#trevor zegras dirty

[starbabyg]

Ok this is just an idea but I love love love ‘Picture Perfect’ and I was thinking part 2 where one of the boys accidentally like finds one of the pictures… like Trevor and him ordered pizza or something and Jack tells him to grab his card out of his wallet and a Polaroid just tumbles out… and all the sudden Trevor can’t stop imagining you and jack. Maybe Jack catches him with the picture and is all cocky about how much of a good girl you are, how perfect you feel and sound… and maybe just maybe Jack invites Trev to watch… no touching because he’s a protective boyfriend but he knows you’ve thought about having someone watch before and he Trusts Trevor….

Picture Perfect Part 2 | Jack Hughes x Reader x Trevor Zegras smut

Ugh nony I loveee this concept!! You’re mind is just ugh! Chef’s kiss!!!

The OG Picture perfect smut is right hereee to refresh ya memory <3.

Warnings; smut obviously, the c word lmfao, the word ‘daddy’ in a sexual context

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It was guy’s night at lake cabin, which meant Jack and Trevor, the only two to ever pull through for guy’s night, would be playing video games, watching a game, and attempting to go fishing until they finally give up and order some food cause neither of them know how to cook.

“Aaaand another one bites the dust. 5-0. It’s settled my characters better than yours,” Jack taunted, putting the game controller down and picking up his drink.

“Okay, I’m still on the cover though sooo,” Trevor quipped back with sass.

“Yeah cause I was too busy for a shoot, now go get the pizza loser I gotta go piss.” Jack heard the door bell ring, the only person it could be being the pizza guy.

“In your dreams Hughes, I don’t got cash for the tip lend me a five.”

“Get it out of my wallet I’m about to burst,” Jack shouted as he walked down the hall to the bathroom.

Trevor chuckled shaking his head, picking up Jack’s wallet from the coffee table and opening it up. Trevor rifled through Jack’s wallet, seeing twenties and hundreds, but no small bills.

“Jesus does this guy have any change?” Trevor flipped Jack’s wallet upside down, dumping it out to find at least some coins. Thwip. Along with a bunch of dollar bills something heavier fell out. Jack’s special Polaroids fell out, all faced backside up. Trevor being the nosy person he is flipped them over and picked them up.

Trevor’s eyes widened as he saw the contents of said Polaroids. You spread out on the bed, lewd shots of you in the matching set, bent over and your tits hanging out. “No fucking way,” Trev whispered to himself still perusing through the countless pictures. He was brought out of his thoughts by the door bell ringing once more, this time sounding more impatient by the abruptness. Too enthralled with his new discovery Trevor just grabbed a fifty and handed it to the guy. I’ll just venmo Jack later. He grabbed the pizza and tossed it on the coffee table, sitting down on the couch and looking at the pictures once more.

How the fuck did Hughes bag her? Trevor was acquainted with you, knew for sure you were pretty as hell but didn’t know that underneath that seemingly quiet and meek exterior was a girl who would pose for something like this. With your makeup done and your body out of your normal casual clothes, he finally got to see the more private side of you that was reserved for Jack only.

“She’s fucking perfect huh,” Jack smirked from behind the couch. He walked over and plopped himself next to Trevor, who just sat there with shock on his face. His best friend had just caught him looking at his private pictures of his girlfriend. Fuck. “Such a good girl for me. Posed exactly how I told her to. Straight out of a magazine, a masterpiece.” Jack could just go on and on about you.

“Wait— you’re not tripping over me looking at these?” Trevor was surprised at Jack’s nonchalant attitude over the situation. He thought Jack would be more of the possessive type.

“Not really. I mean look at her, why would I want to keep that just to myself. I already have the exclusive rights to fucking her. Now that I’ll forever keep to myself,” Jack smiled, he knew that many men fawned after you. Imagined what your naked body looked like. How you felt.

Trevor now was dragged into the thought of fucking you. How good you would be in bed. How submissive. How you sounded. How it would feel to have his dick wrapped inside you. If you turned him on just from pictures imagine the real thing.

“You wanna know how it is huh,” Jack could see that look on Trev’s face, that look of longing. It’s like Pandora’s box was open, and that box, was well, your box. LMFAOOO I HAD TO.

Now Trevor didn’t want to cross any lines. After all Jack was like his best friend. He wouldn’t risk his friendship over anything in the world. Jack saw Trevor’s facial expression change, now looking more panicked.

“Come to my house next weekend. Now I’m not gonna let you fuck her. But you can at least watch her get fucked. The closest thing you’ll ever get to that perfection of a pussy. When I say she’s a goddess I mean it in every aspect.”

No way was Jack just offering to let me watch him fuck his girlfriend. No way in hell. “A-are you sure man? I just got caught up in the pictures I don’t need to do all that–”

“Zegras, it’s not that big of a deal it’s not like you’re fucking her behind my back– unless you are then I’m gonna beat your ass. Besides y/n has a lil voyeurism kink, she likes being watched sometimes. I’ll be fucking her against our apartment window or on the balcony. At least I actually know you.”

“Jesus y/n’s more of a freak than I pegged her for.”

“No, she really is. The things this girl introduced me to. The things she does to me. Literally has me wrapped around her finger.” Just from this conversation both the boys were getting turned on, Jack reminiscing in past moments and Trevor just imagining how good it could be having sex with you.

“Shit I need to get me one of those,” Trev laughed.

“Yeah, no one will ever compare to y/n, like ever,” Jack cut that quick, knowing that you’re literally the most perfect girl in the whole wide world. No one could ever come close to you in Jack’s eyes. “Just come by my place, you’ll see what I’m talking about.”

Just as Jack had told him, Trevor went to his house that next weekend. To say Trev was nervous was an understatement. In all honesty he felt like it was all a set up, that in the end Jack would be mad that his best friend would actually want to see his girlfriend getting fucked. But there he stood at Jack’s front door, contemplating on whether or not to ring the doorbell or just altogether leave and forget that any of this ever happened. Before he could even decide between the two, Jack’s door opened.

“What’s good Zegras,” Jack held open the door nonchalantly.

“How’d you know I was here–”

“Saw you on the ring camera duh. Come in though before my neighbors think I’m having a party and try to pull through. They’re just a little too comfortable.”

Trevor just laughed in agreement, still anxious about the whole situation. He sat himself on the couch, watching Jack as he pulled two drinks out of the fridge.

“Y/n’s on her way back from getting her nails done. We can just chill and play some chel til she gets back.”

“You told her that I’m coming over?” Trevor wanted to make sure that you were okay with the whole situation, after all you were the one getting fucked in front of the one man audience.

“Nah, I just told her to wear one of her prettiest sets cause I have a surprise for her.” Jack shrugged as he threw a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

“So you didn’t even tell her! You’re a dick Hughes. What if she gets weirded out and tells someone in the league,” Trevor was thinking about every possible way this could go wrong.

“God Trev, what did I tell you. Y/n isn’t gonna care she likes the taboo shit.”

“If you’re wrong I’m never talking to your ass again. Like ever,” He pointed seriously.

“Whatever, set the game up I’mma make us some mozzarella sticks,” Jack threw a piece of popcorn at Trevor, who was watching Jack’s every move.

The two boys were deep into a third round of chel when they heard the front door unlocking. Trevor quickly looked at Jack, an apprehensive look on his face.

“Hi lovey, I’m back,” you sweetly spoke out, not knowing where Jack could be. You locked the door, taking off your shoes and setting your purse down carefully.

“Hey my princess, I’m in the living room. How was your nail appointment,” Jack had his eyes glued to the tv, taking these moments where Trevor was distracted to get in some goals.

“It was good, I got them the color you chose for me. It’s prettier than I thought it’d be. With the red toes just how you like.”

“Ouuu you gotta let me see. I bet they look amazing on you.” Jack smiled, just imagining how it looked. Trevor looked to Jack and into the void where he heard your voice coming from. It was a bit awkward to hear such a casual yet intimate one on one conversation between the two of you. It seemed to him like eavesdropping.

“Mkay love, be right there. I’m just putting my stuff away. But what was that surprise you were talking about? It was so hot in the salon and I couldn’t even take off my jacket cause of what I got on underneath.”

“Come over here and you’ll see it, I got it right here for you,” Jack smirked as he patted Trev on the back, who looked like he was about to pass out.

You entered the kitchen area, back turned towards the boys as you perused through the fridge for a drink. Trevor blinked as he saw you, even more nervous than he thought he would be.

You opened a soda, throwing away the cap before going into the living room section to fully see Jack on the couch, with Trevor in tow. “Oh hey Trevor, what’s up?”

“Hey,” he mustered out, looking at you in your little yoga outfit. With one of those tight fitting cropped lululemon define jackets with the matching form fitting yoga pants. Your hair slicked back in a high ponytail.

“You know how I had that guys night with Trev?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded as you sipped your soda.

“Well he had to get money to tip the pizza guy out of my wallet and he came across your polaroids,” Jack casually explained. Trevor took a hard gulp as he gauged your reaction.

“The ones of me in the pink agent provacateur set?” You now knew what was going on, and surely this was quite the surprise on Jack’s part.

“Mhmm.”

You turned towards Trevor, “Did you like how I looked in it?” You thought it was cute that someone who is always so confident was now a muttering mess right in front of you.

“Y-yeah of course. You looked stunning.”

“Good thing I wore the matching one then huh,” slowly you started to unzip your jacket, revealing a look alike set in a light blue hue. You shimmied out of your yoga pants, dropping them to the floor and giving the two boys a full 360°. Swaying your hips, doing cute little poses.

“Fuck,” Trevor said under his breath. The pictures only did so much justice. Now he could see every curve in person. The jiggle of your ass as you turned in a circle, your boobs bouncing in that tight bra you wore.

You got on your knees and crawled over to them on the couch. You made your way to Trevor, leaning up and spreading his legs apart. You started to unbuckle his pants before Jack laid his hand atop yours.

“Woah sweetheart, too eager now. You know I’m too selfish to let anyone else get a piece of you. Trev’s just here to watch and see just how perfect you are.”

Your mouth went into an ‘o’, now knowing the extent of the ‘surprise’ Jack had for you. “Okay daddy, I understand now.” You moved on to Jack, actually getting to pull down his sweats and boxers. His dick sprung out, already hard from the little show you had just put on.

You took Jack’s dick into your hands, licking up and down the base of it before going to the tip. You started off slow, giving his tip kitten licks before fully taking it into your mouth. Trevor just watched, mouth agape as he could only imagine the sensations Jack was feeling. And by the reactions Jack was giving the head must’ve been damn good.

“Fuck princess, show Trev how good you can take my cock in your mouth,” Jack groaned as he threw his head back.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, the vibrations causing Jack’s dick to prematurely twitch. You took his member out of your mouth, letting some drool dribble from your plump lips to trail down his tip. With enough drool as lubricant, you took him back into your mouth and started blowing him at a steady pace. Your cheeks as hollowed as they could, your tongue swirling around as much as it could.

“Fuck, I love when you do that shit with your tongue,” Jack put his hand behind your head and pushed you down even further, causing you to gag. Trevor just got harder and harder, his dick print now showing through his jeans. He gave it a few rubs, the strain being almost too painful. He just had to get off to you. You saw him writhing in his seat.

“Take it out and stroke it. It must be awfully painful to be that horny and not do anything about it,” you smiled, out of breath. With that you went back to sucking off Jack, looking Trevor in his eyes. The eye contact did something to him, his dick starting to throb and his tip turning a shade of pink. Trevor quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled it out, his hand gripping his dick in an effort to release all the pent up pressure he was feeling.

Jack lifted you up, softly tossing you face first into the couch and taking a position behind up. He cupped your pussy and gave your clit a few rubs before spreading you out on his dick.

“Ohhhh my god,” you drawled out with the prettiest moan. Trevor could’ve busted just from that sound alone it was so angelic. Your hands gripped the head rest of the couch, Jack hitting it from behind intensely. All while Trev’s face was just mere inches away.

“Yeah, take it like the good girl you are,” Jack slapped your ass, with it reverberating as a red mark replaced where his hand once was. You let out a squeal, rubbing it a bit to sooth the sting.

Trevor fucked his hand vicariously, imagining it was you in its place instead. It might’ve sounded sick but he had now developed a deep lust crush on you. How could he not seeing how much of a good girl you were?

Jack flipped you over, putting you on your back and drilling into you. Your knees touching your chest and your legs slung over his shoulders. With this position Trevor got the perfect few of Jack going in and out of you. Your punani looked perfect, looking so tightly wrapped around Jack’s dick, your lips and folds moving along with him as he pushed himself in further and further. It took everything Trevor had inside of him to have enough discipline to not start playing with your clit right then and there. The way it just sat there glistening. But it was as if Jack could read his dirty thoughts in his dirty mind, Jack’s hand going to the base of your navel and then trailing down to toy with you clit.

“Mhmm daddy just like thatttt,” you moaned out breathlessly, all that stimulation starting to run through the rest of your body. Your legs started to twitch, you were going to cum soon at the rate Jack was fucking you.

“Get on top, show Trevor how you ride this dick,” Jack heaved, pulling you up and into a deep kiss. He dropped himself right on the couch, waiting for you to get on top.

“Of course daddy,” you giggled as you placed one knee on each side of him. For obvious reasons you knew you had to show out for Trevor and give your best performance. You touted yourself up before slowly sinking yourself into Jack’s dick, which caused him to let out a low gutteral groan. His hands made their way to your ass, gripping the supple flesh.

Gradually you picked up speed, arching your back as you lifted yourself up and grinding yourself back down to the base of his shaft. Trevor’s eyes just followed, up down up down up. You then got on the soles of your feet, giving you more spring with your bounce. Now you had more motion, moving your hips in circles and back and forth. With Jack still inside you you turned a 180°, your ass now facing him.

“Lemme see that ass clap baby,” Jack instructed with a slap of your bum. You steadied your feet on the floor, your hands on your knees as you started to lift your ass up again. You bounced yourself on Jack’s dick, his hands on your waist to help you steady your pace. In this position his dick was hitting just the right spot, bringing you closer to climax each time it would his the back of your walls.

“Fuck daddy, I’m gonna– I’m gonna cum,” you panted, turning around to look at him. It was getting difficult to keep up the pace, your stamina draining as your vision became starry.

“Uhnt uh, not until Trevor and I both finish, okay?” Jack gave your ass a squeeze. Those words turned you on, giving you an extra boost that you most definitely needed.

“Oh-okay,” you continued to ride him, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter. Trevor himself was close to finishing, the real life porn in front of him pushing him to the edge.

“Fuck I’m close,” Trevor finally groaned out, bucking his hips up into his hand, imagining he was the one fucking you from behind. It was a sick and twisted thing for him to fantasize but what else was he supposed to do seeing you ride Jack so immaculately? He sputtered out curse words a few moments later, busting out into his hand with a few stray cum drops landing on your ass.

Jack saw this, getting just a tad bit possessive over the seemingly nothing, now bucking his hips up and fucking you as you tried to steady yourself. He glanced over at Trevor for a second, seeing the green in his eyes. Jack gave him a smirk as to say ‘yup, this is mine and mine only. You only get the privilege to watch and to never touch.’

“Oh my fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” you squealed as your legs started to go limp. Jack held you, still pumping in and out of you.

“There you go princess, ride it out for me,” he held you close to his body, his face in the crook of your neck leaving wet kisses. “Get on your knees I’m gonna finish on your face.”

You obeyed his command, hazily turning around and getting down on your knees. You looked up at him with a smile, your tongue sticking out like a puppy dog. Jack groaned, pumping his dick until he came, cum dripping out and onto your face and tongue. You giggled before licking up the drops that fell onto your lips. Jack bent down a left a kiss on your forehead.

“Did I do good daddy?” You asked, still on your knees.

“You did amazing and more my love, now go get dressed we’re gonna go out to eat,” Jack praised you. You nodded and went to your shared room, now going to change and maybe lay down for a few, so fucked out you could barely walk. Trevor just sat there, heaving and replaying this whole scenario in his head. All of this really happened, he had just watched his best friend fuck his girlfriend.

Jack turned over to Trevor, pulling up his sweats, “See, didn’t I tell you she was the perfect girl?”

[angelwithdemonictendencies]

is it possible that just yesterday your name was not the shape of all my exhales; how could a room without you not be empty?

jh86 x reader: it’s a billet house situation.

(warnings: blasphemous filth (it’s honestly not even thaaaaaat bad), masturbation, oral sex (f on m), unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), praise, way too much whimpering, more tension than actual smut (you guys know how i operate), yes the tooth is addressed, idk just please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

(a/n: my favorites! thank you endlessly for your patience!  here we are, with another story about the (newly) toothless wonder that makes him out to be a stuttering, blushing, whimpering mess.  as is typical for my jh86 stories, you have all the power (as you do in real life).  and, since i always get a little influx of hate whenever i post for jh86, please remember that whenever anyone shares a bit of writing with you, they are putting a part of themselves entirely at your mercy, so act accordingly (i.e. with kindness).  i truly appreciate your encouragement and messages and love so genuinely, you have no idea.  if some of the details seem a little threadbare here, please don’t look too closely - i know the premise is a bit far-fetched.  regardless, the next time i emerge from my cave of teeth, i will bring an offering of either mt19 (welcome, newbie) or am34 (hi, angel), depending on for whom the muses give me more inspiration.  anyways, sending so much love to you and your snakes.  go canucks even now.  see you soon.

you knew your parents had becomes a billet family while you were away at school, although you really didn’t know what that meant.  to you, their new arrangement, their good deed, their latest endeavor now that they were empty-nesters, didn’t really involve you or your break.

a young hockey player was staying with them so he didn’t have to live on his own, they had explained.  yeah, sure, you had responded, expecting a twelve-year-old prodigy to be living in your house when you arrived home for your extended break.  you could be nice to a kid for a while and make an extra portion during lunch.  you barely gave it a second thought.

however, when you lugged your suitcases through the door on that first day, there was no twelve-year old prodigy to be found.  instead, when you set your bags down with a huff, you looked up to find a twenty-something staring at you from the kitchen, a bowl of cereal in his hand.  

he stood there, frozen, almost theatrically still, his eyes holding yours for several seconds as you swiped a loose lock of hair from your face.  you straightened up, stretching your back to its full extension, before raising a brow at his odd reaction, or lack thereof.

“uh, hello?” you said, a slight smile gracing one side of your mouth.

he seemed to lose his grip on his bowl at the sound of your voice, dropping it only slightly before fumbling to grasp it again, the spoon making a clattering noise.  

“y-yeah, hi,” he said.  you felt your smile grow as he flushed a delicate shade of pink.  he cleared his throat before speaking again.  “they mentioned you’d be coming home.”

you took in his face.  his long, soft-looking hair that framed his heart shaped face, his pouty, full lips, the gentle slope of his nose, the surprisingly sharp angle of his jaw.  

he was the definition of pretty.  and, if you could tell anything from this one interaction, he was pretty and nervous, your favorite combination.  fun.

you cocked your head to the side, looked at him, still down the hall, noticed his grip, comically firm around his bowl so as not to drop it again.  “so, roomie, do you take the right or left side of the bed?” 

your smile only intensified as you watched his brow furrow, his mouth stumble over his words, panic flood his eyes.  you let him trip over himself for only a second longer, not wanting to be cruel.  too cruel, at least.  

finally, you waved him off playfully.  “i’m kidding.  my room’s down the hall from the guest room, if you need anything.”  his little nervous laugh made your chest sing, a bit.  “what’s your name?”  you asked as you took hold of your bags, began to haul them up the stairs.  

“right,” he said, voice shaking only slightly.  “it’s jack.  my name’s jack.”

you grinned, the action making its way into your voice as you tested out the name on your tongue.  you noticed his flush grow deeper, more personal, saw something shine across his gaze at his name in your tone, promising in a lovely kind of way.  

you told him your name when he asked, gave him a final lazy once-over.  “your spoon’s upside-down, jack,” you called through a clenched grin, bit your lip when you heard him mutter something and the tell-tale sound of a spoon against a bowl.

quickly, you realized that your break had just gotten significantly more interesting.  

the one downside, though, came when your parents told you that you would be sharing your car with the newest member of the house.

it wouldn’t be too bad, they said, as he would be practicing or playing for most of the day at the rink just a couple streets down, and if you needed the car, you could always drop him off.

sure, fine, you thought, you could share.  you could try not to make him too nervous, even if it was fun.  of course, you could play nice.  

so, this was you, playing nice, driving him to practice the next day.  

after he had settled into the passenger seat, you put your hand on the back of his headrest and turned your body so that you could reverse the car out of the driveway.

his gaze slid to your neck briefly before he flushed, only just.  

“so,” you began as you pulled away from your house, facing forward again, “are you any good?”

“what?” he asked, suddenly more bashful, looking down, fidgeting like he didn’t know where to put his hands.

you smiled, kept your eyes on the road.  “at hockey, jack.  are you any good at hockey?”

he shook his head, let out a light laugh, the melody of which made you scrunch up your nose slightly.  he brought a hand to absentmindedly scratch the back of his neck.  to your surprise, his mouth actually ticked up into a soft smirk, an expression that was completely new to you.

“yeah, i’m pretty good at hockey, i think,” he replied, his voice probably as stable and confident as you had ever heard it.

you nodded.  “huh,” you said, “i wouldn’t have guessed it.” 

he turned to face you, looking confused, even a little hurt, his gaze suddenly shimmery with something.  “what?  why?”

you felt a smirk creep onto your own face as you pulled into the parking lot of the rink.  “oh, i don’t know,” you replied with a shrug.  “you’re a little too pretty, i guess,” you finished as you put the car in park, turning to him now that you were stopped.  “but you must be used to people saying that.”

he scratched his neck again, eyes anywhere but yours.  “y-yeah,” he finally mustered.  “used to it, yeah.”  he fumbled for the door handle, finally opened it.  “you’ll, uh, you’ll pick me up at 3?”

you couldn’t help but bite your lip at his reaction.  “you told me a teammate was driving you home.”

“yup, i did,” he said, slowly, as if running the words over in his head, nodding as he grabbed his things, hiding his pink face from you.  “i did say that.  so i’ll see you at home then.”

“see you at home, jack,” you finished as he shut the door, watched him mumble something to himself and shake his head as you drove away.  

what a fun addition to your break, you thought, typically so filled with work and school preparation.  what a meaningless and harmless distraction from the work you needed to do.

so, when you got home, you spent a large chunk of time chipping away at that work.  when you finished, though, you thought you’d take advantage of the sunshine and lay out for a bit, maybe get some color.  

you couldn’t have been outside, reading in your bikini, for more than twenty minutes when a car pulled into your driveway.

you pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head to see jack climbing out of the passenger seat, talking to the driver, presumably one of his teammates, before the driver turned his head to look at you.  his mouth ticked up in an arrogant smirk as his gaze rolled down your body.

you could have rolled your eyes.  “hey, handsome,” you said instead, pushing yourself up and onto your side.  

jack stilled for a second before continuing to take his bags out of the trunk.  

“hi, beautiful,” his teammate said.  “don’t tell me hughesy’s been keeping you a secret, hm?”

you laughed, false and sugary like a diet soda, tilted your head back so your hair would fall to expose your collarbones.  

“hughesy couldn’t keep me anywhere if he tried,” you responded, watching jack’s face pale.  you smiled at him as he approached.  “jack, did you tell your teammate he’s welcome to stay for dinner?”

jack looked at you, searched your eyes for a moment.  there was something steely in his.  something you liked, something that sparked some heat between you.  

his teammate laughed like he knew something you didn’t, breaking the tension.  “another time, beautiful,” he called from the driver’s seat, beginning to pull away.  

you gave him a pout.  “i’ll hold you to it,” you flirted, only turning to jack once the car was completely gone.  “jack, before you go in, could you put some sunscreen on my back?”

he fixed you with a look, uncharacteristically serious.  his gaze hovered on your chest for a second before meeting your eyes again.  he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, gave a slight shake of his head.  “i’m not doing that.”

you furrowed your brow.  “why not?  no one else is home.”

“too bad,” he said, continuing inside.  

you rolled your eyes at him, but began to fold up your towel.  “fine.  if i make dinner, will you tell me about practice?”

there was a pause.

“yeah, sure,” came the response, almost uncertain in tone, like he thought this must be some kind of trick.  like no one had asked him that before, as if no one had ever wanted to know.

and as much as you enjoyed playing with him, you actually wanted to get to know him, too.  

so, that night, and each night following, this became part of the routine.  you’d make an extra portion for dinner, and as you sat together and ate, you’d ask questions about his practice, his day, which would lead to answers to unspoken questions about his life, his person.  

“why hockey?” you might ask, to which he would rattle off some media trained answer, to which you would raise your brow in doubt.  only then would he give you some real answer about falling in love with the feeling of it, about feeling closer to his family because of it, eventually hinting to an insecurity that he didn’t know how to do anything else.

and he might ask about school, to which you would say what you were studying, to which he would shoot you a doubtful look.  only then would you give some real answer about wanting to do something tangible, something that no one could say was pointless, eventually hinting at an insecurity that your work might eventually mean nothing.

harmless, you thought, meaningless.  that’s what this was.  fun.

meaningless, how eventually you wouldn’t have to tell him you were heading to the car, how you would just know he would be there in the mornings to go to practice.  meaningless, how after dinner, he would wash the dishes and you would dry them.  meaningless, how each day he would reveal a bit more of himself to you, and you would grant him the same privilege. 

until you knew him like he was one of your best friends, and he knew you as good as anyone.

the more you learned about him, and the more you shared, the less meaningless it felt, the more comfortable it all felt.

sometimes it even felt like jack was most comfortable when you were explicitly trying to make him uncomfortable.  

you expected the blush, the stammering, you found a type of peace in it, just as he found peace in your innuendos, your comments, your shameless flirting, even if he thought you were only joking, only playing around.

even if he thought you couldn’t possibly want him so explicitly, so clearly.  when had anything ever been so straightforward?  

so he decided you were toying with him, however disheartening the idea was.  

each day, it seemed, a different teammate would drive him home, and more often than not, you would be tanning in the yard.  

and his usual blushing, stuttering reaction slowly melted and hardened into a gaze full of desire, poorly veiled.  

his ever-present flush was still there, of course, but your focus had shifted to the way his chest would rise and fall, the way his eyes would linger on the elegant slope of your shoulders, settle in the pockets of your collarbones, drip down your legs, so reluctant to glide back up to your eyes again.

and you would ask him to put sunscreen on your back, and he would say no, each time looking more and more confused as to why he was refusing.

the first time his mask of nonchalance truly broke came only a couple weeks in, the day when the teammate who had driven him home on that first day eventually drove him home again.

and there you where, in practically the same place, same state as that first day.  with maybe the slightest bit more of a motivation to bring jack to a stumbling, stuttering mess.  

you were about to open your mouth, say something like hi, again, handsome, but you didn’t even get the chance to.

as soon as jack got out of the car, he made eye contact with you.  there was electricity there, a spark you felt in your bones.  “hi, baby,” he said, his voice so sweet and doting your stomach actually dropped at how genuine he sounded.  but he couldn’t mean it, right?  what was he playing at?

so you shot him a look, scrunched up your nose, to which he sent you a warning glance.  you rolled your eyes, caught the smirk his teammate sent his way.

“need some help with your sunscreen?” jack offered as he walked up to you, making you pause.  you took your sunglasses off of your head and set them down.  

you met his gaze again, tried to figure out his angle.  when you couldn’t, you simply stood up, handed him the bottle, gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail and faced away from him.  “is your friend staying for dinner?” you asked, more so to the driver than to jack.

the man in the car shook his head.  “sorry, beautiful.  i wouldn’t want to intrude on date night.”

and suddenly jack’s hands were on you, as close as he had ever been, the chill of the lotion along with the heat of his palms sending a shiver down your spine.  despite yourself, your words came out breathy.  “date night.  right,” you said, trying not to focus on the callused texture of his hands as they worked your shoulders, the plane of your back, up to your neck.  

you barely noticed when the car pulled away, could have moaned at how good his touch felt.  even when he was done, he kept his hands on you still, one on either side of your waist.  you could feel his breath on your neck, suddenly remembered who he was, the weirdness of this whole interaction.

you turned around to face him, hardened any desire into something you could use.  something like a weapon.  you placed both of your hands on his chest.  “feeling touchy today, hm?” you asked, looking up at him, willing innocence and intrigue into your eyes.

and just like that, he was there, again, the jack that you knew.  a flush crept up his neck to his cheeks, and his eyes darted around your face as he searched for words.  

“‘m sorry, baby, just didn’t want him to think-”

you cocked a brow.  “didn’t want him to think what?”  you prompted, ignoring the fact that he was still calling you baby, like some kind of community theatre actor unwilling to come out of a role.  you weren’t acting.

he tilted his head back, looked to the sky for a moment.  “it’s just that,” he looked back at you.  “he’s, you know, just-”

you nodded. “what, pretty boy?” you asked, raised a hand to push a damp lock of hair from his face, watched his blush deepen with a vengeance, his eyes cloud with something darker.  

he seemed to forget what he was saying completely, the combination of your words and your touch on his face like a sedative.  

and you had a feeling that the words that were caught in his throat were something along the lines of he’s not me.  but, you figured, if he wasn’t going to tell you that, that was on him.  so, instead of kissing him, like you so wanted to, you just gave a disappointed shake of your head, swiping a thumb across his bottom lip before heading inside to shower away the sunscreen you didn’t need, had never needed.

your dinners were common ground, a momentarily truce, before you would go back to your endless quest to see that flush, and he would return to his endeavor of trying to hide it, to hide what you were doing to him, which was only getting more challenging.

little did he know, it was only getting harder for you to control yourself, too.  especially when you would be in your room, with the door open, and he would walk out of the bathroom, freshly showered, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

and you would try not to look, try not to stare at the way his hips just barely held up the towel, or how his chest gleamed in the most inviting way.  

it became harder still when you realized he was talking to you.

“hm?” you asked, forcing your gaze up to his eyes.

“said i used your body wash, baby, figured you wouldn’t mind,” he said, running a hand through his damp hair.  your eyes followed the motion.

“why?” you asked, brow furrowed.  “yours is in there, no?”

his smile was small, bashful.  you got up, slowly walked over to where he stood. “like the smell of yours more,” he admitted, looking down.

“and you’re sure it’s mine?”  you placed a hand on his bare shoulder, pushed yourself up so your face was aligned with the space between his neck and collarbone, inhaled, felt a shiver start just under your touch.  “nevermind,” you said, recognizing the flowery scent.  “it’s mine.”

you looked up to meet his eyes, not taking your hand off of him just yet.  “’s okay, then?” he asked, that beautiful blush spreading down his neck.

you hummed, slowly pulled your hand off of his shoulder.  “if you like it so much,” you said with a shrug, walking back into your room, “feel free.”  so you left him, breathless, standing in the hallway.  you, too, had to catch your breath, though, when you shut your door behind you and looked down at your hand, seemingly scorching from resting on his bare skin for so long.  you could still feel him underneath you, in an instant developing a craving to feel more of him, feel all of him.

still, you understood that you both couldn’t dance around each other forever, that at some point the spell would shatter like a china teacup on the floor.  and that’s exactly what it felt like when he asked you if it was okay that the car would be back later than usual tonight as you washed and dried the dishes together.  you had already agreed that he would drive himself back from his game, but, apparently, he had plans after the game, too.

“sure,” you said instinctively.  “for what?”

something curious burned alight in his eyes as he said, “just seeing a friend, should be back later tonight.”

and something green burned alight in your stomach as you immediately became alert.  you knew a friend.  you had several a friends.  “yeah?” you asked.  “who?”  you hated the way your voice, usually so steady and confident, took on only the slightest of creaks at the end of your question.  you felt like it exposed you entirely.

he paused, searching your eyes for a moment before looking down again.  “just some girl,” was his answer, almost uncertain, continuing to run a rag over a glass.

you felt that feeling bubble up inside of you, hot, blistering jealousy, but also pure anger.  how could he not love this game as much as you did?  how could he end it, throw the board away so easily?

but you just gave a slight nod, refusing to look at him.  

unfortunately, you realized, you two had grown close enough that he knew you, truly and deeply, and of course he would be able to tell that something was off.

“what?” he asked, turning to you.  “what is it?”

you shook your head.  “nothing.  hope you have fun.”  but your voice came out short, snappy, sort of mean.

he furrowed his brow.  “wait, what?” he said.  “what is this?”  he gestured to your general presence, to which you put down the plate in your hands and sighed, finally looking at him fully.

you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

whatever he saw in your eyes made the slightest of pouts grace his lips.  he gave a nod of understanding.  “oh,” he began, “you’re jealous.”

you huffed.  “i am not.”

“you are.  i know you are, baby.”  something flashed briefly through his gaze, making his pout deepen.  “what, so you’re allowed to fuck around, but i’m not?  how does that work?”  

fire roared inside of you as you grabbed a fistful of his shirt, brought him down to your level.  “fuck around?  is that what you think i’m doing?”  you watched him swallow, swore you could feel his heartbeat under your hand, willed pity into your eyes and shook your head.  “oh, sweetheart,” you tsked, “thought you were smarter than that.”

you let yourself look at his lips one more time before letting go, turning to walk away.

“go ahead and fuck around, if you want to,” you called over your shoulder.  “but i don’t think you want to.”

and you must have been right, because after the game, at the time you had originally expected, you heard the car in the driveway, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

you heard him come up the stairs, close the door behind him, settle into his room.  and you left him to whatever he was doing, for a while, maybe an hour or two.  until you decided you were going to take a shower.

you walked out into the hallway, a towel wrapped around you, and began to make your way to the bathroom.  and you would have made it there, if you hadn’t been stopped, completely frozen, by the soft noises coming from behind jack’s bedroom door.

noises that sounded like stifled, breathy moans, like whimpers trying so desperately to be hidden.

you inched closer to the door, listened through the wood, although your suspicions were all but absolutely confirmed already.  

your throat began to tighten as the noises became clearer, less controlled, and if you didn’t know better you thought they could have been mistaken for teary sobs, if not for the undeniable baseline of pleasure and desperation that threaded all the noises together.

and you knew it was normal, for a young man to touch himself, and you told yourself that you would have walked away, stalked back to your room, completely unsatisfied.

but when he clearly moaned out, “fuck, baby, like that,” the sound bursting out of him like a confession, you knew you weren’t going back to your room.  not when he had called for you, had begged for you, was so obviously thinking of you.

so you opened his door, met his hooded gaze immediately, saw alarm and shame flash through his eyes, watched his hands fumble for his blankets in an attempt to cover himself up, to which you could have scoffed.

“no, no,” you cooed, approaching the side of his bed. “‘s okay, baby.”  you relished in the way that beautiful blush of his blossomed like a peony in late spring, full and all-consuming, making him look so deliciously vulnerable.

his exhale was shaky, a rockslide of emotion.  “baby, you weren’t s‘posed to-” he didn’t finish his thought.  “i didn’t mean to-” another breath.  “tried to be quiet, i swear.”

as he spoke, though, you squinted at his mouth, noticed how swollen his top lip was, finally recognized that his front tooth had chipped, seemingly right in half.

you gingerly took his jaw in one hand, tilted your head, concern lacing your voice.  “does it hurt?” you asked, mesmerized by him, the physical evidence that he was alive, that he could hurt, and could still desire you so blatantly.

his eyes, before glazed over, took a moment before understanding filled them.  he immediately looked down, tried to remove himself from your touch.  “not anymore,” he mumbled.  “know it looks bad-”

you scoffed at this, traced your thumb along his lip, felt the swell and heat travel through your body.  “you think it looks bad?”  he gave a bashful nod, setting your blood ablaze.  “oh, jack,” you said, shaking your head, “you could never be anything but pretty.” 

and he looked at you like he would endure all the pain in the world, if only so you would tell him he looked beautiful while doing so.  you smiled at how he glowed under your praise, smiled into his lips as they met yours in a kiss that felt much too long overdue, and yet felt so familiar, almost nostalgic.  he kissed you with a hunger that surprised you, given the tenderness of his lip, but he moaned into your mouth, so you figured he didn’t mind too terribly.  you ran your tongue along his teeth, your fingertips dancing along his jawline before pulling back, only just.

after a breath, heavy with want, you sunk to your knees beside his bed, looked up at him, took one of his hands in your own.  your stomach stirred at how he immediately clutched back.  “let me help you, hm?  i’ll make you feel so good, jack, i promise.”  you tried to dull the teasing in your tone.  “know you were thinking ‘bout me, before.”  your voice became a rasp at the memory.  “when you were touching yourself, yeah?”

he blushed, but shifted towards the edge of the bed, closer to you, his swallow rough and audible.  he squeezed your hand in a silent plea.  “please, can i touch you, pretty boy?” you asked.  “let me suck you off, hm?”

he nodded, a whimpered “please?” escaping him as you pushed his covers aside, spat into your hand and took him into your grip, hot and hard under your touch, the result of weeks of pent up lust, fantasies he had assumed dead suddenly being jerked awake.  you peered up at him, wanting to see every reaction he could give you.

as soon as you touched him he squinted his eyes shut, lost in the sensation of you, here, exactly as he had imagined you so many times.  his grip on your hand tightened when you took him in your mouth, felt the weight of him, the weight of his longing, through your entire body.

“fuck, baby,” he cried, using his other hand to gather your hair in a fist, as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock before teasing the tip.  “your mouth feels so good.”  his voice was a shudder as you hummed around him, making him moan deeper.

he grew harder in your mouth as you hollowed out your cheeks, drew your head up and down, losing yourself in the rhythm of his breathing, tethered to this reality only by his hand on yours.

before you knew it, you could feel his thighs clench in telling as his exhales grew tight.  “y-you need to stop, baby,” he whimpered, eyes glassy, “’m gonna cum if you don’t.”  his voice was pleading.

you didn’t stop immediately, only looked up at him through your lashes, making him curse, his brow furrow.  “please,” he begged, “don’t want to cum yet, baby, please.”

you thought for a moment, part of you wanting to feel him in your mouth for a little longer, but the part of you that wanted to know what he felt like inside of you won out in the end.

you reluctantly pulled up off of him, melted at the gratitude that mingled with the desire in his gaze.  “what if i want you to cum?” you asked, rising from your knees, grinning when he pulled you on top of him.  

“you first,” he said before kissing you again, bruising and potent with feeling.  “need to feel you cum around me, baby.”

“yeah?” you said against his mouth.  “is that what you were thinking about before i came in?”

he hummed a noise of affirmation.  you bit your lip at his confession, plainly delighted at the reminder that he thought of you, that you occupied his mind the way he did yours.  

you pushed his chest back, positioned yourself on top of him.  “been wantin’ to fuck me, hm?”

you bit your lip again as you sunk down onto him, closed your eyes at the stretch.  “so bad, baby,” he groaned, “so, so bad.”  you both stayed completely still for a beat, basking in the feeling that you both had been craving for what felt like ages.  you placed your hands on his stomach to ground yourself, felt his muscles clench underneath your palms as he grabbed at your hips, the warmth of his hands sending a shiver up to your neck.

“fuck,” you moaned, finally adjusted to the size of him, needing him to move, needed some release to the impossible tension inside of you.  “please fuck me, jack.  need you to.”

and of course he wanted nothing if not to do exactly as you asked.  he bucked his hips up into you, creating an immediate rhythm as you rode him, meeting his every thrust.  the rhythm was not perfect, but every slip up felt predestined, too, a reminder that you were both human.  a reminder that even through imperfection, everything felt perfect solely because it was between him and you.

“you feel so perfect, baby,” he bit out.  “fuck, can’t even tell you how good.”

you moaned at his words as he brought one of his hands to thumb at your clit, making you groan and clench around him, tilt your head back at the sensation.  

he gave a series of especially deep, slow thrusts, making you bite back your moans, squeeze him harder.  

“look so pretty, baby,” he said, breathy, barely audible, “so fucking pretty like this.”  

you locked eyes with him, groaned at the look in his, completely focused on you, his flush, this time from exertion, not embarrassment.  you felt yourself grow close, just there. he continued to tease your clit as you ground down on his cock.

“‘m so close, jack,” you cried out, “gonna make me cum, yeah?  just like you’ve been wanting, hm?”

his thrusts grew erratic at the prospect, his breaths shallow.  “please cum for me, baby,” he all but begged, “want to feel you.  need to feel you cum on my cock, yeah?”

at his words, combined with every overwhelming sensation you were feeling, you felt that wave of pleasure finally crash, sweeping him up with you as he came, spurred on by you squeezing him so tightly, your nails clawing at his stomach.  

you collapsed on top of him, both of his arms coming to wrap around you, holding you to his chest, where you could feel his inhales and exhales as if they were your own.  a glistening sheen of sweat settled on both of you like a gloss as you laid together, such a raw and deep desire having finally been truly recognized.

you stayed quiet for a while, so utterly content to just exist in each other’s space.  when the silence broke, you barely noticed.  

“you really don’t mind my tooth?” he asked, his voice rough as he rubbed his thumb across your back.  

you gave a drowsy smile, hummed, loved how his voice wasn’t shy, how he was growing so comfortable with you, even still.  “i love it,” you said honestly.  “looks hot.”

he rolled his eyes at you, flushed, to which you placed a gentle kiss on his chest, where the color started.  “being serious,” you said, smiling.  “besides,” you added, “i’ll love your mouth as long as you let me kiss it.”

he laughed at that, shaking his head, obviously pleased.

and how beautiful, to be the one to evoke such a reaction from him.  to be the one he even cared to ask such a question to in the first place.

fin.

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Big combo post of all the snaps tonight. I’ll add tags later, but rn I’m getting ready to go to bed for the night and I’m dead tired

[sweetestdesire]

JUST A KISS

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, degrading speech, innocence kink, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Trevor Zegras × Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which all Fem!Reader wanted was a kiss.

"It's strange that in the three years we've known each other we've never once tried to get it on." Trevor absently stroked Y/N's hair, his fingers combing through the strands. She laid with her head on his lap and her legs extended along the length of the couch. "Why's that, do you think?"

The sound of cheering drifted from the game playing on the TV and empty dishes from their takeout dinner littered the coffee table. The curtains were closed, a lamp on the side table throwing a wide arc of light over his living room.

Y/N smiled, her eyes drifting shut as his fingers raked through her hair. "Because you're a shameless man-whore who uses phrases like 'get it on.' That's why."

Trevor chuckled and toyed with the sapphire stud in her ear. "That explains why you haven't thrown yourself at me. Pretty judgmental on your behalf, by the way, but it doesn't explain why I haven't tried to lure you into bed."

Y/N opened her eyes and looked up at him, taking in his messy hair, his sensual mouth and eyes. His good looks combined with his outgoing personality meant most women wanted him within five minutes of meeting him. He'd always used his warmth and charm to his advantage, so why had he never tested his abilities on her?

It didn't take her long to come up with the reason for his behavior. "I think it's because you respect me." Y/N said.

Trevor let out an amused breath. "I don't want to sleep with you because I respect you?"

Y/N smiled at the humor in his tone. The more she thought about it the more it made sense. He had so many options when it came to women that he'd never needed or wanted to push the boundaries with her. Their friendship had grown and she now counted him as one of the most important people in her life. It would only take one quick test to prove he felt the same way about her.

She pushed herself up to a kneeling position and faced him, wrapping her fingers around his wrist. "Watch, I'll prove it to you." His expression turned wary as she guided his hand towards her. "Touch my boobs." Y/N said.

Trevor let out a shocked laugh and lifted his arm above his head. "No! What the fuck, Y/N? I'm not touching your boobs."

Y/N arched her back, pushing her breasts out in invitation. It took all of her control to keep the smile from her face. She shouldn't enjoy teasing him so much, but the look on his face was priceless. "Why not?"

"Because..." Trevor's gaze roamed her body, drifting over the t-shirt moulded to her breasts, moving further down to the legs revealed by her black shorts. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths. His hand flexed in hers, still above his head. He took a slow tour back up her body and met her eyes again, letting out a frustrated breath. "Because you're good and decent and I fucking respect you, okay? Jesus Christ, Y/N. You've given me such a hard-on."

Y/N released his wrist, trying her damnedest not to laugh. "Sorry."

He flicked a sideways glance at her and nudged her leg with his knee. The barest hint of a smile appeared. "I can tell when you're being sincere, you know. That's not your sorry face."

Y/N let out the laugh she'd been struggling to hold in and relaxed beside him, resting her hand on his thigh. "You're the one who should be apologizing. You don't want to sleep with me because you think I'm too nice. How insulting is that?"

"Let's not start hurling accusations, okay? You called me a dirty man-whore."

"I did not say 'dirty,' and I mean, if the shoe fits, I don't know what else to tell you."

"That's it." Trevor growled and dragged her over him to straddle his thighs, grabbing both of her hands in his. He held her still and stared her down, attempting a glare that didn't look as scary as it was supposed to because he kept fighting against a smile. "Take it back, Y/N."

Y/N couldn't resist sending him a smirk just to stir him up some more. "Or what?"

He'd placed her too far back on his legs for her to feel his erection, but after seeing the heat in his eyes she'd bet almost anything it was still there. A sudden urge came over her to slide closer and find out for sure. "I'll hold you down and tickle you until you do. We both know how that'll turn out."

Y/N had always ended up a squirming mess on the floor with tears streaming down her face. She had no desire to be put through that again right now. She shook her head swiftly and clamped her elbows against her sides. "I didn't mean what I said, okay? You're pure and wholesome and proper."

"Too late now, my feelings are hurt. You're going to have to find a way to make it up to me."

Y/N snorted and tried to pull her hands free. "I bet I can guess what you have in mind."

Trevor tugged her towards him and smiled as he kissed the tip of her nose. "If I didn't know better l'd think you were coming onto me. It's a pity you're not my type."

"You might want to tell that to your little friend. I don't think he got the memo."

Trevor let out a bark of laughter. He released her hands and curved his palms around her waist, pulling her closer. She settled over his lap, the snug position leaving no doubt about whether or not his erection had subsided.

His laughter quietened and the mood shifted between them. Their eyes met and she smiled, overwhelmed by the affection she felt for him. Y/N reached out to stroke his cheek and he moved his head slightly, as if he wanted to turn his face into her palm but thought better of it.

"Have you ever wondered what we'd be like together?" Y/N asked softly.

His thumbs swept over the curve of her hips. "I told you before, you're kind and sweet and all I want at this point in my life is wild, no-strings-attached sex. Those two don't go together."

"You've never once thought of me in that way?"

His gaze flicked to her mouth. "I mean, l've pictured you naked if that counts."

She tucked her hair behind her ear. "Really?"

"Yeah." Trevor reached up and tapped her chin with his forefinger. "Oh, c'mon. Don't look so pleased with yourself. I'm a man, it's what we do."

Y/N let out a breathy laugh and tipped her head slightly to one side, her gaze traveling over him while she tried to decide if her next question would cross any kind of line. "Will you let me try something?" She asked. "Just out of curiosity?"

"Such as?"

"I want to kiss you."

His eyes narrowed. "Why?"

"I don't know, I guess I just want to know what its like between us. Just one kiss, nothing more. You can even hold my hands again to make sure I don't feel you up."

Trevor raised his brows. "And what if I want to be felt up?"

She raised her brows back at him. "Then you can let go of my hands."

Trevor kept his eyes on hers and grabbed her wrists, guiding them behind her back. He clamped them together at the base of her spine, holding her tightly. The change in position caused her breasts to thrust out mere inches from his mouth. His gaze lowered for just a fraction of a second, letting her know it hadn't gone unnoticed.

Her attention dropped to his lips. Y/N tried to imagine what it would feel like kissing him for the first time in a way that wouldn't be classed as platonic. His mouth was firm and sensual, so inviting. Why had she never noticed that before? Her humor disappeared and she swallowed hard. Trevor watched her closely, his eyes taking everything in.

"What?" Y/N asked, feeling as if she'd suddenly lost her footing.

"Nothing. It's just..." Trevor gave her wrists a firm tug and she sucked in a breath. "This is turning you on."

She let out a harsh sigh. "I can't help it. I'm a woman, we get turned on over a new pair of shoes. It doesn't mean anything."

His mouth lifted at one corner. "You realize this is going to change everything between us, right?"

Y/N shook her head. "It won't. I care too much about you to let that happen." She moistened her lower lip and leaned closer. "I know you feel the same way."

"Still, Y/N."

"Relax, Trevor." She pressed her lips to his cheek, letting them linger there for a while, soaking up the warmth of his skin.

Faint traces of his clean, crisp cologne drifted towards her, teasing her senses. His free hand swept up and down her arm, leaving shivers in its wake. Y/N leaned back and took her time looking him over, drinking in the view of him while she decided where her mouth should go next.

Trevor gazed up at her, his expression filled with amusement. "Are we done?"

Y/N smiled and touched her lips to his cheek. "Not even a little bit."

She grew bolder and moved her mouth to his neck, leaving a trail of light, sucking kisses over his throat; a gentle lick here, a nibble there. His pulse beat strong and steadily, his chin lifting to allow her easier access. Her mouth travelled up to the curve of his jaw and his whiskers prickled against her lips.

Y/N pressed a soft kiss there, then another, reveling in the masculine feel of him. "You smell good." She said, nuzzling his throat.

His response vibrated against her lips. Y/N nibbled his ear and flicked her tongue at the lobe. She knew she shouldn't torment him in this way, but the more she touched him, the more of him she wanted to touch. His hand kept both of hers secured behind her back and she strained against his hold, needing physical contact with him.

Her breasts pressed against his chest and a low growl rumbled in his throat, her heartbeat quickening at the sound. Trevor's grip tightened, his strength causing a sudden, inexplicable craving inside her.

"Y/N, if you don't get this over with quick," Trevor said, his voice growing huskier, "I might get the impression that you're a fucking cock-tease."

Oh, God. The sound of his deep voice uttering the word 'cock' had a jolt of pleasure rushing through her. Y/N pulled back to look into his eyes, surprised by the need she saw there. With his clenched jaw and his steely hardness beneath her, she knew it would only take the slightest encouragement from her to throw them both into chaos.

Her hands jerked in his, she wanted them free so she could touch him. Somehow knowing he wouldn't let her go only heightened the confusing feelings crashing around inside her. His hips shifted beneath her, bringing her into closer contact with his erection. Her breathing turned shallow and she closed her eyes, fighting the need to moan.

How could Y/N be feeling this way when they'd barely touched? She hadn't even kissed him properly yet. It suddenly hit her and she drew in a sharp breath.

"I lied, you know." Y/N said, opening her eyes and staring at him in wonder. She'd not only fooled him with her words, but herself as well. "I want more."

"I know." Trevor released her wrists and they sat watching one another. The tension in the air had become unbearable. "Don't blame me when it all turns to shit."

"It won't."

"We'll see." Trevor sank his fingers into her hair, dragged her against him and crushed his mouth to hers.

Y/N barely had time to brace herself before it all spiralled out of control. She hung on and kissed him back, thrusting her tongue against his. One hand plunged into his hair while the other wound around his neck. Her knees clamped either side of his thighs and she pressed down against his erection. His answering groan had desire surging inside her. There were no teasing touches now; it was all heat and hunger. She wanted him. She wanted all of him.

Trevor slid one palm down her spine, curving over her ass. He squeezed her flesh and moved his mouth to her throat, leaving quick kisses over flushed skin. "Fucked if I know what's happening here,” he said, lifting his head to look into her eyes, "but God, do I want you."

The intensity in his gaze left her breathless. Y/N gasped and pressed her mouth to his, her tongue plunging between his lips, her hands roaming his body. Heat radiated off him and his muscles flexed beneath her fingers. His strength aroused her in a way she'd never thought possible. She hadn't looked at him in this light before. Now she couldn't imagine seeing him any other way.

Trevor's mouth left hers just long enough for him to grab the hem of her t-shirt, drag it up her body and toss it aside. She sat before him in her shorts and a blue lace bra, her hair draped over one shoulder, her lips swollen.

Breathless and needy, Y/N reached for him again. Trevor groaned and kissed her hard, flicking open the clasp on her bra and whipping it from her body. His hand closed over her bare breast, massaging her flesh, his thumb sweeping across her nipple. A thrill shot through her and she pressed herself to him, holding him tight. Her tongue caressed his, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Trevor pushed himself off the couch and took her with him. He helped her to her feet and worked on her zipper, shoving her shorts and panties over her hips. He pulled her to him again, giving her the impression he didn't want to let her go for more than a few seconds. It only made her want him more.

"Oh, God. Trevor, I need you so fucking bad." Y/N stepped from her puddled clothes and grabbed fistfuls of his t-shirt, peeling it over his head.

Their lips met again and she poured everything into the kiss. Y/N fumbled with the button on his jeans, dragging them open. Before she could free his erection, he lifted her in his arms and gripped her ass.

"Bed." Trevor said against her mouth. "Upstairs."

Y/N clutched his body, linking her ankles at his back and sinking her hands into his hair. Trevor walked with her into the hallway, took a couple more steps towards the stairs. She slid her fingers into his pants and clasped his erection, squeezing his length.

Trevor let out a deep groan and shoved his boxer briefs over his erection. He stood with her wrapped around him, one hand clasping the back of her neck. The other hand gripped his cock, rubbing it slowly up and down her damp pussy.

Y/N tucked her face in against his throat and released a strangled cry as he guided it inside her. She pushed her hips towards him to meet the thick glide of his cock, her eyes closing as he filled her. Exhilaration and arousal had her pulse racing, her skin flushing. Her stomach reeled with pleasure.

Trevor pulled back and drove into her again, his breaths harsh, his body tense as she took him in. He made his way to the foot of the stairs and leaned down, his palm flattening against a carpeted step while his other hand took her weight.

Y/N felt the press of the stairs against her back, the tension in his muscles beneath her fingertips. She lifted her chin and looked into his eyes; they were fiery in their intensity, roaming her face, her breasts, taking everything in. He sank into her and retreated again.

"Fuck, Trevor. You feel so good." His thrusts pushed her back against the stairs, the carpet abrading her skin. His chest brushed against her nipples, hardening them to tingling points.

Trevor watched her closely, spotting the tears on her cheeks. She could barely hold her eyes open from the pleasure, but she noticed the worry come across his face. Y/N moaned lightly, trying to signal him she was okay. He leaned in and kissed her, his quick breaths expelling against her cheek. The sensations overwhelmed her. She needed to cum. She needed it so badly. He plunged inside her over and over, his movements so deep, so forceful, she knew it wouldn't take long.

Y/N hooked her hands over the backs of his shoulders and met his thrusts with bucking hips. A groan rumbled in his throat and he kissed her harder, his fingers gripping her ass. His speed increased and she felt it building inside her. Her stomach dipped and her back arched. She tore her mouth from his and tilted her head. Trevor's lips moved to her throat and she dragged in a breath as it came over her. It crashed in a wave that sucked her under, had her shaking, pulsing around him.

"Oh, God." Her thighs clenched and she held on tight. The tip of his tongue traced the length of her throat. Desire surged and her hips lifted. Y/N let out a loud sigh and collapsed, trembling, against his supporting arm.

"Shit, Y/N." Trevor's thrusts eased to a slow grind and he pressed his mouth to hers.

His lips moved softly, his tongue caressing hers. Knowing he was close had excitement building inside her all over again. His stomach muscles tightened and with a quiet groan he shuddered and came inside her. Y/N's eyes closed and her heart pounded as he gave one final shove, his sound of surrender one of the most erotic things she'd ever heard.

"Cum for me, baby." Trevor managed to stutter out. She all but screamed in relief as the words registered.

With perfect timing, waves of pleasure rolled through her body, pulsating through her core. Y/N cried out as she stopped fighting. He kept her leg in place as her orgasm took over, her juices pouring out of her and soaking the carpet beneath her.

"Good girl." Trevor's voice sounded far in the distance despite their closeness, his praise only heightening her climax. She almost felt like she was almost going in and out of consciousness as she rode out the longest and hardest climax she'd ever had.

Even after everything they'd shared, after everything he'd made her feel, all she could think now was more. His mouth leit hers and she wrapped her arms around him, resting her lips against the racing pulse in his throat.

Her eyes remained closed as she panted, trying to catch her breath. She moaned loudly as Trevor slowly pulled his cock out from her throbbing, sensitive pussy. Exhaustion over took her, her mind and body felt different than they ever had.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Trevor whispered to her gently. She nodded as best she could, unable to find the words.

Trevor braced himself on one elbow while he recovered and Y/N's eyes opened as the silence settled over them. She considered how this might change their relationship, her stomach churning at the thought of what he might be feeling right now. He'd warned her it would change everything between them, she just hoped it didn't change things for the worse.

Y/N whimpered as she felt him scoop her up in his arms and place her into his lap. She buried her face in his chest, his warmth like a security blanket around her. She felt like she was going through every emotion imaginable, like everything in her needed that release.

Trevor rested his forehead against hers and Y/N held her breath while she waited for him to speak. The seconds were torturous as they ticked away. His palms clasped her face and he eventually let out a sigh.

"What the hell was that?" Trevor whispered.

Y/N let out the breath she'd been holding, the humor in his tone helping alleviate her fears. She bit her lip and smiled, trying to control the hope rising inside her. "I don't know, I've never experienced anything like that before. I wish l'd thrown myself at you years ago."

Trevor chuckled and kissed her cheek, his lips lingering on her skin. "It answers one question at least." He said.

"What's that?"

"You look even better naked than I imagined."

Y/N laughed and threaded her arms around his neck, pressing a quick kiss on his mouth. When she meant to pull away, Trevor cradled the back of her head and urged her closer, taking the kiss deeper.

Their lips moved together, his hand sinking into her hair to keep her near. The warmth of his touch eased her worries and set her mind at rest. They both cared about one other, of that much Y/N was sure. With that as a basis to build on, she knew they'd find a way to make this work.

[puck-luck]

let it slip | trevor zegras

warnings: daddy kink. i said what i said. teasing, dirty talk, begging, embarrassment, orgasm denial to a certain extent, unprotected p in v sex, minimal choking, one sentence of overstimulation, potential use of "y/n" but i honestly forgot (i just reread this too, but i don't know if it uses y/n) pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader summary: the one when reader accidentally calls trevor "daddy" in bed and it doesn't go to shit! wc: 861

Trevor was infuriating. You knew that before you started dating him, having known his friends for a good year before you two started going out. You’d hung out with Trevor’s group a couple of times and you knew well that he had a mouth on him. Normally, you were able to ignore his comments or use them to your advantage– but today, he was just teasing. He was running his mouth and holding you still on his cock, pulling out each time you tried to get him to move. Whether it was you grinding down, clenching, or pulling at Trevor’s shoulders and hair, it ended in the same result. He pulled out and, with an annoying smirk, waited for you to beg him to slide his cock back inside you. So really, you couldn’t help it when the word slipped out of your mouth.

“Daddy,” you complained when Trevor pulled his cock out of your pussy again. Then, when you realized what you said, you stilled. Your eyes went wide and you clamped your mouth shut, even bringing a hand up to cover your lips.

Trevor raised his eyebrows in surprise for just a second before smoothing his expression. “Is that how you want this to be?” He asked, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds. When you kept your mouth shut, still reeling from your inadvertent admission, Trevor shifted his hips forward and pressed into you, barely. “Baby,” he said quietly. “Say that again.”

You let out a whimper and shook your head, embarrassed that you had revealed this to him in the middle of sex and not in a better moment, where you could explain yourself. You could feel your cheeks burning with redness. “Trevor,” you said instead, and cringed at the way your voice broke.

Slowly, Trevor shook his head. “No,” he drawled. “No, baby, call me what you want to call me.” He begins to rock forward, slow and calculated, making sure you feel every inch of him. He brings his thumb to your clit and rubs circles on it at the same pace, staring as you close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Come on, sweet girl. It’s okay. Let me be your daddy. Let me make you feel good. Let go.”

You cry out as he starts to snap his hips in a more brutal pace. He’s still staring, taking in every single minute change in your expression. He’s good with his cock and good with his fingers and he’s great with his words, and he knows that he just can’t let you come until you call him ‘daddy’ again. He lets your release build until he knows you’re about to snap and he stops, buried completely inside you.

“You want to come, babydoll?” Trevor asks, wiping the tear from the side of your eye that leaked out when he stopped moving.

“Please,” you plead. “Please, Trevor.”

He makes a disapproving noise and begins to pull out of you, but it’s unbearable. You lock your ankles at the small of his back and hug tightly around his neck and he lets you immobilize him. He could break free of you in an instant with that hockey strength he has, but he’s waiting for you to say the word that’s on the tip of your tongue with baited breath.

“Daddy,” you finally breathe out. “Please, make me come. I’m so close, please don’t take it away, I’ll do whatever you want.”

He snaps his hips forward and resumes fucking you like his life depends on it, reaching one of his hands up to your throat and resting it there. “Keep calling me that,” he tells you. “And I’ll let you come.”

You nearly shriek when he presses down on your throat. Every sense is heightened when he chokes you and his cock presses into you so, so deep with every thrust. You’re babbling, calling him by his new title practically every other word as the pleasure builds in the pit of your stomach.

Trevor presses his forehead against yours. You can feel his breath on your face and his nose nudging yours with each thrust. “Come for daddy, baby. Show me how good you feel.”

As soon as you let go, you can feel him letting go as well. He spills inside of you with a deep groan, burying his face in the side of your neck. You reach down between your bodies and feel the way he continues to slide in and out of you through his aftershocks. His come is leaking out of you with each pass of his hips and he just continues to fuck it back in. He doesn’t even pull out, just maneuvers so you’re laying on top of him on the bed.

“Daddy, huh?” Trevor asks quietly. “I like that.”

You bury your head in his neck this time, blushing and hiding. “‘S embarrassing.”

“Mm, I disagree,” Trevor hums. He slides a finger over your clit and you clench down on him due to the overstimulation. “That one little word has got you this worked up and makes me want to stay inside you all night long.”

notes: finally, my darkest (not dark at all because i'm very comfortable with it) secret has been revealed! yes, readers, i've been a fan of the daddy kink all along. and you know who's daddy as fuck? TREVOR ZEGRAS. not much else to say. hoping everyone enjoyed. definitely nsfw. ....will be including the daddy kink in my works as often as i find necessary. maybe i can pavlov y'all into enjoying it too... hmm...

[theywantedplayer]

Masterslist

NEW MASTERLIST

Smut

All Categories 

who i write for 

Jamie Draysale 

“shit I didn't mean to say that”

Loved so dearly

“Its midnight where the hell were you

obsessed

Doing nothing with you

“my friends are really annoyed about how much I talk about you” “you’re staring”

Sparks fly-Taylor Swift

Thin walls NSFW

Good morning NSFW

Happy Birthday NSFW

"please kiss me" "stay quiet" NSFW

“ it’s okay just breathe” “look at me, please?” 

“I’m not leaving”

Trevor zegras

jealousy

“... " " "Wanna make out?" "Sure" “ the second I saw you I couldn't get over how beautiful you were”

“You're kinda cute in this” “only kinda.”"Did you see that?" "You saw that right?"

“someone’s happy to see me” “you bought me flowers?”

Picking fights 

he didnt say it 

obsessed

“don’t fucking touch what is not yours”  “Shh.. I’m here”

“oh hun, i wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard” “you look exhausted”

“first one to make noises loses” NSFW

Just one more NSFW

Moth to a flame NSFW

Long Day  NSFW

Auston Matthews

“No, no, please don’t look sad. I can’t handle that.” 

“don’t fucking touch what is not yours” NSFW

I only want you 

obsessed

I think Your enough 

I wouldn’t do that to you” “i’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name”

“You take me so well.” “Spread your legs wider.” NSFW

You comfort Austin after they get eliminated in the second round

paparazzi NSFW

“I’ve been in love you for years”

Jack Hughes 

This is how you celebrate a win NSFW

“Shh im here”

obsessed

All stars

First time NSFW

Jersey NSFW

Shower sex NSFW

Luke Hughes

“ i love you the way you are, okay? you don’t need to change. ”

High and dry NSFW part 2

Bruises

My boyfriends Brother NSFW

Finally alone NSFW

Drunk

“No, no, please don’t look sad. I can’t handle that.”

Quinn Hughes 

“im just trying to help you” “Please, talk to me’’

soft spot

“Baby can you please shut the fuck up”

“do you think I dropped my walls like this for anybody?”

"i’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name”NSFW

you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”“ you’re blushing” “am not” 

Submissive quinn NSFW

Flight NSFW

Brock Boeser

andrei kuzmenko

Nico hischier

Captain NSFW

“I wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard”

Golden gold

“come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you” NSFW

obsessed

Fair amount 

The purse 

Dirty talk NSFW

Little things

HandCuff’s+Blindfold NSFW

Arber Xhekaj 

I wanted to see you

Kirby dach

Freezing 

Cole caulfield

Feeling lost

“Why isn't he getting up?”

“I’ll never be good enough”“I wish you could see yourself how I see you”

Talking to yourself

“No panties?” NSFW

In every room NSFW

Sidney Crosby 

“Will you dance with me? Please, pretty please!” 

“I missed you so much” & “ you bought me flowers?”

“i love you the way you are, okay? you don’t need to change. 

obsessed

“Don't listen to them” “Because I know you” 

“Hey…..be safe”  “ you’re not even listening” 

Juraj Slafkovsky 

“I just wanted to be held for a while”

"everything about you amazes me"

“don’t yell at me in a language i don’t understand!” “please don’t cry, i’m sorry” 

Mitch marner  

“you’re crying” and “i missed you so much” 

“you were crying.” “you’re warm.”

obsessed

Second Chance 

“I get so hard when i’m around you“ 

Needy Mitch  NSFW

Carter Hart

Mat Barzal

“You smiled! I saw it, so no denying it.” and “You’re definitely the only person I would do this for.”

andrei svechnikov

Fastest Skater goes to?

“i’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name” NSFW

leon draisaitl

“first one to make noises loses”

“come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you” NSFW

"so, how much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?"“Please kiss me.”

Jeremy Swayma

“no panties?”“Do you want my fingers?" NSFW

Morning kisses 

[uluvjay]

Injuries- T.Zegras

In which your baby of a boyfriend is home for a few days nursing a lower body injury

Trevor zegras x Established relationship reader!

Warnings?; kissing, talk about sex

Lightly proofread!

-

Trevor had gotten hurt a few days ago against the Avalanche and since then has been home with a lower body injury. Your boyfriend was tough..on the ice, at home however he acted like a baby.

He could pick a fight with veteran players that tower over him but needs you to shower with him because he ‘can’t wash his hair right’ and needs you to scratch his back or play with his hair before he can fall asleep.

And due to how nervous you got after seeing him limp off the ice and how you rushed down to the medical room, he was making sure he exaggerated his injury around you as much as he could. 

All morning for example his leg hurt so he needed all the kisses he could get because they made him feel better, and you had to let him use your heated blanket because the heat helped. He also was in to much pain to get up and make his bowl of cereal.

Currently you were in your shared bedroom getting ready to join Trevor at his checkup with the teams doctor and physical therapist.

“Where are you going?” He asked as he walked into the room to get changed.

“With you”

“What why?”

“Well you know, since your in so much pain still I figured it would be best for me to come and learn what I could do to help. Plus I already asked your Pt and she said it was okay” you told him as you turned to face him with your arms crossed

“You dirty dog” he said laughing

“What? I’m just trying to make sure my poor boyfriend gets better” you said walking over and kissing his cheek “oh and I’m driving”

“What no, your cars so low” he whined

“I know, that’s why we are going to take yours ” you said giggling knowing how he was about people driving “His baby”

—

After a long ride of Trevor acting like you didn’t know how to drive and keeping his hand tight around your thigh, you made it to the arena.

Trevor walked around to your side as you were getting out and took the keys off you, “My poor baby” he said as he tapped the hood of his car.

“Z I am not a bad driver you drama queen” you said laughing as he grabbed your hand

“Mhm whatever’s makes you happy babe” he said cause you to push him and you both laugh.

When you made it to the team’s physical therapist Lauren he stopped right outside the room. “Are you sure you wanna come in? I mean so you don’t have to hear me describe my pain” he tried

“Trevor shut up and get the hell in there” you told him causing him to drop his head and walk in.

After saying your hellos she had Trevor sit on one of the table things they have in there and started to ask him about pains and their scale and where they’re located.

“Honestly I’ve felt a lot better over the past two days, I’ve been stretching every morning and not doing excessive movements or anything” he explained avoiding eye contact with you.

“Okay I do have to ask, have you had sex?” She asked causing you both to blush profusely.

“No she put me in the dog house, didn’t want me to get injured more by the thrusting” he said with no shame

“Trevor!” You scolded getting even more red

Lauren however was laughing and found lots of amusement out of the situation. “Okay, we’ll we’re just gonna run some test and then you can come in to practice tomorrow and coach will let you know what he wants you doing” she told him.

After he was all finished and you were walking back to the car you brought up his pampering over the last few days. “So, drama queen now was it being pampered these last few days?”

“I was not being a drama queen!”

“Z, you literally just told her you’ve felt good for the last two days and this morning you begged for my blanket and kisses because you were in pain” you said laughing.

“Okay fine..I might have been a slight drama queen” he said as you made it to the car.

“Mhm slight” you said laughing and he pulled your door open for you

“So since I’m cleared does this mean we can have sex when we get home?” He asked a few minutes into the ride back home

“Jesus Christ Trevor” you said laughing

“It’s an honest question!” He replied laughing as well

“Yes Trevor, we can have sex tonight” you told him watching him fist bump the air like a child.

—-



[nathaslosthershit]

A Pretty Face||Trevor Zegras x Reader

Pairing: Trevor Zegras x reader

Warnings: Very very suggestive at the end but it doesn't lead to anything we see. Also I know no man who would ever talk like this but whatever

Summary: Soft and sweet moments with Trevor

A/n:  I decided to do this cause I really like Trevor’s nose

PLEASE NOTE: I wrote something similar to this on another account I have. But I repurposed the fic cause I wasn’t happy with it. Still am not but maybe I will adjust it again in the future.

Word Count: 500+

You lived for these moments. Where the rest of world means nothing to you. Where you don't have to worry about what's happening outside your window or even outside your bedroom door. You can just blissfully lay down in bed with your lover.

It's been a while since you have had a moment like this. Alone with Trevor in the late morning. Nothing to do and feeling like you had all the time in the world. 

“I don’t ever want to get up if I'm being honest.” Trevor says softly from right next to you. He is looking out the window, facing away. 

“We don’t have to. At least not today. We could stay like this till tomorrow morning if we really wanted to. Might get hungry though” You reply. There are a few more moments of silence till he turns to face you, wrapping a big arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“How long do you think we could ignore our responsibilities till they come busting down our door?”

“I wouldn’t bank on having long.” He laughs at that. 

Mumbling about how you are still too far away despite your chests being pressed together, Trevor sits up and puts you on his lap facing him. Situating yourself in this new position you put your arms on his shoulders and around his neck and just look at him. Taking in all of the features of his face, both big and small. He laughs at the concentration you have while looking at him as well as the uncomfortableness of being assessed so deeply. 

“What’s your final assessment, babe?” he asks, seeing as you look like you came to a conclusion.

“You have the world’s prettiest face. I’m both jealous of your looks and thrilled I get the chance to stare at them any time I want.” You answer, going to cup his cheeks. He blushes deeply and not knowing what to say, he starts to kiss you deeply.

“Well it’s a good thing that I am with the girl with the world’s prettiest face. Couldn’t make a better face for you if I sculpted it myself-”

“Well I definitely believe that. Remember what a disaster the pottery date we went on was? You couldn't even make a pinch pot, Trevor!”

“Can you just let me compliment you without deflating my ego? What I am trying to say is that you are gorgeous, babe. I mean really, my lov-” you cut him off by pushing him down to the bed, giggling.

“Enough. You sound desperate to get into my pants, Trevor.”

“I haven’t told a single lie. But also between the two of us, exactly zero pairs of pants are being worn so I wouldn’t have to try very hard to-” you cut his incoming dirty joke with another kiss. As you two pull away breathless you start to laugh. You both don’t think you could be happier in this moment.

[delayed-affection]

can you write something about the reader having a bad and trevor or jack making them feel better

Here with me

Navigation Oneshots

Trevor Zegras x reader

A/n: I went with Trevor, I hope you enjoy!🤍

Warnings: like two bad words, pet name (baby, babe)

Word count: 2.1k

Waking up today you thought it would be a good. You were able to FaceTime Trevor before he left for practice, got to work on time, and they supplied you guys with breakfast.

Then the day started to go down, someone spilt their coffee on you and tried to blame you for it. With no change of clothes and no time to go home until lunch you walked around wet and smelling of coffee.

Then when you were on lunch you got a flat tire, so you had to pull over on the side of the road to change it. Dirtying your clothes even more and having random people drive up to asking you if you were okay was quite embarrassing.

You barely made it home and back to work on time. Hoping that the day will pick up and nothing else happens.

Only for the printer to jam up on you before your meeting, you’re friend texting you canceling your plans for tonight, your know it all coworker trying to tell you that you’re doing your job wrong, and it started to pouring rain on your way out.

So you once again you are in wet clothes but more upset than you were before. The only good thing left about today is that you don’t have any classes or homework to worry about.

When you got home you decided to take a quick shower, texting Trevor asking him if it’s okay that you come over.

Getting out you toss on some some of his clothes that he left over. You grab your phone to see that he gave you the go ahead to come over.

~

You knock on his front door for what feels like the millionth time, neither him or Jamie have come to the door. You jiggle the door knob to find out that the door is locked.

You groan letting your head hit the door, of course this would happen.

You call his phone to no avail, so you try Jamie.

He picks up, “Hello?”

“Jamie, hey.” You reply, “Are you and Trevor not home?”

“I’m not.” He states, “But Trevor is… or I thought he was.”

You sigh, “He’s not answering the door or his phone.”

You can hear him stifle a laugh, “So, you’re locked out?”

You run a hand through your hair, “Yeah.”

“Okay, so, by the door there’s a rock, if you flip it over the bottom should slide off and the key should be inside.” He informs

You pick up the rock, “You’re a lifesaver, dryer sheet.”

He chuckles, “Yeah whatever, dipshit.”

You open the door, “Okay I’m in, thank you.”

“No problem.” He says, “And keep the key, I’ll make another one.”

“For real?” You ask

“Yeah, now go make sure Trevor’s not dead.” He tells you, “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye, Jamie.” You say hanging up the phone.

You close the door behind you and make your way to Trevor’s room. As you get closer you can hear Taylor swift playing along with the faint sound of water and him singing along.

Opening his bedroom door you take off your shoes and lay on his bed, listening to him sing ‘Our Song’.

Even though he’s completely off key it brings a smile to your face. Pulling out your phone you record him singing the rest of the song, it could come in handy for another bad day or even a birthday post.

When he finished the song you decided to mindlessly scrolling through tiktok. You did that for fifteen minutes before you finally hear the water turn off and the music switch from Taylor to Mac Miller.

The bathroom door swings open and out walks Trevor, dripping wet with a towel around his waist.

He jumps at the sight of you on his bed, not expecting you to be there, “Jesus, Baby, when did you get here?”

“I don’t know, like, fifteen? Twenty? Minutes ago.” You answer struggling to keep your eyes on his.

He turns off the music, “So, you- you heard all of that?”

“Yeah, it almost felt like I was at one of her concerts.” You tease

He turns away from you, clearly embarrassed, and goes to grab some clothes.

He goes back to the bathroom with his clothes in hand, “So, how was your day?”

You groan, “ugh, it sucked.”

He quickly comes back out in joggers and a tshirt, “Awe baby I’m sorry.”

He leans over the bed places a soft kiss on your forehead, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head, “No, not really.”

He hums in response, “Here, scoot over.”

You move over allowing him to lay down next to you, you can feel the warmth from the shower radiate off of him.

He pulls you over to him and starts to rub your back, “Well if it makes you feel better, I’m glad you’re here, I missed you.”

“If you missed me why’d you lock the front door?” You ask, “Are you afraid of the boogie man or something?”

He shakes his head and smiles, “What? No! I’d lay out the boogie man and you know it.”

You let out a amused laugh, “Oh, I’m sure you would.”

“Have you seen my guns?” He asks flexing his arm, “These things are killers.”

“Totally…” You say in an unconvinced tone.

He acts offended, bringing his hand to his chest, “Are you doubting me? Do you not believe me?”

“I mean it’s the boogie man.” You reply

He rolls his eyes and huffs, “I’m your boyfriend you’re supposed to believe in me.”

You apologize, “Oh, sorry. What I meant to say is that you could take down anyone. The boogie man wouldn’t stand a chance against you.”

He lets a dry chuckle, “Much better, babe.”

He strokes the side of your face, “Hey, did you eat today?”

“Yeah, did you?” You question

“Mhm.” He answers, “Did you drink any water?”

You let out a dragged, “Yes.”

He looks at you and you watch as his eyes make their way down your body.

He smiles and his eyes meet yours, “You’re wearing my clothes.”

You can feel your face getting hot, “yeah.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Because I felt shitty and me wearing them made me feel better.” You quickly confess

“Oh, baby.” He coos sitting up against the headboard, “Do you still feel that way?”

You move to sit across from him and shrug, “Kind of but you’ve helped a lot.”

He turns his head in confusion, “How? I’ve been talking nonsense since you got here.”

You shrug, “You always talk nonsense.”

“Okay, is it hate on your boyfriend day? First you tell me I can’t defend myself and now you’re telling my I talk nonsense.” He complains

You put your hands up in surrender, “You said it first, I was just agreeing.”

“Well maybe should disagree with me.” He agrues

“But I did and you didn’t like it.” You remind letting yourself fall back onto the bed.

He moves forward to lean over you, his face ever so close to yours.

“You know what I’m going to stop this because I can see that I’m not going to win.” He tells you

He gives you a quick peck to show that he accepts the loss on this one.

You hum in response.

“But you know what I will beat you at?”

“Knowing every word to all to well?” You answer

“Yes but no.” He says getting off the bed, “I’m willing to bet you that I could beat you in Mario Kart.”

“And if you lose?” You question following him out of the room.

“Oh, I’m not losing.” He assures leading you into the living room.

You give him an amused look, “You sound very sure of yourself.”

“Because I am.” He states turning on the switch and tv, “I’m going to hand deliver you an L.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” You mock sitting on the couch.

He sits next you and hands you a remote, “You should be, I’m a killer in baby park.”

You takes the remote, a small smile playing on your lips.

"We'll see about that." You challenge, “What do you want if you win?”

He taps his chin acting like he’s thinking of something.

“You’re buying me ice cream.” He states, “And not no McDonald’s McFlurry, I want some fancy shit.”

“What?” You ask, “What’s fancy ice cream?”

“It’s not a McFlurry.” He answers

He acts like the things he says is just common knowledge to everyone else. Like yes a McFlurry isn’t fancy but what would be considered fancy ice cream?

You hold your hand out to him, “Okay, then I want the same thing if I win.”

He takes your hand and shakes it, “Bet. First one to win eight races wins.”

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Your just started your second lap on Excitebike Arena when you notice Trevor's character zoom by you. But he's going the wrong way.

"Umm... are you aware you're going the wrong way?" You question glancing at his side of the screen.

"You're going the wrong way." He childishly argues finally turning his character around.

He scoots closer to you on the couch, "Did you see that?"

You scrunch your brows together, "What?"

His hand flies over your eyes as he attempts to catch up to you. You move away from and swat away his hand.

"Not cool, bro." You say knowing he doesn't like it when you call him that.

"I'll show what's not cool, bro." he threatens

you're not to far from starting your third lap when he snatches your controller tossing it aside.

“Oh, so we’re cheating?”

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The more games played the more competitive you two got. It was every man for himself and the two of you were looking for a win.

You were the first to eight wins, smiling brightly as Trevor whines to go again.

You guys were having fun and Trevor would do anything to keep that smile on face.

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The two of you now sit in some random parking lot in Sherman oaks finishing your ice cream from dolly llamas. After you evidently beat in him in Mario kart 16 to 14.

“I know you let me win.” You state changing the music.

He shrugs you off, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Trevor, you drove the last three races backwards.”

He takes his spoon and swipes some of your ice cream and says, “No I didn’t.”

You give him a look that tells him to be serious.

“Well let’s say… you looked like you needed some ice cream.”

“I would’ve gotten some if I lost.” You reply

He spares you glance but looks back out the window, “Yeah, but you would’ve had to pay and I wasn’t going to let you.”

You lower the music, “So why make the bet?”

He gives you a sympathetic look, “If I’m being honest, you looked like you were done with the world and I wanted to help.”

You nod but don't say anything.

He sets down his cup and grabs your hand.

"Look you said you had a bad day and I had no clue on what to do." He admits, "And whenever I was having a bad day my mom would take me to go get ice cream."

"And Mario kart was something I looked forward to doing with Griffin and Ava after school or after a game." He adds, "So I did what I thought would help."

You turn in your seat to face him, interlocking your fingers with his.

“It did help, baby.” You assure, “I felt like hell before I got to see you.”

"Are you you sure because we could always do something else." He replies, “It’s only six o’clock.”

You shake your head, "No, just being with you is enough. Hell just putting on your clothes made me feel better.”

He squeezes your hand gently, before letting it go. Moving his hand up to your cheek.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, feeling safe and loved.

"Thank you." You whisper

He leans in kissing you gently.

Pulling back he looks at you with pure love in his eyes.

A goofy smile makes its way on to his face, “I know the best way to end today.”

“And what’s that?” You ask

“A good bowl of cereal and you’re favorite show.” He says in a matter of factly tone.

You shake your head with a laugh, “You really know how to woo a person, Trev.”

He starts up the car, “You can’t tell me some Cookie Crisp wouldn’t hit the spot.”

You put your seatbelt back on and reply, “I don’t know about Cookie Crisp but sure.”

“And you’re back to being a hater.” He sighs making you chuckle.

[blueshirtjamie]

Worth the Wait // Trevor Zegras

In which Trevor returns home from an East Coast roadie and wants to show the reader how much he’s missed her.

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: smut (18+), swearing, NSFW

A/N: This is my first time posting smut! I hope you like it. Please send requests if you want more!

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Your heart fluttered with excited nerves as you watched Trevor’s contact bubble move closer and closer to your shared apartment on Find My Friends. He had been away on an East Coast roadie with the team for over a week, and you missed him deeply. You missed his hugs and cuddles, him pulling you close as you lay in bed, and his constant hums as he went about the day. The apartment felt so empty without his presence, and it never seemed to get easier having him away. You couldn’t wait to wrap him in a tight hug and breathe him in again, kissing him softly and sweetly. It was always a sweet reunion between you two since Trevor missed you just as much, if not more. He always sent you text messages while he was away, some soft and sweet, some dirty and passionate, and he always followed through on his promises.

The key turned in the door and you jumped up from the couch, waiting just on the other side of the door for Trevor to walk in. He walked in with a big smile on his face, already knowing you’d be right there. He threw down his bags and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug and resting his head on top of yours.

“Hey, baby,” he said. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you more,” you said, pulling back to look at him.

“No way!” he replied, meeting your lips with his in a soft kiss.

The pace of the kiss quickened as Trevor began to slowly walked you backward, your back colliding with the front door. He slipped a knee between your legs, creating some pressure and friction on your core. You moaned as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You let him lead the way, his tongue exploring every part of your mouth and meeting yours in a delicious kiss. He tasted like the spearmint gum he always chewed in the car, and you couldn’t get enough. You slipped your hands into his sandy hair, gripping his locks to get as close to him as possible. Just as the kiss reached the height of passion, Trevor pulled away, causing you to whimper at his absence.

“Babyyyyyy,” you whined, chasing his lips.

A smirk crept over his face at the sound of you whining for him. You knew it was his favorite, and you played it up by sticking out your bottom lip in a pout. Trevor held out a hand and you took it, meeting his eyes as you did so.

“Follow me, baby girl,” he said. “I have to show you how much I missed you.”

He led you to the bedroom and you two climbed onto the bed, tucking yourself into the soft cotton sheets. You turned to face each other, each propped up on an elbow.

“I missed you so much, baby,” he said. “I thought about you nearly the whole time.”

“Only nearly?” you asked, a teasing smile on your lips. “I thought about you the literal whole time, so I win,” you contested.

Trevor let out a laugh.

“Fine,” he said, smiling. “You can win this one, but I still have to show you how much I really did miss you. Remember those texts? You know I always follow through on my promises, baby.”

With that, he pushed you down flat onto the bed with a kiss, one hand finding your face and the other reaching in between your legs. You gasped at the sensation of his hands on you, his fingers lightly brushing over your leggings. You reached your hands into his hair once again, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. God, you loved kissing Trevor. It was like every time he was away, you forgot how good it felt, and you experienced it all over again. You slid your hands under his t-shirt, breaking the kiss only to lift it over his head. He pulled you up gently to get your top off too, then straddled you. The sensation of him pressing against you felt so good, and you moved your hips against him.

“Fuck, baby,” he said. “I know I said I wanted to take things slow, but I need you so bad.”

You smiled, looking up at him hovering over you.

“Uh-uh, baby,” you said with a shake of your head. “You gotta keep your promises,”

You pulled him down toward you by the silver chain hanging around his neck, and he moaned as your lips met. You kissed him slowly, savoring the sensation, the taste of him, the sounds he made to indicate his pleasure. Your hips moved against each other, and it felt so good, pleasurable sensations building within you. When Trevor began to kiss down your neck, stopping to bite the sensitive skin, you whimpered. He knew you liked it, so he bit a couple of spots, sure that at least one would leave a mark. He moved back up and bit your lip, just hard enough that it sent a jolt of pleasure down your spine.

“Trev,” you moaned breathlessly. “I need you right now. Please, baby,”

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely,” he said with a smirk.

He pulled back to remove his pants and underwear, and his dick was hard and dripping with precum. You moaned at the sight and moved to remove your bottoms, but Trevor grabbed your wrists.

“Let me,” he said, slowly dragging your leggings and panties down your legs, and tossing them aside. “God, you’re so beautiful, an angel in the flesh,”

You felt yourself blush, but the feeling quickly turned to pleasure as Trevor circled your clit with his finger. You gasped at the sensation.

“So wet for me,” he said. “You’re so perfect, baby girl.”

“Trev, please,” you begged with a whimper. “Need you right now, please,”

With that, he spread your legs wide and lined himself up with you, slowly slipping into you. You both moaned at the sensation. Trevor began to move in and out of you, keeping his pace slow and gentle, because he knew that’s what you liked best. He explored your body with one hand, fingertips grazing over your breasts, your belly, your hips. The other hand rubbed your clit, and the sensations were almost overwhelming, just pure bliss. You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling, moaning and whimpering, breathing out Trevor’s name in pleasure. You were getting close to coming and you knew Trevor was too because his thrusts got quicker and his breath got more ragged.

“Trevor,” you moaned. “I’m so close, baby, fuck,”

“Come for me, baby girl,” Trevor said breathlessly. “I wanna see you come like a good girl.”

With that, you reached your peak, the sensation taking over your whole body. You moaned, breathed heavily, and shook under Trevor, digging your nails into his back as you rode out your orgasm. Trevor came soon after with one final thrust, whimpering your name and swearing under his breath as he spilled into you. He gently pulled out of you and moved off of you, but kept him close to you. He stroked your hair and kissed you gently and slowly, the two of you basking in the afterglow.

“I love you so much, Trevor,” you said. “I miss you when you’re gone, but you’re always worth the wait.”

“I love you too, (y/n),” he replied, looking into your eyes and cupping your face. “You’ll always be worth it.”

[starbabyg]

pleaseeeeeee jack and trevor share her

Picture Perfect pt. 3 | Jack Hughes x reader x Trevor Zegras

part one and part two right hereeee

warnings; smut duh, the words cock and other funky words that make me squirm, jealous Jack , also a bit shitty writing lol

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Trevor couldn’t get you off his mind ever since that day. It’s all he could think of, the way your pussy gripped around Jack’s dick. The sound of your angelic moans. It was sick the way all of his thoughts were revolving around you. Trevor couldn’t even face Jack any more. He had been avoiding him at all costs, too scared he’d blurt out how he needed to fuck you to get you out of his head.

You walked out of your room and into the living room, seeing Jack playing a video game with his feet up on the coffee table. “Hey, isn’t it guy’s night shouldn’t you be at the lake house?”

“Yeah, but Trev said he couldn’t make it again. I think he’s doing that shit on purpose cause Cole told me he saw him the other day,” Jack responded, not looking up at you. He had a rough demeanor about it, but inside Jack was just a bit hurt that it seemed like his best friend was avoiding him.

“Is he mad at you or something?” You made your way to the kitchen island, grabbing a mandarin and peeling it to snack on.

“Can’t be, I didn’t do shit to him. And I mean it this time.”

“Well when was the last time you even saw him?”

“That one weekend he came over and watched us fuck. Told me he’d call me to chill afterwards, never did,” he shrugged.

“You don’t think he was weirded out by the situation? Like at least a little bit? I mean he did watch us have sex,” you concluded.

Jack recollected the event, he knew Trevor was nervous about it but he didn’t think that he would be weirded out by it, “I don’t fucken know, I thought we were close enough for that. We’ve joked about it before, banging groupies together— all before I met you of course.”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded. “Still, it was a hypothetical situation. And I’m your girlfriend, Jack. Not a groupie you’re never going to see again. It adds a certain nuance to the situation don’t you think?”

Your words made Jack think deeply, and one thing about Jack is he hates getting deep in his thoughts. He furrowed his brows, what you said confusing him just a bit. “Yeah I guess that’s true. But whatever, I’m just gonna confront him and ask him why he’s being like this.” Jack got up from his spot, putting his slides on and grabbing his keys. If Trevor was going to avoid him the only thing he could do was be right there where he had no choice but to see Jack.

“Stupid Trevor avoiding me like a weirdo. Making me drive to his house cause he wants to be lame. Funky ass missing guys night again,” Jack grumbled the whole drive to Trevor’s place.

When Jack arrived to Trevor’s place he was less upset and more hurt by the fact his best friend hadn’t responded to his texts or calls. That it had really got to the point where he had to actually drive to his house to see him face to face. Nevertheless he knocked, picking his posture up and preparing himself for the confrontation.

“Yo–” Trevor opened the door with a smile on his face, which faded with the sight of a less than happy Jack on the other side of the door. “Oh, what’s up Jack,” he now monotonously greeted.

“What’s up? That’s all you gotta say bro?” Jack started off, his hurt feelings getting to him, “You’ve been flaking on me. Not answering my calls or texts. Just straight up dodging me. What’s up with you?” At that moment he sounded like a heartbroken girlfriend, but at that moment he was.

Trevor was taken a back just a bit, but fully understood where Jack was coming from. “It’s just that I um, I’ve just been—“ he stuttered and stammered, not being able to form a cohesive sentence.

“You’ve what? Whatever it is, it just sucks you’re not able to communicate it with me. Being as we’re like best friends and all,” Jack spoke vulnerably, something he had taken up from you.

Trevor sighed, the words resonating with him. He realized he just had to face the problem head on, and tell Jack what was going on in his head. “Listen,” Trevor looked down, not being able to look Jack in the eyes, “It’s hard for me to tell you this. I never in a million years thought I’d be in this situation. Ever. Like ever. It makes me sick just thinking about it. But, watching you fuck y/n was a huge mistake.”

“Was it too much for you? She told me you probably thought I was weird, god I’m embarrassed—“

Trevor cut him off, “No, no. It’s not that. Like at all. It’s just that you were right about everything you said. About y/n,” Trev took a deep breath to muster up courage and to finish, “So right to the point that I can’t get her out of my head. Just seeing the way she fucked you and shit. It’s been stuck on my mind. I’ve never seen no one fuck like that ever in my life. And you know how many girls I’ve fucked.”

Jack didn’t know how to react or respond. Yeah, he was proud of you because he knew you were the top of the top, cream of the crop. But also, his best friend was lusting after you, his girlfriend.

“So you gotta crush on y/n?”

“I don’t know if you can say crush, she’s a great girl and all but I know you two are meant for each other. It’s just, she has that sexual prowess. If anything it’s like a fuck crush.”

“A fuck crush,” Jack raised an eyebrow, trying to comprehend what Trevor just said. The entire situation was difficult for him to comprehend.

“Yeah. Not to objectify her or anything. But she just looked so fucking amazing fucking you.”

Jack pursed his lips, “So if I let you fuck her can you stop being weird?”

“Wait, what did you just say?” Trevor had to double take, cause after everything, he knows Jack didn’t say what he just said.

“If I let you fuck her, can you stop being weird,” Jack drew out his words.

“No way. I’m not going to fuck your girlfriend and no way you’re actually going to let me fuck her just like that.”

“If it’ll make you get over whatever the hell a fuck crush is, then yeah. Get her out of your system so we can be cool again. I don’t wanna lose my best friend over some petty shit like this, cmon Trev.”

“Jack, listen to what you’re saying. Are you really going to let me fuck your girlfriend.”

“I’m not all too keen about you taking her all by yourself. Not no cuck shit. But remember when we always talked about tag teaming a girl?”

“Yeah, I kinda remember,” he recalled all the conversations from when they both first got into the league, bragging about all the pussy they were gonna get.

“Well, how about a threesome with my girlfriend,” Jack proposed, “God it makes me sick just thinking about it. But if there’s anyone I would have a threesome with it’d be you.”

“Jesus Jack, you’ve put me in a sick situation. A sick sick situation. I wanna say yes but I wanna say no.”

“Like I said, if this is what it takes for shit to go back to normal I’m all for it,” Jack sighed.

“You sure that you’re sure?”

“As sure as I can be, In this moment. I might come to regret it but you know my dumb ass just lives in the moment,” shaking his head, Jack tried to push all negative thoughts away.

Trevor contemplated, because the first time he said yes to one of Jack’s asinine ideas he got put in this situation. But still, he just couldn’t get you out of his mind. His body was feening to feel yours against his. To feel you ride him the way you rode Jack. It was driving him borderline insane. The whole situation was a catch 22 for him.

“Are you sure y/n even wants this? I mean look at the position we put her in,” classic Trevor, always worried about you where Jack had always been mindless.

“You saw the way she was about to go down on you. Seems like we’re all consenting in this situation.” He recalled the way you so easily crawled over to Trevor without a second thought, about to take him inside your mouth just as you would with him. It sparked a tinge of jealousy in him, but at the same time also turned him on seeing you from another point of view.

“I just don’t want this to make shit even more weird than it already is. I know how much you love her and you know how much I love you.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I trust both of you to even do any of this shit. We’ve been best friends since like forever, and to be honest I’ve never been in love with someone as much as I’m in love with y/n. And I’m the one who put us all in this place, being the show off I am. Can’t bitch out now.”

“Jack, if this goes south I’m literally gonna kill myself. I’m already dead inside from shame and embarrassment,” Trev spoke with his eyes squeezed shut. It was still difficult for him to look Jack in his eyes.

“Jesus Zegras, don’t be so morbid.”

So right then and there Jack and Trevor set a day for the threesome. With Trevor freaking out the whole time, and Jack trying to calm him down, you were clueless to the whole ordeal.

It was a Friday evening, Jack running errands and you taking the day off from the hectic week. You laid in the king sized bed the two of you shared, only in one of Jack’s oversized graphic tee shirts and a pair of lace panties that you so loved to adorn.

“Hey princess,” you felt Jack’s hand run up your bare leg. Your eyes fluttered open, still adjusting to your surroundings. Everything was always hazy when you first woke up.

“Hi my love,” you sleepily smiled at him. You turned so you were no longer on your side, but leaning your back against the headboard. Still blinking to adjust, you could now make out another person in the room.

“How was your little nap? You still look sleepy my little love bug,” Jack smiled at you. He loved how you looked when you first woke up, always with a look of clueless confusion, brows upturned and bottom lip stuck out just a bit.

“It was fine, hadda nice dream. Probably coulda slept through the whole night I was so comfortable,” you rubbed your eye and stretched as you finally started to actually wake up.

“Yeah? I got someone here who wants to see you though,” he told you, his thumb still rubbing that spot on your leg.

“Huh? Who?” You turned, seeing Trevor stand idly by the door, “Oh hey Trevor, long time no see. How you been?” You softly smiled up at him.

“Hey y/n,” he timidly waved. Seeing you in person sucked every ounce of courage that was inside of him. If he was nervous before, now he was a complete wreck. He tried to mask it by mustering up a half smile.

“Trevor’s been feeling some type of way,” Jack started.

“Hm? What d’ya mean?” You questioned confused.

Jack looked towards him, not being able to tell you himself, from lack of words to say it or refusal, no one knows.

“Jack, I can’t say it,” Trev shook his head. Between you and Jack, it was just too much to be put on the spot and confess how you had him feeling.

Jack stood up, “Well, I’m gonna get a drink. I’ll be right back. Give you some space.” This wasn’t just for Trevor to finally relay how he feels about you. Jack himself just couldn’t stand to be in the room while it happened. He knew what was about to go down, yet his possessive instincts kicked in. He had to at least be a little tipsy before consciously going through with another one of his crazy ideas.

“Are you like, grossed out by me or something? That I could actually go through with fucking Jack in front of you? Do you look at me differently now?”

“Yes, I look at you differently.”

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“But not in that way. Y/n, I just can’t seem to get you out of my head. Ever since I saw you fuck Jack, I just can’t. I’ve had this sick craving, I needed to feel what Jack felt. It makes me sick that I can’t feel you bounce on my cock, that I can’t just flip you over and fuck you how Jack did. I just can’t stand not being able to experience you like that,” finally all the words spilled from his brain and out for you to hear. “And I know I shouldn’t feel this way because you’re my best friends girlfriend, that’s why I’ve been avoiding Jack. Because of you. Because I can’t have you the way I want to. The way I need to.”

“Trevor, I–”

“It’s fine y/n. You don’t have to try and let me down easy. Jack wanted to bring me here to get you out of my system but this is another insane idea I just can’t go through with and put you through.” Trevor turned hastily to get out of there as quickly as possible.

You shot up as fast as you could and grabbed Trev by his arm, pulling him back into the room. “No Trevor, I was gonna say I can help you get over me. Guys always get over it once they get what they want right?” You softly chuckled.

Trevor sighed, “Y/n I don’t want you to think of it like that. I really like you, you’re perfect for Jack. I– just don’t know where this sudden infatuation came from.”

“I know Trev, it doesn’t have to be that way. Let’s just get this over with and forget it all happened mm?” You tilted your head, your hand that grabbed him now making its way up his tricep. The way Trevor talked about this situation, how he viewed you now, sparked something tantalizing inside of you.

“W-what about Jack?”

“Well we’ll just have to get his blessing, right?” You pulled Trevor out of the room, to where Jack was seated on the kitchen island, beer in hand. “Jacky baby, is it alright if I get to play with Trev tonight? That is what you brought him over for right?”

Jack took a deep gulp, he hated the words that came out of your mouth but he loved the sultry way that you spoke him, he couldn’t stop himself from breathlessly staring and nodding. Just like Trevor, he too was trapped under your siren spell. You could never do anything without Jack, so you gripped him by his wrist and yanked him up from his solitude. You’d need the space of the big California king bed for the three of you.

“I think it’s only fair that Trevor gets to undress me,” grabbing his hands, you set them at the hem of the large tee shirt you wore. There really wasn’t much for him to strip your body off. Trevor’s breath hitched, this really was the moment, he’s finally getting what he wanted. Slowly he lifted the shirt up, your arms raised. Jack sat there with anticipation, palming himself through his sweatpants. So this is what it looks like to the neighbors huh. He was loving this point of view, seeing you in another light.

Now just standing in your bra, panties, and knee high socks, Trevor’s brain had flipped a switch. It’s as if his brain went feral, urging him to grab your supple breasts. He cupped them, feeling the fullness of them in his palms, squeezing them, the flesh filling in the gaps between his fingers.

“Screw this bra, it needs to go now,” he mumbled under his breath. Trevor reached around to your backside, feeling for the hooks. Trevor fumbled with it, trying to use one hand to unhook it was proving difficult. Jack saw this, and he himself started to get impatient.

“You’re taking too long, let me do it,” he smacked his lips together, slightly shoving Trevor out of the way. Swiftly, with one hand Jack had unlatched your bra, with the straps falling off your dainty shoulders. Jack smirked at Trevor, who only looked back with his mouth agape. “Perfect titties.”

“Mhmm,” Trevor agreed with Jack, bending down and taking one in his mouth. Trevor started sucking it softly, the feather like sensation causing you to gasp. Seeing that Trevor could get that kind of reaction out of you made Jack grow a tinge jealous. Although it was all turning him on, he was feeling that bit possessive feeling over you. Jack planted himself onto your other boob, suctioning to it with pressure.

“Oh my god,” you moaned as Jack gently rolled your nipple in between his teeth. The slight pain mixed with the intense pleasure sent shocks through your body. Where Jack was going rough, Trevor went soft. With the slightest touch of his tongue he flicked it in all the right places around your areola. Starting with the bottom, swinging around the top, then making a full circle around the whole nipple. The two differing pressures started to make your vision hazy, your legs starting to buckle and give out. Sensing this, and knowing your body, Jack went behind you, now supporting your weight as your naked body pressed against him. Jack moved your hair to one side out of the way and pressed kisses from the nape of your neck upwards. One hand held your waist, the other gripping the bare flesh of your boob, rolling the nipple between his index and middle finger.

Seeing Jack supporting the upper portion of your body, Trevor kneeled down, planting a kiss to your clit as he placed himself in between your legs, putting both knees on his shoulders and hoisting you up. With your body now in the air, lifted up by the two boys, Trevor began to lap his tongue on your pussy, licking up your labia and up to the crown of your clit. You squirmed, your legs locking around his neck. The feather like kitten licks so slight and so gentle, although it wasn’t a lot of pressure it stimulated your bundle of nerves in all the right ways. With Trev’s hands on your backside he started to grip and grab at the flesh of your bottom before taking his right hand to insert two fingers inside your vulva. He curled his fingers down, caving into the floor of your silky walls.

All Jack could hear was the slurps of Trevor’s mouth and the squelching sound of your pussy, and quite frankly he was becoming a bit bratty that he didn’t get to be in any of the action. Jack pulled your body back, the two of you falling on the bed before he elevated your body to fit right between his legs, your back reclining on his chest. Jack padded his fingers along your stomach just before going to touch your lower lips. The temperature change from Trevor’s warm mouth to Jack’s cold fingers contrasting greatly. Starting off at a normal pace but quickly picking it up, Jack was determined to make you feel better than Trevor could.

“C’mon princess, I know you feel it, let it out,” he smirked. Knowing last time Trevor didn’t truly get the full Y/n experience. Trevor just quizzically looked, what the hell did Jack mean? Anyways, Trevor was focused on you, watching how your body reacted to the brash touch. Your toes curling up, your legs twitching. Trevor made his way up your legs, planting kisses from the tops of your feet all the way up to your thighs.

At this time Jack had both hands playing with your princess parts, his dominant hand gliding in and out of you as his other toyed with your clit. With all of this touch you were getting overstimulated, and fully well knew what Jack meant from that statement. You felt the buildup in your lower stomach, and it was getting to the point where you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Oh my fuck, I’m gonna– I’m gonna,” you breathlessly tried to get out before you squirted, Jack pulling his fingers out at the right time as you ejaculated juices that covered the bed sheets, and subsequently got a bit on Trevor as well.

“No fucking way, did you just-,” Trevor gaped in awe. Throughout his multitude of bodies he had never once met a girl who could squirt, only seeing it in videos.

“Mmhmm, just gotta play with her in all the right ways and she’s your own little waterfall,” Jack smugly boasted, proud of himself that at least he was the only one who could get you like that.

You turned around, now on your knees as you kissed Jack intensely, “I think baby deserves a treat for himself now huh,” you lowered yourself down his body, peppering kisses as you made your way to his dick. Swirling your tongue around the tip and head, you then took his full member in your mouth and started to bob up and down.

Your ass stuck out in the air vulnerably, Trevor smacked it, surely leaving a hand print, before diving in and eating it from the back. This took you by surprise, making you lurch forward and causing you to take more of Jack in your mouth.

“I think she needs to be stuffed from both ends, huh Jack,” Trevor grunted, now wanting—no, needing– to bury himself deep inside your walls. Too preoccupied with getting deepthroated, Jack just nodded and groaned out what sounded like a grumble of a yes.

Trevor pulled down his shorts, his dick now throbbing from how hard it had been this whole time. He rubbed the head from the fore and aft of your vagina before easily sliding it in.

“Is’so slick and wet. Just slid right in,” Trevor softly murmured, starting off with slow measured strokes. His hand laid on your ass as he watched his dick glide in and out of you. In this moment he was awestruck, he finally was able to feel what he was only able to daydream about. He relished in the moment, knowing this would be his only chance to feel your insides.

Wanting more pressure, you backed yourself up against his cock, your plump ass bouncing as you rocked forward and backwards. Every time you moved up, your throat taking more of Jack’s dick. Trevor bit his lip, he loved the way you took initiative, but in the moment he was much more hungrier for more friction. Trevor grabbed your hips, ramming his cock in you as deep as he could. You squealed, surprised at the tempo Trevor had now started to go. Your ass was now clapping loudly against his front side. He then grabbed you by your neck, pulling you up so your back was pressed against him and your head tilted in the crook of his neck.

Trevor’s hands roamed all over your body, a squeeze to your tit, soft touches on your belly, all before his hands made their way down to your punani. He played with your folds, just embracing the slick wetness you were secreting.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” your eyes were rolling back, hands gripped to Trevor’s arms. Jack glared at the two of you, he felt like Trevor was being pretty selfish by not sharing you.

“It’s my turn,” Jack snarled, roughly pulling you down, Trevor slipping right out of you. Jack spread your legs out, aligned himself with you, and jammed himself inside. All regards were out there window, he had to make you feel just as good as Trevor did, maybe even better.

A few strokes in he brought your legs together, straightening them up and having them rest on him, making you feel tighter for him. Jack rhythmically pounded you, on arm securing your legs to its position rested on his chest, his other hand holding you by your waist. Trevor stood over you, stroking himself as he watched you scream in pleasure.

“Hey pretty girl, stroke this for me why don’t you,” Trevor lowered his bottom half to you, letting you grab his member. You pulled him closer to you, rubbing his cock as you started to lick his under shaft and balls. Trevor’s head fell back, a nice deep grunt leaving his mouth. To you it was simple things, but to him he had never had a girl do these kind of things to him. “Fuuuuuuck y/n that feels amazing.”

At that point Trev needed to feel the inside of your whatever, almost to the point of climaxing. Your mouth, your pussy, hell if he could fuck your bellybutton he would.

“Bend her over the bed, I gotta feel her I’m bouta finish,” his breaths were hitched. Jack listened, knowing after this was over he’d finally get you all to himself again and this would all be behind you three. Never have to share you again as greedy as he is.

Jack stuck your taut ass out, your elbows rested on the edge of the bed as he pushed you faced down. He smacked your ass, leaving his imprint before looking at Trevor, “Go for it brother.”

Trevor positioned himself behind you, jiggling your ass a bit before inserting himself inside you once again. Jack got in front, about to face fuck you into oblivion. With his hands planted to your hips, Trevor began to snap himself into you, a nice pace so he can ride this dream out as long as he physically could. You looked back at him, mouth agape moaning as you started to fuck him back, grinding yourself against him.

Jack didn’t appreciate himself being left out, and grabbed your face just a biiiit too forcefully, opening your jaw and jamming himself inside your moist mouth. He held your hair back, one hand under your chin as he shoved as much of himself between your lips as you can take. You started to gag, and with this your walls tightening as well. With your walls tightening with every time you choked, Trevor got closer and closer to his orgasm.

“Oh shit– I’m gonna fucken,” Trevor couldn’t even finish his statement before he swiftly pulled himself out of you and finished right on your ass. “Fuck.” Trevor looked at the mess he made on your backside, he spent all that time backed up that it coated most of your ass, dripping down the sides. Jack himself was close as well, having restrained himself not wanting to finish before Trevor, and only took a few more strokes inside your mouth before he warned you.

“Get ready baby I’m gonna cum,” he brushed your hair a bit, relief in his voice. Soon you felt his warm seed coat the inside of your mouth, with you sucking his tip to drain him. Jack pulled himself out of you, your mouth closing with a ‘pop’ as you licked your lips. You swallowed, cause Jack did not train a spitter, and opened your mouth to show Jack you swallowed every drop. “That’s my good girl.” He smiled with approval.

Trevor got himself dressed as Jack got a baby wipe to clean you up. “Well, that settles it. Y/n thank you for the great fuck, Hughes, I’m never being nosy again, see you at the lake house this weekend?” Trevor laughed, dapping Jack up.

“Of course bro, I knew this would fix you being weird. Back to normal, and I know no more crazy ass ideas from me either,” Jack brought him in for a hug.

“Yeah, for real. Imma get goin tho, practice tomorrow and let you two love birds sit in that after sex bliss, see y’all,” he pointed to you both, before exiting out of the room.

“Bye Trev!” You shouted tiredly, worn out. He waved back at you one last time before he was finally out of Jack and yours sight.

Trevor closed your front door, making sure to lock it behind him. He rested his back on the door, letting out a big sigh. That had sealed it, and had turned out just how he expected it to. Fucking you had only made his crush worse, and now he had to hide it for the rest of his life.

“What the hell am I going to do now?”

[angelwithdemonictendencies]

don’t mind the snakes, they’re harmless unless provoked; i’ll try to believe you when you tell me you’re fine.

qh43 x reader: girl who wants, boy who wants to be wanted.

(warnings: filth (nothing as bad as the last one, wink), unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), general feelings of anxiety and insecurity (ew, gross!  this is where i draw the line. lol, right.), mention of injury, mirror bullshit (today we tackle the feminine relationship with her reflection!), general debauchery.  please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

a/n: please be kind.  i didn’t check for typos.  this one is for my quinn girls and guys and such, how patient you have been.  this also happens to be the most, hm, vulnerable? emotional? story yet.  sorry to the porn lovers (i love you. i am you.) but this is actually fairly tame compared to my other shit.  i mean, as tame as you can get when he forces you to look at yourself getting railed in the mirror.  i think i invalidated my point.  whatever.  takeaways, takeaways.  right - female desire is not a beast to be tamed, as much as we are told that.  it is not a monstrous entity, it does not transform you into something vile.  your desire makes you beautiful.  your snakes make you fucking sick.  sorry about all the classical imagery, i can’t help it, it makes me seem smarter.  sorry i made this fictional qh43 a little sad, but i can do that, because he is fictional.  anyways, gif is not mine.  lovely people in my messages asking for auston - he’s up next, i promise, very soon.  unfortunately, school has to come first.  see you very soon.  go canucks.  love your snakes, today and always.

it had been a tough game.  you knew that.  he had played well, great, even, but the other team had been better.  it was as simple as that.  you knew quinn couldn’t win a game all on his own, but you also knew him - and how sometimes he had a hard time recognizing that.

regardless, it had been tough to watch.  how he would slam the puck into the boards after the other team scored, the slight droop of his head as the clock refused to expire, the missed calls (most notably the high stick that resulted in some stitches during intermission).  a tough game.  your heart hurt thinking about how disappointed he must be.

anxiety bubbled in your stomach as you thought about what you could do to convince him that there was nothing he could do.  unease seemed to seep through the floor, drip down the wallpaper as you waited for him to come home to you.

the tick of the clock took on a quiet hissing tone, might as well have been a bomb.  it didn’t matter how many times it happened, how routine it all had become, it was just the kind of person you were.  you felt things deeply, terribly, in every fiber of your being.

but, maybe to your surprise, when the door opened, the house did not explode.  spontaneous fire did not consume everything you had built.  every picture frame remained, exactly as you had left it.  

you wrapped him in your arms before he even had a chance to drop his things on the floor.  you felt one of his arms come to wrap around your waist as he shrugged his bag off of his shoulder.  

“hey, doll,” he murmured into your hair, hooking his other arm around the back of your neck, his hand bracing your neck.  you stood, together, for a moment, just breathing each other in.  “you’re nervous,” he said into your neck, no judgement in his voice.  just observation.  just knowing.

you pulled away just slightly, avoided meeting his gaze head on.  “’m not,” you tried, to which he slid one hand to your chin and forced your eyes to meet his, dismissing your lie with the slightest tilt of his head, thumb slowly drawing circles on your jaw.

“why?” he asked simply.  as well as you knew him, sometimes you forgot just how well he knew you, too.  that you weren’t in this alone.  that maybe you didn’t have to trick someone into being with you, that maybe they just wanted to.  you were still working on that.  you took a breath, shifted your weight on your feet.

“just know you’re hard on yourself,” you admitted to him.  “tell me what you’re thinking.”

he hummed, it rumbled from his chest into yours.  you gasped as he pulled you flush against him.  “can’t think,” he whispered, voice gravelly, “too distracted by how beautiful you look with my number on your back.”

you had forgotten that you were wearing one of his old jerseys.  you felt his fingers running over the stitching through the fabric, leaving a breath of a touch on your back underneath.  he leaned forward.  “you wear this for me, doll?”

your breath was shaky as worry melted away into something else, something much more dangerous, something much more vulnerable.  you bit your lip, rested both of your hands on the soft plane of his chest, nodded.

“yeah?” his gaze sunk to your mouth before meeting your eyes again.  “so good, doll, ‘m so lucky.”  something flared up inside of you, some kind of warning that you tried to push aside.

“please, can i have a kiss?” you practically whispered, pressed your palms harder into his chest.  his lips quirked in a slight smile for what felt like the first time that night before he guided your lips to his, still grasping your jaw in his hand.

your chest fluttered in a beautiful sigh, pushing you deeper into the kiss like an encouraging breeze.  you felt a prickling sensation fizz around your arms as the wanting welled up inside of you.  that’s what it was.  the wanting.

his broad hand tangled itself in your hair.  you brought your hand up to the side of his face, noticed immediately how he winced, only barely, but enough that you pulled away, willed the wanting to secede, searched his expression as you both observed the other, not touching.

you fixed your gaze on the new stitches on his chin.  under your deep observation, he shoved his hands in his pockets.  was that embarrassment?  

“tell me,” you said softly.  

he sighed, silent for a couple beats.  “just tired,” he exhaled.  “tired of trying so hard just to have everyone take, and take, and take.”

you slotted your own hands in his pockets, too, held onto his fingers, leaned forward into him again.  “i don’t want to take from you,” you told him.  “i never want to hurt you.”  but you wanted him, so deeply and so horridly.  

he actually laughed, gave you a smile with teeth.  “you, doll?  you couldn’t.”

you squeezed his hands.  “promise me.  promise me you’d tell me if you were hurting.”  

he squeezed you back, visibly lighter, face no longer shadowed with concern.  “i promise.”  he leaned down to your ear.  “how could i be hurting with you, here, like this for me?”

you shivered, felt the familiar fear of the want.  “like what?”

“mine, doll.  all mine.”  his grip moved to your wrist.  “gonna show me what no one can take from me?”

at your whimper, he whisked you into the bedroom, settled you both on the bed in an air of feverish possession.  he pulled you in for another kiss, this time with a wince that he moaned at.  you rolled your hips slowly on his lap, felt the slight scratch of his stitches on your chin.  you imagined your beast swallowing his pain whole, gulping it down and down until he couldn’t remember it was ever there.  

“can feel how wet you are, doll,” he said, pulling away just slightly.  “tell me what you want.”

everything you wanted hissed through your mind.  you scrunched your eyes shut.  surely he could see all your scales now.  surely, maybe, it would be fine.  “just want to be good for you, quinn,” you confessed to him and some unnamed deity, “just want to feel you inside me.”

he held the side of your face in his hand, tapped one of your eyelids with his thumb.  “open.”

you did as told.  “don’t hide from me,” he said, little more than a plea.  “i’ll never get enough of you wanting me.”  you melted as he flipped you around, your cheek pressed into the bed, hips raised up to him.  you felt his fingers trace the outline of the number on your back, again, something like a prayer.  “never get tired of giving you what you want.”  you bit your lip, muffled your moan.

he ran two fingers through your folds, groaned. “too good to me,” he murmured.  you heard the rustling of clothes pulled down, aside, the sound of him spitting into his hand before he pumped himself twice, three times.  you shifted your hips back, urged him to finally indulge you.

“please, quinn.”

he placed a warm hand on your hip and squeezed.  “such good manners, doll,” he praised.  then, at last, he pushed himself into you entirely.  your back arched, hips tilted up at the fullness you felt.  you gathered fistfuls of the sheets in your fists as tension pooled in your lower stomach.

your mouth fell open.  “so deep,” you choked out.  “feels so good-”

he slowly began to move in and out of you, grip tightening on the soft flesh of your hip, groaned deeply.  “this what you wanted, doll?”  he bit out.  “feel so perfect for me.”  his struggle of an inhale and exhale was something of your dreams.  “look so beautiful like this.”  you pushed your hips back against him, meeting him halfway each time.  he picked up the pace, moved the hand on your hip down to your clit, rubbed you perfectly.  

time evaporated, but at some point, he grunted.  “oh, doll, look,” he rasped.  “look at how good you’re being for me.”  he tangled his free hand in the hair at the base of your head, pulled you back towards him, forced your gaze up.

you must have left your closet door open, because you found yourself looking into your mirror.  you immediately screwed your eyes shut, as if eye contact would turn you both to stone.

he thrusted harder, rubbed you faster, relished in the way you cried out.  “open your eyes, doll, look at me,” he willed, roughly, “look at who’s fucking you so good, yeah?”  he pulled your hair just a bit harder.  you moaned.  maybe the force would strangle the snakes.  “look,” he ordered.

you did, couldn’t help it, finally opened your eyes and met your own gaze in the mirror, found your head devoid of snakes and your face completely human, maybe even divine - the flush in your cheeks, the swell of your lips.  the want was no beast.  

even more, you saw him, wanting.  the heat in his eyes, the clench of his jaw, the glisten of effort sparkling on his cheekbones, the flex of his stomach and chest as you squeezed him tighter.  you couldn’t peel your eyes away.

“oh, doll likes that, hm?” he groaned, “squeeze me so perfect.”  you moaned in affirmation.  “like to watch me, yeah?”

you nodded, hummed, so, so close.  “gonna cum,” you warned, “so close.”

“yeah?” he breathed.  “just tell me, doll.  tell me what i already know, then i’ll let you cum.”

you whimpered as he rubbed your clit with the heel of his rough palm, clutched at your hair, hips sputtering.  you wished you could somehow freeze this image into the mirror forever, to see over and over again.  “’m yours, quinn,” you whined, “only yours, always.  no one else.”

“know you are, doll,” he groaned.  “cum with me.”  and with an especially hard thrust, you both reached a high, your chest falling forward onto the bed, clenching around him, him flooding into you with a grunt.

there were no scales, no snakes, the want simply wrapping around you both pleasantly.  coexisting with the want.  your chests heaved, he pulled you into him, arms firm around you.  you rested your head in the pocket between his neck and shoulder.  you both rested in a mirroring pocket of blissful silence for many beautiful moments.

“i’ll never be disappointed when i come home,” he eventually muttered into your hair, “as long as i’m coming home to you, doll.  to you wanting me.”

you kissed his collarbone.  and of course that was enough.  of course to want him forever was enough.

fin.

[dirtykpopsnaps]

Here’s the request for Trevor!

[bunting27]

drug ✏︎ t. zegras

a/n: i desperately need to work on my smuttier pieces, so here’s this brought to you at 1am by me preparing to start graveyards and needing a distraction. 

summary: jamie’s younger sister comes to live with him as a last resort when their parents decide they’ve given up on making her become him. who knows if trevor made her better or worse

warnings: language, pot (underage smoking but only if you’re from the states), smut!! (18+), p in v sex, intimacy while stoned (just don’t), unprotected sex (also don’t), brother’s teammate, roommate, best friend etc etc trope (again)

wc: 2.9k

✏︎

she had been shoving around piles of dirty clothes, trying to find what she knew was hidden somewhere in the room. she was not snooping, though when trevor had entered his room to see his teammates sister elbows deep in his closet throwing stuff around, that’s the first thing he assumed

“um. y/n/n? i don’t know what you’re trying to find, but unless it’s a game day outfit, you’re probably not gonna find it in there” she jumped where she was sat, slowly but surely turning around to face the boy who’s bedroom she had efficiently turned into a hurricane aftermath.

she didn’t think he’d be back so soon after gamenight, so she thought she had at least twenty minutes to grab what she was looking for and promptly put everything back to where she had carelessly torn it from.

she was wrong, obviously, because he was standing right there and she hadn’t even found it yet.

it being the one thing she had been sent to live with her brother because of, and it being the one thing she couldn’t get off her mind last night when she could smell it from her open window, only to look down and see that it had been coming from trevor.

a joint.

“hey, trev-” she cleared her throat, scurrying to her feet and pursing her lips while keeping intense eye contact with trevor, who hadn’t looked angry or upset with her, just wildly confused.

“it’s not.. what it looks like?” he smiled at her, slowly moving closer and tossing his handful of things onto his bed

“i’m not even sure you convinced yourself with that one, sweetheart” he raised an eyebrow, it being his silent way of asking what the hell she was doing in his room, and she chuckled awkwardly in response.

“last night, before you came back in from your jog, there was this smell-” his smile dropped, he tilted his head, and suddenly he was shutting and locking his door and signaling for her to stop.

“woah, woah, no- you shut- jesus christ. is jamie asking you to do this? i told him i haven’t been smoking, he needs to hop off my di-” she slapped her hand against his mouth, an exasperated look on her face because he had been yelling and jamie had been sleeping in the next room over.

“what is wrong with you? shut up, you’re gonna get us both an overbearing motherly ass lecture, and my ass is gonna end up back in the fucking gta” trevor’s eyes were wide and shocked, his hands up in the air from her sudden movement and harsh tone.

she’d hardly spoken to him at all in her first days here, and now she was pressed up close to him and she was telling him to shut up in his room, in his house. the worst part was that he was absolutely going to listen.

when she finally pulled her hand away from his mouth, he toned it down. 

“then what- oh.” she rolled her eyes at the tone he was using and couldn’t even look him in his stupid, smug face. 

“oh, sweetheart. if you wanted some, you could’ve just come down and asked” that made her look at him, a look of hope spread across her face, under the impression she’d finally get her fix for the first time since she’d come to anaheim.

“so you’ll let me take a couple? fuck, thank you, trev-” her hopeful spew of gratitude was cut short when he shook his head slightly and smirked down at her, and it was replaced with a look of sad confusion. 

“we can share. i’m not letting you wander off in an unfamiliar place with my joints” she tilted her head back and groaned. in all honesty, she was acting like a child, but she did not think trevor would be very fun to deal with high, and she just wanted to go off on her own.

“c’mon, trevor, i’m nineteen, i’m responsible, i’m not gonna do anything stupid” he shook his head, grabbing the baggie he kept tucked under the mattress and pressing his hand to her lower back. 

“yeah? then why can’t you get your own weed?” his tone was condescending and straight up mean, causing her to suck her teeth, grumbling out insults under her breath but letting him guide her to his spot out in their yard nonetheless. 

he took out one of the joints, taking it between his lips and lighting it, but then slid the lighter back into the baggie and tucked it into his pocket. she stared at him, confused, until he took a long drag and then went to hand her the joint.

“you’re joking,” he raised an eyebrow, exhaling and pulling his hand back towards himself

“fine, then” he waited a minute until going to take another drag, but she stopped his wrist, rolling her eyes and going to take it from his hand.

he pulled it back again, looking over at her,

“don’t want you runnin’ off on me, sweetheart” she stared at him for a moment, tongue poking the inside of her cheek as a last ditch attempt not to sucker punch her new roomate.

she told herself she’d rather deal with his antics high, so she should just go with it.

he brought his hand up to her lips, watching with hooded eyelids as she took a drag and savoured it, only exhaling when she needed to. he took his and then gave it another while before letting her take another.

“hale fucking lujah” she exhaled

-

that one night of y/n and trevor sneaking off to smoke turned into every night very quickly. she’d only become comfortable enough to converse with him on the third night, and tonight had marked two weeks of the two of them becoming their own little duo.

“just let me hold it, trevor, oh my god” she was giggling, and he was playing keepaway with the joint he had lit between his fingers. he hadn’t let her take it just yet, still having her smoke from his hand. he was somewhat worried she’d take it and run. at first, it was because if he lost her jamie would’ve killed him, but now he just didn’t want her to leave his side.

“like it when i get to give it to you” she rolled her eyes and parted her lips, signaling that she’d given up on taking it from him and just wanted her next hit. he smiled and lowered his hand, letting her take a drag and then taking one of his own.

“bad enough you make us share one at a time. s’ like we’re making out” his face scrunched and he shook his head, making her laugh again.

“what? you don't wanna kiss me, pretty boy?” he smiled after he exhaled, trying to contain it cause god did he ever want to kiss her, but he liked what they had going, too. if it was that or nothing, he wouldn't ruin it.

she figured he was dodging the comment, so she spoke up again “wanna try something cool?” he furrowed his eyebrows, but nodded, bringing the joint up to her lips for her to take a drag from. 

before she did, though, she nestled herself into his lap and he inhaled sharply, just trying to gauge what the hell was happening and make sure the joint was ready whenever she was.

she took a drag, giving herself a moment and then grabbing trevor’s jaw, swiping her thumb on his lip so he'd open up, and he did. she brought herself so close their noses touched and then exhaled, and he breathed in the smoke, inhaling and eventually letting it blow back out to the side of them. 

it was dead quiet for a few moments after that, and they had just been looking at each other, his hands now comfortably on her thighs and her face in such close proximity to his he could feel her breath fanning his nose.

he took it upon himself to slot his nose next to hers and kiss her, just once. it was gentle and long and sweet, words she had never imagined she’d be able to use to describe trevor. they let the night continue on with her in his lap, facing the other direction, now.

“you’re not like i thought you’d be” he whispered, kissing the top of her head while she exhaled smoke and created rings in the dark

“i’m not jamie?” he thought on it, and she was right. he’d been expecting her to be similar to her brother, especially when she first moved in and wanted nothing to do with him. he’d chalked it up to her being introverted and awkward.

he nodded rather than replying, knowing she’d feel it against her shoulder.

“the reason i’m here is cause they want me to be jamie. my parents, i mean” trevor furrowed his eyebrows, staying silent and opting to just let her continue.

“you think i found weed in the wild one day? i’ve got no fucking friends, any girl my age just wanted to fuck jamie drysdale. he used to smoke too, let me try some one day.” she looked up at him and he placed the joint in front of her lips, understanding. 

“but mom and dad never found out about that. not like they would’ve cared anyways. not much you can do to discipline your child when they’re gonna be able to buy you a new home in the near future” she frowned at herself and then continued, whispering 

“my brother is a professional athlete, in the big leagues, and the only good part of my life right now only happened cause i was trying to poach weed from someone i’d hardly ever spoken to. i understand why they want me to be more like him, but i want to be my own person, you know?” he kissed along her hairline, pressing the joint into the ashtray and tucking it back into the broken panel of the deck.

“i don’t want you to be like jamie,” she ran her hand through his curls, pushing her nose into his jaw and murmuring a small ‘thank you’

she knocked his head to the side with her own, placing another kiss on his lips and smiling into it when he kissed back, his arms now tight around her waist.

he knotted his hand into her hair, pulling her head away from his own, looking into her eyes, red from smoking, and smiled at her. she smiled back, turning the rest of her body to face him and leaning back in

“s’ getting a little cold out, maybe-” he didn’t even need to finish his sentence before she was nodding, moving herself off his lap and towards the patio door with her hand around his wrist, pulling him with her.

they quietly made their way to his room, trying their best not to wake jamie or alert him of the fact that she’d even left the house to begin with.

once they got upstairs and into bed, she nestled herself back onto his lap and kissed him again, basking in the close proximity and the warmth radiating off him. he kept them like that with his hands on her hips, almost feeling like he could wake up at any second and his dream would be cut short.

he gave her a few more haste kisses before pulling away, pressing his forehead to hers but dodging her lips when she tried to connect them again. his hands slid under her shirt, eyes boring into her own while she nodded slowly, lifting her arms but wasting no time in reconnecting their lips once her shirt was off.

“so pretty, all mine” her heart was pounding in her chest at his comment, hands shaky as they messed with the hair at the nape of his neck and then made their way under his shirt, moving it up his stomach and pulling it off when he pulled away from her lips. 

her one hand stayed there, palm resting flat against his lower stomach and the other hand came back up into his hair, their kisses becoming more and more needy as time went on. 

he moved to anchor his fingers into the band of her sweatpants, but she shook her head.

“more kisses. please,” he smiled, kissing her again and revelling in the way she grinned against him and traced along his stomach, happy to just have him like this. 

they kept it to just kisses until y/n could no longer ignore the bulge pressing into the side of her thigh, taking the initiative now to grab his hands from their spot on her waist and hook them into her pants

they worked together to undress one another the rest of the way, her panties being the only thing between the two of them now.

the both of them were antsy and hot from the anticipation, trevor opting to let her decide when she was ready for him. in the meantime, he placed delicate kisses on her neck and collar bone, smoothing his hands along her bare thighs while she basked in the attention

his heart almost skipped a beat when she hovered slightly and calmly took him into her hands, the precum leaking from his tip a blatant tell of how much he wanted her.

they locked eyes while she pulled her panties to the side and slid herself down on him, hiding away in his shoulder once she had come all the way down to mask the whimper that slipped from her lips.

“d’you want me to help, angel?” he whispered, his tone sincere and his hands readying themselves at her hips in case she decided she wanted his guidance.

she settled for a small nod into his neck, choking out a moan when she felt him lift her hips up off him and slowly let her back down, leaving sweet kisses on her shoulder as he did so. his breath hitched when she squeezed him, a tell that she was definitely enjoying his slow pace.

the second time he lifted her, he met her in the middle, still slow but hard and passionate. he looked to the side to see her eyes shut peacefully and her mouth shoved into his shoulder so as to not wake jamie with her noises. 

he continued what he was doing, lifting her up and then pressing his hips up into her as he gently guided her back down, eventually opting to lift her less and use his own hips more, something that opened up a chance for his other hand to drop from her hips and move to trace circles on her clit.

as soon as she felt the contact, she whimpered into his shoulder, opening her eyes and tilting his head to the side so he could kiss her again.

the more they went on, the more she was convinced she’d never be tired of feeling him close to her like this, the more she was worried what jamie would think, if he’d even let her stay in his home any longer if he found out.

his kisses were like a new drug to her, one so new she couldn’t guess what her parents or brother would think. if they’d tell her she was addicted and she needed to quit, or if they’d welcome it - see how her mood changed with him around and not see the list of potential cons.

her lungs would be safe, her heart not so much.

but all of those thoughts were wiped from her brain, anyways, when one of his thrusts had him nudging the perfect spot inside of her, and suddenly she was seeing stars and gushing around him. 

the flutter of her core around him and the muffled cry into his shoulder had trevor coming, too, sliding her off him and keeping up his patterns on her clit while his cum landed on her stomach and his breath got caught in his throat.

he hugged her close to him for a few moments as she came down from her high, eventually lifting her off his lap and making his way over to his ensuite.

he came back with a pile of clothes, a clean stomach and a warm rag to clean her up, her eyes following him with a look of uncertainty as he did so and got her into a pair of his boxers, panties now discarded, and one of his tshirts.

that look faded as he got into bed with her, laying down and gently pulling her so she was cuddled close to his side with her head tucked into his chest.

“what if jamie is up before us?” she whispered, still slightly overwhelmed and very tired.

“what if he already told me i could have you?” she furrowed her eyebrows, looking up at him with a look of confusion.

“don’t worry, he just thinks i've got a crush. doesn’t know you come on my jogs with me” she giggled, shoving her hands in his hair and leaning in to his kiss on her temple.

“he wants you to be happy, y/n/n. he thinks i’d be good for you. i don’t really know why. but he trusts me” she smiled to herself, knowing jamie wasn’t that overbearing and motherly when it came to guys, only things he’s fucked up on before and he didn’t want her to have to experience.

“i trust you, too, trev. to make me happy”

[babydollmarauders]

SOULMATE — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “I think you might be my soulmate.” with Trevor

i can feel Trevor’s eyes on me as i flip the page in my book. currently sat on the couch with my feet in Trevor’s lap, instead of my usual contacts, i had my glasses perched upon the bridge of my nose for once.

“why are you watching me?” i giggle as i pull the book down to my lap, finally able to see the perpetrator. a wide grin spreads across his face as we lock eyes and i raise in eyebrow at him in confusion.

“you’re reading a book called ‘The Secret Puck’. is that supposed to be an innuendo or am i going insane?” he asks.

“it’s supposed to be an innuendo. it’s not just your dirty mind this time.” i tell him, nudging at his thigh with my toes. he barks out a laugh and grabs ahold of my foot, keeping me from repeating the action. the tickle of his fingers against the bottom of my foot causes me to giggle again and his gaze softens as he watches me.

“you’re so beautiful.” his words are soft and full of love, making me flush red. i open my mouth to disagree with him but he cuts me off. “don’t even think about arguing with me. you’re stunning, y/n/n. and you’re not even just beautiful on the outside, i mean, you’re gorgeous, but you also have such a kind heart. i still don’t quite know how i landed you, but, i think you might be my soulmate.”

i’m left speechless at his words, truly wondering how i ended up with someone and sweet as him.

“Trevor, you are the most thoughtful guy i’ve ever met.” i bookmark my page before tossing my book on the coffee table and maneuvering so i straddle his lap. “i love you so much.”

“i love you more, sweet girl.” he tilts his head up, capturing my lips with his in a quick but loving kiss.

“i think you’re my soulmate too.”

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[puck-luck]

okay since you wanted requests to switch it up a bit.. could you write trevor zegras x fem!reader smut where his gf is less experienced than him and wants to give him head but she’s never done it before so he guides her through it 🫣

other requests: “could you write a smut with some fluff in it too, with trevor zegras walking his gf through giving him head because it’s her first time and she’s nervous/doesn’t know what to do”, “obsessed with the idea of trevor zegras talking his gf through how to give him head when it’s her first time and she’s nervous about not knowing what to do.. like literally giving her instructions throughout, with lots of praise and reassurance, but also dirty talk bc let’s be real, it’s trevor.” warnings: oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, inexperienced reader x experienced partner, praise, coming on face, masturbation joke warnings: tw: los angeles angels (i prefer the dodgers), in a world where tz never broke his ankle during the 2023-2024 season… pairing: trevor zegras x inexperienced!fem!reader summary: see requests above. wc: 3089

Trevor Zegras was the most giving, patient man you had ever known. Maybe his patience came from having younger siblings, but it was more likely that it came from years and years of working with teammates in a cutthroat sport. You had grown up watching hockey, gaining intimate knowledge of the sport when you had started dating Trevor. Trevor, in exchange, found himself more than knowledgeable about baseball, the sport of your choice, than he ever needed to be.

You two had met when you came to Anaheim, having graduated a year early from college with a degree in Sports Marketing. You had landed a job with the Los Angeles Angels, which had relocated you to the area, and you couldn’t imagine your life going any other way. There were times when you missed your family and missed home, but once you had gotten settled into your job and you had met Trevor, Anaheim started to feel like the home you’d been destined to find.

Anaheim was also an escape from your hometown– a place where, despite your best efforts, you did not feel welcome. You had told Trevor early in your relationship about your lack of experience sexually and tried to explain it away with a long-winded story about being a “weird kid,” but Trevor had brushed it off and told you he didn’t mind your inexperience. He was happy, he said, to teach you everything he could. All you had to do was say the word.

So, you’d worked up to it. You’d slept in the same bed, touched him, and he had touched you. Hockey season had helped the pace of your relationship, with Trevor traveling almost every other week. He was gone for two weeks straight in January, traveling from coast to coast, and it was then that you had shyly admitted to him through the tinny speaker of your phone how badly you wanted to suck him off.

He had fumbled with the phone, groaning at the idea alone of your mouth around his length, and it had resulted in a long FaceTime call in which you watched him fuck into his hand, telling you how much better it would feel if it was your mouth.

It was the Monday night after they had come back. Trevor had had a game on Sunday at Honda Center against the Rangers and spent the night at his place because it was closer to the rink. As much as he was itching to see you, and your heart was beating out of your chest at the idea of seeing him and going through with blowing him, you were scared. Trevor knew that you were nervous, the anticipation was getting to you, just from the way you were texting. The messages were shorter. You weren’t initiating conversation as much. The times between your responses were longer.

It didn’t matter, though. He was coming over tonight.He was going to cook you dinner. He was going to set the mood. He was going to make you comfortable if it was the last thing that he did, and if it meant that you wouldn’t get your mouth on him at all, he was okay with that.

Trevor arrived at your apartment about an hour after you got off work. Spring training was starting in just a month, so things were starting to pick up for you. You were stressed, plenty of tasks on your plate and most of them half-finished. A relaxing dinner with your boyfriend was going to provide a needed distraction.

Trevor had let himself into the apartment and was already pan-searing some cubed potatoes when you got out of the shower. He was in complete boyfriend mode, having stolen your apron and thrown it over his bare chest. You could see his tattoos from where you were standing, the ones littering his arms and the delicate one on his ribs, and you smiled. 

He seemed like a tough guy, your boyfriend. He had the tattoos, the athletic ability, the sculpted form and ridged muscles of an athlete. Anyone who saw him in the supermarket might think he’s an asshole, but the second they get a good look at him, they’ll realize that he’s just a softie. He tied a delicate bow around the curve of his waist in your baby blue and frilly apron. 

“I can feel you looking at me,” Trevor said. You watched his bicep ripple as he moved the potatoes around the pan with a spatula. He threw a glance over his shoulder. “Oh, good, you’re actually there. Could you imagine me saying that to the air?”

“I can, actually,” You replied with a laugh. You walked over and hugged Trevor from behind, arms wrapped solidly around his figure as you squished your cheek against his back. “I bet you did.”

Trevor sputtered out a denial, shaking his head. He relented just seconds later, unable to keep up the bit. “You’re right. I thought you were there like two minutes before you actually were.”

You giggled and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

Trevor placed the spatula down on the counter, then turned the burner off and moved the pan to a different spot on the cooktop. He turned in your arms, inching over just a bit so that you were trapping him against the counter, not the oven. He gasped, reaching up and cradling your face in the palms of his hands.

“What?” You asked.

“You’ve gotten even prettier in the two weeks that I haven’t seen you,” He marveled, tilting your head from side to side as you rolled your eyes.

You pushed away from him, walking out of the kitchen. 

Trevor trailed behind you like a puppy.

“You’re a loser,” You said.

“I love my pretty girlfriend,” Trevor replied. 

As you passed the couch in your living room, Trevor tackled you over the arm of the object and you fell onto the cushions. You shrieked at the contact, at the fall, and squirmed in Trevor’s grip as he kissed over your neck and face. His fingers were digging into your sides, causing you to giggle and snort between breaths. Trevor was relentless, until he decided to plant a kiss on your lips.

He captured your lips with intent, slowly slotting your bottom lip between his. Trevor always kissed you with purpose, slow, like he was trying to memorize you. He slid his mouth into your tongue like he was trying to lap up your sweetness, keep it on his tongue until he could place your taste and replicate it in a dish or a drink, something he’d be willing to consume every day for the rest of his life. You liked most when he nibbled on your bottom lip before pulling away, something that was so trademark Trevor that it made you breathless. He would always pull back just to look at you, to push your hair out of your face, before diving back in.

He kissed you so gently, so sweetly, that when you felt his bulge press against you, you were almost caught off guard.

“Been thinking about you,” Trevor purred against your lips. “About what you said the other day.”

You froze and Trevor pulled away, hovering over you. He searched your face carefully.

“We don’t have to,” He reassured you. “You know we don’t have to. I’d never make you.”

“I want to,” You replied, voice small. “I’m just… scared.”

“Scared of what?” Trevor asked. 

“What if I gag and I throw up all over you?” You cringed at the mere thought. “I’ll die if that happens.”

Trevor stifled a laugh. “I’ll shower and I’ll wait two weeks before letting you near my dick with your mouth again,” He answered, an easy smile turning up the corners of his mouth.

You pouted at him. “You’re not taking this seriously.”

“I am!” He protested. “Baby, you’re not going to throw up on my dick.”

“What if I do?”

“I just told you what we’d do if you threw up on my dick!”

“Okay, well, you’re not being very supportive of my fears.”

Trevor sighed and placed his hands on your shoulders. He stared deeply into your eyes. “I understand you are afraid of vomiting on my penis. I assure you, that will not happen.”

“How can you be so sure?” You whined.

“It’s never happened before,” Trevor said. He leaned down to kiss the spot under your ear. “Plus, baby, I’m going to go so slow that you’ll be begging for more by the end of it.”

A shiver ran down your spine at that, the way he whispered the words in your ear so his hot breath danced over your skin igniting a flame between your legs. 

“Why don’t,” Trevor began, his hand making his way to your clothed mound, “I show you just how good getting head would make me feel?”

His deft fingers rubbed in circles over your clit, the pressure just intense enough to make you moan.

“Would you like that? I’ll get my tongue on you, make you come once, maybe twice…” Trevor kissed you, his lips sliding over yours, his tongue teasing its way into your mouth then out of it. “And then we can revisit the idea of getting your mouth on me?”

“Yeah,” You agreed lamely, the heat between your legs growing more slick with each circle of his fingers and each wet kiss. 

Trevor stood from where he was lain on top of you. He untied your apron, which you had almost forgotten he was wearing, and tossed it to the side. He grabbed under your knees and dragged you down towards the arm of the couch, throwing one leg over the arm and setting your other foot on the floor. He kept a hand on that knee, rubbing smooth lines up and down your skin with his thumb. With his other hand, he traced the line of your folds through the fabric of your sweat-shorts.

 They were a loose pair, gray and almost threadbare after years of washes and use. The fabric of the shorts was the thinnest barrier Trevor could have faced. You could have put on panties when you got out of the shower, but had opted just for these shorts instead. They were more comfortable. Now, they were just something stopping him from getting his mouth on you.

Except, it didn’t stop him. 

Trevor mouthed over your clit, giving it an open-mouthed kiss. You whimpered at the shock that it sent up your body, causing your fingertips to twitch at your side. He ran his tongue over the length of your pussy and chuckled to himself when your hips jumped beneath him. 

“Relax, honey,” Trevor said, his words muffled because he was still pressed against you. “Relax and enjoy.”

His fingers came up and moved your shorts out of the way, revealing you to him. Chastely, he kissed your folds, then pointedly blew cold air over your entrance. 

“Trev,” You let out, reaching a hand towards his, still rubbing on your knee. He intertwined his fingers with yours, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

Trevor licked his way up to your clit again, capturing it between his lips and sucking. He rolled the bud on his tongue, causing your hips to lift again. “Be good,” He told you, voice low. His eyes were closed as he continued to lick over you, practically french kissing your lower lips the same way he would the ones on your face.

It was a gradual build, the coil in your stomach tightening. You squeezed Trevor’s hand and ground down on his tongue. He flattened his tongue against your clit, letting you hump it, before he tensed it at your entrance and prodded his way into you. He flicked the muscle fast, and the sensation was all too much for you. 

You came undone with a loud cry, your thighs closing around Trevor’s head involuntarily. 

He continued to lap at your release, cleaning you up and only stopping when you relaxed beneath him and pushed him away.

“How was that?” Trevor asked, his face level with yours. 

You reached out and looped your arms around his neck, dragging him forward until your lips crashed against his. This kiss, at your direction, was much more passionate. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned into his mouth. You turned, pushing at Trevor until he was the one seated on the couch. You found yourself on his lap, grinding down on his bulge.

“So you liked it?” Trevor asked.

You let out a laugh and sucked a hickey under his jaw. “Teach me how to make you feel good like that.”

Trevor shuddered when you scraped your teeth over his pulse point. “On your knees,” He told you. He guided you, with a hand on your shoulder, between his legs.

The sight of you there, feet tucked prettily under you, hands clasped in front of you, has Trevor’s dick twitching in his pants.

“Take my dick out, baby,” Trevor said, his voice soft but firm.

He lifted his hips as you pulled at his shorts. They pooled around his ankles, leaving him in just his briefs.

“Give me your hand.”

You reached up and he took your wrist, guiding your hand toward his bulge. He let your hand rest just to the side of him.

“Touch me. Over my pants.”

You traced the line of his dick over his pants, biting your lip when it jumped under your finger. You palmed him, fitting your hand over the curve of him and beginning to rub him up and down.

Trevor’s head tilted back and he let out a groan. “Faster.”

You sped up, just as he had asked you to, bringing your other hand up to cradle his balls.

“Fuck,” Trevor moaned, inadvertently tipping his hips up into your hand. “Take it out.”

You rushed to do so, scraping your nails against his sides when you pulled at his waistband. Trevor hissed at that, but didn’t say anything. When his dick was revealed to you, standing proud and dripping from the tip, you took it in your hand and leaned down to hesitantly lick his slit.

Trevor’s hands flew to your hair, the strands falling between his fingers. “Again,” He breathed out, eyes wide.

You licked his tip again, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Oh my God,” Trevor drawled out, borderline whimpering. “Baby, fuck, please.”

You smiled, proud of yourself for reducing him from someone who was so sure of himself and so loud to someone who is whining just from your touch. You circled your lips around his lip, sucking lightly.

His dick twitched. “So good,” Trevor praised. “Can you take more?”

You nodded out of instinct, but the sensation made him garble out an unintelligible string of words. You sunk down lower on his dick, feeling your lips stretch as you take him down your throat. You bobbed your head up and down slowly, feeling how he slid in and out of you. The taste of him on your tongue was addicting– salty and just so man. You moaned, the vibrations enveloping Trevor’s dick in a way that made him buck up into your throat. You gagged, a tear forming on your waterline.

Trevor grabbed your hair and pulled you up, just barely off the head of his dick. 

“You okay?” He asked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you gag.”

You cleared your throat and nodded. “You taste so good, Trevor.” Trevor’s jaw dropped at the tone of your voice, light and innocent and sexy because it was worn with use. 

“Fuck, suck me again, just take it,” Trevor encouraged, gathering your hair into a ponytail.

You lowered your mouth onto Trevor again, tracing your tongue over the vein on the underside of his dick. You used one hand to pump the part of his dick that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You bobbed up and down, covering your teeth as best you could, but Trevor relished in the ghost of a scrape over his member when you got caught up in the moment.

He was groaning, babbling above you, his abs flexing as he drowned in pleasure. His face was flushed and you whined when you saw the mark that you left on his sharp jawline.

“Baby, you’re so good,” Trevor groaned. “You’re gonna make me come.”

You reached a hand down into your shorts and fingered furiously over your clit, swooning with the sensation there and of the weight on your tongue.

Trevor leaned forward and spotted your movements, saw your hand moving from inside your shorts. “Oh my God, fuck, yeah, make yourself come, too, baby…”

You gave it your all, twisting your hand around the length of Trevor that wasn’t inside your mouth. Drool slid out of your mouth, offering plenty of lubrication for your hand, making it easier to jerk him.

“God, fucking– baby, let me come on your face. Please, wanna see it on you,” Trevor begged.

He said it right as your fingers teased your entrance in just the right way, and you came for the second time that night, kneeling on the carpet for your boyfriend’s pleasure. 

You pulled off of Trevor, but kept your mouth open, sticking your tongue out. He took his dick in his hand and jacked himself off quickly, hand flying over his length. 

“Close your eyes,” Trevor warned, panting like he couldn’t catch his breath. “Don’t– fuck– don’t want to get my come in your eye.”

You obeyed him, reluctantly losing sight of his figure. There would be plenty of other times where you could watch his face contort with the bliss of his orgasm, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of his hot, sticky come fall on your cheeks before Trevor aims his release at your tongue. 

“God, Y/N,” Trevor groaned out. “I kind of want to take a picture of you like this.”

“Can I open my eyes?” You asked, “Wanna look up at you.”

“Yeah,” Trevor agreed, eyes fluttering as he took in the sight of you with his come on your face. When your eyes opened and met his, he felt himself starting to harden again. “Now I really want to take a picture.”

You wiped some of the come off of your cheek with your thumb before licking it off the digit. “Next time. I believe you promised me a home cooked dinner.”

notes: dear trevor zegras, i <3 you and think we could really get up to no good if you'd just give me a look. also, i wrote this at work. also, also, my coworker was sitting next to me and one of the elderly ladies asked me what i was typing. no comment.