Trevante Rhodes x Reader

Issa Prompt No. 1 (Part 1) - Welcome Home, Webcam Girl

Tre came out the kitchen drinking your favorite juice straight from the carton before sitting on the couch next to you. He sat with one of his legs on the armrest and took the remote from you before flipping through the channels. His pants were sagging a little showing his boxers under his grey sweats leading you to notice his print which was too much for you to sit with. You looked at him in complete disgust grabbing the remote and changing it back to the channel you were watching. He looked over at you sucking his teeth. You'd been back in town for spring break and wanted to take the time to catch up with him. But this was not what you had in mind. You and Tre had known each other since high school so of all the people in your circle you trusted to housesit while you were gone, Trevante seemed the most fit. However, based off all the unfamiliar assortment of underwear you found scattered throughout the house, he might not have been the best choice.

"You been fuckin'? In my fuckin' house Tre?! Drinking from the carton seriously?"

"Hey what the fuck? I can't help that they love me?" He laughed. "I get it where I can Y/N."

"My house, is not your hoe spot muthafucka! Take that shit elsewhere!"

"Hey hey these hoesgot names okay?" He laughed, reaching for the remote only for you to swat his hand away.

"Yeah right. Tell me three of their names."

"I can do you one better." He pulled out his phone and started showing you clips of various women. "Bianca, that's my bad girl. She like when I choke her and slap her while she cum. Sandra, that's my angel. She like when I grind all up in her while she cum and hold her. She only comes by on Sundays. Ugh and Tina, my favorite. She get all creamy and like to ride when she cum. She fuck around and have a nigga cross-eyed."

Watching him have sex with these girls started turning you on. You never viewed him in a sexual manner until then. His strong muscular back. The way he spoke to them. The way he knew their bodies so well. You wanted that. You needed that. You pressed the home button on his phone exiting out of everything before he could list another girl in his collection. "Alright I get it you make girls cum all over my house."

He looked at you suspiciously. "You havebeen fuckin' while you been out there right? That lil' boyfriend of yours ... he's been—"

"That's none of your business." You said, finally getting off the couch with him following closely behind you.

"He don't make you cum, do he?" He said in shock reading your face.

"I've came before!" You shout looking in the fridge for something to eat only to close it and find him right behind the door looking at you with a sly look on his face.

"How many times?"

You were looking away just about to open the fridge again before he pushed it closed, his eyes roamed all over your body. "How many? Matter fact... lemme start sayin' numbers and you tell me if I need to go higher or lower... lemme know when I'm right there alright?."

Tre picked you up putting you on the countertop spreading your legs with his hands standing between your thighs. He looked deeply in your eyes. You looked at him flustered not sure why you were going along with what he was doing but you liked it. "Tre, what the hell are you tryna—"

"Fifteen."

"Lower."

"Once?"

"Higher."

He started slowly pulling down the zipper of your hoodie but you we're to focused on his words to stop him. Or maybe you really didn't want to stop him. He glanced down at your cleavage then back in your eyes keeping an almost expressionless face. You'd never seen him like this. He continued to pull your zipper down with every number. "Eight."

"Lower." You bit your lips feeling the material graze your skin opening more and more. One of his hands started sliding your now almost open hoodie off your shoulders showing your bra underneath.

He smiled pulling down one of your bra straps before nonchalantly working on the next one. "Three?

You firmly grabbed his arm stopping him. "Right there."

"Only three Y/N?" You looked away both aroused and embarrassed. He firmly grabbed your jaw, kissing you hard. "We gotta fix that."

"Tre this is—" your hands pressed against his chest, but you couldn't find it in you to push him away. He felt so warm against you. He took off his white beater throwing it on the floor before he tore off your bra throwing it over his shoulder. His lips found yours and your mind goes blank. He pulled your sweats down to find nothing underneath. He laughed to himself sliding his middle finger up and down your slit groaning at how wet you were.

"Crazy? Yeah how wet you are is somethin' crazy." He smirked using your wetness to rub your clit which only made you let out a soft moan. He kept going slowly wrapping his free hand around your throat.

"What makes you cum y/n?" Hearing him say the words made you quiver. Made you let out a sigh of pleasure. "What makes your pussy all wet and creamy hm?" His grip on your throat grew tighter.

"I..." his finger slided inside you triggering you to put your hand on his shoulder looking up at him, your nails slightly digging into him. "I don't know Trevante I just... I just know what makes me feel good."

"Well what makes you feel good? You like me choking you... you like how I rub this pussy and play all up in it, don't you? I think I like this you not talkin', me findin' out as I go, and your body tellin' me what it likes."

You tried prying his hand away, but he only took your hand and placed it in his boxers. Your eyes wandered from his eyes down to his waistband. He grinned grabbing you by your chin to look up at him again while you feel his warmth in your hands. "Yes! Yes, Tre I-I like that... I do but I can't I have a—"

"Boyfriend." He said, pulling his finger out of your sweet nectar and tasting it. "Mmm yeah fuck him. Imma make you forget all about that nigga. Wanna bet?" You opened your mouth to protest again but before you could speak, he put you down and grabbed the back of your neck. "Start walkin' to the room."

His face was almost expressionless again. You did as told, turning your back to him walking to the room slowly. His hand crept around to your throat again while his lips came close to your ear. He let out a low laugh. "You know I been readin' ya shit." You froze. "You write a lot of perverted ass stories and all of them talking about being choked and spanked and fucked real good by some actor. I forgot his name. You got all these handcuffs and toys and bells and whistles... you... are so fuckin' disgustin' y/n. In a way I been tryna see for a long time. You know how to make yourself cum. You know how to make yourself cum damn near down to a science. Someone's only made you cum three times y/n. Three ... times. And you know I'm still in theater school but... I'm a very good actor... and you seem to have something for cameras. Ms. Webcam Girl."

He nudged you forward to keep walking. Embarrassed and ashamed you kept moving forward. He knew. No one was supposed to know about that side of you. Not even your boyfriend knew that yet. Tre bit your neck to bring you back. "Don't be embarrassed. I got a lil' surprise for you."

He nudged you toward the guest room instead of yours and stopped you before going in. "I'm gonna make you cum in all the ways you've always wanted... ways you never thought you could. Beg me for more. If you're ready for that, you can go ahead inside."

You hesitated before finally opening the door. Your mouth dropped as you took in everything. You looked at the line up of all your favorite toys, whips, flogs, ball gags, handcuffs, tape, and more. But above all front and center was your tripod. The one you'd use when you were in town for your webcam shows. Hours of footage of you playing with yourself and putting those same toys inside you in every way possible. You were so embarrassed but so turned on. You turned to look at him. Tre smiled closing the door handing you something to tie your hair with. You went to the mirror putting your hair in a neat ponytail like in your videos. The sound of tape being pulled apart slowly made you turn around with a wicked grin. You noticed the little red light on the camera is on. Tre was down to his boxers now. Eyes cold but looking at your entire frame hungrily.

"Get on your fuckin' knees."

(Originally published Sept. 15th, 2018 via Tumblr)