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theslushiestnoob · 1 month

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American Boy (pt.1)

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Word count: 2.4K

A scene where y/n and Hamzah meet for the first time 💕

English girl reader x hamzah

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The bright city lights of Toronto flashed past me as the taxi barreled down the street, a sense of excitement and nostalgia enveloping me. Arriving in early September was shaping up to be a good decision considering the beauty of autumnal Canada, the reddening leaves curling into themselves, the air cool but the brutish snow not yet setting in.

‘Going downtown, right?’ the taxi driver turned to ask me.

‘Yes please,’ I replied, repeating the name of my friend’s street in affirmation. I had landed from London the day before, and had given myself ample time to settle into my holiday rental before visiting Mandy, a lifelong friend of mine.

Despite the distance between England and Canada, we maintained our close bond through daily video calls and messages. Today would be the first day that I had seen her in nine years, since we were thirteen.

Organising this trip had been half spontaneity and half necessity - I had just completed my English degree at University, and was somewhat dreading beginning my teacher training. It was Mandy who suggested that I take a belated gap year, and within that time visit her in Toronto. It took some convincing, but the weariness from graduating was yet to subside, so it seemed like a good decision to get away. I would be in Canada for two months, a somewhat awkward amount of time - too long to be a mere vacation but far too short to put down any roots - but nonetheless I was excited. The possibility of adventure radiated from the metropolis of Toronto, surprise waiting around the turn of each street corner.

The taxi pulled up to the apartment block, the warm lights emanating from the facade casting a cosy glow into the air. It was the early evening, I was coming over for dinner and to officially meet Mandy’s long-term boyfriend, Martin. Of course, I had heard every detail of their relationship over the phone and had even spoken to him briefly on such a call, so he was not a total stranger. He seemed lovely and made Mandy so happy that I already cared for him vigorously.

I walked up to the third floor of the apartment building and knocked gingerly on the door. Despite how well I knew the girl, I was wracked with nerves. The door swung inwards, and there stood Mandy. Her round face crinkled into a wide smile, her cropped hair framing her soft features.

‘Oh my God!’ She exclaimed, rushing forward to pull me into a tight embrace.

‘I can’t believe you’re here. This is crazy,’ I returned her hug and giggled into her hair.

‘And Christ, you’re tall,’ She leaned back, hands lingering on my shoulders as she appraised me.

‘I know,’ I laughed. She was significantly shorter than me, a fact far less apparent when communicating through a phone screen.

‘I still can’t quite believe that I’m here, to be honest. It’s been so long,’ She began to pull me into the apartment, shutting the door behind me.

‘Argh! I’m so excited. You need to meet Martin.’ The warm smile that enveloped her face at the mention of his name confirmed my affection for him. As if summoned, a tall and slender man appeared from around the corner.

‘Martin! We finally actually meet,’ I say as he throws an arm around both mine and Mandy’s shoulders in a side-hug.

‘Hi! This one here,’ he pauses to give Mandy a tender kiss on the top of her head, ‘hasn’t stopped talking about you for the past week. It’s nice to officially meet you.’ He drops his arm and retreats back into the apartment, beckoning for us to follow.

‘So, Martin’s friend is coming over later to film, I hope that’s alright, but I thought that we could order takeout and watch some trashy TV.’ Mandy says as she walks into the open-plan living area of the apartment, a sleek black kitchen overlooking a cosy living room backed by an exposed-brick wall.

The far wall was entirely occupied by a large window, affording a stunning view of downtown Toronto. Two cats lay sprawled on the yellow plush sofa, and a small Chihuahua sat attentively by Martin’s feet. It was a perfect house, so quintessentially Mandy.

‘Sounds perfect.’ I grinned.

‘Oh my God, these people annoy me,’ I say, gesturing toward the TV. ‘Like, why can they never just be nice to one another?’

Mandy giggled, also engrossed in the latest episode of Love Island.

‘I agree, but I don’t think that would be half as entertaining as this trainwreck.’

There was a knock on the door, startling me from my comfy position snuggled into a plush blanket.

‘I’ll get it!’ Yelled Martin from the next room over, followed by the sound of his light footsteps and the door clicking open.

‘Hey, man,’ Martin said.

‘What’s up?’ a voice replied. The voice was deep but honeyed, carrying through the hall to where Mandy and I could hear.

‘His friend’ Mandy mouthed to me. I nodded and looked back to the television screen.

Martin walked back into the room, his friend following behind him.

‘Hi Hamzah,’ Mandy greeted him, smiling as he reached to pat her shoulder affectionately.

‘Hey Mandy,’ he replied, before his eyes flitted to me beside her.

His eyes held an intriguing intensity, as if asking a question. They were a warm, deep brown, and framed by dark eyelashes. His skin was the colour of caramel, his cheeks slightly flushed from the cold air outside. Dark curls framed his angular face, falling just above his thick eyebrows in somewhat unruly ringlets. His lips were plump and pointed, accentuated by a defined cupid's bow. A pair of rectangular glasses sat on the arch of his wide nose, enlarging his already big eyes.

‘This is y/n,’ Mandy said, acknowledging him looking at me. Almost instinctively, Hamzah reached toward his face and whipped off his glasses, shoving them in the back pocket of his dark jeans.

‘Hi, y/n. I’m Hamzah,’ he smiled, holding his hand out for me to shake. I smiled and took his hand, amused by the formal nature of the introduction.

‘It’s lovely to meet you, Hamzah.’

‘England?’ his voice rose at the end of the word, turning it into a question.

‘Uhh…’ I began to stutter

‘Your accent. You’re from England, right?’ He interrupted, an expression of genuine curiosity on his face. He seemed slightly flustered by the blunt delivery of his question.

‘Yeah, um, I’m from London,’ I smiled warmly at his recognition of my accent.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out like that,’ He turned to Martin and smiled, partly for humour and partly for validation that he hadn’t been impolite.

‘You’re not Canadian?’ I ask, ‘You don’t say sorry like Mandy does,’ I point out, pronouncing the word the elongated Canadian way of saw-ree.

He laughed at my impression and Mandy shot me a death glare.

‘No, I’m American, actually. I was raised in Illinois,’ he nodded briskly, and I copied the motion.

He held his dark eyes on me as if appraising me, an indistinguishable look on his face. The prolonged eye contact made my stomach flip, yet I could not tear my gaze away.

‘Dude, we have to go film,’ Martin prompted him.

‘Yeah,’ Hamzah said, breaking the eye contact and turning toward Martin. They both walked out of the room.

I knew of Martin’s job as a YouTuber and had always been intrigued by it. It was every child’s dream growing up, and it was very impressive to me that he made a livelihood out of it. I never found the urge to look him up, though, only knowing the basic facts about his channel, that it was shared between him and a friend - who I now knew to be Hamzah. I also knew that Mandy was a sort of fan-favourite, and that she had started vlogging too. This fact was endearing to me, and I felt a surge of pride when she had told me. Of course she would be a favourite, I thought, who wouldn’t adore her?

Mandy and I returned to Love Island, commenting on the couplings and absurd challenges presented to the islanders, but all the while my mind was drifting to the other room.

The show had finished a while ago, so we had turned on some music to listen to while we caught up.

‘I mean it has literally been years,’ Mandy shook her head in disbelief as she said this.

‘It’s so weird, right? Seeing you all grown up in person is surreal. I mean, you’re basically married!’ I replied.

Mandy chuckled and hid her face with her wine glass.

‘What about you? Any men in your life?’ she asked, with a wiggle of her eyebrow.

I felt myself redden as I shook my head.

‘Nope. I was too focussed on school, to be honest. And I’m not really interested in the whole partying thing, so I hardly meet new people my age. But it's fine, I’m happy,’

Mandy looked at me sceptically, before sighing and rubbing my arm.

‘You never know what could happen on this trip,’ she said quietly, and I stiffened.

My mind instantly drifted to Hamzah. I imagined his beautifully rugged face, before dispelling the thought. I looked at the time on my watch and realised how late it had gotten.

‘Oh God, I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow, though?’

‘I’m working the morning, actually, but feel free to come round whenever, someone’s always here.’

As I rose out of my seat, the door to the adjoining room opened. Hamzah walked out of it, laughing with Martin who was following close behind.

‘Are you leaving now?’Mandy asks him as he passes by the sofa.

‘Damn girl, trying so hard to get rid of me,’ he deadpans.

Mandy responds with a withering death stare.

‘But yes,’ Hamzah concludes with a grin. He turns around and hugs Martin, smacking his back as he does so. When he turns again, he locks eyes with me once more. Standing, we are almost the same height, him being maybe an inch and a half taller than me.

‘She was just leaving now, too,’ Mandy says, ‘how did you get here again?’

‘I took a taxi, I’ll just grab another one. It’s only a twenty minute drive,’ I reply, pulling out my phone to call one.

‘Nah, I can drive you, if you want,’ Hamzah says, staring intently into my face, once again with an unreadable expression.

‘Are you sure? I don’t want you to go out of your way,’ I shake my head at the suggestion.

‘Really, it’s not a problem. C’mon, let's go,’ He says, starting for the door.

I turn to Mandy and see a sly grin on her face as she looks at Martin. She embraces me in goodbye, and I turn to follow Hamzah.

His car is parked just outside the apartment block, so it’s only a short walk in the whipping cold. Hamzah reaches for a handle and opens it, gesturing me inside.

Confused, I asked him, ‘Am I driving?’

He looked at me quizzically as I realised my mistake.

‘Oh, I forgot that you drive on the wrong side of the road!’ I say, and Hamzah’s face cracks into a grin.

‘You drive on the wrong side of the road, actually,’ he retorts.

I smile at him as I get into the car, glad for the relief from the cold night air.

He walks around the bonnet of the car and gets into the driver’s seat, ducking his head as he bends through the door.

He glances at me self-consciously as he reaches into his back pocket to retrieve his glasses. As nonchalantly as he can, he puts them on with one hand as the other reaches to start the car.

The car jolts into motion, thrumming mechanically beneath me.

‘Music?’ He asks, shooting me a sideways glance.

‘What are the options?’

‘Well, this car is old as fuck so I can only play CDs.’ He gestures for me to open the glovebox in front of me, and I pull out a holographic Disk.

‘Taylor Swift’s Red?’ I ask, narrowing my eyes in amusement.

‘Hey, don’t hate a man for having taste. Besides, it came with the car, so I’m being very frugal,’

‘Okay Mister Happy Free Confused and Lonely At The Same Time. No judgement here. Do you also have a keychain that says ‘fuck the patriarchy’?’

He grins at me and turns to focus on the road as I play the disk, the drums of State of Grace reverberating through the car.

Rain begins to slosh against the windows as the drive continues in silence, an air of awkwardness arising which I feel compelled to break.

‘So, what’s with the glasses?’ I ask.

He instinctively reaches up with his free hand to touch the frames, shooting me a sideways glance.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, you just seem self-conscious about them, but I don’t know why,’ I stare pointedly at him and watch him absent-mindedly fidget with the frames.

‘Uhh… I don’t know, I guess, I don’t wear them often in public,’ He replies, avoiding my gaze.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you out,’ I replied, feeling guilty at the prospect of embarrassing him. ‘I just meant that there's no need to be. They’re cute.’

Hamzah snaps his head to turn to me, his eyebrows scrunched quizzically. He opens his mouth as if to say something, but seemingly decides against it. He returns to staring intensely at the road and the rest of the journey continues in silence, aside from the melody of Taylor Swift’s Treacherous.

This slope is treacherous

This path is reckless.

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I hope that you guys enjoy this! Please let me know if you want me to post more, I have written so so much for this fic and am only posting the first scene lol so I have more in the bank 🙈

Have a great day 💕

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may-russell · 2 months

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Just the two of us... 🎶☕

You work at a coffee shop and once Hamzah notices you, he becomes a regular.

Word count: 1295.

!hamzah x fem reader.

Part 1/3:

It's a cloudy autumn afternoon, the streets of Toronto are covered in orange and brown dried leaves, the wind is blowing a chilly breeze and the sound of people flood the streets.

Hamzah wants a change of environment, he's in the middle of moving and the mess at home is too overwhelming to come up with new ideas for podcast episodes, so he decides to go out looking for somewhere he could sit down and work. He takes his backpack, packs his laptop, airpods, a notebook, wallet, keys and he's off to the city. After walking around downtown for a few minutes, he comes across this coffee shop he's never been to before, -this place looks comfy and quiet enough… And there's free wifi- he thinks to himself before going inside.

He takes a quick glance at the menu and walks up to the counter. "Welcome! What can I get you?" the barista asks, "Umm just a capuccino and a chocolate donut" (pretty basic) Hamzah replies. "Okay, you can take a seat and we'll get it to you”. "Thanks!" -What a nice guy- he thinks as he sits down on a brown armchair in the corner of the shop. He pulls out his laptop and places it on the table in front of him while he waits for his order. Immediately he feels a rush of ideas and gets straight to work, he's completely immerse into his screen until he hears a voice that snaps him out of focus… "Here you go sir! let me know if you need anything else :D"… And in that moment he forgot his own name, your eyes locked and he couldn't help but notice every detail on this girl's face, your eyes, your lashes, the freckles on the bridge of your nose, everything, he then realized he's staring way too much "I… Uh- thanks." It's all he managed to say. "No problem!" You say with a smile, the most beautiful smile he's ever seen, he looks for a nametag on your apron as you walk away, unable to see one.

Your pov: You're home getting ready for work, incense is lit, music is on, and you're taking your sweet time, you reeeaaaally dont want to go to work, you have another job during the weekdays, one you really enjoy but you need the extra cash, and your coworkers are pretty cool. It's a fun job, before you realize (you guessed it) you're late. You quickly grab your uniform and shove it in your bag and you're out the door. You manage to get there just in time and say 'hi' to Ethan, your coworker working the counter, and he waves at you while he takes this guy's order. You walk to the back to put on your apron and realize you forgot your nametag, "whatever" you brush it off, as you make your way to the front, there's an order in the display system screen waiting for you, a capuccino and a simple chocolate donut,-What a basic order- you thought, "Who's this for?" You asked Ethan, "It's that guy's over there on his computer" he said. You walked over to him and put his order down next to his laptop, carefully, trying not to spill anything "Here you go sir! let me know if you need anything else :D". He immediately looked up and your eyes locked, -Oh, he's cute- you thought to yourself, still smiling. "I… Uh- thanks." He bluntly said -…Maybe I stared too much- You were starting to overthink "No problem!" you stopped your train of thought and walked away.

You continued doing your job, not thinking much about the interaction you had with the cute guy, ocassionaly exchanging glances with him, he only got up once to buy a water bottle, you wonder what he’s working on, he seems around your age, maybe he’s a student writing a paper for an important class, or a writer working on his new novel, or a crypto guy checking stocks or whatever crypto guys do. A couple hours go by and your coworkers already clocked out as it's your turn to close the shop. It's 10pm now and you're starting to clean around, getting the shop ready for tomorrow morning when you realize there's still a customer left, a guy sitting on a brown armchair in the corner, the cute guy, still working on his laptop, you walk over to him

"Hey, just to let you know we'll be closing in 15 minutes" -"Oh! shit sorry, I didn't even realize I was the only one left." "No worries haha you seem busy, I didn't mean to interrupt". -"It's okay, I'm almost done, sorry again" "No problem, I'm just tidying around, do you mind if I play some music?" -"Not at all! Go ahead".

You connect your phone to the speakers spread around the shop and put on your favorite playlist, Just The Two Of us by Grover Washington, Jr starts playing as you sweep the floors. -Damn she's pretty AND she has good music taste- is all that goes through Hamzah's head as he takes a sip of water. He tries to hurry up and get his work done but his eyes keep drifting away from his screen on to the barista, the way she moves with the beat of the song, how her necklace sits on her neck, he wonders how long she’s worked there, if she’s read the books they have on the bookshelves, or if they’re just for decoration, she catches him staring and gives him an upside down smile, there’s no way to make it seem like he wasn’t looking at her, the embarrassment is enough to get his eyes back to his screen.

It's 10:35 now, you we're supposed to close 5 minutes ago, but the guy sitting in the corner is glued to his laptop, you don't want to interrupt, plus the shop is never this calm, the weather is nice, the delicious coffee smell mixed with the mint scented surface disinfectant you use to wipe the counters, music still playing, you could stay there all night. A couple more minutes go by and, at this point, you're just killing time waiting for him to finish. "Ugh finally" He mutters, his eyes wander around his screen until he sees the clock 10:46pm "Shit. She probably hates me now". He packs his stuff and gets up, ready to leave, as he walks to the exit he sees you, sitting down on a red couch reading a book, you look so peaceful, the light from the lamp next to you hits your face in just the right spots, your hair messier than before and your eyes focused on the words in the yellowish paper your fingers caress. He’s mesmerized by the view, he could stay there all night, but it’s time to go. "Hey! I'm really sorry I took so long, thank you for everything, I'm leaving now". "Bye!" you tiredly wave at him, not really paying much attention.

You lock the doors and head to the back to change your clothes, you can't wait to get home and take a warm shower, eat your leftovers from lunch and get some rest, as you turn the lights off you notice the guy forgot a notebook on the table he was working at, a black hard cover notebook full of scribbles, the first thing you saw as you opened it was a chinese proverb written down on red ink “The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step”. You thought all you needed to know about him was in those pages, so you stopped yourself from reading past the first one, and put it back down to text Ethan in case he came back to pick it up the next morning.

This is my first time writing, hope anyone likes it :)

part 2

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wannabehockeygf · 1 month

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wanted to see if i could request 50 and/or 60 with auston matthews please <3

an ego thing - auston matthews

“There are two ways that we can do this,

I know which one would be more fun,

I won’t go first, won’t apologize,

Pretty sure that it’s an ego thing,

But I cant stand a compromise.”

🔥 PROMPT #50 / #60: “Are you acting like a brat for a reason? // You wanted this, didn’t you?”

summary: an innocent night out twists once behind closed doors.

word count: 5.3k

pairing: Auston Matthews x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ NSFW! Unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), edging, blink and you’ll miss it spanking, choking, crying, general kinky shit, and degradation/derogatory language.

notes:

- back to smut I guess !!

- ^ I’ve been having trouble writing spicy things recently :( hopefully this isn’t awful

- not proof read

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The night air was cool against your skin, a welcome relief after the heat of the day. The streets of downtown Toronto buzzed with the low hum of people enjoying the last vestiges of summer, the city still alive despite the late hour. Hand in hand with your boyfriend, you felt the tension of the week finally start to melt away. His fingers intertwined with yours, grounding you, reminding you of how much you’d missed this—missed him—amid the chaos of work and his training.

The dinner with his teammates had been perfect. Laughter, good food, the easy camaraderie of a group who knew each other well. It was the kind of night that reminded you why you loved this city, this life. The weight of the world seemed lighter, and for the first time in what felt like ages, you allowed yourself to just be.

But now, as you walked back to his apartment, something shifted. Maybe it was the way his thumb stroked the back of your hand, or the way his voice had dropped a little lower as the night went on. You couldn’t quite place it, but a different kind of tension simmered beneath the surface, one that had nothing to do with stress or exhaustion.

You tried to brush it off, to focus on the conversation that had flowed so easily all night, but it was there—nagging at the back of your mind, a spark waiting for a flame.

By the time you reached his building, the air between you felt charged, almost electric. Still, you laughed at some joke he made as the elevator doors closed, the sound bouncing off the sleek, mirrored walls. But underneath, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart started to race, the anticipation that coiled tight in your stomach.

And then the door to his apartment clicked shut behind you.

Before you could fully register the change, he had you pinned against it, his body pressed flush against yours. The cool wood of the door bit into your back, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from him. His hand found your throat, fingers wrapping around your neck with just enough pressure to make your breath catch, your pulse thrumming wildly beneath his touch.

“Auston, what are you—“

“Don’t fucking act surprised,” he spits out, almost hisses as he adjusts his hand, just enough so you’re forced to look up at him.

His fingers tightened slightly around your throat, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep you exactly where he wanted you. The look in his eyes was dark, intense—like he was barely holding himself back. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a wild drumbeat that echoed in your ears as his other hand settled on your waist, fingers digging into your hip.

You swallowed hard, the movement restricted by the grip he had on you, and you tried to find your voice. “Auston, I—”

“You what?” he cut you off, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. “You didn’t think I’d notice? Didn’t think I’d see what you were doing tonight?”

Your mind raced, trying to piece together exactly what had pushed him to this edge. His gaze burned into you, leaving no room for doubt—he was talking about everything you’d done at dinner, every little touch, every playful glance. And suddenly, it all clicked.

The way you’d brushed your leg against his under the table, seemingly accidental but deliberately lingering just a second too long. The subtle arch of your back when you leaned across the table to grab your drink, knowing full well his eyes were on you. The casual way your fingers trailed up his arm, your nails lightly scratching the fabric of his shirt, sending a current of electricity straight through him.

He remembered every single thing.

Your breath hitched as his hand on your waist pushed a strap on your shoulder down to expose more skin, his fingers scorching hot against your skin. “I’ve been trying to keep it together all night, trying not to fucking drag you out of that restaurant and make you pay for all the shit you pulled,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. “But you had to keep pushing, didn’t you?”

You could barely think straight, your body responding to his words, to the way he held you like he was claiming you. Your skin tingled where he touched you, every nerve ending hyper-aware of him. His fingers at your throat flexed, his thumb brushing over your pulse, feeling how wildly it raced for him.

You weren’t used to seeing Auston like this—this raw, this possessive. And God, it turned you on more than you could’ve imagined.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “All night, baby. You’ve been teasing me all fucking night,” he rasped, his voice dripping with frustration, need. “And now, you’re gonna see what that does to me.”

A whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it, your knees going weak under his relentless grip. You could feel the hard lines of his body pressing against you, the tension coiled tight in every muscle.

You couldn’t breathe. Not because Auston’s hand was wrapped around your throat, though that certainly didn’t help—but because of the way he looked at you. Like he wanted to devour you whole, to make you pay for every single time you’d pushed his buttons tonight. You’d seen Auston frustrated, seen him riled up on the ice, but this…this was different. This was personal. This was desire laced with possession, with a need to remind you exactly where you stood with him.

Your pulse fluttered beneath his fingers, and you could feel the way his grip tightened, just slightly, as he watched you struggle to form a coherent thought. Auston had always been in control, always the one to take the lead, but this…this was him completely unraveling. And it was because of you.

The realization sent a thrill through you, a mix of fear and arousal that only seemed to feed the fire burning in his eyes. You’d pushed him tonight, and now he was pushing back, harder than you could’ve ever imagined.

“You think you can just fuck with me like that?” His voice was low, gravelly, each word dripping with frustration as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your skin. “You think I wouldn’t notice you practically fucking me with your eyes in front of everyone? Or the way you dragged your nails down my arm, like you couldn’t wait to get your hands on me?”

Auston’s words cut through you, sharp and precise, and you felt your knees weaken beneath you as the memory of every little touch, every teasing glance flashed through your mind. You’d done it on purpose, of course—pushing him, testing him, seeing how far you could go before he snapped. But you hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t expected him to pin you against the door the moment you were alone, to hold you there like he owned you.

And maybe, deep down, that’s exactly what you wanted.

The dress you wore—a short, sleek number that clung to your body in all the right places—suddenly felt too tight, too constricting, and you shifted against the door. The fabric slid up your thighs slightly, and Auston’s eyes dropped, his gaze following the movement with an intensity that made your heart stutter in your chest.

“God, this dress,” he growled, his hand on your waist tightening its grip as if to anchor himself. “You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you? Wearing this fucking thing and practically begging me to lose my mind all night.”

You swallowed hard, the motion restricted by his hand still gently holding your throat. His thumb brushed over the delicate skin there, and you shivered, a whimper escaping your lips before you could stop it. “Auston, I—”

“Shut up,” he snapped, voice low and commanding, and it sent a thrill through you, pooling heat low in your belly. “You don’t get to talk, not after the shit you pulled tonight.”

He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours, teasing you with his proximity but not quite touching. His breath ghosted over your lips, warm and intoxicating, and you felt your resolve weaken, every part of you straining toward him.

“You think I didn’t notice?” he murmured, voice soft but laced with a dangerous edge. “The way you kept looking at me like you wanted to eat me alive, running your tongue over your lips every time I caught your eye. Fuck, baby, you’re lucky I didn’t bend you over that table right then and there.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words, a delicious heat spreading through you as you remembered every little thing you’d done to get under his skin tonight. The way you’d leaned in close when he was talking to someone else, your breath hot against his ear as you whispered something innocent yet loaded with innuendo. The way your fingers had traced the lines of his tattoos when no one was looking, your touch light and teasing, promising something more if he could just be patient.

But Auston Matthews was never a patient man.

His hand on your throat tightened just a fraction, drawing your attention back to him, and you saw the way his jaw clenched, the muscle ticking as he fought to maintain control. “You wanted this, didn’t you?” he rasped, his lips brushing against yours with every word. “Pushing me all night, knowing exactly what it would do to me. You were begging for this. For me to lose my fucking mind over you.”

You whimpered, a soft, needy sound that escaped before you could stop it, and you felt Auston’s grip tighten in response, his body pressing even closer to yours. The fabric of your dress bunched up slightly as his hand slid up your thigh, the cool air brushing against your exposed skin and sending a shiver up your spine. His thumb stroked the inside of your thigh, teasing, just barely brushing against the edge of your panties, and you couldn’t stop the moan that spilled from your lips.

Auston’s fingers flex around your throat, just enough to remind you that he’s in control, and you feel your pulse flutter wildly beneath his touch. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you, baby?” he growls, his voice rough with need as his eyes roam over your body, taking in every detail. “You wore this tight little thing just to drive me fucking insane…”

Your cheeks burn at his words, but you can’t help the way your body responds, a shiver running down your spine as his gaze locks onto yours, dark and hungry. You know he’s right—you knew exactly what you were doing tonight, every touch, every look, all of it designed to push him to his limit. And now, it’s backfired in the best way possible.

“God, baby,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin as he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’ve been teasing me all night, making me watch you flirt and laugh with my teammates, touching me under the table like it was some kind of fucking game.” His voice is a low, dangerous whisper, and you can feel the frustration rolling off him in waves. “You know how hard it was for me to sit there and pretend like I wasn’t ready to drag you out of there and fuck you senseless?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body, his words sinking into your skin like molten lava. “Auston, I—”

“Don’t,” he cuts you off, his grip on your throat tightening just a fraction, enough to make you gasp, your eyes wide as you look up at him. “Don’t act like you’re innocent, sweetheart. You knew exactly what you were doing.” His thumb brushes over your pulse, feeling the rapid beat beneath his touch, and he smirks, a dark, possessive glint in his eyes. “You wanted me to lose my mind over you. You wanted me to fucking claim you.”

You can’t help the way your body reacts to his words, your skin tingling, your thighs pressing together as you feel a flood of heat between your legs. The way he’s looking at you, like he wants to devour you whole, makes your heart race, and you realize you’ve never wanted him more than you do right now.

“I saw the way you looked at me,” he continues, his voice a low growl that sends a shiver down your spine. “Every time I caught your eye, the way you bit your lip like you were imagining what it would feel like to have me between your legs, fucking you right there in front of everyone.” His hand slips down from your throat, trailing over your collarbone, his fingers brushing against the swell of your breasts, and you can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips. “You knew exactly how to get under my skin, baby.”

You feel like you’re on fire, every nerve ending buzzing with electricity as his touch leaves a trail of heat across your skin. “Auston, please,” you manage to whisper, your voice shaky, your body trembling with anticipation. “I…I didn’t mean to—”

He cuts you off with a low, dark chuckle, his lips curling into a smirk as his hand moves lower, tracing the curve of your waist, his fingers slipping under the hem of your dress. “Oh, you meant it,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with possessive desire as his hand slides up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress higher, exposing more of your skin to the cool air. “You wanted to see how far you could push me. You wanted to see what would happen if you teased me enough.”

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers brush against the lace of your panties, his touch light and teasing, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. “And now,” he whispers, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, “you’re going to find out exactly what happens when you push me too far.”

His hand moves between your legs, and you can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips as his fingers press against you, teasing you through the thin fabric. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” he growls, his voice low and rough as his fingers slide over the damp material, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “You’ve been like this all night, haven’t you? So fucking desperate for me to touch you, to make you mine.”

You can’t think, can’t breathe, every part of you focused on the feel of his hand between your legs, his fingers rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit through your panties. “Auston, please,” you gasp out, your hips bucking against his hand, seeking more of the friction you crave. “I…I need you.”

He lets out a low, satisfied hum, his lips curling into a smirk as he watches you squirm against the door. “Yeah? You need me, baby?” he taunts, his voice dark and seductive as he slips his fingers under the lace, brushing against your slick folds, making you moan softly. “You need me to fuck you right here, against this door, and show you exactly who you belong to?”

You nod frantically, your mind hazy with desire, your body aching for more of his touch. “Yes,” you breathe, your voice barely more than a whisper as you press yourself against him, desperate for more. “Please, I need you.”

His fingers slip inside you, filling you with a delicious stretch, and you can’t help the loud moan that escapes your lips as he starts to move, slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that makes your toes curl. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

Your breath is ragged, every nerve ending alive as Auston’s fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot that makes stars dance behind your eyelids. Your hips move of their own accord, grinding down against his hand, seeking the friction that only he can provide. The cool wood of the door against your back is a stark contrast to the heat coursing through your veins, and all you can think about is him—his touch, his voice, his body pressed up against yours.

He leans in closer, his breath hot on your ear. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, his voice rough and filled with need. “Take what you need from me. Show me how much you want it.”

Your hands find his shoulders, nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his shirt, and you can feel the muscles tensing beneath your touch. You pull him closer, your lips finding his in a desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue and heat. He responds immediately, his free hand tangling in your hair, pulling your head back slightly to deepen the kiss, to take control just like he always does.

You’re lost in him, in the feel of his fingers moving inside you, the way his body cages you in, holding you exactly where he wants you. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word is a reminder of who he is, of what he means to you, and you find yourself melting under his touch, giving in to the desire that’s been simmering between you all night.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks that will no doubt bloom into bruises come morning. You don’t care. You want his mark on you, a reminder of this moment, of the way he makes you feel.

You swallow hard, your breath coming in shallow pants as his hand grips your thigh, lifting it slightly to wrap around his hip. The new angle makes his fingers inside you press even deeper, and you moan, your head falling back against the door. “Auston, please,” you whisper, your voice shaky with need, every inch of you trembling as you cling to him.

“Please, what?” he growls, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, making you shiver. “Please fuck you like the brat you are? Please make you pay for teasing me all night, for making me watch you flirt with my teammates like you belong to anyone but me?”

You can’t find the words to respond, your mind too foggy with need, your body too focused on the way he’s touching you, the way he’s drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can from you. All you can do is nod, a small, desperate sound escaping your lips as you cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your legs shaking as he continues to tease you, to push you closer to the edge.

Auston pulls his fingers from your body, the sudden emptiness making you whimper, your hips bucking against nothing as you desperately search for the pleasure you’ve been denied. But he doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, doesn’t give you a moment to recover before he’s grabbing your hips, spinning you around and pressing your front against the door, the smooth surface cool against your skin as he pins you there.

The sound of his belt unbuckling, the zipper of his pants being pulled down, sends a thrill of anticipation through you, your entire body buzzing with excitement as you realize what’s about to happen. You can feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body presses against yours, trapping you between him and the door, leaving you with no escape. And you don’t want to escape. Not now, not when you’re this close to getting exactly what you’ve been craving all night.

Auston’s hands are relentless, pushing your dress higher until it pools around your waist, exposing the thin lace panties you've been wearing all night. The cool air brushes against your heated skin, and you shiver, anticipation twisting low in your belly as you feel the rough calluses on his hands against the smoothness of your thighs.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl that sends a thrill straight to your core. “So fucking perfect for me, all laid out like a fucking gift. You wore these pretty little panties for me, didn’t you? This tiny excuse for underwear, knowing exactly what it would do to me.”

You gasp as his hand slips between your legs, fingers brushing over the damp lace, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath. “I knew you’d like it,” you manage to whisper, your voice trembling as you feel his fingers slide under the fabric, grazing your swollen clit.

Auston’s fingers toyed with the lace of your panties, the delicate fabric contrasting to the roughness of his hands. Your breath caught as he tugged at the material, his touch just a whisper against your skin. The tension in the air was thick, your body vibrating with anticipation as you felt his fingers inch closer to where you needed him most.

But then, with a sudden, violent motion, he tore the lace apart, the sound of fabric ripping echoing in the quiet of his apartment. The shock of it, the sheer force behind his actions, sent a jolt of heat straight to your core, and you whimpered, your body trembling with a mix of fear and desire.

Auston’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he spoke into your ear, “These weren’t gonna last anyway, baby.” His breath was hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he pressed himself closer, his body hard and unyielding against yours. “You’ve been such a fucking tease all night, making me watch you act like some kind of a slut in front of everyone, like you can’t get enough attention.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered, your forehead pressing against the door as his hands roamed over your now-bare skin, possessive and rough. The anticipation, the need, was unbearable, and every inch of your body screamed for him to take you, to finally give in to the desire that had been simmering between you all night.

But Auston wasn’t done teasing. He wasn’t going to let you off that easily.

His fingers slipped between your folds, dragging through the slickness there, making you moan desperately. He toyed with you, rubbing slow circles over your clit, then pulling away just as you began to lose yourself in the sensation. Over and over, he brought you to the brink, only to deny you the release you craved, the pleasure just out of reach.

Auston’s grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh with a bruising force that sent a mixture of pain and pleasure shooting through you. You could feel the barely contained rage in his movements, his possessiveness consuming him as he pressed you harder against the door. The wood was cold against your cheek, grounding you just enough to keep from losing yourself completely in the dizzying haze of want and frustration that he was expertly weaving around you.

"You think you can act like that, all needy and desperate for attention," Auston growled, his voice a rough whisper in your ear. "Rubbing up on the guys like you didn’t already know who you belong to. Think I wouldn’t notice? Did you think I’d let you get away with it?" His teeth grazed your earlobe, and you shivered, a choked sob escaping your throat as his hand came down on your ass with a sharp crack.

The sting radiated through you, sharp and delicious, making your breath hitch and tears prick at your eyes. You could feel your body trembling, your legs weak and barely holding you up as he continued his relentless assault, his fingers now sliding through your wetness with purpose. His touch was rough, demanding, like he was claiming you all over again. Every inch of your skin felt electric, every nerve ending alight with the sensation of his calloused fingers and the intense heat of his body pressed against yours.

"Look at you," he taunted, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and anger. "So fucking wet for me already. Was this what you wanted, huh? Acting like a little whore just so I’d take you like this?" His fingers slipped inside you abruptly, two thick digits filling you without warning. You gasped, your body arching back against him as a wave of pleasure and pain crashed over you.

"Yes," you whimpered, your voice breaking. "Yes, Auston, please, I’m sorry…I just—"

"Just what?" he cut you off, his fingers curling inside you, finding that spot that made your knees nearly buckle. "Just wanted to see how far you could push me? See if I’d finally lose control and fuck you the way you’ve been begging for all night?" His thumb brushed over your clit, and you cried out, the pleasure shooting through you so intense you saw stars.

Your hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more, but he was quick to pull away, denying you once again. You let out a sob of frustration, your body trembling uncontrollably now, every inch of you aching with the need for release. "Auston, please," you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks, your voice barely more than a broken whisper. "I need you. I’m sorry, I need you so bad, please, I can’t…"

He let out a dark chuckle, clearly reveling in your desperation. "Oh, I know you need me, baby," he murmured, his lips trailing down the side of your neck. "But you’ve been such a bad girl tonight. I’m not sure you deserve it." He bit down on your shoulder, just hard enough to make you gasp, your body jerking in response to the sharp pain.

"Please," you whispered again, your voice raw with need. "Please, Auston, I’ll be good, I swear. I’ll do anything, just please…"

Auston’s breath was hot against your skin as he spoke, his words sending a fresh wave of heat straight to your core. "Anything?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "You’d do anything for me to fuck you right now, wouldn’t you, baby? Anything to feel my cock inside you, filling you up, making you scream."

You nodded frantically, the tears blurring your vision as you pressed your forehead harder against the door. "Yes, yes, anything, Auston, please, I need it, I need you…"

He groaned, the sound deep and primal, as if he was barely holding himself back. "Fuck, you’re so fucking pathetic right now," he muttered, his hands moving to grip your waist, lifting you slightly as he kicked your legs apart with his foot. "But I love it. Love how desperate you are, how you’re willing to beg for it like the needy little slut you are."

Before you could even process his words, you felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you cried out, your body tensing with anticipation. He didn’t give you time to adjust, didn’t give you the chance to breathe, just slammed into you with one brutal thrust, filling you completely. You screamed, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful, your body convulsing around him as he set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours with every thrust.

You sobbed, your hands scrambling for purchase against the door, your nails scraping against the wood as you tried to hold on, trying to keep yourself from falling apart under the relentless onslaught of his cock. He was everywhere, inside you, around you, his scent filling your nostrils, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding himself back. "So fucking tight, so perfect for me. You’re mine, you understand? Mine to fuck, mine to punish, mine to take whenever I want."

"Yes, yes, yours, I’m yours," you gasped, your voice breaking on a sob as he thrust into you harder, deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. You were so close, so fucking close, the pressure building inside you almost unbearable, but just as you were about to fall over the edge, he pulled out, leaving you empty and aching.

"No!" you cried out, your body convulsing with the loss, the denial of your release almost too much to bear. "Please, please, I need to come, I need it so bad…"

Auston’s hand left your hip, sliding down your body until he reached the juncture of your thighs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow, torturous circles that had you whimpering, your hips bucking uncontrollably against his hand.

"Not yet, baby," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous as he continued his relentless teasing. "You don’t get to come yet. Not until I say so."

The denial was agonizing, the pressure inside you building to an unbearable level as he brought you to the brink over and over again, only to pull back at the last second, leaving you trembling and sobbing with frustration.

"Please," you begged, your voice a broken whisper as you pressed your forehead against the door, your tears soaking into the wood as you struggled to hold on, to keep from losing yourself completely in the dizzying haze of need and desire. "Please, Auston, I can’t…I can’t take it anymore, please…"

Auston’s grip on your hips tightened, his breath hot against your ear as he spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you’ve earned it yet, baby? Think you deserve to come after the way you’ve been acting?" His fingers dug into your flesh, the pain sharp and delicious, making you whimper as you nodded frantically.

"Yes, yes, I promise, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, please, Auston, please, I need it so bad, I need you…"

He let out a low groan, his hips pressing against yours as he slid his cock back inside you, filling you completely. "Alright, baby," he murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "But you’d better make it good. I want to feel you come all over my cock, want to hear you scream my name."

You let out a choked sob, your body trembling with the effort of holding back, of keeping yourself together as he began to thrust into you again, his pace rough and demanding. Every inch of you was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure as he fucked you hard, his cock filling you over and over again, driving you to the brink.

"Fuck, Auston, I’m so close," you gasped, your voice breaking as the pressure built inside you, the pleasure almost too much to bear. "Please, please, I need to come, I need it so bad…"

"Then come for me, baby," he growled, his voice rough and low as he thrust into you harder, deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. "Come for me right fucking now."

And with those words, you shattered, your body convulsing around him as the pleasure crashed over you in waves, your orgasm tearing through you with a force that left you breathless and shaking. You screamed his name, your voice raw with need and desperation, as you came undone around him, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your release.

Auston groaned, his hips slamming against yours one final time as he buried himself deep inside you, his own orgasm hitting him with a force that left him breathless and shaking. He held you close, his arms wrapped around you as he rode out the waves of his release, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered your name, his voice soft and tender now.

For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, panting and trembling, your bodies pressed together in the aftermath of your passion. And then, slowly, Auston pulled away, his hands gentle as he planted a kiss on your shoulder. “You okay?”

Okay was an understatement. But you didn’t mind at all, you were exactly where you wanted to be.

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