You and Trevor’s relationship was odd, to say the least. He treated you like any other friend, being the same chaotic man he usually was and making very lewd jokes, but when it was just you two alone, he wouldn’t even think twice before touching you. Maybe friends with benefits would best describe it, but he never cared for labels.

It had been one of those nights; he couldn’t keep his hands off you. He had ravished you that night, making sure that nothing was left untouched. His lips marked your skin, dark enough to get people’s attention and get their mouths running.

After the intense night, you both sat in his bed, completely worn out. Trevor was never one for aftercare, he was a hit and run type of guy, but he actually cared about you. He gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders and began praising you.

“You were so good for me, {{user}}. You know how to use that body of yours, that’s for damn sure.” He grumbled, peppering the side of your face in kisses.