Trevor Evarts x f!Reader NSFW 18+ MDNI!!!
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Just Like Heaven
Warnings: drinking, spanking, oral f!receiving, trevor is a munch but we knew that, p in v!sex, multiple orgasms
Genre: Friends to lovers, smut
He laughed so hard he couldn’t keep his eyes open. He was purely in the moment, joyful, laughing at something you were saying. You never felt as special as when you were making Trevor laugh.
Especially since you thought he was so funny yourself; I mean, you both had to be, considering your jobs in the comedy field, but Trevor was something else. He had a certain who-knows-what about him that you couldn’t place. Maybe it was because he was also so good-hearted, so whimsical, so wholesome and sweet. Maybe it was because he was so completely fucking gorgeous it made your knees shake when you locked eyes, even from across the room.
You let out a weak smile, lifting your hand to offer him a small wave. He waved back, his sweater sleeve sliding down his wrist. You could tell he’d been working out and looked away before he saw you blushing.
Parties weren’t your typical scene, but your friends invited you and you were bored at home and you hadn’t seen your friend group in a while. The drinks in your system were minimal but enough to make you warm. You prayed for a little extra confidence to achieve your goal for the night:
You were going to make out with Trevor.
The flirty routine you shared wasn’t lost on anyone around. It was clear you had tension between you and chemistry that flowed easily, but the physical barrier had yet to be broken. It was clear you were interested in each other, but both just a little too shy to make the first real move.
You finally settled on the couch, cushions reeking of weed smoke and spilled vodka lemonades, reaching into your pocket to check your phone.
You had a text.
Trevor: Having any fun?
You glanced back, seeing him grinning at his phone and leaning against the wall. Sinking lower into the couch, you looked around, hoping to find something to point out to make your response more interesting.
It was difficult, though. Nothing was as exciting to you as the boy standing against the wall behind you, and in that moment you could only think of being close to him. So many memories of standing close enough to feel his body heat, looking up to meet his eyes, putting his arm around you for a photo, gentle hugs as greetings and goodbyes. You needed more. And you knew he felt it, too.
Standing up, you spun around and walked straight towards him. He looked up from his phone, slipping it into his pocket quickly and standing up straighter to greet you.
“Hi,” He said, smiling a little. You smiled back, nodding for him to follow you to the kitchen. He did, and the two of you started making drinks. “You seemed bored over there.”
“You seemed busy, I didn’t wanna interrupt.” You said, quickly glancing at him.
He seemed a little sheepish. “You were waiting to talk to me?” Your face was so warm, you had to sip your drink just to cool it down. You looked back up at him and nodded. He took a drink as well before leaning against the table on his hip. He was staring at the floor shyly, fingers flicking at the rim of his cup. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
You’ve been keeping me waiting for months, you thought, but didn’t say anything. Instead, you lifted your head, listening to the song by The Cure playing overhead. “I love this song,” You said to no one in particular, praying he’d just take the bait and dance with you already. You swayed your hips a little, staring into your cup nonchalantly.
“I do too,” He agreed, looking down at you. He was so tall. “Come here.” He finally said, reaching for your hand. You couldn’t help but smile and take his hand, letting him lead you out to where everyone else was dancing.
Neither of you were necessarily the best dancers, but it was fun just being with him. You couldn’t help but show off your body a little, knowing you wore these jeans for a reason, just for him to see.
After only a minute, you realized how much closer you’d gotten to him, instinctively grabbing his hands and setting them on your waist. He was a little awkward at first but quickly fell in rhythm with you, sliding his hands down your to your hips and pulling you closer as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Feeling him so close to you, finally, was better than you imagined; His stubble brushing against your face and neck as he leaned in close, his hands wrapping around your waist, pressing your body against his so tightly as if he was scared you’d disappear entirely if he let go. As the song ended you finally lifted your heads to look at each other, slightly out of breath, and he quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into the hallway, away from everyone else.
The hall was far from private, but at least it was quieter and more empty. Trevor pressed you against the wall, gripping your hips hard and still almost breathless.
“Please,” Was all you could utter, staring up at him, gripping his forearms and willing him to get closer. And suddenly, in the complete opposite fashion to what you’d been used to with him, so quickly did he wrap his arms around your waist and pull you up towards him in a kiss. You threw your arms around his neck for better reach and support, on your tiptoes pulling him close. You parted your lips and let him lick into your mouth, soft but intense, writhing your fingers into his hair and pulling slightly as he let a hand slide down your lower back. You nodded slightly as an okay and he slid his hand up the back of your thigh, squeezing the plush of your ass and sighing softly into your mouth. You couldn’t help but let out the same sound, letting your head fall back as he leaned in to kiss your neck.
“Can we go somewhere else?” He mumbled against your neck, lifting his head again to look at you. You nodded, face flushed and breathless, grabbing his sleeve instinctively. Now that you’d finally crossed into the physical territory, you never ever wanted to go back. He slipped his hand into yours and interlocked your fingers, pulling you after him as he started walking. You had to use a little bit of speed to keep up with his long legs, but you didn’t mind walking fast, wanting to get wherever he was going as soon as possible.
You finally got outside and the night air was cold, bringing a chill to your bare arms. He noticed right away, pulling you close to his side by your hand.
“Are you cold?” He asked as the two of you started walking. His voice was soft, as if he felt like he owed you softness after the intensity in the hallway. He didn’t wait for your answer, just stopped and pulled his sweater off, leaving himself in just a white t-shirt, smiling softly as he helped you put it on. You stared up at him lovingly as he rolled up the sleeves for you, slipping his hand back in yours as you continued to walk.
The night was so quiet in comparison to the party, just the sounds of your footsteps and the nocturnal animals skittering around behind the houses, the streetlamps flickering on and off as the two of you passed. You walked in the center of the road, long shadows following your every step. Every so often, he squeezed your hand gently, like he was making sure you were still there. It seemed like you were both terrified of this ending now that it’d finally started.
Trevor’s apartment building wasn’t far from the party, but the five minute walk felt all too long and all too short at the same time. You couldn’t wait to get inside, but you could have stayed in that moment with him forever.
When you walked inside, the first thing you noticed was the smell. You’d never been inside Trevor’s place before, but it smelled like he always did, like laundry detergent and cologne. You kicked off your shoes and looked up to him again, hoping he’d kiss you again soon.
“Do you need anything?” He asked you, a little quiet and nervous. You wanted so badly to make him feel comfortable, but you felt nervous, too.
You stepped closer, taking his hands. “I’m okay,” You whispered back, looking down at your feet. Hanging out alone with him had never felt like this before. Of course you’d been nervous in the past when it was just the two of you, but the tension had grown so much stronger. “Maybe we can watch a movie or something to relax.”
He nodded, “Yeah, I feel a little nervous. We can just go to my room,” He admitted, nodding down the hall. You followed him to his room, sitting down on his bed against the wall after setting up the pillows. You got comfortable together, still holding hands as he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. The two of you sat and watched a random horror on Netflix, but it didn’t take long for Trevor to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You leaned in close and lifted your head, peppering his jawline with kisses, the nerves dissipating. He looked down at you, gently meeting your lips again and kissing you softly. The two of you kissed for a long time, just getting used to each other, his hand holding your waist and massaging your hip. “I don’t want this to end.” He mumbled against your mouth.
“Don’t end it then,” You replied, running your tongue across his bottom lip before he stuck his tongue in your mouth, squeezing your hip and pulling your body against his. You reached up to grab his face, holding his jawline and wrapping a leg around his, half on top of him. He held you close to him, sliding his hands down your back and back onto your ass, squeezing gently. You rotated your hips, grinding against his thigh and letting out a small moan as he gripped harder, sighing in your mouth with a slight grin.
“Does that feel good?” He asked softly, still testing the waters. You nodded as he pulled away, glancing between your eyes and your lips. “Can I do something?”
You nodded, a little confused until he pushed you onto your back, crawling over you. He kissed your neck, licking along your collarbones before gently starting to pull his sweater off of you. You sat up and let him pull it off, letting him pull your shirt underneath off as well. He left kisses across your chest, still gripping your hips, sucking on your breast and leaving marks on your skin.
He slowly moved lower, finally sitting up again to undo your jeans and start to pull them down. He stripped them off your legs, catching your ankle and leaving kisses all the way up your calf, eventually reaching your inner thigh and leaving little bites. Leaning back down, he let your thighs fall over his shoulders, starting to gently lick at your panties. You were already wet from the grinding, and all his ministrations made it worse; You already felt like a mess in his hands.
“Trevor,” You whispered, pulling his hair gently as he pulled your panties to the side and softly kissed your clit. You moaned as he licked up your slit, finally burying his face in your cunt and tonguing your hole, squeezing your thighs and grabbing your ass. Unable to stop yourself, you moaned again, your head falling back as you closed your eyes and grinded your hips slightly. You couldn’t believe how long you’d waited for this. Why hadn’t you just made a move sooner?
“Does that feel good?” He muttered against your pussy, licking and sucking at your clit. You nodded, and he lifted his head. “Say it.”
“It feels really good, Trev,” You practically whined, “Please don’t stop, you’re really good at that.” He smiled slightly, spreading your pussy lips with his thumbs and tongue-fucking your hole.
“You taste so sweet,” He said as you buried your hands in his hair, grinding on his face desperately. The way you felt was almost embarrassing. You couldn’t control your shaky legs or the sounds coming out of your mouth, and you prayed he was enjoying this as much as you were.
You started to feel an orgasm coming on, moaning louder and moving your hips more, shaky as he held your hips down to keep you still. “Trevor, I’m gonna cum,” You breathed as he sat up on his knees, your legs wrapped around his head as he held you up with his face buried in your pussy. You were gripping the sheets, overstimulated as you came hard, almost in tears from the feeling. “Oh my God,” You whimpered as he licked up all your slick, moaning himself and squeezing your legs before turning you over and smacking your ass.
“Can I please fuck you?” He asked softly, massaging your ass before bending down and biting it. You gasped, not expecting this kind of behavior from someone who only two hours ago was waving at you shyly from across the room. But there were no complaints on your end. After the way he’d just made you feel, Trevor could do anything with you and you’d be satisfied. You could already tell this was going to become an addiction.
“Please,” You whimpered, shaking your butt a little as he lifted your hips. He licked at your pussy from behind, getting you even wetter. “I want you to fuck me.” You practically begged. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”
“So have I,” He replied, fitting his hands around your waist again, gently squeezing and turning you over so you could straddle him. “I think about you all the time.”
You blushed, leaning down to kiss him again, his strong arms wrapping around you tight. You knew he was interested in you, but you couldn’t have guessed that he seemed to like you as much as you liked him. You never wanted to leave his bed.
Trying not to break the kiss, you tugged on his t-shirt to make him take it off, going for his belt when he sat up slightly to pull his shirt off. Even after all this, you were still feeling intimidated. Trevor was clearly talented in more ways than one, but you may have been a little rusty. Once you’d met him at work, other people just didn’t do it for you; There were a couple small crushes and first dates here and there, but nobody you really clicked with. Trevor was unbelievably hot. There was no way he was as celibate as you were. And when you helped him pull his jeans and boxers off, you were intimidated all over again. You knew it was going to be big; I mean, look at him. You weren’t sure if you were ready for his size, but you were so feral for him at this point, it didn’t even matter. You needed him desperately.
After a minute of making out, you gently grabbed his cock, circling your hole with it until you started to put it in. You stared at each other, your hands on his chest and your eyes locked, as you slowly sank down onto his cock. You lost your breath as he bottomed out inside you, your head falling back as you let out another moan. He felt unbelievable. Once again, you just couldn’t understand why you’d waited this long — but maybe the buildup and the tension was making it even hotter.
“Oh my God,” He moaned, gripping your hips. “You feel so fucking good, holy fuck.” You looked back down at him, pressing your hands against his chest and starting to ride him. He helped guide your hips, moving you faster and staring back and forth between your eyes and your tits, sliding his hands up and grabbing them.
“Trev,” You whined, bouncing faster, scratching his chest lightly. And despite everything you’d been through up to now, you were embarrassed that you felt like you were getting closer to cumming a second time. How could someone make you feel this good? Sex had never been like this. “You’re gonna make me cum again,” You whined, closing your eyes, breathing heavily.
He grabbed your waist and flipped positions, laying you down and holding your hips while he started plowing into you, faster than before. You almost screamed, gasping and moaning loud, completely uncontrollable. He was moaning just as much, just as loudly, just as into it as you were, and him wanting you this bad somehow made everything even hotter.
“I want you to cum on my cock,” He told you, reaching down to rub his thumb in quick circles on your clit. You dug your nails into his back like you had to hold onto him or you’d ascend to heaven, your orgasm hitting you yet again. “Baby, oh my God, I can’t-“ He cut himself off when he pulled out quickly, cumming on your stomach and letting out a relieved groan, his head falling forward. The two of you were still breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath after such an intense workout. Your body felt like jello and you’d never felt better.
He laid over you for a moment, kissing your collarbones, and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him and lick his neck, tasting his sweat and kissing gently. After a second, he got up slowly, walking to the bathroom off his bedroom. He came back after a second with a damp towel, returning to wipe his cum off your stomach. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, still a bit breathless.
No one had ever asked you that after sex before; But you weren’t surprised at how thoughtful he was. Trevor was always like that, it’s one of the things you liked the most about him. He was so kind. The dichotomy of him ravaging your body and him being so gentle made him so much more special.
“Yeah, that was… Amazing. That was so…” You sighed, staring up at him and locking eyes. He smiled softly, reaching over to brush your hair off your face and hold your cheek gently. “Thank you.”
“Thank you, that was literally the best sex I’ve ever had,” He blushed and chuckled a little, looking down. “Thank you. I’ve basically dreamt of this since we met.”
Your face heated up. “You have no idea,” You grinned a little. “I’ve liked you for so long.” You admitted, slipping your hand in his. He squeezed, both your faces warm and shy despite knowing every part of each other by now.
After a few more minutes of pillow talk, Trevor gave you a comfy shirt of his and a pair of boxers to sleep in. It was sort of a given that you were gonna stay over, even without talking about it. He got dressed in a t-shirt and boxers as well, settling back into bed next to you. He looked down at you and lifted his arm, offering to put it around you, and you cuddled up against him with your head on his chest. You felt so happy. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this comfortable with someone.
“I think that maybe waiting so long wasn’t such a bad thing,” He wondered out loud, and you lifted your head to look at him again. “You make me feel, like, really safe. I trust you and stuff.” Your heart fluttered hearing that he felt the same way.
You nodded and grinned a little. “I feel the same. I think it also made it hotter.”
He chuckled, squeezing you closer. “Yeah, that was crazy. I was so nervous.”
“You didn’t seem nervous. I was nervous, I haven’t done that in… A long time.” You admitted, tracing little hearts on his torso with your fingertip. “I knew you were interested in me, I just didn’t know it was very mutual.”
“Y/n, I’ve basically been obsessed with you since we met. I thought you were just flirting with me for fun or something.”
You looked up at him again with your brows furrowed. “What? I’ve always liked you so much!”
He shrugged. “I guess I was just not as confident. There’s some things I’m insecure about, and I didn’t think someone like you would like me that much,” He opened up, looking back at you. You couldn’t imagine what Trevor could possibly be insecure about— You saw him as so perfect. You rested your head back on his chest, leaving kisses all over him, wrapping your arms around him tighter. “I feel special that you chose to do that with me. Even that you wanted to dance with me.”
You snorted. You couldn’t believe that all you prayed for at the beginning of the night was to kiss him. But still, your mind was wandering. Was this a one-time thing?
“Trev?” You mumbled.
He kissed your head, “Yeah?” He whispered back, lifting your chin to look into your eyes. You smiled softly, shy.
“Are we gonna do this again?”
“I would do this forever.”
