hiii i hear you wanted to write for colston loveland, and this idea has been brewing in my head for a while and i knew you'd eat it up , its inspired by a specific tiktok i saw a couple days ago
reader is already his gf like they've been together for a while so its very comfortable and shes got her little routine on saturdays. shes always at the games and shes the one person he looks for every single time he’s on the field and i’m picturing it especially after a big win (like obvi the natty last year but could just be a random home game too)
stadium's crazy, everyone's losing their minds, cameras everywhere but colston’s only thought is where’s my girl and its not even some huge over-the-top thing it’s just him spotting her after the game and literally sprinting across the field to get to her because he needs to hug her first
here is the inspo tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@ferivalerio/video/7524505033015086343
ᝰ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.9k
ᝰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | PDA, kinda cliche and a little sappy, fluffy, um tried to make it as realistic as possible cause michigan's stadium is HUGE and idk if colston would actually be able to do the thing in the tiktok BUT whatever, stupid logistics
ᝰ 𝒆𝒗'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 | hi love! i saw ur request and that tiktok has actually lived in my brain since i saw it, its literally MY DREAM so ofc i had to rush to write this. im so inspired. and so in love with colston its actually baddddddd, anyways! i hope you enjoy
also!! if anyone would like to send me more colston loveland requests pls do!
𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 ? — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐘, 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓
By now your Saturdays move on autopilot. The alarm goes off earlier than you’d like, you slip into the same pair of Michigan sweats you’ve worn every home game since sophomore year and you head straight for your coffee maker with a mental checklist already running. Blue and maize ribbons braided into your hair? Check. Face paint in your bag in case your friends want? Check. Enough snacks packed for the tailgate so you don’t end up with regretful stadium nachos? Check.
It’s a routine built from seasons of showing up, sitting in the same section and watching the same boy you’ve loved since high school grow into someone the whole country suddenly seems to know. Sometimes it still feels bizarre that Colston is your Colston. The same kid who used to trip over his cleats trying to impress you at backyard scrimmages is now Michigan’s golden boy, TE1 and the name shouted through televisions across America.
But to you he’s just Colston. The same guy who leaves his socks everywhere and texts you twenty minutes before practice asking if you can send a picture of Penny, your roommate’s cat, because he misses her. The one who FaceTimes you half-asleep on away trips just to say “goodnight” and falls asleep before you can answer back.
You don’t think about the cameras or the noise or the sheer scale of the thing when you walk into Michigan Stadium. You don’t even think about the fact that you’ve learned most of the team’s signals just from years of watching. For you, it’s simpler than all of that: Saturday means football and football means Colston.
It’s comfortable now, this rhythm of yours. Your friends tease you for being a little superstitious like how you won’t switch seats, how you always wear your jersey even if it’s freezing - but it feels right. Like muscle memory, a quiet promise you’ve been keeping without ever saying it out loud: that you’ll always be there, no matter how big the stage gets.
The last seconds on the clock didn’t tick down so much as dissolve. One moment, the scoreboard still glared its impossible promise and the next the game was over. Michigan had done it.
The stadium erupted into something feral, a sound so big it rattled in your chest like a second heartbeat. Blue and maize confetti exploded from cannons. Strangers were hugging, crying, screaming in each other’s faces like they’d been waiting their whole lives for this. The air smelled like sweat and adrenaline and cheap beer and it felt like the whole world had cracked open.
Colston barely heard any of it. His helmet had already been ripped off and his lungs burned from the cold and from everything else - every practice, every hit, every ounce of weight carried to get to this exact moment. His teammates slammed into him, arms thrown around shoulders, voices hoarse from victory shouts. Cameras swarmed like flies, trying to catch every smile, every tear but Colston’s head was on a swivel, already searching, scanning through the chaos because he knew exactly who he needed to find.
You.
For you, it was overwhelming in a different way. Your hands shook where they clutched the cold railing of the stands, your voice gone from yelling, though you couldn’t stop screaming anyway. You’d never seen anything like it - an entire stadium folding into joy all at once. For a split second you couldn’t even pick him out in the sea of helmets and jerseys but you knew. You knew the shape of his shoulders, the way he carried himself even when he was just walking off a snap. Your eyes locked on him before you even realized you were looking.
He was laughing but it wasn’t the casual, easy laugh you knew from lazy Sundays. It was raw, unguarded, disbelief bleeding into triumph and underneath it all was the thought he couldn’t shake: we did it, we actually did it.
But tangled in that, immediate and insistent, was another thought pressing harder against his ribs: where’s she at?
The national championship wasn’t yours to win, not directly and yet, it felt like it was because you had been here for every step, every bruise, every late-night rant about playbooks and pressure. His dream had folded into yours long before tonight and now you were both standing in the middle of it, stunned.
The timer had run out. The world had changed and in the eye of it, Colston thought only of you while you thought only of him.
The noise when the clock hit zero was almost unbearable. Not just loud but bone-deep, like the entire stadium was a breathing thing that had just roared. Confetti was exploding, fireworks shooting up into the night sky and tens of thousands of people were screaming like they’d been waiting their entire lives for this.
Colston had been swept into the current of it all, the mob of teammates, the heavy slap of hands on his back, the deafening chants of “Go Blue!” echoing like thunder across the stadium. Every direction he turned there was another camera shoved in his face, another arm pulling him into a victory shot but beneath all of that, his chest was burning with one thought.
So he pulled, shoved, ducked past a reporters’ mics and sprinted toward the sideline like the game hadn’t ended at all. People yelled his name, tried to grab him for interviews but he barely heard them. His gloves were halfway off, his mouthguard still wedged between his fingers and his eyes were locked on the student section like it was the only place oxygen lived.
And then, he saw you.
Your face stood out instantly, even among the wall of blue and maize. Your hands were gripping the railing so tight your knuckles had gone pale, your eyes wide, glassy with tears of happiness. You were screaming but the sound was lost in the storm of the crowd. To him it didn’t matter.
He didn’t think. He just moved.
With one wild burst of adrenaline, Colston charged the barrier. Security shouted something but he was already planting his cleats into the padded wall, already hauling himself up like gravity didn’t apply. For a heartbeat he was suspended there. Half on the field, half in the stands, the stadium holding its breath and then he was there, right in front of you, crashing into your space in a way that knocked every ounce of air out of your lungs.
And then he was there.
Right in front of you.
For a split second you just stared at him, too shocked to even breathe. His chest was heaving, sweat dripping down his temples, confetti tangled in his hair. His eyes locked onto yours like you were the only thing in the stadium.
“Baby,” he rasped, voice raw, breaking through all the noise. His gloved hands cupped your face so suddenly you gasped. “We did it, we won. Oh my god, I love you.”
Your brain scrambled. “Colston, what-what are you doing?”
But he wasn’t listening or maybe, he couldn’t. His forehead pressed to yours and you felt his breath shake as he said it again, louder this time, with a kind of desperation you’d never heard in his voice before.
“I love you. Do you hear me? I love you. You’re all I thought about when that clock ran out.” His words tumbled out, messy and uneven, the way they always did when his emotions got ahead of him. “All I wanted, the second it ended, was to get to you. Nothing else matters. Not the cameras, not the noise, not even the trophy, just you.”
Your heart punched hard against your ribs. “Colston,” you whispered, dizzy. “There are so many people-”
“I don’t care,” he cut you off, his voice trembling. His thumbs brushed across your cheeks, his eyes glistening in a way that made your stomach flip. “Let them see. Let the whole world see. You’re mine. Always.”
And then his mouth was on yours.
It startled you. Colston never did PDA. He always said he wanted to keep you for himself, that the world didn’t need a front-row seat to your love but here he was, kissing you like it didn’t matter who was watching, who was filming, who would dissect every second on social media by morning.
The kiss swallowed you whole. Rough, urgent, not practiced or polished - it was just real. His lips crushed against yours, tasting like sweat and salt and everything you’d been waiting for all season. You clung to him instinctively, your hands sliding up into his damp hair, tugging him closer. His body was shaking, from adrenaline or emotion or maybe both and he kissed you like this was the only way to steady himself.
The stadium erupted. People were shrieking, whistling, clapping. Phones shot upward, flashes going off like fireworks. You heard your friends absolutely losing their minds - someone even shouted, “That’s Colston Loveland!” It should have embarrassed you, should have sent you diving into the ground but all you could feel was him.
Colston broke the kiss only to bury his face against your neck, still holding you so tightly it almost hurt. His voice was muffled, cracked from shouting. “I love you so much. I swear to God, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Colston,” you whispered back. “I love you too. I’m so proud of you. You did it.”
You didn’t even have any more words, just nodded frantically as he pressed one more hard kiss to your lips.
Then, too soon - hands grabbed at him. Teammates, staff, people pulling him back to the field. He tried to linger, one last squeeze of your waist, one last desperate “I love you,” before they dragged him down and just like that, he was gone again, swallowed back into the chaos of the championship celebration.
You stood frozen, lips tingling, heart pounding like you’d just run sprints.
Then your friends pounced.
“What just happened?” One of your friends shrieked, grabbing your arm so hard you winced. “He literally - he just, he climbed up here for you!”
“Oh my god, oh my god,” another friend squealed, bouncing in place.
You covered your face with your hands, laughing and crying at the same time. “I-I don’t even know what just-he’s never, he doesn’t do PDA!”
“He doesn’t do PDA?” Your friend repeated at full volume, shaking you. “He just made out with you in front of eighty thousand people and ESPN! That’s not PDA, that’s like... a public declaration of marriage!”
The girls all screamed at once, the kind of high-pitched shriek that drew stares from everyone around you but you didn’t care, felt like your body was buzzing, like every nerve ending was sparking with disbelief.
“He told me he loved me,” you mumbled into your hands, half in shock.
“And we all heard it!” one of them yelled dramatically. “I swear the cameras picked that up. You’re going to be on TikTok tomorrow morning with like, 12 million likes,”
“You’re gonna be Mrs. Loveland one day, that’s what,” Your friend added and the group shrieked again, collapsing against each other like middle schoolers at a sleepover.
Your heart was still racing, your lips still tingling, your whole body still suspended in disbelief. It had been seconds, maybe a minute at most but the moment stretched long, like it had etched itself permanently into you.
Michigan had won the natty. The world had exploded in blue and maize. And Colston had made sure the first thing he did - the only thing he wanted, was to get to you.
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umich!Luke hughes x reader
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@nauljise
Being around Luke Hughes at the University of Michigan always feels a little dangerous.
Not in a bad way.
Just… in a way that makes your heart beat a little faster than it should.
Because Luke doesn’t do anything halfway.
Not hockey, not life, and definitely not you.
It starts with a text.
Luke: You up?
You stare at your phone.
You: Barely. Why?
The typing bubble appears immediately.
Luke: Come outside
You sit up in bed, frowning slightly.
You: It’s literally past midnight
Luke: Exactly
You roll your eyes, but you’re already getting up, pulling on a hoodie and slipping your shoes on quietly so you don’t wake your roommate.
There’s something about him that makes it impossible to say no.
The air outside is cool, quiet, the campus mostly asleep.
And there he is.
Leaning against his car like he has nowhere else to be.
Like this is normal.
“Hi,” he says when he sees you.
“Hi,” you reply, crossing your arms. “Why am I here?”
He shrugs.
“I wanted to see you.”
“That’s not a real reason.”
“It is at midnight.”
You try not to smile.
“Luke.”
“What?”
“You’re insane.”
“Yeah,” he says easily. “Get in.”
You hesitate.
“Where are we going?”
He grins.
“You’ll see.”
Ten minutes later, you’re standing outside a frat house.
Music thumps faintly from inside, though it’s quieter than usual—most people have already gone home or passed out.
You stare at him.
“No." “Yes.”
“Absolutely not.”
“It’ll be quick.”
“Luke—”
He steps closer.
“Relax,” he says softly. “I just need to grab something.”
You narrow your eyes.
“And you brought me because…?”
“Because I wanted you with me.”
That stupid answer again.
It works again. You sigh.
“Fine. But if I get caught, I’m blaming you.”
“Deal.”
Sneaking into a frat house at one in the morning is not something you ever planned on doing.
Yet here you are.
Luke pushes the door open quietly, glancing inside before motioning for you to follow.
The house smells like spilled drinks and cheap cologne.
A couple of guys are passed out on the couch in the main room, the TV still playing something no one is watching.
You whisper, “This is a terrible idea.”
He whispers back, “It’s a great idea.”
“Explain how.”
“I get to see you.”
You roll your eyes again, but your cheeks feel warm.
He leads you upstairs, his hand brushing yours briefly as you walk.
Not quite holding.
But close.
Too close.
“Where are we going?” you whisper.
“My room.”
“Of course.”
He glances back at you with a grin.
“You’re judging me.”
“I am.”
“You still came.”
“That’s your fault.”
“Not arguing.”
His room is surprisingly clean.
At least compared to the rest of the house.
Hockey gear is neatly stacked in one corner, a couple of sticks leaning against the wall. There are photos taped up—teammates, games, random moments you don’t recognize.
And then…
You spot one of you.
It’s small, tucked near his desk. Just a picture someone must have taken one afternoon on campus. Your stomach flips slightly.
“You have that?” you ask.
He shrugs, suddenly looking less confident.
“Yeah. Why?”
He leans against the door.
“Because I like it.” You don’t know what to say to that.
So instead, you sit down on the edge of his bed.
“Thought you came here to grab something,” you point out. “I did.”
He walks over to his desk, opening a drawer. But instead of grabbing something immediately, he pauses.
Then looks at you.
“You ever think this is kind of crazy?” he asks.
“What?”
“This.”
You tilt your head.
“Sneaking me into your frat house at one in the morning?” “That, yeah.”
You smile slightly.
“Maybe.”
He steps closer.
“But you still came.”
“Maybe I’m crazy too.”
“I like that.”
There’s a moment where neither of you moves. The music downstairs fades into the background. The house creaks slightly around you.
And suddenly it feels like you’re the only two people there.
Luke sits beside you. Closer than before.
“So,” he says quietly. “You trust me?”
You glance at him.
“Should I?” He smiles.
“Yeah.”
You study him for a second.
Then nod.
“I do.”
Something shifts in his expression. Something softer.
“Good,” he says.
Then he reaches into the drawer again and finally pulls something out. A hoodie. Your hoodie.
You blink.
“You stole that.”
“You left it.”
“That doesn’t mean you get to keep it.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
He hands it to you.
“I just… wanted to give it back in person.”
You look down at it. Then back at him.
“You could’ve just brought it to campus.”
“Yeah.”
“But this was more fun.”
You laugh quietly.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“I’ve been told.”
You stand up, holding the hoodie.
“You risked getting both of us in trouble… for this?”
He shrugs.
“And to see you.”
You shake your head, smiling.
“You’re actually ridiculous.”
“And yet, you’re still here.”
You step a little closer.
“Barely.”
He leans in slightly.
“Still counts.”
Your heart is beating faster now.
The space between you feels smaller. Closer.
“You should probably take me back,” you say, even though you don’t move.
“Probably.”
He doesn’t move either.
“Before someone sees us.”
“Yeah.”
Still nothing.
Then he does it.
Slowly.
Like he’s giving you time to stop him.
He reaches out, brushing his fingers lightly against your hand.
You don’t pull away.
So he intertwines them.
Your breath catches slightly.
“Still trust me?” he murmurs.
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
And then he kisses you.
It’s softer than you expected.
Not rushed.
Not reckless.
Just… right.
Your free hand grips the front of his hoodie instinctively, steadying yourself.
His hand tightens slightly around yours.
For a moment, everything else disappears.
No frat house.
No risk.
No late hour.
Just him.
When you pull back, you’re both a little breathless.
“Well,” you say quietly.
“Well,” he echoes.
You laugh softly.
“This was definitely a bad idea.”
“Best bad idea I’ve had.”
You shake your head.
“Take me home, Hughes.”
He grins.
“Yeah, okay.”
But he doesn’t let go of your hand.
Sneaking out is easier than sneaking in.
The house is even quieter now.
The night air feels colder when you step outside.
Luke walks you back to the car, still holding your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Before you get in, you turn to him.
“This stays between us,” you say.
“Of course.”
“No one can know you’re dragging me into frat houses at one in the morning.”
He smirks.
“Your secret’s safe with me.”
You narrow your eyes.
“My secret?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re the problem here.”
“Worth it.”
As he drives you back across campus, the silence feels different now.
Comfortable.
Full.
When he stops outside your building, neither of you moves right away.
“Same time tomorrow?” he asks.
You laugh.
“Absolutely not.”
“Worth a shot.”
You open the door, stepping out before leaning back in slightly.
“Goodnight, Luke.”
“Goodnight.”
You hesitate.
Then lean in quickly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
His grin is immediate.
You shake your head, stepping back.
“Go home.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As you walk back inside, heart still racing, one thought keeps repeating in your mind:
contains: fluff, cussing, arguing, protective luke
summary: you and luke have been hooking up for almost a year, and luke about to leave for new jersey, they get into a fight about luke being so over protective as if they were actually dating.
notes: this is for my lovely sunny!! @cupidbedsy
“we’re not just friends.”
march 31, 2023
location: Ann Arbor, Michigan
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after a year of just hooking up, you had notice luke becoming more protective then ever.
dancing at a party, which one of the hockey players had hosted, in claim first rutgers birthday, but they all knew they just wanted to party.
she swayed her hips to the song as rutger walked up to her. she smiled, she had grown fairly fond of him. he’s sweet, and caring.
“hey, rut.” she stopped dancing and leaned closer to hear him. “hey, you.” he teased. “happy birthday, rutger.” she patted his shoulder. “thank you, y/n.”
“of course.” she leaned against the counter. the two continued their conversation, laughing along. “uh oh, here comes ‘big man’” rutger sighed. “what?” she laughed, confused.
until, an arm wrapped around her waist, and the faint smell of expensive cheap smelling cologne which she had never gotten used to.
“luke.” she huffed, taking his hand away. “come on, babe.” he whispered. “i’m not your babe.” she pointed at him.
“y/n.” he sighed. “no luke, we’ve been over this.” she pushed back at him, walking away. “you fucked up luke…” rutger whispered. “shut up mcgroarty.”
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she crossed her arms, walking in the cold outdoors was definitely not the best decision. luckily, her apartment wasn’t far.
she sped up her walking, as she heard moving around her. maybe she should stop watching criminal minds in the middle of the night while studying for an exam.
she had finally made it to her apartment building, running up the stairs to her apartment, the elevators have been broken for a month now, and no one even seemed to call.
digging around in her purse, she realized she forgot her keys in luke’s truck, thinking he’d be dropping her off. she groaned.
there was no use in calling her landlord, he’d just tell her that he didn’t care and to fix it on her own.
“looking for these?” she jumped, turning to meet luke. “you’re an asshole, give me my damn keys.” she reached to grab them.
“no, you’ve got to let me talk to you.” luke told her. “fine, i’m sleeping in my hallway tonight because i’d rather not hear you’re lame excuses anymore.”
“y/n, you’ve got to listen to me.” luke sighed. “no! i don’t! we’re not dating, luke. you can’t control anything i do, and even if we were dating, you still can’t control me. i am my own person. not some fucking doll for you to control whenever you’re interested in getting off.” she pushed back at him.
“will you just listen to me!” he exclaimed. “i told you i don’t wanna hear it anymore, give me my damn keys.” she spoke, sternly.
luke dropped her keys, storming off. she rolled her eyes, picking up her keys, she jammed her key into the door, twisting it before pulling the key out and slamming her door. she locked the door back.
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april 2, 2023
setting her bag down in the back of the coffee shop she works at, pulling her apron and placing her name tag on at the top.
walking to the counter she started taking orders. “$12.15 is your total.” she smiled. the costumer paid.
“welcome, what can i get you today?” she asked, clicking the pad. “to talk to you.” it was luke. “go away.” she sighed, typing into the pad.
“y/n, come on.” he looked at her. she huffed. “i can take a break in fifteen, you’ll have three to talk to me, and i will have a stop watch on, nothing more than three minutes.” she told him.
luke nodded, moving out of the line.
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walking out of the counter, she walked to where luke was outside. “go.” she told him, starting the stop watch.
“i know you think we’re only hooking up, and that’s what it originally was. but you’re my best friend, and over this last year, you became more than that. and i know, i’m leaving soon, but i need you to know i am in love with you.” luke rambled out, speeding against the time he didn’t know if he had.
her face softened. “luke….” she sighed. “i’m sorry, you’re right. i’m not your boyfriend and should’ve never acted as if i was.” he said.
she grabbed his face gently, pulling him into a kiss. he grabbed her hips, deepening it. “i guess you could call yourself my boyfriend, now.” she whispered.
Luke Hughes x fem!reader (established relationship, but still new)
Idea: Reader gets nauseous from being on the boat at the Hughes’s Lake House and snuggles up to Luke.
Requested: Nope.
Author’s Note: I know I’m bouncing around who I’m writing for, but I’m on a NHL spree right now. I also get nauseated if I'm on a boat or in the ocean for too long. Fun Fact: I wrote the beginning part of this on a note card while working by myself in the OR today. We had a really long case where I just had to check up on people during the middle of it (hence why I wrote this on a card because I don’t like going on my phone when I’m in the OR. It's unprofessional). I don’t know any of these people personally. The closest I’ve gotten to the team (that wasn’t just playing in the band at the games or when they were walking past us down the 2023 red carpet in tampa) was a tuba was talking to some of them in his plane row on the ride back from that trip (he ended up being the tuba you see in the senior picture from 2024) and one of the coaches had to share our bus on the way back from the 2023 frozen four game with his wife and two young daughters (I kept trying to get the younger one to smile at me unsuccessfully). Someone from my hotel room also shared the elevator ride up with the entire Fantilli family the night they lost that game in 2023 (I think Adam also won the Hobey Baker award that same night). I’ve also been playing my lego lord of the rings game. Anyway, enjoy this little blurb.
Tagging some of my favorite Hughes/NHL writers, love y’all.
I forgot to mention that this is kinda based on the cute stuff @bedsyandco writes
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Warning: None, just general fluff. Feeling sick on a boat.
Word Count: 488
Being on a boat wasn’t your most favorite thing in the world, mainly because the last time you were on a boat, it got stuck in the middle of the laek and had to be towed back to shore (true story), but when your boyfriend Luke invited you to spend the weekend at the lakehouse with ihs brothers and friends, you weren't going to say no. The weekend had been filled with lots of eating, playing outside, and the boys being competitive at every game they pick up (even the old board game you brought to teach them how to play). Just trying to keep up with them all was exhausting, so that’s how you ended up on the back of the boat enjoying the warm air instead of diving into the water again. The boys had been going back and forth between wakeboarding and chatting on the boat deck. With them supplying the lake with plenty of waves, the constand up and down was starting to make your stomach sick. You scooched over and made yourself comfortable laying your head on Luke’s shoulder. He then opened his arms and wrapped you in his warm embrace so you could crawl on his lap and snuggle closer to his chest.
“You feeling ok?”
“Yeah, just want to stop the constant movement.” It was getting to a point were you just wanted to stop the constant movement. It being really hot out didn’t help either.
“We’ll head to shore soon. Then we can cool off inside.”
Being wrapped up in Luke’s embrace with his fingers gently carding through your hair or down your shoulder leaving goosebumps in their wake and shading you with his fit body definitely helped keep your mind off of your stomach and the boat’s ever shifting movements. Luke wasn’t much of a pda person, but you always encouraged him to show little bits of it at least in front of his family or close friends.
Little did you know, that’s exactly who was eyeing the interaction. Jack, Quinn, Trevor, Cole, and Dylan all had stopped what they were talking about in favor of watching the interaction between you two. Eventhough they were not all related, they felt like proud older brothers seeing Luke be so considerate and affectionate in front of them. Of couse they’re all going to tease him relentlessly later about this, but they were gentlemen in regards to respecting the timing and the moment.
“Just lay down and close your eyes. We’ll be on shore soon.” You snuggled deeper into Luke’s neck keeping your eyes closed and focused on his soft skin, his natural scent, and the way his warm body curled around yours. He even tugged on your legs to pull you fully into his lap as his large frame wrapped around your body fully encasing you in his warmth and comfort.
Nothing better than enjoying the summer with those you love.
a/n: hey lovelies !!! AHH this is my first LONG fic and smut piece. please be nice, i am new to writing smut so cut your girl some slack !! i really enjoyed writing this & a big thank you to @homestylehughes for proofreading for me !!! i hope you enjoy and please remember to reblog creators works !! 🫶🏻
summary: i love you, it’s ruining my life
warnings: smut 18+: oral (m&f receiving), fingering, p in v protected sex
word count: 7.9k
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
it may be an understatement to some, but you loved the back to school season. with the transition into autumn as the environment's colour palette turned from vibrant greens, to warm browns and yellows, you found yourself content as the pumpkin spice and apple pie scents cascaded through the atmosphere.
walking across the campus as the dried leaves crunched underneath you, you mindlessly took in your surroundings, observing your fellow students and seeing the excitement fall upon their faces as new friendships blossomed, and friendships rekindled after spending the last few months back to where their stories were created.
your headphones were plugged in, allowing you to enter a trance of tranquillity, finding all your worries in the world disappear into an abyss. you were relieved, given your last semester, you were faced with an unkind welcoming that most people would question you for being so dismissive of.
ethan edwards, 5’11 defenseman for the university of michigan’s hockey team. enrolled in the same physiology class last term, the pair of you were assigned partners at the start of the semester for your final examination project, which entitled you to countless hours outside of class to be spent together. and maybe that wasn’t something you would complain about initially.
the close proximity your assignment brought upon you, may have been a blessing in disguise, but neither ethan or you were going to be the ones to admit it. the brunette had caught your eye when he entered the classroom shortly after it had begun, looking out of breath as if he had sprinted to the lecture hall. there was no denying you felt your stomach do a summersault when you found your name printed next to his, looking up and meeting his eyes as you followed from where his finger had pointed. and when you first began the foundational stages of the project, you couldn’t help but acknowledge the flutter you felt in your chest when he’d chuckle at something you said, or got caught gazing into your eyes a second too long for anyone to consider there was no chemistry.
as the project unfolded, and you began scheduling times within the week to work on the requirements, you noticed yourself more frequently checking the day and time of the week, anticipating the moment you would meet the brunette again. you mentally frowned upon yourself, he was just another one of your classmates, you questioned yourself, why was he so different than all the rest?
maybe it was the way he’d wait for you after the class had a quiz or midterm if he finished before you, or would always save you a seat in the classroom, every single class, or even when he copied his notes from the days you missed class from being sick with strep throat.
you had to convince yourself he was just another one of those hockey players. they had that natural charisma, he was used to charming the ladies, society had just instilled that hockey players drew all the attention, and there was just something so intriguing about them.
you had come to realize the impact his hockey commitment had on his academic availability was a bit heavier than you had anticipated, so when he had missed a meetup one week without informing you, he received a lengthy message about punctuality and responsibility, which earned you your favourite drink and dessert as an apology.
you knew hockey players though, you had family immersed in the community and when you began your continuing education, you made a promise to yourself to steer clear of hockey players at all cost. however, that was inevitable, considering UMich had quite the popularity surrounding the NCAA hockey team. you’d hear about the team from your roommates and classmates, about the big win from the night before, or how a player made a stylish play, it’s as though it suffocated you, which led you to think that was the reason ethan left you so entranced by his presence.
you didn’t want to like him, but your heart cried out to you when there was unexpected rain in the weather forecast, and you ended up arriving to the project meeting drenched by mother nature. ethan immediately rushed to you, asking about what had happened and if you were okay. he insisted that you take his navy blue hoodie that had a yellow “M” embroidered into the front, with his number 73 stitched into the arm. much to your dismay, he pushed past your protests, and forced you to change into the warm, dry piece of fabric, that you hated to admit smelt like the best cologne you could ever imagine.
you went home that night thinking about all the encounters you had ensued with ethan, and a tiny seed had planted in your imagination, that maybe he was acting in a way that was more than a group-project partner, more than a friend who simply looked out for you. maybe he was different, there were so many questions that raced through your mind when he appeared in your head, that you considered letting your hockey player-driven guard down.
you assumed it was nothing, but when your roommate had caught you smiling at your phone like a mischievous child, and proceeded to interrogate you at who could possibly be taking away this much of your attention, maybe ethan seemed to be more than a group partner to you, and a liking had sprouted in your heart for the hockey player.
every so often when you would catch his eye in class when the professor was in the depth of the lecture, you would smile to yourself as if one look meant a million more words. ethan was so genuine, in class and out, there was no way he couldn’t be sincere. and when he sent you a message thanking you endlessly for surprising him at his hockey game, the three red hearts that trailed along at the end of the grey text bubble made your heart pound in your chest, wanting to burst.
ethan
y/n!! there’s no way i saw you up in the stands today.. i thought you hated everything hockey?? what changed?
y/n
i was forced against my will. 😐
y/n
i’m kidding, my roommate dragged me out of the dorm and said i needed to experience one of the games, and i guess since i knew someone on the team it made it a bit more exciting to go to
ethan
oh, so when your roommate asks you it’s an immediate yes?
ethan
i’ve been asking you for months to come to one of the games!!!
y/n
allie is much more convincing than you are.. 🤷
ethan
seriously tho, it made my night to see you there. and you even got to see me score!!
y/n
it was pretty cool how you did that one move, and i saw you look up after so i knew i had some sort of part in your celebration after
ethan
hey well what do you say you come to the next game next thursday? i can bring one of my jerseys to our meetup on wednesday for you to wear to the game
ethan
but again, thank you so much for coming to the game y/n. it made my night seeing you there ❤️❤️❤️
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
your semester had come to an end, and ethan and you aced the project, receiving one of the highest grades in the entire class. as a ritual, your fellow students gathered for the end-of-semester party that was held at the hockey team’s shared housing unit. it was only the middle of november when your classes had ended, so you found yourself picking out a black dress that you knew accentuated your body in all the right ways, and would definitely catch the attention of some.
your friends and you entered the house that held the hockey team, being welcomed to the loud, vibrating sound of music playing all over the inside, the smell of sweat from nerves and dancing, and suddenly becoming aware of how sticky your shoes felt against the hardwood floor as you stepped farther in.
your roommate allie had found herself reconnecting with another one of her friends from her classes, while your other friend, taylor had already ventured to find the nearest source of alcohol. you scanned the layout before you, seeing the stairs on the left that would lead to the frat houses’ bedrooms, and to your right was the living room where the furniture was pushed to the perimeter of the room to make a makeshift dance floor, while also giving seating for couples and drunk college students to make out, seeing a couple heavily entranced by each other’s mouths while the girl straddled the guy’s lap, you let out a breath, having this be a reminder of why you hated highschool and college parties.
there was really nothing entertaining about walking in to an occupied bathroom unbeknownst to you because the random strangers were too concerned with where each other’s hands and lips were, or how you had to hyperfixate on the drink in your hand, not knowing who or what could be around you.
you walked down the hallway, sliding between bodies, mumbling an “excuse me” and placing a soft hand on the backs or shoulders of the students you were passing by. you had turned the corner to which revealed the kitchen you had been searching for to mix yourself a drink, but rather than excitement unfolding, you were hit with a wind so cold and frigid, you almost stumbled back on your feet.
right before you was the infamous brunette, ethan edwards, leaning forward towards a short unknown figure, having each of his arms on either side of her body, almost trapping her into his embrace.
you didn’t know why it felt like there was no air to breath anymore, why it felt like your throat was closing up, or why it felt like you were choking on your own throat. you didn’t know why you felt your hands numb or why your stomach dropped rather than somersaulting. you blinked, trying to clear your vision at the sight before you, and you shook your head at yourself, not only because you couldn’t comprehend the sight before you, but also because you knew it didn’t matter that ethan was consumed by the unknown girl. you weren’t talking in that type of way, you weren’t pursuing him, and you most certainly didn’t like him, so why did it matter?
you knew you were in over your head and you felt heat fill in your cheeks in embarrassment at yourself for thinking any of the things ethan had done or said to you were sincere, or that he actually meant any of it.
to him, you were just another girl that was at his feet giving him attention, another stack on his shoulder to feed his ego, another notch on his belt. you knew it was too good to be true. how could he be any different than all the other hockey players, you just hadn’t seen it coming, being blinded by the thought that maybe this one would prove you wrong.
you were ashamed, feeling the ache of your heart, heat rushing through your body and the euphoric feeling spreading to the tips of your fingers as it felt like you dissociated from your own self, watching from a bird’s eye view at what unfolded before you.
you swallow the lump in your throat and blink heavily to avoid any tears spilling from your eyes as you turned to your left to walk around the far side of the kitchen counter. you had found taylor, drink in hand, who was mingling with a girl she had met a few weeks into the semester. you wiped a bright, cheerful expression on your face approaching your blonde friend, who smiled brightly as she opened an arm to you and pulled you into her side.
“y/n! this is chloe, we were just talking about how allie and i had finally convinced you to go to that one hockey game back two weeks ago, she was there, literally right near us and i totally missed her!” taylor exclaimed as she smiled back towards chloe who was leaning against the white kitchen cabinets. you gave her a polite, small smile which she returned, but it was hard to focus with the loud, indistinct voices that echoed throughout the house, and the evident tension in the room as you heard the giggles from the unknown girl below ethan, fighting the urge to look over at the pair.
as they immersed themselves back into their previous conversation, you stood beside the two girls before excusing yourself to prepare a drink. if you were going to have to manage seeing ethan and another random girl mesmerised by his charm, you would need to have some alcohol in your system to make it more tolerable.
you grabbed a red solo cup from the edge of the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, and reached for the bottle of spiced rum, adding the liquor into your cup a bit over what a normal amount would be for a cocktail. you shrugged to yourself, as you eyed the amount of alcohol entering your cup, before you set the glass down and begin to walk towards the fridge quickly stopping in your tracks when you were reminded by the sight of the obstacle you would have to avoid in order to make your drink less of a concern to if you were going to down it immediately.
the unknown brunette was now sitting on the counter with her legs widened enough for ethan to stand between them, his hand clearly on her waist, gripping her sides which you knew would cause a flutter in the girl’s stomach.
you hesitantly inhale, wanting to make your manoeuver as nonchalant as possible, it would only be easier to forget about ethan being a close distance from you if you didn’t bring attention to yourself, so you emerge towards the fridge, keeping your eyes locked at the metal appliance, and reach to open the right door when a voice stops you in your tracks.
”y/n?” of fucking course. just like everything else with ethan and the timing of how things play out, of course he had to notice you while the unknown girl had her arms draped around his neck. “no way you’re here! what are you doing here?” as he questioned you, you watched with a blank stare as he turned to have his body facing you, and in doing so, let the girl’s arms fall from his shoulders. his eyebrows were raised in surprise and his mouth was held open in excitement, but his response is what shocked you the most, given he seemed to be pretty occupied before. he raised his arms out as if he were to go in for a hug before you shut down his opportunity to brush over what his actions unknowingly did to you.
“well what would a student who just finished her exams be doing at a frat party?” you asked dryly. ethan’s head jolted back quickly in confusion at your rhetorical question, surprised by your shift in demeanour.
“i, uh- well, y’know, i’m just surprised to see you, i didn’t know this was your type of scene,” ethan trailed off, stumbling over his words. you hummed in response, giving him a tight-lipped smile with a small squint of your eyes before reaching into the fridge to grab a can of coke to add to your drink that was waiting for you.
you hummed with a tight lipped smile written on your face, “i’ll see you around ethan,” turning your body away from him and leaving him in a trance.
closing the fridge door and pivoting on your feet to walk back in the direction of where your drink was, you made sure to keep your eyes in a forward stare, knowing any slight aversion of your eyes would cause the tears that had been pooling to spill. you begin to fill your red cup with the soda, keeping your head down as you felt your emotions rush over you. the sight of ethan close to another girl only caused your stomach to tighten in a knot, resulting in you taking a long swig of your drink, tasting the kick of the extra alcohol fall down your throat.
this was going to be a long night.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
a few hours had passed and the drinks had become significantly more easy to finish in a short amount of time, and you had found yourself conversing with a few students you had recognized from your classes from the previous semester, laughing drunkenly over jokes being made and other remarks, and as you gossiped over your professors, each time your drink had emptied, another was placed in your hand without you having to leave where you were seated. needless to say, when you quietly excused yourself to the washroom, having broken your seal about 30 minutes prior, you felt the buzz erupt through your body as you walked to find the nearest bathroom.
your head was spinning lightly, so you balanced a hand on the wall as you tried entering the main floor’s bathroom, only to be blocked by the noises you would only assume would be coming from a frat house’s bathroom, so. eager to release the pressure that was filling your bladder, you wandered back towards the stairs that led to the second floor that displayed all of the bedrooms. following what you hoped to be the right path to the bathroom upstairs, you find yourself leaned up against the wall opposite of the closed door, waiting for vacancy.
taking in your surroundings while you waited, you squinted your eyes to suppress the drunken state you were in and noticed the majority of the doors to the bedrooms were opened, with one at the end on the left being closed. as your gaze lingered down the hallway, you heard the lock of the bathroom unlatch, to which you pushed yourself off of the wall you were leaned against.
and as if your night couldn’t have gotten worse, you stood opposite to the tall, muscular figure, who you wanted no more than to slap across the face for the way he made you feel, whether it was unbeknownst to him or not.
you rolled your eyes as you watched his expression lighten over his face at the sight of you, and you crossed your arms over your chest, waiting impatiently to enter the room you came for initially.
“y/n! there you are! you disappeared after i saw you in the kitchen- you alright? you seemed kind of off when i talked to you,” ethan spoke in excitement, clearly the alcohol was buzzing through his system as it was yours, causing his bubbly, and overly chipper demeanour.
you scoffed at his oblivious remark over your previous encounter, trying to dodge a conversation with him and attempting to sneak past his figure, only to be blocked by his reflex to stop your movement, which caused you to lightly bump into his frame. you couldn’t look him in the eye as he spoke to you, knowing that if you did, you would cave and you would forget the sight of seeing him with another girl, and melt at the knees when you held eye contact with him. it happened every time you were with him. it was as if everything around you disappeared into an abyss when you looked in his brown eyes, nothing else being as important as the way he looked at you. and you hated the way that it was an act as simple as eye contact that made your heart warm, your cheeks fill with heat and butterflies to erupt in your stomach.
ethan reached an arm up to grab onto the side of your arm, causing you to stop your attempt to pass by him, and making you avert your gaze up to where he towered over you, looking down with his infamous soft eyes. you could smell his cologne that you hated because of how much you loved it, and you bit the inside of your lip, stopping yourself from making any impulsive, drunken decisions that you knew you would regret when the alcohol had worn off.
“nothing’s wrong,” you said blankly, peaking around his body towards the empty bathroom that was calling your name. “come on, let me go, i need to pee.” you urged, shrugging your shoulders in defeat with a slight pout forming on your face. ethan had only grinned to himself without any other words being spoken and he pushed you behind him towards the bathroom as he stepped to the side, and you quickly stepped in, shutting the door behind you.
you used the washroom as you needed, but before exiting, you peered at your reflection in the vanity mirror, taking a deep breath to compose yourself as the alcohol slowly took over more of your system, making everything feel a slight bit more distorted than normal. you closed your eyes as you reached for the door handle, knowing there was a fifty-fifty chance that ethan would still be waiting on the other side, and much to your dismay, the odds weren’t in your favour as the one and only brunette hockey player was leaned up against the wall you once were standing against, locked into his phone screen as you watched him scroll mindlessly.
you sneaked past the bathroom door, veering to the side of the wall as you tried to escape another confrontation from ethan, but his awareness overruled as his arm reached out to stop you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back towards him. his pull had been slightly stronger than it needed, so you stumbled over your feet towards him, steadying yourself by grabbing onto his biceps with both of your hands and looking up at him with an unimpressed look as you gathered yourself. maybe the extra liquor added to your drinks wasn’t the best idea after all.
“so can we talk? or are you gonna keep acting like you’re a criminal trying to escape the police,” ethan lightly chuckled, again looking down at you with the smile that you had grown to adore too much.
“i’m not avoiding you, ethan,” you argued.
ethan hummed, “i’m pretty sure you are,” he said quieter as he took a step closer to you, “just because the semester’s over, doesn’t mean we have to be.” he said, and you almost choked on your breath. your mouth had slightly opened in shock, taken aback by the words that had just fallen from his tongue.
“w-what do you mean we don’t have to be over?” you awkwardly chuckled, stumbling over your words. maybe it was the alcohol that was clouding your judgement, but you truly did not understand ethan’s intentions.
“all i’m saying is that just because the class we had is over, doesn’t mean we have to stop being friends.” he said with a shrug of his shoulders and once again, the cold air of realization hit you like a brick wall, as you processed his words. you knew you didn’t hear him correctly, you knew there was a misunderstanding, and you knew you were in over your head, yet again. you mentally frowned upon yourself at how stupid you felt in the situation, knowing you probably looked like a fool standing opposite to ethan.
“right, yeah.” you trailed, looking down towards your feet as you tried to compose yourself, knowing if you dwelled on the current situation, tears would begin to form. “look- i gotta go find my friends, we’re probably gonna head out soon anyway, i- uh, it was nice seeing you i guess. we can keep in touch too, but i know our schedules are both pretty busy.” you said looking back up at the brunette, you gave him a soft, sad smile as you tried to make it seem like your mind wasn’t racing and the utter sadness at the situation wasn’t beginning to fill your body. you turned to head back down the stairs to where the party was still going, but yet again, ethan stopped you in your tracks.
“y/n,” he repeated more sternly, and you hated how your heart ached in your chest, how you wanted nothing more than to scream at him that you were falling for him, but in doing so you hated how it made you feel, you hated how you wanted to kiss him like the world was ending and there was no tomorrow, but if you did, he’d probably turn away. all because of the stupid project that had to be such a large portion of your grade, you had slowly fallen for the boy who occupied every wednesday of your semester. “follow me,” was all ethan said as he took your hand in his, and you felt the texture of his skin beneath your own, how his hands were somewhat dry, but not overly coarse, and how they were warm and encapsulated your own.
you let ethan guide you down the hallway, as you trailed behind his large figure like you were a lost puppy. he turned the corner into one of the opened bedroom doors, and your eyes widened in shock at what you assumed entering his room meant. you had been in his room before, one of the times you had planned to work on the project and the library had been closed due to maintenance, ethan offered to have the meetup be held at his place. that was the reason you had been familiar with the layout of the house when arriving at the current party.
panic settled in as you watch him reach behind you to close the door, and your eyes followed as he walked towards his desk, silently reaching into the third drawer on the desk and pulling out what looked to be a picture. your brows pulled together in confusion as he turned back to where you stood, close to the door with your hands fiddling with each other as you anticipated what he had to show.
he reached out to pass you the print, and you met his eyes again for reassurance that it was okay to take it from him, to which he nodded in encouragement. you took it in your hands, and looked down only to see that it had been a picture of you in his team hoodie, the day that you had been rained on, with your hair wet, makeup slightly smudged. you stood opposite of him, with the hoodie engulfing your frame making you look much smaller compared to ethan’s larger frame. you smiled at the picture, but were only even further confused as to why he had it, so as you hand it back to ethan, you look up in confusion, only to see a small blush forming on his cheeks.
“i know it’s kinda creepy to just have this picture of you, but you looked so cute in my hoodie and that day we had together, was probably one of the best days i’ve had all year, maybe even the best day since i first got here.” ethan shyly explained, making your gaze soften as you watched him explain.
“yeah, i remember that day, it was one of my favourites.” you responded softly, smiling to yourself as you reminisced. but before you grew too distracted by his romantic act, you came quickly to remember how you felt when you first arrived, conflicting your feelings as you stood in ethan’s room. there was a silence that was held between you two, and you didn’t know what to say, and you knew it would probably be best if you didn’t open your mouth to speak, knowing you would most likely regret what words formed. ethan placed the picture back on his desk, before placing himself on the edge of his bed, clasping his hands together, and you stayed put where you were standing, watching him before you.
“come,” ethan gestured to the mattress beneath him, patting the spot next to him for you to sit.
“i don’t think that’s a good idea.” you responded quickly, allowing your blunt and cold facade to take over yet again. “really, i should probably go find my friends, they're gonna think i got kidnapped or something.” you awkwardly laughed. taking a step backwards closer to the door as you tried to escape,
“oh, come on,” ethan whined, throwing his head back in protest. “don’t make me come over there and make you sit on my bed.” he warned. you rolled your eyes yet again in annoyance at how easily convincing he was, and you took the few steps forward to reach his bed, and ethan scooted himself over to the side to give you more room.
“what’s up?” ethan asked quietly, the close proximity between the two of you becoming more evident as you were now sitting shoulder to shoulder in his bedroom. it intensified every thought and feeling you had run through your body. you noticed his eyes were hooded from the alcohol, his hair looked freshly washed and you could see his silver chain slightly peeking out from the collar of his crewneck hoodie. you took in his appearance slowly, before meeting his gaze that had already landed on you, looking into your eyes with a soft, alluring gaze.
“i said nothing’s wrong, ethan.” you exclaimed, letting out a breath as you grew more annoyed with his persistence. you didn’t want to let your guard down, you couldn’t. not while you were in his room, drunk, at a party.
“that’s bullshit, come on, you’ve been off since i first saw you.” ethan countered, and you then felt the weight of his hand being placed on the middle of your thigh, immediately making your breath shift into slower, more heated breaths. you looked down at the hand on your exposed leg, becoming aware that the fabric of your black dress had slowly rode up your thighs. you then met his gaze, again, as he was still maintaining eye contact with you.
“ethan,” you pushed, not wanting to continue the conversation any longer than it had already been happening, you sighed and began to stand up to leave, but you were prevented from doing so as his hand pushed against your thigh to keep you placed on his bed.
“y/n,” was all he responded.
your eyes darted to the side, contemplating whether or not you would cave, before letting go another breath, “okay, look-” you began before you stopped yourself, wanting to find the correct words to describe your feelings. if you had finally decided to have the conversation you had envisioned every night before going to bed, you wanted it to be relatively similar to the way you had planned it to be. although, you didn’t expect it to be happening at the actual moment it now was.
“fuck,” you mumbled under your breath, looking down into your lap, but was quickly guided to continue looking into ethan’s eyes by his hand that had slipped under your chin and tilted your head up. “i’m confused.” you blurted, no other words coming to mind as you looked at ethan with an expression of confusion and distraught written over your face.
ethan paused before responding, “why?”
“because of this!” you gestured between your bodies that were inches away from each other. “i come to this party against my will, because we both know i hate this type of scene, and low and behold, i come to find you invested in some random girl i’ve never seen before, with her hands all over you, and i can only assume what words were being exchanged.” you said in a single breath, your chest heaving as you explained your dilemma to the brunette in front of you.
ethan went to his open his mouth to justify his actions, but you beat him to it, “no, you don’t get to say anything,” you pointed with your index finger, “and then when all i need to do is pee, god forbid i run into you and you end up showing me a picture you’ve been hiding in your drawer and you look at me in a way that makes me feel so weird!” you rushed, your brows furrowing in your own confusion as you spoke.
“y/n, i’m lost, what are you trying to say?” ethan said softly, looking at you with his own brows stitched together in confusion.
this was it, this was the moment you’d confess your secret to the man who had occupied your brain 24/7. the one you thought of immediately when you did well on an assignment, and the one you would stand in the freezing arena every game to watch him play. the one you pictured yourself with when your friends and you gushed over the desire for a relationship. the one you searched for in a crowd of people at a school event, and the one you wanted nothing more than to be with.
“i love you, okay?” you bursted, slightly raising your voice with your face strained, “and it’s ruining my life.” you said as you ran a hand over your face to wipe away the hair that had obstructed your view, “and it killed me to find you here with another girl, and having to imagine myself going onto the next semester and not having you in my life.”
your chest continued to heave up and down, out of breath as you admitted to your internal conflict, and you searched in ethan’s eyes for a response. he was silent for a moment, his eyes darting from side to side as he collected his thoughts. you inched forward on the bed as a way to encourage him to say anything, but the longer the silence settled, the more you began to regret your sudden confession. as you went to place your head in your hands with your elbows resting on your knees, ethan’s mouth opened.
“are you drunk?” was all he asked, but given the amount of time you had spent in ethan’s room, and your body trying to compose yourself, you hadn’t felt the effects as strongly as before.
you shook your head, “if i am, drunk words are sober thoughts.” you chuckled to yourself.
“in that case, are drunk actions, sober thoughts?” he asked quieter, and you tilted your head in confusion, not being given a moment to process his words before you felt his hand reach for your jaw and lightly pull you in to meet his lips.
your mouths connected, and you inhaled sharply at the contact, melting into his touch as you adjusted yourself to face more towards his figure, you reached your arm to rest on his shoulder. ethan held your cheek in his hand, with his fingers reaching the nape of your neck to pull you in closer, and your body went weak, quickly to be supported by ethan’s free arm reaching around your back.
he pulled away, lips swollen from the contact, and his chest rising and falling rapidly. you looked up at his with doe eyes, wetting your lips without saying any words being said, and he reached back down to connect your lips again, his arm around your back sliding to your side to take hold on your waist. he pulled your body closer to him as a wordless action to adjust your position, and with your eyes closed and lips still mangled, ethan pulled you farther on the bed, and leaned your figure back to where he now hovered over your body with your back against the mattress.
he detached his lips again, breathing heavily with his chain dangling over your face, you stared up at the sight before you, “should we really be doing this?” you questioned softly, gripping his forearm with your hand.
ethan sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, “i’ve been wanting this for a while, and trust me this is not how i envisioned this happening, but i can’t hold out any longer,” he confessed, and before you can say anything in response, he delved back in, placing a kiss on your jaw near your ear, the sound of his wet mouth suctioning your skin made your entire body erupt in euphoria, and caused you to squirm underneath him. he trailed his wet, sensual kisses along your jawline as your hand found itself intertwined with his soft, brunette hair. he continued kissing down your jaw onto your neck, sucking slightly on your skin, as his arm held the weight of his body over yours. he looked up at you, with pleading eyes to adjust the strap of your dress, and without words you allowed him to move the fabric to the side, but in your own confidence, you sat up and lowered the dress to your waist, exposing your black lace bra you had worn underneath.
ethan took in the view, sighing in delight at your figure before him, and he leaned back down to continue his mission to cover every inch of your skin with wet, slow kisses. your hands found themselves interlocking behind ethan’s neck as he kissed your collarbone, and he looked up to your face with his eyes only, silently asking for permission to remove the piece of clothing that restrained your breasts. you nodded and lifted your back to allow for his hand to reach beneath you and unclasp the lingerie, freeing it from your body as he pulled it off of you. immediately his hands fell to your chest, cupping his large hands over your front and kneading your breasts as if they were dough.
your head fell back in pleasure at the contact of his mouth to your nipple, as he curled his tongue around the sensitive end. your hand tugged at his hair, arching your back in desperation for more.
ethan looked up at you yet again, and you reached forward, guiding ethan to stand on his knees, grabbing the end of his crewneck hoodie and pulling the fabric upward over his head, revealing his toned, broad figure. you mentally gawked at the sight and looked up at him as he towered over you, with your face being perfectly aligned with his waist.
you held eye contact with him as you reached for the waistband of his pants, noticing the growing bulge that began to protrude against his pants. you slipped a finger into the space between his body and the pants, gliding it along his v-line before tugging at his bottoms to expose his lower half. he had quickly stood up off of his bed to remove his pants, and while doing so, you shimmied out of your black dress, letting the clothing fall to the floor beside his bed, leaving you in nothing but the matching underwear to your top. ethan then climbed back on the bed, on his knees like prior, and you took in the sight of his bulge beneath his underwear, constraining the fabric and tauntingly wanting to be freed.
you looked up at ethan who watched your every move intensely, and then averted your gaze to the sight before you. you slowly grabbed the waistband of his boxers on each hip and pulled the fabric down, releasing his cock to be free as it sprung up, throbbing in anticipation to find a release.
your mouth practically salivated at the sight, and you instantly reached a hand to wrap around the base of his cock, feeling the warmth beneath your hand. stroking your hand twice up and down the length of ethan, you heard him groan above you, as he reached a hand to steady himself on your shoulder.
you adjust yourself beneath him, looking up to reach his eyes with your own and his bottom lip was tucked under his top row of teeth as he watched you take his cock in your mouth. you slowly wet his length and pushed your mouth farther down and closer to his stomach, until your eyes began to water, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat.
you pulled back slightly and quickened your pace as you began to bob your head along his length, ethan throwing his head back and gripping the back of your head softly in response. he held you there as he attempted to hold himself together, fighting the urge to release at that moment.
“fuck, y/n,” he breathed, holding your head closer to the rest of his body for a moment hearing the noises of your mouth taking every inch of his cock, as you slightly gagged on his member. you release him from your mouth with a small ‘pop’, and grin at ethan’s flushed face. he began to compose himself before he pushed you backwards until your head met the pillows of his bed and his face was inches away from your stomach. he maintained eye contact, which in response evoke an incline of your breath, chest heaving up and down as you grew impatient for ethan to make some sort of move to aid your frustration.
ethan looked at you with concerned eyes, in a way to silently ask you if he was allowed to continue and you eagerly nodded your head, your hips buckling upwards anticipating any sort of stimulation.
ethan flip the waistband of your underwear under his finger and dragged it over your hips and swiftly pulled the fabric off of your legs, tossing the piece to the side and focusing his attention back at the sight before him. his hands immediately found the inner space of your thighs, lightly rubbing the soft skin with his calloused hands, his tongue running over his bottom lip in hunger and desperation to delve into the lust.
“god, you’re perfect, y/n,” ethan mumbled, but before any other words were exchanged, he pushed your legs softly to the side, exposing your core and his head leaned into your body, immersing himself in you and suffocating himself with the taste of you. you moaned at the contact, your hips caving at the contact. ethan continued to stimulate your clit, his tongue lapping over the skin between your legs. your hand found his hair, tugging the brown locks in pleasure, and biting your lip to restrain yourself from making too loud of noise.
ethan moaned against your body, sending vibrations through your body, almost sending you over the edge, earning a whimper to escape from your mouth.
“oh my god, ethan,” you whined through gritted teeth as ethan held your legs down to the side with his arms and your hips bucking at the pleasure. he pulled away, the missing feeling making you crave more to put you over the edge, your legs bent up to the rest of your body as you watched ethan hold eye contact with you, reaching to his side table drawer and pulling out a condom.
you watched before you as he slipped it on, his body coming to hover on top of yours and aligning his cock with your entrance. your hands found themselves gripping onto his shoulder, and you bit your lip as ethan began to lower himself into you, the pressure causing your eyes to flutter shut. ethan went slow, no words being exchanged other than the wordless eye contact that was held between ethan and you, and when he bottomed you out, your mouth fell agape, causing ethan’s own mouth to fall open in pleasure.
his movements began slow, thrusting in and out, watching as your body responded in sync to his moments, and as it became more comfortable, ethan earning a nod from you to quicken his pace, your mouth hung open, small whimpers escaping as each thrust was complete.
ethan’s one hand remained by your head, lowering himself onto his elbow to inch closer to your face, while his other hand was placed on your hip, tightly gripping your skin as he continued to thrust harder and deeper into you.
“fuck, ethan, yes,” you moaned as he hit the right spot to cause an eruption of pleasure through your entire body, you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten when his hand on your hip reached between your legs to rub circles on you clit, and your moans sounded in sync with his thrusts, the sounds of two bodies erupting in pleasure filling the room.
“god, you’re so tight, y/n,” ethan moaned in response, his eyes squinting shut in concentration as he held himself together, your hands pulled at his neck, bringing his face to yours and your lips meet his, tightly interlocked as his thrusts still moved your body beneath him.
you could tell ethan was reaching his own climax, his determined thrusts becoming more and more sloppy, and his breath shaking against your lips. his fingers kept rubbing on circles on your clit, determined to bring you to orgasm, and when you adjusted your hips slightly, allowing for ethan to hit a deeper, more pleasurable spot in your body, the noises that came out of your mouth in response caused ethan to release into the condom, his own moans filling your mouth as his thrusts came to a halt and you felt the pressure hit your walls as he filled the condom with his cum. determined to bring you to your own climax, ethan’s fingers still worked their efforts on your clit, bringing his free hand to your mouth, trailing over your bottom lip, awaiting entrance.
his middle finger slipped into your mouth, and instinctively you sucked on the member, watching ethan look at you in amusement. when his finger was lubricated to his liking, he reached to your sex, running his finger along your folds to collect the wetness before pushing his finger in, immediately curling his finger towards him.
with both hands in action to put you over the edge, you raised your arms above your head in pleasure, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten even closer to being released.
“yes, ethan, just like that,” you moaned when ethan fastened his pace.
he hummed in response, “yeah? is that what you want, babe? you want to cum for me?” ethan asked softly, holding eye contact as his fingers worked magic against you. your eyes closed in pleasure, your head slightly tilting back, and when ethan slipped a second finger into your sex, and pulled his fingers in and out while maintaining curling inside, a loud moan escaped your mouth as you felt the knot come undone in your stomach, your legs shaking lightly as you rode out your orgasm.
your breath uneven, a grin erupted on both of yours and ethan’s faces, as he reached for his boxers and your matching set of undergarments, helping you put on the pieces of fabric, and quickly slipping under his covers. you follow suit, and find yourself curling up against his figure, your head resting on his chest, listening to his heightened heart rate.
ethan pressed his lips against the top of your head, “you really meant all those words from before?” he questioned, earning a giddy smile from you as you looked up to meet his gaze.
👩🏻🎨 ━━━ 𝓮stella 𝓱ughes the 𝓲nternet’s sweetheart, the n𝒽l’s little sister and an 𝑜lympic silver medalist for figure skating 𝓯alls for her brother luke’s best friend 𝓇utger mcgroarty
paring 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗑 𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖼𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒
˗ˏˋ PART TWO OF THE ONLY EXCEPTION ´ˎ˗
ꪆ୧ BASICS !
she knows she’s just that girl
your introduction to the main character, also known as stella hughes profile
what if? ; a spinoff AU series with stella hughes
a alternate universe with stella hughes
stella’s discography
stella’s musical discography
Challenge accepted…with Stella Hughes!
Stella’s nhl sponsored series/segment with numerous nhl players where they embark on new challenges
ꪆ୧ HER RELATIONSHIP’S !
if we were a movie
stella’s relationship profile with rut
my family line
stella’s relationship profile with her brothers
her relationship with her besties
her relationship with sunghoon
her relationship with daisy
her timeline w/ juraj & rut
ꪆ୧ FICS !
Boys suck anyway!
we’re just really good friends!
talking bodies ꒰nsfw꒱
ꪆ୧ SMAUS !
tis’ the season of snow and soft launches 🎄
V-day with Pookie
Pretty boys b-day!
BABES IN BAHAMAS!
PRETTY GIRLS B-DAY!
EEPY ETHANS B-DAY!
the start to a chaotic summer !
impromptu escape !
happy birthday lukey
happy birthday quinny
summer bummer babe
santa tell me
surprise birthday gift
tiny hughes wins the gold!
ꪆ୧ SHORTER FICS !
my sleepy girl
dog pile!
my captain!
sugar cookies and peppermint chapstick 🎄
hat tricks and kisses
broken bratz dolls and hello kitty band-aids
put a bow on it
tears, wishes and kit-kats
passing out spells and a misinformed quinny
it’s just a prank !
going home (featuring Stella Hughes!)
old nicknames and quick byes.
you’re my future . . .
Faceoff: inside the NHL 𝓯eaturing Stella Hughes
super bowl sunday
ꪆ୧ BLURBS !
juraj and stella moment
rutger and stella on plane coming home from Sweden
best big brother ever!
mischievous three
happy birthday jacky!
ꪆ୧ TIKTOK TRENDS !
it’s just a prank !
he’s so pretty when he goes down on me!
best big brother ever!
stella updating her brothers throughout her day
suspect . . . suspect is about to get throttled !
ꪆ୧ ASKS & THOUGHTS !
Stella and her journey with anemia, w/ protective Jack
more facts about Stella
pictures that remind me of Stella and Trevor
pictures that remind me of Stella and Rutger
pictures that remind me of stella and luke
pictures that remind me of stella and Jamie
people who have/had a crush on Stella
what do Jack and Quinn think about Stella and Rutger
more Luke thoughts about Stella and Rutger
Nico and Stella
Stella and ruts fav physical thing about each other
Stella and Molly
rutger reacting to stella’s nightmares
Nico finding out about Stella and rutger
people’s reaction to walking in on Stella and rut making out
random questions about Stella and Rutger
five fun facts about Stella
Stella’s brothers helping with her anxiety
thoughts on Stella and rut getting walked in on by her brothers
Rutgers favorite pictures of Stella
stella at the New Jersey devils family skate thoughts
pictures that remind me of Stella and juraj
Stella on Trevor’s birthday
pregnancy scare
what if Stella got injured
the aftermath if Stella go injured
there future thoughts
love songs that remind me of Stella and rut
Stella and mark
Stella with an injured and clingy Jack
everyone’s reaction to Stella and juraj getting exposed
jacks birthday post
who would be Stella and Ruts children’s godparents?
Stella’s figure skating style!
six random questions about Stella
more thoughts on Luke finding out about Stella and rut
Luke and Stella yapping during the sibling road trip
favorite short n’ sweet songs
lily and Carmen’s relationship with Stella’s brothers
ꪆ୧ SMUTTY THOUGHTS !
morning sex
rut’s obsession with Stella’s boobs
rough sex thoughts
oral headcanons with our hottest couple
Luca, rut and Stella after the frozen four loss thoughts
roro’s note. MY BABIES 😫 stella is so dear to me, i hope you enjoy this!! feel free to send as many thoughts / questions / requests as you want, this is an interactive au !! send in a ask or comment to be added to the taglist!
UPDATE ‼️I ran out of space on this masterlist, so everything new will be linked here, in the second part!!
you can find everything under #👩🏻🎨 ͡ ꒱ Stella Hughes!
hiii would you be willing to do prompt 1&5 from the protective part with Ethan edwards. thankss 💕💕
1 " don't worry. everything's going to be alright… "
5 “It hurts so bad… please make it stop.”
Another loss.
It was starting to feel like a pattern — one that hurt to watch unfold. Michigan was struggling this season, and no matter how hard the boys fought, it just wasn’t clicking. I wasn’t able to make it to Yost tonight, stuck instead in my room with my laptop perched on my lap, the game streaming in front of me. Textbooks lay open around me, but I hadn’t read a single page. My eyes stayed glued to the screen, heart sinking with every turnover, every missed opportunity, and ultimately, every goal scored against them.
As soon as the final buzzer sounded, my phone buzzed on the blanket beside me. Ethan.
I didn’t hesitate, swiping to answer before the second ring even finished.
“E?” My voice was soft, but the silence on the other end said more than words ever could. I could hear him breathing, shallow and uneven, like he was trying to hold it all in — trying to keep it together just long enough to make it to me.
“It hurts so bad… please make it stop.”
His voice cracked on the last word, and my heart broke right along with it. Without thinking, I pushed the textbooks aside, already climbing out of bed.
“I’m on my way,” I said, grabbing my keys and shoving my feet into my sneakers. “Just hold on a little longer, okay? I’m coming.”
I didn’t wait for his reply — I didn’t need to hear it. The pain in his voice was enough to send me running. The walk to the rink felt endless, cold air biting at my cheeks, but none of it mattered. All I could think about was Ethan, how he felt everything so deeply, how hard he was on himself even when it wasn’t his fault.
When I finally got to the players’ entrance, Ethan was already there, leaning against the wall with his head down. His hands were stuffed in his hoodie pockets, shoulders slumped in defeat. My heart ached at the sight of him.
“E,” I whispered, stepping closer. His head snapped up, eyes glassy and red-rimmed, and before I could say anything else, his arms were around me, holding on like I was the only thing keeping him standing.
“It’s not fair,” he mumbled into my hair, voice thick with frustration and heartbreak. “I try so hard, and it still isn’t enough.”
I pulled back just enough to cup his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “Don’t worry,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. “Everything’s going to be alright. I’ve got you.”
He shook his head, but I could see the flicker of belief in his eyes, the way my words settled into the cracks forming in his confidence. I leaned up, pressing my forehead to his.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promised. “We’ll get through this together.”
Ethan held me tighter, his breath slowing, grounding himself in me. And for now, that was enough.
summary: when Rutger is cleared for sexual activity all he can think of is the team physio.
request: yes/no
warnings: sexual themes, fingering, oral (fem and m receiving!), underaged drinking, swearing.
word count: 3.87k
authors note: I forgot how much fun it is to write for Rutger! we all have to thank @fantillisdaylight again for letting me bounce this idea off of her. I straight up loved the middle parts of this, I wrote it at like 2 am and got all the chaos that came with it.
The boys were happy to be back.
Rutger felt like he was on cloud nine coming back as the captain of the USA wjc team that won. Not only was the hockey team hosting a party to celebrate the first win of 2024, but it was also their champions that held their medals proudly. For most they were just happy to be back, even if it meant that they were in their uncomfortable beds that colleges seemed to love so much. Yet for Rutger it was like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, being cleared by the physio’s for sexual activity and he was ready to explode “you okay Rut?” Your hand pressed against his back pulling him out of the daze he was in.
His throat went dry as his eyes went wide seeing the concerned look on your face “just need a drink.” He confessed forcing a smile onto his lips, you were the girl he had a crush on since freshman year. You were the sweet student physio for the hockey team who made it impossible for the boy to fall in love with.
Tonight you were in this black dress with your white converse as your hair had been freshly curled “you want some company for that?” Your offer made him freeze watching your rake your fingers through your hair “you can say no Rut.” His silence made you frown causing you to turn your foot wanting to leave him.
The boy however was quick to wrap his hand around your wrist “just didn’t think you’d want to come with.” Rutger confessed seeing your sorority sisters sending you both a smirk as they knew all about your feelings for the sophomore.
It was originally just the mere thought of him being cute and sweet. But when he got injured and was then spending almost every day. It was tough for feelings to not come into place and you were both fools for ignoring the way you felt about each other.
The day had been dreary, rain coated the glass panes of your window. You took the day off after you learnt your boyfriend had cheated on you. The poor weather did little to make you feel better this resulting in you practically rotting under your blankets all day. Or at least that was what you were doing until the sudden sound of knocks at your window caused you to groan.
Emotions served worse than a hang over as you wrapped your blanket around your head looking to where the noise came from. Your jaw dropped seeing Rutger perched on the rose wall that climbed up your side of the house “oh my god.” Your hand cupped your mouth as you held back a laugh pushing off of your bed making your way to him.
You were quick to open your window as it let the rain fall in “what on earth are you doing here?” A dry laugh left your lips as the boy pushed his now soaked hair out of his face “missed you today.” The new year had barely started and preseason training was all that the team had their minds on.
It warmed your heart that he cared “needed some space.” You shrugged dropping your blanket “but come in before you get a cold.” You ushered him inside caring little for the rules of your sorority.
Rutger had never seen your room yet if you had asked him this was exactly how he thought it would have looked “you’ve been crying.” He frowned seeing your bloodshot eyes that brought out the clumps your mascara had sticking to your eyelashes “what happened to ya?” The hockey player asked noticing the empty pint of ice cream that sat next to your bed with an unopened bottle of vodka “Jake cheated on me.” Your star boyfriend of three years and the captain of the wrestling team was disliked by the entire hockey team.
In that moment Rutger wanted to go hunt him down in his frat and punch his face in “are you okay?” Your sniffles reminded him of the fact that you were still suffering from a heartbreak “honestly she thinks she took my man but she just took my problems.” You pointed out sitting on your bed.
The boy let a laugh escape his lips as he sat next to you “I don’t think he ever appreciated you.” Rutger sighed placing his hand on your knee “you know I’ve already been through the pity speeches from everyone else.” You pointed out which made him frown.
His thumb was soft against your skin “because he was an ass.” His nonchalant tone made you laugh “y’know you could have texted me.” You confessed letting out a yawn as the rain soothed your mind.
Rutger shook his head as he raked his fingers through your hair “wanted to see you.” His tone was sickly sweet. It made you crawl to the head of your bed only alarming the boy “come lay with me.” Your words made him worried as he knew he would be a deadman already then he’d also be a loved up man too.
Because of course whilst his intentions were pure, his feelings were powered by love “look I’m already sad so don’t leave me lonely too.” You warned shooting him a serious look to highlight that you weren’t kidding. All he did was nod shuffling up the side of your bed before he was then sat next to you.
He kicked his shoes off allowing him to lay on your bed for less than a second before you practically crawled into him “can I do anything for you?” Rutger enquired rubbing his hand over your back. But as he looking down expecting a response you had already fallen asleep, clearly needing it.
It calmed his mind to see you so peaceful and asleep as you lay there “goodnight y/n.” The boy mumbled leaning down to kiss your head before he lay back in his original position, leaving two hours later as there was no sign of you waking up.
Sentiments of that night echoed in his mind as you smiled at him “always like to be with you.” He surely had to know how his words made your knees buckle “you want to lead the way f’me then?” You locked your hand with his as he nodded.
Rutger didn’t hesitate to pull you through the crowd “now what kind of drink am I getting for the lady?” His voice was louder trying to get over the speaker that was in front of them “whatever you want baby!” You laughed kissing his cheek.
For the reminder of the night you were practically stuck by the boys side “how the hell did she get him on that dance floor?” Luca furrowed his eyebrows seeing the sight of Rutgers hands gripping at your hips as your ass was against his shorts “because she’s hot and he’s obsessed with her.” Ethan laughed as she turned around with a grin on her face singing along to the song that was playing.
Both of you were feeling a buzz as alcohol roared through your systems “fuck you’re so pretty.” Rutger confessed letting his head drop to your shoulder “such a sweet boy ain’t ya?” Your lips smacked together as your fingers ran through his hair enjoying how he moved in your rhythm.
His “mhm.” Sent vibrations through your body making you force your thighs together “been thinking about how much I’m gonna miss you.” The song ended changing into something slower.
You knew you were progressing your career getting into an NHL team as a physio and you didn’t know what the next year held for the boy “you still got me for a couple of months.” Rutger pointed out turning his head up to look at you “yeah but you’re no longer gonna be in the office.” The confession made your cheeks burn.
Part of you hated admitting that you were going to miss the boy more than you were meant to “you telling me I’m your favourite hockey player?” A grin painted his face “you’re my favourite boy Rut.” You corrected him letting your lips hover over his.
Rutger felt his throat grow tight like he could no longer breathe “you are playing a dangerous game.” He warned licking his lips like it was going to help “you gonna stop me?” You cocked your head letting a smirk form on your face as you waited for his answer.
But instead the boy stayed quiet “let’s get out of here.” He offered holding his hand out to yours “mine is just down the road?” He smiled like you read his mind.
It took the two of you less than five minutes to sneak back into the silent sorority building. Not that it mattered anyways, the president already knew she was going to keep her mouth shut about seeing you leave with the sophomore. Rutger did his best to keep his hands to himself until you shut the door to your bedroom “you want to finally kiss me pretty boy?” You ran your thumb over his lip.
Rutger wasn’t ashamed of the whimper that left his lips “please.” He nodded gripping his fingers at your sides when you pulled your legs over his thighs to straddled him.
The air in the room grew hot “you get any special attention in your injury?” You wanted to make him sweat, to make him almost work for the pleasure that the mere thought had your mouth watering. The boy shook his head “only thought about you.” The confession made you smile as your heart swelled doing flips.
Your hand scratched at the nape of his neck “always such a sweet boy.” You mumbled as you kissed his lips. The moment was soft as he melted into your touch letting his lips graze yours “fuck.” He moaned feeling you nip at his lower lip.
You pulled away with a smirk “think it’s about time I give you a reward for being such a loyal boy.” You dropped to your knees going eye level with his aching bulge that had been pressed against his shorts since you two started dancing.
As you licked your lips looking back up at him Rutger couldn’t help but grow embarrassed “you don’t have to.” This was the moment that he was so used to picturing before he wrapped his hand around his cock in his room imagining that it was yours instead.
You shook your head hooking your fingers under his waist band of his shorts “need you to push your hips up for me.” You we’re glad that he was fast as you added as you were barely able to get his shorts and boxers pulled down two or so inches “you’re so big.”You almost complained feeling as though you wouldn’t be able to handle it.
The tip of his cock was swollen with precum oozing from it “please baby just do something.” Rutger begged seeing you stare at him “since you asked me so nicely.” You smirked dropping your head down to send kitten licks to the mushroom head of his cock.
The boy groaned clenching his hands in your duvet “such a desperate boy ain’t ya?” Your hand wrapped around his boner making it almost impossible for him to stay up straight “god you’re gonna kill me.” The hockey player gasped as he watched your lips wrap around him.
Rutgers eyes fluttered at the sight as you began to control your movements letting yourself take as much of him as you could “fuck.” His hands gripped at your hair doing its best to form a makeshift ponytail.
You hollowed your cheeks out allowing yourself to take more of him as your nose hit his pelvis bone “this is heaven.” He moaned as you tilted your head in a way that let you take even more of him into your throat. Gagging noises echoed off of your rooms walls “I’m gonna.” Rutger cried out as you replaced your mouth with your hand.
It pumped the boys cock as his thighs began to bounce to meet your hand as your other cupped his balls “you wanna make a mess?” You taunted pushing your knees up so that you could kiss him “so bad.” Your cherry lipgloss made him feel drunk all over again as his eyes screwed shut.
Rutgers jaw went slack but he couldn’t find a way to get any words out “please.” He begged letting his lips graze against yours “want to to make a mess f’me okay?” You didn’t give him a chance to answer you as you replaced your hand with your mouth once more going back to swirling your tongue around his cock.
Rutger tugged at your hair not knowing how much longer he would last with your new movements “fuck fuck fuck!” He cried out feeling his lip shake as his release shot into your mouth.
You lapped up all of his release as you continued to help him ride out his orgasm “sugar I’m gonna need you to stop before I come again.” His confession make you smile as you let his cock slide from your mouth with a pop.
The boy watched you swallow his release letting slide down your throat as your saliva coated his cock “god that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.” Rutger gasped watching you get up to straddle his thighs “there is plenty more from where that came from.” You teased running your fingers along his jaw.
You loved watching him squirm “think it’s my turn to make you feel good first.” Rutger announced as he pecked your lips “you don’t have to.” You shook your head wanting to focus on him.
Yet that was no match for him as he flipped you over laying your head on your pillow “now I think we need to get you out of some of this.” Rutger pointed out as he kicked his shorts to the floor.
A smirk formed on your face “what do you suggest then?” It took him seconds to pull your dress off “wow.” He muttered at the sight of you in your bra and panties “knew you were getting fucked tonight?” The dark blue lace complemented your skin making his mouth water.
You nodded with a soft smirk coaxing your lips “took a risk.” You joked seeing the boy settle between your legs “such a pretty girl sugar.” There was a new nickname that he seemed to adore going to kiss you.
He loved the way you responded as his lips moulded into your “please make me feel good.” You mumbled spreading your legs open when you drove your hips up to meet his “won’t make you wait any longer then.” The hockey player nipped at your jaw letting a trail of sloppy kisses down the valley of your breasts to your stomach.
He stopped when he was met with the waistband of your panties “been thinking about you like this for so long.” His thumb massaged a circle on your hip “what’s the point in waiting any longer?” You cocked your head as your teeth caught your lower lip.
Rutger couldn’t find a way to say no “want to make you feel so freaking good.” He announced pulling your panties off of your legs letting it add to the pile that was on the floor “god you’re gorgeous.” The boy murmured thinking he was dreaming at the sight of you.
His lips grazed each of your thighs spreading his attention between them both “been thinking about you all through our sessions.” He confessed stopping at each side “wondering if I’d ever get you like this.” The boy gasped propping his face by your cunt “god Rut do something before I-” you were cut off when he licked a stripe up your slit.
It made you jump when you felt his teeth nick your clit “fuck!” You whined making him freeze with concern “you okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows wondering if he had gone too far.
You shook your head “Rut baby how many times have you gone down on a girl?” Your question made his cheeks turn red “you’re safe here.” You reminded him as you sat up straight still with him between your legs.
Rutger chewed at the inside of his cheek “twice but with one girl.” The girl he had slept with in his freshman year was privy to both of those attempts “you gotta go softer baby.” You confessed gripping at his hand.
You weren’t against helping to teach him “you feel this?” You asked pressing his thumb against your clit “yeah.” Rutger nodded watching how responsive you were to his new movements.
He continued with his thumb but then let his fingers tease your cunt as he let them tease your core “just like that.” You muttered beginning to feel your eyes flutter “then you wanna suck where your thumb is.” You explained letting your head drop back to your pillow.
Rutger nodded to himself as he continued to thrust his fingers into your cunt letting your walls hug his fingers “there you go.” You moaned as he swirled his tongue around your clit causing your fingers to latch to his hair.
The boy groaned at the sensation sending shivers through your body “god Rut.” You complained gripping your feet in the sheets as you squirmed against him.
Rutger treated the moment as though it was his last on earth. As you were so focused on the feeling of his tongue against your clit that you didn’t notice him insert a third finger into your cunt “god fuck don’t stop.” You only had your vibrator to help you in the recent months after your break up.
So this was now a welcomed change for you as that device only got you so far “so sweet sugar.” Rutger mumbled arching his hand in a way that let him hit even deeper in your cunt like it was possible.
You watched him through hooded eyes as he smiled looking up when the feeling of your clit against his tongue made his cock grow hard again “I’m so close.” Tears formed in your eyes as your thighs squeezed the sides of his head, only acting as encouragement to push him to go even faster.
Your hands left him and went to your bra pulling the straps from your arms “please Rut I need it.” You begged grazing your thumbs over your nipples as your eyes rolled back into your head. White spots painted your vision as moans escaped your lips.
Your cunt clenched around him in these spurts as you reached your high “fuck that was so hot.” He let his fingers slide into his mouth to taste your release.
Rutger watched as you took a moment to breathe catching your breath “think you could give me one more?” He asked trying his hardest to avoid the sight of your breasts when you reached behind you to take your bra off “lay down f’me and I’ll show ya.” You wriggled your eyebrows making him pull his shirt off of his chest leaving you both naked.
His last act before he went to lay down was reach into his wallet as he grabbed a condom “here.” He muttered handing you the silver package “lay on your back f’me.” This time when you kissed his lips it was soft and almost caring as you ran your fingers against his jaw.
You wanted to make sure the boy was comfortable as he nodded laying his head flat on your pillow “trust you.” His words made your heart grow warm “you’re so sweet Rut.” You giggled as you shook your head.
You went to straddle his lap when your phone began ringing. It was Ethan by the stupid ring tone he had given himself weeks prior just to piss you off “that’s nothing.” You shook your head ignoring it as you went to kiss the boy again.
Both of you tried to ignore it yet as you heard the phone go off again it made you roll your eyes. You reached down to grab your phone quickly answering it “you better be dying.” You grumbled running your fingers along the boys chest.
The Canadian laughed “Luca got into a fight with Jake and now he looks like he has a broken nose.” Your eyes rolled at the news as you looked at Rutger who grew concerned “and what do you want me to do about that?” You asked trying to ignore the way he kissed at your neck.
The junior went quiet for a second “you are kind of our physio and basically the team mom at this point.” Ethan spoke in a duh tone “is his nose still bleeding?” You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you heard the inaudible noises that Luca let out.
Rutger grew alarmed watching you get up “I’ll be there in five.” Realistically you were the only one who could check him out without him getting into any kind of trouble with the actual staff of the team “thank you.” Ethan let out a sigh of relief hearing you hang up.
The American in front of you on the bed however had a different reaction “we gotta go check on Luca.” You explained watching him smile “what?” You furrowed your eyebrows trying to understand what was going on.
But instead he just laughed “it’s cute you care for us all sugar.” He confessed as he got up following suit “so you’re not mad?” You felt relieved as the boy stood almost a foot taller than you.
His hand tucked your hair behind your face “not when I know I’ll get you soon.” Rutgers voice was barely above a whisper as he kissed your lips.
It turned out that Rutger would only get one final chance with you in your sorority. The night before graduation left you desperate to have your way with him.
Yet it seemed that luck was going to be on your side because just as Rutger was starting to settle in to Winnipeg after a year away from you when you traded Michigan for Florida. A job came up you couldn’t say no to “you tell me you’re single but you have never been out with us once.” One of his teammates pointed out making Rutger laugh.
The question came off innocently “got a girl I still like from back home?” He shrugged watching his teammates walk into the locker room as it gave him a chance to think about you “hope that means I still have a chance Rut.” You swore you’d never seen him happier to see you before.
It took him seconds to run over to you before he got the chance to embrace you like a crazy man “Sugar what are you doing here?” He couldn’t help but spin you around with joy upon the realisation that you were indeed real “someone had to come take care of you pretty boy.” You shrugged with a smile more than happy to be back with the boy.
