the results from this post are in! this was so fun and so funny lmao i love that we all agree on the himboism of travis and mitch. i also love the way that morgan won for mom friend against two actual fathers....so true
“can you do an auston matthews imagine where he’s taking the game 7 loss rlly hard n you help him through it.”
“I'm v v emotional after that game so like.. an imagine where auston is rlly down abt losing to the Bruins and he's like crying a little and u basically have to comfort him?? If you'd like to of course!! Ty!!”
Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Cursing (the whole shebang)
Word Count: 1999
Notes: i hope you guys like it!! let me know what you think :) || requests are OPEN
When shit like this happened, you and Auston had a routine. Regardless of how each game went, he knew that you would be there to be whatever he needed you to be. This loss was particularly heart-wrenching but you were able to shove that down below the surface in order to take care of your boyfriend. When shit like this happened, Auston got angry. But you knew that Auston wasn’t genuinely angry, he was disappointed and hurt and sad, and when shit like this happened, Auston got angry so that he wouldn’t have to get sad.
As soon as you had closed the front door, he was immediately on you. His hands gripped the side of your face and he slammed his mouth onto yours as he backed you up against the door. His tongue was circling around yours, practically playing a game of tag within your mouth and you went to sink your hands into his hair when he reached up and gathered both of your wrists above your head with one of his hands. His teeth were clashing against yours every now and then but you couldn’t really mind because suddenly it was like he couldn’t get his hands down your pants fast enough. He shoved his hand directly into your underwear and immediately pushed two of his thick fingers into you, huffing a laugh into your mouth at the choked gasp that you let out in response. One of your hands broke loose and you reached down to grip his bicep as your eyes rolled back into your head at how deliciously rough the pace he had taken was. Frustrated with his limited mobility due to your skinny jeans, he released your other wrist and bent down to yank your jeans down below your knees, not wanting to bother with your shoes. With your feet effectively tangled, he quickly rose and threw you over his shoulder and began heading towards your bedroom.
Despite the fact that you knew he wasn’t in his usual joking mood, you couldn’t resist reaching down and pinching the cleft of his ass with a small giggle. If he was going to incapacitate you, the least you could do was entertain yourself. He immediately reached up and smacked you on your ass in retaliation. Humming in satisfaction a the moan you let out as he let his fingers run lightly through your exposed folds. Once the two of you finally reached the foot of your bed he hurriedly threw you from his shoulder, not bothering to let you down gently. As he kneeled down at the edge of the mattress to remove the pants that had become even further entangled in your sneakers you spread your legs slightly in an unconscious effort to invite him to go down on you. As he crawled back over you, he let his bottom lip drag up your leg and across your thigh. He let out a quiet tsk as his chin ran over your hip, taking care to avoid touching anywhere where you actually wanted him.
“fuckfuckfuck,” he muttered, eagerly tugging your shirt over your head. “ I like this one best,” he muttered against your collarbones, looking up at you through hooded eyes as he teasingly drug his finger over the zipper on the front of your bra. “…easy access,’ he growled with a smirk, quickly undoing the zipper and shoving the sides of the bra to rest under your back. He immediately went straight to sucking on your left breast, dragging his teeth over your nipple every few seconds as he ground his hips into your thigh. After a few minutes, he was finally satisfied that he had left enough hickeys to last for the next few days. He slowly started moving lower on your torso, taking his time by swerving to press open mouth kisses against each of your ribs. By the time he had finally settled himself between your legs, you were a complete mess. Your hands switching between running through your own hair at the overwhelming fleeting nature of Auston’s touches and gripping his hair to push him further down your body. Your hips jerked as he let out a cool breath directly on the hot skin of your clit.
“fuuck, babe, you’re fucking dripping,” he moaned out, using his fingers to collect the wetness that had gathered beneath you on the comforter, dragging them up through your folds to rest directly on your clit. As he used his middle finger to viciously rub circles on your clit, he leaned down to press his tongue flat against your opening. You let out a loud moan as his tongue came to replace his finger as he hurriedly pushed his pants to the edge of the bed. he suddenly launched himself back up your body, pressing his forehead into yours as he looked into your eyes for confirmation. You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck as you nodded, going to kiss him but letting your mouth fall open as he slowly pushed into you. You hadn’t had a lot of prep, but you knew that right now he didn’t need to make love to you, he needed to fuck you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you wrapped your legs around the small of his back, reaching your arm up above you to stop your head from slamming into the headboard as his thrusts picked up speed. With how keyed up the two of you were and the hand job you had given him in the car on the way home, it didn’t take long until he was slamming deeper into you, his thrusts getting sloppier. You pulled at the hair on the nape of his neck and clenched down on him as your abs spasmed and you finally came. The feeling of you coming around him had always been exactly what Auston needed to send him over the edge. He let out a few ragged breaths before he slipped out of you and curled up against your side, pressing his head into the crook of your neck. You reached over into the drawer of the bedside table to grab the baby wipes you had placed there exactly for nights like this. You carefully cleaned the two of you up, taking care not to jostle your boyfriend too much as you knew this night had taken a lot out of him. By the time you had set your alarm and returned to bed, he was already asleep. Once you got situated under the covers, he pressed himself closer to you, humming despite his unconscious state.
The next morning you awoke wrapped tightly in the arms of your boyfriend to the sounds of your alarm going off quietly next to your ear, you quickly shut it off to avoid disturbing the sleeping form next to you. Banana and peanut butter pancakes had become your specialty, and in all honesty, they were the only thing you could get Auston to eat after coming down from a loss. You knew he wouldn’t be in the mood to eat as many as he usually did, so you placed the extras in the fridge for later tonight when he inevitably caved into his hunger. You proceeded back towards your bedroom, carrying the standing tray you had splurged on with shit like this in mind. You set the tray down on the vanity and press a kiss to the top of your boyfriends head as you rub soothing circles into his shoulder in a gentle attempt to rouse him from his sleep. You saw his eyes flutter open and felt your heartbreak as his shoulders dropped when he recalled the events of last night. Rolling him over and coaxing him to sit up against the headboard, you placed the tray over his legs and walked to the other side of the bed to curl yourself back up against his side. He ate slowly and barely managed to finish half the plate before leaning over and setting the tray on the floor next to his side of the bed. Once he had done that, he immediately got up and changed into sweats without saying a word. He grabbed his keys and left with a kiss to your forehead as he headed to the rink. Regardless of whether or not there was practice the next day, he always took every loss far too personally to not force himself to practice past the point of exhaustion the next day. Today was going to be especially bad.
You spent most of the day cleaning and periodically checking in with the other WAGs to find out how the other guys were handling it. At around 5pm you decided it had been long enough and shot Mitch a text, asking him to retrieve your boyfriend. Inevitably, you knew that by the time he got there Auston would already be in the team’s infirmary after having overexerted himself to the point of passing out. About 45 minutes later, you heard a car pull into the driveway and you shut off the TV to go wait in the doorway. Mitch had Auston’s arm slung over his shoulder as he helped him up the steps, you quickly took over and shot Mitch a grateful smile as he proceeded back to his car. You walked Auston back through your bedroom and into the bathroom as you rested him on the closed seat of the toilet while you turned on the shower and began slowly peeling his sweat-drenched clothes off of him. As much as it hurt you to see him like this, taking care of a pliant and genuine Auston had a tendency to make you feel better, knowing you could look after him any way he needed you to. You take his hand and lead him into the spray, using your hands to shield his eyes from the water as you wet his hair and squirt a small amount of the 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner he insisted on using. As you moved on to cleanse his torso with the stress relief body wash you had purchased, you firmly worked your thumbs into the knots that had formed along his shoulders and back. You quickly rinsed yourself off, making sure to keep him under a majority of the spray so he wouldn’t grow cold. As you were rinsing out your hair, you felt his arms snake around your waist as he pressed his chin into the crook of your neck, knocking his head against yours gratefully.
You carefully dried him off and helped him into a pair of shorts and the softest and most worn out t-shirt of his that you could find. You coaxed him over to the couch in the living room and rested your body parallel to the cushions as you leaned up against the armrest. You spread your legs until your foot touched the ground as you pulled him by his hand to come to lay on top of you. He situated himself so his head rested just above your belly button and childishly snatched your wrist and placed on top of his head in a plea to get you to play with his hair. After a few moments, he wraps both of his arms around your waist as he burrows his head further into your stomach. You ran your fingers across his damp scalp and hummed a little to yourself, rubbing circles across the sparse of his back as you felt him let out a few small sobs. He gripped you tighter and you could feel the few tears he was willing to let fall soak through the cotton of your shirt. You reached for your phone and connected to the speaker across the room, playing some music quietly in the background while continuing to console your boyfriend. This was what you were here for, to help each other get through shit like this.
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@marnerharts and i sat at the kitchen table and and made this by we were inspired by @fratboynolanpatrick !!!!! take it if you want, we think it’s pretty fun :D
