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okay since you wanted requests to switch it up a bit.. could you write trevor zegras x fem!reader smut where his gf is less experienced than him and wants to give him head but she’s never done it before so he guides her through it 🫣
other requests: “could you write a smut with some fluff in it too, with trevor zegras walking his gf through giving him head because it’s her first time and she’s nervous/doesn’t know what to do”, “obsessed with the idea of trevor zegras talking his gf through how to give him head when it’s her first time and she’s nervous about not knowing what to do.. like literally giving her instructions throughout, with lots of praise and reassurance, but also dirty talk bc let’s be real, it’s trevor.”
warnings: oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, inexperienced reader x experienced partner, praise, coming on face, masturbation
joke warnings: tw: los angeles angels (i prefer the dodgers), in a world where tz never broke his ankle during the 2023-2024 season…
pairing: trevor zegras x inexperienced!fem!reader
summary: see requests above.
wc: 3089
Trevor Zegras was the most giving, patient man you had ever known. Maybe his patience came from having younger siblings, but it was more likely that it came from years and years of working with teammates in a cutthroat sport. You had grown up watching hockey, gaining intimate knowledge of the sport when you had started dating Trevor. Trevor, in exchange, found himself more than knowledgeable about baseball, the sport of your choice, than he ever needed to be.
You two had met when you came to Anaheim, having graduated a year early from college with a degree in Sports Marketing. You had landed a job with the Los Angeles Angels, which had relocated you to the area, and you couldn’t imagine your life going any other way. There were times when you missed your family and missed home, but once you had gotten settled into your job and you had met Trevor, Anaheim started to feel like the home you’d been destined to find.
Anaheim was also an escape from your hometown– a place where, despite your best efforts, you did not feel welcome. You had told Trevor early in your relationship about your lack of experience sexually and tried to explain it away with a long-winded story about being a “weird kid,” but Trevor had brushed it off and told you he didn’t mind your inexperience. He was happy, he said, to teach you everything he could. All you had to do was say the word.
So, you’d worked up to it. You’d slept in the same bed, touched him, and he had touched you. Hockey season had helped the pace of your relationship, with Trevor traveling almost every other week. He was gone for two weeks straight in January, traveling from coast to coast, and it was then that you had shyly admitted to him through the tinny speaker of your phone how badly you wanted to suck him off.
He had fumbled with the phone, groaning at the idea alone of your mouth around his length, and it had resulted in a long FaceTime call in which you watched him fuck into his hand, telling you how much better it would feel if it was your mouth.
It was the Monday night after they had come back. Trevor had had a game on Sunday at Honda Center against the Rangers and spent the night at his place because it was closer to the rink. As much as he was itching to see you, and your heart was beating out of your chest at the idea of seeing him and going through with blowing him, you were scared. Trevor knew that you were nervous, the anticipation was getting to you, just from the way you were texting. The messages were shorter. You weren’t initiating conversation as much. The times between your responses were longer.
It didn’t matter, though. He was coming over tonight.He was going to cook you dinner. He was going to set the mood. He was going to make you comfortable if it was the last thing that he did, and if it meant that you wouldn’t get your mouth on him at all, he was okay with that.
Trevor arrived at your apartment about an hour after you got off work. Spring training was starting in just a month, so things were starting to pick up for you. You were stressed, plenty of tasks on your plate and most of them half-finished. A relaxing dinner with your boyfriend was going to provide a needed distraction.
Trevor had let himself into the apartment and was already pan-searing some cubed potatoes when you got out of the shower. He was in complete boyfriend mode, having stolen your apron and thrown it over his bare chest. You could see his tattoos from where you were standing, the ones littering his arms and the delicate one on his ribs, and you smiled.
He seemed like a tough guy, your boyfriend. He had the tattoos, the athletic ability, the sculpted form and ridged muscles of an athlete. Anyone who saw him in the supermarket might think he’s an asshole, but the second they get a good look at him, they’ll realize that he’s just a softie. He tied a delicate bow around the curve of his waist in your baby blue and frilly apron.
“I can feel you looking at me,” Trevor said. You watched his bicep ripple as he moved the potatoes around the pan with a spatula. He threw a glance over his shoulder. “Oh, good, you’re actually there. Could you imagine me saying that to the air?”
“I can, actually,” You replied with a laugh. You walked over and hugged Trevor from behind, arms wrapped solidly around his figure as you squished your cheek against his back. “I bet you did.”
Trevor sputtered out a denial, shaking his head. He relented just seconds later, unable to keep up the bit. “You’re right. I thought you were there like two minutes before you actually were.”
You giggled and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.
Trevor placed the spatula down on the counter, then turned the burner off and moved the pan to a different spot on the cooktop. He turned in your arms, inching over just a bit so that you were trapping him against the counter, not the oven. He gasped, reaching up and cradling your face in the palms of his hands.
“What?” You asked.
“You’ve gotten even prettier in the two weeks that I haven’t seen you,” He marveled, tilting your head from side to side as you rolled your eyes.
You pushed away from him, walking out of the kitchen.
Trevor trailed behind you like a puppy.
“You’re a loser,” You said.
“I love my pretty girlfriend,” Trevor replied.
As you passed the couch in your living room, Trevor tackled you over the arm of the object and you fell onto the cushions. You shrieked at the contact, at the fall, and squirmed in Trevor’s grip as he kissed over your neck and face. His fingers were digging into your sides, causing you to giggle and snort between breaths. Trevor was relentless, until he decided to plant a kiss on your lips.
He captured your lips with intent, slowly slotting your bottom lip between his. Trevor always kissed you with purpose, slow, like he was trying to memorize you. He slid his mouth into your tongue like he was trying to lap up your sweetness, keep it on his tongue until he could place your taste and replicate it in a dish or a drink, something he’d be willing to consume every day for the rest of his life. You liked most when he nibbled on your bottom lip before pulling away, something that was so trademark Trevor that it made you breathless. He would always pull back just to look at you, to push your hair out of your face, before diving back in.
He kissed you so gently, so sweetly, that when you felt his bulge press against you, you were almost caught off guard.
“Been thinking about you,” Trevor purred against your lips. “About what you said the other day.”
You froze and Trevor pulled away, hovering over you. He searched your face carefully.
“We don’t have to,” He reassured you. “You know we don’t have to. I’d never make you.”
“I want to,” You replied, voice small. “I’m just… scared.”
“Scared of what?” Trevor asked.
“What if I gag and I throw up all over you?” You cringed at the mere thought. “I’ll die if that happens.”
Trevor stifled a laugh. “I’ll shower and I’ll wait two weeks before letting you near my dick with your mouth again,” He answered, an easy smile turning up the corners of his mouth.
You pouted at him. “You’re not taking this seriously.”
“I am!” He protested. “Baby, you’re not going to throw up on my dick.”
“What if I do?”
“I just told you what we’d do if you threw up on my dick!”
“Okay, well, you’re not being very supportive of my fears.”
Trevor sighed and placed his hands on your shoulders. He stared deeply into your eyes. “I understand you are afraid of vomiting on my penis. I assure you, that will not happen.”
“How can you be so sure?” You whined.
“It’s never happened before,” Trevor said. He leaned down to kiss the spot under your ear. “Plus, baby, I’m going to go so slow that you’ll be begging for more by the end of it.”
A shiver ran down your spine at that, the way he whispered the words in your ear so his hot breath danced over your skin igniting a flame between your legs.
“Why don’t,” Trevor began, his hand making his way to your clothed mound, “I show you just how good getting head would make me feel?”
His deft fingers rubbed in circles over your clit, the pressure just intense enough to make you moan.
“Would you like that? I’ll get my tongue on you, make you come once, maybe twice…” Trevor kissed you, his lips sliding over yours, his tongue teasing its way into your mouth then out of it. “And then we can revisit the idea of getting your mouth on me?”
“Yeah,” You agreed lamely, the heat between your legs growing more slick with each circle of his fingers and each wet kiss.
Trevor stood from where he was lain on top of you. He untied your apron, which you had almost forgotten he was wearing, and tossed it to the side. He grabbed under your knees and dragged you down towards the arm of the couch, throwing one leg over the arm and setting your other foot on the floor. He kept a hand on that knee, rubbing smooth lines up and down your skin with his thumb. With his other hand, he traced the line of your folds through the fabric of your sweat-shorts.
They were a loose pair, gray and almost threadbare after years of washes and use. The fabric of the shorts was the thinnest barrier Trevor could have faced. You could have put on panties when you got out of the shower, but had opted just for these shorts instead. They were more comfortable. Now, they were just something stopping him from getting his mouth on you.
Except, it didn’t stop him.
Trevor mouthed over your clit, giving it an open-mouthed kiss. You whimpered at the shock that it sent up your body, causing your fingertips to twitch at your side. He ran his tongue over the length of your pussy and chuckled to himself when your hips jumped beneath him.
“Relax, honey,” Trevor said, his words muffled because he was still pressed against you. “Relax and enjoy.”
His fingers came up and moved your shorts out of the way, revealing you to him. Chastely, he kissed your folds, then pointedly blew cold air over your entrance.
“Trev,” You let out, reaching a hand towards his, still rubbing on your knee. He intertwined his fingers with yours, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.
Trevor licked his way up to your clit again, capturing it between his lips and sucking. He rolled the bud on his tongue, causing your hips to lift again. “Be good,” He told you, voice low. His eyes were closed as he continued to lick over you, practically french kissing your lower lips the same way he would the ones on your face.
It was a gradual build, the coil in your stomach tightening. You squeezed Trevor’s hand and ground down on his tongue. He flattened his tongue against your clit, letting you hump it, before he tensed it at your entrance and prodded his way into you. He flicked the muscle fast, and the sensation was all too much for you.
You came undone with a loud cry, your thighs closing around Trevor’s head involuntarily.
He continued to lap at your release, cleaning you up and only stopping when you relaxed beneath him and pushed him away.
“How was that?” Trevor asked, his face level with yours.
You reached out and looped your arms around his neck, dragging him forward until your lips crashed against his. This kiss, at your direction, was much more passionate. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned into his mouth. You turned, pushing at Trevor until he was the one seated on the couch. You found yourself on his lap, grinding down on his bulge.
“So you liked it?” Trevor asked.
You let out a laugh and sucked a hickey under his jaw. “Teach me how to make you feel good like that.”
Trevor shuddered when you scraped your teeth over his pulse point. “On your knees,” He told you. He guided you, with a hand on your shoulder, between his legs.
The sight of you there, feet tucked prettily under you, hands clasped in front of you, has Trevor’s dick twitching in his pants.
“Take my dick out, baby,” Trevor said, his voice soft but firm.
He lifted his hips as you pulled at his shorts. They pooled around his ankles, leaving him in just his briefs.
“Give me your hand.”
You reached up and he took your wrist, guiding your hand toward his bulge. He let your hand rest just to the side of him.
“Touch me. Over my pants.”
You traced the line of his dick over his pants, biting your lip when it jumped under your finger. You palmed him, fitting your hand over the curve of him and beginning to rub him up and down.
Trevor’s head tilted back and he let out a groan. “Faster.”
You sped up, just as he had asked you to, bringing your other hand up to cradle his balls.
“Fuck,” Trevor moaned, inadvertently tipping his hips up into your hand. “Take it out.”
You rushed to do so, scraping your nails against his sides when you pulled at his waistband. Trevor hissed at that, but didn’t say anything. When his dick was revealed to you, standing proud and dripping from the tip, you took it in your hand and leaned down to hesitantly lick his slit.
Trevor’s hands flew to your hair, the strands falling between his fingers. “Again,” He breathed out, eyes wide.
You licked his tip again, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“Oh my God,” Trevor drawled out, borderline whimpering. “Baby, fuck, please.”
You smiled, proud of yourself for reducing him from someone who was so sure of himself and so loud to someone who is whining just from your touch. You circled your lips around his lip, sucking lightly.
His dick twitched. “So good,” Trevor praised. “Can you take more?”
You nodded out of instinct, but the sensation made him garble out an unintelligible string of words. You sunk down lower on his dick, feeling your lips stretch as you take him down your throat. You bobbed your head up and down slowly, feeling how he slid in and out of you. The taste of him on your tongue was addicting– salty and just so man. You moaned, the vibrations enveloping Trevor’s dick in a way that made him buck up into your throat. You gagged, a tear forming on your waterline.
Trevor grabbed your hair and pulled you up, just barely off the head of his dick.
“You okay?” He asked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you gag.”
You cleared your throat and nodded. “You taste so good, Trevor.”
Trevor’s jaw dropped at the tone of your voice, light and innocent and sexy because it was worn with use.
“Fuck, suck me again, just take it,” Trevor encouraged, gathering your hair into a ponytail.
You lowered your mouth onto Trevor again, tracing your tongue over the vein on the underside of his dick. You used one hand to pump the part of his dick that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You bobbed up and down, covering your teeth as best you could, but Trevor relished in the ghost of a scrape over his member when you got caught up in the moment.
He was groaning, babbling above you, his abs flexing as he drowned in pleasure. His face was flushed and you whined when you saw the mark that you left on his sharp jawline.
“Baby, you’re so good,” Trevor groaned. “You’re gonna make me come.”
You reached a hand down into your shorts and fingered furiously over your clit, swooning with the sensation there and of the weight on your tongue.
Trevor leaned forward and spotted your movements, saw your hand moving from inside your shorts. “Oh my God, fuck, yeah, make yourself come, too, baby…”
You gave it your all, twisting your hand around the length of Trevor that wasn’t inside your mouth. Drool slid out of your mouth, offering plenty of lubrication for your hand, making it easier to jerk him.
“God, fucking– baby, let me come on your face. Please, wanna see it on you,” Trevor begged.
He said it right as your fingers teased your entrance in just the right way, and you came for the second time that night, kneeling on the carpet for your boyfriend’s pleasure.
You pulled off of Trevor, but kept your mouth open, sticking your tongue out. He took his dick in his hand and jacked himself off quickly, hand flying over his length.
“Close your eyes,” Trevor warned, panting like he couldn’t catch his breath. “Don’t– fuck– don’t want to get my come in your eye.”
You obeyed him, reluctantly losing sight of his figure. There would be plenty of other times where you could watch his face contort with the bliss of his orgasm, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of his hot, sticky come fall on your cheeks before Trevor aims his release at your tongue.
“God, Y/N,” Trevor groaned out. “I kind of want to take a picture of you like this.”
“Can I open my eyes?” You asked, “Wanna look up at you.”
“Yeah,” Trevor agreed, eyes fluttering as he took in the sight of you with his come on your face. When your eyes opened and met his, he felt himself starting to harden again. “Now I really want to take a picture.”
You wiped some of the come off of your cheek with your thumb before licking it off the digit. “Next time. I believe you promised me a home cooked dinner.”
notes: dear trevor zegras, i <3 you and think we could really get up to no good if you'd just give me a look. also, i wrote this at work. also, also, my coworker was sitting next to me and one of the elderly ladies asked me what i was typing. no comment.
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✧ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐎𝐮𝐭 | trevor zegras ♔
summary: when the news is out between trevor and jack's sister, things take a turn for the worse.
warnings: media, being exposed
published: 3/25/24
notes: two fics in one day? one week? I'm a changed person. this is very based off of red, white and royal blue because i love that movie with my whole soul. it's so good, i highly recommend it. anyway, this is it for the fics i had planned so I'm going to focus on my three au's for the rest of the week but if another fic comes out don't be surprised. let me know if you want a part two because i would be glad to write it | add yourself to the taglist ➺ taglist!
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Nothing was how it should be. They were supposed to be careful, they were careful. They were only seen together when it would make sense for them to be together; when he was in town for a game, when he was supposed to be hanging out with her brothers, or when he had a game against the Devils or the Canucks. And when they were seen together, they made sure everything was strictly platonic, no hand touches, no stolen glances, no nothing.
However, maybe they should’ve accounted for the fact that one, her friends were journalists, and two, her friends weren’t really her friends in the first place. They had a few classes together in college, back when she was still undecided, but despite that? They only found her interesting because of her last name and who shared it.
Somehow she was too predictable, her password was as basic as it got. It was the day Trevor asked her to be his girlfriend, they’re anniversary. It was the best day of both of their lives but now it was the root of all their problems. It wasn’t the biggest scandal on the dance floor, there were things much worse going on in the NHL and the world in general. No one would care about this besides the Zegras and the Hughes families and the girls who were too obsessed with hockey players and their relationships for their own good.
She was studying abroad in England this past year and she couldn’t help but fall in love with it. She had decided to extend her stay into the fall semester, not wanting to go back home. This sort of worked in her favor, she was 3,444 miles from Jack and Luke and 4,632 miles from Quinn. She was in a different time zone, country, and continent than them. All she had to do to avoid them was not answer her phone.
She was good at that, blocking out social media and her phone as a whole. Growing up the sister of hockey players and her mom being who she was in the hockey world, she got used to the hate and backlash she got from not wanting to do hockey. Her phone was shut off and thrown into her desk drawer. Her friends tried to comfort her but were to no avail, she was too worried about what other people thought about it.
Not only had pictures of them been put out into the world but their text messages as well. However, she couldn’t remember a time she left her phone unattended. She hadn’t spoken to Trevor in two weeks, she hadn’t spoken to anybody besides her roommates in two weeks. She had seen a couple of articles and videos that were spreading, the one of Trevor’s interviews where he was addressing the situation was not only the biggest one but the most recent one.
It was before the game, that the reporter had asked him about how everything in the media that was speculating had impacted him and his play. To which he responded with, “Y/n and I are together and have been since the beginning of the season. And whether people choose to support or hate it, isn’t my problem nor my business. We’re happy and hope everyone can support that decision and respect our privacy. I fell in love with a girl who happens to be related to my best friend. How is this affecting my mindset? I wouldn’t say it has, I’m still planning, and Greg still thinks I’m playing as best as I can and even better. I’m worried about her, that’s for sure. She hasn’t had the best track record with the media.”
He said a few more words, none of which mattered to y/n. She wasn’t sure if she cried more because of what he said or the situation. She curled up on the chair in the corner of the room, reading a book. Her friends looked at her sadly, they hated the fact that she had gone back to her reserved nature.
Trevor on the other hand was acting like it wasn’t bothering him, he couldn’t hide himself from the media or anything really like she could. But, it was eating him alive. He didn’t know if she was okay or if something had happened or if she was ignoring him. He was too desperate to know if he was okay so he attempted to reach out to all three of her brothers but he got nothing back in return.
It wasn’t until Mason walked into his room with his phone in hand, “I called her friend for you.”
Trevor looked at him with wide eyes, “What?”
“Thank me later.”
Her friend had been walking up the stairs to their apartment when she got the call from Mason, they had met when y/n and Trevor took them along on a trip to ensure that no rumors would start. She had practically run the rest of the way and bolted into the apartment. She walked over to y/n and handed her the phone.
She reached out for it and held it up to her ear, “Hello?”
“Baby!”
Her voice stuck in her throat along with the sob that had been forming for a while. “Trevor? Oh my god, are you alright?”
“I’m hanging in there. Are you okay?”
She paused, “No. No, I’m not okay.”
“You know what, I’m coming to London tonight. Just hold on until I get there.”
“Hurry please.”
And just as he promised, 8 hours later he was standing in her apartment, opening his arms for her. She ran into them once she heard him call out and buried her head into his chest. Trevor sunk to the floor with her, his back pressed up against the wall, “It’s okay. I’m here. I got you.”
He could feel her body racked with sobs and he couldn’t help but start crying himself. He had torn himself apart these past two weeks as he waited to hear from her and knowing how much she had been in pain had hurt him. He picked her up soon after and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed. He crawled in next to her and wrapped his arms around her once more.
“Have you heard from your brothers yet?”
“Not a word. Not that I have checked my phone since the article came out.”
He frowned at her, tightening his hold, “Sometimes I wonder if part of their acceptance is just to forget it ever happened in the first place.”
This made him laugh a little as he pulled back to look at her. He moved the piece of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. His face changed when he realized that her small smile had turned back into a frown, “I feel so lost. They used to adore me, used to protect me, but now. It feels like they just wish I never existed.”
“Hey, they still love you.” She just blinked at him, “I’m sure if you looked at your phone they would just be wondering if you were okay.”
“I liked your speech, it was very put together.”
He smiled at her, “It made me very proud to be your girlfriend.”
“Hey, I’m always proud to be your boyfriend.”
She giggled and kissed his cheek, “You know what I mean you dork.”
“Speaking of boyfriends and girlfriends. Did you know Mason and Lia were dating?”
She perked up, “No! When did that happen?”
“Apparently-”
“Hey.”
The two turned and looked at Lia, “What’s up?”
“Your brothers are here.”
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You heard the front door open and a distant call of your name. Lifting your head off the bed, you listened intently and began to panic as you heard footsteps getting closer to your bedroom.
“Trev,” you whispered. “You gotta stop. Somebody’s here.”
Trevor continued kissing up your neck, no doubt carelessly leaving marks you would have to cover up later. “Nah, baby, it’s fine. They’ll go away.”
“Trevor, I’m serious. It could be one of my brothers.” You were desperately trying not to moan as he sucked on your sweet spot.
He placed a final kiss on your shoulder blade before pulling away and meeting your eyes. His lips were red and swollen, and while his pupils dilated when he looked at you, his narrowed eyes told you how he felt. “Do we always have to do this? Would it be so bad if they found out?”
After about six months of dating in secret, you often wondered the same thing. “Like this? Very bad.”
A knock sounded at the door of your bedroom. “Y/n? You in there?” Jack’s voice asked from the hall.
“Just a sec!” you called out, hurrying to push Trevor off of you and grab your discarded shirt from the floor. You motioned to the closet and he scrambled to hide himself in it.
You tried to push your hair down to make it look mostly normal before opening the door. Jack eyed you up and down. “Is Trevor here?”
You heard a yelp from the closet that you tried to cover up with a cough as you felt heat rise to your face. “No, why?”
“His car is in the driveway,” Jack stated obviously. Another sound from the closet.
“Is there something in there?” Jack asked, trying to peer around the door before you stopped him with a hand to his chest, pushing him back.
You chuckled nervously. “Of course not. Don’t be stupid.”
Jack sniffed the air and furrowed his eyebrows. “You smell like Axe. Why the fuck do you smell like that shit Trevor uses?”
“Better question. Why do you drop by my house unannounced?” you inquired, attempting to deflect the subject onto him.
“Because I can do whatever I want,” Jack dismissed quickly. “Is Trevor in the closet?”
“No,” Trevor said, obviously from the closet.
You dropped your head in defeat as Jack swiftly moved past you into the room. He opened the closet door to find a shirtless Trevor leaning against the dresser.
“Surprise,” he said, rather unhelpfully.
Jack was quiet for a moment, taking in the scene in front of him. Trevor’s eyes flickered nervously to you, but you put your hands up and gave him a look that said, ‘You did this to yourself.’
“You’re boning my sister and you didn’t even tell me?” Jack marveled, sounding rather hurt.
You cringed, wrinkling your nose. “Ew, Jack. Don’t say ‘boning.’ That’s disgusting.”
He whipped his head around, scowling at you. “Is that not what you’ve been doing?”
You shrugged. “There are nicer ways to describe it.”
“You’re really not helping,” Trevor complained.
“I feel like I’ve been cheated on,” Jack said sadly, pretending to wipe a fake tear from his eye.
“Bro, you’re still my second favorite Hughes,” Trevor reassured.
“Second favorite?” Jack reeled.
“I mean, Y/n’s always been my favorite.”
Jack scoffed. “She’s not even the prettiest.”
“Excuse me?” you said. “I’m much prettier than you. In case you didn’t hear, he likes me the most.”
“Ladies, don’t fight over little old me. There’s plenty of Trevor to go around.” Trevor held up his palms, smirking at you both.
Jack looked disgusted. “She can have you, dude. I’m not into Axe body spray anyways.”
“It doesn’t even smell half bad,” Trevor said, mildly offended.
“No offense, Trev, but it kind of does,” you admitted.
“Yeah, and go put some clothes on, why don’t you?” Jack suggested, exiting the room with you in tow.
You stopped him in the hall with a hand on his arm. “Are you really not mad about this?”
Jack shook his head, the corners of his mouth twitching up. “No, he obviously likes you, and besides, I’m not the brother he should be worried about.”
“What do you mean?”
“Tell him to watch out for big brother Quinn.” Jack winked. You shoved at his chest, rolling your eyes.
“Shut up, man.” You looked back into the bedroom to see Trevor fumbling around with the sheets, still looking for his shirt. You watched him with a fond smile, knowing Jack was doing the same to you.
Little did Trevor know, he still had two other brothers to break the news to, and they wouldn’t be as forgiving.
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TAKE A HIKE
WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, public sexual acts, exhibitionist kink, etc. 18+ readers only
PAIRING(S): Trevor Zegras x Hughes!Reader
SUMMARY: in which Trevor Zegras and Hughes!Reader just need to find a way to get along.
"I've never known anyone so uncoordinated in all my life." Trevor laughed as he tightly gripped the handle on the top of Y/N’s backpack. "You're hopeless.” He said, dragging her none-too-gently onto the granite boulder where he'd spent the last five minutes waiting for her.
"Oh, fuck off." Y/N gained her footing and shoved his hand off her, annoyed by the way everything physical came so easily to him. She turned her back on him and stood facing the valley below, taking in the peaceful scenery so at odds with the tension inside her. She'd pulled her hair into a ponytail; the cool breeze whipped the ends and rippled across her t-shirt while she mentally cursed her brother for putting her in this situation.
"I've heard unrequited love often makes women a bit testy. Now I know it's true."
She sneaked a glance at him and snorted in spite of herself. "You wish."
Y/N pulled her water bottle from the side pocket of her bag and popped the top, tilting it to her mouth to take a drink. Trevor moved in beside her and bumped her shoulder, causing her to lose her grip and send water dribbling down her chin. She shot him a lethal glare.
Y/N caught the droplets and wiped her damp fingers on her shorts. "You did that on purpose."
His mouth tilted in a half-smile and he turned the full weight of his striking eyes on her. "I need to make my own fun. In case you haven't noticed, you're shitty company."
"I'm normally delightful. Trust me, it's you not me." Y/N watched as the afternoon sun played across his features, wishing he'd at least show some sign he was as tired as her. The breeze ruffled his hair and his skin glowed with a light sheen of perspiration.
"I've never seen you as anything other than a smartass.” Trevor said.
"That's because you're always around at the time." She slipped her bottle into her backpack. "You bring out the worst in me."
"Is this a sexual tension thing? If I let you get into my pants will it help improve your mood?" Trevor lifted his arms above his head and his eyes remained on her while he indulged in a leisurely stretch.
"Uh, no. There are things I want to do to you, but none of them would be enjoyable. Not for you, anyway." Y/N hated the fact that she couldn't stop her attention from drifting to the enticing vision of his abs revealed by his raised shirt.
A deep chuckle brought her gaze back to his and she had to steel herself against the humor his knowing smile stirred inside her. "Just checking.” Trevor said. "I'll take one for the team if I have to. Keep that in mind."
Y/N rolled her eyes and tried to decide which would be more painful, diving into the valley below or spending another three hours with him. "I honestly don't think I can take any more of this."
"Blame your brother.” Trevor said, dropping his arms to his side. "Jack’s always playing the peacemaker."
"All the stress of trying to make it into the playoffs must have finally driven him insane. Anyone can see you and I are never going to get along."
Jack decided a spur-of-the-moment bonding session in nature was just what Y/N and Trevor needed to end the hostility between them. So far the idea had turned out to be a complete flop. She couldn't stop sniping at him and he hadn't even tried to hold back from needling her during the two hours they'd already spent together.
"Awe, don't say 'never'." Trevor rested his arm across her shoulder and pulled her in against his side. "We'll be BFFs after this, I just know it."
Y/N pressed her lips together and tried to keep a straight face. She pushed his arm off her and took a deep breath, forging ahead in an effort to hide her amusement. Trevor only let her take the lead for a few minutes before he gripped her shoulders and physically moved her aside so he could pass through. She sighed and tried to focus on the scenery to take her mind off her predicament.
Her backpack was a heavy burden at her shoulders, blisters had formed on her toes and sweat trickled down her spine. The trail grew denser and the terrain more challenging the deeper they hiked. They hadn't passed a single person on their journey which only served to make her feel even more isolated. In normal circumstances Y/N had a lot of patience, but her control began to slip as the minutes ticked by and her exhaustion grew.
Y/N continued her verbal jousting with Trevor, becoming more personal and less tactful as the hike progressed. The main problem she faced was that her behavior appeared to annoy her more than it did him. Sometimes he'd reply with a witty comeback and other times she'd notice his shoulders moving in a silent laugh as he turned his head away from her.
Y/N released a loud breath and shook her head, knowing what needed to be done. There was nothing like an over-long hike in the Michigan air to help bring some clarity to your thinking. For the sake of her brother’s happiness, she had to put more effort into being less abrasive towards Trevor.
Over an hour later, they reached a clearing and Trevor slipped his arms from his backpack, letting it drop to the ground. He rested against a rock and pulled in air. Y/N wanted to cheer with relief as she slid free from her pack to join him.
A smile hovered at his mouth as Trevor glanced at her. "I only stopped so I could take a break from listening to you wheeze."
Y/N moved in beside him to share the rock. She let out a breathless laugh, too tired to fight with him. "I'd kiss you in gratitude if I didn't think you'd hurt me." She stared at the tree-filled landscape, listening to the wind rustle through the leaves while she braced herself for his reply. When the silence stretched on her gaze shifted to him. "Why so quiet?" She asked. "No more digs?"
Trevor’s body remained facing straight ahead; only his eyes slid in her direction. "We need to stop that."
She threw a furtive glance his way. "I've been thinking the same thing."
"It's going to take a lot of effort, more on your part than mine."
Y/N hummed her agreement, the humor in his tone making her smile. She soaked up the silence with him for a while, losing herself in her thoughts. She couldn't imagine what it would be like being friends with him now, they'd spent too long as... she didn't even know what to call the relationship they currently shared. Maybe a truce was the easiest option.
"Say something nice to me.” Y/N finally said, wanting to test him. "I bet you can't even come up with one thing."
Trevor pushed off the rock and took a couple of steps away, turning to face her once he'd put some distance between them. He appeared to be thinking it over but it didn't take him too long to find an answer. "Alright.” He said. “Even though you dress like Adam Sandler, I can tell there's a hot body hidden somewhere under there."
Y/N shifted gravel around with the toe of her sneaker and hid her amusement. "Wow, thanks. I guess a backhanded compliment is better than nothing at all." She looked up at him, deciding to have a try at this niceness thing herself. "I like your… that bit.” She said, pointing to the area between his navel and waistband.
"This?" Trevor asked, lifting the hem of his shirt.
She kept her mouth shut and nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He let his shirt fall back into place and said, "Okay, I'll admit I also find your sense of humor entertaining."
Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, enjoying herself. She wanted to draw the moment out even longer, but figured she'd be pushing her luck. "I think you're annoyingly funny sometimes, too.” She finally relented.
Trevor laughed as he bent to pick up her backpack. "Thanks. That's more than enough for one day. Let's keep moving before I get all emotional."
Trevor helped her slip into her straps, the gesture so considerate it left her feeling unsure how to respond. Y/N made the wisest decision and just offered a simple thank you. When he'd shouldered his own pack, he tugged her ponytail, a reminder they weren't quite friends yet, and headed off to begin the rest of their journey.
Y/N stood there for a while longer, feeling hopeful about this new development. A sense of warmth had begun to develop between them that she'd never experienced with him before now. Maybe Jack had been right and spending time in a situation where they couldn't avoid each other was just what they needed. She'd have to keep an open mind about it all and see where it headed.
Trevor’s movements briefly distracted her from her thoughts. Y/N’s gaze lowered to his legs and she watched him walk, taking note of the way the muscles shifted beneath his smooth skin. His shorts were just tight enough for her to get a decent rear view and once she'd set eyes on him she couldn't look away.
"You have a nice ass!" Y/N yelled out before she could stop herself.
Trevor lifted his arm, did a fist pump above his head and kept trudging on.
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"So that's it, then." Y/N shoved her backpack into the trunk of her car and lowered the lid. Jack had urged them to travel in one vehicle, but there'd only been so much togetherness they were willing to tolerate. Trevor drove himself here and parked alongside her in what was now an otherwise empty lot.
Having already stowed his bag he stood with her between their cars to say goodbye. His hands were splayed low on his hips and he regarded her with a friendlier expression than she'd grown used to expecting from him. "Yep. It didn't turn out too badly after all.” Trevor said.
Her mouth curved with a hesitant smile. "You're actually an okay person once you stop trying to be so irritating."
He chuckled as he looked her over. "And you're pretty good company when you're too tired to speak."
Y/N huffed out a laugh and looked away, surprised by how much easier it was to be around him. The last few hours had opened her eyes to the man hidden beneath the egotistical exterior and she had to reluctantly admit she liked what she'd discovered. "I hope everything's going to be okay between us now." She said, meeting his eyes.
Trevor leaned past her to open the driver's side door, resting his arm along the top edge. "If we can manage to find some tape for your mouth, I think we'll be fine."
Y/N laughed and gave him a playful shove. "I was being serious."
"Hey." He let go of the door and grabbed her wrists in defense, holding her at bay. "So was I." Trevor’s patient amusement and the feel of his warm fingers on her skin encouraged a twinge of something intimate and unexpected inside her.
Y/N stared at him while he held her, not sure whether she wanted him to pull her closer or release her. Going by the expression on his face, she guessed similar thoughts were whirling around in his mind. "I'm done attacking you.” She said, reminding him that he still held her.
"I know. I'm not letting you go just yet." Trevor kept his eyes on her while he tugged her slowly toward him. "I want to show you something."
Y/N’s gaze narrowed. "What?"
"Relax. Stop looking at me like I'm going to hurt you." A sliver of space separated their bodies. She could feel the heat emanating from him. "My brother and I used to beat the shit out of each other when we were younger.” Trevor said. "Our mom always stopped the fighting and made us hug, her theory being that you can't be angry at someone when you're hugging them."
"Your mother's a hippy. I'm not getting all cuddly with you.”
The sound that came from him was somewhere between a laugh and a growl. "Try it, Y/N. Give me hell later if it doesn't work."
Trevor released her wrists and slid his hands slowly over the curve of her shoulders. He watched her while he touched her, somehow making the connection more personal. Y/N shivered and before she could take a bracing breath he drew her into his arms, wrapping her up in a hug so tight, so comforting, that she actually sighed.
Y/N sank into the moment and turned her head to rest her cheek against his chest. Her arms came up to encircle his waist and she held him, immersing herself in his strength and warmth. Trevor’s heart beat strong and steadily beneath her cheek, his chin resting on the top of her head while he kept her close. She had no idea how long they stood there like that but the feel of his palm stroking her spine, squeezing the back of her neck before it slid down again, felt so good she didn't want him to let her go.
Y/N could've sworn he placed a soft kiss on her hair before he eventually clasped her arms to pull her back from him. The separation made her want to cry out in protest. She looked up at him, still dazed by the contact.
"Do you feel like arguing with me?" Trevor asked, sweeping his thumbs over her shoulders.
Y/N moistened her lower lip and shook her head, overwhelmed by the tenderness of the moment. She felt like doing something but it had nothing to do with arguing. "I take it back. She was right." Her body swayed toward him of its own accord. She laughed, uncomfortable with her needs but unwilling to give up the opportunity for more. "You're good at that. I want another one.”
A look of amusement passed over his features and he tugged her back into his arms without even questioning her request. Y/N surprised herself by hugging him tightly and rubbing her cheek against his chest, soaking up the solid heat of him. His hands warmed her back, his fingers flexing against her muscles in a rubbing, massaging motion that had her closing her eyes to savor the touch.
Trevor located a sore muscle just above her shoulder blade and she arched her back, pressing her body closer. Y/N heard and felt the groan that traveled through him; a responding tingle of excitement hit her deep in her stomach. Even though she'd always found him physically attractive, she hadn't been able to see him as anything other than just the annoying best friend of her brother. Now she could barely remember what it was about him that had rubbed her up the wrong way.
Trevor dipped his head and left a soft kiss on her temple. He kept her snugly against him with one arm while his other hand tilted her chin. She clutched his waist and held her breath as she gazed up at him, wondering what she'd find in his expression.
His eyes were intense as they met hers, his jaw clenched while he looked her over. His thumb swept across her lower lip and his mouth tilted in the slightest of smiles. Trevor leaned closer and said in a low voice, "If I knew in the beginning all you needed was one good hug to make you more agreeable, I would've done it when I first met you."
Y/N scowled at him while trying to hide her smile. Just because there was a chance he might be right didn't mean she wanted him getting ahead of himself. "You think you can shut me up with a hug?"
"I doubt that'll keep you quiet. This will, though." His hand curved around her neck and he pulled her up on her toes to press his mouth to hers.
Her eyes closed and a sigh rippled through her. Y/N grasped his t-shirt and held on. Her heart thudded and her stomach plummeted at the suddenness of it all. One thought filled her mind in that moment: Oh, God. Finally. The kiss started out slow, his warm, firm lips coaxing hers to respond.
Y/N trembled with a quick shiver, flattening her palms against his chest. She no longer noticed the chill in the air, the tiredness in her bones. Her mind focused entirely on Trevor, still reeling at their change in circumstances. She leaned into him. A moan came from her as her arms slid around his neck and her tongue thrust against his. His hands supported her while his mouth took control, guiding, arousing. She couldn't get close enough.
Trevor’s lips moved over her exposed throat, flicking his tongue here, sucking lightly there and driving her to the point where she wanted to beg him for more. Trevor dipped his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat and her mouth dropped open. She let out a sigh, neediness growing inside her until it took on a life of its own. She sank her hands into his hair and pulled him up so she could bring his mouth back to hers.
"You're a good hugger.” Y/N said breathlessly, brushing her lips over his. “And a good kisser. With that mouth, I knew you would be."
His teeth nibbled her earlobe while he gripped her ass and pulled her against him. "Wanna see something else I do well?" Trevor asked.
Although she heard the humor in his voice, his erection was impossible to miss. She knew the offer was a serious one. Desire rolled through her and she laughed when she least expected to want to laugh. "Yeah."
A husky chuckle vibrated against his throat. "Here?"
Y/N’s eyes flickered open, sweeping over their surroundings. They were still alone. At this late hour no one would be starting out on a hike. "Yeah.” She repeated.
Trevor groaned and took her mouth again, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other squeezed her ass, grinding her against his erection. He was hard, so hard. She slipped her hand between their bodies and stroked him, her fingertips running along his rigid length. He growled and his tongue swept over hers, his hands growing more demanding. She massaged his cock, wanting to feel his silky skin without any barriers, to find out what it was like to have him. The last man she'd ever expected to actually be with in this way, thrusting inside her, filling her and making her cum.
Trevor pulled his mouth from hers and spent one breath-stealing second looking into her eyes then he turned her and closed the door, pressing her against the car. She'd expected him to drag her into the back seat, now her stomach churned in anticipation. Y/N closed her eyes as his hands slipped under her t-shirt and smoothed over her ribs, roaming upwards to enclose her breasts. She let out a harsh breath, her ass pushing back against him. His hands kneaded her flesh, his thumbs slowly sweeping over her hardened nipples.
Trevor leaned down and kissed the back of her neck. His fingers tugged the cups of her bra down, shoving them under her breasts. He teased her nipple with one hand, the other drifting over her stomach to work on the button at the waistband of her shorts. He released the catch and dipped his hand inside, slipping his fingers under her panties to discover her wet warmth. The rapid change in movement and the confidence behind his touch had her heart pounding. She pushed back even harder and let out a whimper, needing to feel his cock.
"Jesus, Y/N, you're fucking soaked." Trevor clasped her breast, teasing her nipple while his fingertips stroked her pussy.
"I need you.” Y/N dragged in a breath and leaned her forehead on the car, the cool metal a stark contrast to her flushed skin.
His hand released her breast and he grabbed the hem of her top. "Get rid of this.” Trevor said.
Y/N straightened and tore her t-shirt from her body, dropping it beside her. The haze of desire had her barely able to comprehend what was happening between them. She'd started the day arguing with him and now he had her pinned against her car with her top off and his hand in her panties. "Inside me.” She said. "Put your cock inside me."
Trevor groaned and gripped the back of her shorts. "Not yet." He yanked them down with her panties until both dropped freely to her ankles. She only had a moment to feel exposed before he shocked her again by pushing his hand between her thighs. His fingers slipped into her pussy from behind while his other hand teased her clit from the front.
"Fuck, Trevor.” Her hips jerked and a husky moan tore from her. Her body wanted to push back against one hand and buck forward against the other. His wrist nestled between her legs, his fingers driving slowly into her. Her eyes clenched shut and she felt him kiss her throat. The cool breeze caressed her bare skin.
Trevor circled her clit, teasing and massaging, his strokes firm and thorough. His fingers kept steadily pumping, lifting her to her toes with the pleasure they brought to her. He surrounded her, overwhelmed her. He aroused her beyond control. Y/N pressed her palms to the roof of her car, needing to hang on to something, anything. Her eyes flickered open and she focused on his reflection in the glass. His mouth moved to her jaw where he left soft, damp kisses on her skin.
"I'm going to make you cum.” Trevor said, his voice a low rumble beside her ear. "Then I'm going to fuck you hard right here, where anyone could see you." He timed his words with the thrust of his fingers, each pump growing in intensity until he had her begging for release.
Y/N lowered one hand to her breast, cupping her flesh, rubbing her nipple. Trevor massaged her clit, caressing the sensitive bud until she just couldn't take any more. Her hips moved back again and again to meet the slide of his fingers. She bent her head and sucked in air as it came over her. Her body shuddered and her hips lifted from his hand.
She moaned, losing herself in the moment until she finally closed her eyes and cried out, "God, Trevor.” Y/N nearly collapsed but his arm wrapped around her. She relaxed against him, letting him take her weight as her body shook with the last of her tremors.
Trevor groaned and kissed her cheek, his lips lingering. "You might be a pain in the ass, but you're an unbelievably sexy pain in the ass."
Y/N managed a smile; she would have laughed if she still had her wits about her. She leaned her head on his shoulder and felt his fingers leave her. He kissed her jaw and moved behind her. A few seconds later, the sound of a zipper filled the silence and a new wave of desire crashed through her.
Y/N closed her eyes, tilting her hips backwards to welcome the thick glide of his cock. He sank inside her, filling her, letting out a deep sigh as she took him in. His hips rested against her then he drew back and plunged inside her again. "Oh, God.”
Trevor slipped one arm across the front of her hips, keeping her right where he wanted her. His other hand gathered her wrists together and rested them on the roof of her car. Her breasts flattened against the glass. He leaned on her back, his thrusts gaining intensity. Y/N felt his harsh breaths on her neck, the flex of his fingertips digging into her hip. The sensations were almost too much, but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted the closeness between them to continue on and on.
Trevor’s hold on her tightened as his cock plunged inside her. He lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to her cheek, her throat, his mouth hot and damp on her skin. "Fuck, Y/N.” He said, his deep voice sounding breathless beside her ear.
Y/N’s eyes drifted open. The way he spoke her name made her stomach flutter. He drove into her so hard that she cried out with every thrust. He kept up the pace for so long that his stamina left her breathless. She braced herself for something that seemed just out of reach but then without warning it came over her again. Her muscles tensed as it hit her in a rush. She pulsed deep inside, her stomach clenching, her thighs clamping around him. A low scream came from her and she quivered in his arms.
Trevor gave her a squeeze and let go of her wrists. He cupped her breast, holding her while his thrusts slowed to a deep grind. Y/N rested her palm over his hand, whispering unintelligible words. He pressed his lips to her cheek and let out a long, shuddering breath as he came inside her.
The only sounds for a while were the wind rustling through the trees and the distant call of a flock of birds. The afternoon had begun to slip into early evening, the shadows lengthening across the ground. Neither of them spoke as he withdrew from her and tucked himself back into his shorts.
Y/N felt exposed now the urgency had passed, the cold air sending a shiver through her. She pulled up the cups of her bra and busied herself redressing, trying not to think too much about whether or not she'd get the opportunity to do this again with him. Now she'd experienced a taste of him it only made her want more, much more.
She finally looked up only to discover Trevor standing there with his hands in his pockets, watching her with an amused expression. "You're overthinking this now, aren't you?” He asked.
"No, I'm not." Y/N smiled at him, refusing to let on what had been going through her mind just now. "I'm wondering how you're going to go about telling Jack you seduced me and took advantage of me."
Trevor’s eyes glimmered with humor as he looked her over. "Some things are best kept quiet. I'd hate for him to stress out. He has enough to worry about."
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers, silencing her with a deep leisurely kiss. When he eventually pulled away, the sweetness of it had her leaning forward for more. Trevor smiled and kissed her again, slipping a hand from his pocket to curve around her neck.
This time when Trevor broke the contact, he rested his forehead against hers. “I'm giving you fair warning we'll be doing this again soon, and if you say no I have my ways of convincing you to change your mind."
Y/N bit her lip to try to contain the happiness that wanted to break free. Despite everything that had occurred between them, she still couldn't resist the temptation to stir him up a little. "No.” She said, her smile issuing a challenge she knew he'd take on.
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i wish more than anything you were good to me; your memory kisses me softer than you ever did.
tz11 x reader: halloween parties are for exes.
(warnings: blasphemous filth, unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), choking, hair pulling (both ways), fingering, dirty talk (obviously), both characters are toxic and mean and all that (i can't write a healthy tz11 relationship for the life of me, (please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)
(a/n: welcome to the spice installment of sugar and spice! favorites - this was so fun for me to write, you have no idea. nothing i love more than a main character (you) who gives tz11 what's coming to him. if you don't like toxic relationships, maybe don't read, but i think this one is really fun. and you get a happy ending (my kind of happy ending, at least)! but, please, don't actually fuck your exes. i promise it's not as hot as i'm making it out to be. this is a shorter, single scene piece, sort of like my earlier stuff. i hope you enjoy, and i hope you tell me what you think. you can read the sugar installment here for a no-smut, meet-cute type of piece with jd6. happy halloween! sending so much love and beauty and gentleness to you and your snakes. go canucks! i love that i can say that and have them actually be playing! until next time).
a couple hours before, when you were getting ready for the party, lacing up your corset with thick red ribbon and painting thin, dark veins under your eyes like spiders, you had laughed with your friends about how nothing could ruin this night.
evidently, you had been wrong.
you felt him before you saw him. you had always had a sort of sixth sense for his presence. even when you were together, looking back, it wasn't necessary a good feeling, but a stimulating one. when he entered a room, your blood felt like it sparked to life, moved through your body faster than what was healthy. electricity hummed at your fingertips, practically making your teeth chatter.
this time, a month or so after you broke up with him, a month or so after he cheated on you without even a breath of remorse, a bitter taste filled your mouth.
a bitterness that exploded when he locked eyes with you across the dark, crowded room. his eyes that you had hoped you wouldn't recognize, hoped you wouldn't find as captivating as you had before.
but you did, and he probably knew that. he smirked at you, the expression pulling at his mouth in an easy way you had always been envious of. you scowled, turned away, felt something like rage and embarrassment and grief well up within you, push at the boundaries of your body, threaten to force their way to the outside world, to the world of the known.
your waterline felt tense, explosive with the pressure of it all. your skin felt hot, your hands didn't feel like yours. you ducked your head down, felt your exhale come out shallow and shaky, almost like the breath you let out when you had shut your door on him, one last time, not so long ago. maybe you should just go home. maybe you weren't ready, just yet. maybe -
"sugar."
you lifted your head up instinctually, found him much too close, so close it made you devastatingly angry. how could he stand here, so close you could smell his cologne, but not the one you had bought him for his last birthday? instead, that cheap, horrid one you always hated but he insisted on? the one you thought made him smell like an over-excited teenager?
and who was he to call you that, now? a name that once had sent your head spinning with delight, with fantasies of a one-day autumn wedding, of a house with a wrap around porch, of a rescue dog and a blue-tile kitchen. now, it made wrath cloud your head like potent whiskey.
"trevor," you responded, surprised yourself at the hardness, the coldness that froze your words in midair.
he pouted as he leaned back against the wall, his bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic way. he was making fun of you.
he nodded up and down, gesturing to your costume. "and what're you supposed to be? dracula's whore?"
you bristled. he never had understood boundaries, how he had relinquished any right to judge you.
you looked good, you knew it, and you could tell he knew it, too. he wouldn't have called you that if he didn't. and you didn't miss the spark of heat that caught behind his gaze, the way his eyes caught lazily on your chest.
he was an asshole, but he still wanted you. that had to count for something.
"what are you supposed to be? a narcissistic douchebag?" you looked him up and down, and a laugh bubbled free from your throat. a real one, when you realized what he was wearing. "no way you actually wore your own jersey."
you shot him a look of false pity, placed a manicured hand over your heart like a southern belle that possessed all the forgiveness you so lacked. "couldn't pay some other girl to wear it for you? no one wants to be an overrated sellout this halloween?"
he chuckled, a sound full of danger and you hated how your stomach turned upon hearing it. how something tightened at the reminder of the good parts - how you wished you could only remember the bad ones.
your biting tone seemed to set him at ease, if anything. he cocked his head to the side, crossed his arms across his chest, shot you a knowing look. "when have i ever had to pay for that, sugar?" he asked, teasing and slow, like talking to a toddler.
a tone you refused to accept.
"i don't know," you shrugged, brushed your hands on your skirt. "i guess i always assumed you paid off the girl you cheated on me with." you gave a light gesture to his general being. "because it isn't your looks, and surely it isn't your sparkling personality."
he laughed, deep and raw, rebalanced himself on his feet. you took a sip of your drink, ran your tongue along your cheek, took the opportunity to really take him in.
it's not like he looked too different from when you last saw him. same messy hair, if not a bit grown out. same sharp features, same childish expressions that always made him look less mature than his face. same long frame and strong shoulders. same aura of self-assurance, of steadiness.
"are you done, sugar?" he asked, in a single motion grabbing your drink from your hand and taking a sip.
you rolled your eyes. "like you want me to be." you didn't necessarily have a problem with him knowing you were looking at him like that. maybe it was a side effect of having been in a serious (to you) relationship with him.
he shrugged. "fair enough," he conceded, and you took your drink right back.
"you don't like cocktails, remember," you bit out, attempting to wield history like some fabled blade.
when you were together, he never drank sweet drinks, even though you knew he liked them more than beer or hard liquor. he would always drink yours, like he was doing now.
you had always believed he was far too concerned with his image.
his smirk grew deeper, a flash of teeth that could have been a snarl if he took you more seriously. "how's celibacy treating you, then, sugar?"
"stop calling me that," you bit out, felt your anger swirl around you like a poison fog.
"you're nothing else to me," he said, little more than a scoff.
you refused to even justify his narcissism with a response. you shoved your cocktail into his chest for him to finish. "and i'm not celibate, you dick." you tilted your head, let your eyes fill with pity. "someone needed to finish the job after a year of dissatisfaction." the lie felt powerful as it escaped past your teeth.
so you turned, walked away from him, before he could bite out something terrible.
finding your friends, making your way to the dance floor, you exhaled, something heavy and flat on your breath. something that may have had something to do with the fact that even after all he had done, all he had put you through, how much you hated him, you still wanted him.
how infuriating was that? how paper thin the line was between want and spite?
so a combination of both rumbled through you like an earthquake as you danced, let your hair fall gracefully down one side of your neck, your head thrown back, the music like a heartbeat.
you didn't know where he was, but you knew he was watching you, knew he couldn't tear his gaze away, and that knowledge was intoxicating.
even as someone else came up behind you, some other lacking man whispered something in your ear, something that made you laugh, even as this ghost of a man put a hand on your hip, and swayed with you, even then he was watching.
he was watching for what could have been a moment, could have been an hour, until he was right in front of you again, pulling you away, pulling you down the hall, until it was just the two of you under dim lights, the air smelling of smoke and regret.
you peered up at him, his body so, so close. "what the fuck, trevor?" you seethed.
he boxed you against the wall, his forearm above your head, the other hand bracing at your side. "oh, please, sugar. you don't want him."
the air between you sparked, familiar as a favorite sweater. you smirked at him, found want flooding from his gaze like an unchecked faucet. maybe you would have pointed it out if you didn't know the same want was reflected in yours.
"ah," you said. "you're jealous." your mouth ticked, smug, satisfied. you brought a delicate hand up to pat his cheek like a chastising grandparent. "rich, coming from you, trev."
you made to pull your hand back, but he was faster, moving his own hand to cover yours, holding it against his face.
the gravity of the motion startled you, made your stomach tighten. this, a voice cooed inside of you like a demon, this is the part you'll miss.
"'m not jealous," he breathed, shaky, as if your extended touch made him lose his balance.
was his face getting closer to yours? when was the last time you had been able to see his eyes so close, besides in memories that made hot tears prick at your lashes?
"liar," you hissed, heat from his cheek seeming to scorch clean through your palm.
"yeah, sugar?" he whispered, his gaze dipping down to your mouth almost drowsily, "make a liar out of me."
he guided your lips to his in a kiss that felt like your favorite dive bar after weeks of fancy hotel restaurants, like flame and fog and tarnished jewelry you couldn't bring yourself to take off.
he relaxed against your body with a sound you had forgotten he could make, in moments like these. a mix of a moan, an exhale, a whimper - how could you have forgotten? surely there had never been anything more important.
you looped your arms around his neck, pulled him down, closer, as he reached down to hook one of your legs up around his hip.
you moaned into his mouth as he rolled his hips up into you, exactly the kind of frantic and direct you had missed from him.
he tasted like the sweet drink you had shared, like brutal history, like catastrophic closure.
somehow, this felt like power, as you felt him harden against you.
because you wanted him, sure, but he would never have you the way he had before. he would never have all of you, so completely and wholly and absolutely. never again would he understand the privilege of how he had known you before, so cruelly and deeply and personally.
tonight, you would have him with a nonchalance and an indifference that felt like victory. you would have him, and then you would walk away, and you wouldn't feel abandoned or less-than or second best.
so you laced your hands into the grown out curls at the nape of his neck, tugged gently, swallowed his following moan. you rolled your hips right back against him, let yourself relish in how good he felt, how solid.
you let him drag his lips down to your neck, linger there, biting lightly at your collarbone. you let his fingers trace across your upper thigh, reaching gently under your short skirt. his gentleness made you smirk.
"getting shy on me, now?" you said, your voice a low laugh. he picked his head up, eyes heavy, searching yours. you gathered his shirt in your fist, tugged him to your level. "i don't want shy."
he rolled his eyes in a playful sort of way, a light teasing in his gaze. "and sugar always gets what she wants, hm?"
maybe a past you would have blushed, been embarrassed, but just hummed a sound of affirmation and let him pull you somewhere with a door that locked.
in a blur the door was shutting and you were pushed up against it as he once against hiked up your leg, this time without any hesitation, his hands moving like muscle memory.
there was no trace of shyness, of gentleness, because what room was there for that? you were past that kind of relationship with him.
your breath caught when he finally dragged his rough fingers through your folds, made you arch your back up off the door, which made him tsk in disapproval.
"stay still for me, sugar," he cooed, with his other hand keeping your torso pressed down, "be good for me, yeah?"
you nodded as he pushed a finger inside of you, focused all your energy into keeping your back against the door. the sensation made you crazy, made your stomach tighten, your head cloud as he began to set a slow rhythm in and out.
"fuck, trevor." you choked on a moan, squeezed at his bicep so hard you wondered if there would be purplish phantoms of your fingertips left behind. "fuck, faster, please."
"always were so greedy," he groaned as he picked up the pace, making your head roll back, feel the indentations of the door in your hair.
you dug your nails into his arms, sucked on your teeth when he groaned at the pain, brought your other hand down to run just under his waistband, felt a shiver erupt under your fingertips.
"don't," he practically growled, his voice almost hoarse as his hand shot from your stomach to your throat, holding you in place and squeezing just gently enough to feel. he slowed the pace of his fingers down to something excruciating, so beautifully deep but just not enough. "don't tease, sugar."
despite it all, you felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth. "why, baby?" you looked up at him through your lashes, could already feel your mascara running like your tears had, that night you found out. "scared you'll cum too quick?" you watched rage disguised as humor flash across his gaze, a look that brought back a million memories.
you cupped his jaw with a palm, soft and mocking like some kind of cruel mother. "'s okay, baby, some girls like that."
he ran his tongue along his teeth, slow and deliberate, below flipping you around so that your cheek was pressed against the door, your hands bracing yourself against it.
you felt him tug clothes aside, heard him spit into his hand. "think you're so funny, don't you?"
"your friends think so, too," you said, which had him tugging you back by your hair, a hiss escaping your parted lips.
"enough," he rasped, an angry noise, as he thrust into you, hard and deep, forcing a moan from somewhere inside of you you barely remembered.
his pace was immediate and staggering, so deep you felt him in your palms, so hard you remembered everything your grief had so graciously forced you to forget.
"fuck, sugar," he bit out, rough, like maybe he was remembering, too. "so wet for me, hm?"
maybe you nodded, stunned by sensation, as his rhythm solidified, sending you spiraling, your stomach tensing with that lovely pressure.
he reached a hand around you to rub at your clit as he continued to thrust into you, making your moans come out louder, made words die in your throat like flowers unwatered.
"nothin' to say, eh, sug?" he rasped. "so polite when you're clenching around my cock, hm?" his grasp on your hair tightened, making you whine. "tell me."
"stretchin' me so good, baby," you breathed, too far gone to care about anything but how close you were. "fuck, so close."
he groaned, and you could sense his arrogant smile. you had always known his mouth better than your own. "feel you close around me." his hand stilled against your clit, and you could have pouted. at your sound of discontent, he twisted your hair in his fist.
"beg, sugar." you whined, to which he thursted into you deep, silencing you. "only good girls get to cum, hm? beg." something devilish flashed in his eyes. "for old times' sake."
you could feel your body stutter on the edge. "please, baby, please make me cum." you reached a hand behind you to cup the side of his face. "need you so bad, trevor, promise i'll make you feel so good."
that must have been enough, because his hand resumed motion at your words, sending you over the edge quickly and overwhelmingly. in the haze of your climax, your moan and pressure triggered his own, hot and consuming.
you felt his whole weight as he collapsed against you, your chests heaving in time, your exhales sticky with history and knowing and other terrible things.
eventually, the fog around your head dissipated as you shrugged him off of your back, shifted your clothes back to something that resembled the way you had entered the party. you knew your makeup was ruined beyond repair, but maybe you could just change your costume from vampire to dracula's whore.
you wiped at your lip liner with your finger, using your phone camera as a mirror. "this changes nothing," you said, finally, breaking the silence, still looking at your phone.
he shrugged as he adjusted his own clothes. "it changes a little."
you met his gaze a final time, and you could have laughed. because you knew in your purest heart that it really, genuinely, didn't. "you're right," you said, opening the door, leaving him in his own stupid jersey. "you're not as good as i remember."
you shut the door behind you, began making your way back to your friends, to get a drink you didn't have to share with anyone.
and as the music got louder in your ears, you realized there was something wonderful about knowing he had lost the best thing he would ever have, but your best was still ahead of you.
how lucky you felt for that.
fin.
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invisible - trevor zegras
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in which, trevor deals with the consequences of telling lola how he felt too late.
trevor zegras had never felt more invisible in his life than he did right now. summer was coming to an end soon, and lola hughes had barely paid him an ounce of attention all summer. she had been too busy with her new found friend, mark estapa.
even though the boy had come to the lake house with luke, he had spent the entire summer taking up lola’s time.
whether they were sneaking off to sit on the dock alone together or making a mess in the kitchen baking cookies that they would later hide from everyone.
and none of her brothers seemed to care about this new blossoming romance between lola and one of their friends.
trevor had no idea why it bothered him so much. and he had never realised that not having lola always around would be something that would keep him up at night.
and he hadn’t been the only person to realise. which is why hayley was currently scolding him as she packed all her stuff up one week before she was meant to leave.
“i can’t believe you.” she huffed as she zipped up her suitcase. “i don’t even know why you’re mad at me.” trevor rebutted, throwing his hands out. the girl in front of him scoffed and crossed her arms.
“really? you don’t know why i’m mad? you brought me on this trip just to string me along the whole summer.”
“what do you mean?” trevor exclaimed.
“please, trevor. i’m not dumb. i see the way you look at her. the same girl you told me was just a friend, a sister even. the same girl who you told me just liked to follow you around. you told me i had nothing to worry about.”
“who? lola?” trevor’s face dropped and his eyebrows creased in confusion. “who else?” hayley scoffed, picking her suitcase up so it would stand upright.
“i don’t know what you think you saw-“
“no, trevor! it’s obvious you’re in love with her and i stand no chance against her. everytime you mention the lake house, she’s all you talk about. god, i’m so stupid.” hayley scoffed, crossing her arms as she looked at him expectantly.
trevor stood their speechless. he was usually good at lying, but even he couldn’t muster up the lie to tell the girl in front of him that he wasn’t in love with the girl that had made him feel invisible all summer.
“see, you can’t even try and deny it! not to mention the fact that she clearly loves you back-“
“what?”
“god, even you can’t be that stupid trevor. that girl looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars.” hayley wrapped up her argument, turning around and beginning to drag her suitcase towards the door of the room they had been sharing all summer. “my ubers here, call me when you get your shit together.”
trevor couldn’t even muster up a goodbye as he stood deep in his thoughts. he replayed every single interaction between him and the hughes girl. cursing himself for missing the signs, each stuttered word and every blushed cheek.
the clearing of a throat snapped him out of his trance as he looked towards the door to see two of his best friends, alex and cole, standing there.
“how much of that did you hear?” he asked nervously. “enough to know that you are so fucked, my guy.” alex responded, a shit eating grin on his face before both boys turned and left him to his own thoughts once more.
nearing the end of each summer, the hughes brothers always threw an end of summer party. usually, lola was either banished to her bedroom or forced to go home early. but things were different this year, and she was allowed to participate.
quinn had given the order to everyone to keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t get approached by any creepy men or get too drunk. cause everyone knew, the only person dealing with a drunk lola would be quinn.
but lola didn’t care as she spent the majority of the night clinging onto mark’s arm as they participated in drinking games or danced together or sat in a corner and laughed amongst themselves.
trevor doesn’t think he’s moved all night. he had turned down any invitation to play beer pong with his friends or dance with a hot girl as he watched lola from across the room.
“when my brother said keep an eye on lola, i don’t think he meant all night.” jack laughed as he approached the boy, stumbling over his feet due to his drunkenness. he wasn’t allowed to drink during the season, so he always made it his mission to be the drunkest in the room when he was allowed to drink.
trevor briefly took his eyes off lola to pour himself another shot and quickly down it. jacks drunken smile faded at the sight of his friend, who seemed to be getting drunk quicker than anybody in the room. “you good bro? i know you and hayley broke up-“
“it’s not that.” trevor was quick to interfere with the boys conspiring. jack opened his mouth to question the boy, but couldn’t get a word in before trevor was talking again. “why don’t you care that mark and lola are dating?”
“because she got quinn to have a go at me for meddling in her relationships. and she’s happy, not much to care about. plus, i think they’re just friends who like to flirt.” jack shrugged, pouring himself another drink.
the subtle comment on how she was happy with mark was like a punch to the gut. one that could apparently only be healed by two more shots of random hard liquor that was lying on the bench untouched. jack eyed trevor carefully before shrugging and patting his friend on the back, “i’d invite you to play beer pong but you’re just gonna say no and continue stalking my sister all night. don’t ruin tonight for her, z. cause at the rate she’s going, i don’t think quinn’s ever letting her drink again.”
trevor didn’t even watch jack go as his eyes locked on lola once more. her and mark were awfully close as she stood on her tippy toes to whisper something in his ear. mark laughed at whatever she had said before shaking his head.
trevor, tired of taking shots, turned his back against the happy couple to mix something up for himself. however, his drink was quickly forgotten when he turned back around and saw lola and mark making out.
he was lucky that his drink was in a plastic cup because he was sure it would have shattered if it were glass by the way he slammed it on the table. he knew jack had one simple request of him to not ruin his sisters night, but his drunken state made it impossible to resist the urge.
so, the hockey player sauntered across the room. upon reaching the two, he grabbed lola and dragged her outside.
outside was empty, but he couldn’t risk anyone hearing what he was about to say so he took her all the way down onto the lawn. lola tried everything to get the boy to stop, digging her heels into the ground or trying to yank her arm away, but it was no use.
“trevor!” she finally yelled, the loudness of her voice startling the boy as he dropped her arm and moved to stand in her way so she couldn’t turn and leave.
“dude, what the fuck are you doing?” she exclaimed. “dude? really?” he shot back.
lola was left speechless as she looked up at the angry boy. she had no idea why he was angry, but she didn’t allow herself to care as she scoffed and tried to move passed him. “i’m going back to mark.”
“i can’t let you do that.” he moved back in front of her, blocking her way inside.
“why not?” lola yelled at the boy, shoving him slightly to get him to move, but it was no use. “cause you can’t be with him.”
“you don’t get to decide that. you’re not my keeper and you’re sure as hell not my brother.” she was at a loss for words by the sheer audacity the boy held. he didn’t get to decide what she could and couldn’t do. “am i not allowed to be happy?”
“no, you’re not allowed to be happy. not with him.” trevor knew he wasn’t making any sense, he just hoped she would catch up to what he was trying to say. but by the way her cheeks flared with anger, he knew she wasn’t. “what’s wrong with mark?”
“he’s not me.”
silence consumed the two as lola looked up at the boy, her eyebrows furrowed with confusion. “no.” she shook her head.
“don’t be with him.”
“no, no, trevor you’re being mean.” lola shook her head, looking everywhere but trevor as tears clouded her vision. he moved forward to cup her face, but the girl pushed him off her. “you don’t get to do this. not now. not after i’ve spent my entire life loving you.”
“lola.” trevor began, but she shook her head to cut him off. “lola, please. please, look at me.” his hands found their way to cup her cheeks again, and he was prepared for her to shove him off her once more when her own hands travelled up to hold his wrists. but she didn’t, she kept her hands there as she looked up at him.
“i’m sorry i didn’t realise it before. but i know it now. i love you lola, i always have.”
lola couldn’t believe it. he was actually saying the words, putting out the feelings she has felt towards him since she was 15.
“you don’t mean that. you’re drunk, and you’ll wake up tomorrow and realise you’ve made the mistake of telling me you love me. and i don’t know why you’re tormenting me like this trevor, but i can’t keep doing this.”
trevor shook his head. he didn’t know what else he could say to make her believe that he was telling the truth. “please.” he whispered.
“i don’t believe you.” she said once more, finally pushing his hands away.
she turned to leave, and trevor realised his window was closing. grabbing her once more by the wrist, he spun her into his chest before smashing his lips onto hers.
lola stilled for a moment before melting into the kiss. she grabbed the back of his head, subconsciously fiddling with the end of his hair.
she didn’t even dwell on the fact that he might wake up tomorrow morning and pretend this never happened, that he might think of it all as a mistake. she had waited years for this moment, and she’d be damned if she was the one to stop it.
trevor finally broke away. lola waited a moment before opening her eyes, only to find trevor already looking at her. his thumbs wiped the tears from under her eyes, the touch soothing and sobering. “i promise i mean it. and i will spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”
“you’re not gonna get sick of me? and dump me like hayley?”
“hayley dumped me.” trevor revealed, rolling his eyes playfully at the shocked expression that coated lola’s face. “she knew that she wasn’t the one i was in love with. and as for your question, i could never get sick of you.”
lola smiled shyly at the boy, nodding her head. “we should go back inside.”
“five more minutes.” trevor smiled childishly before lowering his lips back onto hers. smiling into the kiss, lola allowed herself to get lost in the world that was trevor zegras.
“what the fuck is going on here?” the sudden voice of quinn caused the two to snap apart, moving to stand away from each other. lola looked up at her eldest brother, who wasn’t even looking at her but rather glaring at trevor.
quinn moved in the boys direction, which caused lola to move in between the two. “move, lolly.”
“no.” she shot back. quinn tried to hide the surprise that coated his features. sure, she said no to luke and jack all the time, but never him. “quinn, please.”
the girl looked up at her older brother, who studied her face before nodding and turning back to the zegras boy.
“you hurt her, you insult her, you even forget to make her breakfast one morning, i will kill you.” trevor nodded his head nervously.
lola smiled up at her older brother, who rolled his eyes at her excitement, before wrapping his arms around his neck in a hug. quinn returned the hug, but his glare never left the zegras boy who stood there awkwardly.
“now, let’s go. you’ve got some explaining to do.” quinn told lolly, guiding her back inside.
lola looked over her shoulder, waving shyly at the boy who stood back as she was all but dragged back into the lake house.
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hi! can you do a friends with benefits with trevor, where you’re out with friends and dancing with some random dude and he gets jealous and admits he has feelings for you, and obviously you (we) do too! 🤭
jealousy, jealousy // trevor zegras
pairing: trevor zegras × reader
word count: 2.4k
a/n: strayed from the request (only the tiniest bit), another one that jumps between povs
a/n 2: feel like it’s similar to my other fics but it was requested so
warnings: alcohol/drinking
(you)
Yesterday’s game had been rough. A few unfair calls, more fights than usual, and a lost at the end. Trevor said he needed to go blow off some steam so him, Jamie, and a couple of the other guys were going out. Trevor always invited you out with him, even when he wasn’t really supposed to.
The two of you were laying in your bed. Both naked from the activities that had taken place only minutes ago. No, the two of you weren’t together, you were just best friends and roommates who occasionally hooked up and maybe you felt something more but you’d never never be the first to admit that.
When he asked you to go with him he had to beg you to come, you told him you had some assignments to catch up on but he gave you those stupid puppy dog eyes and pout and you instantly caved.
That’s how you found yourself getting ready to go out. When you went out partying you always loved to get dressed up, it was fun and made you feel amazing. As you looked through your dresses you found the one you had recently bought. It was a little tighter than your other dresses and a lot shorter. This was the perfect opportunity to break it in.
From the bathroom, where you were doing your hair and makeup, you heard Jamie and Trevor walk into your room and fall onto your bed. Nobody said anything, there was just a comfortable silence.
“The Uber is gonna be here in 5,” Trevor finally broke the silence. You made one last finishing touch before walking out of the bathroom. You still didn’t say anything to either of them, and they were too lost in their phones to notice you. You walked to look at your shoe options. You couldn’t decide.
“Guys, which one? These or these?” You faced them and held up two different pairs of heels. For the first time since they had walked into your room they looked at you. Both of their jaws dropped. Jamie quickly closed his mouth then looked at Trevor with a smirk.
“That’s new,” Trevor stuttered. You smiled, surprised that he noticed.
“Yes it is. Do you like it?” You asked, doing a spin to show the whole dress. Trevor just quickly nodded his head. “Now, which pair?” You asked again.
Jamie finally looked back at you and at the shoe options. Trevor was too busy checking you out to help. Thankfully, Jamie wasn’t. With a nod you put on the one he chose. Right on time the Uber driver said they were here.
You sat with Jamie on your left and Trevor on your right. Jamie and you were the only two talking. Trevor was silent, he just stared out the window. You placed your hand on his thigh and felt him tense up making you quickly pull your hand away.
“Are you mad at me?” You asked, genuinely confused as to what was wrong.
“No, not at all,” he said with a forced smile. You weren’t really convinced but you let it go. You nodded before going back to your conversation with Jamie.
When you finally arrived at the club you all got out and Trevor paid and thanked the driver before turning to you and Jamie. He walked to the door, still not really acknowledging you. You looked over at Jamie and he just shook his head and rolled his eyes. You sighed before following.
They led you to where the rest of the group was. After greeting each other you made conversation with some of the girls, from the corner of your eye you could see Trevor trying to act like you weren’t there. You needed a drink. You turned to Jamie.
“I’ll be back.” You walked away after he nodded his head. When you made it to the bar you smiled at the bartender.
“Hey, what can I get you?” He asked.
“I honestly don’t know,” you laughed as you looked at the little laminated menu. He chuckled back and leaned forward on the bar.
“This one is really good if you’re looking for something sweet.” He pointed. “And this one is really good if you’re looking for something strong.”
“Surprise me,” you smiled as you looked up at him. Your faces close but neither of you pulled away.
“One surprise coming right up,” he smiled, finally leaning back to make your drink.
You watched in awe as he made your drink. You felt your cheeks heat up as you two playfully bantered. When he was done he placed it in front of you.
“What’s in it?” You asked as you looked at the drink in front of you.
“You sat here and watched me make it,” he laughed.
“Yeah well I was a little distracted,” you blushed. He just smirked and looked at the drink.
“Just try it.” He leaned forward on the counter, not as close as before but still close enough that you could see that he had freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose.
“You went with sweet,” you said after you took a sip.
“Seemed appropriate.” He winked.
“Now,” you paused and looked at his name tag, “Andrew do you flirt with all of your customers?” You joked as you took another sip.
“Only the cute ones,” his face scrunched up. “God that was so fucking cheesy I hated that.”
You laughed.
(him)
“Guys, which one? These or these?” He heard you ask.
When he looked up and saw you in that dress he felt the air being knocked out of him. His jaw dropped. From the corner of his eye he could see Jamie’s do the same before he quickly composed himself and looked over at him. He could see the smirk on his face and he wanted to punch him.
“That’s new,” he stuttered. He knew every single one of your dresses by memory and this one he had never seen, and it wasn’t like any of your others. This one was shorter and tighter.
“Yes it is. Do you like it?” You asked sweetly as you spun around. He couldn’t say words, he could only nod. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep his feelings a secret. He was only broken from his trance when he heard his phone alert them that the Uber had arrived.
You sat to his left and he couldn’t look at you. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he wanted to more than anything he just knew that if he did he’d break. He chose to stare out the window instead.
He felt you place your hand on his thigh. It was simple and innocent but still he tensed. You quickly pulled away.
“Are you mad at me?” You asked
“No, not at all,” he forced a smile. He hated that he was making you think he was mad but he didn’t know what else to do. You just nodded and turned back to Jamie. He knew this night was going to be difficult and he didn’t know if he was ready for it.
When you all arrived at the club everyone got out as he quickly paid and said thank you. When he turned he just looked straight ahead and walked in, maybe if he ignored you he’d be able to ignore the growing feelings inside of him.
Quickly he greeted everyone before grabbing one of the unopened beers on the table. He didn’t look at you, even when he could see you looking at him. Finally, he saw you walk away and he felt like he could breathe again. He looked over at Jamie and Jamie rolled his eyes before pulling him over.
“Are you gonna sit here and ignore her all night?” He asked.
“I’m not ignoring her,” he lied and Jamie only scoffed
“Are you gonna stop being a pussy and tell her how you actually feel?” He looked over at you before turning back quickly.
“Dude I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about how you’re in love with her and have been for awhile now,” he casually responded.
“What are you talking about? Me in love with her?! No!” His tried to play it cool but he failed, tremendously.
“Okay so if I told you that she’s over there flirting with the bartender you wouldn’t care right?”
He quickly snapped his head to the bar so hard that it hurt but he didn’t care. He saw as the bartender handed you a drink before laughing at something you said. Was that a smirk on his lips? Why was he leaning in? Why was he winking at you? What did he say that could have made you laugh like that? He didn’t like any of that at all.
He turned his head back around and felt his body heat up.
“Nope I don’t care. She’s just a friend,” he lied once again.
“You’re so full of shit,” Jamie scoffed. “Can you please just put us all out of our misery and just admit it so we can end this whole pining situation?” Trevor needed to go clear his head.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” he muttered. He set his beer down and for the first time he realized just how tight he had been gripping it. He made sure to not look if your direction as he passed by.
(you)
You honestly didn’t know how long you had sat here talking, but you didn’t mind. You were enjoying his company. The only pauses in your conversation was when Andrew had to go help another customer.
“Would it be completely inappropriate to give you my number?” Andrew asked when he returned.
“No, it wouldn’t.” You watched as he searched for a pen and grabbed an unused napkin. Quickly he wrote his number down before handing it over. You looked it over before setting it back down, hoping not to lose it. Before you could continue the conversation you felt someone walk up right next to you. You looked up and saw Trevor. You rolled your eyes before looking back at Andrew.
“What can I get you man?” Andrew asked politely. Trevor didn’t say anything he just looked down at the napkin with a phone number on it. He picked it up before turning it over to clean up a small spill.
“What the fuck?” You gasped. When he turned the napkin back around and saw that the number was smudged and illegible he smiled.
“Yeah, can I just get another beer,” Trevor looked up at Andrew, who also couldn’t believe what just happened.
“There is plenty extra ones at the table so go get one of those,” you said through gritted teeth.
“I don’t want any of those,” he shrugged simply. He had no right to be acting like this. You hopped off the stool.
“Andrew I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I’ll be right back.” You grabbed Trevor’s wrist.
“I wouldn’t count on it Andrew,” Trevor said. You tugged him harder. When you made it outside you were glad the streets were almost empty. You dropped his wrist harshly before turning towards him with your arms crossed.
“What the hell was that?!” You asked annoyed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said like a child. You scoffed in disbelief.
“Yes you do. I was having a good time with Andrew and you walked over and ruined that.” He rolled his eyes when you said Andrew’s name.
“Oops.”
“If you’re going to act like a child fine whatever I don’t care just leave me alone.” You walked past him to go back inside.
“He’s not good for you,” he said loudly.
“You have no right to say that. You didn’t even properly talk to him. You acted like a dick.” You turned back around. “First you ignore me in the car and then you ignore me inside and when I finally start having a little fun and I’m really getting along with someone you come over and interrupt!”
“I couldn’t.”
“Couldn’t what?! Acknowledge me? Let me have some fun? Last time I checked Trevor we weren’t exclusive.”
“Yeah you don’t have to remind me,” he whispered hoping you didn’t hear, but you did. That’s when it hit you. You smirked and Trevor rolled his eyes. “What?”
“You know I always knew you were the jealous type.” You stepped closer to him. He gulped.
“Me jealous?! I’m not jealous,” he stuttered.
“Oh so if I went back in there and got Andrew’s number again you wouldn’t care right?” You pointed behind you and took a few step backwards.
“Nope,” he squeaked.
“Okay cool I’ll be right back.” You turned but before you could even take one step he stopped you.
“Please don’t,” he pleaded. You turned to him.
“Why not?”
“Please don’t make me say it,” he whined.
“Say it,” you needed to hear the words come from his mouth.
“You know I’m not good at this stuff.”
“I need to hear you tell me why you don’t want me to go back in there. I need to hear you say it so I know it’s real.” You walked up to him. You grabbed his hand and you felt him relax.
“I don’t want you to go back in there because I don’t want you to flirt or go out anyone else,” he paused and looked you in the eyes. “I don’t want because I want us to be together. I love you, way more than a friend,” his voice was low but you could tell he meant every word he was saying. He closed his eyes, not know how you’d react to his confession, preparing himself for the worst.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say those words,” you smiled softly. His eyes shot open.
“If this is some sick joke it’s not funny,” he said in disbelief.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” He looked at your face and saw nothing but adoration. He let out a sigh. “This is the part where you kiss me,” you joked. Trevor wasted no time. His lips were on yours in a heartbeat. Both of you smiled into the kiss. Finally you both pulled away.
“Can we please go home because if we go back in there I might end up punching Andrew in the face,” he said as he placed his forehead against yours. You giggled, knowing he was only slightly joking.
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ABOUT YOU | Trevor Zegras au!
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yourusername; jacket or no jacket? help a girl out, not going anywhere special by the way but still…
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yourfriend jacket makes you look cooler (by the way can i borrow that jacket?)
yourinstagram i would but technically I’m borrowing it from my brother (by borrow I mean stole)
user12 isn’t this the same girl that thought Trevor Zegras was cute?
yourinstagram who is that? and why do i think he’s cute?
user23 girl he is legit number 11 on the Anaheim Ducks team that you said was cute 😭
yourinstagram user23 oh so that’s his name…as you can tell I clearly don’t know anything or anyone on that hockey team or hockey in general but yes that is me
user11 y’all we found her 😭
yourinstagram it just dawned on me that you guys did indeed find me and my ig isn’t even linked in my tiktok bio… did I make it?
user11 in my eyes you did make it so enjoy the crazy ride lmao
user22 wait you are really pretty -
user28 ngl you and trevor will be cute together
user18 does she know that Trevor liked her tiktok?
yourinstagram i do now…I didn’t even tag him, great now he knows i have a tiny crush on him and that i only watched hockey for him
user17 she is legit so me but with Jack Hughes
yourfriend girl they found you 🤣
yourinstagram don’t worry i will remember you when i become super famous 🤪
user18 i can’t, she’s about to become my favorite WAG 😂
yourinstagram user18 now hold on what is a WAG and what does that have to do with hockey 😭
yourfriend yourinstagram oh hunny… we got a lot of learning to do lmao
user09 trevorzegras this is the girl who thinks you are cute
yourinstagram not you tagging him…
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“Nobody knows-“ “Everybody knows”
#even the Instagram bros know#ducks#trevor zegras#jamie drysdale#anaheim ducks#philadelphia flyers#flyers#tz#jd#tzjd#trevorjamie#3446#611#jd06#jd09#tz11
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✧ 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 | luke hughes ♔
summary: y/n zegras was never known to be a party animal, but when her friends come to visit her during the summer, things get a little out of hand
warnings: drunk reader, drinking, crying, getting injured, throwing up
notes: i can't believe how fast i wrote this, but no complaints, unless it sucks then i apologize. thank you to my anon who helped with this because i absolutely loved every minute of writing it. also this would've been out an hour ago but i got hungry so i made dinner :)
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This was a bad idea, a horrible idea. She knew she shouldn’t have gone out with them in the first place, but y/n was a people pleaser and caved quickly. Saying goodbye to her friends at the lake house she headed out with her friends to whatever party they wanted her to go to.
It also never took much for her to get drunk, she could hold and handle her liquor that wasn’t the problem, but she was a lightweight, which made this night all the worse. Two drinks in, the ones forced by her friends, were all it took for her to go back willingly for more. Three drinks after that she was absolutely hammered.
She knew she should go home and she did. And as she started walking out of the party, her friend grabbed ahold of her, “Where are you going?!”
“I should get home.”
“It’s only-” Her friend’s words were slurred, checking her watch, “Midnight. Just say for a little while longer.”
Y/n being the person that she was nodded and went back to dancing with her friends. An hour or two later she felt sick and put her foot down with her friends, saying that she was leaving. The three others nodded and let her go, the girl walking outside and stumbling down the street.
She tripped not long after that, her knees scraping on the ground. She was overly emotional from drinking and instantly teared up, followed by throwing up in a nearby trash can. She dug around in her purse for her phone and turned it on, immediately going to call her boyfriend.
However, just as her finger was about to hit the call button she paused, thinking about how she didn’t want Luke to see how she looked right now. They had known each other since they were little, yet only started recently dating. She had no desire for him seeing how she looked right now.
Swiping out of Luke’s contact she went to find Trevor’s, calling him instantly.
“Y/n/n? Where are you?”
“Trev.” Her voice was littered with emotion, Trevor could hear the waver and tears in her voice.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I think I had-” She hiccuped and sniffled, “A little too much to drink and I-I hurt myself.” Tears were streaming down her face as she spoke, lifting her hand to wipe her cheeks off.
Grabbing his keys from his nightstand he stood quickly, “Okay, do you want Luke to come with?”
“No, no, no, no-”
“Okay, I won’t ask him. How about Jacky and Cole?” She nodded and whimpered a ‘yes’ and Trevor was knocking on their doors within seconds.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Jack stood against the doorframe looking at his best friends, “Y/n’s hurt.”
“What?” Luke stood at the end of the hallway, looking between his brother and his brother’s friends.
Trevor’s eyes widened, “Hey Lukey.”
“Y/n’s hurt?”
He nodded and told Jack and Cole to put their shoes on, “Can I come?”
“I asked her and she said no.”
“What? Why? Let me talk to her!” Trevor put his phone out of reach for the youngest Hughes not to grab it.
“She doesn't want you to come and I think you should respect that Luke.”
“But she- she’s- she just said she was hurt.”
Tears flooded the boy’s eyes and Trevor looked conflicted, looking between his phone and Luke. Luckily, Jack walked out of his room and placed his arms around his brother, “I’m sure she’s okay. We’ll go get her and bring her back.”
“You guys are going? Why do they get to go?”
“Because she wanted them to.”
“Trevor?” Y/n’s voice is heard from his phone where he accidentally put her on speaker.
No one paid any mind to it, “That’s such bullshit.”
“Luke! She’s scared and drunk and probably just needs what is most familiar and comfortable to her, which is the three of us.” Cole tried to reason with the younger boy, but nothing was getting through to him.
“We’ve been friends for almost as long as you guys have been and we're dating, why wouldn’t she trust me?!”
“She does trust you, Luke. But you two are also just getting into a rhythm of dating and maybe she doesn’t want you to see her like this. And before you say anything, she knows you won’t care but she's not thinking straight. Why don’t you go sit with Quinn until we get home and we’ll let you know, okay?”
“Whatever.” He stormed off into his room, the other three rolling their eyes and rushing out to who's ever car was first.
“We’ll be there soon, y/n/n, okay?” Cole asked, taking the phone from his friend.
She nodded and listened to Cole talk to her as they drove to where she sat on the curb, hoping no one would come up to her.
Luckily, no one did and the three rushed out of the car and to her side.
“Are you okay?”
“I think so, I just got a little nervous.”
Trevor kneeled in front of her as Jack and Cole wrapped one of their arms around her at each of her sides. Placing his hands on her knees, Trevor spoke, “How many drinks did you have?”
By now, she was able to talk without slurring her words, her mind being able to think more clearly. She held five fingers up and looked down shamefully.
Jack chuckled, “You know you can’t drink that much.”
Still emotional, her eyes held tears again in her eyes, “I know, I know. I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad?”
“Hey, no one’s mad, we just want you to be more careful. Let’s fix up your knees and then we’ll go home.” Trevor went back to the car to grab the first aid kit that Cole had thrown in there.
“Where are your friends?” Cole took off his jacket and placed it around the girl, “They wanted to stay longer. I didn’t want them to have to leave because of me.”
Placing a kiss on her head, Cole chuckled, “You and your people-pleaser tendencies.”
“Hey don’t make fun of me.” She held a pout on her face and Jack laughed as well, “We could never.”
She laughed as well and Trevor cheered placing the last band-aid on her knee, “Yay, we got a smile! You ready to go home?”
She nodded and the three helped her up, Jack happily driving home so she could sit with her brother in the back. She easily laid against Trevor, placing her feet in Cole’s lap.
“Is Luke mad at me?”
The three looked at each other, Jack glancing in the rearview mirror, “No, just a little upset.”
“I heard him over the phone.”
Trevor sighed and moved the hair that was crowding over her face out of the way, “He just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“He sounded really frustrated.”
“He’s just worried.”
Moments passed in silence before y/n spoke again, “You were right you know?”
The boys furrowed their eyebrows, “Who?”
“Jack.”
“I didn’t even do anything,” Jack claimed, his voice going higher.
“When you were talking to Luke.”
She flipped over so she was lying on her left side, looking through the rearview mirror so she could see Jack, tracing shapes on the floor of the car, “You said that I didn’t want him to see me like this, you were right.”
“He loves you, you know? He wouldn’t have cared.”
“I know, but there was just something, I don’t know. Scary about it. We’ve been friends for so long and I just didn’t want him to see me mess up as his girlfriend and end it.”
To, y/n, Luke seeing her drunk and emotional as friends was different than him seeing her drunk when they were dating. Sure there were plenty of times Luke had seen her drunk before, but now, it was almost as if she was afraid of him judging her more than before.
Cole nodded his head, “I can see that. But at the same time, y/n/n, some of the things you can say are different from when you were friends, yet not really now that you’re dating. This for example, except Luke is allowed to show his worry more.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For always being there for me.” She drifted off to sleep and the three boys looked at each other and smiled.
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“Wakey, wakey.”
“No.” Y/n groaned, feeling more of the effects of the alcohol she consumed.
“Come on, you’re going to give Luke a heart attack soon.”
“But I’m tired. And you’re fucking loud.”
“Only the best for you, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me that, only Luke can call me that.”
“Oh sure, I’ve been calling you that since third grade but when my brother comes along, he gets priority.”
“Shut it.”
“I can just leave you out here.”
“No! I love you, I’m sorry, you can call me whatever you want just take me inside, please.”
“Alright lil Z, let’s go.”
“Anything but that. I don’t want to be associated with that one.” She pointed to her right where Cole was standing.
“One, ow, that was rude and two, I’m over here dipshit.”
“I’m telling, Mom.”
“Then I’ll tell her you got drunk.”
“I’m 21, I can get drunk if I want to.”
“Then I’ll tell her you got drunk freshman year of college.”
“Fine. Truce, all of you.”
The three nodded and shook her hand, taking her inside. As soon as the front door unlocked and opened, Luke stood up from his place on the couch and rushed over to the door, “Lukey!”
Luke caught his girlfriend in his embrace, wrapping his arms around her torso, “Hey. You okay?”
“I had a little too much to drink.” She giggled wrapping her hands around his neck.
“Have fun bro.” The three walked off, Trevor patting him on the shoulder, to their rooms, leaving the couple behind.
“You want to go lay down?”
“Yes please.” Luke picked her up, her legs unconsciously wrapping around Luke’s waist.
He carried her with ease to his room, placing her on the bed, “What do you want to wear?”
“Your clothes.” Luke chuckled and went to grab some clothes for her, helping her get changed.
The two got comfortable in his bed, y/n wrapping herself in the blanket and snuggling up next to Luke,
“I’m sorry for not wanting you to come, I was just nervous about how you would-”
“Hey, let’s talk about this tomorrow, okay? I’m just glad you weren’t severely hurt.” He kissed her forehead and tightened his hold on her.
She nodded, drifting off to sleep, smiling to herself.
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✎ BONUS ⇘ : :
Luke woke up around eight and took a look around his room, y/n was nowhere to be found, “Babe?”
He got up and trekked downstairs to see his brothers Trevor and Cole in the kitchen, “Have you guys seen y/n?”
The four looked at each other, then at Luke, trying not to laugh, “Bathroom.”
“Hey! I’m out of the bathroom, thank you very much.”
“After spending thirty minutes in there.” Jack retorted coming around the side and sitting next to her, kissing her on the head, “But we love you.”
“Do you though?”
“No.”
“Hey stop being mean to my girlfriend!” Luke pulled the girl away from his brother and into his lap.
“Get your hands off my sister.”
“Never.” Trevor gagged and went back to pouring the orange juice into the glasses.
“Cole’s the only one that was nice to me last night.”
“That’s so not true. You got mad at me for calling you sweetheart.”
“I did?”
“Mhm, you were all like ‘Luke’s the only one that can call me that.’ and ‘Luke this’ or ‘Luke that’.”
Y/n blushed, hiding her face in her boyfriend’s chest, “Awe, you love me.”
“You wish, Hughes. I love Cole and Quinn. You three are jerks.”
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“are you blushing?” “no, shut up now.”
getting trevor to blush ;)
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After five months together, you and Trevor had established that neither of you were very into public displays of affection.
He would drop the occasional kiss to your cheek or keep an arm around your waist in public, but you mostly kept your relationship private, even in front of friends. That was just how you were, and that’s why what you were doing was driving him up the wall.
You and him were both a few drinks in, and he was desperately trying to ignore your wandering hands under the table.
He was struggling to keep his mouth shut as your palm grazed over his crotch, and he resorted to covering his mouth in order to not be suspicious.
Trevor knew you were looking at him, your eyes no doubt blown wide and innocent looking, but he knew your true motives, and he knew that if he looked at you, he would lose all self control.
He attempted to make it look like he was actually listening to the conversation Jack and Jamie were having, but your fingers tugging on the belt loops of his jeans made it even harder for him to focus.
“What do you think, Z?” Jack asked, him and Jamie looking at Trevor for an answer to whatever question they had posed.
“Uh,” Trevor said, blinking dumbly. “Whatever you think.”
“Someone’s distracted,” Jack snickered, nodding his head at you.
Trevor’s face heated up. “I’m here man, I’m totally here.”
You pressed a hand to his chest and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, getting the top two undone and sliding your hand underneath the fabric. Looking up at him with eyes that told him you knew what you were doing, you said, “Are you blushing, baby?”
Jamie snorted, poorly hiding his laugh behind a fake cough. Jack smirked. “Yeah, baby, are you blushing?” he teased.
“No, shut up now,” Trevor defended, but by this point, he gave himself away with his face completely red. He tried so hard to ignore the way his heart was pounding, and the fact that he knew you could feel it.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Trev,” you said, kissing his neck in a way that made him shudder. You kissed him just below his ear and whispered, “It’s not so different from doing it at home.”
“Okay, we’re leaving,” Trevor announced, grabbing your hand and tugging you out of the booth.
You giggled as he pulled you behind him, refusing to look back at his friends. “Bye, boys!” you sang.
Jack whistled. “Have fun, you two.”
“Oh, we will,” you said loudly, causing Trevor to blush even harder as he heard the whoops and cheers from his friends.
“You’re gonna get it when we get home.”
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THE MORNING AFTER ALWAYS
WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content.
PAIRING(S): Trevor Zegras x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: in which Fem!Reader wakes up next to Trevor Zegras for the first time.
It was late in the afternoon when Trevor opened his eyes, and for a moment, he wondered where he even was. There was the warmth of a body snuggled into his side, there was the feeling of legs tangled with his underneath the sheets, and there was numbness in his arm from a head resting on his tattoo-covered bicep the whole night. All things he never woke up to. And then he was horrified, sickened even. He couldn’t have possibly stayed the whole night after a one night stand, could he?
Trevor jumped, pulling away and hearing a soft groan before quiet grumbles were muttered under a breath, but he wasn’t too concerned about that right now. Who was this? And where were his clothes? And why did the room suddenly feel oddly familiar?
“Trevor, what the fuck?” Y/N grumbled, glaring at him through bleary, sleep hazed eyes. He blinked once, then twice, and then he tilted his head to the side in confusion. And soon, he grinned as he realized, and it was bright and ecstatic and just a little bit smug before he tugged her body against his quickly. A little too quickly since it caused her to huff and deliver a light smack to his chest in irritation.
“So, you stayed the whole night with me, huh?” Trevor wriggled his eyebrows, smirking at her as he pressed a gleeful kiss to her forehead. She pursed her lips as she stared up at him, and she wondered if it was too late now to back out of whatever this was she had with him.
“After you begged me to, yeah.” Y/N spat, and he clutched his chest dramatically, as though her words landed a harsh blow to his ego. In all realness, he was too giddy to care, but Trevor Zegras was not Trevor Zegras if not without at least some theatrics.
“I wasn’t the one drooling on your chest, now was I?” He asked, chuckling as her eyes narrowed at him. Her gaze was almost enough to pierce through him, and if he was being honest, he loved it. Gently, he reached, pinching her nose affectionately as his arm curled tighter around her. “See? I’m not so bad, after all.” He mumbled, and her expression softened as he let out a happy sigh, pulling the sheets up to cover them better.
“You’re a clingy sleeper, did you know that?”
“I distinctly remember my arm being the one to fall asleep because you were lying on it.”
“And then you rudely woke me up when you pulled away.” Y/N huffed, grumbling the word “asshole” under her breath as she shuffled out of his arms and shifted to turn with her back facing him.
Trevor pouted, inching closer until his chin rested on her shoulder, molding his body around hers as his finger prodded at her side repeatedly. Y/N smacked his hand away, but it did little to deter him, and his finger was back to poking at her hip not long after. “Did you have dreams about me, at least?”
“Trevor.” Y/N warned.
“Did I look hot?”
“No.”
Y/N could practically feel his pout deepen as his arms wrapped around her again, his face burying into the crook of her neck. But as he planted a soft kiss into her skin, she smiled to herself, bringing her hand to lay on his and rubbing over his knuckles with her thumb in slow circles. He pulled her so her back was flush against his chest, and for once, she leaned into him.
Trevor felt the same giddy feeling bubbling up again, the one he felt when he envisioned mornings together as she made pancakes, and steal each other’s last bites, and argue over washing dishes, and splashing water in each other’s faces. Because now, there were no more empty hookups and lonely mornings because now she stayed, and she snuggled into his chest, and she latched onto his arm, and she gave him a chance to live out all those daydreams.
“C’mon, I was a little hot, right?” Trevor whined, digging his nose further into her neck. And she wanted to yell at him for ruining her sleep, but there was nothing but fondness blooming at the way he held her near, bodies pressed so closely together, she almost didn’t know where one ended and where the other began.
“Nope, not even a little.” Y/N teased, a grin spreading on her face as he sulked against her skin. Her fingers laced with his, slowly entwining as her eyes open, and maybe she could get used to mornings like this, even if it was technically noon by now.
“We’re dating now, you know.” Trevor grumbled. “So that means you have to be nice to me. It’s in the rule book.”
“I have to humble you.” Y/N corrected, giggling lightly. “And since when do you ever follow rules?”
“Since I’m the one who makes them.” He chuckled, and then she was being turned around, being shifted to lay on her back as Trevor hovered over her, biting her cheek playfully. She couldn’t help but squeal, laughing as she tried to shove him off, and there was warmth in his chest, eyes bright and heart full as he stared down at her while the rays of sunlight kissed her skin.
Trevor thought that after this, if he had to spend even a single morning without Y/N by his side, it was a morning wasted and even if the clock ticked one in the afternoon, and the birds were no longer chirping, and it was a tad bit late to be making pancakes, this was probably still the best morning he’d ever spent.
“I was promised an excellent breakfast last night.” Y/N reminded him. Her hand reached to cup his cheek, thumb tracing over the soft flesh gently, and he followed the touch like a moth did a flame.
Leaning down, Trevor pressed a delicate peck to her lips, then another, and then another and soon, it deepened to a kiss, both of their eyes fluttering shut as her arms wrapped around his neck. Hesitantly, he pulled away, and she wondered to herself if his eyes had always been such a vibrant shade of blue.
“Only the best for you.” Trevor winked, and then he dipped back down, lips pressing themselves against hers once more.
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uh oh | trevor zegras
summary: your situationship is proving difficult to say no to
warnings: drinking, cursing, sexual themes
a/n: based on “uh-oh” by tate mcrae. i literally love this song and loved writing this tbh.
word count: 1.53k
The floor vibrates beneath your feet as a Kendrick Lamar song blares through the speakers, bringing waves of people to the dance floor. You slip out of the crowd, heading to the bar. Your friends were likely still in the herd of people, however, you hadn’t seen them in almost 20 minutes.
“Hey, can I get a Crown and Coke?” you ask the bartender.
He nods, preparing your drink. A body slides next to you, handing a card to the bartender. “Put her drink on my tab, please.” He says.
You glance over and see a man smiling at you. He has on a white button-up and a pair of black slacks. You let the man pay for your drink, thanking the bartender after he hands you the drink.
“Thank you for buying me a drink.” You smile at the man, taking a sip.
“Of course.” He smiles. His perfectly white teeth peek out from behind his lips. “I’m Matthew.”
He sticks out a hand, which you shake. “I’m y/n.”
“Are you here alone?” He asks.
“Oh no, my friends are here…somewhere. I lost them a bit ago.” You chuckle.
The song changes and another smile tugs on Matthews’ lips. “I love this song.” He tells you.
“I’ve never heard it before.” You say.
“It’s a great dancing song.” His words have an insinuating meaning.
“Then let’s go.” You say. You take his hand, dragging him to the floor. You allow him to place his hands on your waist, moving them to the music. Sweaty bodies surround you making you regret the decision of rejoining the crowd.
And suddenly you can feel his eyes on you. He is across the bar, standing next to his friends who are occupied in a conversation with some girls they met moments ago. You don’t want to look but can’t help but find your gaze being pulled to him.
The top buttons of his black polo shirt are undone, and his gold chain resting against his chest. Even in a nicer nightclub, Trevor is wearing a ball cap, his blonde hair poking out from under it.
You figured he would be here, it was a Friday night after all, but you were hoping he wouldn’t see you and vice versa.
You’re not totally sure how the two of you got into the situation you were in, but it had been going on for a few months. Since you ran in the same circles, you were often at the same outings.
Despite the amount of time you were together, you couldn’t stand him. You hated how cocky he was. He thought he could get whatever he wanted just by flashing his smile. You also hated the way that smile would work like a charm on you. Because no matter how many times you said you hated him and his antics, one flash of a smile and a couple of sweet words, you would find yourself in his arms at the end of the night.
He looked good tonight, the constant California sun he got out west was taking a nice effect on his skin. You also took note of the new addition to his left arm. His tanned skin now donned a tattoo of the Statue of Liberty, an homage to his home state. You imagined tracing his new artwork before letting him pin you down with that arm.
Mental images of you and Trevor between the sheets filled your mind. Your desires are making you want to leave Matthew and pull Trevor in.
However, you lean right back into Matthew when you remember the last time you saw Trevor before tonight. His hands were on a girl's waist, following her out of the bar. The two of you were by no means official and were free to leave the bar with whoever you wanted to. But still, your feelings were driving your actions and you hoped they were pissing him off.
Matthew trails his hands down your hips, gripping down hard. You grind against him hoping this elicits a reaction from Trevor.
You see him straighten his back, his jaw clenching slightly. He downs the rest of his drink and saunters off from his friends without a word. Smirking to only yourself, you let Matthew continue to have his way with you, the music morphing into a Drake song.
However, instead of thinking about the cute guy whose hands were currently trailing your sides, your mind is on Trevor. Recalling the expression on his face when you leaned back into Matthew was sending pangs of guilt to your heart.
You scan the room, not spotting Trevor any longer. You wonder if he’d gone and found himself someone new. That unusual feeling of jealousy and anger rises in your chest as you picture him leaving with a different girl.
You spin in Matthew's arms, quickly glancing over his shoulder in hopes of spotting Trevor but to no avail.
“I’ll be right back.” You say, excusing yourself and walking to the bathroom.
You enter the room, stopping in front of the mirror. Your hair is flatter than it was when you arrived and your lipgloss has been wiped from your lips, now likely on the rim of your glass. You tease up your hair before exiting the washroom.
Right as you step out you’re greeted by a tall blonde nursing a beer. You stop in your tracks, the pair of you simply staring at each other momentarily. The look on his face, instead of being one of jealousy or anger, was amused and somewhat smug. You hated how good he looked when he was arrogant.
“You look good.” Trevor finally says.
“Thank you.” You reply.
You know he means it. Your relationship may be complicated, with Trevor occasionally sleeping with other people. But, at the end of the day, he was obsessed with you. Your every move had him entranced. You kept him hanging on your every word.
“Who’s your friend?” He asks, taking a sip.
“Why do you care?” You shoot back.
Trevor stares then rolls his eyes, chuckling to himself. “God, you are so stubborn.” He chuckles.
“You are such an arrogant asshole.” You snap back. “You walk around thinking you can get whatever you want. You are such a dick.”
“Wow. Tell me how you really feel.” He laughs.
You roll your eyes, turning to walk back to the bar. Trevor catches your wrist, pulling you back in. You hit his chest, stepping back. “I’m sorry.” He says.
He makes it sound so sincere you actually almost believe him. You don’t answer, simply staring back at him.
“Can we just leave now?” Trevor asks.
You scoff, taken aback by his audacious comment. “I’m sorry?”
“Listen, I’m just cutting to the chase. Skipping over all the bullshit we normally do.” Trevor says, taking a sip from the bottle. He steps towards you, his tall frame causing him to look down at you. “We pretend to hate each other and that we’re done doing this, but in actuality all I’m thinking about are your nice new acrylic nails scratching down my back as you scream my name.”
He holds up your still intertwined hands, giving you a look at your fresh manicure. You rip your hand from him, shoving it behind your back. His eyes bear down, waiting for your reaction. It’s hard to deny the connection the pair of you have. Even when you tried to end it, knowing that the relationship you two have was toying with you, he found a way to tempt you back in again.
His gaze causes your skin to heat up, your cheeks uncontrollably flushing pink. He smirks at the physical reaction you have to his words.
“I don’t think we should.” You tell him.
He cocks a brow. “Why not?”
“This isn’t going to end well and I think we both know that.”
“What could possibly go wrong?” Trevor challenges.
You don’t have an answer for him, so you change the subject. “You left with another girl last time.”
He chuckles. “Did it piss you off that I slept with another girl?”
“No, 'cause you can do whatever or whoever you want.” You tell him. “It’s not like we’re together. I didn’t care.”
“Are you sure?” He asks. Trevor takes another step towards you, leaning towards you. He’s backed you against the wall. “Cause angry sex is exactly what I want right now.”
He leans down and connects your lips. Every sane part of you is screaming to push him off, to walk back to Matthew and make the better decision. But you kiss him back. He traces down your hips, finding the dips that seem to be the perfect fit for his hands.
His lips break off, trailing kisses down your jaw and onto your neck. He finds his sweet spot, the one that makes your knees buckle and ungodly words spill from your lips.
Minutes later you’re following him out the front doors and climbing into an Uber, on the way to his place. And just like every other night, your clothes are on his floor, your moans blending together and filling the air.
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untouchable - trevor zegras
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in which, lola hughes could never date her big brothers best friend. he was untouchable in every sense of the word.
going to the lake house had always been lola’s favourite time of the year. she didn’t think she could love it anymore, that was, until trevor zegras started showing up every year about four years ago.
from the second the girl saw the boy, him being 18 and her 15 at the time, she was completely infatuated.
but over the years, her infatuation began to become tormenting. her brothers had their suspicions. they all knew her like the back of their hands, so, it was completely out of the ordinary when the outgoing girl suddenly became shy and introverted every time the zegras boy was around. they found it amusing, especially since not only would trevor never feel the same (meaning he wasn’t allowed to feel the same) but he was also completely oblivious to the fact.
so, after years of torment, lola knew that this year was going to be no different. in fact, it was probably going to be worse.
her parents had decided to take a summer trip to europe, which meant that the amount of her brothers friends that would be staying at the lake house would be amplified. which meant, she was only going to become more invisible than she already was.
she was the first to arrive that summer, being able to finally drive by herself after the impossible mission which was getting her license. she had gotten frozen yoghurt from the shop just a few mere minutes away from the house and was currently sat at the kitchen table eating it whilst scrolling tiktok aimlessly, awaiting the arrival of her brothers who she hadn’t seen since christmas.
the door opened, announcing the arrival of the first hughes brother, which happened to be luke. and by the sounds of loud laughter, he wasn’t alone.
“lolly!” luke exclaimed when he saw his younger sister sitting by her lonesome. looking up from her phone, she smiled at her brother and the four other boys who were with him. she recognised one as dylan duke, luke’s best friend for like forever, but she wasn’t sure who the others were.
“is that frozen yoghurt?” one of the boys asked. the girl nodded at her head, looking down at the frozen yoghurt that she was finished with before sliding it over to him. the boy thanked her loudly before grabbing the cup and taking the seat next to her. “mark.” the boy introduced himself, mouth full of mango flavoured sorbet. “lola.” the brunette girl smiled back.
“fine, i’ll take your shit upstairs, no worries man.” ethan rolled his eyes at his friend before walking passed the two and up to where all the bedroom were. luke followed, ruffling up his sisters hair as he did so.
“god, ethan has been grumpy the entire trip.” mark complained, offering lola some of her own frozen yoghurt, to which she denied. “he turned off the radio once i started singing along, i took it personally.” dylan told the girl as he sat down on the other side of her.
“and for that, we are eternally grateful.” the last boy smiled sarcastically before also taking his belongings upstairs. “was he also grumpy the entire trip?” lola asked as she watched the boy leave. “no, mackie is in a permanent state of grump.”
lola laughed before the three fell into a comfortable small talk. they asked her questions about college, scrunching up their face when she told them she would be going to boston, they then proceeded to call her a traitor and would seek her out at every hockey game to remind her. they were even more offended when she told them that she had also gotten into michigan, but had still chosen to go to boston.
the front door had opened once more, interrupting the trios new conversation about what they wanted to do that summer.
jack entered, followed by alex and cole. lola jumped from her seat at the sight of the caulfield boy. “coley!” she exclaimed before tackling him in a suffocating hug. jack scoffed from behind the two, hating how his little sister liked his best friend more than him. “rude.”
“sorry jack, you’re so right.” lola smiled at her older brother before turning to alex, also jumping him in a hug. jack only rolled his eyes before travelling over to the fridge and opening it. “there’s no food.”
“go get some then.” lola shot back, crossing her arms when jack looked over at her with an expectant look. “but i don’t know what to get.”
“get food.” lola retorted like it was obvious. “can you go and get it?” he asked. “no, why is that my job?” lola shot back.
and alas, summer had finally began when lola and jack began to argue. the sun beamed hot and the boat swayed calmly in the water at the sound of the two bickering.
jack had stopped arguing, opting to just holding his card out to the girl. cole and alex, who saw this every year, smiled at the refreshing sight. lola eyed the card before snatching it out of his hand. “fine, but i’m buying myself something pretty.”
“we’ll come with you.” dylan spoke from the kitchen counter, mark nodding his head as they both got up from their spot. “thank you, new found friends.”
what was supposed to be a short trip to the grocery store, ended up a thirty minute food run and a two hour target adventure. lola had quickly realised that both mark and dylan were the perfect enablers to all her bad decisions. they had run around target like children without adult supervision until a worker had told them to leave.
coming back to the lake house, there were a few more cars outside and a lot more noise inside. all the boys were huddled in the living room when the three arrived back home, yelling at a tv screen which had a very intense game of mario kart playing on it.
“quinny!” lola exclaimed before jumping on the boy. quinn laughed before moving his sister beside him and wrapping an arm around her. lola loved all her brothers equally, but quinn was very obviously her favourite. “hi lolly.”
“really? i didn’t even get a hug!” jack exclaimed from the other side of the room. “i didn’t even get a hello!” luke countered. lola shrugged nonchalantly before refocusing her attention back to the screen.
“i got next.” trevor told everyone as he walked into the room. lola tensed at the sight of the boy, quinn laughing at her reaction silently. trevor glanced at the girl, his signature smile overtaking his face as he saw her. “what’s up, littlest hughes?”
she hated how he called her that. it reminded her of how he was never going to see her as anything but his best friends little sister. he couldn’t even call her by her name? really?!
“hi, z.” the girls voice was quiet, but just loud enough for everyone paying attention to hear it. those people being her brothers and mark, the estapa boy frowning at her reaction.
“babe!” a high pitched voice rang across the room as a bleached blonde, model type woman walked into the room. at the sight of one of the boys girlfriends, excitement filled lola up at the fact that she might not be the only girl here this summer. she could actually do things she wanted to do now, like get her nails done or tan.
but when trevors head perked up, and he got up from his spot on the floor to make his way over to the unknown girl, all excitement left her body. she watched intently as the two shared words before trevor nodded his head and guided his girlfriend up the stairs by the small of her back.
“whose that?” lola whispered to her older brother, who quickly took his eyes off the game to glance over to the retreating couple. “her names hayley, she’s trevor’s new girlfriend. she’s real nice, i’m sure you’d like her.” but as lola nodded her head stiffly, crossing her arms and sinking into the couch, quinn realised how wrong he was.
later that night, all the boys had retreated outside to play a game of.. well, lola wasn’t sure what it was but they basically just kicked a ball around. she had been playing with them all before jack kicked the ball too hard at her head, causing her to fall on the concrete and bust up her knees. after that, she had opted to sitting on the sidelines and watching.
she had been so caught up at quinn and luke avenging her by pegging the ball so hard at jack that he yelped every time they got their hands on it, that she didn’t even notice the boy approaching her.
“hey, littlest hughes.” she smiled up at the zegras boy, “i brought you a little something.” the boy took a seat beside her before handing her a bag of frozen peas. “stupid jack, always doing something to annoy me.” she said before taking the bag of peas. “thank you.”
she couldn’t help but gaze like a lovesick puppy at the boy, who paid no mind to the way she looked at him as he laughed at her remark.
“you know i’ll always be here to give you frozen peas when jack injures you. happens at least once every summer.”
this was true. jack had a habit of hurting his younger sister every summer, purposefully or accidentally. it didn’t matter, it just always happened somehow. one summer, he had to save her from drowning as she sprained her ankle when jack pushed her into the water. she still remembers how angry quinn was, it makes her laugh to this day. but everytime, trevor always showed up with a bag of frozen peas, whether she was crying in her bedroom or laying hopelessly on the floor of the kitchen.
“at least we got it out of the way this summer.” lola shrugged. “eh, it’ll probably happen again. you’re accident prone.” trevor laughed. lola scoffed loudly before hitting him in the arm repeatedly with the bag of peas. this only enhanced his laughter as the two began to hit each other with the same bag of peas.
“babe,” hayley approached the two, raising an eyebrow at the twos pea fight. lola felt as if she had been caught in the act, but trevor was nonchalant as he looked up at his girlfriend. “the boys want you back.”
trevor nodded as he climbed to his feet, “let me know when those ones melt, i’ll give you a fresh batch.” he winked playfully at the hughes girl before running back to his friends. both hayley and lola watched him leave with similar smiles before the blonde girl took a seat beside lola.
“hi lola.” she greeted. “hi hayley.” lola greeted back, an awkward smile displayed on her face. the two fell into an uncomfortable silence. hayley was the first to break it. “so, how long have you had a crush on trevor?”
out of all the questions she could have asked, this was the one that lola was least expecting. she almsot spit out her glass of water she was sipping on. "e-excuse me?"
hayley laughed at her response, "please, i see the way you look at him. plus, trev told me how you follow him around all summer. i think it's cute, really." lola couldn't tell if she was being genuine or not, which only make her more intimidated by the girl in front of her. "but hey, we've all been there, right?"
now, lola was even more confused. "been where?"
"had a crush on someone would never want us back."
god every word that left the girls mouth made lola's skin crawl. she wanted to punch the girl in the face, but lola also knew she was right.
"i mean, it's not like trevor would ever want you back. he's your brother's best friend and he's with me now."
lola nodded her head along to the girl's words, her mind running a million miles a minute. "i'm glad you understand that. see ya 'round." and with that, hayley was walking over to the group of boys to watch from a closer angle.
she wasn't sure if she should be mad or upset by the girl's words. i mean, everything she had told her she already knew. but she didn't need to be confronted about it. and trevor had told her that she followed him around all summer? that was probably what hurt her the most. she thought her and trevor were hanging out, but he apparently found it more annoying than he let on.
looking over at the group of boys, lola's faced etched in a large frown, she made eye contact with luke. her brother tilted his head in questioning, to which she just shook her head in response. the boy's eyes found hayley, narrowing them at the girl before flipping her off when she wasn't looking. this produced a small laugh from the youngest hughes sister, which allowed luke to return to his game with a content smile.
"hey, i brought you this." lola's eyes snapped over to mark, who was standing over her with a bag of frozen carrots. his eyes fell to the bag of frozen peas in her hand, and his smile dropped. "oh, nevermind."
lola's eyes fleeted over to trevor, who was watching the interaction with a furrowed brow. "these one's are melted anyways, thank you." lola smiled back up at mark, taking the carrots from his hand and placing the peas onto the table.
mark's face lit up as he took a seat next to the younger hughes girl. the two sat in a comfortable silence, watching the game unravelling before them.
"did you want to go get frozen yoghurt?" mark suddenly asked, catching lola off guard as her head snapped over to him. the boy looked nervous, which was so unlike the boy she saw in target today throwing weighted blankets on top of dylan to make him fall over. she smiled shyly at him, nodding her head before standing up and grabbing his hand. both of their faces heated into a red hue, as lola guided him through the house and out the front door to his car.
trevor watched the two leave, a little hurt at the disregard of his frozen peas. it was a hughes summer lake house tradition, and she had broken it for some lousy carrots.
"z! throw the damn ball, bro!" alex exclaimed. trevor rolled his eyes before throwing the ball and turning his attention to jack. "your sister just left hand in hand with that estapa kid."
"who? mark?" luke hadn't meant to eavesdrop in on the conversation, but when he heard both his sister and his best friend being mentioned, he couldn't help himself. trevor nodded his head in response. he knew how protective the three brothers, especially jack, were over their little sister, which is why he brought it up in the first place.
"mark's a cool guy." luke shrugged his shoulders, "and lola can do whatever she wants." this wasn't the reaction trevor was hoping for, but he wasn't sure why he was hoping for the opposite.
"why do you care, anyways?" jack asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. sure, he didn't want his sister getting into a relationship, but he would deal with that later. however, he wasn't going to let trevor, the boy he knew lola had liked for years, ruin her fun.
"i don't, man. just thought i would let you know." trevor shrugged, before walking off to find his own girlfriend.
when the boy was finally out of ear sight, jack pulled his phone out of his pocket. "what are you doing?" luke asked his older brother.
"telling lola that she better not be doing anything she shouldn't be."
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