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Trey's Party γReader x Trey Cloverγ -chapter 2
: ΜΜβ After setting up the real birthday party, Trey takes you to the balcony for a special surprise : ΜΜβ warnings: smut, edging, semi-public sex, walking in on you, no protection, fem/afab reader : ΜΜβ 2.7k words : ΜΜβ [a/n]: after fighting for my life i finally finished this chapter!! aksduhfaisudf This Is For All My Trey Lovers Out There... enjoy!!!! gonna work on requests and drabbles for a bit now. : ΜΜβ chapter 1, (chapter 2), chapter 3
"Not too shabby for a kitchen birthday party, right, Prefect?"
You and Trey admire each other's work of setting up his birthday party. As a "punishment" for making up a wild excuse about Trey's surprise party, the rest of the Heartslabyul gang let both of you finish decorating with the supplies Trey carried back for you. Although not as put together as Cater's color-coordinated streamers, it is neater than Ace's⦠creative liberty with the balloon placement. At the end of the day, it's a presentable party fit for Trey's easygoing nature.
"Good work you two," Riddle starts as he looks around the colorful kitchen, "I'll call the rest of the dorm here to get things started."
You release a breath you didn't know you were holding. Although you've known Riddle for some time now, he still makes you nervous after the whole "off with your head" incident. He's mellowed out, but still carries a strong sense of authority to his dorm members. This party was a test of his new, laid-back personality, letting everyone decorate as they please, rather than following the Queen's strict rules. Hence, forming a more teenager-friendly social rather than a formal banquet for a birthday party. You've caught Riddle tense up a few times, ready to scold the party planners for violating countless rules, but he's done well on holding back. Tomorrow, things will go back to normal, but tonight is free game.
As other Heartslabyul students filter into the kitchen to celebrate, everyone fills their plates with various treats. Cater was tasked with leading the baking, and with some help from the Science Club members, the treats turned out edible. It's truly the downfall of a surprise party for the guy who's a wizard in the kitchen. As per tradition, you all sing happy birthday to Trey, who almost looks embarrassed to be there. The crowd dissipates to the rest of the dorm, to the kitchen, lounge, foyer, and hallways. You find yourself nestled in one of the couches of the lounge, wrapped in a blanket and sipping on some fruit punch. After the rain shower, you were still feeling chilled.
"Comfortable?" a familiar voice snaps you out of your trance.
After today's encounters, you feel a bit more normal around Trey. He still makes your heart flutter, but you can push down your stammering voice to talk to him. Are these feelings? No no, he's just your upperclassmen. Everyone feels flustered around their elders, right?
"Mm," you mumble as you place your empty punch cup on the end table. "The extra sizes are helpful."
You've been trying to ignore the fact that everything feels and smells like Trey. After all, he gave you his clothes to wear as backup, since yours was drenched in rain water. A giant black t-shirt with the name of his middle school on the front and huge sweatpants bunched at your ankles dress your relatively small frame. You probably look ridiculous, but you can't bring yourself to care because they're Trey's clothes. When will you ever get this opportunity again?
"It looks like it," he flashes a grin at you, meanwhile you can practically see the light bulb appear above his head. "Say, I'm tuckered out from all this partying. Care to join me for some fresh air?"
You look out the window, the sun is nearly setting and the overcast has cleared. It doesn't look rainy out anymore, so maybe a step outside wouldn't be so bad. Especially with Trey; and close proximity to cover if it were to suddenly rain again. It seems that going along with Trey's plans is both a pro and a con with that mischievous look on his face.
"It would be wrong to deny the birthday boy, right?" You crawl out of your blanket and swim through the layer of clothes to find proper footing to stand up. Maybe this would be a good time to give Trey his birthday gift.
"Oh first, let me grab something for you, Trey," you say before walking to one of the closets where you planted your gift earlier in the week.
After grabbing the small box, you follow him as he leads you to a large heart-shaped door. He turns his head towards you and reaches for your hand before opening it.
"You might want to hold on. It's a bit of a maze to get there."
Hesitantly, you take his hand. It's much warmer than yours and slightly calloused, creating friction between your skin. He turns before your face has the chance to bloom into a lovely shade of red. He opens the door and leads you through a labyrinth of twists and turns in the hallway. You've never been this deep into Heartslabyul and it's disorientating your sense of direction. Without Trey acting as your guide, you would have certainly gotten lost. With only a few lamps illuminating the maze, it's hard to tell what your surroundings look like. Trey confidently makes his way through, exhibiting his experience as a third year.
Finally, you both find yourselves in a long corridor with wall-length windows extending your right side. On your left, elaborate checkered wallpaper coats the walls, dotted occasionally with dark lamps. Dark cherry wood-floors run under your feet, tying the Heartslabyul aesthetic together. The hallway is dark, illuminated only by the setting sun through the windows. Trey is leading you, pulling your arm ahead of your body. The sun glows over his arms, outlining the individual muscles of his built figure. You take this moment to just admire the tall man in front of you. Even his back is perfectly framed by the light outside.
Trey stops abruptly in front of another heart-shaped door, nearly identical to the one you saw earlier. He looks behind him, as if to make sure you were still there, holding onto his hand. He gives you a quick squeeze, which makes your heart do somersaults, and pushes the door open.
Sun floods the hallway, highlighting both of your faces in a warm glow as a small balcony lies before you, looking over the gardens. You move next to Trey and peer at him. He's gazing over the hedges, unaware of how relaxed he appears. You've never seen this expression of near bliss on his face before, and with the incredible lighting, he looks even more ethereal.
"Maybe you should take a picture if you like looking at me so much, Prefect."
"It's not that, I was just- you had something on your face, that's all." You reach up and wipe an imaginary crumb off his cheek with your hand carrying the present.
"Here, take this," you say as you shove the neatly-wrapped present into his arm. You release his hand and walk to the edge, resting your arms on the railing. So much for fresh air, it's suffocating being in such a sly man's presence.
You hear sounds of unwrapping and light footsteps approaching behind you. You didn't need to look to sense his eyes on the side of your face, waiting for something to happen.
"You could start getting a little more creative with your gifts, you know," he starts, rotating the gifted, red rubber spatula in his deft hands. "I think I have about a million of these."
"It's the thought that counts, isn't it? I'll take it back if you're gonna be rude about it." You shoot a glare in his direction, but you're met with a smirk instead. He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear, reminding you of his antics from earlier today.
"I appreciate the sentiment, but maybe a better gift would be something from you personally, something I have to claim myself," Trey whispers in your ear, suddenly closing the gap between you two. He's got an arm wrapped around your waist now, squeezing your side and making you painfully aware of his presence. You let out a breath as tensions rise.
"You're gonna have to show me what you mean, Trey," you respond quietly, leaning slightly into his warm touch. His mouth is still gravitating around your earlobe, preparing for touchdown at any moment. His lips orbit above as he shifts his body behind you, pressing his hips against you, telling you exactly what he wants. Fingers dance over the sweatpants he lent you, teasing under the elastic and resting on the plain of your hips. His gentle voice lassos you back before you drift off to an undiscovered universe.
"Is this showing you enough?" he mumbles, rubbing small circles into your hips, imprinting his touch on your body. You hum back, enjoying the small touches left on your body.
"I can stop if you'd like," he says, pausing his movements. Trey's not the one to impose on others, even if the way he's been acting has been more forward than usual.
"Don't," you breathe, "this is perfect."
His chest contracts as he sucks in a quick breath, deciding his next course of action. A cool breeze contrasting Trey's warmth forms an aura of intimacy you didn't notice before. A sense of solitude covers you both like a warm blanket, distant chattering fading out as firm hands travel past the waistband and around your ass. One hand made its home there, massaging and squeezing while the other snakes to your front, fingers teasing the wet crevice between your legs. Enough taunting from your upperclassman has left you more aroused than you intended. His smooth seduction has gotten you right where he wants you: vulnerable and trapped in his snare. A finger circles your heat, pressing hard against your labia, not quite entering you. A small moan escapes your lips, egging Trey further. You push harder onto him, giving him better leverage to finger you. His finger digs deeper, beyond what you could reach with your hand. You begin to wonder what more would feel like, another finger? Massaging your clit? The nagging boner? The more you entertain the thought, the more pliant you become. Without realizing it, your legs have spread and you've given Trey the perfect angle to finger you down to the knuckle, which he gladly does. Bliss blooms in your core as he continues to rhythmically pump pure ecstasy throughout your being. Lost in Trey's grip, you hardly notice a stretch as another finger is added. Your moan is answered by a soft kiss to your hairline, pulling you into Trey's embrace further. Pain and pleasure mix as a calloused thumb swipes your clit, sending a spasm through your body. The added sensations multiply the heat filling your lower regions, nearly pushing you over the edge.
"T-trey, I'm gonna-"
You're cut off as a void occupies the space where appendages once were. A hiss escapes your lips, aching for sensation that was taken too soon. Before you could whine, Trey gets back to work, manipulating your sweatpants and panties with his forearm, cool air fanning your skin. Although exposed, you feel hot, surrounded by Trey while embarrassed as he caresses your body.
"Bend over and give me some birthday cake, please," Trey rasps in your ear, his impatience obvious in his tone and hardness pressed against your backside. Obliging, you press back into him, giving the green light. No time to think when the right moment you've both been waiting for has presented itself.
"Good girl."
Electricity jolts through your body at his praise. With a voice like caramel, you were weak to his demands and a sucker for his worship. Trey's hands leave your body for a moment, the sounds of zipping filling the space between you. He returns, rubbing your hips and kissing your temple as an apology. His firm hands smooth over your soft skin, gripping and spreading your behind. He slides along your wetness, prodding your entrance. You respond by trying to push him in yourself, but his hands resist, nudging your hips away. Teasing is Trey's specialty; he's not going to give you want you want so easily.
"Eager aren't you? Don't forget this is my present, Prefect."
"And I'm gonna take it back if you don't hurry up."
Trey mouths your ear, his hot breath turning you on further. "I'm sure you will."
You won't.
Trey rests himself between your legs, edging you on as he plants wet kisses along your neck, careful to not leave any tracks, lest the housewarden finds out. The sensation of Trey's kisses and edging build in your core, making it difficult to keep your thoughts in order. Before you even realize, soft moans are slipping out, encouraging Trey's entertainment. Apparently unable to resist any longer, he begins pushing himself in, tip pressing through your entrance. Soft moans evolve to a yelp, finally hooked on accepting his cock.
Slowly, Trey pushes this rest of himself in you, hilt pressed firmly against your ass. Your sighs play like keys on a piano to his ears. His hands travel under your shirt, cupping your breasts and squeezing, totally engulfing your body. Soft bites prod at exposed skin at your shoulder, presumably from when Trey was giving your neck the attention you oh-so desired. He's distracting you from the sting of his length inside you, giving time for both of you to adjust. Warm breaths tickle your skin as he pauses from assaulting your neck, thumbing the skin around your nipple, assuring there's always stimulation. You both could stay in this position forever, locked together and embraced in eachother's warmth.
"I'm ready."
Trey wastes no time, pulling and plunging back in again. He works slowly, making sure you're comfortable while keeping the rest of your body busy. While pumping in and out, his hands move back to your hips, securing you with a grip strong enough to leave bruises. Soft grunts blend in with your moans, creating a symphony of pleasure over the rose gardens. The sly facade from earlier has faded as Trey chases his own pleasure, pounding harder and pushing you closer to the edge. Moans shift to incomprehensible babbles as you lose yourself in his attacks, filling you with bliss.
"Mmng, Trey I'm-!"
"Trey, are you up here?"
Trey's hips still instantly as light floods the balcony. The voice looking for Trey sounded awfully familiar, but you weren't keen on trying to find out who it was that just walked in on your moment with Trey. This is going to be his problem to deal with.
"Heh, hey Deuce. Need something?" Trey laughs awkwardly, turning only his head to face the intruder and shielding you both from Deuce's gaze. You pray his dense nature is on your side.
"Oh, I didn't see Prefect up here either. My bad, it's not that important," he begins innocently, "if you two want some alone time, I can chat later."
"Sure, I'll catch up with you later, Deuce"
He walks out, leaving you two alone again.
"β¦did he not notice what we're doing?"
"You know he's always been a little oblivious to these things." Trey chuckles softly before continuing. "We'll be done quick, won't we Prefect?" He squeezes your hips and ruts himself into you, reminding you of his twitching cock impatiently waiting for you.
You tighten around him, pulling Trey in and forming resistance around his length as he resumes his pace. It seems that Deuce walking in didn't diminish his eagerness, noted by how he didn't soften. In fact, he seems even more energized; did being discovered turn him on more? You didn't have a chance to explore that thought as pleasure rings through your body, incoherent moans spilling from your lips.
"Mm, I'm close," a grunt softly enters your ear as his tempo picks up, ravaging your body.
"A little longer, Trey, I'm not-" you're cut off as he thrusts particularly strongly, ripping a moan from your lips. The whole situation with Deuce really put you on edge, but Trey's fervor was bringing you back. It wasn't enough, yet too much at the same time. His thrusts came faster and faster, leaving you no time to react. Moans turned incoherent as he plunges sharply, filling you up with warmth to your core. Pumping slowly to release all of himself into you, Trey shushes you softly while kissing your temple. You try to move, get some friction to give yourself release.
"Trey, I didn't-"
"I know," he whispers, sending chills down your spine, "we'll finish this later, okay?"
You whine as he slowly pulls out, some of himself dripping down your leg in the process. Swiping his thumb over a streak on your thigh, he gently opens your mouth and inserts his thumb. You taste his saltiness, sucking like a child on their own thumb. You nod, a word barely above a whisper escaping your lips.
"Okay."
#went a little crazy on this one folks#as always enjoy fam squad#keep it π―#i wrote this insteead of grinding the tsum event#sorry leona ur gonna be lvl 10 forever </3#been procrastinating on this so bad that my tags are from the tsum event#twisted wonderland#trey clover#trey clover x reader#twst trey#twisted wonderland trey#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#disney twsited wonderland#twst reader insert#twst#disney twst#x reader#twst imagines#rio writes
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Trying to remember that I'm not a machine.... π¬
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I'll never play the victim I rather be the stalker ~ rihanna
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#Wisdom#Truth#Reason#Fact#π―#facts π―#keep it π―#π ππ π π― π π π π ππgood shit
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I am such a big Werewolf Stan advocate I had to jump on this particular train π (but I didn't really wanna commit to full line art, you guys understand)
Oh, and you guys aren't gonna believe this, but here's part two π
#I've been really enjoying the vampire/werewolf FiddleStan#which i think.... is for some october thing? uh fiddlestantober? or uh fiddle... idk i know it's because it's october!!#and I'm very glad for it#i love werewolf stan so much π#i never really thought about vampire Fiddleford but yeah I've been enjoying that part too#anyway keep making that thanks guys π#I KNOW IT'S NOT SUMMER but wouldn't it be funny if they met outside of the fall months#put those bozos into situations π£οΈ#this is why summerween exists in this AU guys TRUST ππ#cole's art#art#gravity falls#grunkle stan#stanley pines#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddlestan#FIDDLESTAN βΌοΈβΌοΈπ£οΈπ―π―π―#best ship in this fandom NO COMPETITION π#werewolf stan pines#werewolf stan#vampire fiddleford#fiddlestantober2024#yyeeahhhh that thing#i am not a part of it i am hijacking just this one thing π#i use the praying hands emoji too much sorry guys#gravity falls halloween au
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my sister finished her first bg3 run, here's evil gang reunion photo <333 (withers invented polaroid for the occasion idc)
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#shadowheart#minthara#astarion#tav#oc: viivi @artharakka#he keeps the photo in his wallet too lol<3#they're everything to me your honor i lov them severely#i stg gang so good#not Morally lmao#but so delicious n ride and die...#it truly felt like survival simulator#and lemme tell u.. these bitches Livedπ―βΌοΈ#(and yes selΓ»nite shadowheart in evil gang it's how we roll babeyπ)#they all said fuck everyone else in their own way
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