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Jan 29

My First Ever Hockey Game — J. Hughes

Warning: This contains 18+ material. If anyone under 18 is seen interacting with this fic, they will be blocked

Contains: smuttiness. Small talks of Heated Rivalry. Jack Hughes (yes, that is a warning). Jack being a flirty little shit. Luke being an annoying little brother.

Very light bondage (he grabs her wrists). A smutty snap embedded. A tiny bit rough (it kinda sucks). Rutting against ass (clothed and unclothed). Doggy. Lots of dirty talk.

Please tell me if I missed anything

Requested: no

Word count: 5, 129

“Come on, come on, come on!” Addie exclaims excitedly, tugging at my hand at she tries to make me walk faster. I just laugh lightly, shaking my head at her antics.

“Addison Lee, I can guarantee you that you will *not* be missing a whole lot. This is not gonna be like your Heated Rivalry. The players won’t be fucking on the ice!” I laugh lightly.

“You don’t know that!” She defends.

“Addison!” I screech, my eyes going wide. Addie just cackles loudly, throwing her head back and tugging me along even faster.

Without any hesitation, Addie pulls me down the hallway towards the seats. The long lights overhead are shining down on everyone. There are merch stands and food stands all along the hall, families talking excited, but Addie just walks right past everything. Her eyes are drifting from opening to opening, trying to find the one that will take us down to our seats. Finally, she seems to find the right tunnel and nearly drags me down it, almost *running* straight to the rink side seats that she has been raving about for months.

See, Addie has been my best friend since high school. She’s funny and straightforward and genuinely so sweet and friendly…she just also happens to be an absolutely *massive* slut. She absolutely devours romance novels. She’s constantly watching tv shows that show a *little* too much skin sometimes. Any conversation with her can switch on a dime from sweet and completely innocent to raunchy. So, as soon as I started hearing about this new showed Heated Rivalry, I *knew* Addie was gonna watch it…and I was right. And now it’s all she’s been talking about since the season ended, even before it ended, if I’m totally honest. I’ve heard *way* too much about Shane and Ilya, but I’m also not complaining!

So, when Addie randomly got in contact with me and told me that she had gotten rink side tickets for a Devils/Jets game, I was both shocked and not. We sat down and had a conversation about how hockey might not live up to what she was expecting, but she said she was still interested anyway. So, when she offered me the second ticket, how could I say ‘no’? Besides, how often do you get to have rink side tickets to a hockey game with your best friend?

Sighing softly, I check the seat numbers and we both sit down. All around us, families and friends are buzzing. Laughter and talking is bouncing all around the large stadium. Dark blues and fiery reds pop out from every place I look. Addie and I decided to go with generic colors that fit with the Devils’ color scheme, since we didn’t have any merchandise or jerseys for the actual team. There’s movement from all around us as people slowly get to their seats, joining us in our’s. Next to me, Addie is practically vibrating as the players start their warm ups on the ice.

Shaking my head at her, I feel my lips tug up in a small smile. Addie might be horny, but you can’t say she’s not dedicated. Finally settling my eyes on the ice, I look over all the players. Some of them are down on the ice stretching, others have their sticks in front of them and are practicing shots in preparation for the game. Players zoom past our seats, barely paying any attention to us. I’m just watching the players pass pucks between them, talking animatedly with their teammates during down times, when my eyes suddenly land on…him.

Just across the ice, talking happily with a huge smile on his face, is just about the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. My eyes go wide and I bump Addie lightly on the arm. “Holy fuck, Ads. Look over there,” I mutter quietly, gesturing towards the player on the ice. He’s wearing a New Jersey Devils jersey and kit, a big white number ‘86’ splashed across both arms and even bigger on his back. Right above the big ‘86’ on his back, the large white lettering declares ‘HUGHES’. My mouth is almost hanging open…okay, it’s *definitely* hanging open.

Knitting her eyebrows together, Addie looks over towards where I’m gesturing. “Oh, damn…” she says quietly, trailing off. Her eyes meet mine and she has a completely shocked look on her face before she gets a devilish smirk. “All your’s, cutie pie!” She grins, hitting me lightly on the arm. A dopey smile tugs at my lips as she teases me, her eyes flitting back and forth between me and the player on the ice.

Suddenly, she stops teasing me, her eyes wide again. “Holy fuck, holy fuck. Holy fuck!” She exclaims. I give her a confused look, then turn to look at the player again and my heart stops. He looks directly at us, *directly* at us. His cute smile has turned mischievous and he lightly taps his arm against the player he was talking to before skating over towards us.

Immediately, my heart starts hammering and all I can hear in my head is ‘fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK’ on repeat as he skates towards us. He flashes me a smirk before whipping around, facing the other side of the rink, but he still stays directly in front of us. Using the top of his stick, he raps against the siding (the boards?) in front of us. Addie immediately screams, shaking my shoulders and slams her hand against the glass. I laugh with her, trying to loosen up a bit and join in as she slams her hand against the glass again. Hughes just smiles, rapping his stick against the glass again. I giggle lightly, repeating the pattern back to him. Hughes does a pattern of raps one more time, then whips around again, shoots me a mischievous wink, and skates off to start warming up again. His friend, number 13, is just shaking his head at Hughes’ behavior with us.

As soon as he skates away, Addie turns to me again. “Girl, you’re living the *dream*,” she says breathlessly. I just giggle at her, turning back to the warm ups, but I can’t help but allow my eyes to land on number 86 again and follow him along the ice. He keeps glancing over at us, too, and smirking when he still finds me watching. It’s truly surreal, if I’m honest.

Throughout the whole game, I can’t tear my eyes off of Hughes. He seems to be having a similar, though less evident, problem. Every time he gets near the goal to score or even assists, his eyes find mine and he winks. Every time he’s crushed against the boards, he gets back up and looks over towards us again. When he sees me holding my breath, he shoots me a bright smile and off he skates again. It’s clearly a game for him, and I can’t complain. I’m just as drawn into this game as he is.

Before I even realize it, we’re in the intermission between the second and third period. The Devils are down by 1, and all around us everyone is talking. There’s so much chattering and excitement that I don’t even realize at first what’s going on. I suddenly feel the person on my left lightly bump my shoulder and I look over at him. He nods towards the ice and I find myself face to face with Hughes again. He shoots me a sweet smile and holds up a thick, jet black puck. There’s a little bit of white on top with some writing, but I can’t tell what it says right away. He nods up with his head and I realize what he’s going to do a moment before he does it. Just as I’m realizing what he’s gonna do, Hughes tosses the puck up and over the boards. I gasp softly, standing up to catch it as it soars through the air.

Catching the puck in my hand, I hiss softly and shake my hand. “Damn, these things are hard,” I hiss through my teeth. Addie just giggles at me, leaning over to look at the puck. I flip it over to look at the white on top and immediately the bottom falls out of my stomach. The white on top of the puck is a thick piece of paper. In messy, slightly lopsided handwriting the paper reads ‘give me your snapchat and maybe we can keep this going later’.

Immediately, I stare in shock between Hughes and Addie. “Fuck, Addie, do you have a pen?” I ask frantically, searching in my bags and pockets quickly. Addie shoots her hand into her small bag and pulls out a regular, dark blue ballpoint pen. Quickly, I take it and scribble my snapchat username on the other side of the paper. I look up and Hughes gives me a huge, sweet smile. I smile back and look back and forth along the boards, trying to figure out how to get it to him. Finally, I find a small break in the boards and shove the paper through it. Hughes just throws his head back laughing and pulls the paper through on his side. Then, he shoots me one more wink and skates off to his bench again. I turn to Addie as soon as he’s gone. “Fucking hell,” I mutter quietly. Addie just shakes her head, smiling back at me.

“At least one of us is gonna get dicked down by a hockey player. Hey, maybe he can introduce me to someone,” she teases. I just smack her on the arm in response, my cheeks blazingly hot.

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Staring up at the ceiling of my hotel room, I keep replaying everything that happened tonight in my head. All of it. The game ended with an 3-0 shut out against the Devils and, even though Hughes was still smirking at me and glancing over to me, I could tell he was getting more and more upset. On the nightstand, the hockey puck is sitting innocently, only a small bit of torn white indicating that it even had a paper on it in the first place.

Next to me, my phone buzzes on the bed. I let out a shaky breath and pick up my phone, looking at the notification. My phone’s notification center proudly announces ‘J.Hughesy just added you on snapchat!’. Instantly, my mouth goes dry. I’m talking dryer than the Sahara. “Oh, fuck,” I mumble in disbelief. Then, my phone vibrates again. The notification immediately shows up, ‘snap from J.Hughesy’.

The snap is followed by a chat with an address attached. My heart straight up stops when I realize that it’s the same address as our hotel, just on a much higher level.

[insert username]: that’s our hotel. What’s the elevator code?

J.Hughesy: …damn, no hesitation at all. I respect it. Thanks for the release😂😅 Code’s 573762

Quickly, I hop off the bed and bang on the bathroom door. Addie opens it a second later, poking her head out. “Damn girl, is someone knocking down the door? What’s got you all fired up?!” She asks.

“Uhh, Hughes snapped me. He’s in our hotel and gave me the elevator code and his room number. I’ll probably be back super late,” I tell quickly. Addie just gasps loudly, then squeals.

“Go! Go, go! Go have fun, girly!” She squeals, pushing at my shoulder. I laugh lightly, pulling at the hem of my tshirt. ‘Thank God I wore a cute bra and pantie set under this’, I think to myself.

Turning on my heel, I open up the door and wave to Addie before leaving. Outside our room, the hallway is completely silent. I swallow thickly, trying to alleviate the nervousness that has suddenly appeared. I know that this was 100% my choice and I definitely *want* what Hughes is offering, but I can’t help but feel nervous. What if I’m not as good as he expects? Sighing to myself, I push the thoughts away. I’m just going to do my best. Either way, I can say that I slept with a famous hockey player.

Pressing the button for the elevator, I tap my foot anxiously as it moves from floor to floor. Finally, I hear a small ‘ding!’ and the doors open a moment later. I step into the elevator and immediately press the top floor button on the panel. Then, a small keypad appears on the screen. Quickly, I look back at the message from Hughes and type in the code. The doors shut with a soft ‘whoosh!’ And I can feel the elevator vibrating under my feet as it starts the venture up.

After what feels like both an eternity and only seconds at the exact same time, the elevator dings again and the doors swish open. The top floor looks almost the exact same as mine below. The only difference is that the rooms are very clearly much larger than the ones on lower floors. Taking a deep breath, I check the messages again and look along the hall, searching for the room number that Hughes gave me. When I finally find it, I take another calming breath and give three hard knocks.

Silence follows my knock, then “Jaaack, there’s someone at the…” someone calls from inside. My heartbeat immediately spikes and I’m about to run when the door opens up and another player is standing in front of me. “…door…” he trails off. His eyebrows shoot into his hairline in surprise. We stare at each other in silence for a few seconds. “Um…who are you?” He asks in confusion.

“I…uh, I’m Y/N. I’m…I’m here to see Hughes?” I say shakily. The player laughs lightly, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hughes, huh? Which one?” He teases lightly.

“Oh, shit. I, uh…I assumed that was his first name. My friend kinda dragged me along and it was my first game and I…” I stammer awkwardly. The guy just smiles mischievously at me, shaking his head at my stuttering.

Just as I’m praying for the ground to open up and swallow me, Hughes shows up over the other guy’s shoulder. “Ugh, Christ, Luke. Leave the poor girl alone. And get out. *This* is exactly why I was trying to shove you out the damn door,” he complains, actively shoving at the guy’s shoulder. The new guy, Luke, just laughs even harder. Hughes rolls his eyes over Luke’s shoulder.

“Please ignore him. My brother is just being a dick. He was teasing you, because he would *know* if you were here to see the other Hughes, as it’s *him*,” Hughes glares, smacking Luke’s shoulder again. Luke just laughs even harder, holding up his hands to protect from the ‘attack’. I watch in mild shock as they bother each other, my heartbeat slowly lowering again. Hughes rolls his eyes again, turning back to me. “Sorry. I assumed you would know Hughes is my last name. The name’s Jack,” he smiles brightly. I laugh breathlessly, my eyes flitting between the two brothers.

“It’s, uh, nice to properly meet you, Jack. But, um…I assumed we’d be…” I trail off, praying to God that Jack will get what I’m hinting at without me having to say it in front of his brother.

Immediately, Luke just throws his head back laughing again. “Messing around? Boinking? Frick-Fracking? Fucking?” Luke offers up, smiling devilishly at me. Instantly, I feel the heat spreading across my cheeks and I duck my head to try and hide my blush from the two brothers. A loud ‘smack!’ sounds out as soon as I duck my head.

“Luke, I swear to God, get the *fuck* out before she leaves. If you lose me a lay after that fucking game tonight, I will *actively* murder you,” Jack complains.

“Ow! Okay, okay,” Luke laughs, holding his head where I assume Jack just hit him. “Just keep it down so you don’t wake up the damn floor. Pretty sure Nico would kill you himself,” he laughs. Then, Luke just sidesteps me and comes out into the hall, hurrying off. Jack just groans again, flipping off his brother.

“Luke, fucking Christ! I swear I’m gonna check you so hard tomorrow that you’ll feel it for a week. Get the *fuck* out!” Jack exclaims as Luke runs down the hall, laughing hysterically.

Down the hall, the sound of a door opening and then slamming shut again cuts off the sound of Luke’s laughter. Jack sighs loudly, finally looking down at me again. “I am *so* sorry about that. I was expecting you to be at a different hotel, so I thought I’d have time to get him out,” Jack explains. I giggle lightly, meeting his eyes and smiling.

“It’s alright. Just a…surprise, I guess is the word. But, it’s completely okay,” I reassure him. Jack returns my smile and opens the door a little wider.

“Well, come on in. I promise there’s no one else here,” he chuckles lightly.

Taking his offer, I walk into the room and Jack closes the door behind me. The room itself is *massive*. There’s a huge bed against the wall and a door that I assume leads to an ensuite bathroom. There’s also another door that I can tell leads into a closet, I can just see the corner of some clothes hangers peeking out at this angle. The room is much fancier and larger than I’m used to, but I figure it should be. He *is* a professional athlete, after all.

Turning around, I look at Jack and find him already eyeing me up. “So…you said you’re okay with me taking out a little anger? I’m still really pissed off after that game,” he frowns, crinkling his nose a little bit. Just looking at that cute little nose crinkle, a small smile tips the corner of my mouth.

“Yeah…I’m not against that,” I answer, eyeing him up and down, as well. Jack smirks, opening his arms wide so that I can get a better look.

At this moment, I just take in what is being offered to me. On the ice, I couldn’t properly take in his physique. Not with all those pads in the way, anyway. Now, the pads are gone and I’m able to take in everything. He’s tall. Not overly, but definitely taller than me. Just enough that I’m slightly tipping my head back to look up at him. He’s thin. Well, thin isn’t the word. I guess ‘lean’ would be a better word. His thighs are thick, his arms are strong, his waist is trim and yet not overly thin. All in all, he’s *hot*. And, considering the way he’s looking at me right now, he *knows* it.

Finally looking up into his eyes again, I rest my tongue lightly against my canine tooth. “Give me your worst,” I say. Jack groans softly, then moves fast. Almost before I even realize it, both of my wrists are in one of his hands and he has me pressed up against the door of his room.

“You don’t wanna see my worst, darling, I promise that,” he tells me, his voice dropping darkly as he leans into my ear. I gasp as I feel a nip to my ear, sparks skittering down my spine.

“Jesus fuck,” I sigh, arching into him. Jack just laughs at my reaction, doing it again. I whine softly, almost involuntarily begging for something more. Thankfully, Jack seems to read my mind and he obliges.

With the sparks still going up and down my spine, Jack presses his lips against mine, hard. I press back, lightly tugging at my hands so that I can weave them into his hair. Jack just smirks against my lips, tightening his hold on my wrists. He nips at my bottom lip and I gasp. Immediately, he takes the opportunity to push his tongue into my mouth. I press my tongue back against his, almost fighting with it in a way. But, Jack pulls back again and starts pressing kisses along my neck. I sigh softly, leaning my head back against the door and giving him room to work. Some kisses are soft and open-mouthed, others last longer and end with small sucks. I can almost guarantee that I’m going to have a canvas of hickies along my neck that Addie is *definitely* going to give me shit for, but I couldn’t care less.

Involuntarily, I squirm against the door. My eyes are shut and I gasp softly as he kisses each new area. “Fuck, Jack. Please do something,” I gasp softly, tugging at my wrists again.

“Baby, I *am* doing something,” he chuckles darkly.

“Not enough. Fuck, I need more,” I moan, arching my chest into him.

“Oh, fucking Christ, darling. Don’t do that to me,” he moans softly, pressing his hips against me and lightly rutting. The pressure of his hips rutting against my lower stomach is so much hotter than it should be, especially since he’s well above where I truly need the pressure. I whine softly, squeezing my eyes shut tighter as I feel myself getting more worked up.

As he gets down to my collarbone, my shirt gets in the way. Jack lets out a sound that I can only describe as a growl. It’s guttural and deep and hot as sin. I gasp, leaning into him again and he smirks softly, using his free hand to shove my shirt up above my breasts. “Oh, shit. Fuck, these are pretty. Never thought I’d say that about boobs, but fucking hell,” he groans, leaning down and pressing kisses to the tops of my breasts.

“Jesus Christ, Jack, I’m dying here,” I groan, pressing up against his mouth. “Please fucking do something!” It comes out as more of a whine than a complaint or demand, but Jack still responds. He does that growl noise again and flips me around, my chest pressed against the door.

“Fucking hell. I was trying to be nice before I actually take out my anger, but I guess someone doesn’t understand that,” he growls at me.

Without a moments hesitation, he starts fucking his clothed dick into my ass. I moan, pressing back against him harder and he groans deeply. His free hand is on my waist, pulling me back against him harder with each thrust. “Trying to be a gentleman here, and my girl just wants to be demanding. If you need me to be rough or a brat tamer, just fucking say so. I just didn’t wanna go straight in 100%,” he growls at me. I gasp softly as Jack rests his mouth against the crook of my neck and shoulder, sucking hard.

“God, Jack, please. I need it so bad,” I whine, my head falling back against his shoulder. Jack groans again, thrusting into my ass a couple more times, then he slows up.

“Sweetheart. I swear to *God*, if you don’t have those jeans and panties off in 3 seconds, I’m gonna rip them off. I’m so fucking hard right now and if you’re gonna be demanding, then you’re gonna fucking take it,” he tells me. His voice is dark and deep and everything that I need. I feel the sparks go up my spine again and I nod my head, swallowing thickly.

“Fuck, yes. I’ll listen, I promise,” I say breathlessly. Jack just chuckles at me, a smirk presses against my skin.

Without even telling me, he steps away from me. My mind is a little fuzzy, so I turn around to ask ‘what’s wrong’, but we make eye contact and he ticks his eyebrow at me as he starts pulling down his pants. Immediately, I understand. In a second flat, I rip down my jeans and panties, quickly followed by throwing my bra across the room. Jack smiles wickedly at me. “Good fucking girl,” he tells me, coming back over and pulling me into his chest. His dick taps lightly against my lower stomach, but I don’t even have a moment to take it in. The next moment, Jack picks me up and throws me onto the bed. I bounce lightly on the bed, Jack joining me not even a second later. “Sweetheart, I don’t care what position you’re in, but I need you in it *now*,” he growls at me.

Looking at him, I bite my lip teasingly and flip onto my front. I press my chest and face down to the bed, and keep my ass in the air. Looking over my shoulder at him, I smirk and wiggle my ass in the air. Jack just groans, getting up and pulling my ass against his dick. “Jesus Christ. You are literally perfect. We’ve just met and I can confidently say that. You are *fucking* perfect,” he moans, thrusting lightly against my ass.

“Nah, I’m just a bratty slut. That’s what it is,” I giggle. Jack laughs lightly, shaking his head at me.

“If you say so, sweetheart.”

Smiling softly into the bedspread, I settle my ass against his hips and wiggle again. Jack just groans, leaning back to drag his cock through my folds. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” he groans, lining himself at my hole.

“Can you fucking blame me?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at him and giving him another up/down. He just laughs again, a huge smile spreading across his face.

“Hold on, sweetie,” he hums. I adjust myself on the bed and, a second later, I feel the telltale stretch of being opened up. I gasp softly, pressing back against him and Jack lets out a deep, guttural groan.

“Holy *fuuuck* you’re warm. God, so soft,” he groans, panting slightly. I close my eyes, just listening to the noises he’s making. The light pants, the slightly breathy talking, the deep guttural grunts as he adjusts himself, it’s fucking *Heaven*. I’m so caught up in his noises that the first thrust throws me off a little bit. I’m pushed a little further up the bed and grunt softly, adjusting my arms again. “Fuck, sorry,” Jack apologizes breathlessly. I just shake my head.

“No, no, it’s fine. Just zoned out for a second listening to the noises you’re making. All’s good,” I explain, pushing my hips back again. Jack groans, his hands falling my hips.

“Glad you’re, ah *fuck*, liking the uh noises I’m making,” he laughs lightly. I giggle lightly, rolling my shoulders lightly and laying my head against my arms.

“God, I love the noises. Fuck me, Jack, please,” I sigh softly, wiggling my hips to try and entice him. Jack grunts softly, his hold on my hips tightening.

Jack checks with me that I’m prepared, then he thrusts in again. This one is a little rougher. A snap of the hips compared to the last one that was a little more languid. Then, he does it again, and again. Each thrust is follow by another snap of his hips, pushing me a little further up the bed even when I’m ready for it. “Oh, fuck, Jack. Touch me. God, I need you to touch me,” I moan, looking for just about any kind of stimulation. Jack grunts in acknowledgement, leaning forward to wrap his arm around my waist and, a moment later, I feel him add light pressure to my clit. I whine softly, pushing back against him and he groans, matching his thrusts with small, tight circles on my clit.

With each circle on my clit, I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge. Small whines and moans slip out of my mouth each time Jack’s hips hit mine. His thrusts speed up more and more until I’m actively have to push back against him just to keep my head from hitting the headboard. The sound of slapping skin fills the room and yet I can’t find any reason to care. Jack’s little pants and groans push me ever higher and I have no idea how I haven’t come yet. Everything feels like too much and yet not enough at the same time. “Ah fuck, Jack! Shit! I-oh God-I’m so close. Don’t stop, fuuuck,” I whine, leaning my head against my arms. The moan loudly as Jack increases the pressure on my clit, joining it with three thrusts in quick succession.

“Fucking come for me, baby. I’m so damn close,” he groans, chasing his orgasm.

With just a few more circles on my clit, I’m thrown over the edge. I gasp loudly, my back arching as Jack fucks into me again and again. Then, just as quickly as me, he pulls out. I whine at the sudden emptiness, but a quick look over my shoulder gives me the hottest image of my life. Jack’s face is screwed up in pleasure and his fist is almost slamming against his cock, jerking it aggressively. I watch as he finally spurts over my ass, his head thrown back and mouth hanging open. The most gorgeous moan I’ve ever heard leaves his lips just as he falls over. I smile impishly, lightly biting down on my tongue as I watch him. “Fucking hell, that’s hot,” I mutter softly, looking him up and down. Jack sucks in large breaths as he finally comes down, a breathless laugh forcing its way out.

“Glad…oof…Glad you thought that was hot, darling,” he smiles at me.

Slowly allowing his breath to even out, Jack climbs off the bed and heads into the bathroom. I tilt my head in confusion, but he comes back a moment later with a hair towel. Jack flashes me a sweet smile when he sees me looking and holds up the towel. “Just wanna clean you off and make sure you’re comfortable,” he tells me. Very lightly, he wipes the cum off my ass, then pulls the towel through my folds to clean up any residue. I watch as he cleans off his cock, as well, then throws the towel onto the counter of the bathroom. “I’ll deal with that later,” he sighs, flopping down on the bed and looking over at me before opening his arms. I giggle lightly, immediately flipping over and curling into his side for some cuddles.

A comfortable silence falls between us for a little while. I hum softly, resting my chin against his chest and just enjoying some cuddles. “Just so you know…I’m totally keeping in contact with you. Holy *fuck* that was hot,” Jack finally speaks up. I laugh loudly, opening my wyes to look at him.

“I’m definitely not complaining. I would love to do that again,” I reassure him.

“Good to know, because I’m not letting you go after that one.” I just smile, resting my chin against his chest again and closing my eyes. Great way to end my first ever hockey game.

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