hiii ok so trevor w/ a girl whos just his complete opposite. like is kind, gentle, just everything trevor is NOT and is basically universally liked by everyone loll
Opposites Attract
(Trevor Philips x Sunshine! Reader)
The first time Trevor Philips meets you, you’re the only person who doesn’t flinch when he kicks the kitchen door open at 3 a.m., blood and other fluids on his shirt, screaming at the staff for “watering down the piss-flavoured coffee.” He points a finger around the room, determined to find the “cocksucker” who dare ruin his morning.
Everyone else in the kitchen scatters or freezes, avoiding his gaze. You, unfazed from long nights and in Sandy Shores, look up from your station where you’re folding napkins and frown at him. “That looks like it hurts.”
He stops, ready to ask what the fuck you mean by that, until he realises you’re talking about his knuckles— red raw from where he’s abused them on somebody else, or a brick wall, or the nearest surface he could find in his most recent rage. He hadn’t noticed they stung until you pointed it out.
Your eyes, big, kind, and unafraid, confuse him: you look like you belong in a library or a bakery, not this grease-stained hellhole at the ass-end of Blaine County.
And so, he stares: long enough that the waiter who made the offending coffee starts edging toward the back door, hoping to escape without being noticed. “You’re not off the hook, cocksucker,” Trevor growls the second his eyes spot the motion, a predator who misses nothing. The waiter is halfway down the road by the time your eyes lift to see the kitchen now empty.
Trevor turns back to you, voice lower than usual. “You’re an odd little thing, aren’t you?”
You smile down at your hands as you resume your deft work. “I don’t think so.”
He sits down across from you, facing the wrong way round; the cracked pleather squeaks under his weight. He’s still bleeding from his knuckles, which now grip the back of the chair’s flimsy metallic frame. You don’t comment again, but you do push a napkin toward him. He takes it, eyes never leaving your face, and wipes the blood off. He throws the rag over his shoulder when he’s done.
That’s how it starts, anyway.
Soon, he learns that you are everything he isn’t. Gentle where he’s brutal; quiet where he’s loud; kind where he’s cruel. You say “please” and “thank you” to waitresses and you tip extra. You smile at people who don’t deserve it.
Everyone likes you. Truckers call you “sweetheart” without being sleazy; local junkies nod when you walk home late; even the LSPD (on their rare trips up to Sandy Shores, the armpit of Los Santos) soften when you say good morning. You’re the kind of person who makes small-towners remember why they stayed there.
Trevor doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t understand how someone can be so soft and still survive; he doesn’t understand why you don’t scream back when he yells, why you don’t run when he comes home covered in blood, why you still kiss him goodnight even after he’s spent the evening terrorising bikers.
Still, he’s addicted to it.
He starts showing up at the diner every night that you work, sat in your section. He orders a coffee he doesn’t drink and watches you move between tables— gracefully, never raising your voice even when some drunk asshole gets loud and Trevor wants to pummel them to death. When the inevitable happens and a fight breaks out between the drunks, T’s on his feet in a heartbeat, but you always get there first, diffusing it with a few soft words. Trevor sits back down, stunned.
“How the fuck do you do that?” he asks later, when you’re in his truck on the way home, something he insisted on doing for you when he found out you walked home every night or caught the bus — “a sex-trafficker’s dream,” he called it.
“Do what,” you ask.
“Make people… do what you want without pulling their teeth out.”
You laugh, somewhat confused. “I just talk to them like they’re human, I guess?” He stares at you for so long the truck almost drifts off the road.
“Christ, Trevor, eyes on the road!”
The first time he says “I love you,” it’s not romantic. It’s after a bad night. He came home wired, screaming, throwing things when he found out he’d been betrayed by an old colleague. You didn’t yell back: you sat on the sofa and waited for him to work through it.
When he finally ran out of steam— panting and shaking— he dropped to his knees in front of you on like he’d been shot, and dropped his head into your lap.
You reached out to touch his face; he flinched like he expected a slap. Of course, you pulled him into your arms. He buried his face in your thighs, arms wrapping around your waist, and broke. “I love you,” he choked out, voice hoarse, almost angry. “I love you so fucking much and I don’t know how to do this right. I’m gonna ruin you. I’m gonna drag you down with me. But I can’t—I can’t stop!”
“I’m already ruined for you. I’m not going anywhere,” you whispere. “I love you, Trevor. You’re a good man, even if you’re a wounded man.”
He cried hard, then— ugly, raw sobs that shook his whole body. You stayed wrapped up like that until dawn.
After that, he tries. He still yells, steals, gets into fights. But he really tries to be more like you. He stops the hard drugs; starts washing his hands before he touches you; starts asking— awkwardly, at first —if you want to go for drives or with him to see Franklin or Michael, instead of him disappearing for days on his own and leaving you worried. If he heads out before you, he leaves little notes on the fridge in his jagged handwriting: “Coffee’s brewed. Don’t work too hard. Love you.” “Stole you a candy bar. It’s my favourite kind but it’s yours.”
He still calls you “baby” and “sweetheart,” but he adds “my angel” when he’s feeling soft. He still wraps himself around you at night like he’s afraid you’ll vanish, but now he whispers “thank you” against your skin after you fall asleep, instead of threatening to burn the county down if you leave (he still would, but he’s realised it’s better to keep that thought inside).
Can I get a fic where the reader "helps" Trevor when he has a broken arm 😋 iykwim
Help You
Pairing: Trevor Philips x female reader
Era: I did not have a specific era within mind whilst writing this
Summary: Trevor is your boss, and when you're visiting his trailer one day, you discover that he has broken his dominant arm. He is behaving much more angry and irritable than normal, and once he confesses that his temper is the result of his pent up sexual frustration, you offer to help him
Warnings: Alcohol, age gap, swearing, yelling, kissing, fondling, dirty talk, hand job (male receiving), nudity, suggestive statements, and mentions of: Violence, criminal activity, drinking, edging, and masterbation
Word Count: 4,518
You were a skilled burglar, especially when it regarded successfully breaking into expensive stores or rich peoples homes without becoming detected. You were quick, tiny, and nimble, often becoming indistinct to any sort of cameras or guards. You had discovered that it was rather simple to successfully conceal yourself within small spaces or dark corners of any room, which had assisted you within the responsibility of remaining concealed. Simply put, you were a master hider, and you would effortlessly win any sort of game of hide and seek. And this reality often assisted you within the task of stealing and looting rather expensive and important items.
You had not exactly participated within any sort of serious or rather important jobs before becoming introduced to Trevor. You had acquired most of your money by stealing expensive items from various locations, or even completing small theft tasks for others who were willing to pay you. However, Trevor swiftly perceived your rather useful skills and immediately invited you into his group of other criminals. The older male enjoyed providing you with the task of sneaking into specific businesses or homes in order to creep around the building and collect whatever item he had requested.
One morning, you had received a random call from Ron, informing you of the fact that Trevor had selected a mission for you to complete, and that you were required to visit the other man that day to be educated of any further details. With an annoyed sigh, you had agreed. Even though you had scheduled other plans that day, you could never seem to deny any sort of offer that would earn you money. Furthermore, you had originally planned upon completing your stop by Trevors home as fast as you could possibly manage, in order to still participate within your prior responsibilities. However, things didn't play out exactly how you had expected.
Trevor had always been an irritated and frustrated individual, quick to anger and violence as a result of his anger issues. You had observed the older male beat people, torture others, and even kill random individuals as a result of his rage. Trevor had always been rather exhausting and extremely stressful to be around, but he was behaving much differently that day. Almost ten times worse than normal, which you didn't think was even possible.
When you had arrived within Trevors trailer, you quickly discovered the male leaning over the counter whilst he focused upon something out of your sight. When you had entered the doorway, the older male greeted you with a hum of acknowledgment before promptly turning around to successfully face you.
"Hey, doll." The older male addressed; a rather abnormal and unusual feature swiftly captured your attention "Just the girl I wanted to see."
When the man had successfully shifted to face you, a very distinct and irregular characteristic swiftly caught your captivation: A cast. The older males dominant arm was firmly wrapped, and a sling was positioned across his shoulder in order to properly support his injured limb. The last time you had interacted with Trevor, he was not supporting such an accessory, and even though he often participated within multiple rather dangerous and risky tasks, he had always seemed to reappear unscathed. So the cast was extremely surprising.
Obviously, the older male must have broken his arm somehow, most likely during some sort of mission or heist, but you weren't exactly aware of the reason. Trevor was an odd character, and somehow, observing him within a cast appeared to go against everything he seemed to stand for. It was as if you were currently viewing a dog without its collar; it felt completely unnatural.
During Trevor's pervious movements, you observed as his cast collided with a half empty beer bottle. Before you were able to successfully react within any sort of beneficial manner, the glass was sent tumbling off the counter before it eventually clattered against the floor, promptly spilling beer from the nozzle. The beer bottle crashed against the ground and had swiftly began to overflow with alcohol. However, it had failed to shatter.
Well, thats until the older male ultimately reacted.
"What. The. Fuck!" Trevor exclaimed as he glared down towards the disregarded bottle "This stupid fucking thing!"
Trevor was now obnoxiously screaming as he stormed towards the abandoned glass, each of his strides causing the trailer to vibrate beneath his weight, until he arrived before the mess. When he further bent down to retrieve the bottle, you observed whilst he struggled to properly grasp upon the item with his other hand. The entire scene was rather amusing, but you were aware of Trevors short temper, so you remained silent. It was as if you were currently observing a scene of Charles Chaplin repeatedly kicking his hat before he could successfully retrieve it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" The older male hollered once he had finally collected the bottle within his palm.
You flinched whilst you swiftly became stunned, silently observing as the man quickly stood before promptly chucking the glass against the far wall of the trailer. Upon impact, the bottle exploded against the wall, expelling shards of glass throughout the entire room. It felt as though you were currently observing a toddler throw a tantrum over a denied toy as Trevor repeatedly swore whilst he stomped around his home.
Sure, Trevor was a man who was known for being quick to anger, often instantly yelling and becoming violent as a result of even the slightest offensive statement. Usually, you could argue that his rage was somewhat justifiable, even if it was rather outrageous. You could claim that an individual who obviously disrespected Trevor deserved some sort of consequence as a result of their rude actions. But this situation was entirely stupid, you had never viewed the man behave so irrationally before. His melt down was completely undefendable.
"Jesus, Trevor," you mumbled once the older male had resorted to simply pacing back and forth before you, quietly muttering to himself "what has gotten into you?"
For a moment, you contemplated the reality that maybe you shouldn't have inquired upon such a sensitive topic, especially when Trevor had already began throwing items across the room. But when the older male swiftly turned back towards you, promptly spinning upon his heels until he was faced within your direct, you discovered that his current expression was not one of frustration or rage, as you had expected. Rather, the older male appeared tired, exhausted, and completely worn whilst he gazed towards you with an extreme countenance of both desperation and fatigue.
"This fucking thing! Thats whats gotten into me!" Trevor exclaimed as he harshly pointed towards his cast with his other hand, his fingers slight wavering and his movements trembling, as if he had never completed such a task with his left palm before "Of course I had to break my right arm. Now I can't write, I can barely eat my food, and I can't even fucking blow my load! Jesus Christ, do you know what it's like for a sex addict to not cum in weeks? It's torture, (Y/N), fucking torture!"
The older male was often blatantly honest and usually exclaimed rather private and personal information without any sign of shame, but it never failed to stun you. As Trevor practically unleashed all of his frustrations and issues onto you, you perceived the sensation of warmth quickly spreading across your face. The fact that a man had just confessed that his anger was the result of his sexual frustration was somewhat embarrassing, yet extremely arousing. You began to shift awkwardly within your position, the crimson hue currently glazing your futures only increasing whilst you quietly listened to Trevors numerous complaints.
Once the older male had finally concluded his yelling session, he exhaled a rough sigh of frustration before storming over towards the couch and ultimately flopping down onto it within defeat.
Maybe you simply felt bad for the older male, or it was possibly due to the fact that he was basically your boss, and you were always desperate to please him. Or, it was a reality that was much more embarrassing: That this was something you would have eventually offered whether he had revealed his current struggles or not.
"I could uhm," you began to speak before allowing yourself to successfully think rationally, becoming hesitant as Trevors frantic eyes connected with your own within anticipation "I could like, ya know... Help you, or something."
You observed as the older male raised a brow, confused regarding your previous suggestion. Something about the way he couldn't exactly understand what you had just implied, the manner in which he would most likely force you to further explain yourself, caused your burning blush to further intensify.
"Help me? Like how? Like jerk me off? Cause I can manage everything else just fine." Trevor exclaimed rather foolishly, mostly joking, due to the fact that he was under the assumption that you were referencing something similar to cooking or cleaning when you offered your assistance.
However, his eyes suddenly widened as he observed your rather shy and bashful reaction. You did not attempt to oppose the older males rather perverted suggestion. Instead, you simply averted your trembling vision towards the ground whilst you continued to blush and anxiously fiddle with the sleeve of your top.
"Oh shit-" Trevor suddenly exhaled once he had perceived your rather revealing reaction "You were being serious?"
Your vision momentarily flickered back towards his own as you bashfully nodded, bitting your lip as a result of your overwhelming anxiety within that moment. You were terrified of the possibility that the older male might possibly reject you, that he would shame and embarrass you as a reaction to your rather perverted and sexual suggestion. However, when your vision quickly teleported back towards the floor below you, you heard the older male chuckle with amusement, his voice raspy and deep, whilst he patted the open couch cushion located beside him.
"Doll, Ive been waiting for this moment for longer than you could even imagine." The older male grumbled, the sound of his smirk extremely prevalent within his tone.
Following Trevors rather obvious sign of agreement, you sheepishly traipsed over towards the sofa he was currently located upon. You carefully positioned yourself with the open spot beside the older male, the same place he had previously patted with his own palm, inviting you to accompany him. You couldn't seem to force yourself to successfully make eye contact with the older male, your vision constantly flickering between his cast, clothed chest, and even the inflating bulge currently straining against the fabric of his pants.
When your adventurous fingers had quickly situated themselves upon his lower abdomen, attempting to get straight to the point, Trevor appeared to momentarily halt your rather hasty movements. The older male leaned down and connected your lips against his own. His left arm was draped over the back end of the couch, and you were pretty confident that if his right arm hadn't been broken, it would have been secured around your waist.
His kiss was tender and rather gentle, which was extremely surprising, due to the fact that you had assumed that Trevor would be the rather desperate and harsh type. His lips were surprisingly soft against your own, the sensation of his stubble rubbing against your features felt similar to sand paper. You could taste the alcohol and cigarettes upon his breath, a rather intoxicating mixture that earned a strangled whimper from your throat. You couldn't help but slightly melt into the embrace, your eye lids fluttering shut and your body relaxing against his own.
"Come on, doll, ya need to kiss me. Get me all worked up first. A little foreplay, ya know?" The older male grumbled against your lips.
You exhaled a trembling hum of agreement, both anxiety and fear overwhelming you as you continued to kiss the older male. You were nervous, extremely scared that you would some how mess up or embarrass yourself. You weren't the most confident within the bedroom, and that often caused you to become awkward and clumsy. Yet, you didn't perceive Trevor as the type to really mind, as long as he was both gaining and providing pleasure, he probably wouldn't care how uncoordinated you appeared.
As the two of you continued to tenderly make out, your fingers continued the task of venturing towards his belt. Your digits danced down his lower abdomen and eventually greeted the texture of his metal belt buckle. Your close proximity earned a rather unsuspected whimper from Trevors lips, a vocalization that you quickly swallowed, like you were greedy and starving for his pleasure.
As your fingers fiddled with the metal belt buckle, you felt the edge of your palm graze Trevors concealed erection. His bulge was hot and hard beneath your grasp, causing you to wonder exactly why he had requested any sort of slow pace within the first place. He was certainly hard enough.
Once you had successfully removed his belt, you focused upon unbuttoning his jeans. It proved to be rather hard to properly undo someone else pants when you couldn't really see your own movements. However, you eventually succeeded before quickly yanking at his zipper.
When your hand caressed his aching boner once more, the older male erupted with yet another whine against your lips. Additionally, as your palm lightly connected with his member, Trevors hips momentarily stuttered upwards, his crotch begging for some attention.
Once you had successfully unzipped his pants, the older male kicked his jeans down to his ankles, so his bottoms were pooling around his feet. When your fingers returned to the hem of his underwear, Trevor suddenly stopped you, his free hand latching around your wrist as he carefully pulled his lips away from your own. Due to the fact that his hips were repeatedly grinding against the couch within small circles, you were a bit confused as to why exactly the older male had suddenly stopped you once more.
"Look, in all honesty, I ain't gonna be lasting long. Fuck, my balls are filled with almost a months worth of cum. Jesus, Ive never gone this long without blowing my load." Trevor explained, his pupils lust blown as he released a raspy chuckle "Just for fair warning, sweetheart, this is gonna be a fucking mess."
The manner in which Trevor had just revealed such a rather intimate and personal confession, without any slight hint of shame, was somehow even more intriguing. Most men would be embarrassed to admit that they wouldn't be able to last very long, but Trevor appeared almost confident within his claim. And something about that reality made you even more desperate to make him finish.
You bit down upon your lip, your eye contact unfaltering, whilst the male cautiously released his grasp upon your wrist. Your fingers slowly began to return to the hem of his boxers, digits trembling as you started to remove his underwear as well. Your shared eye contact remained steady as you finally released his cock, hearing the sound of it slapping against his lower stomach as it springed from the confines of his boxers.
You desired nothing more than to peer down towards the member in between his legs, to have his dick finally revealed to your vision. The way your pupils began to tremble as you battled against the urge to glance downwards, must have completely revealed this reality to the male before you.
"You can look, doll. He ain't gonna bite, my boys friendly. And he loves to be pet." Trevor mumbled, a rather amusing statement to perceive within such an intimate and rather tense moment.
As if this was the most awkward encounter you had ever shared, your vision began to shakily venture towards his lap. When your eyes finally connected with the sight of his enraged boner, you had to bite back a moan.
His cock was almost rock solid and glazed beneath a crimson hue as it pulsated against his stomach. His tip was scarlet red and irritated, displaying the fact that if he grew harder, he'd explode. The view of his rather desperate and yearning cock, pre cum beading from the tip, made you secretly contemplate the notion of further teasing and tormenting the older male. To softly caress his length and further edge him, to make him battle against the orgasm he had been yearning for for weeks.
Yet, you ultimately decided against it, believing that it was much too cruel of an action to execute on a man you were just now becoming intimate with. Such a strive would have to wait until a later occasion.
When your trembling hands finally encountered his depraved cock, fingers wrapping around his shaft as your palm engulfed his member, Trevor rewarded you with a guttural moan. His vocalization was extremely primal and almost caveman-ish. For a moment, you wondered if just the simple pleasure of your hand encountering his dick would cause the older male to cum right then and there.
"Fuuuuck yes, baby." Trevor growled, his tone smooth and sensual as he practically purred into your ear.
A timid smirk began to inch its way across your features as a result of the older males praise and satisfaction, a result of even the slightest interaction between you and his depraved cock. With a little bit of extra confidence, you began to stroke his member, beginning with a slow pace in order to ease Trevor into a sensation he had become rather unfamiliar with over the last couple weeks.
His dick was extremely firm and the skin was smooth, the excessive amount of pre cum lubricating his length was assisting you within the task of successfully caressing him. His flesh was practically burning beneath your touch, his cock a vermillion hue and extremely worm, a result of the lack of attention it had received for almost a month at that point. It felt as though his blood was practically boiling beneath his skin.
Once you had properly presented Trevor with enough time to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation, along with the reality that the older male was becoming slightly impatient and beginning to thrust upwards into your grasp, you increased the pace. Your slow and loose movements swiftly evolved into rather rapid and progressively tight. It appeared as though Trevor was not exactly focusing upon the entire interaction, he was more so completely captivated by the promise of his long awaited orgasm. Basically, the older male was not concentrating upon the journey, but rather the final destination.
"Just like that, doll. F-Fuck, you're a perfect little thing." The older male panted whilst you began to stroke his desperate cock with much more enthusiasm "You know j-just how to drive a man cr-crazy."
His consistent dirty talk and the rather sexual and extremely arousing sounds that continuously erupted from the depths of his throat only provided you with much more motivation and confidence. Aware of the fact that you were properly pleasuring his member, and not completely embarrassing yourself as you had predicted, only presented you with both the inspiration along with faith to continue on. Your grasp left the shaft of his cock and began to focus upon his tip, repeatedly twisting your wrist whilst you stroked his head utilizing short and quick motions.
You sudden change within both pace and position earned a strangled yelp from the older male, the new attention his sensitive tip was granted with appeared to be almost too much for him to handle. Trevor seemed no longer able to control himself as he completely disregarded any previous authority he had possessed over his body as the older male began to rather vigorously thrust up into your grasp.
"Oh! Oh shit, doll. Fuck, k-keep that up and you'll have me coming in no time." He exclaimed, his voice much more high pitched than usual.
The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin began to echo throughout the room as your hand repeatedly caressed Trevors cock. Even following the older males previous statement, your pleasurable motions did not falter. You continued to practically strangle his member, stroking and overstimulating his sensitive tip as Trevor continued to groan and whimper, becoming increasingly vulnerable.
The older males previous statement had been exclaimed as some sort of warning, informing you that he was most likely going to finish much quicker than what was preferable. However, you seemed to receive his claim within the exact opposite manner, as if it was some sort of goal or expectation to meet, to flawlessly caress his dick in order to make him reach his conclusion as soon as possible.
Trevor appeared to fight this notion for a few seconds, his hips faltering away from your grasp in an attempt to further prolong the rather pleasurable and satisfying interaction. However, as your grasp remained practically glued to his tip, the older males rather greedy desire to finally finish, after weeks of waiting, appeared to overpower any of his other thoughts. Trevor allowed himself to continue thrusting upwards into your grasp, as if he was practically fighting for the ability to finally finish.
"Oh fuck! Fuck, sugar, fuck!" The older male groaned, so loud that you were almost positive the entire town of Sandy Shores could perceive Trevors current pleasure within that moment "Im gonna c-cum, sweetheart, Im gonna fucking cum!"
And with one finally thrust of his hips, successfully burying his cock further into your grasp, Trevor had promptly came. His thighs were quivering and he was continuously panting whilst rope after rope of semen successfully erupted from his dick. The older males eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth was left agape, and every visible inch of his flesh was successfully covered beneath a thick layer of gleaming sweat. As he finally reached his conclusion, Trevor continuously vocalized his extreme pleasure through moans, curses, and rather intimate dirty talk.
"Fuuuck, (Y/N). Fuck doll, I love you. I fucking love you!" Trevor whined, speaking so quickly you were almost unable to perceive exactly what he had stated "Im coming baby, just for you, doll. All of this is just for you."
You had never observed so much cum exit an individuals system, you weren't sure how it had all been contained within him previously. The older male continued to ejaculate for what felt like hours, but it was most likely only a minute or so. Which was still rather impressive.
His semen was a thick and pasty texture as it squirted upon your palm. Furthermore, it was a consistent pearl hue, so thick and extremely opaque to the point where you couldn't even see through it. It appeared as though someone had just spilt an entire cup of milk all across Trevors chest. His cock repeatedly pulsated and throbbed within your grasp, each twitch expelling anther rope of cum flying upon his chest.
Trevor continued to pant and whimper throughout his entire conclusion, subtly quivering as your rather persistent stroking began to decrease. Once you had finally completely halted your motions, the older male was reduced to a complete mess. His eyelids were heavy and his irises were glazed beneath an exhausted expression. Sweat was repeatedly dripping down his forehead whilst he continued to pant and whine. Furthermore, his body appeared to be continuously trembling and quivering, as if his system had completely collapsed as the result of such an intense orgasm.
Unsure of how else to continue, you awkwardly sat beside the older male, silently observing whilst his cock slowly softened and his own cum quickly soaked and absorbed within his stained top. When your vision connected with Trevors face, you were slightly surprised to discover that the older male was already hypnotized by your own features. However, his rather sorrowful and somewhat painful expression swiftly frightened you, causing you to worry that you had somehow messed up.
"Trev? Are you okay? Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?" You quickly inquired, your statement tumbling so swiftly from your lips that it appeared to morph together into one big word.
You observed as a rather smug and sly smirk began to etch itself across Trevors lips, his eyes remaining completely exhausted and somewhat dazed. His now contradicting expression completely confused you as your brows began to subtly furrow.
"Oh hun," Trevor mumbled, his tone quiet as he spoke rather tranquilly, as if his entire being had been forced into slow motion "that was the exact opposite of "wrong". That was totally fucking right. Ive never been jerked off so well in my life. It's like you majored in hand jobs or something."
You giggled as a result of the older males compliment, subtly blushing as you shook your head in amusement. Although his moans and whimpers had been proof enough, actually hearing Trevor claim that the work of your hands was extremely pleasurable was an extreme relief. Yet, he wasn't quite finished. Although you hadn't done anything wrong, there was something that had been plaguing his thoughts.
"I just..." The older male hesitated, as if he had quickly become nervous and awkward before you, a reality that rarely occurred, due to the fact that Trevor often remained self assured and arrogant "I just wish I could return the favor, doll. I hate not being able to please my women. I feel like a chump."
You understood Trevors perspective and rewarded him with a subtle smile of acknowledgement. However, in all reality, the entire interaction was much more than enough for you. You were a shy women and taking things much too quickly often frightened you. So, the older males cast had successfully provided you with the perfect pace you had desired, along with a rather satisfying memory to replay during the private moments you spent alone within your bed. For some reason, behaving as if you were the older males sex toy without receiving your own pleasure was some how extremely gratifying along with satisfying. You almost enjoyed being somewhat of a slave for older men to both use and abuse.
Furthermore, you were completely aware of the fact that Trevor wasn't simply rejecting your own pleasure as a result of his personal feelings and preferences. It wasn't as if the older male was simply a self centered asshole when it came to sexual interactions, an individual who only aimed for his own pleasure and completely disregarded his partners care. In reality, Trevor yearned for nothing more than to please and satisfy you, he enjoyed the rather arousing sounds of a women coming around his fingers. He was just unable to properly reward you with any sort of satisfaction within that moment, as a result of his dominate arm being currently broken.
"Oh Trev, you will repay me. Not now, but soon." You purred against his ear, suddenly behaving much more confident and sly than you typically had.
The rather suggestive statement caused Trevor to yearn for yet another round as his exposed cock began to stiffen between his legs once more.
Please write Trevor coming to visit his baby mama to see his kid and then ends up fucking her and making another baby
Somewhat Present
Smut
YEAH ANON UR BACK!! I WAS WAITING FOR YOUU!! HERE YOU GO BELOVED YEAAAHHH!!!
Trevor stood at the door, ansty as he heard Becca's voice squeal with delight. The small footsteps rushed to the front door and the door swung open quickly. "Hi! Hihi!!" The young girl grinned, holding her arms up towards Trevor.
He sighed with a small smile and picked Becca up, holding the little one against his hip. "Hey sugar. Ooh getting big aren't cha?"
Becca ignored that statement and wrapped her arms around Trevor's neck, hugging him close. "You came at bedtime." She huffed, slightly frustrated her dad came to visit at 9pm. More or less 9pm anyway. He just chuckled lightly and carried his daughter to her small room. It was all blues and purples, homemade dolls strewn over the floor. Just as messy as her dad's trailer. But, at least it was in an actual house where she could get an education.
"oh I know I did sugar bear, but your pops is a very very busy man..."
"big time busy CEO!" She grinned.
"exactly. Now c'mon, I'll make you some breakfast in the morning. Gonna go talk to your momma." He placed Becca down and she immediately got into bed. Cuddling up next to a teddy that looked like a proper, not used version of Mr. Raspberry Jam.
But it didn't take long for Trevor to immediately make his way to your room, locking the door behind him. Instantly, he pounced on you, shifting you easily to be bent over. "Trevor-!!" His hand went to your head, pushing your face down into the middle of your pillows. He'd pull away if you didn't want it, but you had been looking forward to seeing him for weeks. There was no way you could keep your hands off each other.
"It's been fucking ages, I missed you." He muttered, practically ripping your underwear off, his own quickly following suit. Your legs spread best they could, and a little growl escaped his lips as he didn't waste any time fucking into you hard and fast. Thank god your face was in the pillow, so the sleeping Becca couldn't hear your moans. "I want a boy.." Trevor groaned into your neck, only increasing the pace.
"a...a boy..?" You repeated with a gasp trying to get used to the quick of feeling of Trevor's cock pounding you with unexpected intensity. Your nails gripped and pawed at the sheets as you tried to ground yourself. But he just mumbled a 'yeah', trying to nod despite the positioning.
It didn't take long for Trevor to cum, but he kept going, riding out the overstimulation of pushing and keeping his orgasm in your womb trying to increase your chances of getting pregnant.
You just hoped it work. Becca always wanted a little brother.
