Based off the TikTok trend. [I tried looking up players middle name but came up short handed so I just used their first and last name]
alexander turcotte
alex doesnât even realize heâs in trouble until you say it. Not Alex, not Turcs or babeâbut very calmly, very deliberately: âAlexander Turcotte.â He freezes mid-sip of his drink like a kid whoâs just heard their mom use their government name. Slowly, he looks at you over the rim of the cup, eyes wide and suspicious. âOkay,â he says, already laughing, âwhat did I do?â You just shrug, completely innocent, repeating it once more because itâs so funny watching his shoulders sag in dramatic defeat. âIâm sorry,â he says before you can even answer, grinning as he steps closer. âWhatever it was. Please donât say my full name again. Thatâs terrifying.â
cole caufield
You open the takeout bag, already knowing somethingâs wrong before you even check. No fries. You look up slowly and say, very calmly, âCole Caufield.â Heâs mid-unboxing his own food when he freezes, eyes darting to the bag and then back to you. âOh no,â he laughs, immediately guilty. âI forgot the fries, didnât I?â You donât even answer verballyâjust nodding your head, and heâs already standing up, grabbing his keys. âIâll go back,â he says quickly, grinning like heâs bargaining for his life. âIâll get extra fries. Large ones. Whatever you want. Justâpleaseâdonât say my full name again. That felt way worse than any penalty.â
jack rowden hughes
Jackâs chirping Luke from the other side of the room, smug grin firmly in place, when you cut in without raising your voice at all. âJack Rowden Hughes.â The effect is immediate. Jack stops mid-sentence, blinking like heâs just been iced by something way scarier than a defenseman. Luke looks between you two, trying not to smile. âWhoa,â Jack says, holding his hands up, already laughing. âOkay, thatâs unfair. You canât use my full name like that.â You give him the look and tell him to be nice, and he sighs dramatically before ruffling Lukeâs hair. âFine,â he mutters, grinning anyway. âIâll stop. But next time you say my government name, Iâm telling your mom.â
jamie drysdale
You come home exhausted, shoes barely off before you notice the soft glow of candles down the hall and the familiar smell of your favorite food. Jamie appears in the doorway, a little shy, hands tucked into the sleeves of his hoodie. You smile, overwhelmed in the best way, and quietly say, âJamie Drysdale.â He laughs softly, cheeks pink. âThat bad, huh?â he asks, stepping closer and brushing his thumb over your hand. You shake your head, heart full, telling him itâs perfectâheâs perfect. He leads you toward the bathroom where the tub is already steaming with bubbles, music low, everything warm and safe. âYou had a long day,â he says gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. âI just wanted to take care of you.â
juraj slafkovskĂ˝
You jolt awake to yelling from the living room, some very intense Slovak mixed with English echoing through the apartment. Groggy and unimpressed, you shuffle out of the bedroom and say it once, flat and quiet: âJuraj SlafkovskĂ˝.â He whips around like heâs been caught red-handed, eyes wide before he immediately mutes the TV and shuts the game off completely. âOhâsorry, sorry,â he says, rushing over and pulling you gently back toward the bedroom. âI didnât mean to wake you.â He presses a quick kiss to your forehead, sheepish and soft now. âIâll make you coffee, yeah? And I wonât yell anymore. Promise.â
luke warren hughes
You open the fridge already suspicious, and then you see itâyour leftovers, gone. You donât yell. You donât even sigh. You just turn toward him and say, very clearly, âLuke Warren Hughes.â He freezes with the empty container still in his hand, eyes widening in horror. âIâI was gonna tell you,â he blurts, immediately guilty. You raise an eyebrow, and thatâs all it takes. Heâs already grabbing his jacket and keys. âOkay, Iâll go,â he says quickly, half-laughing. âIâll get you more. Fresh. Hot. Better than before. Please donât use my full name like that againâI feel like I just disappointed the whole family.â
matthew rempe
The door barely clicks shut before youâre on your feet, eyes immediately finding the split lip and the fresh stitches above his eyebrow. Your voice comes out soft but shaky when you say itââMatthew Rempe.â He stills, shoulders dropping, all the fight draining out of him at once. âHey,â he murmurs, stepping closer, careful, like he doesnât want to scare you. âIâm okay. Promise.â You cup his face gently anyway, thumbs brushing over the bruises, and he leans into your touch with a sigh. âI know it looks bad,â he says quietly, forehead resting against yours, âbut Iâm here. I made it home. Thatâs what matters.â
mathew michael paul barzal
Heâs pacing the kitchen, rambling a mile a minute about practice, the traffic, the ref who definitely missed a callâwhen you cut in softly, âMathew Michael Paul Barzal.â He stops dead. Slowly turns to you. âWhy did you say all my whole name?â he asks, trying not to laugh but already losing the battle. You just smile sweetly, arms crossed, and he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. âOkay, okay,â he says, grinning. âIâm sorry. I donât even know what Iâm sorry for yet, but I feel like I should be.â He steps closer, bumps his forehead to yours, and adds quietly, âPlease donât ever say my full name like that again. I swear it shuts my brain off.â
nico hischier
He thinks heâs being funnyâwaiting just out of sight, perfectly still, until you walk past. The second you do, he pops out with a quiet âBoo,â and you jump, heart racing. Heâs way too proud of himself after itâstanding there grinning like he just won something when you jump and yelp. You turn on him immediately, pointing a finger and saying, half-laughing, half-offended, âNico Hischier.â That just makes him laugh. âOh come on prinzessin,â he says, hands up in surrender, eyes bright. âYou scare so easy.â You swat at his arm and repeat his name again, and he cracks completely, pulling you into a hug. âOkay, okay,â he chuckles into your hair. âI deserve that. But admit itâyou love me anyway.â
quintin jerome hughes
Youâre scrolling TikTok on the couch when you suddenly sit bolt upright, eyes wide. âNo way,â you mutter, then look straight at him and say, very clearly, âQuintin Jerome Hughes!â Quinn barely has time to look confused before you shove your phone in his faceâfans screaming, edits flying, the words HE GOT DRAFTED plastered across the screen. âYou found out from TikTok?â he asks, stunned, laughing at the same time. Jack loses it immediately. âThatâs insane,â he says, leaning over Quinnâs shoulder. Luke just grins, proud and smug. Quinn rubs his face, still smiling in disbelief. âI was gonna tell you,â he says weakly, and you just shake your head, laughing. âI cannot believe I had to learn this from strangers,â you say, and Jack adds, âYeah, manâgetting full-named for that one was deserved.â
trevor John zegras
Youâre watching the clip on your phone when the front door opens, and you look up just in time to see the faint bruise blooming on his cheek. You donât yell. You donât panic. You just say itâsoft but loaded: âTrevor John Zegras.â He winces like you actually hit him. âOkay, yeah,â he says quickly, dropping his bag. âBefore you say anythingâit wasnât that bad. First fight. Kind of happened.â You cross your arms, unimpressed, and he sighs, stepping closer with a sheepish grin. âI know, I know,â he adds, quieter now. âBut heyâIâm fine. Promise. And⌠I kinda won?â
william andrew michael junior nylander altelius
Heâs halfway through tying his skates, completely relaxed, when you casually say, âWilliam Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius.â He stops. Slowly looks up across the ice at you like youâve just revealed a magic trick. âHowâhow the hell did you know all that?â he demands, half-laughing, half-concerned. You just smile sweetly, and he groans, dropping his head into his hands. âI donât even say my full name,â he mutters, then looks back up with a grin, shaking his head. He reaches for you anyway, bumping his forehead to yours. âYouâre dangerous, you know that, älskling,â he says softly. âCome here, hjärtat. Remind me never to underestimate you again.â
â quinn hughes x platonic!f!reader , jack hughes x gf!reader
â fluff / teasing
â reader and jack are in a relationship, quinn and her meet for the first time at the lake house and the entire time they are teasing / bullying trevor.or lake house posts ft Trevor slander and Quinn memes
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goldenynn Michigan Summer â25 is about to begin âď¸đ jackhughes lhughes_06
trevorzegras ew your bringing your gf jack
â jamiedrysdale âŚ. Iâm bringing Tara ?
â goldenynn ew is a strong word coming from you
colecaufield WAIT DOES THIS MEAN YN MN LN BAKING TASTE TESTING IS MAKING ITS RETURN
â goldenynn you know it !
user1 cole only being excited for yn baking is sending me
â user2 i swear these boys go crazy for her baking stuff any time they play in Jersey
elblue6 oh I canât wait to see you
â goldenynn I canât wait to see you to mama Hughes <3
â jackhughes wow mom
â user3 her calling Ellen mama Hughes đĽš
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goldenynn tried something new & almost died jackhughes lhughes_06 _quinnhughes
trevorzegras damn I didnât pray hard enough
â goldenynn thatâs what you mom said when you came out looking like that đ¤¨
â jackhughes YN! you canât say that đ
user4 WAIT yn is there Quinn is there and Trevorâs on a plane (according to his story) so will we get two on one ? Quinn and Yn vs Trevor
â goldenynn _quinnhughes hi partner
_alexturcotte its only the 4th day?
â goldenynn I blame Trevor
â trevorzegras IM NOT EVEN THERE
â goldenynn it was the thought of having to be near you for 4 months
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goldenynn golfing day âłď¸ jackhughes trevorzegras colecaufield
user5 are yn and Trevor friends now ?
â goldenynn gross he was just jealous I took a picture of jack and cole but not him
â trevorzegras mind you jack was MY FRIEND before he was your boy toy
â goldenynn if you want to date jack just say so ?
â jackhughes excuse me?
colecaufield mind you she did not play
â goldenynn I DONT UNDERSTAND GOLF
â trevorzegras your brains to small?
â goldenynn at least i have a brain đ
_quinnhughes why is Zegras man spreading so much
â trevorzegras damn can a man just be comfortable
â goldenynn no
â _quinnhughes no
user6 Iâm just here for the two on one
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goldenynn not to self donât try to have a picnic date near a lake house full of guys jackhughes trevorzegras jamiedrysdale _alexturcotte colecaufield
jamiedrysdale Iâm saying this now, I was dragged against my will to bother you two
â goldenynn oh jamie i know , Trevorâs mean
â trevorzegras COLES THE ONE WHO DRAGGED HIM WITH US TF
â goldenynn my sweet innocent 5â8â friend would never
â colecaufield had to bring my height into this?
_quinnhughes is this why you all were missing from the house?
â goldenynn technically it was just me and jack at first, we invited Tara and Jamie but Tara was still sleeping then the other two (and broken ankle guy over there) interrupted us and took poor jamie as a hostage
â _quinnhughes broken Ankle guy đ
taramireskandari can you send jamie back thanks babes <3
â goldenynn girl Iâm already walking back with him, I left the other four to have a date with each other
lhughes_06 WAIT BRING ME SOME FOOD
â goldenynn thereâs extra in the fridge Lukey
goldenynn bonding time with my favorite brother in law lhughes_06
_quinnhughes Iâm not your favorite?
â goldenynn we donât spend time with each other so not at the moment no
trevorzegras imaging your gf choosing to hang with your little brother over you
â goldenynn at least jack has a gf to do that to him
colecaufiled you guys got slurpees đ
â goldenynn maybe donât interrupt my picnic date with MY BOYFRIEND and you can come along
â trevorzegras again he was OUR FRIEND first
â goldenynn oh boohoo , does the baby miss his second boyfriend
â _alexturcotte whos⌠whoâs boyfriend number one?
â goldenynn jamie (Iâm sorry jamie)
â taramireskandari YOU SEE IT TWO?
â goldenynn bbg Iâve BEEN seeing it
â trevorzegras me and jamie are not dating
â goldenynn no shit ? lucky jamie
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goldenynn from bullying the hell out of Trevor to being pool buddies, I just wanna ask⌠_quinnhughes did we just become best friends ?
user7 SHE SAID THE MEME
â goldenynn had a shot and I took it
lhughes_06 did I just get replaced?
â goldenynn your still my favorite away from Michigan
_quinnhughes not if your gonna be saying that
â goldenynn hey you said it first
user8 oh god is Trevor alive
â goldenynn unfortunately
â trevorzegras EXCUSE ME
trevorzegras jackhughes if you care about me you will send her back to Jersey
â jackhughes I do CARE about you but I LOVE her
â trevorzegras simp
â _quinnhughes at least he has a girl to simp for
â trevorzegras YOU DONT HAVE A GIRL EITHER QUINNY
â _quinnhughes yeah but Iâm not getting jealous of my little brother and his gf liked by goldenynn
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goldenynn last bbq in Michigan:( jackhughes lhughes_06 trevorzegras colecaufield _quinnhughes jamiedrysdale _alexturcotte taramireskandari
griffinzegras best summer ever!!
taramireskandari gonna miss you :(
â goldenynn gonna miss you <3
colecaufield gonna be waiting for the Montreal visits
â goldenynn you only want me to come and bake for you
â colecaufield noooooo
lhughes_06 was gonna say bye but then remembered your flying back with me and jack liked by goldenynn
_alexturcotte gonna miss you guys , but not the skincare stuff
â goldenynn youâll thank me later
njdevils come home safe, need our best players alive
_quinnhughes I think we did well teaming up against Zegras
â goldenynn pleasure doing business with you Quinn, until next summer
â user9 YALL LET THE MAN BREATHE
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goldenynn Michigan summer â25 in the books , hate saying it but Iâm gonna miss these losers (except luke and trevor)
lhughes_06 what did I do?
â goldenynn um push me into the lake
â lhughes_06 lies
â goldenynn thereâs a photo in this post
trevorzegras i hate your girlfriend jack
â goldenynn I hate your boyfriend Jamie
â _quinnhughes I hate your friend jack
jackhughes btw she hit me in the face during just dance
â goldenynn I blame Trevor
â trevorzegras âŚ
nicohischier what is going on in the first picture?
â goldenynn just chaos thing cap
jamiedrysdale my back still hurts by the way boys
â colecaufield awe poor Jamie
â goldenynn welcome to the lake house crew Jamie, this is what happens
okay this isnât exactly a smut request per se - more just an idea that isnât fully formed yet, but you could probably turn it into smut somehow, i trust your skills! but anyway- iâm thinking like trevor and jamie are out with a bunch of the guys and trevor had been flirting with this girl he had his eye on all night, was finally getting somewhere and they were making out, getting touchy, grinding, etc. in the club, you know the drill. and before he has the chance to get her somewhere more private to take it further, one of his friends pulls him away for some reason or he gets a phone call he has to take, idk, something pulls him away. then he comes back a few minutes later to find jamie with the girl basically picking up where he left off LOL. and from that point on you can take the idea wherever youâd like đ¤
well, after two years, i think the idea reached its full form!
this ask has been sitting in my inbox for two years TODAY and because i'm sentimental like that, i wanted to release it on its birthday. it is the last of its kind! i hope y'all enjoyed this fic â i know i enjoyed writing it.
pairing: trevor zegras x fem!reader x jamie drysdale (anaheim era)
warnings: protected p in v, oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, hand stuff ;), dirty talk (tzyaps), car sex (a smidge), sex while intoxicated
word count: 6,405
If you had to summarize your night out in one word, it would be eye-tag.Â
The moment you walked into the bar, you locked eyes with a man standing at the end of the booth next to the door, fluffy hair fanning out from under his baseball cap. You saw him again across the bar as you bought your third drink. He acknowledged you with a smirk and a lift of his beer in your direction and you blushed before turning back to your friends. Through the crowd as you danced, feet aching from your heels, you spotted him again; talking to someone just out of sight, leaning against the wall with one shoulder, and watching you. Every time your eyes flickered in that direction, his glinting pupils stared back.
You knew it would come to fruition sooner or later. You knew heâd appear near you, dancing closer and closer until you were flush and there was nowhere to go but home.Â
So you waited. You moved to the beat of the music, shifting your weight from foot to foot and allowing your arms to move as they pleased. Gracefully, yes, or with as much grace as you could muster after the four drinks youâd had at the bar and the drinks youâd consumed at the pregame hours prior. The buzz had sunken into your bones and left you feeling loose, happy⌠flirty.
Little by little, your friends split off.Â
The birthday girl and two others wandered to the bathroom, another decided to call an Uber, one decided she spotted something she liked at one of the booths, and through it all, you kept dancing. You werenât alone â you still had one friend holding your hand and spinning herself around, laughing and tipping her drink to her mouth, lipstick staining the rim. Her eyeshadow glimmered under the lights and you leaned in to compliment it over the music when a pair of hands slid over your hips.
The waiting game was over, then.
You looked over your shoulder and confirmed your assumption: impish good looks and tan skin that reflected the Californian weather youâd come to enjoy since moving to Los Angeles. It was him.
âSteal you for a dance?â he asked, confidence oozing from his smile.Â
You leaned into his touch and your friend, well aware of the game youâd been playing all night, tapped the rim of her glass, signaling to you that she was going to get a refill â but you knew she was really just getting out of your hair now that youâd snared the man you wanted to talk to all night.
She departed, sneaking through the crowd, and you continued what you were doing without missing a beat. The song had changed, but your bobbing had not, and the man slotted into place behind you.Â
His smooth, lingering hands remained mostly on your hips, although one of them had crept along the band of your skirt and subtly rested on the button keeping it in place. You allowed it, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and laying your head on his shoulder. Your hips shifted back, his pelvis flush with your ass, and a pair of lips descended on your pulse point.
You hummed appreciatively and laced your fingers through the ends of his flowy hair. âFeels nice.â
âMm, you think that feels nice?â he asked. âYou should see what else I can do.â
Lips quirked, you turned in his grasp. Youâre finally able to see him up close and personal. He had a large, hooked nose and beady but kind eyes and the kind of mouth that couldnât stop smiling. You could read him immediately, all mystery gone as soon as you noticed how expressive his face was.Â
You threw your arms over his shoulders and picked up the rhythm youâd lost while turning around, resuming your dancing â grinding, if youâre being technical about whatâs happening between your bodies. âWhat else can you do?â
âLots,â he said with a crooked grin that told you he was being vague on purpose. âYou wanna get out of here and see?â
You pursed your lips and deliberated the question.Â
His thumbs tapped against your sides impatiently, like he couldnât contain the energy coursing through his veins, and he pressed his clothed bulge against your hip. âItâll be fun.â
âGive me a glimpse,â you challenged. âYou talk a big game, but can you put your money where your mouth is?â
He released a short bark of a laugh and slid his hand under the fabric of your top, flattening his palm against the expanse of your back. âWhat do you want me to do?â he questioned. He lifted his chin and nodded at a place over your shoulder. âYou want me to push you up against that wall and put my fingers under this pretty skirt?â
âWell, that sounds nice, but why donât you start by kissing me?â you replied, inching forward so he could meet you halfway.Â
Dark eyelashes fluttered around dangerous green eyes. âI guess I jumped the gun on that one,â he said, laughing at himself slightly. His mouth hovered closer to yours. âMy apologies.â
âYouâre forgiven,â you answered, and then your lips sealed together.
He tasted like cheap beer and mint gum, but you mellowed into him instantaneously. You werenât normally one to make out with a stranger in the bar, but there was something about this man that had you acting differently. Youâd certainly been influenced by the drinks youâd drank as well, but youâd rather blame your recklessness on the intoxication of the man before you. He was more exhilarating than any liquor youâd consumed. His tongue danced along the seam of your lips and you sighed against him, parting your mouth so that he could dart inside.
The music was muffled in your ears, overtaken by the thrumming of blood through your veins as you focused on the feel of him â how his fingers moved restlessly all over you, how his mouth moved against yours and occasionally, just when you needed a breath, down your neck. His tongue lathed over your sweaty skin and he hummed like it tasted like nectar, something he never wanted to stop lapping up from the crevices of your body.
His palm covered one of your asscheeks and squeezed, rucking up your miniskirt just enough that he could feel where your leg became butt but not enough to expose you to the rest of the room. Just enough to excite you, to lean into him and consider copping a feel of your own.
As your hand made its way down, over the smooth ridges of his belly that you could feel beneath the thin cotton of his shirt, fingertips searching for the tent in his pants, a short series of buzzes came from his pocket. You could feel his rectangular phone against your leg and how it moved, a call evidently coming to the man before you at the least opportune moment.Â
âFuck,â he breathed out. His grip tightened on your backside and his other hand cradled your jaw. âThey can wait, justâŚâ
He kissed you again, raw and ravenous, everything that you wanted you knew he was feeling in equal droves. After a minute, the ringing ended, and he exhaled over your lips in relief, but there was only a moment of brevity before it began again.
âFuck,â he cursed again, an edge to his voice. He broke from you and fished his phone out of his pocket, your bottom lip pushed out in a pout and fingers pinching his sides needily. His eyes met yours and you could see how he regretted what he had to do from the look alone. âMy ride â I need to take this,â he said. âIâll be right back.â
âBoo,â you teased, frowning at him. âCanât you find another ride?â
He laughed and lifted his hand to your chin, nudging you into place. He planted a peck squarely on your mouth and grinned. âIâll be right back,â he said again. âWait for me. Five minutes. I swear.â
âPinky swear?â
He looped his pinky with yours and kissed his thumb. âPinky swear.â
You felt a bit put out as he departed, eyebrows drawing together as he weaved through the crowd and disappeared. With a sigh, you threw your head back and tried to lean back into the music. You wished you had a drink in your hand, looked through the crowd to find your remaining friend who had left for the bar when the man started dancing with you, but it was for naught. It was impossible to find anyone through the crowd. Youâd go get a drink for yourself, but if you left this spot now, you may never find the hottie youâd been playing eye tag with again. You donât even know his name.
So, you remained. You closed your eyes and danced to the movement of the lights behind your eyelids, flashing pink and blue and green and purple.Â
Sooner than you expected, a palm found your lower back. You assumed it was your boy returning from his phone call, but when you turned around to greet him, it was someone new entirely.Â
This man had dark hair, though it also flowed out like a surfer beneath his backwards hat. His square jaw dwarfed his kind smile, but you found yourself returning the grin instinctively.Â
âWhereâs your friend?â he asked.Â
âShe went to get a drink,â you replied.
âNo, the other one,â he laughed. âThe guy you were dancing with.â
âOh, heââ you stopped yourself, squinting at the man before you. âHave you been watching me?â
âGuilty,â he admitted with a chuckle. âI was going to ask you to dance a little bit ago, but he got to you first. Now that heâs gone, I was hopingâŚâ
He trailed off pointedly, tilting his head to the side as he awaited your answer.Â
On the spot, you decided, fuck it. The other guy had left, you didnât know if he would actually be back, and here this guy is in front of you, offering to fill the space.Â
And he was cute. In a different way than your original tag partner, but still cute. Itâs not fair to compare apples and oranges â both are good, and both of these guys looked good.
âSure,â you said, offering him a beam. âShow me what youâve got, big guy.â
He laughed at the nickname and fit his hands along your sides. The dance started awkward, his hands more bumbling than the first manâs, but he held you with more security at the same time. Whereas Eye-Tag had been touchy, testing your self-restraint, this man was gentle and allowed you to control the pace.Â
It took one drift of his eyes to your glossed lips for you to take the plunge and kiss him. He was just so⌠sweet. You didnât have to talk much to know it, nor did you have to play games to get his attention.Â
Tonight, you wanted to have fun. Your savior, this second partner, may show you a better time than the first guy ever could. So, you teased the seam of his lips with the tip of your tongue and hummed approvingly when he pulled you closer.
Speak of the devil.
âI see you met Jimmy,â the familiar voice behind you said over the thumping music, a laugh tickling his words. He told you heâd be back â and so he was.Â
Jimmy. A name to attach to the raven-haired boy youâd be taking home tonight.
âDidnât know youâd actually come back,â you replied, the sassy response flowing from you easily. You turned to face him, smiling slightly as Jimmyâs hands found your waist. You covered his hands â big, broad, thick fingers and a silver chain around his wrist â with yours and intertwined your fingers so he didnât leave. You liked the sturdiness of him against your back, especially the half-formed line that pressed against your ass.Â
âMm,â he chastised with a faux-pout, like youâd wounded him severely with your joust. âI keep my promises.â
âOh,â you said with a half-hearted shrug. You returned to Jimmy, lacing your arms over his shoulders although you were still peering over yours at the tan boy behind you. You blinked and continued airily, âThatâs nice.â
It got the reaction you wanted. Jimmyâs lips pulled into a smile and his eyes crinkled as he looked down at you, and the man behind you stepped closer, like heâd done when you were first dancing. It was suffocating, being between them, but you werenât complaining. You were drowning in the attention, but youâd die happy. Two hot men on either side? They could fight for your hand for all you cared.
Or maybe you were just drunk.
The first boy fitted his lips by your ear and said, âSomething else about me?â
âHm?â you encouraged dismissively.
âI donât mind sharing.â He pulled himself closer to you and suddenly you were sandwiched between the strong, supple body to your front and his lithe, agile form to your back. Then, voice lower, a little heavier, he added, âNeither does he.âÂ
You felt his smile grow against your neck as he donned it with a kiss.
âPrefers it, really,â he concluded in a knowing voice. âIsnât that right, Jim?â
âA bit far, Z,â Jimmy â Jim? â said to the man just past you before his gaze locked back on your face. âI donât⌠prefer it.â
You almost laughed at his delivery, but you caught yourself. Zâs hand drifted to your upper thigh, his fingers playing with the hem of your miniskirt as he kept the dance going behind you. âWhat are you proposing?â you asked even though you thought you knew, the question floating into the air for either of them to answer.
Z was the one who piped up first, quicker to the jump. âJust that you donât, you know, have to choose,â he explained. His hips circled and you found that not only was there a hard line pressing into your hip from the front, but there was a healthy bulge nestling against your backside.Â
There was a dull pulsing between your legs, too.
âYou could have us both,â Jimmy said. âIf you wanted.â
âAnd you two⌠know each other?â you asked.
âInside and out, baby,â Z answered, bragging.
âNot literally.â Jimmy cringed. The scrunch of his nose caught your eye. It was cute. Endearing. âNot inside.â
âNot inside,â Trevor repeats like a man with a handshake agreement. âAlthough he wishes.â
âHow would that work? Both of you,â you interrupted.
âWell, weâd take you home,â Z said. His lips found your earlobe and a shiver went down your spine. âJamie here gets to kiss you first, since Iâm nice, but while heâs doing that, Iâm undoing your skirtâŚâ
You swayed in place as you listened to his seductive purr.
âIâll lift up your top,â Jamie continued, his fingers dipping beneath the cloth to demonstrate his point, large hands covering your rib cage and making you feel⌠dainty. âTake off your bra.â
âNot wearing one,â you supplied faintly.
Z hummed and nibbled your neck, soothing the spot with a kiss when he was done. âPerfect,â he mused. It felt like praise. Your heart thudded in your chest.Â
Jamie smiled. âTrevor will take you to bed,â he said. âHeâll suck your tits and Iâll kneel between your legs.â
You whimpered at the mere thought and he chuckled.Â
âFuck you with my tongue,â Jamie added in a low voice, licking his lips. You tracked the movement. He watched your reaction.
âAnd thatâs just the start,â Trevor told you. He linked his finger through the belt loop of your skirt and turned you to face him, back now to Jamie. His hand came to your cheek, then slid to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a wet kiss. You leaned into it, sucking his tongue as it entered your mouth, and moaned when Jamie rolled his hips against your ass. âSo, what do you say?â
âYes,â you agreed emphatically.Â
âGood,â Trevor said, the response a simple knee-jerk reaction.
âIâll get the car,â Jamie declared and within a moment, he was gone.
Trevor stayed with you, carding his fingers through your hair as he kissed you over and over again, your lips dancing as you made your way to the edge of the outskirts of the crowd. He was insistent that you didnât part for longer than a second, even to breathe. You giggled and stumbled against him as you broke through the layers of people, hand landing on his bicep.
âOoh,â you observed, giving his arm a squeeze.
Trevor smirked and flexed. âYou like?â
In lieu of laughing at his brag, or copping another feel of the hard, prominent muscle, you fisted his t-shirt and guided him through the exit, into the mild California night. You waited for Jamie on the curb, daring to push your hands up Trevorâs stomach and feeling for his ribs. He was warm. It wasnât easy to stop touching him, even as passerbys eyed your show of affection and lifted their brows in judgement. Normally, youâd be right with them â tipsy or even sober, holding back a laugh at the couple making out on the sidewalk, but today⌠well, now you understood what it was like to be on the other side. It was a thrill.
You werenât the only one having trouble keeping your hands to yourself. When Jamie pulled up and honked the horn to signal his arrival, you broke apart reluctantly, one of Trevorâs hands less than in inch from your boob, and clambered inside. Trevor sat with you in the backseat of Jamieâs car, leaving the dark-haired boy in the front by himself. You both sprawled across the length of the seats, neglecting your seat belts until Jamie offhandedly reminded Trevor that he wouldnât drive off until you both were clipped in.
ââKay, Dad,â Trevor goaded as you sat up. He pulled you closer, into the middle seat so that you were right beside him. When the car started moving, his hand found the back of your neck again and your lips locked.
You were dizzy from his touch, from his taste. You were dizzy from the drinks and the motion of the vehicle. But God, God, you were right where you wanted to be.
Trevorâs heavy hand found your inner thigh, coaxing your legs apart. You were putty in his arms, especially once his thumb brushed your panties and made contact with your clit. You made a soft noise and he smirked, middle finger drawing a line over your slit.
âYouâre soaked,â he murmured against your lips. His fingers tapped your core impatiently, drawing beneath the gusset of your panties and shifting the thin fabric to the side. âSpread your legs wider, baby, show Jimmy.â
Your eyes flickered to the rearview mirror and caught Jamieâs passing glance.
A curse fell from his mouth and his eyes returned to the dark road in front of him. âGonna make me crash the fucking car, Z.â
âSorry.â Not sounding apologetic at all, Trevor smiled. He spread your folds and traced the tight circle of your entrance, like dipping his toes in the water. âWeâll keep to ourselves, then.â
âOh my God,â you whined as his fingers moved, one slender digit filling your cunt as his thumb circled your clit.
âShh,â Trevor whispered. His mouth caressed your cheek sweetly. âJimmyâs driving.â
You bit down on your lower lip and tried to stifle your noises, trembling beneath Trevorâs touch. You didnât know how long the ride from the club to their place would be, but based on Trevorâs fervor, he was determined to send you over the edge before you arrived.
You clutched at his wrist as Jamie switched from lane to lane, dodging slower cars and peeking at you through the mirror whenever he could spare a glance. His looks were often accompanied by a low, wanting groan. There were a couple of times when you met Trevorâs gaze in the mirror too, his green eyes flashing with a predatorâs intent. Once, when Trevorâs smile widened hungrily, you realized he wasnât always watching you. He was watching Jamieâs reaction to you.Â
At some point, Jamieâs right hand had left the steering wheel and folded in his lap. Trevor was the one to point it out.
âSee that?â he asked you quietly, two fingers now buried in your cunt. âHeâs getting ready for you, too. Feeling good up there, Jimmy?â
âFuck off.â
âI wish I could see it,â you said, loud enough for Jamie to hear.
Trevor laughed as Jamie clenched his jaw. You could see his frustration in the vein throbbing along his neck. âAlmost,â Jamie gritted out.
âYouâll more than see it,â Trevor promised. He took your hand in his and guided it to his crotch, criss-crossing your arms so that he could keep pumping his fingers inside of you as yours curled around his prominent length. âYouâll feel it. Deep, baby. âS why Iâve gotta get you ready for him.â
âWhat about you?â Your breath stuttered when he probed your g-spot. You snaked your hand beneath his waistband and grasped his cock, feeling his skin in your hand for the first time. The hitch in his breath matched yours. âArenât you getting me ready for you?â
âMm, if youâre not exhausted by the time itâs my turn,â Trevor replied, his eyelids drifting shut and head tilting back. âI want your mouth.â His free hand came to your chin, thumbing over your bottom lip. âThis gorgeous fucking mouth.â
Jamie took a sharp left turn and threw the car in park. âWeâre here,â he announced, his seatbelt retracting with a clatter and the driverâs side door flying open.
Trevor started to move quickly too, but his efforts werenât to leave the car like Jamie. No, his decision was to overwhelm you with a frenzied pulsing between your legs, thumb slipping into your mouth and his lips descending on your neck. You moaned and palmed his cock, Trevorâs sounds reverberating through your body, and you lost yourself in the pleasure.
âGet there,â Trevor encouraged. âCome on, baby. Can tell youâre close.â
âFuck,â you garbled around his thumb, arching off the seat as far as you could with the belt still around your waist and over your chest. He was right, of course. You were close. Dancing with both of them had you wanting more, but having Trevor actually touch you⌠you couldnât move onto the next thing until something inside of you snapped. It would take just seconds, just moments, and then you could release.
âTrevor,â Jamie barked, opening the door closest to you and reaching over to unbuckle you.
Trevor ignored him, beckoning his fingers inside of you rapidly, sucking on your neck. You writhed beneath him and the heel of his hand found your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
Your thighs started to shake and your jaw fell, coming hard around Trevorâs fingers. His cock throbbed in your hand as he fingerfucked you through the aftershocks of your first orgasm, Jamieâs large hand finding your knee and resting there.Â
âDude,â he complained. âSupposed to be a group effort.â
âSorry,â Trevor apologized again without feeling. He drew his fingers from you and let them hover near his mouth, only wrapping his lips around them after he added, âCouldnât resist.â
Jamie rolled his eyes. âSuch a dick.â
You chastised him with a small noise, but your head lolled towards Jamie and your lips widened in a lazy smile.Â
He returned it and helped you from the car, letting you lean on him as you walked to the front door together. The house was nice, even in the dark. Windows, a large flat roof, palm trees scattered around the property.Â
âHow do you feel?â Jamie asked.
You hummed before replying in a syrupy-sweet voice, âRelaxed.â
âGood,â Jamie said. âYou tell your friends where you were going?â
You could sense his concern. âItâs fine. Iâll tell them after. They knew I was â well, they knew that Trevor and I had been eying each other all night.â
His pretty pink lips formed a smile. âYou gonna tell them you got the two-for-one deal?â
You stepped into his space and tilted your chin up, an obvious invitation. âIf you impress me.â
Jamie cradled your face and kissed you right there at the foot of the stairs, his desire simmering through you, building into greed. You chased his lips when he pulled away, hung off of him as you climbed the stairs. Jamie enjoyed the attention and Trevor wasnât far behind you, having taken a short detour to the kitchen to grab three water bottles.Â
True to his word in the bar, Jamie pushed your shirt up and over your head once you hit the bedroom, freeing your breasts then covering them with his calloused hands. He busied you with his kiss and his touch, softly pinching your nipples until they were aching from the attention, although you kept mumbling âmoreâ and âpleaseâ whenever he gave you reprieve.
While Jamie didnât answer your plea, taking his time feeling you out, there was another set of hands responding to each one. It was Trevor who played you like an instrument until your breath came out in needy puffs while Jamieâs mouth descended between your boobs and over your stomach. Trevor was the one to lay you out on the bed and prop himself up beside you as Jamieâs lips went even lower, nearing the place between your legs that wanted him most.
He whispered to you too.
âYou have no idea how good you look.â Trevorâs quiet croon crept over you like a phantom wave of pleasure, hitting sensitive parts of you that his fingers could never reach. âIâve been imagining it all night â you, on the bed, with your legs spread. Your pretty pussy all bare in front of me.â
Jamie spreads your folds with his thumbs and licked over your hole, still loose from your first orgasm in the back of the car.Â
âArching your back like that,â Trevor praised. He lowered his mouth and wrapped his lips around your nipple, then removed them gently, like a kiss. A tease. He followed it with a pinch. Everything he did felt like a drawl. âClenching around my tongue.â
Vibrations from Jamieâs moan traveled up you when you did just that.
Your own noise felt foreign when you heard it leave your mouth, when it answered him.
Trevor laughed against your skin. He hooked his ankle over your calf and guided your legs further apart, his fingers finding your clit and circling slowly as Jamie licked over your hole enthusiastically. His icy blue eyes peered up at you and suddenly it was all too much, so you threw your head back against the pillows and gasped for breath.Â
But they didnât stop, and you didnât want them to.Â
âAtta girl, baby,â Trevor encouraged. âYouâre almost there, come on Jimmyâs tongue so we can fuck you. One more and Iâll get my cock in you, like weâve been thinking about all night. Know you have â know youâve been wondering how it would feel when I fill you up, just like how Iâve been wondering how youâd feel around me, so warm, so wetâŚâ
You squeaked and your thighs nearly crushed Jamieâs head as you started to come unraveled. Trevor mouthed over your neck, sensually sucking your sweaty skin.Â
It was like you were submerged in a pool of white noise. The only thing cutting through the haze was the ringing in your ears. You were out of your body, fully succumbing to your desire to feel everything.
You wailed for a moment before Trevor swallowed it with a kiss. The insistent press of his lips grounded you enough to bring you back to yourself, where Jamie had pulled away and started kissing your inner thigh.
âThought you said I was going to fuck her.â Jamie stood, seized his shirt by his collar and dragged it over his head. Your eyes went to his chest, bare and pale and muscled. There was a spattering of freckles over his shoulders and your lip went between your teeth as you evaluated him.
Trevor had said that of course, but he wasnât going to admit it now, not after heâd declared he would fuck you.
âWanna suck Jimmyâs dick?â Trevor asked you instead of answering his friend, touching your chin with a coaxing finger to regain your attention. âHeâs so hard, baby, he was humping the bed while you came all over his face.â His words tapered off into a pout that nearly broke your heart because you were so far gone.
âYes,â your need rushed out of you, cheeks flushing pink. You had to repay him for what heâd done to you and how he had made you feel and it was only fair that since heâd gone down on you, you must go down on him. âI want to suck your dick, please, Jamie.â
Your begging seemed to stun him for a moment. His fingers started to fumble with his belt.
âGo get him,â Trevor murmured. âTake his dick out, babe.â
You sat up languidly and lumbered to your knees. You helped Jamie get his pants and boxers down to his thighs, scrambling to grasp his cock as he pushed them far enough that he could kick them off. It was thick in your hand and the tip was pink, seeping precum. You extended your index finger and trace one of the dark curls at the base of his length, opening your mouth and diving in. You wrapped your lips around his cockhead and looked up at him through your eyelashes.
It was a good start. Trevor rustled around behind you and you were able to focus on Jamie, focus on bobbing your head as you took him deeper and deeper. Your fingers were curled around his shaft, loosely pumping what you hadnât taken in your mouth. Jamie gathered your hair into a ponytail and thrust forward gently. You took him, swallowed until your nose brushed the same curls that you had pet moments ago. His salty taste coated your tastebuds and you groaned around him, lids fluttering shut.
You could hear the drawer of the nightstand open and close, then a crinkle of plastic.
Trevor kneeled up behind you and tossed his clothes in a high arc to the corner of the room, like shooting a basketball. You barely registered the low thump, but you definitely registered the poking pressure at your core. You leaned into it, rolling your hips back as he slid forward. He took his time with you, giving you another inch with every shallow thrust until he had bottomed out.Â
Being full from both ends â it was new, it was fresh, it was nothing youâd ever experienced before and you knew, knew deep in your heart that youâd never regret it for a second.
Trevorâs cock was slimmer than Jamieâs, but as it filled you and drew out over and over again, it hit all the right spots. It dragged along your walls perfectly.
Then he picked up the pace.
His fingertips were vices on your hips. He drove into you like you werenât gagging on Jamieâs cock, sputtering around him and raggedly breathing through your nose.Â
âShit, baby, youâre going to make me come if you keep making noises like that,â Jamie said with a grimace, bringing his hand down to form a ring around his base, trying to hold off. Trevor snickered, but it made you work harder â you cupped his balls and massaged them gently, gave them a little tug, just so you could hear Jamie swear brokenly again.
Trevor snapped his hips forward. Jamieâs cockhead nailed the back of your throat and tears sprung along your waterline, threatening to spill over and ruin your makeup. You moaned and gulped, nuzzling as close as you could.Â
Jamieâs grip in your hair tightened and he held you in place, your throat fluttering around him. You inhaled and remained steadfast in place, Trevorâs momentum doing enough of the work for you. He forced you to deepthroat Jamieâs cock, your lips running over the same expanse of his base.
âFuck, gimme a break,â Jamie choked out, hauling you off of him and earning a chortle from Trevor, who never stopped fucking you.Â
You buried your face in the crease of Jamieâs thigh and stripped his cock with your curled grip, unable to stop yourself. It wasnât fast enough to bring Jamie any closer than he already was, but it kept him right on the edge, which is right where you wanted him. You kissed his smooth skin, sucked one of his balls into your mouth and thoroughly mapped the shape of it with your tongue. Jamieâs abs flexed in your peripheral vision, jumping slightly as his breath grew more shallow, his hooded eyes glued to your face.
Mumbling nonsense to himself, Trevor draped himself over you slightly, his hands leaving your hips to bracket your sides. His palms were flat against the mattress and with the new leverage, he drilled into you until your face was smushed into the same soft surface. Your fingers went limp around Jamieâs length and you moaned, muffled, against the bed. Trevorâs breaths came out in harsh pants over your neck and Jamie slipped from your grasp, kneeling at the edge of the bed. He cupped your cheeks and gently lifted your head, gently kissed your lips.
âYouâre being such a good girl for Trevor, angel,â Jamie cooed. âThe perfect hole for his cock. You gonna take me as well as you take him?â
You preened and nodded helplessly, squeezing your eyes shut and feeling a drop of overcome emotion leak from your lashline. Words couldnât describe how good you felt, with Trevorâs throaty grunts coming more frequently and Jamieâs soothing lips peppering your exposed skin.Â
âOh, fuck, âm gonna come,â Trevor warned you, stuttering over his words as his hips did the same. His pace flew into abnormality. âGonna come in your perfect fucking cunt, baby, fuck.â
You felt his seed as it sprayed into the condom, flooding your insides with its warmth even through the thin rubber barrier. His mouth opened and a strained moan fell on your ears like a wet blanket, totally encompassing you and trapping you with its weight. That noise would play in your dreams for months to come â it would haunt you.
Minutes passed. Jamie brushed your hair with his fingers and gave Trevor â and you â enough time to catch his breath. He painted your lips with deep kisses, keeping your attention, leveling you out. You breathed into him, used his oxygen to revitalize your lungs, and eventually you were able to blink your eyes open. Your vision was fuzzy at the edges and you were just spent enough to feel your heart pang with emotion at the sight of him.
âHi,â Jamie exhaled. âYou okay?â
You let out a small giggle and hid your smile in the covers bunched beneath your fists. It was such an absurd question. You were floating. Your world had been tinged by the ethereal.Â
âNever better,â was your genuine reply. âIâve still gotââ You had to take a short breath, mind rolling as you regained some sense of your limbs. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows. âOne more in me.â
Jamieâs teeth shone when he smiled.Â
Trevorâs fingertips drew spirals over your spine as you settled on Jamieâs lap, his head resting on the pillows that were somehow still in place near the headboard. Your knees rested on either side of his body and your elbows found their place above Jamieâs shoulders. Your fingers twined around the dark strands of his hair and your mouth bounced between his lips and neck.Â
He grabbed a condom from the drawer and rolled it onto his length, still as hard as youâd left it, and it took one smooth motion to fill you up. You rolled your hips slowly as you adjusted, grinding closer until your wet lips kissed his pelvis, smearing their slick into his curls.
The air between your bodies was polluted with desire. Your movements were deliberate, a game of touch and go as you rocked back and forth and Jamie held your waist with his strong hands. Your hearts were in line, boobs pressed against his strong chest, and the heat of the moment tumbled into something more intimate.
Unable to feel left out, Trevor managed to get his fingers on your clit. He circled the sensitive bundle, matching your cadence.Â
You saw stars when you came.
Jamie spilled into you milliseconds after, spurred on by your teeth digging into the space where his throat became shoulder and the way you tightened around him.
âI have a question,â you said once it was all over, when you were sandwiched between two warm, lax bodies, two arms thrown over your waist. You turned your head towards Trevor. âWho called you?â
Trevorâs eyes shifted to Jamie on the other side of you. He stifled a laugh poorly.
Your head whipped around. âYou?â
Jamie blushed to the roots of his hair. âHad to get him away somehow. I wanted to make a move.â
âBy the time I realized he had pocket-dialed and played it off, heâd already got you dancing. He couldnât let me have you,â Trevor whined in that fond voice of his, reaching out to slap Jamieâs bare hip. âBitter I had you interested first.â
âThatâs not true. I wasnât bitter,â Jamie combatted, both flustered and cross with Trevor all at once. He returned Trevorâs slap with a punch of his own.
âBoys, boys, stop flirting,â you interrupted, placing a hand on each of their arms before it could escalate further. âYou both got me. If youâre lucky, in the morning, youâll get to have round two.â
That quieted them. Trevor snuggled in close and Jamie laid a kiss on your forehead before tucking his nose against your collarbone.Â
Trevorâs fingers pet your hips soothingly until they stilled, and thatâs how you knew he had fallen asleep. Jamie took a deep breath and joined him with one last kiss to the curve of your breast.
thinkin about trevor just yappin constantly!! like this man does not shut up ever (affectionately)
you're lying on the couch, half scrolling through your phone, half listening to whatever story trevor's been telling since he walked in the door post practice.
ââŚso then I told him, I was like, dude, thereâs no way you actually thought that was gonna work,â trevor says, gesturing wildly with both hands.
you hum absentmindedly, not even sure what part of the story he's on anymore.
âand then jamie looks at me, right? and Iâm thinkingâokay wait no actually before thatâbecause this part mattersââ
you glance up slowly.
"trevor."
he pauses mid-sentence. âyeah?â
ââŚwhat are you even talking about?â
âthe play from practice earlier,â he says, as if that clears everything up.
âyou started this story about a dog you saw this morning.â
he blinks, like he can't recall what exactly he was on about, head tilting in confusion.
âoh, right. okay, yeah," he tries again, pacing a couple steps across the living room, âiâm leaving the coffee place this morning and this dog just bolts across the street out of nowhere.â
you raise an eyebrow.
âlike, i'm talkin' full sprint,â he says, mimicking the motion with his hands. âand iâm standing there thinking iâm about to watch the worst thing ever happen because thereâs cars everywhere.â
you nod, stifling a smile.
âbut then this guy runs out of the cafĂŠ yelling the dogâs name,â trevor continues.
âand?â
"the dog's name was meatball."
thereâs a beat of silence.
then,
âbut it reminded me of practice because jamie tried this move and I swear the puck popped up just like that dogâ"
"trevor!" you groan, burying your face in the nearest pillow.
my girlfriend has been spotted in her natural habitat.
featuring ⏊⤠trevor zegras x female baker!reader
genre ⏊⤠fluff / smau
⏊⤠trevor zegras masterlist
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strawberry.ynn where I feel most at home â¤ď¸ trevorzegras
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ybfnislovely THIS IS SO YOU
âł prettyybfn baker queen fr
âł strawberry.ynn I love you guys đ
jackhughes YOU BAKED AND DIDNT SAVE US SOME
âł strawberry.ynn next time devils play the flyers Iâll bring you and the whole team some cookies, okay?
âł jackhughes fine
_quinnhughes Zegras going soft?
âł strawberry.ynn only a bit
owentippett waiting for my box of cookiesâŚ
âł strawberry.ynn only if taylorvjackson comes over đ
âł taylorvjackson omw!
oliviamuhren i need to try theseeeee
âł strawberry.ynn babes come overrrrr
ymn.yln oh honey they came out so beautiful
âł strawberry.ynn thanks mama, learned from the best đŤśđź
taramireskandari is this why Jamie came home covered in flour and had jam on his face?
âł trevorzegras noooo of course not, wasnât usâŚ
âł strawberry.ynn heâs right it wasnât US it was just him⌠Iâm innocent đ
sanheim17 so what? Z, Yorkie and Jimmy get some cookies and the rest of us donât?
âł strawberry.ynn thatâs cause Jamie and Cam are attached to Trevor like baby ducks and they were at our apartment
âł cam.york we are NOT attached to Trevor
âł samuelersson wellâŚ. You are tho
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trevorzegras BREAKING NEWS: my girlfriend has been spotted in her natural habitat. strawberry.ynn jamiedrysdale cam.york
flyers0bsessed ZEGRASâS GIRL IS A BAKER?
âł strawberry.ynn yes she is đ¤
âł jackhughes did you just talk about yourself in third person?
âł strawberry.ynn yes i did, problem?
âł jackhughes noâŚ..
lhughes.06 Iâm surprised you idiots didnât burn the apartment down
âł strawberry.ynn luke warren be nice!
noahcates11 so⌠did you guys ditch her to build legos?
âł jamiedrysdale she kicked us out of the kitchen
âł mattrempe how does one get kicked out of a kitchen
âł strawberry.ynn well Matthew, it happens when: one idiot tries to grab the hot pan with his bare hands (cam.york), when the second idiot overfills TWENTY heart with jam (trevorzegras) and the third guy gets kicked out because heâs associated with the two idiots (jamiedrysdale)
âł bobbybrink_ so jimmy gets kicked out through association
âł strawberry.ynn yes.
_quinnhughes awe Z is in his baking era
âł trevorzegras shut it Quintin
grittynhl waiting for my plate
âł strawberry.ynn anything for my favorite mascot
âł njdevil00 âŚ
âł louiestlblues âŚ
âł wildwingana đĽş
strawberry.ynn I love you, but you are DEFINITELY NOT baking with me again
âł trevorzegras fair enoughâŚ
âł cam.york am i welcomed back?
âł strawberry.ynn the only one welcome back in my kitchen when Iâm baking is Jamie
âł _quinnhughes allowing your boyfriendâs boyfriend in the kitchen but not your boyfriend is hilarious
[ warnings: swearing, bad use of your and youâre (Iâm to lazy to go back and fix it), probably bad language translation, mentions of sexual acts, mentions of Alex goals last night 01/07/26, mentions of Jamie getting hit 01/06/26 (đ fuck the ducks) ]
warnings: unprotected p in v, references to creampies, somewhat ambiguous relationship, restaurant-au, trevor-zegras-being-a-quiet-person-au
pairing: line cook!trevor zegras x bartender!fem!reader
wc: 3,940
did something new and only used lowercase. not sure if that'll stick around. we'll see!
his hair is in a bun today, knotted up on the back of his head haphazardly. the spatula in his hand clangs against the counter in front of him as he flips the handle and catches it again. heâs whistling a tune as he works, earbuds snugly tucked in place. heâs been up since five, before the sun even graced the sky. the space behind your earlobe tingles and you bite back a smile.
âgood morning,â you sing, swinging your purse off your shoulder and onto a barstool. you wiggle your fingers at him, feeling pleased when he glances up at you and lifts his chin in recognition. his hands are busy dicing onions so he canât wave back, but you donât mind. you donât need attention. itâs enough to feel his presence in the room. you feel him like a gravitational pull, aware of his body in proximity to yours at all times. you could find him with your eyes closed.
you walk to the back closet and stash your coat and bag among the shelves. theyâre packed to the brim, but you manage to get some primo real estate by the dinner menus. you squeeze into the tiny space where the computer, which hasnât been replaced since â07, lives. trevor left you the legal pad with the specials, as always. you have to decipher his chicken scratch, but you manage to decode his shorthand. you print out a prototype and wave the paper to dry the ink, shuffling out of the closet and rounding the bar.Â
âcan you check this for me?â you ask sweetly, brushing past him and setting the thin paper within his eyesight but out of his way.
you receive a hum in reply.Â
you count the money in the drawer and the safe, mentally checking that off your opening checklist. you fall into a normal routine after that, mindlessly completing your work. time passes and the other girls arrive, tying aprons around their waists and tying back their hair and brewing coffee. laughter starts to fill the restaurant, an easy air settling in as the morning wakes.Â
at some point, trevor finishes his prep and chooses a booth in the back to occupy. he sits with his back against the wall and his knees up, fingers loosely gripping his phone and forearms resting on his kneecaps.Â
you pay him no mind, cutting extra lemons and limes for garnishes. You restock the champagne and the vodka and the beer, cleaning pitchers in the dish washer and putting them away once you wipe them dry with the rag looped through your belt. the water burns your hands, but it feels nice in the winter chill. the wind comes rushing through the front door with each customer that opens it.Â
you take orders and make drinks, moving through the space behind the bar like you own it. youâve always felt comfortable in a fast-paced environment, when you can turn your brain off and run on autopilot. itâs like a trance. the restaurant is pleasantly busy and you walk back and forth, from seating people while the host is busy running food to clearing plates between printing checks. you smile pleasantly at the regulars and turn on your customer service voice, the bubbly version of yourself that jokes and flirts and smiles privately with strangers you may never see again. you love working at the restaurant.
ârunner!â trevorâs voice booms through the restaurant and is accompanied by a clattering plate. the high school girl who runs food on saturday mornings doesnât get in until eleven, when the service really starts to pick up.
you wipe your hands off and take the short way around to the counter. âbehind,â you murmur.Â
trevor crowds his workspace to allow you to squeeze by.Â
you read the ticket and organize the food to the best of your ability. trevorâs system is chaos, rushing everything out of the kitchen as soon as he can. some tickets are half-fulfilled and you try to narrow down which one heâs talking about.
âB4,â he tells you, gesturing with his tongs.Â
you nod wordlessly and start stacking plates on your arms. two plates on your left, a side plate of bacon stacked between those two, and one large plate in your right hand. you turn carefully and navigate around tables and customers, ducking out of the way where you can so no one bumps into you. you drop the food off and head back behind the bar, tossing a few gizmos and gadgets into the sanitizer bucket to get them nice and sterile for the next drink youâll mix.
two guys sit down at the far end of the bar, so you gather your check book and shove it in your back pocket. you like the jeans youâre wearing todayâ theyâre dark wash denim and low-waisted, flared at the base. they fit perfectly.
a sweet smile curves your lips as you greet the customers. âhey guys,â you say. âhow are youse doinâ?â
ânot too bad,â one of them replies. âyourself?â
âoh, not too bad,â you parrot back, mirroring them. âjust working.â
they laugh at that and you wait for it to naturally die down. âwhat can i get you to drink?â
âa michelob,â the first guy says. the second one mumbles his words and you tilt your head slightly.Â
âiâm sorry?â you ask, leaning over the edge of the counter so you can hear him better. trevorâs a foot from you, chopping at the eggs on his cooktop to scramble them for a breakfast bowl. you know he looks. you can feel the back of your shirt rising up, your skin peeking out at trevor, and heâs always been unable to resist stealing a glance.Â
âa hazy,â the guy tells you, pointing at the tap beside you like youâre the idiot.Â
âyeah, iâll get that started,â you promise. you have to run a check first, but then youâll pour their beer.Â
the shift slips along regularly, and you make every excuse to wander into trevorâs space as possible. he never removes his headphones. he barks at the boys in the back when theyâre too slow on the burgers and the fried stuff. jim flips steaks and seafood and cam works on the other shit, bouncing back and forth between the kitchen and the dry storage, prepping for the afternoon shift. you talk to the dishwasher and roll silverware. you steal a miscellaneous pancake that doesnât belong to any specific order and wolf it down in the back closet, chewing furiously because you know you probably wonât get another second to yourself until your shift ends.
your tips start to stack up. people tip tens and twenties on bills barely double that. something about the season has them feeling generous. you appreciate it for sureâ this money is going toward your heating bill. the cocoon of blankets on your bed is getting stuffy, especially with the extra heat you had burning against you all night.Â
the restaurant slows around two, with more customers leaving than coming in. with five booths, four tables, and most of the bar empty, you take the chance to stack up on dishes. itâs like your morning routine again. you make a list of beer to grab from the beer cooler, checking and double checking it multiple times and whispering to yourself as you stack items in the crate you brought with you. you check the taps and replace the dr. pepper in the back of the fountain, your least favorite job of all bar responsibilities. it takes forever and your hands feel gross and sticky.Â
you wash your hands in the little sink, scalding them with heat and then drying them on a fresh rag. you inhale deeply and grin at the customers who chose to sit directly over your soda machine, who watched you struggle with the line for the last five minutes. âletâs see if it worked, shall we?â you ask rhetorically, grabbing a cup and filling it with a good chug of the beverage. you drink it like a shot and smack your lips. âperfect.â
the lady, who could be your momâs age, engages with your antics. the husband is on his phone, having already ordered their food, but you can tell that this lady is itching for someone to chat with about anything. itâs not that she couldnât talk to her husband, but she talks to him every day. itâs nothing new.Â
itâs the opposite of a stroke of luck that trevor decides to hover behind you at the same exact time she opens her mouth to gab with you.
his fingertips press insistently against your lower back, ear poised by your ear like it was this morning. you sense him start to speak, but snap his mouth shut when you lift a finger slightly to placate him.
âitâs better than changing a keg, though, isnât it?â she asks you eagerly, like an inside joke has forged a bond between you already.Â
âat least with the keg iâm not on my hands and knees,â you reply. âthese are new jeans, you know.â
âoh, i like them!â she exclaims. âwhere did you get them?â
âbelieve it or not, tj maxx,â you reply. âon clearance.â
she gapes at you and you nod.Â
trevorâs fingers prod you. you lean into his touch and turn your head toward him only a centimeter. itâs enough to encourage him to speak. youâre still giving the woman in front of you your full attention, continuing the conversation about shoppingâ because itâs a safe topic, everyone has a shopping story leftover from the past holiday seasonâ but youâre listening to trevor. youâd hear his low request over anything.
âmake me a bourbon and brown,â trevor says under his breath. he parts from you immediately after delivering his command, going back to his work.Â
you nod once to confirm and start to move like habit, never breaking your focus on the people youâre serving. in a plastic red soda cup, you mix trevorâs favorite local bourbon with the sam adams ale on tap. the request means heâs almost done for the day. it means youâre almost done with the day, too, and suddenly you register how much your feet hurt. youâre ready to go home and lay on your couch for hours. youâll need to order something to eat before you leave because thereâs no way you want to cook after being on your feet for ten hours.
when you place the drink in front of him, you lay your hand flat on the delicate swoop of his lower back. âwill you make me some food tonight before you go? i donât feel like cooking.â
trevorâs lips curl into a smile. âbig plans?â
âlaundry.â
âmm.â
âi keep finding more and more clothes at my place. i donât know where they come from.â
âno?â
âno idea.â you blink innocently at trevor, holding back a giggle.Â
he huffs out a quiet laugh and the toast pops up behind both of you, suspending the flirtatious moment and bringing you back into your place of work. trevor breaks away from your touch to grab it and you duck under his arm. your light touch sweeps over his ribs as you move, exiting the restaurant through the kitchen.Â
one of your first shift change tasks is to restock the beer cooler. thatâs where youâre headed now. you walk with a one-track mind, yanking the door open and catching a brief, cold breeze before a larger body pushes you into the shed ahead of them. his finger catches the back pocket of your jeans and spins you to face him, then your back hits the wall of the beer cooler.
âyou knew what you were doing,â trevor breathes out, looking down at you. his hands are above your head, elbows bracketing your skull, and he leans in close. âtouching me like that.â
you melt under his gaze, fluttering your lashes and biting your lip. your cold fingertips go to the waistband of his jeans. they dip beneath the denim and curl, bringing him closerâ bringing his pelvis to yours. âi donât know what youâre talking about.â
trevor mulls your words over, tonguing at the inside of his cheek. his eyes go to your lips and you tilt your chin up imperceptibly. you accept him before he even decides to move forward⌠and he laughs. itâs quick, a triumphant âhaâ that you forget as soon as he does lean in, his mouth sealing onto yours. one of his hands cups your jaw and his tongue darts out, catching your lip. he sucks your lip into his mouth, then lets go and kisses you again. he dives in from a new angle each time and the kisses start to grow hungrier and hungrier.Â
you fist his t-shirt and whimper into his mouth, need bleeding from you openly now that youâre alone and heâs on you. this game you play always ends like this. always. youâre too easy for trevor, too quick to show off and tease him until you get what you want from him. what you need.Â
and heâs too quick to give it.
âtrying to take my clothes off, baby?â trevor asks. âand you wonder where all that extra laundry comes from.â
âyou could take them with you when you go,â you reply. âyou donât have to leave them behind.â
âthey look too good on you to take off,â trevor says. he kisses you between sentences, each entanglement long and full of passion. âplus, if i take âem offâŚâ
âoh, theyâll never go back on,â you laugh. âweâd never get anything done.â
âi barely get anything done when youâre on bar anyway,â trevor says. âmessed up three platters while those guys were sitting on my end and you kept bending over the counter to talk to them.â
âyou liked that?â
âyouâre a fucking tease,â trevor growls, his hands kneading your behind after slipping beneath the fabric of your pants. âi never have this problem when youâre serving.â
you moan and arch into him. the single light in the beer cooler is behind trevorâs head from this angle, shining around him like an eclipse. his wispy baby hairs have started curling around his face from the steam of the kitchen.Â
âand what you said to that lady,â trevor continues. he pops the button on your jeans and pushes your panties down with them, halting at your knees. âi thought you liked being on your hands and knees. you seemed to like it last night.â
youâre guided around, face pressed into the cool wall behind you. itâs hard to stay balanced with your pants around your legs, but trevor holds you steady. he touches your side and bends you over a keg, the stainless steel biting into your skin like a sheet of ice.
âtrevor,â you chastise out of surprise, looking down and shifting out of discomfort.
he holds you in place. âstay right here, baby,â he commands in a strong voice. you freeze in place under him, relenting to trevorâs desire once again. âstay still for me.â
you hear his zipper as it opens, the rustle of his pants as they loosen and hit the ground. you hear him fit his hand around his cock and pump it. his tip punctures your hole and eases into you. trevorâs breath leaves him and washes out over your shoulder, his lips coming down to linger on your neck.
trevor grunts yearningly, appreciatively, as your gummy walls welcome him in. âyouâre fucking tight,â he observes. âalways tight. swear i fuck you every night and you keep getting tighter.â
âcomplaining?â
ânah,â trevor brushes off, a hand coming to your shoulder. his fingers curl over the edge of your body and brace you against him as his hips start to drive forward. âfeels good, baby.â his head dips, you feel it happen, and his gaze falls to the place where his cock disappears into your cunt. âfuck, feels so good.â
his tip nudges your g-spot and you gasp. âtrevor,â you rasp, voice breaking. your body bounce back at trevor, ass jiggling with each hard smack of his abdomen to your glutes. he grips your hip, fingertips digging into your skin and leaving behind bruises.
âthatâs right, say my name,â trevor praises. âwhoâs making you feel good, honey?â
âyou are, fuck,â you keen. your hands come to rest on the wall in front of you, crossing over each other and making a pillow for your forehead to rest on. the steel walls have little stars all over them, raised and pushing against your delicate skin, leaving marks along your forearms that you canât cover up in your short-sleeve shirt when you return to the restaurant.
after all, thatâs trevorâs prerogative. youâve never said that youâre his, never made it explicitly known to your coworkers or friends, but there have been enough coincidences to put the pieces together by now.
âmy name?â trevor prompts. âwant you to say my name. moan it.â
âsomeone will hear, itâs not soundproofââ
trevor snaps his hips. he brings his hand down on your ass, the slap rebounding off the walls of the chilly room.Â
âah, trevor,â you whine, holding back. he pounds into you with fervor, forcing the noises out of you. itâs like you canât help it, even though youâre trying to be quiet, not with the thrusts that penetrate you so deeply.Â
âlouder,â he says. âyâcanât tease me all day and expect to get away with it. louder. whoâs making you feel good?â
âyou are, oh my god, trevor,â you reply. your voice has raised to a higher pitch, but itâs not loud enough for trevor. his hips move faster, harder, driving into you with everything he has.Â
âlouder,â trevor commands again, his voice nearly a growl.Â
thereâs a coil in your stomach and, suddenly, a duet of long fingers circling your clit. they crawled over your hip and fell into place at the apex of your cunt, trevorâs solid forearm lingering across your body and pulling you back into him with each push of his hips. you can smell his natural musk. it envelops you like the hug of his body on top of you, and your voice breaks on a moan.Â
âtrevor, oh, fuck, oh, yes,â you cry out, lifting your head and looking over your shoulder. âplease, trevor, please.â
he smirks softly and leans forward, kissing your cheek before he makes his way to your lips. âsweet girl,â he whispers. his lips brush yours twice, small pecks smacking between you. âgonna come on my cock? make a mess in the beer fridge and go back out there, talk to your customers and the other girls like nothing happened?â
âmaybe,â you breathe out. âif you keep touching me like that.â
trevor hums, a light laugh. âhow about i fill you up?â he asks. âwill that do anything for you?â
you scoff and lay your head on your arms again, rolling your hips. âyou canât, i canât have your cum dripping out of me at work. at home?â
âwanna come in you here,â trevor complains wantonly, his hips stuttering. ââm so close, baby, please let me?â
âme first,â you tell him. trevor pants into your mouth and rubs your clit frantically, groaning when you clench down on him. âbackshots.â
âgood compromise,â you laugh breathily. his fingers pet your clit just right and his tip hits your sweet spot at the same time, jolting you closer to your climax. the pit in your stomach is brewing, bubbling with anticipation and intense desire, like an overflowing pot you left unattended for a minute too long. âeasier to wipe off.â
âno, my babies,â trevor drawls. his voice is so thick and drunk on pleasure that you donât know if heâs aware of what heâs saying, as if his thick ropes of sperm would actually produce a being for each swimmer he releases into you. âdonât wipe away my babies.â
you canât do anything but laugh, your chest lurching with the force of your exclamation. your legs have started to shake, with trevor hitting your insides perfectly with each thrust, and youâve slipped down the wall slightly so he can hit you deeper. midway through a cackle, the tense spiral of your orgasm breaks and your noise transforms into a long moan, a low wail complementing the wet splats between your bodies.Â
âtrevor, trevââ you plead, rising up on your tiptoes as your pleasure starts to turn into overstimulation, aftershocks zipping through your body.
âshh, âs okay, you did so good,â trevor murmurs. he drags his hand down your spine and balls your shirt up, revealing the curve of your lower back. his other hand leaves your hip and comes to the base of his cock, already pumping the hard length as he draws it from your weeping hole. âsuch a good girl. i got you, baby.â
you rest your forehead against your arms and try to catch your breath. soft whimpers leave you involuntarily, your cunt fluttering from emptiness. you hear trevor spit in his hand and you whine, biting down on your thumb to quiet yourself. itâs hot, even in the cold refrigerator where youâre located, and you can barely keep yourself together.Â
trevorâs hand is quick as it passes along his cock, his short puffs of breath sounding in time with the slick movements. âalmost,â trevor promises. his hand leaves his cock and it runs through your folds, gathering wetness to use as lubricant. ââm almost there, babe.â
âplease,â you whisper. itâs hard to find another word for him, not when youâre spent like this.
trevorâs lips find the smooth skin behind your ear. âalmost,â he says again, quieter this time. itâs a pledge. he resumes his self-pleasure, tip knocking against the small of your back gently as he moves. âbeautiful,â he adds. âso beautiful.â
it isnât long before you feel spurts of come rain over your lower back, clinging to your skin the way you wish you were clinging to trevor rather than facing away from him. you hum under your breath as trevor gasps and groans, consumed by the release that conquers him.Â
the clicking of his hand over his cock slows until he releases the appendage altogether, tucking it back into his pants before grabbing your bar rag from where it was hung through your belt loops. trevor uses the rag to clean you up, carefully wiping away each strip of cum, but not before he gathers some on his finger and brings it to your mouth.Â
you take his offering sweetly, sucking his finger clean while he finishes wiping you down. itâs comforting to suck on something in this state and trevor knows thatâ itâs why he offers you his fingers every time.
âhow about i do the laundry tonight, hm?â trevor offers, dropping effortlessly to his knees and pulling your panties and jeans back into place. he kisses the back of your thigh before your skin disappears beneath the denim, then spins you around to face him. your fingers end up brushing through the wild strands of hair that fell from his man-bun and you smile softly. âyou can be cozy in bed instead.â
âyouâll make me dinner too?â
trevor smiles. âiâm already making you lunch.â
a pout appears on your lips.
he folds. trevor rises to his full height and presses a kiss to your forehead, then wraps his strong arms around your shoulders in a hug. âyeah, baby, iâll make you dinner,â he says into your hair. âwhatever you want.â