#bf!trevor

he chuckled, hips grinding deeper, the sudden restriction making everything more intense. “god, that’s it. i knew you’d like this.” his thrusts grew harder, the headboard banging against the wall in rhythm with your muffled moans.

his free hand trailed down your stomach, teasing and dragging over the sensitive bundle between your legs until you were keening against his arm. “look at you,” he groaned, tightening the headlock just a little as your body arched helplessly. “squirming—shit soaking, all because i decided to hold you like this.”

you clawed at his forearm, not pushing away, more like clinging or grounding yourself against the way he wrecked you. “say it,” trevor demanded, voice breaking with need. “say you like me fucking you like this.”

“i— i love it,” you gasped, every word trembling. “fuck, trev, love it when you use me.” his grin was wicked. “good girl.” he buried himself deeper, relentless, the pressure of his arm and the rhythm of his hips pushing you closer to the edge.

his grip stayed locked around your throat, every thrust shoving you tighter against his chest, every movement pulling another broken sound from your lips. “that’s it, baby,” trevor rasped, forehead pressed to the back of your head, “let me hear you.”

your body trembled, heat coiling low in your stomach, his free hand working you in quick, desperate circles as he drove into you harder and faster. the pressure, the rhythm, the way he owned every part of you, it was too much, and you clung to his arm like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“trev, i—” your voice cracked, high and frantic. he groaned, arm flexing tighter around your throat, a new kind of darkness in his voice. “cum for me. yeah, give it to me.”

that’s when you felt it. your climax hit sharp and overwhelming, your body spasming against his, eyes rolling back as a choked cry tore from your throat. your walls clenched tight around him, pulling him deeper, harder, until he was unraveling too.

“fuck—” trevor’s curse broke as his rhythm faltered, hips slamming forward once, twice more before he spilled inside you with a guttural groan, holding you locked in place as though he’d never let you go.

you both stayed there, tangled and shaking, his arm finally loosening just enough for you to gulp in air. he pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple, sweat damp on his lips, whispering. “jesus, baby. you almost killed me.”

you laughed weakly, still breathless, tilting your head back against his shoulder, wanting to feel him close. “worth it?” he smirked, lips brushing your ear. “so fucking worth it.”