Emma

"you could always paint the roses red" "what an odd thing to say"

[captain-hughes]

Hockey game | Jack Hughes

Summary : It was your dream to see a hockey game in the USA, but can’t imagine that you will live the dream of a lot of fangirl when Jack Hughes give you a puck and wink at you.

Warning : None just fluff.

You don’t expecting it. It was your dream to go to Newark, USA to see a hockey game. You have already attempted some in your country but here, in the United States of America, it was completely different.

Your heart bounces in your chest at the electric atmosphere. Everyone around you was excited for the game. You went to another country because you know that it’s a big deal here. But you don’t expect that. Everyone around has a jersey with their favorite player’s name, facial makeup or signs. You feel like you don’t really dress for the evenment. You wear a black jeans with a red sweatshirt, the team’s colors. You’ve done some research about the New Jersey Devils.

The doors of the rink got open by the staff. Everyone start to move. You buy tickets for being at the first rank, it also gives you a priority entry. The excitement of the people around you makes you feel like a teenager who just opened her Christmas gift. When you passed the doors, your heart begins to beat even harder. You love this feeling. You take picture of every thing for sending it to your best friend. You took your place in the front row, a girl who looks your age say hi to you. The benevolence of the Americans always surprise you. You like it.

The warming up starts a few minutes after, your gaze stay on the players, you observe the way they slide on the ice, the fluidity of their movement, their techniques. From your place, you can see the players who just pass in front of you. The girl at your side start screaming when the number 86 just stop in front of her, you can understand her reaction but you don’t know this team enough for sharing her enthusiasm. You can only see his back, the player move again and take a puck and shoot straight into the goals. All the arena screams, the girl next to you scream again. After his goal, when he comes back in front of you, he watches the fans. His gaze meets yours and a particular feeling fills your chest. For him too something happened when your eyes met. He had a hard time looking elsewhere. He went back to the locker room just before the end of the warm-up. When he comes back, he approaches you and taps lightly in front of you on the plexiglass. He show you a buck and mimics you that he will pass it over the protection so that you can get it back. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in incomprehension. You can then read on his lips the words: For you. Then, you nod your head timidly. He throws the puck over it and you pick it up. You look down at the small object but Jack taps the protection again to regain your attention. His lips moved so that you understand what he wants to tell you. After the game. Once again you nod your head, so you put it in the pocket of your sweatshirt. The alarm rings to report the end of the warming up. Jack Hughes does his way to the locker room with the other teammates who had stayed on the ice.

The players are back on the ice for the anthem. You can’t stop looking at Jack Hughes. The game begins and the euphoria of living this dream fills your chest again. The first third half was tough, the Panthers managed to score a goal despite the defense of the Devils. The Devils did everything to prevent them from scoring a second goal but they also wanted to try their luck, they tried several times without success. The end of the first third time ringed. Players and fans of the New Jersey team hoped to see the number of points raised in the second third half. The players all went back to the locker room, but before Jack took one last look at the audience trying to find you. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met. He didn't know why he looked for your gaze instead of joining his team to talk about their strategy to raise the score before the end of the game.

During halftime you went to buy something to eat and something to drink. You came back quickly to find your place. You took the time to observe everything to engrave it in your memory in case you never had the chance to attend a game in the United States again. Once your vacation is over, you should go back to your country to find your job. You don't feel like it, you feel good here. You were quickly taken out of your thoughts by the alarm announcing the return of the players. You then focus on what is happening in front of you. It didn't take long for Jack to try his luck again, he skated as quickly as possible towards the opponent's goals with one of his teammates. His body twisted to give even more strength to his shot, the stick hit the puck with great force. A great strength but it was still controlled. You hold your breath like the majority of people present in the rink. The shot passed next to the goalkeeper and entered the goals. The whole audience shouted and got up, jumping with excitement. Jack made a turn of the glass to celebrate his goal while his teammates joined him for a hug. When he passed in front of you he slowed down and gave you a wink and one of his smiles that he gave balm back to the heart. The rest of the game went very well, the Devils won 3 to 1. Everyone congratulated each other, shouted, jumped. The victory was pleasant for the team as well as for the players. The players therefore distributed for the last time in the locker room.

You go out once the crowd has passed, then you head to the car you rented for your stay. Once at your hotel, just before going to bed, you put your hands in the pocket of your sweatshirt, they touched the puck that Jack passed you before the game started. He asked you to keep it for the end of the game and you didn't know why, during the game you had been so absorbed that you had forgotten it. You then took it out and saw a white writing on the puck, numbers were written on it. He gave you his phone number. In a fit of courage, you enter him into your contacts and send him a message.

Thanks for the number!

[captain-hughes]

First Time

Pairing : Connor Bedard x fem!reader

Summary : Yn loses her virginity to Connor. When they wake up, he realizes she’s in a little pain and helps her.

Warnings : p in v, virginity loss, +18 smut, mention of sex, nicknames, MDNI, after care, overstimulation, fingering

A/n : It’s my first fanfiction, sorry for the mistakes. I hope you will enjoy it.

You wake up thanks to the first rays of sun that cross the curtains. Connor is asleep next to you, his face is peaceful. You can't help but think back to last night when you lost your virginity. You spent an important cape with the man you love. You want to turn around so you can snuggle in his arms but you feel a sharp pain in your lower body. You let a moan of pain leave your lips, putting you back in your initial position.

You didn't notice that your moaning waking up Connor. His eyebrows furrow. "Are you in pain, how much?”, he asks, straightening up in bed to see you better.

His muscles tighten when he wants to take you in his arms but your eyebrows furrow following the pain.

Connor can't stand the fact that you're in pain. And he starts to think too much. He would have wondered what he could have done to make you less bad. You notice his expression and put your hand on his cheek. "You made sure it didn't hurt last night. But you couldn't expect me not to feel something this morning”, you said, trying to reassure him. "I want to see”, he told you before hugging you and diving between your legs. You melt on the mattress and all the air is expelled from your lungs when he kisses the tender flesh of your thigh. His breath touching your cunt. You blow. "Your menthol breath helps.” Connor looks up at you. "Don't leave the room. I'll be back in twenty minutes.”

"Where are you going?”, you raise your head watching him leave.

Fifteen minutes later, you still haven't moved. You hear his hasty steps that echo in the living room. He enters the room with a small brown paper bag. "Where were you?”. "At the pharmacy, he said”, sitting at the foot of the bed. He takes a blue tube out of the bag, then presses a hazelnut of transparent gel on his index finger. "What is it?” He rubs the gel on your pussy. "Cold effect lubricant. How is it? Better?”, "Oh fuck...”, you moan when he pushes two fingers into you. "I hold you baby”, he said a voice thick of emotions. "I would always do you good."

His fingers move slowly in your pussy, spreading the lubricant on your walls. The cold relaxes you and you no longer feel any pain. Connor is looking at you. Your eyes are closed. Your body is starting to feel more and more pleasure. You moan more and more. "Go and come on my fingers.” You cum some time later under the pleasure that his fingers give you. "I love you”, he said. "I love you too.”