#Timo Meier Fan Fiction

[ladylooch]

beard burn timooooo

A/N: I mean… Yeah, I'll be honest this is pretty slutty of me. Just pure filth. Hahahahaha. Also, it’s required to have a moment of silence for the loss of his playoff beard before you read this. I don’t make the rules 👀 yes I do.

Word Count: 924

Warnings: SMUT 18+ content

Inspo:

Your head knocks back into the bed as you feel your fifth orgasm beginning to grip your core. Timo’s face is buried deep in your folds, tongue stroking every last bit of pleasure out of you. It’s an off night in round 2 of the playoffs between game 2 and 3. Timo came home from North Carolina, thick and hard in his pants when he saw you waiting naked on the bed as his favorite distraction from a 0-2 deficit. But you haven’t even gotten to that part yet. He’s been devouring your flesh since he spread your knees an hour earlier.

“Babe…” You moan to him, tugging at his hair. You wince a bit as his sexy beard rubs against your sensitive skin. “Baby, I don’t think I can take anymore.” His playoff beard is coating his face. It’s fuller than it has ever been and what had felt amazing when he first put his face there, has now rubbed you raw.

“Be good and give me one more.” He pauses for a moment then lets his tongue slide from between his lips to excessively lap at your clit. “Look at me.” He says, licking his lips. You roll your head forward again, gasping each breath in and out, biting your bottom lip aggressively with each stroke of him against your sensitive bud. “One more, pretty girl.” He reminds you. He tightens his grip on your asscheeks, pulling you farther off the bed so he can feast deeper into your wet pussy. 

“Oh.” You moan loudly, not caring as the needy sound fills your room. Your mouth drops open, a string of different toned fucks dropping from it. “God, you’re so good to me, T. Between this and your cock, I’m spoiled.” You compliment him. He likes your dirty talk and your reward is two thick digits stuffing into your entrance. He curls them up, wiggling his tongue aggressively on your clit at the same time. You can’t help but grind into his face, apologizing about pushing against his broken nose.

“I don’t give a shit. Break it again.” He growls against your wet heat. Your eyebrows tug together, teeth gritting, as the first wave of this orgasm punches at you. He continues his tempo, fast fingers, faster tongue, as you buck your hips into his face, coming aggressively with a loud shriek. You close your eyes and collapse into the bed sheets, sobbing out as he finishes you off. He pulls back, face soaked, looking down at you spread open for him. You're used and raw beneath his happy gaze. He grins at you, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

“Now that is what I call a Hurricane.”

“Ohmygod.” You snort on your laugh, chest quaking at his corny joke. “You’re such a loser.”

“Hey.” He whines, stroking his hard length as he watches for the signs that you’ve recovered enough to go again. You feel his seeping tip at your entrance, ready to bring this all home. Your thighs quake as he pushes into your heat. He leans over you, placing his mouth on yours as he thrusts deep, shoving you up the bed. You taste him and you, swirling your tongue into his mouth. “Still a loser?” You nod your head to enrage him more and he trusts deep into you again, pressing into your stomach until you whine in both discomfort and pleasure. “Say you love me.” His lips curl into a smirk at the desire oozing from your eyes and mouth.

“I fucking love you… loser.” He sighs.

“And you were being such a good girl.” He grabs your chin aggressively, shoving his tongue into your mouth as his thrusts turn into aggressive pounds. His balls slap against your ass. You try to pull away to moan but he won’t let you, holding your face still. You run your hand down his back, digging your finger nails into his large ass cheeks. He groans at the pain, fucking you even faster. You both come together, moaning into each other’s mouthes as Timo fills you with his sticky seed. He crushes you into the mattress with his weight, your skin binding together as you welcome the heaviness of him. You pant through your kisses until he pulls away. “Gotta clean you up. You made a mess.”

“You did this so you should clean it up.” You insist as he gets up, walking to your bathroom. He struts confidently in his naked glory, returning with a soft wash cloth. You bite your lip as he delicately cleans your folds, face intently focused. He pays the same amount of attention to after care as he does to fucking. He grimaces when he is done, meeting your gaze.

“You’re really red, baby. I’m sorry.”

“It was worth it.”

“Let me get you something.” He leaves the bedroom, coming back with a small dish of coconut oil from the kitchen. “This will help.” He puts some on his fingers, rubbing them together so the oil melts. He is gentle as his fingerprints soothe your folds with the liquid. You feel immediate relief as it dulls the sting. You’re completely exhausted, but still roll your hips into his hand. He chuckles, giving your clit a few slow rubs just to hear you moan again. “Six wasn’t enough? Now you’re just greedy.” A smirk fills your lips as he works his way back up the bed to kiss you.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you sell your soul to the Devil.”

[ladylooch]

Hi, can you please write a timo meier imagine about reader and timo having sex and reader fakes an orgasim at night and tells some of the wags about it next day about how she really fooled him with her acting, not knowing that timo and his teammates overheard everything, his teammates laugh at him and timo gets embarrassed and upset at reader?

Eager Beaver with Timo Meier

A/N: Sometimes I write things and I’m like lmao a man would never say this, which is why we all love it 😆 Hahahaha. Poor Timo just wanted to show you a good time after he got home! Why you gotta do him like that!? Literally!

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, Swearing, Angst. 

Tonight, Timo is an eager beaver. He’s been on the road for a long time, bouncing around the  East coast. He came roaring into the bedroom when he got home, flipping the covers off your body and dive bombing your breasts. He spent time kissing along the swells, but then he was dipping into your pants with quick fingers that had you reeling trying to catch up to what was happening.

“Please tell me you are close.” He moans into your hair. His thrusts are sooooo slow. And you’re nowhere near there. But his breathing is picking up. And his moans are filling the air of your bedroom. And you think the right thing to do is to perform a little bit to help him out. 

“Yeah, baby. Feels so good.” You coo into his ear, tugging his ear lobe between your teeth. His jerky hips buck into you as you heighten your breathing, moaning his name and arching your back like you’re coming. Timo finishes inside of you, melting into your body afterwards. 

“I needed that.” He confesses, running his hand along your cheek. “It was too long of a trip. I hate missing you that much.” You smile, ignoring the guilt of your conscious that pokes at you for pretending.

He’s happy. You’re happy. No harm done. 

The following day, Timo is whistling as you and him walk into the Children’s hospital visit you both agreed to. A few other team members and their significant others are joining too. He is happy after being reacquainted with you and has an extra pep in his step at seeing some young fans too. The Sharks are filming the visit for a PR video, so both you and Timo get mic’d up when you enter.

“I think this is where I leave you.” He smiles, leaning down to kiss you. The boys are going to do room visits while the girls are heading to some arts and crafts time. “Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me.”

“I know. Me too.” You kiss him back with a little tongue that adds a bright glint to his eyes. 

“Last night not enough, eh?” You widen your eyes and laugh off the pinch of guilt. 

“Good night, huh?” Erik’s wife, Melinda, asks you.

“Ah, yeah I’m letting him think that.” You chuckle. You and Melinda have a good relationship and it feels silly to lie to her about something so minor. 

“Little bit of a show?”

“Eager beaver didn’t know how to wait.” You joke back. 

“Babe.” Timo calls urgently. “Your mic is hot.” You cringe, looking at Melinda who covers hers in shock too. You had completely forget. 

“Sorry.” You cringe, looking at the producer who shrugs like he doesn’t care.

“We can cut it out.”

You look over at Timo who’s cheeks are red and eyebrows pulled down in agitation over his blue eyes. Can the producers cut it out of his brain too? Shit. You open your mouth to say something and he shakes his head, walking off with the rest of the group to the elevators. You close your eyes, knowing him well enough to understand he is really upset. 

The day drags on, The kids are cute and you do your best to interact with a positive attitude. But all you want is to see Timo and explain. What you’ll say, you still haven’t figured out, but it has to be something to soothe him. 

At the end of the event, he is somehow in a worse mood than before while you’re walking to the car together.

“What the fuck was that?!” He snaps at you. “I just spent two hours being annihilated by the guys for that. In front of the PR team. And young kids.” 

“I’m sorry. I forgot about the mic.” 

“I don’t..” He trails off, hands slapping against his thighs as he keeps walking to the car. “I don’t know what to say.” He completes his thought when you’re both in the car. You try to reach for his hand and he pulls away. “No, I’m really upset. I’m going to drop you at home and leave.” His tone is final. He refuses to look at you on the speedy ride home. You get out of the car and Timo roars off behind you before you’ve even gotten into the front door.

It’s agony being at home without him. You have no idea where he is. Your heart aches for what happened this morning. You feel so awful about what you did last night too. Why didn’t you tell him to slow down? Why didn’t you show him what you needed instead of pretending everything was fine? Why didn’t you remember the mic they put on you literally two minutes before that happened?

The sun has set when the garage door begins to open. You set your glass of wine on the end table and turn to look over the couch at the door. Timo comes in with take out bags for dinner and a bouquet of flowers. You hide your face in the couch cushion, feeling completely unworthy of whatever romantic display he is about to do. He puts a hand on your hair, tugging your pony tail for you to look at him.

“I was really embarrassed earlier and I didn’t know how to communicate with you about why.” You rest your chin on the back of the couch while he kneels down to be eye level with you. His thumb strokes your cheek while the rest of his fingers caress your neck. “I missed you and thought I showed you how much last night. That’s why it was so upsetting. I can take the heat from the guys. Whatever. But not giving you that experience feels awful.” 

“I’m sorry. I should have told you, but you were so eager. And it was hot. I loved so much of that but I was also half asleep when you came in and…” You close your eyes, having a hard time seeing his forehead crinkle in worry. “It wasn’t enough.” You finish, not having any other words to describe it. He nods. 

“That is fair.” He leans forward to share a tender kiss with you. “Let’s make a deal to not do that again.”

“Never.” You agree, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He lifts you over the back of the couch, standing with you in his arms. Your ankles hook together at his lower back. The hug lasts for awhile, softly stroking each other’s back, leaning heads together and sharing a few more smooches. “I love you.” You say sweetly. He smiles, the corners of his eye crinkling in joy. 

“I love you too.” He murmurs. “Come see what I got us for dinner.” 

[ladylooch]

So happy that the requests are open! ☺️

Could you write to Timo inspired by this photo? Maybe a couple’s vacation or a honeymoon trip 👀

📸 https://www.instagram.com/p/CH5V7dPhvu1 

More of This - Timo Meier

Have to be honest, if you had picked this one, his blurb would have been absolutely FERAL. But this one spoke a lot of sweetness to me. Which is excellent! I am in need of some comfort and honestly just a back rub 😩

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

The Spring sun is a welcome warmth against your pale cheeks as you sit by the end of an unused ski-lift. Snow is still on the ground, but this end of the ski runs are closed for the season. 

“Espresso for my stunning wife.” Timo murmurs, placing the brown cup in front of you. Your eyes visibly brighten at recognition of both the coffee and the man to your right. You turn your face, tiling it up to catch his lips on yours. You smile against his mouth, wrapping your fingers around his neck. He cups your cheek in return.

“Thank you, babe.” You say as he pulls slightly back. He goes in for one more press of your lips together. Your eyes stay closed for a few more moments after he pulls away. He is smirking, sitting in his seat, adjusting the blanket the resort gave you both before you walked out to have coffee.

“Why are the ski runs closed down here?” You wonder, noting there are people skiing on the next mountain over.

“Maintenance. They’re having ice issues and that makes it tough to ski.” Timo says, blowing into the steaming lid of his cup.

“Oh.” You nod in understanding. Except you don’t ski, but Timo grew up doing it. He offered to teach you while you two were in the Alps this weekend, but you wanted to spend your time doing other activities.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, beginning to scroll through a few apps. His thumbs pad into the screen like he is texting. His lips move as he mutters to himself. You watch, soaking in every move of his facial expressions, thankful for the time you have together this weekend. It was a long, tough season for the Sharks. Both of you need to re-group and this luxury resort in the Alps was the perfect solution.

One of his hands wanders up to tap against his chin and mouth. His pointer finger brushes over the softness of his plumped lips, gliding against the tiny divot in the middle of his bottom one. 

“Sorry, baby. I’m just double checking our reservation for dinner tonight.” He says when he catches you grabbing your phone out of your pocket.

“I don’t mind.” You assure him, bringing your phone up to take a few discreet snaps. Your big grin gives you away as he brings his espresso to his lips for hot, quick sip.

“What are you doing over there?” He asks, setting his cup back on the table. He brings the blanket on his lap further up his body after resting his phone face down.

“Taking pictures of you for the ‘gram. Need everyone to know who you belong to, looking this good.” You bite your lip as you bring your phone back to your lap.

You bounce your knees as you flip through the different filter settings. You nod in approval after finding one that perfectly brightens his handsome face. Satisfied with the tinting, you hit post, instantly having twenty likes filter into your notifications. You curl your shoulders in when a large shiver ripples through you.

“You look cold, baby. Come sit on my lap.” 

You glance around, recognizing there are only a few other people out here with you two. You shuffle around, careful to not trip over the blanket that drags on the ground around your feet. You settle onto his lap, grateful for his thick thighs creating a sturdy spot.

“Oh, look. The boys are in Mexico.” You scroll through Instagram, swiping to show the rest of his teammates celebrating the end of another grueling season. Timo and you opted to head back to Switzerland right away to spend as much time as possible with his family. You have to admit you’re a little jealous of the warmth they get to enjoy. “Do you wish you were there?” 

“No. You here with me is all I need.” His large hand comes under the blanket, clasping your thigh. You look at him like you’re not buying it. “Nothing to be jealous about when I woke up naked next to you this morning.” He wiggles his thick brows at you.

“Last night was amazing.” You whisper back to him, dropping a heavy kiss on his mouth. Your fingers work their way up his neck, dipping slightly below his turtleneck to check on the two rashes you marked him with on his lower throat. Your eyes are devilish when they meet his. 

“You did those on purpose… brat.”

“Only for you, T.” You lean forward, biting his lip and tugging it to earn a little moan.

“Behave.” He quietly demands as a family of three walks by.

“Why? If I don’t, that could be us.” I smooch his cheek, turning to watch the little girl swing between her parents. 

“I don’t want to share you yet.” He presses his nose between your breasts over your jacket, whining when he can’t get as deep as he wants.

“Me either.” You admit honestly. Babies one day, way in the future when you’ve lived and traveled and loved a little bit more.

“Show me the picture you took.” He asks, sipping up his drink carefully. He reaches across the table to hand you yours as well. You open your phone again, giving him your instagram so he can see it. He smiles. “I look the best when I’m with you. Let’s take one together.” He brings his hand out as you get situated, pressed cheek to cheek.

“We going soft smiles or?”

“Big ones. Huge, like the night I begged you to marry me.”

“Ah!” Your eyes widen and a large laugh shakes you against him.

“God, you are perfect.” He muses against your cheek as you look down at the screen. It’s like you’re seeing yourself for the first time. Your eyes are squinty and stunning. Small creases form at their corners while a slight wrinkle crumples your nose from your laugh. You look so beautiful. And then there is your husband, who is looking like the happiest man this side of the Atlantic. “Send that to me so I can post it.” You do so, then stuff your phone back into your pocket so you can snuggle into him better. 

“What do you want to do today?” He asks, cold nose brushing your temple as you lay against his shoulder.

“You.” He chuckles, giving your waist a squeeze in acknowledgement.

“Later. Before then?”

“Still you.” Your tenacity has him smirking. “How about a gondola ride? The view is going to be incredible with the fresh snow.” You pout back at him causing his teeth to scrape over his bottom lip. “We can ride by ourselves, maybe get a little handsy. You could ride something else…?”

“I’m in!” You clap your hands together excitedly.

“Okay, but first, more of this.” He clinks your paper cup with his then leans forward to softly make out a little more.

[ladylooch]

Timo meier X team photographer smut please

Coming right up! This story idea came to me pretty quickly after I read your message. Thank you for the request!

Nailed it with Timo Meier

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: 18+ Content, injury including blood.

As the Devil’s team photographer, I know angles are everything.

I’m in a crouch, down on one knee with my camera facing up. The Devil’s take their cue, dashing onto the ice to my left as I watch, waiting for the exact moment that Dougie Hamilton’s stick connects with the assortment of pucks. My camera clicks, getting several bursts of the pucks spiraling in the air. 

“Nailed it.” I grin to myself, coming back up from behind the camera. 

Tonight, the Devils are facing off against the Hurricanes in a red and black show down at The Rock. I brush my hair behind my ears, smiling as my boyfriend, Timo Meier, skates by, slapping his stick against the boards in front of me. It’s an acknowledgement and a good luck ritual- at least for the home games. 

Timo and I have been together for awhile. At this point, most of the players and staff members are used to it. We were forthcoming about our relationship from the start, feeling like the openness was the right way to approach the deep feelings we have for each other. We agreed to keep a low profile at the rink. We acknowledge each other, but avoid any aggressive PDA. Still, we regularly leave the rink holding hands and sharing a soft smooch or two. Timo skates another few laps, hitting pucks into the net at lightning speed. I snap a few more pictures, zeroing in on a few notables like Nico Hischier, Miles Wood, and Jack Hughes. Jack sticks his tongue out at me in one of his laps.

“That one is definitely going to Instagram!” I yell after him. His giddy laughter follows his wake. 

Timo skates over to the bench, grabbing a red water bottle in front of me and dousing himself with the spray. I step more to my left to avoid any water on my camera.

“Ah! That is cold tonight.” He wiggles his shoulders at me as the droplets race down his neck and back. 

“You say that every night.” I respond from behind my camera. I bring it down, looking at the screen to see if I need to adjust my settings. The arena lights seem a bit brighter than I’m used to. I look up, realizing the graphics are whiter than last home game.

“Yeah.. I like that it’s our thing.” He cheeses at me. 

“Go skate some laps ya slacker.” I love him, but he’s distracting me from my job. I start to work my way into the camera settings, pressing the arrow buttons to adjust the shutter speed and aperture settings. I think I’ve got it just right, bringing the camera closer to my face.

Then, everything goes black.

When I come to, it’s because of smelling salts. I jolt then immediately start gagging. 

“Stay down.” Mike, the assistant athletic trainer, tells me. The smell of sweat and wet rubber meets my nose next. I’m laying on the mats in the Devil’s bench. The bright lights of the arena are blinding from this position and I grimace in discomfort. My eyes slowly work their way around the group hovering over me. I see Nico, Miles, and Timo, who’s complexion is ghostly white.

“Babe.” He sputters out.

“Ow.” I whine, reaching for my head. Mike grabs my hand to prevent me from touching it.

“I’m so sorry!” Miles yelps to me. Nico turns to give him a look and gestures with his head for Miles to hit the ice again.

“You’re going to need stitches.” Mike warns me when I try to touch the tenderest part of my head. Awareness of the towel and pressure has me feeling woozy. “Let’s sit her up slowly.” Timo moves behind me and together with Mike, they sit me up. I lean back into Timo, my head feeling too heavy to support on my own. “We’re gonna sit here for a minute.” Mike says, watching my eye movement. He brings out the pen with the light and shines it in my eyes.

“I think I’m going to throw up.” I tell them, feeling my mouth get wetter and my throat tighten up.

“Okay, let’s see if we can walk you to the training room.” Mike says.

“I’ll get her.” Timo insists, reaching his hands under my arms and gently helping me to my feet. I wind my arm around his back then gingerly move forward. Mike is in front, making sure I don’t fall forward. There’s no way Timo would let me. He’s holding me too tight.

We work our way to the locker room after a few encouraging pats from Nico and Miles. 

“I’m so sorry!” Miles calls after me. “Fuck…” I hear him start talking to Nico as we disappear into the hallway. I still don’t know what he is apologizing for. Several Devils’ staff members are hustling around, still preparing for the game. One of those people is Steve, the head athletic trainer, who looks at Timo concerned.

“What happened?” He asks, moving around to my other side and wrapping an arm around me. “I’ve got her, Timo.” Steve insists. “You can head back to the ice.” Timo hesitates in dropping his arm around me.

“I… want to make sure she’s okay. She got hit by a puck from Miles.”

“Go warm up. She’s in good hands.” Steve tells him.

“It’s okay.” I whisper to him, releasing his body to transfer completely to Steve. Timo pauses, watching the drooping of my eyes and the blood pooling on the BioSteel towel.

“Come get me if it’s bad.” He says to the two trainers. They nod in agreement. Timo gives me one last look before begrudgingly following the black mats back to the ice.

“Where is my camera?” I mumble to Mike.

“It’s on the bench. We will send someone to grab it.” I send a little prayer up that it’s not broken.

“Did someone catch me?” I wonder as they maneuver me onto the table. 

“Yeah, Timo did.” I nod, remembering our teasing before the world disappeared.

“He’s good at that.” I murmur to Mike. 

Steve sticks around as they pull the towel off. It’s not deep but it will need stitches. They decide they can do it without shaving part of my hair off, which I appreciate. They begin to line the tools up and start just as we hear the players coming back in from warmups. Mike insists he’s got it, so Steve leaves, pulling the door shut behind him.

Timo struts in a minute later. He says nothing, just comes to lace our fingers together.

I wince slightly at the dull throbbing beginning to pound in my head. Timo takes it as the stitches.

“You’re hurting her.” He snaps. 

“Timo, I’ve got it. Let me work or you’ll have to leave.” 

“Go get ready for the game. I’m fine.” I mumble to my boyfriend. Its a total lie; I feel like garbage, but his help is needed elsewhere tonight.

“But-”

“Timo.” I sigh, closing my eyes in pain and exasperation. He’s making this whole thing worse by fussing over me. Yes, it’s sweet, but I need him to focus on the game. I don’t want to be a distraction when this is an important match up with a division rival. “You’ll have plenty of time to take care of me after the game.”

“Okay.” He says quietly. Mike pauses the stitches so we can share a kiss. It’s tender and a bit tortured, like he’s trying to heal me with his mouth. I reach up to cup his chin, deepening the kiss until I slowly pull back. Our lips catch together for a moment before his blue eyes open to meet mine. “Love you.” Despite the pain and anxiety, I smile.

“Love you.” He gives my thigh a squeeze before disappearing beyond the door to rejoin his teammates. When the Devils are about to begin the game, each one of the players strolls through the trainer’s room to give me fist bumps. Timo is the last one. 

“Kick some butt.”

“Just for you.” He taps my thigh on the way out, face turning serious with his game mode activated.

After Mike is done stitching me up, the team arranges for me to go home in a town car with strict instructions to stay awake until Timo gets home. I nod in understanding, but the request gets harder and harder the later it gets. By the time Timo rushes through our apartment door, my droopy eyes are almost closed.

“No, no, no.” He murmurs as he tosses his keys in the bowl by the door. “Baby, no sleeping yet. We have to call Steve. He asked for us to check in with him.”

“No.” I whine, tossing the blanket over my head. “I just wanna go to bed.”

“And I want you to be safe.”

We talk to Steve and he seems to think I’m doing well enough to go to sleep. 

“Reminder to take it easy for the next few days. Rest up.”

Timo agrees that I will and clicks off the phone. He tosses it on the end table, then gathers me into his arms.

“I was so scared. Like I saw it happen and there was nothing I could do.” He shakes his head, swallowing loudly. 

“It was an accident. I hope Miles is okay.”

“He’s fine.” Timo says, massaging my back with his strong fingers. “He’s going to send over cookies as an apology tomorrow.” I chuckle, shaking my head.

“That is not necessary.”

“Shhhhh.” He pats the uninjured side of my head gently. “We will let him send the cookies.” 

“Mmm interesting priorities, Meier.” I tilt my head up to look at his face. The adjustment in position makes my head spin in protest. I close one eye, trying to get my senses steady again. Timo picks up on the discomfort and frowns.

“Are you okay?” 

“I could use a distraction.” I tell him honestly. After being alone for a few hours and the trauma of what could have been settling in, I’m feeling edgy. I know Timo can be the cure. His blue eyes are wary.

“That’s… probably not a good idea.”

“Make me feel better.” I lean up to speak against his lips. 

“Steve said-“

“I don’t care. Help me focus on something besides the pain.” My tongue melds with his. He continues to resist until I skim my fingers along the zipper of his designer pants. “Please.” I breathe into our kiss. He surrenders to me, wrapping his arms tighter around my body to hold me closer. 

I maneuver up to straddle his large thighs. My fingers trail up his chest and neck to his cheeks, deepening our kiss. Timo’s hands move from my back to my ass cheeks, digging his fingers into my leggings. He rolls my hips, helping to build the thickening in his pants. A pleasure filled sigh wraps between us when he hits my folds just right.

“I’m standing up.” He says in warning, then does so. I pull back to look at his face while we walk. My fingers come to his silky, black tie, tugging on the fabric until the knot releases. Timo’s fingers dig further into my ass, holding me up tighter and closer to him. “You okay?” He checks as he lays me on the bed. I nod as he works his hands along the waistband of my leggings to get them down my legs. My panties come with. Timo moves between my spread legs, pushing my knees wider as he looks down at me. My inner muscles pulse, causing a smile from him. “You need something here?” He asks as a finger circles my opening. I wiggle against his hand. 

“Don’t tease tonight.” I whimper. “I’ve been through enough.” His thick eyebrows pull down in sadness then he slides his middle finger into me. His thumb comes up to stroke my clit in sync with his in and out motion. I bite my lip, lifting my head to look down and watch him. The room vibrates and I fall back onto the bed.

“Stay there, baby. Just feel me.” He encourages. I note his hot breath dancing on my wet folds. His tongue comes out to do a gentle lick, nudging between my outer lips to stroke my clit. I reach my hand out, letting it fall on his forearm. He moves so our fingers can lace together while he buries his mouth deeper into me.

His mouth slurps me greedily, working me closer to the edge. He interjects gentle nibbles to build pressure and impatience. Then, when he’s sure he’s got me, he creates a wet, hard suction with his mouth. I come loudly, gripping his fingers and grinding against his mouth. When I come to, I realize he is still completely clothed. He reaches down for the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it up my body until I’m naked.

“Watch me.” He murmurs, reaching for the tie swinging down his chest. 

He tosses it to the floor then shrugs his suit jacket off. He begins to work on the buttons of his dress shirt, alternating between looking there and at me. I slowly run my tongue along my bottom lip, gaining more of his attention. I drag my finger tips up my body to my nipples, swiping my fingers along them and moaning. Timo’s fingers pause as I take another pass at them. It feels so good that I widen my legs further, wanting him right there. His eyes stay pinned on my chest while working his belt apart. His pants fall down, then his boxer briefs until his hard cock pierces the air. Our eyes meet, hard and hot desire twisting in our gazes. 

My blue eyes drink him in when he leans over me, pressing our lips together. Our tongues connect, lazily eating each other up as his head nudges my entrance. I groan into his mouth as he pushes in. He tries to pull back to watch my face, but I hold him tight where he is.

“Just feel.” I remind him, kissing the corners of his mouth. My smooches lead me to his jaw, then to his neck where I sink my teeth into him. He becomes gooey, then increases his thrusts into me. 

“Fuck, I love that.” He moans. “Love everything about you.”

His hips snap and buck into mine. I feel his cock stroking my walls just right, building the tension in me. I moan into his ear, gnawing at his ear lobe to hear him sigh my name. His lips kiss down my chest, then over to my nipple, circling it with his tongue. He sucks it into his mouth as I arch my back. Timo presses me back down so I’m laying flat again. His mouth widens on my breast, getting a tight suction that has me clenching hard around him.

“You feeling better?” He asks me, kissing my nipple, then moving to the other one. I weave my fingers into his hair. My other hand stays on his ass, enjoying the feel of the muscle twitching as he pumps deeper into me. 

“So good, babe.” I whimper, swallowing as I feel the first flick of orgasm. My eyes close and my mouth opens wider, no sound comes out as I crash into the white hot heat. I tighten around him, making him swear, then shoot into me. His head slams into the mattress next to my cheek. A  soft laugh falls from my mouth, fingers trailing up to thread through his dark hair again. “So much better.” I confirm to him, turning to place a kiss on his cheek. He turns his face to capture my lips for the second press.

“I don’t know what I would have done if tonight had ended differently.” He murmurs, blue eyes deepening with worry.

“Guess it’s good we didn’t have to find out.”

“True.” He ghosts his fingers close to my stitches, wincing for me. “I think I’m the one who is supposed to have stitches in this relationship.”

“We could ask Miles to give you a matching pair?” We both chuckle.

“And we have found where my love for you ends.” I scoff, slapping at his shoulder. 

“In that case, get out of me!”

“No. Just a little longer.” He presses his lips to my shoulder while I wrap my legs around his body to hold him in place.

[ladylooch]

timo smut please (virgin reader?)

Okay, I like this! I took this in the direction of inexperienced reader rather than full on V because this felt more authentic to my style :)

I wrote a good chunk of this last weekend and then couldn't finish it because of real life. Hope it's worth the wait tho!

Thanks for the request! Requests are open again today. Send 'em in!

Warning: 18+ Content

The buzz in your head has little to do with the alcohol you’ve been chasing and more to do with the boy who’s lips are on your neck. No, boy isn’t the right word, this is a man.

Timo Meier’s tongue glides against the warm skin of your neck as his skilled fingers unlatch your bra. It falls to the floor beneath you and he wastes no time in placing his palm on your pebbled nipple. 

“Fuck, I’ve been dying to touch these.” He murmurs against your throat, kissing his way up to your ear lobe. He sucks the skin between his lips then nibbles. “You looked so good in my jersey tonight. Red is definitely your color.”

“I’m getting used to it.” You say breathlessly. 

You and Timo had met through mutual friends back in San Jose. You’ve hung out on occasion as a group, but never truly alone, always with one or two other people. When you had a work trip to New York City shortly after his trade, you reached out to meet up, thinking he wouldn’t take up the offer. He texted back within a minute that he would love to see you. Tonight, you’ve been out in the city being whined and dined and maybe now 69ed. A chill of pleasure shrills down your spine as his mouth sucks your nipple. Your head falls back as a surprised moan flutters from your lips.

You can’t remember lips feeling this good before.

You’ve had encounters before. Nothing overly spectacular. Your one boyfriend before this had been lackluster and focused only on his pleasure, less on yours. You distinctly remember tracing patters on the ceiling of his bedroom as his sloppy, erratic thrusting pushed him further and you wondering if you should be feeling something different.

Being with Timo wasn’t going to be anything like that. 

His fingers hook into your black panties, gliding them down your thighs until they pool between your feet. You bite your lip as he steps slightly back to take you in.

“You’re beautiful.” He murmurs, hooking his pointer finger under your chin to look into your eyes. “But you’ve gone quiet on me…”

“I… um…. I don’t have a ton of experience with this.” You rip the bandaid off, trying not to wince at the surprise on his face. You came in here hot and heavy, sloppily shoving your tongue into his mouth like you knew exactly what to do. But now that it’s time to perform, you’re terrified. This man has had his fair share of women, his skill is obvious of that. What if he’s disappointed? 

“Thank you for telling me. You know, you can change your mind about this.” He murmurs, eyes focused on yours even though you’re fully displayed for him. His words make you feel safe and you shake your head no, grabbing his neck to thrust your tongue back against his.

Your need takes over, pulsing as it guides your hands to the button on his jeans.

“You sure?” He asks again, just to hear you moan yes back to him when his thumbs brush your nipples. “Good. I’m going to take care of you.” He steps forward, walking you back until your knees hit the couch. You awkwardly lay down watching as he slides between your knees. You’re sure he’s going to lean over you, working his jeans the rest of the way off. But instead, his mouth attaches to the inside of your knee. Your nostrils flare in excited surprise.

Now this... what he’s hinting at, no one has ever done.

His lips trail down slowly, leaving wet prints in their wake until he’s reached the apex of your thighs. A smile slides across his lips before he pauses, making eye contact, asking for permission one last time before he moves this forward. 

“Please.” You beg him. He softens at your voice and slides his tongue from his mouth to give your folds a needed taste. He kisses along your outer lips, building a tightness in your core that feels unbearable. Until his lips reach your clit. He sucks it into his mouth, rolling it over as your eyes close in ecstasy.

Oh. My. God. You think as his tongue makes another pass and then another over your clit. 

Your hands flow down, reaching for his head and shoving him deeper. You’re new to this, but the sparks in your body from his mouth have you acting like a pro. All the apprehension you felt earlier disappears from thought as you clench his head between your thighs. His hand comes up, spreading your legs further apart again as he works faster. Your head snaps back against the couch as he tests your entrance with one finger. He glides in, curling up to rub along the front of your walls. 

“Ohh, ffffuck.” Sputters from your mouth with a long moan. “This.. wow.” You can’t string words together to even tell him how incredible what he’s doing to you is.

“I know, beautiful.” He pauses for a moment. “Come for me.” He asks as he presses his lips back to you. His tongue presses in deeper, he slides another finger in, creating a tempo that has the coil liberating the tension from you. You see stars, lurching slightly up, watching as he sucks you through completion. Your hand falls from gripping his hair to holding his cheek. He gently releases you from his mouth, eyes meeting yours. His cheeks are flushed pink, matching yours. The moment is intimate and you think to yourself, this is what it’s supposed to feel like.

“Come here.” He grabs the blanket along the back of his couch, holding it out to wrap around your naked body. You slide over, slightly confused.

“Are we done?” You ask him, sinking into his grasp. He holds you tight to his body where you can still feel the erection straining against his zipper.

“You not satisfied?” He asks with a knowing smirk.

“No! I am…. So satisfied.” The words tumble out quickly which makes his smirk grow into a smile. 

“Then we are done.”

“What about you?” 

“Who says I’m not? Real men get off on a beautiful woman grinding against their face.”

You laugh incredulously, not sure you could have imagined a better night. Your forehead falls to his chest as his lips come to your temple. 

The next morning, you awaken to Timo gently kissing along your shoulder over his t-shirt on you.

“Good morning.”

“Hi.” You murmur, rolling over and accepting the hot tea he has for you. He remembered you’re not a coffee person and warmth bubbles up in your chest.

“And a chocolate croissant.” He points to the nightstand. 

“Thank you.” You murmur shyly, tucking the covers under your armpits as you sit up. You carefully pull a sip into your mouth, looking at him over the lid. He smiles back then reaches out to draw lines on your bare thigh peeking out.

“Are you okay after last night?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Didn’t want you to wake up and regret anything.”

“No one has ever made me feel like that.” You admit, pink dusting your cheeks. 

“I like that.” He grins back at you. “I was thinking… you could stay here while I go to practice. Then, when I get back, I can teach you how to use that pretty mouth on something else.” His eyes blaze back at you, waiting for your agreement. 

You lean forward, letting your mouth find his. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth for a moment before pressing your lips fully to his. Your tongue glides through his lips, circling with his then finishing with a soft suckling that pulls a quiet groan from him. 

“On second thought, don’t change a thing.” 

[ladylooch]

Hi, can you please write a timo meier imagine about incident where timo broke his nose? Reader lives in San Jose and is a Sharks fan and is watching the game when it happens and timo knows she is watching when he is down on the ice, so he thinks about her while he is down and he flies back to san jose after the devils are eliminated by the canes and she sees his nose. She tells him that he learned the hard way to always keep your head up in hockey

A/N: I am dying for some Timo content and something sweet. Like I need sweetness to remind me there is good in the world right now and that the way I am feeling is temporary. So… Here is an attempt.

Word Count: 935

Warnings: Swearing

The last thing you remember before the hit is that the sight of Timo in red is still a little weird to you. 

The thought is taken over by pure panic as you watch what unfolds on TV. A sharp intake of breath almost pulls the spit from your mouth down the wrong tube as you watch Jacob Trouba absolutely annihilate your boyfriend. You grip the Sharks logo on your t-shirt in a tight fist.

“What the FUCK!” You scream at the TV, standing on top of your couch, hands dashing through your hair. Your heart is skipping beats as you watch Timo lay on the ice, flat on his back, not moving. “Baby, baby, baby, baby.” You sputter out, fingerprints pressing into your scalp as you begin hyperventilating. 

You watch silently, with millions of other people, as the trainer tends to Timo. It’s agony as you wait. Eventually, he is up again, the trainer steadying him. Then he skates off, a bloody towel pressed to his nose.

The rest of the game doesn’t even matter, besides the fact that the Devils sail to the second round of the playoffs. Days seemingly pass before you see his FaceTime call brighten your phone.

“I’m okay.” He says immediately when the call connects. You can’t help it. You burst into tears at the sight of his face. His right eye is already black, deep red gashes fill his nose and you tremble at the thought of what might be wrong with his brain. “No concussion. Just a broken nose and some cuts. It’s okay. Don’t cry, babe." 

That night was weeks ago, but when you close your eyes to sleep, you still see it all: the blood, the intensity of his body rocking to the ice, the fear gripping the back of your neck. It makes your stomach twist until falling back to sleep feels impossible. 

Lucky for you, the cure of sleepless nights is currently walking to you from his plane ride home to California.

You sway from foot to foot, wishing you could forget it all. Because for the first time in months, Timo is in the same building as you again. You can’t wait to have your arms back around him, feeling the thick muscles of his shoulders through his shirt… then under his shirt. 

He walks from beyond the security check point, gaze immediately scanning for you. When he sees you, his grin stretches his cheeks up. He only has his backpack so he hustles to you, weaving through all the other travelers, desperate to get to you. Your feet hold you in your spot grinning back at him, arms at the ready so he can sweep you up. He tosses his arms around your waist, lifting you into his body. He twirls you both around while you hide your face in his shoulder. He smells so good, like home and comfort and hopefully the rest of your life.

“Hi babe.” He sighs, fingers digging into the backs of your thighs as he keeps you up.

“Hi!” You cheese back to him, giddy at how good this instantly feels. All is right in the world again. You lick your lips then press your mouthes together. It’s hard to stay connected at the grins twitching your lips apart. Eventually, you go back to hugging, pressing your faces into one another’s shoulder. The rest of the airport shuffles around, but you two can’t be bothered.

Slowly, you begin to untangle your limbs from him. Your feet hit the floor, but you stay pressed to his front, taking a good look at his face now.

“Oof, baby.” You murmur, running your fingers gently along the fading scars of his cuts. “I guess you learned the hard way to keep your head up.” He gives a slight squint at your chirping. “You look hotter though. Tougher for sure. Maybe I should thank him.”

“Let’s not go that far.” He whispers as he leans down to press your lips together again. You smile into the kiss, enjoying the stroking of his tongue against your teeth. You let him in, sneaking a moan back into his mouth.

“Why did you shave?” 

“It was getting itchy.” He murmurs, then rubs his smooth cheek along yours.

“Boo. I miss it already.”

“I’ll grow it out again this summer when we go to Switzerland. Just for you.” He drops multiple kisses to your lips as he talks. Eventually, you start to laugh at his insistent presses. 

“You’re so sweet. Wanna get out of here?” 

“Yeah, one sec tho.” He murmurs, then leans down to devour your lips again. His tongue strokes a fire in your core. You grip the back of his neck tightly, fingernails creating half moons in his skin there. “When I was on the ice,” he begins, kissing the corners of your lips as he speaks to you. “All I could think about was you. I had to get up for you. They wanted me to stay down and I refused.”

“Babe. You should listen to the trainers.” You whine, closing your eyes and disappearing into the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

“It’s our deal.” He shrugs. “I promised to always get up if I can.”

“I hope that never happens again.” You say honestly, looking at the swinging strands of his sweatshirt hood. He tilts your face back up to look at him. He studies you, gaze dragging along every feature you hate and he thinks is perfect.

“I can’t make that promise to you.” He admits. “But I will keep my head up.”

[ladylooch]

That Night in Ibiza with Timo Meier

A/N: Still loving these two... and felt like we needed to see a lil more of their "non- relationship" before they got together.

Word Count: 2.0k

Warnings: hints of smut (tell me you're proud of me), swearing, angst

A tick is beginning to pulse in the corner of my right eye as I scan the contents of the menu in my hands. The rapid texting of Julian on his screen all damn day when we are supposed to be on vacation in Ibiza is rage inducing. He’s a high-profile lawyer in Zurich and acts like if he put his phone down, the whole world would crumble without him. As a successful business woman, I get the need to be available, but he brings it to an extreme. He is footing the bill for this trip, so I don’t feel I can complain that much.

I reach my foot out, stroking up his calf with my foot to draw his attention away from his iPhone.

“One more minute, babe. Then… I… am… all.. yours…” He trails off distractedly.

I suck my cheeks in, bringing my eyes back down to the menu. The dishes are various forms of world cuisine focusing on fish. Halibut sounds good, but so does the Blue Fin tuna smothered in an asian style sauce. I tap my fingers against my cheek, then smile at the waiter approaching with our bottle of wine.

“Oh, we didn’t order this.” Julian cuts him off before he can even speak. “We ordered the bordeaux.” 

“Ah, yes sir. But another patron purchased this for you.” I lean forward, seeing my favorite, white wine from France.

“I don’t think we want this. It’s not that good.” I frown at Julian, feeling my eye tick increase even higher.

“This is great, thank you.” I insist, gesturing for him to pour us each a glass. “Can you tell us who purchased it?” 

“Yes, the table by the pond.”

I turn, looking over at the built-in pond with a lazy fountain in the middle. My heart bottoms out in my chest when my eyes lock with Timo's. I glance away quickly, watching instead as Julian tilts a hand in acknowledgment. He has no idea who Timo is both in and out of my life. I clutch at my throat, biting my lip while the waiter pours us both a glass. 

“We still want the bordeaux.” Julian assures the waiter as he moves to leave. “That’s weird. Why would he buy us this?” He looks at the bottle again, a disapproving scrunch to his nose.

I take a small sip of my wine, then drag my gaze back to Timo. He is no longer looking at me. Instead, he is leaned back in his chair, talking with the brunette across from him. She’s skinny. Beautiful. And looks expensive even from where I am sitting. I haven’t seen him since earlier this summer. I heard from Nico that he has been bouncing around the Med with his friends and family for the last month. He’s sent a few snaps along the way, but nothing consistent. Something odd and unfamiliar burns beneath the surface of my skin as the woman reaches across the table to fold their hands together. The discomfort has me raising the glass of wine back to my lips.

“Babe, we have the bordeaux coming.” Julian reminds me after my next gulp.

“I know.” I murmur, then set the glass back down on the table. 

“Wait! Isn’t that a hockey player?” He asks… “It’s like… Teddy… or… Gino…?”

“Timo.” I say flatly. 

“Yeah! One of the partners was wanting to see if we could get him signed for his promotional contract negotiations. I’m going to go say hi.” 

“Ah! No!” I stutter. But Julian, being himself, is already gone. 

All I can do is watch in awe as he strolls right up to their table. Timo looks beyond Julian at me, amusement flaring his nostrils as he bites his lips against a laugh. Timo nods enthusiastically, listening as Julian, likely, drones on and on about how successful he is and all the various legality aspects. Timo is a gracious listener, but seemingly tolerates his presence because it gives him the angle to look at me.

“We do paternity testing too!” Julian’s loud voice flows over to me.

I cringe as he laughs then skims his gaze along the brunette across the table from Timo. His eyes stay on her breasts and I sigh. I don’t think this vacation is worth what I’m putting up with. Julian was great in the beginning. Driven. Passionate. Sexy. But now, his personality is getting in the way of anything good in the bedroom. I find myself missing the other man in this room when we are together. I shake my head at the thought. No. I can’t go there… not with Timo. 

“Em! Come here!” Julian suddenly waves his hand in my direction.

Fuck.

If I ignore him, he will drag me over there. So I bite my tongue against the awkwardness and stand.

“You didn’t tell me you knew Timo Meier?” He questions as I approach. He wraps an arm around my waist. It instantly feels like a vice with Timo sitting right there.

“Ah… thought it was implied because of my brother.” I smile to hide my irritation. “Hi.”

“Hi, Em.” Timo muses at me, smile and eyes soft as he scans my body. I try to move my eyes away but I can’t. They’re sucked in by his admiration of me. Julian hasn’t given me this much attention the whole trip. Timo’s hand is right there on the table, resting along the bottom of his empty wine glass. My fingers twitch, wanting to fold into where I know they’ll fit perfectly. Instead, I look away, draping an arm across Julian’s shoulders. 

“Timo and Irina are having one last vacation before they return to California.” My gaze snaps, startled, back to Timo. What?

“Ah, no, only I am going back to Cali.” Timo corrects. 

“So sorry.” Julian grins in an apology. “Well, I won’t take up any more of your time tonight. But I hope to hear from you next week.”

“Yeah, I’ll give this to my team, and if they think it’s good, they’ll be in touch.” Timo holds up Julian’s business card, then tucks it into his wallet. I stare at his face, silently telling him to lose the card. “Great seeing you, Em. As always.” I glance over at Irina who looks like she hasn’t followed a word of our conversation. Her hand reaches out to Timo’s arm, trailing along his tanned skin. I resist the urge to remove her hand from him. He is not mine… and yet it feels like a betrayal.

“I’ll tell Nico you said hi.” I  finally respond. Timo’s smirk falters off his face as I turn, walking back towards our table.

The rest of the night feels tense. Julian continues to text across the table from me. I am embarrassed, knowing Timo is watching from his relaxed position across the restaurant. The conversation between him and Irina is non-existent which seems to confirm my suspicion that they can’t communicate well. What is he even doing her with her then? I know. Naturally. And it makes me slam two expensive bottles of wine back to back. By the time we are done with dessert, I am  desperately pushing back from the table to use the restroom while Julian waits for the bill. 

I am not surprised to see Timo’s back outside the women’s bathroom when I am done. He glances over his shoulder at me, the smug smirk returning. 

“Wow. What a catch.” Timo snickers.

“Oh stop. Like you’re one to talk.” I snort. “Does Irina even speak one of your languages?”

“Don’t need her to. I understand plenty.” 

“Sure. Good for you.” I shrug beginning to walk away. Timo’s hand grips my wrist and he tugs me back into his chest.

“I have a room for us.” Shivers of pleasure rake through my scalp and dash down my body. My skin betrays me, pebbling despite the hot, humid air rolling off the sea. I feel the room key slide into my palm. “One hour.” He leans forward, skimming his lips along my shoulder in a discreet, loving gesture. Then he walks around me, sauntering back towards the resort with his hands in his pockets. 

“That cheap wine from earlier is not siting well with me.” Julian groans behind me, catching me by surprise. “I’m going to call it an early night.” He rubs aggressively at his temples.

“Feel better.” I murmur, not taking my eyes off Timo’s retreating back.

“Are you coming with me?”

“No, I’m going to walk the beach.” I lie. He’s displeased but kisses my temple and heads towards the resort.

When Julian is gone, I flip the card over in my hand, seeing the room number 759 in black marker. I bite my lip, then grab my phone out of my purse.

Do you really need an hour? I text Timo. The ding of a new message comes through instantly.

No, I’m already here waiting for you.

The chime of the dishwasher cycle ending in the kitchen snaps me out of our memory. I had been working on a client proposal long after Timo and Lio went to bed. I reach for my laptop, shutting it. I bring my fingers up to rub at my eyes before pushing back from my desk. I turn the lights off in the lower level, then drag my tired body up the stairs. I poke my head into Lio’s room. He’s flat on his back, nook off to the side. The long lashes he got from his dad flutter with his dream.

“Sleep well, Lee. I love you.” I whisper, then tip toe out of the room.

In our master bedroom, Timo sleeps on his back as well. He is on top of the comforter, dressed in sweatpants and a plain white T. One arm is behind his head while the other reaches out to my side of the bed, seemingly searching for me. I walk over to him, crawling on top of his body, startling him awake. He inhales deeply as he comes to, then wraps his hands around my back. He glances over to the clock.

“You in here for good or taking a break?” He notes the 11pm time.

“For good.” His hand ghosts along my hair, stroking it back from my cheek as he sighs.

“Good. I want you all to myself.” His nose presses into my hair now too.

I reach for the remote, clicking the TV off to enclose us in complete darkness. Timo’s hands continue to rub steady strokes along my back. I turn my face, pressing my lips to the t-shirt over his sternum. 

“Do you remember Ibiza?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m sorry I left before you woke up. I didn’t want to. You made me feel so… alive that night. It scared me. So I left like it meant nothing.” I trace a heart over his shirt, resting my chin on his chest. Even though we can’t see each other, I want him to hear my words. “Stupid me.” 

“More like stubborn you. I love that about you.” He chuckles, his breath fanning against my face. “At least you recognize now that you were running.”

“Of course I was. Didn’t want to love you, but then nothing compared to you anyway so…”

“I’m sure Julian fucked you good, babe.” Only he could talk about someone else fucking me while oozing with his own confidence. 

“Probably about as good as Irina.”

“Pillow princess.” One of Timo’s hands moves up to my pony tail. He pulls it out, tossing it onto the night stand, then rubbing his fingerprints into my scalp. I sigh, pressing my nose deeper into his chest. “Prefer my beautiful queen.” He says quietly. Gooseflesh breaks out along my skin from his touch and words.

“Love you, T.” I whisper, reaching up to hold the side of his neck. I stroke my thumb over his steady pulse.

“Love you too.” He mumbles in response. His hands tighten on me, then he rolls us. He tosses one of his beefy thighs over me, pinning me into the mattress, so we can fall asleep, comfortable and tangled in each other, like I wish we had that night in Ibiza.

[ladylooch]

more timo smut please, maybe with jacks best friend or nicos sister?

Loving & Leaving- Timo Meier (Part 1)

A/N: Soooo, I could definitely turn this into a miniseries. Let me know if you want more! Also, it’s hilarious and fitting I feel that way because Letters in your Last Name is so similar.

What can I say, we love a teammate’s sister trope

Edit: It's a series.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ Content), a little angsty

My foot bounces anxiously on my knee as I sit in the corner of the Devil’s family lounge. I’m impatient to leave, but my brother, Captain takes his duties way too seriously, is at least an hour from being ready. Normally, waiting for Nico is just part of visiting him in Jersey. I don’t normally care.

But normally, Timo Meier isn’t in the same arena as me.

Timo is no stranger to me. Not just because he’s a Swiss NHL player like my brother, but also because I’ve found myself in his car, his arms and his bed a time or twelve. It’s always been a fun, quick hit to take the edge off when he’s home for the summer. Just enough to hold us over for another year. That all changed a few weeks ago. Timo was traded to New Jersey and I about had a spit take with my evening glass of wine when I saw the social media post of him standing with my brother welcoming him to the team. Needless to say, Nico doesn’t know about us. Nor will he ever.

Cancelling my long scheduled trip to the U.S. immediately came to my mind, but Nico’s desperate whine when I hinted at needing to stay home had me on that plane despite my reservations. It’s not that I don’t want to see Timo. It’s that I don’t want to see him with my brother hovering so close. Nico is my little brother, but he acts like an older one with his protective and serious nature.

That pretty much brings us to now where I’m jumping slightly at every foot step I hear in the hallway.

My brown eyes lift to the door, connecting with my brother’s. I give him a big grin, then wrinkle my eyebrows in confusion when I see he’s not dressed in his suit.

“Hey.” He greets me, setting his hands on his hips.

“Hey stinky.” I tease. “Too lazy to shower?”

“Ha.” He rolls his eyes at me. “No, I’m going to stay late.” 

“Oh.” I can feel a slight tick beginning in my eye. 

“I know you didn’t travel thousands of miles to wait for me. So, Timo offered to take you home.”

My pulse pauses in my body and then rapidly thuds beneath my skin.

“Timo?” I try to sound breezy and carefree.

“Yeah. You remember him?” Nico jokes with me. My memory flashes to hot skin, greedy hands, and swollen lips on mine.

“Mhm.” I murmur. 

“Good, that would be embarrassing if you didn’t.” Timo says as he comes into view, stopping next to Nico. My brother grins at him, slapping his shoulder in greeting. Our gazes connect and a ripple of pleasure dashes down my spine.

“N, I can just wait for you. It’s really not a big deal.” I say, breaking my eyes away from the blue wave of desire lapping at me. Timo licks his lips, laughing.

“I promise my car won’t break down this time. I’ve upgraded.”

My eyes snap back to Timo and narrow slightly.

“Oh yeah. I remember that happening back home. Did you ever get your money back for that?”

“Yeah.” Timo lies, eyes not moving away from mine. 

The car didn’t break down. Timo pulled it to the side of the road so I could slide onto his lap and ride us both to what we needed. Nico was concerned when we pulled into his house much later than the 15 minutes it should have taken us to get home. We had to think of something and the car breaking down sounded better than the truth.

“I’m seriously going to be awhile. Timo lives in my building so he knows the way.”

Of course he does.

“Okay.” I finally agree with a grimace that I try to pass off as a smile. 

Nico waves goodbye, leaving Timo and I standing together. 

“Hi.” He murmurs, a smug smirk on his lips. He enjoys getting what he wants.

“Hi.” I respond, dropping my gaze to his black dress shoes. 

“Let’s get out of here, beautiful.” He reaches forward, sliding our fingers together and giving them a slight squeeze. He drops my hand when I begin to follow him from the room.

We walk in silence down the hall and into the main area where the player’s cars are held.

“It’s this one.” He points to a black Mercedes. The car attendant tosses Timo his keys. I slide in, taking in the expensive leather interior. Timo’s life is never lacking luxury. I cross my legs, sliding my shaking hands between my legs to squash my nerves.

“Why are you so nervous?” He laughs at me as he pulls onto the street. Once he is at a steady speed, he reaches a hand over to set it on my bouncing leg. I still immediately, feeling the rush of need replace the nerves in my body.

“I just didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

“Sure.” He snorts at me, like this isn’t always how it goes with us. “Nothing was keeping me from getting alone time with you. Why do you think your bother is staying late?”

“What did you do?”

“Told him he looked slow tonight.” He laughs with glee. His hand stays glued to my thigh with each twist and turn to get to his and Nico’s apartment building.

“How are you liking it here?” I ask him as we pull into the underground garage.

“Good. Different than California.” He shrugs. “But, I was ready for something new.” I nod in understanding. Last summer, while I was laying satisfied and breathless on his bare chest, he confided in me that he felt the direction of the Sharks wouldn’t include him going forward. It was hard to imagine something else, but he wanted to be moved to a cup contender. It didn’t taking much convincing from Nico that New Jersey held that possibility for him.

“Nico is happy you’re here. He wouldn’t stop talking about it when he picked me up from the airport.” I tell him as we walk towards the elevator.

“He the only Hischier who’s happy?” 

I don’t respond. 

We step into the elevator and he presses the button for the 10th floor. Nico lives on the 13th.

“Um.” I lean forward, pressing 13. 

“You can press that button but you’re getting off on 10.” He’s leaning against the back of the elevator, hands shoved into the pockets of his dark dress pants, looking straight ahead. When the doors open on the10th floor, I walk out first.

Timo overtakes my strides, leading me towards his unit. He slides the key in, opening the door for me to walk in. I do while taking in the modern infrastructure. I don’t even get halfway to the open living room before his hands are on my hips. He pulls me back into his erection. I melt into his body, reaching to hold his head against my shoulder. His lips press against my neck, then open to glide his tongue along my skin. His fingers advance to my waist then up my pink bra. He plays with the lace at the edge of the cups, causing my nipples to tighten. Warmth pools between my legs with his thumbs gliding against my nipples. I buck my hips back into his and he grins against my shoulder.

“You need this.”

“Timo… we can’t.” I try to protest. He spins me in his arms so I am forced to look at him. The sexy desire ghosting his face has my last shred of will power disappearing like the rest of the world. 

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He challenges, lips ghosting over mine, invading my space just enough that the buzz increases in my ears. “Tell me.” He commands, lips brushing mine again. My eyes close completely involuntarily. I lean forward to seal his mouth with mine. He moans immediately into my mouth. 

“Nico could-”

“He won’t.” Timo insists. “We’ve got at least an hour.”

His tongue swipes into my mouth, rolling and melding with mine. He tastes so good, like familiarity and bad decisions. I weave my fingers into the short hair at the back of his head, gripping him tightly to my mouth.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.” I whisper harshly to him when I have to breathe.

“Yeah. You been missing me?” He asks, tilting his head back to watch my face as he guides his hand between my legs. He takes my moan as a yes. “I want you in my bed.” He murmurs, slapping my ass and turning me towards the hallway.

We practically run down the hall. I turn when I get to the bed and he shoves me down. I wrap my arms around his strong shoulders, pulling our bodies flush together. Timo slides a hand along my outer thigh, bringing my knee up so it wraps around his waist. He grinds his erection into my heat, rutting against me until I pull away to moan loudly.

“Off.” I whine, shoving at his suit jacket. He shimmies it off with the help of my hands, then we both work on the buttons of his dress shirt. I start at the bottom, teasing his thickness with my fingers as I work the shirt from his pants. My fingers fumble with the buttons.

“Take your clothes off.” He begs me. My eyes meet his and I can see the desperation brewing. I grin back at him, reaching forward to nip at his lips. He stops his undressing to stuff my mouth with his tongue. “You taste incredible. I crave your mouth when you’re not with me.” Warmth fills my cheeks at his confession. I tug my shirt over my body, then reach around to unclasp my bra. It falls between us as Timo removes his shirt.

He leans forward, lapping at my hard nipple. He sucks it into his mouth as I lay back, letting out a loud moan. I surrender to him completely as he works me over. Dashes of pleasure work down to my pussy, making my walls clench together desperately around nothing. 

“I need you.” I whimper, opening my eyes so he can see the urgency there. He pauses, teasing me again with his tongue before his skilled fingers work my jeans from me. He leaves my panties on, sliding them to the side so he can circle my clit. I wiggle against his finger, grunting out in eagerness as he tests my entrance. I contract around his finger. The teasing ceases immediately when he feels how wet I am. In one fluid motion, he flips me to my stomach. After he removes my panties, I go to my knees, tossing my hair back and waiting patiently for him to fill me.

“Condom?” He asks behind me. I can hear the foil in his fingers. As much as I don’t want a barrier, I know we should be safe.

“Yeah.”

He rolls the latex down, then grips the base of his dick to nudge my folds open. He pushes in gently, taking note of the slight whimper from me. 

“I know.” He rubs my back with his thumbs where he grips my hips. “Good girl.” He praises me as he begins to move steadily in and out. The feeling of his thickness filling me completely has me speechless. My mouth drops open gratefully as I begin to rock back into his thrusts. 

“Yes.” I finally moan. He leans forward, pressing his lips to my shoulder, kissing across to the other as his talented hips work into me unwaveringly slow and deep. “Oh.” I moan as he pulls back up to increase the tempo. He quickens to a steady pound as I collapse forward. My fingers grip his blue sheets into tight fists. The bed begins to rock against the wall, headboard slamming as hard as his hips into me.

“Timo, don’t- don’t stop.” My teeth grit together. My orgasm flutters my inner walls and the pleasure halts his thrusting for a moment. When he resumes, it’s faster and harder, digging me deeper into his bed. 

“You’re so pretty when you’re moaning my name.” He tells me, brushing my hair from my face as I gasp below him. “Want you like this all the time.” He murmurs to me, sliding his fingers around my hip to play with my clit. “It’s been so long since it’s felt this good.” Pleasure flutters in my chest then my inner walls again. "So wet… so tight… nothing like this.” He moans loudly. The more he talks, the closer I know he is. He tightens my knees then encourages me back up. I look up at his ceiling creating just the right angle for us both. Stars explode and ringing bursts into my ears as I come loudly. Moans spill from me relentlessly until he curses behind me, filling the latex surrounding him.

His hand follows my back down to the mattress as I stuff my panting face into the silk sheets. His fingers rub gentle circles as we both come down from our high together. He leans forward, pressing his lips between my shoulder blades while still buried deep inside of me.

“I’ll be right back.” He says, gripping the condom and sliding out. I whine at the emptiness, but crawl up the bed to his pillow. I roll onto my back, dashing my fingers through my hair. I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had. That’s the problem with Timo. He’s too good to quit. And too aloof. Or maybe that was just when he was in San Jose. Maybe with him being in Jersey, things are different. I shake my head, knowing it’s too dangerous to think that way. We can never be something. I’m not giving up my career and life to follow a man around the world while he chases his dream. I’m meant for more.

Timo returns from the bathroom and rolls me over so he can slide in behind me. We spoon, sweaty skin sticking to each other. He kisses the back of my head as I stroke his arm with my red nails. This feels so good. We fit together like the final puzzle pieces in a complex picture.

“How long are you here?”

“Until next Saturday.” He doesn’t respond. “You’ll see me.” I settle the confusion I feel in his touch. He nods.

“Good.” His arms pull me in tighter.

We hold each other in silence like the familiar lovers we are. No expectations, no needless words, just the comfort of each other’s warmth. It’s blissful and I wonder how I’ll be able to let him go.

Only the thought of my brother returning to an empty apartment could pop this bubble.

“Nooooo, I hate when you leave.” He whines as I roll away from him. I stand, stretching out my back and moving to where my clothes were hastily discarded. I reach for my panties, working them up my hips. I toss a smile and sexy look at him over my shoulder. He groans. 

“You should know I came to Jersey with you in mind.” He admits as I pull my jeans back up over my hips. 

“Timo…”

“I know you don’t want anything serious. I’m not ready for that either.” He says as he stands in all his gorgeous nudity. “But you’re it for me, Emma Hischier. So don’t go home and fall in love with someone else.” He tilts my chin up to capture our lips again. 

“Okay.” I whisper against his mouth.

I don’t know why I agree. 

But deep down, I know this is far from my last night with Timo.

[ladylooch]

Hey! i have a request :) how about Timo and y/n being neighbors after his move to new jersey? a friend to lovers always makes my heart flutter!

Imagine just wanting to mind your own business and a shirtless Timo appears on the balcony next to yours. This sounds wonderful… how would one sign up for that?? Asking for me, not a friend.

Speaking of friends... here is some quick friends to lovers

I love writing Timo. Thank you so much for the request!

Word Count: 700

It’s finally my day off after working seven straight days. All I want is to sit on my balcony and enjoy the first sprinkle of Spring on the east cost. I grab my book and a can of bub;y, figuring 10:00am is probably a little too early to drink on a Monday morning. I grab the folding chair that’s been propped up for a majority of the winter against the wall of the building. I take a Clorox wipe to it, then allow it to dry before settling into it. I prop my bare feet on the balcony railing, crossing my ankles and enjoying the slight breeze against my face. 

Goodbye Old Man Winter. It’s Spring’s time to shine.

“Um… excuse me?” I hear a voice from my left. I roll my eyes at my bliss being disrupted. Snatching my sunglasses off, I look at the balcony of my new neighbor. I haven’t met him yet, but have heard an occasional noise from the otherwise of the wall. The apartment used to be vacant, so I’m not exactly thrilled to be sharing the wall again. The man is speaking to me from inside his condo. I squint, trying to see through the tinted glass. 

“What?” I respond to him with a slight edge to my voice. I swear to God if this man starts hitting on me…

The most beautiful man I have ever seen steps onto his balcony. He’s shirtless, exposing the rigid muscles on his upper body. My jaw goes slightly slack as the breath leaves my chest. He’s wearing black shorts with the Devil’s logo on one thigh. His hair is wet like he just got out of the shower. He looks like he stepped off the cover of the romance novel in my hand.

Oh my god, I hope he starts hitting on me.

“Sorry. I know you’re trying to read.” He chuckles, gesturing to my book. “But…” He pauses and leans back into his apartment. “Is this your cat?” He holds the questionable orange tabby up by it’s waist. 

“Oh my god!” I exclaim, clasping my hand over my mouth as my cat, Tigger, rubs his head on the underside of the man’s chin. “Yes. Uh, I am so sorry. Tigger! How did you get over there!” I stand, tossing my book onto my chair. “I’ll be right over.” I rush back inside, hustling to the hallway. The door opens when I get there. “I am so sorry. I.. He’s… never done anything like this.” I’m sputtering and flustered.

“It’s all good. We became fast friends this morning.” He chuckles as he scratches Tigger between the ears.

“How long has he been over here?”

“About an hour.”

“Wow. I had no idea he was gone.” I slap my hand on my forehead, embarrassed. “I can’t believe he let you pick him up. He hates men. He’s chased pretty much every boyfriend out of my life.”

“Maybe they all just sucked.” He shrugs at me. 

“Maybe.” I muse as I reach out, gathering Tigger back into my arms. The cat wiggles, trying to reach out for our neighbor again. “I’m (y/n).” I extend his hand out to him. He takes it, securely shaking it. His fingers linger a moment past polite. “Tigger’s mom.” The words are breathless as my eyes dip to his six pack. 

“Timo. Nice to meet you… Tigger’s mom.”

I smile at my fiancé recounting the story of our meet cute to our new neighbor who moved into what was my apartment until two months ago. Tigger is sitting on Timo’s lap, purring and sunbathing as we sit on the balcony this all started on. My feet rest next to our cat as Timo’s fingers work into the arches of my right foot.

“So, all that to say, you’ve got a lucky new place.” Timo gives my ankle a squeeze.

“Yes it is.” I agree, then tilt my face back to the sun. My new engagement ring shines in the Spring sunlight, reflecting speckles of light on Timo's bare chest.

In a year, I went from reading about the love of a lifetime to living it. 

All it took was some luck… and a furry friend named Tigger.

[ladylooch]

Hi! Just wanted to let you know that I am absolutely obsessed with your writing! And that I am hoping you’ll be willing to do more teammates sister with Timo! Absolutely loved Loving & Leaving.

🫶🏼🥰

Ahhh I'm obsessed with you! Thank you!

As for Loving & Leaving My heart really wants that to turn into a mini series. I ended it that way for a reason. Probably like five parts maximum? So I'll have to noodle on that more and plan it out!

[ladylooch]

Strictly Pleasure - [Timo Meier]

A/N: So color me stunned when I went to the roster of Team Switzerland in 2019 and did not in fact see Timo on it……. Because the Sharks were in the playoffs…. LMAO But you know my entire AU timeline is built on 2019 so we go with it. As promised, the full fic for our unanimous poll winners 🥹

As a warning, I literally was clawing my fingernails into the bench seat editing this morning. Holy fuck. Apparently I was feeling extra smutty this weekend.....

Word Count: 4.3k

The coolness of my white wine glass chills my palm while I bring the liquid to my lips. I take a sip, lips curling up in appreciation of both the wine and the stunning sunset before my eyes. I sit on the patio of a cafe in Bratislava, Slovakia awaiting the arrival of my little brother. I am the only member of my family who has been able to make it over to Slovakia in time to see him compete for our country at the IIHF World Championships. His previous international experience has been at the U18 level, but this year he is competing in the big leagues. We are so proud of him and I feel honored to have the flexibility to see him live his dream this week.

Crowds from various countries line the streets of the capital city, surrounding Ondrej Nepela Arena. Various teams are represented- the three crowns of Sweden, the lion of Finland and one man with the red and white of my home country. I smile at the familiar crest on his chest. He wanders down the sidewalk with sunglasses on, hair perfectly styled in a swoop to the left. Mirrored aviators hide his upward gaze to the awning that spells out the restaurant. He flips his sunglasses up, looking down at his phone, then at the name of the restaurant again. Once confirming, he puts his phone back in his pocket, then stalls his footsteps at the podium explaining the menu options for tonight.

“Go Swiss!” I cheer in my native language at him. He looks up from where he had been studying the menu, nodding in my direction. 

“You from?”

“Yes.”

“Me too.”

“I assumed so. You have the accent.” 

“You… kind of do?” He chuckles, questioning. His head tilts to the side slightly, thick eyebrows pulling lower over his eyes. “Where are you from?”

“Close to Bern.”

“Ah… that southern dialect can be troublesome.”

“Maybe you just haven’t heard it enough. Should get out of the big city.” He quirks an eyebrow. “Zurich. Clearly.”

“St. Gallen.”

“Same difference.” 

“Okay.” He chuckles, shifting as he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “This place any good?”

“Wine is good.” I cheers my glass in the air at him. “But other than that, I don’t know. My brother picked the place.”

“Yeah, I am meeting someone here too.” 

“Would you like to wait with me? I can buy you a drink.” For some reason, he laughs. 

“Buy me a drink?” He nods. “Sure, if your boyfriend won’t mind?”

“No boyfriend. I’m sure your girlfriend will not be much longer though?”

“No girlfriend. If I did, sitting next to a beautiful Swiss woman would likely get me into big trouble.” He murmurs, reaching for the back of the empty chair across from me. As he pulls it out, my brother comes hustling up next to us.

“Oh great! You did get my text about Timo joining us. I’m glad you found each other.” We both pause, connecting the pieces of who we are to each other. I would not have pegged him as a hockey player. He presents so different from the others I have interacted with over my brother’s playing career. “Timo, this is my older sister Emma.”

“Nice to meet you.” He murmurs as he shakes my hand. Our hands fit perfectly together in a polite shake. His fingers drag along every inch of my palm as he pulls his hand back, creating an electric jolt up my arm.

“Yeah…” I trail off, answering my brother. I gulp down a sip of wine. “He was easy to spot.” Nico grins as I stand, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Hi.” I haven’t seen Nico for a few weeks. He came home to Switzerland after his season ended, but was running off with all his friends with his new found freedom.

“I am glad you could make it. Mama and Papa are coming tomorrow?”

“Yes, it was the earliest they could get here. I was able to get on a flight from my conference in Berlin.” 

“Good. More time together.” I laugh, glancing at Timo who studies the menu across from me.

“Seemed you liked the way the last few weeks were.” I murmur. “Your big sister always coming in last.”

“I’m sorry.” Nico sighs regretfully.

“It’s okay. As per usual, your time is pulled in every single direction.” 

“Yes, but you’re important to me. I’ll do better.”

“Good! You can start by buying me dinner. You make the big bucks now!” 

“Yeah, you can buy mine too. You make 1st overall money. I’m slumming it down at 9.” Timo and I share a look, chuckling together at Nico’s red, embarrassed cheeks.

“With a flick of a pen, you instantly made more money than your sister has her entire career. You can buy my dinner.” I pile on.

“Stop.” Nico shakes his head with a shy smile. “I will buy you dinner because I love you and that’s it.” I shake my head, looking over at Timo.

“Nico always has to be so sweet to make me feel bad for teasing him.”

“You need to get meaner Nico.” Timo laughs. “Your sister is more intimidating than you.” I scoff at him, then smirk.

“Certified man eater.” I confirm. “You better be careful.” He sucks his cheeks in for a moment, scanning his eyes along my body. Then he shakes his head.

“I like a challenge.” He winks. I pause, recognizing his interest, sliding my gaze over to my little brother who seems to be contemplating between two entrees. I lick a drop of wine off my lips after taking a sip. Timo’s blue eyes stay there, then fall back down to the menu in front of me.

The rest of dinner, these small, wordless interactions happen. He brushes my hand while handing me back my filled water glass. We steal looks at each other whenever Nico isn’t looking. Most of the conversation is driven by us towards each other. Nico seems content to listen, happy to see us getting along so well after inviting a stranger to sibling bonding. I am thankful he did. Timo and I are vibing, conversing and joking like we have known each other for years, not less than two hours. 

Nico pays the bill, making a huge show of treating us with his black Amex. 

“Flaunting your wealth is tacky Nico.” I scold. He scoffs at me, waving me up out of my seat. I toss my arm around his shoulder, pulling him in for a forced hug. “I love you. Thank you.”

“I love you, buddy! Thank you!” Timo says too, coming in to the other side so Nico is sandwiched between us. I giggle hard, tilting my head back towards the dark sky while doing so. Timo’s hands grip my sides as we squeeze Nico harder. I fold my fingers over his arms too, feeling the soft material of his sweatshirt. When I open my eyes all I can see is Timo. His beautiful blue eyes sparkling with joy. His big smile and scrunched nose indicating how much fun he is having with us.

“I could use another drink.” I hear myself say to him directly. He nods immediately, releasing from our packed hug.

“We have a bar in our hotel. Are you staying there too?” Timo asks casually.

“Oh! Yes! Let’s go.” I exclaim. “Neeks?”

“Maybe. I’m tired, but I’ll see how I feel when we get there.” 

“Okay.” I shrug. No offense to Nico, but I wouldn’t be disappointed if he didn’t come.

“How are we feeling about the game tomorrow?” I ask the boys as we walk the cobblestone walk way. 

“Good. We’ll get it done.” Timo says confidently. Nico echos that though a yawn.

His yawning continues through our first round of drinks until he is almost falling asleep sitting up in his chair where we sit at a space in the bar, backing up to the lobby.

“Nico, just go to bed.” I chuckle.

“Yeah I am going to head there.” Nico sighs after a yawn. He looks over at me. “You too?” I bite my lip, shaking my head. 

“I’m not tired. I stay up late for a living.” Nico shrugs his shoulders. “Goodnight.” He stands up.

“Goodnight baby brother.” I tease him as he heads across the lobby to the elevators. “Sleepy good!” I take a sip of my wine, then settle my brown eyes on Timo who still watches with those interested eyes. “Are you tired?” I wonder.

“No.” He says then takes a sip of his drink. “A lot more interesting things are happening down here than in mine and Fiala’s room.” A shiver runs from the base of my neck down my spine pulling my chest tight with flattery. 

“You like to stay up late?”

“Mhm.” He answers around another sip of his drink. He licks at his top teeth afterwards, bringing my eyes back to his lips. “Kinda have to in this job. What do you do?”

“I own an event planning business.” 

“Oh fancy, Ms. Entrepreneur.” 

“I went to college and everything.”

“Impressive. Maybe I should hire you to run my charity golf tournament.”

“I could do that. But it depends.”

“On?”

“What happens between us tonight.” A slow and sexual grin rolls across his lips. He likes my boldness. My heart fluters excitedly in my chest. I love this part, getting gorgeous and powerful men to give into what has been brewing between us. “I have a strict line between business and pleasure. I’m sure you can understand that in your line of work.” Timo nods, looking lost in a previous mistake. 

“That is fair.” He tilts his head. A few teammates walk through the lobby, shouting a hello at Timo. He gives a brief wave, then focuses back on me.

“Any chance I could convince you to go somewhere private to discuss further your personal and professional qualifications?” There is nothing professional about his request.

“Where would you suggest?”

“Maybe your room?” I pretend to contemplate, leaning back in my chair while studying him with scrutiny. 

“What would we do there?” I ask him, dragging out the vowels in my words. I slowly run my tongue along my lips, gathering his attention there.

“You can tease me some more with that mouth.” 

Forward. Bold. Going in for the kill, just like I hoped. 

“Our drinks?” He pulls his wallet out, tossing cash onto the table. He stuffs his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans and stands. He holds his hand out for me. I stare at the warm, welcoming skin of his palm. I know what taking that hand means. I know this is dangerous territory, but Timo is a temporary teammate of my brother. It’s not like he is in New Jersey with him full time.

I slide my fingers gently into his hand, then clasp it as he lifts me into a standing position. He weaves our fingers together, palms cupping each other as we walk silently to the elevator. He pulls me in behind him, then turns expectantly at me.

“Four.” I tell him. He presses the button and the doors close. 

“You do this often?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Plenty.” His eyes drag ravenously from my face down my body. He nods in surprised appreciation. “I won’t tell you I love you after, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He chuckles. 

“You look harder to get than that. What are the rules?” He asks as he turns towards me. His hand drops mine, so he can pull my hips flush with his. My eyes flutter at what I feel. Big. Hard. Ready. 

“Wrap it up. Don’t you dare finish before me. No butt stuff. And…” I insist, stepping closer. “Nico never knows.” My foot goes between his, rubbing my thigh against his zipper. He exhales a little heavier, hinting at the desire building in his body. The elevator doors open and we step out. I lead the way, sliding the key through and pushing the door open. I walk in first again. He shuts the door behind us then crosses the slim space between us. He whips me around by my wrist, crowding my space immediately. My heartbeat skyrockets in dangerous and needy passion.

“Anything else?” He asks, sliding a hand to the side of my neck. He holds it tight, thumb stroking my cheek. His blue eyes are fierce, ready for whatever waits for us on the other side of my answer. 

“What are yours?”

“I don’t want anything serious. You understand that?” He strokes my cheek as he says it as if to soften the blow. He’s clearly had this conversation before with other women. He’ll figure out I’m not like them soon enough.

“Completely.”

“Are you on the pill?” 

“Yes.” I laugh. “Are we going to fuck now or keep playing 20 questions?” I slide my hand down to the button on his pants. He laughs too, pausing as he bites his bottom lip. 

“What are your thoughts on cuddling?”

“Hell no.”

“My kinda girl.” He whispers then closes the gap between our faces.

His lips on mine create an explosion that rocks me to my core. I exhale into his mouth in a moan. He runs his hand through my hair then down my body. It wraps around my waist and he lifts, practically tossing me up onto the hotel desk. The lamp shade rattles against the wall. His hands come to my shirt, lifting. Our lips part for a moment, then reconnect with tongues. Wetness pools in my panties, almost soaking them through. 

One of his hands comes up to my breast, squeezing it, then finding my nipple and thumbing it over my bra. I sigh happily into his mouth, then fist his shirt in my hand. His shirt joins mine on the floor, then I reach for the button on his pants. It snaps apart easily. I jerk his zipper down until it’s completely open. His cock is hot and seeping in his underwear. I pull back from his mouth, looking down as he unclasps my bra. The straps slack along my arms. He pulls them the rest of the way off, then takes me in. 

“Beautiful.” He mumbles, tugging my hips so I slide closer to him on the desk top. “So, so beautiful.” He repeats against the warm skin of my chest. His lips kiss down vertically, until he gets to a tight nipple. He makes eye contact with me as he sucks it into his mouth. His tongue strokes upwards too, making my jaw unhinge for a moment. “You had so much to say earlier, now you’re quiet? Gonna have to change that.” He whispers, then sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, working it over, sending darts of pleasure to my clit. It aches to be touched, missing out on his skilled mouth and fingers. 

“Oh.” I pant. He smirks into my breast.

My fingers find the waistband of his underwear, tugging it back from his skin so his cock rises to rest on his belly. His red tip is oozing down the edge of his head. I bite my lip, then my head knocks back into the lamp as his tongue strokes my other nipple into submission.

Fuck, this is incredible. He knows exactly what he is doing. When to push, when to pull away, how to tease and reward. He will be worth any future punishment. My hands shove at the waistbands of his bottom layers until they work down his strong hips. He steps out of them, grabbing a condom in his jean pocket, then kicks them off to the side. I lean back on one palm grinning. He lets me take him in, every delicious curve and edge of his muscular body made perfect from hockey and hard work. His big hands cup my breasts, rolling his thumbs over the stiff peaks in unison. 

“Oh that feels sooo good.” I moan appreciatively. I run my free hand through my hair. He watches my face, playing with me more until I am embarrassingly close to coming without him even being inside of me. “I need you to fill me up.”I demand breathlessly. He bites his lip.

“You’re so fucking sexy. You can tell me what to do all night, Emma.” 

“Just call me Em.” I laugh. “Emma is so formal.” 

“Whatever you want, babe.” 

He unbuttons my jeans, then pulls them off my legs. He admires my black, lace panties, seeing the creamy wetness pooling there just for him, then he works them off my body so we are both naked. He picks me up, setting me to the very edge of the desk, then he hands me the condom. I rip the package open with my teeth, gripping the tip, before easing it down his shaft. His eyes close and he sways slightly forward at my hands on him.

He crowds my space, our breath combining together, still smelling like the minimal alcohol we had tonight. One hand goes to my left hip, then the other goes to grip his shaft. He rolls his head through my folds, collecting my soaking juices before he nestles his head at my entrance. Together, we watch him disappear between my swollen lips. He lets out a shaky exhale. He grabs my wrists, putting them on his shoulders, then he lifts me slightly up off the desk, beginning to pump into my pussy. 

Tingling explosions burst out down my body. Gooseflesh covers my arms and legs as I take each hard thrust with enthusiastic greed. I kiss along his jaw, grinning at the way I jerk in his arms with each pump. He isn’t handling me like a fragile doll, he is fucking me just like I knew he would. Hard, fast, deep, showing he was built with power and strength for a reason.

“Fuck, Em, your pussy is so good.” He growls into my neck. The sound of skin slapping together increases, becoming disgustingly obvious in the room as he rocks hard into me. “So wet and tight.” He hisses through gritted teeth. My nose bumps into his jaw as I moan on his throat. He turns his face, capturing my lips then fucking up harder and faster into me. My whole body goes tight and rigid, then I fall into my orgasm. Timo fucks me through it, not wavering in his thrusts at all until I collapse onto his chest in surrender. He slows then, kissing my neck as he takes me to the bed. He lays me down, then work himself out of me. I look down at the condom, wondering if we are done.

“Your turn. Show me what you got, Hischier.” I laugh loudly. He sits down on the bed, then falls backwards. He takes my hand in one of his, fingers folding together, helping me maneuver to straddle his lap. I work my hair to one side, then reach behind me to grab his cock in my hand. He hums, then sighs happily as I swallow him whole in one press of my hips. Timo’s eyes literally roll back into his head as I start to move. His hands come behind his head fingers lacing together on the pillow below.

“That’s right. Just lay there princess.” I smirk, throwing my hips back on his cock. 

“Funny… gorgeous… talented… where has Nico been hiding you?”

“Practically under your nose.”

“Ah, that’s why I didn’t see it. It’s a little big.” I giggle, then set my hands on his shoulders, rolling my hips.

“Ooo. You know how to fuck.” He praises me. “So good….” He bites his lip, exhaling heavily. “Little more, gorgeous.” He encourages. I comply and he groans. “Mmmm.” His hands snap away from the back of his head. He grips my hips, feeling the roll of them on him. Then two fingers find my clit. I shutter. His other hand comes to my breast, pinching my nipple. “Fuck me until you cum.”  He whispers. I moan shakily, then keep bucking my hips down into him. When he senses I am about to release, he works his hips up in little thrusts to help me over the edge.

“Oh!” I cry out, pinching my other nipple.

He gently eases me down, pulling his feet up closer to his butt so his thighs create support for my back. I slump into them. I pant, looking at him on the pillow as he smirks. 

“Shit.” I hiss as he forces his cock up deep into me, lifting my weight with his hips like it’s nothing. 

“Doggy?” He asks, wiggling his large eyebrows. I nod eagerly.

I’ve never come so hard or had so much fun with a one night stand before. Usually, it’s awkward, bumping into each other and trying to find the right tempo. Not with Timo. It truly feels like we were made for each other. Gone is the insecure way I try to move my body so my partner can see the best angles. Usually, I stay away from doggy. But I am desperate to feel the hard slapping of his balls against my clit. 

We both stand. Timo kisses me, tongues flirting within my mouth. Our lips are puffy and red by the time we pull apart. He twists my hips, working his cock between my legs as I bend over in front of him. He lines his latex covered head with my entrance, then pulls me back on his dick. We both groan loudly this time, appreciating the stretch and arousal of each other. 

“Gonna be dreaming about this pussy tonight.” He groans, starting to buck his hips again. The delicious slapping has me deliriously groping the bed sheets. His thick cock crams into me thrust after thrust, feeling like he is rearranging my internal organs. A big hand comes to the back of my neck, forcing me down. I groan loudly, shrieking an inhale at how good this angle feels. 

“Please.” I hear myself beg.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please make me cum. Please. More. Um! That! Yeah!” I yelp out as his hips snap harder into me. My ass shakes with his powerful thrusts. I turn my face into the comforter, then scream hard into it as a powerful orgasm grips my core and turns me inside out. 

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum. Feels so fucking good when you cum.” I shake against his thighs as he finishes in the condom. His hand releases from the back of my neck. He grips the edge of the condom then works his way out of me. Wordlessly, he heads to the bathroom, striping himself and cleaning off. I collapse forward into the bed sheets, curling into the fetal position while my heavy breathing continues. Timo brings a towel back with him, tossing it to me. Afterwards, I throw it onto the floor while he lays back next to me in bed. 

“Good job.��� I murmur, holding my hand up. He slaps it firmly, then sighs happily.

“That was amazing.” He turns to look at me when he says it. I nod, meeting his gaze. “Any chance you’re available for more of that this summer?”

“No strings?”

“No strings.” He agrees. 

“Then yeah. I’m available.” He chuckles. 

“We make a good team, tho. Damn.” He rubs a hand over his head. He turns his wrist, looking at the time on his expensive, silver watch. “I gotta go. It’s almost curfew.”

“Yeah, I want to go to sleep.” I admit, stretching out, pushing at his thigh under the covers to move him off the bed. He dramatically rolls off like I kicked him full on. I giggle as he rests his chin on the bed from the floor. His blue eyes soak me up. His hand comes up, poking at my left cheek.

“Your dimples are cute.”

“Thank you.” I murmur. 

“How long are you here?”

“Wanna see me again already?” He laughs.

“Yeah. Sex that great is rare. I want you again tomorrow.” Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I roll my bottom lip in my mouth, watching him pull his clothes back on. His last article is the Team Switzerland sweatshirt he zips up to the middle of his chest.

“Okay.” I agree. He smiles gently, then walks towards me. 

He kneels one knee on the bed, hovering over the body he wrecked tonight. He kisses me quick, then pulls away. He smells seductive and sultry, like his expensive cologne and me. 

“Sweet dreams.” He whispers.

“Goodnight.” I respond. He walks out of the room, closing the door softly during his exit.

I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling above me. The butterflies in my stomach expand up into my chest until it feels crammed full. I put my hand over my face, watching back the reel of the night against my black eyelids, ending with the mutual agreement of more. 

More this weekend. More even this off-season too. More, more, more because it will be months before I will have had my fill of him.

I’m not sure how we will make it all work. Sneaking around once is one thing, but doing it continuously is another.

I guess this planner is going to have to figure it out. 

Because It’s going to be a long, hot summer with Timo Meier.

More Timo and Emma can be found here.

[ladylooch]

Going Home with You- Timo Meier

A/N: Just cause I love these two and Timo had a great game today and I know exactly how these two spent the rest of their day 🥰

Word Count: 1.7k

Inside the group of Devils WAGS, Emma stands beside Kristen Haula, looking down at the newest addition to their family. The baby is in its holder, snuggles up into Kristen’s chest. Emma can’t help but steal glances at the little bundle every so often. Every time Emma sees a baby, she tries to wrap her head around the fact that there is one of those inside of her. It hasn’t quite computed. Maybe it will at their 19 week appointment next week when they get to see the baby again. 

Emma and Timo have told the team and most of their important  friends and family members now. It is starting to get real. As real as the baby yawning next to her while gripping its own fingers tightly. A smile tilts the corner of Emma’s mouth up seeing the baby’s little mouth stretch in a yawn again. 

“Very cute.” Emma murmurs when Kristen catches her looking.

“So cute. Makes all of pregnancy worth it.”

“I hope so.” Emma sighs, thinking back to those rough weeks in the first trimester when her body felt like it was revolting against her. “I am feeling better now.” Emma shrugs. “But my back is really killing me.”

As if on cue, her lower back tightens up and she leans forward, trying to stretch it out. A hand glides along her back, thick fingers beginning to dig into her reoccurring pain spot. Emma turns, looking over her shoulder to see Timo.

“Hi!” She smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck. He played so great today. She has been itching to get him into a hug since he scored early in the second period.

Timo chases her lips as she tries to press her nose into his shoulder. She tilts her head back, capturing his full mouth. His tongue is gliding along the seam of her mouth as his hands press her tighter into his body. Her bump prevents her from getting any closer. She feels pressure and rumbling where her bump pressed into Timo’s stomach. She contemplates, but ultimately unsure if that is the baby or the popcorn she couldn’t stop eating during the second intermission. When her and Timo separate, she is breathless.

“Wow, yeah.” She flutters her eyes closed, feeling blushy and giddy. “Hi.”

“Hi babe.” Timo murmurs. He pecks her one more time, then focuses his hands on her lower back. Emma grips the lapels of his suit as he rubs his fingers in. It feels incredible. She bites her lip to not let out a pregnancy soaked moan. His thumbs rub stretched circles into the back of her hip bones. She rests her forehead on his sternum and he kisses the top of her head. “Do you want to wait for Nico?”

“I should. He scored too.” Emma murmurs. “You guys kept me up and moving today.” Timo chuckles.

“That’s good, after you fell asleep during the Rangers game Thursday.”

“Look, I was tired. I didn’t get my nap in like you. Some of us are working weird hours to help support their business in Switzerland.” 

“This is true. My babies work so hard.” Timo nods, patting her bump. “Nico should be out in a minute. He was right behind me.”

Nico does indeed come sauntering out, hands in his pockets. He offers a hug to his sister and modestly accepts her excitement about his goal. Other than being with Timo, the best part of being in Jersey for Emma is getting to see Nico play consistently. The way this team ignites under his leadership gives Emma chills every night. Together, the three of them head out to the parking ramp. Lexi is working OT at the hospital and won’t be home until after 10:00pm tonight. Nico is going to the store to have dinner ready for her when she arrives. While Nico stops to take pictures and sign autographs for fans, Timo and Emma head home to their apartment. 

Once they are there, they order some pork belly ramen and plan to continue their quest of watching all the Marvel movies together on Disney+. Next up is Captain America: Winter Solider. Curled up under a blanket with Timo Meier is the only place in the world Emma wants to be. She can barely watch the movie because she is so focused on how good Timo’s body feels resting against her. Her pregnant body begins swirling with hormones, inducing thoughts of saddling up right here and giving him his reward now rather than waiting for the end of the night.

Her cheek perches on his pec. Her gaze drags off the TV to the tie of his sweatpants. Her hand moves down from where it was wrapped around his back, gliding along those ties and pulling them apart. Timo’s head turns away from the TV, lips ghosting over her head, watching her hand slide into the waistband of his cotton pants. Her palm glides down his shaft as it thickens in her grasp. She pumps him a few times, squeezing as she does so. Timo’s hand on her hip slides down the back of her yoga pants, gripping her bare ass.

It isn’t long before their pants are gone, shirts still on, as Emma bounces up and down on Timo’s cock. Her head falls back towards the ceiling, nipples pebbling against his callused palms as he holds her swollen breasts under her shirt. Emma is loud as she comes, stretched and used by his powerful body tonight.

“Ah.” Timo grimaces when her last wave releases them both. Emma steadies herself with her hands on his abdomen. “That hurt my ass a bit.”

Emma tilts her head to the side, looking utterly fucked out, not comprehending the issue.

“Hm?” 

“My butt hurts from the shot I blocked.” 

“Oh.” She rushes trying to get off him. Timo grips her hips tightly.

“No, no, no.” He murmurs, then drifts his eyes down to her belly. She looks so obviously pregnant right now with their baby. It stirs him inside her even as he just filled her up. “Wanna look at you like this some more.” So there she stays, until she absolutely cannot avoid getting off him to go to the bathroom. 

Timo is in bed when she is done. She comes out of the bathroom, smiling at the new panties and pajama pants he has waiting for her on her side of the bed. She slides them on, then gets into bed with him. She curls into his side, ignoring the pregnancy pillow that she itches to wrap around and under her too. She will eventually, but right now she wants to feel all of him against her. Timo rolls onto his side as she maneuvers a leg through both of his. Her socked feet tangle with his in the middle of their California King. 

“How is your butt now?” 

“It’s sore. Gonna have a sick bruise. Probably already do.”

“You think?” Emma murmurs. She shifts up, looking over his back and pulling his sweatpants and underwear down. He has a definitive reddish and purple mark from the puck. Emma cringes then leans forward and puts her lips on his butt cheek, kissing him softly. Timo’s ass tightens in surprise under her mouth.

“Whew, damn, babe. Warn a dude before we start doing butt stuff.” He jokes as she rolls back into her previous position after replacing his clothes. His palm slides across her bump immediately, settling in for his nightly hold of their child. 

“I hope you cleaned that cheek good in the shower.”

“Scrubbed it hard.” He murmurs, eyes shut. Emma leans forward, kissing his chin, then along his jaw until he starts kissing her neck. He sucks her skin in, rolling it over in his mouth. “How is your back?”

“I can’t do another round. Gave you everything I got.”

“Mmm, okay.” He agrees, halting his nibbling of her neck. He lays his head back on the pillow, scanning her face. “I am already missing you.” He confesses, speaking about his upcoming West Coast road trip. It’s about a week, but will drag on due to the large time difference. 

“How are you feeling about San Jose on Tuesday?”

“Um…” He trails off, running a finger along her chest, over the swells of her full breasts. “Weird?” He furrows his eyebrows. “Like I’m excited to go back but also a bit nervous.”

“I’m sure the fans will welcome you back. They loved having you there for so long. You grew up there.”

“Yeah.” He sighs, looking lost in thought.

“But coming here was a good move for you.”

“For us….” He smiles then leans forward to kiss her.

“Us? What, you’re finally going to admit you picked Jersey for me?” Emma murmurs.

“Yeah, babe. Of course I did.” He strokes her hair. “Did I think this is where we would be a year after my trade? No.”

“How disappointing…?” Emma trails off, looking at the red spot on his neck where his shoulder pads rub at him. She leans forward, kissing the irritated skin. 

“How lucky.” He corrects her. “This is everything, Em. Means nothing without you now.” He pauses. "I used to... imagine... in San Jose that one day, you would be waiting for me there after the game to go home with." He breathes in deeply. "But you never were. And I think that stung a few times last year, but it's because we were meant to have this instead. This life." He presses into the baby harder. "I love you so much, Em."

A smile curls along Emma’s lips as tender tears build in her eyes. She sighs happily, pressing her forehead against the heartbeat in his thick neck. Timo strokes his fingers over her back, resting his nose in her hair. Emma runs her hands under Timo’s t-shirt to cup the bare skin of his muscular back.

“I love you, babe. I loved our day too.” Emma whispers.

“Me too, baby. Good night.” 

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[ladylooch]

Second Chances - [Timo X Emma]

A/N: I was supposed to write Mackdavid smut tonight. But this request came in and it was just 🥹 everything I needed. Thank you, nonnie!

The request: Since Timo didn’t have the chance to propose to Emma, does he propose for a special anniversary to make up for it?

Word Count: 1.1k

On an early summer evening, Emma’s glittering gold heel hits the pavement outside the Burgenstock Resort on Lake Lucerne. She smiles at the familiar memories of this place. It’s been through several remodels since she first stayed here with her husband as nothing more than friends, but the luxury still wafts through the high-rise ceilings as she walks in. 

“Mrs. Meier!” The manager, Gregory, greets her. “Your husband awaits for you on the patio.”

“Thank you! Wonderful to be back.” She gives him a brief air kiss, then continues forward on her own. She knows the way well. 

Emma walks with confidence, pretending that she knows the reason a limo picked her up and whisked her away to the mountains after a cryptic text from her husband. Her emerald dress sways around her calves with each stride. The doors are automatic and open once they sense her presence. Emma glances around, thin eyebrows drawing together in confusion when she doesn’t see anyone else on the first level of the patio. Usually, this place has every table seated. She steps forward, resting her black, YSL clutch on the marble railing, glancing out at the sun disappearing behind the mountains. Only a few orange bursts streak across the water towards her. 

“Mama!” Emma hears her daughter. She looks down towards the voice, then gasps in surprise at Timo and their babies. A huge grin stretches her face when she sees each of them dressed to the nines.

“Mama, come here!” Lio exclaims, giggles taking over him as he attempts to stay quiet. 

In true fashion for the twins, they don’t bother waiting for her. They both toddle over to the ramp connecting the levels, clamoring awkwardly up it like they are three champagne glasses deep. 

“Hi.” Timo murmurs to his wife from below. She bites her lip, tilting her head to the side as she looks at him. She sighs happily, blowing him a smooch with the tips of her fingers. 

My goodness, Emma Meier is in love with her life. If she had to pick it again, she would. Without hesitation, which is clearly her husband’s intention with the evening. 

She struts confidently over to the right, catching the twins at the top of the ramp.

“Let’s go back!” She encourages them, putting each of her hands in their little palms.

They march right next to her, exaggerating picking up their feet with their adorable movements. They babble to each other and the rest of their family as they move. Emma’s eyes meet Timo’s as she comes down. He looks almost… nervous? Emma can’t help but chuckle as she takes in the “Will you” papers being held be their two oldest children. Clearly Marry and Daddy? had different priorities in this moment. 

Timo watches her approach with soft, blue eyes. His hands are shoved into his pockets. Liv leans into his thigh, giggling as Lio exclaims that mama looks so beautiful. 

“Aren’t you just the sweetest! I’m so glad we made you!” Emma smiles, touching Lio’s shoulder as she greets her husband properly with a kiss. “It’s still a yes.” She tells him confidently. 

“For fuc..fudge sake, Em. Will you let me ask?” 

“Oh. So sorry.” She laughs around the hand she slaps over her mouth. “Yes, I’m listening. Go ahead.” She takes a slight step back, but laces their fingers together. Her huge wedding ring bumps against the inside of his palm as he takes a deep breath. 

“I’ve had 15 years since we met in Slovakia to come up with words for how I feel about you. But the truth is, I still don’t have ‘em. Because you, Emma, are truly indescribable. Have been since the moment I laid eyes on you in that cafe. The only thing I knew from that moment on was that I had to have you. Once was supposed to be enough.” He winks at her. “But I knew I was toast the second your lips hit mine.”

“Aw!” Liv howls out. “That’s so romantic!” 

“Life is so full with you, baby.” Timo continues at his wife while putting a hand on Liv’s head to keep her still and quiet as she hugs his leg tight. “You have given me everything in this world that matters to me. It’s been a life filled with many unexpected twists and turns, but there is no one else I would ever want to do this with. Even though its a complete risk because you know fully what it means to be married to me now.” He pauses to give her a grin. “I’m gonna ask again, to mark the start of the 15th year of us knowing and loving on each other.” He says it pointedly. Emma doesn’t disagree this time, making Timo grin brighter. 

Timo gets down on one knee. Emma loved the first proposal, knew it had to be the way that it was for their journey to move forward as a family of three, but this one is pretty damn great too. Emma glances over at their oldest, seeing unshed tears in his eyes. She pouts at him, then looks at her husband as he pops open a red box with a brand new, sparking set of diamond rings.

“I’ve gotta know, baby. Will you marry me? Again?”

“What do you think Lee? You were there last time too. Should I?” She asks, cupping his face as he rubs his tears off his cheeks. He nods whole heartily at her. Emma kisses his head, then moves over to Timo. She holds her husband’s cheeks in both of her hands, stroking his smooth skin with her thumbs. “Yes. A million yeses, babe.” She assures him, then kisses him as their children cheer. Timo smiles under her lips, then rises up, lifting her in the process. He is careful of their babies as he sways them back and forth together.

“Yay!!!!” Liv and Lio cheer excitedly. The twins yelp and cry, demanding to be let in on whatever magic their parents are currently experiencing. The older kids grab each of them, hugging together and spinning around in a circle until Liam stumbles over and begins to cry. Timo puts Emma down, then collects their crying baby in his arms. 

“That.” Emma murmurs, cupping the other babies into her body, giving them hugs.

“Hm?”

“That is what made me propose to you in the hospital. Watching you hold our baby.” Timo smiles, reaching to lace their fingers together. 

“I love you, Em. Eternally.”

“Forever.” Emma agrees, kissing his cheek, then his lips. “But for now, let’s get these babies some dinner.”

More Timo and Emma here.

[ladylooch]

Road Visit with Timo Meier

A/N: I'm uh... just gonna drop this here and run away. K thanks bye. Don't even come at me for making this sweet at the end either. You know how I am!!!!!!! Okay, love you, bye.

Word count: 3.2k

I’m almost disappointed he hasn’t seen me yet. Almost. But the view from the bar where he scrolls through his phone is delectable. He’s in a suit, thinking he is meeting Nico and Jesper for a fancy steakhouse dinner.

What he doesn’t know is he is meeting me. In this dimly lit hotel bar and then I’m taking him upstairs for the much needed distraction that I am. 

I watched him when he walked in. He didn’t even look around, just went right to the bar, asking for an old fashioned. He had sighed deeply, taking out his phone and sending a heart to the distraction picture I sent earlier of me and Lio from last night. 

I miss those faces. Give Lee a kiss for me. Had been his response.

When the old fashioned was set in front of him, he gulped down half of it angrily. 

My husband is in a mood. And that’s why I got on the first flight out to Denver this afternoon.

Timo gently sets the glass back on the table. He presses a button on his phone, then brings the phone up to his ear. I jolt when my phone starts vibrating against the bar, quickly silencing it and sending him to voicemail. I watch as he frowns deeper, clicking off before leaving a message. His thumbs type feverishly against the screen.

Call me when you can. Need to hear your voice.

Another gulp of his drink.

I down the rest of my cosmo, then step away from the long bar. I tug my black skirt down, trying not to be subconscious about being a mom to an almost three year old and wearing something so sinfully short. Timo still scrolls through his phone. A smile quirks a corner of my mouth up. I’m glad his eyes aren’t wandering, not that I ever worry about that to begin with. I get close to his table, taking a head on approach that has his blue eyes looking up from his illuminated screen. A double take happens, then a huge, stunned smile stretches his lips apart. He tosses his phone onto the table, standing before coming around to grab me into his arms.

“Em.” He sighs into me. I close my eyes, tilting my face into him for a moment. But just one. 

“I saw you sitting across the bar and had to come say hello.”

“Why didn’t you come over right away?”

“I’m a little intimidated by handsome men.” I trail my gaze up the buttons of his shirt, lingering where the one button is undone, giving me a peek of his chest. I slide past his strong jaw, then to his blue gaze. 

“You’re my wife?” He chuckles, confused. He isn’t catching on.

"Let's not talk about your wife." Timo furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“What?”

"You need a distraction. That's what I'm here for. A very... sexy... needy distraction." I pout my dark red lip at him. 

“I love my wife though…” He says as he cocks his head to the side.

“She offered to share you. Just for tonight. For the sake of the team.” I swipe my finger over my lips in a shush. His eyes finally sparkle in recognition of what I'm doing. He reaches for his ring, taking it off. He pulls mine off too, then reaches for the clasped necklace with our son's name on it, undoing that with a brief kiss against my neck. He takes the pile of expensive jewelry and slides it into his inner suit pocket for safe keeping.

“In that case, what's your drink of choice, beautiful?"

“Cosmo.”

“A woman of sophistication. Admirable.” He murmurs. “I’ll grab you one. Have a seat.” 

He squeezes my fingers briefly, then wanders up to the bar. I watch his back as he leans against the bar top waiting. Tonight, I’m going to drag my fingernails down his skin until he’s marked for practice tomorrow. The boys will give him shit and he’ll love it. I nibble my bottom lip at the thought until it’s puffy and red when he returns. He sets the pink drink in front of me, then wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me onto his lap. 

“More comfortable here.” He insists, eyes looking at my lips. I nod in agreement. I take a sip of my cosmo, savoring the bite with an appreciative sigh.

“You in town for business or pleasure?” I ask him. 

“I thought it was business. But something hints at pleasure tonight.” I suck my cheeks in to keep from breaking character.

“I’m only here for pleasure.” Timo grins back, white teeth sparkling in the low lighting of the bar. 

“How long you in town?”

“Until Thursday morning. I’m going to the Devils game tomorrow night.”

“You need tickets?”

“No, I know a guy.” Timo can’t help but laugh at that.

“Am I the guy?” He asks.

“No, Nico Hischier.”

“Ah. So, Why aren’t you in his bed tonight?” I snort on my cosmo, then cough. Ew.

“Heard his wife doesn’t share like yours.” I wipe the back of my hand over my mouth as both Timo and I giggle.

“I am a lucky man. She’s good to me.”

“Thought we weren’t talking about her.”

“Can’t help myself.”

“I think I can help you.” I lean down, brushing my lips over his. I watch his eyes close, thick eyebrows turn inward as he appreciates the feeling of my fingers trailing along his upper thigh.

"I have something I know your wife has never worn for you.” I grab his hand, putting it on my thigh and using it to push the fabric of my skirt up. He moans when he reveals my red lingerie. He gets bold, running a thick finger along the edge, sighing when he pulls it away to watch it snap back into the crease of my thigh.

“No. My wife has never worn this.” He knows all of my sets. This one is new. I slide his hand back down, covering the bold lace back up. Timo’s blue eyes are yearning now. Almost desperate enough to head upstairs.

“We probably shouldn't be seen together." He murmurs as he slides a card into my palm, just like in Ibiza. “I’ve got family ties on the team.” His nose trails along my cheek until he gets to my ear lobe, sucking it into his mouth. "You go up first. I'll be there in a minute." His thumb comes to stroke my lips, igniting fire and setting my heart beat racing.

I stand, watching Timo’s face as my dress sticks a little high, showing him more of my lingerie. I wiggle it all back into place, then slowly saunter from the bar. In the lobby, I see a few Devils players lingering. I give a brief wave, not stopping my pursuit to the elevators. Once inside, I punch the button for the 8th floor. 

I walk down the hall to room 821, putting the key card in and stepping into the dark room. I go to the bedside table, turning the lamp on then surveying the room. Timo is neat, much more so than any other man I’ve been with. He has all his clothes tucked away in the closet and dresser. Only his sneakers sitting by the dresser are an indication that someone is staying in here. My eyes find the picture of Lio and I he brings with him every road trip. It’s from when he was barely 1. Our cheeks are pressed together as we both laugh, noses scrunched enjoying the fall day at the start of training camp. I turn the picture facing down, knowing my husband won’t want to see our son with what he’s about to do to his mother.

My fingers gather the silky fabric of my black dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it into the dresser. I stretch my neck and shoulders out, then set myself on the bed to wait.

It isn’t a long one.

“Okay, this is kinda funny. Nico was in the elevator- Oh my god.” Timo pauses when he sees me on the bed. He’s comatose for a moment seeing my lingerie set completely exposed. Peek-a-boo lace covers my skin but barely. His mouth literally drops open as his blue gaze scours my body. I lay back, then slide my legs apart as he steps forward so he can see the lack of fabric between my legs. He gropes at his belt while sliding a finger through my wet folds.

“Take me. However you need to. For however long you want.” I moan as his middle finger plunges into my entrance unannounced.

“You’re making all my dreams come true tonight.” The metal of his belt clangs together as he gets it apart. He leans forward, placing his lips against my wetness. His tongue comes out, lapping along my slit until he finds my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, humming against the sensitive bud until my back arches.

“You’re so sweet.” He whispers, breath teasing as he pulls back. “Are you sweet here too?” He leans down, sucking my nipple through the lace of my bra. He cups the bottom of my breast, plumping it up to devour more of me. It feels so good as his fingers circle my clit simultaneously. The way he explores my body with rough touches of familiar places makes me ache. “Mmm, you are.” He murmurs, pulling away. “You wanna taste?” I nod vigorously, grabbing his neck as our lips touch. His tongue assaults my mouth, leaving trails of me and him there.

“Be a good girl and get on your knees.” He says. He gets off the bed, unbuttoning each of his buttons while he watches me stand. Slowly, I bend over in front of him, rocking side to side before crawling back onto the bed on all fours. He reaches for me, crudely shoving his bare cock through my folds. He grips my hips, rocking me back onto him until he’s fully sheathed by my heat.

“Fuck, baby.” He stutters. 

“Am I being good? You like the way I take you?” I whisper, biting my lip at the way he already groans behind me after his first thrust.

“God, yeah. Perfect.” He connects my back with his chest, groaning at the way my ass bounces against his abdomen with each forceful pump. His lips explore the valley of my shoulder blades. I swear he whispers I love you, but then he turns wild and I don’t have the opportunity to ask what he said.

“Oh…. My.” My mouth drops in shock. He’s hitting depths I don’t think I’ve ever taken him before. My throat constricts, trapping more sound into it as I feel my inner walls begin to flutter around him. He pauses for a moment, adjusting his grip on my hips as he rises back up to his knees behind me. “Right there.” I sob, reaching my hand back to grip his wrist. My finger nails pierce his skin briefly.

“No. Only my wife gets to touch me.” He grabs my wrist harshly, pinning it against my lower back and fucking harder into me. My face is shoved into the comforter. I can barely breathe between the sheets and my hair. Timo reaches around musing my brown strands off my face and groaning as I pant heavily from each thrust into my tightening core.

“Fuck. Ohmygod.” My words are mouthed. Not even completely spoken as the orgasm rips through me. He doesn’t stop when he feels the convulsions of my walls. He doubles down, harder and harder as my jaw practically unhinges. Timo brings my hand down, placing it on the bed again. I grip the comforter tightly to ground myself while I shudder.

“You feel so fucking good cumming around my cock.” He grits his teeth.

My walls hug him tightly, coming harder than the first time as the scream lodged in my throat tears loose. It’s primal and raw, a sound I don’t remember hearing from my mouth before. Timo chuckles triumphantly, then slows his thrusts to ease me back down. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. 

“That’s it… Let me teammates here how good I make you feel." He bruises my skin harshly with his teeth. I whimper as he slides all the way out of me. He taps my thigh. I flip onto my back, cheeks pink, breasts bouncing, lingerie twisting slightly off center. Timo plunges into me again after a hefty suck of my left nipple. 

“This what you wanted when you saw me tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Wanted to be fucked like a slut?”  I close my eyes, giggling.

“How can I be the slut here when it’s so clear how much you want me?”

“I don’t like my women sassy.” I snort, then reach up, slapping his face lightly.

“No?” I purse my lips as he laughs, clearly enjoying everything that is happening between us.

“Now, I gotta fuck the brat out of you.”

“You can sure try.” He rolls his eyes at my ever persistent challenges. 

He leans forward, scooping me up into his arms like I’m nothing for him. I chomp down on my lip, drawing blood as my eyebrows pull inward. He fucks me deep, at an angle, that has my spent walls overstimulated.

“You good, baby?” He asks. I nod. “Open your eyes so I can see.” I do and he grins, seeing how absolutely wrecked I am from what he is doing to me. “One more.” He begs, leaning down to kiss me. Our heavy breathing makes it hard to stay connected. I choke as my orgasm grips me again, taking Timo with me into the delicious abyss. Jerky pumps push his seed deeper into me as he drops me onto the bed, unable to hold my weight up anymore with the intensity of his orgasm. His fingers pin my hips down as he finishes his sloppy thrusts. 

Almost instantly, Timo's touch on my hips changes.  Gone is the possessive franticness and in it's place comes a tender caress. His fingers spread wider, trying to gather as much of my flesh into his hands as possible. He pulls me down, forcing himself as deep as possible until our mixed sex smears across his lower abdomen.

"Babe." I whisper breaking our role play. "Are you okay?” My words are met with nothing but his heavy breathing. “I’m worried about you.” I murmur.

“How do you just know?”

"I heard it in your voice last night when you called.” My hand threads through his hair. His nose smooshes into my collar bone. I run my other hand along his back, pressing down so he collapses his weight onto my frame, still buried inside of me. My legs wrap around his waist, heels pressing into his butt.

“I’m…” Timo starts then trails off. I wait patiently, stroking my finger nails along his back. Goosebumps protrude from his skin. He melts further into me, smooshing his lips in wet kisses. “I’m having a hard time focusing on hockey.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… I just.. wanna be at home with you and Lio.” This is the second season since Lio has been born and I’m surprised to hear this is the struggle. “It is so hard leaving you.” His earnest groan has me turning my face to caress his head with mine. “Feel like I’m missing so much of his life.” He sighs, then rolls off and out of me. His back hits the mattress next to me in a heavy thud. “Missing so much of our life.” 

I reach out, holding his abdomen, stroking my fingers into the deep groves of muscle.

“You’re going to have to find a way over this.” I whisper the truth we both recognize. 

“I know.”

“Is this harder because Lee cried when he said goodbye to you this time?” Timo purses his lips then nods. “Yeah. That sucked.” I roll onto my side. “You’re such a good daddy.” I soothe him, stroking vertically along his torso. “He’s going to adjust. He’s in a clingy phase right now.”

“Did he cry when you left?”

“Yeah. I had to sneak out of the house while my mom distracted him with his stuffed puppy.”  A soft smile stretches his lips.

“I love our kid.” He leans forward, asking for my lips. 

“Me too.” I murmur against his mouth. He sighs into our kiss.

“That made me feel better for some reason.”

“You feel comforted knowing I’m also doing damage to our son. He’ll talk about us both in therapy.”

“Yeah, kinda.” He laughs, wrapping an arm around my shoulder to pull me up into his chest. He strokes my hair, then kisses the crown of my head. 

“I can’t believe Nico didn’t come over with how hard the headboard was slamming against the wall at the end. He rooms next to me.” My face turns white, mouth dropping open in horror.

“What?”

“Just kidding.. He’s at dinner. I was trying to tell you I saw him in the elevator so we were clear. But then you opened your legs and I didn’t remember what I was gonna say.”

“T!” I yell, slapping his pec. “You got me all scared.”

“What that you’re in trouble with your little brother for fucking your husband?”

“No, that he was gonna come kill you cause he heard you with someone.”

“As always, you’re worth the risk baby.” I can’t help but laugh at his cheery smile. 

“Do fornicaters usually eat afterwards?” I wonder, feeling the rumbling of my stomach.

“I don’t think so, but nothing about that was adultery, so I think we are safe to order something.” He reaches around me to the nightstand. He studies the menu while I study his face.

“Lee and I are so lucky.” I murmur, stroking his jaw where light, brown stubble dusts his cut chin. “So glad you are my baby’s daddy.” I press my lips on the underside of his chin. Timo pulls me in closer, dropping the menu to wrap both arms around me.

“I’m the lucky one. I love you, Em.”

After ordering room service, and eating entirely too much food, we both fall back into bed, watching Pretty Woman play out on USA Network. Timo strokes my hair. Each pass over the strands has my eyes dipping closed longer and longer with every blink. The room goes black when Timo turns the TV off for good. His arms curl me into him deeper.

“Don’t even think about rolling away from me during the night.” I smile against the skin of his shoulder. I press myself further into his chest. His fingers dig more into my back. A silence falls over us. 

“T?” I murmur after awhile.

“Mmm?” Its barely an acknowledgment.

“You love me so well. Lee too. I hope you know how much we love you in return. And miss you when you’re gone.” I squeeze his back. “I think I’m here as much for myself as I am for you.” He leans down, searching for my lips in the darkness. When they connect, we both melt into each other.

“I love you so much.” His whisper has a depth I’ve never heard before. The deep darkness of the room adds an intimacy and safeness to us. 

Neither one of us needs to say anything else. Instead, our bodies awaken. Our fingers wander. Our lips greedily take until we have each other like husband and wife- familiar and knowing. Soothing, briefly, the eternal ache we have for each other that I know is never going to diminish. 

[ladylooch]

Loving & Leaving- Part 5

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A/N: I should have said this earlier in the series, but I am aware Nico and Timo do not live close to each other in Switzerland. However, for this work of fiction, we gonna pretend. I really love these two. OMG, @ Emma finally giving in and handing us all the fluff we deserve. Only one more part after this 😩. Appreciate your love!

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content (multiple times, blesssss), graphic descriptions of birth (forgive any inconsistencies), pregnancy, swearing.

“Babe.” I moan to Timo from where his head has disappeared beyond my bump and between my legs. His tongue is generous this morning, lapping and tasting me like I’m actually his breakfast. “Yeah.” I sigh, eyes closing shut as my core shakes, tightening my full belly.

It’s been a slow build morning. He started with sensual touches on my hip, lips pressing along my shoulder blade until his hands snuck up my shirt, rubbing at our growing baby. From there, his fingers glazed along my breasts, stroking and teasing my sensitive nipples until my hips bucked back into him, trembling, desperate.

His playing continued. He took his time pulling my pajama pants off, kissing his way up my left leg then down my right, sucking along every millimeter of my stretched and swollen body. A sound I didn’t recognize fell from my lips when his first tongue stroke hit my clit. His grin was sinister, teeth helping suck my folds between his lips hungrily. 

I reach wildly by my hip to touch any part of him. I can’t thread my fingers in his hair. It’s too hard to reach with our baby in the way. Timo laces our fingers together instead. I squeeze them as my orgasm grips me. He slowly backs his pressure off, giving gentle slurps and laps as I dissolve into the pillows.

“You were right.” I murmur when I can, staring at the ceiling. “That was a good distraction.” Timo smiles against my belly, pressing soft kisses where little feet move. “How am I going to live without you?” I whisper. 

“You’ll have part of me.” He jiggles our son by digging his fingers into my belly.

“Not the same.” I mumble, trying to roll onto my right hip as he craws up to lay next to me. His hand grips my other hip to pull me the whole way. He slides closer, fingers weaving through my hair to hold my head.

“We’ll talk every day.” He says against my lips. I close my eyes, leaning into the kiss. It’s like stepping into a warm shower after a cold day, full of tingly skin and appreciated comfort.

Today, I’m 29 weeks pregnant. 

Because of that, our care team in New Jersey told me this week that it is time for me to fly home. The Devils are making a long, playoff push which means Timo and I will need to be separated until they win the Stanley Cup or lose. I could stay. But, in our early talks, it became important for us to have our baby in Switzerland. Most Swiss NHL players don’t get this choice and we feel grateful to welcome our baby into the world where we entered too. A Swiss birth certificate- no stress of dual citizenship hovering over our heads with multiple documents for the rest of his life. 

At this point in my pregnancy, I can’t stay here and have our baby in Switzerland.

“Here.” Timo hands me my red passport book at the airport later. We smile at each other, remembering when I surrendered it to him after returning in January. He had made a big show of putting it in the safe in his closet. “Gotta lock this up, so you can’t leave without telling me.” But later that night, he slid the combination to me on a post-it. “All joking aside, you can leave whenever or if you want.”

Now that it’s time for me to do so, I really don’t want to.

Dread fills me as I wait outside the car for Timo to pull my two suitcases out of the trunk of Nico’s car. My bottom lip trembles, forcing my eyes shut. Tears build behind my lids, coating my lashes. A noise falls from my mouth. I clasp my hand over it as Timo turns to look at me.

“Babe.” He sighs, squeezing my fingers.

“I got the rest.” Nico assures him, taking over the luggage so Timo can wrap me in his arms. I immediately sob into his chest. 

“I love you.” He says into my hair. “I know it’s hard.” He rocks us together as I cry, gripping his shirt in tight fists on his back.

“I don’t want to let go.” I whisper. When I tilt my face to his, he presses a deep, consuming kiss on my lips.

“Me either. It’s just for now. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” He nuzzles his nose into my wet cheek. “Be brave, baby. Take care of yourself and our son.” He leans down, pressing a long, tender kiss to my bump. “I love you. Both of you.” He rubs my back as I wipe tears from my face. His lips press longingly into my hair, discomfort obvious on his features.

“We love you.” I hiccup before taking a steadying breath. I need to keep it a little bit together here.

Nico is next.

“Don’t forget, you’re growing a future number 1 overall draft pick in there.” He jokes before wrapping me into a tight hug. “I love you. I’ll take care of your other boy here.”

“Love you.”

Timo gives me one more hug and a long, lingering smooch that makes my little brother shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. Our fingers stay laced together until they can’t anymore. I feel empty as my feet shuffle me towards the line with a vice-like grip on my red passport.

How did I ever leave him the times before this?

Timo follows me along the outside of the security line, step for step, until I disappear behind the glass.

- - - 

“You should take a break.” Rhea says to me at the end of May. I am leaning against the bar at the outdoor event we are presenting for a high-end technology firm. It’s outdoors on a gorgeous roof top overlooking Lake Constance.

“I’m fine.” I insist to her, ignoring the swelling I can feel in my ankles. The straps of my wedges are cutting deep grooves into my feet. If I was in a truthful mood, I would admit that I am not feeling great today.

“I’m the boss now.” She quips at me. “Go. Take. A. Break.”

“We are co-partners.” I shake my head at her. Rhea becoming a partner was a long-term goal that my pregnancy rushed forward. She has kept the business thriving while I lived in New Jersey with Timo the first few months of the year. I’m grateful for her support and partnership in this next chapter.

“It still means I get to tell you what to do… half of the time. Seriously. Things are going well. Go sit down. Get some water. Maybe a snack for this guy.” She pats my belly and strolls away to chat with the catering supervisor.

I take her advice, easing into a chair off to the side, hidden from the guests. My hand strokes my belly where the baby kicks against one of my organs.

“Settle.” I muse. “Let’s call daddy quick.”

I press his name on my phone, bringing the speaker to my mouth as I scratch a newly forming stretch mark on the side of my hip. The phone rings and rings with no answer. I furrow my brows then find myself grinning at the sound of Timo’s voicemail greeting.

“Hi Timo Meier, it’s your baby mama. I have a complaint about our son and his rib kicking again.” I chuckle, then sigh. “Well, you’re busy cleaning or packing or dancing with drunk cats I’m sure. Call me when you can. We love you.” I click end, tossing my phone onto the little side table to my right.

Right now, things are lonely here. Soon, that will change; Timo will be home with me and our son. He’ll hold me and rub my swollen feet and get me through these last few, uncomfortable months of pregnancy. It’s unfortunate that he’ll be returning without a cup. But a loss in the Eastern Conference Finals is still a better result than the prior year. He’s close to greatness. Maybe next year, our son and I can witness it together. 

A cool breeze blows the strands of my brown hair about. I close my eyes, focusing in on the sweet smells of summer, pushing into my belly to adjust the baby’s foot moving against my ribs again. 

“You’re a little bit of a handful these days.” I murmur down to my belly. I smooth my dress out, watching as it bounces with the wild movements of the baby spinning about. “Ow.” I mutter, then push myself back up into a standing position. This helps move him lower and out of my ribs. So much for sitting.

Ding

I pull my phone up to look at the text from Timo.

How do you sound so beautiful and I can’t even see you?? Can’t talk right now, drunk cats and all 😉. I’ll try to catch you before you go to sleep. Miss you two. Love you more.

Please call. Wake me, I don’t care. I miss you a lot today.

Just you?

Okay, we 🙄

That’s better. Two 😘😘 for my sass queen and my buddy. Gotta go!

To where, I’m not sure. I want to ask but ultimately don’t.

I find out later when the door to our bedroom creeks open, jolting me out of a deep sleep.

“Sorry, baby.” I hear Timo say. It takes a moment for me to register his voice is in the room with me. When I feel his large hand cupping my baby bump, I know it’s real. “ Hi beautiful.” He presses his lips to mine. They curl into a smile under his mouth.

“You’re home.” I say, surprised. The Devils just lost three days ago. He shouldn’t be halfway across the world already.

“Yeah. Skipped out on everything to get here with you. I’ve missed too much.”

“I’m okay with that.”

“Look at you.. finally in this bed.” He chuckles. I’ve never been to his place in Switzerland before. It was strange coming here for the first time without him. The neighbors definitely gave me looks.

“Exactly how you pictured it?” I stick my tongue out at him.

“Yeah.” He laughs, stroking our son. “I saw the nursery.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah. It’s perfect. You did such a good job.” His lips press against mine again. His hand comes to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. My bump presses into his hips where I can feel him hard against me.

“Eight months pregnant and you’re still into me?”

“Fucking obsessed.” He murmurs. “Flew coach internationally just to get between these thighs.”

“Please… Make love to me in this bed.” I say against his lips, moving my tongue into his mouth. He grins into our kiss.

“You should know I used to cum at the mere thought of you in these sheets.” He admits.

“Ugh, that is hot.” I moan, lifting my hips slightly so he can pull my pajama shorts off.

“Always my best work too.” He insists, eyes darkening as my bare breasts spring loose from my bra. “Jesus, baby. These things are… massive.” He groans as he palms them. The edges of them now flow outside of his large hands. His skin against my nipples is invigorating. He releases both breasts, bringing his mouth down. He places open mouth kisses all along the warm skin until he encloses over a nipple. My head falls back as I moan appreciatively. 

“So good.” My voice is needy, encouraging him to slide a hand down between my legs. He spreads my thighs wider, then uses his fingers to move my wet panties to the side. He plays with my slick flesh, kneading and circling until I’m pressing insistently into his hand.

It’s been so long since he’s touched me. It doesn’t take much more of our rhythmic movements to make me cum. I run my fingers up his jaw as he kisses me deeply. Eventually, we work each others clothes off, fumbling awkwardly in the dark.

“How should we do this?” He chuckles. I’m too pregnant to be on my back. I would need a few pillows to support my belly doggy style. I can be on top, but the thought of him seeing my pregnancy chins up close and personal feels like a turn off.

“Um, maybe side by side.” 

“You don’t like that.” He immediately shakes his head.

“I said that once and it’s because you were too wasted to fuck me right.” I roll my eyes at him as he drops his mouth open in shock.

“You came that night!”

“Did I?” He sucks in a shocked breath and holds it while pursing his lips at me. “I did.” I admit, snickering as we get into position. I am on my side, legs close together and knees curled up while he takes an approach from under me so we are almost making a T. 

“Time to shut you up.” He snips, stroking his cock through my slit. I’m so wet and slick, he glides right through, teasing my clit with sloppy friction. He reaches for the baby, anchoring a hand there while the other reaches for my hand, lacing our fingers together as he enters me. I bite my lip, sucking in a deep breath at the intensity. The increased blood flow has everything tightened for me. He feels incredible- so thick and filling. “Mmm, now it feels like I’m home.” He moans, easing out and then pumping back in.

“I missed you so much.” I groan, squeezing his fingers. 

“Yeah? Can you play with yourself for me. I can’t reach from here. Somethings in the way.” I run my fingers up my belly until I reach my nipples, pinching them into stiff peaks. 

“No baby talk.”I whine as I continue stroking my nipples. We’ve had sex many times since I’ve been pregnant but not since the baby has been this big. If he kicks against my organs right now, I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep going. 

“Okay, but stay still, buddy.” He gently rubs my stomach as he increases his thrusts. All baby talk ceases as I start moaning my baby daddy’s name, begging for him to keep going. Our thrusts echo through the room, the silky sheets, adding a soft pleasure as I writhe against them.

“Ohmygod. Oh… ohmygod.” I whimper as he presses deeper into me, picking a staccato beat. I suck in a shaky breath, then roll my head back against the pillow to shout loudly at the ceiling as I come. My inner muscles clench around his cock as he slows his thrusts. I melt into the pillow, biting my lip as his last few thrusts combine my cum with his. “Was that… good for you?” I ask into the dark. He didn’t make much noise and now I’m feeling a little insecure that I just had an amazing time and he thought it was meh.

“No.” He admits, sliding out of me. “It was way better than that.” Happy tears pinch my eyes as he moves to the side of me. “It’s been awful here without you.” I sniff as he wraps his arms around me. He is patient and sweet as a few drops make a break for it down my cheeks. “Sorry, I can’t control it.”

“I know, Em. It’s cute.” He combs his fingers through my hair, letting his hand fall into the rest of my hair fanned out behind my head. “Your hair is so long.”

“Yeah, it’s the prenatals.”

“Kinda like it.”

“Enjoy it now. It’s all gonna fall out after I give birth. At least that’s what I’ve read.” I study his face, silently terrified he will lose interest in me with the mark pregnancy, and soon birth, is leaving on my body. 

“I’d love you even if you were bald.” He says it with such confidence, giving his head a reassuring nod.

“I don’t mean all of it.” I snort, scratching an itch at the end of my nose. He goes quiet, just looking into my eyes. I’m laying slightly on my side, scrunched up against his left arm, hair tossed behind my head with a slight sheen of sweat still clinging to my skin.

“So many nights I dreamed of being here like this with you.” His voice holds so much emotion, causing me to bite my lip. “But the reality of you here, pregnant with our baby… is better than any dream.”

I nod my head in agreement, then spend the next few minutes we are awake, kissing him in tender appreciation.

- - -

The day our son is born starts like any other off-season day. Timo and I share breakfast together before he heads out to train with Nico. By the time he comes back, I am having pain in my abdomen and back. He finds me on the birthing ball in the middle of the living room, watching TV with my phone as a timer.

“Hey babies.” He kisses the top of my head. “Gonna rinse off in the shower quick.”

“I think I’m having contractions.” I’ve had Braxton Hicks on and off for the last couple of weeks, but this is different. More consistent timing and deeper. Timo grins.

“Yeah?” He wiggles his eyebrows excitedly. He cannot wait for our son to enter this world. “Do I have time to shower?”

“Yes, I’m not- oh!” I gasp as my water breaks mid-sentence. “I guess not.” I finish with a laugh of disbelief.

“I’ll get the bags!” He is visibly giddy as I stare at the fluid beading down the silicon ball between my legs.

14 hours later, I fall back into the pillows of the hospital bed, convinced that I can’t push anymore than I already have for the last hour. Timo stands on my left, hands full, one with my left leg and the other with my hand.

“Am I doing this right?” I groan to Dr. Lori. “Why isn’t he out?” It comes out as a hiccup of a sob. I’m so tired. I’m sweaty and emotional and I think if Timo tells me one more time how great I’m doing, I’m gonna have to slap him.

“Yes, you’re doing this right.” Dr. Lori assures me. “His head is almost out. Bare down hard on this next one and we are going to see progress.” My lips and eyebrows crumple into a deep frown. 

“This fucking sucks.” I hiss before I tighten my grip on Timo’s hand and push as hard as I can. The intensity of what I know is a head forcing out is so strong that I forget to breathe for a second. Timo’s thumb brushes comfortingly against the leg he’s holding.

“In and out, babe.” Timo demonstrates, squeezing my hand back. I turn to look at him, eyes wild with distress.

“Oh my god, this is so intense.” I grit my teeth together as I finish through the push. The pain burns and pierces even through the various medications flowing into my IV.

“This is so hard, baby, but you’re doing great. Keep going. He’s so close. So close, Em.” Timo’s steady voice gets me through the worst of it.

“Great job! His head is out. Hold off. Do not push.” I feel her fingers gliding along, checking him and working on adjusting him for the rest of delivery.

“Okay.” I grind my teeth harder as my forehead tightens in concentration and pain. “Babe, help. Say… something. Anything… to distract me.” The need to push is so intense that it physical hurts to keep my body from doing it. I hiss in my breaths as I hold back, listening to Timo tell me how much he loves me.

“You’re almost done. Moments away from meeting our baby.” His fingers rub against the back of my hand.

“I’m going to turn him and then you’re going to push him the rest of the way out.” I grunt out in pain as she twists him so his shoulder’s can come out. My eyes roll back into my head as Timo grips my fingers in acknowledgement. He grimaces hard at the discomfort on my face; He hates seeing me like this.

“Yep, that’s the worst part.” Dr. Lori confirms. “Push now. Steady and hard.” I let my body take over and in one more big exertion, I can feel Lio Meier enter the world completely. The relief is instant. I fall back into the pillows in absolute exhaustion, eyes drooping but eager for a peek of our baby.

“Emma.” Timo is choking on tears when he sees him. “He’s here.” He brushes the sweaty strands of hair from my forehead. “Look at the perfect baby we made.” His lips are on my face, whichever part of it they can reach over the bar of the hospital bed.

Dr. Lori holds our son up in all his screaming glory. The overwhelming emotions charge through me as tears of every feeling collect together in my eyes. I begin to shake from adrenaline and pride, turning to kiss Timo’s lips.

“Your parents have been waiting for you, Lio.” Dr. Lori cheers as she holds him up. The nurse beside my head works with Timo to unsnap my gown. Lio is placed on my bare chest and the axis of our whole world shifts right here in a St. Gallen hospital.

“I’m so proud of you. You were amazing. Absolutely incredible.” Timo’s praise swells in my chest beneath our son. I wrap my hands tighter around him, barely aware of the liquids that coat his little body. 

“Do you want to cut the cord, dad?” Dr. Lori asks. When she calls him dad, Timo’s eyes fill again and he nods because he can’t speak. I bite my bottom lip, watching as she walks him through how to do it. When it’s done, he gives me a pleased grin.

“Just as hard as my job.” I joke. He leans down, placing our lips together in a kiss that has a depth greater than anything on earth. He kneels all the way down to eye level with us, large hand coming to Lio. I watch him stroke the thick, wet hair on our son’s head. His blue eyes swim with tears, letting them dash freely down his face. 

“Thank you, Em. I’ll never be able to repay you for him.”

It’s true. Growing and birthing a human for us is something he can’t do. But I know a fair enough comparison. It’s a moment I’ve thought about since we separated in New Jersey.

“Marry me?” I say. He pauses, eyes snapping to mine. New, fat tears flow down, mixing with the sweat on my face and neck. I don’t need another moment on this earth to convince me that he is my forever. I’ve known it for years anyway. His lips tighten with emotion for a moment before he leans forward to kiss me. With one hand on our baby and one on my head, we fall in love with each other all over again. Together this time.

“I’m supposed to ask you.”

“You’re taking too long.” I insist between our soft smooches. 

“You’re very impatient for someone convinced she didn’t want this.” He pulls back to gaze tenderly into my eyes. “Guess it’s a good thing there is a diamond ring in my bag.” He lets go of my hand to reach for his bag on the couch. I grip our son tighter, watching as he pulls the red box from between two t-shirts. My legs are still spread open as they do post-birth work. Our son is filled with bodily fluids. I’m high as a kite on hormones and drugs. But when he slips that 4 carat ring onto my finger, everything about this is perfect.

Our doctors and nurses cheer in congratulations that make me laugh against Timo’s mouth.

“You didn’t say yes.” I tease through my joy, admiring the way the large diamond glistens against our son’s body.

“Yes, baby. Yes, for the rest of my life.”

[ladylooch]

Loving & Leaving - Part 6

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A/N: The ending we all deserve 😭 Thank you so much for your love and support on this one. Writing these two was so fun and I secretly never want it to end. I did a quick lil poll on Saturday and you guys want to see more! So, there will be more at some point, probably sprinkled in with other requests. Or if you have an idea for me, send it over when requests open again!

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, swearing, breastfeeding.

As an event planner, and a bride, I’m throughly impressed with how our wedding has turned out.

When Timo suggested on Day 2 of Lio’s life that we get married before the season, I looked at him like he was crazy. But then, Rhea came to visit us in the hospital. I casually mentioned the possibility of a small, September wedding to her. My best friend’s eyes began to sparkle.

“Just say go and I’ll get it together.” She held her hands in front of her face like she was pleading with me.

Timo said go before I could stop him.

The reality of it all coming together was better than if I had two years to plan it. Rhea and I called in favor after favor from our contacts. Our beloved vendors showed up in droves, offering their services despite the quickness to create a perfect day for us. The biggest surprise was the availability of the Storchen in Zurich. Their gorgeous banquet room easily houses the 75 people who are here to celebrate our nuptials. It’s a smaller group because of the timing, which is tine with us. Timo and I would have been fine just us and Lio. 

I’m grabbing another glass of champagne at the bar, taking the opportunity to appreciate our work. It really has been the best day. From getting ready, to the first look and our written vows, even when Lio spit up on Timo’s jacket and he had to go without for the ceremony. It was all perfect. I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

“Here you are. Congratulations, Emma!” Marc, the bar manager, cheers me with a wink.

“Thank you. For everything today.” 

“Only for you. We are going to miss you.”

“I’ll be back.” I nod earnestly.

And I will be. While Rhea is running our business in Switzerland, I’ll be launching it in New Jersey. I’m both excited and terrified at the prospect of going international with the little business I formulated out of college. Timo keeps assuring me there is no way I can fail. Not when we are together.

My lips twist up at the thought. I turn, leaning back against the bar and seeing my husband across the room in conversation with Nico and Philipp Kurashev. He looks so damn good tonight. I can barely wait to have him. He’s standing next to the wall of windows, sipping a drink and listening to Nico speak. A chuckle shakes his shoulders. His gaze lifts, scanning the people until his blue eyes rest on me. He scans along my body, smiling bigger in recognition of my look. He tosses me a wink. 

But there is no more game to play. We’ve already caught each other for life.

He moves back into conversation with my brother, adding something that makes both Nico and Phillipp laugh. I bite my lip, deciding I’m done not being the center of his attention. My brown eyes feast on my husband as I approach the three men. Timo laughs loudly and then takes a long pull from his whiskey. As he lowers the glass, his blue gaze finds me closer than before. Timo steps through the circle, completely uninterested in the conversation now that I’m within touching distance.

“Mrs. Meier.” It’s more than a greeting. The tone of his voice is ecstatic as his lips find mine. I sigh, melting briefly into his chest. One of his hands slides down my side to my ass, resting there confidently. 

“Your wife needs help.” I breath out when we pull apart.

“With?”

“Getting out of this dress.” His eyes deepen before scanning down my body. 

“Lead the way.” 

I slide my hand into his and we begin to walk from the room together. Soon, we are out of the event space and alone in the hall. Timo takes the opportunity to put his lips against my neck. I suck my cheeks in, nibbling briefly before an unstoppable moan falls from my mouth. I stop in front of the bridal suite, hand on the knob, tilting my head more to the side as his lips explore further. His tongue dips into the crook of my neck.

“Open the door.” He murmurs around his kisses. I do as I’m told so we can walk in together. Once the door is shut, he begins tugging at his tie. “You need help with something else besides this dress?” I bite my lip, nodding enthusiastically.

“There are rules to this though.” I say, watching him while trying to keep my desire at bay a little longer. “You need to undo the buttons completely. No ripping.” His eyes narrow slightly but he nods.

“Turn.” He demands as he approaches. I do so and sweep the curled tendrils of my hair into a bun at the nape of my neck. “Remember last time I took a dress off of you?” He presses his mouth to the meaty part of my neck, sinking his teeth in there for a moment.

“Yes, we have a six week old as a daily reminder.” Goosebumps break out onto my skin as I feel Timo’s fingers on the first button. I close my eyes and focus on deep breaths to take the edge off. I want him. Every part of him. Every inch of his skin on mine until the ache I have for him settles into something more bearable. The fabric begins to separate as he works a few more buttons loose. He stops for a moment, leaning forward and placing his lips against the indents bruising my skin. 

“Mmm.” I hum. Timo stills. 

“Baby.” His voice is a low, warning of a growl. “Let me rip this off you. I will buy you a new one.” My eyes open and meet his in the vanity mirror in front of us. He looks like a man possessed- blue eyes molten, tight jaw, nostrils flared. I shake my head because I can’t say the word no when he is looking at me like that. He sucks his cheeks in and pushes out a heavy exhale before continuing. 

His fingers move faster, more careless with each slice of skin exposed to him. Finally, the last button releases and the fabric loosens around my upper body. Timo’s hands slide around, finding my wet folds, brushing each of his fingers against them. I lean back into his chest as he stokes me. His jaw brushes my temple as I feel him pulling steady breaths into his lungs. My eyes open and I watch us together in the mirror. The grip of desire tugs at me from deep within and I pant when he grinds his hips into me. Even through the fabric of my dress, I can feel how hard he is.

“How are you going to fuck your wife for the first time?” I ask into the mirror. He grins as he nibbles against the side of my throat. His fingers stretch my folds open to forcefully press into my clit with his middle finger. My knees buckle, shoving my ass into his hard length.

“Exactly how she likes it.” He says against my wet skin. “Fast… and deep… until she can’t speak.”

With that, I pull my arms from the straps of my dress and turn. Timo wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up so the dress falls completely to the ground.  He sets me down immediately. I begin tugging at his belt, needing him as quickly as possible. Timo watches me with those same hungry eyes as I pull him from his pants and slide my lips against the plumped head. I only get a few licks and sucks before he is pulling me off of him, guiding me to lean against the back of the couch. He shoves his pants the rest of the way down so they settle around his ankles. Then his hands are on my hips, roughly pulling me back to him. His plumped head bumps against my entrance before he eases me down. My fingers curl into fists at how tightly he fills me. 

“You okay?” He groans, aware that we haven’t had sex much since Lio was born. Sure, it’s a little uncomfortable, but I don’t care about that. The pain I need him to ease right now is a tight coil in my abdomen, begging for release. My manicured nails dig deeply into my palms as I assure him I’m fine and plead him to move.

“Fuck. My wife feels incredible.” He praises. He leans over me and begins to fuck me exactly like he told me he would. I reach back, shoving his white shirt away so our bodies can connect fully with no barriers. 

“T, I’ve been needing you like this all day” I cry. I feel his chest rumble with agreement along with a breathy kiss on my neck. “Just like that.” I encourage him as each thrust fills me completely. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, then turn to wetly kiss his mouth.

“I can tell. You’re so wet.” He pulls out less and less each time until I feel the coil intensify to the point I can’t breathe. His balls slap me hard with each intense thrust. My mouth fades away from his as I feel the release begin. It crashes into me, rushing through my veins, tightening my nipples and making my husband groan deep in his chest. His grip on my hips is powerful as I feel his warm cum coat my walls. He pushes out a strangled breath, resting his forehead against my back. For a few moments, only our heavy breathing fills the room. Finally, Timo raises his head, placing kisses along my back where the divots are still present from my dress.

I stand to my full height and turn to drape my arms around his shoulders. He slides his arms around me, hands pressing me tightly to him. I lay my cheek against his chest. We sway gently, holding one another intimately after the best day of our lives.

“That was spectacular.” I murmur to him.

“That was just round one, baby.” He smooths my hair delicately as he talks.

“Good. Because I have something for you later that you’ll like.” I smile coyly, thinking of the bridal lingerie I purchased for us.

“We don’t… need to go back right? We can just leave and head to bed.”

“No.” I narrow my eyes at him, pulling away. “Plus, some things are worth the wait.”

“I hate waiting to have you.” He teasingly snarls his lip at me. I shrug my shoulders which makes my breasts dance against the buttons of his shirt. My nipples tighten into large points. Timo pouts, knowing they’re off limits. I chuckle lightly, stepping away from him. He immediately reaches for my hand, tugging me back into his chest. His ocean eyes drink me in- sparkling eyes, pink cheeks, and smudged lip paint from his kisses. The smile he gives me has my knees weak. “How am I lucky enough to have you forever?”

“I was just wondering the same thing.” I lean forward and give him a sweet, sincere kiss. His hand travels down, grabbing a fistful of my bare butt. “Love you, T. For the rest of my life.” We stare at each other for another few moments before a knock sounds at the door. Timo turns so my naked body is shielded by his.

“Hey! Meiers! It’s cake time!” I hear Rhea’s voice come through the door. “Quit fucking and get out here!” She doesn’t even give us a chance to respond before she is off down the hallway again, laughter following her steps.

“I think our reputation has caught up with us.” I press a final kiss to his lips before crossing the room for my reception dress. It’s ivory fabric that drapes to mid calf. The A line cut gives way to sleeves that drape along my biceps for an off the shoulder look. I slide into it then turn to my husband for him to zip me up. I rearrange my diamond necklace and kick off my heels to slide into sparkling, pink sneakers. I turn to Timo for his approval. 

“Perfect.” I nod in appreciation, then walk across the room to retouch my lipstick.

In the meantime, Timo redresses in his pants. He works the buttons of his shirt down so it isn’t tight against his throat anymore. He sheds his tie and rolls up his sleeves to expose his tan forearms. I pause from replacing the cap on my lipstick as he finishes the last roll of his shirt. Our eyes meet in the mirror again and we share a familiar smile.

“Ready, Mrs. Meier?” He reaches a hand out for me- the hand I get to hold for the remaining decades in my life. I click the cap into place and nod.

“Ready, Mr. Meier.” We both giggle then begin a leisurely walk to rejoin our party.

_ _ _

Our honeymoon is set to begin in under an hour, but Timo and I are struggling to get out of bed after our late night.

I’m feeding Lio, ghosting my fingers over his nose at each one of his suckles. Timo is scrolling through our reservations for Italy, making sure everything is in order before we leave. We picked Italy because it’s nostalgic for both of us. We have spent numerous family vacations there growing up, plus we didn’t want to be too far away from Lio for our first time away.

“Do you need anything?” Timo asks me, looking at Lio, surprised at seeing him still actively eating. He’s definitely in a growing stage.

“No, we are okay.” I assure him. I take my hand off Lio’s face, lacing my fingers with Timo’s left hand. I bring it to my face, kissing along his fingers while he checks the last reservation.

“Okay, I think we are all set.. whenever he is done.” As Timo says that, Lio releases, moving his face away.

“Magic!” I grin at my husband, handing Lio over.

Timo begins to pace the room with our son, exclaiming excitedly at every burp that works out of his little body. When he is done, they both return to the bed next to me. We soak in every little noise and expression on our baby’s face. A few bubbles of drool collect on his lips as he wiggles awkwardly around in my arms. Timo reaches out to wipe the the spit from Lio’s chin. My eyes catch the silver wedding ring around his finger. I turn to him, pressing my lips to his cheek. He works his lips over to mine, gliding his tongue along the seam of my mouth.

“Mmm, just like I thought last night. You taste better as my wife.” He murmurs. I wrinkle my nose in appreciation. Rounds 2 and 3 were pretty damn good.

“Maybe we can change our plans and take him with us?” I question, searching his blue eyes as a crease appears between his brows. 

“No. I don’t want to share you. Not even with the world’s cutest baby.” As if on cue, Lio blows spit bubbles, shoving his tongue out at us.

“He doesn’t want us to leave.” I giggle, bringing him up to my face to kiss his cheek.

“How we gonna give him a sibling if he’s in the room with us the whole time?”

“Shut your beautiful mouth. I am not doing that again right now.”

Timo’s laughter fills our room as I pant in exasperation.

“Next year?”

“Maybe.” I respond, brushing Lio’s brown locks off his forehead. His eyes close at my touch, snuggling deeper into my propped thighs.

“We need to go soon.” Timo reminds me.

“Five more minutes, daddy.” He nods, as I manuever my head into his lap. As he strokes his fingers through my hair, he lays his head against the headboard, eyes closing. We are quiet together, listening to Lio’s sweet noises as he begins to fall asleep sucking on his hand. “Thank you.” I break the silence, pressing a kiss to Timo’s abdomen. “For all the planned and unplanned parts of our life.”

“Not sure any of this was really planned.” He responds without opening his eyes. 

“Maybe not. But I dreamed of it… with you.” His eyes pop open to look down at me. “Two summers ago. On the dock at Nico’s house when he was in Milan. That’s when I fell in love with you.” His smile stretches his lips apart. “Yeah, I know. I suck for not admitting that sooner.” 

“No, I.. I knew, Em. That was when you started touching me different. And holding my hand in the car and laying with me for hours in bed, long after you should have kicked me out.”

“I didn’t like watching you leave much after that. It was a peek at our life together. And I liked it.”

“Me too. It’s why I started getting so frustrated with you.”

“How about I make it up to you for the next 60 years?” He sucks in a deep breath, looking at the ceiling like he’s really contemplating. I scoop Lio up to my face to press feathery kisses along his soft head while I wait. Timo watches me as I do this, unable to hide the joy that fills his body.

“Only because you look that beautiful holding our baby.” 

“Please, please, please, please let’s take him!” 

“No.” Timo insists. “Give him one last smooch and I’m bringing him to Auntie Liss.” I can’t just do one. So after five kisses, we leave the bed and meet Timo’s sister, Larissa, in our kitchen.

“Take him before she tries to smuggle him into the car.” Timo jokes, handing Lio to his sister. “He should be good to go for a couple of hours. Em just fed him and he’s been changed. Hopefully he will be passed out before we leave the driveway.”

“Okay! Are you ready to have some fun, bubs?” She bounces him, lightly patting his butt too. “We will be fine.” She says to where I watch across the room. I bite my lip, giving pleading eyes to my husband.

“You promised me 60 years of make up sex. And you’re paying up starting the minute we check in.”

“That is not what I said!” I widen my eyes at his sister. She shrugs.

“I don’t care what you do as long as it keep giving me these cute babies.”

“Call if you need anything or have any questions or…”

“Bye!” Timo calls as he places his hands on my hips, forcing me backwards.

“One more kiss.”

“You’re making this harder on yourself.” He chuckles.

I know he is right, but it doesn’t make it any easier to leave.

When we arrive in Italy, our hotel staff greets us with enthusiasm. They grab all of our bags, hand us each a cappuccino, and personally escort us to the honeymoon villa on the property. It’s decked out to the nines with charcuterie and snacks. The best part is a bucket of champagne chilling on the table for us along with a box of chocolate covered strawberries. Timo wiggles his eyebrows excitedly at me, grabbing the chilled bottle.

“Wanna grab some glasses, baby?” He asks me, untwisting the metal basket atop the cork.

I glance around, seeing a few wine glasses resting by the fridge.

“These will do.” I insist, setting them in front of him. He gives us both a healthy pour.

“To us. Forever.” He clinks our glasses together as I smirk. I take a big swallow of bubbles, enjoying their explosions along my tongue. “Oh this is excellent.” He nods his head, turning the bottle to look at the label again. 

As he does that, I set my glass back on the counter and reach out for the button of his shorts. He quickly turns from the bottle with curious and excited eyes. 

“You said pay up right away.” I shrug innocently.

I work his zipper down, then glide my hand into his underwear. I stroke him once, then twice, maintaining eye contact with each pass over his length. I grin when I get him to close his eyes in a long blink. He exhales gently, firming fully in my hand as I stroke my thumb along his thick vein. I lean forward, filling his mouth with my tongue. He matches my aggressive kisses, both of us sucking each others lips.

“I want you down my throat.” I tell him when I pull away. He observes with greedy eyes as I get on my knees. My hair is down, but his hands work it back from my face so he can watch his cock inch into my mouth. His jaw drops open in a strangled groan as I take him all the way back immediately. His abdominal muscles tighten under where my nose bumps into them.

“Baby.” He moans as I wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, stroking up as my throat wraps around his tip. “Oh fuck.” He jolts as I work his balls over with my other hand. “Again.” He begs me, fingerprints pressing firmly into my neck to push himself deeper. He opens his eyes, looking down at me on my knees. “You look so good right now with my cock in your mouth.” He reaches down to put his hand in my bra, palming my breast. I release his balls to grip his wrist as a reminder my breasts are filled with milk. “I know. Just gonna hold ‘em.”

“Am I being a good wife?” I ask him, dragging my tongue along the vein from base to tip.

“The best. You were made for me, baby.” He holds my chin, sputtering as I rest him against my tongue, wiggling along the cleft of his head.

“This mouth is yours now. Take it.” I sit back on my heels, mouth dropped open, tongue out as he guides himself back in. He widens his stance a bit, then puts his hands on both sides of my head and begins to fuck my mouth. He is gentle at first, then as he gets closer, he is wild. I reach up, gripping my hand tightly along his base and rolling his balls in my hand. His fingers spread along my whole head now, watching each flicker of joy in my eyes at his moans.

“I’m close.” He warns me, but I already know. He is tight and pulsing in my hand, begging for release as he slides a bit further down my throat. I hold back my gag, relaxing my throat so he can get to where he wants to be. I wiggle my tongue along the bottom. He sputters out a grunt, then brings himself a bit out of my mouth so I can collect his cum by stoking him through. I curl my tongue in, bringing the salty ribbons together to show him my collection. Then I fold it all back, swallowing it as he watches with hooded lids.

“When is dinner?” He eventually gathers the words to speak.

“Ten minutes.”

“We need to skip it.” He insists as I tuck him back into place. I work his zipper back up, then replace his button. Besides the taste of him in my mouth, it’s like it never happened. I smile, thinking of the times that used to matter when I would suck him off in the bathroom at Nico’s house before we would return, separately, to whatever party my brother was hosting.

“I need to eat.” I respond. He reaches his hands out for me to take and pulls me to a standing position.

“How? I just fed you.” 

“Ah!” I laugh, slapping at his chest. “Let me fix my lipstick and we can head to dinner.”

“Okay, but no pasta. I want you ready to go later.”

“Do not ever tell me what I can and can’t eat.” I snap, pointing my finger at his nose. He still has a faint scar from the big playoff hit two years ago. He rolls his eyes at my exaggeration, feigning like he’s going to bite my finger off.

“You’re going to fall asleep before I can have you, huh? You’ll be like, no let’s just cuddle for a minute, then I’ll be ready.” He mocks me with a loud snore. I scoff. I do not snore. He does since his broken nose.

“Maybe.” I shrug, sauntering to my purse to grab my YSL pink lipstick. “Tell you what. If I do, you can wake me up at 2 am to fuck. Like old times.”

“Deal.” He muses, folding his hands together against my stomach. He rests his chin on my shoulder, watching me in the mirror with adoring baby blues as I stroke the pink onto my lips. “You are so beautiful.” He says against my shoulder as he drops plump kisses along my warm skin.

“It’s cause I’m in love.” I turn my face to him. He gently kisses me, then pulls away completely.

“I’m going to head to the lobby and check in with the front desk about breakfast tomorrow. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He wiggles his brows at me tauntingly. “See you in five minutes?”

“Yeah.” 

“Kay. I love you, Emma Meier.” I widen my eyes excitedly at my new name.

“I love you.” I whisper back. He sighs happily, staring at me for another few seconds, then disappears from our room.

After freshening up, I go to where Timo waits for me in the hotel lobby. His back is towards me as I come from the courtyard, admiring him. He’s wearing a white, linen button up shirt, stretched wide across his strong shoulders. His hands are in his khaki pockets, expensive Swiss watch shining in the low lighting. The sun is setting over the rolling, grassy hills in front of him as he gazes out at the Italian country side. I fold my bottom lip into my mouth, taking in the way he commands attention from the other patrons. He looks so expensive and compelling. The rest of the world wishes to know him- what’s going on behind that intense blue gaze. 

Sometimes, only I know.

As I approach, I reach out for his arm, threading my hand through to dive into his pocket. Our fingers glide together. I’m blissful as the warm metal of his ring strokes my skin.

“You waiting for someone?” I inquire to him like we are strangers. He dips his gaze to me, ignoring the spectacular beauty dancing in front of us to look only at me.

“Yeah, the love of my life.” 

“Ah, I better go then.” I move to leave, but his hand possessively holds me in place. 

“You and your fucking jokes.” He mutters against my mouth. My shoulders shake with a silent laugh lost on his tongue.

“You’ve always been mine.” I soothe his mild frustration, gliding my hands along his abdomen to hold the muscular swells of his back. “Will be in our next lifetime too.” He rests his chin on my head in a gentle hug.

“You gonna avoid me for years then too?”

“Probably. You gonna put up with that?” He teases his lips over mine, pulling me tighter to him so I can feel him rigid against my stomach.

We aren’t going to make it to dinner.

“Yeah.” It’s a breathless sigh from his mouth. “What can I say? I’m a sucker for your loving & leaving.”