Request: Can you do a William Nylander one where you’re tougher and you hide you’re pregnant from him. He finds out somehow. He gets really really mad but it all ends up ok in the end? 😘
Warnings: Angst, Cursing
Word Count: 2128
Notes: Wow this became way longer than i anticipated sorry lmao. As always, I hope you like it! Let me know what you think :)
“FUCK YES!” You screamed, jumping up from the couch and wildly punching the air in celebration. The Toronto Maple Leafs had just won game 6 with a final score of 1-3, effectively forcing a game 7 and you couldn’t be prouder of your boyfriend and his team. You were a little disappointed that you weren’t able to see this game in person, especially given that it was the last home game of the series, but you knew that what you had done instead was more important. You had spent the first period of the game watching from your phone, trying not to yell at the players in the middle of the OB/GYN’s office you were sitting in.
warnings: swearing, angst, smut, unprotected sex, *age difference (disclaimer: this is fiction, i am in no way suggesting that these are colton’s preferences. if you are uncomfortable with a slight age difference, the one in this story is 6 years, then this is probably not a good piece for you.)
Summary: You and JJ know you can’t really be together but that doesn’t mean the feelings won’t come rushing out eventually. You and JJ can’t help but be drawn to each other.
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! I strayed from my requests to write something i had in my head. Maybe it will get more notes than these recent requests i’ve put out :/
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You watched with jealousy from your beach towel as JJ instructed a touron how to skim board. You knew how girls worked, especially the girls only here for one week with their family. They wanted a summer fling, bang and move on. And right now you helplessly watched as JJ fell right into her trap.
Kie was seated next to you on her own towel, watching the same scene unfold. “He’s seriously falling for this bull shit?”
“Yeah i guess so.” You sigh, “he loves the attention.”
“How can you just sit back and let this happen? If I was you, I’d stomp my pretty butt right over to him and give him the kiss of his life and then drag him by the ear back here.”
Warnings: Sex, implied sex, sexual references, teeny bit of angst, mentions of bars, alcohol, vomiting and Kaitlin being a sneaky bitch.
I am sure there are spelling and grammatical errors in here. No one is perfect and I’ve been staring at this for hours now. I’ll come back in and make corrections tomorrow, just a PSA before some rude person makes a comment.
Hi all! Here is a chapter for you. I’ve had the worst writers block ever the past few weeks but I honestly watched a bunch of hockey fights and I feel much better. I’d also like to let everyone know Zack MacEwen has officially been added to my Who I write for, which you can find on my Masterlist, which I’ll link here, because he is so hot and dirty and I’m in love with him.
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“What’s your deal?” Mat asked bumping Beau’s shoulder.
“Huh?”
“I mean what’s up with you. You seem weird.”
“Oh nothing. Just tired from the trip this weekend.” Mat frowned and he quick added in “Dealing with Ginny for any amount of time is exhausting. Let alone hours.” Historically, Beau had never been a good liar, and this was a big lie he needed to sell. He’d been thinking about it a lot over the last few days.
If Ginny hadn’t been so dead set against Mat and Leighton finding out, he really wouldn’t have cared. He knew deep down it had less to do with the fact that she hated him, and more to do with the idea of admitting she might like him even a little bit.
“Right. We appreciate it a lot though you know, me more than anyone considering this is my fault.” Mat seemed less stressed this morning. He’d expressed to Beau more than once that he felt an immense amount of crushing guilt over the whole thing.
“Barz , you gotta stop blaming yourself man. What’s happening now, is happening cuz Kaitlin is fucking crazy. You could never have known she was going to react this way.”
“I know, but still. I should have just admitted to myself that I wasn’t over her in the beginning and maybe we wouldn’t be dealing with this bullshit.”
“Maybe not, but maybe she’d have reacted the same way. No one can say. Either way.” He gave him a slap on the shoulder “We got your back. I can’t punch a girl, but Ginny can and she will and I should have let her do it.”
Mat laughed and ran a hand through his hair “Well like I said before, thank you. And maybe you should have, but I don’t think it would have helped anything. But you guys came in clutch with taking the trip for us. We owe you guys, and appreciate it a lot.”
“You better. The director made us walk arm in arm down the aisle.” Beau smiled a little at the memory, and chuckled.
“Bet Ginny loved that one.”
“She did but she’d never admit it.”
Mat laughed and shook his head as they sat down for tape review.
“Seriously though. That was exactly what Leighton needed. She seems better already.”
“Yeah. As much as Ginny and I disagree we both love Leighton so we were happy to do it.”
He paid very little attention during game tape review, thoughts of Leighton and Ginny, and Kaitlin swirling around in his head. There was a lot of feelings invested in this wedding and outside of this wedding. It had been a powder keg from the start, but his involvement with Ginny had rattled everything.
He really did feel bad. He’d promised Mat, Leighton, and God that he wasn’t going to do this and he did.
And he wanted to do it again.
*************
Ginny avoided Beau at all costs the next few days, and buried herself in her work. She didn’t really need an excuse to want to be away from him, but now more than ever she wanted to be. She was still mildly repulsed with herself that she’d had sex with him in the first place, and she did everything in her power to oust the whole evening out of her head.
It did not work.
It was especially hard when he was texting her.
B:Are you okay?
G: I haven’t seen you in days so why wouldn’t I be?
B: Haha, so you wanna do it again? And don’t bother with your ice queen act anymore. I see right through that.
She deleted his messages just as Leighton poked her head around the door and smiled at her.
“Hey best friend!”
Ginny looked up startled and smiled back “Hi! How was the rest of the weekend?” She out on her best fake smile and leaned forward. Leighton looked much better, happier, like the Leighton she knew and loved.
And it broke Ginny’s heart because she had no idea what was happening behind her back.
“It was great. I feel better.” She sat down in her chair and crossed her legs before fixing Ginny with a look.
“So everything was good with the venue? I got the email saying it has been approved.”
“Yes. The venue is beautiful. They ran us through how the day would go, how the reception is set up, and they have all the decor on lockdown so the wicked with of the west doesn’t try any sabotage.”
Leighton nodded and pursed her lips “You don’t think she’d come do you? I mean that would be crazy.”
“We’ll she is obviously Even if she does, she won’t make it inside. Beau and I talked about it and we’re gonna be keeping an eye out.”
“You guys talked? That’s impressive.”
Ginny coughed and chose her words carefully “uh yeah….a little. We’re both worried about it, and as much as we hate each other we hate her more. So I guess we can forge some kind of bond over that. But I still don’t like him.” she added for good measure. She felt like she was giving herself away by saying anything nice about him “He was a real pain is the ass on the trip, but for you, I’d do anything.” She felt a sinking feeling that could only be described as guilt settle in her heart. She hated lying to Leighton, something she swore she would never do. And here she was doing it. She would never ever forgive herself for this, and she would carry it around forever and all because she broke the promise she made to herself.
“I know, and I’m so thankful for that. We both are. And who knows maybe by the time the wedding is over you guys will become friends?”
Ginny chuckled and shuffled the papers on her desk “Not likely.”
***********
Ethan was a nice guy, who worked three offices down from Ginny. After several months of small talk, he’d finally asked Leighton if Ginny was single.
Which is how he plucked up the courage to ask Ginny out himself. He was sweet, all American boy, the kind you take home to mom and dad. Ginny, who was so desperate to repress any feelings of Beau that lingered said yes, and made plans for Friday.
She was seated at Leighton’s kitchen island when she heard the door open and two sets of footprints enter. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath. She hadn’t seen him since that weekend and she didn’t wanna see him ever again. She fought internally to fight the redness that was creeping up her neck, and stared pointedly at the wall until she absolutely had to look at him.
He was watching her, face expressionless and they held eye contact for a few moments before he looked away.
“So are you feeling better?” He asked Leighton, eyes peeking at Ginny as she answered.
“Much better. You two are amazing for helping out this weekend. I hope it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience.” Leighton said as she left the room to follow Mat to their bedroom to get the laundry.
“For you? Never. Right Gin?” Ginny nodded and gave Leighton a tight lipped smile.
“And besides. Me and Ginny needed some quality time together. I feel like I really got to know her this weekend.” He glanced at Ginny again and stretched, shirt riding up to reveal several inches of abs and she pointedly looked away.
Damn him.
“Ew.” She mumbled giving him a disgusted look. He smiled a little, enjoying that he was beginning to get a rise out of her.
“It’s okay Gin. Looking is for free, but touching is going to cost you.”
“No amount of money would be enough to touch you.”
Leighton rolled her eyes and turned to grab the laundry basket. Once she was out of earshot he spoke again.
“Never say never.” He stood and walked up behind her, chest brushing against her back “Sometimes all it takes is one night” he whispered, scruff ticking her neck. She glared at him, and then looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to collect herself.
She made an excuse to leave a little while later, practically bolting out the door and down the hall as quickly as she could so he wouldn’t follow her. She fell asleep uneasy, and pushed him out of her mind in preparation for her date the next evening.
***********
Ethan was in fact a very nice guy. He’d picked her up, held the door, and pulled out her chair for her and now he was dutifully listening to her talk about Leighton’s wedding.
“Sounds like quite the saga. You seem like your a good friend to her.”
“I try to be. This wedding has been especially stressful.”
“How so?” He leaned forward, genuinely interested in what she was saying, and it hurt her.
Because she didn’t like him at all.
She would let him down as easy as she could, and be as nice about it as possible but she really didn’t have a single romantic feeling in her body that could make her like him even a little bit. But she smiled and put on a good show as she told him about Kaitlin.
“That’s insane! Leighton is marrying Mat Barzal right? Big Islanders fan.” Ginny laughed a little and nodded.
“Yes she is.”
“We’ll I hope it all works out for her. Your the made of honor right? Do you have to walk with-“
“Yeah.” Ginny cut him off “And I hate him.”
“Oh. Sorry I didn’t-he seems like such a nice guy.“
“It’s okay. He’s just-we don’t get along. But enough about him.”
Ethan changed the subject and started talking about something she didn’t really care about. Midway thought the conversation she felt a pair of eyes on her. She had a lot of eyes on her most of the time, but this time it felt different. She glanced around, and all at once, she glanced up to find Beau had materialized on a barstool less than ten feet away.
“Goddamnit.” She whispered under her breath as he half turned and met her eye, smiling at her. He looked good, even better than the last time she’d seen him, strong arms braced on the bar, one giant hand wrapped around a glass, large smile stretched across his face.
“What did you say?” Etha asked leaning forward.
“Oh hum nothing-nothing.”
“Uh huh. Uhm I’m gonna use the bathroom, I’ll be back.” He gave her an sweet smile and excused himself. She watched him sadly knowing she would break the poor boys heart, and then remembered her arch nemesis was only a few feet away. Ginny stood, walked forward and slapped her hand on the bar to get his attention. He turned, smile getting wider and he raised his glass.
“Gin! Funny seeing you here-“
“What do you want?” She snapped wanting nothing more than to slap that stupid smile and other off his face. She couldn’t believe he was here, and that he was so boldly trying to ruin a date she didn’t even want to be on.
“How’s your date?” He was grinning slyly at her over his glass. Ethan may have been fooled by Ginny’s poker face, but he wasn’t. From where he was sitting there wasn’t even a tiny bit of interest from Ginny’s end, because Ethan wasn’t the kind of guy she would ever show any interest in. He was too nice, like a puppy staring at her when she talked. She was too much for him to handle. But she was just enough for Beau. She was glaring at him, cheeks turning the color of her hair. He let his eyes drift down her appreciatively. She had on a pair of ridiculously tight jeans that hugged every inch of long legs, and a dark grey sweater. Her hair, which was his favorite thing about her, was hanging loose falling across her back and shoulders.
Damn she was hot.
“Fine thank you very much. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Really? Cuz it doesn’t look like your having much fun. Not as much fun as we had anyways.”
She could feel herself getting redder by the minute and rolled her eyes, blowing a breath angrily out of her nose.
“That was a one time thing-“
“I think it was a multiple in one night time thing.”
She stared at him for a few moments. He’d been the only guy she’d ever come across who could get her so worked up, before he even really did anything to her. Something about him just kissed her off. The was so smug, so full of himself, and so fucking hot. He pulled himself off the barstool and crowded her, pushing her right up against the ledge of the bar, hand resting on her hip. Her breath hitched as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
“We both know that your going to leave here with me so let’s cut through the red tape and get out of here now, and get the evening rolling. I’m not playing any games tonight.”
“I’m on a date-“
“Find a way to be not on a date. Tell the boyscout you had a family emergency or something. I don’t care, but let’s go.”
Ginny bit her lip and looked over his shoulder. Ethan was still in the bathroom and as much as she knew it was wrong, the feeling of his chest pushed up against her made her weak in the knees, and wet between the legs. He extended his hand, pulling her along behind him. When they exited the bar he stopped, and turned to face her, hands coming to either side of her waist. Unable to stop himself he leaned forward and kissed her forcefully, pulling all the air from her lungs.
She gasped pulling away from him after a few moments when a pair of headlights coming to a stop in front of them caught her attention.
“How did you get an Uber so fast?”
“I ordered it the minute I saw you across the bar.”
“You asshole.”
“Whatever. Lets go.”
Ginny felt terrible, and conjured up a lie, a good one and sent Ethan a text.
G: sorry had an emergency, we should do this again sometime though. I had a nice night.
Beau had a smug smile on his face, and she wanted to slap him, but she was also practically shaking in anticipation for what the rest of the evening would hold.
**************
“No Ginny tonight?” Mat asked as he came up behind Leighton while she was cooking. Ginny made it a point to come to dinner at the apartment every Friday, mostly just to spend time with them but also to try and keep Leighton’s mind off Kaitlin.
“No she’s actually on a date.”
“A date?” Mat frowned “Without Beau?”
Leighton made a face but smiled “If he knew she was on one he’d find a way to go mess it up I’m sure.”
“True. Are you doing okay? You seem…someplace else.”
“I’m okay. I just-I have the strangest feeling.”
“What do you mean?” He seated himself at the kitchen island and leaned forward. She turned, brows knitting together and placed a hand on her hip.
“I’m not sure really. I just have a feeling that something is going on, but I can’t put my finger on what it could be.”
“Like with the wedding?”
“Yeah I guess….I don’t know it weird. Probably just stress and anxiety from the whole Kaitlin thing.” She turned back to the stove and shrugged.
“Hey.” He stood and turned her to face him, hands coming to rest on either side of her hips “No one is gonna ruin this day for you. I promise. Okay?”
She smiled and nodded “Okay.” But then her face changed. She coughed and covered her mouth with her hand, body shuddering a little.
“Are you gonna throw up?” He took a step back and turned her to face the sink.
“No I’m okay. I just don’t feel well today, and I haven’t eaten.”
“Leighton we talked about this.” He side stepped her to get to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle “You have to take care of yourself. This running yourself ragged with wedding stuff has to stop.”
“I know. I promise I won’t do it again.” She drank some water and resumed what she was doing, still not feeling well.
“Maybe we should go see a doctor?” Mat questioned from behind her, hands entangled in her hair while she leaned over the toilet.
She was a horrible shade of grey, and sweat had seeped through her T-shirt, and ran down her face. He leaned around to look at her but she swatted him away.
“Don’t look at me.”
“Stop. What do they say during weddings? For rich or for poor-?”
“In sickness and in health? Shouldn’t you know that?”
“I never got that far before.”
Even while hovering over a toilet Leighton chuckled a little, and leaned her forehead on her forearm “Your an idiot.”
“But I made you laugh didn’t I?” He rubbed her back soothingly as another bout of vomiting gurgled up her throat.
*************
The headboard of Beau’s bed rocked against the wall, surely waking all his neighbors but he didn’t care. Her eyes were closed and he just couldn’t get over how fucking beautiful she looked under him, hair messy, face flushed her body arched against his. She was so sensitive to his touch and he almost felt bad for the poor schmuck she had left at the bar who was missing out on this tonight.
Now that he’d her once, he knew he had to have her again. He had turned down his regular Saturday night hookup with no real guarantee that she would even come home with him, but when he saw her eyeing him from a cross the club he was determined to get her back in his bed.
Mission accomplished.
“Fuck.” She swore, nails scraping along his neck.
He was panting in her ear and starting to sweat as he moved in and out of her going deeper and deeper.
“Harder.” His hand closed around her throat and she closed her eyes.
“I said harder.”
He bit down hard on the skin of her neck and she cried out with a gasp “You fucker-“
“Your so goddamn tight. Fuck.” He cursed face buried in her hair. He pulled one leg up over his shoulder and pushed in even deeper. Her skin was balmy under his hands and the shimmer of sweat that had appeared over her chest and abdomen was catching the light from outside.
“Ohmygod.” She moaned out. His pushes became erratic and the moaning became louder. She let out a strangled cry as he rammed into her brutally a few times before collapsing on top of her, kissing her sloppily tounge leaving a wet trail around her mouth. She let her hands run across his jaw tugging lightly on the stubble there as she eagerly kissed back.
He pulled away from her, forehead resting in her neck as he attempted to even his breathing. He felt her stiffen suddenly beneath him.
“Get off me.” She said, eyes burning up at him. She was frowning and looked disgusted with him.
He chuckled a little and eased himself out and on to the bed next to her “There’s the Ginny I know.”
“First of all, you don’t know me. And second of all-“
“Can you just shut up for like 2 seconds and enjoy the moment?”
Ginny huffed and wiggled away from him, arms crossed to prevent him from touching her. Even though he’d literally just fucked her brains out two minutes ago, she was laying in his bed acting like she didn’t even want him to breathe the same air as her.
“What is this anyways?” She asked finally. He could only see her profile, the light from the outside only throwing enough to make her out faintly, but he could her the uncertainty in her question.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this. What is this.” She gestured between them and sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. Her hair was a mess, and she had a hickey on the side of her neck, which she would have to figure out a way to explain, but she wasn’t worried about that right now.
“It whatever you want it to be Ginny.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I don’t have answer.”
She frowned and turned her head away from him. The silence in the room was suffocating till she spoke again.
“You know. I’m not some plaything.”
He felt a little guilty for a moment. The way she said it sounded sad and painful, and he wondered if having sex with him was actually making her life worse. He didn’t think of her as a plaything. He knew her, he’d shared time with her, she wasn’t some random girl he met in a bar. She’d become a facet in his everyday life, and she would continue to be one long after the wedding. They had been pushed together by fate, and they would stay that way for as long as Mat and Leighton stayed married.
“I-I know that.”
“Do you?” She still faced away from him, but her voice was small.
“Yes I do. Look.” He sat up and turned her to face him “I don’t know what this is, besides unexpected but I don’t wanna stop. I know that.”
She bit her lip “Me neither. But what will we tell them?”
“We won’t. We’re consenting adults and what happens between us is no one else’s business. Right?”
“Right…So we’re just hooking up?” She finger quoted, and waited for him to answer her. She looked skeptical, and was leaning away from him. Her wall, which had been down just a few moments ago, was now slowly rising up. He could see it plain as day on her face that she didn’t trust him, and that she was bracing herself for what he would say next.
“Do you wanna? Keep hooking up I mean? I don’t wanna stop but if your not cool with it then we can forget this ever happened.”
Ginny laughed softly and shook her head, the smallest flicker of something behind her eyes before she spoke again “I couldn’t forget this if I tried.”
************
Kaitlin was parked outside of Beau’s apartment scheming.
She’d been there for a while now. She had realized, that she would need to dismantle the wedding from the inside out and the easiest way to get to Mat was through Beau.
He had never liked her. He had never even tried to like her, and she didn’t like him either. He was just another person in Mat’s life who didn’t want to see them together, because they all wanted him with the dumb bitch who broke his heart four years ago.
And what did they know?
They weren’t the ones who listened to him ramble on and on about how much he still loved her. They hadn’t helped him pick up each piece of his heart and carefully, and painfully put it back together. They didn’t have to ouch their feelings down, and listen to him drone on about a girl when she was practically screaming in front of him that she could be better than her. They didn’t know anything.
Kaitlin wiped at a tear. She knew she sounded crazy but she was so broken and consumed by the fact that she’d done everything right. She’d followed all the rules. And they all still loved Leighton more.
His friends. His family.
And even Mat himself.
She was jarred from her thoughts however when she saw Beau open the door to the complex, and turn to speak to someone behind him. She could see it was a girl, and at first she thought it was just someone he was hooking up with, but when she came into the light she realized it was Ginny.
Kaitlin watched in awe as an Uber pulled up to the sidewalk and Ginny turned to him. They spoke for a few moments before he pulled Ginny forward into a kiss so searing, she had to look away. There was no way Mat and Leighton knew about this, or they wouldn’t be sneaking around after dark together. It would surely cause some drama, and definite rift. If they were lying to them about their involvement, the truth coming out could be catastrophic.
She watched as Ginny smiled, got into the car and it drove away, disappearing from sight as he made his way back into his complex. He stopped suddenly at the door and turned to look over his shoulder, eyes moving up and down the street. Kaitlin ducked, and once she was sure he hadn’t seen her she peeked over the dash. He had gone back in his complex, and Kaitlin started her car, smiling a little.
This was the in she needed.
************
Ginny dropped her purse on the floor by her front door and kicked off her shoes. She was exhausted, too tired to even shower as she shed her clothing on the way to her room, leaving it laying on the floor.
She slipped on an oversized T-shirt and crawled into bed, wrapping her knees up to her chest. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, eyes closing.
A single tear slipped out of her eye, and dripped across her nose on to her bed. It was followed by another one, and another as they formed a large wet spot on her sheets. Every emotion she’d been holding, for what felt like her whole life, was pouring out of her eyes, drowning her. Pain wracked her with a loud sob, as she gripped the fabric of her pillow as tightly as she could.
She squeezed her eyes shut, in an attempt to stop the tears but they continued to fall freely. Sleep came easy, tears still on her face and Beau still on her mind.
**************
“Knock knock.” Leighton glanced up from her desk, and was surprised to see Ethan standing in her doorway. She’d only had a few interactions with him but he seemed like a nice guy, which is why she set him up with Ginny in the first place.
“Ethan, hi. What’s up?”
He looked around awkwardly, hands in his pockets “Have you-have you talked to Ginny?”
“Not today, I don’t think she’s here yet. Why?”
“We’ll. Things were going great last night, and then I went to the bathroom and she was gone, and she said she had some kind of emergency or something. I’m just hoping she’s okay?”
Leighton frowned “An emergency? I mean she didn’t say anything to me, but I haven’t talked to her since yesterday. Did something happen?”
He shrugged “I don’t think so. We were talking about your wedding and then she just disappeared.” He looked a little sad standing in her doorway.
“Im sure she had some kind of emergency or something. I’ll talk to her and find out.” Leighton felt another wave of sickness rise in her throat and she covered her mouth. Ethan looked at her concerned.
“Are you alright? Do you need me to call-“
“No I’m fine, I’m just stressed is all. I forgot to eat today. But don’t worry I’ll talk to her.”
“Thanks Leighton. I really like her, and I definitely wanna go out with her again sometime.”
“No problem.”
He gave her a smile and left her office. Ginny was a no show the rest of the day, the receptionist told Leighton she had called in sick.
She pulled out her phone and sent her a message.
Hey, Carol said you were sick today? Do you need anything? How was your date last night?
The typing bubble appeared and then disappeared several times before she answered.
Hey, no I’m good just a cold but thanks❤️ The date went great, I had a good time. He didn’t bring me home till late so I didn’t wanna text you and wake you. I’ll fill you in Monday. Lets do lunch?
Sure. Hope you feel better. Get lots of rest and let us know if you need us.
Something was up.
She had the strangest feeling as she made her way home, and entered the apartment. Mat was sitting on the sofa, and tipped his head back and smiled at her.
“Hey babe. How was work? Im surprised your home this-“ he stopped when he looked at her. She was pale and sweaty, dark circles under her eyes.
“I only went in for a few hours. It was fine-What?”
“Did you eat today?”
Leighton set her purse down and turned to him slowly, chewing on her lip “I forgot. I’m sorry.” Mat sighed and shook his head but she continued talking “Ethan came by my office today.”
“Ethan? The guy Gin went out with?”
“Yeah. He said she left suddenly because of an emergency.”
“What kind of an emergency?”
“I don’t know. But she told me she had a good time and that he brought her home late, and now she said she’s sick.” Leighton wiped the sweat from her forehead and leaned on the arm of the sofa.
Mat frowned “That’s very…odd.”
“Did she seem weird to you? The past couple days she just seems off.”
“I guess. Ginny is moody though so I haven’t really thought anything of it. Maybe it’s just stress. She’s been pretty upset about all this wedding stuff. And it seems like she isn’t the only one.” He reached up to touch her forehead “Do you need to see a doctor?”
“I know, but there’s something else. I can’t put my finger on it but something is going on. She’s hiding something from me. And no I’m fine. Just stress, and I think I have a stomach bug.”
“What would she be hiding? You guys know everything about each other. I didn’t think you kept secrets. I’m sure that’s all it is, but if it continues then you should see a doctor. Okay?”
“We don’t…usually.”
Mat pursed his lips, eyebrows coming together “Do you want me to try and talk to her? She might not tell you if it’s wedding stuff because she wants to keep you stress free.”
“Okay. That would be great. Thank you.” She leaned forward to kiss him and then smiled “I’m going to go change.” He stared at her pointedly until she added “And eat something.”
************
Knock knock
Ginny opened her apartment door at 7:30 that evening to find Beau leaning on the other side.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” She said leaning her head on the door. She was wide eyed, staring at him with an unreadable expression “What are you doing here?”
“I don’t know. I just thought maybe I wanted to see you is all.” He reached forward and let his finger slide across her shoulder to untangle a lock of hair from her tank top strap. A trail of goosebumps bloomed across her skin as his finger slid down, and gripped her wrist “Unless you want me to leave.”
She shook her head and opened the door wider, hand slipping into his as she pulled him inside the door, closing it just as he pressed his lips to hers.
Can you do a you can fuck me if you like part 2….😬
You Can Fuck Me If You'd Like (Pt. 2)
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JJ Maybank x fem!reader
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Warnings: smut, a bit of subby JJ, the end is kinda angsty but not too bad, unedited,
Everyday since that night on the hammock JJ found himself struggling to even be around you. Your affectionate manner hadn't changed, almost like you hadn't noticed the shift. JJ sure did. It was nearly impossible to have you close to him. Your scent invading his senses and lingering on his clothes. Your eyes bright as you looked up at him with a teasing pout or a smile. He couldn't hardly stand to be around you without some innocent actions of yours getting him all riled up.
JJ was frustrated with himself. All you'd done was help him out that night and suddenly he couldn't think straight. What made this so much different from his other hook ups? Was it the things you'd said? Or was it just you? Maybe the feelings he'd been harboring for quite some time? Either way, he was fucked. Royally and completely fucked. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, scared out of his mind that his other friends had noticed the shift. I mean, it wasn't exactly hard to see the way he lost his usual easy going confidence around you.
The playful banter was gone and a dreadful awkward clumsiness replaced it. He hated it. Why did you get to be so unaffected while leaving him a complete mess? It wasn't fair. That didn't stop his every thought from being the way you looked that night. The way you felt or the way you sounded. If JJ didn't know any better he'd say he was addicted. A single hit and suddenly he was hooked. He needed you. He needed you terribly.
Y: Come get me? I need you.
The text both excited him and filled him with deep dread. What did you need him for? Did you need him the way that he needed you? Maybe he'd been wrong and that night had effected you. His heart rate sped up at the thought of you so hung up on his cock like how he was with your sweet pussy. Needing to feel you again. You'd wrecked him, had he wrecked you as well? But what if 'i need you' meant something else? What if you were hurt or had another fight with your parents? You were home, something that didn't usually happen...If JJ was sure of anything it was that he needed to get to you.
J: On my way
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For the first while the ride back was near silent. JJ watched you from the corner of his eye, hand out the window and feet on the dash as you softly hummed along to whatever song was on the radio. He didn't understand how anyone couldn't love you. You were perfect. Suddenly you turned to face him, softly smiling at his reddening cheeks once he realized he'd been caught. "Thank you for picking me up, J. I really don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't. I was scared to walk further than to the stop sign in the dark."
"I'm glad you texted me. I don't want you walking around here in the dark. It's too dangerous. Anyone could come by." You smiled and grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers and resting them back together on your thigh. JJ felt like his heart might pound out of his chest but all you did was turn back to looking out the window, softly returning to singing the song. He didn't understand how it could be so easy for you. Did you not feel what he felt? The hot rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins at the very faintest of touches...did you not have it? He turned back to the road, biting his lip as your thumb subconsciously rubbed soothing circles against the back of his hand.
When you got back to the Chateau it was near midnight. All the lights were off except for the front porch and it was obvious John B, and whoever else was staying over, were asleep. JJ came around to meet you as you hopped out of the Twinkie, awfully cheerful for someone who'd just been kicked out by her parents. He took your backpack off your shoulder without even having to ask, heart near exploding when you gave him a thankful kiss to the cheek. "C'mon. We have to be quiet."
JJ followed closely behind you, watching you vere off towards the sofa. In a split second of illogical thinking, he stopped you, nodding off towards his room. You smiled understandingly and nodded, following him in to the messy spare bedroom. When he shut the door and you took your bag from him, setting it down by the foot of the bed, was when he realized what he'd just got himself in to. "I thought you might be more comfortable in here...maybe? I can go sleep on the couch or like on a mat on the floor or something it doesn't really-"
"Or you could stay in here with me," you laughed, flopping down on the bed "it's not like we haven't slept together before." Not like that, not like that, I mean obviously like that but- "Right. Yeah." JJ kicked his shoes off, coming to sit on the edge of the bed a good few inches away from you. You frowned and turned around to lay your head on his thigh, smirking to yourself when his breathing audibly hitched. "J?"
"Hmm?"
"I was thinking...how can I repay you for saving me?"
JJ laughed nervously, shrinking in on himself when your fingers came up to innocently- or so he thought- play with the tear in the pocket of his shorts. "I didn't save you, y/n. You don't have to do anything." You pouted up at him, sitting up and being a hell of a lot closer than JJ remembered you getting. "But you did because if it wasn't for you I'd have been stuck out there all night-"
"I'm sure someone else would have came and got you if you called..."
"JJ." Your look was unimpressed and it had him biting his tongue, suddenly realizing. "Right. Sorry." You smiled and leaned in to him, your warm breath fanning his lips as you spoke. "Let me repay you." His brain was nothing but mush at this point, tongue darting out to lick his lips and accidentally brushing yours. A spark of adrenaline shot through his every nerve at that, heart racing once he realized the way your eyes had fluttered at the contact. "H-how?"
You smiled, leaning further in to him and JJ found himself closing his eyes in anticipation. But you swerved at the last second, bringing yourself up on to his lap as your lips made contact with the sweet, sensitive, skin of his neck. JJ gasped as you immediately found his sweet spot, the prominent smirk pressed against his skin telling him you knew that. "Mmm let me make you feel good, J." If his dick wasn't already straining in his shorts, it was now. Eyes rolling back and a small moan leaving his lips as you gently rocked yourself against his bulge. "Fuck, shit, okay."
You chuckled lightly, coming back up from his neck to look at him. He already looked so blissed out, just having you this close to him. Your lips connecting with his must have finally snapped him in to motion. Hands coming up to cup your ass as he pushed back against you, lips mixing in a fevered clash of passion. He let out a breathy "fuck" and you smirked as you pulled away, climbing down off of the bed to get on your knees before him. One glimpse of you in that position had him feeling like he could cum on the spot. The deep moan that slipped past his kiss swollen lips making that known to you.
Upon your coaxing, JJ slid himself closer to the edge, lifting up and allowing you to strip him out of all the necessary clothing. "I want that gone to." You affirmed, motioning to his shirt. JJ removed it without hesitation, doing anything he could to keep this going and you here with him. He felt so vulnerable and exposed, sitting naked on the bed with you fully clothed in front of him. It had his already swollen and leaking cock near the point of dripping. "Such a pretty dick, J," you praised, taking it in to your small hands. "I bet it'll love my mouth just as much as it loves my pussy."
And then your lips were around him and he was doing everything he could not to cry out. Hands fisting in the sheets and hips stuttering as they struggled not to buck in to you. The pleasure was so much he was already struggling not to cum. He couldn't cum that quickly, he just couldn't. He had to hold off and wait until a time that wasn't embarrassingly quick but then you came back down to suck and lick at his tip and he lost it. Hands clamping over his mouth and eyes near welling with tears as he came down your throat. You continued to suck, swallowing every last drop of his thick ropes as he convulsed with the pleasure.
And when you finally released him from your perfect little mouth he was collapsing back on the bed as he heaved to catch his breath. You grinned, very pleased with yourself at how quickly you'd been able to make him cum, and climbed back up on the bed next to him. He had his hands covering his flushed face, chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch up with the aftermath of his orgasm. "Was it good?" JJ only groaned in response, hands rubbing over his face and up to smooth through his hair. You laughed lightly, sitting up on your knees to strip yourself.
"Wha-what are you doing?" He stuttered, brain still not quite caught up with the events as he watched you climb naked up over his waist. "Riding you." JJ groaned as suddenly his sore dick was being entrapped by your velvety walls, the light huffs you made as you took him nearly tipped him off the edge once again. His hands found your hips, guiding you as you bounced on him. Even when you stopped to grind, searching for your pleasure in the mix, he helped you.
Completely intranced by the sight of your contorted, pleasure ridden, expression. The way your jaw fell slack, lips plump and parted, eyes screwed shut and chest heaving- good lord the sight of your tits as they bounced on top of him- it all had him in a choke hold. And when your hand actually did come down to choke him, gripping his throat as you returned to bouncing, JJ couldn't help but cum again. His orgasm triggered yours and you were quick to crash your lips against his, muffling your shared noises as you finished together.
"Fuck!" He groaned as you lifted yourself off of him, crashing on to the bed by his side. You laughed and agreed, letting him pull you close as he curled in to you. "It was about time that happened again. I was starting to think we'd never get to it or you'd never work around to asking." JJ blushed at your comment and chuckled, knowing you had a point. "I wasn't sure you were being serious that night. We were both high and-"
"JJ we're always high." He laughed along with you, having to agree. It was true, you were both usually high. You got high together and as you were normally together...well...the two seemed to go with one another. "But seriously. I didn't think you wanted me the way that I wanted you. The way I still want you."
"Even after all that?" You laughed.
"Always. But I might need a second to recover first." You both laughed together, curling in to each other in your odd positioning on the bed. "JJ, of course I wanted you. I thought about hooking up with you again every day since it first happened. I thought I made that obvious but I guess not."
"Or maybe I'm just oblivious." He agreed and you smiled at him. The way you looked right then was surreal. Angelic if nothing else more profound. The afterglow of your orgasm lit your features like the shine of a halo, perfect in every way. The dept and sparkle to your eyes as you looked at him overwhelmed him with the urge to kiss you again, but something was stopping him. Your eyes fell closed and you nuzzled against his cheek, hands pressed against his chest. Just like that the spark was stolen from him but the warmth and little electric tingling in his soul was left in it's wake. And then all that came crashing down too.
Are you taking requests? If so could you possibly make a jj and reader having rough sex at the chauto and kiera finds them and is really hurt by it cuz she had feeling for jj?
Sorry if that is to specific or doesn't make sense
“You know I love you, right?” JJ’s lips traveled up my neck, his body pressing mine from behind, huge palms pushing my dress up to my waists and squeezing my bare hips.
“Yeah, why?” a secret smile crossed my face as I grind my ass against his hardening cock, seducing and tempting him.
“Cause I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
I felt my underwear dampening, the inner sides of my thighs slick with arousal, nipples tightening painfully and he hasn’t even began. My dress went over my head and down the floor, he stood bare chested, his shorts clinging to his hips.
I gasped, when he lifted me off the ground and propped onto the bed. Belt buckle clinked and the rest of his clothes disappeared. He loomed over me, his eyes darkening with lust, muscles flexing in the faint glow the bedside lamp casted on us.
We sneaked into the chateau, while everyone was busy swimming and drinking at the bonfire night. Me and JJ had been dating and fucking for a while now and no one knew, no one even noticed. We weren’t certain about telling our friends, because I knew Kie had a huge crush on J and we didn’t want to ruin our friendship. We promised to come up with a plan, but the plan never developed, so we just kept on sneaking around. It was more fun anyways.
“Oh yeah?” I raised my eyebrows, biting my lip, my fingers wrapping around his cock, hard, precum oozing from his tip. I stroked him slowly, my eyes bore into his, eliciting low sounds from the back of his throat.
“Hell, yeah,” he removed my hand, diving into my neck, nibbling the soft skin, his thumbs grazed my nipples and he squeezed my tits in his palms, making me arch towards him. This earned me a chuckle from him, the deep rumble of his voice electrified me.
JJ kissed my throat, bit my jaw, finding his way to my lips. My cheeks burned, my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down, craving his touch, his scent, everything, him.
“When do you think they notice we’re gone?” I asked, panting as he dragged a path down with his tongue, sucking my breasts into his mouth, one at a time, releasing them with sloppy sounds, leaving them wet and throbbing. Kisses landed on my stomach, his palms felt heavy on my hips, fingers gripped the hem of my underwear and he slipped it down, allowing to rest around my ankles.
“Fuck,” he cursed, watching me glistening in the lamplight, my clit swollen, begging to be touched. He lifted himself back to meet my face, “I don’t fucking care, baby, I don’t even care if they walk in on us,” his thumb brushed my slit, causing a moan to spill out of me, “I’m going to enjoy this.”
Abruptly, he pushed my legs apart, his head in between them, his hot breaths burning my skin. Anticipation slithered through my whole damn body and I fought an urge to thrust my hips upward, “JJ please.”
“Please what?” he peppered my inner thighs with wet sloppy kisses as I clutched the sheets in my fists. His eyes locked with mine, “Please what?”
“Fuck me, or I’ll do it myself.”
His eyes turned molten with desire and he licked a path up my cunt, drawing a moan out of me. I was blinded with lust, drunk on his touch and his voice and dirty whispers, I didn’t care if anyone heard us.
“As much as I’d love to watch that, I’ll save your offer for later, ‘cause,” he teased me with his tongue, spreading me open, pushing inside, “This,” he sucked my clit in and I bowed my back, “Is only for me.”
Thick fingers invaded me, and I clenched on them, feeling the burning in my stomach growing heavier. He fucked me slow and deliberate, grazing my clit with his mouth, hitting my spot with his fingers, then backing away, pulling out, taunting grin stretching on his lips.
“We’ve fucked for months now,” he thrust in, curling his fingers, “And every fucking time,” his thumb flicked my clit and I whimpered, grasping the blanket, “You’re so tight and so fucking wet, open to me, taking me in so well. A crying mess whenever I put my hands on you.”
I felt the wave of pleasure approaching me, my eyes pleading for him to keep going.
His face levelled mine, his fingers still working down on me, his whispers wrapping around my moans, “And you know what that means?” his lips brushed mine as he kept rubbing my clit relentlessly, “That means you’re mine.”
I came. His hisses of ‘fuck, yes’ spurred me to come harder, my thighs closed around his arm and he let go of me.
His knees propped between my legs as he leisurely stroked his cock, savouring the view in front of him, his free hand caressed my thigh, “A dream. You’re my fucking dream.”
Heavy palms grabbed my ass and he dragged me close, teasing my cunt with the tip of his cock, making my jaws clench, my fists tighten on the blanket I desperately held onto, “JJ, enough teasing, plea—“
He sank into me in one insistent push, making me cry out, my eyes squeeze shut and my spine arch off the bed.
“You asked,” he chuckled, so lowly, his voice shaded with desire as he moved in and out of me, pulling out to the edge and sinking in deep again. My stomach burned, my fingers ran through the ashy blonde strands dump with sweat, that’s when I realised he had to hold himself back, while he was getting me off.
He fucked me hard, like he promised, arms braced over headboard, which banged against the wall.
“JJ,” I bent his head so he could look at me, my legs wrapping around his waist as I angled myself for him to go in deeper, “Fuck,” I whispered, squeezing his cock, earning an awaited growl, “I love you too.”
The air thickened, his thrusts made me clench up, the scent of him, musky and sweaty clouded my mind, his growls mixed with my whimpers filled the room. My fingers darted to my clit and I rubbed it in circles, feeling the knot in my stomach unraveling, “Hell yeah, touch yourself, baby.”
He stared down as he bucked his hips forward, as my index and middle fingers flicked my clit, as I dug my heels into his butt cheeks to bring him closer to me.
A wave of pleasure shot through my body, I felt his teeth digging into my shoulder as he tried to muffle his groans triggering mine. I screamed louder, feeling his cock twitch, his thrusts growing sloppier, thick cum spilling inside me. He licked the bite marks he left, soothing my skin, kissing his way up my throat, “I love how you scream for me,” he grinned, claiming my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth, still moving back and forth just a bit.
“You do, huh?” I smiled back at him and he pulled out, his cock brushed my stomach and I felt the cum dripping out of me and down the sheets, “We will have to clean those, I—“
“Hey, are you in there?”
I leapt up, pushing my dress back on, JJ found his shorts and dragged them up his legs. We looked like a fucking mess, the room smelled like sex, it was obvious we weren’t reading a bedtime story to each other.
It was Kiara, the handle turned and the door creaked open, my eyes shutting closed for a few seconds, foreseeing the upcoming fight.
“Why did you—“ she stopped in an instant, her eyes darting between my tangled hair and JJ’s naked torso, “Are you fucking kidding me?” she gritted, her nostrils flared, then she turned and walked away, slamming the door shut.
I rubbed my temples and took a deep breath in, fixing my dress and my hair, “I’m gonna deal with this, okay?” I planted a kiss on JJ’s cheek, my nails running down his bare chest, “Hope it won’t take long. Stay here.”
Swallowing hard, I stepped out of the room, looking for Kiara, “Kie! Kie, where are you, let’s just talk!”
After scanning every room, I found her sitting outside on the porch, she sat there in the dark, staring straight before her, “Leave me alone.”
“Not until we talk.”
“I don’t want to fucking talk, get the fuck out of here,” she yelled in my face, hurt and anger crossing her face.
“You don’t have a right to fucking yell at me,” I bit back, “It’s not like he was your boyfriend, you were dating Pope, Kiara.”
Abruptly she sat down, “I never should have trusted you. Go.”
“Fine, you want me gone, okay, but I’m gonna speak first. I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, we didn’t tell anyone, we—“
“How long?”
“Months.”
“You knew I liked him.”
“We never planned for it to be anything big, we got drunk, we slept, it went further, you were dating Pope at the time, but I love him, Kie, I love him.”
She let out a heavy sigh and turned to face me, “You do?”
“I do.”
“I need time.”
“Okay.”
“I’m still mad at you.”
“Okay.”
She let out a faint laugh, “So is he good in bed, huh?”
“Oh, shut up,” I shoved her to the side playfully, and we chuckled, her head came to rest on my shoulder and we stared further as the waves splashed to the shore.
Warnings: SMUT, swearing, drinking, kind of angsty love confession, oral (fem receiving), unprotected fluffy sex on the hms pogue
You and JJ were out on the water on the pogue, just fishing and bullshitting. Everyone else was busy today but you still wanted to get out of the house. It wasn’t uncommon for you and JJ to hang out alone. You two were kind of the odd ones out since Sarah was with John B and Kie was with Pope.
You both had a couple of beers when you decided you wanted to go for a swim. The summer heat was getting to you and you desperately needed to cool off. You stripped down to your bikini and watched as your best friend’s mouth nearly dropped to the floor of the boat at the sight. You chuckled at him before plunging into the cool water. When you resurfaced you saw him standing at the edge of the boat, staring down at you with a smirk on his face.
“Come on, J. The water is nice.” You motioned your hand to him, inviting him in. He quickly took off his shirt and jumped in after you. You laughed at his eagerness and decided to be a little shit and start splashing him with the water.
“Oh?? So you want to play that game huh?” He said as he tried to duck away from you. You splashed him again in response and you swore you heard a low growl leave his mouth before he disappeared under the water. You tried to swim backward, knowing he was coming for you. What you hadn’t expected was for him to grab you by your feet, sucking you down under the water with him. Your bodies tangled together as you both came up for air. JJ’s hands threatened to tickle you as you wiped away the water from your eyes. You shrieked as you tried to swat his hands away, but his legs were wrapped around your lower body keeping you in place.
“Stop!! You’re gonna make me piss myself JJ.” You yelled as you giggled, desperately trying not to submit.
“Hey, you started this princess.” He laughed as he continued his silly assault on your stomach, knowing it was your most sensitive spot. You tried to tickle him back, but he quickly formed a tight grasp on your hands and gave you a look that send shivers down your spine. His expression quickly softened as he stared into your eyes. He was making you nervous. Before you could question the situation, his lips were crashing into yours. He released your hands and brought his up to cup your face sweetly. You gave in to the kiss momentarily, not being able to resist his soft lips as they moved slowly over yours. But you snapped back into reality and pushed him away.
“JJ, we are friends.” You say and you can see the pain in his eyes, the anger. What the hell was he thinking? You started swimming back toward the boat, leaving him to contemplate what to say next.
“I don’t want to be your fucking friend. I want you. More than you know,” He yelled as you froze in place. You couldn’t believe your ears. “I want to kiss you and make you feel good. I want to feel you around me.”
“You wanna do what?” You turned back to him as he fought through the water to get closer to you.
“You heard me Y/N, I want you.” He quickly closed the distance left in between you and you were trapped. Your back against the boat, and your best friend no more than a foot in front of you.
“You are my best fucking friend JJ. I’m not gonna let you ruin our friendship by becoming another notch in your belt.” You snapped, the anger and fear in your voice making it shaky.
“You’re more than a one-night stand, a one-time hookup, or whatever you want to call it okay. I’m in love with you. I have been since we were fifteen.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, but you still didn’t want to let yourself believe it. Tears threatened to form in the corners of your eyes at the realization.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“The stupid rule.” You knew what rule he was referring to. No pogue on pogue macking. That stupid rule you all made as kids. The rule you all threw out the window long before Kie and Pope finally hooked up. You couldn’t fathom how he let it get in the way of his deep feelings. He could have told you.
“JJ…” You cooed as you stared up into his beautiful blue eyes. You wanted to be hurt. You wanted to be mad. But his confession made your own feelings come to the surface. This man, who you thought was incapable of this type of love was in love with you. And you were in love with him too. His mouth fell open as he was getting ready to speak, but you cut him off by placing your lips back on his. He quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in as close as he could.
The kiss was everything, the perfect mixture of passionate and messy. The emotions you both felt had you on the verge of exploding. You wanted to be with him but also wanted him in the impurest of ways. And you knew he wanted you too when you felt him hard and pressed up against your core as you wrapped your legs around him. He spun you around and pulled away to climb back onto the boat and reached down to help pull you out of the water.
As soon as you were on the boat, he had your back flush on the floorboard hovering over the top of you. He placed wet kisses down your neck as his hands trailed lower to untie your bikini strings. He bit you gently and you giggled, making him smile against your skin. He slid the straps of your top down your shoulders and threw the fabric to the side.
“So god damn gorgeous.” He cooed as his eyes stayed glued to your bare chest. You felt your cheeks flush as he gawked down at you. You let your hands trail down his chiseled body as he worked to remove your bikini bottoms. He finally rid you of that last article of clothing and sat up on his ankles to admire his perfect view. He bit his lip at the way your pussy glistened in the summer sun. “I need to taste you, baby. Just for a second.” He pushed your legs apart, making himself comfortable with his head between your thighs.
“J..” You started to protest but went mute when you felt him drag his tongue down the center of your folds. Your head dipped back and needy whines escaped your lips. He sucked on your clit gently and your back threatened to arch up. He tightened his grip on your hips as he buried his face deeper into your aching pussy. He was so skillful with his mouth, you couldn’t wait anymore. You sat up, fisting your hand in his hair to pull him up your body.
“I need you inside of me now, please.” You begged, completely letting your neediness take over. Your words sparked a fire in him as he struggled to free himself from the confines of his shorts and boxers. Everything happened so fast, before you knew it he was pushing himself inside of you. You both moaned in relief at the feeling of each other. He started slowly thrusting the second he bottomed out, the impatience finally getting to him too.
“Wait JJ, a condom!” In all the chaos neither one of you could remember the sensible thing to do. Be safe.
“I’ll pull out.” He groaned as he buried his face in your neck. You didn’t give it another thought as he continued pumping in and out of you. “Fuck Y/N, you feel so good.” He praised in your ear and you tugged at his fluffy locks. He was hitting spots that were mostly untouched by anyone else before. No guy had ever made you cum before this way but you knew that was about to change as you felt that coil winding tightly in your stomach. JJ could barely handle the way you perfectly squeezed him as he picked up the pace and trailed his hand down to rub your clit.
“Shit, you’re gonna make me cum.” The sentence came out nearly a whisper as pleasure overtook your whole body. He looked down at you, almost confused with your choice of words.
“Aren’t I supposed to do that?” He chuckled and you scrunched your nose at him, trying to hide your embarrassment. He leaned down to capture your lips as he kept edging you closer. You tried hard not to claw at his back as you came undone. He swallowed every cry of pleasure as you reached that peak. The way your walls fluttered around him was too much for him to ward off his own orgasm. Being safe flew completely out the window as he let himself cum inside of you. Neither one of you said a thing in that impulsive moment. He continued to fill you as he helped ride out your release. When he finally stilled inside of you, he had an apologetic look in his eyes as they met yours.
“Shit Y/N, I’m sorry. It felt too good and I got lost in it.” You cupped his cheek sweetly as you looked up at him.
“It’s okay J, I can just take a plan b or something.” He signed in relief as he kissed you once again. “I guess I should probably start birth control now huh?”
“That might be a good idea.” You both giggled as he pulled out of you. He slid his boxers and pants back on as you scanned the boat for your bikini with no luck.
“JJ, where are my clothes?” He looked around before standing at the bow of the boat and busted up laughing. You huffed when you realized that he tossed your bikini into the water amid the chaos of you getting down to business.
“Not funny, you jerk! You have to get those for me.”
“Why though? I happen to like you naked.” You rolled your eyes and pouted. “Okay okay, I’ll get them.” He disappeared into the water and emerged with your teal bikini and you signed in relief, taking the wet material and quickly dressing yourself. JJ climbed back onto the boat, seeming way too eager to get going.
“What are you doing?” You asked as he started driving the boat back towards town.
“I can’t wait to get back and tell everyone you’re finally mine.” You couldn’t help the butterflies you felt at the claim he already had over you.
“They all knew, didn’t they?” You asked, referring to your friends. Of course, they all knew.
“Yeah pretty much.” He nodded and you laughed. You came over and positioned yourself in between him and the wheel with your back pressed up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you drive the boat as he kissed your cheek. “I love you Y/N.”
Notes: Ugh! We are nearing the end of this series and I’m kind of sad about it. Just one more part after this. When last we saw these two, (Y/N) had been made an indecent proposal by her editor Mason. Now it’s time for Matthew to find out.
As always I hope you guys enjoy this. If you do, hit me with some feedback. It’s always welcome. Happy Reading!!!
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Matthew expected that he’d have a message from you after he got off the ice in Detriot. He was looking forward to talking about how your first day went with the production studio. When he looked at his phone though, there was nothing; not a text message, missed call, or even a voicemail. Once he was at the hotel, he rang your number, but there was no answer. He left a message for you to call. To his surprise, there was no message when he woke up in the morning. It seemed completely out of the ordinary for you.
Summary: You and JJ have a pregnancy scare, and he doesn’t exactly react in the way you’d hoped.
You were late. Not a day late, not ‘maybe I miscalculated’ late. Late, late. You’d been so busy lately that it hadn’t really occurred to you until Kie mentioned how bad her PMS had been that month, and when saw your eyes crinkle and then widen, she’d grabbed your arm.
“What was that?”
“What was what?” You asked, trying to seem innocent.
“That look,” she pointed at you, her own eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“There was no look.”
She raised an eyebrow at you and you looked away, trying to think of some way, any way, to change the subject, but there was no way she was going to let you.
“Wait. Are you…” she trailed off, the unsaid question hanging in the air between you two.
Warnings: Drinking, swearing, gambling, smut - oral (M & F receiving), p in v, unintentional unsafe sex
Word Count: 7500
It wasn’t an easy decision.
Flying Taylour to Vegas for the NHL awards would give him more time with Auston, it also meant Tia would have to spend time with Auston. While Tia and Auston have spent limited time together over the past few weeks, and it has gone relatively well, it has been that, limited.
She spent hours toying with the idea of going. Becks came over after having a few celebratory drinks, and they talked for hours. This time instead of Tia talking, Becks did and Tia listened. Becks made zero attempts to persuade her friend either way, instead just talked through all the pros and cons, providing some perspective. Auston didn’t plan on Taylour being there and didn’t have a ticket for him to the awards. The entire Matthews family was going to the show which meant if Tia went she would have to stay and watch Taylour.
When Tia opened her laptop and changed her flight, Becks told her to have fun (it was Vegas after all), but also to be smart, if things felt weird or uncomfortable to just leave and phone her. To not put herself through any more pain.
The next morning her alarm cut through the darkness of her room at an ungodly hour. She forced herself out of bed, only a small amount of regret in picking the earliest flight available and washed her face. Her hair was still relatively straight from the previous day and only needed a quick comb, she applied a light layer of makeup and pulled on a light and flowy two piece dress. Bag packed the night before, she poured herself some coffee, letting Taylour sleep until the last possible second.
He was miserable being woken at 5am. Constantly yawned and whined on the elevator, fussed on the subway and then again on the Pearson-Union train. Worried about Taylour napping in the airport and being awake and cranky for the entire flight, Tia did everything humanly possible to keep him awake. Never letting him sit or watch TV, she tried to distract him with games and talking about Paw Patrol and The Incredibles. He told Tia he was tired, she replied by telling him he was going to see daddy, he said he wanted to sleep and cried. It was a cycle, a horrible, three hour cycle.
It all paid off, because by the time they taxied out to the runway Taylour was asleep, and slept almost the entire flight, which meant Tia could sleep too, something she desperately needed.
Tia didn’t text Auston, thinking he would enjoy the surprise. When she realized how difficult it would be to find Auston at one of Vegas’ biggest hotels, she sent him one while waiting to de-plane. Stepping out of baggage claim it was still on delivered. She sent another while in the taxi, her phone call going to voicemail.
“Where’s Daddy?” Taylour asks the second they step out of the taxi. The warm desert sun beats down on them as Tia pulls a few bills out of her wallet to pay the driver.
“We’re going to find him,” Tia chuckles lightly. Grabbing the suitcase in one hand and Taylour’s in the other, they walk through the doors and into the extravagant lobby. Sheets of marble blanket the floor, dramatic hanging light fixtures, large oversized pillars everywhere.It’s hard to not be overwhelmed walking towards the front desk, and Taylour pointing out every single thing doesn’t help.
“Where are you,” Tia mutters under her breath, hearing Auston’s voicemail yet again.
“Hi, welcome to Mandalay Bay. How may I help you?” the concierge smiles at them.
“I’m here to see my daddy!” Taylour grabs the counter and tries to pull himself up to be seen, earning a chuckle from both Tia and the man on the other side.
“I’m looking for a guest, Auston Matthews,” Tia explains. Releasing the suitcase, she keeps Taylour’s hand in hers.
“Do you have a room number?”
“No.” Tia shakes her head.
“A confirmation number?” he continues to smiles.
“No.” Tia sighs, beginning to realize the fault in her plan.
“I’m sorry ma’am, without that information I can’t even confirm if he is a guest here. You can contact him and –“
“His phone is off.” Releasing Taylour’s hand she pulls out her phone and finds a picture of them together, as if that somehow will help. “I know he’s staying here, and this is his son.”
“I’m sorry ma’am I can’t –“
“Daddy!” Taylour calls out and takes off running through the lobby.
“Taylour!” Auston bends down and Taylour immediately jumps into his arms. Wrapping his arms around Auston’s neck, he buries his head against his shoulder.
“I miss you daddy,” his voice is soft.
“I missed you too,” Auston kisses his forehead. “What are you guys doing here?” he asks when Tia abandons the front desk and joins them.
“He missed you and was miserable,” Tia explains. “I changed our flights so he could see you sooner.”
“That’s awesome T,” he gives her a brief side hug, a large smile evident on his face.
“I tried calling,” she begins to explain.
“My phone is charging,” he turns back to Taylour who excitedly chatters in his arms – wide eyed and beaming.
“What’s that Daddy?” Taylour points down a hall towards the lights and sounds coming from the Casino.
“It’s a place for adults,” Auston replies. Keeping Taylour on his hip he sits on a couch and pulls off his sunglasses. “You’re staying the night?” Auston asks when Tia sits beside him, noticing her suitcase.
“Yeah I figured you’d need someone to watch him during the awards,” she explains.
“Oh, I can get a ticket for him, you can come too if you want,” he offers.
“I don’t want to –“
“You’re not,” he responds, knowing exactly what she was going to say, “I’m offering.” Sensing her hesitation he continues, “You’re both coming, I decided for you.” It’s a bold request given their relationship as of late. If she didn’t show up unexpectedly, he wouldn’t have even considered it. “Let’s go put your bag upstairs then we can go see the fish.”
“Fish!” Taylour’s eyes bug out and excitedly dart to Tia, then back to Auston.
“And turtles, and sharks,” Auston continues to rattle off some of the various species he read after a quick google search of the premises.
“I need to get a room,” Tia explains.
“My room is big enough.” Her pupils dilate and Auston can almost hear the rapidly pounding of her heart against her ribcage. “Just come look, if you don’t think it will work we can get you your own.”
The room is much larger than Tia imagined.
She expected two beds, maybe a chair to the side and a dresser crammed into one space, a small bathroom by the door. The kind of room where you get out of bed and almost walk into the wall, barely any floor space.
Instead there is an actual bedroom with a queen sized bed. The main room feels larger than her apartment back home, with a second queen sized bed and an oversized couch, dresser and a sitting area. The exact kind of room you would expect at a five star hotel on the strip. Excessive. Elaborate. Extravagant.
But, fuck, it has a good view.
The sweeping city views with mountains in the distance was the first thing Tia noticed. Then her eyes began to look around the room and she saw the stunning artwork, fresh flowers and expensive linens.
Taylour instantly jumped onto the bed and dove into the pile of pillows. She wasn’t convinced, trying to evaluate the offer. Yes, there is a separate bedroom, but no matter what Auston would be feet away from her. Close quarters haven't exactly treated them well.
“What do you think?” Auston sits on the edge of the bed, keeping an eye on Taylour who continues to jump on the bed, even though they both told him not to. “Want to stay here?”
“Yes Mommy!” Taylour launches himself off the bed, forcing her to quickly react and catch him.. “Please we stay here!” As if rehearsed it, Taylour’s eyes goes soft and his lips turn into a pout
Those deep brown eyes always did have a way at tugging on her heart strings. Knowing a room in this hotel was significantly more than she wanted to spend, she let out a deep sigh. “Okay.” It is only one night after all. “But I’m staying out here, you get the actual bedroom.”
“No, that’s ridiculous.”
“Auston,” she tries to act firm, but Taylour’s cheering makes her lip slowly curl upwards. “You paid for it, you get the room.”
“Mommy I want to see the fish,” Taylour pipes in.
“You gave birth to a tiny human, you get the room,” Auston counters.
“Mommy I want to see the fish,” Taylour repeats.
“The price for birthing tiny humans is more than a room.”
“Mommy,” Taylour whines.
“Name your price, it’s yours” Auston smiks playfully. Pulling Taylour from Tia he immediately turns his attention to him. “You want to see the fish?”
“Yes!” he squeals.
Not letting Tia fight the decision, he grabs the hotel key from the dresser and walks to the door, holding it open for her. Shaking her head she mutters something about ‘discussing it later’ while walking past him. Stepping into the elevator, a few minutes later they arrive at the door to the aquarium.
Taylour’s head was on a swivel. The jellyfish, the starfish, the octopus, the small fish tanks with various anemones and crustaceans. Completely in awe he didn’t think it could get any better. Then came the tunnel.
Big fish, little fish, colourful fish. He couldn’t fathom everything going on around, sharks and sea turtles swam above them and his jaw dropped.
“Daddy look!” Taylour tugs on his sleeve, pointing above his head a clown fish that swims by the glass. “It’s Nemo!”
“Mhm,” Auston chuckles and picks him up. Pointing to a shark, a nurse shark not a Great White, “and that’s Bruce.”
“That’s not Bruce Daddy!” Taylour giggles.
“You sure?” Auston turns to the shark and back to Taylour, faking a confused look. “I think that’s Bruce.”
“No Daddy,” Taylour’s voice gets louder along with his giggle. “Bruce is bigger, much bigger.” Taking his arms he stretches them out as far as they can go, “he’s this big.”
“Wow, that is really big,” Tia chimes in, grinning to both of them.
Taylour watched some people scuba dive in the shark tank, and was frustrated when they told him he couldn’t go in. Searching for a distraction, they guided him to another area where he could feed sea turtles. By the time the food was gone he had completely forgotten about the shark tank.
Tia and Auston didn’t have time to think about how it felt to be spending time with each other. Maybe it’s because it felt natural to be around the other, or it could have been Taylour’s excitement dragging them in every direction provided a distraction. Either way, any worries or lingering fears were forgotten, and they enjoyed their time together, as a family.
Four hours later they managed to drag Taylour out of the aquarium, but didn’t make it far. The gift shop instantly capturing Taylour’s attention. Every time Taylour asked if he could have something, Auston very quickly answered yes. And every time he said yes, Tia shook her head. And every time she shook her head Auston pretended he didn’t see. Auston bought Taylour two shirts, a cup, and three stuffed animals, all because he ‘had to have them.’
It’s the kind of day they used to dream of, almost.
Knowing he was tired they began the trek back up to the room. Setting Paw Patrol up quietly on the TV, Auston pulled Taylour into his lap and let Tia unpack, knowing she is the kind of person that has to unpack no matter how short the trip. His eyes began to droop and breathing evened out, until finally Taylour was sleeping peacefully in Auston’s arm. Carrying him to the bed, Auston tucked him in beside his new stuffed animals, the large duvet instantly smothering him.
“What’s this?” Tia walks into the living room holding a hanger with a tiny navy blue and grey checkered suit. A suit that is almost identical to Auston’s suit that was hanging beside it in the closet. “Why is there a suit for Taylour in your closet?” Her eyebrows rise.
“Um,” he gulps, trying to think of an excuse. “I forgot to move that to the other closet.”
“It doesn’t explain why you have it,” she stares at him, a free hand on her hip.
“Okay…” he smirks. Knowing there is no way to recover, he heads down the path of transparency. “Becks told me you were coming.”
“What?” Tia laughs, shaking her head.
Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he unlocks it and opens up the conversation. “She text me you better not fuck it up tomorrow,” he reads the text verbatim. “When I asked what she meant she told me you were coming, I wasn’t supposed to tell you though,” he trails off, handing it to her.
Tia briefly scans over the messages and shakes her head before handing it back. “Well, you clearly failed at that.”
“Yeah, when she told me I scrambled to get more tickets and to get him a suit. This one almost matches mine,” he proudly explains. “It was hard to get an exact match being so last minute,” he runs a hand over the fabric, “I think it’s close enough. I don’t think anyone will really be able to tell.”
Of course that was his focus when he found out they were coming to Vegas. Not spending a night with his ex-girlfriend sleeping only feet away. Not having to spend time with said ex-girlfriend after what has happened the last two times they have been in similar situations. But a matching suit for his son, that was his focus.
“I was going to get you something too, but Becks said she packed something.”
“Really?” a crease cuts into her forehead, having not come across anything yet.
Walking back into the bedroom, Tia hangs Taylour’s suit back in the closet. Taking out her toiletries bag she sets it in the bathroom and pulls out the items, she refolds a few of the shirts and places them in a drawer, gradually emptying her suitcase. Once almost emptied she finds a folded piece of paper. Opening it, she immediately recognizes the handwriting:
This dress was made for you, knock ‘em dead.
Becks <3
**
Wearing the lustrous black dress, Tia stood in the bathroom of the hotel. She could hear Paw Patrol playing and Taylour’s periodic laughter while getting ready. Pursing her lips she opted for a pale pink lipstick over bright red. With a dramatic dark eye, contoured and blended canvas, hair straight and sleek, she just needed to grab her heels.
Auston and Taylour were dressed in their suits, jackets folded over the back of a chair as they waited for Tia. His arm draped over the back of the couch, Taylour tucked underneath. He heard the clicking of her heels and turned to meet the sound, jaws dropping and eyes instantly going wide.
“Wow,” it’s all he can say. His words – while barely whispered under his breath – sent a swarm of butterflies to her stomach.
“You clean up well too,” she replies. Turning her attention to Taylour, her heart melts – his curls are styled to the side, a little gel holding them in place, wearing a white dress shirt tucked into his checkered dress pants and a soft blue tie wrapped perfectly around his neck. “This little man definitely steals the show.”
Auston disagrees. Taylour is cute, but Tia is fucking stunning.
The dress is just tight enough, the cut is low enough, straps just thin enough, every part of it is just enough.
**
“It’s just a couple of pictures,” Auston explains when the car stops. The long red carpet, players and their families scattered along it. Easily half a dozen photographers, not to mention fans lining the perimeter. “Wait over there for a sec,” Auston nods to the side. “Once I’m done I’ll get you, there’s a way around all this,” Auston says softly, as if he can sense her stress.
Opening the door and stepping out, he holds his hand for Tia and guides them over to the side. “I’ll be back in one minute,” he grins, placing a kiss on Taylour’s cheek. Walking back to the convoy of cars, he opens a door to the one behind theirs, and helps his mom and sisters out.
“You look stunning,” Christina says, coming up beside her.
“My friend packed it, I didn’t even know I was coming, planned on staying in the hotel tonight,” Tia rambles off, smoothing the fabric over her stomach. “It’s not too much?
“Too much?” Christina gives her a look. “It might not be enough,” she adds with a laugh. “If I had your body I’d be in something tighter and shorter.” With a wink Christina walks down the carpet towards her waiting family.
Auston took pictures with his parents, then his sisters, then his entire family. Alone and to the side, Tia and Taylour watched. Players being ushered down the carpet, designated stops with certain media personnel. If you didn’t know better it would seem chaotic, but everything flows smoothly.
Some players are in crisp and classic black or navy suits, others opted for vibrant colours, and a few Tia wouldn’t think they were players if not for the missing teeth. The women are gorgeous, the kids are loud and laughing, all while her and Taylour wait.
“You ready?” Auston’s blue checkered suit pops up beside her. Pulling Taylour to his hip, he straightens his tie.
“Yeah. You want a picture with him?” Tia offers as he starts towards the side doors, the ones away from fans and media.
“Nah, I think the first picture of him should be one I post.” With one hand finding her back, he guides her to the door, then inside, where he and his family all make their way to their seats – his sisters first, then his parents, Auston and Taylour, and Tia at the end.
“Wow,” Taylour marvels at the size of the theatre.
“It’s cool huh? Auston sits down in the seat, keeping Taylour on his lap.
“Yes.” He nods, glancing up the second deck of seats, then over to the stage, trying to take everything in. The spotlights beating on the stage, the bands performing on the stage, laughing of the crowd, constant clapping. Taylour couldn’t stop staring at everything, Auston gets the feeling this is how he was during the game.
**
“Oh my god,” Auston groans, running one of his large palms over the side of his face. “It was so obvious.”
Unknown to him, when Auston walked out onto the stage for the NHL20 cover athlete announcement there were large sweat stains under both arms. He had been nervous, thousands of people were in front of him, and he also wore a thick, heavy suit. He knew he had been sweating, he just didn’t realize it was visible through all his layers for everyone to see.
“It wasn’t,” she tries to reassure him.
“Tia,” he asserts, glaring at her. Unlocking his phone he pulls up twitter and searches his name, showing her a picture he has already been tagged in. “Not that obvious?” He just blinks. “I fucking soaked through my suit.”
“Okay, it wasn’t great,” she concedes, giving him a sympathetic smile.
“Thanks Tia,” he runs his hands through his hair. “There are a million hockey players in a room and the AC is barely on, what did they expect to happen?” Reaching up Auston grabs his tie and begins to loosen the restrictive material from his neck, following it with a loud groan.
“Okay so a bunch of assholes on Twitter are saying shit. Wasn’t it you who told me to ignore all that bullshit, to not read it?” She tugs the phone from him and presses the lock button. His eyes go wide and she knows he is about to counter her argument. “Besides your biggest fan didn’t notice. He just thought it was so cool” her voice mimics Taylour’s, “that you were on the stage.
Pulling her phone out of her purse, she finds a video and hands it to him, letting him press play.
“Mommy, it’s Daddy!” his voice is loud, a wide proud smile on his face while he points to the stage. Mitch, who is seated in front, and Ema on the other side of Taylour, both turn and smile at him.
“Yeah I see,” Tia says behind the camera.
“Why is he there?” Taylour hasn’t pulled his eyes away from the stage since the video started and he heard Auston’s voice over the loudspeaker.
“Daddy is on the cover of a videogame,” Tia tries to explain, knowing Taylour has zero concept of video games yet.
“DADDY HAS A GAME?!” Taylour’s jaw drops and he finally turns towards Tia and the camera. No response is heard, but Auston assumes there was a nod because he instantly continues, “Can I play his game?”
“It won’t be ready for a little bit, but I’m sure Daddy will play with you when it’s ready.”
The more Auston watches, the wider his smile grows, and what worried him before is forgotten.
“Taylour, along with all the children that call you their favourite player, didn’t notice a thing.”
Auston watched the video for a second time, then he locked her phone and handed it back. “Thanks Tia.”
“Now, we should go save your friend.” She puts her phone back in her purse and eyes to Mitch who is chasing after a giggling Taylour through the hallway.
“Mitch?” Auston throws his head back laughing. “Let them play, Steph will be happy we tired Mitch out for her.”
Instead of retrieving their son, they walk over to his family. Alex and Bree greet Tia, where Ema and Brian just give her fake half smiles after hugging Auston. Tia lingers off to the side, pretending as if the reason is to keep an eye on Taylour, when in all actuality it’s to avoid his parents and pretend there isn’t a heaviness to the air around them. She doesn’t know how much Auston has told them, but with the article and some comments Auston has made about his parents, Tia doesn’t think she is their favourite person.
“You can talk to them.” Alex nudges her elbow and keeps her voice low, Auston still busy in a conversation with his parents. “You know they don’t hate you right?”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Tia replies under her breath, still keeping a watchful eye on Mitch and Taylour.
“They know you didn’t keep Taylour from him. Auston told them.” Alex eyes over to them before bringing her gaze back to Tia. “He didn’t give details, hasn’t really told anyone anything, but they know you didn’t keep Taylour hidden from him.”
“That’s not the only problem they have with me,” Tia replies, keeping her voice barely above a whisper.
“Mom said she’ll watch Taylour if you want a night off,” Auston pops up behind them.
“Oh,” Tia’s eyes find Ema who eagerly awaits her answer. She shouldn’t be surprised. Auston basically spent the last month in Toronto, and even when he finally ventured home it was just a couple days, and Taylour didn’t go with him. The Matthews’ haven’t seen Taylour in a month. “You should enjoy your night in Vegas.”
“We’re too old for Vegas,” Brian jokes.
“And we’d love a night with Taylour,” Ema quickly adds in, playfully nudging Brian.
The whole reason Tia stayed in Vegas was to watch Taylour. Instead she has gone to the NHL awards and has the opportunity for a child free night. Two things she didn’t plan on when leaving Toronto. She can tell his parents want her to say yes. Auston wants her to say yes. If Taylour was there he’d want her to say yes. Everything except the voice in the back of her head tells her to say yes. The voice Becks told her to listen to.
“Only if you’re sure,” she directs her response to Ema and Brian.
“100%.”
Auston and Tia finally went to save Mitch, but Tia instantly realized what Auston meant by ‘saving Taylour.’ Mitch had Taylour upside down, holding only one ankle, laughing and tickling him. Mitch was reluctant to give him back, and Taylour fought it, saying he was having fun with his friend. Once they told him he was going to have a sleepover with his grandparents, he immediately forgot about Mitch and asked Auston if ‘Abla was making tacos.’
They all rode up the elevator, Taylour talking enough that Tia didn’t have to. Maybe Alex was right and they don’t hate her, but they don’t seem overly eager to speak to her, or formulate some kind of relationship, so why should she?
They packed a small bag with pyjamas, a couple books he brought and his toothbrush and said goodbye. Taylour barely even looked back at them as he held Ema’s hand and skipped down the hall, telling her about Geoffrey the monkey he was holding tightly.
Auston changed from his suit into a look Tia actually approved of (not that he asked). A nice button up t-shirt tucked into a pair of ankle pants, his dress shoes being swapped for a pair of crisp white sneakers.
Tia sat on the couch, remembering Becks’ advice from earlier while considering if she was going to join Auston. If it was just her and Auston going to dinner she would have said no, with a group of people she didn’t think it would be weird or uncomfortable, and decided to join them. Really, what could go wrong?
“I’m Steph.” Once in the hotel lobby, a petite blonde tucked under Mitch’s arm greets her.
“Tia,” she politely smiles back, playing along, knowing damn well Steph knows who she is and not only saw her but spent a portion of the game gossiping about her. Multiple times she found Steph and some of her friends glancing in her direction, often following it up with a giggle. Over the past few months Tia had become perceptive of people talking about her, even if they were trying to be discreet.
“You guys didn’t meet at the game?” Mitch asks, Auston stiffens slightly beside her.
“There was a lot of people,” Tia is very quick in her answer, Steph immediately nodding along. “And Taylour was so excited about everything, I was pretty busy with him.”
“Oh.” Mitch believes it. Judging by the squared off shoulders, Tia can tell Auston doesn’t. Nobody has mentioned an argument or some kind of confrontation occurring, but Auston would have to be naïve to think nothing happened after what Claire said at the charity event.
Laughter and conversations got louder as more of the never ending alcohol was consumed. Seated beside Auston, across from Steph, Tia was relatively quiet at first, listening to the ridiculous stories they all had to share. Mitch and Fred fought over who was ‘Taylour’s favourite uncle’ and Tia didn’t get involved, not wanting to tell them that that title is held by Max.
Worried that she was out of her element, Auston would lean down and whisper in her ear, asking if she was okay, to which she always replied yes. It wasn’t a lie, nothing was wrong, she just barely knew anything about them and at times felt out of place.
Part way through Steph leaned over and asked about her dress, which led to them talking about school. Tia told her about school and her new internship with Celeste, Steph told Tia she graduated from Western a year ago. Tia tried to not make an assumption based on that - Western girls had a bit of a reputation after all.
Throughout dinner Tia started to realize her original impression of Steph was correct. She wasn’t gossiping and talking about people like the time before, but Tia realized Steph came with what could almost be described as a sense of entitlement.
It had nothing to do with her new Chanel purse or the iconic red bottom on her heels. Nor did it have anything to do with the hand that never left Mitch, always on his thigh, arm or chest, or the very expensive watch wrapped around her wrist. It was in the story she told of a group of kids stopping them while walking down the Lakeshore to ask for a picture and ‘interupting their walk.’ It was in the whininess about a charity golf tournament Mitch was appearing in conflicted with a vacation she had planned, and now it had to be rescheduled. Something about it, about her, irked Tia the wrong way.
**
Auston didn’t bat an eye when it came time to pay for Tia’s dinner, nor did it phase him to offer her some chips to join in the gambling. Tia being Tia, barely accepted dinner (if his friends weren’t there she would have fought him on it), but drew the line at the chips.
Auston didn’t expect her to accept money to gamble, given her reluctance to accept his help with rent, but was happy when she didn’t immediately follow it up by saying she was going back to the room. Instead she followed him to a Blackjack table, slowly drinking a gin and tonic, she stood behind him and leaned on his shoulder – they laughed and talked, Tia providing him very bad gambling advice.
Auston seemed to know a lot of the people at the table, most of them being players from some team in the league. He introduced Tia to them, and she instantly forgot their names. Fred and William joined in for a bit. She never interacted with Will, he didn’t miss the opportunity to tease her for dating Auston.
Everyone was having a great time.
Moving on to Roulette with a fresh batch of drinks, Tia curled in to be closer. Auston asked her thoughts on where to put chips, obviously she picked 3 and 12 – Taylour’s birthday. The next time he put money on the 2 and 14 for her birthday, and then 9 and 17 for his, following it up by doing all 3 of their birthdays, never once winning.
There was a flushness of her cheeks, a wide grin plastered on her face and constant laughter. At some point any reservations Tia had been harbouring faded and she began to loosen up. The drinks were smooth and plentiful, as the night went on Auston felt Tia leaning into him more and more, her hand dropping down his back.
Her seductive perfume was faintly wafting off her neck, she didn’t swat away his hand when it found her waist, instead she took a step closer. When his hand went lower to her hip she curled under his arm and leaned against his thick thigh, by the time midnight rolled around any person who didn’t know them would have assumed they were dating based solely off the comfortability they had with the other.
“Matts, you’re gonna break a bone if you squeeze her any tighter,” Tyler Seguin teases over the Craps table.
“He knows if he lets her go she’ll never come back,” Mitch joins in.
Heat creeps beneath Tia’s cheeks, and her eyes dart down. Steph, who is beside Mitch shoots Tia a look, eyes accusingly flicking over her. Auston gives a smart reply, something Tia didn’t hear, laughing off their teasing but does nothing to ease up his grip.
“I don’t want you to take your hands off.” She gulps, eyes slowly crawling up from the floor.
“Fuck.” Auston drops his voice and brings his lips close to her ear, wondering if it’s the alcohol or if she truly means it. He hopes she means it. “What should I go with?” He tries to change the topic.
Eyeing the table, and having zero concept of the game or its rules, Tia places a few of his chips on the 7 and faces him.
“Is that okay?” she asks, seeing panic in his eyes.
“No it's fine, just a hard number to get.”
The remainder of the bets are placed and Auston picks up the dice. Bringing them to her lips, Tia grins and softly blows on them for good luck – not noticing the exchange of looks from Fred and Mitch or the judgmental one from Steph. Auston, who suddenly finds himself very thankful for Tia who is shielding the tent growing inside his pants, shakes the dice. Releasing them to watch a 3 and 4 appear.
The night is more of the same. Constant banter from all the players, basically no topic is off limits between them. Steph, who to anyone else would appear nice and bubbly, constantly glances at Tia. Not in a nice way, but in a judgmental, condescending, ‘what the fuck are you doing’ kind of way. After enough drinks Tia doesn’t even notice it, she just smiles and laughs it off.
Slotted between his thighs, with her hand mindlessly running through his hair she leans into him and smiles. “Aus,” her voice is heavy with need.
“Hmm?” He grins back, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.
“Cash out.”
Taking only a second, his eyes graze over her dark brown eyes, and his heart leaps out of his chest. “Yup.”
He almost said fuck it and left the chips on the table, but they patiently waited at the cashier’s line, not so patiently waited for the elevator, and were both wrecked with anticipation by the time they were outside the room.
He wasted no time.
The second the door closed his lips were on hers, caging her to the wall. She moaned when he dug his nails into her hips, gasped when one moved up to cup her breast, breathing getting heavier and the air getting hotter.
One of her hands slithered down his chest and tugs on his shirt, releasing it from his pants. Her manicured nails gently rake over his stomach as she works to undo the bottom two buttons of his shirt. His lips are on her neck, hot sloppy kisses being plastered on any skin he can find, grinning as she fumbles with his belt. Finally getting it unbuckled to slide the zipper down, she creates just enough space for a hand to enter, rubbing him over the tenting fabric of his boxers.
The hand on her hip slips down and through the slit of her dress to find the thin lace covering her core.
“Mmm, so wet,” he praises when he moves her panties to the side and smears his fingers through her pussy lips. A heavy breathy moan catches in her throat as two fingers play with her folds, choosing not to penetrate her yet. His other hand trails upward, finding the zipper and forcefully yanking it down. Pulling her arms from the thin straps, the smooth fabric drops off her body, leaving her in purple lace panties and a nude coloured backless adhesive bra.
“What is this thing?” Auston basically stops everything to examine the bra affixed to her breasts. Bringing his hand up, he touches the side of the adhesive, gently flicking the corner off the skin.
“It’s a bra for when you can’t wear a normal one,” Tia explains, watching his face scrunch up.
“It doesn’t have a clasp,” he says more so to himself than her. “How do you take it off?” He turns her to the side to get a better look. “Do you just yank it?”
“NO!” She is fast in her response. “Unless you want to hurt them, you pull it off nicely.”
“I don’t want to hurt them,” he smirks at her. Eyes getting dark, he carefully peels the plunging bra from her body, her perky breasts slowly becoming exposed.
Tia stood there for a minute, letting him drink his fill of her. Then she inched towards him to work on the remaining shirt buttons, sliding them from their holes. Shoving it off his broad shoulders, her fingers gently trace over the inked artwork on display to her.
Auston lets it fall into the growing pile of clothes, and brings his lips down to her neck, “definitely don’t want to hurt them.”
“Shit,” she gasps when sucks harshly at her skin. It was almost animalistic, the way he attacks her, a predator searching out its prey. More gin than logic coursing through their veins, neither one thinks twice as she shoves his pants down his thighs, letting them land in a pile around his ankles.
“Fuck T,” he groans, making her giggle.
Grabbing handfuls of his shirt she spins and presses him against the door, dropping to her knees, dragging his boxers down with her. His length smacks against his stomach, a few beads of pre-cum dripping off the bulbous tip. Auston watches her doe-eyes flick up to his and back down in front of her.
Slipping her tongue out, she swirls it around his oozing tip, starting off with a tease. Making sure to grab a handful of her hair, he tugs it back, giving himself a perfect view of her slowly and meticulously bobbing on his length. He tries to keep his eyes on her, but when she traces her tongue from the base to the tip, they flutter closed, getting lost in pleasure. She always took him so well, knew exactly what to do and when to do it, the order in which to do it, every detail about him was second nature to her.
His laboured breathing is an indication his high is near, but the harsh tug on her hair further reassured it. Smiling around his length she prepares to massage his balls, the final piece needed to send him off the edge, when he forces her off and up to her feet, a dribble of spit running down her chin and landing on her breast.
Bending down to grab handfuls of her ass, he carries her to the bed and abruptly drops her, smirking when she shrieks. He wastes no time at all, his large frame looming over hers, nipping and biting her neck, breasts, stomach, working his way down. Enjoying the moans and whispered curse words, he takes his time, wishing he never had to stop. Upon reaching the skimpy purple lace that’s doing nothing to hide her arousal, he rises to his knees, keeping direct eye contact, he slooowly drags the fabric down her legs.
That alone makes Tia drip.
Tossing it aside, he places a soft kiss to the inside of her knee, and another one slightly higher, and higher and higher. Tia is soaked, and he has barely touched her, edging his way up her legs, gradually making it to where she needs him most. His scruff burns against her pussy - perfectly smooth from her recent shifts at the club, her entire body trembling in anticipation.
“What do you want T?” Auston muses, knowing exactly what she wants.
“Aus,” she throws her other leg over his shoulder, pinning him to her core.
Chuckling at her subtlety, he places a soft kiss beside her pussy lips, then to the other side. Soft kisses and kitten licks, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, grinning every time she squirms underneath him. The second he pokes his tongue out, licking up her anticipation, her breath hitches and he firmly grips her hips, pinning her to the mattress.
Splitting her folds open, his nose nestles against her clit and he buries himself in her warmth. He knows what she likes, and immediately starts doing it. Flicking his tongue a slew of curse words begin to fill the air. Fisting the sheets, she fights the hold on her hips, writhing under him as the coil rapidly tightens. His mouth always was pure magic.
Auston doesn’t let up, hands or mouth. The moans and whimpers, squirming and tightening of the knees around his head, it’s all driving him insane. Bucking her hips against his mouth she grabs the back of his head and smothers his face against her heat. His painfully hard erection twitching with every curse word tumbling from her lips. As much as Tia is enjoying herself, Auston would argue he is more.
“Shit.” A mixture of curse words, moans and his name spill from her lips as her orgasm erupts and warmth coats his tongue. With long licks, he laps the mess, not easing his grip until every drop is gone.
Climbing up, a sticky mess glistening off his scruff, he smiles widely. “I love how good you taste.” He places a sloppy kiss on her lips, sliding a tongue coated in her flavour into her mouth. “Sweet as honey.”
Grabbing a condom from his wallet, he rolls it over his length. With a hand on his cock, the other on her hip, he’s about to guide himself in when her hands push him off.
“I want to be on top,” she asserts. And who is Auston to say no?
Flipping onto his back, his heart thunders with anticipation as Tia straddles him. Winking at him, she watches his abs flex and then guides his length through her heat. “Jesus T,” he groans, filling her to the brim.
His hands return to her hips, hers find his chest. She wants control and he lets her have it. His eyes flicking from her bouncing breasts to between their bodies, watching his cock slowly disappear as she rides him. It's slow but deep, his cock always finding her sweet spot.
“Fuck.” A sigh escapes her lips when Auston thrusts his hips, each one more forceful, deeper than the last. “Yes, right there Aus.”
Bucking his hips again, he hits the spot that is slowly making her unravel. “Right here T?” he smirks.
Her response is more of a whimper than anything. A few beads of sweat roll down the valley of her breasts that bounce with every thrust, moans getting louder and louder. Softly scraping her nails over his stomach, tracing over the curves of his abs, she presses her palm in for additional stability, bouncing on his cock.
Perfect. She looks absolutely perfect. Auston wants to engrain this image in his mind so he never forgets.
The way her eyes flutter shut and her breathing gets heavier, Auston can tell she is close. He springs up to kiss her, but not for long, his lips moving to her neck. With heavy breathing he cups her ass, taking back some control he relinquished earlier. The sound that claws past her lips, the sudden jolt of her body, all an indication she is closer than either one realized. His breath fans her collarbone and neck as he peppers any available skin he can find with warm open mouth kisses.
Her arms drape around his neck and nails scratch along his shoulder blades. “Aus,” she breathes out, and he just grunts in response knowing he is close. Sweaty bodies, hands tangled in hair, she bites her bottom lip, everything getting blurry.
A slight change in sensation as he guides her on his length sends Auston right to the edge. Her moans become broken, vocal chords cracking through the pleasure eviscerating her body.
“I love you T,” Auston softly whispers in her ear. Before she can process the weight of it, he snakes one hand between them and connects it to her clit. The contact earns him a loud gasp, their orgasms simultaneously erupting. A few shallow, sloppy thrusts and the two of them still, wrapped in the other’s arms, her juices spirting out around his cock,
Tia is the first to move. It takes a few minutes of heavy, ragged breathing, but eventually she forces herself off his softening cock. Drenched in sweat, her legs wobble like a baby deer as she walks to the bathroom, leaving Auston alone on the bed. It’s only then he realizes.
Moments later Tia is in one of his shirts with a freshly washed face and heavy eyes. Cleaning up, Auston crawls under the duvet behind her and places a kiss to her cheek, only being met by a faint moan.
“T,” he whispers. When she doesn’t respond he kisses her again and calls her name louder, finally earning a mumbled ‘yeah.’
“The uh…the condom broke babe.”
“Hmm,” she meekly replies. “S’okay.”
“We’ll talk tomorrow.”
Tia didn’t respond, having already drifted off. Auston will talk to her in the morning, for now he wraps his arms around her and fills the space behind her.
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summary: tilly and indie are both struck with a case of the sniffles which leads to both mama and baby getting stressed out. as tilly won’t stop crying, indie reaches her breaking point and calls on jj for some support.
warnings: swearing.
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Being a parent, especially to a new born, wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows or snuggles and holding onto tiny, little hands as Indie was about to find out; more often than not it was sleepless nights, never-ending runny noses, high temperatures and running fevers, crying wails that could most definitely wake the dead, fussing over feeding, disrupted sleep routines, and clinging on to mom for dear life. It was, for absolute sure, a rollercoaster in which the track was unpredictable and threw rapid changes of direction and steep descents out when you least expected it.
Tilly was, for the first time in her life, sick. Her little, chubby cheeks were flushed a permanent shade of rouge and her tiny, button nose was stuffed up — however, it still seemed to run constantly and incessantly. It was gross, to say the very least, and Indie spent a significant amount of her time wiping away the never-ending, green snot bubbles that dripped from her nose. The poor, little mite had also been running a fever since last night and was uncomfortable in anything more than just a little vest and her diaper. She had also turned dramatically fussy with her feeding; Tilly was typically a baby who loved her breast milk and suckled on Indie’s nipple to her heart’s content. She wasn’t a stranger to a milk coma, to put it quite plainly. Yet, had refused to feed at all since her four o’clock feed beyond half a bottle of warmed-up breast milk, which she spat back up several minutes later.
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A/n: This was literally a dream I had. I thought there would be some people on here who would appreciate me sharing it.
Warnings: smut, unedited,
You and JJ had always been clingy best friends. To be fair, you were clingy with everyone, JJ just reciprocated it more than anyone else did. So, you were both always all over each other. Physical touch was your love language and it seemed that JJ was the one who could never be bothered by it. So, you were snuggle buddies. A term that you had given yourselves that JJ had found ridiculously amusing.
You lay with JJ in the hammock outside of the Chateau. By with, it was more like on top of. Your legs were on either side of his hips and your head rested beside your hands on his chest. He had one arm wrapped around you, holding you to him, while the other manned the blunt hanging from his lips. You were nearly asleep. The soft summer night breeze and amazing beach weather mixed with the smell of JJ was enough to have your eyes dropping in seconds, let alone the hours you'd spent in the swaying hammock.
After a while JJ began to squirm under you. You slid back thinking that he was just trying to reposition and get more comfortable, but when your core brushed directly over his bulge you knew differently. JJ bit his lip when you looked up at him through tired eyes. "Sorry." He mumbled, embarrassed that you had found him out. You hummed, laying your head back on his chest and grinding down against him once. His breathing hitched and his arm came around to grip you tighter. "Y/n?"
"Want me to warm you? Be more comfortable..." You mumbled sleepily. JJ stared down at you in shock, wondering if you were delirious. At his lack of response you looked up at him once more, raising a brow slightly. "Oh, um, you were serious?" The realization only made his shorts grow tighter. You laid your head back down on his chest, nodding against him. "Mhm, go ahead. You can take my shorts off or whatever. The blanket should cover us."
JJ couldn't hardly believe his ears. Were you really about to let him sit inside of you? He set his blunt between his lips, holding it there while he reached down to undress the both of you. You lifted up, helping him remove your shorts and underwear. He set them aside, unzipping his pants and sliding them and his boxers down far enough to pull his cock out. You climbed back up on top of him, sinking down on his dick while he hissed. God, you felt amazing. You laid back down just like you had been earlier. It was almost as if you didn't have your best friend sitting balls deep inside of you.
"If it gets to be too much, you can fuck me if you'd like. I'm going to take a nap." There was no way this was actually happening. His best friend, the girl he'd been pinning over for years, was sitting on his cock while she slept. This couldn't be real. But God, did it feel real. He laid there for a while, smoking his blunt and enjoying the way you felt wrapped around him. But when you started to move in your sleep, circling your hips ever so slightly while your walls contracted around him, he couldn't lay still any longer.
He thought about your words from earlier. Were you really fine with him taking you while you slept? You squeezed him again and his hips bucked involuntarily up in to you. You whimpered softly, stirring from your slumber to look up at him. "Sorry. I didn't mean to." You smiled, closing your eyes and placing a sweet kiss to his neck as you laid back down. "It's okay, I meant what I said. If you need me, JJ, just take me. Whenever, I don't mind." He nodded, beginning to slowly thrust up into you.
By whenever, did you mean like whenever whenever? Or like whenever tonight? JJ really hoped it was the first one, but right now he was far too caught up in the pleasure to ask. He groaned as your pussy squeezed around his cock. You were awake this time, you had meant to do that. You ground your hips down to meet his every thrust, pleasure overwhelming the both of you, but you were only focused on him. You sat up, ridding yourself of your shirt and adding it to the pile of clothes beside you on the hammock. JJ groaned at the sight of your tits, bouncing with his every thrust. You had decided to go braless that morning.
Your hands reached down to tug off his shirt as well. JJ lifted up, helping you remove the fabric from his body. You ran your hands over his bare chest, bouncing on his dick as your nails drug over the flesh of his nipples. He moaned out at the sensation, his movements faltering. "Fuck! Y/n/n, I'm going to cum!" You clenched around him once more, earning another breathless sound from the boy. "Go, ahead, JJ." He thrust up in to you harder, gripping your hips for dear life. "Fuck, where do you want it?"
"Wherever you do, J." You watched his eyes screw shut, his jaw clenching. He was so hot like this. "Can I cum...can I cum in your pussy?" You reached down, placing a kiss to his lips. "Yes, JJ. Cum in my pussy. Come on, cum for me." You were so close, the tip of his dick continuously hitting your g-spot. "Fuck!" He moaned, shooting his cum deep inside of you. The sensation itself was enough to have you following right after. His thumb toying with your clit to help you through it. "Fuck, JJ." You moaned, your head falling back against his chest, his dick still inside of you.
You picked up his blunt from where he'd dropped it, smiling when you saw that it was still lit. You put it to your lips, taking a drag while he watched you intently. Your mixed released dripping out of you and down both of your thighs. JJ groaned at the feeling, at the sight of you still naked on top of him, still on his cock. You smiled, removing the blunt from your lips to lean down and place another kiss to his. His tongue drug along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You granted it, letting him explore the cavern of your mouth. When you pulled away, you were both breathless.
Warnings: Drinking, swearing, gambling, smut - oral (M & F receiving), p in v, unintentional unsafe sex
Word Count: 7500
It wasn’t an easy decision.
Flying Taylour to Vegas for the NHL awards would give him more time with Auston, it also meant Tia would have to spend time with Auston. While Tia and Auston have spent limited time together over the past few weeks, and it has gone relatively well, it has been that, limited.
She spent hours toying with the idea of going. Becks came over after having a few celebratory drinks, and they talked for hours. This time instead of Tia talking, Becks did and Tia listened. Becks made zero attempts to persuade her friend either way, instead just talked through all the pros and cons, providing some perspective. Auston didn’t plan on Taylour being there and didn’t have a ticket for him to the awards. The entire Matthews family was going to the show which meant if Tia went she would have to stay and watch Taylour.
When Tia opened her laptop and changed her flight, Becks told her to have fun (it was Vegas after all), but also to be smart, if things felt weird or uncomfortable to just leave and phone her. To not put herself through any more pain.
The next morning her alarm cut through the darkness of her room at an ungodly hour. She forced herself out of bed, only a small amount of regret in picking the earliest flight available and washed her face. Her hair was still relatively straight from the previous day and only needed a quick comb, she applied a light layer of makeup and pulled on a light and flowy two piece dress. Bag packed the night before, she poured herself some coffee, letting Taylour sleep until the last possible second.
He was miserable being woken at 5am. Constantly yawned and whined on the elevator, fussed on the subway and then again on the Pearson-Union train. Worried about Taylour napping in the airport and being awake and cranky for the entire flight, Tia did everything humanly possible to keep him awake. Never letting him sit or watch TV, she tried to distract him with games and talking about Paw Patrol and The Incredibles. He told Tia he was tired, she replied by telling him he was going to see daddy, he said he wanted to sleep and cried. It was a cycle, a horrible, three hour cycle.
It all paid off, because by the time they taxied out to the runway Taylour was asleep, and slept almost the entire flight, which meant Tia could sleep too, something she desperately needed.
Tia didn’t text Auston, thinking he would enjoy the surprise. When she realized how difficult it would be to find Auston at one of Vegas’ biggest hotels, she sent him one while waiting to de-plane. Stepping out of baggage claim it was still on delivered. She sent another while in the taxi, her phone call going to voicemail.
“Where’s Daddy?” Taylour asks the second they step out of the taxi. The warm desert sun beats down on them as Tia pulls a few bills out of her wallet to pay the driver.
“We’re going to find him,” Tia chuckles lightly. Grabbing the suitcase in one hand and Taylour’s in the other, they walk through the doors and into the extravagant lobby. Sheets of marble blanket the floor, dramatic hanging light fixtures, large oversized pillars everywhere.It’s hard to not be overwhelmed walking towards the front desk, and Taylour pointing out every single thing doesn’t help.
“Where are you,” Tia mutters under her breath, hearing Auston’s voicemail yet again.
“Hi, welcome to Mandalay Bay. How may I help you?” the concierge smiles at them.
“I’m here to see my daddy!” Taylour grabs the counter and tries to pull himself up to be seen, earning a chuckle from both Tia and the man on the other side.
“I’m looking for a guest, Auston Matthews,” Tia explains. Releasing the suitcase, she keeps Taylour’s hand in hers.
“Do you have a room number?”
“No.” Tia shakes her head.
“A confirmation number?” he continues to smiles.
“No.” Tia sighs, beginning to realize the fault in her plan.
“I’m sorry ma’am, without that information I can’t even confirm if he is a guest here. You can contact him and –“
“His phone is off.” Releasing Taylour’s hand she pulls out her phone and finds a picture of them together, as if that somehow will help. “I know he’s staying here, and this is his son.”
“I’m sorry ma’am I can’t –“
“Daddy!” Taylour calls out and takes off running through the lobby.
“Taylour!” Auston bends down and Taylour immediately jumps into his arms. Wrapping his arms around Auston’s neck, he buries his head against his shoulder.
“I miss you daddy,” his voice is soft.
“I missed you too,” Auston kisses his forehead. “What are you guys doing here?” he asks when Tia abandons the front desk and joins them.
“He missed you and was miserable,” Tia explains. “I changed our flights so he could see you sooner.”
“That’s awesome T,” he gives her a brief side hug, a large smile evident on his face.
“I tried calling,” she begins to explain.
“My phone is charging,” he turns back to Taylour who excitedly chatters in his arms – wide eyed and beaming.
“What’s that Daddy?” Taylour points down a hall towards the lights and sounds coming from the Casino.
“It’s a place for adults,” Auston replies. Keeping Taylour on his hip he sits on a couch and pulls off his sunglasses. “You’re staying the night?” Auston asks when Tia sits beside him, noticing her suitcase.
“Yeah I figured you’d need someone to watch him during the awards,” she explains.
“Oh, I can get a ticket for him, you can come too if you want,” he offers.
“I don’t want to –“
“You’re not,” he responds, knowing exactly what she was going to say, “I’m offering.” Sensing her hesitation he continues, “You’re both coming, I decided for you.” It’s a bold request given their relationship as of late. If she didn’t show up unexpectedly, he wouldn’t have even considered it. “Let’s go put your bag upstairs then we can go see the fish.”
“Fish!” Taylour’s eyes bug out and excitedly dart to Tia, then back to Auston.
“And turtles, and sharks,” Auston continues to rattle off some of the various species he read after a quick google search of the premises.
“I need to get a room,” Tia explains.
“My room is big enough.” Her pupils dilate and Auston can almost hear the rapidly pounding of her heart against her ribcage. “Just come look, if you don’t think it will work we can get you your own.”
The room is much larger than Tia imagined.
She expected two beds, maybe a chair to the side and a dresser crammed into one space, a small bathroom by the door. The kind of room where you get out of bed and almost walk into the wall, barely any floor space.
Instead there is an actual bedroom with a queen sized bed. The main room feels larger than her apartment back home, with a second queen sized bed and an oversized couch, dresser and a sitting area. The exact kind of room you would expect at a five star hotel on the strip. Excessive. Elaborate. Extravagant.
But, fuck, it has a good view.
The sweeping city views with mountains in the distance was the first thing Tia noticed. Then her eyes began to look around the room and she saw the stunning artwork, fresh flowers and expensive linens.
Taylour instantly jumped onto the bed and dove into the pile of pillows. She wasn’t convinced, trying to evaluate the offer. Yes, there is a separate bedroom, but no matter what Auston would be feet away from her. Close quarters haven't exactly treated them well.
“What do you think?” Auston sits on the edge of the bed, keeping an eye on Taylour who continues to jump on the bed, even though they both told him not to. “Want to stay here?”
“Yes Mommy!” Taylour launches himself off the bed, forcing her to quickly react and catch him.. “Please we stay here!” As if rehearsed it, Taylour’s eyes goes soft and his lips turn into a pout
Those deep brown eyes always did have a way at tugging on her heart strings. Knowing a room in this hotel was significantly more than she wanted to spend, she let out a deep sigh. “Okay.” It is only one night after all. “But I’m staying out here, you get the actual bedroom.”
“No, that’s ridiculous.”
“Auston,” she tries to act firm, but Taylour’s cheering makes her lip slowly curl upwards. “You paid for it, you get the room.”
“Mommy I want to see the fish,” Taylour pipes in.
“You gave birth to a tiny human, you get the room,” Auston counters.
“Mommy I want to see the fish,” Taylour repeats.
“The price for birthing tiny humans is more than a room.”
“Mommy,” Taylour whines.
“Name your price, it’s yours” Auston smiks playfully. Pulling Taylour from Tia he immediately turns his attention to him. “You want to see the fish?”
“Yes!” he squeals.
Not letting Tia fight the decision, he grabs the hotel key from the dresser and walks to the door, holding it open for her. Shaking her head she mutters something about ‘discussing it later’ while walking past him. Stepping into the elevator, a few minutes later they arrive at the door to the aquarium.
Taylour’s head was on a swivel. The jellyfish, the starfish, the octopus, the small fish tanks with various anemones and crustaceans. Completely in awe he didn’t think it could get any better. Then came the tunnel.
Big fish, little fish, colourful fish. He couldn’t fathom everything going on around, sharks and sea turtles swam above them and his jaw dropped.
“Daddy look!” Taylour tugs on his sleeve, pointing above his head a clown fish that swims by the glass. “It’s Nemo!”
“Mhm,” Auston chuckles and picks him up. Pointing to a shark, a nurse shark not a Great White, “and that’s Bruce.”
“That’s not Bruce Daddy!” Taylour giggles.
“You sure?” Auston turns to the shark and back to Taylour, faking a confused look. “I think that’s Bruce.”
“No Daddy,” Taylour’s voice gets louder along with his giggle. “Bruce is bigger, much bigger.” Taking his arms he stretches them out as far as they can go, “he’s this big.”
“Wow, that is really big,” Tia chimes in, grinning to both of them.
Taylour watched some people scuba dive in the shark tank, and was frustrated when they told him he couldn’t go in. Searching for a distraction, they guided him to another area where he could feed sea turtles. By the time the food was gone he had completely forgotten about the shark tank.
Tia and Auston didn’t have time to think about how it felt to be spending time with each other. Maybe it’s because it felt natural to be around the other, or it could have been Taylour’s excitement dragging them in every direction provided a distraction. Either way, any worries or lingering fears were forgotten, and they enjoyed their time together, as a family.
Four hours later they managed to drag Taylour out of the aquarium, but didn’t make it far. The gift shop instantly capturing Taylour’s attention. Every time Taylour asked if he could have something, Auston very quickly answered yes. And every time he said yes, Tia shook her head. And every time she shook her head Auston pretended he didn’t see. Auston bought Taylour two shirts, a cup, and three stuffed animals, all because he ‘had to have them.’
It’s the kind of day they used to dream of, almost.
Knowing he was tired they began the trek back up to the room. Setting Paw Patrol up quietly on the TV, Auston pulled Taylour into his lap and let Tia unpack, knowing she is the kind of person that has to unpack no matter how short the trip. His eyes began to droop and breathing evened out, until finally Taylour was sleeping peacefully in Auston’s arm. Carrying him to the bed, Auston tucked him in beside his new stuffed animals, the large duvet instantly smothering him.
“What’s this?” Tia walks into the living room holding a hanger with a tiny navy blue and grey checkered suit. A suit that is almost identical to Auston’s suit that was hanging beside it in the closet. “Why is there a suit for Taylour in your closet?” Her eyebrows rise.
“Um,” he gulps, trying to think of an excuse. “I forgot to move that to the other closet.”
“It doesn’t explain why you have it,” she stares at him, a free hand on her hip.
“Okay…” he smirks. Knowing there is no way to recover, he heads down the path of transparency. “Becks told me you were coming.”
“What?” Tia laughs, shaking her head.
Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he unlocks it and opens up the conversation. “She text me you better not fuck it up tomorrow,” he reads the text verbatim. “When I asked what she meant she told me you were coming, I wasn’t supposed to tell you though,” he trails off, handing it to her.
Tia briefly scans over the messages and shakes her head before handing it back. “Well, you clearly failed at that.”
“Yeah, when she told me I scrambled to get more tickets and to get him a suit. This one almost matches mine,” he proudly explains. “It was hard to get an exact match being so last minute,” he runs a hand over the fabric, “I think it’s close enough. I don’t think anyone will really be able to tell.”
Of course that was his focus when he found out they were coming to Vegas. Not spending a night with his ex-girlfriend sleeping only feet away. Not having to spend time with said ex-girlfriend after what has happened the last two times they have been in similar situations. But a matching suit for his son, that was his focus.
“I was going to get you something too, but Becks said she packed something.”
“Really?” a crease cuts into her forehead, having not come across anything yet.
Walking back into the bedroom, Tia hangs Taylour’s suit back in the closet. Taking out her toiletries bag she sets it in the bathroom and pulls out the items, she refolds a few of the shirts and places them in a drawer, gradually emptying her suitcase. Once almost emptied she finds a folded piece of paper. Opening it, she immediately recognizes the handwriting:
This dress was made for you, knock ‘em dead.
Becks <3
**
Wearing the lustrous black dress, Tia stood in the bathroom of the hotel. She could hear Paw Patrol playing and Taylour’s periodic laughter while getting ready. Pursing her lips she opted for a pale pink lipstick over bright red. With a dramatic dark eye, contoured and blended canvas, hair straight and sleek, she just needed to grab her heels.
Auston and Taylour were dressed in their suits, jackets folded over the back of a chair as they waited for Tia. His arm draped over the back of the couch, Taylour tucked underneath. He heard the clicking of her heels and turned to meet the sound, jaws dropping and eyes instantly going wide.
“Wow,” it’s all he can say. His words – while barely whispered under his breath – sent a swarm of butterflies to her stomach.
“You clean up well too,” she replies. Turning her attention to Taylour, her heart melts – his curls are styled to the side, a little gel holding them in place, wearing a white dress shirt tucked into his checkered dress pants and a soft blue tie wrapped perfectly around his neck. “This little man definitely steals the show.”
Auston disagrees. Taylour is cute, but Tia is fucking stunning.
The dress is just tight enough, the cut is low enough, straps just thin enough, every part of it is just enough.
**
“It’s just a couple of pictures,” Auston explains when the car stops. The long red carpet, players and their families scattered along it. Easily half a dozen photographers, not to mention fans lining the perimeter. “Wait over there for a sec,” Auston nods to the side. “Once I’m done I’ll get you, there’s a way around all this,” Auston says softly, as if he can sense her stress.
Opening the door and stepping out, he holds his hand for Tia and guides them over to the side. “I’ll be back in one minute,” he grins, placing a kiss on Taylour’s cheek. Walking back to the convoy of cars, he opens a door to the one behind theirs, and helps his mom and sisters out.
“You look stunning,” Christina says, coming up beside her.
“My friend packed it, I didn’t even know I was coming, planned on staying in the hotel tonight,” Tia rambles off, smoothing the fabric over her stomach. “It’s not too much?
“Too much?” Christina gives her a look. “It might not be enough,” she adds with a laugh. “If I had your body I’d be in something tighter and shorter.” With a wink Christina walks down the carpet towards her waiting family.
Auston took pictures with his parents, then his sisters, then his entire family. Alone and to the side, Tia and Taylour watched. Players being ushered down the carpet, designated stops with certain media personnel. If you didn’t know better it would seem chaotic, but everything flows smoothly.
Some players are in crisp and classic black or navy suits, others opted for vibrant colours, and a few Tia wouldn’t think they were players if not for the missing teeth. The women are gorgeous, the kids are loud and laughing, all while her and Taylour wait.
“You ready?” Auston’s blue checkered suit pops up beside her. Pulling Taylour to his hip, he straightens his tie.
“Yeah. You want a picture with him?” Tia offers as he starts towards the side doors, the ones away from fans and media.
“Nah, I think the first picture of him should be one I post.” With one hand finding her back, he guides her to the door, then inside, where he and his family all make their way to their seats – his sisters first, then his parents, Auston and Taylour, and Tia at the end.
“Wow,” Taylour marvels at the size of the theatre.
“It’s cool huh? Auston sits down in the seat, keeping Taylour on his lap.
“Yes.” He nods, glancing up the second deck of seats, then over to the stage, trying to take everything in. The spotlights beating on the stage, the bands performing on the stage, laughing of the crowd, constant clapping. Taylour couldn’t stop staring at everything, Auston gets the feeling this is how he was during the game.
**
“Oh my god,” Auston groans, running one of his large palms over the side of his face. “It was so obvious.”
Unknown to him, when Auston walked out onto the stage for the NHL20 cover athlete announcement there were large sweat stains under both arms. He had been nervous, thousands of people were in front of him, and he also wore a thick, heavy suit. He knew he had been sweating, he just didn’t realize it was visible through all his layers for everyone to see.
“It wasn’t,” she tries to reassure him.
“Tia,” he asserts, glaring at her. Unlocking his phone he pulls up twitter and searches his name, showing her a picture he has already been tagged in. “Not that obvious?” He just blinks. “I fucking soaked through my suit.”
“Okay, it wasn’t great,” she concedes, giving him a sympathetic smile.
“Thanks Tia,” he runs his hands through his hair. “There are a million hockey players in a room and the AC is barely on, what did they expect to happen?” Reaching up Auston grabs his tie and begins to loosen the restrictive material from his neck, following it with a loud groan.
“Okay so a bunch of assholes on Twitter are saying shit. Wasn’t it you who told me to ignore all that bullshit, to not read it?” She tugs the phone from him and presses the lock button. His eyes go wide and she knows he is about to counter her argument. “Besides your biggest fan didn’t notice. He just thought it was so cool” her voice mimics Taylour’s, “that you were on the stage.
Pulling her phone out of her purse, she finds a video and hands it to him, letting him press play.
“Mommy, it’s Daddy!” his voice is loud, a wide proud smile on his face while he points to the stage. Mitch, who is seated in front, and Ema on the other side of Taylour, both turn and smile at him.
“Yeah I see,” Tia says behind the camera.
“Why is he there?” Taylour hasn’t pulled his eyes away from the stage since the video started and he heard Auston’s voice over the loudspeaker.
“Daddy is on the cover of a videogame,” Tia tries to explain, knowing Taylour has zero concept of video games yet.
“DADDY HAS A GAME?!” Taylour’s jaw drops and he finally turns towards Tia and the camera. No response is heard, but Auston assumes there was a nod because he instantly continues, “Can I play his game?”
“It won’t be ready for a little bit, but I’m sure Daddy will play with you when it’s ready.”
The more Auston watches, the wider his smile grows, and what worried him before is forgotten.
“Taylour, along with all the children that call you their favourite player, didn’t notice a thing.”
Auston watched the video for a second time, then he locked her phone and handed it back. “Thanks Tia.”
“Now, we should go save your friend.” She puts her phone back in her purse and eyes to Mitch who is chasing after a giggling Taylour through the hallway.
“Mitch?” Auston throws his head back laughing. “Let them play, Steph will be happy we tired Mitch out for her.”
Instead of retrieving their son, they walk over to his family. Alex and Bree greet Tia, where Ema and Brian just give her fake half smiles after hugging Auston. Tia lingers off to the side, pretending as if the reason is to keep an eye on Taylour, when in all actuality it’s to avoid his parents and pretend there isn’t a heaviness to the air around them. She doesn’t know how much Auston has told them, but with the article and some comments Auston has made about his parents, Tia doesn’t think she is their favourite person.
“You can talk to them.” Alex nudges her elbow and keeps her voice low, Auston still busy in a conversation with his parents. “You know they don’t hate you right?”
“Could’ve fooled me,” Tia replies under her breath, still keeping a watchful eye on Mitch and Taylour.
“They know you didn’t keep Taylour from him. Auston told them.” Alex eyes over to them before bringing her gaze back to Tia. “He didn’t give details, hasn’t really told anyone anything, but they know you didn’t keep Taylour hidden from him.”
“That’s not the only problem they have with me,” Tia replies, keeping her voice barely above a whisper.
“Mom said she’ll watch Taylour if you want a night off,” Auston pops up behind them.
“Oh,” Tia’s eyes find Ema who eagerly awaits her answer. She shouldn’t be surprised. Auston basically spent the last month in Toronto, and even when he finally ventured home it was just a couple days, and Taylour didn’t go with him. The Matthews’ haven’t seen Taylour in a month. “You should enjoy your night in Vegas.”
“We’re too old for Vegas,” Brian jokes.
“And we’d love a night with Taylour,” Ema quickly adds in, playfully nudging Brian.
The whole reason Tia stayed in Vegas was to watch Taylour. Instead she has gone to the NHL awards and has the opportunity for a child free night. Two things she didn’t plan on when leaving Toronto. She can tell his parents want her to say yes. Auston wants her to say yes. If Taylour was there he’d want her to say yes. Everything except the voice in the back of her head tells her to say yes. The voice Becks told her to listen to.
“Only if you’re sure,” she directs her response to Ema and Brian.
“100%.”
Auston and Tia finally went to save Mitch, but Tia instantly realized what Auston meant by ‘saving Taylour.’ Mitch had Taylour upside down, holding only one ankle, laughing and tickling him. Mitch was reluctant to give him back, and Taylour fought it, saying he was having fun with his friend. Once they told him he was going to have a sleepover with his grandparents, he immediately forgot about Mitch and asked Auston if ‘Abla was making tacos.’
They all rode up the elevator, Taylour talking enough that Tia didn’t have to. Maybe Alex was right and they don’t hate her, but they don’t seem overly eager to speak to her, or formulate some kind of relationship, so why should she?
They packed a small bag with pyjamas, a couple books he brought and his toothbrush and said goodbye. Taylour barely even looked back at them as he held Ema’s hand and skipped down the hall, telling her about Geoffrey the monkey he was holding tightly.
Auston changed from his suit into a look Tia actually approved of (not that he asked). A nice button up t-shirt tucked into a pair of ankle pants, his dress shoes being swapped for a pair of crisp white sneakers.
Tia sat on the couch, remembering Becks’ advice from earlier while considering if she was going to join Auston. If it was just her and Auston going to dinner she would have said no, with a group of people she didn’t think it would be weird or uncomfortable, and decided to join them. Really, what could go wrong?
“I’m Steph.” Once in the hotel lobby, a petite blonde tucked under Mitch’s arm greets her.
“Tia,” she politely smiles back, playing along, knowing damn well Steph knows who she is and not only saw her but spent a portion of the game gossiping about her. Multiple times she found Steph and some of her friends glancing in her direction, often following it up with a giggle. Over the past few months Tia had become perceptive of people talking about her, even if they were trying to be discreet.
“You guys didn’t meet at the game?” Mitch asks, Auston stiffens slightly beside her.
“There was a lot of people,” Tia is very quick in her answer, Steph immediately nodding along. “And Taylour was so excited about everything, I was pretty busy with him.”
“Oh.” Mitch believes it. Judging by the squared off shoulders, Tia can tell Auston doesn’t. Nobody has mentioned an argument or some kind of confrontation occurring, but Auston would have to be naïve to think nothing happened after what Claire said at the charity event.
Laughter and conversations got louder as more of the never ending alcohol was consumed. Seated beside Auston, across from Steph, Tia was relatively quiet at first, listening to the ridiculous stories they all had to share. Mitch and Fred fought over who was ‘Taylour’s favourite uncle’ and Tia didn’t get involved, not wanting to tell them that that title is held by Max.
Worried that she was out of her element, Auston would lean down and whisper in her ear, asking if she was okay, to which she always replied yes. It wasn’t a lie, nothing was wrong, she just barely knew anything about them and at times felt out of place.
Part way through Steph leaned over and asked about her dress, which led to them talking about school. Tia told her about school and her new internship with Celeste, Steph told Tia she graduated from Western a year ago. Tia tried to not make an assumption based on that - Western girls had a bit of a reputation after all.
Throughout dinner Tia started to realize her original impression of Steph was correct. She wasn’t gossiping and talking about people like the time before, but Tia realized Steph came with what could almost be described as a sense of entitlement.
It had nothing to do with her new Chanel purse or the iconic red bottom on her heels. Nor did it have anything to do with the hand that never left Mitch, always on his thigh, arm or chest, or the very expensive watch wrapped around her wrist. It was in the story she told of a group of kids stopping them while walking down the Lakeshore to ask for a picture and ‘interupting their walk.’ It was in the whininess about a charity golf tournament Mitch was appearing in conflicted with a vacation she had planned, and now it had to be rescheduled. Something about it, about her, irked Tia the wrong way.
**
Auston didn’t bat an eye when it came time to pay for Tia’s dinner, nor did it phase him to offer her some chips to join in the gambling. Tia being Tia, barely accepted dinner (if his friends weren’t there she would have fought him on it), but drew the line at the chips.
Auston didn’t expect her to accept money to gamble, given her reluctance to accept his help with rent, but was happy when she didn’t immediately follow it up by saying she was going back to the room. Instead she followed him to a Blackjack table, slowly drinking a gin and tonic, she stood behind him and leaned on his shoulder – they laughed and talked, Tia providing him very bad gambling advice.
Auston seemed to know a lot of the people at the table, most of them being players from some team in the league. He introduced Tia to them, and she instantly forgot their names. Fred and William joined in for a bit. She never interacted with Will, he didn’t miss the opportunity to tease her for dating Auston.
Everyone was having a great time.
Moving on to Roulette with a fresh batch of drinks, Tia curled in to be closer. Auston asked her thoughts on where to put chips, obviously she picked 3 and 12 – Taylour’s birthday. The next time he put money on the 2 and 14 for her birthday, and then 9 and 17 for his, following it up by doing all 3 of their birthdays, never once winning.
There was a flushness of her cheeks, a wide grin plastered on her face and constant laughter. At some point any reservations Tia had been harbouring faded and she began to loosen up. The drinks were smooth and plentiful, as the night went on Auston felt Tia leaning into him more and more, her hand dropping down his back.
Her seductive perfume was faintly wafting off her neck, she didn’t swat away his hand when it found her waist, instead she took a step closer. When his hand went lower to her hip she curled under his arm and leaned against his thick thigh, by the time midnight rolled around any person who didn’t know them would have assumed they were dating based solely off the comfortability they had with the other.
“Matts, you’re gonna break a bone if you squeeze her any tighter,” Tyler Seguin teases over the Craps table.
“He knows if he lets her go she’ll never come back,” Mitch joins in.
Heat creeps beneath Tia’s cheeks, and her eyes dart down. Steph, who is beside Mitch shoots Tia a look, eyes accusingly flicking over her. Auston gives a smart reply, something Tia didn’t hear, laughing off their teasing but does nothing to ease up his grip.
“I don’t want you to take your hands off.” She gulps, eyes slowly crawling up from the floor.
“Fuck.” Auston drops his voice and brings his lips close to her ear, wondering if it’s the alcohol or if she truly means it. He hopes she means it. “What should I go with?” He tries to change the topic.
Eyeing the table, and having zero concept of the game or its rules, Tia places a few of his chips on the 7 and faces him.
“Is that okay?” she asks, seeing panic in his eyes.
“No it's fine, just a hard number to get.”
The remainder of the bets are placed and Auston picks up the dice. Bringing them to her lips, Tia grins and softly blows on them for good luck – not noticing the exchange of looks from Fred and Mitch or the judgmental one from Steph. Auston, who suddenly finds himself very thankful for Tia who is shielding the tent growing inside his pants, shakes the dice. Releasing them to watch a 3 and 4 appear.
The night is more of the same. Constant banter from all the players, basically no topic is off limits between them. Steph, who to anyone else would appear nice and bubbly, constantly glances at Tia. Not in a nice way, but in a judgmental, condescending, ‘what the fuck are you doing’ kind of way. After enough drinks Tia doesn’t even notice it, she just smiles and laughs it off.
Slotted between his thighs, with her hand mindlessly running through his hair she leans into him and smiles. “Aus,” her voice is heavy with need.
“Hmm?” He grins back, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.
“Cash out.”
Taking only a second, his eyes graze over her dark brown eyes, and his heart leaps out of his chest. “Yup.”
He almost said fuck it and left the chips on the table, but they patiently waited at the cashier’s line, not so patiently waited for the elevator, and were both wrecked with anticipation by the time they were outside the room.
He wasted no time.
The second the door closed his lips were on hers, caging her to the wall. She moaned when he dug his nails into her hips, gasped when one moved up to cup her breast, breathing getting heavier and the air getting hotter.
One of her hands slithered down his chest and tugs on his shirt, releasing it from his pants. Her manicured nails gently rake over his stomach as she works to undo the bottom two buttons of his shirt. His lips are on her neck, hot sloppy kisses being plastered on any skin he can find, grinning as she fumbles with his belt. Finally getting it unbuckled to slide the zipper down, she creates just enough space for a hand to enter, rubbing him over the tenting fabric of his boxers.
The hand on her hip slips down and through the slit of her dress to find the thin lace covering her core.
“Mmm, so wet,” he praises when he moves her panties to the side and smears his fingers through her pussy lips. A heavy breathy moan catches in her throat as two fingers play with her folds, choosing not to penetrate her yet. His other hand trails upward, finding the zipper and forcefully yanking it down. Pulling her arms from the thin straps, the smooth fabric drops off her body, leaving her in purple lace panties and a nude coloured backless adhesive bra.
“What is this thing?” Auston basically stops everything to examine the bra affixed to her breasts. Bringing his hand up, he touches the side of the adhesive, gently flicking the corner off the skin.
“It’s a bra for when you can’t wear a normal one,” Tia explains, watching his face scrunch up.
“It doesn’t have a clasp,” he says more so to himself than her. “How do you take it off?” He turns her to the side to get a better look. “Do you just yank it?”
“NO!” She is fast in her response. “Unless you want to hurt them, you pull it off nicely.”
“I don’t want to hurt them,” he smirks at her. Eyes getting dark, he carefully peels the plunging bra from her body, her perky breasts slowly becoming exposed.
Tia stood there for a minute, letting him drink his fill of her. Then she inched towards him to work on the remaining shirt buttons, sliding them from their holes. Shoving it off his broad shoulders, her fingers gently trace over the inked artwork on display to her.
Auston lets it fall into the growing pile of clothes, and brings his lips down to her neck, “definitely don’t want to hurt them.”
“Shit,” she gasps when sucks harshly at her skin. It was almost animalistic, the way he attacks her, a predator searching out its prey. More gin than logic coursing through their veins, neither one thinks twice as she shoves his pants down his thighs, letting them land in a pile around his ankles.
“Fuck T,” he groans, making her giggle.
Grabbing handfuls of his shirt she spins and presses him against the door, dropping to her knees, dragging his boxers down with her. His length smacks against his stomach, a few beads of pre-cum dripping off the bulbous tip. Auston watches her doe-eyes flick up to his and back down in front of her.
Slipping her tongue out, she swirls it around his oozing tip, starting off with a tease. Making sure to grab a handful of her hair, he tugs it back, giving himself a perfect view of her slowly and meticulously bobbing on his length. He tries to keep his eyes on her, but when she traces her tongue from the base to the tip, they flutter closed, getting lost in pleasure. She always took him so well, knew exactly what to do and when to do it, the order in which to do it, every detail about him was second nature to her.
His laboured breathing is an indication his high is near, but the harsh tug on her hair further reassured it. Smiling around his length she prepares to massage his balls, the final piece needed to send him off the edge, when he forces her off and up to her feet, a dribble of spit running down her chin and landing on her breast.
Bending down to grab handfuls of her ass, he carries her to the bed and abruptly drops her, smirking when she shrieks. He wastes no time at all, his large frame looming over hers, nipping and biting her neck, breasts, stomach, working his way down. Enjoying the moans and whispered curse words, he takes his time, wishing he never had to stop. Upon reaching the skimpy purple lace that’s doing nothing to hide her arousal, he rises to his knees, keeping direct eye contact, he slooowly drags the fabric down her legs.
That alone makes Tia drip.
Tossing it aside, he places a soft kiss to the inside of her knee, and another one slightly higher, and higher and higher. Tia is soaked, and he has barely touched her, edging his way up her legs, gradually making it to where she needs him most. His scruff burns against her pussy - perfectly smooth from her recent shifts at the club, her entire body trembling in anticipation.
“What do you want T?” Auston muses, knowing exactly what she wants.
“Aus,” she throws her other leg over his shoulder, pinning him to her core.
Chuckling at her subtlety, he places a soft kiss beside her pussy lips, then to the other side. Soft kisses and kitten licks, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves, grinning every time she squirms underneath him. The second he pokes his tongue out, licking up her anticipation, her breath hitches and he firmly grips her hips, pinning her to the mattress.
Splitting her folds open, his nose nestles against her clit and he buries himself in her warmth. He knows what she likes, and immediately starts doing it. Flicking his tongue a slew of curse words begin to fill the air. Fisting the sheets, she fights the hold on her hips, writhing under him as the coil rapidly tightens. His mouth always was pure magic.
Auston doesn’t let up, hands or mouth. The moans and whimpers, squirming and tightening of the knees around his head, it’s all driving him insane. Bucking her hips against his mouth she grabs the back of his head and smothers his face against her heat. His painfully hard erection twitching with every curse word tumbling from her lips. As much as Tia is enjoying herself, Auston would argue he is more.
“Shit.” A mixture of curse words, moans and his name spill from her lips as her orgasm erupts and warmth coats his tongue. With long licks, he laps the mess, not easing his grip until every drop is gone.
Climbing up, a sticky mess glistening off his scruff, he smiles widely. “I love how good you taste.” He places a sloppy kiss on her lips, sliding a tongue coated in her flavour into her mouth. “Sweet as honey.”
Grabbing a condom from his wallet, he rolls it over his length. With a hand on his cock, the other on her hip, he’s about to guide himself in when her hands push him off.
“I want to be on top,” she asserts. And who is Auston to say no?
Flipping onto his back, his heart thunders with anticipation as Tia straddles him. Winking at him, she watches his abs flex and then guides his length through her heat. “Jesus T,” he groans, filling her to the brim.
His hands return to her hips, hers find his chest. She wants control and he lets her have it. His eyes flicking from her bouncing breasts to between their bodies, watching his cock slowly disappear as she rides him. It's slow but deep, his cock always finding her sweet spot.
“Fuck.” A sigh escapes her lips when Auston thrusts his hips, each one more forceful, deeper than the last. “Yes, right there Aus.”
Bucking his hips again, he hits the spot that is slowly making her unravel. “Right here T?” he smirks.
Her response is more of a whimper than anything. A few beads of sweat roll down the valley of her breasts that bounce with every thrust, moans getting louder and louder. Softly scraping her nails over his stomach, tracing over the curves of his abs, she presses her palm in for additional stability, bouncing on his cock.
Perfect. She looks absolutely perfect. Auston wants to engrain this image in his mind so he never forgets.
The way her eyes flutter shut and her breathing gets heavier, Auston can tell she is close. He springs up to kiss her, but not for long, his lips moving to her neck. With heavy breathing he cups her ass, taking back some control he relinquished earlier. The sound that claws past her lips, the sudden jolt of her body, all an indication she is closer than either one realized. His breath fans her collarbone and neck as he peppers any available skin he can find with warm open mouth kisses.
Her arms drape around his neck and nails scratch along his shoulder blades. “Aus,” she breathes out, and he just grunts in response knowing he is close. Sweaty bodies, hands tangled in hair, she bites her bottom lip, everything getting blurry.
A slight change in sensation as he guides her on his length sends Auston right to the edge. Her moans become broken, vocal chords cracking through the pleasure eviscerating her body.
“I love you T,” Auston softly whispers in her ear. Before she can process the weight of it, he snakes one hand between them and connects it to her clit. The contact earns him a loud gasp, their orgasms simultaneously erupting. A few shallow, sloppy thrusts and the two of them still, wrapped in the other’s arms, her juices spirting out around his cock,
Tia is the first to move. It takes a few minutes of heavy, ragged breathing, but eventually she forces herself off his softening cock. Drenched in sweat, her legs wobble like a baby deer as she walks to the bathroom, leaving Auston alone on the bed. It’s only then he realizes.
Moments later Tia is in one of his shirts with a freshly washed face and heavy eyes. Cleaning up, Auston crawls under the duvet behind her and places a kiss to her cheek, only being met by a faint moan.
“T,” he whispers. When she doesn’t respond he kisses her again and calls her name louder, finally earning a mumbled ‘yeah.’
“The uh…the condom broke babe.”
“Hmm,” she meekly replies. “S’okay.”
“We’ll talk tomorrow.”
Tia didn’t respond, having already drifted off. Auston will talk to her in the morning, for now he wraps his arms around her and fills the space behind her.
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Warnings: Language, Smut, NSFW, an Indecent Proposal
Notes: So this was always meant to be a short series. So just a couple more parts until the end. Last time these two had a hot and heavy thigh riding session but before things could get too heated they were interrupted by Matthew’s teammates. What’s going to happen now?
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