BELONGING
Summary: You had a void in your heart. A void only a mother could experience. Without the ability to have a baby, he wanted to please you in other ways. Showing his appreciation and how he can replace your misery.
TW: Smut
Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips
Word count: 1424
You were wearing a fine, black silked nightdress with breasts at liberty of moving from under the smooth fabrics – visible but comfortable and loose to your preference. It was usually a normal outfit to wear before bed. If not normal; then innocently spontaneous. It was a hot evening! Your body invited the breeze of his trailer, hence the purpose of your silky nightdress that brought his attention from the television set.
Background noise faintly swallowed as his interest peeked. Trevor lowered his can of beer and watched your chest area with attentiveness. Your breasts squirmed, nipples erected and visible through the luxurious fabrics. He couldn’t centre his attention away.
That said, his mouth watered obscurely. Trevor recalled the sensation of your nipple sitting on his boyish tongue, sucking, clamming up as much he could devour from you. Though you were so innocent with your nightdress – fixing up the dishes, your arms outstretched and face peaceful with the tranquillity of his quiet trailer – which was never usually the case.
But, oh… How you teased him.
His oral fixation ached for your maternal love and so he jumped off the wooden table with an eager inquiry. His feet bounced and he stood behind you, his height towering over your powerful place. You were always an idol in his eyes – throughout the thick and the thin of his tendencies.
Trevor didn’t have to speak. You felt his creaky presence and gazed over your shoulder, recognising that same look he’d give you whenever you offered yourself to him; his brown eyes sparkling and lips quivering with saliva. The physical depth to his needs becoming strangely consistent that you worked as a newly mother supplying attention and love to her baby.
It was a thought you both shared after the relationship aged by months and months. But it never came as he was unable to provide you with a baby. It sparked a void in your dreams – yet it was quickly filled by the alternative:
“Again?” His rough voice hushed.
You replied with no words. The dress dropped from your shoulder, further exposing your freed chest.
Slipping against the counter – he worked.
Trevor knelt down and praised your chest with his mouth; feasting at your nipple as he felt the wash of your milk breeze into his mouth, contaminating his ultimate desire and lust of your bodily furnishings.
“That’s right…” You found your voice. Your affectionate fingers travelled through his thinning hair. It was a comforting gesture that made him whimper against your breast, his eyelids opening and revealing the sepia colour. He always enjoyed your praises – it made him feel good about his worth and his value to you. After all, you were the only thing he had. And he cherished it more than his life.
The dress fell to the kitchen floor and you were left bare.
“Ma…” His words muffled as he continuously sucked your sore nipple, “Mama…”
“You couldn’t wait?” You had asked, shivering at the labour of his tongue.
Although you sounded unconcerned; it was more teasing.
He found himself grabbing your hips pathetically as his legs struggled to hold his weight anymore. But he wanted to keep on sucking. It was a shameless habit he lives by – like a law he’d plague with loyalty.
Your breast slipped out of his mouth and he looked up like a leash-less puppy. Milk drizzled down his chin, and with a small breath, his brows furrowed. “I shouldn’t have to wait.”
“Oh?”
He straightened his posture and pressed his forehead against yours. His breath smelt sour and hot. It flushed your cheeks.
“It’s been ages.” Trevor tried to explain his dying thirst, but he was still a lost dog in a road full of headlights. He never admits his deepest desire to use you like a nurturing caregiver. A shared bond he’s frightened to share with anyone else; a maternal hand whose love is portrayed in ways more than romance.
“It’s been three days.” You grinned with amusement. Followed by the frantic state of his mouth returning to your nipple again. He kneeled, infused in the love he was providing you. His hands returned to your hips and he sucked and sucked and sucked – leaving you a grunting mess against the kitchen counter.
In response to your observations; not a care was given. Three days, four days, yesterday… Trevor’s abuse of sensation riddles his concept of time, resulting in desperate loves of your breasts from day to day as he simply was infatuated.
Later that day your dress was completely disregarded. It remained on the kitchen floor while you were moved.
Lying underneath him, his hard cock beastly attacks your pussy, your tit still hanging from his mouth.
It didn’t take long to find this position.
Trevor’s hips were rushing to thrust into yours with everything in his will. You were clinging to his shoulders, your fine nails slowly grazing his shoulder blades; red lines trailing down his muscular frame as he kept on fucking you.
“Argh – “ Your breast suppressed all his noise. You could feel him moan though. Like a whiney cat. It was constant and high-pitched. His voice would break and wobble each time you physically connected. And each time made you gasp out a pleasant moan as well.
“Fuck, Trevor…” You exhaled and praised.
He changed breasts, moving to your right. His tongue wasted no time and devoured the nipple. His eyes fell onto you, seeing you beam, making him shudder. He let go of your chest and finally had liberty to speak.
“I’m making you feel so good, mommy.” Murmured Trevor.
“Mm… So good…” Your hands stayed glued to his back.
“I’m not gonna last.”
“It’s okay, baby.” He immediately felt reassured when you relaxed his nerves. Not like he was ashamed of how long he lasts – which is not that long – he was more concerned about you. He wanted to please you. Trevor was at heaven whenever you’d praise him for fucking you rough. He liked your noises, smile, moans, scratches, breasts.
“I – I’m gonna cum inside… You.” He finally stated, his eyes peeling to his cock and your pussy.
With the warning, you nodded and stretched out. He pulled back in, guiding his erection with a free hand as it’ll slip out with the grease of your wetness. Both of you moaned together, finding each other at a pitch and continuing to concentrate on the climax approaching.
“Fuck…” Trevor thrusted again. “I fuckin’ love you. I could fuck you all day, mommy… All day. I was made to fuck you.”
His dirty talk churned your stomach in the most enlightening way.
You could only gasp in response and felt him twitch uncontrollably. So with a steady finger, you caressed his bottom lip, ignoring the drool and drops of saliva. You carried on caressing his bottom lip – even when he took your finger into his mouth and began to suck. He needed some oral fixation. He would’ve attacked your breasts again but he needed to concentrate.
Your fingers ached and was trampled by his teeth.
You didn’t care though. It uplifted your spirits.
Trevor thrusted one last time before shooting a load inside. He fell forward and moaned into your chest. His moan sounded painful but you knew it was out of relief.
“Fuckin’ fuck!” He protested, his hips jerking backwards and hands profusely sweating.
His cum stayed inside and it felt right. You couldn’t help but seize the opportunity and rub your clit as he recovered against your breasts. The sounds of his panting was enough to get yourself off to.
Already so sensitive, you rubbed your clit until cum drippled out of your cunt and wedging around his cock. Trevor’s penis throbbed at the sensation of your wetness, causing him to breathe directly into your neck. “I wanna stay inside you.”
“Please.” You agreed and grabbed his hips, ensuring he stayed.
Trevor waited a few silent minutes then leaned up to face you. His hair was damp and face red with veins standing in his neck. He was vulnerable and fell back into your neck before licking and nibbling the skin.
“Keep going.” He heard your commands and unconsciously followed them, trailing up your jaw and finding your lips. A kiss occurred; a sweet one to reminisce the reason you love being together.
And the next morning you didn’t bother picking up that nightdress. The sight of it shrivelled up on the floor made you smile. So it remained there – just where it belongs.
Just how he likes it.
