#Hockey song

[myimaginaryradio]

Hit Someday - Warren Zevon - 2002

[cryinginthedeep]

and you taught me a lot stretched and wrung and tossed i'm sorry we got lost

matthew tkachuk & johnny gaudreau x "paths" by niki

[rattkachuk]

a hidden gem, my own goldmine you had the wide and wild eyes

mattdrai final, you'll live forever in my heart <3 - huge thank you to @confusedhockeyslut for screen recording and sharing so many of the scf moments!!

[aliaology]

YOU ARE IN LOVE

summary: reader slowly starts to realize that her best friend, luke hughes, has been in love with her for forever. she also comes to terms, knowing that she is in love with him too.

pairings: luke hughes x fem! reader

warnings: jealousy, fluff, underage drinking

BASED ON the song “you are in love” by taylor swift!

it started at a party. the dark room, the only light being the flashing ones from another room. you stood in the kitchen, grabbing another drink. luke was your d.d. tonight, but where was he? your eyes scanned the room, landing on him. he leaned against a wall, talking to a friend of both of you, ethan edwards.

luke’s eyes make their way to you. this was the first clue. his eyes held a look. one of yearning, one of adoration, one of lust. you look away, before glancing back. his eyes were back on ethan. no, no, no. do it again. i need to see it again. you thought.

you made the unilateral decision and walked over to the two boys, “what you guys talkin’ about?” you spoke, slightly loud due to the music from the room next door.

“just about how lukey here has you help you button up your coats.” ethan laughed.

you rolled your eyes in embarrassment. “cant keep things to yourself, can you?” you took a sip from your drink, grumbling.

luke laughs, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “you’re my favorite thing to talk about, gotta come up with more stuff.”

ethan let out an inward groan. “literally— all he talks about is you.”

it was a good thing the room was dark as you felt your face heat up.

driving with luke was normally fun, unless he was going so slow. he kept pointing out things as he drove the dark and very much calm roads. you held a warm cup of coffee in your hands, still tired from just waking up.

“i promise me waking you up will be worth it.” he told. you turn to look at him. “i found this area with a really pretty view and wanted to show you, i just didn’t expect to get back so late.” he added.

you chuckle. “its okay, lu, but if you keeping driving this slow, i think i might lose my mind.” you watched as he grinned.

he sped up and it didn’t take long to get there. it was at a park. he grabbed a blanket from his backseat and got out of the car. he rushed to your side and opened the door for you.

you smiled at him as he closed the door and then threw an arm around you. he walked you to the middle of the field, letting go of you to place the blanket down. he stood back up, shoulder brushing with yours. he looked over to you, the chain dangling on your neck caught his eye.

the moonlight reflected on it. it was the chain he got you. one that had a small pendent in the middle that had ‘you deserve to be loved’ engraved on the back.

he tore his eyes away from the necklace and looked at you instead who had been looking around at the trees. “look up” he said.

you looked at him and then at the sky, lips parting in disbelief as your eyes made contact with the millions of stars shining brightly. your apartment made it hard to see this stuff, with the lights all around and the light pollution, it was hard.

as you gazed at the stars in wonder, luke gazed at you with love. a small smile adorned his face as his eyes scanned yours. his eyes watched as the stars were shining bright, reflecting in your eyes. he trailed his gaze down to your nose, then your cheeks, and then your lips.

he wanted to kiss you. but he didn’t. he wished he did.

sunday mornings in the small hughes apartment was chaotic. living three doors down meant you practically lived with luke and one of his brothers, jack. you sat on the island, hiding your face in your hands as you laughed.

jack was currently scolding luke, who had somehow burnt the toast he was supposed to make. “how the hell do you burn toast, this fucking bad?” jack exclaimed.

you put your head in the shirt you wore, which was lukes. you used the fabric and your hand to muffle the giggles that were falling from your lips.

“im sorry! jesus ill remake it!” luke spoke.

“no!” jack said. “ill do it” he groaned.

the older boy then turned, looking at the girl who sat on the counter. “how the hell did you not smell this shit? either of you? and why didn’t you help?”

“shes just sitting pretty in my shirt.” luke scoffed, not listening to his brother and grabbing more bread out.

“shut up” you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “im sick— i cant smell anything.”

jack let out a small comical shriek. “get out! why are you here if you’re sick, we have hockey, dont get us sick.” he exclaimed. you rolled your eyes at jack’s behavior.

you hopped off the counter, making your way slowly to him. “come here jacky… its just a small cold” you cough to add a dramatic effect and soon, hes running. you laugh as you chase after him.

jack runs past luke, you go to do the same, but luke sticks his arm out and lifts you up. your laughter floods the apartment as luke presses your body against his, trapping you.

unfortunately, you missed the way he looked at you. missed the way jack looked at you both. and missed the way he really wanted to kiss you.

you liked parties, when they weren’t cut short. you grabbed a drink from the kitchen and made your way to the living room where everyone seemed to be. you pushed your way through the crowd until a man stopped you. he was roughly your age, maybe jack’s age.

he asked you to dance with him, which you did. you laughed as you two danced, not noticing the glare luke gave him from afar. the taller boy leaned against the wall with jack next to him. his hand tightened around the cup he held as his jaw clenched.

he shoved the cup in jack’s chest and moved towards you. he pushed through the crowd until he finally got over to you. “we have to go” he spoke, grabbing your arm lightly.

“what?” you asked. “yo— man we were havin’ fun here!” the man behind you said.

“yeah? well she needs to leave. lets go (nickname).” luke pulled you gently, making his way out of the house. as you both made your way out and neared the street, you removed yourself from his grip.

“what the fuck was that, luke? we’ve been here like an hour, there is no way we need to leave yet.” you scoff.

“we do— its getting late.” he replied, still walking.

you scoffed again. “seriously? jesus christ luke, i was having fun!” you told.

“having fun rubbing your ass against him?” luke turned, looking at you with anger.

“why does it matter if i was?” you yelled. “its my fucking body, im not even drunk either! i dont get why you are so upse—“ you were cut off.

luke shut you up by grabbing you by your hips and crashing his lips against yours. your eyes widened before closing slowly. your hands made their way to his face, holding both sides as he held you close.

he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. he brought a hand up and held one that rested on his cheek.

“you’re my best friend.” he spoke. “but i want more. im so in love with you its not even funny. thats why we left, i can’t stand seeing you with anyone else.” he told.

your eyes scanned his face, looking for any indication of a lie. there wasn’t one. you smiled and pulled him back into you, your lips meeting his again.

he was in love.

you are in love.

true love.

she shoots, she scores!!!

[tojisun]

bear with me but uhm

we can’t be friends by ariana grande is so. like. best friend reader x hockey player/best friend! gaz during their collegiate years

just the overflowing pining and the “he can’t possibly like me…” moments with your friends while you all stay up late at night, trying to study for your midterms.

and your friends tell you—because they know—that no, you’re totally wrong because kyle absolutely can—because he does—like you. but your doubts continue to bloat, and how could they not build when kyle’s being scouted for the damn junior leagues, and he’s soaring heights you can’t reach because you’re stuck here, left behind, and you just.

you love him so much.

he is everything good in your life. everything that is beautiful.

he fills you up with so much joy and love, and he is so gentle and careful and tender, but also so full of silliness and boyish charm as he pranks you and fucks with your brother, tugging you two out of your slumps—for separate reasons—and is so patient when your minds continue to fight back.

kyle tucks himself beside you when it’s off-seasons, helping you with the courses that you find the hardest. he is so warm beside you on those days, and you burn from within because the words you want to say tickle the back of your throat, building, almost spilling, until—

“i got drafted for the juniors!” he yells, laughing, hoisting you up in his arms, deaf to your shrieks.

and.

and time pauses, it stills, because kyle is taking off, leaving you.

“holy shit,” you say, giddy despite the cold dread of your loneliness creeping down from the base of your neck to the plane of your spine. “holy shit, kyle, that’s so- i’m so-”

his eyes are bright, warm, full of unbridled joy, and his cheeks are round in his smile.

you breathe in, forcing the dread out of your chest because— “i’m so proud of you, kyle,” you say, and you mean it.

despite the fear and the anxiety of being separated from him, you truly are so, so proud of him.

he hugs you close and you pretend that the tremors overtaking your body is because of your excitement.

[clouvu]

*wheezes* Okay so Hear Me Out-

[hongjoongspoetry]

Cold Hands, Warm Heart Masterpost

⛸️ Summary: You and Mingi have been at each other's neck for the past year. The latter finds big enjoyment in spurring you on while you just want to make it to graduating without being charged with murder. Things take an interesting turn when your crush and fellow figure skater shows interest in you resulting in a fistfight, two love confessions and multiple heartbreaks.

⛸️ Pairing(s): Hockey Player!Mingi x Figure Skater!Reader, Figure Skater!Hyunjin x Figure Skater!Reader

⛸️ Genres/Tropes: College AU, non-idol AU, rivals to lovers but it's more like one-sided resentment, hockey AU, figure skating AU, angst, fluff, smut

⛸️ Warnings/Tags: female reader, no use of (Y/N), explicit language, alcohol consumption, chaotic friendship, a lot of side characters, party scenes, arguments, mature content, more tags are to come with each chapter so read those carefully!

⛸️ Current wordcount: 58.2K

⛸️ Author's note: Ignore the fact that this was supposed to be an oneshot and not a mini-series. Anyhow, I'm really proud of this work as it is something I've been writing for a really long time (since October 2023) but I'm also very nervous to share it with you guys, so if you like (or dislike) it, please, do tell me! The parts are all around 13-16K words, except for the finale, which I still haven't started writing 😭

I also want to say a big thank you to @zchnlswrld for beta reading and giving me love and encouragement through the journey! You’re very much appreciated 🩷

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This is all fiction and not meant to represent any idols involved in any way or form. This work is not for minors as it contains explicit scenes, not just sexual content but descriptions of both physical and verbal fights, and adult language. Minors, please refrain from reading or interacting with this work!!!

01. I’M JUST DREAMING OF TEARIN’ YOU APART

02. THE AUTUMN WITHIN ME IS GRIEVING

03. YOU KNOW YOU'RE ON MY MIND

04. KNOW IT'S FOR THE BETTER

05. BE STILL MY FOOLISH HEART (TBD)

© HONGJOONGSART 2024 - All rights reserved. Copying, editing, reposting or translating my work is not allowed

[simmyfrobby]

I will not be great / but I'm grateful to get through / the feeling came late / I'm still glad I met you

[sassthatsarcasm]

hey, don’t write yourself off yet

[damnprecious]

the dj playing cha cha cha during a break in the finland-sweden ice hockey world championships game sure makes me feel things

[mamaestapa]

Cherry Flavoured|| Mark Estapa x reader

• pairing: Mark Estapa x reader

• summary: Teasing all night and your cherry flavoured lip gloss sends Mark over the edge, taking him to the next level

• warnings: SMUT, public sex, unprotected p in v sex, fingering, lots of teasing, suggestive language, mentions of frosting on body parts, quickies, bathroom sex, i think that’s all-

“Y/n!” Mark called from the bottom of the stairs, “you almost ready babe?”

“Coming!” You yelled from Marks room upstairs, holding onto your black heels as you made your way down the steps of the hockey house. Mark's brown eyes lit up as he watched you from the bottom of the stairs. You looked absolutely gorgeous.

You always looked gorgeous though in Marks eyes. However, the satin, spaghetti strap navy blue dress that adorned your body and accented your curves nicely made you look divine.

“Wow, look at you…” Mark trailed off as he snaked his hands around your waist. “You like it?” you asked with a sly grin as you got up on your tip toes and threw your arms around your boyfriends neck.

Mark wet his lips as his eyes settled on yours, “I love it. You look beautiful, Y/n.”

You let your freshly manicured hands rest on his broad shoulders as the two of you leaned in to share a passionate kiss. Sharing kisses like these with Mark never gets old. You could keep your lips locked with his forever.

Mark pulled away from you and you started to massage his shoulder, gently digging your fingers into the muscles of his back. Mark closed his eyes and hummed blissfully as you worked at his sore muscles. Hockey had been taking a toll on Marks body the last couple of weeks. Strenuous team workouts, long and rough practices, and stressful games had Mark's body and mind tense and aching. You continued to dig your thumbs into the tight knots in his shoulders. You knew this little massage helped ease the ache in his muscles, but you also knew it made a different type of ache grow more and more. With Mark being so busy during the day with classes, practices and workouts, he’s usually exhausted by the time gets back to the house to shower and get a nice warm meal in his belly. Since the two of you don't live together, it’s been a while since you've shared an intimate moment.

You moved your hands away from Marks back muscles, bringing your delicate touch to his biceps which have grown significantly in the last couple of months. You gently squeezed the tight, bulging muscle before bringing your hands up to his broad chest. You let your hand rest on his sternum as you looked into his soft brown eyes.

“What time do we have to be at the banquet?” You asked. Mark glanced at the watch on his left wrist, “Well," he said sighing softly, "it's about twenty minutes off campus, so we should probably leave right now.”

You let out a small sigh as you took your hands away from your boyfriends chest.

“You ready?” He asked, to which you responded with a soft smile and nod of your head. Mark pecked your cheek before he took his hands off of your waist and walked away from you.

“I have to grab my jacket," Mark announced, "then we can head out.” He went off to the laundry room to retrieve his navy suit jacket that matched nicely with his white dress shirt and navy dress pants. It also matched your dress perfectly. When Mark appeared once again in the entry way of his house he shared with some of his teammates, he wrapped an arm around your waist and led you out of the house to his car that was parked outside along the street.

Today was the hockey teams annual banquet. The regular season was coming to an end and instead of waiting until after playoffs and post-season, the coaches decided to hold the banquet just before the season ended. Every year, the boys were encouraged to bring guests. Mark has been bringing you since Freshman year when the two of you just started dating. You've always enjoyed going to the banquets with Mark. Not only was it a fun night with the team, but it also gave you an excuse to dress up and see your boyfriend in a suit.

The drive to the location where the banquet was being held was calm and quiet. Mark had a hand placed on your bare thigh where the slit of dress started. His fingers occasionally brushed against your soft skin as his fingers on the steering wheel tapped along to the beat of some country song playing lowly in the background. Thankfully, the drive to the banquet wasn't too far outside of Ann Arbor. You and Mark arrived about ten minutes before the event was supposed to begin. The two of you found your seats next to Ethan, Rutger and his girlfriend Kayleigh, Luca, and Dylan.

Mark pulled your chair out for you and as you sat down you thanked him softly. He smoothed his suit jacket and buttoned it in the middle as he sat down. He nodded at his teammates, giving them each a small "hey".

“Hey Papa Estapa,” Rutger smirked playfully as he stood up and gave Mark their signature "bro hug". The two hockey players slapped each others backs before pulling away and sitting back down. You playfully rolled your eyes at the greeting. Kayleigh did the same before reaching out and giving your arm a gentle squeeze as she said hello. You said your hellos to the others sitting at the table, playfully complimenting everyone on how nice they looked out of all their hockey gear.

“Thanks Y/n/n,” Ethan said with a smile gesturing to the boy beside you, “Marky here cleans up nicely though doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, he does.”

You turned to look at Mark, who was eyeing you with a soft smirk pulling at his lips. You felt the butterflies swarm and the warmth pool in your lower belly under your boyfriend’s gaze.

“Well I’m starving,” Luca said, breaking the silence and moment between you and Mark. “You guys want to go get some food?”

All of the boys cheered excitedly at the mention of food. You got ready to stand up, but Mark gently pushed you back down by your shoulders.

He shook his head, “I’ll get something for you, babe. What do you want?” You smiled, “Thanks, I’m not picky, just get me whatever you’re having.”Mark nodded, smiling softly before placing a kiss to your temple.

“Easy enough. We’ll be right back.”

Everyone got back to the table at the same time, laughing hysterically about something Rutger said while Kayleigh looked at you and mouthed “help me”. The two of you shared a laugh as Mark sat a plate down in front of you. He had gotten both of you an assortment of appetizers and the chicken entree. You thanked Mark, and enjoyed your meal with your boyfriend and friends. As you all ate, the banquet started. Coaches gave speeches, players received awards, it was a nice time seeing everyone together and enjoying the team’s success.

Waiters came around to all of the tables, clearing plates and handing out flutes full of bubbly champagne. Mark thanked the waiter and grabbed two glasses, one for him and one for you.

“I thought you didn’t like champagne?” You asked, taking a sip of the bubbly. Mark shrugged, “It’s alright. Thought I would at least drink one with you.”

You hummed in amusement as you sat the flute back down on the table. You watched as Mark finished off his champagne. A bit of the bubbly liquid dripping down his chin. Your breath hitched as you watched Mark lick the liquid from his lips, his eyes never leaving yours. He put the glass down on the table and slowly took his gaze away from yours. He knew what he was doing to you.

Some time had passed and the two of you were engaged in conversation with Rutger and Kayleigh. As you were talking about your spring break plans, you felt Mark place his hand on your thigh, slowly bringing it up to the hem of your dress slit. His long fingers toyed with the satin material before they found their way under your dress. You glanced over at Mark, seeing him nod along to what Kayleigh was saying. He wasn’t even fazed by his actions. You brought your gaze back to Kayleigh, giving her a small smile.

They can’t get suspicious.

You gasped lightly as you felt Marks fingers sneak past the side of your lace panties and begin playing with your sensitive clit. Your hand gripped the table as he stuck two of his fingers into the slick entrance of your soaked core. His thumb still teasing your clit as he rhythmically pumped his fingers in out of you.

“So Y/n, you and Mark going anywhere?”

Mark added another finger and picked up the pace, rubbing his thumb against the sensitive bud even faster. Your legs began to twitch at his teasing motions. You brought a hand up to your mouth, muffling the soft whimper that escaped from your lips.

“You OK?” Mark asked, giving you a concerned look. You looked at him with wide eyes. How he could act completely normal as if he wasn’t giving you an orgasm under the table was appalling to you.

You pulled your hand away from your mouth, giving your boyfriend a tight lipped smile, “I’m fine.” you breathed out, closing your eyes as you felt your walls tighten around Marks fingers.

You were so close.

“We’re actually going to-uh,” You cleared your throat, trying to hold back your moans of pleasure as you spoke. Mark stopped rubbing your clit and you used your free hand to pull his hand out of your dress. Your juices covered his fingers as he pulled them out of you.

“Miami with Ethan and a couple other friends.” You finished with a tight smile. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mark nod in agreement to what you were saying.

Your core was aching, wanting more than just his skilled hands to bring you to your climax. Mark looked at you with a smirk as you grimaced slightly from the arousal between your thighs. The other guys at the table had gone off to talk to some other teammates and coaches, while Rutger and Kayleigh went off to find the dessert table.

Once the couple was far enough away from the table, Mark brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. He did it in such a smooth manner that no one would even be suspicious.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” You said lowly, looking at Mark with wide eyes. “What?” he pulled his index finger out of his mouth with a pop, “fingered you under the table or didn’t let you finish?” He asked smugly.

You shook your head and looked away from him. You couldn’t believe him right now. Weeks of not having any intimate interaction and Mark chooses his hockey banquet to get frisky with you.

You knew you needed to tease him the way he teased you.

You looked around the room full of tables and bantering hockey players, trying to think of the perfect way to tease your boyfriend. It suddenly hit you when your eyes landed on the dessert table that Rutger and Kayleigh had just walked away from. A sly smile made its way onto your face as you gazed at the cupcakes sitting on the table.

You got up from your chair and flattened out your navy dress, glancing at Mark, “I’ll be right back.”

You grabbed a plate and picked up a vanilla cupcake. A large helping of Yellow buttercream frosting was perfectly piped onto the cupcake and finished off with just a hint of navy blue sprinkles. Perfect. You thought as you looked at the cupcake.

Satisfied with your choice, you walked back over to the table and greeted Mark with a sultry smile. You sat back down in your seat and carefully unwrapped the cupcake. You placed the wrapper down on the plate and carefully picked the cupcake up. Mark watched with lust filled eyes as you brought your finger up to the yellow frosting, swiping the side of the frosting so a generous amount was on the tip of your finger. You eyed him as you brought your frosting covered finger up to your mouth. You put your finger in your mouth, licking the sugary substance off the tip. You made a show of going back for more.

“Mmm,” you moaned out, “so good.”

You brought the cupcake up to your mouth, licking a stripe all the way around the white frosting. You smirked in amusement as you noticed Marks jaw clench at your teasing actions. As you licked the frosting you made sure to keep your eyes locked with Marks the entire time. The unbroken eye contact only adding to the built up arousal you both were feeling. You finished teasing Mark with the frosting and decided to actually eat your cupcake. After you finished the sweet treat, you wiped your mouth clean of any crumbs.

It was after you wiped your lips that you decided to reapply your lip gloss. You reached into your purse and pulled out your cherry flavoured lip gloss, eyeing Mark as you slowly applied the gloss to your lips.

That’s when he had had enough with the teasing.

"Meet me in the bathroom..." Mark whispered in your ear, breath hot on your neck making you shiver.

Mark pulled his head away from yours and straightened his Navy suit jacket. You watched as he walked off to the bathroom. His strides were so casual, acting as if he wasn't about to rock your world in a matter of minutes. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you saw the door to the one stall bathroom open and close. You glanced around your surroundings, making sure nobody would catch you head off to the bathroom moments after Mark did. Many of the guys were either too busy being engaged in conversation or getting their third helping of food, so they wouldn't even take a second glance if they saw you walk past them and head to the bathroom after your lover.

You stood from the table and readjusted the navy material of your dress before you headed towards the bathroom. You reached for the door handle, swinging the bathroom door open. Before you had any time to react, Mark crashed his lips onto yours, feverishly kissing you. His tongue swirled over your lips, your cherry flavoured gloss filling his taste buds. You fell into the kiss, his strong arms supporting your body as he reached out to the lock the bathroom door. His lips moved against yours with a sense of urgency. You pulled away from Mark, already out of breath from the couple harsh kisses.

"We have to be quick," you breathed out, already sliding your panties off of your legs as you spoke, "don't want anyone to be suspicious of us."

“Yes ma'am." Mark hummed, his lips were on yours again as he took off his suit jacket, throwing it aside to the floor. Your lips connected as Mark pushed you against the sink counter.

“Jump," he said huskily against your lips. You followed his instruction so as , sitting against the bathroom counter. Mark began to kiss down your neck, sucking the delicate skin and being sure to leave deep red marks along the sides of your neck and collarbone. As his head moved down to your chest you let your hands fall to his hair, gripping and tugging the slightly grown out ends.

Mark pulled the spaghetti straps of your dress down slightly, just enough to give him access to your bare breasts. He began to kiss the swollen skin of your right breast, tongue swirling over your sensitive nipple before he put his mouth around it and started to suck at the sensitive bud. You bit your lip and moaned in pleasure as your hands tugged at his hair.

Mark always knew how to pleasure you. Whether it took two minutes or twenty, Mark never failed at pleasuring you in ways you didn't even know were possible.

After he was satisfied with pleasuring your sensitive nipples, Mark brought his face back up to yours, breath hot as he said, "I could really use some of that cupcake frosting right now." You cocked your head to the side, "And what would you do with it?"

Mark brought his face back down to your bare chest. "I would put some frosting here...and here..." he motioned to both of your breasts. "And then, I would do this," you gasped as his tongue swirled around your nipples once again.

Mark chuckled amusingly as he noticed you growing more and more aroused by his actions. "And then once I'm done there, I would put some right here." He rubbed a veiny hand down your tummy. He looked up at you with lust filled eyes, "And I'd lick it up until theres nothing left." You bit your lip at his description.

Too bad you're in a public bathroom and not at your apartment. You could really use that frosting right about now...

"Mark," you whimpered out, "I need you." Marks large hands ran down your torso, stopping when they reached your hips. He gave them a gentle squeeze before he pulled his hands off of them. Mark quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down his legs in one swift motion. His large cock was bulging out of his underwear as his erection grew from being out of the restraint of his tight pants. He pulled his undergarments down as you pulled your satin dress to one side, giving him full access to your dripping core through the slit of your dress.

Mark lined himself up with your entrance and thrusted himself into you. You threw your head back in pleasure as the tip of his cock repeatedly pushed up against your cervix. You straightened your neck as Mark leaned forward to kiss you hungrily as he urgently thrusted into you. It was obvious that you were both deprived of one another's touch and intimacy. Mark pumped himself deeper into you as his forehead rested against the crook of your neck.

"You feel so good Y/n," he panted, letting a groan slip out, "so good."

You moaned out in blissful pleasure as the speed of his thrusts picked up, "M-more, please." You practically whimpered out, "I'm so close Mark."

Mark always had you begging for more. He loved when endless whimpers and copious amounts of begging phrases came out of your cherry lips.

You felt your walls tighten around his cock as a familiar warmth pooled in your lower belly. "I'm- uh," you moaned incoherently, "gonna cum."

Mark brought a hand down to your core, rubbing his finger against your sensitive clit in order to make you cum harder and faster. You felt like you couldn't form words as Mark pleasured you. Your face contorted into one of pleasure as you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your release.

“That's it pretty girl," Mark praised, gritting his teeth as he too was growing close to his climax, "cum for me." One last thrust of his hips had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your legs shaking as your juices coated Marks cock when you came down from your high. You both were moaning messes as Mark thrusted a couple more times, he went to pull out when his orgasm grew close, but you stopped him

“Don't" you breathed out, putting your hand on his chest and stopping him, "do it inside of me, please. I wanna feel you Marky…all of you.“

That’s all Mark needed to hear before he too came, his hot cum filling you up and dripping from your folds as he pulled out of you. Both of your chests heaved as you recovered from your intense orgasms.

"That was amazing," you breathed out, letting your hands rest against Marks shoulders as he still stood between your legs. “We should do that again sometime."

Mark chuckled softly, backing away from you and grabbing a handful of paper towels so the two of you could clean yourselves off. He slyly grinned as he said, "We should, but with the frosting next time." You chuckled at his suggestion as you pushed yourself off of the counter, legs wobbly as you stood.

You wiped your soaked core and thighs clean of a mixture of yours and Mark’s cum, Mark doing the same with his manhood. You readjusted your dress straps and stood in front of the mirror, fixing your hair and straightening out your dress so that nobody would know you were busy getting your world rocked in the bathroom. Mark stood next to you, smoothing his messy dark blonde hair before he zipped his Navy pants. You turned to him and wrapped your arms around his body, the two of you leaning in to share a passionate kiss.

“Your cherry lips are gone.” Mark noted against your lips. You just chuckled as you continued to kiss him. He pulled away first and rested his forehead against yours. You smiled softly up at him, staring into those soft brown eyes you were obsessed with.

"We should go back out there." Mark said lowly. You nodded in agreement.

"You go first." he said, pushing you gently towards the bathroom door. You unlocked the door, swinging it open and walking out of the bathroom.

Thankfully, nobody seemed to be waiting on the occupied bathroom. You walked back over to the table you were sitting at earlier. As you got closer you saw Rutger and Kayleigh sitting in their chairs, laughing about something with one another. Kayleigh eyes lit up as she saw you come back to the table and sit down.

“There you are," she smiled sweetly, "we were wondering where you went."

You had to come up with a lie…or not, they didn't have to hear the whole truth.

“I was in the bathroom."

Rutger nodded, "I assumed. Where's Mark?"

Your breath hitched, "Oh he's-." You felt a hand press against your upper back. "Right here." Mark said with a small smile as he sat back down in his chair.

He let out a breath, "I was on my way to the dessert table, got caught up talking with coach and some of the guys."

You looked over at Mark, smiling softly at him as he placed a hand on your thigh. Something about him looked different though. You couldn’t quite figure out what it was though until your eyes widened and your heart dropped to your stomach.

Oh no.

Ethan was walking back to the table with Marks navy suit jacket in his hands.

You mentally cursed yourself as Ethan stood in front of you and Mark, his lips curling up in a smirk as he held the jacket up

"Any idea why this was on the bathroom floor?"

Mark shrugged, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red, "Oops." Was all he said as he took the jacket from his best friend.

You and Mark may have gotten caught, but it was totally worth it.

hi loves!!

this is my first time writing for mark🤭 i hope you loved this as much as i did. he needs more content on here, so if you have any blurb ideas or fic ideas please send them my way ;)

this will be the first of many fics posted this week. i’ll try to get one out every other day if i can! i’ll also be answering au asks every day/night too, so feel free to send those as well.

thank you so much for reading! your support and kind words mean the world. i love you all so much🤍

i hope all my umich babes and mark girlies loved this tehe

[couthbbg]

rusty: eldest daughter of the 90's

[suburbanbonfire]

this is not your loss this is your offering

(drawing of St. Patrice - you will be honored, you will be missed)

[foegoal]

i really want to stay at rogers place || a love letter to the 2023/2024 season.

[bluewxrld07]

Tate McRae Song Masterlist

Cut My Hair - Instagram AU

Cole Caufield and Ethan Edwards

Greedy

Jack Hughes

Run For The Hills

Joe Burrow

Hurt My Feelings

Ethan Edwards Pt. 2

Exes

Luke Hughes

We're Not Alike

Cole Caufield

Uh Oh

Ethan Edwards

She's All I Wanna Be - Instagram AU

Trevor Zegras

Slower

Joe Burrow

[mxqlss]

BETTY. — LH43

Sypnosis: In which, Luke realizes how he misses reader after cheating on her in August and now has to deal with trying to get you back.

Pairing: Luke Hughes x Reader (Song-wise: Betty)

jess’ song choice:

September of 2020.

Betty, I won't make assumptions About why you switched your homeroom, but I think it's cause of me

Luke sat in class, listening to the teacher speak until he noticed reader wasn't in the room. With that he raised his hand "Uhm, Miss where is Y/N?" he asked in confusion as to why she wasn't there.

"Ms. L/N has switched homeroom classes, she will no longer be in this class anymore," she said as Luke's eyes widened. He knew exactly why she switched classes after that, he knew he fucked up big time but he didn't think that she would switch classes because of it.

You heard the rumours from Inez You can't believe a word she says Most times, but this time, it was true

Everyone was whispering around her. Luke always wondered why, because every time they whispered to her they always pointed at him. Till he found out that everyone knew about what he did this summer.

He looked around him to which he found Y/N's eyes staring right at him, her eyes looking glassy and her lips trembling, once her eyes met Luke's she turned around and walked away.

Luke always tried to find a way to talk to her with no one else around them but everytime he would see her she would end up walking the opposite way from him, completely ignoring him at all costs.

But if I just showed up at your party Would you have me? Would you want me? Would you tell me to go fuck myself

Luke sat in his room in the middle of November with a box in front of him. A box he wanted to give her for her 17th birthday. It was filled with memories of them and her favourite things like candy and things they did together, along with a letter to her about how much he loved her.

He kept contimplating wether he should go or not, he wanted to go but he didn't think she would want him there after what he did. She kept ignoring him at school so why would he go? What would she say to him if he showed up at her doorstep? Tell him to go fuck himself? Would she want him there to begin with?

In the garden would you trust me If I told you it was just a summer thing? I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything But I know I miss you

Luke sat up from his bed and walked over to his shelf with memories and gifts from you that he kept as his trophies. In his head he kept asking himself why he did it when he was with her. As tears started to stream down his face he knew he fucked up big time and deep down he knows he misses her and loves y/n so much.

As Luke took deep breaths and wiped the tears off his face he yet again contemplated wether he should go or not, looking back at the gift he had for her. He wanted to go to her house so bad and just hug her and kiss her telling her how much he hated being away from her and how he hated what he did to you. He knew as a seventeen-year-old he didn't know what he was doing and for infact he knew nothing at all about how to love.

It affected him so bad that it interfered with his hockey. Making him mess up every game and practice, listening to his coaches yell at him not understanding how he went from becoming a great player to a messy and unorganized one, and even dealing with his brothers telling him how bad he's fucked up and how it affected him so bad he had to do something about it sooner.

Betty, I'm here on your doorstep And I planned it out for weeks now But it's finally sinkin' in

Luke stood there staring at the door in front of him. The door he would go to every few nights to take his girl to dinners and dates or even to hang out with her at her house. It finally sank in that he was there, holding her gift in hand as he rang the doorbell while loud music was playing in the house that you could hear it from outside.

It took him weeks to convince himself to go to her house, even if it meant for her to yell and scream at him to get out or go away and never contact her or approach her at all.

Betty, right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when You see my face again The only thing I wanna do Is make it up to you

As the door opened, his gaze caught hers. She was wearing one of his favourite dresses he had bought for her. In his favourite colour. She stared at him briefly, wondering why he had come to her door.

"Luke.. you showed up?.." she asked, tears starting to form in her eyes. He let out a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, uhm.. here's your birthday gift. Happy birthday, Y/N" he let out one of his smiles, making her heart break even more. As she examined his face, she noticed his features, all the baggy eyes and puffy bloodshot eyes.

Luke had done the same and noticed how her face looked like she had been crying for the past month not getting much sleep. It had both affected them like crazy. They had both missed each other's simple gestures they would do for each other.

Behind Y/N was a picture frame of both of them, sitting at the lake house one year. Jack had taken the picture and sent it to his mom and her mom where they had both printed the picture and had it in their houses.

"You still have the photo framed.." Luke smiled softly again, making Y/N nod and give one of the smallest smiles. "Yeah, It never left that spot," she said as she looked behind her and back at him, tears now running down her face

Yeah, I showed up at your party Will you have me? Will you love me? Will you kiss me on the porch In front of all your stupid friends?

Luke and Y/N were now on the porch with the door still wide open, tears streaming down their faces as they talked. Luke had wiped his tears before wiping hers leaving his hand resting on her cheek. Her hand held the hand on her cheek, melting into his soft touch.

They both kept on talking and comforting each other till Luke had to leave as he had practice in the morning. As his hand left her cheek, she began to feel lost without his touch and him to guide her like he always did, they were perfect but it's always the right person wrong time.

As he began to leave he just wanted to feel her lips against his one last time, would it always be the same kiss he dreamed of when he kissed her? He stood there facing away from her before turning to face her again, she stood there as she watched him leave. Watching the one she wanted to marry and be with for the rest of her life walk away.

If you kissed me, will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings? I'm only seventeen, I don't know anything But I know I miss you

"I hope you know, I miss you.."

"I miss you too, Lukey."

authors note!

I thought of this today and finished today.. which was kinda odd but it’s whatever! I hope you liked it since its my first time writing something like this instead of insta posts!

I have more works but im trying to perfect them so its good and not all choppy like this one! Overall I hope you liked this! If not, thats okay!

xoxo jess