#gta v smut

[aliveinacoffin]

Kinda request

hi! I just wanted to ask if u could write a fic of any fandom and character of ur choosing! I enjoy reading your fics so much and I would love to read one of your own liking! Thank you and have a great day <333

i love you guys so much i literally would eat a baby for you guys PLS 😭😭 decided to write a gta v fic with micheal because GYATT damn do I love him, also sorry this took so long, I have like, a trillion fics to write 🥲

Wedding Ring

You knew Micheal was married with a wife and kids, and that he went through hell and back to keep them safe and alive. When he goes off this crazy adventure and he has to hide from the cops, where does he go? That's right, the woman who he has been sharing a bed with the last four years.

Fem!Reader: She/Her pronouns and descriptions

TW!: NSFW, cheating, ghosting, manipulation

It was a nice and sunny day, something that was usual for a city like Los Santos. Still, you took advantage of this fact. You were lounging in your backyard with nothing but a swimsuit on, trying to suntan in peace with your music playing loud as possible, enjoying the feeling of the sun's hot rays on your skin. 

That peace was quickly disrupted.

"Why the fuck are you playing music so god damn loud?" A familiar gruff voice barked from behind you. You snapped your eyes open, quickly sitting up to see the offender who disrupted your peace and broke into your house.

"Oh Michael." You groaned, laying back down on the white pool chair. The separated plastic part of the white chair dug in a satisfying way into your back.

"Seriously, Jesus it's eleven in the morning." Michael stumbled over to your phone, angrily smashing the side buttons.

"Damn who shit in your cereal? Or maybe drink would be better." You scoffed, pissed that he was even here. The old man hadn't contacted you in months, ghosting you after he fucked you in some shitty motel near sandy shores. 

"An old friend of mine and my whole fuckin' family." Michael mumbled, and you watched him behind your black sunglasses approach the bottom of your sunbleached chair, resting his hands on your ankles. He looked down, light green eyes watching his hands trave circles in your ankles. With his motions, his gold wedding ring glittered in the California sun.

"Why are you here?" You asked, not bothering to move from your position hands resting on your stomach. Your fingers suddenly felt very bare.

"I just wanted to see you, is that such a crime?" He shrugged, but his hands started to trail higher, now rubbing on your calfs. 

"Well, aside from the fact you haven't spoken to me in months, let a lone texted me. No, I guess not." You pulled your legs away, sitting on the side of the long chair. You still watched him, hands grabbing tightly on the metal, burning the palms of your hands.

"You know how it is, life gets in the way." He tried to wave you off, shrugging his shoulders. Michael had already taken off his suit jacket, white shirt looking grey with your vision. So he expected you to just hop on his dick right away?

"Yeah, I'm sure it does. With your wife and family keeping you busy." You got up, walking over to grab your phone and speaker.

Michael didn't say anything to that, instead he just watched you. He silently followed you inside, stopping you from closing the sliding glass door on him.

"Seriously Michael, why are you here?" You growled at him, not bothering to spare a glance back at him. You stopped at your sink, resting your knuckles on the metal appliance. His heavy footsteps followed you, and through the window above the sink you saw him come up behind you, watching you.

"I just have a lot of stress, and my therapy is always telling me to get rid of it." Michael's large hands rested on your hips, still watching your face.

"Then go to your wife. I'm obviously not anybody to you." You looked down, unable to meet his watchful gaze. Instead, you regrettable made eye contact with his ring. "Go home, go to your fuckin' over priced shitty therapist and your shitty family that your always whining about." You snapped, but you made no motion to move away from his hands.

"They left me." He admitted lowly, and that made you look up. Michael was not an honest man, he was a lying hypocrite who constantly cheated on his wife. He was always the type to skirt around the truth when it harmed him and constantly complained when he could. The man had left a life of crime, that much you knew, and ever since had regretted it.

"Why?" You asked softly, making eye contact with him again in the window. It was hard to see him, with your glasses and the bright sun outside, so you opted to take them off, making the appeal of Michael much clearer. Though, you couldn't stand stand look at him.  Michael loved making eye contact with you, for a reason you never knew. But it absolutely pained you to watch his eyes fill with want and desperation. 

"I'm not a good man. I chase things that I'll never get, things I can never keep." He leaned over your back, breathing into your neck. He pushed your hips back, pulling you flush against him. His hands wormed their way under the elastic of your bottom, rubbing and pinching the fat there. He pressed gentle kisses into your neck, lightly nipping the skin that was presented to him.

"Is that right? What about the things you have?" You knew for Michael no matter what he did, no matter what he got, nothing would ever be good enough for him. The perfect life he could have in his own expensive mansion is ruined by his own self hate and incompetence. 

He just scoffed at that, like the very notion of his luxury car and permanent retirement from life was so hard, something to just be brushed off like nothing.

"What about me? When will I stop being enough? Or have I already?" You asked, stopping his movements. He had already gotten the strings halfway down your ass, reaching just the top part of your bottom. Michael stilled, unmoving against your warm body.

"No, I can never get enough of you. I had to work on my marriage, but I never stopped thinking about you." Michael admitted, and that made your head hung low. You knew he was prone to just saying whatever would get him into your pants. He always knew what to say the exact words that would make you drop to your knees.

"Or maybe because I'm some pretty young thing who won't give you crabs." You tried to lighten the mood, tried to tease to cover up the aching hole the older man had unknowingly made inside you. He had created a Michael shaped hole in your heart that made you mourn during random hours of the day, and when he would fill it in the late hours of the night it soothed your bleeding heart.

"Hah, maybe." That made you tear up, eyes fluttering while he slipped off your bottoms, groping you fully. You could feel his hard on pressing into you, demanding its way onto you.

He slipped two calloused fingers down, tracing up and down your slit, gathering the wetness that has accrued.

"You act so fucking bratty, but you're so god damn wet." He barked in your ear, mocking you as he slipped a finger in. You sighed, rocking back against his fingers, wanting, needing more. Who knows when the next time he'll come back? 

If ever.

"Come on, you know I can handle way more than that." You rushed, wanting to just get this over with and never wanting this to end.

He tugged on your hair, pulling at your scalp.

"Don't rush me, just shut up and look pretty." Michael's past actions would attest to that, he loved it when you argued, when you threw fits and pouted, he loved every minute of it. Because he knew that if he pushed you for enough, you'd beg for his cock, you'd be crying and whining for it, you'd be crying for him.

Michael never was the one to love a submissive woman, would he like to have one? Sure, any man would. But after a while it would get boring, there'd be no angry sex, no makeup sex, there'd be no back talk for him to shut up. Plus, it would be like speaking to a void, nothing important would actually be said, just a blank woman who agreed to everything and anything.

"Then fuck me silly, hey, that rhymed!" You laughed, before a moan got caught in your throat. Two more fingers shoved themselves into you, stretching you out quickly. It would've hurt more if you weren't already wet and near painfully horny. In truth, Michael was the only man you've slept with in a while. You've had flings with other people, maybe one or two serious relationships thrown in, but when you met Michael, an old depressed angry father, right up your alley might you add, at that disgusting old bar, well, everything and everyone else was thrown out the window. Then, you started seeing each other regularly, you dropped all the people you were talking to, even the sweet girl who had really taken an interest in you, and he had stopped going to cheap hookers, instead going to you solely to satisfy his sins.

He said nothing in response, merely just resuming his harsh treatment of your body, curling his fingers inside you beautifully, his memorization of your body never once faded. Your moans grew louder, curling into your counter until your stomach pressed painfully into the sharp edge.

"Just put it in me already, you old fuck." You spat, trying to push back against him. Michael pulled his fingers out, slapping your ass painfully.

"Watch your mouth when you're begging for my cock." He growled, nonetheless, he pulled down his zipper dutifully and fished himself out. He slid himself up and down your slit  wetting himself with your juices, bumbling and pressing into your clit over and over again. It drove you absolutely crazy, unable to buck and finally just put himself into you. You arched, trying to entice him as much as you could, white knuckle gripping the sink. 

Finally, finally he slowly slid into you, and you both let out a low groan. Michael must've been impatient, since he thrusted his way fully into you, filling you so fast it felt like he was in your ribs.

"Fuh-fuck Micky." You whined, and he wrapped his arms around your middle section and boobs, holding you tight while he absolutely rammed into you. Usually, because of his age and inactivity, he preferred to be on the bottom, let you do all the work. But he must've missed you, maybe he was pent up, or maybe he was taking his anger out on you. Either way, it felt heavenly, his thick cock ramming into you, feeling him drag inside you in and out at a brutal pace, not allowing you to think. 

"Of course you like that, huh? Like my cock inside you, treating you like some cheap slut." He growled in your ear, and it would've made you wetter than you already were if you couldn't feel the cool metal digging into your boob. The reminder of what it meant searing into your soul. You hummed lowly, darting your eyes away from him, finding the counter suddenly interesting. Michael seemed to sense your mood shift, and slowed down, but he never stopped. Instead taking to shallow thrusts inside you.

"What's wrong?" He asked, more annoyance in his voice than care.

"Nothing, why'd you slow down?" You lied through your teeth, trying to buck your hips and resume his pace. But he held you tight and close, even if Michael never really worked out, and was closer to fifty than forty, he still had years worth of muscles underneath.

"Because your poutin', now tell me what's wrong?" He asked again, tone sharp and asking to be tested.

"Your ring." You spat out, feeling slightly ashamed.

"What about my ring?" Michael snapped at you, fully stopping his movements.

"It's digging into me." You knew that wasn't the only thing that bothered you, it haunted you almost everyday knowing you were technically a homewrecker. He had two kids and a wife waiting at home for him, and even if he complained about them, even if both him and his wife cheated on each other constantly, it was still wrong. Usually when you complained about his ring he moved his hand, or set it down gently to the side. But not this time.

Michael groaned, and in one swift movement he threw the ring across the house, and you heard it cling! loudly behind you.

"Michael-" You started to reprimand him, but he bent you over fully on your counter, and let you go. He placed his hands on the counter, using it to slam into you again.

"Oh fuck!" You yelled, eyes nearly rolling into your skull.

"Told you." He was breathless, and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. 

"To-told me wh-what?" You squealed when he pressed that delicate spongy spot inside you, making you see stars.

"I needed you, all I can think of is you. All your annoying remarks, the way you feel around me, how you look at me like I'm not an absolute piece of shit." Michael leaned down, pressing his head into your neck, nuzzling into you.

"Then why'd you leave?" You managed to gasp out, feeling your orgasm steadily appeared. That wave of pleasure was slowly crashing closer, it made the thoughts in your head become less coherent, nothing mattered aside from the way Michael made you feel.

"I didn't have a choice, I didn't want to. Had to. I never stopped thinking about you." He lifted one hand, and trailed it down, circling your aching clit. You keened, clamping down on him while your vision whited out. Michael grunted, fully pressing himself into you, and you could feel him filling you up, painting your soft walls white.

You both took a minute to breath, still connected while you panted. Slowly, slowly he pulled out of your over-sensitive walls, leaving you achingly empty. You and him just stood there, panting, unmoving.

“So, you gonna dip, or are you going to hang out here for a bit?” You asked, still a little breathless. There was that bitterness again because no matter what Michael said, he’d end up leaving one way or another.

“I think I’ll hang out here for a little bit.” He shrugged, and as you spared him a glance you watched him tuck himself away, not bothering to clean himself. 

You sighed, hobbling over to your bathroom to grab a wet wipe to clean yourself up.

“Whatever.” You called out. “You know where the door is.”

Michae did end up staying for a week or two, sleeping in the same bed as you and spending any time he could with you. For a second you believed he really did change, that he really did want you, instead of what you could offer.

But one day, when you came home from work and called out to no response, you realized he was gone. You sighed, split between wanting to check under the couch or living your life with as little damage to your psyche as possible. 

The former side of you won, your heart pounding in your ribcage. A new wave of sadness ushered over you, your heart aching as your stomach turned, pain overtaking your whole body.

He took the ring with him.

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[marchsfreakshow]

Gods And Monsters [Michael De Santa]

Smut; You're visiting Michael after his wife and kids move out. You're drunk though, and you want to kiss him. He wont let you do it drunk.

I truly am just, simpin for this middle aged man I swear, so, here's another fic for him.

Fem!Reader

Cover made by me

18+!! MINORS DNI. READ MY SFW WORKS

Warnings: alcohol references, Jimmy being Jimmy /j unbearble tension, PnV, teasing, praise, light choking. Crud smut writing.

Your perspective

Music blasted around me as I sat in the corner staring at my lonely phone. The iFruit was small in my hand, as the other hand held a cup of something. It was alcohol, that's all I needed. But, I was waiting for something on this phone. It was important.

Then it rang.

My desperation for a phone call made me answer it and scream "Hold on It's loud." As I ran outside, I heard Jimmy on the other end. "Jimmy. Dude. What?"

"Sorry if you're busy man, I'm just letting you know that I moved out of my dad's place with my mom and Tracey."

"Her choice or his?"

"uhhh, hers. I kinda did something."

In my tipsy stupor, I just giggled and stumbled as I carried on down the street. Not sure which way I was going, unfortunately, as I kept listening to Jimmy tell the tale of Michael going across a line. "Sooo, he's alone?"

"It's 1 am. Don't be weird." He sighed. "Listen, just come by soon okay dude? I have some games I want to show you."

"Fineee. Byeee!" The walk went quickly despite my tipsy state.

Michael's 'mansion' engaged my vision soon enough. A mansion? It looks like a normal richy house. Not like I know what that looks like. But I knocked on the door, multiple times, and loudly. "Michaelll!! I heard your wife moved out. I'm here to talk!"

Grumbles entered my ears and the glassy doors opened. "Y/N. It is...1 fucking am. What the fuck?" I giggled at the sight of him. He was in his boxers, some socks, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see me properly. Cute old man. "Just, just come in.." He muttered as I walked in and closed the door behind me. The interior was still warm, beige...but warm and cosy for certain. I slouched onto the couch, throwing the blanket over me.

"Jimmy called me. Told me he, Amanda and Tracey moved out."

"he fucking told you?!"

I simply nodded.

"idiot." He kept on mumbling and then sat next to me. Still in his boxers. It was, charming to me. Being so comfortable with me he happily walked around half naked. The man looked in my direction when he stopped himself, sighing at me. "Do you need something?"

"Therapy."

"This whole fucking city does."

I giggled and sat up, looking over at him. "Michael?" He fixated on my eyes and looked like he was stopping himself from touching me. His hand lingered by the side of my face. But he pulled himself away and walked into the kitchen.

Disappointed, I followed him and threw my arms onto the tabletop. It was decently dark and cold. I wasn't sure why it was cold when I walked through a doorway, but it was. "Here. Drink it." I stared at the green, sludge-like drink in front of me. He almost stared me down as I made a face. I couldn't tell anything else about the drink that was placed by me, apart from the fact it was green. I knew it was. Amanda loved health and yoga and all that bullshit.

"Y/N. Drink."

"whyyy?" I asked innocently, grinning at him.

"You're at my door at 1 am. And you smell like whiskey. I can tell."

"is that so bad?"

"I can also tell what you want." His fingers gripped onto my chin, almost pulling me up to his eye level. His other hand held my waist since there was nowhere else to hold and not be weird. "But you know I'm not doing anything. Not while you're in this state anyway."

I felt so weak when he held me, even if it was a way to get me to drink something...His eyes held me captive. Again, I couldn't find anywhere else to look. There was just something there. We must have stayed like that for a while, one of my hands wrapped around his waist, and the other resting on the island in the kitchen. Our eye contact was intense, and my hesitation to drink the sludge disappeared when Michael let go of me.

Once I was let go, I looked at the drink, before screwing my eyes shut and gluping down the grainy drink. The texture was awful, and the taste was worse. But I got it down anyway. "Bleh.." I muttered, shaking my head quickly once I had downed the green drink.

"Good girl."

"What?"

"Good. Girl." He enunciated. 

My back against some type of wall, pillar whatever. His hands held me close. My arms around his shoulders for support. My powerless body sank below his. Who was going to break this tension and kiss who? I wanted to kiss him, make him know love. Show him love like none other. My eyes never looked away from his. They were locked, and staring at him. I almost felt like I was going to fall to my knees. "Sober yet angel?"

"I might just be..." We whispered to each other.

Hands suddenly moved, gripping hair, holding faces, unable to find another place to rest as we kissed. If Amanda walked in, I'd be pleased. I was kissing his neck, nibbling and licking at little spots so people could ask who they were from. "Couch, now.." Michael breathlessly mentioned, holding my face. Like a moth to a flame, I obeyed. I laid down before he picked me up, and sat me on his lap. We caught our breaths before my shirt was tugged off, and my trousers came off uncomfortably, but we were both there, kissing gentle spots on each other's bodies.

A flame doesn't usually grind and jerk up at the moth's movements and grips, but I could feel his hard-on and took advantage of the way it was hidden by his boxers. We kept going and Michael wriggled a bit, panting like a dog. His eyes flickered between mine and his bulge, he was deciding where to put his cock first. "Baby... fuck." The man moaned, resting his head on my shoulder. I took the opportunity and slipped his dick out of the boxers. His fingers held the small of my back, breathing heavily. A smooth hand movement started. I moved my hand up and down while the man I was jerking off couldn't even look at me.

Time passed. I had gone from just touching him with my hand, to making sure every inch of his dick had pre-cum and saliva over it. I glanced up at Michael. His head thrown back onto the couch, and still panting like a desperate dog. Seemed he had to edge himself from me touching his cock. The way he looked turned me on more, and he only slightly looked down when he realised I had stopped. "You're so cute, Mikey."

"Shut up..."

A grin made its way onto my face, and I eventually climbed back up onto his lap. "Mm, you're so cute. Whining and panting and moaning. All from me touching and sucking your cock."

"Feelin'...cocky huh?"

"What if I was?"

By this point, we were both breathing heavily. I was grinding on him again, close to fucking him and making him lose his mind. "I'm gonna make you lose your fuckin mind darlin'. "

He held me tight, and almost threw me onto the other side of the couch. My mind was blown at his sudden dominance, I couldn't say anything but stare wide-eyed at the man on top of me. His hand was lightly around my throat, my arms by my side. Anyone would call this cock-teasing because of how badly we both needed this. "Please, Michael. Please." Michael raised an eyebrow and smiled. He found me and had me in his little net for him to play with and stare at.

While I did feel like I was losing my mind, the waiting was unbearable. The cock tease. My doe-eyed stare turned into a dark, attempted seducing look. All Michael needed was a look, and he was fucking me. No holding back.

Fast.

Hard.

What I wanted. But, for a 50-something, I was so surprised in between my moans of how much stamina he had. Michael's promise rang true quickly. I felt brainless. My eyes were at the back of my head, hands gripping hard at the sofa, about to rip the corner of it. My moans, practically scream. "So... much, for cocky hm?" The man on top of me breathed. All I could muster was a nod as he slowed down a bit.

"Is my angel okay?"

"fuck..fuck yes, please.." I was brainless and breathless. Any confidence I had, shot out of me in a second. A chuckle escaped him, and we were back into it. He held every part of me that he was able to. I moaned his name, he occasionally moaned mine. I felt like I was going to come right there and then.

Michael turned me over, grabbed me again and made me stand up for a second before I was on top of him. Eyes stared me down as I rode him. His cock almost hit my cervix every time he thrusted up and I went down.

Slowing down.

Bruises left on my waist.

Panting.

Michael was close, and on my own, I felt like I had cummed more than twice. This man was intoxicating. His hands holding me, his look, the darkness of the sitting room adding to the ambience. "shit, Baby," I knew what he wanted.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. My face was in his neck, and I slammed myself down over and over. I rode him like I had never done it before. This time, I was drunk on his moans and whines. He whined like a sick puppy. He needed every part of me at the same time. He needed me, I needed him. The moth and flame almost mix together because of how badly they want each other.

How long had Michael been keeping this neediness in?

For too long.

We held each tight before I got off his cock, just as he came over himself. His stomach and chest had translucent cum over it.

Thinking quickly, I grabbed the blanket on the floor and gave it to him. The panting man took the hint and cleaned himself up, looking at me as I sat on the other side of the couch, just as naked as he was. "That was...nice I guess."

"you guess?" I remarked, as I picked up the blanket and cleaned myself wherever I needed to.

"What else am I supposed to say?"

"Thanks for the fuck baby, I really liked it and I don't feel so lonely anymore, wanna sleep here tonight? I'll sleep on the couch." I grinned teasingly. He rolled his eyes, but he smirked and handed me my trousers.

"Well, the first part is true at least," Michael mentioned when I got up. He gently wrapped his arms around my hips, placing a kiss on my cheek. "I will let you sleep here though."

"If I get your bed."

"fuck you."

"you just did." 

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

#gta v #GTA #grand theft auto v #grand theft auto #michael de santa #gta michael #michael de santa x reader #smut #michael de santa x you #x reader smut #gta fanfiction #gta 5

[rreskk]

Voicemail

TW: Smut

Summary:  Trevor makes sure you won’t ignore him again.

You met Trevor when participating as a getaway driver for the Paleto heist. Trevor wanted a reliable helper and Michael recommended you from the heist you did with him, before the lunatic came along.

He tried to charm you with his sexual compliments and intoxicating smile, but you made it clear you weren’t sleeping around. Especially with maniacs. Trevor faced rejections on every occasion he raised the question, ‘are you free?’, and you had the joy of watching him grow frustrated and disappointed.

As you were concentrating on evacuating the 3 men from the bank they interrogated and robbed from, you once again found yourself witnessing Trevor beg for you to listen and talk to him. You were previously giving him the silent treatment, smirking whenever he’d aim his rage at you for silencing his face to face booty calls. His attempts were cute; you’d wonder how promising he claims to be in the bedroom.

Having to hold each of their contacts for safety purposes, you all called it a night and went your own ways after the heist.

Lying on your bed and reading your book, your phone had spasms beside you. Trevor’s contact picture popped up and you read messages after messages stating his horniness and his everlasting love for you. Astonished at his commitment, you watched your phone buzz with him spamming you over messages.

The moment it died down, it began ringing.

“How desperate does he have to be?” You’d mutter before leaving the bedroom to have dinner. Your phone was left behind, physically muting it’s notifications of him from your senses.

Retreating to where you left your device ringing, your eyes scanned his contact and there was a voicemail, 30 seconds long. You’d be lying if you didn’t find him attractive. The man was hard to deny. His honey gazed eyes and upturning smile that would twist whenever he caught eyes with you. His eruptive movements and hipster clothes made him stand out than the rest. You had a damn hard time ignoring him… But you were secretly glad he has your contact.

Your thumb slowly pressed ‘play voicemail’ and you were met with silence.

Edging your ear closer, you could hear him pant and whimper from the speaker.

“This is what fuckin’ h-happens,” Trevor moans, “When you fuckin’ ignore me, huh?”

He was masturbating. Your mouth fell open, hearing him grunt and animalistically mutter your name. The slapping sensation could be heard as he mounts his hand and abuses his erected cock.

“Fuck, fuck-“

He was loud and obnoxious with his whimpers. You tilted your head, finding yourself dangerously attracted to this man as he’d growl from the other end of the phone.

“Fuckin’ call me back, babe,” He paused to express a painful moan, “I-I know you fuckin’… Mmm… I know you want it.”

As you took notice of his increase of tone, you heard him release a load in ecstasy.

“Fuucckkk! I love you!” Trevor whined.

You heard his hand stop rubbing against his skin. There was a sound of his cum hitting a surface, presumably the phone. Trevor panted and growled, his phone rustling as he moved in a rapid pace.

Suddenly, his whispers could be heard loud and clear. “Call me back, sugar. I want to hear from you again.”

The voicemail declined.

You’ve never been so fast to save a voicemail and call someone back.

#trevor philips #grand theft auto 5 #grand theft auto #grand theft 5 #GTA V #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x you #trevor philips/you #smut #wtf did i just write

[thatdamnmutt-exe]

Stitches - Trevor Philips

AN:

Haha haven't posted a smut in a hot minute. I have 6 drafts saved but I need the motivation to finish them.

Pairing:

Trevor Philips x Male!OC (Name: Jynx)

Plot:

Trevor shows up at Jynx's house, needing a place to lay low. Jynx allows it cuz they've been friends since Jynx was like 19. One day, his ex decides to peep through the windows and Trevor sees it so he takes him inside and makes the man watch as he gives Jynx the best sex of his life. (idea based from @stat1cstarz - go read it! it's really fuckin good)

Warnings:

Sex, NSFW Shit, Age Gap, Voyeurism, Choking, Squirting, Hair Pulling, Hickeys, Possessive Trevor if you squint, FtM Pre Bottom Surgery, and It's a Trevor smut so it's gonna be a lil weird.

Song:

Stitches - Orgy

"Someday soon you'll find that someone, waiting for the chance to beat you." ______________________________________________________________

“Get the fuck out of my house! God, everyone was right about you, and right that I was an idiot to let you stay here!” Jynx yelled at the naked man on his couch that was now his ex boyfriend.

“Woah, woah, slow down! You can’t just kick me out. I have nowhere to go!” He pleaded. Jynx didn’t care though, he grabbed the man’s clothes before yanking him off the couch and pulling him to the door.

Opening it and throwing the bigger man out along with his clothes, he yelled, “Go stay with the skank that you just had your dick inside of on my couch!”

Jynx slammed the door, vibrating the room as it did. He moved back to his living room, deciding how he wanted to deep clean the juices off his expensive couch.

Two hours had gone by since Jynx threw his ex boyfriend out of the house. He had decided to throw out the couch and order a new one, not even wanting to attempt to clean the stains out.

Two hours go by as Jynx searched through furniture stores to find a better couch when he was interrupted by his door bell.

He sighed and got up from the kitchen table to go see who it was. “Jake, I swear to god if it’s you-“ He opened the door to be met with his long time friend, Trevor.

“Heyyyy! Jynx! My main man- my compadre!” He walked in past Jynx who still was collecting himself from Trevor’s sudden appearance.

“What do you want Trevor?” His voice came out annoyed and irritated on accident. He followed Trevor who ended up in the living room and sitting on the couch before Jynx could warn him.

“Why is this couch wet? Did you and what’s-his-face do something?” He asked while standing back up.

Jynx grimaced and rolled his eyes. “No, he and another chick did. Since you’re here, come help me throw this couch outside.”

“Oh shit. I was waiting for this day, and I mean I told you he would that-“ Trevor started but was cut off by Jynx snapping.

“Trevor, test my patience, I dare you.” He glared at the older male who only put his hands up in surrender while chuckling.

“Calm yourself sugar, I didn’t mean to step on your toes. I only need to lay low for awhile.” He moved to the other side of the couch to help move it outside.

“Always using me for something, huh Trevor.” He muttered while also moving the couch. “Fine. You can stay here, but you’re showering everyday and putting on clean clothes. You smell like ass.”

The two moved the couch out of the house, setting it on the curb before going back inside. Jynx sent Trevor to the bathroom to take a shower before going to grab some other clothes from the guest room for Trevor.

Trevor had stayed with Jynx enough so where the guest room basically became his room with some clean clothes in it. Jynx had come to know Trevor when he turned 19 and was hanging out with Tracey. The two connected in a weird way and it started out as Jynx looking up to Trevor.

Jynx was 27 now and now considered Trevor to be a close friend. There was also something about the older man that Jynx couldn’t help but be attracted to. He ignored this feeling though, feeling ashamed of it.

He moved to sit at the other couch that sat in the living room, silently thanking his parents for giving him a house where it was big enough to have two couches in the living room. He turned on his current show, letting himself get lost in show, wanting to forget the previous moments from today.

He was brought out of his trace by Trevor stomping down the stairs, wearing only gym shorts. "Should we order some take out, kid? I'll pay." He said while moving to sit on the couch next to Jynx who was trying to avoid looking at Trevor's chest.

“Chinese?” He asked, little happiness coming through in his tone.

“Yes! You’re placing the order though! I don’t know how to fully work that app.” Trevor stated, pointing at Jynx as he did. He noticed that he was avoiding looking at him, he chuckled at it.

“You haven’t looked my way since I got back. Usually you hit me with a ‘you finally look like a human’ line.” He teased, scooting closer to Jynx who was trying to order the Chinese food. Jynx ignored Trevor’s comment and movement towards him, not wanting to give himself away.

He was forced to look at Trevor when the older man grasped his chin and faced Jynx towards him. “I’m talking to you, boy.” Trevor’s tone had gotten low and sort of sensual.

Jynx audible gulped, looking at Trevor who was only inches away from him. His other arm moved to wrap around Jynx's waist, holding him close. "Trevor... We can't- I just-" He tried to form words but his mind couldn't.

His heart was speeding, his breath ragged as he tried to push Trevor away but the older man kept his grip. The two stayed like that, their breath hitting each other as their gazes held lust for the other. Trevor ended up pulling away, not wishing to make Jynx upset or uncomfortable.

"I'll finish ordering the Chinese food." Jynx said, composing himself and trying to ignore the wetness that had built up between his thighs.

"Chinese food, right, you do that." Trevor shifted away from Jynx, grabbing a blanket to hide his lower half before going back to watching the show mindlessly.

- Time Skip -

It had been three months and Trevor was still hanging around, insisting that he keep Jynx company now that he didn't have his ex around. Jynx allowed him to stay of course, finding the most comfort in the crazy man.

Jynx was busy cleaning the house, wearing nothing but one of Trevor's oversized shirts and a pair of his own boxers. Jynx always liked to steal Trevor's clothes while he was around, saying the reason was that he liked how big they were on him.

Trevor didn’t mind of course, the younger was letting him live there, plus he found the boy cute in them.

The two had grown closer in that time frame, sharing secrets that haven’t shared before. They weren’t exactly dating but they acted like a couple and did coupley things.

Jynx wanted to get an official label on their relationship and find out Trevor’s real feelings for him, but he didn’t know how. He hoped to talk to Trevor later tonight about it.

It had grown late into the night with the time now reading 12:30 am and Trevor still wasn’t home. It wasn’t uncommon for Trevor to be out late, but tonight was different.

Jynx sat on the new couch, playing a video game that he had recently bought. He was in the middle of an intense scene when the door opened to Trevor and a man with a bag over his head.

“Trevor what the fuck?! I told you no hostages here!” Jynx hissed, pausing his game and standing up.

“Calm down sweetheart, it’s not a hostage. It’s your ex boyfriend!” He ripped the bag off of the man, leaving Jynx in shock.

“Why the hell is he here?!” Jynx’s face was angry and confused as he was trying to figure out why Trevor would bring him back into his house.

Trevor began tying the scared looking man to a kitchen chair. “Found him looking through the windows watching you while i was coming home! Figured we better show this rat a show he’d never forget.”

Jynx’s eyes widened at the information of his ex watching him. He felt icky and like his privacy was threatened. “What kind of show?” He asked confused.

Once Trevor finished tying the man up he turned to Jynx. A devilish smile graced his face as he moved towards Jynx, his arms going around the younger’s waist. “I think you know… I’ve seen how you around me and I know you like wearing my clothes for other reasons than them just being big on you.” He whispered in the younger’s ear.

Jynx felt a shiver go through him, his legs closed to try and calm the excitement that had filled him. “Guess I’m not good at hiding it as I thought I was.” He chuckled slightly. His arms moved to wrap around Trevor's neck, holding the man close to him. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Trevor." He whispered.

Trevor licked his lips before grasping a hand full of Jynx's hair and pulling their lips together roughly. He tasted of cigarettes and alcohol along with a breath mint trying to hide it.

"Oh baby, I've been thinking about you for awhile. I'm gonna fuck you better than you've ever been fucked." He purred to Jynx before lifting the smaller and pinning him down on the couch.

Trevor's grasp on Jynx's hair became tighter as he moved the boy's head to the side so he could attack his neck with hickeys and bites. Jynx looked over at his ex who wanted to look away but couldn't. He watched Jynx's body and his facial expressions, his own filling with rage as he watched.

Jynx's legs moved up to wrap around Trevor's waist, thrusting his hips up against Trevor's, savoring the groan that had left the older's lips. "Mmm, fuck, Trevor." He moaned more. One of Trevor's hands slid between Jynx's thighs and into his boxers. "I've barely done anything but you're already soaked for me? Damn baby." He chuckled as his fingers began to move against the boy's soaked cunt.

Jynx's head fell as his back arched up against Trevor, a loud moan leaving his lips. Trevor's fingers felt so much better than he had been imagining. "Why don't we give our audience a better show? Show him what he lost when he decided to be a dick and cheat on you." Trevor chuckled and pulled his fingers away, earning a loud whine from Jynx.

Before the younger could protest, Trevor moved them so he was sitting up against the couch and moving Jynx on his lap, the boy's back against his chest. Jynx's boxers were removed from his body and his legs were spred open by Trevor's own legs. One of his hands moved to wrap around Jynx's throat, gripping it tightly.

"Come on sweetheart, don't be shy now. Show this cocksucker who you belong to now. Let him hear those pretty moans of yours." Trevor praised and he moved his other hand to rub Jynx's sensitive cunt again.

Jynx felt his head go dizzy as the lack of air flow hit him. He squirmed a bit as he moaned desperately against Trevor's fingers. He felt his climax building up within him. "Trev- mmm-" He whispered out, being so lost in pleasure he completely forgot about the man who was watching.

"Bet you never made him feel this good with just your fingers, huh buddy?" Trevor chuckled, biting down on Jynx's shoulder, drawing blood as he did.

Jynx moaned louder and more frequent as he was brought to the edge. The pleasure of Trevor’s fingers, the dizziness of being choked, along with the pain on his shoulder made him close control as he squirted on Trevor’s fingers.

“That’s it baby, that’s a good boy.” Trevor continued moving his fingers until Jynx’s high was rode out. Trevor released his grip from Jynx’s neck, allowing the boy to fall back against him and catch his breath.

“I’m guessing from the way you’re reacting, that was the first time you came so hard you squirted?” Trevor teased Jynx as he moved his hands down to his own pants to free his aching cock.

Jynx shook his head, biting his bottom lip he savored the high he was still coming down from. "Trev, where have you been all these years? No one has ever gotten me off that good." He turned his head and gripped Trevor's chin, forcing the older to face him into a deep, rough kiss.

"Jynx is lying to make me mad! There's no fucking way this fucking creepy old man is that good!" Jynx's ex spat, anger clear in his face as he tried to undo the bindings. It made him frustred to see someone else touching what he still claimed as his.

Trevor only laughed at the pathetic man, he pulled away from Jynx to look at the man bound to the chair. One hair gripped Jynx's hair tightly while his free hand moved to slap Jynx's dripping pussy, making the younger jolt up and moan. "I don't know kid, from the mess between his legs and on the floor, I would have to disagree." Trevor moved his cock between Jynx's folds, moving himself slowly to tease Jynx.

"What's that pretty boy? I can't hear ya, tell Uncle T how badly you want this." He sped up his pace a bit more, chuckling at how much Jynx was coming undone in his hold.

The younger tried to close his legs as the overstimulation hit him but Trevor's stronger ones kept them open. Tears fell from his cheeks as he just could only whimper and whine, his brain too desperate and clouded to form proper words.

"Come on boy, use your words otherwise I'll stop." Trevor instructed, slapping Jynx's thigh hard in the process. Jynx jolted up again before trying his best to form a sentence.

"N-no... mm... Don't stop! Trevor- please I need you." He moved his own hips against Trevor's cock, gaining more friction as he felt the older's tip rubbing against his clit.

"Need me where? Come on boy, don't half ass your words here." Trevor growled in Jynx's ear, slapping his thigh again.

"Inside! Please! Trevor!" Jynx cried, his own patience running out as all he wanted was to be stretched out by Trevor. The older man chuckled once more before giving into what Jynx was begging for.

He moved to push his cock inside Jynx, bottoming out as he pushed himself fully in. It didn't talk long for Jynx to adjust due to how wet he had become, allowing Trevor to start thrusting up into the younger boy. He released his hand that was in Jynx's hair to move under Jynx's thighs, holding him up a bit to allow him to thrust more into him.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room was the sounds of squelching, Jynx's moans, Trevor's grunting, and Jynx's ex yelling angrily while trying to get out of the ropes. Neither Jynx or Trevor paid much attention to the other male, too lost in pleasure to really care.

"More... please..." Jynx begged, his head now falling back against Trevor's shoulder as his hands gripped Trevor's forearms, his nails digging into the skin.

Trevor gave into Jynx, absolutely loving how he was able to give the younger so much pleasure. "Such a needy little thing." He teased, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could go.

Jynx felt his second orgasm building up in his stomach, his walls tightened around Trevor, signaling to him that Jynx was about to burst any moment. "Come on baby, show Uncle T and that pathetic excuse for a man just how good I made you feel." Trevor instructed, his own thrusts becoming sloppier.

Trevor's words made Jynx spill over the edge for the second time, coming hard around Trevor's cock while moaning the older's man name loudly. His walls squeezed Trevor harder, making him grunt against Jynx's shoulder. He thrusted one last time hard and deep inside of Jynx, allowing him to empty deep inside of Jynx.

Light thrusts went in and out of Jynx as the two rode out their high together. Trevor let go of Jynx's thighs and moved to wrap around the smaller's waist. He grabbed his face and kiss him deeply as he moved the younger to lay down on the couch. "Such a good boy you were. Rest a moment while I deal with this peeping tom."

Trevor turned his attention back to Jynx's ex, puting his pants back on before moving to undo the bindings. "Come on big man, you've had a good enough last show, time to get your real punishment." Trevor dragged the other male outside, blowing a kiss to Jynx as he did.

Jynx only laughed lightly, accepting the air kiss before moving to sit up and attempting to get up and clean himself up, only to fail and land on the floor. "I'll wait until he comes back." He thought out loud.

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"Drooling on the set to feel you, blessing you with every kiss."

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[girlsandgta]

Hey!! Can you please do Framar(Franklin x Lamar) FanFiction please and can you also put some smut 🙈in it and also have the insane plot twist 😳at the end of the fanfiction 😃 thank you 🙏

Love ❤️

XZY

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“Eyy! The boy Frank!” Lamar’s voice was heard as he approached Franklin.

“Hey man, how you been?” Franklin smiled at his bestfriend, hugging him as they got closer.

"I'm cool, you know me, can't keep this boy down!"

"Damn that's right, shit's still good?" Franklin asked, the two of them walking through the parking lot of the Vanilla Unicorn.

“Shits always good with me Frank.” Lamar laughed as they walked into the club, music drowning their voices out.

They both headed to the bar, ordering drinks as they talked.

"So you ain't found some girl you can call yours? Shit man, you got no game." Franklin teased.

"Bitch please! Go beg Tanisha to call you back." Lamar sighed, taking a sip of his drink. "I'm workin' on it."

"You're workin' on it? Or your dick is working on it?"

"Fuck you homie, my dick is always working." Lamar snorted. "But seriously, I'm working on it, just need the right one."

"Damn, when did you get all deep and shit?" Franklin shook his head.

"When did you start talkin' about your feelings and shit?" Lamar retorted, earning a middle finger from Franklin.

“Oh please,” Franklin laughed loudly at his incredibly sensitive friend beside him.

The club was loud, pop songs blaring through the speakers. Girls strutted around, flaunting their assets and staring up the men.

The two downed a couple rounds of shots, chatting about new gossip and random topics.

“It’s loud as fuck in here! Homie can we go outside quick?” Lamar said, pulling Franklin’s arm.

Franklin nodded, following his friend outside.

They both walked up to their cars, Lamar lighting a joint.

"I'm tellin' you homie, we should start a club or some shit, I feel like I could get down on that." Lamar chuckled.

"Lamar, you can't even afford a car."

"That's why we need a club, then we'll have money." Lamar rolled his eyes, pulling a water bottle out of his bag.

“The fuck is that?” Franklin said, making fun of him.

“Gotta stay hydrated motherfucker! Bitching at a homie for taking care of himself. You want some?”

"Yeah okay." Franklin took the water, drinking half of it.

He coughed, nearly choking as his body tensed up.

"Yo Frank you good?" Lamar put his hands on his shoulder, helping him.

“What the fuck is in that? Tasted like straight ass!” Frank shouted, gagging as he tossed the bottle back at Lamar.

“Stop bitching! Can we go to your crib? This place is draining the shit outta me.” Lamar replied, pushing Franklin and getting in his car.

"Man, a'ight. Fine." Franklin rolled his eyes, getting into his own car.

They both pulled out of the parking lot, Franklin speeding down the streets. He pulled up in his driveway, Lamar close behind. He was used to his best friend being in his house, Lamar usually hung there. He’d basically moved in as soon as Frank got the house, and as much as Franklin acted like it bothered him, he enjoyed having his closest friend around so much.

Lamar got out the car and walked straight into Frank’s house, sitting on the couch.

"Yo, why do you always got this place smelling like a fuckin' forest, homie? Poor chop probably stoned half the time.”

“This the scent of owning your own house, And not living with your mama at the ripe age of 25.”

“Homie that’s wrong. You know I love my moms, she my rock.” Lamar said, kicking franklin and throwing a middle finger up at him.

“Shut up and pass me the remote.”

It had only been about ten minutes before Frank started to feel very strange. It wasn’t a feeling he recognised. His felt face hot and sweaty, and his mood had boosted suddenly.

“Homie, what the fuck was in that weed? I feel weird as fuck.” Franklin muttered, fanning himself and getting up to turn the AC on.

“Pure cali! Maybe you used to the shitty bud your white boys be using.” Lamar said, looking at Franklin.

Frank walked back over, sitting next to him. he could feel Lamar staring at him, and it made his stomach feel fluttery. He was confused and turned to look at his friend to ask what was wrong. Suddenly a wave of attraction hit him, seeing Lamar in a new way.

"What's up with you?" Franklin asked.

"Nothin', just watching you."

"Why?" Franklin asked, his body starting to get warm again.

"Cause I can." Lamar smiled.

"Well don't. You look like you about to creep on me." Franklin laughed, standing up to grab a glass of water.

His legs felt shaky, and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He took a deep breath, filling his glass with water and returning to his friend.

"You a'ight man?"

"No."

"Why? Wassup?"

"I don't know. My head is fuzzy and my heart is racing."

"Maybe you sick?"

"Maybe." Franklin took a big gulp of his water, trying to calm his body down.

He sat there, staring at the TV but not really watching.

He felt his body heating up. It was becoming unbearable, and there was a new sensation that had just began. He realised he’d become extremely turned on.

Lamar turned to look at Frank again, feeling the attraction also.

"Fuck, you hot Frank."

"You can say that again." Franklin looked at him, his breathing was becoming laboured.

"Nah, I mean you lookin' hotter than usual." Lamar leaned in towards Franklin.

"I'm not sure I can say the same."

"Homie, you wound me."

“I’m playing. You looking hotter than usual too. The fuck is going on?”

“Probably the molly I put in that water bottle earlier.” Lamar smiled cutely, looking at Frank eagerly.

“What?!” Franklin said loudly, looking at Lamar angrily.

“Dude, calm down. I knew you wouldn’t try it! So I had to substitute.”

Franklin didn't have a chance to respond, His heart was racing and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He wanted him, he needed him.

He grabbed Lamar’s face and kissed him.

Lamar was taken aback but responded quickly. Their lips were pressed together in a deep kiss, and Lamar pulled Frank onto his lap, making their position more comfortable.

They were kissing for a while before Lamar started to trail his lips down Frank's neck.

“Might aswell make the most of this molly, huh?” Lamar smirked, his hands on Franklin’s hips.

Franklin was lost for words, moaning softly and leaning his head back.

Lamar bit Frank's neck, licking over the bruise and smiling at the mark.

"Damn Frankie, you moaning and shit. Thought you weren't gay." Lamar chuckled, grinding his hips up against Franklin's.

"Fuck you, I ain't." Franklin growled.

Lamar flipped him over, pushing him down onto the couch. He held his arms above his head, grinding down onto him.

"Don't fight it, homie."

"Lamar,"

"Just trust me."

Lamar kissed down his body, pulling Frank’s shirt off, and exposing his abs.

"Damn." Lamar breathed.

He ran his fingers over the skin, making Franklin shiver.

"Lamar, can you hurry the fuck up? I feel weird as fuck."

"Patience is a virtue Frank." Lamar smirked, looking up at Franklin.

Franklin groaned, rolling his eyes.

Lamar kissed and sucked on his stomach, his hands roaming around Frank's chest.

"Fuck." Franklin moaned.

"I ain't even did anything yet."

"Fuck you, just- do something."

"Yes sir." Lamar smiled, unbuttoning his Franklin’s jeans.

He slid his hand into Franklin's underwear, rubbing his palm against the other man's cock.

Franklin whined, thrusting his hips up and panting.

"You like that shit, huh?” Lamar grinned, eyes locking with his best friend’s.

The atmosphere was hot, and their bodies were sticky with sweat. The room stank of sex.

Lamar tugged down Frank's underwear, exposing his cock.

"Damn, you bigger than I thought."

"Thanks?"

Lamar giggled, licking the tip and sucking softly.

Franklin groaned, his legs tensing up and his mind going blank.

Lamar wrapped his lips around Franklin's cock, taking the head into his mouth. He started bobbing his head, licking as he sucked him off.

"L-lamar.” Franklin whined, running his hands through Lamar’s hair.

He gripped his hair tightly, tugging and thrusting up.

Lamar moaned, his throat vibrating and his mouth tightening.

Franklin panted, his sweaty chest falling and rising quickly. He never expected this to happen in a hundred years, yet it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.

"Fuck- Lamar- I'm gonna-"

Franklin came in his mouth, and Lamar swallowed.

He pulled off, smiling at his friend.

“Told you to trust me.” Lamar whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Frank's lips.

Frank was still catching his breath, and his mind was a blur.

"Damn Frankie."

Franklin couldn't reply, his throat was dry and his body was exhausted.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." Lamar said, helping his friend up and walking him to his bedroom.

"Can you stay?"

"Yeah man, you know I got you."

"Thanks man.”

Franklin was half asleep, and he could barely keep his eyes open.

"Homie before you drift off into a peaceful slumber, we should probably talk.”

“Yeah, yeah probably.” Frank said, sitting up.

“Now I don’t wanna freak you out, but I do think that was fun. Maybe we should consider a repeat of this, but without all the molly. Lil friends with benefits vibe.” Lamar smiled, looking at franklin’s extremely exhausted face.

“Now that I can agree too. Now please homie, Let me sleep!”

Lamar chuckled and nodded, laying down and pulling Franklin close.

It was silent for a while, the two men almost asleep.

"Hey Lamar?"

"Mm?"

"Love you man."

"Love you too, Frank."

#gta 5 #gta v #gtafest #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto #lamar davis #franklinclinton #framar #smut

[whosyourcreepyunclenow]

alright, for some reason this exists. not quite aware about your boundaries, so I'm obligated to warn: this content may not be suitable for some readers

warnings: smut, ust, non-conish dub-con(?), toxic crap, sad silly nonsense, probably weird english

was written to a nice song though

(it's pov Michael but I can only write in second person, so imagine yourself a depressed middle-aged man and go ahead)

It’s supposed to be a fucking jinx, doesn’t it? Just how you missed the old times few crazy weeks ago, so much you hate ‘em now. And of course, hate yourself for missing ‘em, like it somehow brought back that wild crap right into your present day. What a joke.

Memories should remain memories. To indulge yourself in a good old shitty nostalgia, to dive headlong into that abyss again and get off scot-free. Your personal paradise of fun where the heart trembles, the night's still young, and the bullet in your shoulder doesn’t bother like a real one. No bruises from recoil, no shortness of breath. You’re the sharpest shooter, Mikey, the clearest mind, you always make the right decisions.

Such a calming little lie to fool yourself you could be better than this. Not just a drunk old loser, feeling sorry for himself, but a drunk old loser with history, which you wisely choose to left behind and move forward. You were a terrible person, you still are. However even a terrible person needs something to be proud of.

And there must be no way for that special something to become more than just a back door to escape reality. No fucking way.

The old days taste like nauseating warm beer and smell like piss. Stained with blood, sweat and cum, sound like annoyingly loud swearing and crunch of broken glass. It was a lot easier to forget their true colors, so you gladly forgot, leaving the only ones suitable for a proper melancholic reminiscence. You know, ain’t nothing wrong with romanticizing the past. The trouble begins when you're starting regret things. Oh man, you should never trust your memories, they’re such fabulists…

Another bottle became a pile of trash for Patricia to clean up. Not sure how obvious but you kinda hate her for no reason, just along for the ride. She could tidy up this rubbish dump for days, it’ll never get clean. She could call him good, kind, mature or whatever, he’ll never stop being himself. And neither will you.

Trying to steady the swaying room, you stabilize its dirty walls with your hands, occasionally grabbing a poster girl’s ass, she doesn’t get offended. The next one even deserved a slight slap, as if you weren’t already horny enough – to even feel the seductive warmth of skin through the faded paper and sincerely enjoy that little illusion of touch. Same 'bout an illusion of privacy behind the flimsy folding door you keep closed anyway.

At least he doesn’t mind. Being asleep and completely wasted, the only thing his doped body’s still capable of is snoring. Lying on his back, with his arms and legs spread out, in that smelly stretched briefs, he’s utterly disgusting and sexy at the same time.

Well, in the old days you wouldn’t think twice. But it ain’t the old days.

So you just carelessly shoved him aside and fell down with your face in the pillow, warm and wet from his oily hair. Took a deep breath. Fucking awful as always. He murmured something unintelligible, then turned on his stomach too, but faced to the other side. You don’t look at him either.

“Forget any idea ‘bout molesting me, pork chop. Or I’ll get sober and shove a grenade into your butt, you hear me?”

Feels like you’d blow up his butt right now, without any other tools except your own. Why the hell.

“You really flatter yourself, T. Like… greatly.”

Still somehow managed to keep your voice smooth, though the stupid nervous smirk makes it a bit softer. You swallowed hard, throwing the fuck out of your mind that nostalgic bullshit ‘bout using your saliva in a more efficient way. There was times when your fingers woulda been doing their job already, now they simply clenched into a fist, crumpling a checkered blanket. Those times have passed long ago.

“We both know you ain’t too picky.”

Is he taunting or just mocking you? Any mistake could be unreasonably costly in a lot of senses.

“Yeah, maybe.”

The catch is you ain’t even confident about yourself anymore, face it. Desire is enormous, the foretaste drives you crazy – hey, when was the last time you felt so aroused by someone? Or just aroused without any fucking reason, like in your twenties, but still aroused as fuck? Though it doesn’t mean that need can be satisfied, since any little bullshit’s enough to ruin the feeling and turn you off like a broken switch. So you hate yourself again and hate your body, hate your deceptive mind, hate your everything.

Guess getting old is a great excuse for losing interest, yeah? At least it works for Amanda and your other whores who demand from you much more than you're capable of. But the truth is you haven’t ever lost interest, you’ve just become more… picky? Or egoistic. Or less randomly horny for pretty things or simply tired from imitating it – that’s what they usually call sexual problems.

Resumed snoring let you know that T’s asleep again. So alright, you can continue feeling pity for yourself until the morning. The only thing you can do as long as you want.

Or there’s another option. Weirdly compromise, still crazy. Hence exciting.

You cautiously turned on your back and glanced at him to check, as if the obvious sound was not enough. Part of you treacherously want him to wake up at the worst moment possible, but clearly not yet. Man, what the fuck are you doing…

Quietly unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants, suddenly worrying. Years ago it was his thing to masturbate on you sleeping, what always felt confusing when you caught him doing that. As if you were jealous of him to himself and somehow got offended, what a dumbass. Didn’t realize that every opportunity to touch someone you wanna touch is a treasure.

And now you’re casually squeezing your cock, remembering his. You jerked him half-ass mechanically, roughly, without giving a single fuck about his pleasure, the only one that really mattered was your own. Of course you tried to make it less obvious, but it was obvious – you were awful. And he loved you awful. More than anyone.

“Fuck, Trevor…”

Can’t help but whispering, not expecting to be heard. Your handjob is a lot better when you’re staring at his sweaty back, fighting the urge to remove these shitty briefs. Ain’t no even need to screw, you may climax just from looking at his naked ass.

It's almost perfect time for him to wake up and punch you. Almost.

Luckily, he doesn’t. Even when you’ve finally lost your damn mind and pull off his underwear, then predicably realized you need more than looking. And holy fuck… this was your last meaningful conclusion.

Quite unable to mess around, you got to the point, eagerly lubing up your cock with saliva and pushing apart his buttocks, barely maintaining a sense of reality… With all these toys he regularly shoves in himself, you thought it would be easier, but his hole just doesn’t let you in. So you spat on your fingers once more and smeared on his tight entrance, then tried again. He’s already disturbed enough to start moaning and lazily fidget, but not fully awake yet.

“Hey, T… You wanted the old me? You’ll get him.”

Finally, he howled when you pushed yourself inside, probably too fast. Ain’t exactly how things should be done, you was merely trying to avoid that awkward pause between “I wanna fuck you” and “I’m actually fucking you” stages. Just can’t deal with that clarifying relationships shit, not fucking now…

“FUCK!”

Alright, he woke up. And he’s trying to shove you out, if only you hadn’t held his bottom like a fucking lifeline.

“Am I shitting? Feels like a big turd’s stuck in my butt… Not so big, actually.”

“Hi to you too, Trevor.”

It’s so tense here like he’s trying to bit off your manhood with his anus and chew it. And maybe a little dry, yet not enough for him to lament.

“Remember what I said ‘bout molesting me, sugar?”

You spread out his cheeks slightly, conciliatory massaging them to appease, but he keeps struggling. It’s easier to lay down and put your weight upon him, bury yourself even deeper, softly mutter into his neck.

“C'mon, T, let me love you…”

He smells attractively horrible, alluring your lips to fondle his skin with short kisses. He tastes salty.

“It’s not fucking LOVE, you dick! It’s taking advantage!”

“Call it whatever you like.”

You thrust in him slowly, knead his hips with all tender affection you can muster, what the fuck else does he want? Alright, it ain’t really convenient now but lift him a bit to play with his boy too, and this time do it right… Oh please, just make sure to do it right.

God, he’s hard. He’s hard and hot like hell, goddammit…

“No! Just, NO I said! And pull your junk outta me!”

So this moron just slapped your hand, shoved it away and wriggled out from under your body, making you both highly unpleasant. Fucking great!

He got up, swaying and shaking, put up his briefs back on and somehow fixed his boner. Still doesn’t look at your face, though he’s not the only who hesitates. After all, you have no damn idea what went wrong or what he wanted you to do. From your perspective it felt as good as it could be, unspeakably good.

“Oh seriously, what’s the problem?”

Crap, he clearly didn’t like the question.

“What’s the problem?! WHAT’S THE FUCKING PROBLEM you asking?!”

“Yes, what’s the fucking problem!”

Fuck it. He finally turned and faced you, with so much desperate hate in his eyes that you went numb. Like everything what happened was so terribly wrong he could never forgive. Like you hurt him in ways you can’t even imagine.

“Listen… Right now, I’m making incredible efforts to not kill you, Michael,” his voice got menacingly quiet, yet notes of deeply rising anger strive to break through. “If that ain’t A PROBLEM to you, guess what I’d be doing with your corpse!”

Shit, he’s so fucking fine when he’s mad. Scary to realize, you’d probably rape him, if only he wasn’t a lot stronger, even with a such hangover. Or perhaps what you’ve already done can be as well considered as a sexual violence – of course, how else. So you’re a rapist now. Congratulations, pal.

“A-right, I got it,” but you’re still a human, who has his goddamn feelings too. “Go fuck yourself then.”

That treacherous, suicidal part of you expected him to react – in any way. He could punch you, slam you against the wall, chock you, shove a fucking grenade into your ass, rape you in revenge. You want him to do fucking anything, you just want him. Desperately.

Hastily zipping up your pants, slide open the door and leave. Patricia’s asleep on the coach or pretending being asleep. Who cares.

When harrowing horniness finally let you go, thirst hit. So bad you’d dry up the Alamo Sea despite its saltiness and ask for more. You bursted into a bathroom, opened the tap at full and drunk greedily from your palms until you felt sick, but couldn’t bring yourself to vomit. The water was muddy, rusty and smelled like sewer, lovely taste of a childhood. Lastly, you washed your face and turned to the broken mirror.

Of course, you’re miserable. Fat old fool with shadows under his eyes, saggy skin and smoky teeth. So what goddamn hopes you had for yourself? He might like that perfect old you, young and handsome, everyone’s blue-eyed boy. Oh, you were hot back in the day, admit it.

You were something to jerk on. Now you ain’t even someone to drunkenly fuck.

So go outside, get in the car. Find yourself the ugliest, the dopest hooker and blow your load into her stretched ass to chill out. Kill some strangers, if doesn’t help, trash someone’s car, rob a store. No other entertainment in this fucking nowhere.

#trikey #non-conish dub-con #Micheal De Santa x Trevor Philips #fanfiction #smut #dubcon #michael x trevor #michael de santa #trevor philips #angst #songfic in some way #SoundCloud #gta 5 #gta v #sandy shores #Michael is the prettiest man alive btw #Trevor is the sexiest #those idiots #why there's so much misunderstanding between them #can explain why it isn't a rape in a literal sense if someone doesn't get it so you're free to ask #didn't give more warnings/tags (which are maybe should be given) cuz I don't wanna spoil too much so decide for yourself #maybe I'll continue and Trevor will fuck the life out of Michael by consent #sori me no talks englis veri mach

[itsbackwoodsbby]

Movies/Shows/Video Games

Symbols: angst: ✺| fluffy: ☁︎| smut: ✿|

Not all of my work is 18+. But the work that is 18+, MDNI! Please and thank you.

For this, it's basically for movies and shows and I am a video game girl at heart so definitely writing for video games as well. Probably, going to write an Sims Story because I am completely OBSESSED playing the Sims 4. I will write for WWE Raw and Smackdown.

ꕥ Gen V

𓆩♡𓆪 Jordan Li

✿ Splitting Into Two- While chilling with Jordan Li, you tell them your secret about how you developed a new secret about your powers and you encouraged them to try it as well. these new secret for Jordan is that they can split into two. You being the horny fuck you are, you decide to try what it would be like fucking both Jordans.

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[nevergonnasimpyoumikey]

Just Trevor things from Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, the new part to my coffee shop Trikey AU.

#my fics #Trikey #8k+ words of flirting and smut #gta v fanfiction #michael townley #michael de santa #trevor philips #He's not a hipster

[saphirreesuccudus]

𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗔𝗚𝗘

-Rules

I will only write smut for those over 18, I will write stuff submitted by minors but only fluff and angst.

I will not write characters under 18 in sexual situations, regardless of consent.

I won’t write about abuse or mental health issues, unless it’s a minor part in a backstory.

I won’t include fetishes, especially those that include body fluids.

I will write CNC, dead dove, etc.

I will assume you want gender neutral if you don’t specify, this goes for reader and character. If you want either to identify a certain way, please put that in the ask.

-Characters I write for

Vincent Sinclair

Michael Myers

Trevor Philips

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[soapbox200]

Trevor Philips GTA Yandare! (beacuse i’m a little simp.)

“go fuck yourself.” your voice cracked at the fact he was between you legs and it felt like heaven, don’t even know how it happened.

he was sloppily sucking on her downward lips sucks and licking at he slobbered over her legs his hands creased to grab her legs.

all you did was simply get a drink see a man walk in with with a gun and now she was getting head in-front of a bunch of dead people.

you didn’t know how or why this was happening the way he was licking your labia you felt it getting worse and worse but the pleasure was building

your hands where tightened against a dead person ‘fun’ you grumbled softly in a drunken haze as you bit your bottom lip to try and ignore the lewd noises coming from your mouth.

you twitched the sensitivity was going all time high as he knew, your eyebrows arched downward as your stared at him.

you didn’t even realize, the way he gently placed your hips between his own, you shifted as his hands tightened.

you felt something hot and hard press up against her entrance “h-ngh please.” you where begging at this point as it was all fuzzy the only thing you could hear was your heart beat.

it painfully stretched your insides, you moaned unable to hold in the sounds you where making.

“don’t hold in it, let those sound turn me on even more.”

his voice rang through your head as he hit just the right spot you mewled as you tightened in response.

you where sensitive and ready to explode at any given moment if he kept thrusting into you like a wild unhinged animal.

she held onto the puffy kink cuffs as her hands tightened against the cuffs her moans did not go unheard as he held her hips upwards to sit on his own waistline.

you kicked forward you felt yourself further as he chuckled at her needs.

“good girl, taking this all in.” he praised you as you bucked your hips forward; he put something inside of her drink.

how did he plan this whole thing out,? you had no idea.

you would lie he was fucking the shit out of you as you where er crying and felt over the top sensitive as all he did was give you praise the entire time.

this was fucked up all the way but you? your body was enjoying it as your mind was in such a haze you couldn’t tell what was reality.

#yandare #trevor philips #smut #18+ #non con #sex and drugs #gta san andreas #gta v

[sootrootdoot]

#trevor philips #trevorxreader #gta v #gta 5 #grand theft auto #grand theft auto v #trevor phillips #smut #not serious #trevor x you

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

"MEANIE"

SUMMARY: Jungkook is busy playing, and you desperately need his attention, when he doesn't give you attention you decide to have it your way.

PAIRINGS: Mean Jungkook X whiney reader

WORD COUNT: 786

SMUT WARNINGS: 69 a few minutes, fingering, use of vibrator and a dildo, hand job, squirting, reader is a whiney mess, grinding for like seconds, Hickeys, Reader calls him Daddy once or twice.? He cums on her stomach but reader wants it messy, so she fingers herself with the cum, cum eating.

a/n: it's my first time writing about a whiney reader please bear with me. I hope yall enjoy it.Please like follow, reblog and comment.<3 A little birthday gift from my side 💞

You’ve been whining for about a good 10 minutes now, Jungkook sat on the end of the bed playing GTA 5 on his computer which was placed on the table in front of the bed. Curses left his mouth. You’ve been calling him now for 5 minutes while he waves you off saying, “Give me a minute baby”.  

You undressed yourself when he wasn’t paying attention to you, stomping your tiny fist on the bed “Gonna show you now” You hovered above his back grabbed onto his gaming console and threw it in the bed before he could even register what happened you straddled his face strangling his face by placing your naked pussy over his lips.  

Your hips were lifted in the air so he could talk to you “fuck baby you were horny all this time?” He asked placing a kiss on your clit. Humming you grabbed his soft cock through his boxers he lifted his hips “needed you so bad kook” you said placing a kiss on his now leaking tip. “Fuck so wet bun,” he said growling while you tried to deep-throat him “mm can’t take full kook” you cried looking at him over your shoulder “Oh yeah you wanna take me fully?” He said teasing you and humming you went back to try again. “Take what you can baby” assuring you he dips down to take your pussy in his mouth.  

Slapping your ass, you moaned loudly “Turn around baby will fuck you with my fingers first” he turns you around so now you are on your back tear-filled eyes gazing at him “Aw baby choking on cock brought tears in your eyes?” He asks mocking the tears. “Not fair want you in my pussy now” you pouted slowly your fingers coming to spread your wet pussy lips.  

Chuckling he saw your eagerness “Yeah baby gonna spread those pretty lips for me?” You nodded while his fingers made a V-shape while a dollop of slick Dribbled down “Want it now want your fingers” you whined your tiny fingers guided his large ones in your whole while he smiled looking at the site “yeah do it yourself” moving your pussy  on his fingers he sat there doing nothing just watching you help yourself huffing a puff out you groan removing his fingers from your heat.  

The wet slick dripped from his fingers while he sucked them you got ready to get up and take your vibrator and dildo from the drawer testing his patience Jungkook smirked: “Go ahead, baby thought of helping you but not now, help yourself yeah?” He said while palming his cock you inserted the vibrator, and dildo inside you “Hate you Koo” you pouted.  

After a few minutes of using them, you messed up the sheets with the overstimulating feeling resulting in your squirting Jungkook coming on his lower abdomen.  

You wanted more, you wanted his Cock, you wanted his cum, you wanted to make it messy on his cock but no he wouldn’t help you at all why because you disturbed him while playing.  

Sitting off in the mess you leapt into his arms crying into his neck “Sorry kook I won’t do it, need your cock, please Koo” you whined grinding on his wet cock “Yeah baby you promise? You won’t forget what you said?” He said cheekily while you nodded and gave him the cutest puppy eyes.  

“Lay down baby Daddy is gonna fuck the hell out of you now, gonna tell you who is the boss “ 

You lay there crying mess when he fucked you hard and sucked in purple-black hickeys on your neck and broke you apart. Your tiny fists grabbed onto his neck sucking on his neck sometime while you cried “daddy gonna cum” you whined “yeah cum” with that you reach your orgasm while he pulled out jerking himself over your lower body. 

It was unusual for him to not cum outside your pussy “no make my pussy messy not my stomach” you grabbed his hand which was over his cock “no remove those hands from my cock this is your punishment” he swatted your hands away when you didn’t listen.  

Soon Cumming you took his cum on your fingers slightly dragging them near your whole and fingered yourself and sucking on the remaining.  

Huffing he goes back to play game without giving you an aftercare like he always does but you know he is still grumpy from you disturbing his match, while stay there slightly dozing off covered in the mess. You know he will be all right in few, he might even come back to sleep on your plush boobs. 

TAGLIST : @kimmingyuswifee , @jungk97kwife, @httpjeonlicious , @galaxygirl453 , @babysoogyu

#bts #bts fanfic bts smut #bts fanfic #bts smut #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bts jungkook

[marchsfreakshow]

Suggestive/18+

Trevor Phillips who's secretly in love with how obsessed you are. He heard that camera and saw the flash out of the corner of his eye. But payed no mind to it. Ron saw you early in the morning, hiding behind Trevor's trailer, waiting a moment to grab something of Trevor's. But this time, the scruffy yet yet handsome man caught you. "You. You're the fuckin bird aren't cha?" You gulp and ask what he means before he rambles about how many photos he's seen you take of him.

But before you can say anything else, he's dragging you into the trailer and yanking the camera out of your hand. Your body landing on the damaged sofa hard. A soft 'ow' escaping your lips. Trevor's hands work quickly, turning the camera on and scrolling through the long list of photos. His eyes widened at all the photos. A wide variety. Even one or two of him jumping onto a train. "How did you get these ones? Did you know what I was doing?!"

"you were jumping onto a train...it looked good." You mumbled, meekly meeting his eyes. They were deranged, but nothing else. Like you couldn't read anything else about the man that stood taller than you.

"I look good to you then hmm?" He lowly asked, discarding the camera and the photo roll your way. The silence went on for a few seconds. "Your silence is offensive." Trevor walked out but turned back to you before he fully left the trailer.

"stay here. I'll be back for you."

"..alright."

The door slammed behind Trevor, and you were left on the rotting couch. Your eyes took in the sights around you. Everything you ever wanted. Right in front of you. leftovers, a shitty rug, a broken table, the barely functioning TV. It made you warm as you thought of every single that happened in this small home.

Getting up, you stepped into the small bedroom. Double bed, a broken TV and wardrobe. The clothes he wore, right in front of you. Your hands ran over a shirt. Freshly worn. The beige lines were lightly stained by little red marks. Blood? You didn't care.

It ended up in your hand, stuffed into your face as you laid back on his rickety bed. Every single thing had his erotic and musty scent burned into it. It drove you insane as you lifted your leg and your skirt was pulled up by gravity. A hand subconsciously moving to your red and warm clit. Moans were muffled by the maroon and beige t-shirt. Your obsession finally came to light as you were laid in the man's bed, touching yourself to everything about him you loved. Fuck the age gap, you thought. Following him for months, living off quick meals in the stores and taking little things from the outside of the trailer.

Just as the knot in your stomach was about to go, you heard the door open, "what the fuck?!" Fuck. But it was just too late. Glistening cum covered your two fingers and your inner thighs. Trevor stood in the doorway by his room as you shot up and threw his shirt onto the bed. "oh no no sugar tits. You created this. Let's...explore that." Trevor chuckled, taking your come covered hand and pushing you back into the same position you were in earlier.

You were secretly loving this. Trevor pressed ontop of you, undoing his trousers.

Your plan went perfectly.

@danzinmfndaze

#trevor phillips #trevor philips x reader #x reader #trevor philips #smut #gta v #gta #gta fanfiction #trevor phillips x reader #Trevor philips smut #grand theft auto #grand theft auto v #Spotify

[rreskk]

Hatred is abyss. So was his touch.

Summary: You hated Trevor Philips. He was verbally abusive and a horrible man to be around. While coming to the conclusion that another one of his heists had gone wrong, it seemed the situation altered when the man (you presumably hated) showed his other side, sorting current affairs and creating a night for you to remember. 

Pairings: Fem!reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 6505

TW: -Rough smut -Kinks

“[y/n]. Drop the knife.” He sniggered at the blade in your hand. It was threatening to cut his distorted “cut here” tattoo that sinisterly stained his neck. Trevor enclosed the space, no sign of fear behind his grin. The knife was misplaced into his hand but instead of harming you, it dropped onto the floor.

Your eyes followed the weapon before he forced you to look up. Anger dominated his pupils into dilating. Normally he’d verbally attack you when it got intense but this time, he brought his face closer and slammed his dry lips against yours.

   It was a heist gone wrong.

Initially everyone was supposed to receive a good payment for the nuke Trevor “knowingly” seized from the ocean. You supplied the weapons and technology needed to pull this off. Your cut seemed promising and was the only thing keeping you and Trevor from slicing each other’s throats… as he was unbearable. Simply unbearable.

Long story short, you don’t get along. It was a mutual dislike. Every time you had to work together, tension was hot and the fire would be spitting with spite. You’d bicker after arguments, insulting after threatening. It was not an enjoyable partnership but you had to deal with each other, or else you’d be slumped on the street with zero income.

Trevor likes to remind you of that. And you love to remind him of his temper.

The reaction gets more interesting each time. However, this time it was unexpected. You’d never of thought you’d end up like this with him, especially after another one of your stupid arguments.

  Trevor’s handy men, Floyd and Wade, were waiting beside the truck. You never met them so the conversations were awkward. You ended up standing away and just waiting while Wade tries to engage an open discussion… That was rejected from his cousin, Floyd, the guy who’s been exchanging nervous glances towards your direction.

You’d sometimes maintain eye contact and immediately looked away to avoid socialising. He too did the same.

The night was growing more thick and gloomy. The sun was already gone by the time you could hear the sound of a military helicopter. Squinting your eyes, the blurred vision of a large object flew closer to the airfield you were waiting in. The two men beside you hurried to the lorry, obviously preparing themselves for the heist take off. You watched them but something felt… Wrong. Your stomach coiled and anxiety increased your pulse rate. It was a struggle trying to take control of your breathing because you just knew something was not going to planned.

As the helicopter got closer, the feeling overcame faster than you’d imagine. Your gut was screaming at you to reconsider your business here. It was too late to act considering the chopper landed and the submarine was placed. It was lucky you didn’t puke here and there at that moment.

When you stepped closer after the gush of wind faded, you saw a suspicious looking item that flashed bright green from underneath the yellow sub. Your eyes went wide at the sight of it… It looked important, dangerous, expensive.

“Ahhhah!” Trevor roared from the submarine as he crawled out from the top, “We hit jackpot, gentlemen!” Once again neglecting your presence, you learnt to ignore it and not encourage his temper issues.

Michael dropped from the chopper and sent you a nod in appreciation. You returned this gesture before joining the group in their conversation. Trevor was already rambling by the time you reached over. He noticed you standing around and scowled. Your arms were crossed and you tried not to look antagonised by his mistreatment but, unfortunately, your face said it all, and he found it very amusing.

“What’s our cut?” Michael seemed eager to know, which was fairly understandable as we were all here out of our will. We all huddled around Trevor, desperate and exhausted. Who knew being around a fully pledged psychopath would take so much of your energy…

“Ohh, we’ll know once we sell this beauty.” The meth-head jester proposed with a sinful grin. He looked at everyone, apart from you, with a sense of misconduct. The lack of planning and proportion was felt within radius. You could tell since Trevor was unusually erratic today. Everyone looked at each other: You, Franklin, Michael, Floyd, and Wade-

That was until a new face stumbled from the dusty road.

Thinking it was an undercover cop discovering the crime scene, you felt Trevor shudder and twitch. His legs were aching to scatter and save himself until…

“Are you out of your goddamn mind!” A short man wobbling with a walking stick was dying to reach the circle. His face was scrunched with panic and fury. He wore a hospital gown, his behinds being on display humorously. You felt the need to smirk but Michael’s reaction stopped you.

“Lester?”

“What the hell are you doing here, Michael?” The man known as “Lester” cried out, “I thought you were smarter than this!”

“What did I do?” Mike frowned, pointing to Trevor, “He told me you approved of this.”

You had no underground knowledge of what was going on. You don’t even know who this “Lester” was. Reluctant to approach this situation, you stepped away from the group.

“Hey! Hey! He was woozy… Alright, h-he was muffling. I swear he said yes!” You jumped at the sound of Trevor’s voice from behind you. He was pacing back and forth, his hands shaking with anticipation and distress.

Michael somehow looked rather calm, almost as though he saw it coming.

“Great! You made us steal private nuclear technology without telling Lest?”

Anger was rising higher and higher. These professional criminals were facing each other like a wild west gun fight. You gathered the understanding that trust was missing from the fields of their talents, regardless their experience and professions. Maybe you should of believed your gut because it was going to get out of hand, you could tell by the way they were glaring.

“[y/n],” Trevor announced, not breaking eye contact with Michael, “Get the fuck outta here.”

“What-“

“Now.”

The command was enough to kick you away.

As you were approaching your car, they began bickering again. Your curiosity got the best of you, trying to unlock your car slowly, you managed to eardrop the subject of conversation. You deserved to know since you helped Trevor (through many fights and arguments) gather the best weapons and offer solutions and plan ideas. He refused to listen, unsurprisingly, and his heist collapsed. The whole situation made you grin uncontrollably.

“You’re selling this to the Chinese?” Michael’s hushed voice spoke from the small crowd in the distance.

“Yes! The pay will be grea-“

“No, no, no! You are taking this back! Put it back into the ocean!” Lester insisted.

Trevor’s resentment washed the surrounding airfield effortlessly. Your spine shuddered and by the time you opened the car door-

“WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG, [Y/N]? SCATTER!”

You rotated your head and stared back. His devilish eyes fixated on yours, and without a doubt, you forgot how to breathe for that second. Out of everyone around him, he chose to obsess and provoke you.

“I told you to leave. What are you still doing here?” He tormented with a tortured face.

Franklin thankfully saved the confliction and pushed Trevor forward, making him engage back into their heated debate while you had to chance to escape the wrath of him. The whole scenery and atmosphere felt sickening  as you slithered into your car seat. Your hand went to turn the key… But you found yourself clenching the air.

“Where the fuck…”

You lowered your head and realised you lost the keys. You tried to deny the thought, searching through your cluttered car before seeing headlights ahead. It was blinding and you squinted to support your blurred vision. Michael’s car was hitting the road, so was the truck. Your eyebrows crossed in confusion.

“They ended that quick.” You murmured.

The automatic airfield lights turned on and now the full sight of your environment was acknowledged. The dark Sandy Shores mist would merge with the eternal darkness. The sight looked like a scene from a Southern goth animation. You were looking around in complete awe when you rotated to your car window.

“FUCK!”

Your heart was now peaking up. The blood was pumping rapidly that you could only hear the sound of your heartbeat. Trevor was standing there with fire in his eyes. He stared into your soul and scared the living daylights out of you. His body was stiff. A sweaty hand stained and steamed up your window as he continued to silently wait for you to act. He didn’t even flinch at your reaction to his sudden appearance.

“Open the fuckin’ door, [y/n].”

How suddenly it changed. You swore a second ago he was arguing with his buds. How could it possibly be settled so fast? You struggled to process the past few minutes until he lowered his hand.

Then slammed it against the glass again.

“I said… Open. The. Door.” Trevor mewled through his meth-stained teeth and rugged lips.

You obeyed and opened the car door slowly. He stepped away and allowed you to stand up.

The silence was menacing. You maintained strong eye contact with him as the seconds would pass. He seemed to be observing you through your irises, almost studying you like a book. Like a book he hated. The hatred never left his facial features. Every time he saw you, his scowl would deepen and darken his already brutal appearance. You knew there was no reason behind this mutual loathing, that’s what made it worse.

“What happened?” You spoke solemnly.

Trevor snapped out of his deep daydreams when the question was aimed at him. His eye twitched.

“Why do you care?”

The teenage backshot was enough to make you slap him right here and there. But you remained calm and collected. Instead of hitting the man, you simply raised an eyebrow, challenging his difficult behaviour and grumpiness.

“Am I receiving a cut?” You prompted, “I’m not driving off. Not unless I gain something in return.”

He snickered, “Oh yeah? Well, fuck you. No one is getting’ a fuckin’ cut. Them shitheads are making me drop the nuke and find another score.” Hearing it yourself, it was anti-climax. Your shoulders dropped as he rumbled his raspy voice again, “I ain’t got nothing to offer you and your pretty little face.”

You sighed.

“I’d give you dope… But I don’t think I should waste my marketing worths on you, [y/n].” He soon grinned.

“Whatever, forget it.” You mumbled. Trevor licked his teeth and watched you turn to face the car again. When bending to sit in the car, his dirty hands grasped your upper arm, holding you hostage in his grip. He ignored your efforts to escape his touch.

“Now, now.” His tongue sung, and his eyes glimmering as you tried to force him away, “You can’t drive off without your keys, sugar.”

That’s when it clicked.

The bastard has your keys.

Offering an open palm, you glared at him with no amusement, no humour, nothing. You bent a finger and gestured him to return your keys. Trevor understood but didn’t meet you expectation. He took joy in seeing you angry, that grin not leaving his face once.

“Give me the keys.”

“No.”

“Trevor.” Your pled.

“Why should I?”

“Is this some riddle?” You slowly reached your breaking point, “Are you being serious right now? I’m not playing games with you. Just give me the damn keys.”

Trevor dismissed your anguish with glee. He hadn’t of blinked or attempted to give you clues on where abouts your keys are. His lanky figure was statue-like.

“Trevor.”

He finally released his hand from your arm. At this point, you were convinced he was about to mess with you more. There was a small pocket knife you kept in the accessory pocket. You had easy access since the car door was wide open. Your fingers managed to reach the handle and you safely stored it into your sleeve, just to be safe.

“You’ll have a heart attack if you get anymore pissy.” Trevor lilted.

“That’s rich coming from you.” Your words coming out hotter than the sun. He cackled at how quickly you responded, with offense as well.

“Ohh… We have some good laughs.”

You glared. Suddenly the urge to stab him was greater than before. He was severally getting on your last nerves now, and he knows it.

“You know damn well it wasn’t all shits and giggles.” You bombarded.

Trevor raised a bushy eyebrow and leaned closer, “For me… It was. And still is.”

Firstly, he ordered you to “scatter”. Secondly, he manages to jump scare you… Also forcing you out of the car in the process. Thirdly, the keys have been confiscated by him. But for what cost? You were once again greeted by his inconsiderate lack of logic. The sickly smirk has made you internally go into cardiac arrest more than hundred times. You never felt so angry about someone in your life, it was… Deadening.

A long sigh left your departed lips.

“You’re killing me here, Trev.” His nickname stung with every syllable you managed to slur out.

Trevor took this as a dare. He leaned closer so your body was pressed against the car while he cornered you. The murderous fingers of his would hold onto your shoulders. His mannerism became sharp and aggressive. There was motives behind them crazed eyes and you slowly adjusted the knife that was hidden beneath your sleeve.

“Is that so?” He dangerously whispered, “Because what I can recall? You are so fuckin’ lucky to be standing here alive, sweetie. Be thankful I’m giving you the income to provide a shitty home.”

Inspecting a lie, you sucked in your lips and ogled the disorderliness of his skin. There were blisters erupting around his eyebrow and cheeks. He was utterly disgusting, and he was a bad liar.

“Income? Well, I don’t see any income today.”

Apparently that was enough to make Trevor gruesomely scowl. He lowered his head until his breath penetrated your forehead. His words came out like venom.

“Don’t be ungrateful, you little-“ You couldn’t help but snatch the knife from your sleeve. In swift motion, you directed the blade to his neck. The edge barely pierced his skin but if you added anymore pressure, it could.

Trevor gasped as you portrayed the weapon towards him. The steel gently grazed his skin, and for the first time, he backed away from an argument. Trevor gawked the knife and then leered at you with crossness. How dare you hold a knife at him? The audacity seemed very prejudiced to him.

“Put it down.” He demanded.

You only extended the weapon to make more distance between you. By all means, it wasn’t a good knife. The blade was rusty and there was not much stability holding it together, yet you held it confidently and hoped Trevor would comply and proceed to return the keys.

“Give me the keys.”

Trevor squinted his eyes, “Put the knife down first.”

You shook your head.

His jaw clenched in frustration. Trevor’s pockets were weapons empty. He didn’t foreshadow this to happen and was very surprised by it. You’ve never held a weapon to him before. Yeah, sure, you’ve threatened to… But you never took it for granted. He didn’t know what to say. Trevor stood a cars length away from you, staring and observing like an eagle. Something made it exciting for him. He watched you like an action movie, simply waiting for your next move.

“And what are you gonna do with that?” Bullied the meth-head as he began noticing how little of a blade it was. However, you could tell he was desperately diffusing the tension considering he only stepped backwards when you move forward.

“Put the keys down and leave.” You disclosed, hoping he’d give up the act.

“[y/n]…”

“Give me the damn keys!”

Trevor trampled closer, suddenly he wasn’t intimidated by the small knife of yours. He made you back up against the car again before you could react.

“Trevor,” You begged, “Just give me the keys. That’s all I ask.”

“[y/n]. Drop the knife.” He sniggered at the blade in your hand. It was threatening to cut his distorted “cut here” tattoo that sinisterly stained his neck. Trevor enclosed the space, no sign of fear behind his grin. The knife was misplaced into his hand but instead of harming you, it dropped onto the floor. There was no words to describe how confused you felt. Your eyes followed the weapon before he forced you to look up. Anger dominated his pupils into dilating. Normally he’d verbally attack you when it got intense but this time, he brought his face closer and slammed his dry lips against yours.

You were stupefied. As your lips connected, it sent electronic signals down your spine; your stomach turning rapidly, fingers shaking, throat swelling up. The kiss was so long and perplexing. You didn’t seem to pull away. No matter how furious you felt seconds ago, the kiss baffled you into feeling nothing. His nose unconsciously brushed against yours and his scent came bolting up your nostrils. It wasn’t weird for Trevor to smell horrible but when you couldn’t help but breathe him, the mixture of alcohol and sweat turned sweet... Beneath the ugliness, you could also identify cheap cologne that smelt of burning wood and damp trees.

The reality settled deep into your gut and you brushed away from his lips, gasping for holy air after the scandalous moment of intimacy. It felt sinful, wicked, criminal. Trevor’s eyes flustered open after your withdrawal. He could a glimpse of your staggered face and grinned.

“Caught you off guard?”

It was unsettling now you’ve come to the aftermath.

“Why?” Insisting for a reason, you wiped his DNA off your lips, “Why did you… Do that?”

Trevor surveyed the way your mouth moved along with the words. He found himself deeply attentive to how you engage your teeth and tongue. Whether or not he has lost his mind, he didn’t care. He leaned closer to you without answering your question. It was a staring competition to be won. You goggled his brown eyes and noticed how flushed his cheeks are. Trevor made contact with your nose, gently smearing the tip of his bottom lip on it. He rubbed and breathed harshly in your face, the hot breath once again making you hold back a cough.

Whatever he was doing, you were astounded.

“Trevor…” You pled for an answer.

His lips trailed down your nose and reached your mouth. He gave you one last ounce of eye contact then hurried in for a deeper kiss. You clashed and conflicted enough to give in and break down the barrier. Having his tainted lips suck the life out of you was wrongly pleasurable. You were previously stubbed against the car, now you were resting, almost sloped like a ramp. Trevor’s greedy hands slandered your waist, his nails examining the fabrics of your shirt, hiking for the hem so he could freely roam. You were hesitant until the kiss intoxicated you enough into guiding his hands underneath. The Voltic shock you experienced when his cold fingers compressed pressure upon your stomach, it made you gasp against his lips. Trevor entranced deeper with the closeness that saliva merged from the edges of your mouth. He tried to untangle the belt circulating your trousers but you pulled away momentarily.

He wasn’t disappointed, he just gave you a stupid smirk.

“You can’t handle me, [y/n]?” Appealed Trevor.

You breathed heavily and shook your head.

The man obviously knew your answer before you could say anything and rolled his eyes. He was still scarily close.

“You can handle me,” Trevor alleged as he caught sight of the saliva string from your red lips, “You’ve handled me at my worse… Come handle me at my best.”

There wasn’t enough air to puff since he slammed himself back against you, this time, he held no intensions of leaving. The hand that was tucked under your shirt began crawling and exploring more. He kneaded every single inch of your curves and waist. The only thing stopping him from asserting his predatory would be the bra, and he seemed very intrigued with it. While you were disorientated with the passionate kiss, he clawed at your bra straps until he felt a small clip. It was loosened and Trevor brushed it away so he could mangle with your exposed breasts. You felt this all happen from under your clothes and didn’t stop it… The sensation of his palm brutally assaulting your nipples were delightful in evil ways. You’d catch small breaths while devouring his hasty lips again, absolutely adrift with the tension created between you both… Months’ worth of tension, and it was finally being delt with.

A sharp pain sparked as he squeezed your left nipple. You detangled from the kiss and cried his name pathetically. Trevor smirked and only made it worse considering he began torturing your other nipple.

Luckily it was night-time, and luckily this was a privately owned airspace. There wasn’t any sign of human life apart from you and Trevor. However, the aircraft lights were reflective and you could visualise a motorway a few dusty trails down, but you’d doubt anyone would see since you were sheltered in a shadowed corner.

Trevor began growing tired of the restraint your shirt had on his playtime. He grabbed your jaw and hooked the collar over your head, revealing your fully mangled stomach and breasts. Your black bra was hanging from your lower arms and it dropped onto the floor once the shirt was ripped away from your body. The cold air made you quiver but Trevor was eager to rescue you. He caressed your cups and held them with admiration. It was his first time seeing your breasts… The nipples were red and bruised from his hands already, and your stomach was already blushed in a rosy tilt since he had rubbed his dirty fingers all over it.

“Ohhh… You are so fuckin’ gorgeous, [y/n].” He traced lust within his voice. Trevor squeezed your tits and forced them to bounce, making you grunt occasionally. His swollen lips twitched into a sly grin, “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding these babies from me…” He raised his hands and slapped your right breast exotically. You moaned in pain before he lifted up your chin and fondled your cheeks. Trevor signalled you to keep your head up as he returned to your breasts, leaning closer and closer until he shoved his face between them.

“Trevor…” You muffled.

He licked long strips upwards and around your abused tits. Trevor’s tongue leaved routes of his saliva and goo. He painted you in his DNA and came to a stop when he began grinding his teeth against the tip of your nipple, the nipples he twisted and squeezed.

“Oh, oh…” The pain was throbbing, but so was your pussy. You watched him destroy you as the pain transformed into unhinged pleasure. His teeth was so sharp and showed no mercy to your sensitive skin. He chewed, sucked, licked, bit, before standing up straight. His eyes remained fixated on your temple with a sight of worship and dandy cravings.

Sweat trickled from your hairline thanks to his playfulness. You took a deep breath and spoke, “I hate your guts,” The words made him snicker uncontrollably. Trevor dismayed your insults and caressed your chin with his filthy thumb.

“Mhm, no you don’t, sugar.” Menaced the criminal who gathered enough confidence to gently stick his thumb between your closed lips. He tilted his head and watched the way your lips swallowed his thumb whole. He waited until he could feel the dampness of your tongue before smirking, thinking he was worthy of your tenderness.

You tried to refrain his thumb from entering but you fell ill, and sucked him seconds after. Your teeth bitterly wounded his surface skin, making Trevor wince at the affliction and snatch his hand back from your evil mouth. His mouth opened, in an angry manner, to presumably yell at you for chewing on his thumb, but since you were inches away from each other, it was easy to lean in and shut him up with a hungry kiss.

Hesitant and confused, he was not used to someone making a first move. Trevor looked shell-shocked when you dominatingly forced your lips together. The achiness of your teeth marks on his thumb faded, almost as though your kiss healed him completely. He staggered forward and pressed his groin against yours. His breathing was impulsive and it grew thick and heavy when you began cradling him by the waist. You wanted this, he realised, you really wanted this. There was nothing holding him back anyway, all his grudges seemed silly and boy-like now. The awakening threw him over his toes. Trevor deepened the kiss to frustrate the idea that he had been so awfully dismissive of his sexual exasperation of you and your petty mouth. He used to masturbate alone at night thinking of the way you’d get angry at him. It made him even more pissed when you refused to accept his random acts of kindness on some occasions… It made him think you like it rough. Trevor had fantasies where you encourage his possessive and angry nature by domestically and ferally making love to you. He could see it in your eyes whenever he pissed you off.

This is where he falls into an entrance that he took no acknowledgement of your unhitched breathing.

You once again failed to hold your breath longer and removed your lips from his desperate ones. It only made it worse when he continued to kiss down your neck due to your departure. Trevor held no exception to taking breaks and would throw you into the lions den after assaulting your skin with his mouth and hideous tongue. He would to kiss further down to where your breasts were, but you had to stop him. You needed more.

Trevor blurted out a pitiful gasp as you grabbed his neck, compelling him to face you. His eyes hungrily found yours and he began grinning like a sick freak.

“Mhm… Keep it up, I like this…” He opposed to the hand around his neck.

You tightened your grip and weakly dictated with broken words, “M’no… More, I need more.”

He raised an eyebrow, “You need more, baby?” You nodded and he licked his teeth, “I’ll give you more.”

The sentence was cut short once he held you hostage in his unshaven arms that were smothered in scars and battle marks (from whatever situation he finds himself in). He flipped you onto the hood of your car, gaining full sight of your lying down position. He licked his lips and dived forward, snatching your belt and ripping it off the belt loops, proceeding to damage your clothing without a care in the world. The belt dropped onto the dusty road beneath the car and he finally had free access to pull down your trousers.

“Oh God…” You whispered.

Trevor snickered quietly, “That ain’t my name, sweetie.” He draped the trousers until it hung loosely around your ankles. You had the luck of wearing quite provocative panties. The surprise made Trevor rub his hands together like a traditional pimp.

“No, no.” You crossed your eyebrows and antagonised his chest with your foot. Trevor scoffed until you spoke again, “Take your shirt off, take it off. This ain’t fair.”

“Ahhh, you wanna get into the romantic mood, sweetcheeks?” His fingers slowly dissected his collar and you experienced whiplash when he threw it off his shoulder rapidly. He outstretched his arms in the process and you caught the full insight of his bodily structure.

It was unusually pretty and masculine. His lifestyle did not match the body he had. There were well-defined muscles settled in his bicep and hidden underneath the hairy chest. If he took a big breath in, the abs would form effortlessly before returning to it’s usual place. Trevor moved forward again and crawled over you, ignoring the fact you were both on the hood of your car. It jiggled and made noises of struggle but he took your mind off it when he gave you the VIP view of his torso. Trevor impressively sustained a great matter of exercise since his collarbone and shoulders were wide and balanced with pure muscle. As he lied over you, pecking small kisses around your breasts again, you took the opportunity to feel his physique, especially around his shoulder blades.

He shuddered when your fingers scaled across the lining of his bones. Trevor shakingly paused, biting his lip and glanced up at you. He stared through his eyebrows.

“I wanna do some nasty things to you, [y/n].” His voice was hoarse and throaty, “I always wanted to see how nasty you like it.”

You weren’t fazed, to be honest, as he was a man of disturbance and mayhem. You’d be mortified if he wasn’t a nasty bastard.

“What do you want to do?” You inquired with a seductive grin.

Trevor dragged you down the hood so your feet just about touched the ground. His groin defaced your stomach and he looked down at you, a deep purr occurring from his throat.

“Mhm… I wanna love every inch of you… Fuck, I really wanna fuck your tits, [y/n]… Then I wanna fuck you senselessly.”

You sucked in your cheeks and blushed at how longing he sounded. You understood the idea quickly and shakingly held your breasts together, noticing how sore and beaten they really are from Trevor’s fun earlier.

You heard a zip, and it wasn’t hard to be strongly aware of his dick as Trevor was practically sitting on your stomach. It was in despair, hopeless, threatening to seize out pre-cum while the tip brightened in colour. He gave it a small rub before dropping it onto your chest. The skin to skin contact was so intimate that you could only hear yours and his breathing.

Trevor nudged his hips forward and jolted the penis between your breasts, treating it like an extra pair of pussy, immersing in the warmth and built up tension of sweat. He panted and held his hands over yours that exacted your tits. He caressed your knuckles while thrusting in and out of your boobs, warming himself up so when it came to your clit, he knew exactly how to roll and treat you.

“God… God!” He’d hush, “I-I wish we’d have done this… Fuck… Done this sooner, [y/n].” Your name on his tongue was raucous and frantic.

Knocking in and out, you heard the slapping from his tip to your breasts, and it would increase in pitch every heavy thrust. The friction was enough to make you choke back a moan, but it seems Trevor earned himself a rightful reason to, sucking out keen wails.

“Keep going.” You encouraged and praised, “Keep… Fuck, Trevor…”

He panted like a dog and kept on rocking his hips. He’d look at you and ask repeatedly if he’s good enough while beating himself to your tits. Saliva would drool from his mouth and submerged into a puddle on your collarbone and temple.

“O-Oh! [y/n]!”

Trevor’s cock shrivelled and twitched as he came onto your boobs. His cum trickled upon your skin, the burning semen pleasurably making him have spasms, his eyes falling upwards and nostrils flaring… His fingers locked with yours, ignoring the mutual level of sweat between you both. He cried out.

“OOHH! Fuck, fuck YES!” A complete mess, really, he was anything but sturdy.

He pulled himself away from your chest and leaned over to breathe. You smirked at him. The upturn of your smirk immediately gave him motivation. The man grabbed your ass into his hands before pushing you further up of the hood again. His nails pierced your skin lightly, but wasn’t enough to make you cry out in pain.

“Trevor-“ You chuckled.

He returned a deep growl. His cock was still dangling between his thighs as he slowly took off your underwear. You inhaled sharply when he used his thumb to feel how wet you are, and of course you received a very animalistic smirk. He pressed his thumb and felt your pulse, nodding in approval.

“Mhm, good girl, you’re ready for me.”

Your mouth built up tons of saliva as for your nervousness and anticipation. It clogged the back of your throat, stopping you from speaking to Trevor- who came to understand the issue… In addition, his eyes lit up and leaned closer to your mouth, he grinned at you, urging something disgusting as he whispered directly against your wobbly lips.

“Don’t be shy… I don’t mind getting dirty, baby. You can spit.” He referred to himself. The request made you blink a few times but it seems he was getting impatience and roughly gripped your jaw, exacting you to his standards. The next command made you shiver…

“Spit.”

Preparing for the shot, he smiled with his full-sets of teeth and waited until he heard you make the “ppftt” sound, and to be greeted by the warm shot of your saliva that slowly drooled and splattered across his nose and lips. Trevor’s erection twitched even further and he licked your slaver without a bother. It was truly a sight.

“Good girl…” His purrs were velvety and sexual. Leaning closer, you kissed his lips to reintroduce yourself to the romantic atmosphere. He pressed against you. His dick was already loaded with another lot, screaming for more coverage from your body. It made Trevor grunt through the kiss and he couldn’t help but line himself up.

He pulled away and exhaled on your cheek, “Arentcha a pretty thing, hm? Open your legs wider, [y/n], you’ll never forget this night. You’ll think twice about hating me now.”

The irony was, his hands were already separating your legs more, finding a way to violate you even more, but with delight and beauty. He rubbed your pussy one more time before pushing in and gasping at how dangerously good you felt.

“Trevor!” You moaned, grasping his shoulders.

“Oh… Oh! Oh fuck me!”

“Trevor…”

He grumbled and nibbled his lip while thrusting in and out. His hands squeezed your inner thighs, caressing and sometimes slapping the extra skin that wobbled at his impact. You were lied there in complete haze, shrieking his name that echoed throughout the empty airfield.

“[y/n], [y/n], [y/n]…” It was odd hearing him say your name in an ecstatic tone. You were so used to anger, violence, abuse. I suppose your history made the sex more enjoyable. Trevor moved his hips in a freestyle pace, endangering himself into the sloppy mindset where he just needs to feel you and hear you. Nothing felt so wrong and right until now.

“Trevor, please!-“ Every cry seemed satisfying to his deranged ears. He watched your tits shake as he toyed your body whenever he slams back into your clit, feasting like a pest.

Your fingers injected into his neck with muscle. More spit developed as you were panting and gasping so much. You gripped his neck harder and made him look at you. As you launched another shot of saliva, he clenched his jaw and allowed it to splatter his eyebrow and sideburns. It would leak down his cheek and jaw, recreating a tear drop. Trevor whined when you kept choking him. He pushed himself to the maximum and dived in and out of your clit. There was no way to describe how aggressive he was being. Your head would shake back and forth while he uses you and treats you like a ragdoll. You were sure the car would not start after this activity.

“Oh, please! Oh God! Ooohhhh!” He was agitated in his upcoming climax. Trevor would not hesitate to exploit your clit, being a pervert and bruising your insides into earning a well-deserved reaction of pained moans of his name.

“TREVOR!” You were getting closer and closer now. So was he.

“Oh, oh shit. I love you, I love you! M-Mama-“ His breathing shook and his legs began spazzing like crazy.

All it took was one more push.

“TREV- SHIT!” It all came rushing out like a waterfall. He whimpered when your fluids coated his cock in the process of fucking you. The absolute untamed tension after painting his dick was demonising considering he face planted into your breasts, pathetically thrusting with weak motions. His tiresome thrusts would occur and made him finish off in your thighs, brushing himself with a good old thigh job since he was too emotional and in bliss to be mobile.

“Oh, please… Mama, oh… [y/n], [y/n]. PLEASE!“ There was deprivation behind his moans. It muffled through your tits while he continued rubbing himself against your burning thighs.

You reached forward and stroked his thin hair, wiping away the sweat that was streaming down his forehead. “Good boy…” You whisper.

And apparently the whisper had set him off.

Trevor choked out in sheer desire as his dick unloaded his largest lot of cum. It seeped on your thigh, some of it dripping onto the hood of your car. It was a dramatic scene since he hunched backwards, rubbing the last put of friction to compete his orgasm. You watched him intently while returning to your usual blood pressure.

“AH! I LOVE YOU!” He continued.

Furthermore, he lurked back to you and leaned his bare hips against the car lights. He observed your body and wiped away any snot and tears he couldn’t control throughout the affections.

Trevor snickered, “I’m not even mad about the heist now.” You nodded, “I’m glad we got our affairs in order, hotlips…” He clicked his tongue and fondled your waist, “I’ll be seeing you again, very soon.”

Within a blink of an eye, he returned your car keys and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s getting’ late, [y/n]. I know you get cranky when you don’t have your 8 hours of beauty sleep.” He bullied again.

“Shut up, Philips…”

He licked his upper lip, staring into your dazed eyes, “I love when you call me that.”

“I know.” You smiled.

The response made Trevor chuckle quietly. He nodded his head before putting his trousers and shirt back on. The silence was comforting instead of awkward. Trevor helped find the bra that was isolated on the floor and offered to clip it for you. As his fingers made contact with your back, it made you fall back into him affectionately. He hummed and embraced you from behind. The mouth behind your ear spoke.

“I never hated you.”

Shaking your head, a small whisper brainlessly fell out of your throat.

“I never hated you either.”

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[thatdamnmutt-exe]

My Kind Of Love • Trevor Philips

Plot:

On the way to Los Santos from Sandy Shores, a certain songs plays on the radio that gets the pair going.

Pairing:

Trevor Philips x Masc!OC

Warnings:

Car Sex, Fingering, Hand Fetish, Praise mixed with Degradation, Needy Reader, Needy Trevor

Song:

“Leave me with nothin’ when

I come down.”

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“Watch over the place Ron, make sure Wade doesn’t break or fuck anything up. Me and Jynx are just going to Los Santos for a little get away.” Trevor said into his phone while speeding down the road.

Jynx was mindlessly typing away on his phone, slightly listening to his older boyfriend boss around his employees. Jynx hummed to the music, softly singing along.

Jynx stops singing after he hears a certain song that played the other night during his and Trevor’s fun times, letting himself fall back into a flashback.

Rough hands trailed down Jynx’s body, grasping the soft flesh as he did. “Trevor…” Jynx gasped, his nails digging into the older’s arms.

“What do you want baby? You like these hands along your body?” Trevor teased, the tips of his fingers trailing along the outside of the younger’s cunt.

Jynx’s breath trembled, his core throbbing with need. “Stop teasing me. I want your hands all over me.” He begged.

“Jynx… Jynx!” Fingers snapped in front of the younger’s face, pulling him out of the memory. Jynx looked towards Trevor, his cheeks flushed and red.

“Y-Yeah?” He said with a sharp breath, embarrassed to get caught up in such a moment. His eyes moved to look at Trevor’s hands, admiring how rough and rugged they were.

Trevor’s words almost went in one ear and out the other but Jynx managed to pay attention. “What are you thinking about? I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes.” He looked from Jynx before looking back at the road.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." His voice was quiet, his gaze rested on Trevor's hands, admiring how rough they looked. They had cuts and bruises that shown from his last fight.

Trevor gave Jynx a weird look before noticing the song that was playing and his spaced out stare at his hands. The older smiled to himself as he caught on.

He moved his hand down to rest on Jynx's thigh, his finger tracing lightly on the soft skin. His hands rubbed the younger’s thighs, moving higher as he did.

Jynx snapped out of his trace with a sudden jolt, “Trevor!” He said breathlessly. The older ignored Jynx’s sudden movement, moving his hand to rub against Jynx’s clothed pussy, earning him a low moan.

“You thinking about last night? Oh you slutty boy- can’t get enough of Uncle T, huh?” Trevor chuckled as two fingers pushed up against Jynx’s clothed cunt, rubbing in between the slit, gaining small moans.

Jynx’s hands instinctively moved to hold onto Trevor’s arm as his skilled fingers worked their magic. “The song- mmm- made me miss your hands on me.” He replied.

Trevor smirked at Jynx, “You like my hands that much? You want to get off on just my fingers again baby?" He asked, cockiness clearly showing in his features.

Trevor's fingers moved up from Jynx's center and moved under his shorts. "No panties today? Were you planning something?" He teased as his rough fingers made contact with the already swollen nub.

“I always have to be prepared with you, Trev. You like to randomly do this, mmm, shit.” Jynx’s hands held tightly to the older’s arm. His thighs closed around Trevor’s hand as sudden pleasure flew through his body.

Trevor could only chuckle as he moved his fingers faster perfectly on Jynx’s clit. “And you love it~ Otherwise you wouldn’t be here with me.” He moves his fingers to slide between Jynx’s folds and eventually sinks into his cunt.

He angles his fingers to get that best spot, basically having it memorized by now. Jynx’s head fell back against the seat as his legs began to shake. “Ah fuck- Trevor, don’t stop!”

His fingernails dug into Trevor’s arm as his climax quickly approached. With Trevor’s assaulting fingers working wonders on the spongy spot, it didn’t take much longer for Jynx to be spilt over the edge. His juices coated Trevor’s fingers as he rode out his high.

Trevor pressed down a bit on the spongy spot, making his boyfriend squirt. “Oh! Oh God, Trevor!” Jynx’s legs spasmed from the intensity of his pleasure. After a few moments, Trevor removed his fingers and licked up the remains.

Jynx was breathless and now flustered, knowing that Trevor is always going to use his hand fetish against him. “You taste amazing, and once we get to a good spot, I will be eating you out until I’m satisfied. Fuck baby, you’re my favorite food.”

“Oh my god shut up.” Jynx turned the music up and looked back out the windows, trying to ignore his cocky boyfriend.

Trevor’s hand went to rest on Jynx’s thigh, interlocking with Jynx’a hand in the process. “I love you so much.”

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“My kind of love.”

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[girlsandgta]

hii there! is there anway i can request a Lamar x fem! reader (smut cx) of helping him get rid of his morning wood? :0 ur fics/hcs are amazing so far im obsessed 😩

WAKE UP

It’d been a long night. You and Lamar had met up with Frank, Michael and Trevor, and spent the night in various nightclubs and bars. Lamar was completely wasted, so you decided to take him home early.

You opened the door to your apartment and walked Lamar inside.

He turned to you. His words were slurred as he spoke, and his movements were clumsy. "Thanks,”

"No problem. You need help getting to bed?"

"If that means you staying, then yes.”

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?” He pouted, looking down at you.

"Lamar, you're drunk."

"So are you! It’s fine.” He laughed, pulling you to bed.

You rolled your eyes and followed him. He was insanely drunk, tripping over himself like a toddler. It’d be a miracle if he wasn’t hungover tomorrow.

“Come here,” he slurred, patting the bed. You laid down next to him.

You were lying on your side, staring into his deep brown eyes.

He leaned closer, and you could feel his breath on your face.

And then his head dropped onto your stomach. He was asleep.

You sighed and pulled the covers over the both of you.

After a long night of tossing and turning with Lamar wrapped around you, it was finally the morning. You woke up to Lamar laying on his side, facing away from you. Sitting up, and looking for your phone you looked over at him. He looks so peaceful, forgetting the chaos he caused last night. Luckily, you’d recorded it all.

After staring at him for a while, you noticed something. A lump under the covers. It took you a minute to figure out what it was. You covered your mouth, laughing at your unconscious boyfriend.

"Wake up, Lamar," you said, pushing his shoulder.

He groaned, rolling onto his stomach.

“Seems you’ve got a little problem.” You said, giggling at him.

His eyes widened. He sat up, his head hitting the wall. He rubbed the back of his head and looked down at his crotch.

He sighed, obviously annoyed, before looking at you.

“I mean, you wanna help?” He winked, grinning in your direction.

You smiled, pushing him onto his back.

You moved so you were on top of him. You leaned down, your lips just barely touching his.

He smiled against your lips, placing his hands on your hips.

You kissed him softly, feeling his arms wrap around your waist. You pulled away from him, looking down at his crotch. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you slowly grinded against it.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, looking down.

You smirked, watching as he threw his head back.

You pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor, before doing the same to yours. You leaned forward and began kissing his neck.

Lamar moaned, holding you closer.

You sat up, unbuttoning his pants. He watched you, his face red.

Pulling his boxers down, you licked your lips. His dick looked sore from how hard it was. He needed this. Lamar bit his lip, watching as you slowly took him into your mouth.

"Shit," he mumbled, running his hands through your hair.

You looked up at him as you started sucking him off, watching him moan and buck his hips.

His grip on your hair tightened. He was close, and you could tell.

You bobbed your head, moving your hands to his thighs. You moved your hands in small circles, massaging his skin.

He threw his head back, and he pushed your head down. You choked slightly, and you heard him moan.

He let go of your hair, and you lifted your head up.

Lamar was panting, and his tattooed chest was rising and falling quickly.

“Fuck!” He said between breaths, smiling at you.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, and climbed up next to him.

“Movie?” He suggested, wrapping an arm around you.

“Yeah.” You said, resting your head on his chest.

A lazy day was definitely a good idea after last night.

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