#guys help i zip tied my penis to a bed

[hatred-shitposter]

[hockeywhhores]

under the stars- t. konecny

travis konecny x f!reader 

warnings~ smut, swearing, alcohol consumption

summary~ travis fucked up, but he is going to make it better. 

genre~ angst to fluff

word count~ 2.4k

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Everyone knew of Travis and his playboy reputation. You especially knew. Everytime you were about to go exclusive with him, suddenly he was interested in someone else. As much as Nolan loved Travis; Nolan couldn’t let you live like that. Nolan could see how hurt you were, when Travis had his arms wrapped around another girl. He advised you to just let Travis go, but something in you wouldn’t let that happen. When you were finally able to forget about Travis and his compelling ways, he was at your door begging for another chance. You always ended up giving him another chance.

Want to go stargazing with me? Travis texted you at one am. You knew you should say no, but you couldn’t ever seem to say no.

Sure you texted back keeping it simple.

I’ll pick you up in 10 he had texted back after a minute.

ok

You jumped out of bed and changed from your pajamas to some leggings and a sweatshirt that probably belonged to Travis is a previous lifetime. Waiting patiently on your couch, you noticed his headlights turn into your driveway. Before he even had a chance to text you, you were out the door with your bag. You had brought a blanket, water bottle, and some snacks to share.

Good morning!” you chirped as you climbed into his truck. “Your coach is not going to like you being out at 1 am.”

“Hopefully, he never finds out. Are you going to tell him, Sweetheart?” Travis’ eye briefly met yours, before going back to the road.

“My lips are sealed.” you faked zipping up your lips by running your pinched fingers along your mouth. Travis just chuckled and grabbed your hand with the one that wasn’t on the steering wheel.

“What have you been up to?” Trvais asked when he finally found a place to park.

“Just the same old stuff.” you shook off the question. You got out the truck, and laid your blanket out in the bed of the truck. The fall air was cool, and the stars were shining bright. They looked like diamonds. Travis pulled you into him, as you both just stared at the sky.

“Everytime I see you, I’m blown away by your beauty.” Travis whispered into your ear, as he hugged you closer.

“I bet you are.” you dismissed him. Sinking into his body. It’s always like this, but you were going to savor the good moments.

“I really am.” Travis concluded and you decided not to answer. He sat up and jumped out of your makeshift bed. You looked up at him confused when he took your hands, and tried to pull you out as well.

“What the hell are you doing, Travis?” you asked, confused.

“Come dance with me.” he simply said, as if he did this all the time. In reality Travis never wanted to dance with you. He barely wanted to show he knew you in public. Nevertheless, you got out the truck and let him sway you under the stars. Travis was staring at you, but you just kept your head tucked on his shoulder. Suddenly he started kissing your neck and you knew what he wanted. He only called you to be his booty call. You should’ve known. Travis was now kissing up your jaw, and found your sweet spot making you gasp out.

“Wanna take this to the backseat?” Travis asked, looking into your eyes, and you nodded. You couldn’t say no to him. He was your kryptonite. He opened the door for you, and you climbed in. You started taking off your shirt for him, and he was taking off his jeans. You hadn’t worn a bra, and you saw the hunger grow in his eyes when he noticed. “You are gorgeous.” he mumbled out as he started kissing your breasts. His tongue was working on your left nipple, as his fingers were playing with your right nipple. You were a moaning mess. You saw him growing in his boxers, and you were ready for him. He knew your body was ready for him, but he wanted to play with you for a little while longer.

“Travis I want your dick.” you moaned out.

“Patience, Sweetheart.” Travis grumbled out, but moved to take off your leggings. He felt all the blood rush to his dick, when he saw you red thong. He pulled it off of you as fast as he could in the backseat of a truck. Then he got his boxers off, and rolled on the condom that was in his jean pocket. “You are so wet for me.” Travis stated the obvious as his finger found your pussy. You were bucking your hips into his finger wanting more friction. “I told you to be patient.” Travis reminded you as he pushed your hips back down.

“Please, Travis, give me more.” you whined out into the heavy air. Without warning, Travis slammed his penis into you. Stretching you in a way, no one else has. “Travis! Fuck!” you yelled out.

“You take my dick so well, Princess.” Travis praised you. “Do you like taking my dick?”

“Yes! Yes! I love taking your dick!” you were a hot mess, and he loved seeing you like this. Your hair was big and you were falling apart under him. Travis was slamming into you so hard you could feel the truck moving back and forth.

“Look how hot you are. Taking me so well.” Travis kept praising you as you were both getting sweaty.

“I’m going to cum.” you warned, and when Travis heard that his fingers went straight to your clit. He was pinching it and rolling it, getting you screaming even louder. You tightened around him, and he helped you through your orgaism. You were panting, but Travis was still chasing his high.

“I’m getting close. You are doing so well, Sweetheart.” Travis admitted, and you mustered enough strength to tighten around him. That did it for him, and he exploded into the condom. He pulled out of you, and tied off the condom throwing in an old grocery sack he used as a trash bag. “That was amazing.” He praised you one lat time.

“Yeah, it was.” you agreed with him. You promptly start getting dressed again. you didn’t know how much longer you could do this. You were Travis’ secret booty call. That was a tough pill for you to swallow. “Do you even want to be in a relationship with me?” you quietly asked, nervously.

“Oh come on,” Travis scoffed out, “Don’t ruin the moment.” you stated quiet for a couple minutes as Travis was still getting his head in order from the mind-boggling orgaism you gave him.

“Can you take me home?” you asked even quieter. He obviously only wanted sex from you, and you needed to get out of the car before you started crying.

“y/n, don’t do this.” Travis signed.

“Just take me home, Travis. Please.” you pleaded with him, and he huffed as he got himself dressed. You were packing up the back of the truck. He was in the driver's seat when you got back into the truck.  

The car ride back to your house was awkward. The radio was the only thing to be heard. When you got home you broke down. How could you be so foolish to think he wanted something from you? You ended up crying yourself to sleep, and slept most of the next day away. You didn’t even bother to try and catch the game on TV, but knew they won when Nolan texted you asking for you to come out with the team. You didn’t want to see Travis, but you wanted to find someone else to fill the void he left.

You got into your best outfit, and did your hair and makeup. You tried telling yourself that you weren’t doing this for Travis, but even you didn’t quite believe it. Nolan picked you up, on his way to the bar.

“How are you?” Nolan asked as soon as you got into the car.

“I’m doing fine.” you stated, but Nolan gave you a look. He didn’t even believe you. “I’m fine, Nolan.” you said again with more force in your voice, and Nolan let the conversion go.  

“Travis had been a wreck. Showing up to practice late and tired, almost got himself scratched.” Nolan quietly said.

“I don’t care.” you lied. You really did care about Travis. That's why you had put up with his fuckboy attitude for as long as you did.

“You do.” Nolan stated the obvious, “Travis is just scared of commitment. He really does love you. He’s just worried about fucking it up.”

“He fucked it up, even if he didn’t mean to.” you stated. “But tonight I am going to be leaving with someone that isn’t Travis.”

You and Nolan had made it to the bar, where the rest of the guys were. You went straight to the bar, before even looking at them. When your eyes found Travis, you were surprised to find his arms empty. He wasn’t flirting with anyone, which was weird for him. He shyly waved to you, and you turned back to the bar not wanting to talk to him. He got the hint and left you alone for most of the night.

The air was too stuffy, and you needed a break from everything. You were leaning against the outside wall. “Hey, you okay?” when you turned your head to the side and found Carter Hart, the rookie goaltender.

“I think so.” you mumbled out.

“Bars not your thing?” Carter asked, and you scoffed out a laugh.

“You could say that,” you replied, “It’s proving to be increasingly difficult to avoid someone.”

“So your hiding?” Carter clarified.

“I guess I am.” you concluded, and just then Travis walked out the door, with no girl in his arms. “Fuck. Speaking of the devil.” you mumbled.

“Oh shit. You’re Konecny’s girl?” Carter asked.

“I am not Konecny’s girl.” you clarified. You saw the hurt that flashed in Travis’ eyes, but decided he was worthy of feeling that pain.

“Can I talk to you, y/n?” Travis asked, “Alone.” Travis waved off Carter. Carter left with no problem, and you cursed under your breath.

“What do you want, Konecny?” you sharply asked him.

“I want to ask for your forgiveness. I fucked up. Really badly. I was leading you on, and that was unfair of me. I truly do love you. I’m just not that good at showing it.” Travis pleaded with you. You glared up at him, but you saw the sadness in his eyes, and knew he was telling the truth.

“You really hurt me.” you confessed with tears in your eyes.

“I know. Please let me make it up to you.” Travis' eyes were also glossy. You just nodded, and his face exploded into a smile. “y/n l/n will you please go on a date with me?” Travis asked you.

“Travis Konecny, I would love to go on a date with you.” you smiled, when his smile got even bigger, which you didn’t even know was possible. With the light music coming from the bar, Travis dragged you off the wall and swayed with you under the stars. Just like he did a couple days ago, but this time it was in public. Travis leaned down to kiss you, and the kiss was sweet. He barely tasted like alcohol, which made you more confident. You now knew for sure that was him talking, not the alcohol. When he pulled back, he just let your forehead rest on each other.

Travis picked you up the next Friday night for your date. He was dressed up in a suit you’ve never seen him wear, making you think he went out and bought it. You had on a red dress, and did your hair and makeup. You felt beautiful and confident. Travis knocked on your front door, and led you to his truck. Then he opened the door for you helping you up into it. Everything was going great. He even let you play your music from the aux cord.

The restaurant he took you to was nothing less than fancy. There was chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and there were candles on the table. Everything was so romantic. You insisted on paying for your meal, but Travis was having none of that. He insisted that it would just be ungentlemanlike to let you pay, and you rolled your eyes.

After dinner, Travis asked if he could blind fold you. You were skeptical, but trusted him. He was driving through winding paths, and after what felt like ten minutes, Travis stopped the truck. He killed the engine, and opened your door for you. When he had you take off the blindfold, he had his arm wrapped around your waist. “This is where I go to just get away from everything.” he explained. Travis had taken you to his hiding spot. The spot was up on a hill, and overlooked Philly. All the lights were shining. When you looked over at Travis you found him already looking at you.

“It's beautiful.” you mumbled.

“Yeah it is.” He agreed but didn’t even look away from you. You stood on your tiptoes, and he leaned down to let your lips meet in a kiss. After the kiss, Travis got a blanket that was in his backseat, and laid it out on the ground. He sat down and you followed suit. He held you as he told you stories about his family and hockey teammates. Travis was letting you in, and you couldn’t be happier.

“I love you, Travis Konecny.” you interrupted his story, about something Nolan had done on their most recent road trip.

“I love you too, y/n l/n.” Travis said back. Leaning down to kiss you again. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.” you said. As you laid under the stars, you couldn’t help but fall even more in love with Travis Konecny, and he couldn’t help but fall more in love with you.

finished