#trevor zegras fanfic

[sweetestdesire]

CAUGHT IN THE ACT

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, mentions of masturbation, degrading speech, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Trevor Zegras x Fem!Reader

SUMMERY: in which Trevor Zegras catches Fem!Reader in a compromising position.

"Stop fighting with me! I've been given explicit instructions, and you're going on this date whether you like it or not."

Trevor groaned dramatically as Y/N tugged on his arm. "I already showered and everything, what else am I supposed to do, Y/N?"

"Um, put on a decent outfit?"

"What if I don't even want to go?"

"Too bad. You had the opportunity to back out when Mason asked you if he could set you up, and you didn't, so now you're going." She mimed dragging him down the hallway to his room. "As your best friend and roommate, I'm in charge of making sure you show up and look good."

Heavy footsteps fell on the floor as Trevor stomped after her. "As my best friend, I'd think you'd be on my side about not wanting to go."

Y/N and Trevor had been best friends since they were kids. Growing up next door to each other, they’d spent years playing basketball in his driveway in the summer or making snow forts in her yard in the winter. Even though Trevor was two years older than her, he had always let her be part of his life. He might have teased her mercilessly, but she knew he was always there for her. He had helped her with crushes, coached her through her first date, first boyfriend, and first subsequent heartbreak.

Y/N knew people thought it was strange. Here they were, early-20s, and living together platonically. She knew a good number of people assumed they would get together one day, but Trevor had never felt that way about her. It was kind of weird, at first, to bring dates back home and to know that he was across the hall from her bedroom, able to hear every little thing that happened.

Y/N let herself into Trevor’s bedroom as he trailed behind her. “Just watch. She's going to be super hot and sexy and funny. It'll be your last first date, you'll fall in love and have eight kids and tell everyone about how it was just love at first sight. And I can be cool Auntie Y/N and ride a motorcycle and buy them alcohol when they start going to parties in high school."

"You've never even been on a motorcycle."

Y/N grinned at Trevor from across his room as he stood in the doorway, head tilted in a pout. "I'll learn to ride a motorcycle.” She said.

"I don't know why you and Mason think that I need to be dating someone." He entered the room and flopped onto his bed. "Maybe I'm happy living the single life."

"At the very least, you need to get laid, Trevor." A startled noise came from his throat and she giggled as she opened his closet, searching through his clothes. "You used to have a parade of babes coming through here. Now you're all grouchy. It's clearly sexual frustration."

"That is so very wrong. Besides, not all of us need a 'parade of babes' in our rooms. Unlike you, I like to have a night off once in awhile. Rest up, you know."

Y/N snorted. "Are you calling me a slut?"

"Nah, you already know you're a slut."

They both lost it, and she threw a shirt at him playfully between giggles. "Try this on for me."

Y/N heard him shift off the bed behind her and reluctantly begin changing as she dug through his closet for a few more outfit options.

"So who is this girl, again?"

"Mason’s friend, Lauren. I've met her a couple times, she's super pretty and really sweet. Curly hair, kind of a boho-chic vibe. Lots of flowy dresses and such."

"Not exactly my type, then?"

"I thought your type was 'has boobs.'"

"I'll have you know I'm a man of discerning tastes."

"Ah yes, of course. And what is your type, then, exactly?" Y/N turned around, arms full of clothing as Trevor finished buttoning the shirt she’d thrown at him.

"You know..." Trevor trailed off. "Sporty, kind of."

"Oh, sure." Y/N rolled her eyes. "The shirt's not doing it for me. Take that off and put on this t-shirt with this shirt over top of it."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And these jeans." She tossed the jeans across the bed.

"Are you going to watch me change?" His hands worked down the buttons as he spoke, eyes crinkling.

"Oh, excuse me while I preserve your modesty." Y/N turned sarcastically as he laughed.

"Gotta leave something to the imagination.” He said. "Okay, how does it look?"

Y/N turned back around and looked over Trevor. "You'll thank me tomorrow after she leaves." She stepped across the room, adjusting his shirt and helping him roll the sleeves up to his elbows. "Now, tuck the front in just a bit. Perfect."

Trevor spread his arms as she looked over him. "Presentable?"

He looked great. As her eyes moved up and down, Y/N had the thought that Trevor was far better looking than he had any right to be. His jeans fit nicely, held up by a nice belt. And the rolled-up sleeves of the shirt he had over it showed off his forearms and highlighted his large hands.

Okay, she hasn’t been entirely honest. Y/N’s entire life, she’d harbored a crush on Trevor. She’d also spent her entire life stuck being seen as, at most, a younger sister. He'd helped her through her first date and first boyfriend, but her first heartbreak had been the day she’d seen Trevor with his first girlfriend. Her second heartbreak had been the day he'd blushed, embarrassed, as his friends teased him about hanging out with her.

“She's just my friend.” Trevor had shouted. "I don't like her like that!"

That had been years earlier, though, and while Y/N had never fully gotten over her little crush on Trevor, she’d successfully moved on with her life. She’d dated casually, had a few relationships, and certainly had her share of one-night-stands parade through her bedroom in their apartment. She’d also learned how to sneak them out in the morning, much to Trevor’s chagrin. He loved to give them a hard time the next day.

But, back to that particular moment, where Trevor was standing in front of her, waiting for her review of his outfit. In that moment, Y/N felt the small rekindling of the torch she’d carried for him paired with the sadness of knowing she was sending him into the arms of some other woman. She pushed those feelings away quickly, and grinned up at him.

"You look amazing. Want me to make sure you've got bacon and eggs ready for breakfast tomorrow?”

Trevor swatted her arm playfully and she jumped, more out of surprise at the sudden feel of his hand against her skin. "You seem pretty sure she'll be coming back here."

"I would if I were her. I did a hell of a good job cleaning you up."

Trevor arched an eyebrow at her. "You would?"

"You know what I mean." She refused to let him fluster her. "Anyways, you're right. Maybe you won't come back here."

"Ouch."

"Maybe you'll end up at her place."

He scoffed. "Sure, we'll see about that."

Y/N had to urge Trevor out of the house in time to make it to his date. When he finally left, she sighed. She had met Lauren a few times and she was gorgeous, and funny, and always looked put together. She tried not to be jealous. Trevor had seen her in all manners of complete unsexiness, from being an awkward, gangly teenager to sweating buckets after working out to that very moment, in ratty yoga pants and a messy bun. Y/N was quite certain she'd be back at their place after the date.

Y/N wandered around the apartment aimlessly before flopping onto the couch, not used to the time alone. Trevor hadn't been out much since he’s gotten injured, and she had gotten used to having him around all the time. Suddenly, everything seemed incredibly quiet and lonely. Normally, Trevor and her would have dinner together, and then they’d watch an episode of something, and then maybe he'd play video games while she read a book or headed out for the night. It wasn't like they spent all their time together, but it certainly seemed that they’d gotten into a comfortable routine.

Her plans had fallen through for the evening, though, and Y/N hadn't bothered to make new ones. Her best friend from college was supposed to be back in town, but her flight had been delayed. She had been looking forward to seeing her, so was feeling particularly let down. Regardless, she decided to make the most of having the apartment to herself.

After showering and slipping into a comfy pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, Y/N popped a batch of popcorn for dinner. Cracking open a beer, she settled in on the couch, picking a movie she knew Trevor would never want to watch. While he preferred comedies or thrillers, she wanted love and drama.

It certainly wasn't planned that the movie she picked had a heart-droppingly gorgeous male lead that ended up in a panty-dampening sex scene with the equally erotic love interest. Watching the two of them paw at each other in a clandestine love affair was more than Y/N could handle. Between that and the reminder of her attraction to Trevor, she was in a state of full arousal by the time the movie ended.

Wiping her fingers after finishing her popcorn, she glanced down the hallway towards their rooms. Trevor wouldn't be back for a while. She was certainly not a beautiful, cat-like actress in a satin emerald dress about to be pounded against a bookshelf, but just for a moment, she wanted her own steamy scene. She flipped the TV off and shuffled through the apartment to the bathroom.

Trevor and Y/N each had their own private drawers in the bathroom, and she left a small bullet vibrator in hers for the occasional bathtub excursion. She dug it out quickly and made to go into her bedroom, but paused at the door. Glancing behind her, she eyed Trevor’s bedroom door. Her heart started pounding, strong enough that she could feel the pulse in her neck and hear the thundering in her ears.

"No.” Y/N said out loud. Her and Trevor had their own spaces. It was her best friend she was thinking about, and he didn't deserve something so disrespectful as her masturbating on his bed. Especially since he might be bringing someone back to fuck there.

Y/N started back into her own bedroom, but paused again, throwing another look over her shoulder at Trevor’s room. Then again, she said to herself, it would be incredibly hot. She didn't give herself another opportunity to back out. She opened his bedroom door and bolted into his room. Gingerly, she crawled onto his bed over top of the blankets, lying on her back with her head on his pillow.

A scent that was distinctly Trevor enveloped her. Whether it was his body wash or cologne or a mix of that with his own sweat left on the pillow didn't matter to her. Y/N closed her eyes, inhaling as she imagined having Trevor in the bed with her. Balancing the vibrator on her stomach, she wriggled her hips, sliding her panties and sleep shorts down at the same time and taking care to put them on the edge of the bed where she knew she’d find them again. She held the vibrator in one hand as she let the other caress her stomach. Her hand moved underneath the fitted tank top, sliding up her stomach to her breasts. She had forgone a bra, and the friction of her tank top against her hardened nipples was intoxicating.

Y/N took her hand away from her breasts, trailing it down to the pool of moisture between her legs. The excitement and nervousness of being in Trevor’s bed was more than she could handle. She worked her fingers against the slick lips of her pussy, dipping them just inside her dripping entrance, before turning her vibrator on and immediately pressing it to her clit.

A muted sigh escaped her lips as the vibrations relieved her intense arousal. Her breath came heavily, and Y/N pushed her hips forward just slightly, grinding back against the vibrator. Trevor’s pillow was soft under her head and his blanket was cool against her naked lower half. She spread her legs a bit more, her hand wandering back up to her breasts. Tweaking her nipple, she stifled a moan.

Y/N pictured Trevor towering above her. He had long been a prominent image in her masturbatory fantasies. The addition of being in his room, surrounded by his things and his scent and in his bed where he fucked his other girls... it was more than she could handle. She wanted him so badly in that moment. She wanted not just the lingering scent of cologne, but she wanted his body, to feel the heat of him against her, pushing inside of her.

The slow knot of an orgasm begin to unravel deep in her stomach, and Y/N tensed in anticipation. She adjusted the vibrator against her clit, waiting eagerly to cum. She was so close, so ready, just teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss when she suddenly heard the apartment door bang closed.

"Hey, I'm back!" Trevor called out.

Y/N had never moved so fast in her life as in that moment, panic coursing through her body as she sat up. Her fingers were slick and she fumbled with her vibrator, barely managing to turn it off. She snatched up her sleep shorts as she bounded off the bed, peeked into the hallway quickly to make sure he hadn't started towards his room, and practically hurdled across the hallway into her own room. Panting, she tossed her vibrator onto a pile of clothes and rushed to slip her shorts back on, nearly tumbling over as she tried to maintain her balance.

"Y/N?" Trevor’s voice was at the end of the hallway.

She popped her head out of her bedroom door, plastering a smile on her face that probably made her look a little crazy. "Hey!" Her voice was too loud, too upbeat. "How'd your date go? Did Lauren come back?"

Trevor eyed her warily. "Uh, no. She's nice, but we didn't have a ton of chemistry. So much for a last first date."

"Awe, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Are you okay?" He frowned. "Is someone in there?"

"Nope!" A slightly obnoxious giggle bubbled out of her lips. "Just... you know, probably should have eaten a better dinner and not drank a beer. Guess I can't hold my liquor that well!"

"That's bullshit." Trevor shook his head. "You're being weird. You sure everything's okay?"

Y/N nodded, not trusting herself to speak again, as Trevor walked down the hallway and into his bedroom. Her jaw clenched as he flicked the light on.

"Okay then. I thought you'd be hounding me for details."

"Tell me everything.” Y/N said obediently. "What happened?"

"Well, she's a vegetarian, I don't know if you knew that. So we probably shouldn't have gone to a steakhouse." He took off the dress shirt as he talked to her. "Also sounds like she met some guy on vacation that she has a thing for, but he doesn't live here. Never said anything for sure, but couldn't stop talking about him."

"That sucks."

Neither of them were looking at each other, and their eyes fell on the same thing at the same time. Her stomach dropped as she realized her panties were sitting on the edge of Trevor’s bed, just as he looked confused at the misplaced scrap of pink fabric hanging off his blanket.

"Y/N, are these..." Trevor picked up her panties, frowning down at his hand. "Why are these in my room?"

She froze in horror as any number of excuses flew through her brain. They got stuck to the sheets in the wash. Haha, it's a prank, bro. None of the excuses made it out of her lips as Trevor frowned down at his bed. The blankets were just the slightest bit ruffled, and there was an indent in the pillow where her head was.

"Were you in my room?"

Y/N grasped frantically at the flimsiest of straws, hoping he would end the conversation and they would never speak of it again. "No?” She didn't know who she thought she was kidding. The panic in her voice, the flush on her cheeks and chest, and the damp pink panties in his hand were more than enough to incriminate her.

"And you're definitely not hiding someone in your room right now?" His voice was low, the sarcasm barely hidden.

Y/N’s mouth was dry as she shook her head. Trevor stepped forward, making his way into the hallway. Shaking, she took a step back into her room as he poked his head inside. He glanced around, his eyes falling on the vibrator sitting on the pile of clothes nearby.

"So you weren't fucking someone on my bed, you were masturbating on it?"

Y/N couldn't physically speak. Her throat was as frozen as the rest of her, staring at Trevor. She hoped she didn't look as terrified as she felt, but she was sure her face was pale aside from the patches of skin that she could still feel burning. Whether the burning was residual from the almost-orgasm or a new reaction to the embarrassment she was feeling, she didn't know.

"Y/N, what the fuck?"

"I'm so sorry." The words came out stuttered, barely above a hoarse whisper.

"Why would you do that?"

Tears pricked in her eyes and an invisible grip seemed to clench inside her chest. Her lips were parched and she couldn't form another sentence. Y/N shook her head, trying not to let the tears fall.

Trevor was only a few steps away, standing in her doorway, and his face softened a bit as he seemed to notice her eyes watering. "Y/N, talk to me. Tell me why."

"It's not obvious?" Her voice was strained, as Trevor’s gaze stared directly into her embarrassed soul. Her hands trembled and she balled her fingers into fists.

"You don't think you owe me an explanation?" His voice was dark again, serious.

She tried not to choke on her words, despite knowing she had just fucked up years of friendship. "Because I'm attracted to you, Trevor." The words hung between them. "And because it turned me on."

Trevor glanced down at his hand. He was still holding her panties, the fabric tight between his fingers. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to relieve the dryness in her mouth. "I've had a crush on you my entire life. You said you didn't like me like that."

"When did I say that?"

"You said it to a couple of friends years ago. They were teasing you for hanging out with me."

"Y/N, I would have been maybe 15 when I said that." When she didn't respond, he sighed. "You never admitted this to me because of something I said when we were kids?"

"When else was I supposed to say it? When you had a girlfriend? When you were done sleeping with some random hook up?" Y/N finally managed to string together a sentence without stuttering, but it was short lived. "I did something stupid and rude tonight, I know that, I'm sorry. But I never wanted to say anything because you're my friend and I didn't want to make things weird."

"So you just rubbed one out on my bed, thinking that wasn't the definition of weird."

The words stung and she felt one of the tears escape from her eye. Y/N wiped a hand across her cheek hurriedly, staring at the floor.

"How often have you done this?"

"Just tonight."

"I'm supposed to believe that? This was the first time and I just happened to catch you?"

Another tear fell. "I'm telling the truth." Y/N went to wipe the second tear, but Trevor stopped her. His fingers wrapped around her wrist firmly, but not painfully. She still winced, but he released her wrist and his hand moved up to her cheek, wiping the tear out from under her eye.

"Do you know how difficult it is for me to listen to a string of guys fucking you from the other side of the hall?" His voice was a low growl.

"You had your own string of women to fuck.” Y/N spat back. Her face burned, angry at her eyes betrayal as another tear slipped down her cheek.

"None of them were you."

Y/N finally looked back up at him, unsure of what to say. He was so close, just inches away from her. When had that happened? His fingers brushed under her eye again, drying her cheek, and the distinct scent of Trevor that had enveloped her on his bed was filling her senses yet again.

"What are you saying?"

"It's not obvious?" Trevor taunted.

Y/N’s body didn't know how to react. Trevor was so close, tantalizingly close, and part of her yearned to press against him. Another part of her wanted to recoil, bury herself in her blankets, and sob at her mortification. It was like being an awkward kid again, when Trevor would tease her until she got angry and tried to storm off, only to tell her he was joking and beg her to stay.

She felt goosebumps rise on her arms as he looked down at her, waiting for her response. Y/N couldn't bring herself to speak and just shook her head, casting her eyes back down the floor.

"Awe, come on, Y/N." The mocking tone to his voice was familiar, but she still didn't know what he wanted to say. "Alright, tell me this. Did you cum on my bed?"

Y/N grimaced, her eyes slamming shut as more tears threatened to leak out. He laughed at her reaction. "Come on. Did you cum?"

"No.” She whispered.

"Why not?"

"You got home before I was done." Even shut, a tear managed to sneak out of her eye. She bowed her head, but again, Trevor’s hand came to her face and wiped the drop off her cheek. He tilted her head up slightly, and she reopened her eyes to look at him.

"All that, and you didn't even finish on my bed?"

"Trevor, please." Y/N’s voice cracked as she tried to hold in a sob. "I'm sorry. Please stop making fun of me."

"I'm just joking." His voice was low, husky, and his body was closer than ever. She could feel his breath on her face. "You have no idea how hot you look when you're embarrassed, but I’m sorry for making you cry."

"Is this happening?" Y/N finally managed to ask.

"Do you want it to happen?"

Y/N nodded. Trevor’s lips were suddenly on hers, his kiss demanding and insistent. She inhaled sharply as his tongue probed her mouth, exploring her lips. The gap between their bodies closed as his arms wrapped around her. His cock nudged against her, already straining against his pants.

A startled gasp escaped her mouth as he bit down on her lip. Y/N’s pulse quickened as his hands explored her body, brazenly groping at her breasts and deliberately rolling her hardened nipples between his fingers. Trevor chuckled against her mouth as she pushed against him, eager for more.

"Stop laughing at me.” Y/N hissed. He responded by pinching her nipple hard, eliciting a high-pitched cry from her.

"I'll laugh at you all I want.” Trevor replied.

His mouth covered hers again, and his hands traveled down her body. Without so much as a moment of hesitation, Trevor slipped his hands down the back of her shorts and cupped an ass cheek in each of his hands. He squeezed, kneading her ass as he pushed against her body, grinding his cock against her.

Teeth grazed her lips again and he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Y/N cried out and he sucked harder before letting go. His hands squeezed her ass again, his fingers gripping her hard, before he let go and took his hands out of her shorts.

"Bed.” Trevor said simply.

"Mine or yours?"

He laughed, a wicked look crossing his face. "Yours first." A hard kiss punctuated his sentence. "I've listened to you fuck a million guys in here. Now it's my turn."

A flutter ran through her body at the implication being they’d fuck on his bed later, and another at the idea of Trevor listening to her get fucked from behind the closed door of his room. Y/N directed him to sit on the edge of her bed, then stood in front of him.

"How many times did you listen to me get fucked?" She asked.

His eyes darkened. "Enough to know I could make you cum harder and scream louder than any of them." An arm extended, reaching for her, but she stepped back.

"Were you jealous?" Y/N teased.

"Incredibly."

She bit her lip and toyed with the hem of her tank top. "Did you ever jack off listening to me?" Y/N flushed a bit, her voice going quiet again.

"Almost every time." His voice was earnest, eyes full of honesty and desire. "I imagined you getting fucked in every position you can imagine. Now, can I see if your tits are like what I pictured?"

Y/N swallowed hard, unable to think of a response. Meeting his eyes, she slid the tank top up over her head, revealing her breasts to him for the first time. It was his turn to be speechless for a moment, his eyes savoring the view of her body as she stood half-naked in front of him.

"Are they what you imagined?" She finally asked.

"Better." He reached for her again, and she moved to him like a magnet to metal.

As soon as Y/N was within reach, his hands were on her tits, and she moaned softly as he cupped her breasts in his hands. She let him fondle her for just a moment, before closing the gap between them even further by straddling his lap on the edge of the bed. She steadied herself on his shoulders as Trevor took the opportunity to dip his head down, kissing the top of her breasts.

"You missed your calling as a stripper, you know.” Trevor teased, licking between her breasts.

"Pretty sure you aren't supposed to touch the strippers.” Y/N gasped. His mouth found a nipple as his hands resumed their position on her ass, and he traced his tongue around her nipples, making her shiver. She ran her hands through his hair, holding him against her chest.

"Are you saying I should stop touching you?" He murmured.

"God, no." Y/N rolled her hips against him, and they both groaned as her pussy ground against the length of his cock. The softness of her shorts provided friction against her swollen clit, and she found herself repeating the action again and again as he ravished her breasts.

It clearly was working for Trevor, too, and his mouth left her tits as his head tilted back. Y/N wanted to be greedy; she wanted his mouth back on her nipple and his cock inside her and to cum on him again and again. But she also wanted to hear the noises Trevor would make if she put his cock into her mouth.

Y/N moved off his lap, standing between his legs as she reached down and unbuckled his belt. Trevor’s hands joined hers and he unbuttoned his jeans as she carefully unzipped them. His hips moved up just enough to let her pull his jeans down, and she dropped to her knees as she guided them down his legs.

Once his pants were off, Y/N gripped his cock through his boxers. A small grunt came from his throat as she traced her fingers up and down through the fabric. He was rigid, thick, and hot. From her position kneeling in front of him, she reached up and slipped her fingers into the waistband of his boxers. She thought briefly about going slowly, tantalizing and tenderly revealing his cock, but she was too full of fire to maintain that. Instead, she pulled them down quickly, freeing his cock in one movement.

The stiff appendage jutting out towards her was beautiful. Y/N admired his cock for a moment before flicking her tongue out to taste the pre-cum that dripped from his tip. Trevor exhaled loudly as her tongue made contact, and she took his tip into her mouth in response. Hands came to her head immediately, fingers pulling at her hair as she wasted no time sucking Trevor’s cock.

His breathing came heavily as she bobbed her head, feeling the thickness of his swollen cock filling her mouth. He was quieter than she expected at first, but that changed as he began pulling her hair harder and directing her to take his cock deeper in her throat. His tip pushed against the back of her mouth and she opened her throat as much as she could, swallowing his shaft as she reached up to cup his balls.

Trevor groaned loudly as she did, his hips thrusting forward just slightly. The sounds he was making shot waves of arousal through her body, and Y/N couldn't help but slip a hand into her shorts as she sucked his cock. Her slit was drenched and a soft, humming moan vibrated against Trevor’s dick as she touched herself.

"You look so fucking hot right now."

Y/N glanced up at him, eyes wide as her lips encircled his cock. Trevor looked back down at her, able to just see her hand in her shorts. Her fingers darted into her wet pussy quickly, and she let out another muffled moan against his cock, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Fuck." His hands tightened in her hair as she took him deep in her throat.

Y/N let him thrust into her throat a few more times before pulling back and letting him slip out of her mouth with a wet sound. “I can't wait any longer.” She gasped.

"Good." Trevor helped her up off my knees, pulling her in for another searing kiss as he pushed her shorts down.

Y/N wiggled her hips, letting them fall to the floor, and tugged at his shirt. Trevor removed it swiftly, bringing it over his head and tossing it towards the floor. They shifted onto the bed together, collapsing onto the covers as their arms wrapped around each other and their lips connected again, urgent and breathless. Trevor’s cock brushed against her bare thigh, tantalizingly close to the dripping pool between her legs.

Trevor grabbed her possessively, and he twisted her onto her back, his hands wrenching her legs apart. She half-expected him to sink into her immediately and moved to stop him so she could get a condom, but instead his head dipped down and his mouth nestled against her slit.

Gasping, Y/N arched her back slightly, and Trevor went to work eating her pussy. He lapped at her wetness greedily, his tongue licking along her slit and his mouth buried against her. Feverish moans escaped from her lips with each breath as he concentrated his ministrations on her clit. His tongue danced around her, and the agonizing ascent towards orgasm began in her stomach again. The climbing sensation built and built, the promise of cumming finally within her grasp.

Y/N glanced down at the head between her thighs. An expression of bliss filled Trevor’s face, his eyes closed beneath tousled hair as he feasted on her pussy. "Don't stop.” She begged, her fingers clutching at his hair. "I'm so close. Please, Trevor.”

Trevor could’ve stopped, could’ve continued the intense teasing he'd subjected her to since catching her masturbating on his bed. To his credit, he didn't. Instead, he sucked on her clit while pushing a finger inside her and curling it to hit her G-spot.

The effect was almost instantaneous, and her thighs clamped against Trevor’s head as she came. After such a long wait and the denial of her orgasm from earlier, it was one of the most intense she’d ever experienced. Her back arched as she ground against Trevor’s face, a blistering cry filling the room as her body shook. Heat radiated from her core as she came, writhing against Trevor.

As the heat gave way to a dreamy relief, her legs released Trevor’s head. Y/N slowly became aware of his tongue still gently lapping at her pussy, and that her hands were still entangled in his hair.

"Sorry." Y/N let go of his head, still trying to catch her breath. A gentle kiss was placed on her clit, which was still so sensitive it made her twitch. Then another kiss on top of her mound, and a third above that.

"Never, ever apologize for cumming like that." Trevor’s lips brushed against her skin as he spoke. "That was like magic."

Y/N could only groan in response, her body still overwhelmed with pleasure. He crawled up her body, a look of mock concern on his face. "Did I break you?"

Another groan, and she pulled him down to kiss her. She could taste the slight sweetness of her juice on his lips. "Fuck me.” She mumbled against his mouth.

Trevor didn't reply, just nipped at her lip one last time before pulling back and grabbing her pillow. His hands guided her to her knees and she flipped over, the pillow under her stomach as she propped herself up on her hands and knees. Second later, Trevor was behind her, the tip of his cock probing at her pussy.

"Ready?" Trevor asked, though his voice was struggling, as though he couldn't possibly wait another moment.

Y/N was more than ready. "Fuck me, Trevor.” She ordered.

He buried his cock inside her in a single thrust. Both of them made noises of relief as he finally sheathed his cock inside her, and his fingers dug into her hips as he paused there.

"Fuck, you feel amazing." His voice was husky, gasping.

In response, Y/N pushed her ass back against him. He grunted and thrust back against her, penetrating as deep as he could, and she let out a lustful breath.

"Fuck me.” She begged again.

Y/N wasn't sure how he had held back for so long. When Trevor began to fuck her, there was no stopping him. She squealed as he ravaged her pussy recklessly, shoving his length as deep as he could. The pillow beneath her was excellent forethought, as it wasn't long before her arms could barely support the force of his penetrations and she collapsed onto the bed.

Trevor wasn't having it, though. The fingers digging into her hip on one side left as he hunched over her, pounding inside of her as he reached around and grabbed her breast. Using it as leverage, he pulled her back up, almost lifting her to a full kneeling position. His other hand snaked down to her clit and he fingered it furiously as his mouth found her the back of her neck, nipping the skin there.

Y/N was at his complete mercy as he tunneled inside her, filling her as deeply and roughly as he could. She was sure the entire apartment complex could hear him making her scream. He didn't have me in that position very long, despite how amazing it felt. As gently as he could, Trevor lowered her back onto the bed, pumping inside her harder and harder until she was flat on her stomach with both his hands trapped beneath her. The motion made her aware that another orgasm was approaching, and she tried to hold still as he rubbed her clit.

"Close again.” Y/N moaned. "Shit, Trevor. I'm gonna cum again."

"Fuck, Y/N.” He gasped. "I'm close. Cum for me, baby, c’mon.”

Y/N didn’t know how he did it, whether there was a slight change in the motion of his fingers or if the pinch of her nipple triggered it, but as he ordered her to cum, she did. Trapped beneath his body, she strained against him as she burst over the edge, his cock still impaling her as she rode the waves of pleasure bubbling through her body. It was in that slight moment of blissful mindlessness that she distantly heard Trevor grunt as he came, his frenzied thrusting slowing as he finished.

Trevor’s arms grasped her tightly as his weight pinned her against the bed. Y/N could feel him softening inside her as they both tried to regain their footing in reality. When it became too much, she shifted against him.

"Can't breathe.” Y/N whispered.

"Fuck, sorry." His hands slid out from beneath her and he rolled onto his back.

Y/N drew in a deep breath and flexed her fingers and feet, the tingling sensation from the aftershocks of her orgasm slowly dispelling. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked uncertainly at Trevor as he laid naked beside her. His head was turned towards her, studying her.

"Is this a thing now?" His voice was sleepy, but reflected the same apprehension she had.

"Do you want it to be?"

Trevor nodded, extending a hand towards her, inviting her to lay closer to him. "Do you?"

"I've wanted this for years." Y/N curled up next to him, their warm skin pressing together.

"Me, too." He laid a kiss on her hair. "Rule one, though. No masturbating on my bed without me."

"Rule two. Don't give me a reason to masturbate without you."

Trevor kissed her hair again. "I won't."

The two cleaned up and crawled back in bed together, both exhausted. As Trevor’s breathing deepened, Y/N told herself to remember to thank Lauren for being his last first date.

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[bedsyandco]

Tracing Trevor’s tattoos

“that tickles!” trevor says, clasping your hand in his, stopping it from tracing the tattoos on his arm further

“you’re so beautiful,” you say running your hand through his messy bed hair

“me? have you seen yourself. most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” trevor says, bring your hand up to his mouth and brushing kisses on your palm and your other hand subconsciously goes back to tracing the tattoos on his arm

“I’ve never had a girlfriend who’s been this obsessed with my tattoos,” trevor says amused

“don’t talk to me about your other girlfriends,” you say, faux glare on your face and trevor smiles

“past. ex. long gone. the only other girlfriends I have is your other personalities,” he says and laughs like it’s the funniest joke he’s ever heard

“c’mon it was funny,” trevor says when he notices you didn’t join in on his laughter

“that’s it, you’re making breakfast,” you say lying back and snuggling back into bed

“can we go back to you telling me how beautiful I am?” Trevor asks, throwing an arm over your waist, and pressing a kiss to your cheek

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[adorethedistance]

Baby Fever - Trevor Zegras x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, smut adjacent content (post-sex interaction/make out), a joke about cheating, a joke about death, and semen... in that order...

Words: 2322

Requested: Can you please do a trevor blurb where him and y/n go to a pumpkin patch with their nephew and Trevor's playing with their nephew and y/n gets so much baby fever please

A/n: Hey y'all! I'm taking a break from the Jamie series of firsts with a requested fic. I kinda riffed on the request so there are some things you need to know beforehand: 1) they're not babysitting a nephew, they're babysitting Troy Terry's kid Greyson 2) I'm aware Greyson is currently an infant but in this fic he's a toddler 3) I understand you asked for a blurb but I'm ass at writing blurbs 4) therefore this is a part 1. (Part 2 coming soon ish?) Enjoy!

Troy Terry had sworn to never let Trevor Zegras supervise his son. Or at least, before I was in the picture anyway. I had befriended Dani over the course of several Ducks’ games after Trevor and I became official. We somehow managed to have the same schedules despite having vastly different lifestyles; at the time, she was a new mom adjusting to domestic bliss, and I was a senior at UC Irvine preparing for my post-grad plans. Now that I’m not overwhelmed with work as a student, she and I grew pretty close. More often than not, we found ourselves having several hangouts without our guys present. Naturally, I saw Greyson a lot, considering the fact that I would spend my time with Dani in the Terry residence.

Our latest hang out consisted of us gabbing about the latest drama with Greyson’s preschool over a glass of wine. In telling me that Greyson was between daycares right now, I offered to take him off her hands for a night so she and Troy could have a much needed date night. At first, Dani refused, not wanting to dump the responsibility on me, but I insisted. There were several pros: I love kids, Dani has done plenty of favors for me before, Greyson’s already comfortable with me, and they wouldn’t have to pay for a babysitter. Pleased with my argument, Dani agreed and the plans were set. 

This Friday, the team had a day off and rather than having the guys disappear onto the nearest golf course, Dani and Troy began planning their night off, as did Trevor and I.

“Hey, babe, I was thinking about how to spoil you and thought we could get a table at The Ranch tonight. What do you say?” Trevor asks, holding my hips and subtly pinning me against the kitchen counter.

“About that.”

“What’s up?” He asks, deviously dipping his head down. I don’t give in to whatever seduction game he’s playing, and quickly peck him on the lips.

“I kind of made evening plans.” He takes the kiss in stride and looks at me teasingly.

“Is your boyfriend back in town already?”

“Yeah, he wanted to go to The Ranch, too. I just can’t have my boyfriend and my side piece in one place, soooo.” 

“I’ve been demoted to ‘side piece’? Ouch,” Trevor laughs before sliding his hands along my waistband to clasp behind my lower back, and pull me into him so our hips touch. “Fuck. Now you’ll never pick me over him!”

“Oh, that was always the plan. Don’t get it twisted.” He laughs once more before asking,

“What’s going on tonight?” I open my mouth to answer and as I do, he slips his hand down to grab my ass, catching me by surprise.

“Hey!” Right as I scold him, Jamie walks into the kitchen to refill his water bottle. I try to bite back the smile that creeps across my features, flustered by Jamie’s newfound presence. 

“Hey Jamo,” Trevor says casually, to try and ease the awkwardness.

“You guys know I still live here, right?”

“Sorry, Jamie.”

“I’m going grocery shopping. Just try to keep it in your room, Z.” 

“Keep what in my room?” He asks, playing dumb, much to Jamie’s dismay. He merely shakes his head and leaves the kitchen. Watching Jamie leave, Trevor follows with his gaze, tracking Jamie’s movements to the opposite direction until he hears the front door open and close. After, he turns back to face me, “You were saying?”

“I told Dani I would watch Greyson.”

“What?!” I half expected Trevor to be upset, but he’s sporting the widest smile I’ve ever seen.

“Yeah, she and Troy were due for some alone time, so I offered to take him to the pumpkin patch tonight.”

“When?”

“They’re dropping him off around 5.”

“5. What time is it now?” Trevor leans away from me to look at the clock on the oven that reads 2:57. “Oh, we have time.” 

“Time for wha-” I cut myself off with a screech as Trevor picks me up and sits me on the open counterspace. He pushes my knees apart to stand between them, the dominant action in tandem with the cold countertop underneath me sends shivers down my spine. He then kisses me passionately, trailing his fingers up the length of my exposed thighs. His hands find the top of my waistband, running along the hem as he presses his hard on into my core. I hold either side of his face in my hands, squeaking once more as Trevor picks me up and carries me to his bedroom.

___________________________

Panting and still slightly sweaty, I check my phone to see the clock reads 4:43. “Shit.” 

“What?” Trevor asks curiously. He’s laying on top of the covers, fully nude and sprawled out, after having collapsed on the bed next to me.

“It’s 4:43,” I say between sticky breaths. He shuts his eyes and groans loudly,

“Give me, like, five minutes.” 

“Uh, no sir. You need to get me a towel so I can get up and pee.” Trevor’s eyes shoot open and he sits up. 

“Right. Boyfriend duties await.” His expression is humorous and I can’t help but notice the way his abs flex through the movement. If it weren’t too late, I’d have jumped him again, then and there. He rolls off the bed, sliding on the nearest pair of briefs he can find. Trevor then grabs the towel hanging on the doorknob, and walks over to where I am on the bed, propped up on my elbows. The gravity of holding myself up causes the beaded sweat to roll down my cleavage, and on to my stomach where Trevor had finished a few minutes prior. He doesn’t say anything but I clock the way his eyes are trained on my chest as he approaches me. I hold out my hand for the towel but he holds it out of reach. 

“What are you-?” 

“Lay down.” 

“What? Why?”

“Just do it!” I confusedly put my head back on his pillow and Trevor grabs both ends of the towel, opening it up to lay it over me. “I’m calling it. Time of death, 4:44 PM. Rest in peace, Y/n, I’ll miss you.”

“Oh my god,” I say from under the towel. Pulling it off my face, I sit back up to find Trevor snickering at his own joke. “Are you proud of yourself?”

“Very.” He leans down and places a sweet kiss on my lips. When he pulls away, my eyes flutter open and he gently lifts the towel to cover his hand, then wipes off the leftover fluid. I look up at him as he moves, a soft smile of adoration painting my features. Trevor looks down at me and widens his eyes teasingly before relaxing to smile at me again.

The sound of the front door opening echoes down the hall and from the entrance we hear Jamie call, “I’m back! Please tell me you’re clothed!”

“Don’t worry about it, Jamo!” Trevor calls back before wadding up the used towel and throwing it at me.

“Ew!” I should’ve known him being sweet wasn’t going to last. Sliding off the side of the bed, I pick up my clothes and walk into the bathroom to pee. After I’m dressed again, I come out to see Trevor had thrown on the outfit he was wearing earlier: a v-neck polo and board shorts. 

“You can’t wear that,” I say in disbelief.

“Why?” Trevor looks at me in confusion. Turning to the mirror that hangs on the back of the door, he takes in the fresh hickeys littered across his exposed chest. “Oh shit.” The revelation is perfectly timed with a knock on the door. Nudging Trevor out of the way, I exit his bedroom and leave him to change. Jamie is unloading groceries with his airpods in and I wave when I walk by to signal that we’re done and he can exist peacefully again. 

Answering the front door reveals Dani and Troy in the nicest casual clothing I’ve ever seen. The Terry’s smile upon seeing me and I look at Greyson who’s sitting on Dani’s left hip.

“Hi Grey!” I cheer and he immediately smiles. I then notice Troy holding what seems to be Greyson’s booster seat and as I go to reach for it, Trevor appears behind me. Greyson runs inside and begins punching Trevor’s leg with all the might his almost-four year old arms can manage. I laugh but Dani scolds,

“Greyson, we don’t hit people, remember?” He immediately stops, thinks for a moment, and then proceeds to throw punches at Trevor but without making contact. Dani sighs exhaustedly before saying, “Good enough.”

“How’s it going, man?” Trevor asks Troy, causing Dani and me to look at the guys incredulously.

“You saw each other yesterday,” I tease. Trevor shrugs as he takes the car seat from Troy. 

“Terry’s my boy though,” He responds somewhat jokingly. Greyson then speaks up,

“What about me?” The group laughs about the sweet question but Greyson isn’t amused. He looks around, confused, before stepping further into the apartment to scope it out. Greyson then yells, “I wanna go to the pumpkin patch!”

“Read you loud and clear, bud,” Trevor replies. Then, Dani asks practically,

“What time do you need him out of your hair?” To which I reply,

“Oh don’t worry about it, we can hang onto him for as long as y’all need.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, well, his bed time is eight, and that’s usually around when we get tired anyway, so we’ll be here around then?.”

“8 it is,” I say with a smile, leaning away to look at Greyson fully. He smiles shyly before hiding his face against Trevor’s leg. “Why are you being shy, Grey-Grey?” I ask, looking down at his level. 

“I think he has a little bit of a crush on you.”

“Really?” I ask with a tiny bit of a laugh. Troy chimes in,

“Yeah, he was super excited when she told him you were the one babysitting-” 

“He’s been looking forward to it all week.” Dani finishes Troy’s sentence before they look at one another and smile, “In fact, he told me he has something to tell you, right Grey?”

“You’re pretty, Y/n,” He admits before running away, which causes the four of us to laugh.

“I told you my boyfriend was back in town,” I tease, which then makes Trevor laugh heartily. Turning back to Dani and Troy, they both look confused and I feel my cheeks grow warm in embarrassment.

“Inside joke,” I reassure. They nod and offer a few goodbyes to me, Trevor, and Greyson, before heading out for good. 

Closing the door behind us, Trevor sets down the car seat and says,

“I gotta up my game now that I have competition.”

“Yeah, so behave!” Trevor touches his left hand to his heart, giving me a look that reads melodramatically offended, “You’re currently in the lead, though.”

“I better be,” he bites back, wrapping his arm around the back of my body, coming to rest his right hand on my hip. His thumb brushes the hem and I look up at him over my left shoulder, 

“You’re still turned on?” I whisper, in shock. Trevor doesn’t reply. His hand slinks down to my ass as he kisses my lips heatedly, before he goes to follow Greyson’s path. I follow close behind and see Greyson’s found Jamie in the kitchen.

“Can I have one?!” Greyson shrieks upon finding a box of fruit by the foot. Jamie laughs at his excitement before asking,

“Do your parents even let you have sugar?” The dry humor is lost on the young child but I snort a laugh. 

“I’ve had these before in my lunch!”

“...Okay, sure. Let me open it for you. I don’t trust you to not destroy the box.”

“Jame, can you keep an eye on him for a second so we can get shoes on?” Trevor asks.

“He just got here and you’re already pawning off your responsibility on me?” Jamie playfully accuses Trevor, who looks offended. I laugh, partially at Jamie’s joke, and partially at watching Trevor misunderstand his roommate in real time. Jamie looks at me and we laugh about the joke going over Trevor’s head. 

I then head for the bedroom to search for the shoes I was once wearing. Trevor enters a little after I do to pull a pair of white sneakers from his closet. He’s uncharacteristically quiet. I almost want to ask what for, but then I’m overcome with the desire to let him stew in the silence. If I wait long enough, he’ll have to speak. He always does. Or, at least, he usually does. 

“Do you want kids?” He works up the nerve to ask, quickly adding, “Someday?” in hopes of softening the blow of the genuine conversation topic.

“Probably someday,” I answer simply, which sends him back into an introspective silence for a moment.

“How many kids would you want?” I look over at him to see he’s staring at me, as if tearing his gaze away would shatter the moment. I continue putting on my shoes,

“I think two is a good number. That way they can have a sibling, but not so many that they would feel their needs went unmet. Why?”

“I could do two,” Trevor says assuredly, ignoring my question.

“Well, I’m sorry to break it to you, but you’re about two rings short of trying to have a baby with me right now,” I assert in a teasing way, although I’m not joking. The tension of the conversation dissipates as Trevor laughs. 

“Fair point,” Trevor squints his eyes at me, “But we can still practice, right?” I laugh again before nodding,

“We can at least agree on that.”

***

a/n: hope y'all enjoyed that and stay tuned for part 2 that'll drop sometime this week or next. let me know if you have a request for either Trevor or Jamie bc I'm on a ducks kick rn! Sidenote: is anyone else absolutely obsessed with the fact that we can copy paste tags now?? saves so much time !!!

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[lecsainz]

anything with Trevor Zegras I’m begging girl!

˒ ⌕ HOCKEY BOYFRIEND

parings: trevor zegras x hughes!reader

summary: that one where you're jack hughes' twin sister and post about your relationship with trevor on insta.

an: I've been working on this smau for TWO days because tumblr kept deleting everything I wrote when I hit return? I have no idea what was going on.

( last work || go to main masterlist )

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ynhughes I say yes, obviously 🙄

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trevorzegras fuck , I'm so in love with you.

yourbestie wait WHATS THAT??!??

⤷ ynhughes u already know luv

⤷ yourcollegebestie you didn't tell us, you sneaky!

⤷ ynhughes I did tell you! I called you seconds after we had our first kiss.

⤷ jackhughes WHAT?

⤷ lhughes_06 It's been a while, jack, relax.

⤷ jackhughes how did you know and I didn't??? I'm her twin!

⤷ lhughes_06 I'm the favorite brother 🤩.

⤷ ynhughes actually, it's quinn.

⤷_quinnhughes I KNEW IT.

trevorzegras OMG, you're my girl.

⤷ ynhughes and you're my hockey player.

⤷ jackhughes stop with this sweetness. ynhughes stop being bitter, jack.

jackhughes can’t believe that u aren’t single anymore.

⤷_quinnhughes me too.

⤷ lhughes_06 same.

⤷ ynhughes you guys are jealous 😤

yourcollegebestie your ex liking the post 😅

⤷ yourbestie lol 😂

⤷ ynhughes going to block him now, I forgot about him 🥴

⤷ yourbestie he's going to want to fight trevor.

⤷ yourcollegebestie he's calling the UMICH football team to help.

⤷ yourbestie 'cause no UMICH guy can date you now that you were my exgirlfriend.'

⤷ lhughes_06 that guy was a suck, I warned you.

⤷ ynhughes well, that's why he's an ex.

edwards.73 now it all makes sense why she didn't want to hang out with us anymore, ditching friends and parties for a MAN.

⤷ markestapa what a letdown y/n/n 🤧

⤷ ynhughes he's not just any man, he's MY MAN.

⤷ lhughes_06 what do you mean you guys hang out without me and with my sister?

⤷ lucca.fantilli she's cooler than you.

⤷ lhughes_06 NO SHE AREN’T.

⤷ rutgermcgroarty yes, she is!

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ynhughes weekend at the lake house with the ice boys.

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rutgermcgroarty jack having more photos than her boyfriend 🤣.

⤷ ynhughes he's the favorite brother of the week.

⤷ lhughes_06 u said that I was.

⤷ ynhughes that was before you ate all of my chocolate stash.

yourbestie and no photos for us to make memes of them?

⤷ ynhughes unfortunately, none.

trevorzegras 7 million smiles, and yours is my favorite.

⤷ ynhughes I love you, ice man 🩵

jackhughes I want a credit for the photo I took.

⤷ ynhughes I want credit for all the non-hockey photos you post then 😙

yourbestie miss you girls 🤧

⤷ yourcollegebestie you should have come too 🥺

⤷ ynhughes let's go out just us next summer 💃💃💃

markestapa you don't post a picture with us.

⤷_quinnhughes we're more important 😎

edwards.73 are you holding a hamster?

⤷ ynhughes yessss, his name was mr. bernard.

⤷ rutgermcgroarty aww, how cute.

⤷ lhughes_06 what an ugly name.

⤷ jackhughes ugly guy is you, not the mr. bernard

⤷ ynhughes and that's why my favorite brother is jack, not you, luke.

⤷ jackhughes thanks sis love you too, y/n/n.

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ynhughes missing hawaii and my boy who's now all about hockey. why did I start dating a hockey player anyway?

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trevorzegras cause you love me.

yourroommate still can't believe you guys traveled in secret.

jackhughes stop kissing my twin sister.

⤷ trevorzegras sorry, jack, but NO.

_quinnhughes mom sends kisses and asks how's college.

⤷ ynhughes sent a thousand back to her and tell her that college is amazing (I cry every night 😅

yourbestie how is it possible you don't look bad in ANY photo??

⤷ ynhughes LOOK WHO'S TALKING, I've never seen a bad shot of you.

lhughes_06 stop making me feel alone 😭

trevorzegras missing those vacations too

⤷ ynhughes i missing you more 😕

yourcollegebestie stop stalling and let's go out now, we're already late for the party, pretty!

⤷ ynhughes putting on my heels now!

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thehughesgirl at least he plays against my brothers, but that's the least of it.

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trevorzegras you are art, you are the stars and the sky, you are everything.

⤷ thehughesgirl I’m so in love with you.

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[diorsluv]

die for you , part 1

“ swear i couldn’t sleep a wink last night ”

series m. list next chapter

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→ hhinee you told me as well

→ miroheiskanen i also know

→ matt9duchene so do i

→ tseguin92 oh you told me too

→ t.harley48 don’t forget about me

→ jake30oettinger you literally told me too

→ mush__27 good lord how many people did you tell (i know about it too)

→ ilia_quadg0d_malinin you told an ENTIRE nhl team. yourusername

→ yourusername ……..i told you first…..?

→ jasonrob19 what are we talking about

nickrobertson01 that’s not one of your jackets…

→ yourusername how would you know if you haven’t been in my closet 🤨

→ nickrobertson01 you just gave me a closet tour on ft yesterday…..?

→ jasonrob19 then whose jacket is it?????

→ yourusername no one i swear it’s mine 😰😰

jamiebenn14 is that not a literal nightgown?

→ yourusername stop judging my stylistic choices 💔

→ tseguin82 THAT’S WHAT I WAS THINKING

→ yourusername you old men are NOT hip with the kids

→ jpav8 you’re breaking our hearts here 😔😔

username33 is that or is that not the outside of an ice rink???

username20 i swear to god she’s seeing trevor

username94 someone tell me i’m insane because i swear i’ve seen the ducks practice there before

→ username17 no no you’re not insane i think you’re right 😰

→ username11 lmfao maybe she just practices there too???

hhinee so to be clear, “him” is HIM right?

→ yourusername yes yes you’re right roop

→ jasonrob19 why do i not know what you’re talking about

username6 IF I’M RIGHT, i think i’ve seen that backpack in the background of one of trevor’s stories before…

logan.stankoven so what i’m hearing is if you hang out with him, you leave us alone?

→ yourusername what happened to the kid that BEGGED for my autograph when i showed up to one of the texas stars games

→ logan.stankoven YOU SAID YOU WOULD NEVER BRING THAT UP

→ yourusername 🙄

→ wyattjohnston_ HE BEGGED?????

_quinnhughes cool fit i like it 👍

→ yourusername aw thank you ☺️

→ username37 OH MY GOD IS IT QUINN

→ username72 WHAT THE FUCK WAIT A SECOND

colecaufield i see you’ve been gaining more attention..

→ yourusername are you saying i’m not successful enough to regularly get attention??

→ colecaufield oh my god YOU ALWAYS DO THIS

_alexturcotte i have never seen someone leave mid-convo as quickly as i just did

→ yourusername you were with him?

→ _alexturcotte no he just stopped typing all of a sudden

→ yourusername so you were.. texting him????

→ _alexturcotte yeah??

→ yourusername THEN HOW TF DID YOU SEE HIM LEAVE??

→ _alexturcotte I DONT FUCKING KNOW I WAS JUST YAPPING

→ yourusername you know for someone so smart, sometimes you make no sense 😭

mush__27 you being 1,500 miles away should be a crime

→ yourusername oh stop complaining i was literally back home like 8 hours ago

username17 has trevor not commented yet??

→ username99 it’s not as if he comments frequently

jake30oettinger you’re so not slick

→ yourusername that’s great i’m so glad you noticed even though you literally didn’t know until i told you!

→ jasonrob19 PLEASE GOD JUST TELL ME 😔

next chapter notes ) your bitch is back with a trevor au and this time it’s gonna be irl + smau because i was fucking STRUGGLING with feather.. and also i’m thinking of the nickname being lacey because i think it’s just so cute and also i got a whole backstory and all… 😈 but regarding ilia malinin and all of my favorite dallas stars.. yall might have to know some stars and figure skating lore for this one but i don’t really think it’s gonna affect the plot of the story or the story itself (you just might not know who anyone is 😭😭) as always if you wanna be tagged, just comment or dm me!!

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras fanfic #trevor zegras fic #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras x y/n #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #alex turcotte #cole caufield #jason robertson #nick robertson #tyler seguin #jamie benn #joe pavelski #miro heiskanen #roope hintz #mason marchment #matt duchene #thomas harley #wyatt johnston #logan stankoven #jake oettinger

[hockey-fics]

Hard to Forget ~ Trevor Zegras (and Jack Hughes)

Summary: You had a history with Trevor but it was a history you had worked hard to forget. But forgetting it becomes even harder when a new person finds their way into the middle.

Word Count: ~ 11,800

Warnings: drinking, jealousy, language, smut

You knew it would be a chaotic week, from the moment Trevor brought it up you knew that. But the reasons you thought it would be chaotic for were not exactly what they turned out to be. A week, one large secluded cabin on a lake and a handful of 20-somethings. It was really just a recipe for disaster.

But when Trevor asked if you wanted to come it didn’t take any consideration before saying yes. Trevor. You met Trevor in university, in your first year and his only year. You met in First-Year Writing Seminar, a class full of other nervous first-year students. 

You had completely expected to sit silently beside some other student for the entire year. But Trevor had plopped himself down right beside you, immediately striking up a conversation. You exchanged numbers that day, under the guise of meeting up to study together. But studying together rarely happened. Sure, the first time you hung out outside of class was supposed to be to study, but instead you spent 4 hours talking and laughing together at a table tucked away in the corner of Starbucks.

From that point on you rarely went a few days without seeing each other. He would drag you to parties you didn’t want to go to but would inevitably have a great time at. You would convince him that he did in fact need to study for his exams even though he was just at BU to play hockey. He would come back to your dorm after class and spend the entire afternoon distracting you from your own studying. You would go to almost all of his games that he had at Agganis Arena, even when your friends were begging you to stop spending so many weekend evenings at the arena. 

But there was one night in the midst of your friendship with Trevor that was different. You went with Trevor to a party at an apartment that you had never been to before, still to this day not knowing who lived there. When people began to trickle out late into the night Trevor offered to walk you home. It was only a ten minute walk back to your dorm but you took him up on the offer. When you got there you invited him in, drunken giggling and hushing each other till you were behind the privacy of your bedroom door. You flopped onto your bed, head spinning with alcohol as you stared at the ceiling. Trevor joined you a second later with a mutual understanding of your shared intoxication. You don’t even know how it happened or who initiated it. But it wasn’t long before you were laying next to each other on the small bed, bodies naked, flushed and sweaty, breathing heavily. 

When you woke up the next morning, nearly on top of Trevor, you knew a discussion needed to be had. So you asked Trevor what it meant, what he wanted, where things were going to go. And he told you that it didn’t mean anything, that he just wanted to forget about it and keep things the way they were. It hurt. It hurt more than you wanted to admit, so you didn’t admit it. You pretended you were fine with that and you did just what he requested. So you two spent the rest of the year being just friends again. And when he moved to Anaheim it was easier to do that. Because you didn’t talk as often and when you did you had so much to catch up on that you weren’t tempted to turn every silence in a conversation into a conversation about what happened that night. You did stay close with Trevor though. Both of you would take little trips here and there to see each other, keeping in touch through an endless stream of texts and many FaceTime calls. 

So when Trevor invited you on the trip of course you jumped at the opportunity. Because you missed him. Because maybe you were still in love with him. Because truthfully, you would do anything to spend even a little more time with.

You had to fly in to go to the cabin, something that Trevor financially helped you with despite your many protests. He picked you up from the airport, packing your bags into his rental car before the two of you went to the grocery store and the liquor store to stock up for the week. 

Before you knew it you were on your way to the cabin, an hour and a half out of the city. You had claimed AUX, knowing exactly what Trevor would play if you didn’t and wanting a little variety. 

“Who is this?” Trevor asks, glancing over to you in his passenger’s seat. You had one leg tucked underneath you, windows open, hair tousling around your face. 

“You wouldn’t know him,” you tease with a playful smile. 

“Oh-kay,” Trevor says, drawing out the word. “You’re so cool, I get it.”

Giggling you twist your body towards him, barely able to take your eyes off him. You knew you were still into him. You always had been. But you were supposed to just forget it, you had heard that loud and clear. “Well I’m glad you can admit how cool I am.”

“At least you’re not singing,” Trevor jokes, glancing over at you with a smirk. 

“Yet,” you chime in, giggling as you scroll through your Spotify playlist. Now you had to look for a song you could sing at the top of your lungs after that comment. And you do, blasting Cruel Summer, singing loudly with every word of the song engrained deeply in your brain. Of course you noticed the occasional glance from Trevor, taking his eyes off the road just long enough to take in your performance, his lips never dropping from that same intoxicating smile that made you fall for him so long ago.

The energy in that Budget Rental SUV doesn’t drop for the entirety of the drive, even managing to get Trevor to join in your karaoke session for a few songs here and there. When he turns off the car in the driveway of the massive vacation cottage it quickly hits you that you were no longer in the presence of broke college students. After dragging your stuff inside you’re met with an onslaught of people you had mostly only heard about. The round of introductions ends with Jack who quickly swoops in to pick your bags up off the ground for you. 

“You two weren’t early enough to claim one of the nice rooms,” Jack states, leading the way across the living room towards the stairs. 

“One room?” you whisper, looking behind you as Trevor drags his own bag along with him. 

“I, um…yeah, I hope…is that okay?” Trevor asks, hanging back at the bottom of the stairs as Jack continues on with your bag. “I’m sure I can just sleep on the couch down here if it’s not, I don’t think anyone has claimed that yet.”

“No, no…I mean, yeah, that’s fine,” you stammer, quickly turning around to scurry up the stairs before Trevor could see the ways your cheeks were flushing. 

In the bedroom you watch Jack set your bags down, stepping back towards the door. When your eyes lock with his you’re immediately struck with something deep inside you. “We were going to head down to to the lake and go swimming in a bit if you guys are down,” Jack tells you, his eyes locked on yours for a length of time that makes your heart flutter. 

“Sure, yeah,” Trevor states loudly. “We’ll be down in a bit, thanks, man.”

You watch Jack leave the room, closing the door on his way out, before you look back at Trevor. “Well I didn’t realize all your friends are just as hot as you,” you joke, pulling your suitcase up onto the bed to find a bathing suit. 

“Relax,” Trevor mutters, shaking his head. “Are you going to be like this for the whole week?”

“Like what?” you ask, pulling a red bikini out of your suitcase. 

“So fucking horny.”

Your eyes widen as you look over at Trevor. “Jesus Christ,” you mutter. “I’m not ‘so fucking horny’…calm down.” Turning around you walk to the door, yanking it open. 

“Where are you going?” Trevor asks before you can get out through the door. 

Turning around you look back over at him, rolling your eyes. “To fuck all of your friends because I’m so fucking horny,” you state sarcastically. “I’m going to find a bathroom to change in,” you tell him honestly, lifting the bikini in your hand for emphasis. 

Trevor simply shakes his head, letting you leave without further comment. After changing into your bikini you pull your shorts back on, already feeling a little too exposed without your shirt. Making your way back to the bedroom you push the door open, finding the room empty. 

Sighing you toss your shirt down onto the bed, picking up one of the beach towels you had packed before hurrying down the stairs. You find Trevor in the midst of a conversation, hanging back as you watch him for a few seconds. 

Jack turns his head away from the conversation, eyes locking with yours. You watch his eyes linger on you for a bit before shifting to the side, nodding for you to come join the conversation. 

“Do you want a drink or anything?” Jack asks you as you step closer to him. 

“We, um, we brought some stuff,” you stammer, unsure why you were suddenly feeling so shy and nervous. 

Jack nods, glancing over to the fridge and then back to you, realizing Trevor must have put the drinks in the fridge while you were changing.. “No pressure but we’ve all been drinking for awhile.”

Laughing under your breath you look over at Trevor, his hands still empty. Extending your hand you set it on his arm, catching his attention. “Want me to grab you a drink?”

Trevor’s eyes land on you for the first time since you got down there and you watch them slide down your body, pausing on your chest for a second longer than you would have expected. “I, uh…yeah, sure.”

Slipping out of the circle of conversation you head around the island in the kitchen to the fridge. Pulling a cooler out for yourself you grab one of Trevor’s bottles of beer. Spinning around you begin pulling drawers open, digging through them in search of a bottle opener. 

Jack is at your side by the time you get the third drawer open. “Looking for a bottle opener?” Jack asks. 

“Yeah, do you have one?”

“No,” Jack says, pulling the bottle from your hand. You watch him line the edge of the bottle lid up with the counter, slamming the palm of his hand onto the top of it. The lid pops off easily, digging into the laminate countertops. 

Giggling you point to the tiny little marks left on the edge of the counter. “Guess you’re paying the damage deposit on this place,” you tease. 

Jack shrugs, setting the open bottle down on the counter between you and him. “Not a problem.”

“Oh, I bet it’s not,” you reply with a laugh. “I’ve heard about that contact of yours.”

Jack chuckles, shaking his head as he stares down at the counter. “Yeah? Was it Z bitching about it?”

Giggling you slide your hand across the counter, wrapping it around the bottle of beer. “I think he’s pretty set himself.” Turning around you head back out of the kitchen, handing the bottle for beer to Trevor. “Is that okay?”

Trevor take the bottle, wrapping his arm around his your shoulders. “Of course, thank you.”

A moment later the group progresses out from the house down to the beach. You drop your towel onto the ground before shimmying yourself out of your shorts, kicking off your shoes. Looking over you see Trevor standing inches from the water and you hurry over to his side. “Is it cold?”

“It’s not bad,” Trevor says as he steps into the water, letting the gentle waves lap against his legs. 

Leaning down you run your hands through the water, a shiver running down your spine. “That’s a lie,” you state, standing up next to him. 

“You’re just wimpy,” Trevor teases, stepping around you and heading towards the dock that stretched out over the lake. 

Reaching over you attempt to playfully swat his arm, your fingers barely brushing against him as he steps around you. “I am not,” you state, following after him onto the dock. 

“No?” Trevor asks with a playful smirk that makes you instinctively step back away from him. 

You watch him step closer, his hands stretched out in front of him and you try to grab them, not knowing where he was going. “No,” you giggle, backing away as Trevor gets closer. “Trevor, I’m serious, whatever you’re about to do…don’t.”

Despite your pleading Trevor has his hands on you a second later, scooping you up into his arms, holding you against him as he walks towards the end of the dock. “I swear to God,” you mutter, squirming in his arms. “Trev, if I’m going in you’re coming with me.”

“I doubt that,” Trevor chuckles, stepping to the edge of the dock. You feel him stepping back, building up momentum and you quickly wrap your arms around him. 

Just as you had said you drag Trevor down into the lake with you as you plummet below the surface of the cool water. Quickly orienting yourself you emerge from the water, inhaling a sharp breath of air. “You’re such an asshole,” you exclaim, grasping onto Trevor’s shoulders, trying your hardest to push him back under. 

“What? Are you trying to drown me?” Trevor asks, easily keeping himself afloat as his hands find your hips under the surface of the water, pulling you into him. 

Your legs wrap around his waist, not knowing how else to handle the way he was pulling you into him. “Maybe,” you hum, giggling quietly, arms resting over Trevor’s shoulders. “It’s only fair after you tried to do it to me.”

“I wouldn’t let you drown. I’d save you.”

“Okay, Hasselhoff,” you tease. 

Before you have a chance to say anything more you hear someone yelling from the beach, asking if the water was okay. Looking over your shoulder you see Cole standing a few feet away from the threat of the cold water. “No,” you call to him. “But Trev will be right there to make you get in any way.”

Looking back to Trevor you clamber about his body, till you were on his back, arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs around his torso. “You made me get in, you’re taking me out,” you giggle. 

“Of course, your highness,” Trevor says, swimming back towards the shore. 

As Trevor gets further out of the water you let one leg go to stand up, feeling Trevor’s hand slip under your knee, keeping your leg around him. “I swear to god, Trev, if you throw me back into the water I’m hitchhiking back to the airport.”

Trevor chuckles, carrying you to where you had left your towel, crouching down till your legs hit the ground. “I’m not that mean.”

“Yes, you are,” you giggle, fixing your towel before sitting down onto it, leaning back on your arms. “Now go get Cole into the water.”

“It’s been like six hours, are you sick of me already?”

“Yes,” you joke, leaning back onto your elbows, letting the hot sun dry your skin. 

Trevor shakes his head, taking a step away from. “Remember that when you’re six drinks in and you won’t let me out of your sight.”

Rolling your eyes you reach over, picking up your drink at the reminder of the drinking aspect of this trip. “Shut up,” you tell him, taking a sip of your drink. “That was like three years ago.”

“We’ll see,” Trevor chuckles, heading down the beach towards the group standing along the shoreline, drinks in everyones hand as they stare at the water.

You’re not alone for more than a few minutes before Jack is sinking into the sand next to you. “You’re not what I expected,” he tells you. 

“What did you expect?” you ask, glancing over at him. 

“I-,” Jack begins, cutting himself off with a chuckle. “I don’t really know.”

“Well at least tell me if I’m better or worse than you expected.”

“Better,” Jack states without a second of hesitation. “Definitely better,” he breathes out. 

“Well I’m glad to hear that,” you tell him, looking down at his empty hands. “Where’s your drink?”

“Empty,” Jack tells you with a shrug. 

“You know, I think there’s a pretty easy solution to that issue.”

“And what’s that?” Jack jokes. 

Pulling yourself to your feet you reach down, taking Jack’s hand and doing your best to yank him up to his feet. “I’m sure I can finish this one by the time we get inside,” you tell him, tipping your can back to take another large gulp of your drink. 

“Impressive,” Jack laughs, waiting for you before heading back up the beach to the house. The air inside it cool, sending a shiver down your spine as you make your way to the kitchen, finding the bag for empty cans before tossing yours in there. “What are you drinking?” Jack asks, standing in front of the open fridge. 

“The vodka sodas,” you admit with a laugh. 

“Makes sense,” Jack teases, grabbing one for you before taking one of his own drinks for himself. 

“Do you want a shot?” you ask, looking over at the bottle of vodka you and Trevor had brought up. 

Jack’s eyes dart to the time on the stove, chuckling as he looks back to you. “It’s six pm.”

“Isn’t five the acceptable drinking time or whatever? Nobody said what type of drink it has to be.”

Jack hesitates, staring down at the bottle of vodka for a second before nodding. “Yeah, okay.”

Quickly you grab the vodka and a couple shot glasses, not giving Jack time to back out. Pouring them you slide one towards him, picking your own up. With a quick cheers and tap to the table you throw the shot back, the burning making its way to your stomach as you chase it with your drink. 

“Fuck,” Jack winces, laughing as he takes a swig of his beer. “That’s awful.”

Giggling you put the bottle back, picking up the one beside it. “How do you feel about tequila?” 

“Not much better,” Jack admits with a chuckle. “But I can handle it.”

“Of course you can,” you laugh, setting the bottle down in front of him. “Cause there’s nothing you can’t handle, right?” you tease.

“You want me to do one right now?” Jack asks, eyes shifting nervously to the bottle. 

“I want us to do one right now…I mean, if there’s nothing you can’t handle.”

Jack chuckles, a groan following seconds later. “Fine.”

You pour two shots, reaching over and grabbing Jack’s hand as he reaches for the shot. “Wait, I was joking around, I really don’t want to pressure you into doing this if you don’t want to.”

Jack’s eyebrows furrow, lips curling into a smile. “You’re cute,” he comments, glancing down at the counter. “But no, I want to.”

You can feel your cheeks warming and you’re fairly certain it wasn’t from the shot you had just taken. Picking your glass up you go through the same routine, cheers, counter, lips. Wincing you take another large gulp of your drink followed by a deep breath. “I don’t know if I’m going to make it past nine,” you joke. 

“That’s not my fault, I came in here for one drink.” 

“You’re right, it’s not your fault. But it might be my fault if you don’t make it past nine.”

“You’re underestimating me.”

Rolling your eyes you lean back into the counter, looking up at Jack, standing in front of you. “Am I?”

Jack nods, his eyes transfixed on you in a way that made you both nervous and excited, your stomach filling with butterflies and your cheeks warm. “You’ll see,” Jack tells you. 

“I guess I will,” you whisper, taking another sip of your drink, your eyes barely breaking away from Jack’s gaze. 

“What’s going on in here?”

Looking over your shoulder you see Cole step inside, eyes narrowing as he closes the door behind him. 

“Do you want a shot?” 

“Of?” Cole asks, pulling the fridge open to grab himself a beer. 

“Vodka, tequila, I think we brought rum…whatever you’d like,” you tell him, watching him look back and forth between the two of you like you were luring him into a trap. 

“How many have you guys had already?” Cole asks, setting his beer down before grabbing the tequila and setting it in front of you. 

“Just a couple,” you tell him honestly, pouring him a shot, sliding it over to him. 

“I’m doing this by myself?” Cole asks, picking up the glass as you give him a nod of encouragement. He gets it down quickly, his hand slamming against the edge of the counter letting you know it was less than an enjoyable experience. 

A second later you hear you the door open, looking over to find Alex stepping inside. “Do you want a shot?” you call to him before anyone can say anything. 

“Don’t,” Cole warns. “She’s convincing but that’s awful tequila.”

“You want to try to the vodka instead?” you joke. 

“Absolutely not,” Cole chuckles, picking up his beer and heading back out the door. 

“I think I’m going to pass on the shots,” Alex tells you with a breath of laughter, grabbing himself a water from the fridge. “Z’s looking for you, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you,” you tell Alex. Reaching into one of the bags you brought you pull out a red solo cup, pouring a shot of tequila into it. Heading outside with Jack you plop yourself down next to where Trevor was sitting. “Heard you were looking for me.”

“I figured you couldn’t have gotten far,” Trevor comments, watching you with furrowed eyebrows as you hand him the plastic cup. “What’s this?”

“You gotta keep up,” you tell him with a mischievous smirk. 

“How many have you had?” Trevor asks, staring into the cup at the small amount of liquid sitting at the bottom. 

“A couple.” You watch him take the shot, chasing it with his beer, though it doesn’t seem to do much as he lets out a shuddering breath. 

“You’re a menace, you know that?” 

Shrugging you lean over, resting your head on his shoulder. “You love it.”

“Yeah,” Trevor breathes out, his arm slipping behind you. “I do.”

By the time the clock hits midnight that night you had lost track of how many drinks you had consumed that day. You were doing a decent job keeping yourself at a steady level of just drunk enough to maybe be able to convince someone you weren’t drunk at all if you used every ounce of your focus. Beer pong had made it’s way into the evening activities, the patio table covered in puddles of water from spilled cups.

It was game four, you and Trevor undefeated. “When’d you get so good at this?” Trevor asks, his hands on your hips as he stands behind you, the other team taking their turn. 

“You missed a lot in the last three years of university,” you quip, pressing your body back into him, your head tipping onto his shoulder. 

“I guess I did miss a lot,” he mumbles, sighing quietly. 

“Don’t sound so sad, you didn’t want to be there to begin with.”

Trevor chuckles, taking one hand off your hips to turn you around and face him. “I don’t care what I missed in school, I care about what I missed with you.” 

“Uh oh,” you giggle, shaking your head. “Someone’s become a sappy drunk.”

“Shut up,” Trevor groans, turning his attention to the pong table again, throwing his ball and watching it bounce off the rim of the last cup. 

“It’s okay…I like it,” you tell him, picking up your ball to take your shot. You watch it easily sail into the last remaining cup, surprising even you. 

“Oh, shit,” Trevor exclaims, wrapping his arms around you excitedly. 

“Trev, they get redemption,” you laugh, wiggling out of his grasp as you watch neither of the other team’s shots go into your remaining cups. “Now you can celebrate,” you tease. 

“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” Trevor states, his hands around your arms. 

Laughing you shake your head, not expecting to see this level of drunk out of him yet. “I’m just good at beer pong, I’m not doing anything that spectacular.”

You hang around after your last game for a few more drinks before sneaking off to bed, leaving Trevor to continue drinking with his friends for awhile longer. 

It was just after three in the morning, only hours after you had originally fallen asleep, when you woke up again. You could feel the slight headache, knowing it would only build into something worse by the time the morning rolled around. Groaning you pull yourself out of the bed, slipping out of your room and sneaking down to the kitchen. You didn’t want to turn on too many lights, not wanting to wake anyone in the bedrooms downstairs, using the dim light from above the stove to find yourself a glass, filling it with water. 

Turning around to lean against the counter your eyes catch a figure coming into the kitchen, making you jump. “Holy shit,” you breathe out, laughing quietly. 

“Sorry,” Jack chuckles. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I’m just a jumpy person, you’re totally fine,” you tell him, taking a large gulp of your glass of water. 

“Didn’t expect you to still be up,” Jack comments, pulling a gatorade out of the fridge, letting you know he was also on his way towards a hangover. “You two were pretty quiet up there.”

“Hmm?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing. A moment later you realize what he was getting at. “No, we’re not,” you state. “I mean, together, we’re not together…we’re not doing anything together,” you stammer, face reddening. 

“Really?” Jack questions, eyes narrowing. 

“Yes, really…why? Did he say something else?”

“No,” Jack states quickly. “No, he didn’t. I just, I saw you on the beach and you’re sharing a room and I assumed…you know.”

“No, I mean, that’s totally fair,” you say with a shrug. “But we’re just friends, nothing else,” you tell him, thinking back to the morning after you and Trevor had slept together. Just friends. That’s all he wanted with you. Bringing your glass to your lips you finish off what was left in your glass, turning around to fill it up again. 

“Do you want a gatorade or anything? Might help more than water,” Jack offers. 

Turning back around you take another sip of your water. “I’ll be okay with just water, but you don’t happen to have any Advil or anything do you?”

Jack chuckles, nodding in response. “Yeah, I do,” he tells you, nodding in the direction of the stairs. 

Following after him you stop in the doorway of his room, watching him digging through his bag. You hear the rattle of pills in the bottle, almost sighing in relief as he bring it over to you. Taking the bottle from Jack you tip a couple pills into your hand. “Thank you,” you whisper. 

“Of course,” Jack says, voice soft as he runs his hand through his hair. “Let me know if you need anything else, okay?” 

“Thank you,” you repeat, your eyes falling to Jack’s lips, your own parted slightly as you inhale deeply. You watch Jack shift closer, his own eyes moving from yours to your lips. Perhaps it was the alcohol, maybe it was something else. But the sober part of your brain was screaming at you loud enough for you to take a tiny step back. “Goodnight, Jack,” you whisper. 

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Jack replies, watching as you turn around, heading back down to the hallway to the bedroom you were sharing with Trevor. 

After falling asleep for the second time that night you manage to stay asleep till the morning. You woke up with a headache that was only a fraction of what you had expected, most little due to the Advil Jack had spared. Rolling over you notice Trevor’s side of the bed was empty and you slowly pull yourself out of bed. Changing out of Trevor’s t-shirt you had stolen to sleep in and into one of your own t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Heading downstairs you find the state of the room in much the same shape as you were feeling, quiet and clutching bottles of water or gatorade. 

“There she is,” Trevor announces as you step into the room. He opens his arm to you where he was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room. 

Slowly you make your way over to him, sitting down in his lap without a second of hesitation, not wanting to stay standing for longer than necessary. 

“How you feeling?” Trevor whispers, wrapping his arms around you. 

“Been better,” you say with a quiet laugh, laying your head on his shoulder. “Probably would’ve been worse if Jack hadn’t spared some Advil though.”

“When did Jack give you Advil?” Trevor asks, tone sharp, fingers tightening on your arm. 

“Last night,” you mumble, pulling your phone from your pocket, unlocking it to check on the notifications that had built up since you had started drinking the night before. 

“When?” Trevor repeats, his voice sharp enough this time to draw your complete attention. 

“I don’t know,” you mutter with a shrug. “Maybe like three or something. He came down when I was getting some water.”

“With Advil?”

“No,” you giggle. “But I asked if he had any.”

Trevor nods slowly, running his hand along your arm. “I have Advil.”

“Okay,” you say, drawing the word out. “But you were asleep.”

“Just wake me up next time, okay?”

“Okay,” you reply with narrowed eyes, shaking your head before turning your focus back to your phone. 

You’re not sure how long everyone sits there in silence on their phones before someone suggests making something for breakfast. It was most definitely lunch at that point but you volunteered to help out either way. 

In the kitchen you pull a carton of eggs from the fridge, beginning on your task of scrambled eggs. “Need any help?” Trevor asks, standing at your side, watching you crack egg after egg into a large bowl. 

“I think I can handle this,” you tell him as you crack another egg, a sizeable piece of shell falling into the bowl. “You didn’t see that,” you laugh, attempting to fish it out with a fork. 

“Oh, I definitely did,” Trevor teases. “Are you allowed to be this bad of a cook now that you’re not a college student?”

“I graduated like two months ago,” you exclaim. “I’d like to see you do better.”

“Okay,” Trevor states, hands on your hips as he shuffles you out of the way. You wished you could say that when he touched you like that it didn’t make you feel anything, but you simply couldn’t. But you could pretend. At the very least you had experience in pretending. 

You watch Trevor crack the remainder of the eggs into the bowl without a problem, knowing exactly what was about to come. So when Trevor turns in your direction you shake your head, stopping him before he had the chance. “Don’t,” you warn with a giggle. 

“Fine,” Trevor smirks. “I’ll give you a break this time.”

“Actually, since you’re such a great cook I think I’m going to let you take over here,” you tell him stepping back to head around the island in the kitchen. 

“No,” Trevor breathes, shaking his head. “You volunteered.”

“Well now I’m volunteering you,” you tell him. Walking around to the side of the island with a row of barstools you slide onto the one next to Jack, resting your elbows on the counter. “We’ve got the front row seats.”

“Oh yeah, who needs Food Network?” Jack jokes. 

Laughing softly you turn your head to look over at him. “Thanks again for the Advil last night, I’d probably still be in bed without it.”

“Yeah, it was no problem, really,” Jack shrugs. “How do you like your toast?”

Your eyebrows furrow as you stare at Jack. You watch him nod towards where Alex was standing in front of the toaster, a blank stare across the kitchen as smoke pours out from the toaster. “What is that considered?”

“Well done, probably.”

“I must be a medium rare type of person, I guess,” you laugh, leaning into the counter as you watch Alex remain unaware of anything happening around him. 

“Alex,” Jack calls, catching his attention. “Need a sub out on toaster duty or what?”

“Fuck…shit,” Alex stammers, fingers hammering at every button on the toaster till the blackened pieces of toast lift from the toaster. “Yeah, no, I’m good,” Alex chuckles, setting a couple more pieces into the toaster. 

Eventually the meal is assembled and at that point there was no denying it was lunch as you all sat down at the table, clock nearing one in the afternoon. After the meal is finished and dishes are at least halfway dealt with everyone heads outside to at least enjoy the latter half of the day not sitting inside. 

You spend most of the day laying on the beach, keeping yourself entertained with an endless scroll of Instagram posts next to the cooler of drinks and the patchwork of beach towels laying on the sand. And you’re still at it when you notice a body land on the sand next to you. “How’s it going over here?”

Looking over you squint into the bright sunlight up at Jack. “Pretty good, gotta keep up to date with the celebrity news.”

“Right, yeah,” Jack chuckles. “I just…are you okay over here?”

“What do you mean?” you ask with a nervous laugh, sitting up to be at the same level as him, not sure what was going on. 

Jack shrugs, picking up a small rock from the sand beside him, tossing it down towards the water. “Just, like, don’t want to leave you out or anything,” Jack mumbles. “We were talking about playing beach volleyball if you want to play.”

Hesitating for a second you glance over to where Trevor was standing, laughing about something, shirtless and more attractive than ever. “Yeah, sure,” you say to Jack, pulling yourself to your feet and tugging your shorts on before walking with Jack towards the group that had gathered near the volleyball net. 

Trevor turns his head, doing a double take when he sees you approaching. “You’re actually going to play?”

“Yes,” you tell him with a giggle as he throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his warm body. 

“Well I don’t want you on my team,” Trevor jokes, smirking down at you.

“Fuck off,” you laugh, ducking out from under his arm with a playful shove. “I’m not that bad.”

“I know,” Trevor laughs, reaching over and grabbing your hand, pulling you back in front of him. “Of course you’re going to be on my team.”

Swallowing heavily you stare up at Trevor, heart racing as he looks down at you. “Okay,” you whisper, not able to think clearly or quickly enough to say much more. 

“Alright, are we playing or not?” Alex calls and you’re more than grateful for him breaking you out of the moment you were stuck in. 

You’re able to clear your mind of your racing thoughts by the time the game begins, though you were pretty sure the intensity of the game would have done it for you if you hadn’t. By the end of the game you were breathing heavily, desperate for a drink that wasn’t alcoholic. But at least you had won, even if it took all the energy your half-hungover, half-tipsy body could muster up. 

Turning around you look over at Trevor, shaking your head as he walks over, lifting his arms. You bring your own up, the high-five ending with his hands wrapped around yours as he chuckles at your breathless state. “Don’t say anything about it,” you laugh. “I don’t get paid to workout.”

“Fine,” Trevor chuckles, handing you his bottle of water. “You did good though.”

“Thanks,” you tell him, taking the water from him gratefully. “You want to go swim?”

“Oh, now you want to go in?” Trevor teases. “Yeah, I’ll come with you.”

So you head to the edge of the water, shimmying out of your shorts before you slowly make your way into cool water. “It’s so cold,” you giggle as Trevor throws himself into it. 

“Get in quicker, it’s easier.” 

“No,” you protest, readying yourself for a fight as Trevor approaches. “Don’t.”

“Relax,” Trevor chuckles, hanging back as he lets you get into the water at your own pace this time. Once you’re in you had to agree, the cool water felt nice against your warm skin, the heat from hours in the direct sun slowly easing up. 

You follow Trevor deeper into the lake, till you’re at his side. You feel his hand wrap around your waist, pulling you into him again. “You know I can swim, right?” 

“No,” Trevor jokes, receiving an eye roll from you in response. “You’ve looked really hot this trip,” Trevor tells you, voice low as his eyes lock with yours. 

“Shut up,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Now you’re the one that’s so fucking horny…you need to get laid or something.”

“I’m quite fine in that department,” Trevor states with a confidence that makes you question the truth of that. 

“Yeah?�� you ask, giggling as you place your fingers and thumb on his jaw, turning his head to look at you. Your face was close enough to his to cause the familiar desires building inside you, the way your body would ache for his touch. “Have you? Tell me all about it,” you joke.

“You’d like that,” Trevor comments and his lips are so close to yours you have to use every bit of restraint not to kiss him right there. 

“I know all I need to know,” you whisper.

“Right,” Trevor mutters, his grip on you loosening as he lets you drift a little further away. 

“Trev, I’m sorry, I-,” you begin, mind flashing back to his words all those years ago. ‘Let’s just forget it happened.’

“No…no, you’re fine,” Trevor assures you, twisting you in his arms till you were on his back, swimming back into the shallower portion of the lake. Once you could touch the ground you free yourself from Trevor, heading out of the water to resume your position of laying on your towel, letting the warmth of the sun sink into your skin. Only this time your mind was racing with thoughts and regrets for bringing it back up. 

Thankfully the day takes a turn towards alcohol shortly after, the rest of the night falling into the same rhythm as the first night. You take too many shots, play too many rounds of beer pong, and sneak away to head to bed before everyone else. 

Day three you had expected to go much the same as the first days. That was until you made your way down the stairs, the large windows revealing the grey sky, sheets of rain pouring from it. “Well that sucks,” you state, glancing back at Trevor who was just steps behind you. 

“Does it?” Trevor chuckles, wincing at the brightness of the living room. “I think I need to just lay still for awhile.”

Laughing you nudge Trevor towards the couch, grabbing some water from the kitchen before curling up next to him on the couch. He’s in the corner of the sectional, your back pressed to his chest. And you two stay like that for most of the day, others joining you now and then to watch parts of whatever movie Trevor picked from the Netflix suggestions. 

The energy in the house that day was significantly lowered, by the time the sun was set people were already trickling off to their own rooms. 

It was nearly eleven when Trevor pushes himself up from the couch, stretching his arms over his head. “I’m heading to bed, you coming?”

“I think I’ll stay down here and watch tv for a bit longer,” you tell him, lifting your head to let him get up from the couch. 

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit,” Trevor tells you, heading up the stairs to the second floor. 

Turning your attention to the TV you focus on the rest of the episode of Community that was playing. 

“You’re all alone, hey?”

Looking over you watch Jack walk into the living room, flopping down onto the chair beside the couch. “Yeah, I was abandoned,” you joke. 

“That’s too bad,” Jack chuckles. “You’re staying up for a bit?”

“I don’t really know, I’m not super tired but this isn’t very exciting,” you admit with a breath of laughter. 

“Do you smoke?”

“Yeah…I mean, like, weed?”

“Yeah,” Jack chuckles. “Do you want to?”

“Sure,” you tell him, sitting up and turning your attention to him, watching him stand up and head towards the stairs. 

“You coming?” Jack asks. 

Quickly you shut the TV off, picking up your phone and bottle of water before hurrying after him. You follow him into his room, hanging around near the dresser on the edge of the wall as you watch him dig through a duffel bag, pulling out a baggie with a few pre-rolled joints. 

“You can sit down,” Jack tells you, sitting down himself. You watch closely as he picks up a lighter, taking a joint out of the bag and tossing the rest to the side. 

“Are you sure this is okay?” 

Jack turns his attention away from the lighter in his hand, eyes narrowing. “It’s just weed.”

“No,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Smoking it inside.”

Jack seems to contemplate it again, looking over at the open window before shrugging. “Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

“Alright,” you reply with a shrug, watching him light the joint in his hand. After a couple silent rounds, passing it back and forth while holding back coughs, Jack presses the filter into a glass on the bedside table.

“Gross,” you comment, eyes flicking back from the glass to Jack as he leans back against the headboard. 

“What did you want me to do with it?” Jack chuckles.

Shrugging you extend your hands behind you, leaning back onto your arms, eyes on the ceiling. “I don’t know, I don’t usually smoke inside.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Jack admits. “Are you still living in Boston?” 

You’re frozen in place for a second, foggy brain needing a second to realize how he knew you were there at all. Because that’s where you met Trevor, that’s probably one of the only things he knew about you. “Yeah, sorta,” you tell him, laughing quietly. “I just graduated so-.”

“Congratulations,” Jack interrupts, making you laugh again. 

“Thanks,” you say with a soft smile. “So I don’t know…I might stay there, I might look for a job somewhere else, I’m not sure.”

“I’ve heard California is pretty nice.”

“Yeah?” you ask with a playful smile. “Who’d you hear that from?”

Jack chuckles, glancing down at his hands that were sitting in his lap, legs spread out in front of him. “What happened with you two?”

Shaking your head slowly you shift further onto the bed. Turning towards him you cross your leg in front of you, your knee brushing against his thigh. You contemplate shuffling back but you stay there, trying not to make it obvious how much that simple touch was filling your stomach with butterflies. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, it’s just hard to believe that you two haven’t, you know, done anything together.”

Your lungs draw in a sharp breath, lips parting, the truth almost spilling out before you can stop yourself. “Yeah, no, we’ve never…you know. We’re just friends.”

Jack nods slowly, a few minutes of contemplative silence. Looking across the room Jack’s eyes land on the TV mounted on the wall. “Do you want to watch something?”

“Sure,” you whisper, watching him pick up the remote, your eyes transfixed on his hands. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking about him like this. But you couldn’t help it. Perhaps sober you could, but the rational part of your mind had vanished some point between your first and fifth lungful of smoke.

“Any suggestions?” Jack asks, drawing your attention back up to his eyes. 

“No, I’m fine with anything,” you tell him, turning to lean against the headboard beside him. 

Jack takes your answer very literally, pressing play on the first movie suggestion that came up on Netflix. Setting the remote down he places his hand down on your knee, an unsteady breath leaving your lips in response. When you turn your head you find that Jack was already looking at you. 

You try to make sense of the situation, your heart racing. Your eyes unconsciously fall to Jack’s lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. He’s moving slowly, like he was watching for an signs of hesitation from you. But you don’t stop him as he slides his hand along your jaw, fingers resting on the back of your head. 

Trying to steady your breathing you let yourself lean closer, let yourself melt away into the moment. But when you feel his breath on your lips you find there really was some hesitation hidden in your hazy mind. “We shouldn’t do this, right?” you whisper. 

“No, probably not,” Jack admits. 

Part of you wanted to go on anyway, but you couldn’t. Something, somewhere inside you, was telling you not to go any further. So you don’t. Slowly you pull away, your eyes lingering on his chest for awhile, uncertain of what to say. “I don’t think we should-.”

“It’s okay,” Jack interrupts, shaking his head. “I get it.”

You weren’t sure if he really did get it but you nod anyway, thankful to not need to go any further into an explanation. “I can go now,” you whisper. 

Jack gestures towards the TV at the movie that was playing. “You don’t want to stay and watch? It looks like it’ll be good,” Jack comments, the two of you staring at the screen where some of the worst acting you had ever seen was occurring. 

Laughing quietly you lean back beside him. “You’re right, this might become my favourite movie.”

So the two of you watch the movie together. By the time you hit the halfway mark you were both laying down, your head resting on Jack’s shoulder, his arm around your back. And by the time the movie had ended you had long since fallen asleep, the movie most definitely not anybody’s favourite. 

Waking the next morning you need a few minutes to process where you were and what had happened to get you there. The events of the night before come rushing in, rolling out of Jack’s arms as you sit up, staring at the wall for a moment as you gather your thoughts. 

“You okay?” Jack mumbles tiredly. 

Looking over your shoulder you nod quickly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” you assure him. “I’m going to, uh, head downstairs.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second too,” Jack tells you. 

Slipping out of Jack’s bedroom you make a stop in the bathroom. Brushing your teeth and hair and staring at your reflection in the mirror for a few minutes too long, taking in the circles under your eyes, the late nights wearing on you. Finally you head back into the hallway, finding Jack heading down the stairs just a moment before you. 

When your feet hit the floor of the living room you can sense the strange energy in the room before anyone even says anything. 

“Yeah…of course,” Trevor states, glancing across the room at Alex. 

“Shit,” Alex breathes out. “Do you guys need a minute?”

Trevor shakes his head, turning his attention back to his phone. “Nah, it doesn’t matter.”

Your eyes are shifting around the room, a sinking feeling in your chest. Slowly you make your way to the couch, sitting on the edge next to Trevor, like you weren’t sure if you were even allowed to sit down. “Hi,” you whisper, not managing to get him to look away from his phone. 

“Hey,” he replies coldly. 

“Trev,” you whisper, setting your hand on his leg. 

“Don’t,” Trevor mutters to you and you quickly recoil, not able to get your lungs to fully expand, your breaths growing shorter and quicker. 

“Trevor, what’s going on?” you whisper, voice strained as you fight to hold back your tears. 

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me what’s going on?” Trevor snaps, quickly looking from his phone to you. “Because it sure as hell looks like I brought you out here just to fuck my friends,” Trevor continues, standing up from the couch. 

“Z, man, it’s not, don’t yell at her like-,” Jack begins, not making it through his sentence before Trevor turns his anger onto him instead. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Trevor snaps at him. “I don’t want to fucking look at you right now.”

You’re scrambling to your feet as you watch Trevor heading upstairs, heart beating so fast and hard you could hear it in your ears. 

“Should give him some time,” Alex says as you step towards the stairs. 

“No,” you croak, shaking your head. “I-I can’t,” you stammer, tears filling your eyes. Without another moment of consideration you hurry up the stairs, slipping into the bedroom after him. “Trevor,” you whisper, leaning against the closed door behind you. 

“What?” Trevor snaps, turning around to look at you. 

“What are you so upset about?” you ask. Sure, you could maybe understand some level of anger at the idea of you and Jack doing anything together, but there was something else going on, you knew that much.

He doesn’t answer you, at least not with words. With a few large steps he’s standing in front of you, his hands on either side of your face as he tips your head back. His lips are on yours before you can even process what was happening. The kiss is filled with so much anger that you can almost taste it. When he pulls back you’re both breathing heavy, wide eyes staring at each other, so full of uncertainty. 

“What the fuck?” you finally exclaim, wiggling out from where you were pressed between Trevor and the door. “What the fuck was that?”

“You really hooked up with my friend when I’m so clearly in love with you?” Trevor snaps. 

“So clearly in love with me?” you ask, voice higher than you had expected. “Don’t fuck with me, Trevor.”

“I’m not,” he yells, shaking his head. 

“Really? You’re so clearly in love with me? How about after you fucked me four years ago? Were you in love with me then?” 

“Yes,” Trevor exclaims. 

“Fuck you,” you breathe out, shaking your head as you take a step back away from him. “You’re the one who told me to forget it ever happened, like it was a fucking mistake,” you remind him, voice shaky but loud. “So you don’t get to make me seem like the bad guy here. Because you broke my heart that day and I’ve had to spend every single fucking day since then pretending I was okay and it hurts…it hurts so much.”

Trevor shakes his head slowly, eyes softening as he stares across the room at you, at the tears rolling down your cheeks. “I-,” he begins, swallowing heavily. “I didn’t know, I thought…why didn’t you tell me?”

The breath of laughter that leaves your lips is cold, bitter. “Because you told me to forget that it happened, Trevor, you didn’t really make me think you were open to that conversation.” Turning around you take a few steps towards the door. “I need some space.”

Trevor tries to protest but you’re already on your way downstairs. The silence downstairs sends a wave of panic through your body, eyes down as you set your focus on the front door. But Jack is stepping in front of you, trying to get you to slow down for a second. 

“Don’t,” you whisper. “Please, Jack, I’m sorry, but I can’t…I can’t do this right now.”

“Are you okay?” Jack asks, despite your pleading. 

“No,” you croak, stepping around him and continuing on your path. Slipping on some shoes you hurry outside, the morning air still cool as you make your way down towards the beach. Flopping down onto the sand you pull your knees to your chest, curling into yourself as you try to force deep breaths into your lungs. 

Eventually you stop crying, eventually your lungs don’t feel like they’re shaking as you try to inhale. You don’t know how long you were out there, lost without your phone telling you the time. But before you can force yourself to go back inside you hear someone approaching and you keep your eyes on the lake, not knowing if you were prepared for what was about to happen. 

“Hi,” Trevor says, sitting down next to you, his own eyes transfixed on the lake. “Can we talk?”

“I guess,” you mumble. 

Trevor takes an audibly deep breath before saying anything, a moment to compose himself in the midst of the chaos. “You accepted it so easily, the idea that it didn’t mean anything and it’s not like…I’m not saying that I’m not in the wrong, but, you know, I thought it was fine. You didn’t seem upset, I just, I fucked up, I got scared, I don’t know. I don’t know what to say, I’m sorry, I didn’t know it hurt you then and I don’t want to hurt you now and I just don’t know what to do.”

Nodding slowly you reach forward, fingers turning a rock over and over. “I don’t know either.”

“I mean, I don’t want to lose you but if you want to be with him or whatever, I don’t know, I guess like, that’s fine if that’s something you want, but-.”

“Trevor, stop,” you breathe out, finally turning your attention to him. “I don’t want him. We didn’t even do anything.”

“You spent the night in his room,” Trevor points out. 

“Yeah,” you tell him. “We almost kissed, I’m not going to lie to you about that. But we didn’t…I couldn’t. I just, it didn’t feel right or whatever. We were stoned and we decided to watch a movie and fell asleep. That’s it.”

Trevor is silent for a few minutes, eyes focused somewhere out beyond the lake. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N,” Trevor whispers, turning to look at you now. 

“Me too,” you reply. “It shouldn’t have even gone as far as it did.” 

Reaching over Trevor takes your hand, slipping his fingers between yours. “So what now?”

Shrugging you stare down at your hands, squeezing his gently. “I don’t know.”

“Should we, um, just go back to the way-.”

“No,” you interrupt. “Jesus Christ, Trevor, that’s what got us into this in the first place.”

“No, you’re right, I’m sorry.”

“I also don’t think I could go back to the way we were after that kiss,” you whisper with a playful smile. 

“What?” Trevor asks, a smile spreading on his face.

“I don’t remember you taking charge like that the last time,” you tease. 

“I was nervous, why are you coming at me like this?”

“I’m not,” you say with a giggle, looking up at him. “It was good, I remember that.”

Trevor’s lips curl into a smirk, reaching over and sliding one hand along your jaw, till his fingers were on the back of your head. Leaning down he kisses you again and this time it’s not angry but it’s just as energy filled, an eager, desperate energy. 

“Trevor,” you whisper, pulling back. “I think we should go inside…deal with this, I don’t want this to ruin the trip.”

“Yeah, okay,” Trevor groans, waiting for you to climb off of his lap before standing up and following you into the house. 

It’s not as quiet as it was earlier, someone had put on music, there was conversation stemming from the living room. But the energy was still off, sending a wave of guilt through your body. The last thing you wanted was to be the cause of this trip becoming weird. 

Letting Trevor take the lead you follow him into the living room, stopping to lean against the wall, hanging back as everyone turns their attention towards you and Trevor. 

Your eyes lock with Jack and a nervous, apologetic smile spreads on your lips. 

“So-,” Trevor begins, clearing his throat. “What, um, what are we doing today?”

“No way,” Cole states, laughter filling the room. Amusement from everyone except Jack, who still hadn’t looked away from you. “There’s no way we had to listen to you two screaming at each other an hour ago and we don’t get to know what’s going on now.”

Trevor glances over at you, seemingly looking for an answer as to what to tell them. Shrugging you cross your arms over your chest, waiting for him to go on. 

“Well how much did you hear?” Trevor asks. 

“Dude, all of it,” Alex chimes in. 

Trevor nods, reaching over and taking your hand, pulling you into his side. “We’re still figuring it out.”

You watch a few exchanges of looks, a mixture of skepticism and confusion, before Alex stands up. “Well I’m going to have breakfast, does anyone want to join me?”

Sighing in relief of the change of topic you follow the group into the kitchen, leaning against the island bar as you watch Alex pull stuff out of the fridge. It’s barely minutes later when Jack steps up to the bar beside you, his body angled towards you. 

“Hi,” you whisper, turning in to him. Trevor’s eyes remain locked on you as you talk to Jack, everyone still uncertain about the situation. 

“Hey,” Jack whispers back. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, of course,” you say quickly, pushing yourself away from the counter. “Do you want to go outside?”

“Sure,” Jack says, following you through the living room and out the sliding glass door to the deck. 

Walking across the deck you sit down on the small couch, turning your body to face Jack as he sits down on the other end of the couch. “I-,” you begin, not getting far before Jack cuts you off. 

“You told me nothing ever happened between you and him,” Jack says, voice accusatory. And he had every right to be accusatory. You had lied to him, straight to his face.

“I know,” you mumble, looking down at your hands. “And I’m really sorry, I am. But it’s complicated. I, um, I thought…you know, he told me we should forget it happened and part of me thought that, you know, he was like…embarrassed that it happened. So I tried to forget and I never told anyone, he didn’t seem to want anyone to know.”

“Embarrassed?” Jack presses.

Shrugging you feel your eyes prickling with tears again, keeping your eyes focused on your lap, nervously wringing your hands. “Yeah, I mean, look at him…and he was always the centre of attention, every party we went to people just loved him so much and he could have had any girl at that school and like, why would it be me?”

“Hey, woah,” Jack mumbles, reaching over and placing his hand over yours, forcing you to stop moving them. “He’s not…he’s not like…that great.”

You can’t help but laugh at that, reaching up to wipe tears from your eyes. “That’s kind of mean.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Jack chuckles. “I just mean he’s not any better than you in any way, he’s not better looking or funnier or anything. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding. “Yeah, we, um, we talked about it a bit. It was just hard to think that for years, you know?”

“Yeah,” Jack replies, and it felt genuine, whether that was something he did understand or not. “For what it’s worth, I know he really loves you…just didn’t realize it was like that.”

Nodding slowly you reach over, pulling him into a hug. “Thanks, Jack.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jack mutters, standing up when you pull back from the hug. Following suit you head back towards the door. “But if you have like a single friend or something,” Jack jokes, making you laugh. 

“I don’t think you need a matchmaker but I’ll see what I can do,” you tell him with a laugh. Stepping inside you wait for Jack to close the door, the two of you making your way back to the kitchen. 

“Everything okay?” Trevor asks, voice tense as you slide into the spot next to him at the counter. 

“Yeah,” you assure him. “Can I talk to you upstairs?”

Trevor nods, eyes flashing with a panic that almost makes you feel bad. Taking his hand you slip from the kitchen and up the stairs, not stopping till you were behind the closed door of he bedroom. 

“What’s wrong?” Trevor asks, watching you closely. 

“Nothing,” you whisper, running your hands up his chest, one hand on the back of his neck as you gaze up at him. “I just, you know, want some…time, with you.”

Your words take a moment to sink in, but the second they do he has his hands on your waist, pushing you back against the wall. You let out a heavy breath, eyes gazing up at him through your eyelashes. 

His lips are on yours a moment later, the desperation from earlier not fading as his hands find the bottom of your shirt. Pulling back he yanks it off without hesitation, leaning back in to kiss you while his fingers make quick work of the hooks of your bra. Before you let him slide the bra straps down your arms you’re yanking on his shirt, fumbling it over his head. 

With both of you topless you place your hands on his chest, pushing him across the room before bringing your knees to either side of him on the bed. You feel his arm on your back, pulling your body closer as you lean down to kiss him again. With a soft whimper you press your hips forward, desperate for him to touch you in all the ways you had been longing for. It doesn’t take long for him to push you back to your feet, tugging your shorts off, not sparing a second before your underwear is off your body as well. 

“Fuck,” Trevor breathes out, pulling you down onto the bed next to him. He’s over top of you a second later, lips trailing down your neck to your chest as his hand slips between your legs. He draws a sharp gasp from your lips when his fingers find your clit. With gentle circles he makes you moan quietly, trying your hardest to keep your volume down. 

“Like that,” you whisper, pulling him closer to kiss him again, a desperate attempt to keep silent. It doesn’t take long before you’re squirming below him, body hit with waves of pleasure. “Holy fuck,” you whisper, pulling back as you stare up at Trevor, a breathless smile on your face. 

Slipping your hand between your bodies you run it down his torso, a smirk growing on your lips as Trevor lets out a strangled groan. When your fingers slip just below the waistband of his shorts you still your hand, watching Trevor closely. 

“Don’t,” Trevor groans, shaking his head as he runs his hand down your thigh, pulling your leg around his waist. 

“Don’t what?” you whisper, fingers toying with the waistband of his shorts. 

“Tease me like that,” Trevor mutters. 

“Then do something about it,” you reply with a mischievous smirk on your lips. 

You don’t have to tell him to take charge more than once, with him quickly standing up. Tugging his shorts and boxers off he climbs back on the bed, sliding his fingers up your thigh as he does. As he kisses you again you can feel his fingers back between your legs, sliding one inside you a second later. Pulling yourself back from the kiss you gasp quietly, hips lifting to try to get him to give you more. 

Trevor reads your body language easily, slipping another finger inside you, curling them up inside you. “Trevor, please,” you whimper. 

“Please, what?”

“You know,” you whisper, hands cupping his cheeks as you tug him down, desperate to kiss him again. “Please.”

“Tell me,” Trevor insists, pulling back to watch the look of desperation on your face. 

“I want you inside me Trevor, please, I want you to fuck me,” you plead, breath shaky. 

You watch Trevor get up and you pull yourself to lean on your elbows, eyes following him as he walks across the room. After a minute of digging through his bag he returns, condom in hand. 

“You brought condoms?” 

“Yeah,” Trevor replies easily, ripping open the package before slipping the condom on himself. 

“Why? Who did you-,” you begin. 

“You,” Trevor interrupts, pushing you further onto the bed to give himself more space to climb onto the bed over you. 

You lips part slightly, knowing this was most definitely something you could tease him about. “Did you have them around every time we were together?”

“No,” Trevor states, a little too quickly and with not enough confidence for it to be convincing. 

Giggling you reach up, sliding your hand behind his neck, pulling him down to press your lips to his again. “Yes, you did.”

“Do you want me to fuck you or not?” Trevor mutters. 

“Yes,” you whisper, nodding eagerly. 

“Then stop,” Trevor warns you. 

“Fine,” you state with a breath of laughter. Your laughter comes to a quick stop when you feel him slide inside you, a gasp slipping from your lips. “Oh, fuck,” you whisper, reaching over and grasping desperately at his shoulders. 

“Feel okay?” Trevor mumbles, his hands on your thighs as he leans up, hitting an angle that makes you moan loudly. “That a yes, sweetheart? Tell me.”

“Y-yes,” you stammer, nodding eagerly. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

Trevor’s hips begin moving quicker, thrusts becoming harder. “Good girl,” Trevor mutters, his words drawing another moan from your lips. 

Shortly after Trevor is pulling himself out of you. He has his hand on your hips, beginning to turn you over. Realizing quickly what he wants you slip onto your knees, arms braced in front of you. His hands graze over your ass, sliding himself back inside you before moving his hands to your hips. He helps steady you against his hard thrusts, your moans becoming more frequent with each second. 

“Need you to be quiet,” Trevor mutters, reaching one hand around your chest, tugging you up onto just your knees. “Can you do that for me?” he whispers, lips next to your ear. 

“Yeah,” you mumble, hands bracing yourself when he lets you go, bringing his hands back to your hips. And you do your best, stifling the majority of your moans till his thrusts begin to slow, finally pulling himself out of you a second later. 

“Holy shit,” Trevor mutters, breathing heavily as he slips his condom off. Using a handful of kleenex he cleans himself up enough to be able to pull some clothes on and head to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room. 

By the time he gets back you had pulled some clothes on yourself, laying on your back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

“Everything okay?” Trevor asks, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at you. 

“Everything is great,” you assure him, sitting up and kissing him quickly before taking your turn in the bathroom. And you do your best to look like you hadn’t just had sex, brushing your hair and splashing some cool water over your flushed skin.

After changing out of your pyjamas you head back downstairs with Trevor to have breakfast, despite it now being early afternoon. You’re grateful to find that everyone was outside, leaving you and Trevor to have some time to fully recover from what happened upstairs alone. 

You make breakfast together, hands on each other during any spare moment. After you finish eating you clean the kitchen before making your way out to the beach. The last bit of your anxiety and worry about causing issues on the trip fade once you’re outside and everyone seems to be back to having a great time, nobody asking questions or making comments about it.

You spend the rest of the afternoon on the beach, heading inside with everyone to have some drinks and hang out. Late into the night you find Trevor, taking his hand and pulling him aside. “Want to go down to the beach with me for a bit?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Trevor follows you to the beach, sitting next to you. 

“Crazy day,” you comment, leaning back to lay on the soft sand, hoping you wouldn’t end up with sand in your hair, though you weren’t worried enough to not lay down. 

“Yeah,” Trevor mumbles, laying down next to you. 

The sound of the gentle ways rolling onto the shore fill your ears, mixed with the chirping of crickets in the distance. Neither of you say anything more for a little while, taking in the moment, thinking back over the details of the day, wrapped up in your thoughts. 

Staring at the bright stars in the night sky you lift your forearm, waiting till Trevor follows your lead before sliding your hand into his. “So, what now?” you whisper, turning your head to look at Trevor. 

You know he understands exactly what you’re asking by the length of time it takes him to say anything. “How does Anaheim sound?”

“For?” 

“You…us.”

Your breath catches in your throat and before you have sufficient time to really think it through you’re nodding in response. But even if you had enough time to think it through, Anaheim did always sound like a good idea. 

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Penalty Box— Imagines Edition: Not So Happy Birthday (Part Two)

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part one

happy birthday to me! have a present🤍 sorry it's so short!

warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of underage drinking, crying, anxiety, fighting, mentions of prison

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Previously

“I can’t believe him,” Jamie scoffed. “He told me he fucked up, but that was a whole new level of fucking up.”

“He crossed so many lines,” Cole agreed in disbelief.

“Yeah, well…” you took a deep breath, “I probably did, too. I don’t even remember some of the other awful things I said before I sobered up.”

“He had no right,” Petey piped up.

You nodded and brought your knees close to your chest and leaned more into Quinn, “I don’t want us to go to bed angry.”

“I don’t want him in this house right now, Sissy,” Quinn said.

“I know; I don’t want him either. I just don’t want to go to bed angry. We’ve never done that in our four plus years of dating, and I don’t want to start now.”

“He said the same thing in the car,” Cole admitted.

“He was a real mess,” Jamie admitted. “He couldn’t tell us what happened. He could barely get a word out.”

You nodded and closed your eyes as more tears slipped out. You knew what you had to do– what you wanted to do.

“Cole, can you come sit with me while I call him upstairs?” you asked quietly.

“You don’t want me?” Quinn asked, confused.

“I love you, Quinny, but sometimes best friend number two is better suited for a job,” you slightly smiled at him.

“You got me there,” Quinn breathed out a laugh.

He let go of his hold on you as you accepted Cole’s hand to walk up the stairs with you. He sat down on the edge of the bed and kept your hand in his as you picked up your phone to call your boyfriend. Trevor picked up his phone immediately, “Hello?!”

“Hi,” you said quietly.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. I cannot believe–”

“I’m sorry, too,” you cut him off. “We’ll talk about everything tomorrow. I just didn’t want to go to bed angry.”

“Yeah,” Trevor sighed. “Me either.”

“I love you,” you breathed. You squeezed Cole’s hand in fear that he might not say it back.

“I love you, too,” he finally answered.

“Always?”

“Forever.”

— — —

You woke up just after six am the next morning after a restless night full of overthinking. Quinn was knocked out on the other side of his bed, so you carefully slid out from under the covers to go downstairs. You made yourself a cup of coffee then wrapped yourself in a throw blanket as you sat and slowly sipped your drink on the end of the couch. You were completely zoned out. The only thing going through your mind are various fake situations as to how today’s talk with Trevor will go. You had practiced the made up conversation in your head that you could probably direct a movie scene for it.

You didn’t know if Trevor was awake yet and it was killing you. Is he going to call first? Or is he anxiously waiting for you to call him since you have to give him permission to even walk in the house. Your anxiety was killing you, so you decided to go outside and sit on the front porch in order to avoid anyone that might wake up soon.

The answer to the questions in your head was answered as soon as you stepped outside. Trevor was sitting in his car at the end of the driveway with his head laying on the steering wheel. He was just as a mess as you were. You stood right in front of the door to the house, contemplating on turning right back around and going inside. Trevor hadn’t noticed you yet. You could do it and avoid what needed to happen for a little while longer. You could leave the helpless boy alone in his car. You could go sit back down on the couch and listen to your thoughts screaming at you. You could, but you didn’t want to.

You sat in one of the porch chairs and pulled out your phone. You scrolled to Trevor’s contact and pressed call, not wanting to brave the walk down to his car.

“Good morning,” Trevor said when he answered the call. The sound of his voice broke your heart. It was obvious that he had been crying.

“Good morning,” you echoed.

“Did you sleep–”

“Get out of your car,” you cut him off. Trevor whipped his head around with wide eyes as he looked to see you on the porch.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“No,” you sighed. “But you should do it anyway.”

You watched him as he carefully walked up the driveway as if he was preparing for you to tell him to turn back around. You put your head down once he got close to you. You were almost ashamed at how nervous you felt. He’s your boyfriend for fucks sake! He’s your soulmate, you’re lifeline.

He’s the person who hurt you last night. On your birthday. While in jail.

Trevor knelt down on his knees in front of you and slowly brought his hand up to your cheek. You closed your eyes and pursed your quivering lips. Last night, all you wanted was to see him, so why were you so scared?

“Please look at me, Y/N,” Trevor pleaded in a whisper. He slowly drew his thumb across your cheek bone, “Please.”

He sighed in relief when you finally opened your eyes to look at him. It was evident that he had no sleep, and the pain in his eyes made you want to skip the whole conversation part and throw yourself into his arms. He needed you just as bad as you needed him. This was killing both of you.

“I know you’ve thought of a million different ways for how this will go, but I need you to let me go off your script, okay? Let me talk first.” Trevor took a deep breath when you nodded. “I am so unbelievably sorry for what I said last night. I should’ve thought things through before I opened my mouth and said things I didn’t mean. You’ve been through things that no one should ever have to go through. Things that I can’t even try to relate to. It wasn’t okay for me to throw that in your face when the reason that I was upset had nothing to do with that.

“I shouldn’t have even been upset! I assumed things that weren’t even true and then got mad that you flipped it on me and I stepped way out of line. I kept replaying things over and over last night and you were right. You didn’t know who the guy was and so many of our friends have come up behind you in the same way, so I get that that was your first thought. You looked absolutely beautiful last night. Not for me, not for strangers, but for you.

“I got flashbacks to one of our high school parties before we got together when Jack said that you dressed up just for me and then you talked with some other guy the second we walked into that club and I don’t even know why. My stupid high school insecurities that you were into anybody else but me came back up and I turned into a total dick because of it. None of this is an excuse. I don’t want it to be an excuse, I just want you to know why I acted like that. The universe decided to pull a cruel joke on me and I got scared. I am so sorry, sweet girl. I didn’t mean a word I said and I’ll get it if you never want to see me again. I just need you to know that I’m sorry and that I love you.”

You didn’t know how to feel. Nothing that he just said was even close to what made-up Trevor said, and you were thrown for a loop. You understood that fear and anxiety could play tricks on you and warp your mind. It makes you act out in self defense, sometimes rather stupidly. The alcohol definitely made it worse. It certainly does for you. It did the night of the party that he was talking about.

“I didn’t want to talk to that guy that night,” you said. “I tried to walk away, but you were surrounded by girls. The beer got the best of me and I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me, so I stayed. But I did dress up for you. Jack was telling the truth.”

Trevor softly smiled and tucked some hair behind your ear, “I guess we went back in time last night, huh? Just reversed the roles.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. You decided it was your turn after the silence lingered for a bit. “I’m sorry, too. I know you have to be nice to the fans and I honestly never think anything of it. I was hurt and mad and I lashed back. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Can you give me one more chance?” Trevor asked you. His voice was shaky and ridden with fear.

You smiled and got down on the ground to be on his level. You ran your fingers through the sides of his hair and settled your hands at the nape of his neck, “You never lost your current one.”

You slowly brought your lips to his and kissed him softly. It was quick, but it said all that you needed to say. You rested your forehead against his when your lips parted and felt your body relax as soon as his steady breaths hit your face. It had only been a night, and you were used to spending nights away from him while he was on roadies, but the absence of his touch last night left you feeling like a part of you was missing. It didn’t matter that you fought, all you wanted was him.

“I love you,” Trevor breathed. “Forever.”

“I love you, always.”

“How about we go inside and I make you a fresh cup of coffee? Do you think Quinn will kill me if he sees me inside?”

“Maybe,” you joked. “But I think I can take him.”

“You can definitely take him,” Trevor said.

You laughed and accepted Trevor’s hand to be pulled off the ground. He grabbed your blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, took your half drunk cup of coffee in his hand, and followed you inside.

You smiled to yourself on the couch when you heard Trevor softly singing as he made the two of you coffee. He always made his cup first and your cup second so that yours would be the warmest out of the two. You knew it didn’t really make a difference, but it’s one of your favorite things that Trevor does for you. You looked back and watched him as he poured the creamer into his cup and patiently waited for yours to finish brewing.

Your smile grew when Trevor smiled back at you when he noticed you watching as he walked towards the living room. Trevor kissed your forehead before handing you your mug, just as he always did. You leaned against his shoulder once he sat down next to you, finally feeling content.

“How long do you think we have until anyone wakes up?” Trevor asked you.

“Probably a few hours,” you chuckled. “Not everyone couldn’t sleep last night and got up at the crack of dawn.”

“So does that mean we have time to…?” he trailed off, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“Trevor Zegras,” you faked a gasp. “Are you asking for makeup sex?”

“I would never!” Trevor played along.

“Petey’s asleep in my room,” you said.

“Race you to the car?”

“You’re on.”

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Omgggg can you plraseee write about zegras with a fantilli sister????

thank you so much for requesting anon!! I have this in my drafts for a month, so it's finally here I hope you’ll like it! It's not the best thing I have written but...yeah... I have never written something with the Fantilli brothers so before... 🤍

California Secret - Trevor Zegras

trevor!zegras x fantilli!sister Summary: Trevor and y/n have been dating for a few months now, but what if her brothers, Luca, and Adam, have a game in California the same week, and decide to visit her, but find her in Trevor's apartment. requested: yes/no Warnings: insulting, mad Adam, crying, protective Trevor likes are good, reblogs are better <3 gif not mine Word count: 1,4K

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Lying in bed, warm body against your back, hot breath fanning over the back of your neck. You yawn quietly, stretching out your limbs as you turn in his hold.

His soft features are dazzled by the sun's rays, making you fall in love with him even more. Your fingers trace over his cheeks, down to his nose, which he scrunches under your touch. You smile at the action quiet giggle escaping your lips. Your fingers trace lover on his lips. Another giggle leaves your lips when he kisses the tips of your fingers and his hands tighten around you, flipping you on top of himself.

“Morning.” He whispers opening his blue eyes. Leaning down, you kiss the tip of his nose and then his lips.

“Good morning,” you whisper back, pushing yourself up, your forearms resting on his bare chest. “How’d you sleep?”

“With you in my arms,” he looks away from you, a wide grin forming on his lips. “Amazing.” He looks back at you, his eyes shining with love.

"I love you, T," you murmur on his lips as you lean down to kiss him. His hand slides up your back, resting on the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss, his tongue finding its way into your mouth.

"I love you more, my love!" he sighs in the kiss, the feeling of his breath on your lips makes you smile widely. ”Okay get up! We have a lot to do today.” He pats your butt signaling you to get up from him and get something on your naked body.

“And that’s what?” you asked confused not remembering what you had in plan for today.

“I don’t know that yet, but I think just a lazy day on the couch with a movie and hot chocolate would be great.” He shrugs slipping his boxers on.

”Oh, okay!” you giggle slipping a shirt and panties on you, before you make your way down the hall to the kitchen to make breakfast. “Babe!! Wanna coffee or tea?”

“Green tea please!!” he shouts from the bedroom. A smile forms on your lips as you put the water in the teapot. Walking over to the radio that’s sitting on the window you turn it on, you’re hips immediately sway in the rhythm of the sound.

When Trevor comes into the kitchen, he’s dressed in a black hoodie and grey shorts, his hair is messy from the multiple times he’s been running his hand through them.

“Go put something on, I’ll make the breakfast.” He taps your butt a few times, kissing your neck.

“Thank you.” You kiss his cheek making your way into the bedroom.

While you’re dressing yourself up, Trevor is getting the toast with avocado, and egg done. Just when he’s about to call after you, the bell rings. With furrowed eyebrows, he makes his way to the door swinging the open. His eyes grow wider when he realizes the two silhouettes standing there are your brothers. Adam and Luca.

“Oh, uhm, hi guys?” he let out a nervous chuckle stepping outside and closing slightly the door after him. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“Had some free time before our flights so we decided to honor you with a visit.” Adam smiles showing Trevor's shoulder causing him to stumble backwards slightly. The two boys make their way inside the apartment sitting down on the couch.

“What’s the smell?” Luca asks his eyes roaming around the living room, straightening himself up when he catches a glimpse of something that looks like his sister's painting, but he shakes his head. There’s no way Trevor would have something that belongs to their sister. She and Trevor aren’t even friends.

“Breakfast, I just got up and-“ Trevor is interrupted by your voice.

“Who was that, ba-“ You stop in your track, your jaw dropping down and eyes widening when you see your brothers sitting on Trevor’s couch. Their backs are straightened, and surprised and confused looks make their way to their faces. –“What are you doing here?” your voice is pitched high as you nervously walk over to Trevor.

“What are we-” Adam mocks you laughing in the middle of his sentence. “What are you doing here?” this time his voice is rough, making you flinch.

Your hand grips Trevor’s, who’s pulling you closer to him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in your dorm?” Luca asks this time, anger in his voice. “And why the fuck do you have Trevor’s shirt on?”

“I-I-“Before you get any chance to say something, Adam is speaking again.

“You’re screwing him?” a scoff leaves his mouth when he catches a glimpse of Trevor’s hand on your hips. “Oh my god, you do.” He laughs sarcastically shaking his head.

“N-no,” you shake your head. “We-we are dating.” You try to explain the situation. “Dating?” Luca laughs standing from his position. “Wake up, y/n! You’re acting like you don’t know him!” he starts pacing over the living room, his hands in his hair. “You’re acting like a slut!” before he knew this sentence left his mouth. Luca’s eyes widened as soon as his words left his mouth. You choke on your sob when the words get to your ears.

Trevor’s hands clench in fists at the words, pulling you behind him. “What the fuck did you just call her?” his voice is deep and full of anger. Your hand is gripping the back of his shirt, while the other one is over your moth as you cry silently.

You expect some kind of bad reaction from them, but never in a million years you expected for Luca to tell you something like this.

You’re acting like a slut!

Acting like a slut!

Like a slut!

A slut!

Slut!

“Y/n…” he starts his eyes wide, his voice full of regret. “I-I didn’t mean to say this!”

“D-don’t!” you whisper, stepping from behind Trevor’s body, your eyes locked with Lucas. Sadness in his eyes and the tears are clear to see.

“Y/n…” Adam says this time, taking a step towards you. Trevor wants to step in front of you, but you stop him and Adam in their way.

“Can we just sit and talk about this?” you let out a sigh, pointing towards the couch. The three of them just nod their heads sitting down. You and Trevor sit on the opposite couch to them, your hand finding his.

“Y/n! I-I really didn’t mean to call you like that!” Luca says his voice full of regret and sadness.  

“I know, Lu,” You let out a sigh massaging the bridge of your nose. “But it still hurt, you know,” Luca nods his head tears welling up in his eyes, as soon as you see them spill over the edges you walk over to him, pulling him in a hug. “Don’t cry, Luca, it’s okay! You said it in the heat of the moment!”

“I’m awful brother.” He tightness his grip over you.

“No, you’re not! Now get your shit together so we can talk about it!” you scold him sitting back next to Trevor.

“How long?” Adam says for the first time since his yelling.

“A few months.” you look over to Trevor squeezing his hand in yours.

“Eight to be clear.” Trevor looks up at you, a loving smile resting on his full lips.

“That’s a long time,” Adam says, his eyes glutted on the ground, his hand on his jaw. “Why haven’t you told us?” he then looks up at you his eyes flicker between the two of you. He hates that you weren’t able to tell them about your relationship with Trevor.

“Adam, that’s really stupid question,” you shake your head chuckling slightly. “You just saw how you two reacted, how do you think you would react if I just told you?”

“Yeah, probably worst.” He chuckles, the atmosphere in the room lightening.

“Yeah.” You nod looking at your brothers who are looking at you with so much love in their eyes.

“I uhm…You ugh mad?” Trevor asks them, voice low and full of uncertainty.

“The hell I am! You are fucking my sister!” Luca exclaims. You can see his lips quirking up how hard he’s trying to not laugh at Trevor's expression.

“Relax, my love, he’s making a fun of you!” you laugh with both of your brothers nudging Trevor’s arm.

“Piece of shits, you are.” He shakes his head laughing with you.

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[bbrissonn]

its midnight, im bored, but ive been thinking about cute little posts trev would make on ur anniversary so yeah enjoy :))

trevor zegras x childhoodfriend!reader

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trevorzegras 6 years with you 🩵

seriously dont think you’ll ever understand how thankful i am to have you in my life, not only as my girlfriend, but as my best friend. you’ve taught me so much about myself and how to become the best version of myself possible.

ik i am not always the best boyfriend in the world, but you’ve always given me a chance to learn ans grow from my (very) stupid mistakes. over the last 2 decades ive had the honor to call you my best friend, and now i have the honor to call you my fiancé, and of being your future husband, a title i will proudly claim for the rest of my life.

thank you for doing life with me, i wouldnt want to do it with anyone else xx

oh and ill proudly where this nice necklace i found with ur name on it around my neck, not because you know me, but because you really know me 😚💕

p.s love you lots you twat :)

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[tkachukz]

Those Green Eyes - Trevor Zegras

summary: When you feel torn apart after your breakup and find comfort in a green-eyed unknown hockey player

(part 1 of 2 -or 3-)

words: 2,1 K

Your life could come down to a tightrope. 

Fresh from a journalism degree and with an entirely uncertain life ahead of you, without a home, without a job and with your family living in another state, you felt the need to have something stable. Anything.

And that's what Jake, your high school sweetheart, was to you. Until now.

You couldn't hold back the tears when he said right to your face that you'd become routine, you weren't fun anymore, and that he couldn't imagine spending the rest of his life with you, neither another minute.

 You got into the first taxi that had the decency to stop for a disheveled and sobbing girl, asking him to move on to a destination you didn't even know. Getting out of town might be the best thing? But go where? You lived with Jake, meaning you didn't have a home of your own. Your parents were miles away, and you didn't want to look like a failure.

The taxi stopped because of the traffic jam and you looked to the side, facing a huge arena, and a line of cars leaving. Probably this was the only part of Anaheim that would get this busy this late.

“I'll be down, thanks” tired of waiting for the taxi to go and desperate for some space and air, you got out, running through the crowd to the parking lot.

A small bench under a street light was empty and you allowed yourself to cry there.

Jake had been your first everything, the only piece of stability you thought you needed, there for you at all times, and now he was gone, and you were alone. Once again.

Noise of breaking branches caught your attention, but you didn't bother to lift your face, continuing with your head down hugging your knees.

"Are you ok?" a gentle male voice sounded, moving a little closer, stepping in front of the street light.

You gave in to curiosity and lifted your head, bumping into a beautiful pair of green eyes, staring at you with concern.

“I'm fine” your voice came out as a whisper.

He analyzed you for a few more seconds, as if looking for visible injuries, if only he could see your broken heart.

“Well, despite your very convincing answer” he began “I think I'll stay here for a while” he sat down on the bench beside you, keeping a respectable distance.

“I don't need you to stay here.”

“Who said I'm here for you? This is the best place to see stars” he said pointing to the sky, which made you drop a small smile “is it a mini smile I see?”

You turned your face away from the green-eyed boy, pressing your lips together to contain your reluctant smile.

“I'm Trevor, by the way” out of the corner of your eye, you saw the outstretched hand.

With a sigh, you allowed yourself to look at the green-eyed boy, who had an amused smile "I'm Yn" he shook your hand gently.

"Pleased to meet you Yn" he went back to looking at the stars in silence.

After a few minutes, your desperate crying subsided, giving way to small sobs. Trevor remained silent, focused on the immensity of the night, watching you from the corner of his eye without you noticing.

A long sigh left your mouth and you looked up "this really is a great place to see the stars".

Trevor agreed with a smile "you know what's better than seeing stars?"

"What?"

"A hamburger"

You couldn't help but laugh and Trevor felt satisfied seeing that he made you laugh.

"Are you hungry? I know a great place!” he jumped off the bench, looking at you hopefully.

“I just met you Trevor, and you already expect me to get in the car with you?”

“Who said car? The arena has an exceptional burger joint. I swear"

“The arena is closed” you said as if it were obvious, and Trevor smirked.

"There are no doors that hold me, my dear."

*

Ignoring your fear of possible arrest for trespassing and theft, you followed Trevor in a brisk walk to the side door of the arena. As you approached, a large security guard looked at you, and when you were ready to turn around, Trevor spoke confidently.

“She's with me” and like magic, the security guard opened the door.

You kept following the green eyed boy starting to question who he was.

His hair was combed back just below his ear. He had a nice nose, and wore a leather jacket, walking casually with his hands in his pockets.

He led you all the way through the winding interior of the arena, for some reason running away from a few groups of fans that were still around.

“Tandam!” he opened his arms pointing to a small restaurant.

"It's closed??"

His smirk widened, and he continued walking toward the -closed- establishment.

A middle-aged woman was at the register, and her eyes sparkled at his approach.

“Trevor my little one, what are you doing here?? I thought you were gone hours ago!”

He shrugged, leaning against the counter “some unforeseen things happened, I know it's late but, could you make two more hamburgers? My friend is hungry"

He nodded at you, and the woman turned her large eyes to stare at you.

“Hi” you waved shyly, hugging your body without even realizing it.

“But of course!! Two hamburgers coming out. And it was nice meeting you sweetie” that last part was directed at you.

Hundreds of questions raced through your mind in a matter of priority, but you couldn't voice any before the food arrived. Trevor paid for both of them, picking up all the bags and heading in the opposite direction of the door.

"This way."

“But isn’t the exit over there?”

"I know, and that's why we're going this way."

You looked around "Trevor, the arena is about to close, we can't stay here."

The side smile appeared again “trust me, and follow me”.

After some corridors and stairs, he opened the door to a balcony, with privileged seats for ice, television, a pool table and various other things. Trevor grabbed some sodas from the freezer and sat down at the table, taking a desperate bite of his hamburger.

“Sorry, I'm starving. Sit down, Yn, this is great, you won't regret it!”

Your arms were crossed, still trying to understand why you were there and not behind bars for trespassing. Did he own the arena?

Trevor noticed your confusion and let out a small amused smile "You don't watch hockey do you?"

"What does it matter?"

“That's a no, right?”

You nodded impatiently and Trevor chuckled, taking a sip of his soda.

“I play here. I mean, on the hockey team here. This arena is like my second home.”

Your eyes popped out “are you a hockey player? Really?"

“Don't I look like a hockey player?” he had an offended look.

“Well, all the pictures of hockey players I can remember are giant, bald guys with missing teeth. You look like you have all your teeth.”

Trevor's laugh was loud, and he gave you a delighted "well, I guess I can't be offended that you think I'm too cute to play hockey."

Your cheeks flushed with a smile. 

He pointed to the chair across from him and you sat down, feeling your stomach rumble as you opened the burger.

“Best burger in Anaheim yes or of course?”

You nodded, your mouth too full to speak, and he chuckled.

“So, Trevor” you had some soda “hockey player. Why did not you say it before?"

He shrugged “I'm a mystery guy” he leaned back in his chair having already finished his food, while you were halfway done.

“It would have avoided moments of apprehension. I was afraid of being arrested.”

“Why would you be arrested?”

“For invading the arena?” you said it like it was obvious and he laughed.

“I needed to know you weren't going to use me for my money and fame” it was your turn to laugh and he chuckled “hey!”

*

Having finished the hamburgers, you sat down on the chair in the cabin. Most of the stands were dark, but the ice lights alone lit up the entire place. You watched the zamboni clearing the ice, moving from corner to corner, sure of its work.

Your mind clouded and reality came back to you little by little. No home, no Jake, no future. A heavy sigh left your lips and you heard Trevor walk over, taking the chair next to you.

“When I was a kid I had a little dog” he started also staring at the ice “once I was walking him I accidentally released him from the leash. He fled into the middle of the forest and disappeared. I don't think I've ever cried so much. I looked for him day and night for three days until I found him. It's amazing. This story manages to combine one of the saddest moments of my life with one of the happiest.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you broke the silence, not taking your eyes off the green-eyed boy.

Trevor shrugged "I thought if I shared something personal about me, you'd feel free to share what made you so sad."

He stared back at you for milliseconds, but now it was your turn to stare at the ice.

“My boyfriend dumped me” you let out a sad sigh “I know it sounds silly but, I really thought he was the right guy you know? I already had it all planned out. I majored in journalism, him with his company. We would get married in the future, we would have a house, children... is it too much to want that? Jeez, we've been dating for so many years, and overnight he just says he's tired of me?”

Trevor watched you intently, compassion seeping through his body. He tentatively put his hand on your back, afraid to cross a line, but that was the kind of affection you wanted most at that moment.

So you hugged him.

Even a little surprised, Trevor held you tight, bringing you closer. You buried your head in his neck and he continued to gently rub your back.

You lost track of how many minutes passed. Trevor respected your time and all he did was hug you. 

It was disconcerting to remember that you had almost just met him.

You pulled away a little, taking a deep breath wanting the crying to stop. Trevor still kept his hand on your back, and gently wiped away a small tear that was running down your cheek.

“I'm sorry for this. That has to be the last thing you would want to be doing on a day like today.”

“I admit that seeing you cry is really not a nice thing. But, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here” he looked at you intensely.

You take a deep breath.

“I think you need to relax,” he said suddenly.

"What?"

"Relax. What are you going to do this weekend?”

You laughed, remembering that you didn't even have a place to spend the night "my schedule of plans is being reworked at the moment".

“I'm going to Florida for All Star Weekend, want to come with me?”

“Oh sure” you laughed but something in his eyes said he was serious “are you serious?”

"Yes. I have a game there, some events, I promise to bring you back safe and sound in three days”.

"I... I can't..."

“What stops you?”

This question made you reflect. 

What held you here? In Anaheim or anywhere? 

Your plans had been crushed with a hammer, what prevented you from crossing the country with a nice -and very handsome- hockey player?

“I accept” the idea began to make sense.

"It is serious??" Trevor jumped up excitedly.

“Sounds like a cool plan” you said smiling.

“No, you're not going to make plans miss” he grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet “I make the plans, your only mission is to have fun”.

“Ok captain” you said with a genuine smile.

At those words, Trevor's hand on your back tightened. The urge to pull and kiss you was screaming in his head, but the other voice recognized how fragile you were, and he would feel like an asshole if he took advantage of that.

He took his hand from your back, scratching his head sheepishly.

This was not the right time.

But, who knows what such a trip might bring.

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Part two comes out by the end of the week!

Thanks for reading!!  :))

I would love to read your comments, suggestions, criticisms, or what you expect from this trip (you can send requests if you want)

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[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.

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𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐭𝐳𝟏𝟏

✰ PAIRING — fem!reader x trevor zegras

✰ SUMMARY — in which trevor tells his gf about a dream (or vision) he had!!

✰ CONTENT — established relationship. just plain old fluff!!

✰ WC — 1K

✰ NOTE — missed my annoying little guy (affectionate) and this was the result. I hope you enjoy <3

You would have never expected Trevor to be the needy one in your relationship. In all your previous relationships, you’ve always been the one who was the most affectionate, the most “clingy.” It was obvious to you now how much more invested you were in those relationships than your previous boyfriends. 

From the first moment you met Trevor, you could see that he had a lot of energy. He was bouncing from person to person, chatting animatedly, and he didn’t sit still once that night. Not until the party had died down and the room was nearly empty. And even then he had sat himself on the couch and talked his head off to the girl that sat next to him. You didn’t mind though, you still found his rambling equally endearing today as you did that night. 

So maybe it shouldn’t have been such a surprise that all that energy Trevor has, directly got invested into you and your relationship the second you started dating. From planning spontaneous dates every other night, surprise love notes in your car, flowers every time he went to the grocery store, hands constantly on your body somewhere, and kisses always being pressed to your skin, it was safe to say gave as much as he received, if not more. 

“g’morning baby,” trevor says, his voice still husky with sleep. he tightens his arms around your waist and pulls your body into his, wrapping both his legs around yours as he presses a kiss to your head.

“good morning trev. sleep well?” you ask, running your hand through his messy strands and he tries to snuggle even closer to you, his head resting on your chest, half of his body covering yours.

“mhm” he hums, pressing a kiss to your collarbone.

it always started like this. a kiss here and there. you knew soon enough trevor would be pressing kisses everywhere, until that wouldn’t satiate him and he’d start getting this mildly annoyed expression on his face. hoping it would encourage you to replicate the kisses on his body too. not that you needed much convincing.

“I had a really great dream. I was sad I woke up for a moment until I saw your face,” Trevor mumbles, tracing your nose, and you smile, pressing a kiss to his head.

“What was the dream about?” you ask and Trevor opens his eyes slowly, lifting his head to he can look down at you, meeting your eyes.

“Actually I don’t like calling it a dream. Let’s call it a vision,” Trevor says and you smile

“A vision?” you question, amusement clear in your voice and your eyes and your boyfriend nods

“Yeah. Dream sounds far off. Vision is something I know will happen one day,”

“Okay. What did you see in this vision,” you ask

“We were sitting on this porch. It was a huge porch, like one of those old big farm house porches you know. And you were wearing one of your big colourful ugly sweaters-“ he says and your gasp cuts him off

“You said you liked them!” you say and Trevor laughs softly.

“I do like them, baby. They have character,” he says and laughs even harder when you hit his shoulder softly

“Saying something has character is just another way of saying it’s ugly,” you say, pouting slightly and Trevor smiles, his eyes swimming with adoration as he presses a soft kiss to your nose

“You make anything and everything look good. Even sweaters with character,” he says and you just shake your head unable to keep your smile from mirroring his

“Anyway, so you're wearing one of your big colourful ugly sweaters and these white fuzzy socks. we’re sitting on this porch swing, your feet in my lap. There’s this lake nearby, and it’s early morning. And the sun rises perfectly over that lake and I probably would’ve thought it’s the prettiest view I’ve ever seen if I didn’t get to wake up to your pretty face every day,” Trevor says, a look of awe on his face and he gently caresses your cheek and you swallow thickly

��Trevor,” you whisper and he kisses you softly

“Wait, I haven't gotten to the best part yet. We’re sitting and watching the sunrise and I’m telling you something, probably spewing a bunch of nonsense like always, but I’m making you laugh so it doesn’t really matter. And as you’re laughing, the cutest little girl runs up the stairs towards us. And she looks just like me, but God the laugh, that was all you baby. I wish you could’ve heard it. It was like liquid sunshine in a bottle. And we just sat there watching the sunrise together,” Trevor says, his serene expression changing when he sees the tears, you didn’t even know had fallen, on your face.

“Why are you crying sweet girl,” he asks, kissing your tears away and you take a shuddering breath

It wasn’t what he had said that made you emotional necessarily, although it did make your heart clench with the utmost joy to think of that future with Trevor. It was the expression on his face while he relived this dream, this vision, with you. The sheer bliss on his face, the softness of his smile, the adoration in his eyes. The way he so clearly and visibly yearned to have this with you. The confidence in his voice that he knows this isn’t just some far fetched dream, but something that will become reality for both of you one day.

“I love you so much Trevor. There’s no words I can use to make you understand how much,” you say and he smiles softly, kissing you again

“I love you baby. Endlessly. you and your ugly sweaters,” he says and you laughs

“I’m gonna throw those out now,” you say and he gasps dramatically

“You can’t! How are we gonna recreate my vision without the ugly sweater? It’s a crucial piece” he says and laughs as you playfully push his face away.

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I Don’t Just Like You - Trevor Zegras x Hughes!Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, tension/fighting, jealousy, Dixie lmao

Words: 2161

Summary: Tension builds with Trevor over his new partnership until the two of you confess your feelings.

A/n: Y'all I am so not doing well rn. I am processing a break up and questioning my social circle and im so lonely that I needed to write some angst to cope with it all. Hope yall like this one and maybe it'll get a smut part two depending on whether or not I can handle writing that rn lol. Enjoy!

Moose: call me ASAP

Me: sorry Luke. can’t rn

Moose: Awesome 😎

My hands quake with anxiety as I fiddle with the tarnished silver ring adorning my pointer finger. The moisture of my skin eases the movement of turning the ring around my finger. I hiss when the gemstone catches on the skin of my middle finger and immediately drop my hands. 

Currently, I’m staring down at the risky text I just sent Trevor. About an hour ago he had messaged me:

Trev: hey sorry can’t swing tn after all 

Trev: rain check?

My jaw tightens with contempt and I huff out a sigh as my bottom lip trembles. I feel pathetic for just how impacted I am by his every word. I angrily hit the digital keys of my phone’s keyboard as I type my reply.

Me: really? 

Me: again??

Trev: don’t be like that

I’m not the most confrontational person. On any given day some might say I’m the furthest thing from confrontational. To put it rather plainly, I just don’t like it. I hate the way I get anxiety butterflies in my stomach. I hate absorbing the emotions of the other person, especially when rejection is involved. I hate what projections I’m opening myself up to receiving from the other person. There are too many pitfalls and not enough landing pads. Which is why it’s so out of character for me to press him on this.

Me: like what Trev?

This is the third time in a row Trevor has cancelled plans on me. I don’t know if he’s aware of that. I don’t even know what he’s been up to lately. He’s refused to tell me what he’s been doing instead, which didn’t raise my suspicions by any means until mom sent me an article. She knows about how my crush on Trevor has had roots in our childhoods. 

Trev: you know what I’m talking about

After I stopped playing hockey with my brothers, I was still always around to notice Trevor’s presence in our home. When I moved to California for college, I wanted to chase my music dreams but I didn’t realize it would come at the expense of my support system. Being long distance with my family put me in a hard spot, but having a familiar face to rely on made the adjustment easier. As we spent more time together independent of my brothers, Trevor and I became close friends. The problem was my crush has been growing ever since we became friends, hence why mom sent me an article called, “Did Dixie D’Amelio admit to dating Trevor Zegras?”.

Me: at least say it with your chest

Sent. Delivered. I wait. Trevor’s response bubble appears for a second. It disappears, then reappears, then disappears again. I’m about ready to toss my phone across the room when his message delivers.

Trev: call me

I groan out in frustration and this time actually end up chucking my phone onto my bed. I run my hands through my hair, along the warm expanse of my scalp. A self-soothing gesture by all means. I pace to one side of my room before using the momentum of my steps to start back towards my phone. Just as I have it in my hand, Trevor’s contact picture covers the screen and illuminates in my grasp. I scoff out a sort of half groan and then answer.

“What, Trevor?”

“Hey, Y/n I’m great. Thanks for asking! How are you?” He responds sardonically to my cold greeting. I bite my tongue, torn between tearing into him and the stronger desire to laugh through my rage. He takes my exhale as a cue to continue. “What’s going on, Hughesy?”

In a single moment, my anger dissolves. The tenderness of that nickname, which was once reserved solely for my brothers, now belongs to me. In this moment, I find myself thinking about how grateful I am that Trevor was there for me as I transitioned into college. But the looming threat of a smile quickly vanishes as I remember how that care is nullified by Trevor’s abundantly active dating life.

“Y/nnnn?” Trevor hums into the phone.

“What?” I respond dryly.

“What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong is you cancelling on me for the third time in a row.”

“Is it really the third time in a row?” He asks under his breath, indicating he may not have intended to say it out loud at all. I roll my eyes, still actively fighting the urge to just lay into him.

“Yes, Trevor, it is!” I can practically hear him wince through the phone at the fact that I’m calling him Trevor instead of the default nickname permanently programmed into my phone. 

“Who’s that?” I hear softly over the phone. My heart flutters like a coal mine parakeet in a cage and I bite my lip, willing myself not to cry if it turns out Dixie is on the other side. Trevor whispers back,

“It’s Y/n.”

“Hey, Y/n!” Mason’s on the other end. 

“Not a good time,” Trevor tells him. Mason curses and then apologizes before retreating from Trevor’s general area. “Sorry, you were saying?” Trevor tells me at regular volume.

“You were cancelling on me again.”

“Oh. Right. I…” he switches the phone to the other ear, “I…don’t know what you want me to say.” Hello?! Could he be any more oblivious?!

“I want you to tell me what is going on!” I whine into the phone, “What is it you’re so busy with doing that you can’t see me for a week, huh? I get that you’re a professional athlete and you have a busy schedule. But I know your schedule and I know you still have a decent amount of free time. So what have you been doing?” Trevor breathes, in, then out and says,

“I’ve been seeing someone lately…” I feel my heart shatter into the tiniest fractals of what it once was and I cover my mouth to choke back the growing lump in my throat.

“I can’t do this right now,” I say with the utmost hurt lacing my voice, pulling the phone away from my ear to abruptly hang up on Trevor. I toss my phone on my bed once more, ignoring how the screen lights up with Trevor’s contact picture. It’s a new breed of psychological torture to sit here and ignore the calls, so I leave my phone in my bedroom as I go to splash cold water on my face. 

When I reenter my bedroom, I ignore the buzzing device to put on a comfortable pair of pajamas. He’s called once, twice, a fourth, and a fifth before finally giving up. Despite my phone being silent, I don’t trust it enough to take it with me and leave it to charge on my bed. I settle on the couch to open my new pint of Ben and Jerry’s, putting on my favorite show in the hopes of laughing through the pain. 

Somewhere between first and second episode, I had dozed off after returning the ice cream to the freezer. I’m not sure what it is about crying that knocks me on my ass like that, all I know is that it works. 

I’m abruptly pulled from my sleep when I hear the harsh banging on my front door. I jump up from the couch, the spike in adrenaline carrying me out of my sleepy haze. When I get to the front door, some of the tiredness catches up with me again and I groggily open the front door. Behind it stands Trevor, with sad puppy eyes and a sheepish expression. I can’t help the scowl that comes to rest on my face when I see him, but he doesn’t falter. Instead, he pushes past me to come into the apartment and sits on the couch expectantly. Since there’s no way to physically remove him from my space, I bargain, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch, as far from Trevor as I can manage. He doesn’t let the cold gesture phase him, and scooches obliviously into the center of the couch.

“What’s going on Hughsey?” I scoff at the nickname and Trevor cringes in frustration. “What is this?”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Why are you icing me out all of a sudden?”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I ask, spiteful, with malice. 

“Clearly not since I’m here spending time with you.”

“Was that so hard for you to do? I mean, with your busy schedule and all?”

“What are you-” Trevor pauses for a split second. “Wait, are you… jealous? Y/n?”

I want to protest. I want to scream and rant and bite back, how he could be so conceited to think I’d be jealous of a relationship that I previously thought was rumored? But I can’t. 

Because he’s right.

I bite my tongue. There’s nothing else I can do. Not unless I want to make an even bigger fool of myself than I already have.

“Oh my god, that’s totally it. You’re jealous.” Trevor says, complete with a laugh and a sigh. The shame of actually being jealous of a girl I’ve never met, the disappointment of finding out Trevor is dating someone, and the exhaustion from already having cried earlier comes collapsing down on me at once. Hot tears well on the lining of my lashes and I stare at the ground, afraid to draw attention to myself. Upon seeing me cry, Trevor’s smile immediately vanishes and he scoots closer once more.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay.” He envelops me in a hug that I’m too overwhelmed to reciprocate. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry.” 

I merely shake my head, unaware of what I could even say in this moment.

“I was… I was just laughing ‘cause I should’ve known.”

“Should’ve known what?”

“That you’d be jealous.” I wriggle out of the hug and look at Trevor sincerely.

“How would you have known?”

“You know, for as long as I can remember, your brothers have talked about you having a crush on me.” I cower in humiliation, my face glowing hotter than the surface of the sun.

“I wish they wouldn’t have.”

“No?” Trevor asks, genuinely.

“It’s embarrassing,” I confess, fully recoiling from the physical contact he had initiated before. 

“It’s cute.” Trevor earnestly admits as he takes my hand in his. I scoff instinctively but don’t pull my hand away again.

“I don’t need your pity, Trev.” I say so softly he nearly misses the sentiment. Once he processes my worlds, I feel him physically relax next to me at the sound of his familiar nickname.

“Well, what do you need? I’m here now.”

“I honestly don’t know.” I finally dare to meet his eyes. He’s looking at me so sweetly, earnestly. As if I hadn’t just chewed him out two minutes earlier. Then, I look away before I can say what I’m about to say next. “I don’t just like you.” Trevor’s face lifts ever so slightly. The extent of which, one might miss had they not known him a lifetime the way I have.

 “You know… the only reason I started seeing her was to get over you.”

“What?” I ask, sharply whipping my head to stare at Trevor, as if awaiting the reveal that this was just some elaborate prank from the start.

“Yeah. I started dating Dixie because I thought dating someone different would distract me. You know, it’s not a good look to have a crush on your best friend’s little sister.”

My heartrate picks up with his confession. This feels too good to be true. As if real life is waiting for us right outside the front door. The real life that doesn’t see me and Trevor together ever in our lifetimes. Terrified of the change that would occur from letting him walk away, I reach up and hold his face in my hands, kissing him passionately. Trevor wraps his hand around my wrist and kisses me back with twice as much fervor. 

We break apart, out of breath and full of smiles. Trevor looks at me for guidance and we fizzle into a nervous laughter. I reach up and brush my thumb tenderly across his cheekbone. He grabs my hand and turns his head, placing a sweet kiss on my palm. I then reach up and break the moment by ruffling my hand through his hair to mess it up.

“Hey!” He yells, grabbing waist to dig his hands into my sides. I screech with laughter as I try to escape. Trevor eventually yields and slips his hands from my sides to interlace with one another and pull me closer. I scoot in to sit against him, sitting half on top of him as our breathing falls in sync.

“I don’t just like you, too, Hughesy.” I smile.

“...You should probably call Dixie.”

“Oh shit.”

***

A/N: not my best work but not my worst either!

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˒ ⌕ masterlist . . .

parings: trevor zegras + girlfriend!reader

summary: the one where trevor sends you messages while you’re drunk.

🗒️: my sister is kind of obsessed with trevor.

type: fluff ಇ

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die for you masterlist

( diorsluv 2024 )

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nhl + ntdp!2018 x platonic!figureskater!reader,

robertson brothers x fem!cousin!reader,

trevor zegras x fem!fwb!reader

other tags will be revealed once the complete series is done!

prologue

part 1: ( swear i couldn’t sleep a wink last night )

act i

part 2: ( no point in turning off the lights )

part 3: ( not the same without your head on my shoulders )

part 4: ( growing pains but i don’t wanna get older )

part 5: ( almost like we left it all on read )

part 6: ( couple feelings never laid to rest )

part 7: ( didn’t know that the party was over )

part 8: ( and it’s true that i need you here closer )

acts ii, iii, iv, and epilogue coming soon!

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