#Trevor Zegras

[kawhh]

Anaheim Ducks vs Canucks April 5th | Trevor Zegras

[hughes-your-daddy]

summer

pairing: luke hughes x fem reader

summary: heading back to the lake house for summer you’ve been to since you were 5

“i’m so excited.” you smile across the centre console of the car, as luke drives through the streets, seeing the lake house ahead.

“i know, it’s gonna be nice just to relax. felt like it’s been a horrible season.” he sighs, gently squeezing the hand on your thigh, your hand drawing circles on top of his.

“you played great though, i bet next year will be the one.” you offer him a smile, as he pulls into the driveway.

“you think?” he asks, turning the car off and moving his body to face you.

“i know so.” you smile, seeing him let out a small laugh before he climbs out heading straight over to the trunk to grab your suitcases.

he pulls out the suitcases, dragging along both yours and his and walking up to the front door, seeing it still locked meaning yous were the first here. yous walk in dropping the bags at the door and heading through to the kitchen.

“house to ourselves?,” you ask with a smirk, luke pulling you in by the waist.

“mmh,” he hums pressing a kiss down to your lips, “i wanna take you out on the boat.” he smiles, fingers slipping under your jumper to rub circles on your hips.

“but the others will be here soon, then we won’t have another moment alone.” you whisper leaning back up to kiss him again.

“doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.” he smirks, pressing another kiss to the lips, before pulling away.

“come one baby,” he smiles walking away but not before smacking your ass, “gotta get changed.” he says already taking your suitcases up to his room.

you follow him up, quickly unzipping your suitcase on the bed and pulling out a red bikini, quickly changed before throwing one of luke’s t-shirts over top as a cover up.

“ready?” he asks, grabbing two towels.

you quickly slip some flip flops on and throw a book and some suncreen in your tote before turning to him smiling.

“yeh.” you smile, before the two of you head back down, locking up the house and walking out to the dock.

luke climbs on, laying down the two towels before he’s offering you a hand to help you on. you take it, carefully stepping on, sitting down on the small cushioned area.

luke starts up the boat, driving around the lake a bit. it’s not your first time on the boat obviously but when it’s just the two of you it feels special, like it’s the first time again. you smile, seeing the wind blowing through his curls, something really attractive about him driving.

he parks up the boat, just about pull off luke’s tshirt. he moves around to come over to you, as you lay back, flipping his entire body onto you.

“luke.” you giggle at the movement, his head resting comfortably on your chest.

“your comfy.” he says, as your able to see his eyes close under his sunglasses.

“at least pass me my book and sunscreen.” you say, the boy huffing out a laugh, before he’s up reaching over to grab your stuff.

he pulls out the sunscreen, kneeling next to you and motioning for you to sit up. you do so, turning away from him and hear the sunscreen cap open, him squeezing some onto his hand before rubbing it on your back.

he gently massages it across your shoulder bales, down the middle and over your shoulders, before pressing a small kiss to the bottom of your neck.

“there you go baby.” he says softly as you smile at him over your shoulder.

“need some?” you ask and he shakes his head, pulling his tshirt off.

“i already have some on don’t worry.” he flashes you a quick smile before you both move over to the loungers on the boat, settling down. you grab your book, starting to read while luke quickly falls asleep, soft snores filling the air around you.

after a while he rolls over onto his stomach, closer to you an arm draping across your stomach. you set down your book, letting your fingers take through his curls, him humming in delight.

you lay out for a couple of hours, drafting in between sleep and being awake, while luke just lays there completely knowles out the whole time.

“luke baby.” you gently tug his curls waking him up, “i think we better head back, it’s nearly 5.” you softly say, as he groans slowly pulling away from you.

“drive with me?” he asks, standing up and offering a hand. you smile, taking it as he leads you over to the drivers seat, sitting down before pulling you sideways into his lap, as he drives back to the house.

by the time you’re pulling back up, you notice more people hanging around the deck in the hot tub and one standing at the grill.

“looks like everyone’s here.” luke happily sighs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before parking up.

you slip luke’s t-shirt back over your bikini, sliding on your flip flops and grab your stuff before getting back onto the dock, following luke over to the others.

yous walk over seeing jack, trevor and cole handing around the hot tub and quinn standing over the grill.

“hey bro, hey y/n,” quinn calls out seeing yous walk over, the others joining in.

“hiya quinn.” you smile, giving him a side hug before moving over to jack as he quickly gets out the hot tub tackling you in a hug.

when you were younger, luke was really quiet and no matter you and luke being the same age he didn’t talk as much so, jack took you under his wing.

“when did you guys get here?” he asks, pulling away to sit back down.

“a couple hours ago.” you smile, slipping off you flip flops and sitting on the edge of the hot tub, just your feet and legs in the water. luke slips in beside you, arm resting across your legs.

“just took the boat out for a while, when did you guys get here?” luke asks, tracing circles on your knee.

“like an hour ago, we went straight to get some food shopping done.” trevor says, taking a sip of his beer.

“hey, i’m gonna shower, get changed i think.” you says, stepping out the hot tub and giving luke a quick kiss before heading inside up to his room.

you quickly strip off of luke’s tshirt and your bikini before stepping into the shower to wash off the sunscreen stickiness. you quickly wash over your body and hair before stepping out and wrapping a towel around your body.

you step out, jumping seeing a figure laying in the bed.

“fucking hell luke,” you curse, him just laughing, “i thought you were down on the dock still.” you say, moving across to grab some underwear and clothes.

“foods ready, i came to grab you.” he smiles, placing his phone on the bed and just watching.

“take a picture it’ll last longer,” you smirk sliding your underwear on, turning around to see his phone up in your direction. you give him a look, moving across to slide his hoodie and some shorts on, just deciding to leave your hair wet.

“what? you said to.” he teases, as you hold back a grin.

“oh be quiet,” you tease back, and asking out to hear him scrambling off the bed to follow.

“ah ah ah.” he tuts before your hoisted into the air and over his shoulder.

“luke.” you squeal as he walks downstairs not even hesitating, you still on his shoulder, “put me down.” you whine, as he stops in the kitchen, placing you back on your feet.

“sorry princess.” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips before grabbing your ass in surprise. you pull away, gently pushing him away in a joking manner before walking out to see the boys sat around the table, an array of food in the middle.

you grab some food on your plate before sitting down next to jack, pulling your legs up at the cool breeze. luke follows, grabbing his own plate and piling food on, before sitting next to you. he pulls your chair closer to him before draping his arm along your shoulders as yous begin to eat.

“so what’s the plan for tomorrow?” cole asks mouth full of hot dog.

“well it’s friday which means games night and then saturday we’re at that morgan wallen concert so it’s probably best to just chill tomorrow.” quinn says, already planning out the next few weeks as always.

yous hang around until it turns dark, before moving back inside, to the living room, everyone finding a spot on the l-shaped couch. luke pulls you down onto his lap, you sitting sideways, his arms wrapping around your waist. you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling his press a kiss to your temple.

they put on some film but you’re too tired to stay awake so you end up drifting off to sleep, only to be woken up by being lifted into the air.

you shift slightly, luke immediately calming you.

“shh baby, go back to sleep, i’m just bringing you upstairs.” he whispers, taking you back upstairs. you settle back against his chest, before he gently lays you down on the bed.

“i gotta take this hoodie off you, you’ll burn up it’s hot tonight baby.” he says as you push his hands away from the hem of the hoodie, “come on, i can’t have you getting a temperature.” he coaxes and you give in, sitting up and letting him take the hoodie off leaving you in shorts and your bra.

“bra on or off?” he asks, knowing you like to sleep topless sometimes.

“off,” you mumble, as his hands move to unclasp the bra, him pulling it off and dropping it on the laundry hamper before you move up and order the covers.

luke strips his own clothing down to his boxers before clinging in with you, pulling you close to his chest.

“goodnight, i love you.” luke mumbles, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

“i love you too.” you pull away from the kiss before resting against his chest, drifting off to sleep.

[stereoqueen]

forbidden fruit - pt 3 - n.hischier

summary: taylor arrives at the lakehouse and documents her two weeks with the boys before the nhl awards

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taylorhughes

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taylorhughes waited all year for this reunion! 🎉

location: michigan, usa

comments

rachelhannah bestie is backkk

taylorhughes bout to get into trouble 😈

jackhughes took you long enough 🙃

taylorhughes sorry my job doesn’t give me the summers off 🥱

edwards.73 Was the boat picture after I beat Luke’s wakeboard time?

markestapa who is the hottie on the left I need her number

tatemcrae Infamous lake pics are coming backkkkk

taylorhughes Muahahaha

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taylorhughes

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taylorhughes family ice cream run!!! sibs love their sprinkles btw 🍦

tagged: _quinnhughes, lhughes_06, jackhughes

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jackhughes I got sprinkles before they were cool

_quinnhughes I started that trend before you bud

trevorzegras none for me ���

nicohischier Jack is a sprinkles fein ^

colecaufield Stealer of Sprinkles ^^

taylorhughes can I post one family post without arguing? ^^

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taylorhughes

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taylorhughes YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH GOLF! - Z

location: pure michigan

tagged: trevorzegras, lhughes_06, jackhughes, _quinnhughes

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danna ay dios mío (oh my god)

taylorhughes its day 4 without rach and im STRUGGLING

markestapa I can save you

nicohischier I’ll save her when I get there soon^

jackhughes WHAT

taylorhughes Thank you FRIEND @/nicohischier

colecaufield I didn’t make the cut 🥲

trevorzegras It was revenge and you know it!

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taylorhughes

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taylorhughes ¡Mi última temporada en Elite ya está en Netflix! Siento mucho amor y gratitud por este programa. ¡Agradecida por las amistades que me trajo! Los quiero a todos. Carla.❤️

(my last season on elité is on netflix now! so much love and gratitude towards this show. thankful for the friendships it brought me!! I love you all. Carla)

tagged: elitenetflix

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danna LAS ENCINAS FOREVER

taylorhughes bebes🤍

miguel_bernardeau Miss you!

_quinnhughes The tri-lingual queen

taylorhughes I’m learning another so it’s four!

lhughes_06 Overachiever!

elitenetflix te amo carla🤍

tatemcrae I started learning spanish from this show 😭

taylorhughes I’ll keep teaching you promise

itzan_escamilla Samu ❤️ Carla

taylorhughes Hasta pronto amigo!

aron.piper los quiero mucho

taylorhughes ídem

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taylorhughes

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taylorhughes pre nhl awards tanning session🏆 (this is before I make the boys watch the premiere)

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tatemcrae HOTTIE IN RED ALERT

danna the pose 😭

taylorhughes fuck offffff

trevorzegras Watching you take this was too funny

colecaufield Asshole splashed her after this ^

nicohischier Devils red, eh?

_quinnhughes Her loyalty is to Canucks Blue!

taylorhughes My loyalty is split, boys!

jackhughes MY EYES 👀 THE THIRST TRAP🫣 BURNSSS

lhughes_06 The real drama queen of the family!

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iMessage

(Nico, Tay)

N🤎: Red is your color❤️ It’s been the longest two weeks.

T💓: I know :( I wish you were coming to the awards…..

N🤎: I thought about making an appearance at a certain after party for a certain brother of yours..?

T💓: Please, Por Favor, S'il te plaît, Bitte

N🤎: All four languages? Oh I’m there.

T💓: I knew I could convince you— see you soon, amor

N🤎: Oh I was already convinced by the bikini, just wanted to see you beg ;)

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taglist: @chiblackhawks @hwalllllllelujah @dancerbailey3

[ruinix]

He's on his way to you as we speak 🫡 made sure he looked extra man-whorish just for you

I am waiting so patiently rn.

[decadentwerewolfdreamer]

Heatwave- JH86 QH43

prompt: Quinn Hughes x Zegras sister!reader, Jack Hughes x Zegras sister!reader, friends to lovers, trouple, slightly angst

warnings: MDNI, smut, oral stuff (f receiving),voyeurism,unprotected p in v (always use protection)

nda: hello to everyone, sorry for the delay( as always) but it was an awful month, hope you like the first (sure not last) smut part of this story, love ya byeee

wc: 4k

Chapter 4- What you started

After the awkward—and let’s be honest, borderline mortifying—encounter upstairs, the boys practically bolted out of your room, leaving the door swinging behind them like some scene out of a teen drama. You just stood there for a beat, stunned, your skin still tingling from the weight of their stares.

Eventually, you slumped onto the bed, dragging a hand down your face as you tried to process what the hell just happened. What this summer was becoming.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to scream, laugh, or pour yourself a drink.

Instead, you threw on your pajamas—just a thin tank top and sleep shorts—and tiptoed downstairs. The house was quiet now, heavy with the kind of stillness that only came late at night. You figured everyone else had gone to bed.

You padded barefoot into the kitchen, your oversized AirPods Max clamped over your ears, Tate McRae playing loud enough to drown out your thoughts. The fridge door creaked as you opened it, and you reached for your iced coffee, setting the bottle down on the counter with a quiet clink.

You closed the fridge—and nearly jumped out of your skin.

Jack was leaning against the kitchen island, arms crossed, his face lit only by the soft hum of the fridge light behind you. Shirtless, as always. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, and his eyes looked darker than usual, shadowed in the dim lighting.

“Little Z,” he said, voice smooth and low, deeper than normal—like he wasn’t just talking. Like he was trying to say something else entirely. “Can’t sleep?”

You pulled your headphones down around your neck, blinking at him. “Jesus, Jack. You scared the shit out of me.”

He didn’t apologize. Just gave you that slow, smug grin that made your stomach tighten.

“Came for some iced coffee,” you mumbled, gesturing to the bottle on the counter. “Nothing exciting.”

Jack pushed off the counter and walked toward you, each step deliberate, like he knew exactly how close to get to throw off your heartbeat. “Well,” he said, his voice dropping another octave, “looks like I’m the lucky one tonight.”

Before you could say anything, his hands found your waist. His grip was firm, warm, like he wasn’t asking permission—but not crossing the line either. Not yet.

You looked up at him, lips parted slightly. “What are you doing?”

Jack’s smirk widened. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

You should’ve stepped back. Should’ve pushed him away or made a joke. But instead, you leaned in just an inch, enough for the air between you to snap tight like a live wire.

His eyes dropped to your mouth, then back up.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft.

It was rough, urgent, like he’d been holding back for too long and finally let it snap. His mouth slanted over yours, tongue brushing past your lips as he pulled you flush against him. The counter pressed into your back as his hands roamed, fingers digging into your sides, your tank top riding up slightly with every movement.

Your fingers found their way into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan, deep and guttural against your mouth.

His lips broke away only to trail down your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw.

“Jack—” you whispered, breathless.

“Say it again,” he muttered, lips brushing your collarbone.

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

You were too far gone.

And then—footsteps.

You didn’t hear the door creak open. Didn’t hear anyone approach.

But you felt the air shift.

Jack froze, lips still against your throat, and slowly turned his head.

Quinn.

He stood in the doorway, shirtless like always, but this time… he didn’t look away.

He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

He just watched.

Your breath caught.

Jack didn’t let go of you. Didn’t even flinch.

You felt his smirk before you saw it.

“Didn’t know we had an audience,” Jack said, voice cocky again—but quieter now. Rougher.

Quinn’s jaw tensed.

Jack’s smirk deepened, and you felt the shift in his body—a tension in his grip that hadn’t been there before.

“He’s still watching,” he murmured, voice brushing against your skin like smoke. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of your tank top, dragging it up just enough to expose your stomach to the cool air.

You glanced over Jack’s shoulder.

Quinn hadn’t moved.

But his eyes…

They were darker now. His jaw was tense, arms crossed, body leaning against the wall like he was carved from stone. He made no move to leave. No move to interrupt. He was just there—watching. Breathing harder than before. Saying nothing.

Jack noticed the way your breath hitched, the way your thighs shifted slightly, your body betraying your reaction.

“Fuck,” he whispered, dragging his mouth along your jaw. “You like that he’s still here.”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. You just arched into him, eyes fluttering shut when his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured against your neck, dragging his hands down the curve of your hips, tugging you flush against him. You could feel the hard line of him pressed into your core, even through the thin fabric separating you. He groaned low at the contact. “Fucking knew you’d feel this good.”

Your hands found his shoulders, fingers digging in as he lifted you like nothing, setting you onto the kitchen counter, the cold surface shocking against your skin. Your legs spread instinctively, wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer, closer—

And still, Quinn didn’t move.

Didn’t blink.

Just watched.

Jack’s lips crashed into yours again—hot, urgent, claiming you like he had something to prove. His tongue swept into your mouth, one hand sliding up your spine, the other gripping your thigh like he couldn’t stand the idea of letting go.

You moaned into the kiss, and Jack growled in response, the sound vibrating through your chest.

“Don’t stop watching,” he muttered—loud enough for Quinn to hear.

And then his hands were at your waistband.

His hands gripped the hem of your shorts, and then he sank to his knees, face leveling perfectly between your parted thighs. He looked up, eyes dark, fixed on your flushed expression—your messy hair, parted lips, and the lust swimming in your gaze. He smirked, licking his lips slowly before leaning in to press soft, teasing kisses to the inside of your thighs.

“So soft,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. “And I bet you taste just as sweet, little Z.”

In one smooth motion, his fingers hooked into your shorts and slid them down your legs, leaving you in only your black panties—soaked, clinging to your heat.

“Fuck, baby,” Jack groaned, his voice low and full of desire. His mouth was right against the damp fabric, his breath hot against you. “You’re so wet… is this for me? Or for Quinn, who’s still watching?”

The sound of his name made your head jerk up, a shaky gasp leaving your mouth. The pleasure was already coiling tight inside you, clouding your ability to think.

“Use your words, baby,” Jack murmured, lips brushing the soaked fabric between your legs. “Or I’ll leave you like this.”

You whimpered, unable to hold still, hips already shifting toward his mouth, desperate for friction. “Jack, please—”

“Answer me,” he growled, tracing his finger slowly over the curve of your clothed folds, collecting your wetness with a lazy stroke. “Who are you this wet for?”

You bit down on your bottom lip hard, almost enough to draw blood, your thighs trembling.

“Both,” you whispered, breathless. “I’m wet for both of you.”

“Good girl.”

The praise hit you like lightning, and in one fluid motion, Jack pushed your panties to the side and lowered his mouth. His tongue found you instantly, lapping through your folds like he was tasting the sweetest dessert, groaning against you.

“She’s so sweet,” he murmured—not just to you, but for Quinn, too. His words sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over you. You knew Quinn was still there, silent, watching. Watching as you came undone beneath Jack’s mouth.

Jack’s tongue moved expertly, licking and sucking, his lips wrapping around your clit and applying just enough pressure to make you moan. Then, one finger slid inside you—so easily, so smoothly—and your hips bucked against his face.

“Look at you, little Z,” he groaned, voice thick. “All messy in my mouth. Fuck.”

The combination of his tongue and fingers was unbearable—in the best way. His pace, his hunger, his need to ruin you—it all made your mind blank and your body tremble.

“Jack, I’m—” you tried to warn him, but your voice dissolved into a moan as he sucked hard on your clit, his finger curling inside you just right.

“Yes, baby,” he murmured, dark and rough. “Let go for me. Make a mess on my face.”

And you did.

The pleasure hit like a wave crashing into shore—sudden, overwhelming, blinding. You cried out, your whole body trembling as you came hard against his mouth, your vision going black around the edges. Jack didn’t stop—he held you through it, licking you clean, savoring every last drop until you were trembling and gently pushing at his shoulders, overstimulated and wrecked.

Your chest rose and fell in sharp waves, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through you. Jack rose slowly from between your legs, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes never leaving yours. His expression was wicked, satisfied—and something darker, deeper, flickered behind his smirk.

“Fucking delicious,” he said, his voice low, gravelly. “You taste like trouble.”

He leaned in and kissed you—hot, slow, messy—letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth, your fingers fisting the hem of his boxers, already needing more.

Then you felt it.

That heavy, unmoving gaze.

Your eyes fluttered open just as Jack pulled back, and you turned your head slightly toward the kitchen doorway.

Quinn was still there.

He hadn’t moved an inch.

One shoulder leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His jaw was tight, his brows slightly furrowed, but not with anger. His gaze was fixed on you—on your swollen lips, on your bare thighs, on the mess Jack had made of you.

And fuck, the way he looked at you—like he was trying to hold himself back, like he was the one clenching his fists behind his arms, trying not to move.

Jack glanced over his shoulder, then smirked. “You gonna just stand there, big bro? Or you enjoying the show?”

Quinn didn’t answer right away. He licked his lips slowly, eyes dragging back to yours.

“I’m watching,” he finally said, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it—rough, almost hoarse. “She looks good like that.”

Your breath caught.

Heat pulsed between your legs again, stronger now. You were still reeling from Jack, and yet something about Quinn’s voice—about the way he was still there, watching—made you ache all over again.

Jack’s lips ghosted over yours, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth, catching a bit of your slick from where it had smeared during the kiss. He looked down at you like he wanted to ruin you all over again.

“You hear that, baby?” he murmured. “Quinn likes watching you fall apart.”

You swallowed hard, breath shaky, your thighs still trembling. Jack’s fingers trailed down your inner thigh again, slow and deliberate, and you couldn’t help the way your hips bucked slightly, chasing his touch.

“You think he’s hard right now?” Jack whispered, lips brushing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. “Watching his little obsession get eaten out on the kitchen counter?”

You whimpered, your fingers curling around the edge of the island. Jack’s hands slipped under your thighs, dragging you to the very edge, so close his erection was pressing into your inner thigh, heavy through his boxers.

You dared a glance toward the doorway—Quinn hadn’t moved.

Still leaning, arms crossed, but the tension in his shoulders was unmistakable. His jaw clenched, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them. And when he shifted just slightly, you saw it—the outline of his hard cock pressing against his sweatpants.

Your breath hitched.

Jack grinned against your throat. “Oh, he is. Fuck, I knew it.”

He reached down, palming himself once, then hooking his fingers under the waistband of his boxers. “You want more, baby?” he asked, rubbing his tip between your folds, teasing, not entering. “Want him to see what it’s like when I really fuck you?”

You moaned, legs parting instinctively, your hips chasing the pressure.

“Say it,” Jack said, the head of his cock nudging your entrance. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” you gasped. “Jack—please—fuck me.”

He didn’t make you ask twice.

With one smooth thrust, he pushed into you, deep, filling you completely. Your back arched off the counter, a cry ripping from your throat. He gave you a second to adjust, one hand gripping your hip tightly, the other trailing up your stomach, your chest, curling lightly around your throat.

“That’s it,” he breathed, thrusting again—harder this time, deeper. “So fucking tight.”

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the kitchen, mixed with your moans, Jack’s groans, and the thick silence of Quinn’s presence in the doorway.

You dared another look—he hadn’t left.

And he wasn’t pretending not to look, either.

His eyes were locked on where you were joined, on Jack’s cock disappearing inside you with every thrust. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, and when your eyes met his—raw, unfiltered, dark with hunger—you clenched around Jack so tight it made him curse out loud.

“Fuck, baby, you like him watching, huh?” Jack groaned, pounding into you harder now, sweat slicking his chest. “You want him to see how pretty you are when you come?”

Your answer came in the form of a broken moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he fucked you right there on the kitchen counter. His pace was brutal, relentless, like he was trying to prove something.

Your orgasm hit you like a wave, stealing the air from your lungs, your whole body arching into him as you came with a scream. Jack groaned low and deep, burying himself inside you, holding still for a moment as your walls fluttered around him and his release was pullling inside you in thick, white strips, filling you to the brim

He didn’t pull out.

Instead, he leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, voice low and teasing.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’ll let him have a turn soon.”

You trembled beneath him, too wrecked to speak—but your eyes found Quinn’s again, and you didn’t look away.

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You were laying in bed, the soft hum of the fan doing little to cool the heat you felt in your skin. The events from earlier kept replaying in your mind. Jack’s hands, his lips, the way he took control—everything felt like a blur, and yet, it was seared into your memory. Your heart was still racing, your breath uneven as the vivid image of his touch lingered.

But you weren’t thinking only of Jack.

You couldn’t forget Quinn’s gaze, the way he had watched, unmoving, observing everything with a quiet intensity. His presence was undeniable, even in the moments when you weren’t sure where things stood between the three of you.

The silence in the room was deafening. You tossed and turned, trying to shake off the memories and the feelings that were still coursing through you. You couldn’t stop thinking about the fire that Jack had ignited inside you—but Quinn, too, was lingering in your thoughts, and that fact was making everything far too complicated.

Your phone buzzed beside you, pulling you from your spiraling thoughts. It was a message from Jack.

Jack: “You okay? I know things were… intense. If you need to talk, I’m here.”

You hesitated for a moment before responding, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks.

You: “I’m fine. It was… a lot.”

You could almost hear the smirk in his reply.

Jack: “Good. I like when you’re shaken up. But I’ll leave it to Quinn to deal with you now.”

You bit your lip, uncertain what to think of his words. You glanced at the time. It was late, but the idea of being alone in your room while that tension between you and both of the brothers hung thick in the air made you restless.

The need to escape was real, so you pushed yourself out of bed, slipping on a robe. Quietly, you padded down the hall and toward the kitchen, hoping the chill of the night air would calm your nerves.

As you entered the kitchen, you noticed Quinn leaning against the counter, his broad frame illuminated by the dim light of the refrigerator. He turned to look at you when you walked in, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. You hadn’t expected him to be there, and the sudden presence of him made your breath hitch.

He gave you a small, almost imperceptible smirk. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

The tension in his voice was unmistakable, laced with something deeper than just casual conversation. You felt the same heat that had been between you and Jack earlier still simmering between the two of you.

“No,” you said softly, glancing away as you reached for the iced coffee in the fridge. Your fingers brushed against his as you grabbed the bottle, the touch so brief yet enough to send a jolt through you.

Quinn didn’t break his gaze, his eyes dark and calculating. He stepped closer, just enough that his body seemed to block your escape, the air between you thick with unspoken words.

“Still thinking about earlier?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it vibrated against your skin like a warning.

You didn’t answer immediately. Your throat tightened, and the truth was that you were thinking about earlier—about Jack, and about Quinn watching. You weren’t sure if you wanted to admit it out loud.

Quinn leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your ear. “You like it when we make you feel that way, don’t you?”

His words were enough to pull a shiver from you, and you swallowed hard, unsure of what to say next. Was it too soon to admit how tangled you were starting to feel?

Before you could answer, Quinn pulled away, his expression unreadable. “We should get some sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll take the boat out.”

The hint of something more—something unspoken—hung in the air as he turned to leave. You could only watch him go, your heart pounding in your chest.

And just like that, the night stretched on, filled with uncertainty and the knowledge that you couldn’t run from this—whatever this was.

The boat slices through the lake, its engine purring softly beneath the conversation. Luke and Trevor remain blissfully unaware of the charge in the air, their laughter blending with the sound of the water lapping at the sides of the boat. You feel the sun on your skin, but it’s not the warmth of the day that has your blood running hot. It’s Quinn, whose gaze occasionally flickers toward you, lingering just long enough to make your heart race, and Jack, whose touch is always so casually close, like he’s marking his territory without saying a word.

You shift slightly, trying to ease the growing tension in your chest, but it’s hard when Jack’s fingers are lightly trailing over the back of your hand, barely grazing your skin. It’s a touch so light it might’ve been accidental, but you can feel it all the same, his presence like a constant pull, drawing you closer without even trying. Your heart beats faster, but you try to keep your face neutral, laughing along with Trevor’s story as if nothing’s out of the ordinary.

“So,” Jack starts, his voice low, like he’s speaking only to you, though his words are loud enough for everyone to hear, “do you think the water’s cold? Or should we take a dip later?”

“Maybe later,” you reply, your voice even, but your body betrays you, your breath catching at the way his eyes trail over you, over the curve of your shoulder, your bare legs.

Quinn is watching too, but his gaze is more intense, more calculating, like he’s trying to read you in a way Jack never does. It’s like Quinn knows exactly what’s going on, even if no one else does. He doesn’t speak, but when his hand moves ever so slightly closer to yours, brushing against the back of your wrist, you feel an electric jolt go through your body.

“Yeah, I’ll be diving in for sure,” Quinn says, breaking the silence, but there’s something in his tone, something darker and heavier. He catches your gaze then, and there’s no mistaking the hunger behind it. His lips twitch into a smirk as he leans just a little closer, like he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do next.

Jack doesn’t back off either. His leg presses lightly against yours, and you feel the heat from him, his body just a fraction away from yours, yet so close. It’s maddening. You can’t look at him without your body reacting, without your thoughts running wild.

“So,” Jack continues, his voice playful, but with an edge, “maybe after the swim, we could do something else. What do you think, little Z?”

His words hang in the air between you, thick with implication, but before you can reply, Quinn shifts, positioning himself a little closer, his thigh grazing yours just a touch too long for it to be a mistake.

“I think,” Quinn interjects smoothly, his voice dripping with intention, “we might need some time away from everyone… Maybe when they’re distracted.”

Your pulse races, your eyes darting quickly to Trevor and Luke, both still lost in their own conversation, oblivious to the game unfolding right under their noses.

You swallow hard, but the growing ache between your legs makes it almost impossible to keep your composure. Quinn’s smirk deepens, and Jack’s playful grin falters slightly, as if he’s caught between pushing further or holding back.

“Maybe we should take a little dip,” Jack says again, his tone suggesting something more than just the water, his finger lightly tapping the back of your hand, a subtle invitation.

You meet Quinn’s eyes, and for the briefest moment, the world outside the boat doesn’t exist. It’s just the three of you, the tension thick enough to taste.

But before either of them can make a move, Trevor calls out, snapping you all out of the moment.

“Hey, let’s not waste the day! You guys ready for the jump, or what?”

And just like that, the spell breaks. Quinn straightens up, pulling away slightly, and Jack leans back against the boat, his gaze still burning into you, but now with a wicked smile. Trevor and Luke are already making their way to the edge, eager to dive in.

Your heart is still racing, the feeling of Quinn and Jack’s closeness lingering, the tension unresolved. You can’t tell if it’s relief or disappointment that the moment has passed. Either way, you know it’s only a matter of time before it builds again.

As the day drifts toward evening, the boat docks at the lake’s private beach. The sun is starting to dip low, casting a golden glow over the water. The group of friends, now including some of Jack’s and Quinn’s friends, are setting up for a party. Music blares from portable speakers, and the air smells like saltwater and fresh summer air.

Trevor and Luke are already chatting with a few people on the beach, but there’s no escaping the intense atmosphere between you, Quinn, and Jack. The awkwardness from earlier hasn’t gone unnoticed, but for the most part, it’s been pushed to the back of your mind—until now. The beach is full of laughter, drinks, and the fire pits flickering in the distance, but you can’t shake the way Quinn and Jack’s eyes seem to linger on you a little too long.

Ethan, a friend of Jack and Quinn, is quick to join you at the water’s edge, pulling you into conversation with his easy grin and flirtatious attitude. He’s taller than both Quinn and Jack, with a cocky smile and a way of speaking that makes you feel both intrigued and irritated. As you walk along the shore with him, the others slowly lose sight of you, leaving you alone with Ethan in the fading daylight.

“So, you’re not with Jack and Quinn anymore?” Ethan asks, his tone light, but there’s an underlying challenge in his words. “I thought I saw you two getting pretty close back on the boat.”

You shrug, trying to hide your discomfort, but his proximity is making it hard to focus. His hand brushes against yours as he walks alongside you, his fingers just grazing your skin. You don’t know why it bothers you—maybe it’s because you can feel the weight of Quinn and Jack’s eyes on you from a distance, their gaze hot, almost possessive.

“They’re my friends,” you say, a bit defensively, “nothing more.”

Ethan chuckles, clearly unconvinced, and steps closer, leaning in with a smirk that suggests he knows something you don’t want him to.

“You know,” Ethan starts, his voice lowering, “you seem like you could use a little fun. Jack and Quinn—they’re not exactly the type to make things exciting.”

His words hang in the air, and before you can respond, you feel a sudden shift in the air. Quinn and Jack have arrived behind you, standing a little too close. Ethan notices the shift, and with a mischievous grin, he steps back, his eyes lingering on the two brothers.

“Hey, I’ll leave you guys to it,” Ethan says, his tone still teasing. “Don’t have too much fun without me, alright?”

You feel a rush of tension flood your body as Ethan walks away, leaving you with Jack and Quinn. They’re too close, and their eyes are locked on you with a certain intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

“You’re an interesting one,” Quinn murmurs, stepping up beside you, his hand brushing against your back, sending a jolt of electricity through your spine. “You think you can flirt with anyone and get away with it?”

Jack steps closer too, his eyes darkening with something you can’t quite place. “You belong to us, little Z,” he says softly, his voice thick with something primal. “And we’re going to remind you of that.”

The night stretches on, and the party is in full swing. Music, laughter, and the occasional splash from the water fill the air, but all you can think about are Quinn and Jack, and how they’re watching you from a distance. You try to relax and have fun, but their eyes never leave you.

At some point during the night, after a few too many drinks, you find yourself being led away from the bonfire and the crowd by Quinn. Jack follows, but there’s something in the way Quinn looks at you that sends a shiver down your spine. You feel both the rush of anticipation and the growing tension inside you.

“I told you,” Quinn’s voice is low, barely above a whisper, “you belong to us.”

Jack’s hand rests on the small of your back as the two of them guide you to a more secluded part of the beach. The firelight flickers behind you, casting long shadows, and your heart begins to race as you realize just how alone the three of you are.

“We’ve been patient,” Quinn continues, his words cold, but there’s something else in them—something darker. “But you’ve made it clear that you don’t know your place, so we’re going to show you.”

Before you can respond, Quinn’s hand is gripping your arm, pulling you forward. Jack’s presence is close behind, his eyes glinting with the same intensity. It’s too much. You want to protest, but something inside you craves what’s about to happen, craves the punishment, craves the release.

And that’s when Quinn speaks again, his voice a low growl. “You’re going to learn your lesson tonight.”

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[mothbrainrot]

i keep getting distracted by trevor zegras…. any time he’s on the ice i keep watching him bc it’s my first time getting to watch a full live game w him and i love him dearly i fear. but also sharks lock tf in plz

[77andyou]

could you please write a lil blurb of charlie going to the lakehouse with trevor and she's so happy to see her "uncle" jack (jack hughes). and char is just chatting and yapping so much and wants to play with jack (dollies, tea party, restaurant, doctor, store ect)

I LITERALLY LOVE U SO MUCH AND IM SO HAPPY I CAME ACROSS UR ACCOUT

Omg first of all I love you 🥰 thanks for being my first official ask about Charlie & Trevor!! I’m glad you stumbled upon my blog and like what I’ve been writing. This whole thing ended up longer than I planned haha but I thought I’d give some background info on how she ended up so close to Jack since she’s still so small and doesn’t actually see him that much during the season.

This is actually Charlie’s first summer at the lake house with everyone! Last year she was still a baby so Trevor opted to go home and spend time with his family instead. Charlie starts off a bit shy as she’s not used to living with anyone other than Trevor so when she wakes up from her nap she’s always feeling super lost because she hasn’t fully figured out the lake house yet. All she knows is that she’s a little lost and just wants Trevor.

The first full day of them being there Trevor had put her down for a nap and left to go to the store with Quinn and Luke since he needed to make sure the house was stocked up with things that worked for Charlie and he thought it would be easier to go with them than to send a list incase they didn’t have what he needed. He left Jack at home with Charlie expecting her to be completely slumped from the sun and the excitement. What he didn’t anticipate was for her to wake up an hour earlier than normal and to be frantically searching for him in the house.

“Dada?” she said as she climbed out of the bed.

“Where dada?” she asked herself as she walked down the hall in search of Trevor. She made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen where she often found him making her post-nap snacks but he was nowhere to be found. Now she was staring to feel a little scared. He was always there so where did he go? She heard some noise coming from the other room so she followed it and found the TV on.

“Dada!!” Charlie cried out as she ran to the couch.

She looked up and instead of seeing her father she saw Jacks face instead. Jack gave her a smile but instead of getting one back, he was faced with a trembling bottom lip before she let out a loud wail.

“Dada!!! Want dada!!!” the little girl cried.

Jack quickly scooped her up into his arms trying to soothe her.

“Hey Charlie. It’s ok, your daddy went to buy you treats. He’s gonna be back soon I promise.” Jack said while rubbing her back.

“Want dada!” she cried out again.

“I know sweetie. Do you want to watch a movie with me? We can watch your favourite! Nemo?”

She sat there on his lap still crying before slowly nodding at him. “Nemo.” she said with another sniffle.

They ended up watching the movie as Jack asked her all kinds of questions pretending like he had never seen it and before they knew it everyone was back with groceries.

“We’re baaaaaaaaaack!” Trevor said loudly as he walked into the home.

“Dada!” Charlie yelled and she scrambled off of Jack and tried to get her feet on the ground.

“Squish? What are you doing up? You’re supposed to be napping still. Are you ok?”

“Wake up. No find dada! Cry.” she said as she hugged his leg.

“She woke up and was looking for you. She came over and must’ve thought I was you watching TV cause she burst into tears when she saw me. I put on Finding Nemo and we were watching it together.”

From that day on Charlie had a unique bond with Jack. If she couldn’t find Trevor for some reason then she was looking for Jack. She wanted to play? Someone better get uncle Jack. She wants to watch Nemo again? Jack better be grabbing the snacks. She grew so comfortable with Jack that Trevor was genuinely a little perplexed. The only other person she was this comfortable with was Mrs. Knight and she saw her pretty much on a daily basis.

“Jacky play dolly?” she would ask as she dragged her 2 dolls behind her to the couch.

“Ya Charlie. Which one do you want today?” he asked as he sat on the floor with her.

“Blue! You pink.” she said with a smile.

This became a daily occurrence. Whether it was dolls, a picnic, swimming in the pool or just an afternoon spent watching Disney movies. She was always looking for Jack and Trevor to spend her time with. She actually cried a little when the summer ended and she had to say bye to her uncle Jacky.

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Packing it Up

~Packing it Up by Gracie Abrams~

Author's Note: Requested! OKAY so here is this giant one shot that I have been working on for a while. it's been hyped up bc its SO long but there is no smut so if 20k words and no smut is not your cup of tea so sorry. There is bestie Jack and bestie Trevor in this as well Summary: Luke falls for Jack's best friend, Y/N. Warnings: swearing, a mini novela Word Count: 22,225 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

There was a time in her life that she thought she found the love of her life. He was her college sweetheart. It was the typical fall in love at college orientation and stick around for a while because you are in love. At least she thought she was in love with him.

Her family never liked him, thought that Henry was full of himself and never treated her right. Her childhood best friend Jack hated him. There was never a moment in his life that he was nice to Henry. Henry always said that it was because Jack was in love with her but that was not the case. 

Jack was never the type of guy to keep his feelings inside. If he had feelings for someone, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell them. Even if it was his childhood best friend, he would tell her no hesitation.

Jack never knew why he hated Henry, he just knew that something was not right with the guy. His suspicions ended up being correct when she came over to his apartment this past April.

Usually, she called. There was never a day where she would just show up at his door because who knows who would be inside of his apartment. But he was her best friend since they were six years old. But she couldn’t return to her apartment and she had nowhere to go. So, she ended up driving over an hour in late night traffic to his place. 

Raising her hand up, she knocked on the door a few times before she wiped her hands across her cheek. After several moments passed, the door was pulled open and Luke was standing at the door. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” he asked, scanning her features. Glancing up, she met his eye as her lips quivered. 

“Hey Luke,” she let out as her voice cracked as she spoke, “Is Jack here?” her voice got quiet. Luke nodded as he stepped aside, allowing her to walk inside the apartment. Luke took a sudden breath as shut the door behind her. “Congrats on the call up by the way,” she mumbled as she wiped a tear that fell onto her cheek. He forced a small smile on his lips.

“Thank you,” he paused for a moment as he looked over at her. “I’m gonna go grab Jack,” he mumbled as he walked down the hall towards Jack’s room. She stood awkwardly beside the dining table waiting to either get kicked out or hug her best friend. 

It only took a minute for Jack to emerge from the hallway. His eyes widened, his cheeks were flushed red and his hair was messy. His body was only covered with a pair of grey sweats as he walked towards her. Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest. She wrapped her arms around the center of his back.

A sob left her throat as she buried her face in his neck. His hand glided up and down her back soothingly. 

A girl stormed past Luke, her hands were full of various clothing items as she practically flew out of the apartment. Luke stood awkwardly in the living room watching the pair. 

The door slammed shut and Y/N pulled away from him. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she said through a sob. 

“Don’t ever apologize,” he mumbled as he pulled her against his chest again, “What happened?” he asked softly. 

“He’s been cheating on me with my roommate,” she mumbled against his chest. Jack shifted his gaze towards Luke, his entire body erupting in flames. “I can’t go home,” she let out. 

Y/N pulled away from Jack, glancing towards Luke; to see him fuming too. Looking into his eyes, he took a deep breath as he shook his head. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

After that, he helped her move out of her apartment. Luke and Jack both were there to help move all of her things to her new studio apartment. At every moment possible, Jack would slip in a snide comment of how awful of a person her roommate was for doing what she did. Luke was just at Y/N’s side the entire time, quietly comforting her while they packed.

Her new apartment was an even split between their apartment in New Jersey and her school at NYU. It was a lot easier for her to travel between the three places and she was grateful.

It worked out that her school year ended a month after her disastrous break up. She went back home in Michigan with plans to spend the summer with the Hughes and posse. Y/N needed the distraction and the Hughes’ lakehouse was always the perfect place to do that.

Constant sun, bikinis, and endless drinking. It was her favorite time of year, it was her form of therapy. Even when she was having an amazing year, all she wanted was time on that boat soaking up all of the sun she could.

But this year, she needed that time away more than anything. For obvious reasons and for the other things that were going wrong with her life. Her new apartment had a leak in it and half of her wardrobe was destroyed and her finals didn’t go to plan because she was too overwhelmed by the fact her boyfriend was cheating on her.

The information fell into her lap that her roommate and Henry had been hooking up behind her back for months. It was as if they took her heart and smashed it to the ground repeatedly.

Now, the wallowing was something she was putting on the back burner. There was only one plan on her mind and that was letting loose. On the drive to the lakehouse, she informed Jack that she was not going to behave one bit and he gave her full permission to do whatever the hell she wanted.

Well, his friends and siblings were off limits, she couldn’t do them but she could do whatever the hell she wants. It was the usual rules of the lakehouse trips, let loose and have fun. But it often led to Y/N babysitting the five boys that were with her. She never really minded it but this year she told the boys it was her turn.

Given the circumstances, no one was opposed to the idea. Jack, Luke, and Y/N were the first to arrive at the house. Jack was at the grocery store getting an overwhelming amount of groceries for the house. Five professional hockey players under one roof, they were going to need a lot of it. 

Y/N had already unpacked her suitcase in her room and had planted a spot on the giant couch in the center of the living room. She had a blanket covering her frame as she began to play the pilot episode of Grey’s Anatomy. A show none of the boys have attempted to watch, and she knew that at some point they would all get terribly invested.

Luke emerged from his bedroom on the second floor of the house, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. “Hey,” he let out as he jogged the five steps towards the couch. Lifting her gaze, she smiled towards the youngest Hughes. 

Her family has been friends with his family since she could remember. She was the only kid that was actually close to the boys. All of her siblings were under the age of seven, so they usually looked up towards the Hughes boys as role models, more than anything.

“Hey Luke,” she said as she pulled her blanket up higher on her body. He sprailed out over majority of the couch. His head was laying on some of the leftover blanket beside her.

“What are you watching?” he asked while tilting his head back to meet her gaze. She looked down meeting his light eyes for a moment. 

“Grey’s,” she said as she tilted her gaze back towards the screen. He scrunched his features together as he looked towards the screen.

“I can’t believe you like this stuff,” he mumbled before he let out a long drawn out breath. She chuckled as she looked back towards Luke; his eyes were already on her.

“You can’t say anything until you actually sit down and watch an episode,” she mumbled. He smirked before he sat up slightly; pulling some of the blanket over his lap.

“Fine, catch me up,” he mumbled as he pointed towards the TV slightly. She giggled before she began to explain the fifteen minutes of the show. “Wait, so that guys her boss?” Luke mumbled as he pointed towards Derek on the screen. 

“Yep,” she said as she nodded dramatically. Luke shook his head as he blinked harshly.

After a few seconds, Jack busted through the front door carrying a lot of grocery bags. “Hey jackasses, a little help here,” Jack muttered as he walked past the giant couch towards the kitchen. Luke and Y/N met each other’s gaze for a second before they both jumped up from the couch to meet Jack in the kitchen.

While they were putting away groceries the other three boys arrived. They each dragged two giant suitcases inside, cheering loudly as they stepped inside. Y/N rested the boxes of pasta onto the counter as she excitedly walked out of the kitchen, the other Hughes boys followed quickly after her. 

Y/N smiled widely once she saw the eldest Hughes brother. “Hey Y/N, how are you feeling?” Quinn asked as he wrapped his arms around her. 

“Been better,” she said, a dry chuckle leaving her lips.

“Well that’s going to change because this is going to be the summer of your life, Y/N,” Trevor expressed as he held out his arms waiting for his hug. She smiled widely as she slipped away from Quinn towards Trevor. 

“Planning on it,” she mumbled as he wrapped his arms around her tightly. 

“That’s because we’re getting drunk off our asses every night,” Cole said with a teasing grin on his lips. She chuckled as she slipped away from Trevor towards Cole. He rocked her back and forth in a tight embrace. 

“Definitely planning on that,” she mumbled as she slipped away from Cole’s embrace. “Jack bought a lot of stuff, let’s get started,” she teased as she started stumbling backwards towards the kitchen again.

She was laying in bed in silence. She was staring at her ceiling, replaying every moment of her relationship with Henry. Her mind was trying to find the exact moment he decided she wasn’t worthy of him or love. The moment he decided that she wasn’t what he wanted anymore.

Y/N’s probably laid there for several hours at this point, the silence starting to drive her crazy but she couldn’t find anything to fill the silence. Or overtake the sound of her own thoughts. She wiped her hands across her cheeks as she took a deep breath.

Her phone vibrated beside her on the bed. Her lips fell into a pout as she reluctantly pulled her phone towards her face. She read a text from Jack telling her to unlock her door. 

A groan fell from her lips as she whipped the blanket off of her frame. She adjusted the loose shorts on her body as she brushed a few piece of nearly matted hair away from her face.

Pulling the door open, she was expecting to see Jack standing there but instead it was Luke. Her face scrunched together as she met his gaze.

“You are not the Hughes brother I was expecting,” she muttered as she stepped back.

Luke laughed as he forced himself inside. He held out a bag towards her, waiting for her to take it. She looked towards him suspiciously. He chuckled. “I was sent on a mission to retrieve you for the game tonight,” he let out.

Rolling her eyes, she took the bag and looked inside. From what she could tell it was a cute red long sleeve top. She closed the bag and placed it onto her counter. “I told Jack that I would watch the game from my apartment,” she mumbled as she suddenly felt very self conscious of how her appearance looks. 

“Well, I don’t think this is optional. I was told to drag you out of the apartment no matter what,” Luke explained as he scanned her frame, “And I think you want to change unless you want to show up like a homeless man,” he said teasingly.

Her eyes widened as she smacked her hand against Luke’s arm, “That is so rude, Lukey,” she said while shaking her head, a shocked chuckle fell from her lips. She turned her gaze towards the mirror against the wall and she took a deep breath, “And so true, oh my god,” she muttered while taking a deep breath.

“Are you doing okay?” he asked quietly. He scanned her body, noting that she probably was definitely not doing okay.

Tilting her head to the side she stared towards the floor. She pursed her lips forward, “I think I could use a reason to leave my apartment,” she mumbled. Lifting her gaze, she met his gaze. He smiled widely. “How much time do I have?” she said.

Luke glanced down towards his watch, “Game starts in like three hours and it’ll probably take like forty minutes to get to the arena with traffic,”

She nodded, “Okay, that’s barely enough time but I’ll figure it out,” she mumbled as she jogged towards her bathroom. He pulled his head back as he stared towards the bathroom door.

“Barely enough time?” he mumbled as he shook his head slightly. 

He heard the shower start and his gaze began to scan the studio apartment. It was a mess. Which was surprising because she was always the type of person to never have a spot of dirt in her apartment. He also had three hours to kill, so he walked towards the kitchen and began to clean her dishes.

She would either yell at him or be grateful, he didn’t know how she would react. But he was going to do it anyway. He connected his phone to her speaker and began to play his music. 

It took another forty minutes before she reemerged from the bathroom, her body was only covered by her towel. She stopped short, tilting her head to the side as she watched Luke from a far. Her kitchen was completely spotless and he was vacuuming her living area. Her studio apartment was small so he was practically vacuuming the whole place. 

He lifted his gaze, meeting her eye. He swallowed hard as he turned the vacuum off as he scanned her frame. “Is this okay? I’m sorry, I know how much you hate mess so I had time to kill and I thought that maybe–” 

“No, no, it’s okay. Thank you, Luke. This actually means a lot,” she explained as she continued to look into his eyes. His cheeks flushed red while he smiled softly. “This is really sweet actually,” she mumbled as tears started to form in her eyes. 

“Y/N?” he let out softly. 

She shook her head, “This is really nice and I can’t cry so I’m going to take some clothes and then–um– go back to getting ready,” she mumbled as she wiped her hand across her eyes. She walked towards the bed which had the bag of the new shirt; one of the brothers’ got her.

He chuckled, “Okay,” he mumbled before he turned on the vacuum again.

It took another hour and a half before she was officially ready. Luke was able to clean the entire apartment and have time to sit on her bed and talk with her while she was applying her makeup. 

“Hey Y/N,” he mumbled as he swung his legs back and forth in the air. She chuckled as she pulled the mascara wand away from her eye. She tilted her head to the side to meet Luke’s gaze. “Are you almost ready?” he sing-songed. She smiled softly towards him.

“Give me like five minutes,” she mumbled. He nodded as he pursed his lips forward. He glanced down towards his watch as he nodded. She shook her head slightly as she began to apply mascara to her eyelashes, “I’ll try and make it three,” she muttered. He smiled widely as he climbed off of the bed and began to pace back and forth. 

“Okay good. Yeah, okay,” he mumbled as he began to walk around.

She kept her promise and they walked out of her apartment side by side. “The top looks good on you,” he mumbled as he reached over and pressed the elevator button. She smiled to herself as she kept her gaze towards the floor.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

“Come on,” he said with a wide grin, “I was thinking we could each get a popcorn and then we could–”

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The other boys were drunk in the basement, laughing loudly as they continued a pool tournament. She never competed, usually she was the score keeper or Luke was the score keeper. But she was definitely too drunk to keep track of numbers. 

Jack hit the eight ball into the exact pocket he needed to. He lifted his drunken gaze and smirked towards the other boys. Scanning the room, he noticed that she was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked, meeting each of the boys' gaze. They all shrugged.

“I’ll find her,” Luke offered as he got out of the tournament quite early. Jack nodded encouragingly before he wandered towards the chalkboard to add points to his tally. 

“Text me once you do,” Jack said as he drunkenly searched for Luke but he was already half up the steps.

Luke continued up the steps to see Y/N sprailed out on the large couch. Somehow taking most of it with all of the blankets and pillows surrounding her. He smiled to himself as he walked towards the couch. Pulling the blanket from her face, a drunken smile formed to her lips. 

“Little Hughesy,” she mumbled as she saw him walking towards her. His face scrunched up in disgust as he shook his head. He flopped down beside her forcing a gasp from her lips. “You ruined my masterpiece,” she whined as she watched him climb under a completely different blanket and rest his head on the bright pink pillow. He didn’t know when they even got a bright pink pillow but it was comfy so he didn’t care.

“You called me Little Hughesy,” he whined before he shifted his gaze towards the TV screen to see Grey’s Anatomy on the screen. He shook his head before he further adjusted the pillow beneath his head. “Haven’t been called that since I was nine,” he countered as he lifted his head to see her already looking towards him. 

“You will always be Little Hughesy,” she mumbled, looking into his eyes. “Even though you’re like huge.” He rolled his eyes while laughing as he continued to look over her features.

“Not huge,” he muttered before he looked towards the TV to see Meredith and Derek chatting in the stairway. “What’s happening?” he asked, referencing the show. Y/N’s lips fell into a pout as she looked back towards the screen.

“I will not explain everything you miss, you either sit and watch with me or don’t ask questions,” she explained while laughing. 

“Well tell me who’s that guy?” he pointed towards the screen again.

“You ask me another question and I’ll call you Little Hughesy forever,” she drunkenly explained, unsure if the words left her lips in a cohesive sentence. He rolled his eyes as he smirked. 

“I’m never going to get into this show,” Luke mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to stare towards the TV. Absolutely getting interested in the show. It was definitely interesting but he would never let it slip that he actually enjoyed it.

For the next hour the pair layed together, quite far apart, as they watched the show together. At certain parts, she would explain a few details he missed when he didn’t watch the few scenes. She knew that he wanted to know, so she gave him the information anyway.

The other boys remained in the basement, half drunk and half asleep on the beanbags. The first night at the lakehouse they usually all get drunk off their ass. But most of the nights afterwards, they tend to have at least one person sober adjacent. 

Which usually ended up being Y/N and she never really minded that before, but she wanted to be the one to let loose and not care. None of the boys objected and it was no problem for them.

She reached for the remote and she hit pause before she turned off the TV. Luke instantly sat up, “Hey, I was watching that,” he slurred out. Looking up towards him, she saw the blush across his cheeks. His hair was messily laid across his forehead.

“I’m going to bed,” she announced as she threw the three blankets away from her body. She stood up and began to pick up all of the blankets. A dramatic pout fell on his lips as he gripped the blanket that was covering his frame. 

There was already two blankets in her arms as she tried to reach for the one covering Luke. He pulled it back, nearly forcing her to fall on top of him. A loud giggle fell from her lips as she stumbled backwards. 

“Oh my god,” he let out while standing up. He kept the blanket in his hands as he fought the smirk forming to his lips. “Are you good?” he asked through laughter. 

A gasp fell from her lips as she wrapped her entire frame with the three blankets now in her grasp, Luke was still holding onto the one he was using. “You nearly killed me!” she said through a wide grin. 

“Well, let me at least help you as an apology,” he teased as he reached for one of the blankets she was carrying. Meeting his gaze, her smile softened as she continued to look into his eyes. He took the blanket from her. “Come on, I’ll tuck you in,” he teased. 

“Oh shut up, Little Hughesy,” she let out dramatically as she lead the way down the hallway. He gasped dramatically as they turned into her room. She placed all of the blankets in her arms onto the queen sized bed. Luke dropped the blankets onto the bed, looking towards her. He pursed his lips forward, teasingly. “You are not tucking me in, go away,” she said as she shoved him backwards.

He gasped as he raised his hand up and held it protectively over his chest. “Here I was trying to be nice and you shove me away. Rude, very rude actually,” he teased as he crossed his arms over his chest. Y/N squinted her eyes slightly as she fought off a grin.

“Goodbye Luke,” she said as she pointed towards the door. He smirked as he stepped out of the room, waving towards her. He shut the door behind him and she spun around and stared towards the door while taking a deep breath. Slowly, she sat down and continued to stare towards the door. 

~~~

The following morning, everyone was horribly hungover. Especially, the boys that remained in the basement were in a lot of pain. Their bodies were half on beanbags and half on the ground. Both Luke and Y/N were less damaged because they actually slept in their beds.

She was in the kitchen and making a full breakfast spread. She was already three homemade lattes deep and her hangover was practically gone. None of the boys have made an appearance beside stumbling up the stairs towards their rooms. 

Completely ignoring the fact that she was cooking. Mainly because she never cooked for them before. So they assumed it was only for her. Despite the fact that she was scrambling two full carton of eggs. She also used two packages of bacon and sausage, It was very obvious that it probably wouldn’t be enough. But she was trying to be kind.

She heard steps coming down the steps and a loud dramatic yawn. She spun around to see Luke walking down the steps with only a pair of black sweats covering his frame. She trailed his body with her sleepy gaze while he wasn’t looking. His hands were rubbing his eyes as he finished the steps.

Swallowing hard, she forced her gaze back down towards the giant pan in front of her. “Hey,” he let out as his voice was very hoarse. He walked towards the fridge pulling it open to grab something to drink.

“There’s coffee,” she mumbled as she pointed towards the coffee pot with her spatula. He shook his head as he pulled out the orange juice container. Her face scrunched up as she stirred the eggs for the last time before turning it off and moving it to another stove top. “I forgot, sorry,” she muttered as she leaned down and opened the oven to check on the bacon and sausage.

“It’s cool,” he mumbled as he yawned one more time, “That’s a lot of food, you sharing?” he asked as he walked beside her, glancing all around the kitchen. She rolled her eyes playfully as she shifted her gaze towards Luke. 

Meeting his eye for the first time since last night. Taking in a deep breath, she waved him back as she opened the stove again. A soft chuckle left his lips as he stepped back, drinking directly from the carton. He reopened the fridge and placed it back inside.

“Yes and what the hell are you doing?” she said and while chuckling. He shrugged as he stepped away from the oven as she placed the large cooking pan and placed it onto the stove top. “You cannot just drink from that and put it back,” she explained while shaking her head. 

“Oh Y/N, you have no idea how often we do that,” he said, a dry chuckle falling from his lips. She clenched her jaw while rolling her eyes as she took a step back staring at all of the food she’s prepared. Suprisingly proud of herself. He took a deep breath, “I’ll buy you a new orange juice.”

She chuckled while tilting her head to the side to meet his gaze. He looked genuine in his offer. “No, it’s okay,” she let out as she took a deep breath. “Okay, make your plate and make sure to leave some for the rest of us,” she teased.

Luke barked out a laugh as he took a hold of a plate and instantly started adding to his plate, “Better tell them to hurry,” he joked as she slipped out of the kitchen towards Cole’s room which was on the same level as hers. 

Softly, she knocked a handful of times. It took a few seconds for him to swing the door open. His head was sunken into his hoodie, “What?” he groaned out, his voice was practically gone. 

“Breakfast,” she simply said before she walked down the hall towards Trevor’s room and alerted him of the same thing. He took a little more convincing to leave his room. She climbed up the steps towards Quinn and Jack’s rooms, not even sure if they were in them.

Firstly, she knocked on Jack’s before she took fast steps towards Quinn’s room. They both stepped out of their rooms at the same time, their faces looking like they had been hit by trucks. “Go get some breakfast before Luke eats it all. There’s also coffee,” she offered as she climbed down the steps to hear laughter falling from Luke’s lips. He was sitting at the dining table, already devouring the food.

“Okay, what’s the plan for tonight?” Luke asked as he leaned back watching his older brothers walk down the stairs towards the kitchen. 

“Dude, I’m too fucking hungover to even think about tonight,” Cole interrupted before he shoved a piece of bacon into his mouth, his face still deep in the hoodie. 

“I’m down for anything,” Quinn mumbled as he added eggs to his plate. 

“I was thinking we could go dancing,” Y/N said quietly as she walked behind Jack, waiting to get some of the food she made. All the boys shifted their gaze towards her, collectively nodding. Furrowing her eyebrows, she met each of their eyes before they all shyly looked down towards their plates. 

“Why didn’t that take more arguing?” she questioned as Quinn walked towards the fridge. Watching him pull the orange juice out and drink it directly from the carton. Her mouth fell open as she shifted her gaze towards Luke who was fighting a grin forming to his lips.

“Because you got your heart broken so we’re going dancing if that’s what you want to do,” Jack expressed as he walked backwards towards the dining table. Taking in a deep breath, a small smile formed to her lips.

“Thanks guys,”

~~~

The pregame for their night out started an hour ago and she was the only one getting ready because the boys were waiting until last minute. Which never failed because they were used to planning everything perfectly for their pregame fits. A groan fell from her lips as she stared towards the two outfits in front of her. 

One was a skin tight black dress that had a deep cut down the center of her body; practically revealing everything. She’s worn it to dance clubs before and has always felt so hot wearing it. 

The other one was a corset top with a tight black mini skirt. An outfit she often wears to the parties in New York. She’s gotten in trouble a few times from Henry wearing it; too slutty in his eyes. 

But she couldn’t decide which one to wear. She peaked her head out of the bedroom, “I need a man’s opinion!” she shouted. All of the boys shot up to their feet, no hesistation. Each of them holding beers in their hands as they continued down towards her room. Somehow all five of them were able to lay on her bed and stare towards her closet that had the outfits hanging up.

“I can’t decide which one will make more men dance with me tonight. So which one is hotter,” she questioned, cringing at her own question but the boys were surprisingly helpful. They shared glances as she watched each of them scan the outfits, then scan her frame. 

Suddenly, a wave of nausea coursed through her body, regretting asking the question to begin with. 

“Can you try them on?” Cole asked. Jack smacked his hand hard against Cole’s arm. “Ow! Damn,” he groaned out.

“Off fucking limits, you know that,” Jack scolded pointing towards him with his beer.

“I meant-like-how am I supposed to figure out what’s the hottest, if I can’t see them o-on her,” his voice got quieter as he spoke. The boys began to laugh. 

A grin formed to her lips as she shook her head, “I’ve got Instagram posts in both of these outfits,” she let out and each of the boys pulled out their phones, searching her Instagram instantly. “Are you guys fucking serious?” she asked, laughing. 

“Mini skirt,” all of the boys said in unison as they shifted their gaze towards her. It was awkward at how quick they all replied. Her eyes widened as she laughed; the boys began to laugh too. 

“Okay, thank you. Now leave,” she said shoving each of them out of the door as they practically formed a single file line out of her room. 

It took another hour for her to be done getting ready as well as the boys. They were all practically wearing matching outfits. Their bodies were covered in either a black button down or a black t-shirt. They were all wearing dark wash jeans that could practically be the same brand. 

“Well if I have to be somewhat sober tonight at a night club then I’m gonna need some fucking-” Trevor stopped talking as Y/N walked out of the hallway. Her gaze was on her phone as she was walking towards the dining table to take another shot before they left. The tight black corset top showed off her chest perfectly and the mini skirt showed off her thighs in amazing fashion.

When Trevor stopped talking all of the boys lifted their gaze to see what he was looking at. They were all too stunned to speak. 

She poured out a shot of tequila for herself as she spun around to see them all staring towards her. Her face scrunched up in disgust. They all instantly shifted their gazes elsewhere; besides Luke. He was still staring. He was more subtle than the rest of the boys as he was sitting on the couch that was practically angled in her direction. 

It was impossible not to be attracted to her; literally so stunning everyone had to stop and admire her for a moment. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath as he watched her take the shot. She threw it back and didn’t even flinch at the taste. She placed the plastic shot glass back down onto the counter as she walked towards the group of guys. All of them now, slightly flustered. 

“Anyone call the Uber yet?” she asked as her gaze met Luke’s. He quickly shifted his gaze down towards his lap. His legs were bouncing intensely. She took in a deep breath as she forced her gaze towards the floor. 

“Should be here any second,” Jack said as he lifted his gaze and scanned her frame shamelessly. Watching Jack, she took a deep breath before she walked back towards the dining table. “Wha-what are you doing?” he questioned. 

She poured out another shot, “I’m too sober for all of your eyes to be staring at me like this,” she mumbled before she took the shot again; this time cringing at the taste.

The ride to the club took only ten minutes and in those ten minutes, it felt like every ounce of liquor in her body overtook all of her thoughts. She was sandwiched between Luke and Trevor in the furthest backseats. Her heart was pounding out of her chest as her vision was starting to blurr in front of her. 

Tilting her head up, she met Luke’s gaze. His eyes squinted slightly as he scanned her features. “You good?” Luke asked softly. Looking into his eye, she nodded too confidently. He chuckled as he scanned her features, his gaze lingering on her lips for a moment. “Are you drunk?” he asked barely above a whisper. 

Pursing her lips forward, she nodded. He rolled his eyes playfully as the car was pulled into park outside of the club. 

Cole and Jack slide the doors to the mini van open and climbed out of it. Y/N began to climb out of the car and it was quickly followed by Luke and Trevor. “You got your fake?” Trevor asked Luke barely above a whisper. He nodded. Luke stayed at the back of the line, avoiding being too close to his brothers. 

Without turning back, Jack and Quinn head straight into the nightclub. Cole and Trevor were next and Trevor was definitely not looking forward to being practically sober. Y/N walked towards the entrance with her ID in her hand. The bouncer didn’t hesitate as he let both Luke and Y/N in no problem. 

Luke smirked towards her as they continued into the club. She smiled towards him as she started walking deeper into the night club. She didn’t care if Luke was following her or not. All she wanted was to dance and drink more alcohol. Her hips instantly swayed back and forth to the beat of the loud chest vibrating music. 

She was at the center of the dance floor, nearly bumping into every body possible. She found a spot, just for her and she danced to the music alone. 

It’s been months since she’s felt this free. Sure, it was dancing at the center of a club, surrounded by hundreds of people feeling the same way. It was the first time that she's been single in her early twenties and she was okay with drawing all of the attention she could. God, she loved being the center of attention.

Except it didn’t last long for someone to take a hold of her waist and begin to dance with her. She didn’t mind, her whole intention for the night was to get close and sweaty with random strangers. His hands glided along her stomach as he grinded to the beat against her. She ran her hands across the top of his as she continued to grind with him to the beat.

She was with him for a while, several songs had past as he tried to move things along with her. Her body was running hot as her body was erupting in goosebumps with his slow slick movements along her frame.

His hands began to brush her hair off of her neck. Slowly, she spun around, allowing his hands to rest very low on her waist. Looking up, she saw a complete stranger. Her hands slipped from his shoulders as she began to walk away from him, sauntering away. 

Her eyes connected with Trevor’s, he was sipping from a glass with a clear liquid. She knew it was water because once someone is assigned the sober job; they take it seriously. Clenching his jaw, he brougth the tiny red straw towards his lips as he took a small sip. He watched her wander towards the bartop. 

She walked up towards the bar, smiling widely towards the bartender. His eyes widened as he leaned against the counter to hear better. “Tequila shot!” she shouted. He nodded as he leaned back and began to pour the liquid into a tiny glass. 

“Starting a tab?” he asked and she nodded, handing him her card. He went over to the computer and started typing a few things. But she didn’t care as she took the small glass and tossed it back. Burning her throat on the way down, but it felt so good. The added courage gave her full permission to really let everything lose. 

All she wanted was to feel close with someone. She wanted her heart to be jumping into her throat, her body vibrating from the music. She craved the feeling of a stranger’s lips against hers. Maybe even more.

There was an attempt to slide back into the center of the dance floor. Except her gaze landed on Cole and Jack dancing Jersey Shore style. Cocktails were in their hands as they were dancing back and forth. Jack’s eyes lit up as he saw her walking towards them. 

“Y/N!” he shouted but it was barely audible as the music was so loud. She smiled widely as she let out a long drawn out breath as she began to dance again. The boys were laughing loudly. 

It didn’t take long for another guy to slide behind her. Jack and Cole shared glances as they fought off a laugh rising in their throats. They began to dance away from them; knowing that Trevor was keeping an eye on her. The two boys continued to dance towards the bar, as their drinks were running low. 

After a few minutes, she got bored as the man had no sense of rhythm so she continued deeper into the crowd. 

Lifting her gaze, her eyes met Luke’s. He was watching her from afar. He slowly brought the cocktail to his lips, finishing the drink. He set it down on a random table as he tilted his head back. His eyes were still watching her. His tongue dragged across his bottom lip as he fought a smirk forming to his lips.

It could have been the seven shots of tequila in her body or the strobing blue and white lights in the club but her heart jumped into her throat. Pursing her lips forward, their eyes remained connected from across the night club for a moment. Shyly, she dipped her gaze towards the floor. The pounding music made her vision blurred.

Lifting her gaze, she looked towards his direction to find him gone. A frown formed to her lips. As the song changed she slipped deeper in the crowd in search of him. 

It didn’t take long to find him because he was searching for her too. They bumped into one another, giggles falling from their lips. His hands rested onto her hips to stablize her. She looked up towards him meeting his gaze. He smirked as he scanned her features as he bit his bottom lip.

His hands glided towards the small of her back. Her hands landed on his chest as she smirked up towards him. His eyes lingered on her lips for a second but it was so dark she couldn’t tell.

He leaned down towards her ear, “Wanna dance?” he asked before he pulled his head back. She smiled as she slowly spun around, allowing her body to be pressed against his. 

It was instant that their bodies moved in sync as he wrapped his arms losely around her stomach. His fingers delicately traced against the small section of exposed skin just above her hip. Her body erupted in heat as she pressed her head back against his chest as they were moving along to the beat of the song.

Her hands rested on top of his hands as she glided along his skin. Her breathing matched his as the beat of the music was pounding into her chest. He slowly took a hold of her hair and carefully pushed it off of her neck. Her hair fell off of her shoulder. The delicate touch against her neck sent shivers down her spin. His lips were hovering beneath her ear. 

“Hey,” he whispered into her ear. She smiled widely as her heart began to pound hard against her chest. 

Tilting her head back, her eyes shut as she allowed herself to melt into his arms fully. His fingertips graze along her exposed skin along her hips. 

Something about being in his arms felt so right, his lips grazing the skin along her neck, the way his hands dragged along her skin, the way his body moved with hers. It was right, had to of been. 

At least the seven shots of tequila told her so.

His lips brushed against her skin and she slowly spun around. His hands remained on her frame, they were loosely on her lowerback. She rested her hands onto his shoulders as she slowly glided her hands up his neck into his hair. 

Leaning towards him, their noses bumped into one another as they were breathing heavily. A smirk formed to his lips. He pulled her tightly towards him, their chests were pressed against one another as she was doing everything in her power not to kiss him. 

His hand slipped beneath her tight corset top; desperate to feel more of her skin. The small section between her mini skirt and her corset wasn’t enough for him.

Her fingers tugged his hair slightly as she tilted her head to side, nearly allowing him to kiss her. But he didn’t, his lips were hovering over hers. 

“Luke,” she whispered into his ear, he tilted his head back to meet her gaze. Her fingers slipped from his hair, down his neck. A smirk formed to her lips as she slowly stepped back away from him. His hands tried to keep a hold against her body but she stepped away from him. 

Maintaining eye contact, she took several steps back; winking towards him. He chuckled as he shook his head, while fighting a grin forming to his lips.

Her body instantly ran cold as she remerged into the crowd, her eyes met Trevor’s for a second before she continued towards the bar. Her breathing was still heavy while she missed his body pressed against hers.

She was sitting on her couch finishing up her flashcards for her hardest final exam. She was on the last page of her study guide and notes and only had eight flashcards to make left.

She began to hum along to the country song playing in the background as she continued to write the details onto her card. There was a loud knock against her door and she slowly climbed off of the couch. 

Y/N walked towards the door and pulled it open to see Luke waiting for her with Chinease food takeout in his hand. She smiled softly as she stepped aside letting him in. “Can you take a break?” he asked softly as he held up the comically large paper bag. 

“I think I can for a little bit,” she teased as she pointed towards the tiny dining table. He happily walked towards it and placed the bag onto the table.

“Okay, so I ordered practically everything, but it's like a buffet style so we can eat whatever we want,” he explained as he began to pull out each of the containers. She smiled softly as she sat down and looked towards him excitedly. “Hopefully this can make studying easier for you,”

“Thank you. Definitely in need of this,” she mumbled as she opened the first container, it smelled amazing. “Holy shit,” she mumbled as she held her hand towards Luke as he handed her the plastic set of silverware.

“Right?” he said excitedly as he placed the paper bag onto the floor before he opened the egg roll container and took one out. “How is studying going by the way?” he asked before he took a bite.

She tossed her head back as a groan fell from her lips. He chuckled with a mouthful. “I am this close to dropping out and becoming a stripper,” she let out, only slightly joking. His eyes widened as he stifled a laugh.

“I’d watch,” he muttered, causing her to kick him beneath the table as she laughed. “I mean you gotta support local–”

“Do not finish that sentence Luke Hughes,” she warned through a laugh.

“Fine, fine. How about I help you study instead?” he offered before he tossed the rest of the egg roll into his mouth. Y/N stared towards him suspiciously. “You realize I also went to college right? I’m not like Jack who barely attended high school,” he explained. 

“You say that like you didn’t just drop out,” she explained teasingly.

“I didn’t drop out, I finished off the semester early. You know because the whole life long dream of playing in the NHL happened. No big deal or anything,”

“Right, completely forgot,” she said sarcastically. “Okay, but if you distract me, then you have to leave,” 

“Got it,” he mumbled before he took a different container and opened it up.

For another hour, they both feasted on everything that Luke bought. It was definitely too much food but she was happy that she wouldn’t have to buy groceries for several days. 

He waited on her bed as she finished making the last of her notecards. He was scrolling on his Twitter feed, reading different posts regarding the league. She took the large stack of cards and walked towards him and handed them over towards him. He stared blankly.

“Okay, you and I definitely study differently,” he muttered as he took the stack and began to flip them back and forth. “Um, am I reading the definition or term?”

“Definition first and then once I have it down, we’ll do term,” she explained. He nodded slowly while he kept staring at the stack. “Unless you actually don’t want to help me,” she teased.

“Nope, I’m ready whenever you are,” he muttered. She hummed as she sat down on the couch, looking towards him expectantly. He began to read the lengthy definition waiting for her to answer.

She answered incorrectly, confidently, and they both realized it was going to be a long night. “I hope you didn’t have plans tonight,” she mumbled as she met his eye from across the room. He smiled towards her.

“My calendar is wide open,” he said with a grin.

It had been several hours later. Luke didn’t complain once the entire time they studied together. He didn’t hesitate when she got the same term wrong for the fifteenth time. Simply, told her the correct answer and went on. At this point, she was pacing back and forth in her tiny apartment. It was her attempt of trying to speed up the mesmerization process. 

He was watching her pace back and forth as he was laying on his stomach. He was kicking his feet back and forth slowly as she continued to pace. “Why don’t we take a break?” he asked as he placed the notecards in front of him. She shook her head as she stared towards her ceiling trying to think of the answer. 

“Okay, we’re taking a break,” he mumbled.

“Luke,” she whined as she stopped short.

“You will not remember any of this if your brain is short circuiting,” He said while standing up from the bed. He took steps towards her, meeting her eye. “Let’s go take a walk,” he mumbled as he examined her tired features. She nodded as she let him take the lead. 

“Maybe we’ll stop and get some hot chocolate or something,” he expressed as he took a hold of her jacket and held it out towards her. She mumbled a ‘thank you’ as she began to cover her frame with it.

“Okay,” she let out softly as she met his eye once more. He pulled the door open and they both began to walk out side by side. 

At first they didn’t say anything as they walked out of the apartment and down the stairs. They would share awkward glances as they would squeeze around the tiny staircases and the small door that led to the lobby.

They stepped outside and it was surprisingly cold as they began to walk down the busy sidewalk. Luke shoved his hands into his pockets as he glanced towards her. She was so beautiful, he’s always recognized that.

“Are you doing okay with everything?” he asked softly.

“I just want to pass this last exam,” she said simply, very clearly thinking about something else. He continued to look over her features, nearly bumping into someone in the process. 

“Anything else on your mind?” he asked barely above a whisper. She took a deep breath as she kept her gaze ahead. 

“I just wish I was good enough,” she explained. His eyes widened as he continued to look over her side profile. She contemplated on explaining further, lifting her head up, she met Luke’s light eyes. His desperation to make her feel better is evident in his gaze. “I want to be good enough,” she mumbled as her lips quivered. 

“You are more than enough, Y/N. He’s a fucking idiot for not thinking so, you have to know that,” he explained as he took a hold of her arm. He pulled her back, forcing her to face him. Her lips continued to quiver. “You are gorgeous and smart and kind and you make everyone laugh. I mean you should really do a comedy tour. You are beyond perfect,”

She scanned his features and took a shaky breath. Swallowing hard, she nodded. “You laugh at everything,” she said barely above a whisper. He chuckled softly while shaking his head. He pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her tightly. 

“I do not laugh at everything,” he let out softly as he ran his hand through her hair for a moment.

Taking in a deep breath, she shut her eyes. “Thank you, Lukey,” she mumbled as her entire body softened against his body.

~~~

It didn’t matter what time she got back or the amount of alcohol in her system; she was always the first one awake. Although, she was definitely violently hungover. She was sprailed out on the couch with three blankets covering her frame. She had a large Yeti cup of iced coffee that she was sipping dramatically to try and fix the headache she was dealing with. 

Trevor entered the hallway, his head deep inside of a hoodie. He smirked once he saw her. “Didn’t think I’d see you awake until this afternoon,” he teased. She rolled her eyes, shutting them harshly as her entire head felt like it was going to fall off. “Have you eaten anything yet?” he questioned as he walked towards the kitchen.

“No,” she forced out as she took in a deep breath.

He nodded as he was quickly putting a bagel into the toaster. He glanced towards her for a second as he walked towards the living room.

“Do you remember last night?” he questioned.

Did she remember last night? 

She hasn’t stopped thinking about last night. Her mind keeps replaying the moment she nearly kissed him. The feeling of her heart beating so hard she was scared it would explode in her chest. Her fingers in his hair, his hands touching her skin, the feeling felt so perfect and so right.

Yet it was so wrong. He was her best friend’s little brother. Jack’s little brother. Family has always been off limits and she was always off limits to him. Jack would lose every once of trust and love he had for her if she got with his little brother. So wrong but she can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss him. Or to be that close to him every night. She needed him, that’s all she knew.

“Y/N, hello?” Trevor asked, nearly too loud for her liking. Her aspirin wasn’t working as fast as she would’ve hoped.

“Yeah, yeah, I remember it,” she mumbled, shyly.

“You remember drinking half a tequila bottle,” he asked as he continued walking towards the couch. He met her gaze, a teasing grin on his lips. 

She furrowed her eyebrows harshly as she covered a blanket over her face, “Do you really think I would look like this if I didn’t?” she mumbled. A loud laugh fell from his lips as he plopped down beside her.

“So you remember dancing with Lukey then,” his voice got softer. She kept her face hidden as she felt her entire face scrunch up nervously. “Y/N?” he asked softly. Slowly, she pulled the blanket from her face meeting Trevor’s gaze. She hummed. “Girl, come on, everyone knows your off limits but Luke? That’s-”

“I know!” she let out. 

“He’s Lukey!”

“I know!”

“Jack would be so mad,” Trevor let out barely above a whisper.

“ I know, Trev! I’m gonna talk to him,” she mumbled.

“Jack?” Trevor questioned as the toaster popped the bagels out. He shot up from the couch.

“N-no Luke, I’ll tell him that last night was a drunken mistake,” she mumbled as she took a deep breath. 

“I’m just-” Trevor mumbled as he began to smear peanut butter onto the bread. 

“I know,” she mumbled as she took another sip from her iced coffee. Trevor walked back towards her with a plate. He handed it towards her and she smiled widely. She sat up slightly as she took a hold of the plate and instantly began to bite into the bagel.

There were loud footsteps climbing down the steps, both Trevor and Y/N switched their gaze towards Luke who was climbing down the steps. His face was hidden by his hoodie as he walked directly towards the kitchen. He wasn’t even looking towards the couch, he was in desperate need of food. 

Her gaze lingered on him. Her heart jumping into her throat as she felt her breathing stagger slightly. Her eyes were stuck on him. He was intoxicating and she was in trouble as she watched him from a far. 

Trevor watched her watch him, a smirk forming to his lips before he stood up from the bed. “Try not to throw that up, I’m going to go shower,” Trevor said loudly as he wandered back down the hall towards his bedroom. 

A chuckle fell from her lips before she bit into the bagel again. Luke wandered towards the living room, biting into a uncooked bagel of his own. He smiled softly once he saw her. 

“Good morning,” he mumbled through a mouthful. Squinting her eyes slightly, she stared towards him suspiciously. “Are we going to talk about it?” he asked bluntly after swallowing his food. Her eyes widened as she shook her head. He nodded, “Okay,” he said simply before he walked back towards the stairs.

“Wait, that’s it?” she questioned as she sat up slightly, placing her food onto the coffee table. He spun on his heel to meet her gaze. “You’re not going to try harder to talk about it?”

He chuckled. “Uh no-you’re the one that wanted to dance with me so, if you don’t-”

“Um, if I remember correctly you’re the one that asked,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“You were the one that was making eyes at me-”

“Eyes at you!” she let out appalled. He chuckled as he took a step towards her. “Now that is ridiculous,” she teased. All he did was purse his lips forward and nod. “It was a drunken dance that’s all,” she explained. 

He smirked as he nodded, “Yeah,” he let out simply. He walked around the couch and slowly sat down beside her. He met her gaze, “Whatever you say,” he mumbled.

“What does that mean?” she questioned, feeling a grin form to her lips.

“I mean you did almost kiss me, but sure, just a drunken dance,” he let out, a smirk on his lips.

“I did not!” she let out.

“Oh sure, yeah. Definitely not,” he said tilting his head to the side, his eyes squinting slightly. She rolled her eyes playfully before she reached towards the remote. Her aspirin was finally starting to work. 

“I did not try to kiss you,” she said quietly. He shook his head before he stole one of her blankets and draped it over his lap over himself. 

“I didn’t,” she mumbled as she tilted her head to the side, meeting his eye once again. Her gaze lowered towards his lips for a second.

“Are you going to put on Grey’s or not?” he asked softly.

All she could muster up was a nod. He smirked before he was able to bite into his bagel. She rolled her eyes playfully as she reached towards her plate. 

~~~

Once all of their hangovers were done they decided to spend the rest of the afternoon on the boat. Quinn was already on the boat, preparing it. Jack and Luke were setting up the coolers of alcohol while they were waiting for the others to come outside. 

Y/N took a hold of her sunglasses and her Kindle as she started walking outside. She stopped short as she watched Jack shove Luke into the lake. She could hear Quinn and Jack’s laughter from the backdoor of the house. 

It didn’t take long for him to climb back into the boat, his body completely soaking wet. His hair dripping as it was laid across his forehead.

Her heart began to beat hard against her chest as her gaze lingered on his frame, watching the water roll off of his body. His swimtrunks were tight against him. He was tugging at the bottoms, the v-line on his body became more evident as he was adjusting it. He looked good and she was not being shy by the she was staring at him. 

Subconsciously thankful for the fact that her sunglasses hid her gaze.

“Are you sure it was a drunken mistake?” Trevor asked as he stood beside her. Suddenly, she shifted her gaze towards him. She swallowed hard as she subconsciously shifted her gaze towards Luke again. 

“It was,” she mumbled as she began to walk towards the dock. 

“Are you sure because you are staring at him like he’s a piece of meat and you’re starving,” Trevor whispered as he followed after her. She barked out a laugh as she glanced towards Trevor.

“I am not,” she muttered as she walked towards the dock, meeting Jack’s gaze. Her soft smile fading as guilt overwhelmed her features. Jack frowned slightly as he walked towards her, holding out his hand to help her into the boat. “Thank you,” she mumbled. He didn’t say anything as he walked towards Quinn at the head of the boat. 

She sat down in her usually spot and instantly tilting her head back. A sigh fell from her lips as she felt the heat radiate over her skin. 

Cole started jogging towards the dock, “Hurry up asshole!” Quinn shouted through a laugh. He was shirtless as he was carrying a beer and a towel. 

“You guys all left me!” Cole shouted as he reached the boat. He was able to climb into the boat no problem before he sat down beside Luke. Shimming as he tossed the towel beside him before he brought the beer towards his lips. 

“Okay, are we ready?” Quinn asked and everyone cheered slightly. He chuckled as he started driving out into the lake. Luke took a hold of the speaker and started playing music loudly from it. He was leaning towards Trevor and Cole, talking about something. 

Y/N was sitting with her Kindle in her hands, she was trying to find something to read. Jack sat down beside her, practically against her. She lifted her gaze, meeting his eye through her sunglasses. 

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked as he tapped his hand against her thigh before he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Better,” she mumbled. 

He nodded, “Good, I’m glad,” he said as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, “What are you reading?” he asked. She chuckled as she tilted her head against his shoulder. Her gaze shifted towards Luke who was looking towards her already. Once their eyes connected, or he assumed they did through her sunglasses, he shifted his gaze towards his lap.

“I don’t know yet,” she said softly. Her gaze still watching him as he leaned back onto his arms. His abs on fully display. Her mouth nearly fell open but she stopped herself as she looked back down towards her Kindle. 

“Want a beer?” Jack asked as he leaned forward towards the cooler. She shook her head as she selected a romance novel and began to load it up. 

It was a couple hours later and the sun was starting to go down, creating a beautiful sunset over the water. She was no longer reading, only got around fifty pages done. But now she was sprailed out on the back of the boat, laying on her stomach. She was staring towards the sunset. Luke climbed beside her, laying down on his stomach.

Tilting her head to the side, she met his eye. “Hey,” she mumbled. He smiled softly before he interlocked his fingers as he shifted his gaze towards the sunset. Her eyes kept admiring his side profile. His lips were curled upward slightly as he was looking over the pink and orange hues of the sky. 

“I always forget how pretty the sunset is out here,” she mumbled as she forced her gaze towards the sky.

He hummed as he shifted his gaze towards her, scanning her features. “It is isn’t it?” he muttered as he looked at her side profile for a moment before he shifted his gaze back towards the sunset. “I’m glad you came with us,” he let out quietly. 

“I know, I would’ve been so mad at myself if I stayed in Jersey,” she mumbled before she looked back towards him. Their eyes met and her body erupted in goosebumps. His blue eyes were soft and sleepy. “Couldn’t let Henry win again,”

Luke’s mouth fell open as he shook his head. “He hasn’t won a damn thing,” 

“I mean he did shatter my heart,” she looked down towards her hands, twisting the ring on her finger. 

“Shattering your heart is him losing. Why would anyone want to do that?” he said barely above a whisper. Lifting her gaze up, she met his eye; a soft smile formed onto her lips. 

“I don’t know,” she muttered, a pout forming to her lips.

“He lost you and you get to be hot on a lake all summer. I’d say you’re winning,” he mumbled as leaned towards her. She giggled as she leaned towards him slightly too. 

“Thanks Luke,” she let out barely above a whisper. He smirked as he nodded. He tilted his head to look behind him to see the rest of the guys hanging in a circle and laughing; completely ignoring them. “You really think I’m hot?” she asked shyly.

His mouth fell open as a scoff fell from his lips, his eyes trailed her frame. “Are you fucking joking?” he let out while laughing. “Have you looked at yourself recently? I mean you’re literally the definition of beautiful,” his gaze dipped towards her lips for a second before he forced his gaze towards the sunset. 

The music was so loud that their conversation was between them and only them. Except Trevor couldn’t help but notice them. He was smiling softly as he watched them meet each others gaze.

She pressed her lips together as she tried not to laugh. She tilted her head to the side as she fully met his gaze. A soft smile formed onto her lips, “I really needed to hear that,” she mumbled. 

“Of course,” he let out as his gaze dipped towards the grin on her lips.

Cole smacked his hand against Trevor’s arm, pointing towards the pair. A snicker fell from Trevor’s lips as he forced his gaze elsewhere. Jack and Quinn were clueless.

~~~

The next few days were filled with the same day drinking and relaxing on the boat. Their evenings were filled with laying in the living room watching Grey’s Anatomy. The boys were all reluctantly watching it except Luke. He was equally interested especially after Addison was introduced.

Tonight was no different, except they were all in the basement hosting another pool tournament. She was sitting on a table as she was adding up the scores as she stared towards the giant chalkboard beside her. 

“Quinn’s back in the lead,” she said as she smiled widely.

“Let’s fucking go!” he shouted as he raised his beer up in the air. Luke let out a loud groan as he walked towards Y/N and the chalkboard. 

“No way, add it up again!” he begged as he walked up beside her, looking towards the scores. Luke delicately rested his hand on the table directly next to her thigh. Her gaze dropped down towards his hand, a mere inch from her skin. Quickly, she forced her gaze back up towards the chalkboard. 

“I added it three times,” she whined out. He pouted his lips as he looked towards her, meeting her eye.

“Add it differently,” he mumbled, his gaze lowering to her lips.

“Luke,” she let out through a chuckle.

“Sorry Lukey, maybe next round,” Quinn said smuggly as he began to reset the pool table. Luke continued to scan her features for a few seconds before he stepped back.

“I don’t wanna play another round. Cole, wanna help me make a drink?” He looked towards Cole. Without hesitation Cole stood up and followed after Luke towards the stairs. 

“Me neither, I wanna relish in this victory for the night,” Quinn said as he took another sip of his beer. 

“‘Course you do, asshole,” Jack muttered as the both of the older Hughes boys plopped down on some beanbags. They all chuckled as Trevor started heading towards the stairs.

“Y/N, wanna a drink?” Trevor asked as he began to slowly climb up the stairs. She nodded as she hopped off of the table and headed for the stairs. 

“I’ll come with you,” she mumbled as she skipped towards the steps. 

Jack watched suspiciously as he shifted his gaze towards Quinn for a second. Quinn simply shrugged as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

Cole and Luke were still in the kitchen once both Y/N and Trevor reached the top of the stairs. 

“Do you really think that she–” Luke stopped talking instantly as he saw Y/N and Trevor side by side. A frown formed to his lips for a second before he quickly brought his cocktail to his lips. Luke shifted his gaze towards the floor. 

“Want a mixed drink or a beer?” Trevor asked as he walked deeper into the kitchen. 

“Any seltzers, Trev?” she asked softly. 

“White Claw?” he asked as pulled the fridge open. She hummed as he tossed her the drink.

“I’m gonna head to bed,” Luke mumbled before he chugged his drink and placed it into the sink. He met Y/N’s gaze before he climbed up the stairs towards his bedroom. Cole frowned slightly as he watched the youngest Hughes walk away. 

Cole quickly followed after him, “Wait–” he called out as he jogged up the stairs. 

She popped open the drink as Trevor pulled a beer out for himself. “Can I talk to you, Trev?” she asked softly. He nodded as he pointed towards the couch. They both sat down quite far apart but they both covered their laps in blankets. “I think you might be right,” she mumbled.

“About Lukey?” he asked quietly. 

She nodded, “But I can’t tell if my feelings are because I’m still trying to get over Henry or if it’s because I’m ready to move on,” she mumbled.

“Well, if you’re even questioning it, I’m sure you’re ready to start something new,” Trevor expressed, glancing behind him. 

“Jack would kill me,” she let out barely above a whisper, “I mean, it’s his little brother.”

“Yeah but it’s not like he’s a kid, you’re barely two years older than him,” Trevor explained. “I think Jack would be pissed at first but get over it if it means you two are happy,” Trevor brought his beer towards his lips.

She stared down towards the can in her hand, she began bending the tab back and forth. “But it’s Lukey,” she muttered as she met Trevor’s gaze. “Little Hughesy,”

“I don’t know when he became something other than Lukey, but I am worried this is gonna fuck everything up,” she mumbled before she pulled her knees towards her chest. 

“He stopped being Lukey the second he got taller than Quinn,” he let out jokingly. “And got abs, which you seem to enjoy,”

“Trevor,” she scolded while laughing.

He took a deep breath, “If your worried you’ll fuck everything up, just hang out with him more and see if your feelings are real. You know push boundaries a little,”

“Push the boundaries, okay,” she muttered as she nodded slightly.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket as she pulled it out instantly.

Luke: Wanna watch Grey’s in my room in ten?

Her heart began to beat heavily against her chest as she read the message. A small smile formed to her lips as she whipped her phone around to show Trevor. He smirked as he nodded.

“Nice,” he said while chuckling.

“What does this mean?” she asked, her eyes widening slightly. 

“I think it means he’s wondering if you want to go watch Grey’s Anatomy in his room in ten minutes,” Trevor said sarcastically. 

She leaned towards him, shoving him before she stood up from the couch. “You’re such a dick, Trev,” she said as she walked away from him while laughing. He tossed his head back and laughed. She walked towards the kitchen as she sent back a reply to Luke saying she’ll be there soon. 

He sent back a smiley face. Lifting her gaze, she saw a glimpse of Cole and Trevor both heading down towards the basement. She knew that Trevor would find an excuse as to why neither of them were back in the basement.

She finished her drink in a few minutes before she headed towards the stairs towards his room, her heart slamming against her chest hard. She awkwardly raised her hand up and knocked. After a few seconds, Luke pulled the door open a wide grin on his lips.

“Come on, I need to find out if Denny lives,” he said as he waved his hand towards her. She chuckled as she stepped inside of his surprisingly clean room. He shut the door behind her, twisting the lock in the process. 

Without hesistation, she laid down on his bed, climbing under the blanket. He took a fast step towards her, leaping over her to lay on the other side of her. He plopped down beside her climbing under the covers.

He shifted his gaze towards her, running his fingers through his hair. Tilting her head to the side, she met his eye. She fought the smile forming to her lips.

“Your face better not reveal anything, no smirk, no smile. No tears, okay?” he asked teasingly. Her lips curled upward in a grin. “I said no smile, it’s a nice smile, but I said no smile,” he let out.

Her mouth gaped open slightly before she forced her gaze towards the TV screen in front of them. “Just get ready,” she muttered. 

“No talking,” he let out while laughing, she shifted her head to the side to meet his eye again. 

“No talking?”

“No talking if you’re gonna say stuff like that,” he said as he reached his hand over to take a hold of the TV remote. “No spoilers,” he said pointing a finger towards her. Her mouth fell open as she pushed his finger away. A giggle falling from her lips. “No spoilers,” he let out softer as his gaze lingered onto her lips.

“Got it,” she mumbled as she felt her cheeks begin to blush as her skin ran hot. He inched towards her, staring at her lips. Suddenly, she felt herself leaning towards him. Wanting to kiss him, craving his lips. All she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears. 

After a few seconds, she pulled back. “Luke,” she mumbled.

“Yeah?” he let out softly as he leaned away too.

“We can’t,” she mumbled. He clenched his jaw as his head was still tilted to the side, scanning her features. 

“Can’t what?” he asked softly.

“You’re looking at me,” she mumbled, “You can’t look at me.” 

“I can’t look at you?” he asked softly, his gaze lowered towards her lips again. His gaze flickered up towards her eyes again and she shook her head slightly.

“Stop looking at me like that,”

“Why?” he muttered as he inched towards her again. Instead of pulling away, she found herself staring at his lips again. “Because of Jack?” he mumbled. 

It took a few seconds to reply, “Yes,” she said as she shook her head again. Luke took a deep breath as he scanned her features one more time before he forced his gaze towards the TV. He began to pull up Netflix. “Luke,” she mumbled.

“Let’s just watch the show,” he mumbled as he tilted his head back against the headboard. Taking in a deep breath she forced her gaze towards the screen.

“Luke,” she let out barely above a whisper. He tilted his head to the side, meeting her eye again. “I’m sorry,”

He reached his hand over and delicately rested it against her cheek. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked deeply into his eyes. He ran his thumb across her cheek as she leaned into his hand. 

Y/N wanted nothing more than to lean into him and kiss him desperately. Feel his lips on hers and feel his hands roam her body. It was all that she has wanted over the last few weeks. Maybe months.

Still, she couldn’t tell if it was mere attraction or if she was falling for him. She made a promise to Jack and she needed to keep that promise. Off limits.

“I’m gonna cry a lot this episode aren’t I?” he mumbled before he reluctantly pulled his hand back to his side. 

A soft chuckle fell from her lips as she looked back towards the screen as he did the same. “I’m not allowed to talk, remember? That was your rule,” she teased.

“Right, right. My rule,” 

~~~

A week later, Luke and Y/N were getting closer and closer to reaching something. Her feelings for him were definitely more and more prominent. It finally was hitting her that her feelings weren’t mere attraction but she was falling for him. She was sure that Jack could tell. She knew that Trevor was doing his best to keep it a secret.

She was standing in the kitchen, making dinner for all of the boys. They were all hanging on the boat despite it being docked. She peeked out of the window as she stirred the stirfry in the giant pan. She saw Luke walking up towards the house. Her lips curled upward slightly as she waited for him. 

He stepped inside, “I was sent to see when dinner will be done,” he let out as he leaned against the wall, leaning his head against it. She smiled towards him as she took in a sharp breath.

“Few minutes,” she mumbled. He nodded as he pursed his lips forward, “Anything else?” she asked softly. He smirked as he shook his head slowly. “You sure?”

He took another step towards her, his gaze lingering on her frame. Her body was only covered by the lime green bikini and the white coverall.

“Are you drunk?” she asked as she admired the bright red blush on his cheeks. He raised his hand up and shook it side to side. Tilting her head to the side, she fought the grin forming to her lips. “Go before you do something you’ll regret,” she muttered as she pushed him back slightly. 

He chuckled as he took in a deep breath. He reluctantly stepped away, “That’s an amazing color on you,” he mumbled.

“Luke,” she sing-songed. 

“Yeah, yeah I know,” he mumbled before he stepped back outside and jogged down the steps towards the boat. Every so often, he would glance behind him towards the house. 

A small pout fell to her lips as she continued making the dinner. Taking in a deep breath, her heart slowly started to slow down with him gone. 

It took another few minutes before she turned the stove off. She walked towards the door, pushing it open as she stepped out. “Dinner’s done,” she called out before she instantly went back into the house to make her own plate. 

The boys instantly started jumping off of the boat and jogging towards the house. Luke was the last one to enter the house. All of the boys were distracted by getting their plates and finding a place to sit and eat. Luke entered the house, his gaze lingering on her frame. He pursed his lips forward as he took steps towards the stove to make his own plate.

“We haven’t been to the club in like a week, should we go tonight?” Trevor asked before he shoved some food into his mouth. Luke whipped his head around to look towards Y/N. She was already looking in his direction. Trevor glanced towards Y/N for a second before he shifted his gaze towards Cole.

“I mean, I’m down to be sober if you guys want to go,” Cole offered quickly. Luke shifted his gaze towards Cole and nodded slightly. 

“I’m gonna need a nap before we go to any–” Jack said before he began mimicking EDM music. Y/N laughed before she brought her seltzer towards her lips. “But yeah, I’m down,” he agreed.

It took several more hours before any of them were ready to head out. The guys were once again all waiting for her to be ready. She was tipsy as she was finishing getting ready. She was wearing the skin tight dress she didn’t wear last time they went out. She stood in front of the mirror, making sure that everything would stay in place. 

Once she was satisfied with how the outfit looked she left her room, chugging the remainder of her drink. Entering the living room, the boys fell silent as they were all admiring her frame.

“What did I say about staring?” she said simply as she walked towards the tequila bottle on the dining table. A few of the guys cleared their throats and began their conversation once again. 

On the other hand, Luke was still admiring her frame. The dress fit her tightly to the point that every single curve of her body was amplified. He leaned forward as he dragged his hand across from his nose as he continued to stare towards her.

Jack was laughing at something Cole said when he shifted his gaze towards his younger brother. His smile faded slightly as he saw the way Luke was admiring Y/N from a far. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw Luke smile softly as Y/N spun around. Jack clenched his jaw before he brought his beer towards his lips, finishing the drink in only a few sips.

He watched as Luke and Y/N eyes connected. The smile on her lips was small but it looked like it was reserved for Luke. 

“Uber’s almost here,” he muttered as he stood up from the couch and headed towards the dining table where Y/N was standing. Once he reached the table, he took a hold of the vodka bottle and brought it towards his lips. He drank directly from the bottle for a few seconds before he placed it back down. 

Everyone looked towards him in horror. “Was thirsty,” he forced out, sounding like fire was running up and down his throat. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to see the Uber was at the house. “Gotta go,” he muttered, still fighting from the alcohol. Everyone nodded awkwardly as they stood up and began to head towards the door towards the Uber.

“Are you okay?” she asked him as the rest of the guys left the house. 

“Are you fucking Luke?” he asked harshly, looking deeply into her eyes. 

“What?” the word fell out barely above a whisper.

“Are you fucking my little brother?” he asked as he got closer to her face. Her eyes widened as she shook her head.

“No,” she mumbled as she looked into his eyes.

“Don’t lie to me, I’m not blind. I see you guys disappear all of the time,” he said as he continued to scan her features, for the truth.

“We’re just hanging out, Jack, I swear,” she let out as she stepped away from him. He clenched his jaw as he tilted it to the side. 

“We used to do that, what happened to that?” he questioned. She dryly chuckled as she shook her head.

“Are you seriously jealous of Luke?” she asked somewhat harshly. His mouth fell open for a second before he clamped it shut.

“I’m not jealous of Luke,” he said simply. 

“Then why won’t you believe me that we’re just hanging out?” she threw her hands to the side. At first Jack didn’t reply. He stared towards her, frowning slightly. “Jack!?”

“Because have you seen the way he looks at you?!” he yelled out. “I mean even all the way back to April, this kid is in love with you and I don’t need you breaking his heart!” he explained loudly. 

Pulling her head back, she blinked slowly as she took in a shaky breath. Her gaze lowered towards the floor. Pressing her lips together, she nodded. “You’re my best friend Jack. I won’t let anything change that,” she muttered before she tilted her head back, blinking back the sudden wave of tears hitting her eyes. 

“Y/N,” he let out barely above a whisper. 

“They’re waiting on us,” she said as she pulled the door opened and stormed out. She stomped down the steps as she walked towards the Uber seeing Trevor sitting in the front passenger seat. 

She walked up towards the door, pulling it open.

“Woah, occupied,” he said while raising his hands up. 

“Get out, I’m not sitting next to Jack,” she said simply. Jack started walking down the steps slowly.

“Sit next to–”

“Trev,” she let out simply as she met his eye. It took him a second before he understood what was happening. He nodded as he unbuckled the seatbelt and climbed out of the seat. Delicately resting his hand on the center of her back for a moment before she climbed into the passenger seat. Trevor opened the back door, shrugging slightly as he climbed over Luke towards the backseat. 

Jack was quick to climb over Luke as well as sit beside Trevor and Quinn in the furthest backseat. Luke tilted his head back, meeting Jack’s gaze, mouthing, “Are you guys okay?” 

Jack shook his head as he tilted his head back against the headrest. The Uber took off towards the club, awkwardly turning the music up in the process. The drive didn’t take long and they were quick to all climb out. Y/N didn’t wait for anyone before she started heading directly towards the entrance. It looked as though flames were practically coming out of her body as she stormed away.

Jack stood outside of the car staring towards her walk into the club. “What did you do to piss her off?” Quinn asked as he smacked his hand against Jack’s upper back. Jack glanced towards Luke; who was walking towards the club entrance with Cole beside him. Trevor was awkwardly glancing between Luke and Jack.

“I accused her of leading Lukey on,” he said while meeting Quinn’s gaze. Jack watched Quinn’s eyes go wide.

“What, like, Luke has feelings for her or something?” Quinn questioned. Trevor’s eyes widened as he swallowed hard. Watching Luke and Cole enter the club no problem.

“More like I think she has feelings for him and I basically called her a slut, so that’s why she’s–” he stopped talking as he tossed his hands to the side. 

“You called her a slut?” Quinn asked flabbergasted.

“No! No, I told her that I don’t want to see Luke’s heart get broken,” he mumbled as the three of them all started walking towards the entrance to the club. 

“Like that’s the only option if they get together? They could be happy, you know,” Trevor expressed as he pulled out his ID from his wallet. Ever since the first night at the club, he’s been rooting for them like crazy. 

“They’re not getting together,” Jack said as he flashed his ID towards the bouncer. He nodded allowing the guys to enter the club.

“Why do you care so much?” Trevor asked as he began walking backwards to meet Jack’s gaze.

“Because I don’t want to lose my best friend. If they break up, I’m choosing my little brother,” he explained as they started walking deeper into the club. It was starting to get too loud to talk without shouting into each others ears. Jack shifted his gaze to see both Luke and Y/N standing at the bar waiting for their drinks.

“Are you okay?” Luke asked as he leaned towards her, his lips brushing against her ear. He pulled back, trying to meet her eye but her gaze remained ahead. His eyebrows furrowed as he leaned towards her to ask it again; instead their shots were placed in front of them. 

Without hesitation, she brought the shot of tequila to her lips and threw it back. She placed the glass upside down. Luke’s eyes widened slightly before he took the small glass and took the shot himself. He swallowed it with much difficulty, his entire body reacting as he placed the glass upside down.

She took a hold of his shirt and began dragging him into the club. Luke smirked as he followed along. But instead of stopping at the center of the dance floor she kept going. She kept dragging him, shoving through several groups of people in the process. Luke was shouting, asking where they were going but she was determined to take him somewhere private. 

They reached a secluded hallway, probably for the bathrooms. The music was still loud but was much quieter in that section. She pushed him against the wall before she crossed her arms over her chest.

“You have to stop!” she shouted, finally meeting his gaze. He pulled his head back, frowning. “We can’t do this anymore,” she let out as she continued to scan his features.

“We’re not doing anything!” he let out while shaking his head. His eyes softened.

“The flirting! The looking at me! It has to stop, okay we can’t do this!” she said as she dropped her gaze towards the floor.

“Why?” he let out, taking a hold of her arm delicately.

“Because Jack knows and we haven’t even done anything yet! So we have to stop!” 

He shook his head as he clenched his jaw repeatedly. “Why does Jack get more say than me?”

Her mouth opened and shut as her heart was pounding so hard against her chest, it was nearly louder than the music. She looked deeply into his blue eyes. The blue light from the club was over his skin, making his blue eyes look dark.

“He’s my best friend, okay? Jack, Quinn, Trev, Cole, you.” her voice faded slightly as she dropped her gaze towards his chest, “You guys are all I have okay?! So if us getting involved makes me lose all of that, then I can’t. I can’t do that,” she said while holding back her tears that were trying to form in her eyes.

He nodded as he admired her features. Her eyes were teary as she was staring towards his chest, the top two buttons were unbutton, revealing his collar bones and some of his chest muscles. She was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. He’s thought that his whole life. No one ever compared to her and no one will ever compare because she was everything. 

He loved the way her lips would curl up slightly any time he said something dumb. Or the way she danced slightly while cooking; even if there was no music. Or the way her love language was touch, even as kids. She was always the first to initiate a hug or rest her head onto his shoulder. 

She was always the center of attention, loved having eyes on her. But right now, all he’s wanted was to be the only guy that gets to look at her the way he is now. Like she is all that matters. 

They were close but she wouldn’t meet his gaze, unsure if she could stop herself if she did.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about what it’s like to kiss me,” he said softly. 

Lifting her gaze up, she met his eye. “Do you really think that I would be doing this if I could stop thinking about it? We can’t,” she said as she forced herself back. Their eyes were still connected before she began to walk away from him.

“Y/N,” he called out.

She spun around, meeting his eye again, “Luke, we can’t,” she said while shaking her head. 

He reached towards her, taking a hold of her waist as he pushed her against the wall. Her eyes widened slightly as she rested her hands onto his chest for stability. “Luke,” she mumbled.

“If you can’t stop thinking about it, then kiss me,” he whispered as he leaned down against her ear. He pulled back, taking a delicately hold of her chin. Scanning her features, his gaze admiring her lips.

“Luke,”

“If you can’t stop, then kiss me,” he whispered again as he lifted his gaze to meet her eye. Her breathing quickened as she swallowed hard. Her hands were still pressed against her chest.

He was so close that if she breathed differently, their lips would connect. She was desperate to feel his lips against hers. Her hands gripped his shirt for a moment as she continued to look into his eyes. 

“Kiss me,” he mumbled. Her gaze flickered back down towards his lips.

After another second, she reached up and took a hold of his cheeks. Pulling him towards her, their lips connected instantly and desperately. His hands glided along her hips and rested on her lower back. 

He pulled her tightly against his body. Her hands glided from his cheeks towards the base of his neck. Her entire body erupted in flames. It was as if every ounce of tension in her body faded as she continued to kiss him.

Her fingers began to glid through his hair as a breathy moan fell from her lips. Everything was perfect, everything was right in this moment; his body pressed against hers and their lips connected.

There was a passing second that she thought that this would be okay. Jack would get over it and her and Luke could be happy together. Nothing else mattered right now, nothing else other than Luke.

Slowly, she pulled away. Her fingers tugged at the ends of his hair. His nose bumped against hers, as he leaned towards her desperate for her lips again. Their lips connected again as a moan fell from her lips. 

His hands lowered on her frame gliding along the curve of her ass as he reached for her thighs. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she leaped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands were gripping her thighs tightly.

Several minutes past as they were in their own little world, not caring who could be watching. All she needed was him, that’s all she knew. 

“Luke,” she mumbled against his lips. He hummed against her lips, sending a vibration to course through her body. Tilting her head back, he leaned towards her desperate for her lips again. “Wait-” she said through a giggle. He smirked as he reluctantly tilted his head back. He tilted his head to the side as his gaze was on her lips.

They were both breathing heavy, her hands glided from his hair towards his cheeks. “We can’t,” she mumbled as she dragged her thumb across his cheeks. He clenched his jaw as he met her gaze. 

He slowly put her back down, his hands glided up the same path they took before. Her hands glided from his cheek down his chest. Adjusting her dress on her frame, he soon rested his hands onto her lower back. He leaned towards her, kissing her softly. 

“I know,” he mumbled against her lips as she slowly slipped away from him.

He didn’t stop her as she began walking deeper into the night club. He stood in the secluded hallway, watching her slip away into the crowd. He clenched his jaw before he took a deep breath. He dragged his hand across his nose before he dropped his gaze towards his feet. 

He needed another drink. He needed many drinks.

~~~

Tensions were high for the next few days after that. She was considering on leaving because Jack wouldn’t talk to her and she was avoiding Luke the entire time. She stayed in her room for an entire day, claiming to be violently hungover. Which was not entirely wrong because she was in fact, violently hungover. 

She was laying in bed, staring towards the screen. She was debating on what to watch. She clicked on Grey’s Anatomy, since that’s what she’s been watching this summer. It felt wrong without Luke. 

Almost on cue, there was a loud knock on her door. She muttered a come in as she rolled over to see who was walking into her room. Luke stepped inside, quickly twisting the lock behind him.

“What are you doing?” she asked quietly. He took a deep breath as he sat down on the mattress. 

“I should be asking you the same question because what is that?” he let out as he pointed behind him towards the TV. She smirked as she shook her head slightly.

“What are you doing, Luke?” she asked as she scanned his features. He smiled softly as he rested his hand beside her thigh. 

“I’ve missed you,” he mumbled as he pursed his lips forward, “And the other guys all went out with some girls they met the other night. So here I am,” 

Her eyes widened, “You missed me?” she asked teasingly.

“Well, you’ve been hiding in your room for days so, yes I’ve missed you,” he explained as he leaned towards her. 

“I haven’t been hiding,” she mumbled as she scanned his features. 

“Oh really, what have you been doing?” he asked as he tilted his head to the side.

“Enjoying some peace and quiet,” she mumbled, “And some Grey’s,” she felt her chest get heavy as she continued to look into his eyes. “They left us alone? I can’t believe it,” she said sarcastically. 

He chuckled as he climbed over her, laying beside her. “I think Jack’s exact words were ‘try not to have sex while we’re gone’,” Luke said jokingly. 

“Well, he won’t have to worry about that,” she muttered as she pressed play on the TV. He chuckled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“And how are you so confident about that?” he mumbled as he tilted his head to the side. He met her gaze, a smirk on his lips. 

“Because–” she trailed off as her gaze lowered towards his lips, “Stop looking at me,” she said while fighting off a grin. He chuckled as he inched towards her. “Luke,” she mumbled.

“I can’t stop,” he mumbled as he reached his hand over and took a hold of her cheek. He pulled her towards him as he kissed her desperately. A gasp left her lips before she began to deepen the kiss. The tension in her body faded as she tossed the blanket from her frame.

She thought about it for a second before she slowly climbed onto his lap. He took a hold of her thigh as he helped her. Her hands landed on the base of his neck as she began to twist the small curls. His hands were delicately running along the exposed skin of her thighs.

After several minutes she finally mumbled out, “We’re not having sex,” against his lips between kisses. Luke let out a soft chuckle.

“Okay,” he mumbled, a small smile forming to his lips. He tilted his head back against the headboard as he admired her features.

“This is why I was hiding,” she mumbled as she scanned his features. She ran her thumbs across his pinked cheeks.

Leaning towards her, he pecked her lips. “Thought you weren’t hiding,” he teased. Her lips fell into a pout as she continued to run her fingers through his hair. He raised his hand up and dragged his thumb across her bottom lip. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she mumbled as she looked into his eyes. 

“But you want to,”

“Luke,” she said as she tilted her head to the side. She wanted to say more but every thought she had disappeared as she leaned towards him, kissing him desperately again. His hand glided to the base of her neck. 

“Y/N,”

“Can we not talk?” she mumbled and he nodded before he pressed his lips against hers.

~~~

She was pacing back and forth in the hallway in front of Trevor’s room. She had to tell someone because she can’t spend the remainder of her time at the lakehouse stuck in her room. Someone had to know because she spent majority of her night last time making out with Luke and she was feeling guilty.

Guilty because she hated that she was doing it behind Jack’s back but it was perfect. Luke’s perfect and she was tired of pretending he wasn’t.

A gasp left her lips as Trevor stepped out of the room. “Oh my god!” he shouted as he stepped back placing his hand against his chest. She jumped back. “What are you doing?” he asked in a hushed tone. 

“Can I talk to you?” she asked quietly. He nodded suspiciously as he pointed behind him. “Great, thanks,” she muttered as she walked into his room. He laughed as he shut the door.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked somewhat teasingly as he sat down on his bed. She began to pace back and forth in front of his bed. His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to watch her back and forth. 

She took a deep breath as she stopped short and met Trevor’s gaze. “I need you to be a girl right now, this conversation won’t work if you react how you normally do,” she explained while looking into his eyes urgently. He nodded slowly. 

“I can be a girl,” he said confidently.

“Okay,” she said breathlessly, “The other night at the club, I made out Luke,” she explained. 

He chuckled and raised his hand up, “Nice!” he said. Her eyes widened while shaking her head. He cleared his throat and lowered his hand, “Right, be a girl, right,” he nodded before he began to talk again with a higher pitched voice, “Oh my god, that’s amazing. What was it like?” 

“Trevor, come on,” she whined out. 

“Seriously! What was that like!?” he asked, his voice back to normal.

“It was amazing but it can’t be amazing because Jack would never speak to me again if he found out,”

“That’s not true,” Trevor said.

“It is true because I did it again last night,” she said shyly. Trevor’s eyes widened as a grin formed to his lips. 

“Please high five me,” he said while holding his hand up again. Clenching her jaw, she reluctantly high fived him. 

She sat down beside Trevor, criss crossing her legs. Pressing her lips together, she took a deep breath. “I’ve never been kissed like that before,” she mumbled. Trevor smile softened as he met her gaze.

“I gotta ask,” his voice was quiet as he glanced towards his bedroom door, “This doesn’t seem like it just started this summer,” he shyly looked back towards her. 

“We hung out a lot while Jack was in the playoffs,” she said simply as she pursed her lips forward. 

“I was heartbroken and lonely. Luke didn’t know anyone else out here and was lonely too. I don’t know when it happened but he stopped being Jack’s little brother and Little Hughesy and he was just Luke,” she expressed.

“So you’ve had feelings for him for a while then?” Trevor questioned, squinting his eyes slightly.

“Maybe? I don’t know,” she forced out as she tapped her fingertips against her calves. He nodded while he tried to meet her eye. “I just like being around him,” she mumbled.

“You also like kissing him apparently,” Trevor teased. Her mouth fall open as she pushed him. He fell onto his elbows while chuckling.

“Yeah I do,” she let out softly, “He’s really good at it,” she continued.

Trevor fell onto his back while laughing. He covered his face with his hands, “That’s the line! I didn’t need to know that,” he muffled out through his hands. She tilted her head back laughing.

“Do you really think Jack can get over this, if Luke and I get together?” she asked, switching the tone to serious quickly. 

Trevor pulled his hands away from his face as he slowly sat up. He dragged his hand across from his chin as he swallowed hard. “I think he would be pissed longer if you two keep hiding it from him. You also should figure out what is going on with Luke before you tell Jack anything,” 

She nodded as she stared towards her lap, taking everything in. “Okay, yeah–figure out what’s going on first,” she repeated as she kept her gaze towards her lap. Trevor stared towards her, pursing his lips forward.

“You clearly have feelings for him, so just tell him that,” 

“I think he already knows,”

“You think?” 

“Yes, I mean I think it’s obvious,” she muttered. 

Trevor threw his head back laughing. “He’s a Hughes, they can’t pick up on clues if they were written in a giant billboard,” Trevor explained. Her mouth fell open as she rolled her eyes playfully.

“I mean I told him that I couldn’t stop thinking about him, I think that’s obvious enough,” she said while laughing. Trevor’s lips fell into a pout as he tilted his head to the side. “Stop,” she whined as she pushed him back again. 

“Go talk to him,” he said while delicately pushing her off of the bed. She stood up and took a deep breath as she walked towards the door. 

“Wish me luck,” she muttered before she snuck out of the room. 

Shutting the door behind her, her legs suddenly felt heavy as she started walking towards her room. Y/N pulled her phone from her pocket to text Luke to meet her in her room. Lifting her gaze, she saw Luke walking towards her. 

Her eyes widened as her heart began to pound hard against her chest. 

“The pizza place doesn’t deliver so Jack and Quinn went to go pick it up,” he explained as his eyes trailed her frame for a moment.

“Perfect because we need to talk,” she said simply as she turned towards her room, she opened the door and slipped inside. Quickly, Luke followed her inside; a soft grin on his lips in the process.

“Yeah?” he asked softly as he shut the door behind him, twisting the lock in the process. Slowly, she turned around to meet his eye as her lips fell into a pout. His eyes widened as he rested his hands onto her hips. She lifted her gaze as she looked into his eye. “What’s going on?” he asked while scanning her features.

“I hate this,” she mumbled as her voice broke. His eyebrows furrowed harshly as he panickly looked over her features. 

“What?” he asked barely above a whisper.

She swallowed hard before she practically leaped towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him urgently. He wrapped his arms around her lower back as he kissed her back hesitantly. He slowly stumbled towards her bed. 

Her legs hit the mattress. He slowly loosened his grip around her body, she returned to her feet as their lips were still connected. 

Her fingers ran through his hair as she slowly moved her hands against his cheeks. She ran her thumbs across his cheeks, feeling the heat radiate from them. His hands were on her lower back, pulling her towards him hesitantly. 

“I’m getting mixed signals here,” he mumbled against her lips. Slowly, she pecked his lips one more time before she slowly pulled away from him. She met his blue eyes for a second as she sat down on the bed. Looking up towards him, her lips fell into a pout again. 

He sat down beside her, wrapping his hand around her waist. His fingertips were delicately tapping against her hip. Tilting her head to the side, she met his gaze. She took a deep breath.

“You’re right,” she mumbled. He scanned her features, waiting for her to continue. “I want this. I want you and I hate that I do because you are the one person I shouldn’t want. I hate that I am sad when you’re not around. I hate that I haven’t stopped thinking about you and I think–I think you haven’t stopped thinking about me too,”

“I haven’t,” he let out.

She looked deeply into his eyes, nodding slightly as her lips curled upward for a moment. “Is this just physical or is this something else? Because I can’t tell and I don’t know if it’s because of my trust issues or what el–”

He reached his hand over as he took a hold of her cheek. He dragged his thumb across her skin for a moment. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked into his eyes. “I want you, I want everything,” he expressed as he leaned towards her, pressing his lips against hers delicately. “I need you,” he mumbled against her lips.

Reluctantly, she pulled back to meet his gaze. “Really?” she asked barely above a whisper. He hummed and she smiled softly. “Okay,”

“Okay?” he questioned as he raised his eyebrows. She nodded as her smile widened. He giggled softly before he wrapped his arms around her tightly. A giggle fell from her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She fell onto her back as he was still holding her tightly against his chest. 

He lifted his head up from the crook of her neck as he leaned down and kissed her urgently. She hummed against his lips as her fingers began to run through his curls. They slowly adjusted their position, she was laying completely on the bed as he was on top of her. Their lips not separating for a single second.

In that moment, everything was perfect. His lips on hers as her hands were roaming his body. They were together and everything was the way it should’ve been. 

He pulled his lips away from hers as he began to trail his lips along her jawline. He lowered them down her neck taking a moment to glide his hand up her shirt. Delicately running his fingertips along the side of her waist. 

A hushed moan fell from her lips as he trailed his lips back up towards her lips. He pressed them against hers sensually as his hand hiked up her shirt slightly on her frame. 

Arching her back into him, she allowed him to begin to pull the shirt from her frame. Instead, he smirked as he climbed down her frame, pressing wet kisses against her stomach. She took a hold of the ends of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Tossing it to the floor, she glanced down towards Luke.

She grinned as she tilted her head back. He hummed against her skin, sending electricity all over her body. A sudden gasp fell from her lips as she stared towards the ceiling. He pulled his lips away from her frame as he sat back, tugging his shirt from his body. He tossed it to the floor.

Her eyes lowered towards his abs and he smirked slightly as he climbed back on top of her. “What?” he asked innocently. She shook her head as she pursed her lips forward. She slowly ran her finger tips down his chest, tracing each line of his muscles. Her eyes widened slightly as she watched his body tense under her touch. 

“Very nice,” she mumbled as she lifted her gaze back up meeting his eye.

“Yeah?” he asked teasingly as he leaned down and kissed her delicately. “Yeah?” he asked again against her lips. She hummed as she raised her hands up and began to run her fingers through his hair.

There were loud knocks against her door and Luke quickly fell away from her. “Jack and Quinn just pulled into the driveway. You better get yourselves together!” Trevor shouted from outside the door. Luke stared towards the ceiling breathing heavily. 

“Fuck,” she mumbled as she jumped off of her bed as she leaned down to take a hold of her shirt. Luke slowly stood up from the bed, reaching for his shirt as well. “You can’t say anything until I talk to Jack,” she let out as her breathing started to quicken. “You promise?” 

He nodded as he walked around the bed quickly. He leaned towards her, kissing her urgently. He rested his hands onto her waist, “I promise,” he said as he pulled away. She walked away from him as she took a deep breath.

Unlocking the door, she pulled it open to see Trevor standing there. He had a grin on his lips as he had his hand up for another high five. 

Rolling her eyes she walked past him, “I am not high fiving you again,” she let out while laughing as she continued down the hall. Her hands were running through her hair and fanning her face; trying to pretend she wasn’t all flustered. She met Cole’s gaze as she walked towards the couch. He smiled softly towards her before he looked back down towards his phone.

“Don’t leave me hanging, Lukey, this is awesome!” he said excitedly in a hushed tone. Luke glanced down the hall towards Y/N but she was already in the living room. A smirk formed on his lips as he high fived Trevor. 

“Can’t talk about it until she speaks with Jack, alright?” Luke whispered. Trevor nodded quickly as he pointed towards the hallway. They began to walk side by side as they heard the door being pushed open. 

Quinn was carrying two boxes and so was Jack. “Where’s my tip?” Jack said happily as he strutted inside the house. Quinn shook his head while following Jack.

“I fucking drove, dude,” Quinn said while laughing. Jack didn’t respond as he rested the pizza boxes onto the counter. Quinn placed his boxes on top of Jack’s. Luke looked towards Y/N as she was staring towards her lap, she was tapping her fingertips against the top of her thigh. Luke took in a deep breath as he walked towards the kitchen with the other boys. 

They all began to take slices of pizza and placing them onto their plates. After a few seconds, they all walked away and headed towards the living room. Luke took a few slices and placed it onto a plate and he walked towards the living room. He walked directly up to Y/N and handed her the plate. Looking up towards him, a soft smile formed to her lips.

“Thanks,” she said softly. He nodded before he walked back towards the kitchen to make his own. Jack glanced towards the pair, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. He pursed his lips forward as he tilted his head back slightly. 

Y/N shifted her gaze towards Jack just when he was looking towards her too. He nodded slightly before he happily bit into his food again. She took a deep breath as she bit into her food. 

~~~

The following morning she was waiting for Jack to emerged onto the main level of the house. She was sitting in the living room a coffee mug in her hand as she was scrolling through her Tiktok.

This was the first time in months that she’s felt this happy, maybe in years. Her entire body was physically more relaxed. Every ounce of tension in her body was gone. Well maybe not every ounce. She was still so nervous to tell Jack. But something about last night told her that maybe it would be okay. 

She heard steps from the stairs and she lifted her gaze to see Luke walking downstairs. He was sleepily rubbing his eyes. Y/N smiled softly as she watched him climb down the steps. Luke pulled his hands away from his eyes. He grinned widely as he saw her on the couch. 

“Good morning gorgeous,” he said as his voice rasped. He walked towards her while looking into her eyes. 

“Morning,” she muttered before she took a sip of her coffee. He stood behind her looking down towards her. She tilted her head back as he leaned down towards her delicately pressing his lips against hers.

He pulled away, “Are you talking to Jack today?” he asked softly. She nodded slowly, “Good because I might have already told Quinn,” her eyes widened, “He’s on board, he’s cool,” he reassured before he pecked her lips. She chuckled as he leaned back. 

“I am going to talk to him this morning,” she said as she took a shaky breath. Luke hummed as he walked towards the kitchen to make some breakfast. 

After a few more minutes, it seemed like all of the boys woke up at the same time and walked down towards the main level. Quinn walked down the steps smirking towards Y/N as he stifled a chuckle. She pursed her lips forward as she looked back down towards her lap. 

Slowly, she stood up from the couch. “Uh–Jack?” she let out. He lifted his gaze from his phone, meeting her eye. “Can you come with me, we’re out of tequila an–and other alcohol,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, sure,” he said as he stood up. The other boys shared glances as she walked towards the door. She took a hold of her purse that was on the side table. She took a hold of the keys inside of the bowl. Jack met Luke’s gaze for a moment before he followed Y/N out of the lakehouse.

It took a few minutes before she pulled out of the driveway. Her entire body felt weak but she needed to tell him. She couldn’t move forward with Luke if she didn’t tell Jack.

Jack was in the passenger seat, trying to find a playlist to play. He decided on his country playlist, the playlist he would usually pick. He leaned over and turned up the music.

Jack furrowed his eyebrows as she took a left instead of a right. “The liquor store is that way,” he said pointing behind him.

“I’m going to talk and you are going to listen,” she said simply, “Which is why I am taking the long way,” she explained.

“Okay,” he said suspiciously. 

“I think,” she paused as she tapped her finger nervously against the steering wheel. “I think you think that I’m leading Luke on,” she started. Jack sat up straighter, staring towards her side profile. “Or that this is a summer fling but I–” she paused again as she pulled up to a red light.

Y/N looked towards Jack and he was listening intently. 

“I have feelings for Luke,” she let out slowly as she met his gaze. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest as his face didn’t change. 

“I think I’ve had them for a while but I am not sure because everything with Henry messed me up really badly. And he was there which is not your fault you were busy in the playoffs and–” she paused as he pointed ahead of him. She took a deep breath as she started driving ahead.

“I was lonely and he was lonely; and I loved spending time with him. But I didn’t think it was feelings until we danced together while we were extremely drunk.” she paused as she took a sudden breath. “I tried to stop my feelings, I shoved them down and I kept my distance but he is impossible to stay away from because he is charming. He is cute and a great kisser.” she explained rushly. 

Her mouth fell open as a wave of nausea coursed through her body. 

“I mean it was only a few times but now I think we’re serious like possibly he might be my boyfriend. We didn’t put a label on it. But I wanted to tell you so badly because you are my best friend and he’s your little brother; and I know how protective you are over him and I won’t hurt him. I’ll never hurt him or–or you,” she explained.

For the first time in possibly minutes, there was a silence. Jack’s lips curled upward as a chuckle fell from his lips. “Can I talk now?” he asked slowly. She nodded dramatically as she kept her gaze straight ahead, even though she was at a red light. 

“I’m not blind, you know,” he began, “I think I knew that you and him had feelings for each other when I was getting my ass handed to me in Raleigh. Any time I called Luke, you two were together hanging out. I just thought that he was cheering you up but I think you two were falling in love.”

Her eyes widened slightly as she kept her gaze ahead. He chuckled.

“These lakehouse trips are the only times I see all of my favorite people in one place. I was watching my little brother take my best friend and I was mad. So I yelled at you,” his voice got quiet, “I’m really sorry. But if Lukey makes you happy and you make him happy. I think I can be happy too,” he explained. Her lips curled upward as she pulled into the parking lot. “But I’ve got rules,” he began.

“Okay,” she said while laughing. 

“First rule,” he cleared his throat, “I don’t want to see it. Hands, mouth, keep them to yourself. Second rule, I share custody of both of you. I get time with Lukey and I get time with you. Third rule. When it’s all three of us, I’m not the third wheel; there better be no evidence that ya’ll are together. Fourth rule–”

“Four rules! Are you kidding!?” she said while laughing. He smirked while rolling his eyes.

“Fourth rule,” he let out slowly, “I don’t want details. That thing about my little brother being a good kisser, I didn’t need to know that information. We’re best friends but I don’t need to know,” he explained. 

She tilted her head back and laughed. After a few seconds, she unbuckled her seatbelt and shifted her body to face him. Leaning her head against the headrest she met Jack’s gaze. Her eyes softened.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked barely above a whisper. 

He nodded, “I’ve never seen my little brother so happy and just so happens, I’ve never seen my best friend so happy. So yeah, I’m okay with this,” 

~

They both returned to the house, carrying several bags of alcohol. They were smiling and laughing as they stepped inside. “Our alcohol!” Cole cheered as he stood up and jogged towards the door. He took a hold of a few of the bags to lighten Y/N’s load. Luke lifted his gaze, a hopeful smile on his lips as he met Jack’s gaze. 

Jack didn’t change his face as he continued walking towards the kitchen with his bags. Luke’s face fell as he lowered his gaze towards his lap. 

“We nearly cleared all the shelves,” Y/N joked as she placed her bags onto the countertop while Cole and Jack placed theirs on the dining table. 

“Almost but we are drinking all day today, okay. Get some shots in your bodies now,” Jack teased as he walked towards the living room. Luke stared blankly ahead his heart slamming against his chest. Y/N stood by the dining table, looking towards Luke expectantly.

Luke watched as Jack walked towards him. Jack smiled softly as he patted his hand against Luke’s shoulder, “Your girl’s waiting on you, come on,” he said, a teasing grin on his lips. 

“My what?” Luke let out softly. 

“Your girlfriend over there,” Jack teased as he tilted his head to the side in the direction of Y/N. Luke smiled widely as he stood up from the chair, he faced Jack. Luke looked into his eyes.

“Are you cool with this?” he asked softly. Jack smiled as he reached up and wrapped his arm around Luke’s shoulder. On his tippy toes, he began to walk with Luke towards the dining area.

“I am cool with this but I have rules,” Jack announced loudly. Everyone else began to pay attention too. 

“Aw nice! You told him, this is great,” Cole cheered before he tossed back a shot of vodka. 

Y/N smiled towards Luke as she leaned against the dining table. 

“I have exactly four rules,” Jack said as he pulled away from Luke and stepped beside Cole and took a hold of one of the tiny shot glasses.

“Get ready,” she teased as Luke walked towards her. Delicately resting his hands onto her waist.

“First rule! No hands!” he waved his hands towards them. Awkwardly, Luke pulled his hands away from Y/N’s body, stifling a laugh. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked into Y/N’s eyes. “No mouths, I don’t wanna see it,” Jack said before he tossed the shot back. He shook his head. 

“I second that rule,” Quinn encouraged before he tossed back his own shot.

Jack continued to list the remainder of the rules. Everyone else nodded along with each rule. They agreed to every last detail. Jack was animated with dramatic hand gestures in the process. All Luke could do was laugh. 

“So basically, you want us to act like nothing ever happened?” Luke asked with a grin on his lips. Jack nodded while crossing his arms over his chest proudly. Luke shifted his gaze towards Y/N, raising his eyebrows slightly. She nodded very discreetly. “Oh, so you don’t want to see this?” he asked teasingly as he delicately rested his hands on her lower back as he leaned towards her, kissing her urgently. 

“Stop it!” Jack shouted while laughing. “Already breaking the rules!” he yelled as he pushed Luke away from Y/N. All of the other boys started laughing and wolf whistling. 

Luke kept his hands onto her waist as he leaned his head against her shoulder. She reached up and rested her hand against his neck. 

“Too much, too soon. I need more alcohol,” Jack let out while shaking his head, still laughing. Quickly, Jack poured himself another shot. “Someone take a box or a bottle, let’s get on the boat. So I don’t have to be watching this,” he mumbled as he took a hold of the vodka bottle and began walking out of the lakehouse. 

All of the other guys laughed along as they followed him out of the house.  Each of them taking a box of seltzers and leaving Luke and Y/N alone. He smirked before he leaned towards her, kissing her desperately. She giggled as she leaned away.

“Hey,” she mumbled as she ran her thumb across the side of his neck. 

“Hey,” he muttered as his gaze lowered towards her lips. “His rules are stupid, right?” he asked as gaze remained on her lips. She nodded before she leaned towards him, kissing him desperately. 

“Come on, before we get into trouble,” she mumbled against his lips. He smiled softly as he reluctantly stepped back. He held out his hand towards her and she happily took a hold of as he guided her towards the exit. 

~Three days later~

He was laying shirtless on her bed, only a pair of black sweatpants covering his frame. She entered her room a towel covering her frame. Her eyes widened as her grip tightened around her towel. 

“Luke! What the hell!” she said as she looked over his frame. He smirked as he did the same. Pressing his lips together, he fought a grin forming to his lips. 

“Hey,” he said simply as he leaned back on his elbows as he continued to admire her. 

“No hey, you are in my room and I don’t have clothes on,” she said while walking towards the closet to find something to cover her frame. Luke stood up from the bed excitedly. He stepped towards her excitedly, a smirk toying to his lips.

“Um, you know,” he swallowed hard as he scanned her frame. His cheeks started to pink up. “Boyfriend’s tend to see girlfriend’s without clothes,” he let out shyly. Her eyes widened as her mouth fell open. She tried to stop herself from laughing. 

“Well, boyfriend, if you think that this is the first time you’ll see me naked then you are strongly mistaken,” she let out teasingly. His lips fell into a pout as he continued to scan her frame. “Turn around and close your eyes, please,” she let out smiling. He smirked as he slowly turned around and closed his eyes.

“Thank you,” she sing songed. She dramatically dropped the towel towards the floor.

“Now that’s just mean,” he said as he chuckled. She reached into her closet and took a hold of her matching pajama set. It was pink and silk and she quickly covered her frame. She ran her hand across her stomach. It was a thin tank top with a pair of loose shorts.

“You are so dramatic,” she said as she ran her hand across the center of his back. He tilted his head back as he swallowed hard. “So cute but very dramatic,” she mumbled. He chuckled dryly, his eyes still closed. 

Slowly, she took a few steps to face him. Delicately, she ran her hands across his chest. His body tensed under her touch as he bit his bottom lip. 

She glided her hands from his chest up to his shoulders before she landed on his neck. Her thumbs ran across the sides of his neck as she leaned up towards him and pecked his lips. 

“Can I open my eyes,” he asked softly. She hummed and he opened his eyes slowly to meet her gaze. He reached his hands towards her resting on her waist. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he mumbled before he leaned towards her kissing her urgently. 

He leaned down as he took a hold of her thighs. Instantly, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. 

Her hands ran through his curls as she deepened the kiss. Delicately, he lowered her down onto her bed as he climbed on top of her. A giggle fell from her lips as he pulled away, meeting her eye. “We’re not having sex in this house,” she said as she ran her hand across his jaw.

“I know,” he muttered as he leaned towards her as he pressed his lips against her jawline. Tilting her head back, he lowered his lips down her neck, trailing wet kisses.

Her breath caught in her throat, “I–I mean it, Luke,” she mumbled as she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip. He pulled the strap of her top off of her shoulder as he continued to lower his lips. 

He slowly began to suck against the skin beneath her collarbone. He dragged his tongue across the heated skin as he tugged at the ends of her top. “Luke–” she let out breathlessly. 

He hummed against her skin as he lifted his head up to meet her gaze. He glided his free hand along her side as he dipped his hand beneath the thin fabric of her tank top. “You can’t be doing this,” she muttered as she ran her fingers through his curls. 

He smirked as he pecked her lips. “You cannot be kissing me like that,” she let out as she looked deeply into his eyes.

“Why not?” he asked softly as he leaned down and kissed her softly. She whined against his lips, he chuckled as he smiled as he pulled away. 

“Because…” she trailed off as she scanned his features, “You just can’t kiss me like that,” she mumbled. He smirked as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. A muffled moan fell from her lips as he kept the pace slow. His hands were delicate as he glided along the skin of her stomach before he delicately tugged at it. 

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked as he pressed his lips against the corner of her lips. She took a deep breath as he kissed her jawline.

“No, don’t stop,” she mumbled breathlessly. He smirked against her skin as he continued to lower his lips along her skin. “Fuck,” she mumbled as she tilting her head back as she shut her eyes. 

There was a loud knock against her door and Luke lifted his head as he clenched his jaw. Her lips fell into a pout as she let out a groan. “There’s a fifth rule! No sex while we’re under the same roof!” Jack shouted from outside the door. 

Luke laughed as he rolled onto his back while shaking his head. He took a deep breath. He reached towards her, taking a hold of her waist and pulled her towards him. She smirked as she rolled onto her side as she rested her head into the crook of his neck.

“Oh my god, he’s going to be so annoying, isn’t he?” she mumbled as she pressed her lips against his neck.

“He’s going to be awful,” Luke let out while laughing.

[whirlpool-blogs]

and you know what else. why did trevor zegras go live on a sports podcast and when the host said ‘hey man I like your hat’, trevor’s first response was ‘thank you. it’s jimmy’s favorite hat’. and when the host misunderstood this as trevor borrowing one of jamie’s hats, trevor clarified ‘no no it’s still my hat. but jamie likes to see me wear this one. it’s his favorite to see on me. that’s why I wear it.’ and the podcast host was so baffled he didn’t even know how to continue down that line of conversation so he just completely pivoted to a new topic. what was that all about

[quinnerisms]

| tzjd + ‘some protector’ by Role Model

[kawhh]

Mic'd up Z Picture Day | Trevor Zegras

[hughes-your-daddy]

showing up

pairing: hughes brothers x hughes sister reader x trevor zegras

summary: you make your broadway debut but three people are missing

finally, you’re debut of elle woods in legally blonde on broadway. you take a deep breath hearing the orchestra play the final number, ready for curtain call. you had friends and family in the audience tonight and now was the first time you would be able to see them after the show.

you hear your cue from the stage manager, before running onto the stage right front and centre hearing the audience cheer and clap. you scan the crowd spotting your mom and dad next to trevor, you burst out into a grin before noticing the three empty seats next to them.

your smile drops for a millisecond before remembering you’re in front of a crowd before you take your bow, motioning for the rest of the cast to join you in a group now before heading off stage, waving to the audience.

you make your way quickly to your dressing room trying to hold back the tears, before slamming shut the door. you can’t help but let the tears fall, mostly out of sadness but a little it out of anger. you always showed up to their events, matches, ceremonies yet they didn’t even bother showing up for your broadway debut, one night out of their whole life, that’s all you asked for.

you quickly wipe your tears, realising your still in costume and makeup before, slipping off your clothes and hanging them up. quickly slipping on some sweats and a hoodie, you sit at your vanity and quickly remove your makeup before heading down to wigs.

giving a quick smile to your wig technician, you let them take out the pins, removing your wig and mice pack before sending you off for the night.

you head back up to your dressing room, some of your friends saying congrats as you go by. you quickly pack up your stuff and slip on a coat and a woolly hat, before sliding on your backpack and heading out to see everyone.

you sign out at stage door before exiting seeing a crowd of people, who cheer at the sight of you. it brings back some happiness for you as you go along the barrier taking some pictures and signing play bills before your spot your family and trevor.

security let them pass to be with you, trevor coming over to you straight away.

“you were incredible baby.” he whispers, before he pulls away, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and holding out a bouquet of flowers for you.

“thank you.” you smile at him but by the look on his face, he knows exactly what your thinking.

“oh my little girl.” ellen coos, pulling you in for a hug followed by jim.

“hi mom, dad.” you smile, your dad holding on a bit longer.

“they wished they could have been here.” he whispers before you pull away.

“i don’t wanna talk about them.” you say, looking down before security usher you all into a cab to head back to your apartment.

“y/n honey.” ellen starts, “i booked a restaurant tonight, but would you rather us maybe get takeout?” she asks, you look up at her from your flowers sending her a small smile.

“i’m sorry.” you say tearing up. trevor’s arm tightens around your shoulders, a few silent tears falling.

“don’t be sorry sweetie, we’re so proud of you ok? i think takeout would be perfect.” jim says, a small smile appearing on your face.

“yeh, takeout sounds good.” you say giving a sad laugh.

you get to your apartment complex and jump out the cab, trevor grabbing your bag before heading up. you unlock your apartment, heading inside and dropping everything by the door. they had already dropped all their stuff off at your apartment since they were staying with you so everyone went off to get changed.

you lead trevor into your room, flopping onto the bed with a massive sigh. trevor moves across the room quickly stripping of his shirt and trousers, pulling on some sweats and a training camp tshirt, before flopping down beside you.

“you really were incredible tonight, can’t believe my baby is a broadway actress.” trevor smiles, leaning on his elbow, his other hand brushing his thumb along your cheek.

“thank you for coming.” you sigh, rolling over to bury your face in his chest. he falls back, cradling the back of your hair. yous lay like that for a few minutes, grounding each other before you pull yourself up, looking trevor in the eyes.

“why didn’t they come?” you ask and he looks at you, trying to find some words, “you don’t know.” you nod, getting up, but not moving far before a hand on your wrist stops you.

“hey baby, come here.” trevor calls, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling you to stand between his legs, his hands wresting on his waist. your arms move to link together behind his neck, fingers messing with the hair at the bottom of his neck.

“baby, look at me.” he taps your waist, causing you to life your eyes up to meet his.

“all i know is that they couldn’t get away from their schedules, but that doesn’t mean they don’t love you ok?” he says and you can’t find a response.

“i drop everything for them.” you quietly let out, before breaking out into tears. trevor pulls you onto his lap, rubbing circles on your back as you cry into his shoulder.

“shh, y/n, breathe for me baby.” he soothes, gently swaying you. your cries dim down to sniffles when you pull away wiping your nose, trevor’s hand coming up to wipe your cheeks.

“now give me a smile pretty girl, it’s your debut.” trevor smiles, pressing his forehead to yours, a small laugh coming out. “how about we head out, order some takeout and watch a film yeh?” he asks and you nod, getting off his lap, before wiping your eyes and taking a deep breath.

you lead him out to the living room where your parents are waiting, changed into some comfier clothes. you settle next to your mom, tucking your legs under yourself, before trevor sits next to you, arm going around your shoulders.

your dad orders the takeout, just some chinese food from a local restaurant and turning on some random film, which you end up falling asleep during, considering how tired from the show you are.

the next morning, you wake up, wrapped in trevor’s arms who’s still asleep. checking the time you see you can lounge for a little longer before having to get ready and head to the theatre.

you turn around cuddling into trevor’s chest, the movement waking him up.

“mmh, morning baby.” he says, morning voice in full effect.

“morning.” you smile, seeing his eyes flutter open and meet yours. he leans down giving you a soft kiss before pulling away and flipping yous over, so he’s on top of you.

“look whos clingy today.” you laugh, feeling him smile into your neck.

“well i’m gonna be lonely today until i see you tonight.” he mumbles, pulling his head out of your neck to rest in between your breasts.

“you have tickets for tonight right?” you ask, seeing as he booked as many nights as possible until he has to head back to anaheim.

“yes ma’am, what can i say? i’m your biggest fan.” he smiles, kissing up your neck to meet yours lips once again, pressing deeper this time for a minute before you pull away.

“as much as i love this, and you. i need to get ready.” you sigh, trevor rolling off of you to let you go.

you quickly shower, throwing on some workout leggings and one of trevor’s hoodies before packing your bag for the day including snacks and your massive water bottle.

trevor follows, also getting ready as he’s gonna explore the city whilst your gone. you walk hand in hand to the theatre, giving him all the secret food spots you love found the past couple of months living here. you get to the theatre going round the back to stage door, before he pulls you into a hug.

“i love you, good luck for tonight yeh?” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your head before your lips.

“mmh, i love you. i’ll see you later.” you smile before signing in for the day.

it’s a pretty usual day, apart from receiving some gifts for your opening night, going through vocal and physical warmups before heading for some private singing sessions.

you also do some press for the show, making some videos and tiktok’s to be uploaded before it rolls around to 5pm, meaning it’s time to get ready.

you do your wig prep, putting in pin curls and securing your wig cap before starting makeup. you make sure to powder the hell out of your base, as it was nearly coming off yesterday before finishing by with some setting spray and heading down to wigs.

they add the mic pack to your wig cap, securing the mic on your forehead before placing on the iconic blonde elle woods wig. you thank the team before heading up and getting in costume.

you continue doing some vocal warmups once in costume before hearing the beginners call, heading to stage ready for your entrance.

the show went great, possibly even better than yesterday and for the second time you’re waiting side of stage for your cue to go on for bows. you smile knowing trevor’s waiting out the for you and run on at the stage managers cue.

you smile, instantly seeing trevor in the front row, right in the middle, sending him a little wave before bowing, and motioning for the cast to join you.

that’s when you notice it.

jack, luke and quinn, sat alongside next to him. you bow as normal, not letting the audience notice your shift in emotion and head off stage once again to your dressing room.

what the fuck? showing up a day late to the biggest day of your life, it would have been better if they had just stayed home.

you do your normal routine, costume off and into comfy clothes, makeup off and wig off before going back up to your dressing room to grab your stuff to head out.

you push open your door, just to freeze in place. your three brothers stood waiting.

“y/n you were once-“ quinn starts but you stop him.

“no, no. you don’t get to just show up here after you promised you’d be here for my debut.” you say looking between each one, seeing their faces drop.

“we’re really sorry, we got caught up in new jersey.” jack says, looking down feeling very guilty.

“doing what?” you ask, crossing your arms, waiting for a reply from one of them.

“playing hockey?” luke says hesitantly, before you scoff, pushing past them to grab your stuff.

“it’s always hockey.” you say, throwing stuff into your bag, “hockey this, hockey that, hockey all the fucking time.” you shout before you give up leaning on your desk, tears falling.

“bugs, come here-“ quinn starts again and you just snap.

“stop it.” you shout turning around and pushing his hand away from your shoulder.

“you don’t get to do this,” you start, wiping your cheeks before looking at each of them, “i drop everything for you guys. i come to games, award shows, hell, i even moved my birthday because it fell on your draft jack.” you bitterly let out, watching each of them look at the ground.

“i asked for one night, that’s all. i couldn’t care if you jetted back off to wherever you need to be afterwards, i just asked for you to come see me perform, and you’d can’t even do that?” you asks, seeing luke look up, tears in own eyes.

“i love you guys yeh? your my brothers, but it makes me feel real shitty when you’re missing this stuff. to see three empty seats in the theatre when you were supposed to be there. yous didn’t even message.” you say, your voice wavering as you give up being angry at them, the sadness hits you.

“y/n im so sorry, we’re really sorry.” luke fumbles before crashing into your body, hearing him let out soft cries on your shoulder.

you freeze for a minute before wrapping your arms around your younger brother, realising how guilty he feels.

“i’m really sorry.” he keeps repeating, as you hear his breathing pick up.

“hey lukey, you gotta breathe for me.” you say softly, feeling his breathing start to match yours. you always felt closest to luke even though you were furthest away in age, being born in between quinn and jack. when he was born you instantly felt the need to protect him, from the horror of the world. now seeing him like this, you begin to feel like you were too harsh on him.

“i’m sorry, for saying that-“ you start, quinn cutting you off this time.

“no,” you hear him sniffle himself, “no apologies, what you said was true, we haven’t been here for you like we should have.” quinn says, luke pulling away to look at you.

“yeh, quinn’s right. w-we should have been here.” he says, still catching his breath. you look between him and quinn seeing the guilt in their faces, before noticing that jack hadn’t said anything.

you look over to him, seeing his head down low.

“jack? are you ok?” you ask hesitantly, seeing him lift his head up, eyes red.

“you don’t hate us do you?” he says quietly and you quickly move over to hug him tight.

“i could never, as much as yous annoy me,” you let out a small laugh, the others doing so as well, “but that doesn’t mean i’m not upset.” you say pulling away and wiping a tray tear from his cheek.

“you have every right.” jack says a sad smile on his face. you send him one back before turning to look at quinn, seeing him hands in his pockets not sure as to what to do.

“come here.” you laugh, opening your arms for quinn to hug you.

“you really were incredible,” he whispers, tightening the hug, “can’t believe my little sisters a broadway star.” he smiles, causing you to pull away and laugh.

“hey, you guys better watch out, yous aren’t the only superstars now,” you smile, the others laughing, “how about, we head back to mine and have a movie night yeh?” you ask, arm still around quinn’s shoulder.

“oh, we got you this.” quinn quickly says moving out of your hold to grab a small gift bag. you take it from him, revealing a small box.

“we each got a gift from mom and dad on our draft days. you know, me cufflinks, jack watch and luke suit. so we wanted to get you a little something.” quinn explains watching you open it to see a small necklace, a small diamond in the middle.

“wow, this is really sweet you guys.” you smile, before luke butts in.

“flip it over.” he says excitedly, you shoot him a confused look before doing as told, seeing ‘Q,J+L’ engraved on the back.

you hold back happy tears, smiling “i love, really.” you say before pulling them in for a group hug.

“but really now, we should head home, i’m so tired.” you break the hug.

they nod, luke grabbing your backpack before you make your way out, deciding to skip stage door today and head straight home.

the car ride was filled with all three of them gushing over every part of the show, before pulling up to your apartment.

you walk inside dropping your stuff at the door seeing trevor stood at the kitchen island, opening boxes of pizza.

you smile walking over, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“hiya baby.” he smiles, arms wrapping around your back, “incredible as always baby.” he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before you look up resting your chin on his chest.

“i’m gonna head to bed, i think you need this night with your brothers.” he whispers, thumbs gently rubbing up and down your back.

“thank you.” you whisper back, kissing him on the lips this time.

“i’ll be there whenever you’re ready ok?” he asks before grabbing his stuff and retreating to your room.

“pizza and movie?” you ask them, the three nodding with smiles. they quickly head off to get changed, while you take the pizzas over to the living room and setting up the tv.

they all come out, dressed in sweats and hoodies, joining you on the sofa. luke immediately joins you at your side, quinn on the other while jack lays next to luke.

luke’s head falls onto your shoulder as you feel the emotional exhaustion that he’s going through.

you bring up an arm pulling him in around his shoulders, feeling him finally relax it seems.

“i’m not angry, i promise.” you say, rubbing his back comfortingly.

“i know, i just feel guilty, it’s horrible.” he mumbles, looking down.

“i know.” you say, resting your head on top of his.

yous end up watching some disney film, completely destroying all the pizzas. luke quickly falls asleep, understandably after the last couple of hours he’s had. once the movies finished, you notice quinn has also fallen asleep, so you check jack who quickly heads to the kitchen when you look at him.

your brows furrow as you carefully peel yourself away from the other two to follow jack. you walk in seeing him leaning his hands against the counter, head down.

“jack?” you say gently, seeing him quickly look over his shoulder before turning back, wiping his face.

“oh hey bugs, just um, getting a drink.” he fumbles, looking for a glass before you stop him, hand in his wrist.

“jack, tell me what’s wrong.” you say stern but softly, causing him to turn and look at you, eyes red raw, most likely from crying and rubbing them.

“i just,” he starts taking a breath, “i feel like i failed as a brother. you know, you’re my older sister, i’ve looked up to you my whole life yet, i-i feel like i’ve been the most horrendous brother.” he breaks down right infront of you.

you immediately take him in your arms, his sobs breaking the silence through the apartment. you cradle the back of his head with one hand, the other bobbing his back as he bends down to your small figure, burying his face in your neck.

“you didn’t fail me jack, i promise.” you say, taking a minute to ground yourself before speaking, “do you know how proud i am of you?” you ask, pulling him up to look at you.

“everything you do, i couldn’t be more proud of jack and that tells me i did my job as an older sister,” you smile seeing a small appear of him face, “sure i was upset you didn’t come yesterday, but you came to see me today,” you smile, wiping his cheeks with your hoodie sleeve, “and trust me, i am very lucky to have three brothers who would do that for me.” you say, jack taking a deep breath.

“and you know how i know that you didn’t fail?” you ask and he shrugs pushing his hair back out of his face, “because you feel like this.” you say and he lets out a small laugh.

“it’s true, if yous didn’t feel guilty or sad then id know you didn’t really care but i can see that you do care, probably a little too much.” you smile, causing him to hug you again.

“we really love you y/n.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you guys too,” you smile, before untangling yourself from his arms, “but we need to blow up some beds for you guys cause mom and dad are already set up in the guest room.” you say, him nodding before following you.

he wipers his face one more time as you make it to the living room, seeing quinn stacking pizza boxes, luke laying across the couch still asleep with a blanket tucked around him.

“he’s out like a light huh?” you say, moving across to brush some curls out his face.

“thought it would be best to leave him to sleep, energise a bit for tomorrow.” quinn smiles, pulling you into a hug.

“what’s tomorrow?” you ask, moving your head to look up at him.

“i’ve booked us a full day of activities as it’s your off day tomorrow.” quinn smiles, kissing your forehead before moving to put the pizza boxes in the trash.

you move across the living room, pulling out a double blow up bed, setting the small air pump to work seeing it work.

“i’m gonna make some tea, you want any?” you ask, jack shaking his head no, before you move back through to the kitchen, seeing quinn already standing, stirring some tea.

“hiya bugs.” he smiles, taking out the spoon and holding the mug out to you. you take it with a small smile, leaning back against the counter.

“you feel guilty.” quinn says, sitting on the counter opposite you, pushing his hands into his hoodie pocket, hood up.

“yeh a little, both my younger brothers have broken down in my arms because of what i said.” you state plainly, taking a sip to break eye contact with quinn.

“it’s fine to feel guilty, but every word you said was very much justified.” quinn nods, as you feel tears spring back to your eyes.

“i didn’t even give yous a chance to explain though, like what if yous had a legitimate reason to not be here and i just exploded on yous.” you say, placing your mug down to wipe some fallen tears from your face.

“if you really want to know,” quinn says jumping down from the counter. “i flew in to newark to meet jack and luke, who hadn’t told me they were playing a match, because they forgot to speak to their coach. i didn’t come by myself because they were my ride over here.” quinn says, pulling you into his chest, “we’re all equally to blame, i could gotten the train or a taxi but i didn’t because i was being selfish, too tired from the flight.” quinn simply says as you hear him sniffle.

“i’m just glad yous are here now.” you say looking up to see some fallen tears on his face.

“me too bugs.” he smiles, kissing the top of your head again before pulling away, “but if i remember correctly, you have your boyfriend waiting oh so patiently for you to go to bed.” quinn laughs, as you pull away to pick up your mug.

“goodnight quinny.” you smile before leaving to say goodnight to jack and luke, who’s now half awake.

“hey, breakfast on me in the morning. i know a really good spot.” you smile pulling out tons of blankets and pillows for them to use.

“goodnight, love yous.” you smile as they return it before heading through to your bedroom.

you walk in seeing greys playing quietly on the tv, trevor asleep with a book laying on his chest. you smile, quickly placing your mug on the small cabinet beside your bed before walking around to his side, grabbing the remote to turn the tv off before sliding in a bookmark into his book and placing it on the cabinet beside him.

you move back around to your side of the bed, quickly stripping your clothes, leaving you in your underwear before slipping under the covers.

you cuddle up to trevor, feel him stir awake slightly

“it’s just me baby.” you whisper seeing his eyes flutter open.

“mmh, i was tryna stay awake for you.” he mumbles, pulling you closer, arms tightening around your waist.

“it’s alright.” you smile, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“how’d it go with them?” he asks, gently moving his hands up and down your back.

“good, we’re all good.” you smile, before he presses a kiss to your lips, your arms snaking around his neck.

“i love you.” he smiles into the kiss.

“i love you too.”

[freeabortionslol]

Texts With The Hughes Brothers

Back from a long long hiatus to come at you with this. I’m planning on writing some fics so stay tuned 🫶 you can request in my inbox as always

someone else has already done this but I couldn’t find the original post to give credit so pls lmk!

Quinn Hughes

Jack Hughes

Luke Hughes

[puck-luck]

Trevor gives off the vibes where he’d love just being in his girl even if it’s not sexual like they’ll just be sitting there watching tv and before you know it he’s inside of her and they’re just vibing together. I also feel like he’d be so into free use with his girl like he’ll be playing video games and she’ll get off while she uses him or she’ll be laying there reading and he’s just inside of her getting off on his own

4 + 1: Free Use with BF!Trevor

I.

After talking about it, you’ve taken to wearing thongs and an oversized t-shirt around the house. Trevor needs easy access, after all, and you had made a promise. 

You’re reading a book on the couch when he gets home from some Ducks event. You’re laying along the length of the cushions on your stomach, knees bent and ankles crossed, kicking your feet in the air aimlessly. The book is propped up against a throw pillow and you’re lazily turning the pages. 

When Trevor arrives home, you look up at him. “Hi, baby,” you greet. “Good day?”

He’s the perfect picture cuddly boyfriend, which is why he’d been late getting out of bed for this event in the first place. He hadn’t even had time to change. He’s still wearing those BU sweatpants you love so much and the white hoodie he’d found at the foot of your bed. 

Trevor offers you a complacent smile. “It was fine.” He walks over to the couch and pushes your legs down until they’re flat on the cushions. He collapses on top of your back, laying with his head just between your shoulder blades.

You let out a small chuckle, barely more than a puff of breath, and return to your book. You’re being pressed into the cushions by a lot more than gravity now, but you don’t mind. It’s nice to have your boyfriend so close, especially as he’s snaking his hands up the sides of your shirt and tracing your skin.

He kisses your spine. “Can I?” Trevor asks, his voice muffled and pouty against your back. He shifts up on his knees so he can press his hips to your ass.

It’s the first time that Trevor has wanted to do this since you talked about it. Free use. Goosebumps rise on your neck. 

“You don’t have to ask,” you remind Trevor, although it’s nice that he did since it’s the first time he’s actually going to use you like this. “‘m all yours, babe.”

Trevor hums proudly at that, pecking your shoulder before pulling away from you entirely. He leans back on his heels and pushes his sweats down. 

You look again to your book. You can feel Trevor stroking himself to his full hardness and you bite your bottom lip. You’re wet thinking about how Trevor just wants to be inside of you, to treat you like no more than a hole to be filled when he wants to fill it, but you’re not particularly inclined to participate. That’s the whole point, after all, isn’t it?

He pushes your legs apart, then settles between them. The blunt tip of his cock probes your entrance and sinks into you.

The drag is harsh and it gets harder and harder to read as Trevor becomes more drunk on this feeling. You feign nonchalance. 

Trevor grips your hips and drives his cock into your heat over and over and over again. There’s no regard for you, for your pleasure. It’s only about his pleasure and, honestly, that makes you feel good. Trevor’s climax, in this state, means much more to you than your own. As long as he’s feeling good, then you’re happy to be used.

He doesn’t waste time on anything other than chasing his orgasm. You get to hear Trevor in his purest state– this is like fucking his own fist in complete privacy, but instead, he’s fucking into you. You get to hear all of his grunts and groans and puffs of breath and stifled whimpers, all of which he makes when you’re together too, but he likes to make them more manly and sexy when he’s putting on a show for you. Truth be told, you like these better. You like that Trevor can’t stop the stutter of his hips and the keen that escapes his mouth as he starts to shoot off inside of you.

You love how he moves to bracket your ribs with his arms, palms flat on the couch. His hips continue to move as he works through his orgasm, cum dribbling from his tip into your cunt. Trevor’s lips find your neck, your shoulder, your spine… he plants grateful kiss after grateful kiss to your back until his movements slow to pure stillness and Trevor lays against you.

His cock remains inside, acting like a plug to keep the cum from leaking out of you onto the couch. Trevor hooks his nose over your shoulder. “I hope I didn’t disturb your reading,” Trevor mumbles. He takes some of the fabric of your shirt in his mouth, tugging on it. “Couldn’t resist.”

II. 

“Hey, babe, c’mere,” Trevor calls from down the hall.

“What, Trev?” you reply. You scrunch your hair in a towel, having just gotten out of the shower a few minutes prior. When he doesn’t reply, you roll your eyes and leave the bathroom, making your way into Trevor’s game room. “What, Trev,” you repeat in a more exasperated voice.

He looks over his shoulder and moves one of his headphones to the side. His face splits into a grin. “Oh, good. Take your towel off and come here.” He spreads his legs, scooting back in his wheely chair so you can fit partially beneath the desk. “I want to use your mouth.”

You stare at him blankly for a moment, then shake your head and chuckle. “Really?”

Trevor nods and lifts his hips enticingly. 

“Are you going to game while I suck you off?” you ask.

Trevor nods again and smiles wide. 

You start to laugh again, walking over to where he sits and putting your hands on his knees. You bend at the waist and peck his lips before sliding to your knees. 

Trevor grabs a hairtie from the desk and ties your hair into the world’s most hurried bun. Then, he leans back in his chair and picks up his controller. He puts his headphones back over both ears and resumes his game. He lifts his hips as you start to drag his waistband down. 

You lick Trevor’s tip slowly with the flat of your tongue, peeking up through your eyelashes as you do and catching the way the corners of his mouth turn up. His eyes stay on the screen. 

The hair on Trevor’s thighs is soft and you pet through it as you slide his cock into your throat. You scratch your nails gently over his skin, closing your eyes and starting to bob your head. Trevor’s cock is thick and tastes slightly salty as precum oozes from his tip and seeps into your warm mouth.

Trevor’s breath is deep and his expression remains mostly unaffected. You aim to change that.

You swallow him down as much as you can. Trevor’s cock flexes with your swallow, filling all the space that you give him. You gag, but force your way down until your lips are wrapped around Trevor’s base. You lift your eyes to his face and find Trevor’s gaze on you, wide smirk on his face.

“Showing off?” Trevor asks knowingly.

Stilted by the cock in your mouth, you shake your head. 

“Then fuck your mouth for me, will ya?” Trevor instructs goodnaturedly, nudging you with his foot and grinning at you. 

You choke a little bit on Trevor’s cock when you laugh at his words, but you pull off and put your mouth to work.

You lay your hand flat on Trevor’s hip and caress his abdomen with your thumb, bobbing your head up and down. His tip knocks into the back of your throat as you push yourself down, alternating between lathering your tongue over his tip and deepthroating him until you have to pull off and gasp for breath. 

Trevor plays on. You can hear the clicking of his controller and the way he’ll let out an annoyed groan whenever something goes wrong on the screen.

You lap at his tip and fit your lips around his crown, sucking softly and flicking the tip of your tongue over his slit, collecting the precum there and begging for more to come out and coat your tongue. You hum and take him down about halfway, drawing your fingers gently up and down the rest of his shaft. You’re barely touching him in this moment, just ghosting over his veins and ridges. When you take him all the way down, you cup his balls and roll them in your palm. When you give them a squeeze, Trevor’s cock jumps in your mouth.

It’s the first physical reaction, beside how hard his length is, that you’ve gotten from Trevor.

You repeat the actions over and over. Trevor’s cock is steadily leaking precum now, the taste filling your mouth, and you can feel his pulse growing more and more rapid on your tongue. You breathe through your nose, choking yourself on Trevor’s length and allowing spit to drip down his cock until he’s positively coated. 

Massaging the vein on the underside of Trevor’s cock with the flat your tongue, you swallow around his tip. His cock jerks again, bumping into the roof of your mouth a telltale three, four, five times before pearly white cum shoots down your throat in long, thick threads.

You swallow around him until Trevor is done coming and there’s nothing left in your throat but the aftertaste. 

You kneel back on your heels and use the momentum to make your way to your feet, pecking Trevor’s mouth again and heading back to the bathroom to finish your post-shower routine.

III. 

You’re wearing Trevor’s pink sweatshirt, the one with Roman numerals on the breastbone, and chopping up vegetables for a pasta sauce. You’ve already got four tomatoes halved and thrown in the blender, plus an onion that you cut into quarters. There are a few cloves of garlic thrown into the blender with those veggies and you’re about to start blending them, once you finish chopping this carrot into fine little pieces. Really, you’re just trying to blend all of your veggies that are about to go bad together so that they don’t go to waste. Even if it tastes like shit, your boyfriend is like a vaccuum when it comes to any kind of food, and he’ll eat as much as you give him.

It’s been a couple of months since you and Trevor started this free use journey and you’ve stopped wearing underwear altogether when you’re around the house. Trevor has ruined a few pairs already, by stretching them out or physically ripping them off of your body due to his lack of patience, and you’d rather not have to buy new underwear every other month. 

It’s lucky that you’re wearing nothing, given how Trevor walks in the front door after practice and drops everything where he stands before beelining to you. He presses his face into your hair and breathes in deeply, shoving his hands up the sweatshirt and kneading your boobs.

“Long day?” you ask, chuckling and chopping up the final pieces of carrot before putting the knife to the side. You pick up handful after handful of carrots and toss them in the blender, eventually wiping your hands on the teatowel you’d thrown on the counter after washing the tomatoes. 

“The longest,” Trevor replies. One of his hands leaves your chest, retreating to pull his cock out of his pants. He fists the base and rubs his tip against your folds until he’s hard and straining and you’re slick enough for him to press inside.

You’re doing your best to pour a dash of vegetable oil and a bit of heavy cream into the blender so that the vegetables blend more easily, but Trevor has started to thrust against you. The carton of heavy cream slips and you pour way more than you wanted to, but you catch your mistake before the sauce will be too creamy. You close the carton with one hand, using the other to find purchase on the counter and brace yourself for Trevor’s bucking hips.

He notices your stiffness and slips his hand back up to your boob, holding both in his hands and keeping you in place so that you don’t have to. “Sorry, baby, I’ll be quick,” Trevor murmurs with a kiss to the back of your neck. “I needed this.”

“Don’t apologize, Trev,” you say. “You feel good. Take what you need, sweet boy.” You press the button on the blender and the loud whirring fills the room, but you can feel the puffs of Trevor’s breath on your neck and his low moans next to your ear. 

He pinches your nipples beneath the sweatshirt and the feeling travels through your body to your pussy, squeezing Trevor tight. He swivels his hips against you, grinding deep before he draws back and starts to pound into you again. His forehead meets your spine. You can practically feel how close he is already, even though it’s only been a few minutes. He just needs a release after a long day and you’re more than willing to offer that to him.

You press your hips back and watch Trevor’s reaction in the glass of the blender. As he throws his head back and furrows his eyebrows, jaw dropping open, his hips drive into you in a slower, harder, more precise way. His body claps against yours and you turn off the blender just as Trevor comes, moaning out loud and flooding your cunt with his seed. 

You transfer the blended sauce into the pan on the stove and hit a few buttons, setting it on low heat as Trevor pulls his cock from your pussy and watches the cum drip from your hole. He pushes it back in with his fingers, then guides his softening cock to your entrance and fills you again. He stays behind you like that as the sauce simmers, playing with your boobs and kissing your neck as you dump the strained pasta into the sauce and mix them together. 

“That looks good,” Trevor mumbles. He kisses the space right behind your ear. “You’re so good to me.”

You giggle when his breath tickles the shell of your ear, shivering at the sensation. You turn the noodles over in the sauce. “It’s ‘cause I love you,” you tell him.

Trevor brings a hand to your clit, circling his fingers. “Gonna get you back after we eat,” Trevor says. “Make you come a couple of times.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you reply. You reach for the teatowel and hang it over your shoulder. “Now, clean me up and put this in the laundry after, will you?”

IV.

The next time Trevor needs you like that, you’re asleep in bed. He didn’t expect you to be up waiting for him. That’s a honeymoon phase thing– you guys have been dating for a while. You’ve gotten into fights. You’ve been living together for a while now. You both have seen the best and worst parts of each other over time, and you’ve gotten comfortable enough in this relationship that you and Trevor are both perfectly okay with your not waiting up for him after every game.

But after a long east coast roadie, Trevor has been missing you. You look so pretty in his big t-shirt. When he peels back the covers, Trevor sees that it has ridden up to show off your stomach. Like you’ve been expecting him, your legs are spread apart and, as always, you’re not wearing panties. 

Trevor smiles. You’re ready for him. 

He bends down and kisses your cheek, then moves slowly to the other. He slides into bed with you, having stripped down to his boxers already, and shifts between your legs. He rolls his hips down into your core, his clothed bulge gliding against your folds.

You stir, the hand resting next to your face on the pillow coming up to blearily wipe at your eyes. “Trevor?” you rasp, confused and sleepy. 

“Hi, sweetheart, sorry for waking you,” Trevor whispers. He purses his lips and brushes them against yours. 

“S’okay,” you reply. “How was the game tonight?”

“It was fine.” Trevor kisses down your neck and brings his fingers to your slit. “I missed you.”

He can feel your cheeks shifting as your lips widen into a smile. “You are such a horny guy,” you tease.

Trevor pushes a finger into your heat, feeling the slide grow easier with each thrust. “Can’t help it when my girl is so pretty,” he says. 

“Hmm,” you hum. “Be quick. Wanna cuddle.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath, lifting one of your legs and wrapping it around his waist. 

Trevor leaves his lips in contact with your cheek as he pulls his finger from your body and fishes his cock out of his boxers, fucking into your pussy at an unhurried pace. You’re so warm and tight; Trevor hasn’t fucked you in days and he knows he won’t last an impressive amount of time. You told him to be quick anyway. Once his pelvis is flush with yours, Trevor breathes in deeply through his nose and kisses down the curve of your neck. He wraps his arms around your middle and splays his fingers across your lower back, lifting you slightly to provide a better angle for your pleasure… although he’s admittedly not aiming to get you off right now.

Trevor rocks forward in aborted movements. Your gummy inner walls hug his cock tightly, rubbing against the nerve endings along his shaft and tip in a way that has him panting in just minutes. 

Your hand comes up to the nape of his neck, pushing into his hair. He feels like he can feel your nails scratching his scalp better now that he cut his hair shorter, even though that’s nonsensical. You sigh contentedly in his ear, chest rising and brushing his. “Fill me up, T,” you croon, pulling him even closer with the leg wrapped around his waist. “Know you want to. I’ll keep your cum inside all night and you can fuck me again in the morning. I’ll ride you, hm? How’s that?”

Trevor feels his cock throb, feels his balls grow tighter just before you clench down on him and he shoots off inside of you. Trevor feels like his brain turns to mush as he comes, his limbs loosening and lips smushing against your skin. He lays atop you when his cock is done twitching and leaking, breathing in the smell of your shampoo and soap and the natural smell that is so you. He could fall asleep right here.

You push at his shoulder and insist that he sleeps on his side of the bed rather than on top of you. 

Still, Trevor pulls you into his side and falls asleep with his nose against the crown of your head.

V.

You’ve been feeling especially feral today. You’re not sure why, but every time you look at Trevor, a lightning strike travels through your body and the energy settles riiight between your legs. 

He’s not even doing anything hot. You’re actually pretty sure you saw him biting his nails earlier and that itch on his nose might have been him digging for gold. You are not sure and you’d looked away so that you could give yourself the benefit of the doubt and convince yourself that, yes, he’d just been itching his nose. Nothing more than that. He’s not that gross. He might be a boy, but he’s not that gross. Surely.

Even if he is a gross, disgusting boy who bites his nails and might pick his nose when he thinks no one is looking… you’re absolutely feral for him today. 

Trevor is sitting on the couch watching TV. His legs are spread wide, creating a nice space just for you.

You’re sitting on the other end, torn between scrolling on your phone and staring at your boyfriend. You think you’re caught staring when Trevor’s hand shifts to his lap and covers his cock, the slight bulge of which you could see in his boxer-briefs. Your eyes widen, then your gaze flies to his face. 

And Trevor is just staring at the TV. He gives his cock an absentminded squeeze and moves his fingers over his length briefly, then stretches his arm out over the back of the couch.

You suddenly blink to yourself and draw your eyebrows together. Why the fuck are you still turned on by a man who just scratched his balls right in front of you?

You need to get this out of your system or else you’re going to be distracted for the rest of the day. So, for the first time, you approach your boyfriend and straddle his lap, planting yourself on his cock and grinding down. 

Trevor is delighted by this turn of events, you can tell by the silly smile on his face. His hands come to your sides and pinch your hips. “Hey, pretty girl,” he greets, his attention now on you rather than the screen.

“Take your cock out,” you command before tugging your shirt over your head and dropping it on the coffee table. “I want you to suck my tits while I fuck myself on it.”

Trevor’s eyes light up and he lifts his hips, shuffling his briefs down until his cock springs free. You can see it reacting to your presence and you wonder, very quickly, if he’s still itchy at all. You stamp the thought down and forget it as soon as it comes, rising up on your knees and lining his cock up with your entrance. 

Since you’ve been turned on all day, your pussy has been ready to accept Trevor since the moment you clambered onto his lap. Once aligned, you sink down and take him. You move your hips in figure-eights, gyrating and finding the pleasure you enjoy. When you’re riding Trevor in an effort to make him come, you’ll bounce– but that’s never brought a climax to your body on its own. No, for you, it feels better when you rock your hips and roll your pelvis forward in a scooping motion, punctuated by a series of bounces here and there just to shake things up.

You close your eyes and lean your head back, facing the ceiling in a relaxed pose. You can feel yourself being consumed by the movement of Trevor’s cock inside of you and how it presses against sensitive spot after sensitive spot.

You’re sure if you look down right now, Trevor will be staring at you like he’s looking into the face of God. When you’d first talked about free use, he’d made it very clear that he didn’t want it to just be about him. He spoke at length about how if you wanted to use him, he’d be more than willing. In fact, over the time that you guys have been practicing this newfound kink, Trevor has had to remind you that he wants to be used. You’re finally doing it.

He fulfills your request shortly after you find your groove. His teeth encircle your nipple and tug, his hands wrapping around your back and pulling you closer like he just can’t get enough. He alternates between your breasts, licking and sucking until your nipples are wet, straining, and aching with pleasure. 

Your stomach thrums with excitement, clit swollen and making contact with Trevor’s abdomen when you swivel your hips just right. You repeat the motion over and over again until it’s just not enough, snaking a hand between your bodies so that you can rub your fingers over the bundle of nerves in rapid passes. You make a soft noise halfway between a whine and a squeal when the balloon of tension in your gut explodes and forces your eyes, closed as they are, to the back of your head. You swear that if your vision wasn’t black, you’d be able to see the back of your skull with how strong his orgasm is. 

Trevor moans against your tits, bucking up twice and spilling into your heat, adding to the mixture of warmth that is coursing through your body and making you feel like jelly. You sag against him and Trevor holds you tight, burying his face between your breasts and kissing your sternum. He stays there for only a moment before kissing a line up your neck to your lips. “Fuck, that was so sexy,” Trevor breathes out. “Let’s do it again.”

i need to write a dom trevor fic soon bc hot so we might see some free use in that too, these were all pretty soft so

[antrea]

From Kevin Kurz of The Athletic

[uluvjay]

Desperate times-T. Zegras

Trevor Zegras x Hughes! Sister

In which Trevor is desperate for something, anything, he doesn’t even care that his best friend is across the hall..

Warnings?: SMUT, dry humping…, switch! Trevor, cursing, unprotected orgasm (use protection!), p in v, kissing, sorry if I missed any errors!!

Your head turned towards the door when you heard the sound of the doorknob twisting, waiting to see who would be walking into your room at this hour.

Butterflies rumbled in your stomach when you saw Trevor’s head poke in, flashing you a quick smile he slid in and shut the door quietly-not forgetting to twist the lock.

“What’re you doing in here?” You smiled as he made his way towards your large bed, gray sweats low on his hips, white t shirt hugging his biceps just right, his sun kissed skin complimenting the color well.

“Had to come see my girl.” He shrugged as he climbed into the bed beside you, large body leaning over yours to connect your lips.

The kiss was slow and sweet, you could feel his tension from the day slipping away as your fingers threaded into his soft locks.

He had spent the day training with your brothers and some of the other guys, his body sore and aching when they got back to the house.

It didn’t help that he found you tanning out in the yard with his favorite bikini hugging your body, you felt the same way seeing him walk through the side gate shirtless, toned stomach glistening in the afternoon sun.

You tried to sneak off when he disappeared to shower but your eldest brother needed your help with something when he saw you walking through the door and by the time you were done Trevor was all done and dressed.

He pulled his soft lips from yours, leaving one more peck behind before snuggling into your side hand moving up to hold your boob through your tank top while he turned his attention to the TV.

You giggled at his antics a hand moving back to his hair to play with the soft locks as you both watched the movie that was playing on your tv.

It wasn’t long before his lips were trailing along your throat and his hand was moving from your boob to the waistband of your pajama shorts.

His thick fingers teased the elastic daring to slip below the cotton shorts but your hand was quick to reach for his wrist before they could.

“Z we can’t, my brothers are home” you sighed, no matter how bad you wanted him you couldn’t risk one of the boys hearing, especially with Jack being across the hall.

This was the worst part of hiding your relationship, you’d spent the last ten months tangled up in his sheets in Anaheim far away from your brothers, far from any boundaries or risks.

You’d been attending school out there and Trevor was asked to do one simple thing by your brothers; keep an eye on you make you feel at home.

And boy did he make sure you were well taken care of.

And as hard as it was to keep your hands to yourself and not draw any attention to you two, you missed him and his touch. But your brothers reactions would be worse, especially Quinn who had very little trust in Trevor.

“Baby please, I’m dying here.” He groaned dramatically flopping onto his back.

Your eyes trailed over his tan body eyes catching the prominent boner pushing against the cotton of his pants.

“You’re too loud to have sex” you laughed softly, it wasn’t you that you were worried about, it was Trevor and his loud gasps, deep grunts, and heavy curses.

He pouted as he pushed himself up against the headboard pulling your warm body over his, resting his hands on your hips he looked at you with lusty pleading eyes.

“It doesn’t have to be sex, I’ll take anything, please baby I miss feeling you.” He whined hands gripping at you desperately pulling you closer.

He was so warm beneath you, his chest strong and firm beneath your hands as you ran them over his fabric covered chest.

“You have to be quiet.”

“I can be quiet, I promise.” He blushed nodding along to your words.

You loved when you had him like this, yes you loved when he’d bend you over and fuck you stupid but there was something about him desperate and needy below you, ready to do anything and everything to please you and get his release.

You moved back giving yourself enough room to pull your shorts off watching Trevor’s confused eyes as you threw them on the floor, your panties remaining on.

“Pull your sweats down, leave your boxers on.” You instructed.

He did as you asked shoving the material down his legs throwing them onto the floor landing them right next to your discarded shorts.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock stretching his boxers, the small damp spot where the tip of his cock had been.

He watched on as you climbed back up his body hovering your body right over where he needed you most, teasing, waiting to see if he’d break and pull you down, have his way with you.

But no he waited patiently, waited for you to drop down and rut your cunt against his aching cock and oh was it worth the wait.

Pleasure shot through your body at the contact, Trevor’s hands gripping desperately at your waist as your hips ground down again. His head dropped back against the headboard a choked gasp breaking free as you kept going.

Trevor felt like his skin was burning, his body full of a desperate need to feel you, the pleasure he felt each time the warmth of your cunt pressed down against his cotton boxers the unbearable friction causing breathless moans to escape his throat.

The sight above was one you’d never forget, his long lashes fluttering as he struggled to keep his eyes open, skin flushed and hot, baby hairs sticking to the sweat beginning to build on his forehead. He looked so good desperate and needy for you.

You could feel it too, feel the burn in your legs as you continued to rock against him. The pleasure was something you’d never felt before, so good yet still leaving you with the need for more.

The need to feel his cock deep in you while you rode him like there was no tomorrow, nothing stopping you from taking what you wanted-but you couldn’t, not now, this would have to do.

“Fuck-“ his voice was raw and rough, a small crack breaking through as the pleasure in his spine built up.

He couldn’t help himself when his hips bucked up involuntarily the pleasure shooting through both of you, throwing you off your hands clung to his shirt the material balled up in your hands.

His hands shook against you, chest heaving as the pleasure consumed him and all his senses. He’s whimpering out small pleas, begging you not to stop, to keep going, to keep rubbing yourself on his cock.

You couldn’t stop if your wanted, the pleasure unbearable yet so overwhelming. Your body burned hot with need as you rocked harder and faster on his cock.

Trevor can tell your getting close by the way your body begins to shake with need, movements getting sloppy as the pleasure begins to consume all of you, your soft whines filling the quiet room.

He thinks about the way you’d be hugging his cock if he were fucking you right now, how he’d be struggling to move from how tight you’d be around him, how your nails would be digging into the skin of his back.

His boxers are soaked, a mixture of his leaking cock and wetness from your dripping cunt. It’s slick, wet-messy, but oh so so hot.

Trevor’s eyes shoot open at the sound of a little to loud moan breaking free from you, a smirk tugging at his lips at the sound.

Who was the loud one now?

He pulled your head towards his locking your lips in a messy kiss, all tongue and lazy lip locks. He swallows any moans you release as you chase your high on top of him.

He sits back watching as you take what you need, hips rolling hard, desperate, needy. You don’t know what you need but something’s missing, something to get you right over that edge.

“Pull your boxers down, now-please” you begged desperately lifting yourself for a moment to allow him the space.

Trevor didn’t need to be told twice as he did what you asked pushing the damp material down his thick and red cock sprung free.

You pushed your panties to the side not giving him anytime to overthink your actions before you were sliding down on his cock.

“Oh god-fuck.” He groaned into your neck as the warmth of your walls hugged him tightly.

You rocked back and forth a few times before the band in your stomach broke body and legs shaking as you collapsed into Trevor’s chest.

He hugged you close helping you through your high as your body came down from the overwhelming sensation.

His hands continued guiding you back and forth on his cock chasing a high of his own and when it finally came he swore he’d never came that hard before.

His body tensed as the heat washed over him, hands shaking as they gripped the skin of your ass, teeth biting into your shoulder to muffle his cries.

You whimpered at the feeling of his cock filling you up, the warmth sending another wave of heat through your spent body.

His chest heaved as he pulled back eyes locking with your blown out ones.

He pulled you in for a heavy kiss, lips moving against yours while his hands tangled your hair between his fingers.

“I don’t know where the fuck that came from, but we’re doing that again sometime.” He laughed when you pulled apart.

“Agreed.” You smiled bashfully.

You two stayed like that for a minute before getting up and cleaning yourselves up in your attached bathroom, climbing back into bed once you were all clean and sorted.

“Think we were quiet enough?” He asked.

“You did good, hopefully the bed wasn’t loud”. You smiled up at him from where you rested on his chest.

It was no more than ten minutes later that a text from Jack popped up on your phone.

Jacky

Disgusting freaks, we’re talking about soundproofing your walls at breakfast tomorrow🤢

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@kawhh this one was for you pooks, enjoy!

@turcott3 HAVE FUNNN