Chances and Luck Tavros X Reader

Chance and luck tavros x reader chpt 8

You are currently lying belly down on top of your matesprit a few weeks later, comfortably covered in one of his t-shirts and a pair of baggy shorts. You have your own clothing now, thanks to Kanaya’s amazing ability for design and creation, but you had gotten used to sleeping in shirts that smelled of Tavros. Besides, the shy pleasure you see in his eyes whenever he sees you in them is addicting, and you’re happy to see him happy. Foxmom is curled up and snoozing in a corner of the room with Tinkerbull, still recovering from her injuries. You smile as her paws twitch, her lip curling in a snarl and her teeth clicking together as she dreams of hunting her prey. Your gaze turns to a sleeping Tavros, and you contemplate the tired troll’s features. He has been up and down for the few weeks you’ve been here, caring for your lusus and trying overly hard to keep you safe and happy. You guess it’s because he’s afraid you might still leave him, which is utterly ridiculous and you have told him multiple times he doesn’t have to try so hard for you, but you know how hard it is to try dismissing your fears. Instead you enjoy the little moments like this one, where everything is calm and peaceful. You sigh, drawing patterns on the skin of his bare neck and chest while listening to the soft music playing in the background.

The little episode of panic you had experienced after the fire has been mostly forgotten in favor of more positive and pleasant thoughts. You take your lip between your teeth, watching his face for any sign of wakefulness. When there is none you slowly drag your fingers down his side, following the map of his musculature. His eyebrows twitch together and he shivers, and you adjust the pressure to keep from tickling him awake. Both the arm behind his head and the one around your waist shift restlessly as you cross over his pupation scars, and you soundlessly laugh as the one hand grips your top loosely. Your eyes stay on his face as your fingers continue down their path, eventually nearing his waistline. Tavros gives a small moan, his hips rolling up into your lower belly. You flush, wondering how far you can continue before he lets on, and then smirk, tongue wetting your lips as you slip your fingers beneath his waistline and splay your palm over the skin of his hip. Suddenly his eyes open and immediately lock onto yours. You freeze as they narrow momentarily in confusion. As comprehension dawns on the troll he stills, a dark blush coloring him from his hairline to his shoulders. You smile innocently, pretending as if for all the world your hand isn’t down his pants. Besides, it isn’t really anywhere compromising (yet) now is it? 

“Good evening, sleepy horns.” Tav grins loosely at you, one hand attractively smoothing the hair of his Mohawk back. 

“uH,,, hEY, ____,,, uM,,, wHAT ARE YOU DOING?” 

“Who says I’m doing anything? I was just resting here, like you.” His mouth twitches up on one side, and he laughs in embarrassed glee. 

“____—” What he was about to say cuts off with a squeak as you dig your palm deeper, moving to squeeze the firm cheek of his butt playfully. His legs bend up, cradling you between them in his surprise, and his eyes flash wide open. You laugh deeply, rubbing his skin with your palm and allowing your fingers to travel downward until they hit the cool metal of his thighs. His lids narrow on you in mock anger and you realize he might actually find a way to get revenge on you for that maneuver. He is becoming pretty bold in his interactions with you. But as to whether this is because of your relationship or just because he’s gaining confidence you are unsure. You smile at him placidly, pulling your hand up and smoothing it up his flesh until you can curl your fingers into the back of his Mohawk. 

“Have I told you lately that I’m flushed for you?” He smirks at you, his arm locking around your waist and his other running its fingers down your spine. You shiver, skin blooming into a wave of tingling goosebumps. 

“wELL, i, uM, dO BELIVE YOU HAVE,,, bUT, yOU KNOW, iT’S NICE TO HEAR IT ANYWAY,,,” 

“Well, Tavros, then I think I should s—” You cut with your own gasp as his hand suddenly palms your ass, massaging it sensually. His fingers run along the edge of your cheek, slipping down in between your thighs. You feel your breath catch as your body heats, your eyes closing into drowsy slits. You pull one leg up and crawl closer to his mouth, tasting him as he moves his other hand down to cup you as well. You moan as he kneads you, and then moves his fingers up either side of your spine to fist your hair. You purr against his lips as he tugs the strands, resisting the pull against your scalp as long as you can until he finally coerces you to expose your throat to him. His sharp teeth scrape against the skin under your jaw and his tongue follows them to sooth the area. Your eyes slide closed when his lips lock on that spot, gently sucking and stimulating. Your grip tightens on his hair, the nails of your free hand lightly scraping his chest as you groan in pleasure.