Late for practice
SUMMARY: Trevor is already dressed and almost out the door for practice when he can’t take it anymore. After failing to get himself off for nineteen long minutes, he wakes you up the only way he knows.
WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, morning sex / quickie, creampie, oral sex, mdni
Requested: Trevor Zegras + Morning quickie against the bedroom wall before he leaves
You were still deep under the covers when a warm hand slid under your sleep shirt and squeezed your breast, firm, deliberate, thumb brushing slowly over your nipple until it peaked under his touch.
You stirred with a soft sound, eyes fluttering open. “Trev…? What are you doing?”
Trevor was already dressed for practice: team hoodie, pants hanging low on his hips, except his pants were unbuttoned and shoved down just enough.
One hand was wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking slow and frustrated, the flushed head shiny and leaking against his fingers. His other hand stayed on your breast, squeezing again like he couldn’t stop himself.
He looked completely wrecked. Hair messy from sleep and frustration, jaw tight, eyes dark and almost glassy with that desperate, embarrassed need “Babe… please. I need you.”
You blinked up at him, still foggy. “What time is it—are you leaving already?”
“I was about to,” he admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. His hand never stopped moving over himself. “I tried. Nineteen minutes in the bathroom, jerked it every way I know how. Nothing. I’m so fucking hard it hurts and I can’t get there. I need your help. Please.”
You sat up a little, voice still rough with sleep. “You could’ve just woken me up sooner…”
“I didn’t want to bother you,” he murmured, but his eyes were already dragging down your body like he was starving. “But I can’t leave like this. I know what works. Wall baby. Get against the wall for me. Take your panties off. And show me your tits—please, I need to see them.”
You slid out of bed, still warm and soft from sleep, and pressed your back to the cool wall like he asked. The second your panties hit the floor and your breasts were bare, Trevor groaned like it punched the air out of him.
He stepped in close, cock still in his fist, the hot head smearing pre-cum against your stomach. You reached down and wrapped your fingers around him, stroking once, slow. “Baby… let me prep my pussy a bit first—”
But Trevor was already dropping to his knees. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, spread you open with both hands, and dragged his tongue through your folds in one long, hungry lick.
You gasped, fingers flying to his hair as he licked you properly, slow at first, then deeper, sucking lightly on your clit while his tongue worked you open and wet.
He only stayed there a short while, just enough to get you slick and trembling, before he stood again, mouth shiny, eyes almost black “Fuck, look at you,” he breathed. “Talk to me. Tell me it’s okay.”
“It’s okay,” you managed, still a little breathless from his mouth. “I’ve got you. Come here.”
That was all the permission he needed. He hooked your thigh higher, lined himself up, and thrust in hard, no teasing, no slow stretch. Just a deep, desperate slide that made both of you gasp.
You were slick from his tongue, but the wet sound of him pushing all the way in still filled the quiet room“God—yes—” he choked out, forehead dropping to yours for half a second.
Then he ducked lower, burying his face between your breasts, nuzzling and kissing the soft skin while his hips started moving. “You feel so fucking good—”
You moaned his name, the sound breaking out of you the second he bottomed out again. “Trevor—”
He groaned against your chest like the sound of his name wrecked him, and then he was fucking you properly. Harder and faster than he’d ever taken you before. The wall thumped softly with every snap of his hips.
One hand stayed gripping your thigh, holding you open; the other squeezed your breast while his face stayed pressed between them, breathing you in, mouth open and hot against your skin.
Every deep thrust dragged a fresh moan out of you “Trevor—fuck—your dick feels so good—”
His hand slid down from your breast, gripping your ass hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he hauled you onto every thrust.
The new angle let him drive even deeper, and you moaned his name louder, voice already shaky “Trevor—fuck me faster—please—”
He obeyed instantly, hips snapping harder, the wet slap of skin filling the room. His face stayed buried between your breasts, breath hot and damp, every desperate thrust pulling another broken sound from your throat.
“Missed this—needed this so bad—fuck, your pussy’s perfect—”
You kept talking through it, words tumbling out between soft, broken moans as he pounded into you. “That’s it… just like that. Use me. I can take it. You feel so thick like this… don’t hold back, baby—fuck me faster—”
Trevor’s rhythm got even more frantic. His breath was hot and damp between your breasts, hips slamming into yours with sharp, wet sounds that echoed in the quiet room.
Every thrust was deep and relentless, the kind of desperate pace that left you clutching at his shoulders and the back of his hoodie just to stay upright. Your back slid a little against the wall with how hard he was driving into you.
You moaned his name again, louder this time, and he answered with a wrecked little sound against your skin “Gonna come—shit, I’m already close—talk to me, please—”
“Come for me,” you whispered, nails scraping lightly down the back of his neck. “Fill me up. Come in my pussy. I’ve got you. Just let go. Give it to me, Trevor—fill me—”
That did it. He drove in deep one last time and spilled hard, a broken sound tearing out of his throat as he pulsed inside you. His hips kept stuttering through it, riding out every wave, face still buried between your breasts while he came.
For a few long seconds he just stayed there, breathing like he’d sprinted, still twitching as the last of it left him.
Then the apology came, soft and sincere even while he was still inside you.
“Sorry… that was selfish. I know. I just needed you so fucking bad.” He lifted his head just enough to kiss you once, messy and grateful. “This afternoon. When I get back. I’m gonna eat your pussy until you’re shaking and overstimulated and begging me to stop. Promise. Gonna make it up to you properly.”
He slipped free carefully, the second your foot touched the floor properly, your legs almost gave out. Your thighs were trembling from how hard and fast he’d fucked you, the ache deep and thorough.
You tried to take a step toward the bed and stumbled a little, catching yourself against the wall with a quiet, shaky breath, Trevor’s eyes widened. “Shit—hey. Come here.”
He didn’t let you walk. He scooped you up easily, one arm under your knees and the other around your back, and carried you the few steps to the bed.
He laid you down gently, still half-dressed and already late. Instead of pulling away right away, he nudged your thighs apart just enough and pressed a few soft, lingering kisses right against your pussy, slow and deliberate, like he couldn’t resist tasting you one more time.
You shivered, fingers curling into the sheets “Trev…” you murmured, voice still a little wrecked. “You’re gonna be late.”
He looked up at you with that same dark, guilty heat in his eyes, then climbed up over you and kissed you properly, slow and deep, tasting faintly of you. While he kissed you, his hands slid up and squeezed your breasts gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples.
You made a soft sound against his mouth and pulled back just enough to speak “Baby, don’t do that… you’re gonna get hard again.”
A small, guilty smile tugged at his mouth, but his eyes stayed worried as they searched your face. “You okay?” he asked against your lips, voice quieter. “I was… a little rough. Did I hurt you?”
You shook your head, still a little breathless, and reached up to cup his cheek. “I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. I promise.”
Relief flickered across his face. He kissed you once more, softer this time, then reluctantly pulled back, finally buttoning his pants and adjusting his hoodie. At the door he looked back one more time, eyes dark, voice still rough.
“I’ll be thinking about this all day.”
