switching bodies with trevor fucking belmont
wherein trevor belmont pisses off a magician. as always.
you twist and turn, the chirping of the birds can be heard and the rays of sunlight hitting your face. blinking away the sleepiness, you realize that you’re on trevor’s side of the bed.
did his perverted ass try something again while i was asleep? you weren’t complaining. you would have appreciated if he had woken you up.
you tap the space beside you, trying to find where trevor was. finally, you tap on something under the blanket.
“baby, get up. i’m hungry.” you groggled. tapping what you assume was his head.
you hear him mumble something under the blanket still groggy. annoyed, you yanked the covers off of him.
“why the fuck am i seeing myself infront of myself.”
“how the fuck can this even happen? we didn’t see anything unusual yesterday, right? maybe we drank something and now we’re hallucinating? i told you not to accept that drink from that creepy looking old lady!” you start to pace back and forth. your partner however was silent which was unusual for him.
then it hit you. magician.
“it”s that fucking magician. out of all people in that tavern of course you just had to pick a fight with a fucking magician. fucking great.” your blood boiling.
“hey, are you even listening?” you turned around to face him, only to see him cupping your— his? breasts.
“just making sure i’m not dreamin’. god, this feels amazing. kinda heavy though.” he continues massaging them.
“ugh, would you stop that?” rolling your eyes.
“trust me, babe. this should be the least of your concerns.” his eyes then travel down your crotch, snickering.
you look down only to see a huge bulge.
“OH MY GOD” you scream.
“how do i do this?” you ask, wiggling his dick in your hands. trevor in your body is standing a few feet away from the toilet. arms crossed and legs apart.
“just stand there, hold it, aim, and shoot.” he instructs.
you follow his instructions, “is this right?” you ask, looking down at him in your body. wow, i look really good from this angle.
“yeah, atta girl. don’t forget to aim.” normally, this would turn you on but looking at him in your body saying stuff like this makes you laugh.
“what’s up with you and aiming?”
“It’s important.” he says. seriously.
you take a deep breath and the hard cock sticking on your body, aiming it inside the toilet. relaxing, you finally let the pee pass.
“I’M DOING IT!” you beam. who knew pissing with a boner hurt.
you step out the bathroom first, immediately walking towards the huge mirror in the room. looking at trevor’s naked body. the sight practically enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head and make you drool. his muscles were so big and hard. you were convinced that he was sculpted by god himself.
your hands travel to his rock hard abs, slowly making their way lower and lower until it reaches the towel wrapped around his little waist. as you were about to undo it, trevor slams the bathroom door close, making you jump.
“you need to stop doing that!” you exhale, hand on your pounding chest.
“and you need to stop doing whatever you were doing before i stepped in here.” he replies, a smug smirk plastered on his face.
“says the one who has been kneading my tits since half an hour ago.”
“well, they’re technically mine now so my body, my rules.”
