this is based on the song "keine Homies" by CIVO, it´s a German song but if anyone is interested in listening you can do it here
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The first time you questioned if you and William were really “just friends” was one evening shortly after the Leafs season had taken its end against the Panthers and he returned from playing at Worlds in Sweden to take some media commitments in Toronto before leaving again.
He had called you late, after a golf tournament for the NHLPA, asking if you wanted to come over, his brother would be out with some friends, and he didn’t feel like being alone.
You said yes, simply because hanging out with him at his place had become one of your favorite past times. You loved spending time with him but especially you loved being around his dogs. Ever since your friendship with William had blossomed into what it was today you became their second favorite human.
You arrived at his place past 9 pm but it wasn’t unusual for you to be here this late. The number of times you got out of bed and into his living room after one of his games had been countless.
Maybe that should have been one of your first clues.
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He opened the door with a smile and a tight hug that felt like he needed it. You greeted Pablo and Banksy with head rubs and cuddles before entering the condo completely.
“Sorry for calling so late, it´s been a day and I didn’t feel like drinking with Alex,” he explained even though he knew you didn’t need to.
You two had that sort of quiet understanding that came with being friends for years. You knew when the other one called there was something bothering them or they didn’t want to be alone, so you showed up, no questions, no explanations.
“I hope I didn’t call you out of bed,” he laughed while handing you a glass of wine. You took it without question.
“Nah, I was just watching TV, wondering what I should do with the rest of my night.”
“You were waiting for me to call you, didn’t you?” he teased laughing.
“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” you laughed, jokingly bumping his shoulder.
The two of you settled on his couch, putting on the TV show you had started watching over the course of the past few months but never got far because you were always quick to fall asleep whenever he was close.
That should have been your second clue.
Whenever he was around you felt comfortable enough to let go. To let all of your thoughts blank our and just relax, no expectations from work, no family drama, not even the shit that had been going on with your ex-roommate. It was like when you were with him you felt safe.
“Don’t fall asleep again,” he muttered when he pressed play on the episode.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,”
A short while later the two of you were all but cuddled together on the couch, the only thing separating you from snuggling into his shoulder being Pablo that was taking up residency between the two of you.
Your eyes felt heavy, but you tried hard to stay awake to at least make it through one episode, but it felt almost impossible.
The warmth that was radiating from William´s body made you feel sleepy, and the soft hum of the dogs snoring acted as a calming background noise that lulled you to sleep softly.
“Pablo, go to bed,” you heard Williams soft voice next to you when your eyes stayed close for a bit too long. “Come on,” he continued, placing one of his hands softly on your hip, pulling you into his side.
You head found its place on his shoulder, while one of his arms rested around yours, pulling you into his chest. “You´re so warm,” you muttered half asleep, getting a chuckle out of the man next to you.
“Happy to be your personal furnace,” he mumbled into your hair before placing a short kiss to the top of it.
Your heart jumped at the action.
He had gone to do stuff like this every now and then.
It wasn’t every time you and he were together but at this point more than not.
That should have been your third clue that whatever was going on between you was more than friendship at this point, but neither of you really wanted to admit that.
What you had was good, great even, not something that you wanted to destroy through confessing feelings you weren’t even quite sure off. Especially, not knowing if he felt the same thing or if this was just his twisted version of being a best friend.
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When you woke again, you were completely laying down, your head resting on his chest as he laid down in the corner of the couch as well.
The soft up and down for his breaths softly rocking you awake as you carefully stirred as to not wake him should he have fallen asleep as well. His arm was resting around your shoulders, drawing soft patterns on your arm. The motion sent goosebumps over you when you fully realized what was going on.
“Hey,” he muttered softly, when he realized you were awake.
“Hey,” you replied softly, sleep still heavy in your voice.
“I thought you said no more falling asleep during the show? How will we ever finish it?” he chuckled quietly.
“Sorry, I was just so tired all of a sudden, your presence seems to make me sleepy.”
“Wow, what a thing to say to a guy. We love hearing that we´re so boring you´ll fall asleep.” He laughed that, but something in you made you feel bad for how you made that sound.
“It´s not that. It´s just you´re so warm and calming to be around, I just feel safer sleeping when I´m with you I guess.”
You tried to not make it sound like more than it was, even though you knew it was more to you. Confessing that he made you feel safe felt like a big deal. You had never really talked about how or why you always seemed to need the other but today was a start.
“I was just teasing,” he reassured. “But that´s nice to hear.”
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You actually managed to finish an episode of the show after you had woken up, but when it was over it was past 12 am and when you got up to drive back home, William eyed you with careful concern. “Are you sure you want to drive in the middle of the night?”
“Willy, I have driven in the middle of the night countless times. Even from your place. Why the sudden concern for my wellbeing?”
You knew it sounded like an accusation. You didn’t mean to, but this new development made you feel uncertain. “I would just feel better if you didn’t drive around the streets of downtown in the middle of the night.”
He brushed one hand through his thick blonde strands of hair before continuing. “Look, if you really want to leave, I won´t stop you, but Alex isn’t here, and according to him, he´s not coming back tonight. You can take his room or my room I don’t mind.”
You bit your lip and looked at him with uncertain eyes. “I don’t think I´m really comfortable sleeping in Alex´s stuff…”
“That’s fine, I´ll just take his bed.” You were interrupted by a key in the front door. William groaned. “Or not, I guess.”
You chuckled, watching Alex walk through the door like he owned the place. “Heyyy,” he greeted, pulling you into a quick hug as soon as he was close enough. “Sorry, I know I said I won´t be back but yeah, that didn’t work out,” he chuckled. “I´m beat, see you tomorrow,” followed shortly after.
You looked at William who couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. “I´ll just drive home, it´s only 20 minutes.”
“Or you could just stay with me? Friends share beds all the time, right?” Your heart jumped at friends. Of course, you were just his friend. You didn’t know what you thought believing for a second that there could be more between you.
“Uh…sure…if that´s fine with you…” you stammered.
“Yeah, for sure, come on, I have a spare toothbrush somewhere.”
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When you woke up the next morning a heavy arm was draped over your waist and warm breaths tickled in the back of your neck.
You didn’t remember falling asleep snuggled into William´s hold, it was more like the two of you laying back-to-back, leaving as much space as possible between you before falling asleep.
Apparently, he had other plans during the night, but you didn’t mind. You appreciated it even. The rare feeling of what could be between you if he didn’t see you as just his “friend”.
That stupid crush of yours needed to go away if this friendship was supposed to continue like it was. Constantly thinking about how it would feel to have his arms wrapped around you every night, or what it would feel like to kiss him after games like you saw the other girlfriends and wives do whenever you were around.
You let your mind wander for a second. Relaxed into his touch, him instinctively pulling you closer into his chest.
“Good morning,” he mumbled, breaths still heavy from sleep.
“Morning,” you whispered, mentally preparing yourself to lose the closeness you had any second, but to your surprise, he tightened the hold he had even more and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“Sleep well?” he asked. “Yeah, better than most nights to be honest.”
You felt him smile against your shoulder. “Willy…” you started but got harshly interrupted by the sound of his phone on the nightstand.
The loud alarm making him pull back at an instant, groaning while he picked it up and looked at whatever notifications came in overnight.
Your body grew colder at the loss of his touch, but you tried to not show it by rolling away and kicking your feet out of bed.
“Busy day today?” you asked as a distraction.
“Couple of meetings, just wrapping some stuff up before going back home for the summer.”
You gut wrenched. Home didn’t mean a couple of hours away like most NHLers, home meant to the other side of the world to Stockholm. Where he would spend the next three months. Thousands of miles away from you.
“Sounds good, I should get going too, I´ll have lunch with my sister in a few hours and should get back home before that.”
“Yeah,” He rubbed the back of his neck while looking anywhere but in your general direction.
“Uhm…thanks for letting me stay, I guess I´ll see you when you´re back in September?”
He nodded. “Sorry I can´t make it work before.”
You waved him off. “Please, we´ve been friends long enough that I know your crazy schedule even after the season.”
You weren’t sure if your mind was playing tricks on you, but you thought you saw him flinch a little at the word friends.
Hope spread through you, but at the same time, the movement was so subtle, it could have been anything else.
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He waked you to the door, looking down at you while you put on your shoes, you caught a glimpse of his eyes when you stood back up, eyes locking for the split of a second, but he looked away before anything else happened.
“Have fun in Sweden, send pics, and say hi to everyone for me, okay?” you opened your arms, and he stepped into them like it was second nature, wrapping you into a tight hug.
“As always,” he mumbled.
He leaned back a second later, your eyes locking with yours this time. It was like the world stood still at that moment. Stares locking, a sense of longing present in your eyes.
You would only have to move one step further before you could claim his lips with yours.
His eyes wandered from yours down to your lips as if he was debating with himself whether or not he should act. “Will….” You breathed out quietly, partly to urge him to move and finally free the two of you, partly because you didn’t know what else to do.
“Are you as hungry as I am, because I am starving and…oh…uh…” Alex voice cut through your bubble like a bucket of ice-cold water.
You flinched back, snapping out of whatever you and William were just in, he did the same.
“Uhm…sorry…pretend I just didn’t do that,” Alex rushed out before leaving down the hallway.
Unfortunately, the moment was already ruined. “I should go,” you said quickly, gathering your stuff from the wardrobe.
“See you soon, okay?” he rushed out before you could get over the threshold. “Yeah…soon,” you said before heading down the stairs leaving the building without looking back.
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The weeks after that almost kiss, you hardly heard from him.
It wasn’t like you expected him to. In the end, you were the friend he had in Toronto, not one he would bring up all the way in Sweden.
Sure, there were the occasional texts, he sent pictures of the dogs, of the lake house his family had near Stockholm. Of their annual family trip to Saint Tropez, but it was almost awkward when you texted.
It was like the closeness that you had when you were together, disappeared after that moment in his hallway. It was almost like you were texting as strangers and not as friends of almost five years.
Whenever you thought about it, you let out a loud sigh. All of this wouldn’t have happened if you had just gone home that night. The cuddling on the couch was already too much for two people who were supposed to be “just friends” and you knew it; you shouldn’t have let him talk you into staying in his bed and most of all you should have talked about the cuddling in order to skip over the awkwardness.
Unfortunately, it was too late now, and you were stuck in this weird limbo and him being thousands of miles away didn’t help.
Your heart was dealing with this situation on its own accord. It skipped at the prospect of him starting something with other women in Sweden, at the prospect of him coming back and still not talking to you like it used to be. At the thought of your silly little crush ruining a great friendship you felt sick.
You couldn’t lose William as a friend even if that meant having to deal with this for the rest of your life and even if it meant you would have to watch him fall in love with someone else eventually.
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It was a warm August evening in Toronto when your phone rang while you were debating whether or not you would agree to an evening out with some of your friends.
When Williams picture flashed on the screen your heart jumped. According to your quick calculation it was past 12 am in Stockholm and there was no reason for William to call you.
For a second you debated if you should even pick up, but curiosity got the best of you, and you ended up swiping to accept the call.
“Hey,” you greeted softly.
“Hey,” he greeted back, a rustling sound in the background of his voice, like he was in bed. The thought of that sending a shiver down your spine.
“Isn’t it really late in Stockholm?” you asked quietly.
“Yeah, almost 2 in the morning,” he confessed. “I had a shitty day and just wanted to hear your voice I guess.”
Warmth spread through your body at his confession, you liked knowing that in the end you were still the person he called when he was feeling down.
“What happened?” you asked, leaning back on the chair you had set up on the small balcony of the apartment.
“Just a bunch of stuff coming together. It started with someone taking my coffee order before I got to the gym. Then one of the machines broke while I was using it, almost crushing my ankle in the process and during the on-ice session it felt like it was my first time on skates. Rasmus and Alex all but laughed at me out loud. I don’t know, overall, just a weird day.”
You nodded along as he spoke. “I´m sorry to hear that.” You weren’t sure if he wanted to hear stuff like “tomorrow will be better” so you left it out and just listened about how he went on about what went wrong during skating and how in the evening their dinner place got his order all wrong just to top it off.
“I wish you were here to experience the craziness with me.” He muttered at the end of a story about how Rasmus almost drove a golf kart into a lake while he was chasing his ball. Your heart skipped again.
That wasn’t a very “we´re just friends” thing to say. “I miss you too,” you mumbled so quiet you almost hoped he wouldn’t hear it.
“Next year I´ll take you.” The statement lingered in the air for a bit. You didn’t know what to say and apparently neither did he.
“I´d like that,” was what you settled on.
He went on telling you about the family trip, about how he would leave for Milan and the European player media tour soon, about how he missed dinners at Sugo but how he loved the comfort of having real Swedish food. He told you about the craziness of having all his siblings around, about Rasmus and how he was basically the sixth Nylander at this point before concluding with how he felt about Mitch Marner leaving the team and how he and Auston had a long conversation about it just a few days ago.
“I´ll miss him, for sure, like we´ve been through all this shit together. It will be weird to not have one of us three around. Like, we grew up together in the organization.” You nodded.
“Anyways, enough about me. Tell me what’s up in the city.”
So, you told him about work, about how your ex-roommate was still giving your trouble and about how your friends tried to set you up with a blind date, but the guy was a no-show.
Just like when you were standing in his bedroom a few months ago, you thought you saw him flinch at mentioning that you had a date with someone.
“He´s a dumbass for standing you up.” Was what William muttered in between your sentences.
When you glanced at the clock it was past 10 pm in Toronto, which mean it was past 4 am in Stockholm. You felt bad for keeping him here with your stories but at the same time, the comfort and the familiarity that came with talking to him took over quickly and you didn’t want to let him go.
So, you kept on chatting until you saw gleams of sunshine in his room.
“You should get at least some sleep,” you mumbled yawning. “I should really head to bed too, there´s a meeting at 9 tomorrow.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”
“Sleep well, Willy.” He shot you a crooked smile. “Sleep well. See you in a few weeks.”
When he had hung up you let your head flop back on the headboard of your bed. This conversation was so easy, and the familiarity made butterfly do looping’s in your stomach, but you couldn’t even spare a second to let you think about the “what could be” again.
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He called and texted on a more regular basis from that point on. More pictures of the dogs, more pictures of random things, some of friends, but your favorite ones were the ones captured “reminded me of you”.
It was anything from food to random books he saw or signs or landscapes, sunsets and even an early Italian sunrise once, your favorite.
Your friends kept telling you that you had long crossed from a friendship into the early stages of a relationship, but you kept putting them off by telling them that it had always been that way between the two of you.
At the same time, you knew that you were dangerously close to steering into unknown territory.
Everything since the almost kiss was somehow filled with a tension that hadn’t been there before. Subtle things, like his reaction to telling him you had a date, or shivers running down your spine when he told you that he missed you and couldn’t wait to see you again with that smirk of his, that seemed to set you off in recent days.
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You saw him again at the unofficial Leafs welcome back party at John Tavares´s house.
Having been around the team for a while now it was natural for you to be invited, and even if you weren’t, William wouldn’t show up with anyone but you as his plus one.
The other girls on the team always raised their eyebrows when you arrived together, regardless of the number of times you had told them that there was nothing going on between the two of you. Little did they know.
But you arrived alone this time, having been stuck doing overtime for weeks on end this month it was the first time you really had the time to go out and enjoy an evening where you didn’t crash in bed as soon as you arrived home.
With that filled schedule came not having had time to see William since he came home from Sweden a week ago.
You were itching to see him again. The pull that had started off as something small and simmering getting stronger with each day that was passing.
Aryne greeted you with a hug and a “so good to see you again” before basically shoving you in the backyard where a number of players and significant others had already gathered.
Hugs and greetings were shared, introductions to the new players and women were made, you joked with Auston, shared a knowing glance with Matthew Knies when Simon Beniot almost tripped over his own daughters diaper bag and spend a considerable amount with Gab McCabe and their new baby. William nowhere to be seen.
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The energy shifted when he stepped out on the patio, shared hugs with teammates, and “welcome to the team”s with the new people before he caught your gaze from the other side of the backyard.
Goosebumps spread over your arms of the intensity of his look that connected with yours. “Damn did it just get hot in here?” Auston mumbled next to your ear, earning him a stern look from you.
“Come on, we all know you´ve been dancing around each other for years. When will one of you finally act on it and put all of us out of the misery?” the captain chuckled.
“Shut up, Matthews,” you groaned, earning you another chuckle.
“I´ll do something else…uh…over there,” he said before rushing to join a conversation between Chris Tanev and Brandon Carlo, just to get out of the situation.
William had made his way over to you in the meantime. His gaze was locked on you and a massive smile spread on his face when he was close enough you could already smell his familiar scent.
When he wrapped his arms around you, you melted into his embrace. The comfort of being close to him again overtaking your emotions. “Hey,” he mumbled into your ear. “Hey,” you muttered back, quickly pulling away again, remembering you were still in a backyard full of his teammates.
“Missed you,” he said, sending butterflies into your stomach again. “Missed you too,” you replied sheepishly.
You chatted for a few minutes about Sweden, about your work and about the welcome back party before splitting up again, you to help Aryne with the food and William to catch up with some of his teammates, but with the promise to catch up more later.
“You and Willy seemed awfully close out there,” Estelle noted when you gathered dishes from the fridge and started mixing salads.
You shrugged. “It´s always been like this, nothing new to report on.”
She eyed you up and down. “Come on. We all know there´s something between the two of you, there´s no way his intense stares mean just friendship. He was literally eye fucking you from across the backyard.” Matthew chimed in on his way to grab another drink.
“This is girls talk Matthew.” Estelle scolded laughing.
“Please, I had to stand next to Willy shooting longing glances to the door waiting for you to come back out for the past ten minutes. I should get the right to speak.”
You felt your cheeks turning red and hot.
“She´s not denying it,” Alice chimed in from the couch where she was feeding her daughter.
“Come on, something happened, right?” Estelle pressed.
You focusing a little too hard on tossing the salad gave you away. “So, something did happen?” she almost yelled.
“Come on, give me something for having to endure him out there,” Matthew chuckled, leaning on the kitchen counter, definitely not leaving now.
“We almost kissed before he left for Sweden.” Estelle yelped. Matthew grinned. Alice chuckled. Aryne, who just walked back in, starred in confusion.
“Oh my god. His behavior makes total sense now,” Matthew chimed. “Kniesy,” you whined. “What, I´m just observing.”
“Has anything happened since?” Alice asked.
“No, he left for Sweden, it was weird for a bit, but he called me out of the blue one day and after that we chatted daily basically,” you confessed.
“Was he flirting?” was the unison question.
“I don’t know…maybe…probably…? He kept sending me pictures saying that reminds me of you,”
“Totally flirting,” Estelle whispered to Matthew loud enough, so everyone heard.
“Why are you holding back? That man wants you.” Aryne laughed, making everyone laugh.
You blushed again. “I don’t know…he made a few comments that always involved something along the lines of we´re just friends, I... I guess I just don’t know if he´s actually serious.”
“You stood a millimeter too close to Auston earlier and he was shooting him a death glare that was so bad he rather talked about baseball with Brando and Tanny than be in your close area,” Matthew chimed in.
You buried your head in your hands. “I don’t know if I want to ruin our friendship.”
From the corner of your eye, you saw Alice shoot the rest a knowing glance. “I´m afraid, the friendship is already ruined, what you make out of it is in your hands though. William clearly wants to have more with you, but he´s holding back probably because of the same reasons. One of you has to initiate something.” She said. “For the sake of us all,” Matthew added quietly.
“As much as I love some good sexual tension, the one you and Willy have is kind of freaking me out,” he added, making everyone laugh again.
“There wasn’t the right time to bring it up since he came back. I´ve been swamped at work and today doesn’t seem right either.”
Estelle softly patted your back. “Tonight, after this, you talk. Or tomorrow. Or the day after, but do it soon, waiting just makes it worse.”
You opened your mouth to say something else, but John and Simon stepped through the door. “Are you planting roots in here? The grill is almost ready, and we have a bunch of starving hockey players out there.” John laughed, breaking the tension in the room.
“Coming right up,” you rushed out, speeding past him with a bow of salad before anyone could intercept.
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Later that night, some guys had started a bonfire further back in the backyard. John had brought out all the deck chairs and loungers he owned, and people gathered around it, taking in the last bits of calm atmosphere before the grind of the season would pick up again.
Originally you had opted for your own lounger, or to share with one of the girls while their partners chatted with others but William all but pulled you down on his lounger and on his lap, earning you a knowing look from Estelle, Alice, Aryne and Matthew.
“You okay?” he whispered in your ear as goosebumps spread all over your arms.
“A little cold, but it´s okay,” you played it off, while he was already halfway through pulling his hoodie over his head.
“Didn’t bring a jacket?” you shook your head. “I thought it would be warm enough.”
He draped the soft fabric over your head and helped you put your arms trough the sleeves before leaning back again, taking you with him.
You were snuggled against his chest as he softly brushed a hand up and down your arms to help you warm up quicker.
There was nothing friendly or friendship about this interaction and you both knew it, so did everyone sitting around the fire, and probably half the league if you thought about it.
“Do you want to head out soon?” William muttered. You nodded. “One more glass of wine won´t hurt though.”
Estelle grabbed the bottle next to her and filled your glass. While you drunk one by one couples said goodbye and see you soon before heading out. When Auston and Matthew said their goodbyes, you and William followed soon after, after helping to clean up a bit.
“Thanks for having us,” you said as you hugged Aryne goodbye. “Thanks for coming, and for all your help. Next time we see each other you better be a wag too,” she winked before leaning back into John.
“No promises,” you chuckled before stepping closer to William who put a protective arm around your shoulders.
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He offered to drive you back into the city, and you didn’t refuse. You chatted about your summers during the drive, but the tension that had been building for the entirety of the party only seemed to get tighter.
The cuddling back at the bonfire did not help the butterflies in your stomach to stop flipping around, and the conversation in the kitchen lingered in your head the entire time.
When he stopped in front of your apartment building, he looked over at you, his eyes locking with you, heat rising in the car immediately.
With a heavy heart you ripped yourself away after a few seconds. “Let me walk you to the door,” he said, taking off his seatbelt as you opened the door.
“Oh, you don’t have to,” you mumbled.
“I want to,” he almost argued, so you let him.
Arriving at your apartment door, there weren’t many words shared since getting out of the car, but his presence sent lightning bolts through your body whenever you accidentally touched.
“So, that´s goodnight then,” you whispered as you put the key into the lock of your front door. “Right,” he agreed but locking his eyes with you as you turned around in the open door. His eyes moved down to your lips just a second later, making your heartbeat rise and your cheeks flush.
“When will…” He interrupted you by taking a step forward and pressing his lips to yours in a harsh movement that had you tumbling back inside your apartment.
It took your brain a few seconds to completely register what was happening, but as soon as you did you eagerly moved in synch with his lips letting his tongue explore.
He kicked the door closed behind himself and lifted you off the ground, making you interlink your legs behind his back, having to lean down to kiss him now but not wanting to waste a second of contact between you.
“You have no idea how fucking long I wanted to do this,” he mumbled against your lips before pulling you close again.
He slowly kicked off his shoes while still kissing you before moving down the hall towards your bedroom, where he laid you down on your bed before climbing over you and kissing you senseless once again.
Your hand buried in the nape of his neck, gently tugging at any strands of his hair you could grasp making him let out heated noises in the process.
“If you don’t want to go further today you need to tell me right now, before I lose all the control I have left in me, baby,” he hissed before pressing his lips to yours again.
“I want everything today, Will. Everything you´re willing to give.” You breathed out, pulling back a second to just look at him. His cheeks were flushed from the make-out and desire was written clearly all over his face.
He leaned down again and captured your lips in a softer kiss, one that transferred all the emotions he was not yet ready to say out loud. But you got it anyways.
One by one pieces of clothing were thrown onto the floor while you finally gave into the desire and tension that had been building up for months at this point.
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The next morning you woke up sore but happier than you had been in forever.
William was already awake, drawing soft patterns on your naked waist while watching you slowly gather consciousness again. “Were you watching me sleep?” you chuckled quietly.
“Can´t help it,” he whispered before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss that made your heart flatter before pulling you against his chest again.
“I can´t believe we waited so long to do this,” he muttered, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “Me neither, I want to do it again, and again, and again. I´m on cloud nine.” He chuckled. “That´s what I like to hear.”
Silence settled for a while, both of you bathing in the closeness of the other, knowing there was still some things to be said.
You risked it and took the first step. “What does this mean for us?” it was quiet, but you were sure he heard it.
“Whatever you want it to mean,” he explained. “If you want to make this a friends with benefits thing, I take it but I´d much rather get dressed and take you on a breakfast date and then a dinner date tonight and in between we make out like we did last night and just now.”
Your heartbeat rushed at that suggestion. “I think I´d really like the second option.”
a/n: happy no shave/no nut november! an anon had asked about this challenge for william and i couldn’t resist. 😇 thanks to the anons that helped out on deciding on the prize! enjoy and get ready for so much more fic fun to come!
word count: 4.8k
tw: so much smut, dirty talk, masturbation (f and m) but not finishing, fingering (f recieving), nipple play, use of toys, creampie, edging, honestly it’s a no nut november fic so it’s just porn without plot (let me know if i missed anything)
summary: between william taking part in no shave november and no nut november, you think you’re going to go crazy. who knew the month could feel so long?
“I hate November.”
Your whine is obnoxious even to your own ears, childish and petulant. You kick a foot out on the mattress for good measure and William laughs.
“Älskling,” he coos, coming over to the bed and wrapping a hand around your ankle. He tugs gently and you slide easily down the mattress towards him. “You didn’t have to agree to the bet.”
“Yes I did,” you grumble, kicking your other foot at him. He catches it easily in his free hand and then suddenly, you’re trapped, both of your legs held in the air before William pulls you forward again and has you wrap your thighs around his hips. His hands are warm on your skin, calloused fingers stroking gentle, lazy circles. You’re fully aware that, with your legs spread like this, he could easily get his hands on your cunt and can probably feel the heat radiating from between your legs.
Your clit gives a painful throb, untouched and desperate for him.
Nearly three weeks without sex and you’ve never been hornier in your entire life.
It hadn’t been bad at first, and then you’d been on your period and the thought of being touched at all was repulsive. But now you’re rapidly hurtling towards ovulation week and it’s nearly impossible to be in the same room as William without wanting to jump him.
William’s keeping his lips zipped, but the second you find out which one of his godforsaken teammates decided a No Nut November bet was a good idea, you’re killing them.
Of course, you’re partially to blame since you’d laughed at William and told him “how hard can it be? To not have sex for a month.” So he’d made a bet with you, challenging you to take part and not come for the whole month and do the challenge with him. You’d agreed, not really deciding on what the winner gets since you’d figured that you would be able to outlast your boyfriend and would just make him do whatever you wanted anyway. Maybe you’ll make him do all the laundry for a month.
What you’d conveniently forgotten was that No Nut November coincided with No Shave November and William’s rocking a moustache that shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does.
“You did this to yourself,” William laughs, torturing you by running his palms up the inside of your thighs and stopping inches from where you need him the most. “You can stop any time.”
He knows you can’t, knows you’re stubborn as hell.
You scowl at him, completely disagreeable with the lack of orgasms. Your whole body feels tight and like a live wire. Any touch might be enough to send you over the edge.
Frustratingly, William doesn’t seem to be as bothered as you are. Sure, he’s been walking around with some aggressive erections, his thick cock prominent against the front of his pants when he’s home with you. But he’s been like a maniac on the ice, racking up goals and assists at a pace that rocketed him to the top of team’s point sheet.
“I don’t know how this isn’t frustrating you,” you mutter, kicking your heel lazily against the top of his ass. You’re satisfied to see the shape of his cock press against his jeans, thickening slowly. “Shouldn’t you be all cranky and blue balled?”
“Trust me, älskling,” William grumbles, “my balls are plenty blue. But I get my frustration out on the ice. If I’m scoring a goal or whatever, I’m not thinking about how fucking horny I am or how badly I want to fuck you into the mattress.”
You let out a little squeak and your legs instinctively try to close, blocked by William’s bulk. He grins wickedly when your thighs flex and you nearly cry when his hand snakes up and his fingers press against your core, plastering the fabric of your panties against your wet cunt. You wiggle, trying to get away from him, but all it does is make your clit pulse and arousal drip more steadily down the seam of your ass.
“Williammmmm,” you whine, kicking at his back and reaching to pull his hand away. Your grip on his wrist falters when his fingers press down harder, a gasp punching from your lungs.
“You’re so wet, huh, my girl?” He murmurs, dick twitching in his pants. His gaze is locked on you, watching as a wet spot forms on the fabric, soaked through your panties and onto your shorts. “If you asked nicely, I could make you come right now. Just a few presses of my fingers against your little clit and you’d feel better.”
It sounds so nice, relief from the achy fire that’s consumed your body for three weeks. Getting rid of the lust fog in your brain too would be helpful. And he’s right, a quick twitch of his fingers against your clit and you’d probably be a goner. But then you’d also be a loser, and you refuse to be a loser.
“No, no, I’m fine,” you manage to choke out, breathless. Your hips move on their own accord and you know you need to get him away from you soon or you’re definitely going to lose.
“You sure?” He laughs, stoking you lightly.
You nod, biting hard on your tongue. William’s lips are curled up in a wicked smile that immediately turns into a frown and a grunt when you shift your leg and angle your knee so you can press the heel of your foot against the hard bulge in his pants. He grunts again when you press down, smiling sweetly at him.
Shoe’s on the other foot now.
“I could take care of that little problem you’re having,” you murmur, getting relief when he finally moves his hand off your cunt to grab your ankle again and pull it away from his dick. He lets you rest the sole of your foot against his stomach and moves his other hand to block access to his dick.
“You know my problem isn’t little,” he retorts, pinching the top of your foot and making your toes twitch against his shirt. “If anything, it’s getting bigger by the day. You’re going to have a massive load to take when this is over.”
You whine and wriggle on the bed, your core clenching desperately around nothing. “Stop, you’re playing dirty,” you complain. “It’s not fair when you do all the dirty talk looking like that.” You wave your hand in the vague direction of his face.
“Oh yeah, ‘cause you walking around in that skimpy ass towel for an hour after you got out of the shower two nights ago was all above board and clean play,” William drawls, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t seem to realize that his hand is working absently over the fly of his pants, his gaze flickering between your legs and back to your face.
“Yeah,” you shoot back, yanking your ankle away from his grip and rolling away from him, “because I’m just a girl and I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
You get to your feet, still half draped over the mattress, and wince at the uncomfortably wet feeling between your legs. A cold shower and change of clothes will do wonders for your mood.
William rolls his eyes at you, his hand still moving over his cock, and you’re tempted to let him continue so you can win. But one of the dogs barks out in the living room and William turns to the door, hand falling away from his pants.
“Saved by the dogs,” you mutter, grabbing a pair of jeans out of your drawer to change. It’s time for their pre-game walk and you need the fresh air to cool off.
The walk works to tamp down the worst of your arousal and you manage to make it through the game easily enough. Although every time William throws his body against an opponent, you find your face getting warm and your belly flipping. Damn him.
It doesn’t get easier when you’re tucked together in bed after the game, watching TV to unwind instead of your usual post-game routine of fucking until one or both of you passes out. You miss that routine.
“Ah, fuck, stop that,” William grunts, pushing at your hip to put a little space between your ass and his cock. You wiggle, annoyed that he dislodged his half-hard cock from where it was resting in the seam between your ass cheeks.
“I was comfy,” you whine, rolling over onto your stomach. You tilt your head and look at William with wide, pleading eyes and subtly arch your back a little so your ass lifts in the air.
William swats at your ass gently, a bolt of lust shooting right to your clit. “Yeah, too comfy. You’re playing dirty, älskling,” he says with a good-natured smile. The smile twitches his moustache and you sigh, unable to look away from it. All you can imagine is how it would feel between your legs.
You fold your hands under your cheek and lift your leg to drape your thigh over William’s hip. He lets his hand drag up and down your thigh, keeping his touch chaste even as you can see his cock harden in his boxers, tenting and warping the shape of the plaid fabric.
“What if,” you mumble, “we call a draw. We both finish at the same time?”
The perpetual state of horny is starting to make you feel crazy. That coupled with the wave of exhaustion that’s hitting now that it’s the end of the week, you’re ready to jump William and be done with this stupid challenge.
“Say the word,” William’s jaw clicks as he stifles a yawn. It might be insulting that he’s yawning if he hadn’t played a team high time of twenty two minutes on ice and scored two goals. “I’ll make you come in a second.”
“Ugh, no,” you grumble, pressing your face into your pillow. “I want to win fair and square.”
William’s blunt nails scrape against your skin and he drags your thigh higher up on his hip, opening you up to him. “You’re so competitive, älskling,” he mumbles. “‘S what I love about you.”
His words settle warmly in your stomach and you reach a hand out to hook your fingers in the thick chain around his neck, pulling him closer so you can kiss him softly. His moustache scratches at your upper lip and you trace your tongue over his, deepening the kiss even though you know it’s going to drive you both crazy. William’s hand tightens on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to bruise, and you’re both breathless when you break the kiss.
“When you lose, I want my reward to be sitting on your face,” you mutter, huffing a faint laugh out of your nose. William pinches your thigh and you swat at his hand.
“Fuckin’ tease,” he says, tone full of frustrated affection. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and drags you closer, wrapping his arms around your back to keep you in place. You won’t fall asleep like this, but it’s always nice to be tucked up close to William, with his heartbeat thumping steadily under your cheek and his fingers tracing nonsense patterns on your skin.
William’s gone early the next morning, with a kiss to your lips and a light spank to your ass, off on a road trip that’ll keep him away from you for nearly a week. He’ll be home again on the twenty-sixth, with just four days left in the month. The temptation is mostly gone with him, your libido getting a reprieve when you aren’t able to look at his face every day and imagine it between your thighs.
He does his best to tempt you, sending voice memos and photos that have your hands drifting below the waist band of your pajama bottoms when you’re in bed, like a horny teenage boy desperate to jack off. You honestly hadn’t realize that you could even be this horny, your previous boyfriends never inspiring this kind of lust or arousal.
Of course, you give just as good as you get, replying to his messages with pictures of your own featuring new lingerie sets in the royal blue of the Leafs’ jersey. You’re particularly proud of one picture that gets William calling you immediately to complain about playing dirty. You can hear the schlicking sound of his hand choking his cock through the phone and you click your tongue.
“I hope you’re not going to come before the end of the month,” you sing-song. “I thought you had better willpower than that?”
“Älskling,” he groans, a strangled noise, “I’m just about ready to end this shit and fuck you until you scream. My dick is so fucking hard, it’s goddamn painful.”
“Forfeit and I’ll take care of you when you get home tomorrow,” you offer, stomach flipping when you hear his hand’s continued movement. William grunts directly in your ear and the noise shoots straight to your clit, making it swell and throb.
His familiar chuckle draws you back to the conversation, “no way. There’s only five days left in the month. I’m not quitting now, I’ll just take another cold as fuck shower.”
You grumble, annoyed that he refuses to forfeit and impressed by his willpower. November thirtieth is going to be a night for the books.
It’s a bad idea, you know, tempting fate and all that with William expected home in a few hours. If he catches you, if you go slightly too far, you’ll lose the challenge and William will know that you were too horny for your better angels to prevail.
But you miss the feeling of his cock wedged tight in your cunt, filling and stretching you to your limits.
Besides, knowing that it’s risky and you have to keep yourself just at the edge of the orgasm is making your heart beat fast in your chest and your cunt get slick.
You’re comfortable on the bed in nothing but one of William’s t-shirts, the faint remnants of his cologne infused in the fabric. With one leg bent and your foot planted on the mattress, you circle your clit with two fingers, relaxing back against the pillows. It’s light pressure, but enough to get the bundle of nerves swollen and wet. Arousal drips from your entrance and you know there’s going to be a puddle under your ass even if you don’t finish, but you spread your legs a little more and cool air hits your flushed skin.
All of your nerve endings are on fire and you haven’t even started with your toy. It’s shorter and narrower than William, but it’ll do the job in a pinch. When he’s away, you use it more often, no reason to use it when you have the real thing. But you’re at the end of your rope and need the feeling of something filling you, even if it’s just silicone.
It’s just a little plastic cockwarming, you rationalize. You’re not actually going to come, just edge yourself into insanity since you’re already half feral with arousal.
The first press of the toy against your entrance takes your breath away and you work your hips a little frantically over the silicone, soaked and panting with each little push. Your clit twitches and throbs, walls fluttering around the toy as you settle it in place with a final nudge.
“Fuck,” you whine, breathless and trying not to clench around the length of silicone. You close your eyes and focus on your breathing, imagining it’s William’s hot, throbbing cock nestled inside of you, imagining that you’re keeping him warm in a reward for your delayed orgasm. Just the feeling of being stretched out is better than you thought it would be, after so long with nothing to satisfy you.
You whine his name involuntarily, carefully fucking yourself with the toy to make sure you don’t get too close to the edge. Your stomach muscles clench and your fingers brush against your clit, sending shockwaves of electricity throughout your body. When it’s too much, you stop, leaving the toy half in your cunt, arousal dripping down the curve of your ass.
The sound of your heavy breathing is filling the room and you’ve got an arm thrown over your face, heat radiating off your body. Your hair feels damp from sweat and you haven’t even gotten to come. It was a mistake, to edge yourself so much because now you’re feeling even more twitchy, frustrated with the pit of your stomach in knots from holding yourself back.
Your legs feel limp, too heavy to get up and you close your eyes. There’s still a couple of hours before William is home and you need to bring yourself back to a baseline so you focus on your breathing, twitching around the silicone half buried in your cunt.
A warm chuckle rouses you, working its way through the fog of sleep cloaking your brain. You hum and stretch, dislodging the toy from between your legs slightly, a spark of electricity racing through your veins.
“William?” You mumble sleepily, cracking one eye open.
The shape of him is fuzzy around the edges, but you catch the upturn in his cheeks that means he’s smiling at you and the way his arms are crossed over his bare chest. You blink again and he comes more into focus, the grey sweats hanging low and loose on his hips, the hair on his chest fluffed in the way you know means he ran his hands over it roughly after his shower.
“Sleeping Beauty’s been naughty, huh?” He chuckles and you wrinkle your nose at him, still half asleep until he leans one knee on the mattress and reaches his hand out to nudge his knuckles against the base of the silicone dick that’s half buried in your cunt.
You’d nearly forgotten about it and yelp when it shifts an inch or two further inside of you and try to snap your legs shut. William’s reflexes are faster and his other hand grabs at your knee, holding your legs wide open. His grin is positively filthy as he takes in the mess between your legs.
“I didn’t come,” you inform him primly, fisting one hand in the duvet cover.
“Oh yeah?” William clicks his tongue. “Just sat here like a good girl and edged yourself?”
It’s clear from his tone that he doesn’t believe you and really, why should he? Especially when you have the evidence between your legs and drying smears of arousal on your inner thighs.
“Mhm,” you hum, wriggling away. William’s grip is tight on you, his fingers dancing around the base of the toy, twisting it ever so slightly. You hiccup a gasp.
“Seems like a silly way to lose the bet,” his voice is low, raspy. Deft fingers continue to twist the toy inside of you, making your clit swell and your stomach clench. “Coming on a plastic cock instead of mine. But, if that’s how you want to lose…”
He trails off and pushes the remaining few inches inside of you, punching a gasp from your lungs and making your back arch off the bed. You shout and scratch at his forearms, shaking your head. “No, no,” you murmur. “Wan’ your cock, William!”
It’s torture, the way he slowly fucks the toy in and out of you, your walls clenching and arousal dripping down the curve of your ass. Your breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling as you get closer and closer to the edge. William murmurs filth to you, leaning over your body. His cock is thick and hard behind his sweats, and you can feel it twitch where it’s pressed against your thigh.
“Beautiful, my beautiful, dirty girl,” he coos, using his free hand to push the fabric of your stolen shirt up your stomach until it’s bunched up under your chin and your breasts are free for him to play with. He leans down and alternates sucking each nipple into his mouth, his moustache scraping against your skin and his tongue circling each nipple until they’re tight and painful.
“Please,” you whimper, bending your leg and opening yourself wider for him. “I’m done, I quit.”
You can’t stand it any more, the lack of orgasms is making you crazy. It’s not worth winning. Not with William’s dirty mouth running in your ear and his cock hard against your thigh.
“Mutual,” he grumbles, shoving his sweats down with one hand and you gasp, nearly relieved, when you feel the velvety soft skin of his shaft against your thigh. The wet head of his cock slicks against your hip and you arch into him. “Stupid challenge anyway.”
In one quick motion, William yanks the silicone toy from your cunt and replaces it with his cock, your indignant whine morphing quickly into a wanton moan. He fills you to the brim, balls slapping against your ass and clit rubbing against the coarse hair at the base of his dick.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, lifting your knees to his sides and meeting him thrust for thrust. It’s not going to take long for either of you to come like this, spiky hot pleasure already building low in your stomach.
“Fuck, fuck I love this pussy,” William growls, burying his face in the valley between your breasts. The scrape of his moustache and stubble are going to leave makes all over your skin, but you can’t wait. “So goddamn tight and wet, squeezing my cock. Fuck, älskling, so fucking good. Gonna fill you up, gonna make you feel so good.”
You’re not even sure if you’re saying actual words around the noises you’re making as the head of William’s cock batters your g-spot, thickening and swelling inside the tight grip of your cunt. You wail when he presses his thumb against your sore, swollen clit and kick a foot against his back, making him grunt.
He latches his lips around one of your nipples, tonguing at it until it’s stiff and puffy. You arch your back, pressing up into his mouth and the coil of pleasure tightens in your stomach.
“Please, please, oh my god, please William,” you chant, scratching at his back and moaning when his hand splays over your stomach and presses down, the pressure making you see stars behind your eyelids.
“Gonna come, älskling, almost there,” he mumbles, adjusting his angle to hit even deeper inside of you. “Gonna come together, yeah? Me and you, right now, go ahead. Come on, prinsessa, come all over my cock.”
William rubs circles around your clit and you can feel his cock twitch and thicken, bumping up against your g-spot to finally send you over the edge. Your stomach clenches and starbursts dance behind your eyes as the force of your orgasm hits. Above you, William groans and his hips stutter, coming at the same time you do. He fills you, his hips pumping and his fingers working at your clit so you’re both shaking and panting heavily. Beads of sweat roll down his temples and you can feel the sheen of sweat all over your skin.
Your legs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm and William finally finishes emptying inside of you, more than he ever has before and putting your IUD to work.
He collapses on top of you, forcing the last little bit of air left in your lungs out in a harsh exhale. You huff a laugh, running your fingertips over the sweaty, muscled planes of his back, enjoying it when he laughs as you tickle at the spaces between his ribs.
Your legs are locked around his back, his cock still hard inside of you and you rock slightly under him, fully relishing in the feeling. His chest hair is soft against your skin and you try to shimmy around so you can keep feeling it rub against you.
“We’re never going this long without sex again,” William mutters into the crook of your neck. His cock twitches inside of you and he flexes his hips. You can feel the warmth of his come when it’s pushed out of you, making you shiver a bit.
“Stupid challenge,” you agree. The fabric of your shirt is still bunched up under your neck and it’s choking you a bit, but you’re too sated to move. William works his hand between your bodies and toys with your breast, scraping his thumb nail over the sensitive point of your nipple. You clench around him and he grunts. Your clit still feels swollen and sore and need builds up low in your stomach. “I need another, Will.”
His mouth is lazily sucking a mark against your collarbone and he releases you with a wet pop. Propping himself up on one elbow, William grins down at you with a hungry look in his eyes. His hair is messy and damp with sweat. “We need to make up for lost time,” he replies, sweeping his hand up and down your stomach, brushing his fingers close to your clit to see if he can get your hips to jerk. A twitch of his hips has his half-hard cock slipping in and out of your slick cunt, an almost obscenely wet sound filling the room.
You nod, taking your fingers through his chest hair and down through the trail below his belly button. His stomach muscles jump under your touch.
“I think we can be conservative and say I need at least twenty more,” you grin, clenching around him to watch his face twist up in an expression of pleasure. “When you take into account the travel days and whatnot.”
His laughter is bright and loud and he tweaks your nipple. “Greedy,” he murmurs. “Let’s start with three and see if we can beat that record first.”
You let your legs fall to the side and open yourself up for him. Grinning wickedly, you reply, “do your best, Mr. Nylander.”
An hour and a half later, after you’ve gotten two more orgasms and William washed your hair for you in the shower, you’re curled up against his chest with an icy blue Gatorade poured into your fancy Anthropologie glass.
Your legs are shaky, but you’ve never been more content in your life.
“I would say I’m sorry that you lost the team’s challenge, but,” you shrug, sipping at the drink, “I’m really not.”
“Eh, worth it,” William replies. “Only a couple guys left anyway. Hell, even Kniesy lost back in week two and he’s the idiot that suggested it.”
You gasp, shooting up in the bed and nearly spilling your Gatorade. “I’ve been in the orgasm desert because of Matt and he didn’t even have the decency to WIN the challenge?”
William laughs and shrugs. “Yeah, he kind of sucked at it,” he replies, tugging you back against his side, “I think it’s just Mitchy, Domes, Tanev, and Woller left.”
“Wait,” you frown. “What was the prize for winning?”
“We each kicked in one-fifty,” William rolls his up to the ceiling and squints while he does the math. “So, three k? Plus winner gets a steak dinner from Reavo since he was the first to cave and we all have to kick in for the winner’s golf club membership for a year.”
“Jesus,” you roll your eyes. “What is it with you guys and the steak dinners? And if I had known that these were the prizes, I would’ve held out another four days! I thought it was just like a pride thing.”
William laughs again and you let him pull you onto his lap, settling right over his cock. “Älskling, none of us would do this shit if it were just pride on the line,” he says seriously, resting his hands on your hips and letting his fingers dip below the waistband of your sweats.
You roll your eyes again and pout, “obviously cold hard cash, steak, and a golf membership were the only three things that could get you idiots to keep it in your pants.”
“None of those things are holding me back now,” William teases, leaning in to pepper kisses against your jaw. “Want me to take it out of my pants?”
The scratch of his facial hair feels good against your skin and you know you’re going to be beyond marked up tomorrow, but you angle your head to the side anyway to give him better access.
You hum, taking stock of the pleasant soreness between your legs and the flicker of arousal pooling low in your stomach. He kisses down the column of your neck, nipping gently at the jut of your collarbone. William’s hips rock under you and you can feel him grow hard and press into your core.
“I think I could go for a fourth,” you grin, gasping when he trusts his hips up into yours.
“Steak dinner is overrated anyway,” William replies, before taking your cup and putting it on the bedside table so he can manhandle you onto your back. “I’ve got something better to eat.”
Can you please bless us with your amazing writing where there is casual dominance (non sexual) with Willy, reader can shut her brain off with him and he takes pride in that knowing he can create a safe space for her
This was so interesting to write because I´ve never written about non sexual dominance before, always love writing for something the first time
Exactly what you need – William Nylander
You never realized how loud your head was until it went quiet around him.
It didn’t happen all at once. It wasn’t some dramatic moment where everything shut off. It was small things at first.
The way William would take your phone out of your hand when you kept scrolling without actually reading anything. The way he would steer you by the elbow through crowded places without asking, already knowing you would follow. The way he would tell you what was happening next, casually, like it was obvious.
“We´re leaving in ten,” he would say.
And you would nod, relieved, like someone had just taken a heavy bag off your shoulders.
You liked that he didn’t frame it as a question. You liked that he didn’t hover, either. He didn’t need to explain why he was taking over. He just did, like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you trusted him enough to not resist it.
That trust had grown over time.
You met him when your life felt like it was held together with sticky notes and calendar alerts.
You were good at things. You were competent. You were organized on paper, but inside, your brain never stopped running.
Every decision branched into ten others. Every choice carried weight. You were tired of being the one who always had to think.
William noticed before you said anything.
He was observant in a quiet way. He didn’t interrupt your spirals. He didn’t tell you to calm down. He just stepped in where there was space.
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The first time you realized it was happening, you were standing in his kitchen after a long day, staring into the fridge like the answer to your exhaustion might be on the second shelf or next to the milk.
He walked in behind you, glanced once, and closed the door.
“You´re not hungry,” he said.
You blinked. “I might be.”
He shook his head. “You´re tired and overstimulated. Sit.”
You didn’t argue. You sat at the counter while he filled a glass with water and slid it toward you. Then he put food together without asking for input. Nothing fancy. Something steady and warm.
“Eat,” he said, not unkindly.
Your shoulders dropped before you even realized they had been tense.
That was the thing about him. he didn’t make dominance loud. He didn’t posture. He didn’t demand. He just took responsibility when he saw you struggling to hold it all.
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Over time, you started letting him do more.
When you stayed over at his place, he would decide when you went to bed.
“You´re done for tonight,” he said, glancing at the time. “Brush your teeth. I´ll lock up. Meet in the bedroom in ten minutes.”
When you hesitated, he raised an eyebrow, not angry, just certain and you listened. Every time.
In the mornings he woke you up the same way. No alarms. No rushing.
“Up,” he murmured, hand warm on your back. “We´ve got time, but not that much.”
You liked knowing that there was a plan. You liked that you didn’t have to ask what it was.
He took pride in it, you could tell. Not in an ego way, more like quiet satisfaction. Like he was good at this thing, and it mattered to him that he did well.
One night, you finally said that out loud.
You were curled up on his couch, legs over his lap, mind drifting in that soft, blank place you only reached with him.
He was absently rubbing your calf, eyes on the TV, attention split but steady.
“My brain shuts off with you,” you said.
He looked down at you. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “It feels…safe. Like id don’t have to be on.”
His thumb stilled for half a second. Not hesitation. Just awareness.
“That´s because you don’t,” he said. “I´ve got you.”
The simplicity of it made your throat tightened.
From then in, he leaned into it more deliberately.
If you were out together and you got quiet, he noticed immediately. “Come here,” he said, guiding you closer, hand firm at your lower back. “Stay with me.”
If you overexplained something, he interrupted gently. “I know,” he said. “You don’t need to justify anything.”
If you froze over a decision, he made it. “We´re doing this,” he insisted, already moving. “Trust me.”
And you did.
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There was one week when it hit you just how much space he held for you.
You had a rough week.
Work had piled up, family stuff lingered in the background, and your thoughts felt like they were stacking on top of each other with nowhere to go.
You showed up at his place already exhausted, already close to shutting down.
He opened the door, took one look at your face, and pulled you inside. “Shoes off,” he insisted. “Phone on the counter.”
You hesitated with the phone in your hand. Not because you didn’t want to give it up, but because your brain twitched at the idea of being unreachable.
He noticed.
“You don’t need it,” he claimed. “Nothing is on fire and if it is, I´ll handle it.”
That did it.
You set the phone down. The relief hit immediately, sharp and almost dizzying.
He guided you to the couch and sat you down, then crouched in front of you so you had to look at him.
“Talk to me,” he muttered. “What´s loud right now?”
You opened your mouth, then closed it again. The thoughts were there, but the words felt like too much effort.
He nodded once. “Okay. Then don’t.”
He stood, grabbed a blanket, and wrapped it around you like it was routine. Like he had done this a hundred times before.
“Just sit,” he insisted. “I´ll take care of the rest.”
And he did.
He ordered food without asking what you wanted. He put something familiar on the TV, volume low. He checked the doors, the lights, the schedule for the next day. He moved through the apartment with quiet purpose, like he was setting a perimeter.
You watched him from the couch, mind slowly unwinding.
Later, when he sat beside you and pulled you against his chest, you melted into him without thinking. Your body trusted him even when your brain couldn’t keep up.
“That´s it,” he murmured. “I´ve got you. You can shut it off.”
And you did.
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The thing about William was that he didn’t make a show of it.
He didn’t announce when he was stepping in. He didn’t frame it as something you owed him.
He just noticed when your edged started to fray and adjusted himself accordingly, like it was instinct.
The first time you saw it happen in public, it caught you off guard.
You were out with a group of his teammates and their partners. Loud bar. Too many conversations overlapping. Too many opinions being thrown around like everyone expected you to grab one and run with it.
You tried. You really did.
You smiled, nodded, answered when spoken to, but your energy drained fast.
William noticed the shift before you did.
You were standing next to him, drink untouched in your hand, when he leaned in slightly.
“You’re done,” he said quietly.
You frowned. “I’m fine.”
He glanced at you, not convinced. “You’re not. Come on.”
He took your drink and set it down on a nearby table without asking, then placed his hand at your back and steered you toward the door. No drama. No apology. Just movement.
No one questioned it.
Outside, the air was cool and quiet. The noise dropped away like someone had shut a door in your head. You exhaled without realizing you’d been holding your breath.
He stood in front of you, blocking the sidewalk just enough that you had to stop.
“Talk to me,” he said. “What happened in there?”
You shook your head. “Nothing specific. Just…too much.”
He nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, tugging it closed in a way that felt deliberate.
“You don’t have to push through things like that,” he said. “Not with me and not with the guys either, they´ll understand.”
You swallowed. “I don’t want to be a problem.”
That got his attention.
He tilted his head, eyes sharp but not unkind. “You’re not.”
You hesitated. “It feels like - ”
He cut you off gently. “It feels like you’re used to being the one who manages yourself no matter what. I get that. But you don’t have to do that here.”
You looked at him then. Really looked.
He wasn’t annoyed. He wasn’t burdened. If anything, he looked grounded. Solid. Like this was exactly where he was supposed to be.
“I like taking care of you,” he added. “Especially when you let me.”
Something in your chest loosened.
From then on, he didn’t wait for you to hit your limit.
If you were heading out together, he set expectations early.
“We’ll stay an hour,” he said while you were getting ready. “Maybe less. I’ll drive.”
You nodded, relieved.
If someone asked you a question that sent you spiraling, he answered for you without hesitation.
“She’s good,” he nodded. “We’ve got it covered.”
And instead of feeling erased, you felt protected.
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There was one afternoon that stood out more than the rest.
You were supposed to spend the day together running errands. Simple things. Groceries, a stop at the bank, maybe a walk if the weather held. It shouldn’t have been stressful.
But you woke up already overwhelmed.
Your brain latched onto every small detail. The list. The timing. The feeling that you were wasting the day somehow even though you hadn’t started it yet.
William noticed when you stayed in bed longer than usual.
He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.
“You’re spiraling,” he said.
You sighed. “I’m just tired.”
He shook his head. “No. You’re stuck.”
You sat up, rubbing your face. “I don’t want to ruin the day.”
“You’re not,” he said easily. “Plans change.”
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, resting his hands on your knees to keep your attention.
“Here’s what we’re doing,” he continued. “We’re canceling the errands. I’ll go later this week. You’re staying home.”
You blinked. “But - ”
“No,” he said, firm but calm. “You don’t need another day of pushing.”
You hesitated. Old habits kicked in. Guilt. The urge to argue.
He squeezed your knees once. “Look at me.”
You did.
“I need you to trust that I know what you need right now,” he said. “Can you do that?”
You nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
“Good,” he said. “Then stay in bed for ten more minutes. I’ll make coffee.”
He stood and paused at the door. “And don’t think. That’s my job today.”
You lay back against the pillows, heart steadying.
He wasn’t wrong. The moment he took control, the pressure eased.
Later, when you were curled up on the couch with a blanket and a mug in your hands, he sat across from you, watching like he was taking mental notes.
“You know,” he said, “you’re a lot calmer when you let yourself lean.”
You shrugged. “It’s hard not to feel weak about it.”
He frowned. “It’s not weak.”
You glanced at him. “It feels like I’m handing you responsibility.”
He nodded. “You are.”
That made you tense slightly, but he kept going.
“And I’m choosing to take it. That’s the difference.”
You hadn’t thought about it like that.
He leaned back, stretching his legs out. “You don’t disappear when I step in. You rest. Big difference.”
The word stuck with you. Rest.
That night, you asked him something you’d been circling for a while.
“Do you ever get tired of it?” you asked. “Of…being the one who holds things together for me?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Then he said, “No.”
You waited, unsure.
“I get tired when I don’t know where I stand,” he continued. “When things are unclear. With you, it’s clear. You trust me. That makes it easy.”
You swallowed. “You take it seriously.”
“Yeah,” he said simply. “I do.”
He looked at you, expression open but steady. “If I’m going to step into that role for you, I’m going to do it right.”
That was when you realized something important.
He wasn’t controlling you.
He was choosing to be responsible for you in the moments you couldn’t be.
And you were choosing to let him.
The balance of it settled deep in your chest.
Later, as you leaned against him, eyes heavy, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and murmured, “You’re safe. I’ve got it.”
A/N: Okaaaaaay so hi again. I have no real excuse, I took meds that made me completely brain dead and not capable of a single creative thought. But I'm off them now and I'm newly obsessed with Matthew Knies so here we are. IT's not as good as some of my work but I'm trying to get the hang of this again so bare with me.
Warnings: Smut, plot? we don't know her. Never even been in the same room as her. Enjoy.
“(y/n)! Can you come get me?” you heard you best friend Matthew slur on the other end of the phone call. He had woken you up but you didn’t care you were already up trying to find a jacket to put on over your pajamas.
“Matty, where are you?”
“I don’t know a bar I guess? Auston took me. Gonna get another beer. Come get me please I miss you.”
“Is Auston still around?”
“He’s getting a beer. I’m gonna go see him.”
“Let me talk to him please?” it was noisy in the background but he didn’t talk for a minute which concerned me.
“Here he is.”
“Hello?”
“Hi Auston it’s (y/n), Matty asked me to come pick him up but he doesn’t know where he is.”
“Yeah he’s had a few. Good luck with that when you get him home.” Auston laughed and then gave me the name of the bar. I thanked him and hung up.
I got in my car and started driving the way my gps told me to go. It didn’t take more than 10 minutes to get there. Luckily Auston was waiting outside the bar with Matthew for me so I didn’t have to go in in my pajamas. I got out of the car and Matthew grinned at me.
“You came!”
“Of course I came you drunk, drunk man. Let’s get you home.”
“I wanna go to your house.”
“Why my house?” I asked very confused trying to help Auston lead him to the passenger side.
“Your house is cozier and you’re there.”
Auston shot a knowing grin over my way. I elbowed him in the gut and refocused on doing up Matty’s seat belt. Auston knew about my feelings for Matthew because I drunkenly confessed to him once while I cried at the bar when Matthew was dancing on another girl. Luckily he hadn’t said anything to Matthew about the incident. I had stopped going out with the boys though most nights.
“Alright, are you good? Do you need anything?” I asked him.
“No, I just want to go to your house.” he slurred closing his eyes.
“Thanks Auston.”
“No worries, take care of our boy.” he winked at me and I rolled my eyes. “See you tomorrow Knies, get some rest.”
Auston went back to the rest of the boys I was guessing and I started driving.
“Are you sure you want to come back to my house?”
“Yes.”
“But your bed is comfier.”
“Will you come to my house with me?”
“Why?”
“I miss you. I want to hangout with you.” he said looking over with a big grin on his face.
“Okay. Yeah I’ll come over but only because you look so cute.”
“I’m not cute! You’re cute!” he mumbled.
“Thanks Matty.” I smiled and if I blushed it was too dark for anyone to know.
We were quiet until we got to his house. I stopped the car in the parking garage and he tried to get out himself almost falling out of the car.
“Jesus Matthew. I was coming to help you!” I scolded putting my arm around his waist trying to keep him upright. It didn’t work well because he was a giant fridge of a man and I was 5 foot 2 on a good day. It didn’t help that he just kept laughing so hard he was almost falling over.
“You’re so cute.”
“Matthew shh it’s late, other people are sleeping.”
“You’re so cute.” he whispered giggling again.
“Give me your keys.”
“You’re gonna have to dig for em.” he said with a lopsided grin and a wink.
“Fine you big baby.” I called his bluff and stuck my hand in his dress pant pocket to get his keys.
“Well that wasn’t as fun as it could’ve been.” he mumbled as I unlocked the door and let us both inside, turning on the light as we entered. “Look at you, aren’t you cold?”
“No, I was in the car pretty much the whole time.”
“But it’s so cold and you are in tiny little shorts.”
“They’re my pajamas! I wasn’t exactly planning on waking up and leaving the house in them.” he swayed and fell into the wall. “Love! Let’s get you to bed.”
“You gotta come too.”
“I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Then I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Are you going to act like a child all night?”
“Yes.” he said simply grinning again, making me roll my eyes.
“Stop being cute.” I teased pushing him down the hall towards his room. He shocked me completely when he stopped walking and boxed me against the wall with his arms and body.
“Or what?” he asked, his breath fanning over my face with a smirk on his face where his easy going grin should’ve been. “You gonna make me?”
“Um..” I was too flustered to really react. No words would come out and I was feeling really put on the spot, something I didn’t like.
“No sassy remarks anymore eh?”
“Let’s go, you need to go to bed.” I mumbled snapping out of it and ducking out from under his arms. He sighed but followed me to his room.
“You gonna force me to wear pajamas?”
“Wear whatever you want Matthew, I’m not your mom.” I took off my jacket and put it on his chair leaving me in a cropped tank top. I noticed him looking at me biting his lip. “Get out of your dress clothes you goober.”
“Help me.” he whined.
“With what?”
“I can’t get the buttons.” he pouted.
I sighed and went over to him. He had untucked his shirt already and he was sitting on the edge of the bed. I stood between his legs and started unbottoning the shirt. I got two buttons undone when I felt his hands find a place to rest on my hips. It made my hands fumble a little but I recovered. I got the rest done and he shimmied out of the white fabric. I tried not to look I really did but it was so hard. He was so handsome and sculpted. There was no other word for it. He looked perfect. I think he could tell I was struggling though because he spoke up.
“I don’t care if you look, you know that right?” he got up off the bed and I stepped back.
“I wasn’t looking.” I mumbled looking at the ground.
“Look at me.” he said simply. I shook my head and he used his thumb and finger to lift my chin until I looked in his eyes.
He undid his pants with one hand while he still held my face looking at him. I really struggled to not look down as his pants fell. My eyes flickered and he smiled a really wide smile. I blushed like crazy in the dimly lit room hoping he didn’t see it or was too drunk to point it out.
“You can look.” he urged me.
“I’m not gonna make you uncomfortable in your own apartment.”
“God, it doesn’t make me uncomfortable! I like when you look. It makes me feel good when I catch you looking at me.”
“Matty come on. Get in your bed.”
“Fine but you’re coming with me.” he laid down and pulled me with him. I squealed as I landed half on top of him, not expecting it. He laughed.
“Matthew why did you do that?” I asked laughing too.
“I want you to stay here with me tonight. You always take the couch and it’s very comfy but I want you here with me. I thought you were gonna run away.”
“Still might.” I joked trying to get out of his arms. I figured I’d have the element of surprise but he was too quick and wrapped his arms around my waist which put us in an even more compromised position. Now I was completely on top of him stuck.
“No you won’t. You’re stuck with me. Trapped.”
“Why are you so strong?” I asked laughing as I tried to wiggle my way out of his arms to no avail.
“I bench more than you weigh.” he said with laughter dancing in his eyes.
“No wonder you’re fucking jacked.” I mumbled.
He let out a laugh and I stopped fighting the embrace. In relaxing my body though I felt him half hard when he shifted underneath me. It took everything in me not to make a sound, he was too drunk to care and let out a soft groan.
“Did I do that? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I panicked trying to get off but instead just ended up giving us both more friction.
“I’m going to need you to either stop moving or move more.” he said in a low voice in my ear.
I looked at his face and was so torn. On the one side this would probably be my only chance to ever touch him, on the other side he might really regret it in the morning. I got a little brave and pushed my hips down on his. He let out a suprised moan.
“More.” he said softly, looking in my eyes. I did it again and watched his eyes roll back. “I wish you were riding me right now.”
“Matthew you’re too drunk.”
“In the morning?” he asked hopefully making me laugh.
“You don’t want that.”
“Oh yes I do. Always have.” he looked at me carefully before continuing. “Have you?”
“Matthew come on.”
“No have you wanted to? Tell me I’m not crazy or taking everything wrong.”
“You’re not crazy. I have always wanted to, too.”
“Then why do you always flirt with Auston?”
“I’ve never flirted with Auston.”
“He kept winking at you.” he said sadly. “And he’s hotter than me.”
“He was winking at me to make fun of me for liking you. And he’s absolutely not hotter than you. No one is.”
“Kiss me.” he said with a goofy smile.
“Matty no you’re drunk.”
“Just one? Give me something so I have sweet dreams.” he said with his signature grin back on his face.
“Fine. Just one.”
I leaned down and connected our lips in what was supposed to be a simple sweet kiss. He let go of my waist with one hand and tangled his fingers in my hair, keeping me in place while we kissed. I got so lost in it that when he nipped at my bottom lip I opened with no hesitation deepening the kiss. I didn’t even fight him on it, he dominated the kiss immediately and I melted into it. It took everything in me to pull away. He tried to follow my lips and whined when I pushed him back down and crawled over to the other side of the bed.
“I want another kiss.” he whined putting a hand on my hip, rubbing at the bare skin of my stomach.
“Love, go to sleep. It’s time for bed.”
“Give me one more kiss?”
“No. It took all my self control to stop that first one.” I said laughing.
“Fiiine. In the morning?” he asked hopefully.
“In the morning you can do whatever you want to me if you still want to do anything. Okay?” I turned away from him and pulled the blanket around me. He turned and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer to his strong body.
“In the morning I’m going to make you feel so good you’re going to forget about everything except me, my tongue, my fingers and my cock. That’s a promise babygirl.” he kissed me cheek and laid back on the pillow.
His words went straight to my core. I wanted him so bad but he was drunk and I wasn’t going to change my mind and take advantage of him like this.
We stopped talking after that and just snuggled more into each other. We fell asleep pretty quickly, him before me, probably aided by the alcohol in his system. I had a restless night. I kept waking up hoping it was morning but every time I checked my phone it was still to early so I’d go back to sleep.
I woke up to a really pleasurable sensation. As sleep cleared my mind I put two and two together that the pleasure was coming from Matthew slowly rubbing circles on my clit. I could feel his dick against my butt and pushed it into him catching him off guard, making him groan into my hair.
“Good morning babygirl.” he kissed my neck and it was my turn to let out a soft moan. “You still down to let me have some fun with your pretty little body?”
“Absolutely.” I turned in his arms, making him stop touching me but I captured his lips in a searing kiss that he returned enthusiastically.
He manhandled me easily, pulling my body on top of his, never breaking the kiss. He put his hands on my hips but I pushed them down to my ass before tangling my fingers in his hair. He grabbed my ass and pushed it down onto him, this time I didn’t stop myself from moaning in his ear. We kissed like that for a little while, dry humping like teenagers on their mom’s basement couch. I broke away to breathe and his lips went to my neck biting every once in a while, making me moan even more.
“Someone’s sensitive.” he teased. I could feel his smile on my neck.
“Shut uuup.” I groaned, pushing him down to the bed, catching him off guard. I tried to take off his boxers but he stopped me. “What?”
“I’m making you feel good, remember?”
“So I can’t make you feel good?” I asked raising my eyebrow at him.
“Not yet babygirl.” he flipped us over, making me squeal and blush. “Thought you had the power huh? Not that easily.”
He lifted up my shirt and started leaving kisses on my chest before taking a nipple in my mouth, swirling his tongue around it. I could barely focus on that because as he was doing that he was untying the string to my shorts. I was a little too excited about this.
“Lift your hips.” he said, leaning back to pull my shorts down. I helped by doing what I was told. He stared at me for a minute biting his lip before he moved his body down the bed, throwing my legs over his shoulders. “So fucking pretty.”
“Matty stoop.” I looked away, blushing.
“Eyes on me babygirl or I won’t do anything.” he said, biting my inner thigh.
“Ow. Asshole.” I grumbled, making him laugh.
I kept my eyes on his though and he stuck to what he said, leaning down to wrap his lips around my clit. I squirmed and moaned loudly under his expert tongue. He held my hips down so I couldn’t squirm away from him or buck up into his face. He kept up his assault on my core and I noticed he was moving his hips against the bed to get some friction too. That was even hotter to me, the fact that he was getting that desperate because of me.
I was getting closer and closer to the edge. I knew he could tell because he added two fingers into the mix, fucking me with them in the most delicious way and I could see his grin when I moaned and looked down at him.
“Fuck Matty, I’m close.” I whined.
“Yeah? Gonna cum for me pretty girl?” he asked lifting his head but continuing fucking me with his fingers.
“Yeah. You’re making me feel so fucking good.” I put my fingers in his hair and pushed his head back down, making him chuckle.
“My needy girl.”
He wasted no time going back down like he was a starving man and I was the most delicious meal. I felt the familliar feeling of teetering on the edge build up. I didn’t want this to end but I also couldn’t hold back as much as I wanted to. Especially when he spoke up again.
“Don’t hold back babygirl. I want to make you feel good.”
“Don’t want it to be over yet.”
“Don’t care.” he sped up his motions and it was so intense that my orgasm crashed into me like waves. He worked me through it until I was an over sensitive, shaking mess.
“I wanted that to last.”
“Yeah well,” he crawled up my body and hovered his face over mine, his breath fanning my lips. “I wanted to see you cum. And I want to see it again. And again. And again.”
He punctuated each sentence with a kiss to my neck, making me shiver. I reached up, wrapping my hands around his hips and pulling him down so our hips met. He groaned into my neck and bucked his hips into mine again. And again. And again.
“Matty you’re so hard.. Let me get you back.” I wanted to taste him so badly.
“I told you last night. I’m going to make you feel good. Don’t worry about me. Not this time at least.” he winked at me.
“I need you. I want you to fuck me so bad Matty please?” he was watching my lips as I worried the bottom one with my teeth.
I thought he was going to kiss me but instead he stood up off the bed. I was going to whine until I saw that he was just taking off his boxers. My eyes widened when I saw him fully naked for the first time. He wasn’t huge but I definitely knew it was going to feel like he was. I made grabby hands at him and he smiled fondly coming back to lay between my legs.
“Can I?” he asked resting his forehead on mine. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Matty, please? I promise I want this just as bad as you do.” I pulled him down for a kiss that was all tongue.
He brought one hand that was boxing my face down to hold himself and rub his head through my folds making us both moan. He would almost put the head inside but at the last second pull back. It was a delicious torture. I was so desperate for him that the next time he did it I bucked my hips and he slipped in, not expecting it, letting out a gutteral groan. He didn’t bother with anymore teasing, just bottomed out and stayed there for a second.
“You can move.”
“Not if I don’t want to cum I can’t.” he said making me bark out a laugh of genuine surprise. He let out a breathy laugh into my neck. “Fuck you feel so good pretty girl. So tight and warm around me.”
“Come on Matty, fuck me.”
“It’ll be over to fast.”
“So we’ll do it again?” I said like it was obvious.
“You’d want to do this again?”
“Matty, are you really going to question if I like you when you’re literally balls deep in me?” I asked raising an eyebrow at him. He laughed for real this time.
“I guess I am.” he said with a fond smile.
“Well if it’ll make you fuck me because as much as I love cockwarming, that’s not really the vibe I’m going for this time. I like you so much Matty. You’re my favourite person and I’ve wanted to do this forever.”
“I like you so much.” he gave me a kiss as he started snapping his hips into mine. I moaned into the kiss and I had been right. He felt so big in the best way. I got so lost in the feeling of our bodies merging together. He was so vocal and I loved it so much, never being with a man like him before. I could feel his thrusts getting more sporadic and sloppy.
“You getting close?”
“So close.” he whimpered. He fucking whimpered. If that didn’t go straight to my head. “Please can I cum?”
“Of course you can baby. Cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel. Mark me as yours Matty.”
He whimpered again as his thrusts got quicker trying to reach his own peak. He stilled inside me then kept going with lazy thrusts working through his orgasm as he moaned loudly in my ear until it was done. He collapsed on top of my body and I was squished but it felt so nice that I’d never complain about it. Eventually he leaned back to pull out but then leaned back in to give me a really intense kiss like we had shared the night before.
“I want to just lay in bed with you naked all day.”
“Well I mean you do have a game later. Can’t really miss that.” I teased poking his cheek that wasn’t laying on my chest.
“Fine but until then?” he looked up hopefully.
“Sure Matty.” I said laughing at how cute he was.
“Just so you know I want you to come tonight to the game. Maybe sit up with the wives and girlfriends.”
“Hmm I don’t know I’m not one of those things am I?”
“You’re really gonna make me say it aren’t you?”
“Of course I am. Use your big boy words.” I continued teasing.
“You’re a dick.” he said laughing. “Go sit in the booth as my girlfriend. Please?”
“Do I get a cool jacket?”
“Yes I can get you a cool jacket for next time.”
“Okay deal.”
“You’re only in it for the cool jacket.” he teased.
“You caught me.” we smiled into a kiss and it was perfect. What a good morning.
summary: john tavares' sister is the social media manager for the leafs. she loves her job and the friendships she forms with the team - but what happens when her older brother invites her new crush to live with them.
[word count] 14.2k
warnings: NSFW! secret relationship | brothers teammate | mutual pinning | fluff | suggestive themes | smut | kissing | oral (female receiving) | unprotected! p in v intercourse | read at your own discretion.
pairing: matthew knies x reader
a/n: okay I write this like over a year ago so it’s not the best! also i originally wrote it with an original character in mind - so if you see a name instead oh y/n….no you didn’t.
🎵 your are in love by taylor swift, fearless by taylor swift, I can see you by taylor swift, glue song by beabadoobee & clario, lovers by anna of the north, midnight love by girl in red, I want to hold your hand by the beatles, universe by kelsea ballerini, + I won't give up by jason mraz
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"he doesn't have a place to stay, so I offered him the other spare," john's voice was grainy over your cellphone speaker but you heard his words loud and clear. "It's the right thing to do."
"yeah!" you we're kind of in...shock. "The kids will love it..." they would - you weren't lying. that doesn't change the fact that you were kind of nervous.
your brother must've been able to tell by your tone, "you okay?" he asked.
you cleared your throat. "yeah."
"he's a good kid and he's your age - you've met him right?"
you have in fact met him. you have worked for the leafs for about a year. they had needed a new social media manager and somebody to run their teams tiktok account. When john told you, he said the team wanted more fun and interactive content on their pages and recommended you.
you had the degree and the charisma so you were hired with no questions. The fans loved the style of content you were posting, and the team had a great time answering your questions and lip syncing to stupid audios.
you were introduced to the newest maple leaf only a week ago. matthew knies had answered one of your daily questions before a practice and you were totally in awe. convinced you had never seen a better looking guy your age, you immediately developed a crush on the rookie.
so yeah, "I've met him two or three times. very polite."
"yeah," john says. jace runs into your legs and you grunt out from the force of your nephew slamming into your shins.
aryne walks into the living room with baby rae in her arms, she was feeding her. "is that john? is he on his way?"
"are you on your way?" you relay his wife's question. you can hear his turn signal in the background.
"yeah, 10 minutes away."
"10 minutes," you tell your sister in law. she smiles at you, ruffling jace's hair as she passes. your nephew has climbed into your lap, playing with the string of your hoodie.
"so," you begin, "when does he move in? do I need to get the bedroom ready..or?" you tried not to make yourself seem to eager to know. your brother couldn't know about your crush on his teammate.
"no no, i'll do the room. don't worry," john says, "he'll be moving in, probably in the next few days. I'll get everything ready when I get in."
you hold in a sigh. "okay, well, i'll let you go, I've gotta wake Axton up and help out with dinner."
"okay, I'll see you all in a bit. love you guys."
"love you," you say, "Jace say bye daddy." you hold the phone up to the little boys ear and he says just what you told him to. John and you laugh and then hang up.
yourself and aryne get dinner started after axton woke from his nap. aryne and you had always gotten along great, which is lucky considering she's married into the family. you're just glad she wasn't some stuck up girl like the kind of girls you'd grown up with. she was like the sister you've never had, which is why she could tell something was on your mind.
"you're quiet," she observes, slicing her knife through the carrot sticks. "you okay?"
"yeah," you say it too cheerful and immediately cringe at yourself, eyes not leaving the potatoes you'd been peeling. "just you know, nervous about the new...roomie. it's like college all over again," you try and laugh it off but aryne raises a brow.
"why would you be nervous?"
there really wasn't a point in lying to her. not only was she like a big sister but she acted like a best friend. "aryne I'm convinced i'm in love with him. he's the most beautiful man I've ever seen." you groan, hands falling into the pile of peelings in defeat.
"oh god," she says. she puts her knife down as jace and axton run through the kitchen giggling. "boys! no running please."
"Don't tell john," you say. "It's nothing serious - just a crush!"
"You know me," aryne says, hand on her hip. "our secrets stay our secrets." she goes back to her chopping. "besides," you look towards her with raised brows, "he's a cutie, maybe you guys will -"
"enough!" you throw a peel at her.
"hey!" johns voice calls through the house, and the sound of four feet running towards him can be heard. baby rae giggles and coos in her high chair as your brother enters the kitchen.
"hey," he repeats, kissing aryne on the lips and squeezing your shoulder on his way past. "what are you two gossiping about,"
"nothing," you say, putting the potatoes in the pot as you and aryne begin boiling the soup.
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matthew had moved in a week ago. you were right, jace and axton adored him. so did you but you didn't mention that to anybody except aryne and only after two glasses of wine.
you're sure he is actually the sweetest guy like ever. not only does he treat your nephews and niece with the most gentle care, but he has so much love and respect for your brother and sister in law for letting him stay in their home. aryne says she sees him looking at you often, but you don't believe her. matthew was just as lovely when he spoke to you at home and at work - which is weird saying 'see you at home' to two leafs now - but you digress.
It was wenesday morning practice, and you were working. it was question day, so last night around midnight when you happened to remember - you grabbed the bristol board and sharpie and wrote: 'who's your celebrity crush?'
you stood near the entrance of the rink, cup of hot tea in your hands, with the board propped up against your legs. your co - worker, maddie, was holding the work phone, ready to record the players heading onto the ice, answering the prompt as they came from the locker room.
morgan rielly came first and chuckled at the sign.
"cmon mo, give us an answer," you laughed along with him.
he hummed for a moment but settled on, "megan fox."
you and maddie were getting a lot of the same answers, megan fox or margot robbie with an odd ball thrown in every now and then.
"here we go," you laughed knowingly as mitch marner slowed down to read the sign. he dropped his head back in defeat, "can I say my fiancé?"
you groaned, "mitch no."
and then you noticed another body slow down and read the sign as well. you tried not to blush when you smelt the cologne on matthews neck, a dead giveaway that it was him.
mitch rubbed his jaw, "you guys make these too hard," mitch concludes, "you're trying to put me in the dog house."
matthew laughs and your knees get weak.
maddie scoffs, "it's not hard, you're just difficult."
"exactly," you agree.
"alright, let me see the phone," mitch grabbed the cellphone, directing it in your direction, a giggling maddie behind mitch's shoulder. "alright, kniesy , get your interview pants on."
and matthew goes along with it. you didn't think he was comfortable enough - too shy maybe but no. he held a fake microphone towards your mouth and asked "who's your celebrity crush, Ms. Y/N Tavares?"
you felt your face wanting to get hot and you internally scolded yourself. "oh you know.."
"it's not difficult," mitch mocks you and matthew laughs.
you grab the non existent microphone, which just ends up with you pulling Matthew's glove closer to your face, holding his hand in place. "oh my god, It's Dylan O'brien you freaks." matthew laughs as he looks down at you. "now let me do my job and ask you the questions."
mitch gives a laughing maddie the phone back as william nylander walks out, followed by john. your brother barley stops to look but laughs, walking away as he calls out his answer.
william ponders briefly but says, "madison beer." mitch sucks in air fast, "good one!" mitch starts to walk away, "i'll say margot robbie!"
"boring!" maddie shouts with a laugh.
matthew stands with his hand on his hips and takes a deep breath but then he just like, walks away which is...rude.
"hey," you say, "are you going to answer?"
he looks back with what looks so be a slight smirk, "I can't tell - it's a secret!" and you swear you see him wink at you, but based on maddie's reaction of turning to you all wide eyed and open mouthed - you are certain matthew knies definitely winked at you.
—
matthew was sitting on the family room couch, scrolling through his phone as you came down the stairs. at the sound of your foot steps, he looked up and towards you, a small smile overtaking his lips.
you sent him a closed mouth smile back. "hey."
"morning," matthew said. he couldn't help but notice how fresh you looked. you had just showered and gotten ready, and matthew was smitten at the smell of your strawberry honey shampoo mixed with whatever sweet fragrance you sprayed on.
"are the kids up yet?" you didn't hear them, so you knew the answer already.
"don't think so," he hums, "just us so far."
you nod in agreement. "well, I was gunna head for some tims coffee before anybody had woken up, but, I mean, did you want to come with me?"
he was up off the couch before you could finish, "yeah." he said it so casually and the way he whipped on his hat so perfectly and grabbed his keys was just....ugh.
you two made small talk until you were both seated and buckled into matthews car. he passed you the aux cord wordlessly, which was just, wow. you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling too hard and took the cable from him, hitting shuffle on your playlist.
"so," he started, pulling out of the driveway, flicking on his signal for the passing cars on the street. "how long have you been working for the team?"
he glanced at you quickly before pulling onto the street, the gps pulled up on his phone between his (massive thighs) legs, letting him know where to go.
"probably about a year now...and maddie joined me about 3 months ago. she's great and has helped a lot." after all, what if matthew wasn't winking at you but maddie - what if all this time he's been trying to get know maddie. how humiliating would that be - god he probably doesn't even think -
"do you like it?" matthew brought you out of your depletion. the way he had said it was almost like he could read your thoughts and he was telling your brain to shut up.
matthew didn't know you were johns sister when he first met you. not until you were introduced as so. sure, you both had dark hair and the same eyes, but you were a girl and matthew was clueless so why would he assume that the girl who thought was the most beautiful woman he's ever seen was related to his new captain.
it wasn't until auston matthews said, "have you met johns sister yet?"
"I don't think so," matthew said, "was I supposed to?" he had been confused because why would johns sister be there.
"our social media girl? you know, the hot one with dark hair." auston said it so nonchalantly but matthew felt his face drop. it couldn't be.
"fuck." was all he could say because fuck was right. he was lusting over his captains sister.
"yeah, I love it actually," your answer to his question snapped matthew out of his thoughts. "everybody is so lovely, and the friendships i've gained with the guys, it's amazing...even when mitch drives me up the wall."
he could just tell by the tone of your voice that you truly loved working for them. his phone alerted him they were two minutes away from tim hortans.
"the guys like having you around," matthew says. "or at least I do anyways, It's nice."
"thanks. means a lot." you look over at him and admire his side profile. he is so handsome. the music stops and changed over to the next song. with furrowed brows, matthew glances to the screen and then smirks. "big swiftie?"
you were kinda shocked that's what he said first and didn't slander her. "yeah," you said carefully. "are you?"
he laughed, "duh."
you gave him a skeptical look as the car pulled into the entrance of the coffee shop. he glanced over and saw your face in disbelief and rolled his eyes playfully.
you laughed out in shock, "hey! you can't blame me for being skeptical."
"you're right," he surrenders one of his hands, the other using the wheel to steer them into a parking spot (which was super hot.) "what If I told you i'm in my 1989 era? would you believe me?"
he unbuckled his seatbelt and you stared at him fondly. a look that had matthews stomach doing flips. "yeah. i'd believe you."
"good." he jumped out of the car and rounded to your side to open the damn door like some gentleman and you swooned. a swiftie and opening the door? was he just full of green flags? "you're definitely in your lover era," he states, "the vibes are too strong for any other era."
you laughed. "lover is great."
and when you both made it inside and started the order, you felt like crying when matthew ordered timbits for the kids, got john and aryne a drink and asked what you wanted and then payed for it all wordlessly - you swore you were in love.
as you waited for the drinks you could feel matthews eyes looking down towards you, because hell he was tall and had no choice but to look at the top of your head. "do you always get that drink?"
you rolled your head back to look into his eyes and nodded. "yeah, you can try it if you want."
"i'll stick to my hot drink," he smirks. "hot coffee over cold all day."
you have him a perplexed look. "what?! you're wrong."
"I'm not!" he laughs, moving to grab the tray of beverages as the teen calls it out from behind the counter. "my taste it clearly superior if we're even having this conversation."
you chuckle, "sure big guy."
back in his vehicle, your music resumes from where it left off, the stunning cords of corniela street flowing through the speakers once more.
"that would be a good question for your account." Matthew starts and you raise your brows in question. "ask the boys what their favourite Taylor swift song is? I bet the fan girls will love it - mitch too."
you think it actually would be a good question and take a mental note. "I agree."
__
It was after a team breakfast when you chose to go around with your mini - microphone to ask the boys questions for this weeks video. the team was all dressed comfortably, which is a nice change for the feed, most of them happy and full of delicious food so it was easy to get them to comply for the video.
It was just you today, maddie had the day off so you went around with your phone in one hand, paperwork under one arm and mini mic in the other hand.
"nick, what's your favourite taylor swift song?" nick robertson looked at you with raised eyebrows. he kissed his teeth and his hands on his hips before leaning down to the microphone.
"anti - hero." you thanked him and he laughed. "was that a good answer?"
you smiled, "yes."
and you kept moving, asking any player who you laid eyes on.
"joseph, what's your favourite taylor swift song?" "love story"
"willy, what's your favourite taylor swift song?" "look what you made me do."
"mitch, what's your favourite taylor swift song?" "my fiancés is cardigan so cardigan."
"auston, what's your favourite taylor swift song?" you asked the forward, with a smirk on his lips he looked down at you.
"I don't know any." he was teasing you, obviously.
"yes you do," you laughed, "think hard."
"I am."
matthew could hear your laugh from across the room and his eyes landed upon you and auston. he was looking at you with a look that Matthew didn't like and you were laughing at what he was saying and that made him feel a bit...funny.
before he couldn't even think about what he was doing, he marched over there, abandoning his conversation with kerfoot and joining you and auston.
"hey," matthew says. "are you doing questions today?"
and just like that, you smiled that bashful smile and your cheeks got warm and matthew felt good.
"yeah!" you said, microphone swiveling towards matthew as you captured the two of them on video. "matthew, what's your favourite taylor swift song?"
he smiled and wanted to scream. you had used his question. it filled him so much joy and pride because auston may find you hot and make you laugh but you were using his questions and blushing at him.
"well, y/n," matthew started, taking the mini - microphone from your hands and bringing it to his mouth. you giggled. like an actual little girl. "my favourite taylor swift is cornelia street."
you spit thickened and you felt like you couldn't swallow. oh, you think, that's the song you had played in the car when he proposed the question. it was so...sweet.
"mines probably you belong with me," auston speaks and you have to blink hard because you forgot the goal scorer was even there.
matthew was looking at you with a look that makes you hot and bothered. you're sure now, this isn't been in your head. he was flirting.
"thanks, yeah," you take back you're microphone, "thanks. I better go ask o'rielly the same question, he looks left out."
and then you just left, matthews eyes burning into your retreating figure.
you were so screwed.
—
after that video went out, fans were absolutely loving matthew knies. and fair enough, you think. he was especially popular with the leafs female audience, and once again, you couldn't blame them.
fans wanted more matthew knies - they loved him and loved when you posted videos with him or about him. you also happened to love it too so it was a win win.
"it'll be quick!" you say quickly, "don't you want me to succeed at my job? give me content." you pass your brother the phone.
matthew laughs at your words and you smile.
"do you think you have the idea of it john?" you and already explained when to stop the audio and when to pan to who about 8 times now.
"yeah, yeah." he says. "why can't I be in the video?"
"well one, the audio is only two people," you point out, fixing your hair, "and two, the fans love matthew. you're outdated old man."
your brother laughs.
"okay, ready?" you ask matthew.
he crosses his arms and it makes his chest look even broader. "oh yeah, y/n/n, cmon now."
john doesn't catch on to the lovetseuck look you're definitely giving his teammate - thank god. probably too busy thinking over his instructions again.
"okay, john," you say.
the tiktok starts and the audio begins. you instructed him to focus on you for the first portion. you begin lip syncing to emma chamberlains met gala interview with jack harlow.
"i'll see you in there,"
video stops. you tell him to pan to matthew then, who delivers his line perfectly in your opinion.
"cant wait. love you, bye."
he chuckles when the video stops and you can't help but smile at him. you tell john that both you and matthew will be in the next shot.
"love you," you lipsync with a smile and as instructed, matthew walks out of view, and the last seconds of the video you give a shocked look to the camera - playing out the original interview clip perfectly.
matthew laughs and you and john join him. "ugh, perfect."
john gives you a high five and moves to collect his bag out of the trunk of his vehicle.
matthew joins you as you watch the tiktok over. his body is warm against your back, breathing soft and it tickles your exposed neck, making your stomach tingle.
"they'll love it," you say, "my bosses and the fans."
"how could they not?" he says, eyes looking into yours. "we killed it. you killed it, like usual."
"don't praise me matthew it turns me on." you say before you can even think of who you're talking to. what the fuck, your face drops, why did I say that? "I mean -"
matthew looks at you with a look you can't quite decipher and then he says, "good." he smirks and just leaves, grabbing his bag and walking into the players section of the arena with john. leaving you dumbfounded.
after making sure the audio was properly synced up and that everything looked okay, you posted the tiktok to the maple leafs account with the caption: when the knies/tavares household pulls up for work.
your favourite comment was one you found that said they shipped you and matthew - but you kept that information to yourself.
—
matthew couldn't help but glance at you discreetly once again. he had actually lost count of all the times he found himself admiring the side of your face, only lit up by the movie playing infront of you.
he was slightly smirking when you looked over at him, "matthew, pay attention." you scolded, pulling the blanket up to your chin and rolling towards him on your side. you weren't touching, but the heat of his body made you shiver.
"sorry," he breathes, eyes moving back to the movie.
"I can't believe you've never seen this before, It's a classic." you stated.
"I don't usually like romance movies," matthew says.
you sit up slightly, "how to loose a guy in 10 days isn't just a romance movie," matthew laughs as you try and mimic his voice, "it's funny and unique and creative and- ugh, just look-" you are distracted by Matthew McConaughey teaching Kate Hudson how to ride a motorcycle. "if I was that annoying and somebody still fell in love with me, I'd be smitten."
"you are that annoying," matthew is giving you a look when you scoff and roll your eyes at him. just then the two of you are both laughing, matthews head falling to your shoulder.
"I can't believe you," it's a whisper as it leaves your lips, eyes downcast as you look into matthews eyes. his head is still on your shoulder, looking up at you like a giant puppy dog. "i'm not annoying."
he smirks and you have to refrain from kissing him. "you're not annoying, no."
you smile triumphantly before pushing his head off you softly, to which it's his turn to scoff into the dark room. "rude."
"you love it."
"i do," matthew says back. he watches your face heat up as you try and keep focused on the tv. he's in trouble.
__
you had always found him attractive, but something about him helping the kids make mini pizzas had you wanting to fuck the shit out of matthew knies.
he was so gentle with the boys, and you're heart just melted everytime.
john and aryne had gone out for the night for a date - which was much needed. the leafs had an off day, which was rare, so you made your brother and his wife take the time and focus on them - with the promise you and matthew would watch the kids. well, you promised you watch the kids. you told matthew he should go out with hang with his friends but he declined. 'I'd much rather stay here with you...and the kids of course'
oh okay matthew i'll just fall more in love with you.
"wow, jace look at your pepperoni smiley face!" you're holding rae as you praise your nephew and he giggles, showing you his little teeth. "is it ready for the oven?"
"yes," jace said.
"okay, hold my hand to get down." his little palm grabbed yours and he slid off the kitchen chair.
"matthew, is axton almost done?" jace pulled on the leg of matthews sweat pants with a giggle.
matthew looked down and laughed at the kids sweet expression, "just about buddy."
you rounded the island to looked at your other nephews pizza. "wow!" you smiled and axton gave you a toothy grin.
"axton wanna show your aunt how you put the cheese on?" matthew asked him and you gave an encouraging nod when the blonde looked back up at you.
his chubby little fist grabbed a handful of shredded mozzarella and let it fall on the pizza with a laugh.
"good job baby!" you said, ruffling his hair. "is it ready to go in the oven?"
"yes," he gurgled.
"alrighty," matthew picked him up, swinging his little body out of the chair and placing his feet on the ground. "let's get these in the oven, don't touch okay guys. it's very hot."
"listen to matthew - I gotta put your sister down for bed, okay? i'll be back soon" you told them and they nodded. matthew watched your retreating figure with a grin on his face. he had put the two pizzas in the oven and sat with jace and axton in the living room. the boys were playing with toy cars and then suddenly jace bounced over onto matthews lap with a cheeky grin.
"what's up dude?"
"do you love my aunt y/n?"
"what?" matthew asked, tickling his stomach to make the boy laugh. "where'd you learn that from?"
"I learned from mommy." he said. "she says to aunt y/n that you love her."
oh, he thinks, am I that obvious about my feelings.
"i love everybody in this house. even you jacey." matthew says and jace, satisfied, leaves his lap, playing with his toys again, the only sound being the toy car wheels running on the hardwood floor and the hum of the over cooking the pizzas.
matthew thinks about you then, and how perfect you are. your smell, your smile, you're body...he needs a cold shower and a reality check.
later after you ate dinner and put the boys to sleep, you and matthew were busy in the kitchen. matthew was putting away pizza toppings and wiping down the counter top while you were elbow deep in soap suds.
you heard matthew chuckle to himself and you quirked an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder.
"what's so funny over there?"
he looked up at the sound of your voice and shook his head. "nothing, just -" he collected a handful of dirty dishes left over on the island and brought them over to the filled sink. "-earlier, jace asked me If I loved his aunt y/n."
your hands stopped scrubbing the plate you were working on, looking up towards him on your left. he was leaning his hip against the counter, arms crossed as he watched you.
"oh, god," you chuckled breathlessly. "sorry, he's just, curious."
"I don't mind, really." matthew says it quick and it makes you swallow hard. "At least he doesn't think I hate you...which is good. because I don't."
"right," you laughed, "I don't hate you either."
he looks at you all soft and you just want to grab his face with your hands, soap and all, and kiss him.
"y/n..." his arms uncross and it looks like he's about to reach out and touch you. "I've been waiting-"
the code beeps at the front door. "we're home." aryne says, smile happy and cheeks warm. stomach full of one glass of wine...or two glasses.
you try not to let your face show disappointment as matthew does the same.
"the kids go down okay?" john asks, tossing his keys on the counter.
"yeah," you clear your throat, eyes darting back to the sink. "everything is great."
"thanks again," aryne says, hugging your waist from behind. "you guys are the best."
"of course." matthew said. you glanced at him softly out of the corner of your eye, but he was already looking at you.
—
with the playoffs, it was harder to get content like you usually strive after. the boys were busy with extra practices and they were extremely focused on trying to win games - which, you know, was good.
so you got the most content with fans before the games, taking pictures and videos for the account - which was just as fun.
the guys rocked the first round and you texted matthew every night when they were in tampa, congratulating him on his goals and the teams performance: you tried not to scream of joy when he had sent back the kissing face emoji.
fast forward to a rather difficult round two. thankfully the leafs had pushed it to a game five, which was...good you suppose but still nerve wracking nonetheless.
you had been standing with aryne when it happened. often when you worked, you tried to join aryne and the kids during the warm up to capture some family content for the page. you were entertaining jace as the boys played, your eyes weren't even watching the ice or anybody but then the crowd stood in a rather negative uproar - and not the kind of disappointment when flordia scored a goal - it was different.
"oh no," aryne winced and your eyes shot up, seeing matthew laying on the ice looking rather...uncomfortable.
"what's happening?" you asked her. the trainer had reached matthew and was speaking to him with a hand on his back.
"he kinda got...slammed down. his head hit the ice."
it took a few minutes but he slowly got up, but had headed straight down to the tunnel. the game resumed but you had been too distracted by what happened to pay attention. 20 minutes passed and he still hasn't returned, which wasn't good.
"maybe you should go check on him?" aryne suggested.
you stopped biting at the skin of your thumb. "no, i'm okay." you said it quick and not even you were convinced at your own words.
aryne sighed. "y/n..."
you didn't budge.
"he doesn't have any family here besides us...I'm worried too and axton keeps asking about him - and I can see that you're stressed. go."
you took a moment but nodded in agreement, "okay, yeah," you grabbed your pass around your neck as a nervous habit, "yeah, are you okay with the kids?"
"of course," she said.
"I'll text you."
It didn't take long to reach the assessment room. that's where you found matthew and the team doctor and trainers. they turned at the sound of you entering the room and the trainer sent you a tight lip smile. the doctor was doing another test on matthew but you could tell by his eyes. something was wrong.
"is he okay?" you asked billy, the usual trainer, in a whisper.
"concussion for sure," he sighed, "even if the season keeps going, he won't be able to play."
you felt like crying for him. his nhl dream is cut short for the season. "oh." you whispered.
"y/n?" matthew asked. you tucked some hair behind your ear and moved towards him.
"hey.." you sat down in the stall next to him. billy was directed by the doctor to speak outside, giving you and matthew a moment alone. "how are you feeling?"
"like shit," he sighs, head falling back against the stall. "This sucks." you think you see his lip quiver and that makes your heart ache.
"It does," you agree, placing a hand on his knee and rubbing it soothingly.
"how come you came down here?" matthew asked, "i'll be fine."
you shake your head and look down, tears collecting in your waterline. "oh you know...the boys were wanting me to check -" you look up towards his face and he looks at you so concerned - the guy with the concussion was looking at you like he was concerned about you.
"I was so worried." you admit finally, tears welling in your eyes. "i'm just...sad for you."
"don't cry," he says softly, "I don't want you to be worried about me. I'll be okay." he tucks a piece of hair being your ear, hand trailing down your pleather jacket. "I mean, I got a killer headache but it'll go away," you gave him a look. "besides, if you worry too much you'll give yourself a stroke and then our new social media manager won't be you and then I can't flirt." he was trying to be funny.
"don't crack jokes," you try and scold him, "it's not funny." you can't help but smile though.
his fingers play with your keycard around your neck. "I feel better seeing you though. anytime I see you I automatically just feel like 100 times better."
"matthew," you whisper, "you're too concussed to be flirting like this."
"yeah, but," he grabs your cheek softly, "I mean it. y/n, I really like talking with you, and flirting with you, and hanging out with you. the other day in the kitchen...I was going to tell you but then your brother came in- I know I like you."
you smirked, "like as a friend or.."
"shut up.." he mumbled through his grin.
you kiss him, gently as you didn't want to shake his brain anymore than it's already been shook. his lips carefully move against yours in a way that feels so soft and comfortable you could cry again. matthews hand drops from your face and down your chest, forearm wrapping all the way around your waist until he's pulling you to stand, dragging you towards him, slipping his thick leg between both of yours.
he grunts out and the buzzer goes off throughout the area, signalling the end of a period. reluctantly, you pull away, hands caressing the side of his face. "did that hurt your head?"
the way you ask it so genuinely makes matthew feel like he's healed. he smirks lazily up at you, "no -i'm feeling really good."
the door clicks, signaling its being opened and you jump away from him, running a hand over your hair in attempt to look natural- and if matthew had to cover his crotch that was nobody's business.
later after a disappointing end to the game, successfully ending the leafs season, you all made it home. aryne had ordered pizza as john said he wanted something greasy - which was nice. the entire time at the table, you kept catching matthews eyes, to which he'd smirk and look away. you're positive your cheeks were permanently red for the duration of dinner.
and when you slipped your foot up matthews leg and he had to cough to cover his gasp, well, you couldn't help but smile cheekily to yourself.
you were laying in bed. glancing at the clock at the top left of your phone screen you groaned put. 1:38 a.m.
without thinking much of it, you opened your text messages.
y/n tavares
you can't tell john
his replay came almost immediately.
matthew knies
I won't
matthew knies
why are you still awake?
y/n tavares
just been thinking a lot
y/n tavares
why are you still awake. you aren't supposed to be on your phone
matthew knies
🤷. it's my hourly wake up. aryne was just in here to check on me
matthew knies
why's got you thinking so much that you can't sleep?
y/n tavares
you honestly
matthew knies
me…why?
y/n tavares
because we kissed
matthew knies
<3
—
the next morning was quiet. everybody woke up around 9, even the kids which was nice. you all had breakfast together not long after waking, and then right around lunch, john and aryne took this kids to aryne's mom's, leaving yourself and matthew alone.
you walk down the staircase after returning from your room, pulling the hoodie you had retrieved over your shoulders. matthew was sitting at the kitchen island, twidling with his thumbs. he wasn't allowed screen time for 72 hours because of his concussion, resulting in a very uneventful morning.
you smile softly at him as he meets your gaze, a sudden nervousness washing over you. I mean, you two like totally made out the day prior, and you hadn't stopped thinking of his lips since.
matthew was the same way. not a second had gone by without thinking of you and the kiss, hell, it was all he could really do without his phone - even after the texts he shouldn't of responded to anyways - he would do anything for you.
"hey," you start and he smirks lazily at you.
"hey," matthew repeats. the two of you hadn't had a moment alone since the kiss and suddenly everything felt really real.
you tug at the sleeves of your hoodie, sitting down at the empty barstool beside him. "how are you feeling?"
"better now that you're here." he says easily, leaning in closer to you. you blush under his intense gaze, biting your lip as you watch his eyes flicker down to your mouth and up again. "how are you feeling?"
you frown slightly, "I'm fine?" you laugh.
"I mean, like, since we kissed." you don't say anything at first so matthew continues, "I like you, like, a lot and everything I said last night...I meant. but I didn't even ask you how you were feeling or if you felt the same way. I just want to check on you."
oh, you think, that's actually really sweet. "matthew I haven't stopped thinking about you since the moment we met. I've had a crush on you like this whole time," you say shyly and matthews smirk grows, "I was so nervous when john told me you were staying here because I thought if you were around me too much you would get sick of me and then you wouldn't fall hopelessly in love with me," you laugh. "but i suppose I was wrong."
"you were definitely wrong," he agrees, tucking a piece fallen hair behind your ear. he moves down your body until he's interlocking fingers with the hand you had resting on the table and he squeezes it three times. "when I first met you, I didn't even know you were johns sister."
"no?"
matthew laughs, "no! and then auston asked if I had met johns sister. he said you were the hot one."
you laugh, "auston thinks im hot?"
"hey!" matthew laughs, "too late for that. anyways - I thought there was no way that the most beautiful girl i'd ever seen was the sister of my new captain. I thought there was no way that...this would happen."
he gestures between the two of you and you smile sweetly.
"guess i'm the luckiest guy in the world, huh."
"I think we both are pretty lucky," you slide off the stool, and matthew spreads his thighs as you move to stand between them, your hands wrapping around his neck as his rest on your lower back, dangerously close to the round of your ass.
matthew smirks.
"so," you state, "with that being said - I want you. like, all the time. even when you go back home, I don't want whatever this is to end."
"I don't want it to end," he agrees, "I want to like date the shit out of you."
you giggle and matthews heart flutters. you're so beautiful, he thinks.
"so you don't have like a girlfriend at home or anything?" you're joking but you do glance at him with a serious look and matthew's face drops.
"god no," he says, rubbing a hand over your ass. "and you don't secretly want auston right?" but he's truly joking and you roll your eyes playfully.
"nah, the guy I want is right here," matthew leans in and presses his lips to yours, squeezing you tightly and pulling your body closer to his. you sigh into it, fingers running through his hair.
"i'm going to miss you when you're gone," you say against his mouth.
"i'll miss you," he says quickly, "but in the mean time, i'll make sure to get as much as you as I can."
you lean in to kiss him again until your phone beeps with a text.
"it's john," you say, "he says there leaving now. they'll be home in 30."
matthew smirks, "mhmm what could we do for 30 minutes...?"
you giggle, running up the stairs towards your room, matthew following.
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"mhmm, that feels so good." your words are a breathless sigh against the darkness of matthews bedroom.
his bright eyes flicker up to meet yours, his strong arms wrapped around your thighs as he spread your legs, giving himself free range to keep pleasing you.
once matthews concussion was cleared, he headed back home for a month to visit and catch up with his family and friends. that meant leaving you and your new relationship behind. he texted you constantly, so anytime john was near, you made sure the phone wasn't accessible to him.
both you and matthew were absolutely smitten for one another.
it was his first night back from his trip back home, and seeing him again for the first time made you horny - like, immediately. but of course, you controlled yourself around your family to keep the secret a secret. and you had controlled yourself for 10 long, excruciating hours. john and aryne had gone to bed around 9 and as soon as 10 was about to hit, you snuck down to matthews room.
so here you were, with matthews mouth working wonders on your pussy - the squelching of your wetness and breathy moans were the only noteble noises in the room. "fuck, matthew, keep doing that."
he groaned against you, and it had pushed you over the edge, cumming hard all over his face and his fingers he had buried inside you.
shirtless, he crawled up over your naked body, kissing your neck up to your face until you could taste yourself on him. "fuck," he said.
you pushed him onto his back, and he smirked, watching as you climbed on top of him. you pulled his cock out of his underwear, letting it slap hard against his toned stomach. using your slick, you coated his dick before using your hand to line him against your entrance.
you sunk down, moaning loud enough so that matthew had to cover your mouth with his big hand - which obviously turned you on more.
you started rolling and bouncing on his dick fast, gripping your tits as his free hand thumbed at your clit. "fuck, i'm gunna cum soon." he told you.
you moaned, "me too."
he smirked up at you all hot and sexy, "you gotta be quiet."
you smiled breathlessly, continuing to jump on him, taking all of him inside you. between your two bodies was soaked in your juices, making the noises in the room even more intense.
matthew grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your back without leaving your warmth, where's he started to fuck you at unfathomable levels, having your mouth hang open in a silent scream.
you were almost there, the coil in your stomach was about to snap until the light in the hallway flicked on. matthew stopped his movements, his one hand covering your mouth incase any noises slipped out.
his door was locked, of course, but what if. you start to pray it's somebody just using the bathroom but matthew starts to move inside you again, giving you a smirk. fuck, you think, this is so hot.
your eyes roll back and you grip his shoulder as you cum, tightening around his length as he plummets into you. out of the corner of your eye, you can see the light flicker off just as matthew shoots his load into you, effectively bringing your attention back to him. "ugh god." he says into your neck.
how the hell were you supposed to face anybody in the house tomorrow: how the hell were you going to walk after that.
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you and matthew had a habit of discreetly slipping out to get the mail. you actually did always end up getting the mail - but it was never about that. you two just wanted to spend time with one another, away from prying eyes and questioning.
matthew's body was big and warm pressed up against yours. the heat of the setting sun was relaxing, setting the tone for when matthew could finally slip his hand into yours.
you sighed, head dropping to his shoulder as you approached the community mail box, about half a block away from the house.
"you okay?" he says softly and your heart just about wants to melt.
"yeah," you lean your head back to look at him, "I just needed this." you squeeze his hand to prove a point. "I missed you when you were gone."
"I missed you too," he stopped walked and wrapped you in a hug. "like, wayyyyy too much - I think I jerked off like 5 times-"
"ew!" you screeched out a laugh. "you're gross."
the ways he's smirking all hot and his tan skin and he's bulked back up already from the weight drop at the end of the season and it's just...so good. it gets even better when he kisses you, right in the middle of the sidewalk. and you think you want to marry him.
—
"anything exciting happen over the weekend?" maddie asked you, her soft lips tugged up in a knowing smirk. unlike the rest of the world, she knew about you and matthew and the blossoming relationship.
"nope," you say, setting up the daily question sign, along with your ring light and tripod: ready to capture the team.
"right..." she says, "so no...I don't know - 6 foot 3, hot, muscular, brunette hockey players pay your vagina any visits?"
"maddie!" you scold, "you're being too loud." you look around to make sure nobody was in earshot.
"what!" she laughs in defence. "it's like i'm watching a romance novel, I need to ask the right questions."
you start recording as the players exit the dressing room and make their way to the rink, passing you both, slowing down to read an answer the question provided.
"what's your favourite movie?"
you were getting a nice range of answers, which was good. from oppenheimer to when harry met sally - the boys did not disappoint.
you felt a nudge to your ribs from maddie, which made you raise your brows and look up from the work on the laptop. she gestured towards the players tunnel so you followed her eyesight, only to land on matthew walking out.
immediately, you felt hot, smiling as you made eye contact with him.
he smiled back, coming to a stop to read the sign. he walked closer until he was standing as close as he could to you with still being in camera view. "what's your favourite movie?" he asked you.
you suddenly became shy, tucking some curled hair behind you ear. "oh, I - I don't know."
"yeah, you do." he said immediately, that cheeky smile once again on his lips.
you looked up towards him gobsmacked, you you just knew maddie was watching you two with an open mouth and heart eyes. it's the way he was looking at you: so adoringly.
"probably how to loose a guy in 10 days." you say.
"okay mine too." he tells you and then directs his eyes to the camera. "how to loose a guy in 10 days."
and there's no way you can keep that interaction in the video and post it because the way he talks to you is so...hot.
"okay," you repeat back to him.
"okay," he says back, gloved fingers gently squeezing yours behind the bristol board before leaving you to stand alone, giddy as you watch him skate.
—
"careful, you're gunna get soap in my eyes," you scold matthew as his hands scrub your scalp with shampoo.
"close them then," he tells you and you gasp out a laugh, slapping his strong wet chest with your hand. he smirks, his fingers working wonders over your head, you eyes having no choice but to close in pleasure.
the two of you were taking advantage of the empty house, john away at an event for his foundation, aryne and the kids out visiting her parents and grocery shopping. as soon as the door clicked leaving the two of you alone, matthew practically raced you to the shower, stripping and stepping into the spew of water.
"alright, rinse." he tells you, directing you around to let the warm water wash away the suds.
"your turn," you say. you're stretching trying to reach the top of his head and he laughs down at you.
"having difficulty?"
you give him a look and it makes his smile wider. "help me," you eventually whine out. he obeys, his large hands wrapping around the back of your thighs, pulling you up to wrap around his hips.
as you begin to happily wash his hair, you feel his soft lips trail down your neck, down the valley of your breasts, and moving to take your nipple into his mouth.
"matty," your head falls back.
he stops, unwrapping your legs from his waist, placing you gently back on the floor. "I love when you call me that." your hearts swells at the look on his face, continuing to beat hard as he grabs your face and kisses you.
kissing matthew was always amazing. his lips were so plump and soft, making for the perfect make out everytime. what feels likes hours pass, his lips not once leaving yours. you swear if you looked down, your fingers would be pruned.
a soft knock on the bathroom door breaks you two apart and you gasp, slapping a hand over matthews mouth. he raises his eyebrows at you, unimpressed by your slap, but you ignore him.
"hello?"
"hey," aryne says on the other side of the door, "we're back."
"okay," you say, trying to ignore the way matthews big hands we're feeling you up.
"where's matthew?" his hands stop kneading your ass and he gives you a bewildered look.
"oh, umm, I think he's in his room." you say quickly.
"okay," she says, "I'm going to go see what he's feeling for dinner."
"no!" you say too loud and way too quickly. it has aryne frowning, hesitating by the bathroom door.
"no?"
you meet matthews eyes. "yeah, no. I think he's sleeping."
"okay," aryne doesn't sound convinced and that had you worried. "alright, well, i'm sure he won't mind whatever I decide."
"tell her i'm down for tacos." matthew whispers and you shush him.
"I think he mentioned something about tacos earlier, If that helps." you tell her matthews wishes anyways which earns you a cheesy grin from the man.
"okay," aryne says, "alright, anyways, I'll see you when you're done."
"yup," you say, listening to her footsteps as she walks away from the bathroom. immediately you groan, head falling to your boyfriends chest.
later after everybody has eaten dinner, the kids have been put to bed and matthew and john went downstairs to watch their highlights and game plays, you and aryne sat on the living room couch, cuddled up in pyjamas and glasses of wine: aryne sipping her red and you trying not to chug your white.
"so," her demeanour shifts from fun conversations and discussing what funny things the kids did at their grandparents to a more serious, inquisitive tone and immediately you feel worried. "how long have you and matthew been seeing each other?"
you spit your mouthful of wine back into your glass, sitting up in the couch a little straighter. "what," you splutter out, "I am not seeing matthew- I-Why would you even think that."
her face doesn't change, still the knowing smirk on her lips. "y/n, I'm not stupid."
"aryne - matthew and I - I don't even like him that much honestly," you try to be nonchalant, sipping your spat out wine with red cheeks.
"oh," she sits up, "so in the span of what, 7 months, you've gone from being totally smitten and in love to not even liking him?"
damn, she got you there. "yup." you lie, crossing your legs.
"please," she says. "also, you two weren't slick today."
you give her a look.
"I mean, at first I didn't think anybody was in the shower with you - but then when matthew had come downstairs form his 'nap' with damp hair - and smelling like your shampoo, I knew."
you didn't know why you wanted to cry. but you did, and when aryne looked at you again she frowned. "don't cry," she says, wrapping you in her sisterly hug. "why are you upset?"
"because," you sniffle, "you're right. we've been seeing each other since before the summer."
aryne laughs, "I knew it."
"how?" you say into her shoulder.
"y/n, he looks at you like you created the universe - like you could do no wrong. and you look at him the exact same. I just knew."
her words give you goosebumps - did he really look at you like that?
"you can't tell john."
she pulls back from your cuddle with raised brows, "you know me, y/n/n , cmon."
the two of you cuddled on the couch in silence after that, the proposal playing quietly on the tv.
"for what it's worth," aryne says after a moment, "I think matthews amazing, and you two are most definitely perfect. It makes sense. and I would never tell him, but your brother wouldn't be mad at you - he loves matthew, and he loves you."
"I know," you hum.
and that was it. the movie was watched until you both fell asleep under the thick knitted blanket you shared, cozied up on the couch, glasses on wine now empty and sitting on the coffee table.
john and matthew came upstairs, talking amongst themselves until they stumbled into the living room, going quiet at the sight of you two cuddled on the couch in a deep sleep.
"oh gosh," john chuckles quietly, moving towards his wife. "do you mind getting y/n to bed?" he asks matthew as he gently shakes his wife awake.
"sure," matthew says.
john wakes aryne, and she groans, letting her husband drag her to bed, nothing more than a quiet goodnight passing her lips.
as they left, matthew moves towards you with a full heart. your lips puffed out as your breathed, on the verge of a soft snore. he crouched down, a hand running over your hair to wake you gently.
your eyes flutter in confusion at first, but then they spot your boyfriend and you smile. "hi."
"hi." he says with the smirk you love so damn much.
"I fell asleep," you state, letting matthew sit you up.
"I can see that," he says, pulling you to your feet.
you naw on your lip as you two begin walking to your room. "aryne knows." you tell matthew.
"knows what?" confused, he questions you.
"about us." you clarify. something flashes on matthews face that you can't decipher. you think he may be mad, but then he breaks out into a grin. "why are you grinning like that?" you can't help but smile as well.
"that means you can sleep in my room tonight," he says, dropping you to his bedroom. "john and I will be leaving for practice, and aryne won't be confused why you aren't in your own bed - because she knows."
"you're right," you whisper, admiring how excited he was. "let's go to sleep then. take me to bed."
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october 17th
it was late when john and matthew got home from their game, party decor from matthew's 21st birthday still hanging in the kitchen, cake still on the counter.
john had nodded a goodnight at the rookie, wishing him one more happy birthday before heading up to bed to join his wife in a deep slumber.
all the lights were off, saved for the one under the microwave...and apparently the backyard light, matthew notices, the warm glow illuminating the kitchen through the glass patio doors.
making his way over, he opened the door, peeking around the corner.
you were sitting on the patio couch, bundled up in your favourite oversized hoodie, and a pair of what matthew can tell are his sweatpants.
"hey," matthew whispers and you jump slightly, hand held to your chest.
"you scared me," you laugh. he shuts the patio door softly behind him, making his way over until he was sitting next to you. "i've been waiting for you."
"here I am," he smiles, bringing you into his chest. suddenly you are grabbing a throw blanket, tossing it over the two of you to protect you from the nippy october air.
"I had all these candles lit and was gunna order your favourite food and wear that set you like under my clothes and wear one of those coats, that you know, cover it, but then," matthew loved when you rambled, "the frickin wind kept blowing the candles out, and the thai placed was closed and well I got cold so I had to change out of the coat,"
you are wearing a slight pout and matthew just chuckles sympathetically, kissing the side of your head. "that's okay."
"I wanted it to be perfect for your birthday." you concluded.
"having you next to me is perfect enough," matthew admits and you look up at him softly.
he presses a quick kiss to your lips, leaving you hot and bothered when he pulls away. he really knows how to kiss. "I have one more gift for you," you smirk and matthew raises his brows.
"I don't need anymore gifts - oh," matthew watches as you sink to your knees infront of him, unbuckling his belt. he lifts his hips to help you pull his pants down his thighs, revealing his already semi hard dick in his boxers.
matthew shivers as you reach in with your cold hand and pull his dick out, it hardening completely at your touch. he groans when your tongue licks the underside of his dick, all the way up until you reach the head. you kiss the tip softly, licking the pre - cum from his slit. "fuck baby," matthew says.
you look up at him through your lashes, a smirk on your lips and matthew thinks he could cum right then and there.
you take him into your mouth, bobbing your head as you suck him off. your hands cover the portion of his dick your mouth can't reach, the combination leaving a hot wet mess on his dick. matthew is groaning, calling out your name until he's reaching climax.
"i'm gunna cum," he says and not a moment later, he's shooting his load in your mouth. you swallow all of him, sliding off his dick with a pop.
you giggle at his relaxed face, very much pleasured out. "happy birthday," you whisper, climbing on his lap so you are straddling him.
he grabs your hips and kisses you.
"did you like your gifts?"
"I did," he chuckles, "although the hoodie you got me may have some competition with the gift I just received," you blush and throw your head back with laughter.
he brushes his lips against your exposed throat and instinctively your hips roll against his crotch looking for friction. matthew moans again.
"i'm not fucking you out here, it's cold." you decide and matthew groans with disappointment. you laugh, hitting his shoulder. "i'll fuck you inside though."
"i'm sold," he says, picking you up off his lap and setting you on the ground. you grab his hand and he says, "earlier you said you had to change out of your coat..does that mean you're still wearing lingerie underneath these sweats?"
you give him a sultry look, "guess you'll have to find out."
"you're killing me," he says, letting you drag him back inside.
matthew is a very happy birthday boy when not 5 minutes later he sees you are still clad in midnight blue lacy garments. happy 21st birthday to him.
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you had been intently trying to finish up some work on your laptop from the comfort of your own bed before the work day ahead - key word: trying.
not only were you tired (it was almost 1 a.m.) but you were grumpy because maddie was sick, so a bunch of extra work was dumped on you and your boyfriend wouldn't stop annoying you.
matthew wasn't even doing anything that outrages, just playing with your hair and kissing your neck and he kept trying to show you funny videos on tiktok that aren't even that funny.
he tickled your side and you pushed his hand away. "you're annoying me," you say.
he doesn't buy it, so he did it again. "pay attention to me," matthew all but whines and you have to refrain from snapping at him.
he wasn't even doing anything that annoying. in fact, if it was a regular day, you would welcome everything matthew was doing with open arms, happy that your boyfriend wanted your attention. but it wasn't a normal day, the stress of the work load slowly building.
"babe, you know I want to get this done and you keep distracting me! it's annoying." your tone was sharp, a warning.
"i'm not even doing anything that bad," matthew argues like a naughty toddler, sitting up so he can look right into your eyes.
the bar of your patience has overfilled, except you don't get angry - just overwhelmed: throat tightening.
when matthew sees your eyes start to get watery, he frowns, "hey, i'm sorry." he knows you've been stressed, with like...everything and that wasn't even including the stress of having a secret relationship, which was something he was apart in. "I didn't mean to annoy you."
you sigh, sniffling. "you're not even being annoying - it's just everything is stressing me out and overwhelming me."
matthew uses his thumb to wipes your tears. "I think you should take a break for the night. we can finish tomorrow, right?"
"yeah," you huff, wiping your eyes. "I didn't mean to snap at you. are you mad at me?"
"i'm not mad at you." he laughs because your question was, well,...ridiculous. he grabbed you, pulling you down to cuddle into him. a few minutes pass of him playing with your hair in a way that didn't annoy you, pressing kisses to your hairline that has a way of fluttering your eyes, sleep on your doorstep.
your almost sleeping when matthew speaks up.
"hey," he whispers. you look up at him with gentle eyes and he pauses briefly. "you're my best friend, you know that?"
you smile. "am I?"
"yeah," he says in a sassy tone that he does that drives you up the wall but you don't even care in that moment - because you have the sweetest guy ever. "besties." he mimics a typical girly voice that you can't help but roll your eyes playfully, "besties," you agree.
he smirks all hot and you feel it all the way down to your toes. when matthew lays you down on your back and slips his big strong hand underneath your waistband - you don't protest, suddenly wide awake.
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seeing the other wives and girlfriends wearing WAG jackets while you didn't and couldn't was never a nice feeling. there's nothing you wanted more than to wear Matthews name on your back - but instead, you stood with the teams phone to capture moments for the account: very much jacketless.
you were taking a video of TJ Brodie's kids watch their dad excitedly, giggling happy as their dad passed you a puck through the camera hole for you to gift to them.
you beam down at the blonde kiddies as his wife tells their kids to wave to their dad when suddenly you see a maple leaf player slam their body into the glass beside you. looking up, you make eye contact with matthew.
he smirks, and you try not to seem to excited in the arena full of fans, your friends and your brother. you roll your eyes at him, waving the phone as to tell him you're working but he just rolls his eyes playfully back at you. he does a couple warm ups in-front of you, which you record, because hey, it's good content.
he uses his stick to pick up a puck, gesturing you to open the camera hole. which, you do, of course. he puts his hand through, holding out the puck for you to take.
"why are you giving me this?" you ask him.
he shrugs, "just giving back to my fans."
you laugh sarcastically, taking the puck and shoving it in your jacket pocket. "how kind."
he winks before skating away.
unbeknownst to the two of you, john watched the interaction from the blue line as he was stretching, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. since when have the two of you...sure, you'd always been nice and civil to one another, friends even, john would say. but there was something on matthews face as he skated away from you that had johns heart strings being pulled.
inbetween periods, matthew had pulled out his phone, which he thought he did sneakily, and smiled at his screen, typing out a message. john couldn't help but think he was texting you - but, no, because he had to be imagining it. there's no way that the two of you have been building and involved in a romance - in his own house, at his work, that he didn't know about.
but then, at the end of the game, in the players tunnel we're you'd usually wait for them, john couldn't help but notice your face light up when you saw his teammate, and the way you squeezed his arm, congratulating matthew on a good game: john was pretty much convinced.
later that evening, him and aryne stood in their on suite, brushing their teeth as they two of them got ready for bed. john spit out his last bit of toothpaste and turned toward his wife.
"have you noticed that matthew and y/n have been...I don't know...extra friendly?"
aryne spit out her own toothpaste and giggled.
"what's so funny?" john asks her. "am I just going crazy? is that why you're laughing?"
"no, no," aryne reassures him, "you've just now noticed that matthew and y/n have been flirting?"
and john is taken aback for a moment and suddenly, anything you and matthew have ever done together, and they way you both speak to one another, always ending up sitting next to one another, hell, even the way you looked at each other...oh. "I guess I have noticed." he says momentarily.
"good for you." aryne rubs some expensive moisturizer on her face.
"are they like...In love?" he asks with a funny look on his face.
"I'm not sure," aryne thinks, "but they are definitely having se-"
"okay! I don't need to know." john says. the two of them make their way into their bed. that makes him think back to about a month ago, when he saw you cooking the in kitchen.
"hey," john says, eyes trained on his cellphone as he walks into the kitchen, back from morning skate.
"hi," you and aryne had said in sync. his wife hovered over the stove, cooking eggs and bacon while you stood at the island, chopping fruit.
he looked up then once he heard his daughters giggle, he smiles as he watches you pass her some fruit, the baby as happy as ever getting attention from her aunt.
but then - "is that matthews shirt?"
you looked up with wide eyes because yes, it was. "oh," you look down at yourself, "yeah, I didn't even realize."
suddenly aryne piped up, "I think i mixed up the laundry. I thought it was a sleep shirt."
if john saw the exchange the two woman gave each other, he didn't say it.
you definitely knew that was his shirt, john is sure if it now. with his arms behind his head, he breathes deep. "why haven't they said anything?"
"what do you mean?"
"like...if their dating, or in love - not just hooking up. why have they kept it a secret?"
"I don't know honey," aryne rubs a hand over his chest and he closes his eyes. "they were probably scared. I mean Matthew probably didn't want you thinking that you've gone out of your way for him, letting him stay here and he repays you by banging your sister -"
"aryne!" john says and she giggled.
"and y/n - she doesn't want to upset you."
"she could never upset me." john says immediately. "If they are dating...well, Matthews a good kid. he's the best possible guy for her - I don't want her to feel like she has to hide it from me."
"you should tell her," aryne flicks off her bedside lamp, letting the room become overcome with darkness. "they're cute - we should let them do their thing."
"yeah, i'll talk to them tomorrow."
the next morning, you and matthew had been cozied up on the couch. any opportunity that the two of you had in the early morning to be cuddly while everybody else was sleeping, you and matthew took.
matthew had been whispering something into your neck, making you squirm and giggle when footsteps were heard bounding down the stairs, making you and matthew scrambled apart just as john rounded the corner.
he had a look on his face you couldn't quite figure out - he almost looked...in pain but also uncomfortable but at the same time happy.
"hey," you start in hesitation, "what's going on."
he shifts awkwardly before moving to sit on the love seat. "you guys can like...continue whatever you were doing. like cuddling or whatever."
you are sure matthews eyes are as wide as yours. "what?" you ask, your tone of voice perfectly depicts your level of shock.
"I know you guys are...doing stuff." he gestures weirdly in between your bodies.
"oh my god." you cover your face. this is like having the birds and the bees talk with your parents - expect it's with your brother and your boyfriend is also there to hear it. "doing stuff? what?" you repeat.
"listen, I'm not mad."
you look up towards john with raised brows. "you're not?" matthew says before you can.
"no, god- " john leaves forward so his elbows rest on his knees, "matthew you are the nicest guy ever. you are great with my kids, and you'd be a great...are you guys like dating or is is strictly just -"
"dating." you say loud and quickly.
"you'd be a great boyfriend, especially to my sister." john continues.
"I didn't want you to think that, I don't know, you've gone out of your way to bring me into your home, and i've repaid you by sneaking around with your sister." matthew says sheepishly. aryne was really on the nose with that one.
"I don't think that." he says immediately and you can feel matthew sigh in relief beside you.
"and y/b, I could never be mad at you. you're an adult and i'm your brother, I don't control you, nobody does. I just wish you didn't feel the need to keep it a secret."
you wanted to cry because you really loved your family.
"I just didn't want you to treat matthew any differently."
matthew looks at you with a look of confusion. he didn't know that, he just thought you didn't want john to know - not that you were trying to protect him. "really?" he asks you.
"yeah." you whisper.
"I wouldn't of," john says. "i'll still treat you the same." john watches your face relax at his words and it fills him with a nice feeling.
"alright," john says, hitting his knees and standing up like a typical dad, "so you two can get back to cuddling or...whatever, just don't french infront of me."
matthew laughs loud beside you and your mouth drops in shock. "french? who says french. you...old man."
john laughs as he walks away, leaving you and matthew alone once more. almost immediately, matthew wraps you in a hug, pulling you down on the couch.
"this is good, right?" he asks you gently, hand gently tracing your face. his eyes are so soft that you can't help but smile.
"yeah," you say back, letting matthew kiss you gently on the lips.
the sound of four tiny feet come bounding down the stairs, making you pull apart before the kids jump onto the two of you, laughing, begging matthew to turn on Bluey before breakfast. you watch in admiration as he interacts with them, and everything feels good.
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christmas was approaching- way too fast for you liking. this time of year was only hectic in the Tavares home - that wasn't even including the load of extra work you needed to complete for upload during the small holiday break provided by the NHL.
matthew had the 22nd off (as the team had played their last game the day before) and suggested the two of you head out to do some last minute shopping - which was a relief because in all your work stress, you've barley had time to shop for anybody besides your boyfriend - so immediately you took matthew up on the offer.
the two of you had gotten into matthews car and headed downtown to begin the much anticipated long shopping day - hoping to check off your never ending list of presents.
a few hours after your arrival, matthew had grabbed the back of your neck, directing you in the direction of a hot chocolate stand, because 'you can't christmas shop and not get a warm drink' as he claims.
matthew had pretty much gotten everything he wanted to get for the family (his and yours) as did you, which calmed you down so much compared to your hectic stressed filled past couple days.
matthew had your hand wrapped in his large one, swinging them between your bodies as you made your last walk down the strip. you both sipped your hot chocolate carefully after matthew burned his lip on his, pouting until you kissed it better (you love your big baby).
you came up upon one of your favourite market stores. they always carried to most beautiful, antique looking items and most of the time you ended up loving something in the cute shop - and this time was no exception.
you had gasped slightly, your hand squeezing matthews as a reflex. "oh my god, how amazing." you were face to face with the most beautiful winter snow globe, filled with tiny fake snowflakes and a cute little village - it was right up your alley. "oh I love it."
you could feel matthews front press against your back, hovering over your shoulder to look at the antique. "it's nice." he agrees. matthew tugged your hand, "hey, I think I see Santa if you want to go sit on his lap and ask for it for christmas."
your head snapped back at him so fast your slicked back ponytail almost wiped him in the face. "ha ha, you're so funny."
he smirked in satisfaction at his own joke and tugged you into his side, kissing your temple - ignoring the way you swatted him away, claiming he was going to mess up your makeup.
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christmas morning
a bunch of tiny knocks on your and matthews bedroom door makes you groan out, eyes squinting to adjust to the dark bedroom.
a moment later the door opens, revealing the kids in their christmas pyjamas: eyes full of excitement.
"wake up aunt y/n!" jace says, jumping up onto your bed. you sit up, nudging matthew as you rest against the headboard.
"matthew," axton's little voice whispers. "it's christmas."
"hey buddy," he whispers, picking up the blond boy and sitting him on the bed between the two of you.
"santa came!" Jace said excitedly.
"did he?!" you asked, "are you going to show us?"
"yeah!" the boys cheered, they had dragged matthew out of bed and downstairs quicker than you could put your robe on. aryne was waiting by the bedroom door with a cup of coffee, made the way you love it.
"good morning." she hums.
"hi," you say, taking the mug and wrapping your hands around it as the two of you descend down the stairs and into the warmly decorated family room.
"aunt y/n look at all the presents!" the boys say, practically vibrating as they resisted the urge to tear up all the wrapping paper in that very moment.
"wow!," you say with as much enthusiasm the early morning would let you, taking a seat beside matthew who immediately wraps his arm around you, bringing your body into his own. it wasn't long before you dragged a throw blanket over the two of you, cuddling into him tightly.
"alright boys, everyone's here you can start." john says, holding onto his daughter. the kids laughed loudly as they started, and you swear you've never felt excitement or happiness the way you did when wtaching your nephews open gifts.
the four of you helped all the kids open their gifts when needed, which was often because they wanted to play with every new toy they opened (which was so darn cute).
an hour or so of present opening had passed, leaving the kids to entertain themselves with their new toys from santa, while the four of you got to exchange gifts with one another.
you tore open your gift from aryne, opening the white box to reveal a demin jacket with a bunch of leaf decals on it. you knew what it was immediately. "you didn't." you pull out the jacket to look at it fully, the back displaying exactly what you thought it would: Knies 23.
"oh my god," you laughed, "did you know?" your question was directed towards your boyfriend, who held his hands up in surrender.
"my lips are sealed." he laughed as you hit his chest playfully, letting him kiss your cheek two times quick.
you couldn't help but feel giddy inside, and you bet your bottom dollar anytime you weren't working, you'd be repping your man on your jacket for the whole world to see. "I love it, thank you honey bunny," you give your sister in law a squeeze and she hugs back just as hard.
"alright, mine next," matthew says, handing you a neatly wrapped square box. you raise your brows in suspicion and start to unwrap it. "you didn't wrap this."
you knew him too well, matthew thinks. "just open it - don't jostle it around," he scolds before laughing.
"you're insufferable," you say. you are left with a plain white box, leaving you no option but to gently open the lid and - oh my god. "matthew..." you whisper, gently taking your gift out of its protective styrofoam. "you didn't."
"what is it?" john asks, trying to peek over your shoulder as he bounced baby girl.
"oh, it's beautiful," aryne says as soon as she gets a proper look at the gift, her hand held to her chest.
matthew bought you the snow globe. "the person at the cash wrapped it for me - she insisted. she's a sweet lady," matthew says.
you knew he didn't wrap it. "yeah, beth is a sweetheart."
"of course you know her name," matthew laughs. the four of you laugh at his comment before aryne jumps up, helping one of the boys build a toy, john walking off to grab a bottle for the baby.
you're still staring at the snow globe when matthew looks down at you. he smiles involuntarily, admiring the way you looked so content and happy. "merry christmas," he whispers.
you look him in the eyes and it's just like the first time you saw him. you have the biggest crush on your boyfriend. "merry christmas."
summary : Matthew helps his best friend out after she asks him to take her virginity
warning(s) : smut ! loss of virginity, virgin!reader, light dirty talk, slight hair pulling (blink and you'll miss it tbh) oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, protected sex, use of pet names during sex (pretty girl, baby, etc.), multiple orgasms
author’s note : felt like writing something cute so i decided to tackle this request and make it as cute as i could. this is my first time writing for kniesy so if it’s bad then pls tell me lol
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Being a 20-year-old virgin sucks. Every time she tries to hook up with a guy, she blurts out that she’s “never done this before” and it scares him away. Needless to say, she is getting very tired of being a virgin. She's loves sex, but she's never gone all the way with a guy.
Tonight was just another reminder that she's never been fucked. She thought that after her date, he'd take her back to his apartment and she'd finally lose her virginity. Then he said that his mom was going to be home soon just as things started getting heated, right after she had said that she's never gone all the way.
It's a tiring pattern.
She's frustrated, and frustration means stomping up to her longtime best friend's Toronto apartment a little before eleven. She pounds her fist on Matthew's door then waits. There are light footsteps behind the door before it's pulled open.
Matthew looks like he just woke up, and she feels bad. His Toronto hockey shirt is a little wrinkled and he's wearing sweats. His hair is a complete disaster. "Did I wake you?" she questions.
He yawns, but shakes his head no. "I was just closing my eyes," he tells her. "I thought you were out on a date or something. Why are you here?"
"You'll never guess what happened," she sighs as she walks past him into his apartment. "I did it again."
Matthew laughs and shuts the door behind her. "You need to stop," he comments. "You're never going to lose it if you keep telling guys that you haven't gone all the way. You're twenty."
"I know!" she groans as she plops down onto his couch. "It's like a get scared or something and it just comes out. I wish I could just get it over with and then it won't come out."
He sits beside her and she looks up at him. "Don't rush it," he tells her. "It's not all that anyway. Just wait until you find someone you trust and genuinely like."
A light bulb flicks on in her head. She sits up and turns her body to face Matthew. "Will you?"
"Will I what?"
"Sleep with me so I'm not a virgin anymore," she finishes. He raises his eyebrows and looks like he's about to object. "I mean, I trust you with everything I have. You're my best friend. You're not bad looking. I've known you for years, Matthew. I'd be okay if you did this for me. It wouldn't change anything with us."
Matthew thinks about it. She knows by the way he sighs and runs his fingers through his messy hair. "You're sure about this?" he questions. "Because I don't want to do this then-"
She rolls his eyes in frustration and cups his jaw. She pulls him into a kiss, and it surprises her when she feels her heart beat out of her chest when her lips meet his. Even Matthew is thrown off by the kiss. He immediately pulls back. She drops her hands to her lap.
"I'm not going to regret it, Matt," she tells him as her eyes meet his. Have his eyes always been this pretty and blue? She's never been this close to see how blue they are. "I promise. It might bring us closer as friends if we do this. I'm not going to stop being your friend because you slept with me."
He still doesn't seem very convinced. "This is going to change us," he tells her. "No matter what. I just want both of us to be ready for that."
With a nod, her eyes flicker down to his lips for a second before returning to his eyes. "I know," she replies. "Just ... please. I'll never ask you for anything ever again if you do this for me."
Matthew searches her face for any signs that she doesn't want this. He won't find any. If she's going to lose her virginity to anyone, she wouldn't mind losing it to her best friend. She wants this.
He doesn't say "okay" or anything like that. All he does is grab her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. "If this is what you really want then I'll do it," he says to her, voice slightly higher than a whisper.
"I really want this," she confirms. "Seriously."
His eyes drop to her lips before he leans in and gently presses his lips to hers, and her eyes flutter shut. Her heart beats out of her chest with how soft and gently he kisses her.
The kisses don't immediately turn heated and needy. Matthew makes sure of that. When they do though, she climbs onto his lap in the red minidress that she's wearing. She straddles his thighs and wraps her arms loosely around his neck. Matthew's hands drop to the bare skin on her thighs.
Her heels clatter to the carpeted floor beneath them with a thud. Her fingers find a home and curl in his locks. She tugs gently and a soft noise comes from Matthew. She smiles into the kiss that follows and tucks this piece of information away for later.
She traps his bottom lip between her teeth and pulls back. She watches it snap back into place. Matthew looks up at her and she sees that his eyes have darkened a bit. There's a dark fire between them and she can tell he's trying to hold himself back.
"Pretend it's not me," she tells him as her hands drag down his neck and chest until they come to a rest on his torso. She play with the hem of his t-shirt. "I can tell, Matt. You're holding back because it's me."
Matthew shakes his head. "I'm holding back because I want to do this right," he replies. "It's not because it's you. I want to make sure that it's perfect for you."
"Then don't hold back," she whispers to him as she attaches her lips to his jaw right under his ear. "It'll be perfect no matter what."
A shaky sigh passes Matthew's kiss-bruised lips. He kisses the swell of her ear and she keeps working at his jaw.
Before she realizes what's happening, Matthew slides his hands to the back of her thighs and stands up. She wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. "It's insane how easily you were able to just pick me up like that," she comments.
"I work out everyday," Matthew replies as he makes his way down the hallway to his bedroom. "Sometimes twice a day. I lay hits on grown men that weigh as much as I do or heavier for a living. I hope that I can lift someone up that is nearly a foot shorter than me and weighs less than what I bench."
She can't contain the giggle that rises in her throat as he crosses the threshold into his room. "That's kind of hot of you, Matt," she admits. "I mean, I don't know how you're single when you bench more than I weigh."
He kicks the door shut behind him and gently sets her down so she's flat on her feet. She sees the flush in his cheeks despite the dimly lit room. She smiles and gets on her tiptoes to instigate another kiss. Matthew has to lean down to kiss her because of the heigh difference between them. His hands rest on her cheeks and she rests against the door.
They stand there for what feels like an eternity. She's almost certain that the lace panties she has on under the dress are ruined. She hasn't be able to stop thinking about Matthew's fingers on her thighs while they were in the couch, not to mention the fact that he was able to pick her up with almost no effort.
Her fingers curl around the hem of his t-shirt and she pulls at it. "Off," she mumbles against his lips. "Matt, please. Off."
The kiss breaks and Matthew reaches down to pull the fabric over his head. Her eyes rake his body and it's very obvious that he works out every day. Her fingers trace his abs and she bites her bottom lip.
Okay, maybe he's more attractive than she's let herself admit. She's never really allowed herself to look at him like this. She's never let herself admire him like this.
Matthew hooks his fingers under the very thin straps that sit on her shoulders. She looks up at him and notices how focused he is on his actions. He pulls the straps off her shoulders and lets the dress fall so it pools at her ankles. She's in her strapless bra and matching panties. She notices Matthew's eyes drink her in.
She puts her hands on his chest and gently pushes him in the direction of his bed. She kicks the dress off so she can follow him. As soon as Matthew sits back on the bed, she crawls onto his lap. Her knees bracket his thighs. She leans in and ravishes his mouth with hers. One of his hands finds its way to her curls and he holds the back of her head so she can’t break the heated kiss.
Without realizing she does it, she rolls her hips against his. He hums and his other hand comes down on her bare waist.
A surge of confidence overcomes her and she reaches behind her. She unhooks her bra and lets the red lace fall between them. She tosses it somewhere at the same time Matthew breaks the kiss.
Her entire body shakes with nerves.
It’s just Matthew. They’ve been friends since his first year at Minnesota. Best friends since his sophomore year. She visited him earlier in the season and fell in love with Canada so she moved into an apartment down the street from him.
She can do this.
Matthew lifts her head up and says, “I’ve got you. Okay? I have you. Whatever you want.”
“I want you,” she tells him. “Please. I need you.”
He moves back on the bed and flips them over so he hovers over her. Her curls create a halo around her head. Matthew thumbs her swollen lips and trails it down over her chin, over her chest, between her breasts, and down her stomach until his fingers rest at the waistband of her panties. Goosebumps follow his fingers down her upper body.
She can feel the bulge in his pants so she bucks her hips up to grind her clothed core against the bulge. “Shit,” he gasps. “You can’t just do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll come before either of us are ready.”
She lets out a light laugh. “We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” she teases.
“Shut up,” he mumbles before shutting her up himself with a deep kiss. She smiles and hooks her fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants.
She pushes his sweatpants down and over his ass. He helps her out and kicks them off.
When she tries to put her hand in his boxers, Matthew stops her. He breaks the kiss and shakes his head. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. I’m going to make sure you feel good and make sure you’re comfortable, okay?” he says to her.
“Okay,” she replies, voice barely above a whisper.
With her permission, Matthew hooks his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulls the thin fabric off her body. He tosses them to the floor and she lets her knees fall open.
Matthew attaches his lips to her jaw, then slowly trails his lips down her body. He makes a quick stop when he gets to her breasts. He gives each one a little attention and she lets out a soft noise. She bites her lip to keep from making any embarrassing noises.
He lies on his stomach and throws her legs over his broad shoulders. She watches as he presses soft kisses to her leg trailing from her inner knee and up her inner thigh. He stops right before he gets to her core.
“Already so wet for me,” he comments. She nods and grabs a pillow to rest her head on so she doesn’t get a crick in her neck.
That’s when Matthew slides a finger through her soaked folds. A whine passes her lips and she looks down at him with her eyes. He teases her entrance and she gasps, “I- Matthew. Don’t tease please. Do something.”
“Didn’t think you were a begger, pretty girl,” he replies. She shoots him a glare and he laughs.
She’s about to say something to him when he wraps his lips around her clit. “Oh my- fuck” is what comes out of her mouth instead. Matthew hums and sends vibrations through her entire body. He slowly pushes a finger into her and her back arches off the bed.
Matthew’s free hand slides up her body and cups one of her tits. She didn’t pick Matthew to be a boob guy, but today is full of surprises.
Soft pants pass her lips as Matthew keeps using his mouth and fingers to bring her closer to an orgasm. He adds a second finger and her hands fly to his hair. Her breathing has gotten extremely labored and soft noises consistently pass her lips.
He’s so careful with his movements, so precise. He knows what he’s doing, and she’s not at all surprised that he does. She didn’t realize just how much he knew. Despite never actually hooking up before, it’s like he knows her entire body and what she likes.
Once a third finger is inside of her, Matthew curls his fingers in a “come here” motion. She gasps and a knot forms in the pit of her stomach. “Matt,” she groans. “I- Matthew.”
“Let me hear you,” he tells her. “Wanna hear you when you come on my fingers. Can you do do that for me?”
She nods and hums. “Yeah,” she breathes out.
“Go ahead, pretty girl,” Matthew says. “Come for me. I can feel how close you are.”
His lips are back on her clit and she’s coming seconds later.
Her back arches off the mattress as her walls clench around his fingers. Her body turns into jelly as he fingers her through what’s probably the strongest orgasm she’s ever had. She swears she blacks out.
Her breathing is extremely labored as Matthew withdraws his fingers. She whimpers at the loss and watches him crawl up her body when her vision comes back. He smiles when he sees how out of it she probably looks.
Matthew peppers her cheek with soft kisses as she comes to.
“You okay?” he asks. “Can you do one more?”
“Mhm,” she hums. “Want you inside me, Matt. Please. I need you.”
He captures her lips in a soft kiss and she groans when she tastes herself on his lips.
It’s a very quick kiss. Matthew reaches over into his bedside drawer and pulls out a tiny foil package. He puts it between his teeth as he pushes his boxers off his body. She bites her lip as Matthew’s dick pops out of the confines of the boxers.
She accidentally saw his dick one time before now, and it looked nothing like it does right now. “Jesus, Matt,” she gasps. “Is it gonna fit?”
Matthew laughs and slides the condom onto his dick. “I promise it’ll fit,” he tells her.
He hover over her between her legs. The tip of his dick lines up with her entrance and she shakes. Her heart races in her chest and she stares up at the pretty boy above her. “Slow,” she tells him. “Okay? I don’t know-”
“Tell me if you need me to stop or if it hurts,” he interrupts. “I’ll move at your pace, okay? I have you.”
She nods. “Go.”
Matthew slowly pushes into her. She gasps as the unfamiliar stretch and grasps onto his biceps. The deeper he goes, the more it hurts. She pushes through though and pain eventually turns into pleasure.
He moves so slow though that it’s almost painful. She wants him to ruin her but she wants to be able to walk in the morning. Whatever that will look like.
She reaches up and slides her hair into Matthew’s hair. His eyes lock with her as he bottoms out in her. Her lips are pressed in a line. “Okay?” he asks.
With a nod, she says, “I’m okay. Give me a second. You’re fucking big, Matt. Damn.”
He laughs. “That’s not my fault,” he replies. “Most women I hook up with like it.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it, asshole,” she retorts. “I said I needed a second.”
Matthew laughs again and she pulls him down into a kiss to shut him up. He licks into her mouth and she groans.
Feeling ready, she rolls her hips. One of Matthew’s hands rests on her waist and he meets her movements.
It’s slow, but it feels good. He slowly but deeply thrusts into her. She moans into Matthew’s mouth and he swallows every noise. Her hands slide from his hair to his back. She gently digs her nails into his skin.
He speeds his movements up a bit and she throws her head back against the pillows. “Fuck,” she gasps. “God. Matt.”
“Okay, baby?” he asks. “Good to keep going?”
She nods. “Like you mean it,” she pants. Matthew’s smile reaches his ears.
Matthew throws one of her legs over his shoulder and is able to move deeper into her at the new angle. She cries out his name and he attaches his lips to her neck. He’s covering her entire body at this point. It’s not only his dick that’s big. Matthew himself is a bigger guy.
He slows his movements but continues to bury his cock in her. The knot forms again in the pit of her stomach.
“Matt, I-”
“Me too,” he interrupts. “This is about you. I’m not gonna come until you come on my cock, pretty girl.”
She feels tears in her eyes as she tries to keep herself from coming. It feels too good and she doesn’t want it to end yet.
Especially since this is probably the first and last time she gets this from Matthew. She wants it to last.
Matthew slides a hand between them and as soon as his fingers find her clit again, she comes.
His name is on her lips as he fucks her through what is definitely the strongest orgasm of her life. Her entire body shudders as she comes. Her vision goes white for a hot second and she completely melts against the mattress beneath her. Her legs fall to the bed.
He comes into the condom before he pulls out of her. They’re both panting messes as he ties off the condom and throws it out. She very lazily crawls under the covers and Matthew joins her.
There’s a comfortable silence between them as they both recover from their highs. She finally gains feeling back in all her extremities and looks over at him.
“Thank you,” she weakly says.
“For?”
“Doing that for me. It was fun. I enjoyed it.”
Matthew sits up in bed and leans back against the headboard just as she went to curl up next to him. “I should’ve said something before we did that,” he admits to her.
She sits up and holds the blankets under her arms to keep herself covered. “What?”
He bites his kiss-bruised bottom lip for a second. “I have feelings for you,” he confesses. “Genuine feelings for you and I feel guilty for saying yes before telling you that.”
A day full of surprises.
She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel the same. There is a reason she asked him of all her friends to do this for her. She’s always known he was attractive, a genuine guy and an incredible hockey player.
She’s damn lucky that Matthew agreed to have sex with her.
Matthew looks terrified. She smiles and drops her head to his shoulder. “You should see the look on your face,” she laughs.
“I’m being serious,” he tells her.
“I know,” she replies. Her chin rests on his shoulder. “I like you too. Why do you think I asked you to do this and not someone else?”
He blinks. “I thought you were just tired of being a twenty year old virgin,” he flatly states.
“There was that but I wanted it to be you,” she admits. “I guess I was just shooting my shot.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Matthew laughs.
She crawls onto his lap and lays on him. “When do I get one of those cool jackets the wives and girlfriends have?”
“You want one?”
“I do,” she tells him as she looks up at him. “Is that okay? If I got one?”
Matthew smiles and nods. “I’ll get you one.”
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the joint's long gone, the air thick with the smell of smoke and sex before either of you have even touched each other properly. william’s on his knees between your legs, eyes red-rimmed and heavy-lidded, pupils blown so wide his blue eyes are nearly eclipsed. his mouth hangs open a little, tongue wet against his bottom lip, and fuck, he looks wrecked already. gone. like he’s drowning in the heat of your body and doesn’t want to be saved.
"baby," he slurs, hands squeezing at your thighs, fingers pressing in deep enough to leave bruises for tomorrow. "i need it. i need it."
you don’t even get the chance to tease him. he’s on you, dragging his mouth over the inside of your thigh, tongue flat, warm, desperate. he groans loud—like just the taste of your fucking skin is enough to get him high all over again. he noses against the crease where your thigh meets your cunt, inhaling deep like he’s trying to commit it to memory, like he’s seconds from fucking sobbing about how good you smell.
"fucking hell, will," you breathe, trying to shift under him, but his grip locks you down.
"shh, shh," he mutters, but he’s not even looking at you anymore—his entire focus is between your legs, like the rest of the world has ceased to exist. his big hands slide up, spreading you open, thumbs pressing into your lips, holding you wide so he can see everything. he makes a noise—something between a whimper and a groan—and his head dips down like he physically can’t hold himself back.
his mouth is wet, hot, and all-consuming when he latches on. lips sealing around your clit, tongue flicking slow, heavy, like he’s savoring every second. he moans into you—fucking moans, deep and needy, like you’re the one making him feel good. he sucks slow, then harder, then slow again, teasing, drawing it out, getting himself drunk off the taste of you.
he pulls back just enough to mumble, breathless, "så jävla god," before he’s back at it, tongue dipping down to fuck into you, then back up to roll over your clit, messy and fucking desperate.
you can’t help the way your hips jerk against his face, grinding against his mouth, and he groans again, hands squeezing harder, keeping you locked down because there’s no fucking way he’s letting you move away from him. he shakes his head side to side, his nose nudging against your clit, his tongue working you open, his breath coming in uneven little gasps between long, sloppy licks.
"william—" your voice breaks, your fingers curling in his hair, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even hesitate. just keeps eating you out like it’s the only thing keeping him alive, like he’s high enough that all logic has left his body and the only thing left is you.
you swear you hear him mumble something else in swedish, something needy, something like a plea, but it’s muffled by the way his lips seal around your clit again, sucking with slow, pulsing pressure that makes your whole body tighten up. your legs tremble against his shoulders, your stomach knots, and fuck, he knows you’re close.
he pulls off with a wet pop, face fucking wrecked, eyes unfocused but locked onto you, pupils dark and wild. his chin is slick, his lips swollen, his whole mouth a mess.
"fuuuuck," he breathes, almost frantic, voice hoarse and slurred. "I'm never leaving this spot."
"You ask me what I'm thinking about,
I tell you that I'm thinking about,
Whatever you're thinking about.
Tell me something that I'll forget,
And you might have to tell me again,
It's crazy what you'll do for a friend."
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Request: "I’ve had a similar fantasy but it’s not a business call he’s playing video games with one of the guys. Headset on talking shit to each other ya know how they do! You issue a bet; cockwarming, whoever holds out the longest wins. (Spoiler you’re both winners tbh) you also have to be quiet but honestly neither of you last long. Anyway whoever he’s playing with (let’s say Willy) picks up on the ragged breathing and mostly quiet moans. I feel subtly is not his thing so he calls you on it. Jokingly asks if you’re fucking. Auston straight up says yes and asks Willy if he wants to hear how good you take his cock and well you end up basically have phone sex with Willy…"
Summary: Good cop, bad cop, and you're stuck in the middle.
Pairing: bf!auston matthews x gf!fem reader x best friend!willy nylander
Word Count: 4.9k
Warnings: 18+ VERY NSFW! threesome!!, cockwarming, exhibitionism?(fucking on the phone with a third party not aware), light choking, praise AND degradation, objectification.
Notes:
This may be the most nasty thing I've ever written I can't lie
wracked my brain for so long for this
but I have 2 kinktobers left to do LMAO tomorrow and Halloween gonna be busy
good cop bad cop came to me during writing this... lmk what u think
not super proof read
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You climb onto Auston's lap, feeling the steady, firm heat of his thighs beneath you. He’s focused, eyes glued to the TV, thumbs clicking away on the controller as if he’s not even aware you’re there. But you know better. You can feel him tense up the moment you straddle him, your hands slowly trailing up his chest, fingers curling around the collar of his t-shirt.
“Aus, please…” you whine, letting your voice take on that needy, breathless tone you know drives him crazy. You paw at his shirt, trying to get his attention, but his eyes stay locked on the screen, jaw set in concentration.
He sighs, barely sparing you a glance. “Not now, baby. I’m playing with Willy. Later, I promise.” He leans over to give you a quick peck on the lips, so brief it’s almost dismissive.
You huff, a little frustrated but not discouraged. Oh, you can play dirty. If he thinks he can just ignore you, he’s got another thing coming. Slowly, you slide yourself closer, pressing your chest against his, your lips hovering by his ear. Then, you shift your hips, grinding down just enough for him to feel it.
Auston’s breath catches, and you can’t help but smirk when you see his grip tighten on the controller. Still, he doesn’t cave. “Baby…” he warns, but his voice is already losing its edge, sounding more strained, and you know you’ve got him.
“You don’t even have to move,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear, “I just want to feel you inside me.” You punctuate the words by rolling your hips, pressing down harder, feeling him start to harden under you despite his best efforts to stay focused on the game. “I promise I’ll be quiet… no one will even know.”
You watch as he struggles, his jaw clenching, his eyes darting between the TV and your face. You can tell he’s wavering, his breathing coming a little faster, and you press on, a sweet, needy whine escaping your lips. “Please, Auston… don’t make me wait.”
Finally, he sighs, the controller momentarily stilling in his hands. “Fuck… fine. But you better stay quiet.”
You bite your lip, excitement bubbling up inside you as you nod eagerly, shifting your weight to give him room to undo his pants while you ditch your shorts and panties. But just as you’re about to reach down, you hear another voice crackle through his headset.
“Yo, Aus, is someone there?” William’s voice is casual, but you can’t help but freeze, eyes going wide. “Thought I heard something.”
Auston’s expression shifts, a mix of exasperation and amusement. He meets your eyes, “Uh, yeah. She’s here,” he says, clearly trying to keep his tone steady. “Hang on, Willy.”
He reaches for the spare headset on the coffee table, turns it on, and hands it to you. “Talk to him,” he says, and there’s a challenge in his voice, a dare.
You take the headset, tucking your hair behind your ears before putting it on your head as you grin. “Hey, Willy,” you say, trying to sound casual, like you’re not about to get your boyfriend’s cock inside you while talking to him. “How’s it going?”
“Hey!” William’s voice is chipper, completely unsuspecting. “Long time no talk! What’s up?”
You hold back a giggle, fingers deftly pulling down Auston’s boxers, feeling him twitch against your hand as you free him. “Oh, you know,” you say, teasingly stroking him, watching Auston’s eyes darken as he tries not to make a sound. “Just… keeping Auston company.”
“Right, right,” William laughs, completely unaware. “Well, don’t distract him too much, we’re about to win.”
Auston shoots you a look, his breath shuddering as you slowly guide him to your entrance. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the way he’s already throbbing, and you sink down, taking him inch by inch, your walls stretching to accommodate the thick, hard length of him. You bite down on your lip, swallowing a moan, and Auston’s hands clench around the controller, his whole body tensing.
“Mm… don’t worry, I won’t,” you manage to say, voice just a little breathy. “I can be quiet.”
Auston’s eyes flick up to yours, and there’s a mix of challenge and heat there, like he’s daring you to prove it. He shifts slightly, thrusting up just enough to make you stifle a gasp. God, he feels so good, and you’re already struggling to stay composed.
He’s so big, and you can feel every inch, the slow, deliberate way your body molds around him. You bite down hard on your lip to stop a moan from escaping, but it’s a battle you’re already losing. He’s not moving much, just sitting there, his jaw clenched as he pretends to focus on the game, his thumbs barely twitching on the controller.
Auston glances at you, dark eyes filled with desire as he bites back a groan, his hands gripping the controller like a lifeline. Your hips grind down just a little more, seating him fully inside you, and fuck, the way he stretches you has you teetering on the edge of losing control. But he’s so focused, trying to act like this is nothing, like he’s just playing video games with William and not buried deep inside you.
You glance at the screen, watching as Auston keeps playing, though his focus is clearly splintering with every breath he takes. You can feel him twitching inside you, every small motion making your thighs tremble. You want to move, to ride him until you’re both lost in each other, but you’re staying still, cockwarming him like you promised. It’s a slow, burning kind of torture, the kind that drives you wild because all you want is to feel him thrusting up into you, taking you like he owns you.
William’s voice crackles through the headset, breaking the quiet tension. “Come on, man, don’t choke this, we’re so close to winning.”
Auston’s breath hitches, and you grin as you feel him pulse inside you. His face hardens in concentration, but there’s no hiding the ragged edge in his breathing, the subtle shudder in his chest as he tries to keep his cool. “Yeah, I know,” he says, his voice tight, rough around the edges. “Just… focused.”
You’re still holding on to the edge of his shirt, fingers curling in the fabric as you watch his hands flex on the controller. Every now and then, he shifts just enough for you to feel him hit deeper, and it’s a struggle to stay quiet. Your hips roll involuntarily, searching for more friction, more of him, and it’s driving the both of you crazy knowing you can’t move like you want to.
But it’s worth it when you see Auston’s composure starting to crack. His jaw’s clenched so tight it looks like it might snap, and you can feel how hard he’s working to keep himself steady, his thighs twitching beneath you. The game’s clearly becoming secondary to him now, especially when you squeeze your muscles around him, teasing him with the tight, warm grip of your body. His breath is shaky, uneven.
William, completely oblivious, lets out a laugh. “Man, you sound out of breath over there. You alright? You good?”
Auston’s eyes meet yours, and you can see the flicker of panic and amusement warring in his gaze. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just—fuck—hot in here,” he manages to get out, but you both know he’s barely hanging on.
But William isn’t buying it. “You sure? You sound like you’re…” He pauses, and then you hear the shift in his tone, something mischievous, teasing. “Dude, are you guys seriously fucking while we’re playing?”
The question sends a jolt through both of you. Auston’s eyes widen, and for a moment, you freeze. You try to hold in a giggle, but the absurdity of the situation breaks through. You’re sitting on Auston’s cock, pretending everything’s fine while his best friend is on the other end of the line, completely unaware. Or maybe… not so unaware anymore.
Auston clears his throat, still trying to play it cool. “What? No, man, what the fuck?”
But William just laughs, a low, knowing sound. “Oh, come on. Don’t lie to me. I can hear it. You’re totally fucking, aren’t you?”
You bite your lip, stifling a moan as Auston shifts underneath you. “Shit,” Auston mutters under his breath, shooting you a sideways glance that’s half amusement, half disbelief. “Willy, shut up.”
You feel a thrill run through you as Auston stares at you, eyebrows raised, his expression flickering between disbelief and curiosity. He’s expecting you to back down, to get shy or maybe a little flustered now that William’s put the pieces together and hasn’t hung up. But instead, there’s something intoxicating about it, something that makes you want to push boundaries you didn’t even know you had. Before you know it, you’re already nodding, lips parted, eyes drifting to the headset still crackling with William’s signature laugh. You’ve always felt a little pull towards him, his flirty charm and easy grin; even while he’s physically the exact opposite of Auston. It was never anything you thought you’d act on. At least, not until now.
Auston lets out a shaky exhale, almost like he’s testing the waters. He slips one of the headphones off your ear, and presses his lips close, his voice barely a whisper. “You want him to hear, don’t you?” There’s a teasing edge to his voice, the barest hint of disbelief, and it sends a spark of excitement through you, igniting something deep in your belly.
You nod, heat blooming in your cheeks, unable to meet his eyes. Auston’s smirk widens, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrusts up slightly, making you gasp quietly. He’s not holding back anymore, fully aware of the effect he’s having on you, and the warmth of his gaze sets your skin ablaze.
“Willy,” Auston finally says, his voice casual but with that underlying roughness, his eyes never leaving yours. “You still there?”
A soft chuckle filters through the headset. “Oh, yeah. Wouldn’t miss this for anything,” William replies, sounding like he’s leaning into this just as much as you are, that familiar teasing tone almost making you shiver.
Auston raises an eyebrow, watching your face as he speaks, challenging you with every word. “You want to know how good she takes my cock?”
There’s a pause on the other end, and then, with that teasing lilt, William replies, “Yeah, let’s hear it.”
Your breath catches, and a thrill races through you, your body reacting to the way Auston is looking at you—almost like he can’t believe this is happening, but he’s just as wrapped up in it as you are. He shifts his hips, filling you deeper, the stretch making you bite your lip as a low moan escapes you, finally giving in to the delicious sensation of him inside you. You don’t hold back, letting the sound slip from your lips, soft and needy.
You hear William let out a low groan. “God,” he breathes, “I bet you look so pretty, all fucked out and full, sweetheart.”
“You hear that?” Auston murmurs, thumb pressing slightly against your throat, making you swallow nervously. “Willy thinks you’re pretty,” he repeats with an edge, daring you to react. “What do you say when someone gives you a compliment, baby?”
You take a shaky breath, hesitating as warmth rushes to your cheeks, the words stumbling on your lips. You can barely hold Auston’s gaze, and yet you know he won’t let you get away without obeying. “Th-thank you…” you whisper, voice barely audible.
Auston’s grip tightens, his thumb tilting your chin up to meet his intense gaze. “Louder. Properly,” he commands, a steely edge in his voice. Your heart pounds, your stomach swirling with a mixture of nerves and excitement. He’s testing your limits, urging you to give in, and you can’t deny the way it’s making your head spin.
You swallow, feeling his gaze burning into you as you murmur, “Thank you, Willy… for saying I’m pretty.” The words feel vulnerable, intimate, and it sends a shiver down your spine to hear them leave your lips in front of Auston.
On the other end of the line, William’s voice filters through the headset, soft and soothing. “Aw, sweetheart, you don’t have to thank me for something so true. Just want to make sure you’re happy, that you’re taken care of.” His voice is gentle, the praise sending a warm blush across your cheeks, and it’s such a contrast to the way Auston’s gripping you, controlling every move, that it leaves you feeling dizzy.
Auston shifts his hand, letting his fingers trace your jawline before slipping back to your throat, his grip firm. “You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his tone laced with mockery, his eyes locked on yours. “You like knowing how pretty you look, getting all soft and needy on my cock.” His fingers press slightly, just enough to make you gasp, your pulse quickening under his touch.
“Yes…” you manage to whisper, cheeks burning as you’re barely able to hold back the soft whimper that escapes. Auston’s grip is unwavering, his eyes daring you to keep holding back, to stay quiet as he pushes you further.
“Oh, love,” William’s voice coos softly, breaking through the silence. “You don’t have to be nervous, you know. You’re doing so well… I bet you look beautiful, all wrapped up around him, taking everything so perfectly.”
Your breath shudders, your heart pounding at William’s tender words, the softness of his praise mingling with the roughness of Auston’s hold. Auston’s gaze narrows, catching every tremor, every little shiver that William’s words elicit from you, and he seems to enjoy it. He leans close, his voice dropping to a whisper, rough and intense. “You hear that, baby? Willy thinks you’re being good. But I’m not so sure. You’re still holding back,” he mutters, his tone dark. “Not letting us hear how much you need it.”
You bite down on your lip, feeling the pressure of him inside you, every time your cunt squeezes around him like a slow burn, burning you both. You can’t hide how much you’re aching to move, to feel more, and it only makes the tension inside you grow. Auston’s fingers tighten as if to remind you of his control, his hold possessive, grounding you even as your resolve begins to fray.
A soft whimper slips out, despite your best efforts to hold it back. Auston’s eyes gleam with satisfaction. “That’s better,” he says, his voice dripping with condescension. “Finally starting to let me hear you.” His thumb brushes against your throat again, sending a thrill through you, and you shiver under his touch.
“Shh, you’re alright, sweetheart,” William’s voice murmurs softly, his gentle reassurance weaving through the intensity of the moment. “You don’t have to hold back. Just let yourself enjoy it… no need to be nervous.”
You want so badly to move, to let go, to finally release the tension building inside you, but every time you try, Auston’s grip pulls you back, keeping you right on the edge. Your hips tremble, your body aching for more, but the words won’t come, caught in your throat as you fight the urge to beg.
“You’re starting to lose it, huh?” he murmurs, his fingers tracing up to your throat, his thumb pressing just enough to make your walls flutter around him. His eyes glint with satisfaction, taking in every little reaction you’re giving him. “Thought you’d be able to handle it.”
You try to stifle a whimper, the slow, burning sensation of having his thick cock inside you without any movement stretching the limits of your self-control. The throbbing heat of him is intoxicating, every inch of him filling you in a way that makes it impossible to keep composed. You want more, every fiber of you begging to move, but Auston keeps his grip firm, steady, not allowing you even an inch, even as you drip down his length.
Then, William’s voice filters through the headset, gentle and soothing. “You’re doing amazing, sweetheart,” he says, his tone warm and comforting, maintaining such a contrast to Auston’s intensity. “You’re being so good for him… I know it isn’t easy, but you’re handling it so well. Just let yourself feel it.”
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you struggle to keep steady, your body aching for release, for movement. Your lips part, a soft moan slipping through as Auston’s hand tightens around your throat, pulling you just close enough that his breath ghosts over your skin.
“Oh, you’re crying now?” Auston mocks, his grip possessive, his tone teasing and rough. “All because this greedy little cunt wants more? Because you can’t sit still and be good?” His hand shifts to cup your jaw, holding you in place as his eyes search yours, daring you to keep holding back. “Don’t tell me you’re going to start begging already.”
You bite down on your lip, feeling the heat of his gaze, every nerve in your body teetering on the edge of giving in. The tears well up, spilling over as you stifle a sob, and Auston’s expression shifts slightly, like he’s pleased, knowing he’s driven you this far.
“Hey, take it easy on her,” William’s voice chimes in, soft but firm. “She’s doing her best for you, Aus. You can see how hard she’s trying to be good.” His words wash over you like a balm, a contrast to Auston’s hold, making you feel seen, understood. “You’re so beautiful, just like this, you know that? I’m proud of you. Keep going, sweetheart, keep him warm.”
Auston’s gaze sharpens, his hand not loosening, and he leans in, his voice a rough whisper. “He might want me to go easy,” he mutters, brushing his lips along your jaw, “But I know exactly what you need.” He presses down a little harder, watching you carefully. “You need to sit there and take it, just like this. Don’t you?”
A whimper escapes, and you nod, the tension mounting as you struggle to hold back the urge to move, to press down just a little harder, to feel him deeper in your aching core. But he doesn’t give you an inch, holding you steady, his thumb tracing along your jawline.
William’s voice filters through again, soft, a gentle reprimand. “Come on, Tone. She’s done everything for you, hasn’t she? Don’t you think she’s earned a little more? I can hear how much she needs it.”
Auston’s gaze flickers, a hint of resistance, but he doesn’t let go, watching you intently, reading every little expression on your face. You feel your pulse racing, the ache intensifying as you wait, hoping he’ll relent, that he’ll let you have what you need. His grip tightens one last time, as though weighing his options.
Then, finally, he loosens his hold, allowing you a bit of freedom. “Alright,” he mutters, releasing his grip slightly, “But you’re still doing it my way.”
Relief and excitement flood you as you shift, lifting yourself up before sinking back onto his cock again, savoring every inch as you begin to ride him, feeling the fullness of him in a way that leaves you breathless. A soft, needy moan escapes, and Auston’s eyes darken, his hands returning to your hips, guiding you with that same possessive grip.
William’s voice cuts in, soft but insistent. “Good girl. Just like that. Isn’t he taking care of you? Letting you have exactly what you need?”
You bite your lip, nodding although he can’t see it as as you gasp out a quiet, “Thank you, Auston… thank you for taking care of me.”
“You’re welcome, baby. I didn’t say to slow down,” Austom adds, his voice laced with challenge as he grabs you, pressing his fingers into your skin with a tightness that makes you shiver.
Through the headset, William’s soothing voice filters in again, contrasting Auston’s roughness. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmurs gently. “Just keep going, just like that. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be… taking him like that, looking so beautiful.” The softness in his voice is comforting, grounding you just as much as Auston’s intensity is unraveling you.
You tremble at the words, feeling your heart skip as the meaning sinks in. “Where I’m supposed to be?” you murmur, meeting Auston’s gaze, your voice a little dazed. “What… what do you mean?”
Auston’s mouth curls into a smirk, his thumb brushing a strand of hair out of your face in a way that’s almost tender, but his gaze is unyielding. “It means you’re made for this. Sitting here, letting me use you however I want. You don’t need to think about anything else but taking my cock, baby.” he says firmly, his tone full of confidence and certainty. His hands tighten, pulling you down harder onto his throbbing cock, his grip guiding you as you squeeze him tighter. “Just keep looking pretty and taking care of me.”
The words hit you with a startling clarity, the way he speaks them without hesitation, as if that’s all there is to it—that this is exactly where you’re meant to be, no questions asked. And there’s a strange thrill in that, in letting go, in giving yourself over to whatever they want. You feel your cheeks flush, your breathing coming faster as you absorb it all, the way he’s looking at you like he owns every inch of you, and the way William’s gentle reassurances echo through, reinforcing Auston’s demands.
“Oh, love,” William’s voice is a soothing balm, the warmth in it wrapping around you. “He’s right. Just keep doing exactly what you’re doing. You’re perfect like this, letting him take what he needs from you. That’s all you have to worry about, sweetheart. Nothing else in that sweet, empty head, okay? We’re so proud of you.”
The praise makes your heart pound even faster, your skin tingling with the intensity of it all. You start moving harder, your body responding to Auston’s hold, his every little command shaping how you ride him, how you press down with more abandon, desperate to feel more, to do exactly as he says. The sounds slipping from your lips grow more frantic, your breathing shallow and shaky as you feel the tension building, feel him hit the spot inside you that makes everything else fade away.
There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and William’s voice is suddenly gentle, curious. “Did he find your spot, love?” he asks, his tone soft and warm, as if he’s wrapped you in a gentle embrace. “It sounds like he did.”
You nod, even though William can’t see, your mind barely able to string together a coherent thought as Auston’s hold tightens, and he thrusts harder, deeper, exactly where you need it most. The sensation overwhelms you, and you feel yourself starting to let go, giving into the feeling entirely. Your breath comes faster, and words tumble out, barely coherent, a stream of babbled confessions and pleas that you can’t control.
“Yes, yes… please, it’s… oh my god,” you gasp, clinging to Auston’s shoulders, the need to keep moving, to keep following his lead so strong it’s overwhelming. “Please, don’t stop… I need it, I… I’ll do anything,” you murmur, hardly aware of what you’re saying as you surrender to the sensations, to the overwhelming need to please him.
“Anything, baby?” Auston’s voice is low, a rough growl that makes your pulse race. His hand finds its way to your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his intense gaze. “You’re making such a mess of yourself, riding me like that. Completely giving in, aren’t you? Just can’t help yourself.” He tightens his grip around your throat like he owns you, his thumb brushing along your jawline, sending a thrill through you.
You barely manage to whisper a desperate, “Yes… please,” your voice trembling, mind too lost in the sensation to say anything coherent. The words fall from your lips without thought, helpless, pleading for more of his touch, to feel him deeper, more of everything. You’re babbling, voice breaking, pleading for release, begging to be good for him, promising anything just to feel his cock fill every aching part of you.
Just then, William’s voice filters gently through the headset on your ear, his tone soft and soothing. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice filled with warmth, “you’re doing so well. We’re so proud of you, you know that? Look at how beautiful you are, giving yourself to Auston like this.” His gentle praise wraps around you, grounding you just enough to keep you steady as you feel your control slipping away, inch by inch. “Just keep going… just like that. Let yourself feel it.”
Auston lets out a low sound of satisfaction, his grip on your throat tightening just slightly, making you gasp. “You like hearing that, don’t you?” he murmurs with a mocking edge, watching your reaction with satisfaction. “Such a good girl, taking everything I give you and letting Willy listen.” His other hand moves to your waist, fingers pressing into your skin, guiding you to keep going even harder. “But don’t think you’re done yet. You’re not stopping until I say so.”
His words send a shiver through you, and you nod, breathless, your head spinning with the roughness of his touch and the way he’s pushing you right to the edge. You can barely think, barely breathe, but all you want is to please him, to keep moving, to feel that sweet, building intensity inside you until it finally breaks.
William’s voice comes through again, a soft reprimand to Auston. “Take it easy on her, Aus. She’s doing everything for you… don’t you see how hard she’s trying?” His tone is gentle, filled with tenderness, and it makes you feel seen, cherished. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart. You don’t have to hold back for us. Just keep feeling, keep letting go.”
His praise sends warmth blooming in your chest, and a whimper slips from your lips, the contrast between Auston’s rough grip and William’s gentle words unraveling you completely. You’re so close, every nerve in your body on edge, the pressure building in a way that makes your vision blur, every inch of you trembling as you try to keep going, harder, desperate to reach that peak.
Auston’s fingers tighten, pulling you down harder, his gaze sharp. “You’re not done yet, baby,” he growls, the intensity in his voice making you gasp. “Not until you’re falling apart for me, not until you’re giving me everything.” His hand moves from your throat to your jaw, holding you firmly as he watches your expression shift, daring you to keep going, to keep holding on just a little longer. “I want to hear it. All of it.”
Your voice comes out in a whimper, pleading, words stumbling over each other as you cling to his shoulders, feeling that overwhelming need to let go. “Please… please, Auston… I can’t, I… I need… I just need…” You can barely form a thought, too lost in the sensation, every inch of you on fire as the pressure inside you builds higher and higher, your body aching with the need to release.
William’s voice is a gentle balm through the haze. “Shh, you’re alright, sweetheart. You’re right where you’re supposed to be, remember? You’re doing so well. You’re so close, hm? Let go for us.” His words wash over you like warmth, soft and encouraging, grounding you even as you feel yourself slipping further, teetering right on the edge.
Auston’s grip tightens one last time, guiding you to move even harder, every thrust sending a spark of pleasure through you that leaves you gasping, eyes fluttering shut as the sensation builds to a breaking point. “You think you’ve earned it, baby?” he murmurs, voice rough, demanding. “Then come for me. Now.”
The words are all you need. The intensity overwhelms you, crashing over you like a wave as the release finally hits, tearing through you with a force that leaves you breathless, voice breaking as you cry out, your whole body trembling as you give in, every part of you surrendering to the feeling. The pleasure is all-consuming, each wave stronger than the last, leaving you utterly undone, lost in the sensation as Auston’s grip keeps you grounded, his presence steady as you let go completely.
William’s voice is soft, soothing, a gentle whisper in your ear. “Beautiful, love. Just like that… you’re perfect. So, so perfect.” His praise is a comfort, wrapping around you, helping you come back down, his warmth filling you with a quiet peace as the waves of pleasure begin to ebb.
Auston’s gaze softens slightly, his fingers relaxing their grip, his touch more gentle now as he watches you, satisfaction clear in his eyes. His thumb brushes your cheek, a rare moment of tenderness as he lets you catch your breath, his roughness giving way to a softer, quieter intensity that leaves you feeling safe.
William’s voice is the last thing you hear as you finally come back to yourself, his words soft and full of warmth. “You did so well for us, sweetheart. Just rest now. You’re right where you’re supposed to be.”
Hey diva! I’ve been loving your fics and finding your Auston Matthews fic made my entire week. I was wondering if you could write a fic where you go home with both Auston Matthews and Mitch Marner (I’m choosing to live in a better timeline) after a game and Auston leans more into degradation and Mitch does praise. (They can also be into each other? I believe that you cannot go to Paris if the Eiffel Tower is not connected so do with that what you will) Thank you!!!
hey diva. i need you to know that i was fully in the middle of writing another request, saw this in my inbox, laughed OUT LOUD in a public space and then banged this shit out in like an hour. thank you for that and i hope you enjoy.
(ps. i know mitch marner was traded. i dont care. i also know hes married. i also dont care)
“No, absolutely not. Are you fucking crazy? That could get me arrested!”
“You can’t propose a bet if you keep rejecting the options.” Auston laughs, turning back to the pot on the stove.
You shake your head. “Okay but I literally cannot flash you at a game. Imagine the headlines! Imagine Twitter!”
“She does have a point.” Mitch calls from the couch. He’s halfheartedly flipping through channels while Auston makes him dinner. You’d initially stopped by to pick up Zeus and Felix before they left for their game, but the once quick stop had devolved into this back and forth.
“Fine.” Auston sets the spoon down and leans on the island with the air of a man fed up with your bullshit. His eyes were intense on you. “If we both score tomorrow, we both get to fuck you.”
The silence that followed that statement was profound, broken only by Mitch sitting up abruptly and staring at Auston, as if waiting for the punchline. When none was forthcoming, his gaze slid to you, his wide blue eyes dark with something that could only be described as hunger.
“You—“ Your brain is silent. Empty. You can’t form words around the mental images flashing behind your eyes. Auston smirks like he can read your filthy thoughts and straightens.
“Don’t play dumb. I’m not blind. I can see how you look at him.” He gestures at Mitch, who’s still staring at you. Auston’s gaze cuts back to you before he says, “And I see how you look at me.”
You stare at him, stunned. The three of you had been playing cat and mouse for almost as long as you’d known each other, looks that lingered a little too long, touches that didn’t need to happen happening anyway. You’d never really thought anything would come of it, after all they were… well, them. NHL players at the top of their game, rarely distracted by anything that wasn’t hockey. You knew they sometimes shared the girls they brought home, and you’d have to be blind to miss the chemistry between the two, but…
You were jolted out of your thoughts when Auston snapped in front of your face. “C’mon baby, it’s a simple yes or no.” His tone is slightly condescending, and you’re loathe to admit what that does to your insides.
“Fine,” you say as you straighten, heat pooling low in your stomach as you realize what you’re agreeing to. “But only if you both score.”
The grin on Auston’s face widens, tipping up at one end. Mitch’s gaze only gets hungrier, as if what you’ve agreed to is already a forgone conclusion. Glancing back and forth between the two of them, you can’t help but think you may have bitten off more than you can chew.
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So of course, they both score. Not only do they both score, but they both put up multi point nights, with them each assisting on the others goals (of course). Mitch nets a second goal late in the third and Auston clinches an assist on Kniesy’s goal that settles the game at 4-2 in favor of the Leafs. You watch the whole thing in their living room, Zeus’s head pillowed in your lap, getting hotter and hotter under the collar as the game winds down, knowing what’s waiting for you when the boys get home. The last time the camera focused on them after Auston’s goal they’d been talking and laughing on the bench. Auston had been smirking at something Mitch said, while Mitch’s eyes were wide with exhilaration. You’d known without needing to hear a word what they were talking about, and you’d had to look away. You almost wanted to text them backing out of the bet, the anticipation of waiting causing you to overthink everything. Your pride stilled you before you could send the text. They’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to, but you didn’t know if you’d ever live down the chirping if you backed out now. Plus… you did want this. You wanted them. Both of them. For longer than you were willing to admit.
The door slammed open, the sound of Mitch’s laughter interrupting your swirling thoughts. You focused your attention back on the TV, where the next game had started.
“Good game.” You called out to them without turning around as they entered the kitchen, trying for nonchalance and not quite making it.
“Oh, you think so?” You tilt your head to see Auston standing behind you in his post-game suit, his tone leaning towards mocking. He leans down into your space, resting his arms on the back of the couch. You can feel his warm breath across your neck as he leans in to say, “Did you watch the whole thing?”
You nod, swallowing thickly.
“So, you saw Mitch’s second goal then.” As you nod, he looks back over his shoulder at Mitch who’s leaning against the kitchen counter, hair still wet and curling gently from his shower. He’s taken off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his white button up. His stance is casual, the look in his eyes anything but.
“We made a secondary bet.” Mitch says, walking slowly around the couch until he can crouch in front of you, putting your faces level. “Whoever got more points got to have you first.” His hand has found his way to your knee and is slowly pushing your shorts higher up your thigh. “That means you’re mine right now, pretty girl.” He’s barely touching you, but between him on his knees in front of you, looking up at you through his lashes, and the heat of Auston’s body behind you, you already feel boneless and weak.
“Okay.” You say on a breath, your previously swirling thoughts completely silenced. Mitch grins before placing a gentle kiss to the inside of your knee. His kisses rise along with his hands as he runs them up your thighs, pushing them wider apart and settling between them. As he sucks a gentle bruise into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh you feel Auston thread his hand into your hair and pull your head back. He captures your mouth in a searing kiss, sweeping his tongue into your mouth before biting your bottom lip.
“What was it like?” He says, using his grip on your hair to pull your head back further until he can get to your neck, sucking harshly on the sensitive skin there, so at odds with the gentleness Mitch is still using on your thighs. His scruff scratches your neck as he asks, “What was it like watching the game, watching us score, knowing we were doing it to get you here.”
“I—“ You gasp as Mitch slips his hand under your shorts and sinks two fingers into you with no warning. He groans softly at the wetness he finds there, pressing another gentle kiss to the inside of your knee.
“God baby girl, you’re so wet already.” He looks up at you, his hair falling across his forehead in a way that frankly should be illegal. “Were you just watching the game and waiting for us to come home? So patiently.” He kisses you again, a little higher. “Such a good girl for us.” His praise shoots straight to your head, leaving you even more cotton headed as Auston slides his hand from your hair down your front to palm at your breasts over your thin shirt.
“Were you touching yourself thinking about us?” Austin’s whispers against the shell of your ear. “Or did the thought not even occur to that empty little head of yours?”
It’s a special kind of torture, him asking you questions and expecting an answer when all you can focus on is the feeling of his hands on you, on Mitch’s fingers slipping in and out of you, curling inside of you.
“I—“ you gasp as one of Auston’s hands slips up to your throat, not squeezing yet, but the weight reminding you that he could. “I wanted to wait.”
Auston hums as if considering your answer before reaching down, wrapping his hands around your waist, and pulling you backwards over the couch. Mitch’s fingers slip out of you from the motion and heat pools low in your stomach as you watch him almost immediately slip his fingers into his mouth, as if desperate for a taste of you. Auston tosses you over his shoulder as if you weight nothing and tsks at Mitch.
“Don’t be selfish Mitchy, or else I might reconsider the terms of our bet.” He slides his hand up the back of your thigh as he says this, before slapping your ass hard enough to jolt you. Mitch huffs out a breath before holding out his hand in offering, lips tilting up in a teasing smile. Auston hums again, staring Mitch down. “On second thought, I’d rather just taste her myself.”
With that he turns down the hallway towards the bedrooms, Mitch following behind him like an obedient puppy. Auston tosses you onto the bed and pulls off your shorts with little ceremony, moving to the side as Mitch kneels at the foot and pulls you in until your hips are on the edge of the bed. The easy way they move around each other speaks of years of spending time together… and experience in this situation. A shiver runs down your spine as you start to realize exactly what you signed up for.
Your eyes roll back in your head as Mitch buries his head between your legs, licking a stripe all the way up you and groaning at the taste. “You taste so fucking good princess. So perfect for me.” You whine at his words, making him grin before he settles back between your thighs. The bed near your head dips as Auston, now with his shirt off, tattooed arms on display, sits next to you and reaches for your hair again. He resumes sucking dark bruises along your neck and jawline, whispering filthy words into your ear.
“Look at you, already so easy for us. We haven’t even started yet and you’re already this gone?” He laughs darkly and nips at your ear. “You’re going to be such a good little slut for us I can already tell.” You might as well be gagged for how well you can respond to that. Auston’s mind seems to be going down a similar path as he taps two fingers on your lower lip.
“Open for me.”
Your mouth falls open immediately, moaning as you feel Mitch slip two fingers back inside of you, his tongue flicking steadily against your clit. Each movement sends fireworks up your spine, and you buck your hips into his mouth, asking for more as best you can with Auston’s thick fingers down your throat.
“Good girl.” Auston murmurs, pressing his fingers deeper. “You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you? You’re going to be such a good little whore for me. Taking my cock while Mitchy’s inside of you.” His hand slips down to your throat, squeezing until your head is ringing. “You’ve been thinking about this for weeks, haven’t you? I know we have.” He looks down your body to where Mitch is eating you out like a man that’s been starving. His grip on your thighs is gentle, his thumb sweeping back and forth in a soothing motion, so at odds with the grip Auston has on your throat. After a moment he lets go, the rush of blood to your head making you feel deliciously dizzy. He stands, making his way over to Mitch, threading a large hand through his hair and pulling his head away from the vee of your thighs. You whimper at the loss of contact, clenching around Mitch’s fingers as he stares up at Auston, pupils blown huge.
“Didn’t I say I wanted a taste?” Auston asks softly, before kneeling down next to Mitch and using his grip on his hair to pull him in for a searing kiss. You watch, entranced, as Auston all but licks you out of Mitch’s mouth. He pulls away suddenly and Mitch blinks, looking like Auston’s hand in his hair is the only thing keeping him upright.
Auston’s grin is dangerous as he looks back at you. “You taste so good baby. You both do.” His grip tightens in Mitch’s hair, pulling a soft whimper out of him, before standing again. “Now you’re both going to be very very good for me, and maybe I’ll let you get what you want. You want to fuck her, right Mitchy?”
Mitch’s molten gaze slides to you, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten red. “Yes.” He breaths out.
“Yes, what?” Auston says sharply, jerking Mitch’s head to the side in reprimand.
“Yes, sir.” Mitch breaths out, eyes still locked on you, eyelashes fluttering.
“Good boy.” Auston says, running his fingers through Mitch’s soft strands. “Go ahead then. Show me how much she wants you.”
At Auston’s okay Mitch stands, pulling his shirt over his head. His pants quickly follow, his cock so hard it looks borderline painful, leaking at the tip. He bends and presses a soft kiss at your hipbone, before running a trail up your body, settling with his head in the curve of your neck. “You’re so beautiful.” He breathes, breath fanning over the harsh marks Auston left earlier. “So perfect for us. Everything I imagined. Fuck.” He captures your lips in a kiss, running his tongue along the seam of your lips until you open for him. “You’re so good for us princess.” He whispers against you. “So fuck—“ he cuts himself off as he sinks inside of you, burying himself in one movement, trusting his fingers to have loosened you up enough to prevent pain.
He groans against your neck, his noises matching yours as he fills you. “God baby.” He chokes out.
A tug on your hair redirects your attention from where Mitch has begun moving inside of you. Sometime during this, Auston’s ditched his pants too and he’s knelt on the side of the bed, grinning like he knows you’d forgotten what he said earlier.
“You don’t get to have all the fun, pretty thing.” He says as he taps the head of his cock against your lips, waiting for you to open for him. You do, easily. You want him inside of you too, want to be filled at both ends by these men. Mitch is still murmuring into your ear, seemingly unable to stop himself as he speeds up his pace. Auston throws his head back at the first feeling of your lips wrapping around his head, unwilling to give you the satisfaction of hearing his moan but unable to hold back all of his reaction.
“Fuck baby.” He grits out. “You’re such a little whore for us, aren’t you? Look at you, letting us use you like this. You’d let us do anything you wanted to you wouldn’t you? Just a fuck-toy that moans. Fuck baby—“ You moan around his cock at his degrading words, the vibration causing him to drop his hands to the mattress around your head. He begins thrusting into your mouth in earnest, truly using you for the first time tonight. You’re a mess, drool and pre-come coating your chin, tears of pleasure running down your face, moaning as Mitch thrusts into you harder and faster. You’re filled to aching at both ends but you still want more. More of them, more of this. Nothing has ever been like this. You lose track of everything as they use you, Mitch’s questions of “you like this don’t you pretty girl” and “god you’re such a good little slut for us aren’t you” drifting like cotton around your head. You almost scream as he threads a hand between you and presses on your clit.
“Yes, baby, good.” He says against your ear. “Are you close princess? Do you want to come for us?” You moan in response as Auston thrusts begin to lose rhythm at Mitch’s filthy words. “Come for me then baby. Come on.” He rubs hard circles on your clit, using his other hand to hike up your leg, pushing himself even deeper into you. “Be a good girl and come on our cocks.”
Everything goes white as you come the hardest you ever have in your life. Your body seizes around both of them as waves of pleasure cascade through you, growing in strength until you think you might pass out. Mitch’s head drops to your neck with a punched-out groan as his hips stutter against you, your pussy clenching around him sending him over the edge with you. You’re floating somewhere above your body when you become aware of Auston pushing Mitch off of you and positioning himself between your legs. He’s boneless next to you, spend from his own orgasm as he looks down at Auston. Auston’s fingers rub over your clit and you jerk, over sensitivity bordering on pain humming though you. He laughs at your reaction.
“Oh, baby girl. You didn’t think we were done, did you?” With that he presses into you, his cock stretching you more than Mitch’s did, but you’re so far gone the pain feels good. You want more of it. You want to beg for it, but the words get lost somewhere between your brain and your mouth, the fog of your orgasm clouded densely in your skull.
“Fuck baby you feel so fucking good, all stretched out from his pretty boy cock.” He smirks at the garbled moan you let out, shifting his position until he’s seated fully inside of you. “Ohhh pretty girl can’t even talk huh?” He says mockingly. “Fucked so dumb she can’t even speak.” He runs a hand up your thigh condescendingly, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back into you again. “That’s alright princess, I’ll take care of that empty little head of yours.”
With that, he flips you over onto your hands and forces your head down into the mattress with a hand on your back. The way he manhandles you so easily, moving you around like you exist only for him to use you, sends a heady rush through your veins. You moan again as his pace increases, slamming into you, pressing you further into the mattress. You gasp as you feel your second orgasm build, slowly, like it’s pulling from deeper inside of you. Before it can crest, a hand in your hair pulls you harshly upward, forcing your thoughts away from the waves building inside of you.
“Go on baby, help him out.” You focus long enough to see that Mitch has moved until he’s kneeling in front of you, his cock hard again. His hand replaces Auston’s in your hair, infinitely gentler than he had been. He cradles your head as if you’re something precious. You wrap one hand around the base of his dick, as a rough thrust from Auston pushes you forward enough to get your lips around Mitch’s head. He groans almost immediately.
“Fuck, Auston. God, she feels so good.” You hear Auston’s laugh at the other end of the bed as he forces you deeper on Mitch’s cock.
“She does, doesn’t she? You like her sucking your dick, pretty boy?”
“Fuck. Yes.” Mitch breaths out, clearly as affected by Auston as you are. You feel Auston shift above you, and Mitch’s breathing becomes more labored.
His stifled whine tells you Auston has him by the throat as he whispers “You look so fucking good like this Mitchy. Almost as desperate as she is.” He rocks his hips forward, pushing you an inch further onto Mitch’s dick, causing him to groan deep in his chest. The sounds above your head turn slick as Auston kisses Mitch deeply, swallowing his whimpers as he continues to rock into you, harder now, his stuttering hips the only sign that you and Mitch are getting to him too.
“Baby, baby I’m gonna come.” You hear Mitch say above you.
“Good boy Mitchy. Good, come for me. Come in her mouth. She’s going to take it like the good little slut she is, aren’t you?” He punctuates this with a firm slap to your ass, causing you to moan around Mitch. You can’t nod, can’t think, can’t do anything but take it as the vibrations from your noises send Mitch spilling over the edge. His hands in your hair tighten almost reflexively as you swallow around him, some of it dripping down your chin. After a few hard thrusts from Auston, Mitch pulls out of you, cradling your head until it’s pillowed on his thigh.
“Good girl.” He pants out. “Holy shit, you’re so good, so perfect for me.” His hands are running through your hair as your overstimulation reaches a fever pitch. You can’t even form the words before you’re coming again, tightening impossibly on Auston’s cock as your body tenses. This one is somehow more intense than the first one, slamming through your body in waves for what feels like minutes as Auston continues to push into you, chasing his own release until he curses roughly. You go limp as the last of the waves of pleasure course through you, feeling completely spent as Auston thrusts a few more times before collapsing over your back. For a second the three of you do nothing but breath heavily, coming down from the high of a three-way orgasm. Auston presses a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades and pulls out, stepping into the bathroom as Mitch continues running his hands through your hair, whispering soft words of encouragement and love.
Auston returns with a warm cloth, running it over your face gently, wiping away the remains of come and drool covering your chin. He runs the warm cloth between your legs and across your stomach, before climbing into the bed beside you and Mitch.
You’re so warm between the two men, Mitch’s gentle hands in your hair, Auston’s fingers trailing over your hip, gentle now in the aftercare. They don’t ask anything from you, talking softly over your head about nothing of importance, travel plans for their next game, their fantasy football teams, the weather for dog walking tomorrow. The soft hum of their voices and the warmth of their bodies lulls you into a daze and you drift off, thinking of nothing at all.
genre - smut; threesome, minors DNI, 18+ content, unprotected sex, P in V
featuring - auston matthews x female reader x william nylander
summary - auston’s girlfriend goes on a podcast and picks william in a game of; kiss, marry, fuck - so auston decides to give her what she wants
note - the ending kind of sucks, i haven’t written in awhile if you couldn’t notice from the lack of posting on my blog, so enjoy this as my return? Hopefully?
Settling into your seat, you’d taken advantage of the complimentary cocktail you were offered prior to recording. You were appearing on your friend’s podcast as a special edition episode for the upcoming NHL All-Star game. Being one of the WAGs with a bigger social media presence, you often got invitations for appearances such as these.
“You ready?”
Looking at Chelsea you took a deep breath, followed by another quick sip of your cocktail before nodding your head.
The beginning half of the podcast focused on you, your relationship with your boyfriend now captain of the Maple Leafs, Auston Matthews. The second half delving into the more gossip style questions, which you were sure would wind you up in some trouble.
“Okay, so, as much as we all love talking about your man, we gotta talk about the other men of the Maple Leafs. So, let’s play a nice little game of: kiss, marry, and fuck.”
A blush quickly fell over your cheeks as you knew this would not end well. Looking at the camera as you warned, “Auston please turn this off now,” before allowing Chelsea to continue.
“Obviously, Auston will not be an option for this game because that would be cheating. So, without wasting any more time, first member of the Maple Leafs: William Nylander.”
“Fuck.”
Chelsea’s eyes went wide at your almost immediate response to the first player she’d promoted with, which of course she had to inquire about.
“Okay, I’m going to need you to elaborate because that answer was instantaneous. Why are you fucking Willy?”
“I mean, have you seen him? He’s got a good fashion sense, and if not Auston, I would one-hundred percent have to fuck Willy.”
The moment the podcast ended you knew that Auston would not be happy with the game of kiss, marry, fuck. However, you hoped it was at least taken more in a comedic sense versus people taking it to heart. Regardless if your answer was genuine to how you felt or not, you didn’t need your boyfriend thinking you had thoughts of his teammate on a regular basis.
The night was being capped off with a dinner for the Leafs all-stars and their guests they’d brought to town for the weekend. Auston sat in silence as he watched you put the finishing touches on your outfit of some simple gold earrings and a few bracelets.
“Okay, looks good?”
You turned to him with a smile as you gave him an opportunity to look over your outfit, Auston always giving you his stamp of approval before heading out the door.
“Yup, good. Ready to go?”
He stood up from the chair in the corner of the room as he headed towards you, taking your hand to pull you towards the door of the hotel room.
“Aus, everything okay? That was a bit of a lackluster response compared to your usual comments.”
He let out a soft sigh as he stopped to turn back towards you.
“You’re right, I’m sorry. You look great, I’m sure Willy is definitely gonna want to fuck you seeing you look this good.”
Auston rolled his eyes as he continued towards the door, pulling you with him as you sighed.
The podcast had not gone over well with Auston, specifically your comments about Willy being the one guy besides Auston on the Leafs that you’d choose to fuck. No matter how many times you told him it was a game and you weren’t thinking about fucking his teammate regularly, he didn’t want to hear it. A chip very much on his shoulder as the idea of you thinking about any of his teammates in such a way made his blood boil.
“Aus, babe, how many times do I have to tell you. It was a game on a podcast, you have nothing to be upset or worry about! I promise!”
Placing a kiss on his lips you were happy to see him slightly relax at your reassuring words. His thumb lightly brushed over the back of your hand as a smile came across his lips.
“Okay, I believe you. I just, I can’t help but be jealous. I know my girlfriend is hot as fuck, so naturally I assume that everyone else knows it too. And the idea of you wanting to fuck one of my teammates, definitely had me hot and ready to explode.”
“Not hot and bothered?”
You playfully joked as Auston rolled his eyes, not caring for any sarcastic comments of yours as he pulled you down the hall.
“No way, I don’t even want to think of Willy or any of the guys getting you all to themselves.”
A smirk found its way across your lips as you two waited for the elevator, Auston eyeing you confused as the ding alerted you two of the ride's arrival.
“What? You know I don’t like it when you start smirking like that.”
“Nothing, you just said you don’t wanna think about any of the guys getting me all to themselves. But, I wondered what you’d say if it wasn’t one of them, just by themselves. Like what if-“
The ding of the elevator arriving in the lobby stopped your thought, Auston staring at you in confusion as you made your way out and towards the group that was waiting for the two of you.
Shaking his head he let the words escape him as he caught up to you and the group, lacing his fingers with yours as the group headed out for dinner. Auston, Mitch, and William had been voted to the All-Star game and it was a tradition they’d started to do a dinner with friends and family that they flew out for the festivities.
As you found your seat at the table, you failed to notice it was directly across from William. Normally you wouldn’t care or pay it any mind, but with Auston still not thrilled with your comments made on the podcast, you were sure this would add more fuel to the fire.
“Y/n.”
You heard William’s voice softly break through the rumbling of conversations at the large dinner table, pulling your attention as you made eye contact with him. Taking a sip of your wine you waited for him to speak, noticing that Auston was turning his attention to Willy though he tried not to make it obvious.
“You look gorgeous, that’s the dress you were eyeing in Paris yeah?”
A smile came across your face as you thought back on the trip you took with Auston that had seen you coming home with tons of new clothes. Some of which you couldn’t decide on, leading you to enlist the help of resident Maple Leafs fashionista William Nylander. The dress he urged you to get was the one you wore tonight; it was simple, strapless, and you paired it with a vintage Maple Leafs racing style jacket.
“It is, you remembered.”
He offered you a cheers of your wine glasses with a smirk, shrugging his shoulders as he brought the glass to his lips.
“How could I not remember when you look so gorgeous in it? I can understand why you and Auston were late to meet us all for dinner.”
Willy shot you a wink as you rolled your eyes, the smirk on your lips fading as you noticed Auston clearly not amused by the conversation. Turning your attention to some chatter coming from the opposite end of the table, you hoped Auston would just drop the entire thing. But as he and William got up and headed towards the bar, you were sure that wasn’t the case.
“What can I get you boss?”
William smiled at Auston while flagging down a bartender, Auston simply replying “tequila on the rocks” as he leaned an arm on the counter.
“You good? Things seem off with you tonight.”
Auston chuckled as he accepted his glass from the bartender, taking a sip as he shook his head at William.
“Am I good? You were fucking flirting with my girlfriend right in front of me dude. I mean it’s bad enough she made comments on that podcast about wanting to fuck you, but now I’ve got to sit through you hitting on her and shit?”
William immediately put his hands up in protest, chuckling as he shook his head.
“I meant nothing more than a simple compliment. I mean, yeah y/n is gorgeous. And I think any guy you asked would be lying if they said they didn’t wanna sleep with her. But I’m not trying to cross any lines here, honest. You think I’d do something like that?”
Auston sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, believing that William was telling the truth. But still confused by the comments you’d made earlier in the elevator.
“I mean, I don’t know. Y/n was saying some things earlier, it almost made me think the comments she made on that podcast weren’t just a joke or for entertainment.”
William’s eyes went wide as he sipped his drink, slightly coughing as he wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Wait, you think, she was serious? That she wants to sleep with me?”
“Not exactly, she said something in the elevator about what if it wasn’t just William having me all to himself.”
William started laughing as Auston furrowed his brow, not appreciating the humor that his teammate was finding in this situation.
“Dude, I’m gonna go ahead and say that your girlfriend is hinting at wanting to have a threesome.”
Auston’s eyes went wide as he glanced to the table, seeing you laughing about something Mitch was telling the table. The thought of a threesome was never something he imagined you’d be interested in let alone think about.
“A threesome? What? No way, with you? You really think that’s what she was hinting at?”
William shook his head, laughing at Auston’s sudden awkwardness over the thought. Simply patting his shoulder as he grabbed his glass to head back to the table.
“Threesomes can be a good time, don’t knock it till you try it, that’s all I’m saying.”
Dinner had wrapped up and you’d noticed Auston was rather quiet after his trip to the bar with William. You normally would assume it’s because he’s tired with all the hustle and bustle of All-Star Weekend, but you couldn’t be so sure.
“You okay babe?”
Squeezing his hand tight you searched his face for some sort of sign, something to let you in on what had him so quiet.
“Can I ask you something?”
The two of you were behind the group so he wasn’t worried about anyone overhearing, though you’d become a bit nervous for what he had to say.
“Do you, have you. Do you want to fuck William?”
Rolling your eyes you couldn’t believe this was being brought up again, despite your effort to shut down the silly comments made during a game on a podcast, it was clear Auston wasn’t letting it go.
“Aus, I’ve told you. It was a game on a podcast, there’s nothing more to it than that.”
“Do you want to fuck me and William? Like together?”
Your eyes went wide hearing the question pour from your boyfriend’s lips. Taking a moment to replay the question in your mind just in case maybe you’d heard him wrong.
“What, like, you think I want to have a threesome?”
Your voice got quiet on the final word, praying no one around could hear the conversation as you felt your heart begin to race. Your palms sweating as you could see Auston was awaiting an answer, and he’d know if you were lying.
“I mean, I don’t know. Maybe. Yeah? It’s just one of those random sexual thoughts you get sometimes. Haven’t you ever had one?”
Auston slightly chuckled seeing how flustered you’d become, shaking his head as he took your hand in his. The rest of the walk back to the hotel was silent, minus your heart that was beating loud in your head as you’d wondered what admitting to your thoughts was making Auston think.
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It wasn’t uncommon after a multi-point night on top of a commanding win for Auston to be ready to rip your clothes off the second you’d get home. His hand slowly finding its way between your thighs on the ride home, trying his best to drive the speed limit though his foot would be glued to the gas pedal racing through Toronto traffic.
Though you would try to please and pleasure him after a multi-point performance, Auston can never give up control that easily. Always wanting to have things his way, despite your begging to make him happy.
“Baby, you remember what you asked me…the night of the dinner at All Star weekend?”
He spoke in between kisses, his breath heavy as his hands quickly worked on your jeans, then moved to discard your jacket and top to the side.
“Mmm, sure…No, of course not I don’t fucking remember anything from that night right now Aus. Can this wait?”
You pleaded with him as he slipped a hand past the waistband of your thong, fingers slowly tracing your slit as he smirked seeing you flinch beneath him at the feeling.
“It could, but I wanna talk about it now.”
Groaning you reluctantly gave in, thinking back on that night, trying to remember what you asked him. Of all the things you could’ve said, nothing was coming to mind.
“Aus, please just tell me so we can get this over with.”
Grinding your hips you tried your best to urge his fingers to continue, but he stopped their movements as he pulled his hand from your thong. His thumb tracing over your cheek before holding your chin as he brought you closer for a kiss.
“You asked me if I’d ever had a random sexual thought, like how you thought of a threesome with me and Willy.”
His eyes looked down at yours, lust filled as he smirked, watching as your chest rose and fell with sharp breaths as you tried to be patient. Auston always hated when you would rush him.
Before he could finish his thought, a knock came at the door along with a groan from your lips. Auston chuckled to himself as he gestured for you to go and get it. Scoffing at him you crossed your arms over your chest, as if to protest that you were not moving.
“Baby, look at me, I can’t answer the door like this!”
His arms were open wide as he shrugged, his gaze falling to his cock that was rock hard in his briefs. Rolling your eyes, you threw on his dress shirt as another knock came at the door.
“Fine! But you owe me, big time!”
“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get your wish.”
Auston sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his forearms as he watched you hurry off to the door.
“Coming!”
You shouted as a third knock came, quickly checking that all the buttons were done and your matching blue lace bra and thong couldn’t be seen beneath the dress shirt.
“Can I help-“
As you opened the door, you were greeted with the blonde hair and blue eyes of none other than William Nylander.
“Willy? What the fuck are you doing here?”
Quickly wrapping your arms around yourself, you did your best attempt at hiding the fact you were simply in a bra and thong beneath the dress shirt. Thankfully your face was already red from the events that had begun upstairs so it hid your blush of embarrassment seeing William at the door.
“Auston told me to come over.”
“He what?”
William had shown himself inside, leaving you confused as you shut and locked the door. You expected Auston to have trailed behind you, but he was nowhere in sight.
Heading upstairs you kept glancing back at William as a smirk remained plastered on his face as you rushed to get some sort of explanation from Auston.
“Aus, what the fuck? Why is he here?”
Your whisper yelling was useless as William had followed shortly behind, now leaning in the doorway of your bedroom as Auston reached out to tuck some hair behind your ear with a cocky grin.
“Didn’t I say you’d get your wish baby girl? Well, this is your lucky day.”
Looking from Auston to William, you’d felt the lightbulb click in your brain as you felt your cheeks turning red. William moved to lean on the dresser, arms crossed over his chest as Auston took your hand in his, pulling you in for a kiss.
“Auston, I told you, it was just a random thought. You don’t need to do this, he’s your teammate.”
He playfully bit your lip before moving you off of his lap, standing up next to William as you sat on the edge of the bed.
“Well, we are gonna take care of this random thought once and for all. William and I talked, there’s no reason for it to be awkward. He’s gonna respect my rules, and we’ll have some fun. Sound good?”
You were trying to pick your jaw up off the floor, the idea of Auston ever being okay with something like this seemed ridiculous. But as both men smirked at you, sharing a laugh at your inability to speak, you realized they weren’t kidding.
“Why don’t you help Willy out a bit, we got a head start on things. Get him up to speed.”
Auston made his way to the chair that sat in the corner of the room, watching as Willy made his way over to you while already starting on his belt. Your breath hitching in your throat as you glanced from Willy to Auston, just waiting for the moment they both would burst out laughing telling you this was a prank. But as William did away with his pants and boxers, leaving him fully exposed to you, it was clear this situation was very real, and you were indeed going to fulfill this fantasy of yours.
“Go ahead baby, it’s okay.”
Looking at Auston, he was already palming himself over his briefs as he was impatiently waiting to watch you. Normally he’d never be okay with such an idea, but hearing that you’d thought about this, even if it was just once, he found himself desperate to experience the idea. Not that he was excited to watch you pleasure his teammate, but the idea of watching while you and William had to follow his rules turned him on more than anything.
You glanced up at William with innocent eyes, slowly moving from the edge of the bed you fell to your knees as your hands slowly trailed up his thighs. Noticing how he slightly flinched at your touch, his breath sharp as you finally wrapped a hand around his cock. Bringing it to your mouth as you began to bob your head up and down his length, feeling as he grew hard against your tongue.
“Fuck, she’s fucking amazing.”
William threw his head back as he brought a hand up to your hair, gripping it as he helped to guide you.
“Hey! What did I say? No touching her.”
William quickly dropped his hand, both of them resting on the comforter as they gripped it tight, desperately needing something to hold as he was overwhelmed by how good your lips felt wrapped around his cock.
“Sorry Auston, she’s just fu-holy shit! She’s really fucking good at this.”
“I know she is, but we talked about this. You don’t touch her, or else this is over.”
William nodded as he let out a few soft moans, his lustful eyes watching you as you slowly took all of him into your mouth, gagging slightly as more expletives fell from his lips.
“Is he up to speed baby?”
Auston stood up from his place, discarding his briefs as he was rock hard from watching you. His hand slowly stroked his cock as he made his way over to you, helping you from your spot at the foot of the bed as you wiped the corners of your mouth.
You felt William’s eyes scanning you from your head down to your eyes, undressing you was more the vibe as Auston began working on the buttons of the dress shirt. Sliding it off your shoulders as he wanted William to see how good you looked in your bra and panties.
“Isn’t she sexy?”
William nodded as he bit his lip, so badly wishing he could have his hands on you. Watching as Auston stood behind you; one arm reaching around to pull your lips to his for a kiss, the other wrapping around your waist and slipped past the fabric of your lace thong.
A gasp left your lips as his fingers slid past your clit, dipping into your heat while he groaned at how wet you were for them already.
“Mmm, she’s so wet for us. Her panties are soaked.”
William’s hand gave his cock some much needed attention since it was aching now without your lips wrapped around it. The sight only turned you on more as Auston made sure you were watching him.
“What do you say baby? Do you want us to fuck you?”
Auston’s fingers picked up speed, earning soft whimpers from you as you were melting for him with every pump of his fingers inside you.
All you could muster were soft whimpers, Auston chuckling at how worked up the situation had you.
“Use your words baby girl, tell us what you want.”
“I-I, I want you to fuck me. Both of you. Please.”
With that Auston pulled his fingers from you, making quick work of your bra as he gave William a nod to discard of your panties. William then taking his place back on the bed, waiting impatiently for Auston to instruct of the next moves. It only turned you on more, knowing Auston was in control and William was having to listen. You could feel your blood rushing through you as you waited to finally have them, the excitement of not knowing how or who first had you even wetter than before.
“Let’s let Willy have some fun first huh?”
Auston helped you onto the bed, positioning you face down ass up as he stood in front of you. His cock begging for your lips to wrap around it, but you waited until he gave you instruction. Realizing this was Auston’s show and you and William were merely participants.
“Hands on her hips and ass, that’s it.”
William nodded as he slowly stroked himself as he positioned himself behind you. You felt your pussy throbbing knowing how close he was, knowing that you’d finally get to see if the rumors around William being a solid ten in bed were true.
“Fuck, she’s so wet.”
William groaned as he teased your slit with his cock, earning soft moans from you. You couldn’t help but instinctually try and push back against him to get him to slip inside, but he knew to wait. Sitting back as Auston grabbed your chin, pulling your eyes to meet his.
“Go ahead, tell him what you want.”
Looking over your shoulder your eyes met Williams before scanning his entire body. Taking in his built frame and amazing legs as he stood stroking himself, eager for your permission.
“Please William, I need you.”
His eyes flashed to Auston for approval before one hand fell to your hip while the other slowly teased his cock up and down your slit. Both of you moaning out as the feeling was already better than you could’ve imagined, the sexual tension exploding like fireworks as he finally dipped inside.
“Oh my god, fu-“
You couldn’t even finish the thought as you gripped the sheets, the feeling of William’s cock stretching you was a whole new experience than what you’d grown used to with Auston. It was different, and a whole new feeling that you couldn’t believe you were getting to experience.
“Does he feel good baby?”
Auston brushed your hair from your face as you bit your lip, nodding as you could barely form words while William slowly found a rhythm behind you.
“Well don’t leave me out honey, use that pretty mouth of yours for me.”
His words sent chills down your spine, as if there weren’t already enough there with how amazing William was making you feel. His soft grunts and expletives that were spoken under his breath had your pussy dripping for me.
Letting your grip go on the bed sheets, you took Auston’s cock in your hand, slowly stroking him as you gladly took him in your mouth.
A low groan erupted from him as his hand fell to your hair, holding a tight grip as he forced you down on his length.
“Fuck baby, you’re so hot. Let me hear how good he’s making you feel baby don’t be shy.”
With that William bucked his hips a bit hard, a slight laugh leaving his lips as he heard you moan in approval.
“Mmm it feels so good Aus, I’m so wet for him. For both of you. I love it.”
“Yeah? You think you can make us both cum for you baby?”
You hummed a confirming response as you took Auston’s length back into your mouth. The stroke of your hand matching the bobbing of your head as you tried your best to not lose focus while William’s thrusts were growing a bit sporadic, letting you know he was close.
Auston loved how confident you were, loving even more the idea of both men cumming just for you. And he wanted you to make it happen, but there was no way he was ending the night with only getting his dick sucked.
“Come here.”
He pulled you from his cock, pressing a harsh and sloppy kiss to your lips while William groaned at the loss of your pussy clenching his cock.
Auston took your face in his hands as a cocky grin slowly appeared on his lips.
“I want you to make him cum. And you don’t stop until we’ve both finished okay?”
You nodded your head with a slight bite of your lip, though you were confident in your ability, William was slightly bigger and thicker than Auston.
Flipping your position around, Auston was now the one with hands on your ass as he wasted no time thrusting into you. A loud moan escaping your lips as William traced his thumb over your jaw before bringing his cock to your mouth.
“Open up pretty girl.”
His smirk was just as bad as Auston’s and you could feel your pussy clench around Auston’s cock at the sight. The way he held your gaze as he watched you slowly bring your lips around him, a string of expletives leaving his mouth as you began to slowly stroke him as you bobbed your head. His hand falling to your hair as he couldn’t be bothered to abide by Auston’s rules, needing to keep your pace as he could feel himself coming apart.
“Such a good girl baby, gonna make us both cum. Fuck!”
William’s grip in your hair was growing tighter as you could see his thighs flexing as he was fighting back the urge to cum, trying to hold out as long as he could. Your strokes of his cock matching perfectly with the motion of your head as you tried your best not to slow down while Auston’s thrusts were hard and fast behind you.
You couldn’t help but giggle at William’s reaction, but you did as he asked. Continuing with that same motion as his breath began to become hitched, and he couldn’t control the moans that were leaving his lips as his head fell back.
“God you’re so fucking sexy baby. You ready for us to cum?”
Auston’s fingers were digging into your hips so tight you were sure he broke skin as he gave you three final strokes, a low groan escaping him as he came.
“Fuck, oh my-holy shit yes. Oh fuck.”
William followed suit as he came, his hand holding tight to your head as you felt his seed fill your mouth. Your strokes on his cock slowed as you swallowed every drop, eventually pulling your mouth from him as he tried to catch his breath.
Auston had already gone to grab a towel to clean you up, laughing at the sight of his teammate weak in the knees upon his return.
“You good Willy?”
William smirked and gave a thumbs up as the three of you laughed. Your mind still trying to comprehend what just took place, as all of this started from a simple game of marry, fuck, kiss.
Auston tossed you an oversized t-shirt as you tried to come to your senses, William finding his own clothes while Auston threw on some briefs.
“So, that was, fun?”
William awkwardly interrupted the silence, not sure what to say as he now had to do the walk of shame in his suit he’d worn to the game.
“Fun is definitely a good word.”
You chuckled out a response as you sat on the bed while Auston rolled his eyes helping to make sure William had all his things.
“You know, I’d totally be down if you guys ever wanted to-“
“William, no way. This was a one and done so my girlfriend will shut up about how bad she wants to fuck you. See you at practice tomorrow.”
He simply nodded his head, bidding you both farewell as he knew the way out.
Auston just laughed as he climbed into bed with you, pulling you into his chest with a kiss on your head.
“Thank you, I, I honestly never expected you to be okay with something like that.”
“Hey, there’s always a first for everything. And now that we’ve done that, let’s not do it again. I like you much better all to myself.”
You nodded as you pressed a kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around him as you got comfortable.
“Okay but hypothetically, if I also was thinking the same thing about let’s say like Matthew Knies? Would that be a possibility or?”
“Babe, shut up. You know he has a girlfriend. And I’m never sharing you with another man ever again. But nice try. You’re stuck with me and only me.”
So hi. I write too much shit so uh. Here is some hockey stories that I’ve written and am going to write. Some have names, some are like (y/n) type of thing, some smut because I need jesus. It’s a mess but here is a masterlist I guess.
A/N: Hi everyone here is a happy playoff win smut for Auston. I know things aren’t looking so hot for the leafs right now so figured I better post it now before shit gets too depressing. Enjoy!
"Baby I'm so proud of you!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him as my husband Auston came walking over to me. "I'm so happy for you."
"Thank you babe." He said hugging me back.
He didn't seem all that excited and I was confused until he held my face and gave me a kiss that said it all. He was happy and excited he just didn't want to show everyone.
"Do you have team stuff you have to do?"
"Nope. I already did the mandatory stuff. Some of the guys are going to a bar."
"Do you want to go?" I asked, anticipation building.
"No." He said giving me another intense kiss.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
"Let's go back to the hotel?"
"I'm in." I said taking his hand and leading the way out.
Auston got an Uber and the ride there could not end quick enough. The tension was insane and it took everything in me to not rip his clothes off in that car. I could tell he felt the same by the way his fingers were playing with and under the hem of my shorts. The scorching looks didn't help either as I could feel wetness starting to pool in my underwear as the ride continued through the traffic of Tampa.
Once we got to the hotel Auston got us out of the car and rushed, pushing me lightly towards the door. Not that he needed to. I was moving pretty quickly, desperation fueling my movements. He took my hand and led the way to the elevator. We had to be appropriate in the elevator though because someone else got in with us. They didn't bother us or anything but besides a kiss on the head and a squeeze of my hand we couldn't do anything which was agonizing as dramatic as that sounds.
We walked briskly through the hotel hallways on our way to the room. We got there and he fumbled with the door for a second before he finally got it open and pulled me inside. Once we were inside he pushed me up against the wall and his tongue was in my mouth in a heated kiss.
"Did you see my goal?" He asked as he broke away to take my shirt off.
"I did Aus, it was such a good goal." I kissed him again but he broke away again.
"We won."
"You did. I'm so proud of you and the way you played. My man was incredible out there." I said lowering to my knees in front of him, fumbling with his pants before successfully getting them down his thighs. "I've never seen you so focused and ready to win."
I took him in my hand and rubbed him a few times as he groaned. I put the tip on my tongue and swirled it around before taking as much of him as I could.
"Make you horny seeing me win like that?" He whispered, holding my chin to look up at him.
"Mhmm." I whined around him, sending vibrations down his dick.
"You're making me feel so good baby. As much as I love seeing you with your mouth full I want to stuff a different hole right now so how about you get those clothes off and we'll take it to the bed?"
"Okay." I said nodding and taking off my shorts as we both went over to the bed.
"Lay down my pretty baby." He murmured, giving me another deep, searing kiss. "I wanna celebrate with you."
"Me too Aus, I want you so bad."
"How bad?" He teased with a grin climbing up the bed on top of me.
"Desperate for you to be in me right now. Feel." He rubbed his tip through my lips and groaned. "All that from you tonight."
"You're so wet babe, all for me?"
"All for you." I pulled his down to kiss him.
It didn't take long for the kisses to get more desperate. He put just the tip in as we kisses and I moaned trying to get more of him in me but he stopped me pulling out completely. He started kissing down my neck and left marks on my chest.
"Auston please."
"Can I go raw? I really want to feel you tonight."
"What about babies?"
"I wouldn't be mad watching you swell up with my kid. In fact I think I'd like it."
"Okay."
"Okay? You're sure?"
"Of course. I love you and want you so bad. Creampie me Aus."
"I will baby don't you worry. I'll give you exactly what you want. Take care of you."
"Please baby, I need it. Wanna make you feel good for playing so well."
"Thank you pretty baby." He leaned forward to capture my lips again and he slid his hard dick into me as I moaned into the kiss. "Such a good girl."
He started at a slow pace that gained momentum as we went. Soon his thrusts were hard and all you could hear was slapping skin along with our moans and groans. He kept up with that pace and I was a mess. He felt so good and I loved having him like this, really letting loose. Would I have bruises in the morning, sure. But it felt too good right now to even think of asking him to stop.
"Good God, look at you. You're doing such a good job baby. Feel so good. I'm not gonna last."
"Cum for me Auston. Cum in me please. Want it."
His hips thrust harder into me as he chased his high. The rhythm started to falter and I knew that meant he was closer. He held me tight and groaned roughly in my ear as he bit my neck to try and keep quieter as he spilled inside me.
"You feel so good."
"I love you."
"Love you too baby, thank you." He gave me a soft kiss as he pulled out of me. "I really want to go again."
"Already?" I asked laughing.
"You do things to me babe."
"We'll go as many rounds as you want my love. We're celebrating you tonight."
A/N: Hi everyone, sorry I’ve been missing for so long. Shit’s been crazy but here is a Mitch story to hopefully start the beginning of me posting more again.
Alexis dragged me to the party. Well I shouldn't say dragged, I knew a lot of the other players that were there and it was nice to see them. Finding out he was my cousin had it's perks. However I knew when I came that there were people I wasn't fond of and that he would disappear pretty quickly, leaving me tipsy and alone.
And that's what I was, tipsy and alone. It wasn't the end of the world I just didn't know who to spend time with. I saw Auston refilling his drink alone so I decided he was who I'd hang out with for a while.
"Hey Aus, congrats on winning that award!"
"HI! Thanks (y/n). I didn't know you were coming tonight."
"Yeah Alexis convinced me it could be fun."
"And is it fun?"
"I suppose it's pretty fun." I said in an exaggerated nonchalant tone, making him laugh.
"Does Mitch know you're here yet?" He teased.
"No I don't think so. He hasn't bugged me yet so I'd say no. There's lots of people around. He's not gonna spot me in the crowd."
"You wanna bet?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm positive he'd find you in less than 10 minutes."
"And why do you think that?"
"Because I don't know if you've noticed but our dear Mitchy is quite smitten with you."
"Ew don't say it like that." I said, making him laugh.
"Well it's true!"
"He's not smitten Auston, he's horny. There's a difference."
"There is a difference, yes, but apparently you can't tell the difference."
"How do you know?"
"He talks about you all the time!"
"Oh shut up no he doesn't."
"He does."
"I've only spoken to him like 4 times. 2 very briefly because the second time I met him he was drunk and told me I was hot and would be fun to try out. I'm not interested in being 'tried out' Auston. Those days are far behind me."
"Well I promise you he doesn't just want to bang you. He asks everyone about you and wonders out loud."
"Auston come off it. You expect me to believe that? Besides he's dating that girl, it's absolutely not fair to her."
"Oh Mitch broke up with Stephanie aaaages ago. He didn't think it was fair to her either."
"Ah I see." I said trying to seem like I didn't care about that information.
"I still bet that if I told him you were here he'd find you in under 10 minutes."
"You're on Matthews."
"Okay, you go wander around, when you're confident in your place text me. It's gotta be in a party room though, you can't go hide in my guest room or something."
"Fine. We'll see how this goes I guess."
"Prepare yourself for an overly excited slightly drunk Mitch."
"How's that any different than usual?"
"He's drunk this time." He said laughing as he turned to go into the crowd. "Let me know when you're good."
He left and I started wandering around. I tried hard to find a good spot but eventually gave up and made myself another drink after texting Auston to let out the bloodhound. I looked at the time and made a mental note to check again when he found me. I moved from the drink area back to the living room and waited. After a couple minutes I felt arms jump and wrap around me.
"(Y/n)! I didn't know you were here, where have you been hiding?"
"Hi Mitch." I said, patting his arm then getting out of his arms ignoring his pout. "I haven't been here all that long, I ran into Auston and was talking to him for a bit."
"Yeah he's the one who told me you were here! I had to come say hi, see how you were. It's been a long time since last time I saw you and got to talk."
"I'm good! How are you?"
"Been kinda down honestly." He said with a shrug as he casually took a sip of beer. Curiosity got the better of me.
"I'm sorry to hear that Mitch, you okay?"
"Yeah of course, I mean I did break up with my girlfriend and my team did get beat in the first round again but it's fine, I've been managing. What about you though what have you been up to? We haven't seen you around much."
"I had finals and stuff. That kinda had to take a front seat for a while. My social life just had to wait. I've got an internship which is exciting! It's at the aquarium and I'm really excited to be working with the team look after the animals. I get to prepare food, feed them, clean, transport…it's been so much fun." I looked up and saw him listening intently with a smile and I panicked, looking away back at my drink. "Sorry I'm rambling, you don't care about all that."
"What do you mean?" He asked in confusion.
"I'm just blabbering about nothing important, people don't care about it I'm just over excited."
"(Y/n) what are you talking about? Of course I care. I could listen to you talk about stuff like that for hours." He said giving me a small smile. "So the aquarium huh? That means you'll be right downtown right?"
"Yeah I've got a place probably 10 minutes away walking. It's really nice, I love it."
"That's great! Maybe we'll see you around!"
"Maybe! Although I'm sure you guys are way too busy to entertain me."
"Don't be silly! Never too busy." He winked and I had to look down to keep him from seeing the blush on my face. "I'm out of beer so I'm gonna get another one, you want anything?"
"No I'm still good, no worries." I smiled as he left before walking around trying to lose him.
"Well look who it is! How's it going?" Auston said with a huge shiteating grin. "Did Mitchy find ya?"
"Oh fuck off you know he did." I mumbled.
"We should've put money on it."
"I wasn't willing to lose money."
"So you knew he'd find you?"
"Not 100% but I was pretty sure he would."
"Does he know why you're here?"
"At the party?"
"Don't act dumb, you know what I meant. Can we all hangout again or what?"
"He knows I'm here semi-permanently. I told him about the internship."
"Finally."
"It's been less than a month, Auston."
"And it's been killing me trying to keep it from him. He's like a fucky puppy (y/n/n), you get near a door he's coming too and is so dejected when you say no especially without giving a good reason."
"Well I'm sorry but he knows now. You don't have to do that anymore."
"You guys have kept this a secret from me for a month?" Mitch asked from behind me.
"Fuck." I muttered.
"Why?" He asked looking between the two of us, but mostly at Auston.
"Mitch I just wanted to get settled in, that's all." I said quickly.
"Well that's obviously a fucking lie." He snorted.
"It's not. I did want to get settled in before you knew I was here."
"What why? I'm that annoying and overbearing that you couldn't get settled in and chill if I knew?"
"Mitch I-"
"Don't even worry about it. Point made." He said turning to leave.
"Mitch come on." I tried but he just kept going to the kitchen, giving me the finger as he went. "What the fuck was that for?"
"He's really upset."
"I know that Auston but why? We've barely ever spoken!"
"He really likes you (Y/n)."
"I don't want to believe that." I mumbled.
"Why not? Why can't you just accept that he likes you and all of this is hurting him?"
"Because Auston, I don't want to hurt him. But if I start to believe that then I'm gonna start to get hope and then I'm going to be hurt."
"You're such a fucking idiot. Like I love you don't get me wrong, but goddamn. You're lying to yourself and hurting Mitch because you refuse to admit he might like you?"
"See it sounds rational until you say it. Maybe it's your tone?"
"You know damn well that this isn't rational."
"Neither is Mitch liking me! It doesn't make any sense! Why? What? I just don't get it."
"It doesn't need to make sense to you. Go talk to him! You're hurting two of my favourite people for no reason."
"What if he doesn't listen right now?"
"Then you deserve to wait until he's ready."
"That's fair. I'm going to try and find him."
"Just try to fix it. He's drunk but you are one person I fully believe he'd listen to right now. You can go up to your guest room to talk if need be."
"I'll see you later!" I called as I turned to find Mitch.
It took a while, I think he was purposely avoiding me. I went through all the party space twice and didn't see him. I thought about going upstairs to look but just as I got to the stairs I saw him in the kitchen he saw me and started trying to escape but he was behind the island so he was kind of trapped.
"Mitch come on, let me explain."
"I think you've really said enough."
"Please? I really haven't." I tried to go around and he tried to escape but i caught him by the arm. He shook me off. "Mitchy please stop running from me and let me explain."
"I don't want an explanation."
"Please just listen because it's not what you think at all."
"No! Why would I give you the chance to just make yourself feel better?" He asked looking angry.
"Mitch it's not just to make me feel better."
"Yes it is. You've made your point, I'm a fucking burden to you, I've been bothering you every time I come up to you these last few months."
"That's not true, I want to talk to you, I want you to approach me."
"No you don't!"
"Yes I really do!"
"Lying isn't helpful (y/n)."
"God, I'm not lying right now!" I said getting angry. "I wanted to finally be honest with you and explain why things have been the way they are but Auston was wrong, you aren't going to listen and don't give a shit about what I have to say just like I fucking told him you wouldn't."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You don't give a shit what I have to say. Like you said last time you drank with me around, you literally just want to fuck and that's it. I told him that too and he told me I was wrong but obviously that's not true because you don't give a single fuck." I tried to leave but he grabbed my arm.
"Give me a chance!" He exclaimed loudly making everyone close by stare at us.
"Mitch shut up." I said as quiet as I could to still be heard above the noise.
"No (y/n)! Give me a chance!"
"Fucking come here." I grabbed him and dragged him to Auston's guest room. I slammed and locked the door. "What is your fucking problem tonight?"
"What do you mean?"
"What the hell was that out there?" I exclaimed gesturing to the party on the other side of my door. "I get upset that the situation is exactly what I thought it was and you start yelling and making everyone stare at us!"
"The situation is not what you think it is. Like literally at all." He scoffed and laid down on the bed I always sleep in when I stay over.
"That's my side of the bed." I said stupidly.
"Sorry."
"No you're not."
"Not really." He said with a lazy grin that had me smiling at him.
"Can I sit?"
"Of course." He didn't move out of my spot so I just sat at the edge facing him, our knees were touching because he kept his feet off the bed when he laid down. He sat up a bit straighter but he kept our legs touching.
"Can I please try to explain? I completely understand if you don't want to and I deserve to wait until you're ready so please don't feel like you have to hear me out right now. Or ever really I guess if you don't want to." I said shrugging.
"I guess you can. I'm fucking mad though, let that be known."
"That's completely fair."
"Like a month? Seriously? You kept it from me for an entire month?"
"Well to be honest it's only been about 3 weeks but yes."
"Why? What on earth made you think that was the right move?"
"I meant what I said when I told you I wanted time to settle in, but not at all because you're a burden or annoying. Nothing like that, ever." I had put my hand on his leg to try and let my words really sink in. Or at least that's what I told myself.
"Why couldn't you have done that with me knowing you were living close by?" He crossed his arms as I got up. "What are you doing?"
"I can't look at you while I say this right now." I looked at the ground and he just stayed quiet so I continued. "I couldn't have you know I was there because of me, not you. If you had known I was that close I would have wanted you around every day. If you'd asked to hangout or something I would've said yes and I wouldn't have ever fully gotten everything done."
"I can still give people space, you know?" He asked getting up and standing in front of me.
"But that's just it, I don't want you to do that. I don't want space."
"This is a big change from the beginning of the night. How can I believe that this isn't a lie so I'm not mad."
"Mitchy I've been lying to myself the entire time I've known you. I lied to myself because of Steph, I lied to myself because of Auston, I lied to myself over what you said last time you were drunk. I'm not interested in being 'tried out' as you put it and I've been telling myself for a year that you don't actually like me and you just want to fuck so that I don't like you but I fucking like you dude. I always have and it's scary."
"Why's it scary?"
"I haven't felt like this in a long time and it's scary. You're incredible and I'm so fucking ordinary. Plus what you said before. I can't like someone that just wants to try me out."
"(Y/n) you absolutely sweetheart, you're so not fucking ordinary. I don't want that, I never wanted that. I literally broke up with my girlfriend for you."
"Wait that was for me? You didn't even know I was here."
"Of course it was for you. You're so special. It didn't matter where you were I couldn't stop thinking about you and it wasn't fair to anyone. I was ready to try and make a long distance thing happen."
"Auston told me that you guys broke up and it was mutual. I'm sorry I caused that pain in your life."
"Don't be sorry." He said reaching out to cup my cheek and get me to look at him. "I'm not sorry. I couldn't stay with her, it wasn't fair."
"But you're not doing good, you said."
"Not about that. I said it with the things I was sad about as a way to casually drop the information that I was single now and had been for a little bit. I'm bummed out about the playoffs. And I'm still bummed out you didn't tell me you were here." He walked back from me and sat down on the bed again, laying back in the middle of it.
"I'm sorry. I wanted to reach out to you so many times to see if you were okay but I didn't think it was my place. I meant what I said before though, I never would've finished dick all if I knew you were willing to hangout with me a lot."
"Come here." He said softly holding his arms open for me.
"What?"
"Come here. Stop denying me what I'm sure will be one of life's greatest pleasures." He said with a grin.
I rolled my eyes before slipping off my shoes and my flannel shirt leaving me in a t-shirt and shorts. I crawled into the bed trying to get situated on the other side of him but he pulled me down right on top of him. He took a deep breath and kissed my forehead. We stayed laying there in silence for a while and it was comfortable.
"Why have you been denying this?" Mitch asked.
"Mostly because of Steph. It just wasn't fair and I saw how it hurt her having your attention on me. I felt so guilty."
"Well there's nothing to feel guilty about. Let me be around. Let me prove that this is for real and that I really want to be everything you need." He said softly, moving a piece of hair from my eyes.
"Okay." I said, boldly shifting up to give him a kiss before teasing him "I suppose I could give you a chance."
Summary: Scenes from a hazy summer night. Or, getting high with Auston.
Warnings: Smut. Smut. Tiny bit of fluff at the end. Drug use. Language.
Author's Note: This could take place in the same universe as "still ain't got no rest" - I'd imagine it taking place in like... July.
This was harder for me to put together, mostly because i started with the smut and had to work backwards to make it not just pure porn lol
Thanks for all your comments about the first Auston fic I wrote, it motivates me like crazy xo
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You love the long summer nights, when it’s the offseason, when responsibilities ebb away, and where you can spend the hours getting high with Auston outdoors round a fire pit.
Everything is warm around the edges, everything seems a little bit funnier. Mitch is telling a story about something you can't fully follow - but you laugh nonetheless.
As another joint passes around the group, you lean against Auston's side a bit more, craving the feeling of him, chasing the feeling. He looks down at you, eyes dark, pupils blown, reflecting the flames - you get lost for a minute or five.
You're feeling everything just a little bit more.... intensely right now. But also feeling everything less like individual sensations than one long drawn out wave of feeling.
After a little bit, the feeling settles down to between your legs, making you clench your thighs together where you sit beside him, a blanket thrown over your legs to ward off the chill of the night.
Auston notices.
The blanket makes it easy for him to slide a hand between your legs and press down making you almost gasp with the pressure.
He taps his hand down a few times, watching you squirm out if the corner of his eye
You dislodge him, and jump up to drag him inside
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You can barely make it back the the room you are sharing in this chalet in Muskoka before Auston has you backed up against the wall and you feel him all around you.
There's nothing you can think of in that moment other than his lips on yours, so you stretch up to close the gap, but he pulls back.
"Tell me what you want," he says, low and teasing.
You whimper a bit, he knows exactly what his voice does to you.
“Fuck Auston, I just need you, I can’t-“
He laughs.
He takes one of his huge hands and tilts your chin up, angling your head just the way he wants, and finally his mouth is on yours.
You know you moan into the kiss, but you don't care what you sound like right now. You just want more of Auston.
It's a lazy kiss, but there's definitely a heat to it too. You tangle your hands in his too-long hair, just trying to feel every part of him.
It's not enough.
“Bed" you break away to gasp.
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The two of you got naked in record time - this isn't the first time you've gotten high together, and it always hits you both like this - the ceaseless need for each other.
Auston settles himself back on the bed as you crawl between his legs. God you love how big his thighs are, and part of you just wants to grind your core against one until you cum just like that but right now your one track mind has one goal and it's the very erect cock in front of you.
You lean down and lick a stripe up the side before wrapping your lips around the head. He lets out a low groan and when you look up his eyes have fluttered closed and he just looks wrecked. He tangles one of his hands in your long hair and you groan around him.
You love Auston's dick, love having him at your mercy like this, but you also want so much more and you are aching with the need to have him inside you. You're about to pull off of him when he pulls your head back for you.
"Love your mouth babe," he says, voice extra low and raspy, "but I need to be inside you"
His eyes watch you, pupils so blown in the dim light that they look black as the night outside.
You just climb up and sink yourself down onto him - you're not about to make him beg. Not this time anyway.
You feel the stretch and it just feels so intense and full and just so much but it's all you've wanted since you took your first hit of the joint. Feeling Auston inside you, feeling him thrust up to meet you as you grind down against him, feeling the friction of your breasts on his chest as he holds you close against him. Feeling his mouth against the side of your neck, teasing and then biting and then pressing little open mouths kisses.
God you love how you fit together.
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You're on your hands and knees, ass up in the air, and his cock is working in and out of your dripping pussy while he slides his thumb across your other hole. He spits on your ass and rubs his thumb through it and dips it into your ass as you scream out.
He tugs at your rim and works his thumb into you. It feels so good and you just want more moremoremore and he just laughs and snaps his hips a bit harder and swaps his thumb for a lubed up finger instead.
You can't even register the sound you're making in the moment, every part of you alive with sensation. Your nipples dragging across the sheets, your right hand busy rubbing your clit.
“Fuckfuckfuck I'm gonna cuuuum”
“Cum for me, baby”
He fucks into you relentlessly, working his finger into your ass and you just shatter apart, screaming his name and just getting pushed through waves of pleasure that keep coming as he just keeps going.
Shit baby, he groans out, folding forward over you to hold you close as he pulses inside you. You feel everything so much and you just need to be in this moment, so full of him, so full.
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Things are still hazy once you've cleaned up a bit and you're both curled up in bed away from the one awkward wet spot.
As always, Auston is on his side, his limbs wrapped around you. (It's either you or a pillow so you'd rather it be you.)
You love how things feel when you're high but you really love how your skin seems to buzz extra wherever the two of you are touching. You feel him relaxing around you, and you just ride the feeling.
“Hey Aus,” you say.
“Hmm?”
“Love you.”
He stills. Then his fingers lightly stroke your arm where they're resting. The skin turns to goosebumps.
This list is currently CLOSED. Thanks for the requests, they'll be out soon!
Hey I've been in somewhat of a rut for writing, in an attempt to get my wheels turning I am doing another prompt list/ blurb weekend. I will be accepting prompts from the following list today and will be writing/ releasing them over the next little bit.
+ pick a player or two for each prompts
+ pick one or two prompts, if you pick more than two for each request I more than likely will only write two of them
“It’s 1AM. Go to sleep!”
“Who buys 25 packs of balloons?!”
“Could you please make an effort with them?” “I don’t care about them, I only care about is you.”
“Rules are meant to be broken.” Actually, that’s not-“ “Come on!!”
“If you don’t stop now I’m calling your mom!”
“Calm down, I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“I’ve never wanted anything so much in my entire life.”
“I thought I could trust you.”
“What’s the password?”
“How long are you planning on staying?”
“It’s okay to cry, you know.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s like I can’t stop crying.”
“I can’t quite believe you’re standing here in front of me.”
“It’s awfully dull around here without you.”
“You really don’t see it, do you?”
“Doesn’t take an idiot to figure it out.”
“I wanted to kiss you.”
“Of course I stayed”
Wow…you…you look stunning.”
“It's okay, I promise you, I will be here when you wake up."
“Sometimes, i guess i kinda wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
“I feel safe in your arms, I always have”
“I could get used to this”
“I can’t wait to wake up and see you in the morning”
“I like the way your hand fits in mine”
“Stop distracting me”
“Were you touching yourself?”
“I’m at work.” “all the more reason”
“I thought you said he was gone for the night”
“I would have stayed if you asked”
“You know I’d do anything for you”
“I feel so fucking stupid”
“Please don’t go”
“We just don’t really talk anymore”
“You’re nothing more than a memory”
“This isn’t what I wanted”
“I’m not drunk enough for this”
“Take off your shirt”
“I told you not fall in love with me”
“We’ll figure this out.”
“Do you still love me?”
“I’m worried about you.”
“Maybe you should just leave.”
“Maybe this is all it will be”
“How long?”
“What are we doing here?”
“We we’re on a break”
“It’s snowing!”
“It’s going to get hard.”
“They are so cute when asleep.”
“Can you come over?”
“I knew you’d miss me.”
“Are you…are you jealous?”
“It’s not you it’s me.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“You expect me to just forgive this?”
“Drunk saying are sober thoughts.”
“If we stay still they might not see us.”
“Just forget it.”
“Why are you lying?”
“Lie to me then.”
“I can’t keep pretending strangers are you.”
“I don’t share.”
“I still remember the way you taste.”
“We’re not friends.”
“You’re so oblivious.”
“You’re going out, dressed like that?”
“Please don’t go.”
“One last time.”
“Shouldn’t you be with them?”
“This isn’t goodbye.”
“Dance with me.”
“Even after everything you don’t believe me.”
“I could never forget you.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“I lost our baby.”
“That’s wifey level shit.”
“They’re monsters.”
“I just need you to smile.”
“I had a bad dream.”
“Want to just run away from all this?”
“Are you done?”
“Aren’t they beautiful?”
“Take your clothes off.”
“You know what that face does to me.”
“I don’t love you anymore.”
I never meant to hurt you.”
“This is new.”
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