Vince and you had only just started dating when you came up with the idea. The two of you had spent every waking moment going at it like bunnies, so it was no surprise that your Valentine’s Day gift to Vince was something related to sex. Granted, maybe the sexy coupons were a little self serving, but so were the multiple sets of lingerie he had gotten you.
Now, several months later, you had worked your way through most of the little booklet (and more than one pair of lacy nothing). The spark was still very much present, but Vince liked peeling you out of a pair of sweatpants just as much as he liked unwrapping you out of lingerie.
You were camped out on the couch when Vince came home from hanging out with the boys. He looked so good, even if he insisted on wearing shorts in the chilly autumn weather.
You watched as Vince toed off his shoes before he made his way to the couch, lifting up your blanket so that he could crawl in with you. The tip of his nose felt cold against your skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
“Did you have fun?”
He hummed against your skin before lifting his face so he could look at you.
“I missed you though.”
Vince looked so cute as he said it, rosy cheeks and pretty curls. You wanted to respond and tell him that you missed him, too, but then he shoved his cold hands under your hoodie so you had a few less than sweet words for him.
A little time passed with the two of you laying there. Vince had his hands still buried under your hoodie while yours alternated between combing through his curls and stroking his back. It was a cozy evening for the two of you, and you were half convinced that he had fallen asleep on you when Vince lifted his head again.
“Do you want to use up another coupon this weekend?”
You gave his curls a tug, smiling as he let out a small moan before smiling back.
“We can do that.” Sex with Vince was always fun, but the times you tried new things just stood out. “What do you have in mind?”
There were several coupons left, but it had been a while since you looked over them.
Vince’s smile didn’t leave his lips as he leaned down, letting his mouth ghost over your skin and pressing the softest kiss to your neck. Another one followed, this time against your jawline, before he finally spoke —not in a whisper but in a low tone that you listen closely.
“What’s your fantasy, Bunny?”
He pulled away without kissing you again, but when he saw your pout he relented and leaned back down to kiss it away.
“Need me to get anything for it? Special lube? New toys?” He paused to kiss you again. “A costume for roleplay?”
There had been a certain fantasy in your head when you had written it down. One you hadn’t yet tried even after months of dating. It was a simple fantasy, but something about it just made you feel awkward.
But if Vince could be brave and choose to fulfill a fantasy not knowing what it was, then you could be brave enough not to shy away.
“No, we don’t need any of that. I just need you. And maybe some lube.”
He bit his lip, so wonderfully Vince that you wanted to pull him down and kiss him again, but the look in his eyes made you pause.
“You don’t want to put something in my ass, right?”
“Not until you want to put something in my ass.”
The relieved look on his face lasted for maybe three seconds before his face fell and the pout returned. He’d survive.
You sat up properly and Vince followed. The blanket you had been laying under fell away through the movement, giving you the best view of Vince’s pale thighs where he was spreading them on the couch.
At least you managed to catch yourself staring.
“You’re not allowed to judge, okay?”
Vince nodded, holding up his little finger in front of your face.
“Pinky promise I won’t.”
Instead of linking your pinky with his, you leaned forward and gently bit his finger. He laughed but let you climb into his lap.
“I want to ride your thigh.” You said, sat across both of his legs. Vince looked like he was about to say something so you quickly continued. “And I know it’s selfish, but I promise I’ll get you off right after and you don’t even have to do anything, you can just lay down and let me do the work. It’ll be fun.”
You definitely rambled at the end but you couldn’t help it. You were so nervous for his reaction.
“That’s so hot.”
That wasn’t the reaction you had imagined.
“Fuck, Bunny, please. Yes. Whatever you want.”
Vince’s arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you closer against him. This also caused your laps to touch, making you gasp when you realized that he was starting to grow harder underneath you. Vince seemed into the idea though, rutting up to seek out the contact. Oh.
“You’re into it?” It felt like a stupid question but you needed to hear him say it.
"Yes. Take off your pants.”
He was already tugging on your waist band, one large hand sliding inside to palm your ass and pull you closer again while he leaned in for a kiss.
Laughing, you pushed against his chest to get some space between you two. “You’re going to have to let me get up if you want me to take them off.”
It wasn’t until you were standing in front of Vince that you realized how fucking beautiful he looked. Wild curls, flushed cheeks, oversized hoodie, and these tiny shorts you wouldn’t even need to push up in order to ride his thigh.
It didn’t take you long to take off your pants and sit down on Vince’s lap again, this time with only one of his thick thighs between yours.
The first touch of your pussy against his bare leg made you moan, the feeling of his warm skin against you nearly enough to make you miss his own moan, echoing yours.
“Fuck, Bunny. You’re so wet.” His voice sounded so fucked out already. Low and needy. So pretty.
You slowly started to move your hips, riding his thigh like you had fantasized about. At first he only looked at you, but it didn’t take long for Vince to start moving, too.
His hands found your hips, your waist, the soft part of your middle. Everywhere and nowhere at once as he pulled and pushed. You moved with him, riding and grinding, getting yourself off on his thigh.
It was almost funny how fast you got yourself worked up, but the feeling of finally getting what you wanted overshadowed it.
Vince leaned up to kiss you while his hands gripped your ass and pulled you harder against him. His hips seemed to move on their own, fucking up to let you feel just how hard he was for you and mindlessly chasing his pleasure not unlike yourself.
The change of angle made you moan but Vince wasn’t deterred, mouth moving from your lips to your neck and sucking hard enough to leave a tender mark within seconds.
“Please, Vinny, please.”
He kept on guiding you, dragging you against his thigh and against his hard bulge, not hard enough to hurt but enough to give you all the friction you needed.
You picked up your pace, riding him like you needed to, not following the rhythm he was trying to set. It was so easy to get lost in the overwhelming pleasure. You barely managed to get your hand into Vince’s curls to pull him up and unto a kiss before you fell apart, still grinding against him, continuing the pressure on your clit.
You didn’t know how long you continued to move —no control over the way your hips rolled against his skin— but at some point the overstimulation stopped and you sat there with shaking thighs, still straddling Vince’s lap. When you looked down you saw it were his hands that were holding you still, the soft surface of his skin between your bodies shiny from your wetness.
Your voice was still shaky when you spoke after what felt like an eternity. “Thank you. That was…” You trailed off, not knowing how to describe the experience.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. That.”
Vince and you smiled at each other before both of you laughed, a short sweet giggle that made you want to lean down and kiss him. So you did.
It was only when his hands on your hips tightened that you remembered something.
“Hey, let me…” You tried to reach for his shorts but Vince stopped you.
“You don’t have to.”
“I told you I’d get you back. It’s fine just let me…”
He just chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “I’m good. Give me like… ten minutes to recover.”
When you just looked at him he relented. “Maybe fifteen.”
It was only then that you noticed the dark spot on his shorts. At first you assumed it was from you grinding against him but then you realized.
“Did you come in your pants?”
“Did you expect me not to?” One of his hands came up to ruffle through his hair.
That and the look on his face —a perfect combination of bashful and cheeky— just made you clench around his thigh again.
“Fuck, Vinny, that’s so hot.”
“I try.”
You let yourself fall against his chest, cuddling closer when his arms curled around you. At some point he picked up the discarded blanket and wrapped it around the two of you before relaxing back.
“We’re getting you those shorts in every color.” You finally decided.
Vince just pressed a kiss to your temple before resting his head on yours.
2k, there is a butt plug in this in case you don't like that
He loved his team, he truly did, but Travis was also very glad when their post-training meeting was over and he could dip. None of his teammates tried to stop him as he all but ran out of the room, something he was grateful for. In the past it had been a given that he would walk out with some of the other men, talking, joking, but nowadays that had become a rare sight. He was always in a rush to get back to his room, back to the closest thing he had ever come to an addiction.
Away games hadn't been the same ever since he had stumbled across that fateful link.
By some lucky coincidence the facilities for the visiting team in the field they’d be playing tomorrow were absolute ass so the chiefs had rented out one of the hotel meeting rooms for their review. Meaning all Travis had to do to get back to his room was hop onto an elevator. After that he was free to lock himself in his room until it was time for dinner.
The elevator crawled up to his floor at a snail's pace but he stopped himself from impatiently rocking back and forth on the soles of his feet. When it finally came to a stop he started to squeeze out of the elevator before the doors had fully opened but he didn’t even care how it looked, he was already late and he didn’t want to miss any more.
The door to his room slammed shut behind him as he stormed in, jumping onto the bed with enough energy that realistically it should have broken but by some miracle stayed intact as he opened his carefully changed laptop while attempting to toe off his shoes.
The website didn’t automatically open once he clicked on his browser but he had been visiting it religiously to the point that it autofilled after a single letter. His pants started to feel too tight before the site had even finished loading and Travis couldn’t help but groan at the realisation that he fucking pavloved himself into getting a semi at the mere thought of you.
The stream had already started but hopefully he didn’t miss much. A familiar background greeted him before his eyes focused in on you. Splayed across the bed you’re a sight for sore eyes, hair messed up just enough to let him know you’d played with it before he logged on, body clad in next to nothing. A new, expensive next to nothing. Good to know all of the money he sent you got put to good use.
He waited for you to greet him like you usually did, surely you must have noticed him joining your stream, he was your biggest fan after all, but when you didn’t he sent you a message over private chat. Expensive, yes, but he didn’t need people knowing his dirty little secrets.
Finally you acknowledged him.
“Hi bigyeti, nice of you to join again.” It seemed like a standard greeting but he knew by your tone that you were annoyed at him for being late again. Brat. Travis watched you slide a hand over your bare skin until it reached the lace covering your chest. But instead of teasing one of your hard nipples through the material or even taking it off to show the irresistible swell of your chest you just ran your fingers over the seam at the edge of your bra. “As much as I think this set is cute, this will probably be the last time you’ll see me in it. It’s not really comfortable and I can barely get it closed by myself.”
You were probably hoping for messages offering to help you with that but Travis had been watching long enough to read between the lines. You were going to offer up the set but beat you to it. His simple message didn't get a written reply but he noticed you look off screen before smiling. “You know the price bigyeti.”
You didn’t take it off though, just changed positions until you were kneeling on the bed. It was only then that Travis noticed the selection of toys laid out in front of you.
“What do you think,” you picked up one of them, dark purple and intriguing, but not his favorite of the spread. “Should we run a poll or let the highest bidder decide?”
He sent you a rack before you even had time to decide, after which he finally rid himself of his sweats and underwear.
“You know which one.” Your sweet voice read his message in the chat, laughing as you held up the one you knew he wanted. Pale pink with ridges that could get you off every time, filling you up perfectly before the vibrations took you out. The first time he had watched you use it you had squirted and he had been hooked ever since.
“Should I be concerned big? You seem to like this little guy more than me.” You pouted at the camera, bringing the vibe up and tapping it against your bottom lip.
Travis groaned before typing again. Hopefully this would be a one handed operation soon.
“You know you’re my favorite. Aww that’s so sweet of you yeti. Want to know a secret?” He watched you lean forward, holding your chest into the camera with practiced ease. “You’re my favorite too.”
Travis slowly stroked himself as you bit your lip, reaching behind you and finally freeing yourself from the lace. You had been truthful about how ill fitting it was, his eyes automatically drawn to the red indents on the side of your boobs. He fantasized about getting his mouth on them, of soothing your flesh with his tongue.
You didn’t try to act sexy as you balled up the bra and threw it off-cam, something he came to enjoy. You were this temptress, bane of his bank account and object of his desire, but you were also human.
As he saw you kneeling there Travis finally gave in and reached for his lube, because he was in his thirties now and using lotion to jack off felt awfully juvenile. He watched you run your hands over your body, just palming himself to the view of you playing with your nipples.
“We’re going to try something new today.”
The tone of your voice had him shifting, sitting up straighter and paying more attention. He didn’t have to wait long to find out what something new meant. You got rid of the last remaining hint of nothing hiding your skin before turning around into the most perfect reverse cowgirl POV he knew and there it was. Nestled between your cheeks laid a small plug with a deep red gem at the end that sparkled in the lights you used during your shows. A hot shudder ran through him as the grip he had on himself tightened.
“You know what to do if you like it.” You smiled at the cam over your shoulder before turning back around.
Travis debated between finally touching himself properly and sending you another donation when you positioned the toy he picked and he relented. He’d just send you another tip later. He was slow with his movements, teasing himself as you sank down on the toy. You stopped halfway, adjusting to the stretch, but Travis just continued to stroke his dick.
You were noisy, he liked that about the streams. You weren’t holding back but it also didn’t feel like you were putting on a show. You were simply vocal in bed and he loved it.
Treavis continued to work himself as he watched you ride the toy, torn between closing his eyes and imagining it was you that had a hand wrapped around his dick or even riding it and wanting to watch you take your pleasure with the toy on stream. He watched you move, the way you stretched around the toy with every rise and fall. It was mesmerizing, the shimmer of that salacious gem catching his eye only for his focus to be drawn away by the flex of your thick thighs, or the dimples on your lower back, or those sweet filthy moans that kept on leaving your mouth. He felt drunk on you, drunk on the fire running through him.
There was no rhythm to the way Travis was stroking his cock as he watched you, all pretense of following your movements abandoned long ago. He felt his orgasm approaching, considering for a moment whether he should try and draw it out, to wait for you and come together, before giving that idea up and quickening his pace. He came to the sound of your moans, all over his fist and with his head thrown back in ecstasy.
Travis let himself float only until the next moan tore his attention back to the screen in front of him. You were barely riding the toy at this point, grinding more than anything. Even with his muddled mind it was clear that you were on the brink yourself.
When you finally tipped over it was with a shout. Your legs shook, more violently than he had ever seen from you before, while your body contracted around the sex toys filling you up. He palmed his softening cock as he watched you fall apart, too spent to try getting another orgasm out of it but still wired enough to draw out that afterglow for just a little while longer.
He watched as your orgasm came to an end, the shaking in your thighs never quite stopping even though the vibrations of your toy did. You removed the pink vibrator but that bejeweled plug stayed in place as you slowly turned around and sat in full view of the cam, leaning back on your hands and smiling. You were still breathing heavily but it only drew attention to your tits and Travis found himself reaching for his phone before he realized that his hand was covered in his cum and used his other one instead. He wasn’t good at typing with his nondominant hand but another tip found itself being sent your way soon enough anyway.
“That was fun.” You said, breathless but still smiling. No reaction to his message if you had even seen it. “We should do this again sometime.”
Travis got another long look at your body as you leaned forward to shut off the cam and then he was alone in his hotel room again.
Shutting his laptop before he got up, Travis went to wash his hands and clean up a bit of the mess around his dick. He would shower soon but there was something he had to take care of before that. His phone was still laid on the bed, even though he had to search through the sheets to find it.
Travis pulled up that all too familiar contact and pressed video call. You answered almost immediately, makeup still on your face but with your hair pulled back and a shirt thrown over your body.
“Was that good?” You asked as soon as the call connected. He could see you bite your lip, nervously, and he hated being so far away from you even more.
“You were perfect.” He answered, truthfully. “So hot, baby. Almost makes me want to set you up a real camming account just to show you off.”
The program you two had now was little more than a private video chat but Travis had tried to set it up nicely for you. It had involved a lot of awkward questions to one of the New Height techies but the chat worked amazing for your little cam show and your audience of one.
You just laughed at his antics. “No you wouldn’t.”
“No I wouldn’t.” He relented. “I don’t like to share, even if you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. And all mine.”
You laughed again. “All yours.” You confirmed before continuing, teasing him with an account of the new things you had brought for the two of you to try. Fuck. He couldn’t wait to come home.
4.3k words, reader is described as not small height wise but the rest is hopefully vague enough
Coming to LA had been a spur of the moment decision but you never regretted it one bit.
You wanted an adventure and one of your friends needed an apartment sitter/somebody to take over their rent for a three month trip overseas so you packed a bag and headed to Hollywood. What you didn’t anticipate was falling in love with the city and so your illegal sublet turned into a small apartment of your own, your vacation into an unpaid internship into a paid internship into a job, and your adventure into a new home.
You didn’t live lavishly like the upper echelon but you could pay your rent, go to large outdoor flea markets on the weekend, and splurge on tacos from the taqueria at the corner while still putting away some money for savings so it was safe to say that life was going pretty damn great.
Justin and you bumped into each other on a hike. Or rather he bumped into you, causing you to stumble, fall, and skim your knee in the least sexy way possible… if there even was a sexy way to get hurt.
But Justin had been sweet, squatting down next to you and making sure you weren't seriously hurt before helping you up. You weren’t a short girl, never had been, but this handsome stranger towered over you in a way that made your thoughts run wild. You couldn’t help but look up at him while he helped you to the nearest bench. He sat down with you and you both drank from your water bottles side by side, sneaking glances at each other from the corners of your eyes.
He was the first to say something, his words stuck in your memory to this day. “Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar.”
Later you would learn that this was supposed to be a pick-up line and the follow up would have been about him seeing you in his dreams but at that time you had just filmed a scene in a popular tv procedural as scared coffee shop visitor #4 (something you had told everyone back home and no one in LA, because it felt weird to talk about something like that here) so you just blurted that out.
Was it embarrassing? Yes. Did it lead to you two sitting there on that bench talking about shows until the sun started to set? Also yes.
Justin and you exchanged numbers and you even threw caution in the wind and let him walk you to your car, because pretty serial killers wouldn’t talk about the nuances of copaganda for hours and if they did you’d take you chances at knocking him out with your reusable water bottle even if he was over a head taller than you.
That night you sent each other a handful of messages. The next day he even called you after work like a total weirdo. The weekend after he took you to a restaurant in the hills and encouraged you to order something that wasn’t the cheapest salad on the menu because he was going to pay, like a gentleman. You shared a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling grape juice. Him because he drove, you because you wanted that gorgeous man to absolutely rail you and thought any perceived inebriation might prevent that.
He didn’t fuck you but there was a prolonged make out session in his car where he felt up your tits, so you didn’t even feel bad getting yourself off with your trusty vibrator after he dropped you off at your apartment.
Your second date took you outside again with a small hike followed by a picnic. He had packed all kinds of food because he wasn’t sure what you liked and had forgotten to ask. Justin laughed about panicking and buying half a store worth of snacks just so that you’d have something you like. It was so sweet.
He didn’t kiss you like he did after the first date, wild and like he had to hold himself back.
No. His kisses were sweet, hands never wandering above your waist or below you hips. He did accept it when you invited him up to your place for a coffee though. Half a dirty iced chai latte later he had you pressed against your couch, his large hands dangerously close to your ass.
Yet he still didn’t fuck you.
“Next time,” he promised with his head buried in your throat, “after our third date I'll take you home and won’t let you leave my bed for the next three days.”
It was sweet, in a way, and you hadn’t had sex since before you moved to LA anyways so what difference would a few more days make.
“Okay. Tomorrow?” You didn’t even care that it sounded desperate.
“Can’t.” Justin groaned. “We’re leaving for an away game the day after tomorrow and I meant what I said about keeping you in my bed.”
You felt his lips against your pulse as he spoke.
“When do you get back?”
“In four days.”
Fuck. Maybe a few more days did make a difference.
He kissed your neck again, grinding down and showing you just why the wait would be worth it. Hopefully you would remember to charge your vibrator.
He took you to an arcade style place for your third date and it was an absolute blast. With so many options of games to try out you barely had time to look at everything. Justin was a gentleman the entire time, a pattern you noticed during your last two dates. Even though you’d worn a short skirt (and safety shorts because tall girls and mini skirts didn’t always get along) and cozied up to him all afternoon his hands remained off your ass and solidly in PG-13 areas.
You were having fun, challenging each other while laughing the entire time, but you were looking forward to the end of the date when you could finally go home with him. You could feel the vibe shift, growing needier as time went on, with Justin reflecting his own desires back at you.
When you accidentally touched a sticky surface and had to go to the bathroom to wash your hands you had the genius idea to take off the shorts and shove them to the bottom of your bag.
And boy did that idea pay off.
Twenty minutes later you were in the front seat of his car as Justin drove the two of you back to his place with his right hand on your thigh inching higher and higher. He didn’t look at you as it slid under your skirt, eyes on the road, but the smirk on his lips made it clear to you that he knew what he was doing. He was so close to touching you where you needed him the most when the car stopped and he withdrew his hand as you groaned.
“Patience.” He teased.
You climbed out of the car before he could help you out, downright eager now. By the time you reached his front door you could barely hold yourself back. All it took was a split second, the door closed behind you and Justin unceremoniously pressed you against it as his lips landed on yours.
You’ve never been a small girl but the way you had to tilt your head to kiss Justin had a way of making you feel tiny. He bent down, lips never separating from yours, and just picked you up, hands under your skirt somewhere between your plush thighs and your ass. You moaned and he continued kissing you, fingers kneading against your soft skin as he turned around and started waking further into his apartment. God, you hoped his hands would leave bruises.
A noise interrupted you and when you looked to the side you saw a cat looking back at you from where it was perched on a cabinet. Justin didn’t follow your eyes, lip finding your neck instead. “That’s Nova.” He mumbled against your skin. “I’ll introduce you two later.” Then he sucked hard and you forgot everything except him. Somehow you made your way to his bedroom, something you only noticed after he let you fall back against the pillows.
With Justin standing at the edge of the bed looking down on you, you felt even smaller. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, showing off his strong muscles. Oh, how you wanted them to hold you down as he took you.
You took off your shirt in one smooth motion, throwing it somewhere to the side of the bed and hoped that Justin wouldn’t mind. Judging by the way he was staring at your tits, he didn’t.
Justin soon followed your lead, stripping his clothes off as you watched. There was no denying that he was smoking hot, his body solid and you couldn't help but press your thighs together in the search of some relief.
“What do you need?”
Need. Not want. You had to take a moment to collect yourself. What did you need?
“I need you to fuck my mouth,” you started, “I need to choke on your dick until I cry and I need you to fuck me until I forget my name and can only scream yours.”
For a moment you worried that it would be too much. That it would be too rough for Justin or that you were too needy. But the look in his eyes showed you that he would give you everything you asked for.
Justin stood in front of the bed, looking down at you while he stroked his dick. Precum gathered at his tip and a whimper left your lips at the sight.
“You want it?” He asked, tone just mocking enough to make you close your legs harder, desperately looking for any kind of friction.
You nodded while looking up at Justin, moving on the bed to get closer to him. Finally you could almost taste him. The pink tip of his dick just barely touched your lips.
“Please.” You begged for him to let you have it.
“Be a good girl and show me you deserve it.”
He gave it to you slowly. One hand holding his dick, the other cradling your cheek, as you took it.
Justin felt heavy in your mouth as you took more and more of him. He was big, yes, but you knew you would manage to swallow all of him. You looked up at him through your lashes until his muscles blocked the view and you could close your eyes, fully concentrating on making sure that Justin would give you everything you needed.
Slowly you pushed yourself to your limit, fitting him into your throat until your lips wrapped around his base. Justin’s dick was a lot to take in and you didn’t know if you could take it should he try and fuck your throat but for a short moment —with him frozen in front of you— you managed to take all of him.
You swallowed around him once, twice, and began to slowly pull back before Justin moved again.
“Fuck.” His voice was deep and low as the hand that had been cradling your cheek moved to now hold the back of your head instead.
You couldn’t help but moan around him, the vibrations around his dick only making him hold onto you tighter.
“Good girl.” His fingers flexed against your head and the combinations of both made you feel dizzy, happy that you could be good for him.
With his other hand Justin reached out and trailed his fingertips from your shoulder down your arm until you realized what he wanted and gave him your hand. He brought it to his thigh, letting you lay your palm flat along the thick firm muscle before covering it with his own.
“If I’m too rough,” Justin started, “or you need me to slow down, if you just want to take a break or stop for any reason, you slap my leg and I’ll stop. Understood?”
Nodding yes didn’t seem to satisfy Justin, instead he used the hand on your head to pull you off him. You barely managed to do that thing with your tongue before he had you looking up at him through your lashes again.
“I need you to say it.”
“Understood.” And oh how wrecked your voice already sounded. There was no doubt in your mind that it would be completely gone by tomorrow.
“Good girl.” He said again, before silencing your whine with his dick.
There was no denying that Justin was strong. He was thick with muscle, powerful, yet you never felt unsafe as he picked up the pace.
He was rough like you had asked him to. Thrusting hard and fast and pushing your head down to meet him halfway. It was maddening. Above you Justin said something but you were far too gone to listen.
It wasn’t until his movements got gentler and he slowly withdrew from your mouth that you tuned back in.
Justin hadn’t come and was still hard, was one thing you noticed, looking between his dick in front of you and his face high above you.
The fact that you had teared up like you had told him you wanted to, was another.
His hands came up to cradle your face and he gently wiped away the tears with his thumbs as you looked at him.
“So pretty.” His voice was soft, gentle as if to not spook you and the thought of him underestimating you made you want to protest but all that ended up happening was you pouting as he stroked your cheeks.
“Aw don’t pout. You can suck it again later. I just didn’t want to come until I got to fuck you.”
He had to bend down to kiss you, this tall man folding in half to reach you where you kneeled on his bed, and the reminder of your size difference made you squirm.
In response Justin kissed you harder, pushing forward until you lost our balance and fell back on the bed. In a fluid motion Justin followed, bracing himself above you as his lips found your lips, your jaw, your neck.
He made his way down your body, leaving behind a trail of kisses as he went. When he reached your chest he departed from his careful line of kisses. The two kisses, sweet little pecks almost, that he pressed to either boob, stood in stark contrast with his hand that bullied it’s way under your body so that he could unhook your bra. He tugged on the bridge until it became loose enough for you to get the hint and shrug it off while he pulled your skirt and embarrassingly soaked underwear down your legs in one smooth motion.
You didn’t even get the chance to think about hiding yourself from Justin before his large hands gently parted your legs enough for him to fit between them. His mouth fit itself against the skin on the side of your knee before he slowly, teasingly, kissed his way up to where you needed him most. Even though you anticipated the first touch of his lips against your pussy it still sent a shock through your body.
Justin didn’t waste any time pretending to tease you any longer. His lips found your clit almost immediately, wrapping around the small bud almost lovingly before sucking. His tongue toyed with it while you moaned his name. Your hands found their way into his hair and you pulled, hard, but not hard enough to dislodge Justin’s wonderful mouth. It took two more moans before he released your clit and wandered lower, dragging his lips along your skin as he moved. The first drag of his tongue was testing, exploring. The second one wasn’t tame at all.
Justin groaned against your pussy and you swore you could feel it through your entire body. He pulled away for a moment and a pitiful whine left your lips at the loss of his mouth, only for it to turn into a moan when you saw him licking his lips before diving in again.
You got lost in the feeling of his mouth on you, the way his lips moved so similarly to when he was kissing you just moments before. His long fingers joined his lips in bringing you pleasure and you couldn’t hold back anymore, grinding against his face until you came with your thighs wrapped around his head.
Justin continued to mouth at your thigh as you started to come down before he stood up from the bed and you took a moment to just watch him. The aftershock of your orgasm still ran through your body and combined with the picture in front of you it felt like a high you never wanted to end. Justin was breathing heavy, his thick chest rising and falling hard. The last bit of sunlight shining through the curtains tinted the bedroom in a soft light making his face glisten and you realized with a jolt that the wetness on his cheeks came from you.
The fading light painted him golden, with his hair shining like a halo, a statue as a tribute to raw desire. His likeness could grace museums across the globe, giving other marbles complexes but instead of the Louvre he stood in his bedroom, looking down at you sprawled across his bed, waiting for him to take you like he had promised.
When Justin finally moved it was in determined long strides. He was a simple man that kept his condoms in the first drawer of his nightstand. Part of you wanted to tell him to forget about them, to fuck you bare until you were dripping with him, but you didn’t want to spook him with your eagernes, so you resigned yourself to bringing it up the next time. Justin passed you on his hunt for protection and you had to crane your neck back to watch him, but the view made up for it. His front was absolutely gorgeous but you had to admit that his backside was quite nice to look at as well. You were debating whether or not you should reach out to touch him when he turned around, box in hand, before throwing it onto the bed near your head. It still had plastic around it and you couldn’t help but imagine Justin going to the store in preparation of your date, grabbing it not just in case but on purpose. Had he gotten it in preparation for this date? After the second date? After your first? The big box seemed awfully ambitious though. Perfect.
Instead of walking back to the end of the bed and working his way up your body again Justin just skipped straight to holding himself above you and you didn’t waste any time getting your hands into his locks and pulling him down until your lips connected. He kissed you hard and fast while slowly lowering himself until his heavy body pressed yours into the mattress. It felt so easy to let yourself be blanketed by his warmth, his solid body so close to yours that you could feel every inch of his desire.
“Fuck.” He exclaimed as he pulled away from the kiss. Justin didn’t venture far though, staying close enough that you could feel the strands of his hair tickling your cheeks.
“Can you…” He nodded towards the box.
You nodded, eager, before reaching for the box and struggling to rip it open. When it finally popped open it did so in spectacular fashion, spilling an avalanche of little foil packets all over the bed and your body.
“Oh.”
You didn’t know which one of you laughed first but it took some time before the two of you calmed down again. Justin helped you clear the mess, swiping the countless packets towards the free side of the bed. It should feel weird, at least a little bit, now that the tension between Justin and you got broken. For a second you feared that your clumsiness had turned him off completely but then he kissed you again, slow and deep and like he wanted to devour you.
One of his hands reached for the pile of condoms while the other moved up your side, cupping one of your boobs when he reached them. His thumb barely grazed your nipple before Justin moved away but he still managed to pull a moan from your lips.
“Ready?” He asked, looking at you with hungry eyes.
“Yes.” You needed him so badly. “Please.”
The first push of him inside you was careful but determined. Justin gave you all of himself until he was buried to the hilt, pausing once he was fully inside you and giving you time to adjust to his large size. You wanted to tell him to move, to fuck you until you felt him days from now, but before you could ask-beg-demand he silenced you with another seering kiss. You learned why when he pulled away from the kiss, still buried deep inside you.
“I need to be careful with you.” He talked low, almost whispering. “Don’t want you to be sore when I fuck you again later.”
It made sense. Afterall Justin had promised to keep you in his bed for days. But with him filling you up so perfectly, there was simply no room left for logical thinking.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he started to move. Slow, meticulous thrusts that didn’t feel overwhelming at first but drove you wild after just a few movements of his hips. There was something otherworldly in the way he managed to hit all the places that needed to be hit, filling you up perfectly again and again and again. Justin stayed close to you while he fucked you, his hips grinding in deep and putting just enough pressure on your clit to send sparks of pleasure through your whole body.
Your hands tightened in his hair, making him groan before dipping down and encapsulating one of our nipples with his hot, wet mouth.
“Jus- Justin.”
His teeth grazed against the soft flesh of your boob teasingly before his tongue delved down, soothing the hard peak between his lips in gentle laps. Justin groaned when you tugged on his hair and the sensation of it vibrating against your skin just made you tighten your grip further. There was no denying that you needed him. Him and his soft mouth and his hard dick and his strong body pressed against yours. This perfect wave of pleasure just kept building with every single movement but you couldn’t reach your high.
“Just—” He bit down hard enough for it to sting before his tongue traced the slight indents. “Please.”
You weren’t above begging but your fucked out brain couldn’t think of any more words. Thankfully he seemed to understand what you needed even without your saying it.
“Fuck. Okay.” He lifted himself a little bit higher, chuckling when you whined at the loss of his weight and warmth. “You asked for this.”
He sounded just the right amount of condescending when you clenched around him and he rewarded you with a “good girl”.
You didn’t last long after Justin started fucking you properly, rough and fast like you had wanted him to. The power behind his thrusts was enough to move you on the bed, closer and closer towards the headboard every time your bodies connected. He had stopped holding back and made you come with only a handful of thrusts.
When you came to it was with Justin holding himself above your body —breathing hard— and your still shaking thighs wrapped around his hips. Part of you felt disappointed for missing what he looked like when he came but you knew there would be more than enough orgasms for you to catch a glimpse.
It took you a while to feel secure enough to remove your legs from him. After you did so Justin carefully pulled out and disposed of the condom. While he went to get a towel to help clean you up you were left in his bed. It took some energy to sit up but it didn’t hurt. You felt empty but that could be changed soon enough. 15 minutes. Maybe 20. Depending on when Justin wanted to go again.
Speaking of. Justin returned to his bedroom, still gloriously naked, holding water bottles in one of his hands and what looked like a washcloth and a towel in the other. You didn’t feel self conscious as he helped you clean up. He had seen every part of you already anyway.
He offered you a shirt of his to cover up but you didn’t mind being bare before him. There was the hint of a love bite starting to form on your chest and you hated the thought of covering up all his hard work. Still, you made a mental note to take him up on his offer later. You had a feeling that a shirt that fit his large frame would swallow you up and you wanted nothing more than to live out the big men’s shirt moment that had been denied you for so long.
Instead you curled up with him, his blanket half draped over your bodies while you just laid there, enjoying the closeness between you. The energy between Justin and you continued to be magnetic, even after giving in to your desires, and you found yourself unable to tame a wide smile.
“Happy?” Justin looked at you with a soft smile on his lips.
“Hmmm. Very.” You let your eyes wander for a moment. “Want to make out?”
Instead of verbally answering Justin just cupped your face and brought your mouths together in a saccharine kiss.
Sid sneaking out of bed before dawn didn’t wake you. Neither did him getting ready or making his breakfast. In fact you were still asleep when he came back from training.
You looked cute, he could admit that. At some point you had rolled over onto his side and buried your face in his pillow, blankets piled high in your little nest.
He felt a little bad waking you from your slumber, but you couldn't spend all day sleeping. Sid spent a good while staring at the kitchen cupboard trying to figure out which one of your mugs he should pick before settling on a novelty one shaped like a pumpkin. The cat came running at the sound of the coffee machine, winding through his legs and yelling up at Sid. He opened another cupboard, one of the top ones you never reached for, and pulled out a suspiciously empty treat packet but for sneaking him a couple.
By the time the complicated concoction you like to call coffee was done, he had curled up in his bed on the living room windowsill, watching fat raindrops roll down the glass. Sid looked at him before picking up the mugs — your fancy one and his plain one— and makig his way back to the bedroom.
He put the mugs down on his nightstand, opened a window to let the fresh air and the sound of rain in, and then slid back under the blankets with you. Sid could feel you cuddle up to him immediately. He didn't even need to do much. Petting your head one, two, three times was enough to have your blink awake, body contorting into a big stretch before you realize he was there.
“Morning.” You mumbled before a yarn interrupted you. Cute.
“Close.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head where his hand had been. “It’s just after 10.”
“Oh.”
Not wanting to see you upset right after waking up he leaned over to grab your mug. “Coffee?”
That brought a smile to your face. “Yes, please.”You happily accepted the mug, bringing it up to your face straight away. “Thank you.”
Sid loved moments like these. The gloomy weather, a good cup of coffee, you.
“Do you just want to spend the day in bed?”
It wasn't often that he allowed himself the luxury of staying in bed all day but today just called for it. He had already spent the morning training so he wasn't completely lazy at least.
“That sounds perfect.”
The two of you spent the rest of the morning just cuddling and talking and enjoying each other's company. For lunch you ventured out to the kitchen to grab food, then brought it over to the couch and ate while catching up on your shows.
Outside the rain picked up but inside the mood had settled. After lunch the two of you headed back to the bedroom. You both wanted to get some reading done but he couldn't help but watch your ass as you bent down to pick up the romance you were reading.At least he managed to adjust himself and pick up his own book before you climbed back in next to him.
Sid was in the middle of reading about an English regicide when you began pawing at his stomach, dangerously close to his dick. He lowered his book just enough so that he could look at you. “Can I help you?”
“Do you want to… I mean… I feel empty. And I wanted to know if you would…”
Your hand dipped down to cup him through his sweatpants but Sid would have understood what you needed from him even without it.
“Need me to fill you up?”
“Please.”
He leaned away to put his book down, growing hard annoyingly fast. Your own book laid sprawled next to you, page down next to your sleep shorts.
You waited for him, melting into the bed the moment his full attention was on you. Sid wasn’t surprised to find you already wet when he touched you. The sighs and high little noises that left your mouth were so pretty until you decided to bite your lip to stop them from escaping. He didn't toy with you for long, thumbing at your folds for a moment then moving along to your clit. Sid didn't want to tease you when you had asked him to fill you, so he gave you one of his fingers as soon as he felt you were ready. A second followed soon after. By the time he had worked you up to the three he usually liked to prep you with, you didn't hold back your moans anymore.
“Ready?”
He tried his best not to feel smug when instead of answering him verbally you just nodded frantically and pulled him into a kiss. He indulged you for a moment but stopped when he felt like he was getting too worked up.
“On your side.” He ordered playfully, chuckling when you whined in response.
“Come on.” I’ll keep you full and you keep me warm.”
Figuring out a good position for you two didn't take long. Sid slid inside you slowly, making sure to be gentle as he filled you up. It would have been easier if you'd stop wriggling though. Once you found a comfortable position you picked your book back up and Sidney reached for his, trying not to move too much. This wasn't about getting off for the two of you. It was about comfort. About keeping an ache at bay.
You spent the next hour or so reading your own books, connected but dedicated to your separate literature. Sidney liked that he could do this for you, that you felt comfortable enough to ask for this. He also liked the feeling of your warmth surrounding him, the subconscious little squeezes around his length when something exciting was happening, the way you pushed on your lower stomach as if you could feel him even though he wasn't that big and you weren't that small.
He had asked you about it after your first few times, wanting to know what made you want it. It just feels nice, you had told him, warm and full and like I can just turn my brain off for a while.
Rain continued to pelt against the windows.
Sid knew you couldn’t wait much longer when you started to squirm and grind back against him. Cockwarming didn’t always lead to sex but sometimes it just wasn’t enough and you needed him to take care of you properly. But even though he could recognize your neediness he wouldn’t give you anything until you asked for it.
It took you twenty more minutes of sneakily trying to fuck yourself on his dick before you gave in.
“Sid. Please.” You whined, pressing your body back against his. “I need more. Need you.”
He didn’t give in immediately, instead putting his book down and taking a moment to just watch you desperately moving against him. He’d always give you what you asked for even when he liked to tease you.
It was easy for him to roll on top of you, forcing you to move with him until you laid on your stomach, pressed flat to the bed with him looking down on you.
You gasped at the movement but that quickly turned into another whine when you realized he wasn’t moving. You couldn't even move back because his hips were holding yours in place. He was filling you, but not in the way you needed.
Finally he started to move, slowly pulling out before fucking back in roughly. A single strong thrust that had you clutching the sheets, waiting for more.
He leaned down, his strong chest warm against your back through both of your shirts, and pressed a kiss against your shoulder blade.
“Please.” You begged again.
Sidney liked to tease but he wasn't cruel, if you wanted to be fucked he wouldn’t deny you that pleasure.
He started fucking you in earnest, building up a rhythm until the sounds of your bodies connecting started to rival those of the rainstorm outside.
Sid let you muffle your moans even though he preferred to hear them. The sight of you hugging a big pillow, clutching it to your chest and burying your sweet head in it to quiet yourself down, did things to him you would need to explore later.
Following the line of your body further down he could see himself fucking you. The way you enveloped him, your body moving whenever he thrusted into you. Sidney felt himself getting closer to an orgasm. Not wanting to come yet he slowed down his thrusts, choosing to focus on strength rather than speed. Your whole body moved on the bed every time he entered you, putting those glutes to good use.
He didn't realize how close you'd been until you tightened around him, screaming into your pillow as you came. Sid continued fucking you through your orgasm, shallow thrust and deep grinds to carry you through without overwhelming you; all while he was still chasing his own hight but not as frantic as he would have before.
He pulled out —slowly, carefully— after you stopped shaking, content to just jerk himself the rest of the way and come across your ass when you turned around beneath him.
You looked so beautiful, wrecked in the best way, with messy hair and the lines of the pillow pressed into your skin. Sid wanted to trace them but he held himself back.
“You don’t have to. You can… inside.” You smiled up at him wide eyed.
Sid groaned as he buried his cock in you and his head in the crook of your neck. It didn’t take him long to follow you over the edge. Fucking back in as deep as he could, he came, muffling his moans against your skin.
The two of you basked in the afterglow for a little while before Sid convinced himself to leave your warm bed and get a washcloth to clean you up. He had just returned to you when the first grumbling started in the distance.
By the time the rainstorm outside had turned into a full thunderstorm the two of you had gotten dressed again and were about to snuggle when you remembered something.
“Can you open the door so that Mav can get in if he gets scared?”
He loved his cat, he really did, but the allergy meds only went so far. The bedroom and his gym were the only off limit areas without cat hair everywhere.
“You know-”
You cut him off. “I know it’s not his first thunderstorm but what if he gets scared?”
It wasn’t a fight he would win.
Groaning, he got up, gathering his blanket and pillow before walking over to the door.
“What are you doing?”
“He can’t sleep in here with us.” It was a rule where Sid put his foot down. He quite liked being able to breathe, thank you very much. “But we can go out there with him.”
After he dumped his blanket on the couch, he returned, finding you in the same position he left you in.
“I can’t walk.” You gestured to your legs; they were no longer shaking but Sidney knew all too well what he could do to you.
Instead of responding verbally he just scooped you and your blanket up before making his way back to the living room. He dumped your comfy heap on the couch and got ready to settle in next to you when a tiny meow under his blanket caught his attention. Apparently Maverick had already gotten comfortable in his new hiding spot.
Sid let him have it, sliding in next to you under your blanket instead. The three of you could just spend the rest of your bed day on the couch.
Barky celebrating the Cup with fem!Tkachuk!reader, age gap (reader is in her early 20s), off screen drunk sex 2.4k
You woke up reluctantly —somewhere in that unpleasant gap between being utterly wasted and violently hungover— because you must have forgotten to close the blinds of Matthew’s guest room when you stumbled into bed this morning. At least you thought so since the time between the final buzzer and now was kind of a blur.
Groaning you burrowed your head back into the pillow, hoping for another few hours of sleep to prepare for the next few days of drunken celebration. Last night was only the beginning.
You blamed the alcohol still rushing through your system for only enticing that maybe your stupid warm pillow wasn’t a pillow at all when said not-pillow let out a vague dying sound and rose up, nearly dislodging you in the process. Thankfully the guy stayed somewhat horizontal but the quick movement still gave you a dangerous flutter in your stomach. Then he spoke and that flutter turned into absolute dread. It took you exactly one and a half Finnish curses to figure out who you were snuggled up to.
“What time?” Your brother’s captain asked, not turning around to face the random girl in his bed —you. Great.
For a moment you debated making a break for it or pretending like you were still asleep but in the end you decided to deal with your drunken actions head on. Reaching for your phone, not plugged in and with a brand new crack across the screen, looking at it before letting it fall back onto the nightstand with a clack.
“It’s noon.” You started, feeling him tense under you. “On thursday.”
Somewhere along the way you had lost a day, your clothes, and gained a hockey player. Sitting up hurt your head but somehow it made you feel less like you were about to throw up. The blanket that had been covering you until that point fell to lie around your hip as the cool air hit your exposed skin. Maybe you should feel more than indifference about the fact that you sat beside your brother’s teammate with your tits out, nipples hard. Well, nothing he hadn’t seen before apparently.
“Fuck.” The Finn buried his face into the pillow, a real pillow, and you patted his back in lieu of anything better to do. “Chucky will kill me.”
That just made you laugh, gaze catching on a bottle of water on the floor. Your savior.
“He won’t.”
Aleksander sat up next to you as you took a swig and then patted your back in return when the clear liquid in the bottle turned out to be tequila.
“Not water?” He asked, and you croaked out a no in return. He hummed before taking the bottle from you and taking a swig himself.
It was silent between you two as you tried to gather your thoughts. You were definitely in one of your brother’s many guest bedrooms which meant the chances of nobody knowing about your little drunken dalliance were exactly zero.
“Listen Barky-” You said after an uncomfortable amount of time had passed only for him to interrupt you.
“Sasha.”
“What?”
“We slept together, you call me Sasha.” He shrugged his shoulders as if it was obvious. His broad shoulders. With more than one bite mark on them. Jesus.
“Okay. Sasha.” It didn’t sound the same coming from your lips instead of his but he didn’t react so you kept going. “You wanna do this again sometime?”
This time he reacted, eyes going wide as he looked at you. It wasn’t like your brothers’ teammates usually looked at you. Like you were a kid. Like it wasn’t worth the risk. No. Sasha looked like he was actually considering it.
“You’re baby Chucky.” Was all he said.
“No. That’s Taryn. I’m a grown adult. I have a degree. I’m probably the only one in my family that pays her damn taxes. And I like to go out and drink and sleep with men I want to sleep with.” You answered. “Without asking my family for permission.”
He looked at you, eyes never straying from your face to look at your body. “Why?”
There were a lot of things you could have said had you known exactly why you wanted to sleep with him again. Maybe it was spite. Maybe it was because for the first time since your brother got traded you truly saw the Panther’s captain. Maybe you just didn’t want to have a notch in your bedpost that you couldn’t remember. You didn’t say any of that though. Instead what left your lips was: “I never fucked a Stanley Cup Champion.”
He looked at you. Then down at your state of undress. Then back up at you.
“Ugh. You know what I mean.”
It took more effort than you’d like to stand up, unashamed of your nudity. Nothing he hadn’t seen before, even if neither of you remembered.
Your body ached, both pleasantly and decidedly not. Looking down you could see bruises starting to form where you must have bumped into things. Others starting to manifest that were created with purpose. The feeling of your skin pulling made you check over your shoulder and sure enough the remnants of last night were there, dried to your lower back.
“Well at least you pulled out.” You joked.
Behind you Sasha darkened from rosy sunburn into a deep blush before falling back onto the bed and pulling a pillow over his face.
“Calm down.” You told him, picking a big shirt up from the ground and taking a sniff to make sure it wasn’t dirty before pulling it over your head. “I’m on birth control and unless you have something you need to confess we’re good.”
He looked like he’d rather be anywhere else as he spoke. “No I- we’re good.”
The bathroom was just across the hall but surely there would be random guests around Matthew’s house so you put on some shorts too. One Panther seeing your pussy seemed like enough.
“Alright. I’m gonna go shower if you want to take that time to sneak out.”
He hadn’t moved from his spot on the bed, only sat up again, looking at you.
Men. Always worrying too little or too much. You walked over to him and bent down to press a single kiss to his lips, smiling to yourself when he reciprocated, hands coming up to hold your hips.
“See ya later, Sasha.” Was all you said as you walked away.
-
It didn’t take long before he caved. To be completely honest you didn’t even know if either of you sobered up in the two days since you woke up together. But while you had supported your brother and the Panthers the best you could during that time you had also done it for selfish reasons. You didn’t want the man that hadn’t left your head to get distracted by another pretty girl while you weren’t around. Still it took you by surprise when he pulled you aside, trying to find a quiet minute away from the crowd.
“How are you?”
The mundane question made you laugh. That was not what you had expected to hear. “I’m good. Great. Have you decided yet?” A mean little flutter made itself home in your stomach, reminding you that you didn’t feel as casual about the whole thing as you tried to portray.
“We can’t.” He said, but at least he had the decency to look sad about it. “My parents are at my house and Chucky has twenty people staying with him. There is no space.”
While you didn’t necessarily wanted to get fucked in a random hotel room that seemed like the easiest option. You kept looking between Sasha and your cracked phone screen as you searched for a room. The sight of his shirt sticking to his body from a mixture of sweat and alcohol that shouldn’t be remotely hot but yet managed to make you understand why wet t-shirt contests were so popular.
The playoffs drew a big crowd, especially final games, but the fact that everything even remotely close seemed to be booked out completely.
Well there went that plan.
Throwing all caution to the wind you approached him again, pulling him away from whoever he was talking to and not letting go of his hand until you were further away from everybody. The crowd didn’t care too much about you kidnapping their captain but you didn’t want anybody to overhear you.
“Make up an excuse. Say you got alcohol poisoning or something.”
You didn’t hear the excuse he makes up. If he even made one up at all or if he simply slipped out of the masses without telling a single soul. All you knew when you pulled him through the front door of Matthew’s Florida home was that everybody else was out and would hopefully stay out for a few more hours at least.
Sasha was gentle with his movements. He didn’t spin you around to press you against the door like you had imagined but he did kiss you. Softly. Cupping your face in one hand and smoothing his thumb over your skin after you pulled away.
His playoff beard tickled, not that you let that deter you. Navigating your brother’s house wasn’t easy with his captain attached to your face but you managed to find the guest room you had declared yours eventually.
For somebody that had seemed so unsure about sleeping with you again Sasha wasted no time getting you undressed. He let you deal with your bra yourself, thick fingers pulling off his own clothes rather than fumbling with the clasp. You were bare before he was, draping yourself across the bed just watching as he stripped down before you. The playoffs had demanded a lot from the team but even though Sasha had fought hard there was still a certain solidness to him.
Watching his body move, perfunctory, simply taking off his clothes, shouldn’t make you feel the way it did. Yet you still pressed your legs together in anticipation. It was Sasha that opened them again, gently prying them apart as he worked his way up the bed and between them. His lips ghosted along the bend of your knee, his beard tickling the sensitive skin.
It seemed like Sasha wanted to take his time with you, build up the tension with rough fingers and a soft tongue, but you burned for him in a way you could hardly explain. You needed him now.
His hair tangled between your fingers as you tried to pull him up. Hot breath making you squirm as he lapped at your clit, undeterred by your attempt of hurrying him along.
“You can eat me out next time. Need you in me. Please.”
“No next time.” He said against the seam of your leg.
It only hurt your heart a little but at least he told you that he only wanted a one (well, two) time fling and didn’t keep you guessing, stringing you along like some other people did.
Your thoughts were interrupted by him nipping at your thigh again, close enough to where you needed him the most that you could feel your arousal cling to that beard of his.
“Fine.” You gave in before following it with a gasp as his lips sealed around your clit, sucking gently before wandering lower to eat you out. He was good at what he was doing —very good, in fact— but you wanted him to hurry anyway. There was no telling how much time you had before your family would return and you desperately needed him to fill you up before they did.
Sasha’s lap had been covered by your blanket the day that you woke up together but seeing him strip down in front of you had only confirmed what you had already known in your heart. Sasha Barkov had a massive dick. And he knew how to use it. You didn’t need to remember your night to know that.
When you came it was with a shout, thighs wrapped around his head and shaking. So much for the stubborn idea of holding out and urging him on through that.
“Thank you.” He pressed a kiss to the soft chub below your naval. Another to your sternum, between your boobs. Part of you wished he would kiss you —because kissing him felt nice, especially when he kissed you sweetly and sometimes a girl just wanted to be kissed sweetly after an orgasm— but Sasha didn’t kiss you. No. His mouth attached himself to your neck, lips sticky and rough. There was no telling how marked up you would be come morning but the simple fact that he was marking you up at all was enough to drive you half mad. You weren’t his yet he made sure to let everybody know you were owned.
The first nudge of him, light and teasing, was enough to have you reaching down. Sasha let you, playfully biting down as you took him in your hand only to have the bite turn into a muffled moan against your skin as you guided him inside you.
Even with one orgasm already making you feel relaxed the stretch of him was significant, He gave you little time to adjust but that suited your needs all the better. No matter how sweetly he would treat you, you would definitely feel him tomorrow.
Sasha didn’t hold back and put all his strength into it. The headboard hit the wall again and again, loud thumps accompanying breathy curses and cried encouragements. Every tiny action was rewarded by a bigger, even more pleasant reaction.
When you came it was with your sweaty body pressed into the bed by his, filled to the hilt and with your nails clawing at his back. Sasha fucked you through it, keeping his pace even with your shaking legs wrapped around his middle. And then, just as the feeling became too overwhelming, he came too.
The two of you laid together as you both calmed down, heavy breathing evening out, your bodies silent and twisted together on top of the blanket. The moment seemed calm, Sasha almost purring when your hand found its way into his hair, gently tugging on the strands and scratching his scalp. His cum started to slowly leak out of you but you couldn’t stand the thought of having to go get cleaned up. The afterglow of your orgasms just felt too good not to bask in it.
At least it did before you heard the front food to Matthew’s house slam shit and your family yell your name.
cw: discription of reader having a flu... 1.3k words
Waking up sick was never fun but at least you got sick while Vince was away on a road trip with the team far, far away from your germs. The last thing you needed was to get him sick too.
What had started with a sore throat had quickly developed into a full on flu. You felt horribly gross and in pain but at least you didn’t have to worry about work since your doctor gave you a note that excused you for two whole weeks.
The boredom was the worst of it, since everything you could think of to pass the time hurt. No phone because looking at a screen made your headache worse. No TV either since the noises made your headache worse. You couldn’t even blow your stuffy nose or cough without making your headache worse.
So napping it was.
After days of naps you expected to feel at least a little bit rested but no. Everything felt exhausting. There was nothing besides sleep, painkillers, and plain yogurt in your life.
Your muscles ached as you fought your way out of the blanket pile you slept under. Two days ago you had mustered up the strength to swap your bedding with the guest room set in an attempt to be surrounded by less germs. Today you shuffled to your closet and changed into a different shirt for the same reason.
Just as you were debating if you should try and make your way into the kitchen your bedroom door opened, revealing your boyfriend.
The two of you just looked at each other before you spoke up at the same time.
“You look terrible. Get back into bed.”
“I thought you wouldn’t get home until Tuesdays?”
You immediately regretted speaking, your throat burning now.
“It is Tuesday.” Vince said, dropping his bag with a dull thud. “Bed. Come on.”
You went without protest, letting yourself be tucked in and hiding your face in the blankets when he attempted to feel your forehead.
Vince didn’t stop fussing over you though. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
“Didn’t want you to worry. You needed to focus on the games.” It felt like a silly reason but you didn’t want to distract Vince during a road trip.
“Baby…” He trailed off, one of his hands coming up to brush over your sweaty hair. “Those games aren’t as important as you.”
You wanted to protest but Vince shushed you. “I could have at least asked the boys to send one of their wives over to check in on you and make sure you’re not dying.”
Just as you wanted to reply your body betrayed you, a coughing fit wrecked your body so hard your eyes started to water from the pain.
Vince didn’t comment on it; he just brushed your hair out of your face and tucked the blankets around you tighter. Well.. it looked like you would be staying in bed for a little while longer.
“I’m going to the store real quick.” Vince decided. “I’ll only be gone a few minutes but if anything happens promise you’ll call.”
“Hmmmm.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.” You mumbled or maybe slurred. You couldn’t quite tell.
It wouldn’t matter anyways because somewhere between Vince pressing a kiss to your feverish forehead and him walking towards the door, you fell asleep.
By the time you woke up again twilight had set in. The low light coming through the window didn’t agitate your throbbing headache and you managed to get up and out of bed without the struggle you had earlier in the day.
The apartment was silent as you made your way out of the bedroom. It seemed like several hours had passed since Vince left but you couldn’t tell if he’d come back, which worried you more than the flu. You knew Vince wouldn’t just leave you alone while you were sick, that was the whole reason why you didn’t tell him about it in the first place.
Finally you spotted light coming from the kitchen but the sight that greeted you when you went to investigate wasn’t something you expected. Vince was standing with his back to you, working on something on the stove you couldn’t see. From what you could smell —and that wasn’t very much— whatever he was cooking smelled amazing. You didn’t know Vince could cook.
“What now?” He spoke, his voice loud over the quiet noises of the boiling water. For a moment you thought he was talking to you before his mom’s voice filled the room.
“Turn the heat to low and let it simmer. It should be done in 15 to 20 minutes.”
Vince nodded and as he moved you could see his iPad propped up, his mother’s face on the screen on a video call.
“And you better set a timer because we both know you’ll just forget about it and let the soup burn.”
“Mom, that’s—”
“Don’t say anything. You know I’m right. Now show me what tea you brought.”
You watched in silence as your boyfriend picked up a bag and placed it on the counter before holding up box after box after box of tea.
“Oh dear. How many different kinds did you get?”
Vince shrugged, the muscles under his shirt moving from where you could see his back. “I dunno. Like ten?” He looked between the bag and his mother’s face on the screen, then held up two more boxes.
“The red box.” His mom decided. “Do you have a kettle?”
Vince didn’t respond for a moment, freezing up at the question. “Uh…”
“Cabinet to your left.” You decided to help him out, alerting him to your presence.
He jumped, dropping the boxes he was holding. “You’re awake.”
“You’re cooking.”
The two of you just looked at each other for a moment before he finally seemed to register that you were standing in the kitchen with him. “Why aren’t you in bed? You're sick and need to rest.”
He walked over to you and felt your forehead again. “You don’t feel as hot as before. That’s good right?”
“Feel a little better too.” Speaking still hurt a little but you’d manage for the moment. “I wanted to look for you.”
Vince smiled. “You found me. Now get back to bed. I’ll bring you some tea and some soup soon.”
You wanted to fight him just on principle but a weird shiver ran through your body. “Okay.” You conceded, turning towards the iPad and addressing his mom for the first time since you stepped into the kitchen. “Hi. Thank you for helping Vince with the cooking.”
“Of course sweetheart. Get well soon. I’m gonna log off but don’t hesitate to call if you need any more help, okay?”
Vince barely managed to get out a “Thanks mom. Love you. Bye.” before the call ended. He then turned back to you, placing his hand on the small of your back and gently steering you towards the hallway. “Come on baby. Let's get you back into bed. A little rest and we’ll get you healthy again in no time.”
You laughed a little at his attentiveness. This side of him wasn’t exactly new but it surprised you time and time again, the amount of attention he paid to every little ailment. Vince cared. A lot. “Whatever you say, Dr. Dunn.”
Vince tucked you in again, this time letting you sit against the headboard as he went back to the kitchen to finish the soup and bring it to you alongside two different mugs of tea and some medicine. Smiling, you carefully tried the hot soup as he watched, a small satisfied moan leaving your mouth at the taste. Not bad at all. When you looked at Vince he smiled down at you with a soft look in his eyes and you couldn’t help but hope for a quick recovery. The last thing you wanted to do was get him sick but you also really wanted to kiss him. Soon, you thought. You’d be back to health in no time, but until then you could be convinced to let Vince play doctor (and private chef) a little longer.
- one thing is guaranteed when you’re sleeping with Travis
- you will be satisfied
- doesn’t matter if it’s sweet sweet love making or a nasty rough fuck
- if it’s sex with Travis it’ll be good
- because he will make sure it is
- Travis loves a good challenge
- doesn't mind working for it if it means he can be the one to take you home
- he eats pussy for pleasure and isn't afraid to let you know just how badly he wants to eat you out
- just lay back and let him have his fun
- maybe wrap your thighs around his head if he's doing a good job
- but just be warned that unless his mouth is busy he will run it
- while he enjoys foreplay and all the little pleasures it entails he's also not a fan of drawing things out
- if you're both ready then there's no real point in teasing
- why should he deny the two of you that instant reward
- when Travis fucks he always starts out slow at first
- not too gentle
- but he likes fucking you like you need to be fucked
- that includes not going harder until you tell him to
- likes it when you’re vocal in bed because then he can make sure you’re enjoying yourself
- and when you’re too fucked out to talk he’ll let you sink your nails into his back and dig your heels into his ass from how tight your legs are wrapped around his hips so you can show him instead
- Travis isn’t mad when you leave marks
- sure he’d prefer if they can be somewhat hidden by a shirt
- but he’s not going to complain
- he’ll only return the favor of course
- absolutely loves coming inside you (with proper protection of course)
- the afterglow with Travis lasts a really long time
- he's a caretaker at heart and will make sure you're comfortable while he cleans up a little
