was the groups foot into the digital world, capable of hacking almost every single system and device. He worked with the both the research and technological aspect of the criminal occupation, the guy who sat behind a computer miles away from the actual action. Christ, you were almost certain you had never met a smarter man than Lester Crest within your entire life. He was the groups designated technological mastermind.
And, of course, there was Trevor. Trevor was the muscle of the group, basically the security guard who was available during any sort of violence. He was the wildcard, someone who lacked the typical sense of logic and morals possessed by sane civilians, merely focused upon obtaining what he truly desired. He would both harm and torture others, simple for his own benefit. If there was information required, then Trevor was the one who utilized brute force in order to aquire such knowledge.
However, there was just one remaining position to fill: The disguise, the excuse, the explanation. From what both Michael and Franklin had explained, the group still required some sort of mask to hide behind, an individual who could perfectly manipulate each situation with the usage of a simple facade. And thats where you came into play.
You would act as the cute face they could hide behind, someone who was capable of manipulating the field into believing almost anything. Provided with an alluring outfit and a curated character, no one would expect such a beautiful and seemingly innocent young woman to be behind such chaos.
Sure, the notion was both sexist and rather misogynistic, utilizing a woman simply as some sort of reasonable excuse. However, you were also unable to successfully dismiss the reality that it was also a flawless idea.
Provided with an appealing dress and a sultry voice, it would be rather simple to convince an officer that "I swear, sir, I didn't know that was a fire alarm." After you had "accidentally" yanked upon the lever, causing the alarm to blare and also providing the three men with the perfect opportunity to infiltrate a nearby building, all whilst both the police force and fire department were currently distracted by the idea of a fire. Prior to some sort of heist, it would be easy for you to persuade a janitor into allowing you inside of a federal building after hours. With a rather ignorant and high pitched voice, you could simply explain that "My husband forgot his phone in his office. Gosh, for a man who works for the government, he can be so forgetful sometimes. I was just wondering if I could run in and grab it for him really quick? I'll only be a second, I promise." Paired with a pleading flutter of your false lashes. And due to the fact that most men were easily fooled by such a pretty face and a short skirt, they would almost always agree.
Originally, you were a bit skeptical; in all honesty, you were offended that they would suggest that you were to basically demean your own confidence, all whilst the men did all of the hard work. Yet, after Franklin had explained that it was much more than that, and you would also be working with weapons and committing crimes as well, after you had properly fooled such stupid strangers (along with the fact that you would no longer be forced to worry about money), you had finally agreed.
After you had eventually concurred, your first real mission was planned only a few days later.
Michael had explained that the group had been preparing for a big mission within the near future, which had required them to obtain a lot more money and some devices as well. Therefore, the four of you had been instructed to rob a rather fancy tech store, in order to acquire the proper technology, along with money as well of course.
For you, it was a rather extravagant heist, with guns, cars, and armor as well, a mission of a much larger scale compared to what you were accustomed to. In all honesty, your criminal career consisted mostly of basic robberies and simple car repossessions. You were familiar with ransacking local convince stores and participating within gang fights. Yet, robbing a very well known and popular tech company, within the middle of the day at that, was a much bigger deal.
Of course, Franklin had reassured you, claiming that it would be totally worth it once the money came in. He explained that everything would go exactly as planned and that this was nothing compared to the lousy home invasions the two of you had planned as teenagers. In fact, it was possibly much more safe. And, just as always, you had trusted him. Reasonably, he had been one of your closest companions for the majority of your life; Franklin had never once lead you astray, so why wouldn't you believe him now?
"I know it's scary, man, but trust me. I remember my first big mission with Michael: Sure, it was crazy, but he knows what he's doing." Franklin had exclaimed, well aware of your obvious concerns "You ain't got nothin' to worry about."
With a hesitant nod, Franklin had clapped you upon the back before providing you with the designated address, along the specific date to connect upon.
A few days later, you had arrived at the supplied address, just as you had been instructed. It was a rather sketchy location, a rather abandoned looking garment factory, selected in order to successfully insure a low profile. As you stepped from your car, you were prepared to be provided with further instructions regarding the planned mission, along with finally being introduced to both Lester and Trevor.
Of course, you had been informed of Trevor Philips, well aware of his rather obnoxious tendencies. You had been warned he was considered somewhat of a loose cannon, perceiving many different stories regarding his rather violent and manic antics. Especially the reality that he would typically behave rather unpleasant towards woman. And this would be your very first time meeting him. Safe to say, you were extremely nervous.
Obviously, you had been introduced to Michael a few times prior, Franklins new mentor, and he had seemed like a nice guy. Despite the initial interview process, where he had been rather tense and skeptical, Michael had been genuinely kind, often referring to you as "kid" and making an effort to actually familiarize himself with you. He had always appeared rather controlled and sincere. However, as soon as you entered the ancient garment factory and traveled upstairs, just as you had been instructed, you soon discovered a rather interesting scene displayed in front of you.
Typically, Michael had always appeared rather logical around both you and Franklin, similar to that of a wise elder who was attempting to successfully guide his apprentices. However, as soon as you entered the conference room, you soon discovered that Michael was actively arguing with another man.
"Are you serious, Mikey!?" The other man had hollered, screaming inches away from Michael's face, not yet aware of your arrival "You invited another God damn kid along? Do you wanna get caught? Christ, let's just invite the entire Los Santos elementary school along next time!"
Michael appeared visibly annoyed, irritated, and upon the verge of an outburst as the other man continued to both yell and holler. His brows were furrowed, jaw clenched, and fists balled at his sides. All whilst Franklin remained completely dormant towards the edge of the room, actively leaning against a vacant desk as he occasionally shook his head, an obvious sign of his disapproval.
"Oh shut the fuck up." Michael grumbled, not necessarily screaming (as the other man had been), but there was an obvious hint of rage lacing his words "You're acting like you're not a complete liability. It would probably be safer if I did invite a whole fucking group of children. At least they would actually listen."
There was another, unfamiliar man present as well, an older individual provided with a scalp full of thin ginger hair, a pair of simple glasses, and supporting a similar expression compared to Franklin. There was a countenance of pure annoyance plastered across his features, vision rather drained and lips titled into a subtle frown of disapproval, most likely due to the reality that there was a pair of grown ass men actively arguing like two emotional children. In all honesty, both Michael and the other man were just bickering back and forth, not actually attempting to solve anything, but instead, simply insulting one another.
Your brows furrowed as you further approached the four, somewhat confused by the sudden dynamic shift. This was nothing compared to the previous occasions in which you had interacted with Michael, when he had been both calm and controlled, only becoming stressed whenever he received an unexpected call from who you assumed to be his wife. However, he currently appeared completely unstable, arguing with the other man like a complete idiot. Instead of simply ignoring him, Michael had actually allowed himself to become upset, participating within the immature competition of simply attempting to offend one another.
As you slowly entered the doorway, Michael's vision flickering past the other man's figure as he perceived your arrival, he had seized the opportunity in order to successfully detach himself from the other man's endless berate. In all honesty, as soon as he had perceived your presence, a brief hint of embarrassment suddenly flashed across his features, most likely ashamed regarding his rather immature behaviors. It was obvious that Michael had been attempting to preserve some sort of reputation, that of a wise and knowledgable older man for both you and Franklin to learn from. Yet, as soon as the other man had arrived, it was as if such efforts had suddenly been completely dismissed.
"(Y/N), hey! You made it." Michael had swiftly exclaimed, pushing passed the other man in order to properly greet you "Good to see you, kid."
From the other side of the room, Franklin had rewarded you with a nod of acknowledgment, seemingly the least bit phased by the previous scene, as if he was completely accustomed to such an event.
"(Y/N), this is Trevor. Trevor, this is (Y/N)." Michael had exclaimed, guiding you towards the other man as he introduced the two of you. It appeared as if he was attempting to somehow distract Trevor, to divert his attention away from their previous argument and onto yourself. Basically, Michael was utilizing you as some sort of diversion. Supposedly, your job had begun early. "Don't let him walk all over you. He may seem scary, but he's just a big baby." Michael had further added, obviously attempting to gain one final jab at the other man.
However, as soon as Trevor had shifted towards the direction of Michael's attention, he was suddenly quiet. His previous mixture of both yelling and arguing (obviously regarding the fact that Michael had even dared to invite yet another person to their sacred little group) had suddenly ceased. A few moments ago, he had gone from hollering like some sort of upset child, and now, he was absolutely silent, as if a bomb had just detonated within his ear, rendering him completely deaf.
Trevor was almost the exact opposite of what you had expected. Due to how Michael had previously described him, you had expected Trevor to be some sort of large and muscular war veteran, an individual supporting a rather intimidating stature. However, as he stood completely idle before you, you swiftly discovered that he was nothing like you had expected. Sure, he supported a constant scowl, a variety of different scars engraved across his flesh, and somewhat of an intimidating aura. Yet, in general, he was similar to that of most of the random civilians you viewed throughout Los Santos, with thinning hair, aging features, and deteriorating clothing.
You were confused for a moment; in all honesty, you had expected Trevor to instantly become both rowdy and rather obnoxious upon your initial arrival. Due to the many warnings Michael had previously provided, claiming that Trevor would be rather invasive within the presence of a woman, you had actually believed that he would most likely attempt to mount you right then and there. However, as he remained dormant in front of you, completely silent and basically transfixed (as if he had just gazed directly into the spiral of a trained hypnotist), he was possibly the farthest thing from what you had expected.
Trevor failed to greet you with some sort of dirty joke or a depraved comment. He did not become manic or violent, as you had been warned. No. Instead, he almost seemed shy. Surely, this couldn't be the big bad Trevor Philips you had been cautioned of, right? No, of course not. This man was the farthest thing from frightening. You had viewed much scarier people during your short journey to the local convince store. In fact, he appeared rather adorable, staring towards you as he was complete enamored by your simple existence. Trevor was currently gazing at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever observed within his entire life.
Despite the fact that you were becoming increasingly nervous, as a result of his unfaltering attention (in all honesty, you felt like a little kid once more, desperate to simply hide behind your parents legs as you arrived for your first day of school), you had decided to simply ignore his rather awkward behaviors. Instead, you had provided the other man with a warm smile paired with an extended palm, offering a polite handshake. It was a simple interaction, the same exact introduction most people would utilize during their first time meeting someone. Yet, Trevor had remained completely motionless, as if he was currently frozen within place. It almost appeared as if he had completely forgotten how to share a proper handshake.
"Come on, T." Michael had muttered, voice briefly faltering in response to Trevor's rather odd antics. Obviously, he was somewhat confused by Trevor's interesting behaviors as well, peering towards him as if he was somewhat worried. "Don't be weird."
Suddenly, like he had been revived back to reality, a rosy flush had instantly exploded across Trevor's features, his timid vision flickering towards your own as he nervously extended a trembling palm within return. In all honesty, the entire interaction was rather sweet, reminding you of an anxious school boy completely infatuated by his first ever crush.
Your palms clasped together with a sharp smack, his hand extremely clammy within your grasp. The two of you had shared a rather lousy shake, your firm movements causing Trevor's arm to simply flop around, as if his limbs had suddenly transformed into jelly.
When you had finally released Trevor's hand from your grasp, his arm had fallen to his side rather harshly, as if he hadn't even been supporting it at all. He continued to simply stare at you, his unfaltering vision causing you to become rather awkward as you nervously shifted before him.
"Okkkaaayy?" Michael had mumbled, brows furrowed and a hint of confusion audibly lacing his tone as he slowly guided Trevor away from you, well aware of your rather nervous appearance.
With that, the five of you quickly began to discuss the mission. The other unfamiliar man, the individual with the hunched back and a cane, whom you had soon been introduced to as Lester, had informed the four of you regarding the exact details of the heist.
As the other men had shifted their attention towards the display board, supporting many different pictures and notes pinned upon the bulletin, you were unable to successfully ignore Trevor. Even as both Franklin and Michael had promptly focused upon Lester, humming their agreement and occasionally nodding, Trevor's vision had remained utterly attached to you. He was silently scrutinizing your appearance, from your styled hair, applied make up, and even your selected outfit, Trevor was surveying each and every detail as if you were some sort of riddle he was now forced to decipher. In all honesty, his unfaltering gaze was causing it to become a struggle to properly pay attention.
Lester explained that the business was maintained mostly by tech nerds, exactly what you'd imagine from a science based organization. The main boss was an older man within his sixties, reviews stating that he was often timid and awkward, typically remaining both distant and away from the sales floor. General managers weren't quite as shy, but still extremely sheepish and anxious compared to the rest of the general public. And each simple sales person was rather geeky and quiet, often a young adult who had just recent graduated college, simply attempting to further expand their resume.
The workers consisted of exactly the type of people you'd imagine when regarding such a tech company: Individuals with greasy hair, thin figures, and socially awkward tendencies. Almost all of the employees were rather scrawny, defenseless, and skittish individuals, people who were very well informed regarding cellular devices, but new absolutely nothing about anything else.
"They'll probably shit their pants the second they see Trevor." He had joked, obviously teasing the other man's rather intimidating appearance. Yet, his weak chuckles had immediately ceased as soon as he perceived Trevor's rather nasty glare.
Lester predicted that the employees would most likely surrender almost immediately, failing to even attempt to defend the product and simply allowing the group to collect whatever they had desired. He assumed the sales personnel would probably begin to both cry and tremble upon the criminals initial entrance, begging for their mothers whilst they shook like leaves. However, the clerks weren't the main concern. Rather, the issue was the security guard on duty.
Of course, that singular store alone possessed over thousands of dollars within merchandise, and due to the rather weak employees the business appeared to favor, security officers were obviously a requirement. Entrusting a bunch of anxiety riddled nerds responsible for protecting a store full of technology was similar to expecting a child to refrain from consuming a box full of unprotected candy.
Following many hours of precautionary surveillance, Lester had become somewhat familiar with the rather measly security team, a group consisting entirely of only two men:
The first was a trained war vet, a man within his late thirties who possessed a somewhat buff figure and a large amount of muscles. Due to his research, Lester declared that the first officer typically worked Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday. He had constantly supported a serious expression, vision almost always gazing into the distance whenever he wasn't glaring towards anyone he had regarded as even remotely suspicious. From what Lester had observed, he was a "no monkey business" kind of man, taking his job extremely seriously, as if it was the most important responsibility upon planet Earth. Lester had even compared the first officer to a one of the King's Guard's (those guys with the fluffy hats who stand outside of Buckingham Palace all day, seemingly not allowed to even smile).
"His name is Steven Johnson and he looks like this." Lester declared, pointing towards one of the various pictures pinned upon the board, a photo of a rather intimidating middle aged man "If you see him, just walk away. If Steven is there, we will just have to reschedule, because there is no doubt in my mind that he will certainly kill you."
You followed Lester's finger as he guided it towards a different picture, a photo a young and much less frightening man. The second individual appeared to be within his early twenties, possessing rather boyish features that somewhat reminded you of Leonardo DiCaprio or a young Ashton Kutcher. He was smiling widely within the provided photo, as if he was a happy child upon school picture day. He failed to support the rather disturbing and broken aura compared to Steven, an extremely frightening presence that could only be gained following years of active military duty.
"Now this is Liam Hackett. If you see Liam, then you are good to go." Lester had added, supporting a much less grim tone compared to when he was referring to Steven.
Liam was the second security guard, often working Sunday, Thursday, and Friday. Lester explained that he was known as a rather unfavorable employee, due to the fact that he hadn't taken his job quite as seriously compared to Steven. The security officer role had been just a job for Liam, rather than a genuine career, just a way to earn money following his recent college graduation. The company had received many complaints regarding Liam, from both customers and staff. He was reported to be easily distracted, possessing somewhat of a wandering eye, and easily sidetracked by any pretty girl that accidentally managed to cross his path.
Although Steven was almost always scheduled Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday, and Liam would typically work Thursday, Friday, and Sunday each week, there was always a slim chance that their shifts may have been switched. Lester had warned the four of you to simply stick to the plan: If the group of you had arrived and discovered Liam's absence, guard duty being occupied by Steven instead, then you were to immediately abort the mission. Liam's presence was the first most important step of the plan, and without his availability, the entire heist could be easily disrupted. It would be much harder to successfully distract Steven Johnson, and he would certainly fire his gun if you had even considered glancing within his general direction. As much as it truly sucked to rely upon someone such as Liam in order to swiftly execute such a heist, his presence was crucial.
Today just happened to be a Thursday, one of the few days that Liam was actually scheduled, along with one of the most lousy days of the week for business. Most people were typically working upon a Thursday, not often out shopping, never mind purchasing a new phone. Reportedly, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were the most busy days of the work for the tech company, and Lester had been smart enough to avoid such dates.
Franklin would act as some sort of chauffeur, both Trevor and Michael were tasked with actually executing the robbery, and you were simply the distraction.
In order to properly play into the role of a simple servant, Franklin would be provided with a rented Grotti Turismo Omaggio. He would arrive before the building, let you out, park behind the store, and await further directions. Whilst parked, both Trevor and Michael would successfully exit the vehicle, where they had been previously hidden, as you distracted the security guard.
You were instructed to behave like some sort of spoiled rich brat, upset regarding your broken phone, and arriving in order to purchase the most recent model as a replacement. In fact, as soon as you had arrived within the forgotten garment factory, Lester had barely managed to properly greet you before he had demanded that you were to change into an outfit he had previously prepared, clothing consisting of a short cherry colored dress, a pair of simple heels, and a large black purse adorning many jingly accessories.
You had been instructed to simply exit the vehicle before commanding your driver (Franklin) to park somewhere else whilst he waited. However, on your way inside, you would quickly become distracted by the "handsome security guard." You had been encouraged to chat, joke, and even flirt with Liam, whatever was required, in order to simply distract him just long enough for both Michael and Trevor to complete the crime.
Of course, Trevor and Michael would discreetly break in through some sort of forgotten entrance before promptly robbing the place. Trevor had been instructed to act as some sort of defense, keeping the workers hostage with the usage of an aimed gun and a variety of intimidation tactics, all whilst Michael swiftly swept all of the merchandise. However, in all honesty, you weren't really paying attention to this portion of the directions, mainly due to the reality that such tasks didn't really regard you, but also because the sensation of fear currently settling within the depths of your stomach was threatening for you to vomit.
The entire plan sounded extremely daunting, much more extravagant and rather strategic compared to the clumsy thefts you had previously executed. In all honesty, you worried you would some how make a mistake. You imaged yourself advancing towards Liam and immediately throwing up in response to your overwhelming anxiety. What if you had slipped up and accidentally revealed your secrets? It was entirely possible that with the usage of a singular brief glance upon your features, Liam would immediately detect your terror, instantly aware of your odd behaviors.
However, as the other members of the group continued to act as if the entire scenario was completely normal, repeatedly nodding and occasionally humming their own forms of agreement, you had simply done the same. Despite the fact that your throat was currently swelling with fear and your stomach was actively churning, in an attempt to protect your reputation, you had remained completely unfazed. At least, upon the outside that is. Franklin had been kind enough to offer such a large opportunity, literally risking his own image in an attempt to assist you, and you certainly weren't prepared to ruin your own chances by revealing your true emotions of both fear and uncertainty. You hadn't possessed enough time to successfully prove your worth, and bursting out into tears certainly would assist such an endeavor.
Even though you wouldn't be expected to complete any of the dirty work just yet (such as possible violence or the act of actually committing a crime), the idea of simply assisting within such a heist was extremely daunting.
In fact, you would be the one revealing your face upon the street during the exact same time as a massive robbery had occurred. You were the singular individual who would be coincidentally distracting the security guard as a group of rugged criminals broke into the tech company. You were the only person who's face would be possibly captured upon tape, and it would be extremely difficult to remain undetected. Whilst both Michael and Trevor had been provided with a pair of masks, and as Franklin had been concealed behind the tinted glass of the Grotti Turismo Omaggio, you were the only one who had been expected to remain easily identifiable, face entirely upon display.
However, you couldn't exactly complain, due to the fact that this is exactly what you had agreed to: Playing the role of a dumb girl in order to properly trick the law. It was much easy to believe a young woman when she claimed something along the lines of: "Im so sorry, officer, I just thought he was cute. Honestly, I didn't know there was gonna be some big robbery. I promise, I'll be more careful next time." Compared to if Trevor had supported such a defense.
Of course, Lester had attempted to reassure you, explaining that he had completed enough background research in order to select the perfect day, the exact security guard, and the most believable alibi. Upon a random Thursday, there would be a lot less witnesses. Liam was the perfect candidate, the officer with the wandering eye and a general lack of life experience. Obviously, he wouldn't risk his job by actually revealing the reality that he had willingly allowed a random, spoiled brat to successfully distract him (and in return, your presence would most likely never even be mentioned). Along with the reality that the group had done this many times before.
Throughout the length of the meeting, you had perceived a sudden shift within Trevor's demeanor upon a few different occasions. Each falter hadn't lasted very long, only appearing for about a second before swiftly vanishing once more. In all honesty, if you hadn't been so tense, you most likely wouldn't even have noticed. However, you were anxious and you had noticed.
Of course, Trevor had continued to admire you, gazing towards you as if he was unable to successfully retrieve his attention for even a second. Yet, sometimes, his fixation would briefly waver.
As Lester had provided each of you with specific instructions, Trevor had remained completely silent, mostly staring towards you whilst he awkwardly fiddled with his palms. However, as soon as your name had been mentioned and your respected task had been explained, Trevor's vision would suddenly flicker away from you. As Lester revealed that you would basically act as some sort of bait, a slight tick had formed within Trevor's jaw. Once you had been provided with the rather short dress, revealing the lengthy expanse of your legs and subtly accentuating your breasts, Trevor's vision had started to twitch. Obviously, he hadn't favored the idea of you walking around dressed like some sort of tramp, actively risking your own safety, simply in order to act as some sort of distraction (especially for a young man who certainly didn't deserve even an ounce of your attention).
Yet, despite his increasing irritation, Trevor had remained completely silent. He did not argue with Lester and he failed to somehow disagree. Instead, he had stayed completely quiet, allowing his anger to slowly churn within his gut. Due to the manner in which Michael had previously described Trevor, you were well aware of the reality that silence from him was often some sort of warning, an extremely unnatural and rather rare occurance. However, you had much preferred such quietness compared to the option of him acting like a complete creep towards you, as Michael had previous predicted. If silence implied that Trevor was upon the verge of some sort of mental break, then so be it.
Each of you were provided with a set of matching ear pieces before Lester had sent you on your way. He explained that he would provide his own form of discrete assistance from a safe distance. Lester would wield the internet, technology, and the available security systems to the groups benefit. Lester had only further reassured you by declaring that he would provide the four of you with police related information, local notifications, and he would even manage to successfully hack into the cameras (in order to properly destroy all evidence of your identity).
Typically, you and Franklin would be chatting amongst each other during the extent of any ride. The two of you would usually joke, talk, and laugh together, even occasionally singing along to the music as you simply enjoyed your time spent together. However, as he drove towards the address of the tech store, you had remained visibly nervous within the passenger seat. You were fiddling with your sweaty palms, heart throbbing within the confines of your chest, and intense pulse rate practically deafening you. Despite the fact that both Michael and Trevor were currently located within the backseat, huddling upon the floor in an attempt to further conceal themselves, you had remained completely silent, the four of you participating within a rather awkward ride. Well, until Franklin had decided to finally interject, voice piercing the thick silence.
"Yo, (Y/N), are you okay?" He had inquired, briefly glancing towards you through his peripheral vision.
In response to his unexpected question, you were unable to dismiss the sudden wave of embarrassment that immediately washed over you. Usually, you were a rather reserved and calm individual during such criminal activity, often the one who had been expected to comfort the much less experience participants. Over the years, you had grown rather confident regarding your skills related to theft, no longer easily frightened. However, simply robbing the home of an elder woman or stealing from the mall was basically nothing compared to the mission you were about to execute. You had desired nothing more than to successfully prove your worth, to reasonably earn your seat amongst the group of men. Yet, here you were, acting like a complete pussy.
"Y-Yeah, uhm-" you hesitated, laughing awkwardly "Im just a bit nervous."
Franklin provided you with a soft and rather comforting smile, briefly glancing towards you once more before immediately shifting his vision back upon the road currently stretching before the view of the windshield.
"You ain't got nothin' to worry about. Trust me, it will be over before you know it. And the high after is better than any drug." He exclaimed, tone both relaxed and gentle, the final addition causing you to release yet another nervous chuckle.
Of course, his efforts were endearing, the fact that he was being so patient and supportive, failing to judge you regarding your obvious anxiety. Yet, no matter how reassuring he had truly been, such attempts had failed to successfully dismiss your nauseating fear.
"Speaking of feeling okay: Are you alright, T?" Michael had suddenly spoken as well, referencing the reality that Trevor had remained almost completely silent since the moment you had first arrived, failing to utter even a single word. Despite the fact that it was usually almost impossible to shut him up (talking so much that Michael had often wondered how his mouth hadn't become numb), Trevor was currently as quiet as a mouse. "You aren't talking my damn ear off or trying to hump (Y/N)'s leg."
The notion had caused your features to flush, an intense warmth immediately exploding beneath your flesh as the image of such depravity suddenly flashed within your mind. In all honesty, such a comment had certainly failed to easy your stress. Typically, you would confront someone following such a lewd statement, reprimanding them regarding their obvious lack of consideration for others. Yet, you were much too anxious to actually speak, never mind address such indecorum.
And with that, since the moment in which you had initially arrived, you had finally perceived the audio of Trevor's first words (of course, not including his petty argument between Michael):
"Shut up, Mikey." He had spat, tone rather restrained and quiet, as if he was attempting to somehow remain unperceived by everyone except Michael.
Suddenly, your heart had palpitated within your chest. At first, you were confused, unsure what had caused such an unexpected falter within your rapid heart rate. Since the moment in which you had first entered the Grotti Turismo Omaggio, your heart had been threatening to burst from your rib cage. However, some small detail had caused your pulse to pause for a moment. You wondered if Franklin had accidentally hit a bump or maybe you had forgotten how to properly breath.
Yet, as the words echoed within your mind once more, the explanation was almost undeniable. The sudden hitch within your breath had not been the result of some sort of turbulence. No. Instead, it was due to Trevors voice. The notion was completely unbelievable at first. However, as you perceived the audio of his subtle grumble from the backseat, obviously still frustrated with Michael, his tone both gravelly and raspy, you were immediately aware of the reality that you had been correct. Once again, as his thick voice entered your ears, your heart had faltered once more. Something about his fierceness, the slight husk lacing his tone, had caused your body to react within a rather unfavorable manner, an unexpected response you had ultimately decided to simply ignore.
As Franklin guided the vehicle towards the edge of the street, pulling towards the curb situated directly in front of the building, you couldn't help but awkwardly glance towards him once more. Maybe you had been silently begging for his aid, vision pleading with him to somehow save you. Yet, Franklin had simply rewarded you with a nod of reassurance, wordlessly encouraging you to just face your fears.
With trembling hands, you had finally pushed the door open, the weight of the door suddenly comparable to that of a boulder straining against your palms. You extended your foot from the opening, heel colliding against the pavement and causing a web of anxiety to suddenly spiral up the expanse of your weary leg. As you rose to your full height, you were unable to ignore the reality that your limbs were currently trembling, similar to that of a baby fawn executing its first proper strides upon hesitant hooves.
With a deep inhale, searching desperately for any remnants of your remaining courage, you had slammed the door behind you. Before you could really even comprehend what was actively occurring, your instincts were gaining control. You were acting completely off of impulse, allowing your mind to assume auto pilot as you swiftly slipped into character.
"Go find somewhere to park!" You had hollered towards Franklin, supporting your most believable tone of irritation, within the same manner a spoiled rich kid may regard their servant: As if they were completely inferior "Ill tell you when Im ready!"
As you marched towards the curb, the audio of the Grotti Turismo Omaggio revving to life had echoed against the looming buildings. Due to your extreme anxiety, you were forced to physically restrain from flinching. You currently felt like some sort of skittish cat, flinching in response to even the slightest noise or movement.
"Jesus Christ." You muttered from beneath your breath, as if you were the most annoyed you had even been within your life, struggling endlessly with your gaudy purse as you hauled it even further over your shoulder.
Your vision had remained glued to the ground as you swiftly approached the building, continuing to act completely irritated as you discretely rolled your eyes. However, as you neared the entrance, you finally allowed your irises to flicker upwards, and just as Lester had predicted, your vision instantly connected with the security guards, a small smile actively etched across his lips as he blatantly ogled you. In all honestly, as soon as you discovered the reality that it wasn't the infamous Steven Johnson currently situated before you, but Liam instead, you couldn't help but release a subtle sigh of relief. Although it had only been a few seconds, things were going smoothly, and that was at least somewhat reassuring.
The officer was a young man, maybe within his late twenties, supporting a head full of short blond hair paired with a boyish smile, greatly depicting the image of the man displayed within the provided photo. Of course, he had possessed the typical security guard uniform, with a navy top, matching pants, and a badge with the words "security officer" engraved within the metal. You had immediately perceived the bulky outline of the bullet proof vest situated beneath his shirt, and you obviously weren't ignorant regarding the pistol currently holstered upon his hip. For a moment, you had wondered why on Earth anyone would trust someone like Liam with a deadly weapon.
"Good morning, miss." He had exclaimed as you approached, providing you with both a wide and polite smile.
In all honesty, with his sandy blond hair, icy blue eyes, and prominent dimples, he was obviously the type that would chase women, and each of his targets had probably been much too flattered by his charm to successfully perceive his blaring red flags. There was no doubt within your mind that Liam was certainly apart of a frat within college, probably studying business, finance, or some other, useless subject. If you had possessed the money, education, and determination to endure some sort of high education, you certainly wouldn't have wasted your time focused upon economics. Yet, simply based upon Liam's general appearance, along with all of Lester's research, you had assumed that money wasn't a very big concern within his life.
Allowing yourself to further lean into the role, you had slowly dismissed your previous facade of anger, swiftly replacing such irritation with an exaggerated display of bashfulness.
"Good morning." You responded, voice supporting a bit of a flirty and somewhat innocent tone.
You were well aware of the exact type of woman a person like Liam would be interested within: Someone he had regarded as easy, submissive, and somewhat naive, an individual he could effortlessly both woo and charm. So, you had played into such an assumption, batting your eye lashes and allowing a soft flush to successfully infiltrate your features.
"What is a beautiful woman, such as yourself, doing here? Shouldn't your boyfriend be buying these things for you?" He asked, obviously attempting to somehow charm you with the usage of such elementary forms of flirting.
Although such a claim was possibly the least bit flattering, you had allow him to believe that it was. People like Liam wanted their egos stroked, to easily gain anything they had desired, without any form of protest from others. He probably wasn't accustomed to any form of rejection, whether that be from his parents, his friends, and even his romantic partners. However, in all honesty, you had perceived much more charming forms of flirting from the crack heads who would whistle towards you upon the side of the street.
"You're so sweet." You giggled, finally pausing before him "But I don't have a boyfriend. No guys are interested in a girl like me I guess."
He allowed a dramatic expression of utter disbelief to suddenly explode across his features, his jaw now agape and vision wide whilst he released a rather theatrical gasp, as if such a claim was the most unbelievable notion within the entire world.
"That just cant be true." He exclaimed, causing you to release yet another, high pitched giggle "Any guy would be lucky to have you."
You frantically shook your head, concealing your smile beneath your palm as you continued to laugh, as if you were completely flattered.
"Oh, you're just saying that." You responded, absently twirling your hair and subtly swaying your hips, like you were completely infatuated by him.
You weren't actually smitten by him. No, of course not. Instead, you were almost repulsed, skin crawling in response to each of his lousy flirting techniques. However, you couldn't reveal such a reality. Someone like Liam wanted his women to be stupid, desiring a simple lover who was absolutely obsessed with him. He didn't want a girlfriend who possessed her own thoughts and opinions, obviously not. In fact, he most likely desired someone who was both foolish and easily manipulated, a woman who would make the perfect, submissive wife for him within the future.
Yet, Liam had continued, still completely ignorant regard your true intentions.
"Seriously." He declared, chest puffed with pride, as if that was the most chivalrous statement he could have ever executed. Liam appeared triumphant within the same manner a child may act confident after they had successfully wiped their own ass for the first time. "Come on, let me buy you a coffee."
With that, you had frantically waved your hands, as if to physically halt him. You acted completely reserved, as if you couldn't possibly agree to such an offer. Yet, in all honesty, his obvious form of eagerness had caused a hint of excitement to infiltrate your system. You had him right where you wanted him; Liam was falling directly into your trap, entirely upon his own accord.
"Oh no, I couldn't possibly accept that. You're working! I cant let you get in trouble just for me." You countered, supporting the most desperate expression possible, as if you truly meant each and every one of your previous words.
However, Liam seemed determined, executing a rather dismissive wave of his arm, as if it was no big deal. And right then and there, you were positive that all of your previous assumptions had been correct: Liam wasn't some poor, post grad twenty-something year old who was desperate for cash. No. Instead, he had never been required to worry about money within his entire life, and this job was just a simple agreement concocted between himself and his snobby parents who had probably demanded that he was to "gain some real life experience." In fact, he had most likely cried when his mommy and daddy forced him to actually work.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I leave all the time. Besides, they wont notice. We'll only be gone a second, the coffee shops right down the road." He explained, as if he had done this a thousand times before. If this wasn't just some stupid facade you had been supporting, if somehow, by the grace of God, you had been genuinely interested within Liam Hackett, you most likely would have been offended by such an implication.
Leaning towards your left, you peeked into the depths of the building, swiftly discovering that it was completely empty, void of even a singular costumer. You viewed the various employees currently situated behind desks, features completely exhausted as they typed endlessly upon their keyboards. Reasonably, it was a Thursday afternoon, so there wasn't many sales to be expected.
As you shifted your attention towards Liam once more, you executed a rather sheepish nod, finally agreeing. In return, a wave of excitement had immediately crashed down upon you, but not due to the opportunity to further bond with the security guard. No, of course not. Instead, such thill was the result of victory, well aware of the reality that everything was going just as expected.
"Alright." You had declared, allowing a timid smile to inch across your lips as you peered up towards him through your brows, features flushed and expression that of complete naivety.
As a grin of both victory and excitement exploded across his features, Liam had drifted from his designated security post and began to guide you down the street. A similar expression of glee was currently graved into your features as well, including a wide smile paired with a bashful giggle. Yet, your visible happiness was not due to the same reasons as Liam's had been. Liam's elation was the result of his own pride, completely believing that he had just managed to successfully charm a rather beautiful young woman into properly entertaining him. However, your own exhilaration was triumphant, aware of the reality that at that exact moment, both Trevor and Michael were actively entering to tech store, prepared to properly rob the company, all without being pestered by the annoying security officer.
"You really don't have to do this: Buy me coffee. We'll be so far away, how will you keep watch?" You had exclaimed rather loudly whilst covertly pressing your finger against the ear piece, pretending as if you were simply adjusting your earrings. Sure, such a question was rather redundant and possibly even suspicious. Yet, you were required to properly inform the remainder of the group that Liam was now properly distracted, and this was your most discrete option.
Liam had smiled towards you once more, most likely further reassuring you that everything was fine with the usage of some more rather cheesy lines.
"Oh don't worry, they wont even notice. That jobs so boring, the most interesting thing that happens all day is when someone just happens to walk by with a puppy." Liam had chuckled "Does a girl like you even like coffee? Or are you more the tea type?"
Yet, you had been much too focused upon the muffled voice of Michael within your ear, asking if you were completely positive that the security guard was properly distracted.
"Oh yes, I love coffee!" You had exclaimed once more whilst you continued to press your finger against the ear piece, hoping that Michael would somehow receive the hint.
With that, you had perceived the audio of Michael finally agreeing, barking a demand directed towards Trevor. In all honesty, you could help but release yet another sigh of relief, eased that your efforts had succeeded and the other men had understood.
Of course, you weren't ignorant to the sound of Trevor's rather irritated grumble from the other end of the line. In all honesty, you weren't quite sure if such frustration was in response to Michael's rather bossy nature, including the fact that his companion often ordered him around like some sort of stupid dog. Or, if the sound of your blatant flirting amongst Liam had somehow managed to bother him. And to your dismay, your heart had fluttered once more, due to the simple notion of your romantic facade towards another man. Of course, along with the audio of his gruff voice entering your ears once more.
You had simply decided to ignore such an instinctual reaction, not yet prepared to address your systems rather odd response towards Trevor Philips.
Whilst you and Liam traveled towards the infamous coffee shop, the two of you had begun to share a bit of small talk. Of course, he had behaved just as you had expected: Completely self centered and utterly egocentric. Now that he honestly believed that his previous charm had successfully wooed you, all he seemed to do was talk about himself.
He had informed you of his name, which was Liam of course, and you had acted as if you were completely unaware of such a detail. He explained that he wasn't very interested within the line of security work, honestly rather jaded by such a task. Yet, it had provided him with a stable income as he attempted to build his social media career. It took every last remaining ounce of your self control to refrain from laughing. Of course, someone such as Liam, who had not yet experienced the struggles of the real world (most likely both pampered and coddled by his rich parents, provided with endless funds to do whatever he had pleased), had honestly believed that a career within social media was actually achievable.
"And it's easy work, I just stand outside all day and get a good tan. So thats always plus." Liam had declared with a chuckle, which you had obviously responded to with a version of your own, attempting to support the facade of the stupid young woman who was utterly infatuated by any random man who had decided to grace her with their attention.
There was a brief lull within the conversation, the two of you entering a rather awkward pause whilst Liam nervously cleared his throat. The only provided audio was the sound of the surrounding conversations being shared by random civilians, distant music echoing from various shops, and the occasional bark of a nearby dog. Yet, such silence had not remained for very long before a rather frantic voice had suddenly exploded within your ear.
"Christ, T! Could you be any slower?!" Michael had shouted, voice both muffled and a bit fuzzy due to the frequency of the small technological device.
In all honesty, you had grown somewhat accustomed to the simple countenance of Liam's droll voice paired with the surrounding audio of typical societal chaos. In fact, you had almost forgotten about the presence of the small ear piece entirely. Both Michael and Trevor had probably been communicating directly as they entered the tech building, due to their close proximity as they worked alongside one another. Yet, once the two of them had been properly separated, each now busy with their respected tasks, they were suddenly forced to utilize the provided ear piece. An action that had promptly disrupted your own concentration.
You had unintentionally flinched in response to the unexpected audio, Michael's voice piercing your ears and briefly interrupting your general immersion within the entire charade. Of course, your sudden jump had earned you a glance of concern from Liam, obviously confused regarding your odd behaviors. You had been physically startled as if something had successfully frightened you, even though the two of you were just simply walking together. From Liam's perspective, you had just flinched in response to absolutely nothing, due to the reality that your surroundings were currently both desolate and docile, obviously unaware of the small communication device actively situated within your ear.
However, you had quickly recovered with a rather awkward smile as you reached towards your ear piece, your fingers delving within your styled hair and clicking the off button, all whilst pretending as if you were simply adjusting your earrings once more.
You and Liam had continued to chat as the two of you purchased your respected coffees (and of course, Liam had payed for both, still attempting to both charm and flatter you). You declared that your phone had been destroyed during some sort of chaotic yacht party, claiming that it had accidentally slipped from the pocket of your jean shorts before promptly shattering against the deck. Obviously, in response to such a tale, Liam had suggested that you were to invite him next time, but not because he was interested in the idea of spending more time with you. No, of course not. Rather, due to the notion that attending such an event would some how further benefit his social status. Liam was simply interested within building his own popularity, and what a better way to accomplish such a goal than to use some innocent spoiled brat as leverage? At least, thats what he had been foolish enough to view you as.
In all honesty, if such a mission wouldn't have provided you with such vindication, you most likely would have punched him in the face by now. The only thing keeping you both controlled and confident was the idea that once Liam had eventually returned to his designated guard post, just to discover that the building had been successfully robbed during his absence, it wouldn't take very long for him to put the pieces together. Yet, by that point, in an attempt to cover his own ass, he would most likely refrain from mentioning that he had been "stupid enough to become distracted by some random girl." Only then, once you had promptly disappeared from the face of the planet, would Liam finally comprehend the fact that you hadn't been as foolish and basic as he had initially viewed you as.
Everything had been going exactly as you had expected: The two of you were chatting as you sipped your coffees, occasionally halting in order to survey a random plant or discuss a rather cute dog you had become "so enthralled by." All whilst you repeatedly distracted Liam, continuously stretching out the entire ordeal until you were certain that the job had been properly completed.
In all honesty, you had even relaxed a bit, the sensation of pride infiltrated your chest as you become more and more reliant upon your blatant skills regarding acting. At first, you hadn't been completely certain regarding the idea of basically playing pretend, unsure why Franklin had honestly believed that such a position was a good fit for you. You had never been the acting type. Christ, you hadn't even participated within a singular play during your school years. Acting had never been something you would have regarded as a skill of yours.
Yet, as the moments ticked passed and you continued to perceive the reality that Liam appeared the least bit suspicious, you had finally accepted the reality that Franklin might have known you better than you had previously assumed. Had he really been able to detect something within you that you were previously ignorant towards?
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Well, until the atmosphere had suddenly shifted; whilst the two of you were traveling back towards the tech building once more, now only about five minutes away, Liam had suddenly guided you down a much different path. Originally, he had lead you down the main street, constantly located within the presence of the general public as you passed multiple different stores and office buildings. Yet, as Liam had suddenly ushered you down a rather discrete ally, a small opening positioned between a clothing store and a rather fancy diner, you had instantly perceived the reality that this was certainly not the same route the two of you had relied upon during your initial journey towards the coffee shop. Obviously, you would have remembered the creepy ally with the various different spray painted masterpieces, decaying brick structures, trash covered ground, and the overall unsettling vibe. In all honesty, you wondered how many poor women had become one of Liam's various victims within this exact ally.
You were prepared to inquire about his rather unusual antics, to ask why he had taken you this route and where the two of you were going, paired with a rather awkward and timid giggle, still sticking to the whole "innocent and naive rich girl facade." Yet, once Liam had suddenly stepped forward, instantly caging you between his large chest and the exterior wall of the adjacent building, you were immediately interrupted.
His lips collided against your own as he initiated a rather sloppy kiss. You couldn't help but release a rather distraught yelp, attempting to recoil from his affection as his movements became both erratic and rather forceful. His mouth tasted of bile, decay, and a subtle hint of coffee, as if he had failed to properly brush his teeth within a week.
Obviously, Liam had done this a thousand times before, due to his general lack of consideration or even a slight sign of hesitancy. Liam was not considerate or weary, nervous that you may have swiftly rejected him. No. Instead, he was both confident and direct, due to the fact that all of his previous partners had most likely failed to properly deny him. In all honesty, you probably wouldn't have indulged within such intimacy whilst located within such a dingy setting no matter the circumstance, even if it had been God damn Chris Hemsworth currently pressed against you.
However, you wouldn't allow him to easily both mark and abuse you, to treat you as if you were just another notch within his belt. In fact, if it weren't for this stupid mission, you would have never even regarded him within the first place. If someone such as Liam had greeted you upon the street one random afternoon, whilst you were simply prepared to purchase a new phone, just as he had done that very day, you would have certainly ignored him, maybe even rewarded him with both a scoff and a feisty "Leave me alone, creep."
"What the fuck are you doing?!" You inquired through grit teeth, pushing at his chest in an attempt to successfully shove him away.
Yet, no matter how hard you tried, despite the fact that you had utilized all of your strength whilst executing such a shove, Liam's stance had remained unfaltering. Although his lips had briefly detached from your own, in order to respond to your previous question, his chest had remained firm against your figure, successfully compressing you between his own body and the exterior wall.
Suddenly, as your efforts failed and the daunting reality of the entire situation had started to sink in, all of your previous determination and anger was swiftly replaced by extreme fear. Sure, you were a criminal, and obviously, you were good with your words. However, as much as you hate to admit it, whilst located against a much larger man, all of your training and experience had been instantly dismissed. Suddenly, you had started to regret your prior agreement to such an arrangement.
"Come on, just relax, baby. I only have a little bit of time. Are we gonna do this or not?" He slurred, vision dropping with arousal as he whispered against the shell of your ear. Obviously he had been striving towards both seductive and alluring. Yet, instead, he had ultimately settled for rather creepy and frightening.
Once again, he had swiftly connected his lips against your own, now utilizing even more force compared to before in response to your previous signs of rejection. You pushed against his chest once more, figure desperately wriggling beneath the weight of his own as you attempted to somehow escape. Yet, to no avail.
"No. Stop. This isn't- I don't wanna do this." You had argued, supporting a rather pleading and frantic tone, repeatedly tossing your head side to side in an attempt to avoid his relentless antics.
However, despite how glaringly obvious your protesting was, Liam had failed to surrender. He did not detach himself, finally freeing you from his rather upsetting affection. He failed to halt his movements before eventually accepting your obvious rejection. No. Instead, as you repeatedly tossed your head side to side, Liam had utilized such an opportunity to focus his attention upon the exposed column of your neck.
"Just calm down. I'll be quick, I promise." He muttered, voice muffled against your flesh as he began to pepper kisses down the expanse of your throat.
You were now aware of the reality that he wasn't going to stop. No matter how hard you fought or how much you begged, Liam had no intention of ceasing such torture. Obviously, he viewed you as some sort of object, simply searching for his own pleasure and satisfaction, instead of considering your emotions. Liam had truly believed that you were stupid enough to simply allow such abuse. You weren't a person to him. No, you never had been. Instead, Liam was content with taking whatever he could from you, whether that be your compliments, praise, opportunities, and even intimacy.
Suddenly, all of your previous fear was instantly erased, soon replaced by complete rage.
Instantly, your distress had ceased, causing Liam to release a hum of approval, glad that you had finally stopped resisting. You had allowed him to relax, to honestly believe that you had finally submitted to such force. Liam had continued to explore the expanse of your flesh, lips both sucking and marking your skin, regarding your silence as some form of acceptance.
However, as he became much too distracted by the task of both nipping and biting at your neck, your hand carefully dove into the depths of your bag. You rummaged through your purse, movements slow as your fingers repeatedly collided against various make up products, the texture of your leather wallet, and the occasional tampon, until the sensation of cold metal connected against your digits. Instantly, you grasped at the handle of the concealed weapon, motions both slow and gentle, in an attempt to remain undetected by Liam.
With his eyes closed and hands currently occupied with the curve of your hips, completely unaware of what was currently occurring as he continued to both lick and nibble at your exposed throat, you removed the blade from your purse. Your fingers were wrapped tightly around the handle, in order to ensure the proper support. And as Liam continued to fondle your curves and release the occasional groan against your neck, you had penetrated the knife into his flesh, stabbing the blade directly within the defenseless space located between the collar of his shirt and his jaw. You had targeted his jugular, the only vital vein that had remained completely unprotected (compared to his armor covered chest and the deep veins that were certainly out of reach). Just as your neck was now exposed to his relentless berate, his throat had been vulnerable to your attack as well. Yet, your form of assault had been much different compared to his own.
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As the blade had punctured his flesh, certainly causing a web of pain to explode throughout his system, Liam had swiftly retreated. As he gazed towards you within complete disbelief, his previous confidence and pride had instantly vanished; his vision was now wide and trembling with a mixture of both fear and shock, jaw agape in surprise, and features suddenly void of any sign of warmth or color, his face now supporting a ghastly white hue. With your free hand, you pressed your palm against his mouth, successfully muffling any sort of noise that he may have attempted to execute. And of course, he had released a yelp of pain along with a groan of fear, just as you had predicted. Yet, with your firm hand currently covering his lips, such an effort to properly notify any nearby witnesses had been completely unsuccessful.
With a harsh yank, you had swiftly retrieved the weapon from his skin. However, Liam was not provided with such relief for very long before you plunged the knife into his neck once more. You had repeated this process multiple times, continuously puncturing his flesh with the blade until he had suddenly sank to his knees, all forms of hope and determination instantly dismissed as your attacks had prevailed. His body was now limp upon the pavement, vision wide yet lashes completely motionless. In all honesty, you weren't quite sure if he was dead or if he had just fainted. Either way, due to the reality that absolutely no one was aware of his currently location, he would certainly bleed out.
Within completely silence, you glared towards Liam, eye lids heavy as you peered absently towards his corpse. You were practically vibrating with anger as you gazed towards him within the same exact manner you would scowl at a disobedient dog. You were absolutely furious, utterly enraged that he had been confident enough to actually attempt to assault you. In all honesty, the notion made you sick: The fact that he believed that women were just some sort of object he could just use and abuse for his own, depraved and completely selfish benefit.
After a brief moment of silent consideration, you had finally bent down, slowly retrieving your knife from where it had become lodged within his throat. With the usage of yet another harsh yank, you had swiftly retrieved the blade from his neck, causing garnet colored blood to splatter against your dress, speckle your exposed knees, and spray across your flesh, glazing your figure like an unruly garden hose.
As some sort of cautionary measure, you slowly guided your fingers beneath his nose, movements both weary and hesitant, as if he might be revived back to life at any moment in order to swiftly attack you in return. You searched for any sign of life, such as the sensation of his shallowing breathing repeatedly splaying against your digits. Yet, such a possibility had never arrived. Instead, his figure remained completely motionless, his chest failing to both rise and fall with each instinctual inhale, his vision not even flickering against the soft breeze.
Once you were certain that he was obviously dead, you rose to your full height once more, unnervingly steady fingers reaching for your previously silenced ear piece. And as soon as the small device was revived once more, you were instantly greeted by the sound of your own designated code name.
"Yo, (the first letter of your first name)! Where the Hell are you?!" The audio of Franklin's voice echoed within your ears, harsh tone supporting a mixture of frenzy, concern, and slight anger "We've gotta get outta here! Hurry the fuck up!"
You gazed absently towards the corpse located below you, as if you were executing some sort of final, disgraced farewell, all whilst a dull ringing had started to echo throughout your skill. You scowled at what remained of Liam within the same manner you would glare at a disobedient child who had just managed to trash your home during some sort of childish tantrum: With complete disappointment and utter frustration. You glowered towards him as if he was the dirt upon the bottom of your shoes.
For the first time since you had first plunged the knife into Liam's flesh, you perceived another emotion (besides rage, of course): Terror. Suddenly, a gasp of complete shock had exited your lips, as if someone had just swiftly slapped you across the face, instantly reviving you back to reality. Following such an intense robbery, considering the fact that the stores designated security officer was now missing, you worried that the investigators might check the nearby surveillance cameras. And in return, they would certainly perceive the exact image of the young woman who had just "coincidentally" managed to distract the designated security officer during that specific shift.
Yet, whats done was done. You were unable to turn back time, to avoid executing such a foolish mistake. However, if the law had decided to properly interrogate you, at least now you could claim that your initial intentions had been innocent, declaring that you had been utterly flattered by the charming young man, simply agreeing to his rather irresponsible offer to join him for coffee. Yet, you had ultimately been forced to defend yourself after he had attempted to blatantly assault you.
"Im coming." You finally responded, certainly not ignorant regarding the slight tremble within your tone.
You ran down the street towards the specified location (well, jogging the best you could within heals), and bound into the awaiting car, tossing yourself into the passenger seat rather carelessly. Before you could even properly shut the door, Franklin had slammed his foot against the gas pedal, tires squealing against the pavement and sure to leave some sort of tracks.
You shifted restlessly within your seat, chest dramatically heaving with each rapid inhale as you searched frantically for the buckle. Blood was now staining the length of your exposed legs, along with the lower portion of your dress. Yet, the evidence of such crimes had been slightly muted by the matching crimson fabric of your skirt.
"Christ, whats with all the blood, kid? Are you hurt?" Michael inquired as he leaned over the edge of your seat, vision wide and a hint of audible concern actively lacing his tone as he surveyed your rather disheveled appearance.
You had reached into the depths of your purse, removing some provided sanitary wipes, before you began to gently cleanse the blood from your flesh. Who knows what kind of diseases that creepy security guard had possessed, certainly none you wanted to gain.
"Im okay." You responded, flashing a rather hesitant smile. Obviously, such a grin had been executed in an attempt to somehow reassure the three men. However, due to the manner in which your lips were currently quivering and tears had begun to blur your vision, their concerns were certainly not eased. "Just a bit of an issue, but nothing to worry about."
It was silent for a moment, completely quiet as the three men continued to simply stare towards you, supporting matching expressions of both concern and astonishment. Well, until Trevor had finally spoken, properly addressing you for the first time since the moment in which the two of you had been introduced. In fact, he had barely even spoken since you had initially arrived, other than the occasional grumble of frustration of a simple "Shut up, Mikey." Directed towards his companion. Yet, this was the first occasion in which he had actually spoke towards you.
"I think Im in love." He muttered, voice both low and gravelly, vision completely hypnotized by your mere existence.
Of course, Micheal had rewarded Trevor with a rather harsh elbow against his ribs, demanding that he was to "shut up" through git teeth. However, in all honesty, you were unable to dismiss the small smile of affection that had suddenly trembled across your lips. Compared to your previous interaction shared between yourself and Liam, this was not a fake smirk, executed in an attempt to successfully trick and fool him. No. Instead, this was a smile of both genuine affection and sincere flattery. As much as you hated to admit it, you were actually somewhat flustered by Trevor's rather crude love confession.
Something about Trevor's whispered statement was completely affectionate; he was not flirting with you in a rather perverted or self centered manner, simply in order to gone something from you, as Liam had done. Rather, such praise was similar to the confession of a man who was lost at sea, a statement executed out of complete honesty. As if you were the light that had provided him with hope during his deepest moment of weakness. Trevor's tone was both soft and almost gentle, lacking any form of perversion or lust. In fact, he sounded completely enamored, as if the words had exited his mouth before he could even contemplate the appropriateness.
As you covertly peeked towards Trevor through the reflection of the rear view mirror, simply hoping to gain some sort of view upon his rather interestingly captivating features, you soon discovered that Trevor's vision was already glued to your own. You instantly redirected your attention towards your trembling palms, unable to dismiss the manner in which your subtle smile had only further intensified, along with the wave of heat that immediately exploded across your features, easily sheepish following the rather simple interaction. Christ, the two of you had failed to share even a proper conversation, and you were already blushing like an infatuated school girl. In all honesty, you worried that you were possibly ill.
Following that initial mission, you had successfully demonstrated your value, earning your seat amongst the group of men. You had proved your worth, obviously capable of various skills, including: Preforming, following instructions, and properly defending yourself. You weren't the rowdy or uncontrollable type, someone who act rather reckless and ultimately jeopardize the entire mission. No. Instead, you had proved to be the perfect match for such a position. in fact, without your presence that day, it would have been extremely difficult for both Trevor and Michael to even enter the tech building without becoming caught or detected.
However, most importantly, you had avoided discrediting Franklin. If you had behaved both unstable and foolishly that day, you wouldn't have been very concerned regarding the possibility of becoming captured by the law. Rather, you would have felt absolutely awful for damaging Franklin's reputation. If your mistakes had caused the mission to ultimately fail, you would be less worried about being arrested, and much more upset for accidentally slandering Franklin's image. He had been kind enough to provide you with such an offer, going out of his way to both promote and advocate for you, the most you could do was assist him.
Later that night, once you had finally returned home, you received a message from Franklin. After the extensive amount of time you had spent supporting the pair of dramatic stiletto heels, figure constantly tense with stress, and repeatedly exercising, your muscles were aching, your feet were sore, and your body was completely exhausted. You were simply relaxing upon the living room sofa, slumped against the couch and occasionally tossing candy into your mouth whilst you observed some random television show, when a notification appeared upon your phone screen:
"See? I told you, you had nothing to worry about. You did great." The text had read, a compliment in which had obviously caused a soft smile to immediately adorn your features.
Soon, you were being invited to various missions, whether that be similar robberies, simple surveillance, or full on heists. You were no longer regarded as some form of back up, but had instead been promoted to an actual asset. Just as Lester, Trevor, Michael, and Franklin had all supported a variety of beneficial skills, regarded as main members of the group, you were soon viewed as a core participate as well, offering your own set of both unique and important talents.
Sometimes, you would repeat a similar process compared to the first mission: Acting as some sort of distraction in order to avoid possible suspicion. You would be provided with various different outfits, prepared characters to play, and basic directions. In fact, when Lester had finally become confident regarding your abilities, once he had provided you with the basic details regarding each plan, he had eventually allowed you to create characters, outfits, and scripts all upon your own. Lester had trusted your opinion and was faithful that you'd select the proper decision. And you had never managed to disappoint him.
During other occasions, you would be provided with dense armor, various technological devices, vehicles, and weapons. Eventually, you were no longer expected to simply preform, but you were now allowed to actually participate within the direct action as well. Soon enough, you had evolved passed the role of simple eye candy, progressing into a genuine member of the group.
However, no matter how much time you had occupied alongside the other men, whether that be assisting Lester with researching, planning beside Michael, or simply hanging out with Franklin, Trevor had consistently remained rather reserved. At first, you had assumed that he was simply just shy; you predicted that once he was provided with enough companionship, Trevor would eventually relax. Yet, despite the fact that the two of you often worked alongside one another, Trevor had remained completely silent, timid, and rather distant. He had failed to devolve into the awful character Michael had initially described him as: The deranged maniac that was not to be trusted around a defenseless woman. Instead, Trevor had remained just as shy and flustered compared to when the two of you had first been introduced.
In all honesty, you were almost positive that he hadn't shared a proper conversation with you since that initial mission, during the moment in which he had expressed his rather hasty affection towards you after you had effortlessly murdered the security guard. He was obviously somewhat attracted to the fact that you were a confident and assured individual, someone who was capable of properly defending themselves. Trevor had become completely enamored by the reality that you weren't just some sort of weak and impotent little creature who allowed others to simply walk all over you.
Of course, Trevor had soon reassumed his typical arguing between himself and Michael, along with his famous banter shared amongst both Lester and Franklin. Yet, no matter how much time you had spent alongside him (whether that be late nights spent planning with the group or during basic missions), Trevor had failed to behave as anything more than both shy and timid whilst located within your presence. In all honesty, when accompanying one another, Trevor often depicted that of a hesitant and skeptical stray cat around a stranger, much too weary to even consider accepting any sort of affection, no matter how careful and cautious you truly behaved.
Obviously, he had become somewhat comfortable regarding your presence, able to bicker between the other men without a hint of shyness, just as he had always done. He would often become both erratic and irate during some sort of disagreement, swiftly advancing into the territory of both yelling and insulting his victim. Yet, he had never behaved that way towards you. In fact, during each tantrum, the moment in which his vision would eventually grace your figure, the second in which he had appeared to remember your presence, Trevor would immediately become silent, a deep blush exploding across his features, obviously embarrassed. It was just you that had intimidated him, your simple presence causing him to both blush and stutter.
Following yet another successfully mission, as Michael had provided you with a ride home, the two of you were sitting within a rather comfortable silence. The atmosphere was dark, an unrecognizable song echoing quietly from the radio, and distant stars glimmering within the night sky. Just as Michael had possessed some type of fondness towards Franklin (regarding him as something similar to that of an apprentice to both educate and mentor), he had also supported a similar partiality towards you as well. Michael had obviously regarded you as something adjacent to a daughter, allowing you to rely upon him during any sort of emotional distress. In all honesty, you had regarded him as something similar to a father figure in return, an individual you could sit silently within the car alongside, without perceiving any sort of awkwardness.
"Whats your secrete?" Michael had eventually asked, his voice suddenly shattering the silence.
You peered towards him, an expression of confusion visibly etched across your features. Your brows were furrowed, irises hesitant, and head slightly tilted, obviously puzzled regarding exactly what he was referencing within that moment.
"What?" You responded, an audible hint of disorientation lacing your voice.
Michael shrugged absently from beside you, as if it was the most normal question upon planet Earth. Even though his vision had remained completely fixated upon the road stretching before him, you certainly weren't ignorant regarding the subtle smile of amusement currently tugging upon his lips.
"Did you give him drugs or something. Trevor, I mean. Christ, not once have I ever seen him so... Well behaved, and Ive known the guy for over a decade. He's like a God damn dog on a lead whenever you're around." Michael chuckled, partially joking, but entirely seriously at the exact same time "Can you just come with me every time I have to see that lunatic? Maybe then he wouldn't be so fucking crazy all the time."
As the words exited his mouth, you couldn't help but nervously peer towards your palms, obviously attempting to conceal your current expression of flattery. Of course, you were aware of the reality that Trevor was often a rather unpleasant individual, someone you certainly should have been much more intimidated by. Yet, you just couldn't seem to dismiss the rather disagreeable manner in which your system instinctually reacted every time his name was even mentioned. Christ, you were currently blushing like a flustered school girl who had just waved at your crush within the hall, simply because Michael had dared to reference him. And God, just knowing he acted so different towards you compared to literally everyone else was somehow a compliment.
In all honesty, you often wondered what about you had effected Trevor Philips within such a drastic manner. Was it your appearance or style? Had your personality enamored him? Was he just insane enough to view you as some sort of extraordinary being? Surely, there was nothing that interesting about you, captivating enough to morph Trevor from some sort of deranged animal and transform him into a rather fragile little creature.
From what you had been previously informed of, he could be completely insane, becoming both violent and enraged simply in response to a basic form of teasing. Trevor was known for his reckless behaviors, extreme reactions, and general instability. Yet, he was completely controlled within your presence. Within your personal experience, Trevor was basically a saint, refraining from any form of blatant cruelty. In fact, he was almost the exact opposite of what you had been previously warned of. Not once had Trevor had never been rude, disrespectful, or violent towards you. Instead, he was often polite, shy, and quiet.
Of course, you had perceived a slight glimpse of such violent tendencies within the past, such as: His immature arguments shared with Michael, his extremely short temper towards those who had accidentally upset him, and his genuine lack of morals. In fact, you had literally observed him beat the shit out of a random stranger, simply because they had accidentally managed to glance within his general direction. Yet, Trevor had failed to regard you within such a frightening manner, as he did with literally everyone else within his life.
During such periods of mania, Trevor would often behave rather erratic and unstable, typically resorting to violence, anger, and impulse. Yet, as soon as he had perceived your presence, it was as if some sort of mental switch had been flipped within his brain. One moment, Trevor would go from utterly reckless and rather insane, before transforming into completely calm and quiet the very next second, as if nothing out of the ordinary had ever even occurred within the first place.
During one specific heist, Lester had explained that whilst both Michael and Franklin would operate from ground level, acting as direct force whilst they preformed a rather large assault against law enforcement, you and Trevor would be situated within a nearby helicopter. As Trevor operated the vehicle, working as the pilot, you would be handling the gun, present as some sort of distant form of support. If the battle become too much for either Michael or Franklin to manage, you would be provided with a sniper, capable of relieving any sort of excess stress from a safe distance. It would be rather unwise to send all four of you in at once, that was basically begging for each of you to be shot dead.
"Are you insane, Les?" Michael had suddenly chimed in, obviously protesting such a plan "Nuh-uh, no way. Im not leaving (Y/N) alone with that freak. He'll probably kill her the second he gets her alone."
In return, Trevor had scowled towards Michael, an expression of pure rage visibly etched across his features. Obviously, he had been offended by such an insulting claim, not only upset that his companion had viewed him within such a negative manner, but also embarrassed following such social humiliation. Of course, Trevor hadn't favored the manner in which Michael had just shamed him in front of you, visibly embarrassed following such an insult. In all honesty, it appeared as if he was upon the verge of some sort of rage induced outburst.
Yet, due to your presence, Trevor would ultimately fail to act upon such impulse. He did not resort to basic violence, in an attempt to some how force Michael into apologizing. Instead, he had relied upon a silent form of disapproval, trying to silence Michael with the usage of a rather dirty glare.
However, Michael was well aware of such a detail, perceiving the reality that Trevor would ultimately fail to respond with any form of anger whilst located within your company. Therefore, Michael had often utilized such an opportunity to his own benefit, basically permitted to both tease and torment Trevor as much as he desired, without any form of reproductions. At least, not until your absence that is.
"Yeeeaahhh, Im not really sure thats a very good idea, man." Franklin had added, further solidifying the fact that such concerns weren't entirely unreasonable. Franklin often acted as the voice of reason; amongst a group of men decades older than himself, whenever Franklin had successfully agreed, thats when it became obvious that such worries weren't simply some form of petty revenge.
Lester had released a rather defeated sigh, rubbing absently at the bridge of his nose, obviously becoming somewhat annoyed regarding the groups constant arguing.
"Look, I know, It's not ideal. But, with your familiarity with the route," he had gestured towards Michael "and your stealth," he pointed at Franklin "its the best option. Trevor's the only one who can safely operate a helicopter and we all know (Y/N) is the best with a sniper. It's the most optimal choice."
Everything Lester had just explained was completely correct: Due to the fact that the specific area was situated nearby his own home, Michael was the most familiar in regards to that exact territory. Concerning close range action and general camouflaging skills, Franklin possessed the most talent. Of course, Trevor was the only one who supported any sort of genuine flying experience. And you were graced with the most stable arms and almost flawless aim compared to the rest of the group, especially during far range attacks. Just as Lester had previously stated: It was the most agreeable option. Why force Michael to operate the helicopter when Trevor had literally participated within the air force?
No one could reasonably disagree with such rational logistics. Therefore, rather begrudgingly, both Franklin and Michael had finally surrendered, releasing their own versions of defeated grumbles as they failed to further protest. Yet, compared to the other men's rather obvious forms of disdain, Trevor couldn't have appeared any more ecstatic. With a wide grin of delight currently plastered across his features, his figure consistently vibrating with excitement, and a general aura of utter glee, Trevor appeared absolutely thrilled. And in all honesty, due to his rather odd reaction, you weren't quite sure if you should have been relieved or scared.
Without any form of further discussion, thats exactly what had occurred: As both Franklin and Michael infiltrated the designated building together, Trevor had operated the helicopter, and you had remained positioned within the open cabin door, firing at any visible law enforcement that had attempted to respond.
Through the scope of your sniper, you observed as both Michael and Franklin exited the designated building, no sign of any officers or armed officials chasing after them as they entered the nearby escape vehicle. Once they bound into the car and the engine revved to life, you informed Trevor, instructing him to exit the scene before anyone had noticed. Obviously, much too distracted by the chaos currently occurring upon the surface, most witnesses were much too preoccupied to perceive the rather sketchy helicopter situated within the night sky. Of course, all of the vehicles lights had been switched off and you were hovering at a safe distance, but detection was always a possibility. And besides, there was no reason to hang around longer than what was required.
"Okay, they're good! Go, go, go!" You had frantically exclaimed, absently disregarding the sniper. You feet repeatedly slipped against the metallic flooring as you scrambled into the empty passenger seat.
And of course, Trevor was immediately obedient, just as he had always been; lacking any form of further instructions, without even a moment of hesitancy, he had done just as you commanded: Trevor got the Hell out of there.
As you hastily strapped yourself into the passenger seat, hands braced against the adjacent wall in search of some sort of support, the two of you had immediately entered a rather typical silence. Just as always, neither of you had properly spoken. Instead, allowing the common quietness to persist. And, of course, Trevor had appeared rather nervous from beside you, features flushed, jaw tense, and cautious irises occasionally glancing towards you from his peripheral vision. He was prone to covertly monitoring you, as if you were some sort of threat, causing Trevor to constantly be rather on edge whilst located within your presence.
However, in comparison to Trevor, you were much less weary. You failed to become tense or nervous, just as he had. Instead, you had simply allowed yourself to relax against the seat, instinctually releasing a harsh sigh of relief, thankful that the two of you had managed to successfully escape the scene. At that point, you had grown rather accustomed to Trevor's silent tendencies, especially in regards to yourself.
Originally, you had been rather intimidated by his quietness. In all honesty, due to Michael's previous warnings, you had expected Trevor to be loud, obnoxious, rowdy, and even a bit dangerous. However, from the moment in which the two of you had been introduced, Trevor had been the exact opposite, someone you would describe as mute, pleasant, serene, and seemingly innocuous.
You worried that he may have been attempting to some how trick you, simply waiting for your guard to drop, allowing you to become completely ignorant, before he finally morphed into some sort of deranged monster. For a while, you were concerned that Trevor might have been supporting a false facade of shyness, acting both timid and meek until you had eventually become even the slightest bit vulnerable, and thats when he would finally reveal his true personality.
Yet, as time persisted and the days transformed into weeks, all whilst Trevor had remained completely silent, you had finally considered the possibility that maybe Trevor wasn't as insane as Michael had previously declared. Maybe Michael had simply allowed his own bias to gain the best of him, slandering his ex-best friend within a rather faithless manner. Although you had been spared of the details, you were aware of some sort of tense strain between the two, and it was entirely possible that Michael had allowed such bitterness to successfully skew his own opinions.
You had become familiar with Trevor's general lack of a verbal response whenever you had managed to acknowledge him. Of course, you would greet him each day and occasionally attempt to share some sort of basic conversation with him. Yet, Trevor had always failed to properly reciprocate such chivalry. He did not reward you with a similar greeting or some sort of similar small talk. Instead, whenever you had attempted to bond with him, Trevor would simply peer towards you as if you were a figment of his own imagination, a subtle expression of utter confusion etched across his features as he attempted to discern whether you were real or fake. In all honesty, whenever you had rewarded him with a simple wave or some sort of kind smile, Trevor often acted completely bewildered, like he had honestly expected you to simply ignore him.
However, despite his rather reserved and extremely confusing tendencies, such quietness did not mean he wasn't listening. In fact, it was quite the opposite: Trevor was always listening. At first, you had considered the possibility that maybe he was just rude, simply ignoring you. Yet, you had soon perceived the reality that such a notion was almost the farthest thing from correct.
Instead, Trevor often remembered small and unimportant details you had shared, simple facts about yourself you had revealed during a short conversation supported between the other men. You could have claimed that you despised the color orange, regarding it as both obnoxious and ugly. And soon enough, all of his clothing that supported such a hue would suddenly disappear from Trevor's wardrobe. You might have absently claimed that you were afraid of spiders, illness, or any other sort of common phobia. And from that moment onward, Trevor would immediately begin to covertly guide you away from such environments (including small, forgotten, and dusty areas that might have possessed insects, or hospitals, offices, and medical facilities that could have supported a sickness as simple as a basic cold).
Additionally, not once had Trevor ever dismissed your instructions. Whilst you spoke amongst the group, even if Trevor had appeared completely ignorant and utterly disengaged, he would somehow manage to properly obey each of your commands. As you talked amongst both Franklin and Michael, all whilst Trevor remained within another room, you could have mentioned the fact that you were slightly hungry. And as soon as Trevor had returned once more, he would arrive with some sort of food within his grasp, whether that be pizza he had ordered or a basic meal he had prepared. Obviously, he would never fail to act completely unaware, as if he had just been hungry as well. Yet, you were entirely aware of the reality that such a gesture had been executed entirely in regards to your own desires.
Christ, as the two of you remained confined within the helicopter, you could have suggested that he was to guide the vehicle directly into the side of a nearby building, and Trevor would have done exactly that without even a hint of hesitation, simply due to the reality that such a command had tumbled from your lips within specific.
Sure, Trevor often ignored Michael, argued with Franklin, or disagreed with Lester, typically making an effort to simply disobey the other men, lacking any sort of reasonable explanation for such defiance. Yet, in regards to yourself, Trevor had never been rebellious. In fact, he had failed to even argue with you, as he appeared so fond of doing amongst others. How could he even attempt to bicker if he had failed to share even a singular conversation with you?
As Trevor operated the helicopter, the two of you completely silent, only the sound of the harsh wind slamming against the frame of the vehicle acting as some sort of background audio, you couldn't help but become rather transfixed by his motions. You covertly observed his arms with each movement, the manner in which his muscles strained beneath the fabric of his shirt, sleeves now taunt against his bulging biceps. You surveyed the subtle expression of concentration etched across his features, vision practically glued to the route displayed in front of him.
The more time you spent alongside Trevor, the more you began to notice just how attractive he truly was. Within his own, unique Trevor Philips way of course.
Sure, his clothing was often stained, various types of grime smudged his shirts, and his pants were typically both tattered and torn. However, such details caused you to become somewhat curious, upon the verge of asking about such damage, simply due to your own intrigue. Trevor was an unusual individual, within the most mesmerizing manner possible. During each occasion in which he had arrived covered within blood, you had contemplated inquiring about the cause of such an appearance.
Of course, Trevor supported rather menacing features: The effects of his criminal life style engraved within his characteristics, drugs causing his figure to become both slim and lean, and his rather erratic behaviors were typically alarming. However, at the exact same time, with his lean form and general accumulation of muscles, you often perceived the manner in which his clothing article flawlessly clung to his form, accentuating every curve, revealing each toned muscle, and displaying his large biceps. And God, did his clothing fit him absolutely perfectly, within the most delicious manner possible.
Each scar and every mark told its own story, the continuous expression of rather intriguing anger built up after years of constant action, within the most masculine manner possible. And Christ, the way he simply presented himself, with his rather swaggered walk, wide stance, and instinctual habit of spreading his legs whenever he sat, was the most attractive display of dominance you had ever once perceived. He was so disgusting, intimidating, and absolutely frighting, all within the most captivating and arousing manner possible. If you could simply adore each of his details and characteristics for the remainder of your existence, you surely would have.
In all honesty, as you covertly observed his current appearance, the manner in which his brows were furrowed within dedicated concentration, the way his large fingers gripped the steering wheel, and the fact that his muscles strained with each motion, you certainly weren't ignorant to the slight throbbing sensation that had suddenly appeared between your legs. God, he looked absolutely gorgeous.
Trevors rather confusing behaviors towards you were often puzzling. Everyone else had often regarded Trevor as some sort of monster, a complete maniac who was entirely unpredictable. He was described as a motor mouth, failing to shut the fuck up for even a moment. Others often utilized words such as deranged, annoying, or perverted when referring to Trevor.
Yet, when he was located within your presence, he typically contradicted such information. You often struggled to believe such stories, due to the reality that Trevor had been nothing but pleasant. In regards to yourself, he failed to argue, ignore, or simply dismiss you. He did not become creepy, arrogant, or menacing. Instead, he was almost submissive, executing each of your directions without even a singular sign of protest. From your own, personal experience, Trevor wasn't just some unhinged lunatic who was completely unable to control himself. Rather, he was the completely opposite, appearing somewhat reserved and sane. Not once had you ever worried about your own health within Trevor's presence. In fact, you almost felt safe with him.
In all honesty, if you hadn't trusted Franklin so sincerely, you probably would have dismissed such tales. You could easily discredit Michael or ignore Lester whenever they had attempted to vilify Trevor. Yet, you possessed much more faith within Franklin. He wasn't the type to lie or gossip; if he had claimed that Trevor was some sort of deranged psychopath, then you had no other choice but to believe him.
As the two of you remained utterly silent and completely alone, you began to consider your options. Of course, you had always wondered about Trevor's blatant hesitation in regards to yourself, the fact that he had treated you much differently compared to everyone else. Trevor never become angry, violent, or rude towards you, as he was so prone to with others. Yet, you had always been much too nervous to properly express such concerns, afraid that he might possibly become defensive with others around.
However, without the pressure provided by the presence of others, this was the perfect opportunity to finally address such a dynamic. Additionally, if he had become irritated or erratic following such a topic, his hands were currently busy actually operating the steering wheel to rely upon violence in order to express himself.
Yet, you were well aware of the reality that if you had truly desired to confront his odd behaviors, you would most likely fail to receive any sort of confiding response from him. Trevor would not reward you with a proper answer in regards to such a question, ultimately failing to explain his interesting actions. Instead, he would most likely resort to awkward silence or simple ignorance. In all honesty, he often reminded you of Raj from The Big Bang Theory, simply due to the fact that he was seemingly unable to actually speak whenever you (a woman) was present. In fact, you could have literally screamed within his face, demanding that Trevor was to speak with you, and that would have been the singular occasion in which he had actually failed to oblige one of your commands.
Therefore, as a new and rather interesting idea appeared within your mind, you were unable to successfully dismiss the smug smirk that slowly inched across your lips. If he would avoid sharing a proper conversation with you, then maybe you'd just have to force the explanation from him.
Your vision graced his appearance one last time, as if to mentally confirm that you were prepared for what was to come, before you slowly leaned across the small space provided between your two seats.
You had always possessed a subtle inkling as to why Trevor had remained so timid around you: Due to his visible bashfulness, the fact that a deep blush would instantly explode across his features whenever you had dared to even glance within his general direction, the reason wasn't very hard to perceive. However, you still desired some sort of confirmation, and if Trevor wasn't going to verbally express himself, then maybe the usage of a much different tactic was required.
Once you bent across the small expanse of space situated between your respected seats, your figure acting as some sort of bridge connecting the two of you, your left palm had gently collided against his jean covered thigh. In an attempt to properly support your own weight, along with avoid accidentally collapsing upon the floor, you had resorted to his own figure for some sort of physical assistance.
As soon as your hand had initially rested against his upper leg, Trevor had subtly flinched. His breath had audibly hitched within the depths of his throat, obviously not prepared for such sudden proximity. Yet, he had failed to successfully disapprove of such advances. Even as the fingers of your right hand had began to travel towards the zipper of his pants, Trevor had failed to properly protest. He had remained completely dormant, simply allowing you to continue. He failed to speak, figure no longer occasionally twitching (as it was so naturally inclined to), and in all honesty, you weren't even sure he was properly breathing anymore.
A slight gasp of shock had been retrieved from Trevors lips the moment in which your digits had collided against the cold metal of his zipper, breath becoming caught within the depths of his throat as a physical shutter rippled down the length of his spine. However, he still did not exclaim some form of rejection. Trevor hadn't recoiled away from your blatant ministrations. He did not attempt to redirect your motions with the usage of a soft shove. Instead, he had remained completely silent and almost as motionless as a statue. In fact, due to the sudden contact, his hands had started to grip the steering wheel so intensely, you could literally perceive the ghastly white hue slowly venturing across the surface of his knuckles.
As if you were approaching a skittish wild animal, you had utilized somewhat slow and hesitant motions, in an attempt to avoid accidentally frightening him. In all honesty, you had mentally viewed Trevor as a rather cautious individual, someone who was easily frightened and usually weary of others, especially in regards to yourself. He was the type to flee from any room whenever you had briefly glanced within his general direction, effortlessly flustered, and even going completely mute as soon as he perceived your presence. So, rather swift and hasty movements were sure to startle him.
Slowly, you had unlatched his belt, unhooking the metal clasp, and retrieving the leather strap from each loop of his pants. Absently tossing the accessory onto the helicopter floor, your attention had migrated towards his zipper, the last remaining obstacle between you and his affection. Pinching the small piece of metal between your fingers, you had pulled at his zipper just enough to expose his stiff bulge. Currently concealed beneath the thin fabric of his underwear, his cock was now protruding from the opening created within the crotch of his pants, a tent of arousal forming between his legs. His dick would occasionally throb in response to each of your unexpected advances, length swelling from below the confines of his boxers, and anticipation causing his erection to repeatedly twitch and pulse.
Yearning to both tease and torment Trevor, attempting to test the boundaries of his own desire, you had allowed your fingers to gently ghost his erection. You wanted to discover just how desperate he truly was for you, if his blatant arousal had caused him to become both sensitive and depraved. Softly brushing your digits across his hard length had earned you a trembling sigh from Trevor's lips, yet another shutter spiraling down the expanse of his spine. You traced the outline of his erection, utilizing just enough pressure to drive him absolutely insane, a subtle form of torment that had caused him to gently thrust his hips towards your grasp, desperate for any sort of additional friction.
Soon enough, as you continued to repeatedly ghost the outline of his arousal, Trevor's breathing had swiftly intensified, each inhale both rapid and shallow. With every, agonizingly satisfying brush of your fingers against his throbbing cock, he would release a soft gasp. Just the simple task of so effortlessly teasing him had caused Trevor to become so blatantly aroused. In all honesty, you wondered if such a basic form of foreplay could make him successfully orgasm. However, that wasn't a theory you were prepare to test just yet.
Finally satisfied by his obvious desperation, hips awkwardly chasing the sensation of your embrace upon every occasion in which your palm would eventually retreat, you had finally removed his aching cock from the confines of his underwear. You pulled the waistband of his boxers just below the route of his dick, enough space to successfully reveal his swollen tip, throbbing shaft, and sensitive balls. Just enough to properly experiment with the obviously overwhelmed man.
With your dainty palm now wrapped rather lazily around the base of his length, Trevor had rewarded you with a subtle whimper; the sensation of your fingers consuming his erection causing a whine of both arousal and anticipation to bubble within the depths of his throat. Such a depraved and desperate sound had caused your chest to inflate with a mixture of both pride and confidence, only encouraging you to further continue. He had obviously enjoyed such an interaction, no matter how introductory it had truly been, and despite the fact that he had still failed to properly express himself with actual words.
As if to execute one final opportunity of rejection, the chance for Trevor to properly protest if he had truly desired, you had glanced towards him. It was entirely possible that he had been allowing you to continue, simply due to the fact that he was much too nervous to properly object. However, as your vision connected and you perceived the expression of utter desperation actively etched across his features (brows furrowed with desire, vision glazed with lust, and lower lip pulled taunt between his teeth), all of your previous confusion had been instantly dismissed: Trevor hadn't been avoiding you simply due to the possibly that he disliked or despised you. No. Instead, he had been rather fond of you, causing him to become both bashful and shy whilst situated within your presence.
Yet, of course, he was unable to participate within proper eye contact for very long before his anxious vision had flickered towards the windshield once more, much too nervous to actually adore you. As soon as he had perceived you glancing towards him in return (just as he had been covertly observing you ever since you had initially advanced upon him), Trevor had immediately averted his irises, a visible flush exploding across his features, as if he had just been caught misbehaving. However, he had still failed to properly protest. So, you had continued.
Rather than diving straight into the action, you had continued teasing him for a few additional moments, gently stroking his length with the usage of a gentle grasp and slow movements, as if you were somehow attempting to prepare him. Each proper caress had earned a soft groan from Trevors lips, his hips occasionally grinding into your palm, desperately searching for any form of additional friction (your gentle teasing obviously wasn't enough to successfully sedate his cravings).
In all honesty, observing the big bad Trevor Philips devolving into a puddle of pure desire and arousal, simply in response to your own affection, was rather thrilling. Each whine was comparable to music to your ears, his desperate features depicting that of a begging puppy, and his rather pathetic attempts to accept your fleeting embrace was absolutely addicting. Trevor was known as a deranged thug to almost everyone else within his life. Yet, as soon as you had graced him with even a moment of your affection, he had been reduced into a helpless little creature, chasing any form of attention you had rewarded him with.
However, as you finally concluded your previous array of torment, soft strokes coming to an end as you began to lean towards his cock, you felt the helicopter falter. With your mouth mere inches away from his flushed tip, the anticipation had been too much for Trevor to properly manage, his attention drifting and his focus upon successfully operating the vehicle briefly wavering. And as soon as he perceived the helicopter swiftly descending towards the surface of the Earth, Trevor had yanked upon the steering wheel, the unexpected jolt causing you to bounce within your seat.
Instantly, your motions had paused, his aching tip threatening to bump against your nose as your shallowing breathing splayed across his exposed shaft. In response to your sudden hesitation, Trevor had released a whimper of dismay from above you.
"Trevor..." You had muttered, piercing vision connecting with his own as you glanced towards him through your thick lashes. Of course, he had executed yet another whine of desperation as soon as your irises had connected, a jolt of arousal exploding through his system, simply in response to such intense eye contact. "Pay attention to flying, 'cause if we crash, I'll kill you."
Your low tone, sultry voice, and firm words had earned an audible squeak from Trevor's lips, paired with a frantic nod of his head. Yet, you certainly weren't ignorant to the manner in which his erection had instantly twitched within your grasp. In all honesty, you wondered if Trevor had enjoyed being bossed around, especially by you.
Your vision had remained connected with his own for a few seconds, as if to silently survey him, before you had finally released a soft hum of approval, satisfied by his blatant form of obedience. Christ, Trevor probably would have came right then and there if you had uttered even one more demand.
With that, your lips had finally wrapped around his swollen tip.
After months of both agonizing waiting and painful yearning, Trevor had released a rather throaty groan. Since the moment in which the two of you had been originally introduced, he had done nothing but fantasize about this exact moment. With his fist practically strangling his length, Trevor had envisioned exactly how you would appeared, imagined what your lips would feel like wrapped around his erection, and day dreamed about exactly how he would react. Yet, now it was actually happening, and Trevor couldn't have been any more thrilled. In all honesty, all of his previous fantasizes couldn't have prepared him for this exact moment; this was better than any simple wet dream or desperate vision.
Although the initial contact with both soft and rather introductory (you had refrained from properly suckling or intensely lapping at his cock), he had begun to tremble from beneath you, struggling to abstain from simply forcing his entire length down your throat with the usage of a singular thrust.
Your original motions were both slow and patient, teasingly swirling your textured tongue around his girthy tip, as if to gauge the extent of his reactions. You had refrained from venturing any further than an inch or so down his length, well aware of the reality that he was much too sensitive to endure such harsh affection just yet. You had alternated between simple sucking and soft kisses, showering his throbbing head with various forms of kitten licks and gentle brushes of your lips.
Once your mouth had properly adjusted to the initial intrusion, and as soon as Trevor's rapid breathing had eventually been reduced into shallowing panting, you had finally allowed your lips to explore more of his length. Inch by agonizing inch, you had consumed his cock, taking your time in order to properly adore and attend to each portion of his dick.
At first, you had focused entirely upon his aching tip, flattering his head with soft kisses and gentle licks. Slowly engulfing the first few initial inches, you had swirled your tongue around his width, massaging his shaft with a variety of suckles. And once you had properly consumed almost the entirety of his length, you had finally allowed your throat to contract around his shaft, each squeeze causing Trevor to release a groan of pleasure. Occasionally, you would remove your mouth entirely, restarting the entire interaction from the very beginning, a motion in which had never failed to earn you a whine of dismay from Trevor's lips.
Eventually, with your nose plush against his lower abdomen, you had properly consumed his entire length, his thick tip now pressed against the back of your throat. With slow movements, you leisurely began to suck him off, each stroke of your mouth both soft and gentle, slowly building to a quicker pace with each caress. After a few moments of brief teasing, you had finally provided Trevor with what he had truly desired: You allowed your pace to increase as your head repeatedly bobbed up and down the length of his shaft.
You explored his member with your tongue, perceiving each ridge and every vein within the confines of your mouth. You memorized his taste, the twang of salty sweat and a hint of sweet musk infiltrating your senses. You noted each movement and every motion in which had rewarded you with a sign of pleasure from Trevor, whether that be the manner in which his cock would twitch whenever you had grasped at the base of his erection for support, or the soft grunt that would escape from his lips as soon as his throbbing tip had successfully collided with the back of your throat.
Other than the continuous array of moans, groans, and whimpers tumbling from his lips, Trevor had remained almost completely silent. He had failed to properly express himself through any form of words or dirty talk. In all honesty, you assumed he would be the rather talkative type during intimacy, unable to refrain from some sort of sexual comment whilst he received your affection. Yet, as you continued to suck his cock, Trevor had only rewarded you with repetitive moans or continuous groans.
In fact, you were only aware of his rapidly advancing conclusion once his whimpers had began to increase within pitch, vocalizations that threatened the edge of whining as your affection remained unfaltering. Only then did he speak.
"Fuck- shit- Im gonna-gonna cum, (Y/N)." Trevor whined, obviously no longer able to control his movements as he started to execute shallow thrusts into the depths of your throat, and you had allowed him such a privilege. Something about the pitch of desperation actively laced within his voice as he begged for relief, had caused your core to throb with desire. He just sounded so absolutely destroyed.
You displayed no signs of stopping, motions completely unfaltering as you guided him even closer towards the edge. And as soon as it became obvious that you truly did not intend to detach yourself, silently offering for him to finish within your mouth, had caused Trevor to release a rather strangled moan.
"Fuck, (Y/N)!" He exclaimed, hips now pushed flush against your mouth, his large palms compressed against the back of your skull, holding you within position as he came "I love you, I love you, I fucking love you!"
His cock twitched between your lips as he released rope after rope of his own semen into the confines of your mouth, his arousal painting the walls of your throat. His dick repeatedly twitched and throbbed with each pulse of pleasure, a high pitched whine escaping his lips as his own orgasm washed over him.
You had eagerly guided him through each wave of pleasure, swirling your tongue around his throbbing tip until he had started to choke upon his own whimpers. Once you had successfully consumed each provided ounce of his arousal, throat constricting with each swallow, you had finally removed your mouth, the last stroke causing Trevor to release a groan of overstimulation.
Within a rather lewd fashion, you had wiped your soaked lips with the back of your palm, erasing the accumulation of both saliva and cum that was currently glazing your mouth. With gentle hands, you had carefully returned his rapidly deflating cock to the confines of pants, allowing Trevor to adjust the zipper as you returned to your respected seat.
Trevor appeared absolutely destroyed from beside you, a thin layer of sweat glazing his flesh, a crimson blush staining his skin, and thin hair both messy and disheveled. His chest was repeatedly rising with each desperate inhale of air he consumed, avidly attempting to regain his breath as his heart rate slowly decreased. His vision was drowsy, eyelids drooping as he threatened to drift to sleep right then and there. In all honesty, you briefly wondered if properly blowing him which he was operating a helicopter had been the best idea.
"Now will you fucking talk to me?" You had finally inquired after a few moments of silence.
His features only further warmed beneath your current scrutiny, now aware of the reality that you had been actively observing him. Trevor wearily glanced towards you, vision instantly flickering towards the expanse of the atmosphere before him as soon as he perceived the fact that you were actively staring at him as well. Although he had literally just came in your mouth, it was as if Trevor was unable to bare any form of proper eye contact shared between you and himself.
"Y-Yes." He had finally whispered, voice both quiet and horse, as if he was much too nervous to speak any louder than a dull murmur.
And for the first time within months, he had actually spoken to you. Trevor had actually said something to you, other than a rather astonished love confession.
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