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dinogoofymutated · 4 months

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NSFW!nightcrawler/GN!AFAB!reader

This is my fic for mine and @pompeii-for-elephants ' fic exchange!! Hope you like it!!! I know I said I was surprised at myself when I wrote the cable smut, but this??? HOT DAYMN. Also, special thanks to @blue-devil-of-the-lord for their guide on german phrases for Kurt!

TWS: MNDI!!! Very tender Sex, PNV sex, shower handjobs, praise, cowgirl position, Nipple sucking, creampie. Kurt Wagner marry me I'm begging you

You hated goodbyes, but worse than the goodbyes was the waiting. The nail-biting, anxious, unbelievably horrid waiting.

Kurt had been off on a mission with Logan and Rogue for about two weeks. You know it could be worse, understanding that some of these missions can take months at a time, but still. It was hard, being away from him for so long. You worried constantly about how he was, if he was okay, and if he needed anything. The moments where your mind was busy were moments of relief, as when you let your mind wander it always wandered back to him.

You’ve just dismissed your class for the day when Jean psychically gives you confirmation that the group of them would be coming home today, and you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. You’re almost done grading assignments when you hear the jet above the school and practically scramble out of your chair. You hastily turn off the light and close the door, speed-walking down the hallway and then down the stairs to the bottom floor. You’re almost at the steps of the basement when you hear a *Bamf!* from behind you. You practically skid to a stop, whipping around and catching sight of Kurt with an excited smile.

You’re the first to tackle him into a hug. He hisses in a bit of pain, and you quickly try to pull away when you realize that he’s hurting. He’s not having any of it though, keeping you held tightly against his chest as he holds you close.

“Ich habe dich vermisst.” Kurt says, pressing his face into your hair and breathing you in. “I went to your classroom, but it seems that I had been just a tad too late.” You laugh at that, giving him a gentle squeeze before pulling away just enough to see his face. His smile is contagious, and you cup his cheek lovingly, rubbing your thumb against a dark bruise that looks to be forming under his cheekbone.

“Sorry to lead you on a chase. How are you feeling?” You ask. Kurt hums, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm.

“Better now that I’ve seen you, Schatz.” You cock an eyebrow at that, and all he does is give you an innocent smile, albeit a tired one. You’re trying to be reasonable here, but god if it wasn't for a wave of cuteness aggression. You catch his lips in a kiss, so very thankful to have him back home. Kurt eagerly returns it, and you’ve certainly forgotten that this is still a school at this point. On cue, there’s a cough from somewhere behind you, and you separate from Kurt, only slightly embarrassed to be caught. It’s Logan, giving the two of you a knowing look and a bit of a smirk as he crosses his arms.

“Sorry to interrupt the reunion, but you’re still needed for the mission report, elf.” Logan says. Kurt winces, and you frown at the thought of being away from him again. But, procedures were in place for a reason. Kurt kisses you on the cheek, taking your hands in his just briefly before he has to leave.

The whole afternoon has gone by with Kurt still caught up with his responsibilities. You’re getting ready for the shower with only a towel wrapped around you when you hear Kurt enter your shared room. He gives you a greeting that sounds tired, and you can’t help but peek out of the bathroom door, spotting sweet Kurt as he sighs and sits on the bed, exhausted. You try not to stare as he begins to take off his suit, but it’s admittedly hard. You frown at seeing his exhaustion, and the dark purple bruises that he reveals as he peels out of the clothing. You think for a moment, but come up with something you decide was more than fair.

“I’ll see you as soon as I can, Ja?” He whispers. You nodd, smiling in a way you hope is rather reassuring. He smiles back, before following Logan back into the basement.

“Hey, Kurt?” You ask sweetly, leaning against the doorway.

“Yes, love?” He asks. He does a double take when he looks up, giving you a tired smile once his surprise wears off.

“Join me?” You add on. His bright smile is all you need as an answer, and he scrambles to get out of the suit faster as you walk back into the bathroom. He teleports behind you as you start the water, dragging you backward into his arms to make you giggle.

“Let me help you with that, Mein Schatz.” Kurt says as he unravels the towel from you. He hangs it on the rack before turning back to you, and you can’t help but get closer to him, holding his face in your hands as you place a kiss on his forehead. His yellow eyes watch you fondly, his hands falling on your hips and his tail swaying happily as you hold him. Your hands stroke his cheekbones, before trailing down to his chest, rubbing your thumbs across his collarbones as you look at the bruises on his chest and abdomen. You frown, trailing a hand to the area to gingerly stroke the skin.

“You let Hank check you out?” You ask. Kurt nods, taking your hand in his own and pressing it over his heart.

“Alles ist gut, Don’t worry for me, Liebchen. I’ll heal soon enough.” He says, and you sigh at him, giving him a concerned look. Kurt had always been a defender and protector, and yet he still brushed off his aches and pains. Even now he stands here, telling you not to worry. He gives you a sheepish smile, brushing a hand through your hair soothingly.

“It’s wash night. Let me wash your hair for you?” He asks. You smile, but shake your head before pulling him to the shower.

“I was hoping I could take care of you tonight.” You say. Kurt simply chuckles in response, following you into the warm stream of water. You start by washing his hair, being careful around his ears and eyes when you rinse. Kurt has no complaints as you lavish him with attention, almost purring as you wash him and cover him in suds. You turn him around to wash his back, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades before continuing. You can’t help but be a little cheeky, hands trailing down south, teasing the skin around his hipbones before sliding back to grab a handful of his ass. Kurt jumps a little but only laughs, his tail swatting your hands away.

“Cheeky.” He remarks, and you can tell he’s smiling. You let out a small “Can you blame me?” before your hands travel back around his front. You kiss the back of his neck sweetly as your hands wander up and down his abdomen. Kurt sighs as he leans back into you, relaxing in your arms.

Your hands begin to wander, trailing down to his cock as you just barely brush your fingers along his length. Kurt gasps, tail curling around one of your thighs as his head leans back.

“Schatz…”

“Tell me to stop, and I will.” You whisper into his ear, hands moving to his thighs, tracing the sensitive skin. “I know you’re tired, so just… let me know.”

“No... no. Please, continue.” He begs, the tip of his tail swaying idly between your thighs. You kiss the skin below his ear as you begin to caress him again, gently stroking him to hardness amongst the soapy suds. His gasps and choked moans are lighting a fire inside of you as you stoke the one in him. You nip and suck on the sensitive skin of his ear, addicted to the feeling of him against you, and the sounds he makes in your hold.

He lets out a curse as you thumb the head of his cock, collecting a bead of precum as you stroke it back down his shaft. Your other hand drifts a bit lower, teasing his balls before you give them a gentle squeeze. Kurt lets out a little “-ah!” and a whine as you build him closer and closer to the finish line. His cock twitches in your hands, his breath coming in shaky pants. His hands reach back for your thighs, clenching and unclenching as he reaches closer to his peak. You pick up the pace of your strokes, and he lets out a loud whine when he cums. You stroke and kiss him through it, sucking a hickey into his skin as his hips thrust and legs shake. His cum coats your fingers when you’re finished, sticky and creamy in consistency.

“Feel better?” You ask. Kurt chuckles in response, taking one of your hands in his own, still coated in his cum. He kisses it before ducking it into the stream of water, cleaning your hands off before he turns around and kisses you. His tail wraps around your waist as he draws you as close as possible, only letting you go once he's had his fill.

“Let me have you,” He whispers. “Please.” You're breathless at the words, biting your lip as you think it over. You kiss him again, and then a second time for good measure.

“I don't want you to strain yourself. You've had a long day.” You tell him. Kurt pouts at you. His tail tightens slightly around your waist. You sigh with a smile at the look he gives you, his eyes half-lidded and needy.

“Okay, but I just want you to lay back and relax, alright? Let me do the work.” Your palms are set on his pecs, slowly sliding up and down the area. “Let me take care of you for a change.” You whisper. Kurt smiles at you, his tail unwrapping from your waist as he backs you up to the wall of the shower. He's got you cornered into the wall, and he brings a hand up, shutting off the water after pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“As you wish.” He says.

It's hard to keep up with what's happening between the shower and the bed, but once his back hits the sheets, you're engulfing him in love and praise, thankful to have him home and happy to serve him pleasure on a silver platter.

“You're so pretty, Kurt.” You hum, actively kissing across his fuzzy abs, a hand tracing the soft hair of his happy trail as you pay extra attention to the deep bruises he came home with. Kurt’s chest heaves, his hands clenching the pillow at his head as you lavish him in attention. The sight of him was stunning. Deep blue skin and pretty black curls… Kurt gasps underneath you as you drag your teeth bluntly across his nipple, and you can't help but smile at the sound. He's rock hard underneath you, flushed a pretty purple at his tip as his cock stands at attention. You don't let him stay painfully hard, stroking him slowly to scratch that itch he so desperately deserves to have scratched.

One of his hands unclenches from the pillow as you start to press kisses to his cock, teasing and licking the skin. The limb flexes by his hip, and you take the invitation to lace his fingers between your own. It was a bit awkward to figure out when the two of you first started dating, but there was no mountain you weren't willing to climb if it meant returning the love he gave you in such abundance. You know he would do the same for you if the roles were reversed. You stroke him a few final times, kissing the sensitive head of his cock and sucking it into your mouth as one last effort to hear him whine before you’re straddling him.

You grind your wet folds against his cock, perhaps a little more sensitive than usual. Kurt's lost in a world of pleasure, desperately trying to keep his eyes open to watch you. You're absolutely soaked, already feeling like you could take him in entirely, but you continue to grind against him, spreading your slick across his shaft to make sure that there won't be any struggle on either end. His other hand comes down to rest on your hip, kneading the skin as you move. You squeeze your intertwined hands, resting your free one on top of the one he's placed on your hip.

“I love your hands, you know that?” You murmur. Kurt responds with a moan as his hips jerk up, moving against yours. “-and your arms, your tail, and fuzz and- a-ah…” You bite your lip as the head of his cock catches on your clit. You're beginning to get impatient, even though you were the one who chose this pace in the first place. He just felt so good and warm against you- hitting all the right spots without even being inside you yet.

“Please, love, let me- hng… I enjoy your words, and your praise, but perhaps too much. Spare me, please.” Kurt breathes. His grip on your hip has gotten rather tight, his tail winding around your thigh once again, like he does when he doesn't quite know what to do with it. He's waiting for you, you realize, and you want to do nothing more than kiss him silly.

Instead, you do exactly what he asks for, and spare him. The head of his cock notches against your slit before he slides in without any effort, settling in comfortably for the both of you. Both of your moans greet the air at the action, surprised at the utter lack of resistance. You'd think that you'd have to be well prepared for this kind of thing, but no, seems that all you needed was Kurt.

“That was… You feel…” Kurt’s struggling to get the words across, his eyes fluttering closed at the pleasure. You're trying your hardest not to balance yourself by leaning on him as you begin to slowly work your hips.

“Believe- me, you did most of the -ah- work, handsome.” You say breathlessly. Kurt’s yellow eyes flicker open as you start moving earnestly, watching you ride him with conviction. Both of you moan when he happens to hit that spongy spot inside of you that feels so good.

“Danke, danke… Love- ah, fuck!” Kurt moans, his voice coming out breathlessly toward the end of his sentence. He doesn't curse like that very often, and it makes a flicker of heat light you up from the inside.

“So good Kurt, you feel so good.” You gasp, each bounce of your hips causing his cock to stroke your insides just right. His hand on your hip begins to move up to your waist before it goes further to just barely brush against your sensitive nipples. You gasp again at the feeling, letting out an almost embarrassing moan.

You're caught by surprise as Kurt is sitting up, letting go of your other hand to push you against him. He leans forward, his tail now flicking excitedly behind him as he sucks and nips at the skin of your chest. You rest your hands against his shoulders as you pick up the pace of your hips, addicted to the feeling of Kurt’s hums and moans as he sucks on your nipples.

“I’m…I'm close-” Kurt barely separates from your body to say the words, his hands clenching against you has he begins to tense and twitch.

“Ye-Yeah?” You ask, one hand tangling itself in his still-damp hair. “Okay, handsome- ah- I've got you.” You can feel him begin to twitch inside of you, each and every movement bringing both of you to your peaks. Kurt lets go of your chest as he kisses his way up to your mouth, catching you in an urgent and passionate kiss.

“Cum for me, please.” You say in between his kisses. He simply moans in response as your hips begin to falter, a telltale sign that you're about to reach that sweet, sweet pleasure.

Kurt cums first, tensing and shaking underneath you as spurts of his cum warm your insides. He brings a thumb to your clit to help you meet your own orgasm as you work him through his. Stars flash in your eyes as you hit that peak of pleasure, grinding against him, once, twice, three more times before you collapse against his chest. Kurt chuckles contently beneath you, rubbing your back and kissing the parts of you he can reach as you rest against him.

“You okay?” You ask the moment you're back down to earth again. “I didn't hurt you in any way, did I?” Kurt shakes his head at you, leaning back to look you in the eyes.

“No, not at all, Liebling.” He says fondly. “I'm not sure you could if you tried.” You can't help but smile at that, sighing into him as you rest against his chest. It feels good to have him back. He slips out of you before he lays both of you back down against the cushions, where you take your chance to pepper his face with kisses.

“Ich liebe dich.” He says softly. “So much. Much more than you know.”

“I love you more.”

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rreskk · 1 year

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Can you imagine Amazon position with Trevor?

Can you write about it please? I would really appreciate it, I love the way you write, it's art.

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I had to research the amazon position and GAH DAYMN. It's lowkeeyyy...... *wink wink*. I'm quite at favour of it!

Summary: Trevor stayed out late and returned early morning. What's better than a tired morning session of making passionate love.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 2320

He dragged his feet across the wooden floor-boards until he was met with your sleepy figure. With your back turned and body resting on his bed, the early morning sun-light flashes sudden rays through his trailer. Trevor frowned. He lost track of time during his immoral shenanigans that he had missed the night with you.

Desperate to feel you, he saw your unconscious state and crawled into the space behind you, kicking off his blood-stained boots and blood-stained T-shirt in the process.

“C’mere…” Trevor murmured as he’d push you closer into his chest. You were being cuddled and spooned by his lanky arms and rough skin.

It was around 5am, almost 6. He usually had a burning hatred for the early morning sun that blinds his home, even through the tattered and torn blinds. However, this morning, he found it peaceful. He’d stare down at your body that pressed against his. With a soft smile, he trailed kisses down the back of your neck, moving your hair out of the way. He leaned on his elbow to reach your jaw and continued leaving the hot sensation of his lips during your sleep.

It tingled enough that you were startled awake. He wasn’t sorry when you were poorly awoken. He used a finger and caressed your bottom lip with that smug grin.

“Hey.”

You took a few moments to adjust to the bright natural light. Your eyes barely stayed open but your mouth worked perfectly fine. You spoke, ignoring the tip of his finger that caressed your mouth.

“What’s going on?” You sounded tired and croaky.

“Nothin’…” Trevor responded with his usual low, gruffy voice.

“Where were you last night?”

He sighed when you recalled his absence. He found himself staring at your face with a soft scowl, deciding whether it was worth explaining.

“Shit got heavy, that’s all.”

“With who?”

“Shhh…” He covered your mouth, “You just woke up. No more questions.”

There was no point in protesting, it wasn’t like you had the energy anyway. You gave in and relaxed your body again. Your eyes closed before his lips were pressed against your neck, that urging hand falling from your mouth, to your neck. He pushed your head up and approached your jaw, once again.

You gasped gently and held onto his wrist that held your throat hostage.

“I missed you.” Trevor whinged like it was your fault he wasn’t there last night.

“I tried calling…”

“I had no service.”

“I missed you too.” You’d smile, noticing how his kisses were growing sloppy and wet. He tightened his grip on your neck as he was growing increasingly needy and whiney. He forced your head further up so you were staring at the ceiling. Despite being behind you, spooning you, he had his ways of accessing every inch of your skin through dominant gestures.

It would occasionally make you gasp, sometimes moan. His lips reached the corner of your mouth where he had turned your head around. Before anything else, his long tongue slowly licked your cheek, tasting your soft skin. It was perfection; in his possessive eyes. He loved how warm your cheeks were. They were blushed and damp with his saliva. He whispered utter profundity before tasting your sweet lips and savouring the moment with an exhausting groan.

“Trevor…” You tried to whisper throughout the fulfilling Devil’s touch. He crawled on top of you and leaned down to deepen the kiss. You immediately grasped his thin hair, tugging it.

“God,” An expressive cry left his tainted mouth, “I love you.”

Romance was never a talent of his, yet moments like these made it all worth it. Trevor was passionate as he made sensual love to your lips. His hands cuddled your shoulders nicely so he wouldn’t collapse against you with his body weight. You’d use one hand to hold his small waist, wanting him to carry on – the making out session growing heated and heavy. His tongue began to adventure in your mouth; exploring with every chance he could. The opportunist inside of Trevor enabled the ability to get lost in the feeling of your lips against his. His tongue was too desperate and dangerously craving for more. You moaned when he managed to win against yours and raid every surface of your mouth.

“Ah – “ And you could barely praise him for it considering he was too busy loving you too hard.

Trevor had to depart from your lips in order for you both to breathe. He left your mouth swollen and red. He grinned when you were panting heavily and pressed a loving kiss against your forehead.

“I want more.” That big man-child inside of him was eager for more affection. He’d flap his eyelids and tried to give you the best innocent, brown eyes ever (though it never works since he’s no way innocent).

At this point, you were holding him like a mother and baby. He was lying on your chest, his head resting up to see you. Trevor then rolled to the side before he’d randomly drag you with him. You yelped. The swiftness of his movement had made you experience whiplash and soon, you were lying on top of him.

“More, more.” He’d continue to demand.

“Shhh, relax…” You smiled, “Look who’s shushing you now.”

Trevor grumbled something under the lines of “shut up” before he grabbed your throat and smashed his lips against yours again. You had almost fell on him. Both of his hands clenched your jaw and neck, unintendedly choking you. He moaned as the kiss fell passionate again. You were pulled back onto him.

“Yes…” His words slurred and muffled.

You had to grasp onto his naked waist in order to circulate around the choke-hold. It wasn’t hurting, it was more favourable. You gasped for air when he let go, and he used the freedom of his hands to slowly disband your shirt. Trevor smirked wildly when you had no bra on underneath. He threw the shirt aside and reached for your breasts, squeezing them with a feral gaze in his eyes.

“Trevor!” You were turned on as soon as he worshiped your boobs. Being hunched over on top, they were dangling in front of his face and he loved it.

“I love your tits. I love it, fuck! I fuckin’ love your tits…” He squawked, obvious hearts in his eyes. His face was so animated with joy at the sight of your chest. His palms rubbed your nipples, grinning when they were fully erected to showcase your arousal.

You both enrolled in the kiss again. While Trevor took control, he still kept his hands steady on your breasts. You caressed his collarbone and broad shoulders during this intimacy. You let your nails steady themselves against his skin, making him shudder with the occasional push to give him that extra adrenaline as he was pestering your skin, beating your nipples dry with his fingers.

“Fuck…” You’d whimper at the stinginess he left. Your boobs were bright red, thanks to his rough-play. He gave you a sly smile and stared down at your stomach, to your panties. His lips sloppily escaped yours before a small tug, and you found yourself having your undies removed thoroughly.

“Gettin’ this piece of shit outta the way.”

Your pussy, all for display, was sat against his cargo pants. Trevor sighed with content and gave you a small wink.

“My naked pride and joy, ay? You look… Fuckin’ beautiful on me.”

You watched as he threw aside your panties and left you without a spark of cloth. His hands fondled your thighs, hips, giving your ass a good old slap with that snarky grin. That brutal grip endangered your meaty thighs, squeezing and caressing until you were in distress. Trevor peered up at you.

“Want my cock, babe?” He teased.

“Trevor…”

“Woah, hey. Don’t be shy on me. C’mon…”

“I’m not shy,” You groaned when he kneaded your poor thighs, “I’m just – “

“Just so fuckin’ horny?”

You nodded.

“Atta girl… C’mere, I miss you.” Trevor made grabby hands and pulled you against him again, kissing your lips intensely before he guided your hands into clutching his belt. That simple indication had made you quickly unbuckle and free his crotch.

You both continued to make-out as you worked your way through his trousers, sometimes having his hand slap your ass to motivate a faster pace since he was growing impatient.

“Ah – “

“Baby, I ain’t waitin’ any more than a minute.” He made it clear that he was growing incredibly desperate for your touch.

“Hold on.” You mumbled and pulled down his cargo trousers, bringing his pants down with it. Finally, he helped by kicking off the clothe items onto the floor (where the rest of your clothes were).

“There we go…” The purr made his chest rumble at how deep and low it was. You gasped when he lifted up his legs and spread them apart, his dick standing – due to the raging erection he has. He smiled at you and tugged your body closer.

“Trevor,” You couldn’t help but chuckle, “You like it when I’m on top?”

“You have no idea, sugar.” And with that, you were impelled like a reverse missionary; the amazon position. Trevor lied on his back, his legs spread far apart with you trapped in the middle. It was a submissive position for him, but he was no stranger to submission. He smiled happily when you complied and edged your pussy forward, guiding his cock closer.

“Ready?” You asked.

“You don’t have to ask. Just do it, we both want it.”

A sigh left your lips, “Always impatient.”

“Don’t keep me waiting…”

You rolled your eyes with a grin and gave him one last kiss on the lips before rocking into his penis, the tip rubbing against your clit and making your legs shake uncontrollably. Trevor whined and grabbed his knees, holding his legs back as you continue edging towards the full penetration. He watched you on top, finding it extremely attractive.

“You’re hot.” He’d giggle and touch your waist.

“Shit…” With a thrust, you rocked into his cock and fully indulged it. You both moaned at the sensation – hips grinding together – his legs hugging your hips close.

Trevor whinged. He panted out your name and lazily reached for your shoulders. His body was shaky. This position really gave him the pure experience.

“Trevor, oh… Oh, yeah.” You huffed and thrusted at a steady pace. It wasn’t fast nor slow. Nonetheless, the low quality bed that he had to own, it squeaked and rattled with every movement of your hips. He didn’t seem to care. He was too busy staring at you with eyes full of stars and wonders – pure dazed, at it seems.

“Keep going, keep going!” Trevor breathed.

“Keep your legs up, Trevor…” You noticed his legs slacking as it would fall below your sides. He was heavy so it was a struggle lifting them over your shoulders, but you somehow managed, and when you did, the thrusting grew more deeper at the better contact with both your hips.

“FUCK!” His head jerked up with pleasure.

“Yes, that’s right. Trev… God!” You moaned.

Trevor’s penis was throbbing already. It rammed in and out of your wet pussy by control of your own hips. He simply lied back and moaned at your increased momentum.

“Shiiitttt, baby!”

“Trevor, Trevor…”

“Don’t stop, [y/n]. Don’t fuckin’ stop!”

You panted and continued thrusting into his penis with echoes of your skin slapping together. His trailer riddled with the scent of sex as you grew out of control, rocking back and forth like your life depended on it. Trevor groaned with every intimate touch.

“Thank Jesus… Fuckin’ Christ – “ He whimpered.

“I- I’m gonna…” You stared down at his dick that you were thrusting into.

“That’s it, baby! That’s right!”

However, the feeling became unbearable. Your climax was approaching – big time. Your legs grew weak and you wobbled.

“Trevor… Please! I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuckin’ cum for me,” He growled, leaning his head up, “Cum for me!”

“I- I…”

“Ohhhh, shit!”

Trevor inhaled sharply when the hot liquid of your cum suddenly squirted onto his cock. You cried his name and sat on his erection, letting the rest of your orgasm play out as he was pulsing inside you. He grinded his teeth, trying to keep himself together from losing it.

“Trevor, fuck…” You moaned and held his chest for some disclosure.

“[y/n], I’m seriously gonna cum, baby.” His words were broken whispers. Trevor stared up at you and chewed his bottom lip.

So you continued grinding his penis against your cunt again. You heard him blurt provocative moans and sexual noises. His legs were properly spazzing. It made it harder to adjust and grind raw against his cock that was throbbing undeniably.

“You’re so hard, Trev.” Your soft voice encouraged him to jerk his hips up, your pussy being seduced by his penis again, and unleashing a good load of semen within your intimacy. He couldn’t help but cuddle your waist and whimper as the essence of cum oozed from his tip.

“Fuck me!” He longingly groaned and allowed the mattress to suck him in.

A few more minutes and you had found the courage to remove yourself from between his legs and lied back down beside him. Trevor was on his side, breathing heavily and touching his penis (that was still overcoming the orgasm). He gave you a tired, smug grin and brought your lips onto his. The addictive energy, he couldn’t refuse. Your lips were still swollen and red from the previous making-out sessions yet that didn’t stop him from breaking the streak. Trevor moaned when you returned his affections, bringing his head closer.

Though it was reaching 7am after the past hour of fucking, he mumbled something quiet. You heard him say something similar to “I’m gonna nap” as he nuzzled you close and closed his eyes. Smiling brightly, you were happy he was finally sleeping. You stroked what’s left of his hair and pecked his forehead.

“Sleep tight.”

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