Yogscast One Shots!

Troffy (NSFW)

(Quick A/N: I don't write much NSFW, so let's hope!)
Suggested by: @mercadesb
Summary: When Smith gets drunk, things get interesting.
Warnings: It's NSFW, dumbass. Buuuut other than that-- mention of alcohol.

My head pounded. I groaned, trying to roll out of bed, but I wasn't getting anywhere soon. My mouth tasted horrible. I know the taste. Scotch. When I tried to open my eyes, I was almost blinded by the opened window. Hangover. I was lacking senses, so I didn't notice the snores of the unknown sleeping body in only his boxers next to me. I laid there for about twenty minutes before attempting to sit up. Well, attempted anyways. "No," I was surprised to hear someone mutter, slinging their arm in front of me. "Rest."

I was confused, but I laid back down. I opened my eyes again, this time I was able to keep them open. I was met with fluffy, brown hair, snuggled up to my chest. "Trott?" I confusedly asked. He lifted his head to look up at me. "Yeah?" Shit. "Did we..?" I asked nervously. "Well, um.. I actually don't know." He responded, blushing. He looked away. I sniffed for his breath. Nothing, in fact he even brushed his teeth. "You're sober." I said, laying my head back down. "Well yeah, I am now." He quickly replied. "Bullshit." I grinned.

"I am though." He defended. "You were never drunk." I chuckled. His blush was bright red now. "So humor me," I looked him in the eyes, smirking. "Did we fuck?" I could see him thinking about to start his sentence. "Define 'fuck'." He finally bit his lip. "Knew it." I rolled back over to where we were before I woke up. ".. You don't care?" He questioned. "I do." He tensed. "I'm just not angry." Trott nodded. Right before I was about to fall back asleep, I felt him quietly get out of bed. I opened my eyes, he got up to walk to my bathroom. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but he came back with Advil. I thanked him and took it, falling back asleep.

- - - - -

"Oi, get up." I felt someone rub my back. I smiled. "My headache is gone." I opened one eye to look up at Trott. "And breakfast will be too if you don't get up." He was wearing my clothes, which reminded me I was still in only my boxers. I sat up. "It's not fair, y'know." I stretched. "What isn't?" He said, standing arms crossed in front of me. "You remember and I can't." He blushed. "It's your fault you drank." I stood up, grabbing his waist. "You can remember the process." He tensed as I touched him. "The way I bit you turned you on, did it not?" He looked up at me. "W-wait, you don't remember--" He gulped nervously. "The pleasure," I hung on that word. "You remember the pleasure."

He was blushing a deep red. "Y-yeah, Smith. I can." I smirked. Gotcha. "Why not do it again then?" His eyes widened, then he looked away. "... You manipulative bastard." I chuckled. I lifted his chin, pressing my lips to his. He kissed back, his tongue begging for an entrance. I nibbled at his bottom lip, then parted my mouth to let him in. I pulled away, a strand of saliva connecting our lips. I pinned him to the bed, smirking. "I want you to tell me," I pressed my lips to his ear, whispering. "We're you a virgin?" I licked and teased at his neck, nibbling and kissing. "N-no--ah!" He moaned out. I grinned as I found his sweetspot.

I returned to his ear, nibbling and licking all the way up. "Don't lie to me, or else I won't continue." I whispered huskily, unbuttoning his--mine--my shirt he was wearing. "Like I care.. I'm doing this for--Ah!" I bit down hard on his sweetspot, causing him to moan out in pleasure. "Liar. I know you want it." I chuckled. "F-fine. I was a virgin." He blushed. "So you would give me your virginity?" I continued to unbutton. "Yeah, I would." He admitted. "Is interrogation over? I'd much rather be enjoying this." I pulled off his shirt. "Last question." I kissed his chest, trailing down till I was just above, making him moan again.

"How badly do you want this?" I tugged at his belt. "You have no idea." He smirked. "Then consider your wish my command." I tugged his belt off, hastily slipping his pants off. Both of us now in our boxers, I continued kissing his chest and neck. He tugged at my boxers, looking at me lustfully. I smirked, sliding them off. I kissed his lips, distracting him from me taking his boxers off as well. I nibbled his bottom lip and trailed down his chin, his chest, his stomach. He was panting, blushing. It obviously confused him when I went over to the dresser. He looked up at me, well I want to say he looked up at me, but his eyes were clearly somewhere else. I pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube.

I slid the condom on myself, then got back onto the bed. "Did I use lube last night?" I asked, squirting some into my hand. "N-no, I don't think.." He murmured. "I'm such an ass. It'll feel better now." He gasped as I grabbed his shaft, rubbing it on. I climbed on top of him, kissing him to muffle his moaning. I pulled at his cock agonizing slow, teasing him. "P-please," he begged in between our kiss. I grinned against his lips. I pulled away from both his lips and his cock, pushing his legs up to his chest. He groaned at the loss of contact. "You're flexible," I admired. "Don't flatter me, pleasure me." He smirked.

He propped his body up with his elbows. He groaned as he felt me at his entrance. "If you want to stop, it's okay," I looked over at him, serious. "The last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you." He smiled. "Okay." I moaned out a loud "Fuck!" As I entered him. He was surprisingly loose for only his second time, but just tight enough it was really enjoyable. I rested his legs on my shoulder blades, then looked over to see if Trott was going to object. He was blushing, and-- Is he drooling? Oh he is definitely enjoying this.

I moved slowly at first, taking in all of Trott's moans. I started to speed up, moaning out in pleasure. I jerked his cock, which made Trott grip the sheets. He was moaning in rhythm, starting to become weak at his elbows. I sped up more, starting to hear a smack as I thrust in. His moans were getting louder, and I felt great. We were both sweating, seeing Trott like this made me so close. I began to rub faster, making his moans higher pitched. "F-fuck, I'm gonna come!" Trott groaned. I thrust in faster, hearing myself climax as well.

I let out one last thrust and long moan, feeling that warm feeling my stomach as I came. I was so overcome that I hardly noticed he had came as well. We were both panting like dogs and exhausted. I pulled out, throwing the condom into the trash can in the corner of the room. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned myself off, then I flopped down next to Trott, smiling at him. "Much better when you're sober, mate." He chuckled. "I'll take your word for it." I slid my shirt over my head, pulled my boxers and pants back on. "I'm hungry." I panted. "I made pancakes." He smiled. "Get your pants on before I eat all of them." I smirked. And with that, we raced down the hall to the kitchen.