someone was hungry for more Trevor…
both parties are 18+
warnings: swearing, coworkers with benefits, mentions of fingering, handjob, male!receiving blowjob, deepthroating, wet and messy, hair pulling, nipple play, swallowing, semi public?, i think that’s all??
The Suit Stays On
another long night of waiting around has creeped upon your agenda. it’s not like you mind, not particularly. the cool air conditioning drifting out from the dusty vents of the ectomobile sort of makes up for most frustration.
you promised Trevor you’d stay in the car while he goes and helps some senile lady trap a childlike ghost. considering the panic in the woman’s voice over the phone when you’d answered from the chair in the office, she’s probably telling the truth.
most days it’s calls like that. people scared out of their minds, children reporting their visions to anxious parents. at first, you weren’t sure you even wanted the job. the thought of working the call desk for some ghost hunting business seemed pretty taboo to you at first.
it wasn’t until you met him, that things started looking up.
Trevor isn’t the kind of guy you’d describe as charming. more so awkward, nerdy, cocky, and good with his hands inside and outside of mechanics.
which you didn’t find out until months later into the job.
the discovery occurred the way some cheap porno would. you were leaving the office late, he was coming in from a mission. since you thought you’d be alone on the way out, you let the buttons of your blouse loose for comfort.
of course him being an eighteen year old male, his eyes didn’t leave that unnoticed.
one thing led to another quickly. you laughed at his witty remarks, he guided you down the stairs. and somehow in the process, you ended up sitting on a step as he worked you open with his fingers. you remember not only the stress leaving your body, but the way he looked in that damn uniform.
your fond memories skirt to a halt on the treadmill of your brain when you hear two soft taps against the tinted windows of the vehicle. timidly, as if he could tell you were fantasizing of him, you unlock the doors with a sharp click.
“told you i wouldn’t be long.”
he says out of breath, as if he’d ran down the fifteen flights of stairs, flopping his lanky frame onto the creaky seat tiredly.
“yeah, you did tell me that. but still you took an hour and five minutes.”
his head lifts up weakly, hazy brown eyes scanning over your face before breaking into a surprised chuckle.
“an hour and five minutes, huh? so you counted?”
your shoulders lift and drop softly in a shrug, eyes not able to meet his with how he looks right now.
“maybe? you were taking a while, that’s all!”
Trevor notices the defensive tone you glaze over each word. the flush of your cheeks only partially concealed under the dim light.
“it’s okay to care, y/n. anyways, I’m tired as shit.”
his head plops back against the headrest once more, this time his eyes are closed. your own eyes trace over each detail you can manage to make out in the dark. his pale skin, his broad nose, the way his adams apple bobs each time he swallows.
it doesn’t take long for him to feel the way your staring boars into his skin.
“see something you like?”
you can’t help but huff in annoyance at his smug comment. but you also know you can’t deny him forever.
“you’ve had a long day, how about I help you out…?”
his eyes shoot open the same time he practically shoots out of his chair. they search yours intently, as if he’d misunderstood your innuendo.
“help me out? uh, well, with what exactly?”
you can’t help but grin at the fact that he’s the flustered one.
“you know…like how you took care of me a while back after I had a long day.”
without a second thought he nods, allowing you to reach over and slide the zipper on the front of his uniform down.
his breath is shaky as if he can’t believe this is happening. which he probably can’t. when he invited you to come along on the ride to a mission, sexual acts weren’t on the forefront of his mind.
but now that your hand is cupping his pulsing cock through the thin fabric of his boxers…nothing else matters.
slowly, almost teasing, your hand slips into the opening of the briefs. warm hand meeting more warmth.
you give a couple soft pumps before tugging his length out of the fabric hole. at the same time, both of your breaths hitch. his from the cool air hitting his sensitive tip. yours from the sight of him hard and ready for you.
“uh, is it good? i mean- do you like it?”
insecurity drips from each word as his weary eyes scan over your face. is he serious right now?
“what?”
you stare at him almost stunned. the moment is awkward, sure, but sweet at the same time. your head shakes and your hand starts its movement. slow deliberate strokes up and down to his shaft, each drag making small huffs of air stir out of him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
he somehow manages to get out, hooded eyes drifting between your hand on him and the pleasureful concentration clear as day across your features.
you don’t reply, no need to when the speed of your ministrations give him an answer. his hips buck up into your hand without thought, a small curse leaving his mouth at the added friction it brings.
it’s clear that he wants more, needs it, so you do what you assume is correct for the situation.
carefully, your frame leans over the small leather console separating the buzzing hormone machines you call your bodies. the cool material hits your skin through the fabric of your shirt, goosebumps pricking at your arms and nipples hardening embarrassingly quick.
Trevor’s eyes widen, realization of where this is going just now hitting him. he notices the goosebumps, the way your breasts perk up under the white of your shirt. he practically drools at the sight, a promiscuous sneak peek of what he so frequently fantasizes about.
if it were any other situation, you’d be morbidly embarrassed by your lack of bra. but after seeing the hungry expression Trevor wears so well, you can’t bring yourself to care.
saliva pools under your tongue in preparation for what’s next. his leaking tip glistening, successfully luring you in.
he watches in awe as your neck cranes down, hot mouth finally enveloping the sensitive skin. you hum lowly at the salty taste of him needing this, his head lulling back from the sweet vibrations you caused absentmindedly.
“sh-shit that feels so good.”
you desperately need to hear more of that whiny tone from him. one of your hands grips the seat between his legs, while the other wraps around the base of his cock. the amount you’re not so sure you’ll be able to fit.
he whimpers softly as your tongue streaks down the vein lining the underside of his pale shaft. his length twitches up hitting the roof of your mouth as you continue. before he can awkwardly apologize, you’re stuffing him in as much as you can manage.
a raw gasp tears from his chest at the sensation of your tight throat pulsing around him. as if that wasn’t enough, your head begins to bob up and down, hand on his base working in tandem.
his hands shake in front of him, unsure of where to go. but once you look up sideways at him through thick lashes, tears of pressure pricking in the corners, he knows exactly what to do.
you moan at the soft feel of his fingers threading into your hair. rough fingertips caressing the roots before moving through the strands and tugging for control. while his other hand slides past the hem of your shirt, instantly finding your sensitive chest.
it’s almost sick the way he gets so riled up from the sight of your teary eyes. his core clenching in attempt to hold back an orgasm when they cascade down your flushed cheeks.
“fuck- is it too much?”
you appreciate the sincerity of his concern, but again you don’t answer. the spit seeping out the corners of your mouth says enough.
without warning, his hips thrust up into your mouth roughly. back arching almost painfully off the old leather seat. the fingers around your nipple pinching harder, making your own spine curl inwards.
“how about now?”
his tone is condescending, eyes full of pure lust and sexual hunger. you try to pull up to speak but he slams you back down, thighs shaking under you.
“no- please, can i cum?”
it’s like the chance of you pulling away flipped the switch in him. any trace of teasing dominance gone like it was never there. your cheeks hollow and squeeze, tongue dancing around any inch it can reach.
he gets the hint but doesn’t pursue his request until the visual of his own tip poking against the inside of your cheek is on display. a ragged moan slips out and before you can think, warm salty liquid fills your mouth unforgivingly.
“oh my god, oh shit- fuck.”
breathless words spill out as his hand relaxes in your hair, soothing over your head as a weak apology. the other kneading your breasts softly.
your throat bobs as you swallow gratefully at what he gave, his gaze fixated on your expression as if assuring you’re okay.
with a quiet ‘pop’ you pull off of him, your faces only inches apart. without a second to breathe his lips meet yours, groaning at the taste of him on your mouth.
“thank you so much.”
you can’t help but giggle at his slurred appreciation, forehead resting on his to finally catch some air.
“don’t worry about it, Trev.”
despite your words, he’s gonna worry about it. his mind already racing with ideas on how to pay you back.
but with his hand working lower under your shirt, you have a pretty good idea at what he’s thinking.
a/n: i hit flow state the way a middle aged man hits a cigarette after a long day.
