#trey parker smut

[matt-n-trey]

TREY ATE US UP OMFGGG

[mabelstone]

Third Base

matt stone x reader

summary: part three of Professor Stone.

words: 1714

warnings: oral sex (m receiving), brief fingering.

note: THIS IS 18+ i finally decided to quit blue balling you all. i haven't properly written smut before so i hope its okay xx pls give me feedback in my asks

if you haven't read previous parts, here are parts one and two.

Part Three.

It’d been about 5 days since you started receiving private tutoring from your professor. To say the very least, the tension had grown thicker with every hour spent together, the flirty comments flowing freely with no discretion. The thing that solidified your crush was when he stood behind your chair, arms on either side of the desk, taking the pen from your hands and correcting your work. His chin lightly brushing the top of your head as he explained where you went wrong, the smell of his cologne going straight to your core.

In your previous session, he confided in you about the situation with his ex-wife and how she’d made the last 3 months of his life torture. She wouldn’t let him see his kids often and even kept tabs on his location. This resulted in the two of you sharing a hug that lasted a bit too long to be considered friendly, not that anyone was complaining. His large arms cocooned you in warmth, causing a feeling you’d never expect a man twice your age to conjure. The poor guy couldn’t catch a break, and certainly didn’t have time to get laid. He was clearly pent up and so sexually frustrated.

As you finished the quiz he prepared for you, and he was typing away at emails on his computer. You’d dreamt about him for the past two nights and didn’t know how much longer you could pretend your vibrator was him, especially when he was only in arms reach every afternoon. That’s how you ended up here, deciding to say fuck it and make a move that could either benefit you both, or get you kicked out of his class and possibly the entire university. You placed a hand on his thigh, tracing light circles into the material of his jeans. You heard his breath hitch, and he stopped typing. With your eyes glued on him, you slowly moved your hand higher up his thigh, watching the way his jaw clenched.

“Is this okay, sir?” You bit your lip as breathed through his nose, nodding in response. You grabbed one of his hands and moved it up to grab your breast. He finally turned his head, looking at you, then your lips, then your breast that fit perfectly in his hand. “Fuck,” he practically whimpered, squeezing the soft flesh harder. You placed your hand on his hardening cock, palming him through his jeans. He groaned, grabbing your jaw with his other hand, and smashing your lips together in desperation. You let out a little squeal when he grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap, grabbing your ass through your skirt. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, finally discovering how his lips tasted. He tasted like spearmint, and his lips were softer than you could have ever fathomed. Your lips moved in sync, Professor Stone deepening the kiss, placing one of his hands into the back of your hair, pulling you impossibly closer.

He pulled away briefly, shoving two fingers into your mouth for you to suck. You wrapped your lips around his long digits, hollowing out your cheeks and swirling your tongue around them. His eyes grew dark and hooded, his mouth falling slack before he roughly pulled you back onto his mouth. He slipped your panties to the side, teasing your entrance before slowly sliding one finger in. You let out a delighted purr at the sudden feeling, clenching around him. He slowly moved his finger in and out, before ramming both in, causing you to gasp loudly. You bounced on his fingers, detaching your lips from his to rest your forehead on his shoulder, breathing heavily. He continued to finger-fuck you at devilish pace, leaving hot, wet kisses all over your neck.

“Professor,” you panted, lifting your head back to his eye level. “I wanna suck your cock.”

He groaned at your words, his cock leaking precum all over his briefs. He nodded fast, pulling his fingers out and sucking your wetness off them. Your pussy throbbed at the sight, quickly pulling yourself off his lap and unbuckling his belt. You made quick work of unzipping his jeans, gawking at the large tent that had grown in his briefs. “C-can I do it under your desk?” You asked shyly, oddly embarrassed by your request.

“Is that a turn on for you?” He teased, running his fingers through your hair as you got on your knees before him, backing into the space under his desk. A dark blush flooded your cheeks as you nodded, looking up at him doe eyed. “Of course you have a teacher fetish, I should’ve seen it coming.”

You gave him a stern look and he threw his hands up in defence. “Don’t ruin this, you’ve clearly got a student fetish.” He rolled his eyes and you pouted, causing him to bend down a place a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Sorry,” he said, running his thumb over your bottom lip. He sat back and you pushed yourself up with your toes, pressing a single kiss to the thin cotton constricting his throbbing length. You placed your fingers under the waistband of his briefs, slowly pulling them down to reveal his pretty, thick cock. Like, painfully thick. You gulped before looking into his eyes and licking a long stripe from his base to tip, his long fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“May I, professor?” You asked innocently, looking up at him through long lashes, giving him a few slow pumps as you licked his precum off your lips. His cock so large in your hand that your fingers couldn’t even touch.

“Please,” he whimpered, the noise going straight to your heat, the pool in your knickers only growing wetter. With that, you wrapped your mouth around the tip, circling your tongue around it for a moment, before slowly drawing the rest of his length into your mouth. “Jesus Christ,” he cursed, one hand in your hair, the other gripping the desk in front of him. You hollow your cheeks and increase your pace, feeling his grip tighten in your hair.

“Look at me,” he commanded darkly, his lip caught in his teeth as he pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail. He pushed you down slowly, making you take the lead and force his whole length in. You sped up again, your nose smashing into his pubic bone each time you bobbed up and down. The back of his cock continually hitting your throat, causing you to gag around him. You watched as he threw his head back, spewing a string of curse words.

“Professor?” You both heard from outside, a small knock on the door. Your eyes widened up at him, his cock still between your lips.

“Shhh,” he looked down at you, bringing his pointer finger to his lips like a parent shushing their child. He cleared his throat before calling out, “yeah, come in.”

You pulled him out of your mouth, causing him to grab your head roughly and place your mouth around it again.

“Sorry for stopping by so late, sir, I was hoping to catch you.” A male voice echoed through the theatre, approaching his desk. “I just really needed to ask you about the assessment. I don’t understand this question at all.”

“What, your emails don’t work?” He taunted the student. You dug your nails into his calf as a warning to watch his tone, slowly pulling your mouth off him. “I-I’m joking, what part doesn’t make sense?” You smirked, resuming your work. He explained the question to the student while running his fingers through your hair, pausing occasionally to compose himself. You reached a hand up to gently play with his balls, causing his knee to jerk up and hit the table. You stifled a laugh.

“Are you okay, sir?” The student asked, and you wished so badly you could see his face.

“Oh, yeah, I uh, I think I’m coming down with something.” He lied, forcing your head down to take all of him in once again. You slipped a hand into your drenched panties, circling your clit as you quickened your pace around your professor. You moaned softly, your professor coughing to drown the sound before the student noticed. As the student continued talking, the older man before him mimicked your old trick and ‘accidentally’ knocked a book onto the floor. He bent down to get it, glancing at you touching yourself under his desk. Your cheeks were rosy, brows knitted together in pleasure, and he nearly came just from the sight of it.

“How about you go grab your laptop for me and I’ll quickly type up a cheat sheet for you, okay?” He offered the student, earning himself some brownie points with you. The student thanked him, hurrying out of the theatre. Once he was gone, Professor Stone looked down at you, euphoria glazing your eyes.

“Fuck,” he whined. “Keep doing that, I’m gonna cum.” You blinked away tears, adding pressure to your clit, your breath quickening as you approached your peak, spit dribbling down the sides of your mouth as you continued to work the older man. “That’s it, pretty girl, cum for me.”

Pretty girl. That tipped you over the edge, the warmth in your stomach bubbling over as you climaxed hard, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you whimpered loudly.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, warm ribbons of cum shooting into your mouth and down your throat. Your pace around his cock was unrelenting and cruel, like you were trying to suck him dry. You swallowed his cum with his tip still in the back of your throat. He winced as the overstimulation became painful, pulling your mouth off with a loud pop. Your lips were swollen and flushed, saliva dripping down onto your chin. You looked up at him with tired eyes, panting rapidly.

“Did I do okay?” You asked him breathlessly, wiping your saliva off your mouth with the back of your hand. He helped you up from the desk, pulling you into his lap.

He brushed your unruly hair behind your ears, kissing you gently. “If your math skills were half as good as that, you’d be head of the class.”

[partypoisonzz]

letters and sodas (90s!trey parker x fem!reader)

Part One of the FWB-verse series

Content:

- friends with benefits/rebound messiness

- dry humping

- praise kink

- marking

Word Count: 5,189

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult for consumption by other adults only. If you are under 18, please do not read or interact in any way.

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You stand out in the hallway, a warm paper bag clutched tightly in one hand as you knock with the other. You inhale the scent of the warm French fries, worrying that Trey won't even come to the door. 

Of course, you know that he's in there. He hasn't been anywhere else except for a handful of his classes all week. That isn't to say, however, that he'll answer. Ever since the incident, he's been effectively isolating himself, not seeming to want to see anybody. You can't really blame him for that, — the whole thing is majorly fucked, — but you're worried, for fuck's sake. Lots of people are, whether he thinks so or not.

The few times you've seen him, he was visibly a wreck. Despite looking like he had just rolled out of bed, he was obviously exhausted, his eyes in a perpetual state of puffiness and ringed by dark circles. He didn't seem to be putting any effort into taming his hair or shaving his face, which resulted in him looking sort of homeless. Then there was the fact that his clothes just seemed to be looking looser and looser, which raised your alarm bells more than anything. 

Your concern deepened when Jason paid him a visit earlier on in the week, only to shake his head and sigh when he reported back to the rest of you. 

"Jackass isn't eating anything," he informed you, Matt, and Dian as you scarfed down your respective shitty cafeteria dinners. "He's living off fucking SlimFast. That's all. No wonder he looks like a coke addict all of the sudden." 

Deeply concerned by these new developments, the four of you worked out a plan to keep tabs on him without him immediately chasing you off. You decided that all of you would alternate dropping by his dorm throughout the week, but never together and never with an established plan in place. That way, it wouldn't look rehearsed, — because it wasn't, — and would illustrate your genuine concern in a manner that didn't seem forced… because it wasn't. Each of you would approach the situation using whatever method seemed fit at the moment. 

When you left your final class for the afternoon, you decided that the appropriate method for the day would be to bring him food. The thought of him, holed up in his dorm and depressed, choking down weight loss shake after weight loss shake, made your heart sink. He needed something substantial. Maybe not healthy, but something he could chew and swallow. 

So you went to McDonald's and ordered a couple of combo meals. It wasn't gourmet cuisine, but it was affordable. It was the same junk that you ate together back when things were okay. The image of a bunch of high, giggling college kids piling into a booth and decimating a couple baskets of fries reminded you of simpler times… Those being, the times before Trey walked in on his fiancee in a state of post coital bliss with another guy and consequently started spiraling. 

You ruminated on the reasoning for all of it as you drove back to campus, digging into your bag to angrily chomp on a fry every now and again. As much as imagining him getting married put a lump in your throat and a pit in your stomach, you weren't selfish enough to take delight in his current situation. It burned you up, really.

Trey had been the type of boyfriend and fiance that made people envious of Liane, and she fucking cheated on him. If she hadn't gotten caught, she would have kept dragging it out, all the way to the altar. She would have continued after the wedding that was going to empty their pockets, and he would have been none the wiser. Now he was fucking starving himself with graduation fast approaching, and your blood pressure was going through the fucking roof even though it technically wasn't really your problem… And your fries were already gone by the time you pulled into your parking space. Great. 

You're hoping to God that he opens the door before you can start eating his fries. Luckily, not long after this thought crosses your mind, the door swings open, only to reveal an impressively-disheveled Trey. 

He looks from your face to the brown paper bag and back again before clearing his throat. "Come in."

He doesn't have to ask you twice. You nudge the door closed behind you and reach for the lock. "I brought you dinner," you tell him as you sit your drinks down. "It's nothing special. Just a Big Mac. But I thought…"

You freeze as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. You are infinitely grateful that your face is being crushed into the fabric of his shirt. Otherwise, he would see that you're turning bright fucking red. 

"Thanks," he mutters, still holding onto you. He seems to be in no rush to let you go. You lean into him, soaking up the feeling of his arms around you in a way that you can totally pretend was possessive when you're letting your imagination run wild in bed tonight. 

After a while, however, you feel the need to speak up, knowing that you're still holding a bag full of McDonald's in your hand. "Trey," you speak up. "The food…" 

"Right. Sorry." He gives your waist a slight squeeze before releasing you from his grip. 

You force a smile onto your face as you take the sight of him in. He just looks so fucking tired.  

Still, you ask him the dreaded question as you take a seat on the floor: "How's it been going?" 

He doesn't hesitate to respond. "Fucking terrible," he says, rifling around in the bag for his burger. "I wish I was dead, honestly."

You frown as you reach for your own food. "She isn't worth all that," you mutter quietly. 

He laughs humorlessly. "As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I was going to marry that woman." He takes a needlessly-aggressive bite out of his burger before pulling back. "Forgive me for being a little torn up about my fiancee cheating on me." 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. The bitchiness is nothing new. The situation itself is a bit harder to deal with. "You know I didn't mean it like that," you say. 

"Yeah. I know." He looks away from the burger that he's devouring like the starved man that he is to fix you with wide blue eyes. You do your best to keep your face from bursting into flames again. 

He sighs, reaching for one of the brown paper napkins in the bag. "Sorry for being an asshole," he concedes. "I know it's not an excuse, but I've kind of forgotten how to interact with other people over the past week." 

"It's fine." You take a sip of your soda before pulling back. "I've just been worried about you." 

You don't miss the change in expression that this confession provokes. His eyes flash with something soft. Guilt? Relief? 

"I wish I could say that you don't have to," he finally says. "But, well… All you have to do is look around to see that I'm a fucking wreck."

"Anybody would be," you tell him. 

There's another pause. If the two of you were talking about literally anything else, it would probably be comfortable. You've always been the type of friends who could just do things together and not talk. His company was enough to put you at ease, and vice versa. 

But now you're looking at the shadows under his eyes and the scruff on his face, the pure dejection in his expression, and the silence feels like things that you should be saying but can't conjure into acceptable words. You worry that you'll be sitting across from each other all night, plastic straws squeaking and tension palpable. 

It gets to the point when you're itching to say something just to say it. So, without even worrying that it's the wrong thing, you do.

"I've missed you," you confess quietly.

He gives you that look again. You always feel like he doesn't just look at you, — he looks through you, searching for something. You don't know if he's found what he was looking for as he balls up the paper wrapper that his burger came with and tosses it at the trashcan. Somehow, it lands where he intended it to. 

He turns back to you and tries to smile. Though he still looks like a recently-kicked puppy, it seems a bit more genuine this time. "I missed you, too." 

Stupid as it is, your heart sinks as he stands up, leaving you sitting on the floor with your legs tucked under you. You watch as he takes a seat on the unmade double bed in the corner and settles back against the pillows. You wonder for a moment if this is some sort of silent dismissal, a wordless plea for you to go home and leave him the fuck alone to grieve, but then…

"Wanna come sit?" he beckons you. 

Okay, fuck. You have got to stop turning bright red every time he says something that could be construed as being mildly suggestive, but there's something about the fact that he wants you in his bed…

You need to get a hold of yourself. 

"Sure." You feign nonchalance as you discard the trash from your own dinner and walk towards the bed. 

The mattress squeaks, settling beneath you. There isn't much space between Trey and the wall, but he shifts to accommodate you, anyway. 

"Thanks," you mumble. He hums an acknowledgement before the two of you settle into silence.

No background music, no television. Just the two of you, silently soaking up one another's company. 

It's not as awkward as it was before, because you know that he genuinely wants you here. You feel even more sure of this when he stretches as an excuse to loop his arm around you. You take this as an invitation to lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. 

The closeness is nice. You breathe in the scent of his laundry detergent and body wash, — he's still been showering while in this sorry state, thank God, — and wait for him to speak. 

After a while, he does. "I haven't just been laying around, you know," he tells you. "I'm scripting something for this trailer project I have coming up." 

"Yeah?" You shift, looking up at him. "Care to elaborate, or am I just gonna have to be surprised?" 

"It's a musical, actually." You try to conceal your surprise as he brushes a loose strand of hair from in front of your face, then continues running his fingers through the strands, and… He's just playing with your hair while he talks to you. Alright, then. "About all the stuff that happened with Alferd Packer. I'm thinking that if I can get Matt and Dian in on it, it could be fairly decent…" 

"That's gonna be your big comeback project?" you ask. "Eating your friends?" 

He laughs. "How do you know I'm casting myself as the lead?" 

"Because I know you," you reply easily. "Plus, you're like… made to play Alferd Packer." You cast him a mischievous grin. "You've got those crazy eyes…"

He huffs out a chuckle. "You're so nice to me." His hand stays in your hair, working out the tangles that you sustained while driving back to campus with the windows down. "Wanna hear the best part?" 

"Of course."

You can hear the smile in his voice as he continues. "So, there's this horse…" he starts. "Named Liane. She's the type to let everyone ride her, you know…"

"So that's how you're dealing with it?" you ask. "Creating a slutty horse character and naming it after her?" 

"That's one of the ways," he replies with a shrug. 

Against your better judgment, you cast your gaze to his other arm, which is now looped around your waist as though it were the most natural thing in the world. "Is this another?"

His face goes bright pink as he unthreads his fingers from your hair. You regret saying anything for a moment, worrying that he'll pull away. Somehow, he doesn't. "I guess?" he says instead. "I mean, it's kinda nice, having someone care so much…" 

You lean further back into him. "It is nice," you admit. "I kinda figured you were touch-starved, anyway. You've been all over me since I walked in…"

"Sue me for being excited to see one of my best friends." He wraps his arm back around you, pulling you closer to him. "You were like some sort of guardian angel, showing up with dinner…"

You attempt to swat at him, which isn't a very successful effort, considering he's got you in a rather-sturdy grip. "I bought you McDonald's," you say. "You shouldn't be so easy."

"That was what I needed tonight." He glances down at you, offering you a smile that is so much gentler than the one you usually get. The kind of smile that confronts you with the disconcerting realization that, unlike most of your exchanges up until this point, this isn't a joke. " You were what I needed tonight."

The sentiment surprises you enough to look up and meet his eyes, startling when you find that he was already looking down at you. You hold his gaze for a moment, wondering when one of you will break away and laugh it off. 

But neither of you ever do.

You just get closer and closer, slowly but surely. You keep testing the limits. Trey rests his hand against the side of your face. For a while, he just holds you there, looking into your eyes. You wait patiently, just in case he changes his mind. The warmth in the pit of your stomach spreads from the way that he's looking at you. Like he doesn't believe he should get the opportunity to even touch you, let alone...

You lose your train of thought as he suddenly presses his lips to yours. 

Your eyes stay wide open for a moment, in total shock that this is actually happening. Once your surprise wears off, however, you close your eyes and relax into his touch. He kisses you slowly, tenderly, as though he's trying to commit the moment to memory. Like he wants to preserve the feeling of your mouth on his, your hands on the back of his neck, every first touch the two of you are sharing right now. 

You moan as his tongue brushes over yours, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. He gasps into your mouth as you tug on the strands, deepening the kiss even more in response to your slight tugging. 

Okay. He likes having his hair pulled. Noted. 

His mouth wanders from your lips to your jaw before trailing down further down. You lean back in satisfaction as he presses long, insistent kisses against the side of your neck. 

"Marking me up, huh?" you manage to ask breathlessly.

"Mmm-hmm." Sharp teeth scrape lightly over a fresh bruise, inspiring a gasp from you.

You throw your head back, exposing even more of your neck to him. He promptly takes the opportunity to attack every inch of the skin available.

You draw in a shaky breath. Your hands wander aimlessly across his body as he explores your neck with his mouth. "You want everybody to see, don't you?" you ask quietly. "Want them to look at me and know that you've been here?" 

He gives another affirmative hum. Only this time, it turns into a whine.

You've obviously done something there. It's hard for you to bite back the sly grin threatening to surface. "You like that?" you question. "You want everybody to know how good you are for me?" 

He halts his kisses, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he lets out an unmistakable moan.

Satisfaction consumes you. 

Oh, yeah. This is going to be fun .

"Yeah? That's good, isn't it?" Your hands travel over his back ever-so-gently, tracing circles that might be soothing in any other circumstance. "You wanna be my good boy?" 

Another whimper passes his lips as you shift against him, pressing your hips into his just slightly. "Fuck. Please."

You giggle. "Please, huh?" Abruptly, you pull away from him. He stares at you breathlessly, taking in your mussed hair and the way that you're looking back at him, eyes on fire.

His own eyes go wider as you swing your leg across his lap and straddle him. He lets out a groan as you wiggle a bit in a mock attempt to make yourself comfortable. You are immensely pleased when one of his hands wraps around your hip.

"It's a little hot in here," you comment, reaching down to tug at the hem of your T-shirt. You quickly tug the garment over your head before tossing it haphazardly to the side. 

You giggle when you look down at him, only to find him staring back up at you with a look of utter awe. 

You grin before cupping his face, pulling him in close again. "That's better." Your lips brush over his in a quick peck, followed shortly thereafter by another. When you pull back, you give him a demand. "Touch me."

His eyes are wild as he looks up at you. "Touch you where?"

You chuckle. "Wherever you want."

"Shit." Almost as soon as the words leave your mouth, he's kissing you hard again, fingers clumsily grasping to touch every inch of skin that he possibly can. Finally, he settles on a particular spot, sighing against your lips as he clumsily gropes you through your bra.

You let out a contented sigh as he kneads at you desperately. You are reminded in the fondest way possible of the movie theater shenanigans you got up to with your suitors a few years ago, — clumsy, but so passionate that it makes up for it. 

Still, you can't help trying to spur him just a bit further. You nudge him slightly, signaling for him to let you sit up before reaching for the hook on your bra. "Wanna see more?" 

Though the question is clearly rhetorical, he gives you a fervent nod, watching intently as you unclasp the article. 

You smile at him as he stares at you with that same awed expression on his face, only magnified this time. "Well?"

Blue eyes alight, he shifts restlessly beneath you. "Fuck," he curses. "C'mere." 

He wastes no time before pulling you closer to him. He plants small nips and kisses from your collarbone to your chest, trailing down until his mouth lands on your bare breast. 

For the first time since all this started, you momentarily lose your composure. You toss your head back as your fingers tangle in his hair again. "Oh, fuck. Such a good boy." 

The noise he lets out results in a vibration against your sensitive skin, inspiring another mewl from you that totally betrays your control over the situation.

His mouth travels over your skin, leaving behind warm, wet kisses. Every now and then, he stops and sucks, leaving behind yet another mark that is sure to bruise later. You maintain your grip on his hair, reveling in the feeling of his lips against you.

You squirm in his lap as his mouth travels back up your body, stopping just above your collarbone. He groans against you, tightening his grip on your waist. 

Deep down, you know that you already have him exactly where you want him. Still, you pause for a moment before rocking your hips against him again, — slow, teasing. 

Your heartbeat picks up speed as he makes another choked sound before rolling his hips up against yours. "Please," he whimpers. 

Your only reply is a quiet chuckle as you push yourself against him with less hesitance this time. He lets out a breathy gasp at the feeling of you pressing against him before returning his attention to your neck. 

It takes you a bit to find a rhythm. Impromptu dry humping sessions aren't exactly a regular thing for you, and your uncertainty about how to position your legs makes you feel a little awkward. After a while, though, things start to come more naturally, allowing you to grind down against him at a steady pace. 

A satisfied moan escapes your lips when you feel his hard cock pressing against you through his jeans. He pulls away from your neck with a hiss as you deliberately rub against the area that you know will be the most sensitive. You bite your lip as you roll your hips. Your head spins, knowing that, if it weren't for a couple layers of fabric, you could lower yourself onto him and erase any distance between the two of you. 

Another choked, high-pitched noise meets your ears. You look down at him through heavy-lidded eyes. 

Your heart skips a beat as you take in the absolute sight underneath you. 

Trey has his head thrown back, his eyes screwed shut. His lip is caught between his teeth as he digs his fingers into the sheets. He opens his eyes when he feels you stop your movements. 

Your stomach flips. You swear that you've never had anyone look at you the way that he is now. 

Though you've never considered yourself a greedy person in the past, you're beginning to reevaluate that judgment. Two hours ago, the thought of him, hard underneath you and looking up at you like this, would have seemed like the ultimate fever dream, nothing more than something to imagine when you were getting yourself off. 

Now that it's actually happening, all you can think is that you want more. More of this. More of him. You would do this every night if you could. 

Of course, you can't. A sick feeling gnaws at the depths of your stomach, telling you that he'll probably consider this a mistake once it's all over. In the long run, this moment will probably be nothing more than a messy, opportunistic rebound in his eyes.

That's why you ought to make this time count. 

You reach for one of his hands, untangling his fingers from the sheets as you thread them through your own. You guide his palm back up to your chest. He groans, bucking up against you as he goes back to clumsily grabbing at you like your horny high school boyfriends. 

When his eyelids begin to flutter, you speak up. "Look at me," you demand, voice hoarse with utter want. 

To your shock and delight, he immediately complies. 

You stay still for a moment, staring into lust-clouded pools of deep blue, before beginning to slowly roll your hips again. 

As soon as you hear the muffled whimper that your movement elicits from Trey, you give up on maintaining eye contact. Instead, you crush your lips against his again, reveling in the thrill of having him fucking moan into your mouth. His hands wander from your tits to your ass and back up again, exploring every bit of you that he can possibly touch without either of you shedding your jeans. 

Your head spins at the thought of how real this is as his tongue brushes over yours and his thumb rubs over your hip. It's dizzying to think that you're as new to him as he is to you. For all the times that you've gone to dinner or done your homework together, gotten drunk and/or high in this very dorm room, playfully pushed one another around and made each other laugh until your ribs were sore, you've never done this. You had never known what his hands felt like, hungrily roaming over your bare skin. He's never gripped you like this, marveling at how perfect your figure had been under your loose-fitting shirts this whole time. 

His hands tighten around your waist as he comes up for air and you pick up your pace. The combination of the friction of denim against denim and the noises that he's making have left you soaking wet, inspiring you to release a few moans of your own as you move against him.

You melt into the warmth of blissful pleasure as his whimpers grow louder. As you throw your head back with a debauched moan, Trey looks up at you with pleading eyes. 

You can't find it in you to worry about the aftermath of this anymore. At this point, you're just working towards your release. You are fixated on the idea that you're so close to falling apart on top of him, that this is all real. The thought itself gives you a heady rush, which doesn't subside when you hear him let out a particularly desperate whine. 

The sound causes you to look down at him, only to find him looking back at you like you're the only thing keeping him alive. The word reverence crosses your mind as he opens his mouth. 

"I'm… Fuck, " he stumbles over himself. "I'm getting really fucking close. Can I…" 

He lets out a squeak of surprise as you dig your nails into his shoulders through his shirt. 

"Good boy," you coo, pressing your hips harder against his. "My good boy… Fucking come for me, that's it…" 

Something between your encouragement and the quick rhythm of your grinding causes him to lose control quicker. He gasps. "Baby…" he murmurs before burying his face in your neck and stilling underneath you, releasing a long, trembling moan. He melts into a shaking mess as he rides out his release with you on top of him, slightly shifting your hips until his tremors die down.

At that point, you go still on top of him. To your surprise, he shifts beneath you, straightening his posture before pulling you onto his thigh. 

"Come on, keep going," he urges you. "Wanna see you come. Come on, please."

It doesn't take you long to reach your peak with his hands against your waist and the warmth of him pressed between your legs. With a broken moan, you collapse into his arms, trembling in his grip. 

He lets out a quiet sound of awe as you shake until you eventually relax. 

Once your pulse and breathing begin to level out, you note the feeling of his hands still on your hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles against your skin as he speaks softly to you.

"There you go," he says, still slightly breathless. "So pretty…" 

You only manage a sigh of acknowledgement as you rest your head against his chest. 

You lie there for a few moments, allowing one another's body heat to ground the both of you. 

As you predicted earlier, your mind begins to swim with worry. You wonder what will come after this, how awkward it will get, if he'll ever even want to talk about it again. Hell, you're waiting for him to kick you out as soon as the endorphins wear off and he realizes that the two of you just pretty much fucked less than two weeks after his engagement imploded. 

For now, though, he's holding you and playing with your hair again, fingers trailing over your back after running through the strands. 

Your eyes grow heavy as you fleetingly think that this is almost as good as what you just did, — the intimacy that comes in the afterglow. It's sickeningly on brand for you, — this greed, this aching desire for more. You didn't even take your pants off, and you're already worrying that no one else will ever make you feel like he did.

You guess that's what happens when you fuck around with the friend you've been in love with forever.

Trey's fingers still before he nudges you. "Hey," he says softly.

"Hmm?" you hum, dreading whatever it is he might say. 

He pats your back gently. "Can you get up for a second?" he asks. "I should probably, uh… Go clean up."

You nod, trying to act like this awkward dismissal doesn't make you want to punch yourself in the teeth. "Yeah. Go ahead." You sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and reaching for your discarded bra and T-shirt.

You're surprised by the feeling of his fingers threading through yours again when you begin to stand up. "You don't have to leave," he says. The hint of desperation in his voice takes you aback. "I mean, you can stay a little bit longer, if you want." 

You turn back at him, taking in his pink-tinged face. You shift uncomfortably against the bed, cringing at the wet fabric between your thighs. "I at least need to go get a change of clothes…" 

He shakes his head. "I've got some you can borrow," he says. "There's an extra toothbrush under the cabinet, too."

You blink at him. "You want me to stay the night?"

His blush deepens as he shrugs. "I mean… I don't see why not."

You can see why not. Couples spend the night at each other's places, wearing one another's clothes. The two of you don't exactly fit that bill.

Then again, you just made each other come. You're pretty sure wearing his clothes and sleeping in his dorm isn't the most glaring boundary that you've overstepped. Besides, a few more hours of confusing closeness is preferable to returning to your own dorm and worrying that he hates you now.

So you nod and take the shirt and sweatpants that he offers you. You change while listening to the shower run in the bathroom. You sigh and decide to forgo keeping your soaked underwear on, tucking them between your other clothes, folded and stacked in the corner of the room.

You settle into the change of clothes and sit back down on the bed, waiting until you hear the water stop running. Finally, the quiet washes over the room, followed shortly thereafter by the creaking of the door.

And there's Trey with wet hair and his own loosely-fitting clothes. Your heart leaps at the mere sight of him, despite the fact that you were quite literally on top of him not even twenty minutes ago.

He crosses the room and crawls into bed beside you. "C'mere," he says quietly. You look down, only to see him holding his arms out to you. Inviting you to return to the place that you were.

You oblige him, collapsing into the pillows and his warmth. 

You can't find it in you to say anything as you lay there, soaking up the feeling of his arms around you and his steady heartbeat against your ear. Once again, you don't know what to say. 

Apparently, he thinks that he does. "You're an amazing friend," he murmurs, chin resting on your shoulder. "You know that?" 

Your heart aches at that word. Friend. Because, yeah. This is what friends do. What the two of you do, anyway. Or did. Just this once. 

"Hush," you urge him weakly as your eyelids grow heavy. 

-

Taglist: Idk if my MCR taglist wants to be tagged for my non-MCR fics but @treyp4arker asked me to tag her so

[telekineticseance]

FAMILY FRIEND (PT. 2)

pairing: trey parker x f! reader

summary: you accidentally see something that maybe you shouldn't have - part two

genre: fluff..more kinda smut

word count: 1832

cw: age gap relationship (25f, 48m), reader is referred to by she/her pronouns, sad divorced trey, m!masturbation (i still hate that word), borderline voyeurism, basically spying as well

author's note: next part will probably be the last part so enjoy besties!

part one can be found here!

Your keys jingled as you unlocked the door, the sound of a piano playing filling your ears. You raised an eyebrow as you quietly shut the door behind you, walking quietly through the living room. You walked through the house to the music room, the one that hadn’t been touched since the passing of your mom a few years ago.

You slowly peeked through the door opening and saw Trey sitting at the piano, his fingers pressed down on the keys as he played an unknown melody. He hummed along before pulling away and writing stuff down on the paper in front of him, returning back to the keys shortly afterwards. You couldn’t help but watch in awe, trying to stay quiet as you watched.

The sound of the door squeaking slightly caused Trey to stop and quickly turn his head around. “I’m sorry.” You apologized, slipping inside the room, “I was trying to not interrupt.”

He grinned at you, shaking his head, “No it’s alright. I was just writing some music.” He told you, rotating himself on the bench to where he could face you better. You wondered why you found him attractive as he wore his clearly worn Broncos shirt with a pair of plaid pajama pants. His hair was a little messy, almost like a kitten after they get bathed by their mom’s.

“What are you writing?” You asked, walking over to the bench. He flipped back around, motioning to the paper and you sat down on the bench next to him, looking over the sheet music. He looked over at you as you scanned over the music, before he put his hands back on the piano, playing as you read along.

He mumbled some words softly as he played along and you listened, continuing to read over the music. The words he sang caused your chest to sink to your stomach, as you fought back the welling of tears. The lyrics talked about his past and present relationships and how he struggles with his own problems as well. It was a new side of Trey you had never seen before or even heard about.

“Trey..this is beautiful,” You tell him, he pauses with his fingers hovering over the keys as he looks at you. “You think so?”

You nod in response, “I’m sorry things didn’t work out with your wife.” He shrugged as he dropped his hands from the piano and fiddled with his fingers in his lap, “It happens. I just really thought that this one was the one…you know?” He asked, glancing over at you before returning his gaze back to his hands in his lap.

A soft sigh escaped your lips before you placed your hand over his, grasping onto them, “I get that…but you’ll get through it right? You’ve done it before and you can do it again. And who knows maybe your next girlfriend will be right around the corner.” You said, lightly stroking on his hand with your thumb.

He looked down at your hands giving a small grin and chuckling as he turned his gaze back to you, “You think so?” You gave him a nod, looking into his eyes, “I know so.” You gave him a small reassuring grin as he returned one back to you.

The two of you continued to sit in the silence for a moment, taking in one another’s company before Trey turned his attention back to the piano and you pulled your hand away from his and watched him continue to write his music.

—

Trey had convinced you to invite some friends over while he hung out in the guest room so you wouldn’t be hanging out with him all night. In his words, “You don’t wanna hang out with a depressed old man like me.” So while you hung out with some friends in the garage, Trey was inside doing whatever he decided to be doing.

“So Y/N…how’s things been going with Trey?” One of your friends asked in a sing-song voice. You rolled your eyes in response. It wasn’t the best kept secret from your friend group that you had a crush on Trey even though you found it embarrassing because while their “celebrity” crushes were people like Adam Driver or Taylor Swift, you not only chose one of the creators of South Park, but the one you knew personally.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, taking a sip from your drink. They all laughed to themselves before turning back to you, “Oh come on like you haven’t thought about what to do while you two are alone for a week?”

You sat there for a moment, debating on telling the truth or lying. Because you had thought about what to do now that you were home alone with Trey. You thought about ditching your friends right now and just going to Trey’s room and telling him everything in hopes he’d strip you down and live out your fantasies right there. The thought went straight to your core as you tried to prevent yourself from being turned on anymore than you already had been since the morning when you saw Trey walking around shirtless.

You shrugged, “I mean obviously I’ve had thoughts. You know me. But to act on them? That’s entirely different. Plus he’s really upset about his divorce. Last thing he needs is a 25 year old professing their attraction to him.”

Scattered agreement happened across the room as your friends all murmured in agreement, sipping from their own drinks as they did so. You let out a soft sigh as you continued to let your mind run, wondering what Trey could be doing now. Was he still writing? Playing on his phone? Maybe he would be touching himself to the thought of you like how you would do with him? Although that last one seemed like a reach.

You and your friends continued to ramble about whatever came to mind, whether it be the latest movie that came out or the fact that these would be the last couple months together, since most of your friends would be graduating soon and moving back to their respective towns or states and while you thought about staying in Colorado, they were not.

You were always thinking about your career possibilities as well, but being a film major and living in a place like Colorado wasn’t easy. You thought about moving to someplace like New York or Los Angeles, maybe convincing Trey while he was here to give you a letter of recommendation so that you could find a good career in the business somewhere. Or getting on your knees and begging Trey to give you a spot in a writer’s chair at his job until you found something else so you weren’t ENTIRELY mooching off of him. Either way you knew it needed to be figured out quickly, especially with Trey going home in a week.

You started to tune out the sound of your friends conversing as your brain continued to think of Trey, over and over again. “I’m going to the bathroom,” You spoke as you stood up from your spot on the couch and walked through the door to go back into the house.

The house was dark and quiet, the only lights illuminating were a couple lamps in the living room and some others that led from the garage to the closest bathrooms so if needed, nobody would get lost.

You found your feet trudging you up the stairs to the outside of Trey’s door as you stood there, leaned up against the door frame. You noticed the door hadn’t been shut all the way, but it was shut enough to where there wasn’t a crack in between the door and the frame.

As you raised your hand to knock, you found your hand pausing once you heard the sound of heavy pants and groans. The sounds caused you to almost freeze entirely but you slowly leaned in, resting your ear against the door. You listened to the sounds of almost whimpers come from the other side, along with almost pornographic sounding squelches.

You lightly pressed against the door, trying to see if you could see what you thought was happening and your eyes widened at the sight behind the door.

Trey laid on the bed, his clothes lazily thrown on the floor next to him as he had a bottle of what looked to be your lotion next to the bed. When your eyes scanned over him you saw his head thrown back into the pillow, his right arm laying over his eyes as he bit his bottom lip. Your eyes trailed further down, looking at the sweat that ran down his torso, and the way his skin was starting to turn a dark pink shade. You were almost too scared to continue looking but couldn’t find the strength to pull away as your eyes traveled more down, the sound of his gasps still ringing in your ear.

When your eyes arrived on his left hand, you almost let out a gasp but quickly held back. His left hand was pumping along his length, moving up and down in an alternating pace between fast and slow as he continued pumping. His hips buckling against his hand as he did so, his lips parting from his bite so he’d let out a gasp. You watched him wipe beads of precum from the tip with his thumb as he would use it for more lubricant before going back to stroking himself.

“Hm fuck Y/N.” His name poured out of his mouth as your hand flew over your own. “M’gonna cum into that pretty little mouth of yours.” He said as your eyes widened to where if you let them widen anymore, they surely would’ve popped out of their socket. You tried to pry yourself away from watching but knowing he was touching himself to you, the way you exactly hoped he would, was making your center throb and heat up.

You watched as his tip twitched in his hands, and the liquid spilled out, spilling over the top and running down his cock and fingers. He bucked his hips as he rode out the high he reached, the one he imagined you brought him to. He let out a few pants, before he started shifting around.

You quickly removed yourself from the door frame before quickly walking back downstairs towards the garage where your friends sat.

The spot you were originally sitting in was taken so you found yourself sitting in a new spot, “That was a long piss.” One of your friends stated, breaking you from your thought process. You quickly shifted your attention back to them before clearing your throat, “Oh uh yeah sorry my dad called.” You lied before going back to your brain. Your brain in which the image of Trey just replayed over and over and over again.

[hoosurdaddy]

Imagine sucking both Matt and Trey off at their desks when they get frustrated thinking about what their South Park next episode and taking turns of sucking their cocks as they nonchalantly talk to eachother and pet your hair when they get the chance 🤭

[saffronhaze]

Trey Parker .°˖✧ head cannons

a/n ⌫ i wrote this while i was incredibly high so sorry in advance for any punctuation, spelling or grammar mistakes.

Trey is sort of a sugar daddy in this one 🤭

sfw

Trey is so sweet to you

He’s older than you by a few years but rarely does it make him insecure

He knows you love him and he knows you’d never use him. He just loves to take care of you

It’s a habit at this point. When you’re in any store its just second nature for him to pull out his card and pay.

Even if you begged he’d never split a dinner bill.

You’re his, you’re his everything and he appreciates you so much that money is no obstacle.

In his eyes you give him the world so..what’s a few hundred dollars?

Deep down he knows he works too much. He has such a fear of his job getting in the way of your relationship

When he works long hours or away on business he makes sure you’re okay at least every hour.

“have you eaten today?”

“what are you up to baby? 💕”

“Missing you 💔”

He wants a family with you so badly. He’s a family man, even if he’s older he wants that with you

Your relationship is silly, you’re constantly joking with each other

Sometimes he can tease too much but that’s just who he is. He’ll go to the ends of the earth to make you crack a smile

Besides Matt you’re his favorite person to discuss ideas with. He just knows you’ll lead him in the right direction and support them all.

nsfw

He continues to spoil you in the bedroom

You’re just so beautiful, he can’t ever keep his hands off you

Occasionally he does like to be on bottom, especially when he’s stressed and needs a release.

Most of the time he loves being on top. Not necessarily rough or dominant but he loves focusing on you and your pleasure.

He LOVES getting dirty in public

Maybe not right in your face but the thrill of being caught is incredible

maybe secretly wishes matt would walk in once?

At his office on chill days or out in the swimming pool

Its just so casual for him, he sees no problem being sexual in public areas if the moment is right 👀

Absolutely loves buying any type of lingerie for you

 other than that he’s honestly pretty vanilla

he’s not opposed to trying new things or whatever you’re into

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: :･ﾟ✧:･

[dilfs-and-lana]

there is no doubt in my mind that treys been pegged before

[rat-cigars]

i would actually kill for a trey x reader x matt

Ask and you shall receive 🪷

CW: 18+, smut smut, MDNI

(Gonna use this to connect for part 4 kinda)

The rest of the shoot had gone relatively well given the circumstances. No one really said anything, mostly due to Trey playing it off for you both. Something you couldn’t thank him enough for, even Matt seemed thankful. The events from lunch hadn’t seemed to bother anyone else and luckily it didn’t mess up your scenes with Matt and Trey either. If anything it made your chemistry with Matt more believable, cuddling up as directed in the script.

Still, the day of shooting eventually had to end and this meant going back home. Away from your new favorite fling, and bored to death with no roommates. As you packed your bag to head out and the crew was putting away their equipment, Trey and Matt approached you.

“Hey, what’re your plans after this?” Trey asked, holding his backpack on his shoulder. “Yeah, what trouble are you gonna get in?” Matt teased you, earning a polite chuckle. “Well I’m going to see my TV and probably order some pizza, or whatever is cheap.” You shrugged, putting your bag on. Matt and Trey shared a look back at each other for a moment before Matt spoke again. “Do you wanna get some dinner together and we could run lines? There’s a few parts of the script that Trey wants to change and we promise it won't keep you up.” He smiled, Trey in the background giving some prayer hands.

You thought for a moment, biting your lip. It would be nice to have some company, but also you didn’t want to be up til 3 again. However if Trey was wanting to work on some parts, it would be helpful to get it done early. You nodded, finally answering “Yeah, but y’all are paying for dinner.” You teased with a chuckle heading out with them.

They smiled, excitedly following behind as you drove home. Pulling into the driveway you found your script laying in the grass, going to pick it up as they pulled in behind you. Following you up to the door as you unlocked it, allowing them in. “Well, there it was.” Matt laughed, walking in behind you. Trey set his bag down on the floor next to your recliner, looking through the phone book to find a good pizza place.

In the meantime you headed for your room, Matt following behind. “So, you’re just gonna creep on me?” You rolled your eyes and he smiled, “I can leave if you want, but I know you don’t.��� “Whatever.” You laughed in response, beginning to undress from the day. Matt’s eyes glazing over your body, laying back on your bed. “God, you look so good.” He sighed dreamily, watching you.

“Oh shut up, Treys right down the hall.” You teased, removing your top and turning to face Matt. “So what? He already heard us earlier.” Matt smiled, gently pulling you into him. “I guess..” you whispered, leaning in with him again. The door for your room wasn’t shut, but it wasn't at the top of your mind. Matt’s lips connected with yours as you leaned over him, removing your pants quickly, him pulling off his shirt. He pulled back, leaning into your neck, leaving trails of kisses down to your chest. “Matt..” you sighed happily, reaching to palm his erection as he kissed.

“U-Uh.. do you guys want-“ it was Trey. The surprise caused you both to jump, quickly covering yourselves. Matt shrugged as a wide eyed Trey spoke back into the phone before hanging up. “I'm so sorry.” You groaned, apologizing to Trey. “We should’ve locked it, but I-“ Trey cut you off, eyeing your body. “It’s okay, I shouldn’t have just walked in.” He shrugged.

You looked at Matt, getting an idea, you called for him as he was about to leave. “Trey, um..” you blushed looking down as you walked over to him. “Would you wanna maybe join us?” You looked up to him as he turned around, nodding as he leaned in to kiss you. “Are you okay with this?” Trey was basically asking both of you, looking at Matt as he nodded and you returned to kissing him in response.

You pulled back to walk back to the bed, laying down as you finished removing your clothes. Matt leaned in to kiss you, Trey leaning into your neck, leaving little marks as he worked down to your chest. “Fuck..” Trey whispered, removing his pants, palming himself as he licked your chest. You gasped into Matt’s mouth, your face pink as you couldn’t believe it. Matt and Trey with you, both exploring your body as you laid back, relaxing into their touches.

Trey leaned back up to kiss you and Matt trailed down between your thighs, looking up at you. Trey worked off his boxers, continuing to kiss you as Matt leaned in. Licking a line down your slit, earning a moan from you. “Matt..” you whispered. Trey smiled, beginning to jerk himself off to the sights. Matt continued to lick between your legs, causing you to gasp and moan as Trey moved to position his dick into your mouth.

You smiled up to Trey, quickly pulling his length into your mouth. Repositioning himself again, Matt had pulled back to slowly push himself into you. “You look so good..” Trey groaned, feeling your warm mouth, taking him deep in your throat. “So perfect..” Matt joined, finally filling you up with his own cock. “P-Please use me..” you blushed red, not even able to look Trey in the eyes as you spoke. You weren’t sure why you had gotten so submissive for them, but it felt great.

Matt and Trey chuckled, Trey quickly rutting into your mouth as he let out whimpers of your name. Matt joined, slamming into you at a godly pace. You could feel their eyes on you, and even as Treys orgasm built up, he kept your name in his mouth. You gasped, calling out their names as your own pleasure began to peak, tightening around Matt and moaning on Trey's cock. Without warning however, Matt whimpered as he came into you, riding out his orgasm. Trey wasn’t too far behind, finishing with a load coating your cheeks, stroking himself.

Gasping for a moment, everyone was trying to catch their breath. Eventually Matt pulled out and Trey was quick to offer you a towel for your face. “Thank you.” You smiled, cleaning your face as Matt worked on your thighs. “You’re the best bosses ever.” You teased them, watching Trey get dressed as the food had arrived.

[eatingstringcheese]

subby coop :)

gonna be so honest idek where this came from (i do. i am a FREAK for subby men. like pooks let me take care of you.) afab reader, oral (reader + coop receiving), subby coop <3

coop was stressed out of his mind. the baseketball season was coming to and end and the team was on a winning streak. he had all his confidence in his teammates but for some reason he couldn't shake the nervousness that ate away at him. he tried to ignore it. even distracting himself with his head between your thighs he still thought about the upcoming games.

thats not to say it wasn't great as usual, but you could tell he was swimming in his thoughts. you pushed him away slightly. coop drew back quickly.

"is something wrong?" he mumbled out quickly. eyes catching the light as worry filled his soft blue eyes. "am i not good enough?" his lip was caught between his teeth. he knew he was distracted and it made him feel bad. he wanted to make you cum so hard you saw stars, but he just wasn't on his a-game tonight. he just needs another chance. (if he's honest, he needs you to take care of him. absolutely wreck him. no way he's waking up tomorrow with stable legs, which might suck for the game but who cares?)

you smiled softly, taking his face in your hands and rubbing his cheeks. "no baby, i was gonna ask you the same thing. what's going on in that head of yours?"

he leaned into your touch nervously, still obviously distracted. "just the big game in a week." You smiled softly, pulling him up into the bed to lay with to you. you pulled the covers over the both of you as he buried his face into your tits. you laughed slightly.

"that's it?"

he bit his lip, you weren't going to make fun of him for his request, he wasn't afraid of that. he was worried he might like it too much. there was no denying coop's praise kink.

"would you uhm..." his voice trails off, face flushing as he buries his face farther in your tits. you can feel the way his face heats up on your skin. you run your fingers through his hair, prodding him on to speak.

"sorry, uhm. would you take care of me?"

"that's it? come on baby, you know i'll never pass on a chance for that." you grin, kissing him sweetly as he tried to turn away.

"lay back for me baby boy, let me take care of you." he slips into the role easily. watching you between his thighs as you slowly take of his boxers. his cock presses harder against the fabric, shivering when your hot breath ghosts his cock. you take his waist band in your teeth, making intense eye contact with him. he blushes even more, turning away. whining when you stop.

"babe, look at me. come on." you smile up at him when his gaze meets yours. "atta boy, be good for me, mhm?" he watches as you resume your actions, slowly taking his boxers off with your teeth. he squirms, ready for your mouth on his cock. but he asked you to take care of him, so you’re taking this as slow as possible.

his boxers slide over his cock gently, his cock standing tall and smacking his stomach once released. the tip is red and dripping, you almost jump your plans and take him right there, but you promised your baby all the care he wanted. once his boxers reach his thighs, you pull them down the rest of the way with your hands. your mouth hits his skin, but he groans when your lips meet his inner thighs rather than his hard weeping cock.

“baby please” he begs. “i just want your mouth on my dick, please baby.”

you grin, continuing to place feather light kisses around the area. he whines louder before you pinch his ass roughly. He lets out a squeak, understanding that he should be obeying you.

you take your time before your mouth reaches his cock, massaging his balls and wrapping your hand around his shaft. he continues the whining, despite the earlier warning. he just can’t help it. he wants to be your good boy so bad but it’s just so much and he can’t control himself. you give him a pass this time, knowing he needs this release.

you lean up, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. you pull away and he chases you, hands grabbing your hips. you still pull away, dipping back down and giving the tip of his dick a soft lick. his hips buck instinctively before you start taking the whole thing. you have to hold his hips down, pressing harshly as you take his cock down your throat. 

your mouth enjoys the familiar stretch of his cock, taking him all the way with relative ease. your nose hits his mound of pubic hair with a deep breath before coming back up. he’s already shaking, hands flying everywhere before gripping the sheets.

you continue, quickening your pace and hollowing your cheeks. his head is thrown back before he forces himself to watch you again. he remembered that warning earlier, you come back up, giving a harsh suck to his dick as a reward.

“baby- baby. i’m gonna. babe please i’m so close.” he moans out, thighs tightening under your grip.

you smile internally, unable to with his dick so far down your throat. You pull up, jerking him off with your hand while you speak. He moans loudly when you take him back down your throat. 

you have to fight his thighs while he twitches in your mouth, one last signal before your mouth is being filled with ropes of his stick cum. 

he lays back, defeated. You come up, tongue darting out of your mouth to gather what slipped out. 

you give him a kiss on the nose before stepping out of bed, grabbing a towel and a water bottle. you quickly clean him off, handing him the water bottle while you toss the towel and put a shirt back on.

you return, the water bottle on your night stand and coop snuggled into the bed sheets, you slip in with him, giving him a quick kiss.

“you did so good, baby.” you can imagine his face heating up in the dark room. he silently wraps his arms around you.

“m sorry i didn’t take care of you tonight.”

you shrug, taking his head and laying it on your chest. “no worries handsome. you can always make it up later.” you giggle, giving him one final kiss before letting him drift off to sleep.

uhm...enjoy.

[all4ston3]

corruption w trey parker

note;; uhm this actually started as like a blurb but i got carried away :(( trey makes my mind go blank i just need him so bad

warnings!!;; sucking treys dick, praise, like a pinch of degradation, slightly tipsy trey n reader, she/her pronouns used, begging………. i think that’s all ok bye!!

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u and trey have been friends for a really long time! for almost 5 years, long enough to where there is a mutual attraction but both parties are scared to act on it in fear of ruining a perfectly good friendship. and throughout all those years,, trey has been partying, doing drugs and doing not so innocent things. u stayed home and focused on ur career, honestly u weren’t even aware of all the dirty things he’d been up to!!

one day you guys bump into each other and he offers to take you out for a drink so u two could catch up, and the alcohol loosened him up, so he told you EVERYTHING he had been up to, recounting all of the pleasurable experiences he had that he could remember.

u were left speechless and flustered. u were a shy person, u had maybe 2 sexual encounters in ur life that were very vanilla and honestly boring and unremarkable. as trey was talking u couldn’t help but imagine yourself with him. u being in those girls places, u being the one called a whore or you being the one facefucked.

trey noticed ur silence and ur red cheeks. “what’s up? are you uncomfortable?” he was quick to put his hand on ur shoulder and stare at u, waiting for a response. the worry in his eyes made ur heart melt and you were reminded of how much u truly wanted him. “oh! no not at all actually! i’m just thinking.. i haven’t had any rememberable .. sex experiences. you have so many!” trey sighed in relief at your answer and slid his hand down your arm. he had a wicked smile on his face and he pondered for a second, he was planning something. “that’s okay. it’s okay.. i’m free tonight and i could take you home and show you a time worth remembering. if that’s okay with you?”

you agreed. you had been waiting years to finally hang out with trey. your little crush on him had grown so much over the years and you loved just being around him. spending quality time with him. you loved just being in his presence, being able to smell his cologne or see his face up close and not on the tv. you hadn’t even realized he was talking about sex initially. you only realized when he had you go into his room. he followed behind and shut the door behind him. you looked back and locked eyes with trey, who was smiling and looking at you in an almost evil way.

all he could think about was getting you on your knees in front of him, having you stare up at him and obeying everything he said. he had been waiting for years to have an opportunity to do this. he always thought of how much of a good girl you were, and how he wanted to corrupt your mind. he wanted to be able to have you at his mercy.

he walked over to you and gently took your face in his hands and put his mouth on yours. the alcohol on his breath while he felt you up had you starstruck. you warmed into the kiss and reached up, grabbing his bleached hair. he groaned and was quick to grab your hips and pull them into his. you don’t remember the last time you felt so eager for something. you moved your hands from his hair and reached for his belt, trying to frantically take it off. but before you could he grabbed your hands. “not so fast, if you need it that bad you need to show me and beg for it.”

you were confused and stared up at him, your face red with embarrassment. you were used to men just giving it you without foreplay or anything. you expected to get trey so fast. “i know baby, i know.. just get on your knees and beg, okay? i know you’ll do so well.” he put his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you down. you quickly followed and got down on your knees.

you didn’t know what to do. you put your hands on your lap and looked around as you got progressively flustered. trey noticed your uneasiness and squated down, gently grabbing your hands and massaging them. “i need you to start begging. you want this cock, right?” he asked. you quickly looked at him and nodded, sitting up a little so you were more level with him. “alright, beg for it then.” he had said before standing back up.

his crotch was face level with you and you gently palmed his cock through his clothes. “trey.. please? please…” you had whispered. “speak up. also try harder than that for me. just ‘please’ wont do it for me. beg like you need it. like you’ll die without it.” he pushed your hand away from his crotch and held his belt with both of his hands.

“please!! trey you don’t understand, i need it so bad… been waiting years to finally be with you n do this.. trey i need your cock, i’ll go crazy without it!” you grasped at his pants and stared up at him, pulling at his pants. he said nothing as he undid his belt, only bothering to pull his pants n boxers halfway down before pulling his cock out.

it was big. bigger than you had expected. it was a sight for sore eyes, made you start to drool. “i’ll teach you how to suck cock. i can tell you never have.” he has said without even thinking twice, holding your hair up with his hands. you wanted to be mad at him for saying that, but he was right. you were totally inexperienced. “ok sweetness, i’m going to guide you with my hands. if it’s too much, touch my leg.” he mumbled before bringing your head forward. you opened your mouth and took his tip into your mouth, gently sucking on it before going any further. he grunted and his knees buckled, “fuck, feels so good already..” he continued pushing your head down just a bit more. he held your head still and slowly thrusted in and out of your mouth, never going all the way down. “fuck!” he whimpered, just staring down at your face. “your mouth was made for this.. your mouth was made for my cock n mine only..”

he continued this way for a while before he decided you were okay to go rougher. all of the sudden, he pushed his cock down your throat slowly. you gagged and tried to pull off. “breathe… through your nose..” he grunted, his grip on your hair getting tighter. he was constantly making noises and twitching. you had spit around your mouth and dripping down your chin, you looked pathetic and he took every second of it in. you were a fucking mess and you knew it, but you loved it. you loved being a slut for trey.

it wasn’t much longer before he had came down your throat, pushing your head down as far as you could take it. he got loud, moaning and grunting loud enough to sound like yelling. he pulled out and stared down at you. “you were born for this, god i could use your throat any fucking day.” there was a mixture of cum, tears, spit and sweat all over your face. you wanted to respond to him, but you were too fucked up to think of any words. you were just desperate for him to fuck you like a whore. to fuck you like you didn’t matter to him. he knew this. “okay alright.. go ahead and stand up n get on the bed.”

[therealtreyparker]

it’s 3am and all i can think about rn is professor au trey calling you dumb and lowkey highkey degrading you during tutoring and then getting off on your crying 💀💀💀

[mabelstone]

Bad Habits

matt stone x reader

part four of provocateur <3

part three, masterlist

word count: 3.5k

CW: oral sex, not so awesome sex, a bit more sex, mentions of pregnancy tests, and not very friendly conversations lol

(I've changed to first person writing this - it just flows so much more naturally. I hope that's okay, I'm in the habit now...)

***

It's been four months since my application was finalised. Surprise! I got the promotion. I got a lovely, big office with floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the gloomy but gorgeous heart of Manhattan. I decorated the place quite nicely, a photo frame of my dog on my desk - made from the finest mahogany, a low maintenance fern in the corner and two leather seats for important people to park their backsides. (I truthfully don't think the seats will get much use, but they just fill the space so well, I couldn't resist).

Much has happened in these past four months. For starters, Matt and I rendezvous nearly every second day. Please don't get me wrong, I still hate his guts. But there's something so intoxicating about the way his words cut like a knife but then his body heals the damage tenfold. When I'm under him, I am a living, breathing surge of electricity that no force in this realm could tame. But then that feeling kicks in after when I remember just who I was letting live between my thighs for short periods of time. The most repugnant, self-assured bastard I've ever met. It makes it easy to leave, I must admit. But some invisible pulley mechanism keeps reeling me back in time after time.

That was until last week.

Well actually, last week was a bust.

I went over with the intentions of cutting the cord until I'd seen his messy hair - presumably he'd just woken up. He told me I looked beautiful, then bent me over the sofa and laid into me so good, I nearly said I loved him.

Then the next day fell on it's face too.

I'll set the scene; down on my knees with my hands on his, taking him down my throat inch by inch while he delivered an influx of praise and degradation.

"You can take more than that," as he grabbed a fistful of my hair.

"You must've been very popular in school," he joked, followed by a quick, and almost pained sounding, "no, no, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," when I started to pull off.

And the occasional, "God, you're perfect," that seemed to slip out on its own without his realisation.

By the end of it, my cheeks were soaked with tears and he pulled me off by my hair, gasping with spit dripping from my chin like a big slobbery dog.

Okay. So last night I finally did it.

My naked body atop his cold kitchen counter, back arched like a cat as his tongue dove in and out of me. I reached a shaky hand back to grab a fistful of his hair, my stomach doing acrobatics at the noises he was making. Of course, within small minutes, I was a trembling mess, lost in overstimulation, hurtling through my third orgasm of the night where I was nearly blind.

“That’s enough,” I pleaded with him, tears spilling down my cheeks. I locked my legs together best I could while trembling like a hypothermic slowly freezing to death. I batted him away, sitting back on my heels, heaving and panting as I tried to regulate my heart and lungs to a comfortable rate. His long arms snaked around my body, warm lips kissing up my spine before he pulled my back flush against his chest.

"Mmm, God, I could do that forever," he mumbled against my shoulder, a drop of his sweat falling from a curl and splashing down my bare chest.

"We can't," I spoke soft, a gentle protest. "This isn't working." My heart dropped at my own words, I could almost hear his doing the same.

"What do you mean?" He asked a bit defensively, pulling away from me. "What part of amazing casual sex isn't cutting it for you?" He was obviously trying to omit an air of humour, though I could tell he was in disbelief.

"Yeah, it is amazing, but," I continued to talk as I slid off the counter, heading to his bedroom to find my clothes. "I think it's, like, fucking me up psychologically." I slipped on one of his t-shirts - a bad habit that I'd be entertaining for the last time - that fit me like a knee length dress.

"You fallin' in love with me?" He grinned at me across the room, slipping on a fresh pair of boxers.

"Funny," I dead panned, shimmying my way into my far too tight panties. "I had to take another pregnancy test."

"You're not pregnant, right?" Suddenly all the blood drained from his face, his demeanour shifting from indignant to serious in a fraction of a second.

"No," I laughed, his stress slipping away just as fast. "I just think we're too old to be fooling around like teenagers. Don't you wanna find a nice girl and settle down?" I shoved his shoulder playfully to soften the blow, but he wasn't having it.

He squinted his eyes, scanning my face as if he were a computer analysing me.

"You met someone, didn't you?" He concluded pointedly, ticking his jaw as he had so many times.

When I didn't reply, he pushed further. "Is he any good?"

"I'm not sleeping with him," I scoffed, walking into his ensuite to pee while he stood at the door, arms folded. Oh, yeah. We've gotten very comfortable.

"I'm actually shocked." He looked like a kicked puppy.

"Do you want to be in a committed relationship with me, Matthew?"

"I- uh-" He stammered, and I scoffed from my spot on the toilet.

"Exactly." I rolled my eyes, washing my hands and glancing up at him through the mirror. There's no way he's that fucking selfish. Obviously I wasn't actually asking him to be my boyfriend, but it still stung a bit to be honest.

"Oh, come on. We don't exactly have the foundation to be this perfect, healthy couple you dream of," he countered, staying where he was while I pushed past him. "We've got an awesome thing going, Jumpy. Let's not make any rash decisions."

"No... I've thought it over," I reassured him, heading for the front door. "You've said it yourself. No strings attached. Let's keep it casual, dude," I mocked him, making air quotes with my fingers.

"Don't come crawling back when he can't make you finish," he took me by surprise, slinking in front of me and opening the door.

"At least he's worth more than just a fuck," I countered, though I instantly regretted what I said. "See you at work, Matty." I reached up on my toes and pecked his cheek while he stared on in disbelief.

So, yes. I started online dating. And don't call me an asshole, because while I may have been the only one Matt was fucking, his phone was always blowing up with random women begging for him to go out with them. I went on a few dates, with most of the guys either so self obsessed it made me wonder if they'd rather being jacking off in front of a mirror, or so business driven that it felt like they were trying to sell themselves to me. Either way, it was all a big failure until I met Trey. He was funny and handsome and so charming. I could spend hours listening to him babble and never get bored. We didn't seem to have much in common besides our sense of humour, but he seemed genuinely interested in me beyond what was beneath my clothes.

He was quite a successful business man, telling me about all the overseas travel he does and - I zoned out the rest. He was really gorgeous. Pale blue eyes, short brown hair. I think he was only like, 10 years older than me. We went on quite a few dates before we finally stumbled into his penthouse, limbs entangled on his bed like pretzels. I hadn't even thought about Matt the whole time. Fuck, I'm thinking about Matt. Whatever, he probably has some bitch in his bed right now. He'd been giving me the cold shoulder at work and it was actually starting to hurt my feelings. Fuck it.

"Wanna have sex?" I murmured against Trey's lips. I needed a good distraction fast.

"What a stupid question," he smiled, flipping me onto my back. He reached over me to a little dresser beside his bed, pulling out a singular condom, ripping the packet with his teeth before placing it back on the dresser.

He continued to kiss me, his tongue roaming the entire expanse of my mouth, his hands gently carding through my hair. This is way better than a cheap fuck. His lips connected with my throat, leaving hot kisses across my skin, trailing down to my collarbones, goosebumps covering my skin. My hands roamed his neck and shoulders, the smell of his cologne only turning me on more. He gently unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lack of bra.

"You're so beautiful," he confessed, taking one of my breasts into his mouth. I autonomously arched my back, my hands rubbing up his sides in a silent plea for him to take his shirt off. He got the memo immediately, pulling it over his head before pushing my skirt up, revealing the prettiest panties I owned. He wasted no time locking lips with me again, impatiently pulling his pants off and rolling on the condom effortlessly, not pulling away from me once. “Ready?” He pulled away briefly to look in my eyes. I nodded with my lip between my teeth, preparing for the pain to come after he slipped my panties to the side.

He slid himself in slowly. He definitely had length. But there wasn’t that usual pain I’d grown accustomed to over the past couple months. I rolled my hips, encouraging him to pick up the pace. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, hitting my cervix in one precise thrust.

“Trey,” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulder. Okay, he was definitely long, surprisingly. He continued to pile into me, a bit more gentle than I liked it, but he was getting the job done nonetheless. I grabbed his free hand palmed it into my breast, trying my best to bounce my hips against him in the difficult position I was pinned in.

“You feel amazing,” he groaned with his forehead against mine, our sharp breaths huffing against one another. His strokes were deep, almost too deep. Ow, fuck. I got a cramp in lower abdomen, presumably from the blunt force trauma to my cervix. I tried to enjoy the next few minutes, but with all the work stress, and thoughts of Matt, and that horrid pain in my stomach that seemed to be getting sharper, I had a brilliantly, terrible idea.

I swear, I have never had to do this before. But he’s so nice, and I actually really like him! I wouldn't want to crush his self esteem.

“Oh!” I cried out, throwing my head back in mock pleasure. “Yes! Right there! I’m gonna-“

Please, never ever ever let Trey find out what I’m about to do.

I arched my back so far back, I swear I could’ve slipped a disc. Our bare chests touching, I flexed my walls to mock the contractions of an orgasm, contorting my face and moaning his name like an award winning actress.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, spilling into the condom with three final (painfully deep) thrusts. Once he composed himself, he peeled his sweaty body from mine, panting like a dog. I did the same, though I’d be lying if I said it was half genuine. Finally when I could stretch my body out, the cramp started to subside.

“Wow,” he breathed from beside me, pulling the condom off and tying it before throwing it into the bin beside his bed. “You’re just… something else.”

With lack of constructive things to say floating through my brain, I turned onto my elbows and kissed him. Good save.

“I need to use your bathroom,” I smiled against his lips, slipping off the edge of his bed and chucking on the dress shirt he wore to our date tonight. Bad habit. “Oh, shit, sorry, can I wear this just for a moment?”

“Of course, it looks cute,” he grinned at me, motioning to his bathroom with his head. “Down the end of the hall to the left.”

His place was breathtaking. The highest level of the building, the walls lined with tasteful art. In his bathroom was a signed photo of him and Shaquille O’Neal. Interesting. I could actually see the New York Times’ building from his bathroom window and couldn’t help but wonder what Matt was doing right now. Or, who he was doing. I’d never admit it to anyone, but I wished I was with him more than anything right now.

Despite this, I splashed my face with water and headed back to Trey’s bed where… he was dozing off. Typical. As quietly as humanly possible, I slipped my clothes from earlier on and grabbed my things. On my way out the door, one of my heels slipped from my grasp and clattered loudly against the hardwood floors. I winced and glanced over at Trey, who, thankfully, was dead asleep.

I looked at my notifications to see ‘one deleted message from Matt Stone’ and nothing else. I sighed and shot Trey a text,

little family emergency, sorry to run out on you

you looked very relaxed. i had a wonderful night, i’d love to catch up again xxx thank you for tonight

Then I hailed a cab, holding my heels in one hand and my handbag in the other, hair a mess, looking like a corner girl who’d had a reasonable working night. Hah. If Matt saw me right now, he’d say exactly that.

***

Work was slow that week, many late nights and early mornings that seemed to roll on one continuous loop. I was up to my elbows in editorials and research projects that I often didn’t even have time to go down for lunch. I even had to ask a friend of mine to watch my dog.

“It’ll all be worth it, this is your dream!” She reassured me, starting to close her wire door in my face. “Don’t stress about the dog, he can stay here as long as you need. Isn’t that right, baby? Yes it is! Say bye to mommy!” She cooed at him, and I couldn’t help but fear that by the time I came back to collect him, she would’ve tossed him into her car and travelled across the country with him. I was already on the verge of being late, so I had to slip that thought to the back of my mind until further notice.

The new intern, Annie, walked in with big, bouncy blonde waves and a ginormous smile that told of her very little time here so far. “Good morning!” She beamed, and I must say, having such a charismatic, fresh face around the office gave me a little boost of energy.

“Good morning,” I smiled back. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, um- Mr. Stone offered to buy you a coffee this morning. Something about an anniversary?” Her faced flushed even just saying those words.

“What anniversary?” I snorted, shaking my head.

“Sorry to be rude but, aren’t you together?” She tilted her head like a confused puppy, and seemed quite pleased when I shook my head at her. “O-oh! Okay…”

“May I please have an iced latte with 3 shots?” I spoke without taking my eyes off my computer, an arrogant habit I’d unfortunately picked up. She nodded fast and rushed out of the room. I took this chance to have a break from my computer (not even an hour in).

“Happy anniversary,” I let myself into his office, sitting in that dreadful velvet chair.

“I’dunno what you’re on about,” he sighed, eyes glued to his desktop.

“Well, thanks for the coffee, anyway.”

“Again, no clue what you’re talking about,” he sighed emphatically again, resting his fingers on his temples. “Don’t you have a fuck tonne of work to do?”

“You are such an asshole!” I laughed exasperatedly, cursing myself for even trying to interact with him.

“How was your… date?” He popped the ‘t’ on date as if it left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Wonderful,” I deadpanned, heading for the door. Maybe it was a good thing that I put a stop to our unprofessional fuck-sessions.

“So, he any good?” He looked up at this point, intrigued.

“God, yes,” I lied through my teeth, strutting back into my own office.

The day rolled on slowly as anticipated, but on the bright side, I finished all the really important stuff. Even though it was approaching 8pm now. I took off my headphones and shut down my desktop when I heard something that made my stomach drop.

Rhythmic pounding of something from the next door office. I opened my door and crept into the hallway to make sure my ears weren't deceiving me. No fucking way.

A very vocal woman crying out, "yes, Matt!"

"Keep you voice down," he scolded, followed by her now muffled sounds of pleasure. Truthfully, it made me queasy, but also so angry that I could bust down his door and slap the shit out of him. I hung around his doorway in shock, feeling like I was frozen in place. Was I really jealous when this is what I wanted? He didn't owe me anything. After all, we were just screwing.

"Oh, Y/N," I heard a soft whimper for him and my heart dropped, eyes widening so far, I'm surprised they didn't fall out of my head. I had to bring a hand to my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

"What?" She panted, sounding just as shocked, if not, a little offended.

"Huh? Nothing, just- just keep going," he sighed frustratedly, but the pounding never started again.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked, and I had a rough idea where this was going. I quickly ran back to my office, sitting behind my desk as if I'd been there the whole time, though my racing heart said otherwise. As if on cue, his office door opened with such force that it slammed against the door frame and shook the wall between us. Then I saw those elegant blonde waves bouncing as she practically ran for the elevator.

Annie?

Don't laugh, don't laugh.

But I couldn't help myself, bursting out into near maniacal hysteria, trying to muffle my amusement with both of my hands - how I imagine he tried to shut her up before he ruined it all. But it was no use, he heard and sheepishly walked to my door, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Real professional," I blurted, trying to calm myself down so I wouldn't laugh in his face. No, I was more respectful than that. I placed my hands in my lap a blew out a long breath I seemed to be holding, forcing back giggles.

"Seriously, fuck you," he growled, walking closer and closer to my desk, a pointed, accusing finger coming toward my face. "You are the biggest slut I know, so I don't know how you can judge."

"I'm the biggest slut?" I scoffed incredulously, standing before him where his heaving chest was only inches from mine. Suddenly, it wasn't funny anymore. "You'd fuck anything with two legs and a heartbeat so long as it looked in your direction! Fuck you."

"Here you go," he laughed in my face, looking down at me like a kid. "I hear you making personal calls. 'Oh, Trey, I'd love to go to Dubai with you! Even though we just met and I only want your money.'" He mocked me in an irritating, high pitched voice, his face red with anger.

"Get the fuck out of my face," I snapped, shoving him back by his chest. "You're insane! Eavesdropping on my private conversations?"

"I'm not eavesdropping, I couldn't care less," he seethed, his tone condescending as he slowly lost his grip. "These walls are very thin, you know."

"I know," I laughed, slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Oh, Y/N," I mocked him this time, on my way out the door when he grabbed my wrist.

"Don't tell a soul, or I will ruin you." He threatened, eyes dark and his tone serious.

"Let go of me, Matt," I groaned, dramatically ripping my arm from his grip. "I'm going to Dubai, you know that," I feigned a smile, surprised with the pang of upset I felt when his face dropped.

"You're actually going with this dude? You think he gives a shit about you?" He had that stupid judgemental look on his face, and that was enough to stop me feeling bad for him.

"I thought you couldn't care less?" I turned from him, heading for the elevator. "It's not me you have to worry about. Interns will say anything to get a permanent position."

I didn't have to look back at him to know what his expression would be, and the slam of his office door confirmed that for me.

they are so toxic... i can't decide what ending i want to give them. maybe only 1 or 2 chapters left <3

[remersgf]

hi wait um corruption kink!trey wanting to do anal because it’s ‘dirty’ and ‘wrong’ and ur so soft and naive and innocent

[telekineticseance]

PURPLE PASSION

kinktober day one: leather & latex

pairing: trey parker x f! reader

summary: trey finds out you liked what he looked like in that one orgazmo suit

genre: smut

word count: 3170

cw: f!masturbation, mentioned age gap (mid20s!f x mid40s!m), dick riding, small subby trey moment, unprotected sex

author's note: the suit is technically like vinyl but oh well

Ever since you watched Orgazmo all you could think about was Trey in that vinyl suit, it drove you crazy and you hadn’t said a word to him about watching it. Not that you think he would mind, you just had never really watched any of his older stuff since you didn;t really know much about him before the two of you got together a year or so ago.

Your relationship had a pretty significant age gap as you were in your mid-20s and Trey was in his mid-40s, so when he asked for your number at an event that your friend made you go to, it definitely caught you by surprise, especially when you found out who he was shortly afterwards.

But now here you were, sitting in his house, or your shared house, while he was at work, rewatching Orgazmo just for a chance to see him in the vinyl suit once more. You constantly had the thought of bringing it up to him, maybe suggesting the suit without actually telling him what the source of it was, but you couldn’t find yourself to actually do it.

You felt your hand grab the remote as you continued to press the button to rewind the fight scenes over and over again, watching the way his arms flexed, the way the chest hair poked over the top of the suit.

A sigh escaped your mouth as you crossed your legs, repositioning yourself to try and ignore the obvious feeling that started to grow. You pressed the play button on the remote again, watching the scene play out on the screen, completely starting to miss the original plot of the movie. You glanced at your phone, checking to see if Trey had sent you anything about his status at work but instead you were just faced with the clock that read 7:36PM meaning Trey probably wouldn’t be home for at least another 2 hours, at least.

You paused the movie, looking at the clip of Trey in the suit as you bit your bottom lip before sighing and getting up from the bed. “This is disgusting.” You mumbled to yourself as you shimmied your pants down to your ankles, leaning back against the pillows.

Your eyes fixated on the screen, your teeth sinking so deep into your lip, you thought you could taste the metallic flavor of blood against your tongue. You slipped your fingers in between your thighs, running them along the inside before you reached the fabric of your panties, slowly applying pressure and starting to rub against your folds.

The heartbeat in your chest started to quicken along with the pace of your hand as you let out a few gasps, your eyes still fixated on the screen. You heard a small whine escape from your mouth before moving aside your panties with your fingers, dipping on in between your folds.

“Hmm Trey…” His name left your lips, the same lingering feeling it leaves when he’s the one making you feel this way. And in a way, it was kind of him causing this feeling in the first place.

You let out another moan as you continued pumping your fingers, feeling your stomach start to tighten while you continued rubbing at your clit.

“Hey beautiful I came home for lunch to see you an-” Trey’s voice rang through as the bedroom door opened and you quickly pulled your hand away, grabbing the remote to shut off the tv. When you turned to look at the door you saw Trey standing there with two bags of Mcdonald’s food and a confused look on his face.

His eyes scanned down to the pants on the floor to you practically sprawled out on the bed before he opened his mouth to speak before closing it again as the gears in his head started turning to figure out what he was looking at. “Were you…?” He asked, glancing back down at the pants before going back to you.

“Was I what?” You asked, trying to act calm as you leaned back on the pillows, turning onto your side as you tried giving him the best “sexy” pose to try and deter his mind from what he may or may not have seen.

“Were you…ya know?” He asked, setting the food down on the table next to the bed as he slowly walked over before coming over and hovering over you, “Having fun without me?” He asked, his hands trailing down to the elastic on your panties, giving them a small tug.

You bit your bottom lip as you watched him, “Maybe I was,” you spoke softly to him. He gave you a small chuckle before putting his lips to yours, pulling off his zip up hoodie in the process. His hands went to your torso as he shifted slightly, accidentally hitting the remote as he did so, flipping the screen back on.

“Oh shit. Hold on,” Trey mumbled as he grabbed the remote and turned to turn off the screen and before you could stop him, his eyes were already staring at the paused image of him. “Hold on..”

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you tried hiding under the hem of your shirt. “Is that what you were watching when you…?” He asked as his gaze pulled from the screen back onto you. Your cheeks started to heat up as you gave him a small nod, “Mmhmm.”

Trey tried holding back a laugh but failed as his face scrunched up as he let out a decently loud laugh, making you want to curl up and die in a hole somewhere where he would never find you.

When the laughter subsided he looked back at you, “Wait..why?” He asked, his curiosity perking up. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” you mumbled, turning away from him.

“Hey..” He cooed, his arm wrapping around you from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder, “Was it me?” He asked, a hint of cheeriness in his voice.

“Yeah.” You told him, hoping he would just take that as an answer and move on from the topic, and hopefully just forget about it all together so you would never have to worry about it again.

“What about me?” He asked, pressing light kisses against your shoulder as his fingers ran up and down your arm. “Hm?”

You let out a small sigh, “Nothing. Just missed you because of work.” You lied before he grabbed you lightly by your shoulder, turning you on your back as he lied next to you on his side, “You’re lying.”

“Am not.” You told him, turning your head to get a better look at him. He had both of his eyebrows raised as he looked at you, “Are too. Now come on, just tell me.” He whined, his face turning into a pout. You tried looking away but the pout on his face only increased more as he inched closer, begging you to tell him.

“Fine. It was the vinyl suit.” You mumbled the last part. “I’m sorry, I didn't quite catch that.”

“It was the purple suit. The vinyl one? The one you wore? The one you're wearing right there.” You confessed, motioning to the image that still displayed on the screen. Trey’s mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape.

You felt the heat come back to your face again as you looked at him, embarrassed by your confession. “But it’s whatever. It’s just a silly thing. Not like there was some other guy in it.” You spoke as you grabbed the remote from Trey, shutting off the screen.

Trey’s facial expression quickly changed to a more neutral one as he gave you a small nod, “You’re right. You are right.” He spoke, turning back to you. “How many times have you…?”

“Oh my god Trey can we please just not talk about it anymore?” You snapped, immediately feeling bad for the slight raise in your voice, “I’m sorry I’m just a little embarrassed and would rather not talk about it.”

Trey quickly nodded before grabbing the bags of food from the bedside table, “Well then..we won’t talk about it. Until then, I brought you lunch, thought we could lay in bed and watch a movie, not Orgazmo, together until I have to go back?”

“I’d love that.” You told him, grabbing one of the bags from him as the two of you started watching a random movie he put on together and ate, him not bringing up the suit incident again, at least you thought he wouldn’t.

—

The next couple of days were quiet around the house, Trey was only home in the late hours of the night and he would mainly just go to bed when you were already drifting off and then he would wake you up by giving you a small forehead kiss before leaving to go back to work.

You knew with Wednesday coming up you knew Trey would be home earlier than usual so you wanted to surprise him. You started by setting up the dinner table with one of Trey’s favorites that the two of you would cook together during off season before you changed into the dress you had worn when you met Trey, just to give the night an even better feeling with it.

When you were finishing up with getting dressed, you heard the front door open and Trey’s voice started echoing throughout the house, searching for you. You walked down the stairs and rounded the corner to see Trey, the hair on his head disheveled, a random sports shirt, and baggy jeans. When you rounded the corner he practically dropped the backpack resting on his shoulder, as his face lit up, his eyes brightening from the tiredness that usually sat in them during his work weeks.

“Hi baby.” His voice perked up as he slowly walked over towards you, his arms wrapping around your waist, “I’ve missed you,” He spoke softly, his eyes scanning you.

“Is that the dress you wore when we met?” He asked, grinning.down at you, his thumbs rubbing circles in your lower back as he held you close. You gave him a small nod as he let out a small hum, leaning down and giving you a small kiss. “Still as beautiful as the first time I saw you.” He whispered against your lips causing a blush to rise to your cheeks.

“Come on, I have something for you.” You told him as you pulled away from his grasp, taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen. Trey followed you closely behind, his hand not letting go of yours as this is the first time you two have been equally awake and active in almost a week.

“Ta-da!” You spoke, showing him the food laid out on the table in front of you. “Awwwhh.” Trey let out a soft groan, not a negative one, as he looked at the table before looking back at you, “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” you responded, looking up at him, “I missed you too.”

Trey let out a small sigh with a smile in response, running his hand along your cheek, into your hair, “Well I got you something too. But it’ll have to wait until after dinner.”

You bit your bottom lip, nodding as the two of you sat at the table, your curiosity piquing at what Trey could’ve possibly gotten for you.

The two of you sat through dinner, Trey telling you about how the show had been going along with the other projects he had been working on and you listened, loved hearing him talk about the things he was passionate about, the way he’d talk with his hands and how his face would light up like a kid in a toy store. It’s what made you fall in love with him, and stay in love with him.

When the dinner came to an end, Trey got up from his chair and looked at you, “Okay wait here and give me like 10,,,no 5…no 10 minutes. Okay?” You nodded in response before he ran towards the stairs and went up them as fast as he could.

You continued to sit in curiosity, of course you and Trey had always planned surprises for each other but this one was different, the way he talked about it was in a different tone, and he definitely seemed a little more energetic about it than normal.

You watched the clock as the minutes passed. Finally, when it hit 10 minutes, you slowly walked yourself up the stairs before being met with the closed door at the end of the hallway. “Trey?” You asked, giving it a light knock.

“Come iiinnnn.”

You opened the door slowly, not knowing what to expect to be behind it but were suddenly taken aback by the sight of your long term boyfriend in a familiar vinyl suit that pressed tightly against his body, his age definitely filling it out in a different shape than it once did, but still looking good nevertheless.

“Trey…” You could barely form words, not knowing whether you were fighting back a sob of what could’ve been excitement or laughter. He even had the matching gloves and mask on. “I know I don’t look like how I used to, but I even shaved my arms again for this.”

You felt as though your heart was going to beat out of your chest as you bit your bottom lip, eyes scanning him from the tip of his head to the bottoms of his shoes. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“Does it still work for you?” He asked, giving you a small spin, running his hands along his body in a playful way, causing you to roll your eyes. “And what if it does?” You asked, inching closer to him. He looked down at you as you walked closer, your bodies beginning to touch.

“I would say it’s a mission accomplished then.” He looked down at you, his hand beginning to snake around you. You reached your hand up, pulling the mask from off his face before tossing it aside. “Well then it looks like you’re right.”

You felt him lean down, kissing you deeply as if you hadn’t kissed for days, which in reality you probably hadn’t. Your hands ran along the vinyl of the suit, taking in the feeling of what you could previously only picture in your mind.

Trey’s gloved fingers ran along your arm, before he slipped your straps off your shoulders, letting your dress pool around your ankles. “Were you really not wearing anything under that this whole time?”

“Does that bother you?” You asked, letting your fingers loop around the belt around his waist. He let out a small laugh in response while shaking his head, “Not at all.”

You felt the two of you slowly make your way to the bed, turning so Trey lied on his back as you climbed on top, letting your hands feel the vinyl against his skin.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you like this before.” Trey commented, letting out a small breath and leaning his head back into the pillow below him as your hands moved lower down his body.

He shifted under your weight, his breathing starting to quicken as you started palming him through the suit, feeling a lack of underwear underneath which only made you more excited.

His mouth parted as his breaths grew heavy, letting out little gasps as you continued rubbing him through the tightening fabric.

Trey’s hands moved up to the zipper that sat on his chest as he gave it a slight tug before looking down at you, “May I?” He asked as you gave him a nod, watching as he tugged at the zipper, slipping the straps off his shoulders.

You ran your hands up his chest, taking in the feeling of his skin against yours, missing the touch of him.

You leaned down, pressing your lips against his as you helped him slide the vinyl suit down as low as you could reach, but enough to where his cock sprang out from the restraint of the suit.

You wrapped your fingers around his length, sliding it from the base to the top as you moved slow enough making sure to take in this moment for the two of you.

“Fuck me.” Trey mumbled under his breath, his eyes screwed shut while he practically shuddered under your touch.

“What was that?” You asked, tightening your grip ever so slightly as you continued stroking.

“Baby please.” He winced under your touch, thrusting up into your hand, barely able to open his eyes to look at you.

It didn’t take much for you to give in because you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you, if not more. You moved your legs to be on either side of him before lowering yourself onto him, moving your hips as you did so.

You felt Trey’s hands grab onto your hips, the coldness from the vinyl sending chills down your spine as you continued moving your hips, holding onto his stomach.

The beads of sweat ran down his forehead as you gazed down, seeing the way his cheeks were starting to flush to a rose shade. His grip continued to tighten on your hips as he thrust up occasionally, a grunt escaping from him as he did so.

You leaned down, kissing him once more as you felt your lips melt together, feeling Trey’s hands move to tangle into your hair. “God I’ve missed you.” Trey mumbled against your lips in between breaths before putting his lips to yours once more.

You felt the familiar tightening in your lower stomach as your breathing increased, the moans between the two of you getting louder as your pace started to grow. When you tried to open your mouth to speak the only sounds you could produce were moans and hums.

The tightening in your stomach ran down as you started to feel your body heat increase with your heart rate, the feeling of your peak only getting higher with every move you made.”M’gonna..” You whined out, burying your face into his neck as Trey’s grip on your hair tightened, signaling he was almost there as well.

The pornographic sounds in the room continued to increase before you reached your high, tightening around Trey’s cock before releasing, feeling his tip twitch from inside as he released himself.

You continued rotating your hips, riding out the high from the two of you before letting out a small sigh, continuing to lay on his chest as you felt his hand move from your hair to stroke your spine lightly. “So are there any other turn ons you have that I should know about?” His voice broke the silence before you glared up at him, resting your head back on his chest. 

“Shut up, Trey.”

[hoosurdaddy]

Lights, Camera.

Pairing: Trey Parker x Actress!Reader.

Triggers: 18+, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering. tbh Trey would never do or say anything like this, I actually wanted to die writing this omg. Pretend BASEketball had a sex scene. Cheesey 2000 movie lines.

"Action."

A word that made your stomach hit the floor everytime the camera's were rolling. It being your first movie and all, you figured it was just nerves. BASEketball was your first movie, and it was also your first sex scene with your co-star Trey Parker, who was playing Joe Cooper, and you, his love interest; Michelle Hyland.

Your character was a sexy, sassy friend of Coop and Remer from high school, who has always had a thing for Coop. Trey was already a big star already with his show South Park and Cannibal!The Musical. You, on the other hand, were a struggling actress having acted in a commercial or two, but here was to hoping BASEketball was hit.

In 'Coops room' there was little to no decorations. It was suppose to look like a struggling man in his twenties room. No candles, no flowers or anything to set the mood. But luckily, you had Trey and the whole film crew to make you both comfortable. Trey especially was very kind in making sure everything was going the way it should to ensure your safety and comfortability.

As the film crew were getting set up to film the final touches, you awkwardly fidgeted with the lingerie you were wearing for the scene.

"Are you nervous, Trey?"

"Eh, a little. But I mean, making out with you is a bonus." Trey laughed, making you hit his arm playfully. He was such a flirty but you couldn't help but smile. Trey, still noticing your nervous energy, grabbed your hand.

"Don't be nervous, Y/N. Just follow my lead and we should be okay."

"I can't fake having sex, Trey." You sighed, squeezing his hands. You looked over to see that the crew was nearly finished setting up.

"You don't have too."

"What?"

"Well, I can actually.. ya know," Trey's hand slid down over your thigh, opening your legs ever so slightly. "I mean I wouldn't be complaining, it's not everyday I get to eat pussy and I mean, I think I'm quite good at it.. Obviously, if that's okay with you."

You could hear the director starting to count down to the scene, but it was hard to listen when Trey's hand was rubbing up and down your thigh and the pool of arousal from this act building up in the panties of your lingerie. You took a moment to weigh your options before nodding up at Trey, showing him you approved. "Okay."

"Just breathe,okay?"

"3,2,1- action." David shouted, and the cameras were rolling.

Trey leaned in slowly. You smirked up at him, trying to protray your confident character to the cameras. You swear Trey could feel your heart beating out your chest as your lips met. Trey's hand ran down your thigh again, making you gasp when his hand cupped your pussy. You took the opportunity to run your hands down Trey's chest.

Trey pulled back teasingly to plant a few kisses upon your breast. You moaned, your hands in his hair almost pushing him down to your pussy. Everything Trey was doing was getting the right reaction out of you. This easily will be the best scene in BASEketball, and Trey knew that.

After a few marks left on your breasts, Trey could feel you humping him hand. Trey continued to kiss down your body, throwing the blanket used for the scene over his head and pulled off your panties. You sighed nervously when your panties were taken off.

You both only had ten minutes to perfect the scene, meaning Trey had to get to work. Slowly, Trey pushed two fingers in your hole before placing his tongue onto your clit. You moaned loudly, clutching onto the blankets. All your moans were for him.

"C-coop." You moaned, biting back from calling Trey's name out. The lust you felt for Trey wasn't fake; maybe for your character, but not for you as Trey continued to lap at your clit.

Trey continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, making your moans of pleasure grow louder. You buckled your hips against Trey's face, forcing his fingers deeper into your pussy as he searched for your sweet spot.

"It's too good." You whimpered as your orgasm built. Trey's tongue laid flat against your slit before moving it back up to your clit and removed his fingers, his hands now holding your hips. Trey knew David would be happy with the scene.

Trey's tongue slipped into you. The pleasure was too much for you to bear as you gripped onto your breasts and allowed curse words to fall from your lips. Trey was devouring you in ways you couldn't imagine.

Finally, You let out one final moan and allowed your orgasm to wash over you. Trey smirked as he came up from thighs to your face with your cum all over his. Trey's tongue ran over his lips, letting out a moan at your taste before planting a kiss onto your lips once again.

You let out a weak laugh into the kiss. You both only wished that you could do more, but you weren't porn stars; it would have to wait till later.

"I better win an oscar after this." You panted quietly. Trey had just given you an orgasm infront of a camera and a room full of people. Obviously, no one knew. No one but you two.

Trey laughed quietly, planting one more kiss onto your cheek before David called cut.

Spoiler you didn't win an oscar.

[boxblondiecoops]

A snippet as proof for what I'm writing. Under the cut gays. It's smutty and readers a guy because it's so horribly self-indulgent.

He made sure your head was sorta-kinda comfortable on the hard arm of the couch, his hands grabbing the back of your knees and moving your legs all the way up to your chest

“Hold these for me.” He grinned when your hands moved to the back of your own knees, holding them in place. Your eyes went wide as he licked greedily along his left, again, big, hand before sucking on his fingers. It was all for show- and it definitely did its job, given how fast your flush flooded down your body. It was so fucking hot- both him and the room. “Atta boy. Hold still.” 

His drool-covered middle finger traced along your hole, slowly pushing in- carefully. However, he was only a little surprised to see how well your body took him. He let out a groan, his head dropping down, mostly for dramatics, before he looked back up at you. His smirk was full of mischief as the words left his lips.

“No fucking way. Oh, you so played with yourself before you came over, huh? That’s so fucking dirty.” he almost laughed, watching you hide behind your knees. “Aw, baby! It’s ok.” He teased, testing out the waters. He pushed his finger deeper, setting up a steady pace before he added a second finger, his ring finger. His right hand moved over yours, spreading your leg out to the side, away from the couch. 

“Nah, no hiding. Watch how well you take it."

Gonna SCREAM over my own fucking shitty writing guys