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2 tall shots of Matt Rempe, please 😏

coming right up! (p.s if you saw me accidentally post this early, no you didn’t)

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your lips trailed down his throat as you raked your nails down his toned abdomen. it wasn’t all the time you got to have him like this.

on top of him, matt completely at your mercy.

tonight was different, though. matt had a rough game and wanted nothing more than to let you use him. he tried his best to keep his hips at bay, but the way you were squeezing around his cock was making him dizzy. his chest heaved while you continued your assault on his chest, leaving enough red and purple blotches to have the guys making comments in the locker room.

you took it slow, seizing your opportunity at being able to worship his body. placing kisses everywhere, feeling up all of the rigid muscles that bulged against his clear skin. your cunt was dripping down his length at this point, making it almost impossible to keep from throwing caution to the wind and riding him till your hearts content. but, you wanted this to last and at the rate of his throbbing cock and your pulsating walls, you knew that wasn’t gonna be the case.

“baby,” he rasped desperately, “please, need to cum so bad.”

it was almost funny how to managed to dwindle a 6’8 hockey player down to nothing but a begging, needy mess.

the way his hands rubbed up and down your sides, but never made an attempt to move you was taxing. this was torment for you, just as much as it was him. you could feel your resolve snapping as his pathetic, groveling whimpers and pleas grew louder.

after finishing tracing each of his abs, you decide not to make him wait any longer. you brace your hands on his chest, before slowly lifting your hips and letting them fall back down over his cock. matt’s face scrunched in pleasure, the sensitivity drawing the most delicious of moans from his throat.

“fuck,” his voice cracked, raising and octave, “n-not gonna last.”

your own voice was plagued by the size of his cock, and the intense heat that blasted through your body. you finally managed a quick “me too,” before picking up the speed of your hips. the sounds of your cunt squelching and your skin slapping together was enough to have you almost barreling over with the force of your orgasm.

matt wasn’t far behind, instantly shooting thick white ropes into your weeping hole. the pressure your walls gave his cock was overwhelming, the air being knocked from his lungs. his hands gripped your hips as your tried you best to prolong his climax, milking him of every last drop.

by the time he’d come down, you were collapsed onto his chest. your thighs still burned and his torso was covered with red scratches. yet, neither of you had been more content.

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Panties dropped holy fuck.

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sad Nico photoset, sorry

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definitely the annoying little brother

luke hughes x female!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader

summary - 5.2k words. living in an apartment with your best friend is great, but living in an apartment with your best friend and his brother... not so great

author's note - so... got a little carried away with this one, might write a part 2 idk yet but I love cocky Luke

warnings - mentions of alcohol, swearing, smut (first time writing so hopefully it isn't total shit)

When you moved to New Jersey you felt absolutely lost. Don't take it the wrong way, it was great – a prestigious college, a change of surroundings, and a fresh start. Your journey took an unexpected turn when you accidentally bumped into someone, quite literally bumping into him, drenching him in your freshly bought coffee. That someone was Jack, who had also just moved to New Jersey after being drafted to the New Jersey Devils. Like you, he was lost, navigating the unfamiliar terrain of a new beginning. Quickly you became best friends, helping each other with everything. You were there to cheer him on in the stands, and cheer him up during his rough rookie year, and he helped you out with your schoolwork, making sure you never felt alone in the stress of college life. You both shared a lot of laughs, late-night chats, and supported each other through thick and thin. And when you struggled to find a new apartment, he offered to let you stay in the guest room without hesitation. When weeks turned into months, you realized that living together clicked for both of you, turning what was meant to be a temporary arrangement into a lasting living situation. 

When Luke was drafted, you were on the edge of the seat in the apartment, eyes glued to the screen in anticipation as the New Jersey Devils were about to announce their pick. The moment Luke’s name was called, you leapt up, a surge of joy overwhelming you. You were thrilled, not just for Luke, but because you knew how much this meant for Jack – having the chance to play alongside his brother, to improve and grow together on the ice. You watched the screen as Jack sprung from the couch, shaking with excitement. Jack had told you that if Luke was drafted to the Devils, he would move into the apartment. However, from the friendship you had with Jack, you could only be excited for the fun ahead with two goofy brothers.

But here you were, angrily banging on the shared bathroom door, “LUKE! Are you fucking kidding me, I’m gonna be late.” The reality of living with Luke was far from pleasant and fun. Luke was definitely the annoying brother of the three. Unlike Jack, who was always kind and considerate, Luke seemed to barely tolerate your presence, often making snide, witty comments, as if he wanted to fire you up.

The apartment had become a warzone, filled with incessant arguing, shouting, and tension thick enough to cut with a knife. In Jack’s absence, there was no one acting as the peacemaker, no one stopping the two of you. Luke was leaving the bathroom messy, his toiletries scattered, leaving dirty dishes in the sink, not even bothering to put them in the dishwasher, and taking your clothes out of the dryer leaving them in a pile on the floor so he could use the machine, he even went as far as to have a party the night before your midterm. You couldn’t help but feel like he was doing it on purpose, you knew he was raised well, with proper manners and common decency – cause you knew what Jack was like. You knew, you knew he was doing it on purpose, to get under your skin. And what bothered you most, was that it was working.

Luke finally unlocked the bathroom door, and as he swung it open, a cloud of steam escaped into the hallway. His hair was damp, a towel wrapped around his lower body, showcasing his muscles. “You don’t have to spend that long in the bathroom, especially when you end up looking like that,” you remarked sharply, your arms crossed.

“Like what? Incredibly handsome?” Luke retorted, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

“No, like shit,” you fired back without missing a beat.

“Well, you look pretty shit yourself. So you don’t really need to go to the bathroom before school anyways,” he chuckled, clearly pleased with his response. Frustrated, you rolled your eyes and pushed past him to move on with your day.

-

“Come on Y/N,” Jack whined, his voice dragging, practically on his knees as he begged. His team was heading out to celebrate their victory from the night before, and with your schedule finally clear after non-stop stress, Jack insisted on you joining them, arguing you deserved a break. But, his team included a certain someone – Luke. The idea of enduring hours into the night, subjected to Luke’s endless barbs and comments, now potentially amplified by alcohol, spelled nothing but trouble in your mind.

“I’ll put you on my tab, if you come,” he offered, hoping to entice you with the promise of a free night out. You couldn’t help but laugh at his desperation for you to join, “Come on, I know you guys rotate who keeps the tab,” you retorted, narrowing your eyes playfully at him, “And you were the one paying last time.”

“Please I’ll clean the bathroom the next three weeks,” he proposed.

“Four weeks.”

“Okay next four weeks. And I'll make you lunch for those weeks too,” he said, extending his hand in a peace offering.

“Deal. But I’ll skip on the lunch since you barely know how to cook broccoli.”

-

“Aren’t we going to wait for Luke?” you questioned, slipping into your boots, a hint of curiosity in your voice. Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at your question, giving himself a once-over in the mirror. “Suddenly become best friends with your ‘enemy’?” he teased. “Absolutely not,” you replied with a snort, “Just needed to know if I had to fight for us to sit in the back.”

The Uber drove into the bustling city of New York, skyscrapers rushing by in a blur. Luke had headed out early with Holtz and Mercer, leaving you to revel in the peaceful drive to the club, free from any of the usual bickering. The car was filled with laughter and lighthearted banter, both you and Jack bubbling with anticipation for the evening ahead.

A chime sounded as the elevator announced your arrival to the club’s level, and as the doors slid open, you were greeted by a stunning panoramic view of New York City. the vibrant lights and endless skyline stretched out before you, leaving you in awe. “Pretty sick, right?” Jack nudged you, his smirk infectious, clearly proud of the evening’s choice. The club’s interior buzzed with energy, packed with people moving rhythmically under the glow of shimmering lights. The music enveloped the space, so loud and deep that the bass seemed to vibrate through the very floor. Jack, with a reassuring grip, took your hand and guided you through the crowd, weaving towards the table where his teammates were gathered.

They all excitedly greeted the two of you, ushering for you both to join them at the table. You loved Jack’s teammates – they were just as kind and welcoming as him, making everyone feel included and part of the fun. They made you feel like a part of the team. And then there was Luke, he didn't even glance in your direction when you approached the table, too invested in a conversation with Timo to care – yeah sure.

As soon as you sat down, drinks were served – Jack with his usual beer, and for you, a Tom Collins, your all-time favorite. You couldn’t help but chuckle, Jack even went as far as to make sure you got your favorite drink. 

After a few more drinks and hearty laughs, Jack pulled you out of your seat and onto the dance floor. The music took over as soon as you started moving, and you found yourself really enjoying the moment. Dancing there with Jack, you felt genuinely happy that you’d agreed to go out. And you forgot all about his annoying little brother.

Dancing, lost in the rhythm and the music, you realized your glass was empty. Sliding through the crowd, you made your way to the bar, navigating the sea of people all moving to the same beat. The bartenders moved with swift precision, a blur of activity as they tried to keep up with the endless stream of orders shouted by the eager club-goers. 

Waiting to be served, you suddenly felt a hand wrap around your waist. Startled, you turned around, meeting the drunken gaze of a stranger. “What you getting beautiful?” He was undoubtedly handsome, but the whole ordeal made you somewhat uncomfortable. You tried to respond, but only managed to stumble out an incoherent answer. 

He leaned in, his breath brushed your ear, the words “Why don’t I buy you a drink, and then we can continue the party at my place?” lingering in the air between you. The proposal sent an uncomfortable shiver down your spine, and not the good kind. You were caught off guard, unsure of how to escape the situation, all you managed in response was a sheepish smile, your mind racing for a way out. In a sudden move, he leaned in. You were frozen, unable to move away, you just tightly shut your eyes, bracing for impact. However, the kiss never landed. With your eyes still closed, the sounds of a scuffle broke through the music.

Then he leaned in closer, his breath fanning over your ear, “Why don’t I buy you a drink, and then we can continue the party at my place.” it sent a shiver down your spine, and not the good kind, you could only offer a sheepish smile. Then in the whiff of a moment he leaned in trying to give you a kiss. You were frozen, you couldn’t move away and just closed your eyes, bracing for impact. But the kiss never came, eyes still closed, you heard commotion. 

“Back off. She’s not going anywhere with you.”

Opening your eyes, you found Luke standing between you and the stranger. He had pushed him, shielding you from his advances.

“You okay?” Luke asked as he lightly brushed your arm, his towering presence offering a sense of security. You looked up at him, slowly giving him a small nod. What the fuck just happened.

Without missing a beat, Luke turned to signal the bartender, “Two Tom Collins’, please.” The bartender acknowledged with a nod and swiftly got to work on the drinks. 

As he handed you one of the glasses, Luke’s hand found its way to the small of your back, guiding you with a surprising gentleness toward the dance floor. The music, once again, wrapped around you, quickly making you forget all about the uncomfortable encounter at the bar.

You found yourself dancing close to Luke, you had never been this close to him before, ever. However, you found it somewhat comforting. He seemed to sense this shift too, his hand gently placed at your hips, his voice teasing, “Considering how much you complain about me hogging the bathroom, you seem pretty okay standing this close to me.”

The comment took you by surprise, a rush of warmth flooding to your cheeks. You were quick to retort, attempting to mask your fluster, “Blame that on the club being crowded. If our apartment was this packed, I’d have moved out by now.”

You felt weirdly comfortable in Luke’s presence now, and it seemed he noticed. “Considering how much you complain about me hogging the bathroom, you seem pretty okay standing this close to me.” it caught you off guard and you felt a warmth rush to your cheeks. You quickly shook it off, “Blame that the club is crowded. If our apartment was this packed, I'd have moved out by now.”

Luke smirked, leaning in closer than before, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, “Or maybe you’ve just realized how much you actually enjoy my company. All these complaints might just be your way of asking for more attention.”

Caught in the unexpected closeness, you tried to maintain your composure. “Dream on, Luke. If I wanted more of your attention, I’d just lock myself in the bathroom with you,” you shot back.

“Yeah, wouldn’t you like that.” that damn smirk, you wish you could just wipe it off his face.

What. Was. Happening?

Confused and a bit flustered, you mustered up an excuse, before navigating through the lively crowd, towards Jack at the table. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Jack’s voice pulled you back to reality, his tone playful as he nudged you gently. 

“Fine,” you responded, rolling your eyes at the boy. “I’m having fun. But you didn’t have to make them order my favorite drink,” you laughed, giving in to his bright smile.

Jack joined in the laughter, but something in his response made it seem he was laughing at you, not with you. He tilted his head looking at you, genuinely puzzled. “I didn’t tell anyone to order your favorite drink.”

“Well, who’s in charge of the tab tonight?”

“Luke.”

-

The next few weeks, you tried your hardest to avoid Luke. The whole situation in the club… it was confusing, it was so unexpected but for some reason you didn’t mind the closeness that happened that night. But you couldn't face him. You even got up hours earlier than necessary to avoid the usual bathroom argument, waiting a few extra hours before class or work. It was tearing your sleep schedule apart, but it was for the best.

Your eyes were glued to the bright screen of your phone – 3AM. You let out a frustrated sigh, you couldn’t sleep. The room felt like an oven, the early arrival of summer in New Jersey wrapping your space in an unbearable warmth. Stress of upcoming exams layed heavy on your subconscious. And the thought of having to get up in two hours just to avoid Luke, didn’t help much either.

Defeated, you pushed yourself out of bed, sliding into your fluffy slippers. Glancing at your reflection in the mirror, you sighed, you looked a mess. Hair tied up in a messy bun, and Jack’s New Jersey Devils t-shirt hanging loosely around you. Whatever. At this ungodly hour, no one would see you anyways, and the boys probably have early morning practice.

Carefully, you pushed the door open, trying to minimize the telltale creak. With light steps, you tiptoed down the hallway, aiming for the kitchen. The gentle illumination from the counter lights greeted you, casting a soft, inviting glow over the room – Jack must’ve left it on. However, the comfort quickly turned to your dismay when you spotted the very person you’d tried so hard to avoid for weeks on end – Luke. His back was turned, curls messy, and a pair of pajama pants loosely hanging around his waist. His back muscles, his shoulders, all on display.

The sight of him triggered an immediate response – you knew you needed to get out of there before he noticed you. You turned your heel, your slippers betraying you with a sharp squeak against the floor.

“Going somewhere?” 

You cleared your throat, gathering the courage to face him as you slowly turned around. There he was, casually leaning against the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal cradled in his hands – his midnight snack. “Just needed some water. Didn’t realize I had company,” you managed to say, trying to sound nonchalant.

He let out a soft chuckle, the spoon in his bowl making lazy circles. “Can’t sleep either, huh? The kitchen’s open for all, y’know.” I mean he wasn’t wrong. Despite your efforts to maintain a distance, you did live together, and spaces like the kitchen were neutral ground, even at 3AM.

“Yeah, I… I guess I’ll just grab that water then.” navigating the awkward silence towering the room, you reached for a glass, making your way to the sink – coincidentally right beside where Luke was enjoying his cereal. His presence was towering over you as you filled the glass with water. 

“You know, for two people who claim to dislike each other, we do end up in the same place a lot.” Luke observed with a smirk that you felt rather than saw.

You scoffed, attempting to maintain a facade of indifference. “We live in the same apartment Luke, and your brother is my best friend. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

“Well, you’re wearing my t-shirt, so don't blame me,” he countered.

You huffed, caught off guard. “This is Jack’s.”

He chuckled lightly, “I’ve been looking for it for weeks, thought I lost it. But now I know you just wanted to feel like you were sleeping next to me.”

You let out a scoff, annoyed, “In your dreams, asshole.”

He stepped closer, reducing the distance between you to mere inches. “Y’know, you could’ve just asked. I’d gladly let you sleep in bed with me,” he said, the smirk evident in his voice as he towered over you.

Your heart was racing, your voice caught in your throat at the sudden proximity. In a moment of panic, you retreated, mumbling an incoherent “I have to go,” as you hastily made your escape.

-

The usual calm and comfortable space of your apartment, was tonight transformed into a space buzzing with energy, laughter, and booze. It was Jack’s birthday, and as his best friend you were determined to throw him the best celebration possible – a surprise party. You pulled out all the stops, inviting friends, his teammates, and with the off-season granting a rare break, Trevor, Cole, and Alex were able to join the festivities. As you navigate the cluster of people, a glass nestled gently in your grasp, your gaze inadvertently landed on Luke. There he was, nestled in a corner of the room, deeply engrossed in conversation. By his side stood a girl whose laughter harmonized so seamlessly with his, it almost seemed choreographed. 

A strange unease began to coil within you at the sight. There was Luke, entirely absorbed in dialogue with whoever this girl was, and something about it unsettled you deeply.

“Seems like Luke’s really hit it off huh,?” Trevor’s voice cut through the hum of the party, his tone playful yet pointed as he caught your fixed gaze and gave a teasing nudge.

“Yeah, looks like it,” you found yourself responding, striving for indifference even as you couldn’t tear your eyes away. You weren’t sure why, but the observation felt like it lodged itself in your chest.

Jack’s laughter soon joined in, bright and unaware of the subtle tension you felt. He slapped your shoulder genially, “Luke’s always been a charmer. Who’s the lucky lady this time?”

You attempted a noncommittal shrug, trying to shake off the knot forming inside. “No idea.”

-

“This is nice isn’t it,” Jack's voice cut through the comfortable hum of the city. The sun was shining, pouring its warmth over Jersey City, a gentle breeze complemented the heat perfectly.

The sun was shining, it was warm outside accompanied with a gentle comfortable breeze. It was a great day in Jersey city. 

As you wandered through the city with Jack, it felt like old times, just the two of you. His excitement was contagious, sparking a lightness that you had been missing for too long.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. And we live together,” he joked playfully nudging you, but you could sense the underlying truth in his words – he genuinely missed these moments together. 

And he was right; it had been a while. The efforts you’d put into avoiding Luke eventually affected Jack as well, as the two of them shared basically the same schedule. You didn’t want to tell him the truth, that you were avoiding luke and then possibly having to explain why. 

“Yeah, I’ve missed this, it’s just that I've been drowning in school work lately.” It was a bad excuse, but it was the best and most realistic you could come up with.

Deciding to take advantage of the beautiful weather, you suggested heading to one of your favorite cafes. The idea of soaking up some sun while catching up seemed perfect. Once you found a spot in the outdoor seating area, you offered to go in and order for the two of you. By the time you returned with two coffees, the dynamic at your table had unexpectedly changed. Two additional figures were now seated beside Jack, their curls a dead giveaway – you recognised those curls anywhere. A sigh escaped your lips as Jack, beaming with enthusiasm, gestured towards them. “Hey, Y/N! Look who I found!” The two ‘curlyheads’ turned to face you, John and Luke greeting you with smiles, with Luke’s carrying his signature, teasing smirk.

Reluctantly, you settled into the chair next to Jack, putting up your best efforts to remain composed, polite, and NOT awkward. The conversation flowed effortlessly, but you, you remained quiet. Occasionally offering a nod and a brief reply. Your eyes shifted between John and Jack, effectively avoiding Luke, as if by ignoring Luke, you could somehow make the situation less complicated.

Eventually, John and Luke made their casual exit. You managed a tight smile and a polite wave, holding on to the facade of composure until they were out of sight. The moment they were gone, Jack’s attention snapped back to you, his brows furrowed in confusion and curiosity. “Why were you acting so weird?” 

Suddenly, the cafe’s cozy outdoor setting felt more like an interrogation room, and you were in the spotlight.

“Wha-what do you mean,” your voice wavered despite the smile you plastered on. “I wasn’t being weird.” you countered, hoping the denial sounded more convincing to his ears than it did to yours.

Jack’s eyes widened in shock, as if he had just cracked the code. The revelation seemed to knock him off balance, almost sending him tumbling from his chair. “Oh my god,” he whispered, a mix of genuine shock and amusement in his voice, as a chuckle broke free. “You’re sleeping with John, aren’t you?” 

A wave of relief washed over you at his misinterpretation. I mean it's better than to tell him about Luke, right? In the end Jack is still his older brother, and you couldn’t risk jeopardizing your friendship with Jack, even if whatever was going on with Luke meant something.

Caught between the fear of losing your closest friend and the chaos of the moment, you found yourself nodding along before the word “yes” tumbled out. And now, you possibly just made your situation even worse.

-

Once again, you found yourself at a bar with Jack and his teammates. The night a farewell toast before everyone dispersed for the off-season. The bar buzzed with a contagious mix of laughter and the clinking of glasses, everyone enjoying each other's company before leaving. Throughout the evening, you’d successfully avoided both Luke and John, navigating the minefield of awkward encounters. You also may have indulged in a few too many drinks to steady your nerves. 

Finding yourself back at the bar for yet another round of liquid courage, you sensed someone approaching. Turning, it wasn’t Luke’s familiar curls, but John’s. You managed a somewhat forced smile as he settled down beside him. “Hey Y/N having fun?” he asked, his smile was radiating, infectious. 

You nervously accepted your drink as it arrived, taking a sip that was perhaps a bit too eager. “Yeah, it’s great hanging out with you guys!” 

An awkward silence fell upon you, filled by only the sounds of your silent sipping your respective drinks. John’s laughter cut through the silence, laughing at the obvious awkward situation, breaking the ice with ease. “Y’know Jack’s been chirping me relentlessly tonight. Mentioning something… interesting, about us.” you groaned, mentally facepalming yourself. 

With a playful gesture, he pointed a finger between the two of you, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. “Did… did we sleep together one night and I forgot?”

“No no no.” you rushed to clarify, flailing your hands around desperate to clear up the situation. John is, of course, handsome, and after a few too many drinks on a night out, it may have happened under other circumstances. You both burst out in laughter at the situation, dissolving any lingering awkwardness.

John dramatically placed a hand over his heart in relief. “Phew, good. Don’t want Luke getting all jealous on me.” your laughter echoed his, agreeing wholeheartedly until his words fully registered – you never mentioned Luke. “What did you say?”

John merely winked and offered a pat on your shoulder before making his exit, leaving you at the bar, more puzzled than ever.

As the evening unfolded, the flow of drinks seemed never-ending, each one blurring into the next until the vibrant energy of the bar felt like a distant hum. Suddenly, you found yourself seated in the passenger side of a car, the light of New Jersey streaking past in a dizzying display. Barely able to keep your eyes open in your drunken state you looked over to the driver's seat – Luke. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be driving,” you slurred. 

“I was sober tonight Y/N. And you… you were way too drunk, we’re going home,” Luke responded. His tone lacked its usual lightness, replaced by a firm blunt response. The drive was engulfed in silence, a tension hanging in the air that even your drunken haze couldn’t miss.

“So, cozying up with John,” Luke remarked, a hint of something indefinable in his tone.

Luke had seen you at the bar. His voice carried a weight, similar to the unease you felt when you saw him with that girl at Jack’s birthday. 

Words failed you as you tried to respons, a string of incoherent mumbles and half-words coming out of your mouth. You felt like you were burning up, put on the spot, panicking. “Trying to make me jealous?” You blinked in shock at his question. There was no hint of anger in Luke’s voice; instead, he sounded amused. You could almost feel his smirk.

As you finally mustered up the courage to face him, there it was – that infuriating, captivating smirk. Part of you wanted to punch it off his face, yet another part was inexplicably drawn to it. “I… I wasn’t…” you stuttered, struggling to articulate your thoughts. Luke let out a soft chuckle, his hand leaving the steering wheel, landing comfortably on your thigh. 

“I’ll admit, I got a bit jealous. But i know John wouldn’t do that to me,” he said, giving you a gentle squeeze. You were totally lost. Luke was jealous? Why? You weren’t trying to make him jealous. Your intentions had been the polar opposite – you were trying to avoid him. And here you were, alone, in the car, with Luke. 

“And I know you wouldn’t do that either. You’re too charmed by me, aren’t you.” The car came to a stop, you were outside the apartment. Luke finally turned to meet your gaze. His question hung in the air, you didn’t know what to say. You weren’t interested in Luke, at all. You were just confused, right?

 “Is that the reason why you’ve been avoiding me?” His words struck a nerve, he knew. He knew, that you’d been in fact avoiding him. You found yourself locked in his gaze, unable to pry your eyes away from his. Luke didn’t look away either, it was as if he was uncovering every secret, exploring every inch of you with his eyes.

In a swift, almost breathless moment, he leaned over, his lips finding yours. The kiss caught you by surprise, yet the thought of pulling away never crossed your mind. Instead, you found yourself surrendering – melting into the warmth of his lips. Your hand instinctively found its way to his curls, fingers weaving through them, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

You were moving in perfect sync.

His hand reached out, unlatching your seatbelt, freeing your from its restraint. With an ease of urgency, you climbed over the midconsole, never losing the precious contact between the two of you. 

His hands found their way to your hips, finger pressing into the soft fabric of your clothes, pulling you even closer. Arching your back at the contact, your clothed core merely inches away from him, only your clothes separating you. Intoxication swept over you, but it wasn’t the alcohol swirling through your veins that left you dizzy – it was Luke. it was the touch of his hands roaming around your body, the feeling of his lips on yours, it was him. And you needed more. Your hands seemed to take on a life of their own, grasping at his shoulders, tugging at his curls, wrapping around his neck – anything to be closer to Luke. 

Lost in the moment, straddling Luke in the drivers seat as you deepened the kiss. His hands on your hips, pulling you closer as you grind against him, feeling him harden beneath you. The friction was maddening, and you could feel yourself growing wetter by the second.

You simply couldn’t help yourself. 

With a groan, Luke pulls away, leaving you both gasping for air. But the respite is short-lived as you felt Luke’s fingers grazing your inner thigh, sending shivers up your spine. He hooked his fingers under the edge of your panties, pulling them to the side. You bit down on your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as he slips inside, his fingers finding your clit with ease. 

But you can’t, you’d been wanting this, needing this, needing him. Needing Luke.

You let out a soft moan, giving yourself over to the feeling of his fingers exploring your most sensitive area. At first, Luke’s fingers moved in small, teasing circles, bareuly brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, just watching you fall apart on top of him. 

In the haze of pleasure, you found yourself drawn to Luke’s eyes. They were dark, intense, however, there was a hint of care, and maybe even love, taking in every moment of your reaction to his touch. 

You couldn’t look away if you tried. Trapped in his gaze, the car filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and whimpers – you didn’t want to escape.

Luke’s eyes never left yours, watching with rapt attention as your breath hitched in your throat. Your face flushed, eyes closed tight, feeling the pressure building inside you. Luke’s fingers sped up, pressing harder against your clit. 

Suddenly, your vision faded, the orgasm tearing through you like a wildfire, your body shaking with the force of your release.

Collapsing on top of him, your breath coming in short, sharp, gasp as you tried to catch your breath. Luke pushed away the mess of your hair, gently caressing your chin, tilting your face so you could meet his gaze. He was smiling, not the usual shit eating smirk, but smiling with genuine care and affection.

What just happened?

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forced proximity with jack even though you guys are enemies… so you guys say 👀

lucky lift | jack hughes

warnings: elevator sex, enemies to FWB, secret pining on jack’s side, hj, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (f receiving), fingering, teasing/general dirty talk (aka i just like writing dialogue) pairing: jack hughes x reader summary: the one when you hook up with your work enemy on a whim wc: 1468

“Don’t fucking look at me like that,” You hiss. “You know I don’t like this any more than you do.”

To top off a shitty day, in which you had woken up late, spilled coffee on the shirt that you had been waiting to wear all week, and tripped up the stairs in full view of everyone in the office, you were now stuck– nay, you were trapped, cornered, imprisoned– in the elevator with none other than Jack Hughes.

You and Jack had been working at this company for the same amount of time, both of you hired in the same week, trained by the same people, and working on the same projects. You hated each other. You supposed you hated Jack first, but it was only because he made everything so competitive. He claimed he couldn’t help it when your work bestie brought it up to him (much to your chagrin), “because he was an athlete when he was younger.”

In an ideal world, this “athlete” could pry open the doors of the elevator so you could make an escape. Instead, he’s staring at you with an amused smirk on his face while you do all the work.

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Jack scoffs. 

“Maybe I do hate it more than you,” You bite back. “You seem awfully content over there to watch me do all the work.”

“I called for help,” Jack reminds you. “They said two hours. To me. I don’t remember you offering to call.”

“I didn’t have service,” You say through gritted teeth. 

“Get a better provider,” Jack says in the same tone. 

“You think you’re so fucking funny, don’t you?”

“I think you’re really easy to piss off.” Jack’s smile pulls at the sides of his lips in a way that’s almost endearing, but you also want to wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze.

“I think you–”

“I also think the stain on your shirt from your coffee has gotten worse with the sweat from all your efforts to escape,” Jack interrupts. “Maybe you should take it off.”

The initial surprise that came with his statement turns to anger at his arrogance. “Excuse me?” You exclaim, stalking over to him and whacking his arm. “You’re coming onto me? As if you couldn’t make this situation any worse?”

“We might as well have fun with it,” Jack says with a shrug, shying away from your violent slaps. 

“I don’t even like you,” You point out. “You don’t even like me.”

Jack reaches a hand up and cups your cheek, silencing you. “Does it matter?” 

The weight of his hand against your face and the pure honesty of his tone causes your stomach to turn. You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought of him like that before, but it was rare. It was during the monthly meetings Jack led, when he had to wear more business professional clothing, and he always decided to roll up his sleeves post-meeting and lose the jacket. You usually caught him in the break room brewing his own coffee, focused and straight-faced like he was about to reenter the meeting rather than celebrate its end. 

“No,” You decide. 

You allow him to pull you in, pressing your lips together in a surprisingly gentle kiss. You never thought Jack was the kind to savor something, but here you were. He’s slow with his movements, his fingers trailing over your curves and ridges like he’s trying to map your body. 

“You’re going too slow,” You complain, palming the front of his dress pants. You fit your hand on his bulge, rubbing over it until he lets out a moan. “Let’s speed things up.”

“I want to enjoy this,” Jack mumbles and you can barely hear him.

“You will,” You tell him, unzipping his pants and reaching into his boxers. You circle your hand around his dick, pumping him from base to tip, using his precum to make the glide smoother. 

“No,” Jack groans and tilts his head back. “I want to enjoy this.”

You pause your movements. “What do you mean?”

“I–” Jack bucks his hips up into your hand, your grip loose around him while you wait for him to explain. “You’re just so pretty when you’re mad at me.”

“Oh,” You breathe out. 

“And you’re mad at me all the time,” Jack whines. He pushes you against the wall of the elevator, leaning in to leave kisses along your neck. He sucks at the underside of your jaw, leaving a cool circle of saliva when he trails his lips lower. “Wanted to fuck you for so long now, Y/N.”

He presses his hips into your body, your hand still trapped in his pants. You remove it as his hands cover the back of your thighs and he lifts you up, you immediately circling your legs around his waist. He uses one hand to push his pants down, his belt clinking against the floor as the fabric pools around his feet. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth and causing him to groan. Jack pulls your skirt up and moves your panties to the side, movements quick now that he admitted his secret to you.

He presses himself inside of you, feeding his cock into your tight, wet cunt. 

“Feels so good,” Jack whispers. “So tight, baby. So wet.”

“Fuck me, Jack,” You tell him, voice strong. “Need you to fuck me.”

“Gonna,” Jack agrees with a moan, rolling his hips sensually. 

Jack steps forward until he can hold you up against the wall and push one leg so your ankle rests on his shoulder. He turns and gives your ankle a kiss, then bows his head to watch himself enter you to a rhythm that only he knows. Jack moves like he’s drunk on the feeling of you, soft noises falling from his lips like he’s trying not to be too loud. You can almost feel the elevator shaking with his movements.

“Not gonna last,” Jack chokes out, clutching at your waist. 

“Gonna come in me?” You tease, nipping at Jack’s earlobe.

Jack lets out a high keen, his mouth falling open and his eyelids fluttering shut as your entrance flutters around him, causing him to come undone inside of you. His breaths come out as stuttered as his thrusts do, his come warm inside you and leaking out when he draws himself out of you. 

Jack keeps you pressed against the wall of the elevator, but lowers himself to his knees.

“Gonna clean you up,” Jack promises. Your thighs rest on his shoulders, your ankles crossed behind his back. His hands pull at your ass cheeks, kneading them. 

“J,” You whimper when Jack attaches his lips to your entrance. He moans against your hole, flicking his tongue against your hole like a dog drinking from a bowl of water. He nuzzles his face into your cunt and brings a hand around to rub your clit in quick circles.

“Y’look so good,” Jack praises, his eyes so big and blue from where they look up at you. “You gonna come? Gonna mix us together, give me something to really enjoy?”

“Oh,” You exclaim, your fingers lacing into Jack’s hair. Your hips buck against his face and he slips a finger into your hole, pushing it in and out of you and curling it as he laps at your clit. “Fuck, Jack, just like that.”

Miraculously, he listens to you and only intensifies his actions, pumping a second finger into you.

You choke on a wail as you come on his fingers, the climax causing your head to fall back against the wall of the elevator with force. Jack stifles a laugh, but continues to lick at your come (and his own) until you’re removing your hands from his hair and trying to get your feet back on solid ground.

“You know, I like you like this,” Jack teases, fixing your panties for you and moving your skirt back to its original position. He pulls his own pants up when he rises, tucking himself away and buckling his belt with his very talented fingers. “All fucked out.”

“If anything, I’m the one who fucked you,” You bite back. “You came first and you ate your own come out of me."

“Mmm, next time I’ll leave it inside of you,” Jack says with a short kiss to your neck, adjusting the collar of your blouse. His hand ghosts over your neck and he feels the way your breath hitches. “Maybe we should get to the office early one day and I’ll bend you over my desk. You’ll have to walk around all day, feeling my come drip out of you. You’ll be begging me to clean you up then.”

note: ugh office enemies is a trope that i need in my life. if i'm going to be a slave to the work force i am going to fuck my hot enemy jack hughes whenever i can!

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HE IS HIM

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stars @ canucks \ march 28, 2024.

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Luke Hughes intermission interview.

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Headcanons for juraj slafkovsky please!! I've been obsessed with Juraj lately more than before

warnings: none!!!

- Juraj ALWAYS knows how to make you laugh. even when you’re upset. we’ve all seen his interviews and tiktok’s, he’s got a good sense of humour and his laugh is contagious

- I just feel like he’s always so funny and happy and smiling around you. he just seems like such a happy, golden retriever boy. he definitely jokes around a lot but when you need him to be serious, he will be

- the BEST cuddler. I mean he’s so big I feel like he’d just be the best teddy bear

- I just know your camera roll would be FILLED with funny photos and videos of him

- I definitely feel like he would let you do his skincare and makeup 🤭

- he would teach you Slovak phrases and words (unless you already speak it of course lol)

- I feel like he’s definitely possessive and protective over you

- he just seems like such a sweetheart. I can imagine him always surprising you with flowers or just little things you enjoy

- will try to cook for you and will probably fail many times

- would definitely get invested in reality tv shows

- he loves bringing you to Slovakia and watching you and his sister and his whole family get along so well 🥰

- I feel like if you really wanted to do a TikTok trend with him, he would be down 🤷🏻‍♀️

- he’s definitely always eating (he said he eats a lot before haha) so I can picture many late night snack or fast food runs

- definitely gives you kisses all the time and randomly too. also is always giving you hugs and just being really clingy to you

- I think he would just be the most perfect, sweetest boyfriend 😌🤍

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this art should be on a museum

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obsessed with his curls

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quick - nico hischier

pairing: fem!reader x nico hischier word count: 1.4k warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), no foreplay apologies, this is a quickie. thanks to the anon who requested this

You rounded the corner, the skirt of your sundress riding dangerously high on your thigh. Your arms were covered with a black blazer and around your neck hung your credentials. Social Media Manager for the New Jersey Devils. 

You had started the job following your graduation from Rutgers and loved every minute of it. From taking photos of the players during warm ups, to subjecting them to silly TikTok videos. It was something you could never take for granted.

It was game day and you were running around making sure that all the right information was with the right people. You had become friends with some of the broadcasters and knew who to give little bits of random information to, so they could drop things in during the show. 

You continued walking down the corridor to your office, heels clicking against the floor making your presence known. Everyone who worked for the Devils was incredibly nice and you were so thankful because when you did a Summer Placement, it was anything but.

The door to your office opened with a groan, reminding you that you needed to grease up the hinges soon because it would drive you insane if you didn’t. You sat down in your chair, logging into your computer so you could quickly tweet out some pre game graphics and interact with the fans.

A knock on the door of your office took your attention away from the tweet you were composing, one about the NJ Devil running around Prudential Center with a drum, terrorising different members of the team.

“Come in,” you called out and Nico Hischier entered your office. You didn’t usually do the walk in videos so seeing him in a suit was a completely different side of him that you hadn’t seen before. His hair was well styled and his suit fit around his muscles perfectly, accentuating them in the best way.

“How can I help,” you asked, undoing the button of your jacket and taking it off. Nico’s gaze remained on your face, no matter how much he wanted to look down. The captain had a crush on you from the first time you walked in the door. At first he thought it was just a harmless crush, one that would go away after a few nights between the sheets with someone. 

It didn’t. It made him want to spend more time with you. So every time you needed someone to take part in a TikTok challenge, or an interview for the YouTube channel, he’d volunteer. It didn’t stop the other players on the team teasing him. They all knew that he had a crush on you and it was something they wanted to try and facilitate. 

Then there was the night out. The one time you had gone out with the team after a game, rather than with your friends as usual. He watched as you took shots with Jack and downed a beer faster than he had ever seen. The way you looked into his eyes as you drank your pornstar Martini, licking your lips after each sip. Nico’s cock hardened just thinking about it.

“Just wondering if you’d be sitting on the bench during warm ups,” he asked innocently, batting his eyelashes. You refrained from rolling your eyes because he already knew the answer.

“Yes cap,” you saluted him in response. “I will be there, as I always am.” You pushed your chair behind yourself,  stood up and walked around to the front of your desk to stand face to face with the Swiss man. Even in your heels, Nico was still taller than you. 

“Anything else?” You asked as you cocked your head to the side. There must be another reason for him stopping by. He wouldn’t just stop by your office for no reason. Would he?

“You look really good today,” he complimented as he looked you up and down, taking in the flowery dress you had chosen to wear for the matinee game. “You always look good.”

“Thank you,” you replied not really knowing what else to say. 

“Ever since you walked into the press room the first time, I’ve thought you were beautiful. This dress really brings out your eyes,” Nico continued. “And your lips.”

He inched closer to you, not wanting to encroach on your space too quickly, giving you the opportunity to turn him down. 

“And then that night at the bar, your cheetah print skirt,” he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck as he spoke. “You looked so happy.”

You craned your neck up to look Nico in the eyes. “I was happy,” you told him. “Because you were there.”

“Fuck,” he cursed. “You don’t know how you make me feel princess.”

“I think I can see,” your gaze dropped to his pants and the bulge that you could see.

“We have 20 minutes until I need to be downstairs getting ready,” he told you as the hand that was around your neck made its way down your back to rest on the curve of your ass.

“I need to be down in 10,” you replied, leaning in so your lips were millimetres apart. All it would take is one move, from either of you, and you would be kissing.

Nico took the initiative and pressed his lips to yours, starting with a few gentle kisses that turned passionate quickly. His hands didn’t know where to go, all he wanted to do was touch you, feel you.

“Wait,” you pulled away. Nico pouted, lips red from your lipstick. “Let me lock the door.” 

Ah, Nico thought, that made sense. Neither of you would want someone walking in on what was about to happen. 

As soon as you locked the door and turned back around, his lips were back on yours, tongue poking past your lips and into your mouth. Your hands found his hair, tugging, wanting more.

Nico pushed you against the wall, starting a trail of kisses down your neck to the tops of your breasts. “Been thinking about these for months,” he admitted.

“Fuck, we have to make this quick,” Nico groaned as he yanked down his slacks and boxers in one go, the red tip of his cock leaking pre-cum. Your lips attacked his neck with kisses, you couldn’t leave a mark on him, someone would notice.

“I got tested last week, all negative, have the coil,” you got out between kisses.

“Mine was two days ago, all negative too,” he replied. “You want this?” You nodded faster than you ever had in your life.

“Jump princess,” he whispered into your ear and you obeyed. Your legs wrapped around him and with a little shuffling, he sunk himself inside you fully. Your lips found his once more. 

His hands settled on your hips and he slowly started to thrust up into you, keeping you pinned in place. You kicked off your shoes which allowed you to dig your heels into Nico’s firm ass. 

One of his large hands found their way under the skirt of your dress, in search of your clit. He found it faster than anyone else other than yourself had and Nico almost came when he heard your sweet moans of please as he rubbed the bud. 

“C’mon baby,” he continued the strategic rubbing of your clit with the pounding of your pussy and your mind started to become fuzzy as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release.

“Fuck, I’m gonna,” you gasped as Nico started sinking his teeth into your neck, not even thinking about the marks he was making. 

“Come for me princess,” he groaned, holding back his release that was imminent.

You listened and your head threw itself back whilst your eyes rolled back. Stars filled your vision as you reached your climax, hands pulling at Nico’s hair which was certain to be a mess.

You could feel your heart beating hard but it was nothing compared to the force of Nico’s final few thrusts and the feeling of his release coating your walls. Sweat graced both of your foreheads but that didn’t stop you leaning in and pressing some more kisses to his lips.

“Fuck princess,” he moaned, voice low and deep. “Let me clean you up.” He pulled himself out of you, still holding you up against the wall with his arms, and you whined at the loss of him.

He carried you over and placed you on your desk before grabbing some tissues that were in a box on the wooden surface. Nico quickly wiped between your legs before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Sweets, you need to head downstairs,” he informed you. All you could do is shake your head.

“I can barely walk, I’ll be Bambi in my shoes,” you groaned.

“Should have thought about that before you let me fuck you silly.”

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Pretty boy- J. Slafkovsky

Juraj Slafkovsky x fem! Reader

In which Juraj has a hard time accepting compliments so you show him just how pretty he is

Warnings?; smut, oral sex (m receiving), hints to further sexual activity, cursing, kissing, mentions of insecurities, I apologized for any errors I missed!

“So pretty J.” You spoke as you kissed your way down his toned body, lips moving over his sculpted abdomen.

“N-no, m’ not pretty.” He gasped as your teeth nipped at his abs at his words.

“Yes you are, my pretty, pretty boy.” You praised eyes locking with his as you kissed over his happy trail, lips inches from his aching member.

He sucked in a deep breath, body quivering as you moved further down looking at him with nothing but pure hunger and love in your eyes.

His head dropped back as you pulled his boxers down this thick thighs, the thin material coming to hook around his ankles as his cock sprung free.

“Can I show you how pretty you are to me baby?” You asked.

He nodded silently, words stuck in his throat as he admired how gorgeous you looked sat between his spread thighs, his cock inches from your mouth.

You took his thick cock into your hand, pumping him a few times before relaxing your jaw and taking him as deep as you could, a gag echoing throughout the room as hit tip met the back of your throat.

“O-oh fuck.” He whimpered, his hands quickly tangling into your hair.

You ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing along the thick veins that traced along the skin. Bobbing your head you make your way back to his pulsing tip, trailing your tongue around in circles earning you a breathless cry from the brunette above you.

You moaned at the weight of him on your tongue, bobbing up and down you breathed through your nose as you took him deeper then before, his growing moans egging you on.

His large hands tugged on your hair as you moaned around his cock, the vibrations running up his length and through his body.

“Shi-I’m getting close.” He shivered, his thighs begging to shake as you sped up your movements.

You get sloppy then, your hand wrapping at the base of his cock bobbing your head up and down causing his cock to glisten with your spit.

Scraping your teeth against his sensitive skin gets him stuttering, his curses getting caught in his throat as his mouth dropped open in a silent cry.

Moaning as his cum fills your mouth you slow your movements, working him through the rest of his orgasm, basking in the way his thighs shook and abs clenched in pleasure.

Pulling off his drained cock with a ‘pop’ you smirked up at the spent boy, a flush of red covering his pale chest slowly working its way up to his thick neck.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He spoke breathlessly as you stood to your feet and sat next to him.

“Told you I wanted to show you how pretty you are to me.” You smirked, reaching to tuck a piece of his slightly overgrown hair behind his ear.

“Yeah well now it’s my turn.” He smirked right back, kicking off his boxers before shoving you onto your back and crawling between your spread thighs.

“And I don’t plan on stopping until you’re sobbing.”

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kisses down low

nico hischier x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, basically pure word porn, oral sex (f receiving), praising, ass and thigh slapping, use of pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl), light teasing, not proof read

“i like my kisses down low, makes me arch my back. when you give it to me slow, baby just like that.”

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♪ - kisses down low, kelly rowland

sounds of the midnight traffic fills the small apartment. i keep the room dark, the only light is the soft glow of the city’s lights mixed with the vanilla candle burning on the bedside table. a soft hum fills the room, the silence killing me, but so does the suspense. when will nico walk through the door?

he’s been on the road for quite some time, finally coming home for the games at the rock. i wait for his arrival, laying on top of the messily made covers. my legs are bare with the mini sweat shorts i wear, the bottom of my ass on display when i roll onto my side. my top is only covered with a soft pink bra, cupping me perfectly for eyes to linger on. i’m dressed perfectly for nico’s arrival.

i watch out the window, looking at all the lights glowing in the apartments around me. every light indicating a different family, different life, different problems. every car driving around the streets, ones wanting to get home to their family, get to a club, or just aimlessly searching for purpose.

the world is so huge, so many different lives happening at once. mine and everyones decisions molding everybody else’s lives, not just our own.

my thoughts suddenly snap out of my head as i hear the distant front door opening. a deep voice softly whispering my name, searching for my body that lays still in the bedroom. my eyes stay trained on the skyline, my ears listen to the apartment around me.

the footsteps getting ever so closer, the whisper of my name filling the halls. it’s all stopped when the next door opens, my bedroom door cracking open as brown eyes peer around them. i don’t see them, my back facing the door, but my body is not shielded from their sight.

“y/n?” nico whispers behind me, i look over my shoulder. even through i knew he was there, seeing his face ignites a spark in me. i raise myself in the bed, the mattress sinking with the weight of me on my knees.

nico rushes to me, pulling me in a tight hug. my head nuzzles in his chest, though i’m careful not to mess up my perfectly done makeup. the black hoodie he’s wearing doesn’t do much to cover his muscles, i feel him flex around me as his arms pull me closer to him by my waist.

his hands make their way to my waist, nonchalant picking me up into his arms. my legs wrap around his hips, letting me be completely engulfed in his warmth. “i missed you pretty girl.” he whispers into my hair, placing a soft kiss onto my head.

“i missed you more nico.” i pry my head from his chest, looking up into his eyes. his big brown eyes are overtaken my emotions, love fills them, hints of lust lingering in the shadows.

i’d be lying if i said that nico going on roadies doesn’t take a toll on our sex lives. the two of us aren’t much into the whole sexting thing or doing anything over facetime. he’s too paranoid that we’d be caught, or something somehow would get leaked. so, we keep it all for when he comes back home.

and fuck is the wait worth it.

last time i swear i was almost fucked to death. the what seemed like endless rounds of orgasms, liquids littering the bedsheets so much so, that we had to sleep on the couch.

this time, no doubt, will be no different. nico usually taking control and me going along with his demands. what we both like.

i can see the temptation in his eyes now. the way he looks at me, the stare down making me intimidatingly little. his hands cupping my ass to keep me clung to his body, he softly massages each cheek, rolling the flesh in his palms.

my teeth bite down on my bottom lip, nico’s strength picks my body up higher, our eyes looking straight into each others. his face inches ever so closer to mine, hot breath fanning over my face sending a chilled shiver down my spine.

it takes him all of two seconds to close the distance, pressing his lips to mine. his finger nails softly dig into the skin of my ass, causing a silent moan to fall from my mouth, nico taking it as the perfect opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth.

my hands which were resting along nico’s broad shoulders move their way up his neck, threading my fingers in his hair. nails rubbing his scalp and slowly pulling at his soft brown roots.

i can feel nico’s cocky smile across my lips, the way i play with his hair makes him go wild. from the way my fingers pull at my hair, i receive a playful smack on my ass. the sensitive skin turning bright red with a handprint across the flesh.

he backs his head away from mine, letting us both catch our breaths that our lungs crave. it’s then when nico’s eyes wander down my body, his eyes linger on my perky tits that start to fall out of my dainty bra. hands gripping harsher at the bottom of my exposed ass, “you really know how to dress for me, don’t you baby?” he whispers. “all this for me?”

my bottom lip finds it’s way back between my teeth, biting down on the flush pink skin. a nod of my head answers nico’s previous question, “only you.” i whisper back. my words only add to the proud smile plastered on his face, licking his lips as his dark eyes stay on mine.

my body suddenly drops, a squeal leaving as i crash with the mattress. a chuckle is the only thing i hear from above me, watching as my eyes blow wide with surprise. nico doesn’t make a move towards me, standing above me in almost a degrading way. his stare is cold, but greatly heated with lust, making me feel small in his gaze.

he finally begins to move, calloused pads of his fingers run up my smooth legs, shivers of my skin and little whimpers leave my throat. my jaw clenching at his teasing actions. his eyes follow his fingers, up the surface of my calves to my thighs.

“nico.” a soft whimper leaks from my throat in the sound of his name. “please.” i shyly beg out. the embarrassment of my pleads creep up to my cheeks, rose blush coating my skin.

he lowers himself just above my legs, his hot breath beginning to fan against my thighs. “what baby?” he teases, hovering just above my skin. “you’re gonna have to use words now.”

his hands round around my ankles, holding them loosely as he guides my feet up on the bed, my knees now in the air above. lips pressing a soft kiss on my inner knee, goosebumps form on my skin from the teasingly little contact.

my teeth bite down in a clench, squeezing my jaw to find myself begging once again. a breath shoots through my teeth, my chest rising and falling with deep sighs. “please, touch me nico.” i plead, feeding nico’s desire for me.

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he mocks. his large hands grip the sides of my thighs with great force, making me gasp from his sudden change of ways. he lowers himself farther down on the bed, lowering to his knees to get a perfect sight of me above him.

i don’t know why a whimper leaves my mouth, maybe it’s the sight of him looking up at me, like he owns me. or it’s his harsh grip that could leave bruises on my skin marking me as his. “my girls so needy, hm?” nico snaps me out of my own mind. his one hand leaves my thigh before coming back onto it with a forceful slap. i soft gasp mixed with a moan rips through the air, his hands already doing their work to soothing my burning thigh.

“you like that don’t you?” he teases once again. his lips draw down to my inner thigh, pressing a more forceful kiss down on my flesh. “me marking up your body.” nico elaborates. “as all mine.”

curses murmur from my voice, hands flattening by my sides on the mattress, staring to ball the covers into my fists. nico works closer to where my body needs the most attention, sloppy kisses tracing across my skin. i feel myself clench around nothing, needing to be filled by nico.

his hands snake up my legs, stopping at the waistband of my shorts, starting to teasingly pull them off of me. he works slow, keeping his dark brown eyes burning into mine. i suck the inside of my cheek between my teeth, watching as he slides the shorts off of me, keeping my bottom only covered in my soaked panties.

a smirk creeps up on nico’s face, swiping a stripe up my aching slit. “shit baby, so soaked for me already?”

i can only comprehend enough to let out a soft groan in response. he starts to rub tight circles, against my clothed clit, watching me as my chest starts to softly heave. nico presses down harder, my feet stomp down deep into the mattress, toes staring to curl.

my walls continue to clench around nothing, craving for something to fill me up as nico continues his teasingly slow actions. his hot breath fans against my pussy, the sides of his head almost squeezed by my thighs as i force my hips closer to him. a smile crosses his face once again, forcing my hips back down with his large hands, his pressure on my clit disappearing.

“gotta be patient now, pretty girl.” he hooks two fingers on each sides of my panties, pulling them down my smoothed legs to throw them along with my shorts on the floor. the only thing covering my body is my bra, leaving my breasts to almost pool out of them for nico’s eyes. “such a pretty little pussy.” he praises, pressing a soft kiss against my clit.

he adds another one before kitty licking my sensitive bud, tongue swirling around it before venturing back down. his tongue slips into my wet folds, flicking his tongue to hit the spots he knows i like most. my back arches softly off of the mattress, hips bucking up to get more of his long tongue.

nico's hands grip harder at my hips, pressing the bone to force them to stay stuck on the mattress. i force myself to crawl up on my elbows, looking down at nico, watching as he starts to slurp on my pussy. his one hand moves from my hip to my thigh, gripping harsher at my skin, finger tips pressing so hard they start to turn white.

he moves his hand off of my thighs before smacking them back onto my plushy skin. a shocked whimper comes out of my mouth, nico's eyes search mine, looking for anything telling him that it hurt you. but in all honesty, it turns you on even more. the harsh red hand print that he soothes by rolling the flesh in his palm.

nico knows to continue his work with his tongue when you thrust you hips back onto his tongue, needing more of him as he'd once slowed down his actions.

curses mumble out of my mouth, jaw clenching and hips buckling. “oh shit.” my hands move from the balls of covers in them to his hair, combing his long brown hair back before tugging on it softly.

my hips start to move again mindlessly, my insides begging for more than nico is giving me. “you have to be a good girl and stay still now. i want to taste you.” he hums against my pussy, my walls vibrating with the vibration of his voice.

i can feel the familiar buckling of my stomach, a knot tightening so hard I feel like I could break any second. my breaths get shorter and quicker, chest heaving up and down as my fingers tug harder at nico's hair, egging him on further.

he knows that i'm close to finishing, teasing me by slowing down his actions to a painfully gentle pace. my mind goes hazy, mad at nico for teasing me when i'm so close to coming undone, but also praising him for making me feel this way. thighs squeezing his face closer to my begging core.

this time, nico backs away from me completely, looking up at me with a cocky smile. "what did i say?" he asks, his big brown eyes burning holes into mine as i clench my jaw. i'm so close to my orgasm and now nico is wanting to play with me.

all my pride is easily stripped away from me as i find myself pathetically begging once again. "i'll stay still, i promise. i need you.. shit." my breath hitches as i hold onto my orgasm that's almost in my grasp.

nico almost laughs at my embarrassingly pitiful pleads, putting his face where it once was, sliding his tongue into my clenching hole while he places his thumb on my clit. he moves his thumb in quick and tight circles, now determined to make me orgasm above him.

my head rolls back by the refound pleasure, muscles tensing up as moans release from my mouth once again. my eyes screw shut, squeezing them harshly as i can feel my orgasm seconds away. though i don't look at him, i can feel nico's harsh gaze on me, staring determinedly up at me.

i open my mouth more to speak, but noting can come out except for moans and quiet whimpers. nico nods against me, "i know." he whispers against me, with his words i feel myself coming undone. my muscles tightening before completely relaxing, my mind blurry and sight darkened when i finally open my eyes.

he helps me ride my thigh, keeping the same pace before gradually slowing down. he unlatches his mouth from my aching folds, leaving his thumb to draw lazy circles around my clit. my liquids leak down nico's chin, coating the soft stubble that covers his jaw.

crawling back up my body, he places a soft kiss on my breasts that overflow from my bra, before working up to my face. "you did so good baby. taste so good." he whispers in my ear, hot breath fanning my neck.

nico's lips aggressively press onto mine, the faint taste of myself lingering between our heated and passionate kiss. his tongue sliding into my mouth, hands harshly gripping at my hips once again.

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- a giver through and through. would spend hours down there if you allowed him to. he would definitely be whimpering and making noises too

- would love to fuck you, cum inside of you, and then fuck the cum back in…

- loves boobs and ass equally

- LOVES when you ride him and when you get too tired and worked up to move anymore so he grabs your hips and fucks up into you

- we all know nico looks and seems so sweet but I do think he has a rough side to him

- that rough side includes throat fucking for sure. but he has to be really worked up for that

- he loves to finger you. especially when you two are just watching a movie or relaxing

- he’s just obsessed with how needy and worked up he can make you by simply using his fingers

- always mumbling and moaning in your ear or under his breath in Swiss German and it’s SO hot

- I feel like he would wanna fuck you outdoors in Switzerland at least once

- loves pulling your hair

- thigh. riding.

- he’s so so so sweet and loves to make love to you. loves to thoroughly feel you and experience you

- when he eats you out he looks up at you with those big, brown deer eyes because he knows it makes you go crazy

- after a bad game or during a rough patch he would definitely just wanna pound into you and destroy you

- I could see him teasingly edging you and/or over stimulating you

- he just loves seeing you squirm

- chain. swinging. in. your. face.

- loves when you kiss/suck/lick around his arm tattoo… it actually makes him go insane

- definitely has a cap kink at times. wants to fuck you while you wear his jersey with the C displayed on the corner above the devils logo

- loves when you ask him permission to cum

- such a good kisser

- I feel like he’s just so focused on your pleasure

- he can go many many rounds

- but the aftercare is always amazing and sweet and soft. he pays so much attention to aftercare

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౨ৎ n.sfw abc’s with our fav hab

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˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( thank you for requesting nonnie !!! I’ve never done something like this before so I hope you guys enjoy . . . I’m missing a few letters (h & x) simply because I’m not comfortable answering them. Please don’t be a silent reader !!!! )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( this is for my bestie @lovings4turn for her b-day !!! Happy birthday lovely I hope you have an amazing day 💋 )

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﹕─┈ 𝜗 A 𝜚 + Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

I can see Juraj being a little clueless with aftercare at first, not in a bad way, he's just not that experienced. He catches on quick though! He gets you some cold water and offers to get you a snack, he brings a warm rag to clean you up if you're not ready to get out of bed yet. He’ll help you into the bathroom, starting the shower or running you a bath while you use the bathroom. He’ll help you wash up in the shower/bath, whispering praises into your ear.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 B 𝜚 + Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Juraj's favorite body part of himself is his arms, for many reasons !!! He likes knowing that you're safe in them, that his strong arms can move you around and hold you close. He loves how you hold onto his arm in crowds, He loves the feeling of your fingers digging into his arms as he fucks you.

On you . . . now that is more difficult to answer, he loves everything about you. But if he had to pick he would say your neck. I can see Juraj having a slight obsession with his girlfriend's neck, he loves leaving kisses there or hiding his face in your neck, leaving soft kisses. He loves seeing the necklaces he gets you decorating your neck so prettily. He loves how pretty your neck looks with his hand wrapped around it and the sweet sounds that leave your lips when he squeezes it . . .

﹕─┈ 𝜗 C 𝜚 + Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He prefers cumming inside, but he honestly doesn't mind, whatever you are the most comfortable with. But his favorite is definitely inside, a close second is your boobs. There's just something about the sight of seeing his cum drip out of you or how it looks decorating your boobs. I honestly see juraj having a big breeding kink too tbh.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 D 𝜚 + Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

okay . . . hear me out !!! I see Juraj having an obsession with his girlfriend's panties. Whether it is buying you tons of new pairs, watching you model them off for him, ripping them off of you and promising to buy you more . . . sneakily taking your panties out of the laundry to jerk off with. It's all of the above with him

﹕─┈ 𝜗 E 𝜚 + Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

I don't think Juraj would be too experienced when he started dating you . . . but he knows what he's doing if that makes sense. He's definitely had a lot of firsts with you, the both of you enjoying learning what each other likes.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 F 𝜚 + Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has two favorites, missionary and cowgirl. He likes missionary because he likes how close the two of you can get, that he can see the pleasure in your face, and it's an easier position for him to have his hand wrapped around your throat. He likes cowgirl because he likes how confident you look on top of him, and how you sound when you beg him to help when your legs start to ache . . . your boobs bouncing in his face is a big factor too !!!

﹕─┈ 𝜗 G 𝜚 + Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I honestly don't see Juraj being goofy during sex, he's pretty serious. Maybe once in a while he’ll make a teasing joke that makes you giggle but he's not really focused on making you laugh. He loves the sound of your laugh, but he’d rather hear your moans instead during sex.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 I 𝜚 + Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Juraj is very intimate with you, very sweet and gentle (only being rough when you want him to be) , always praising you and treating you with so much love and respect. He's so loving and romantic. He always leaves kisses all over your body as he softly caresses it, making sure every inch of your body gets the love and attention it deserves. Holding your hand and kissing your wrists.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 J 𝜚 + Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Juraj only jerks off for a few reasons, when he's away from you for hockey or other reasons, or when you're not in the mood . . . which is rare since you both have a very similar libido. So he only really jerks off when he's away, usually on call with you or looking at some pictures of you.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 K 𝜚 + Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Juraj enjoys choking you, not too hard, just some pressure on your neck. He also loves dirty talk, he can say some of the most filthy things . . . and it drives you crazy with how good he sounds with his accent. Sometimes he cant control himself and will start dirty talking in slovak.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 L 𝜚 + Location (favorite places to do the do)

He hates the idea of someone seeing you or catching you in such a vulnerable position, so it is usually in a private place. In a bed or on a couch . . . but he does have a weakness for you riding him in the backseat of his car. He likes to keep your guy's sex life pretty private, but he's not afraid to slip his hand into your panties under the table, or get you off in a bathroom when there's others around. Just as long as you're quiet ofc . . .

﹕─┈ 𝜗 M 𝜚 + Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Your body, the way you look at him, the way you speak, when you kiss, you wearing necklaces that he's bought you. Literally anything that you do. Your the sole reason on why he wants to fuck all the time.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 N 𝜚 + No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He would never hurt you or degrade you in any way. He likes to slap your ass sometimes, choke you, bite your thighs when he's eating you out. But nothing that would actually hurt you. If you do ever get any bruises he’ll make sure he will kiss them all. And he would never do anything you are uncomfortable with.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 O 𝜚 + Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's obsessed with giving and I won't be told otherwise !!! LIke if he could he would live between your thighs, he loves the feeling of control it gives him and it makes him feel good knowing that he's making you feel so good, he's also just really obsessed with your taste. He won't stop until you're begging him too as your thighs tremble n shake in overstimulation. The pretty sounds leaving your lips just makes him want to keep going.

Juraj loves watching you give him head, he loves how eager and needy you are to make him feel good. He loves when you look up at him through your eyelashes or how you have to use your hands because you can't handle his full length. The feeling of you digging your fingers into his thighs drives him crazy, and don't get him started on how obsessed he is with hearing you gag and choke on him.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 P 𝜚 + Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It really depends on the mood you two are in. He loves being able to fuck you fast and rough, enjoying the pleasure from the passionate sex, a lot of times that being the mood after a good or bad game, your body covered in hickeys. He loves seeing you fall apart. But he also loves being able to take his time with you, holding you close, whispering praises in your ear, holding your hand. Just really focused on making you feel good.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 Q 𝜚 + Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You both love them but I see juraj initiating them more !!! Mostly because of your schedules not always matching. Juraj prefers to take his time with you and not rush, but sometimes he can't control himself around you . . . he's quite impatient. A lot of times it's before practices or before games. After he always kisses your forehead and promises to take his time making you feel good later when he gets back.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 R 𝜚 + Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

It really depends on the mood, sometimes he gets a little cocky and likes teasing you in public . . . but he also hates the thought of someone seeing you like that. So he would never take it too far and would never do anything that would actually get the two of you caught. He loves the thrill but would never do something that would make you uncomfortable. He's not afraid of slipping his fingers into your panties, under a table or a blanket or have a little fun in a bathroom. But nothing too risky.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 S 𝜚 + Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Juraj has great stamina, he's an athlete after all. Out of the two of you, you find yourself tiring out before him. He’d never push you too far, but he likes knowing he could fuck you until your legs are shaking and your a moaning and whimpering mess. Sometimes he has to remind himself you can't last as long as he can . . . but he just can't get enough of you.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 T 𝜚 + Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Juraj has gotten you a few toys, buying them for you so could make yourself feel good when he's away. At first he wasn't really happy with the idea of something else making you cum, but then he saw how pretty you looked coming undone with your vibrator . . . his opinion changed after that. Sometimes he’ll use them on you but it's not often, he likes getting you off without help.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 U 𝜚 + Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves teasing you !!! He loves it when you beg for him or the eyes you give him. Oh the way you look at him as you beg him to stop teasing you makes his head spin . . .

﹕─┈ 𝜗 V 𝜚 + Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he's definitely a grunter, and he loves moaning breathily in your ear. He's more louder and whiney when you give him head . . . he's such a headpusher omg. I feel like the more needy he is the louder he gets. He loves the sound of your moans so he would try to keep his quiet so he could hear you better . . . but sometimes he just can't hold them in.

﹕─┈ 𝜗 W 𝜚 + Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I see Juraj being the dominant one in the bedroom, but I also think he would really like it if you took control once in a while. You would notice how much he liked it before he would, you would surprise him one night by taking control and he would completely fall apart under your touch and gaze. He loves having his hand wrapped around your neck and he definitely wouldn't mind having your hand wrapped around his. He gives off such switch vibes . . .

﹕─┈ 𝜗 Y 𝜚 + Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It's so high !!! He's always wanting you, like everything you do turns him on. He can't keep his hands off you. That's where the quickies come in !!!

﹕─┈ 𝜗 Z 𝜚 + Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No matter how tired he is, the aftercare is going to be great, his priority is making sure you're okay and comfortable. After he makes sure you're all okay he’ll fall asleep relatively fast cuddled up to you, or if the two of you are in a more talkative mood after, the two of you fall asleep talking, neither of you remembering who fell asleep first.

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