#joel edmundson smut

[senditcolton]

A Real Fucking Legacy

summary: you met Joel by accident at a party one night. afterwards, your connection grew into something... something that has never been defined. 

songs: X X  word count: 3.5k warnings: smut and unresolved angst! flashbacks in italics!!

You watch as the flashing red lights shine through your windows and onto your ceiling, the sound of the car driving past the only noise in the late night.

You could not fall asleep. Nothing you did, nothing you tried, seemed to make sleep come faster. Instead, you were passing the time tossing and turning in your sheets, staring up as the lights from the city painted the white ceiling above you.

Why couldn’t you close your eyes and fall into dreamland? The answer to that was easy for you to decipher.

It was because of him.

The party was loud. That was the simplest way to describe it as you weaved through the press of bodies in the living room of the unfamiliar house. Why were you here? You had no clue. An acquaintance of yours threw the invitation into your work group chat, inviting everyone to their friend’s party. And for some reason, you decided to come. Just to get out of your house. And it was nice but man, it was crowded.

That was the only thought in you mind as you push through the bodies, moving stealthily to escape the heat and claustrophobia. You were doing a pretty good job of it until someone jostled your body and threw you into the tall frame of another, causing the glass of red wine in the stranger’s hand to slip from and spill all over your pale green t-shirt.

“Oh shit, fuck, I am so sorry,” you hear the stranger say, his hand flailing around you as you stand there in shock. “Are you okay? I am really sorry.”

“I’m – I’m fine, thanks,” you say, shaking the lingering liquid off your skin, trying to fight off the heat threatening to rise to your cheeks at the attention your mishap was drawing. “No worries, could’ve happened to anyone.”

“Yeah, sure, I guess, but I’m seriously really sorry. Here – um – follow me,” he continues, taking your hand in his before you even had time to respond and tugging you through the crowd, up the staircase and pulling you along before he opens up a door, escorting you into what appeared to be the master bedroom. The hubbub of this entire affair has left your mind reeling so much that you let him continue to pull you along. He doesn’t let go of you until you are in the master bathroom, where he drops your hand to grab a washcloth, running it under cold water before handing it to you.

“For your shirt, uh, to try and clean it,” he explains and you gingerly take it from him.

“Thank you,” you reply, wiping the stain on the fabric, watching as it seems to dissipate but feeling your shirt get more sodden. The stranger is still awkwardly standing across from you, watching you work for a few moments before disappearing through another door. You don’t pay it much mind, confused about the progression of these events anyway. He eventually reappears with something in his hand.

“Here. It’s a clean – dry – shirt for you.”

“Do you just, spill your drinks on people and then steal shirts from random closets?”  

“Well, it’s my closest so… I’m not technically stealing,” he explains, a crooked grin appearing on his face.

“Oh,” you say softly, unfolding the washcloth and hanging over the towel rack to dry. “Well, I can’t accept that. I’ve already caused you too much trouble.”

“First off, it was my fault,” he replies, his voice light. “And second, you have to.”

“I have to?” you question. “And why is that?”

“Because, how else am I supposed to see you again? If you have my shirt…” You can’t stop the surprised laugh that falls from you.

“Is this your go-to method for flirting? Spilling your drink on people and forcing them to accept your shirt so they have to call you back?”

“Well, if it works, I might have to add it into my repertoire,” he laughs back.

You are not blind to the fact that this could have been weird, maybe even creepy if it happened with anyone else. But with him, it was clear that he was just trying to be nice, adding a bit of humor into an otherwise embarrassing moment. You still let him sweat it out a little bit, making him stand there with the shirt extended awkwardly before you take it from his hand with a smile. He smiles back at you, a sparkle in his eyes.

“I’m Joel, by the way.”

Looking back, you wouldn’t have thought that that night was going to be the source of all your troubles, turmoil and tears. Because at the beginning of your time with Joel, it felt good. It felt right. It felt easy.

The sound of your combined laughter bounced off the vaulted ceilings of Joel’s empty living room, the noise of it drowning out the vinyl of The Lumineers Cleopatra currently spinning on repeat. The weight and warmth of his hands feel nice as they caress the skin around your ankles while you lay back with your feet in his lap, the soft material of the rug pressing against your shoulder blades.

You stay relaxed in that position for a moment before you feel a cool glass press against your thigh. Lifting your head, you see Joel extending the bottle of rose to you, already half-drunk. You raise your torso, leaning back on one of your hands while the other takes the wine from him, lifting the bottle to your lips as you take a sip.

While you drink, you watch as Joel takes a look around the room, his eyes blinking a few times in confusion. You wait for him to look back to you with that adorable eyebrow furrow.

“Wait,” he says. “How the fuck did we end up on the floor anyway?”

“You really have to ask?” you reply as you wave the wine bottle in the air between the two of you.

“I suppose your right,” he laughs, watching you as you take another swig from under hooded eyes. “It’s nice though.”

You hum before turning your body, not getting up but stretching towards the small end table, attempting to place the wine safely on top. You are aware of Joel’s hands still on you and you falter for a moment when you feel his hands creep up the back of your calves and you can’t stop the soft gasp that falls from you as you feel his fingers just barely graze just millimeters from your inner thighs. You flip you head back to him, the questioning grin on your face to which Joel just responds with smile of his own.

This continues until you finally spin back to your original position, propped up on your elbows with your feet in his lap.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you tease, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“Nothing,” he replies, his fingers still tracing shapes on your legs. “Just admiring how soft your skin is.”

Another hum comes from you as you look at him, trying to decide how you wanted this to go. But the palpable energy surging between the two of you makes your choice simple. You reach down towards his hands, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and slowly, deliberately, pulling his hand up, letting his fingers dance across your thighs, your hips, your waist. You continue the journey until his fingers are just grazing your collarbones, neck, jaw, until you bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing kisses onto each of his fingertips.

Joel keeps his eyes locked on you as he watches your movements, allowing you take the lead. But as soon as you kiss his thumb and let it gently pull your bottom lip down, your grip releasing his wrist as you graze your own hand down his forearm, his composure finally snaps. You gasp as his hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you forward as his other hand pulls one of your feet out of his lap, opening your legs so he can slot himself between them. You fall backward, letting Joel’s body weight cover you. He leans in, pulling your face even closer to his until your foreheads are touching.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, breaths intermingling, almost daring the other to make the first move.

In the end, it didn’t matter because it seemed as if the both of you surged forward at the same time, your lips clashing together. Your arms found their place around his shoulders, hands nestling into your hair as you tug him impossibly closer. His own hands pull you closer as well, the one on your neck still pressing you tugging you towards him while the other grazes down your side, sneaking under the hem of your t-shirt, his hips rolling against yours exquisitely.

You were so caught up in the feeling of him that the rest of the world faded away. So much so that you didn’t hear the cautious warning playing from the speakers.

“Heaven help the fool who falls in love.”

That memory heats up your skin as you sigh back into your pillow, the hours still passing as your mind replays the moments that you two shared. You would be lying to yourself if you said some of these sleepless nights were caused by those specific memories; the ones that made your heart race and your body keen. But that could have easily been blamed on the fact that so many sleepless nights with him were the source of many of those moments.

You were up late waiting for Joel to come over.

He had texted you after the game, wanting to see you and you didn’t even have to ask why. You had been watching. And it was rough for all the Canadiens but especially for Joel, who seemed to get called for every penalty (sometimes justified, sometimes not) which lead to multiple powerplay goals by the Canucks and eventually a 5-1 loss.

You reclined in your bed, the comforter pulled over you as you mindlessly scroll through your social media feed while you wait. It isn’t long until you hear the front door open and you manage to place your phone onto your nightstand as soon as Joel steps into your bedroom.

He doesn’t say a word before he is striding over to you, grasping your face in his hands and leaning down to kiss you: deeply, desperately. You respond in kind, arching up to meet him as your lips and tongues continue to dance against each other. Joel’s hands fall from your face as he hastily pulls away the sheets, exposing your body to the cool air. You gladly let him, tugging similarly at the fabric of the t-shirt that covers his frame. He breaks from the kiss to rip the material away before leaning back down, his lips now attaching to your neck, slowly moving down.

Pausing at your collarbone to mark your skin, you whine, arching your body to get closer to him, relishing the feeling of his hands sneaking up underneath your oversized sleep shirt to graze against your ribcage, his fingers brushing against the delicate sensitive skin of your breasts. It feels heavenly but you want more, your body rolling with your silent request.

Joel picks up on it easily, his hands falling from your chest down your hips until he finally places one between your open thighs, groaning against your neck when he feels the wetness of your pussy underneath your underwear. He presses his fingers against your slit, causing the damp patch to bloom across the soft cotton as your hips buck up to meet him, needing him to remove that final barrier between you two.

He obliges, hand raising only to grip the waistband and pull the fabric down your legs before his fingers return, sliding up and down your folds, collecting your slick before pressing into you. You let out a soft moan as his fingers move within you, thrusting at a deep and leisurely pace, spreading you open. Your head is spinning from the motion of his hand alone that you don’t even register the rest of his body moving downwards until your feel his plush lips connect with your clit.

The moans that escape you get louder as his tongue moves in tandem with his fingers, circling around your clit as your hand reaches down to tangle in his hair. Your hips absentmindedly aid in him in his movements, grinding up to make his fingers go even deeper. It isn’t long until the dizzying sensation of his mouth and hands brings to your peak, your body stiffening as your orgasm rushes through you.

Joel slows his movements, helping you come down before he disappears from between your thighs. Your eyes are heavy from the haze of your post-orgasm but you still manage to look up at him, watching as he shucks off his athletic shorts, leaving him bare before you. He slowly climbs over you, capturing your mouth in a gentle kiss before breaking away again. You feel his hands tug at your hips, encouraging you to turn over onto your hands and knees.

You respond quickly to his silent request, settling yourself into this new position; your chest against the sheets, your hips up in the air. It doesn’t take long before you feel Joel hard against you, whimpering as he rubs the head of his cock down your pussy a few times, collecting the lingering wetness from your previous orgasm before sliding into you.

You moan into the pillow as he begins a slow pace, practically grinding into you, making you feel him deeper than you thought possible. Eventually, his pace quickens, pulling delectable sounds from your throat as he fucks you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You relax against the sheets, happy to let him take what he needs, relishing in the sensation of his hard cock sliding against your walls.

The gasp that falls from your lips is involuntary as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling your torso up off the bed and holding you against him, your back to his chest as he groans in your ear, lips attaching to the column of your neck. You writhe within his grasp as this new position allows him to graze your g-spot with every thrust, the sensation heightened when he spreads his hand across your lower stomach and presses down, causing your pussy to flutter and clench around him. It only takes a few more thrusts before Joel hits his peak, his teeth grazing over the juncture of your neck and shoulder as he moans against your skin. It is that combination of feelings that pushes you over the edge as well, tightening around him, your thighs quivering with the effort of remaining upright.

You relax against Joel’s chest, his muscular arm still wrapped around your waist as you both catch your breath, his lips coming to press against your temple. Eventually, you two untangle from each other, taking time to clean up before you are collapsing back into bed together, your head resting against his chest, his fingers brushing up and down your side.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask him, your soft voice breaking through the night.

“Not tonight.” You respond with an understanding hum, curling deeper into his side. The two of you lay there silently for a moment before you look up at him.

“For what it’s worth,” you say, calling his attention back to you, “I think you are an amazing person.”

Joel doesn’t respond but in the miniscule light creeping in from your windows, you can see his lips curl in a smile before he is pulling your face up to his.

And you can’t ignore the fluttering of your heart as he kisses you. Like he loves you.

From anyone else’s point of view, the dappled light on your ceiling hasn’t changed at all. But you knew it had. You had been watching the shadows move and stretch as the hours pass with no reprieve in sight. You hated how much he haunted you. Hated that you could pinpoint where it went wrong. Hated that a part of you still blamed yourself for how it ended.

Your let out a gasp, your body collapsing against the sheets as you relax your shaking muscles, your throat dry from calling our Joel’s name. You hear his own sheets rustle through the speaker of your phone, his breathing coming in ragged pants. Once your heart stops threatening to beat out of your chest, you reach across the bedspread, taking your phone off speaker and holding it to your ear.

“Fuck, that was – mmm,” Joel says on the other end of the line, still trying to form coherent sentences.

“Yeah, it was,” you giggle, earning a small chuckle from Joel in response. The silence stretches in between you two, feeling almost as far as the distance from Montreal to Florida where he was currently, calling you instead of going out with his teammates to celebrate their win. It made you feel special.

And perhaps that feeling was what fueled your next words.

“Hey Joel,” you say, hearing a quiet hum from him in acknowledgement. “What are we?”

“What do you mean?” he says, his voice strangely non-committal. The minute you sense that in his tone, your brain screams at you to back off. But your heart needs to know so you press forward.

“I mean, like, are we dating? Are we friends with benefits? Am I just a booty call? I – I just want to know,” you continue, your voice becoming a little unsteady. “Because, I um… I like you. A lot and um, I just want to know how you feel about me.”

If there was silence before, it has now multiplied ten-fold, weighing heavy and oppressive over you as you wait for a response. You hear him heave a sigh and you swear you can feel your heart pounding in your ears as you listen for his next words. And you feel it drop into your stomach when Joel does speak.

“Babe, it’s um – it’s late,” he begins and you sit up in your bed, pulling the covers tightly around your body. “And uh, I’m not sure we should be having this conversation over the phone.”

“Yeah,” you say, slightly shaking your head. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Sorry.”

“Hey, I promise, we’ll talk when I get back to Montreal, alright?”

“Alright, that sounds good,” you say, your eyes blinking rapidly as tears start to well without your permission, your brain yelling at you for saying too much.

“Okay. Good night.”

“Night.”

That was the last time you talked to Joel.

He ghosted you. Completely and utterly ghosted you. When he flew back to Montreal after that night, he didn’t reach out to you at all, not even some cheap throwaway text message saying you were through. You sent him a few messages, called him a few times just trying to connect with him even for a moment but after getting no response at all, your contact started to fade until you stopped trying.

Instead, you started trying to forget him.

That’s what you were doing currently, lying awake in your bed, watching as your bedside clock changes, displaying the row of numbers reading 3am. You were trying to forget him. But it wasn’t working. Three months of no-contact, three months of attempting to push him out of your mind and it wasn’t working. You still woke up with the memory of him hanging over you.

Another breath of a sigh escapes you as you grab your phone from the nightstand, pulling up his number, the one that you knew you should have deleted long ago but just didn’t have the heart to. Before you could even process what you were doing, you were hitting the call button, holding the device up to your ear and listening to it ring.

You get his voicemail, exactly what you were expecting to receive and you listen to his message, not able to stop a smile from appearing at the sound of his voice. The harsh tone comes and you pause, trying to piece your words together.

“Hey, Joel, it’s um – it’s me. I, uh, I don’t really know why I’m calling. I guess I just, um,” you sigh, sniffling quietly as you fight back the tears that prick at the corners of your eyes. “I, uh –” you breathe, a hand running through your hair. “I miss you.”

You let the words linger for a moment before you sniff again, clearing your throat before continuing.

“So, yeah I gue- I guess that’s it. Um… sorry for calling you so late and I um, I – yeah. G’night.”

You quickly hang up the phone, placing face down on your nightstand before burrowing deeper under your covers, a few tears slipping from your eyes and down your cheeks. The exhaustion finally and blissfully catches up to you as you manage to fall into a deep and dreamless slumber. You don’t wake up until the sun is high in the sky, not even when your phone buzzes with the notification of a text message coming through.

Joel I miss you too. Message received on March 23rd at 6:57am

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[horsesandhockeyplayers]

A Not So Southern Christmas-- Part 5

This is obviously a rewrite of my old fic. I have been feeling romantic and Christmasy, so I figured it was time to bring back my favorite holiday couple. Title banner by the wonderful @whatishockey. The center photo is from a gifset by the amazing@powerblais

Synopsis: When Adelaide Thibodeaux finds her husband to be diddling the wedding planner in the Church before their nuptials, she walks out and is determined to take her dream honeymoon by herself. Until she gets a seat upgrade to first class and ends up next to Hurricanes Defenceman, Joel Edmundson. Holiday shenanigans ensue.

Author's Notes: Rushed to get this done for Christmas, so ignore any typos please. THAR BE SMUT AHEAD. This was written in early 2019 before Eddy went to Montreal as a free agent. I will be tagging both teams. It's been a while since I've posted a dual POV so reminder that *~*~*~*~*~* delineates a change in POV.

Tag List: @leafs-foreverr, @pagirl6866, @colecockfield If you would like to be part of the tag list, please let me know.

Part 5

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When I woke up in the morning, I could tell the snow was falling heavy. Daylight was trying hard to penetrate the wall of blizzard outside and failing.

Sometime during the night, I had flipped Adelaide over my body and she was curled into my chest as I faced the wall of windows on “my” side of the bed. She was snoring softly and had gotten rid of the sweatshirt sometime during the night. Probably because I was a human furnace when I slept.

That was fine by me as I lifted the covers to take a peek at her pajamas that drove me insane. She burrowed into me more as the cold air hit her skin and I let the coverlet fall and wrapped my arms around her. I was awake, I had to pee, and I was horny. I was definitely looking forward to the day where I could wake her up in the morning with my cock sliding into her hot wet cunt. The thought made me swallow, hard.

She snuggled into the hollow of my throat which didn’t make me want her less, but I was doing this “in the moment” bullshit now so I wrapped my arms around her even tighter as I hugged her to my body and watched the blizzard swirl outside the hotel windows.

I lifted my wrist to check the time and it was just after seven in the morning. I had no idea what the streets below looked like but based on what I could see falling in the muted morning light, pending a Christmas miracle, we weren’t getting out of Chicago today.

There was a grumble somewhere around the vicinity of my throat and phone started to vibrate on the side table. Reaching over the dark haired badger making unhappy noises into my throat, I picked up the phone.

If the majority of my blood wasn’t in my dick, if I didn’t have a beautiful woman snuggled into my body, and if I had been awake more than two minutes, I probably wouldn’t have answered a facetime call from a number I didn’t recognize, but I did.

When I hit accept, I had less than a second to 1) realize the caller was Adele and 2) Notice Adelaide’s dark head was clearly visible under my chin before her sister let out a shriek that could have awoken long dead Egyptian Pharaohs.

The noise made Adelaide bolt upright, her head snapping me in the chin so hard my teeth smashed together, and when her sister was able to clearly see what she was wearing, that got another shriek of joy of which any toddler in the world would have been jealous.

My phone was snatched out of my hand and Adelaide threw it across the room where it landed harmlessly on the carpet, her voice a harsh whisper, “What the fuck, Joel?”

All of my blood was still not where it was supposed to be and I was having a difficult time processing everything that just happened in the span of three seconds.

Stretching my jaw, I moved it side to side with my fingers, tongue running over my teeth to make sure they were still there. That would have been an embarrassing story to tell the boys. Adele’s voice was tinny from across the suite and I pulled Adelaide back down in the bad and pulled the duvet over our heads as I feverishly whispered, “What the fuck just happened?”

Her hands started running over my body, like she was checking me for injuries and it was NOT helping the situation in my boxer briefs. “Why did I just wake up to my sister shrieking like she just opened new Louboutins?”

I snatched one of her roving hands and placed it not so subtly on my dick, “Because I woke up three minutes ago wrapped around a beautiful woman wearing the lingerie you’re wearing, making badger noises into my chest and all my blood is here.”

Her fingers trailed idly over the hard length and I couldn’t help the noise I made in my throat. She didn’t seem to notice, “Badger noises?”

I swallowed and struggled for control, grabbing her wrist, “Adelaide, your sister is still talking into that phone across the room and unless you want my dick so deep inside you it’s coming out your throat, I need you to stop. Please.”

The little minx didn’t stop, she actually smirked. I wouldn’t have thought Adelaide could smirk, but she did and she slipped her fingers into the waistband of my Calvins and she wrapped her entire hand around the shaft and stroked.

I swallowed and sank into the pillows, “Fuuuuuuccckk.”

Suddenly her face was in front of mine, “You have to stay quiet until Adele hands up, which, she knows we are in the same bed, and she wants deets OR to see you naked, so don’t bet on that.”

Holding her wrist still, I hissed, “I do not know what you did with the sweet southern woman I picked up at the airport, but this is not appropriate!”

She smirked again uncharacteristically, “She woke up curled around a very very hot half naked man and she decided to stop being stupid. So do you want my mouth on you or not?”

Propriety was NOT my strong suit and I had made an unsuccessful attempt at being a gentleman, so I gave in. I let her wrist go and settled on my back, folding my hands behind my head, “I’m a man in bed with a gorgeous woman, who wants me in her throat? If this is some kind of test, then I fail.”

Placing her lips on mine, she gave me a gentle kiss and released Little Eddy before hopping out of bed like an adorable long legged doe.

I sighed and pushed up into a seated position, the headboard supporting my back as she picked up the phone, “Hi Dellie bye Dellie!” She hit the end button with a jaunty wave and turned the phone off before tossing it back on the bed. “Give me a minute?”

“I’m not going anywhere, Lady,” I said, gesturing to Little Eddy making a tent under the duvet.

She disappeared into the bathroom and i put the phone on the nightstand. She didn’t take long but I was staring out the windows, lost in my thoughts when she returned. Climbing on the bed, she straddled my hips and pulled the covers up around her waist, “Open your mouth.”

Her breath was minty fresh and I knew she had brushed her teeth in the bathroom and I was suddenly self-conscious about my own breath. It was a new feeling, I was never self-conscious about anything.

I opened my mouth, and like she had read my thoughts she placed a breath strip on my tongue. In that moment it was my heart and not my dick that twitched.

Settling my hands on his hips, I shifted so she was perfectly stradldling my hard on and I arched up into her. She sucked a breath through her teeth, hands coming to rest on my bare shoulders.

When I spoke my breath was also minty fresh, “Are you sure, Lady?”

Rolling her hips against me, she shyly bit her lip and I felt my self control shred. “Lady?”

Letting her lip pop out from between her teeth she answered, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

I lifted my hands to hold her head, thumbs under her chin and I held her for a kiss.

She was the one to deepen the kiss, her tongue slipping between my lips and an absolutely feral sound originated in my throat. Holding her to me, I flipped us and she gave a small squeak as her back hit the mattress. I had an entire buffet of Adelaide and her lips were just round one. Breaking the kiss I started to nibble down her neck.

Her hands trailed up my spine, her voice breathless, “holy shit Eddy.”

“What?” I replied between kisses. I was trying to decide if that silken pajama set was going to hit the floor now or later.

“You just threw me around like a feather.”

I chuckled against her skin, “Trust me you’re not a feather, but you’re not another 240lb hockey player in full pads either. You’re not nearly as big as you think you are.”

She didn’t answer, just gasped as I nipped her nipple through her cami, my free hand plucking at the other. I suddenly made a decision and lifted the shirt up and over her head, red silk and white lace hitting the floor before I laid her back down again.

Her fingers threaded through my hair as I sucked a nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the nub. My fingers rolled her other nipple between them before I trapped it and started to squeeze with increasing pressure until Adelaide arched her hips into me with a moan.

Her voice was barely a whisper, “oh my god, Eddy.”

I hummed against her as I continued kissing down her body, “hmmm, if that’s all it takes to get an ‘oh my god, Eddy.’ I’m looking forward to the rest of this.”

She flinched when I started kissing across her stomach and I’m pretty sure I actually growled, “Whatever dumb insecure bullshit you just thought of, knock it off.”

I kissed across her belly again, tongue dipping into her navel before my fingers found the waistband of her shorts. They too hit the floor and suddenly she was laid out in front of me completely naked. She was just as spectacular as I thought she would be.

“Fuck, you are beautiful.”

Her pussy lips were glistening and I traced a finger down the seam gathering her juices before I let it slip between them. Watching her face, I slid my finger over her clit and pressed down, rolling it against the pad of my finger. She gasped and her hands fisted in the sheets.

I let my finger slide down her folds, adding pressure as it found her entrance and I pushed it inside. She was so wet and warm, I needed to taste her. I moaned as I licked her clit; she was so tight and her cunt sucked my finger inside her. She arched off the bed and buried her fingers in my hair, gripping the strands as I lapped at her cunt and fucked her with my finger.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to see this beautiful woman cum. I sucked on her clit and slid a second finger inside her and she gasped. Twisting them inside her I pressed the tips to her walls, searching for her g-spot and her hips lifted when I found it and she gyrated in the air trying to get more stimulation.I fucked her with my fingers then, dragging them along the spot, clit trapped between my teeth as I sucked. She was panting as I fucked her, chest heaving, breasts moving with every breath.

When she started to beg, I almost lost it. “Eddy, oh my god. Please. PLEASE.” I pushed a third finger inside her and bit down on her clit with increasing pressure until her back bowed off the bed and she was scratching at the headboard with her free hand. Her pussy convulsed around my fingers and I let her clit go, lapping at it with a flat tongue as I fucked her through the orgasm, cunt rippling around my digits.

Her juices were running down my hand and I needed to be inside her. Untangling her hand from my hair I pushed it above her head and gripped both of her wrists in my hand as I levered over her, shoving my underwear down my hips. My cock bounced free and I shifted, dragging the head through her dripping pussy until it notched at her entrance.

My voice was more forceful than I intended for it to be. “Are you on birth control?”

She nodded, hands still pinned above her head and I slid into her body with a hard thrust, feeling the crown of my cock drag against her walls. Even after an orgasm and good finger fucking she was still tight and it took few thrusts to get all the way in. I held my dripping fingers to her mouth. “Suck.” Her lips stretched around all three fingers, tongue running over them, tasting herself.

When I was buried inside her to the hilt, I felt the tip of my cock pressed against her cervix and she rotated her hips, trying to get me deeper. Taking my hand out of her mouth, I supported my weight with it. She squirmed under my body and she whined, her voice needy. “Eddy, fuck Eddy, you are so big, I need more.”

I bent down, lips latching onto her skin below her collarbone and I sucked hard as I slammed my hips into her repeatedly. I did this for a few minutes, sucking a bruise into her skin, marking her as my hips set a slow forceful pace. The only sounds were her whimpers covered by the fervent slap of our bodies together. When the mark was an angry purple, I turned my attention to her nipples; my cock was slamming into her so hard that her entire body shook, which had her boobs bouncing in my face.

I latched onto a nipple, my free hand trapping the other between my fingers and I bit down and squeezed at the same time. She arched up into me with a string of curses, legs wrapping around my waist and that was my undoing. I braced both hands on the headboard and I fucked her hard and furious, our bodies sounding like applause through hissed expletives.

Her orgasm seemed to catch her by surprise as I shifted my hips, the shaft of my cock dragging along her clit as I fucked her. Watching her face as she came was my breaking point and I felt my balls tighten as I shot stream after stream of cum into her cunt.

I braced my weight on my forearms trying not to put too much weight on her, because I didn’t want to pull out just yet. I wanted to stay inside her hot wet warmth forever.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

My voice was breathless like Scarlett O’Hara had run a mile, “Holy Shit Eddy.” He refused to put any weight on me, but refused to move as well so I wrapped my arms around him and tugged.

His voice was muffled in the crook of my neck, “No Lady, I’m too heavy.”

“Let me be the judge of that will ya,” I said, pressing a kiss into his temple. I tugged him down again and this time he obliged, settling his weight carefully on top of me, his softening cock still inside me, filling me. I wanted to stay in this moment forever.

We laid there, sweat drying on my skin, pussy still fluttering anemically around his cock as he nosed my ear pressing gentle kisses along my neck. “That was perfect, you’re perfect. God, I don’t even know when I’ve cum that hard.”

I sighed and hugged him tight, “One of the drawbacks of living in the moment is wanting to stay here forever, never wanting to go back to reality.”

He propped himself up on an elbow and kissed me sloppy and deep, our tongues lazily entwining until he had his fill and he pulled back, pressing his wet lips to my face in soft kisses. “You think when Christmas is over I’m just going to go away? You are sorely mistaken. I just became addicted to you Lady.”

I sighed again, relaxing into the heat his body produced, “You say that now, before we have to go back to the real world.”

He pulled back, lifting his hips to watch his dick slide out of my body, followed by a trickle of his cum. I watched him as his fingers gathered it and bit my lip as he shoved it back inside him. It was so crude and possessive, I almost came again before he brought his finger to my lips, his voice commanding, “Suck.”

Opening my mouth, I drew them in, sucking our co-mingled juices off his skin. He uttered a hissed, “Fuck,” and pulled his fingers from my mouth as there was a knock at the door

He kissed me, tongue invading my mouth like he was trying to lick our cum off of my tongue. Sex with Dan had never been like this. We had only done it a handful of times but they had been fumbling, hurried, unfulfilling events in the dark with him grunting and thrusting erratically and I had nothing else to compare them too. If this was what sex was supposed to be like, I understood why Adele was so insistent I get out an “get some.”

There was another knock, “Room service!”

He broke the kiss and pressed our foreheads together, “I ordered coffee and breakfast last night.”

I gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “Mmm, that was mighty thoughtful of you.”

His eyes were soft and almost a little wistful, “Is it weird that I’m hoping this blizzard lasts a few more days and instead of going home I can just spend the next three days fucking you in increasingly depraved ways?”

I gave him another chaste kiss. “Go get breakfast before my ass deflates.”

He pouted and kissed me again, “We can’t have that, it’s one of my favorite parts about you.”

I gave him a small shove. “Go.” He responded by tucking the covers around my naked body, his cock limp and shiny against his thighs as he pulled his underwear on and walked to the other side of the bed for his joggers.

There was no way to hide the smell of sex in the room and I wanted to pull the covers over my head and hide from the employee delivering breakfast.

How he managed to pull on his sweats and gracefully hop across the suite, I don’t know. I would have crashed into 14 pieces of furniture and probably needed stitches and a trip to the hospital.

“Can I pay for the tip, or…” I asked, after clearing my throat. He snatched his wallet off the table and rolled his eyes at me, clearly not dignifying my request with an answer.

I threw a pillow at his retreating back and huffed, “You’re such a jerk!”

A smirk covered his face as he reached the door, “Yeah, according to Don Cherry, I’m part of a bunch.”

I flopped back into the remaining pillows and pulled the covers over my head, he was impossible, “Well Don Cherry is a dinosaur in completely awful suits!”

I stayed under the duvet for the transaction and wondered if I could just hide out under the goose down forever. Soon the smell of bacon smothered the smell of sex in the room and I peeked out from the safety of the duvet only to find Joel wafting the smell toward me with a napkin.

His grin was wide, “Mmm. There’s my Lady. Come eat.”

I rolled my eyes, clutching the sheet to my chest, and trying to find the pajama set to put on.

He poured me a coffee. “Lady, just wrap the sheet around you and come eat, because getting dressed is an act of futility. I’m just going to strip you naked again as soon as we are done eating.”

Somehow I managed to gather the huge sheet around my body in some kind of toga and not trip on the ends as I made my way to the table. When I sat and started to chew on a piece of bacon, my voice was dry, “What makes you think you’re going to get me naked again?”

A smile stretched his face, but his eyes were dark. “Because I’m gonna put on the antlers and you’re gonna put on the elf hat.”

I tried to resist the whole body shiver that snaked down my spine, but based on Eddy’s gleeful smirk I wasn’t sure how successful I was.

Picking up a fork I pushed the eggs around on my plate. “Speaking of that… we didn’t um.. Use protection.”

He paused chewing and swallowed before he spoke, “You said you were on birth control.”

“I am… but like pregnancy isn’t the only STD”

He choked on his coffee at the implication that children were STDs. “I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested.”

Frowning, I put down my fork. “Oh yeah? What about me? I could be a giant… slut!”

He gave me a dry look, “The fact that you had to search for the word slut in you vocabulary tells me all I need to know, but please stop me if at any point this becomes inaccurate. You met Dan three years ago. It took him almost six months to get into your pants. You’d have sex two to three times a week at first, you were engaged by your second year together, by the third year you were down to once a month at most, none at all leading up to the wedding. You figured the wedding would change things.”

My frown became a scowl and I pushed the eggs around on my plate some more. I didn’t want to tell him he was off the mark but not in the way he would be expecting and that my experience was actually much much less than that. He looked awfully pleased with himself as he finished his stupid egg white omlette. I hoped it tasted like sad kale.

“We actually only had sex a few times and it wasn’t like what we…” I trailed off and pushed my food around some more.

I could tell he didn’t know what to do with that information, so he changed the subject, “Stop frowning and start eating.” He finished his plate and grabbed his phone off the nightstand.

While he disappeared into his device my eyes strayed to the windows and the city of Chicago. We both spoke at the same time.

“The snow stopped.”

“Our flight wasn’t cancelled.”

Suddenly, I was faced with the reality that life existed outside of this suite and I was going to bumfuck nowhere Manitoba with a professional hockey player to crash his family’s Christmas.

He pointed at me, the rest of his fingers still curled around his phone, “Stop it.”

I frowned and pushed the eggs to the other side of my plate, just to change it up for once. “What? I didn’t do anything.”

“You’ve suddenly realized you said you’d go home with me and you’re feeling some sort of way about it and that way is not jumping for joy,” he said as he refilled my coffee up with his free hand.

It was creepy how easy could read me, he barely knew me, “Joel…”

He practically growled. “I hate when you call me Joel. When you call me Eddy you’re all cute or turned on. When you call me Joel, inevitably, something I’m not going to like is about to come out of your mouth. New rule, you’re not allowed to call me Joel.”

He started clearing his side of the table, putting things back on the cart. “Finish your breakfast. Our flight was moved up an hour. They want to try and get us out of here before the skies clear completely and the temperature drops 20 degrees and the runways are covered in ice instead of snow.”

I managed a few bites of the eggs, ate another strip of bacon and gave up on breakfast. My Momma would have been cluckin’ and feeling my forehead. Wrapping my hands around my mug of coffee, I stared out the window. The oppressive snow clouds started to lift and once again the Chicago street below me started to buzz with cars and people as the city began to dig out from the storm. My mind joined them, wondering what each one was doing with their day.

I felt pressure on my wrist, when I looked down Joel was carefully unwrapping my fingers from the mug and he tugged me out of my seat. When he spoke his voice was soft, “Hey, do you still want to come home with me?”

My shoulders lifted so high I could've sworn they brushed my earlobes before I dropped them in an exaggerated shrug. “I like you, I like the way you make me feel. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth to keep feeling this way but, everything just seems to be processing finally.”

He stepped closer, his fingers and palms grazing the line of my jaw before his hands buried in my hair. He lifted my chin with his thumbs and pressed a kiss to my lips. “No pressure, you know. We can go to Toronto or I can take you home to Alabama and crash your family’s Christmas.”

I managed to stop my eyes mid roll, because Joel in Alabama would be a disaster, “I’m just worried about what people will think, what your family will think. You already posted that photo to instagram, people probably think I’m some holiday hooker or something.”

He rested his forehead against mine, “Adelaide, no one with a soul can dislike you and why do you care what people think? No one on Instagram thinks you’re a holiday whore, they think you’re my girlfriend. So if that addressed all your concerns, in a perfect world where would you be right now?”

“On my honeymoon with a man who loved me and inbetween sightseeing and sex I’d be worried if the new towels matched the shower curtains for the house.” The thought escaped before I could stop it and he sighed.

“Well, I’m wayyyy better than Dear Old Dan, but Manitoba is a poor substitute for Toronto, so we are batting 50/50.”

I placed the hand I wasn’t using to hold up my sheet toga up, on his bare chest. I knew it wasn’t possible but I felt electricity flow between us. “But you’re going to be in Manitoba, so Manitoba wins.” He lifted my chin and kissed me again, this time his tongue sliding between my teeth.

As we kissed he backed me up against the bed and I yelped, my mouth ripped away from his as I fell ungracefully onto the mattress.

Joel didn’t flop around like a beached sperm whale, his descent to the bed was controlled and graceful as his arms landed on the bed on either side of my head.

His head tilted, brows arching as he looked at me, “A weird expression just crossed your face.”

“I was momentarily jealous of how graceful you are.”

“Is that what that expression was?” He looked amused.

“Yes, bu this expression is me remembering there’s at LEAST two videos of you on youtube sprawling on the ice because you forgot to take your skate guards off and that made me feel better about myself.”

He sat up against the headboard and hauled my sheet-toga clad body against his. “I’m glad those seriously embarrassing moments in my life give you peace.”

Unwrapping my body, I settled the sheet over both of us and rested my head on his shoulder. After a moment, he cleared his throat and when I looked up at him, he was wearing the reindeer antlers. “I believe I have a fantasy…”He plopped the elf hat on my head with a hopeful waggle of his eyebrows, “What do you say?”

I didn’t answer, just trailed my fingers down his body, the tips dipping into the valleys of his abs, feeling the muscles contract at the sensation. I wondered how much he worked out to get a body like this and I figured it was a million hours per day and I knew he sacrificed bacon and egg yolks. His body was nice, but God, at what cost?

His cock jumped, already hard, as I licked his sex lines and slipped my fingers around him giving a firm tug. Living in the moment was something new for me and apparently it took practice. But I was fully flexing that tiny little muscle now and fully prepared to chase my own pleasure while using this man’s body like an adult playground.

His cock still had that musty after sex smell clinging to the skin and I wanted to taste it, taste us. Leaning over him I ran my tongue around the mushroomed crown and he let out a breath through his nose, one of his hands sliding into my hair, “Fuck, Baby.”

I licked the length before taking him in my mouth and sucked until my lips met my hand. When I let him go to take him in my throat his hips lifted and I thought he was going to fuck my face. Instead, his hand fisted in my hair and he gently pulled me off his cock. “I’m too close. I don't want to finish in your mouth.”

He pulled me on top of his body as I licked my lips. “But what if I want to taste you?”

“Mmm you can suck it off my cock after.” His hand slipped between our bodies and I suddenly found myself full of his fingers, “But my cum belongs here.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know what to say to that but I felt my walls ripple against his digits and I rocked on them as I got wetter.

His smile was wicked as he removed his fingers and lined up his cock, gripping my hips and rolling them slowly until he was buried inside me. “You like that idea? Being full of my cum?”

I bit my lip and nodded, rolling my hips again, feeling him deep inside me, head snug against my cervix he was so deep. The pressure was arousing and intense and I wanted more even though there wasn’t anymore of him or anywhere for it to go. Bracing my hands on his chest I let him take my whole weight, feeling so full of his entire length pressed inside me.

Letting go of my hips, he palmed my breasts, hefting them and holding the weight of them in his hands as I rode him. “I’m going to remember this forever.”

I was so turned on, my entire body felt flushed as his dick slid in and out of my sopping pussy. I mewled when his fingers plucked at my nipples and rolled my hips to shift the angle of his cock inside me, trying to get friction on my clit.

When he pinched my nipples, I gasped and increased my pace, “Fuck Eddy, I’m so close.” My voice was breathy and my hair was sticking the sweat on my neck.

Releasing one, the blood rushing to the tip was a sensation I felt right in my clit and his hand slid down my belly, his thumb seeking the bundle of nerves that so desperately wanted stimulation. One of my nipples was still pinched between his fingers and he increased the pressure rolling it between the pads of his thumb and forefinger as his thumbnail scraped my clit and I fell apart, bucking hard on his cock, as I had the hardest orgasm I had ever experienced.

His hips shot up as my walls fluttered around him, fucking me through it. “That’s it. Cum on my cock, Lady.” His fingers teasing my nipples and clit didn’t stop until I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and my elbows buckled.

Before I knew what was happening, he was out from under me and I whimpered as he pulled out, but he then he was behind me, pulling me to my knees and he slammed back in, fucking me so furiously that a second orgasm followed on the heels of the first, and this time his thrusts became erratic as he slammed into my cunt, cock twitching as he spilled inside me for the second time.

His long fingers were gripping my hips so hard I was sure there were going to be bruises and he was pressed as deep as he could be as the final ropes of cum shot out of him.

He stayed in me, pelvis flush with my ass as he ran a hand up and down my sweaty spine. “When you cum it feels like your pussy is literally trying to milk the cum from my balls. Is it weird that I like fucking you bareback? I never fuck women without a condom,” his voice was rough as he finally pulled out and I felt some of his cum dribble out. His fingers scooped it up and he held it in front of my lips. I lapped at his fingers as he flopped next to me and hauled me against his chest.

I made some sort of noise that indicated the negative to his question and ran my fingers down his chest. The asshole wasn’t sweating or winded and I felt like I needed a drink and a cigarette and 20 hours of sleep.

His phone vibrated on the side table and he reached over to grab it, “Your sister is trying to call again.”

I buried my face into his chest. “You have to change your phone number now. I have to change my number too. Does your mom want a daughter?”

Declining the call, he set the phone back on the table and wrapped his long arms around me, “I already got a DM from a cousin asking if the woman in the photo I posted was my fiance. There were apparently some wires crossed between my mom and aunt and the words ‘daughter-in law’ were used in some capacity and honestly, I don’t know the whole story but if we eloped no one would be happier than my mother.”

I didn’t know what to do with all that information and I just sighed, listening to Joel’s steady heartbeat beneath my ear tracing figure eights around his nipple with my fingernail.

He swept my hair over my shoulder. “Are you just going to ignore that?”

“YUP. No idea how to process so didn’t happen. I heard nothin’.”

His fingers continued combing through my hair, “It’s almost 9:30. We still need to get up and showered before we check out so we can get to the airport on time. And your phone has been off since last night according to the angry text I just got from Adele, so maybe turn it on and call your family before your dad kills me and no one ever finds the body.”

I rolled my eyes. “Are you sure Adele isn’t your type? You’re both giant drama queens.”

“Ma’am I am a drama KING.”

I tried to use my liquid muscles to sit up. “Ok Mr. Crop Top Man.”

A yelp escaped as he suddenly flipped us, his narrow hips between my thighs, arms caged around my head, lips on mine as his tongue lashed into my mouth. I was halfway turned on again when he lifted his head, “I just made you cum like four times in the last two hours, are you seriously questioning my virile masculinity?”

“If I say yes will you make it five?” I said with a smug tone.

He groaned, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “You’re a vixen. I would love nothing more than to spend the day in bed, enjoying your body, making you scream my name, but that has to wait until All Star break. Maybe I can whisk you away to someplace with a beach and little umbrellas in the drinks, but right now, you have to get your beautiful butt outta bed and I don’t mind you smelling like my cum, I prefer it actually, but other people might not like it.”

When I spoke my voice was soft, “All Star break? Some place with a beach?”

“You heard me. Now, let’s go.” He rolled off of me and I was being hauled to my feet and directed to the bathroom still trying to process his comment about the break.

[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 14

Word Count: 3,417

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders

Notes: Well, here we are onto another part of Bubble Wrapped. When we last left this story, our reader had just had a magical date with Matt Barzal. Will she stick with him of go looking for someone new to hook up. So I’m hoping the wrap this story up in a couple more parts. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted…hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all! Also sorry for posting this late. I’ll queue for tomorrow afternoon as well.

As soon as you said goodbye to Mat, you checked on how things were going at the hotel. Tomorrow would be another hectic day as the Canes would be moving out and the Islanders moving in, and you wanted to make sure everything was in order. By the time you got up to the suite, both Dougie and Svech were already upstairs in their room, though you found Joel over at the bar pouring himself a dram of one the most expensive whiskeys you had.

 “Don’t worry, you can bill me or I’ll have a bottle shipped here to replace it,” he said before taking a healthy swallow of the strong spirit.

 “I’m not worried about it. Pour me one if you don’t mind.”

 “Really? Never took you for a whiskey girl.”

 “My father taught me to appreciate it,” you told him taking the glass he offered, then sipping the amber liquid. “And well, this is something that should be appreciated. Sorry about the game.”

 “I’m not sure you are.”

 “And what does that mean exactly?”

 Joel eyed you suspiciously. “Please after that little scene downstairs. I’m sure you’ll be happy to be rid of us.”

 You knew that he had seen you with Mat. That he was taking it like this stunned you, for honestly, you thought Svech would be more of a problem than Joel. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it, you attempted to explain. “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Joel. We never promised anything or talked about anything more after that one night.”

 “I didn’t think we had to,” he said rather harshly, and you gave him a look of warning to keep it down knowing that Dougie and Svech were upstairs. “When you share something like we did, it sort of speaks for itself.”

 “Apparently, it doesn’t.” The look of hurt on his face sent a horrible twist in your gut. “I’m sorry Joel. I didn’t think that it was anything more than just a one-time thing for you.”

 He downed the rest of his whiskey, his fingers almost white as he gripped the crystal. “I guess that’s all it was for you.” You knew you’d been playing a dangerous game with these men. Which is why when you were with Mat tonight, you thought you needed to end it. This bubble would be over soon, and you knew you had some decisions to make.

 “I don’t know what you want me to say. You never asked me out. Mat did. It’s as simple as that.” You knew that really wasn’t a valid explanation but it was all you had. “Maybe if this,” you said motioning between the two of you. “Happened at a different time or a different place, but it didn’t.”

 His shoulders sagged and you could see the defeat not only from the game but you as well, in his eyes. “And now I’m leaving in the morning.”

 “Unfortunately, you are.”

 He released the glass, and moved from behind the bar, walking so that only inches separated the two of you. “Well, if you ever change your mind, let me know.” He grabbed your waist and hauled you close to his body before his lips came down on yours. The kiss was hard and punishing, one meant to leave a lasting impression and it did. There was part of you that just wanted to melt into him, but then you pushed him back, knowing that it wasn’t right when you had feelings for another. Well more than one person actually, and to throw someone else in the mix wasn’t right. “Goodbye, (Y/N).” With that he headed upstairs, leaving you to wonder if you’d ever see him again.

 You grabbed the glass of whiskey and downed the rest of its contents. The taste of the expensive alcohol lost on you. You stood by the bar wondering how the hell you’d gotten yourself in this predicament. For years you’d watched the bachelor or bachelorette wondering how their feelings could be so torn between two people in so little time. Now, you found yourself with that same dilemma. Your heart was already torn by three men and now it ached for Joel, though not in the same way it did for the other guys. You headed to your room, locking the door behind you. The last thing you needed was Svech coming to your door in the middle of the night.

 Sleep came easily, and by the time you woke in the morning the men were all packed and ready to go. You bid them all farewell, noting a hint of sadness in both Joel and Andrei, though you pushed it away and went on with your day. By the afternoon, thoughts of the Canes were starting to dwindle as you worked towards moving the New York based team into the hotel. You saw Mat wink at you, as room assignments were given, and butterflies started to churn in your stomach.

 They had a game that night, so you didn’t expect to see Mat at all. The knock on your door that evening was a surprise, and you barreled down the stairs to answer it. “Do you always answer the door in nothing but a t-shirt?” Mat asked.

 “Um…No. I actually forgot this was all I had on. I was just getting ready for bed, but I can go change.”

 “No. Don’t. I wasn’t complaining,” he told you as he finally stepped inside, and kissed your cheek. “Hope it’s not too late?”

 “It’s not.” It was then that you realized your hair was thrown up in a messy bun and you had absolutely not one drop of makeup on your face. “I’m just surprised you’re here after moving in and playing tonight. I thought you’d be exhausted.”

 Mat simply shrugged. “Not really, kind of keyed up from the win. Did you watch?”

 You had of course, but you were also watching the Stars and Tyler, or at least you had been until Mat knocked on your door. “Of course, you played well.” He had even though he didn’t score.

 “Thanks, I didn’t mean to bug you,” he told you glancing around the suite and taking everything in. “I just wanted to stop by and see you for a minute. You know…now that I’m in the building and all.”

 The two of you were standing at the door still somewhat awkwardly. Why did this man make you so nervous all of the sudden? “You’re not bugging. Did you want to stay for a while?”

 Mat had his hands in his pockets, almost as if he was trying to keep them from pulling off what little clothes you had on. “I’d like that.”

 “Have a seat. I’m just going to run upstairs, turn off the tv, and uh….” You motioned down to your attire or lack thereof. Mat stopped you though, right as you made a move to leave.

 “Seriously (Y/N), don’t change.” His hands went to your hips and he drew your body close to his. “You look sexy as hell like this, and that’s me telling you the truth. I’m not trying to make a move or something. We can just cuddle on the couch for a bit.”

 Your arms looped around his neck, enjoying the feel of his thick muscles there. “Ok.” You kissed him then, just sweet and tenderly, half hoping that it would turn into more, but Mat pulled away before that could happen and led you to the couch. He pulled you down onto his lap, curling your body into his.

 “I thought about this all day.” He confessed.

 “Did you?”

 “Mmmhmm.” His large hands began to caress your skin and you felt yourself melting into him. “So, what were you watching.”

 “I just had whatever game was on.”

 “Oh, watching the competition huh? Should I be worried?”

 “Maybe a little,” you teased though only partly considering you did have feelings for Tyler.

 “Oh, ok,” he scoffed a little. “Hand me the remote and let me see who my competition is.” It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you found yourself giving him the control to turn on the game.  The Stars were playing Calgary that night, in what appeared to be their final game of the series if the score was any indication. “Tell me you’re not talking to Tkachuk?” Mat seemed almost offended at the idea.

 “He’s a little young for me.” Matthew Tkachuk was older than Svech, though not by much. Had the opportunity ever presented itself you may have fallen in bed with the curly-haired forward, but couldn’t see anything lasting with him.

 “He’s not that much younger than me, but I like that he’s not on your radar. So, let me see who else do we have here.” You could see him watching each line change and knew that you needed to deter him before he guessed Tyler and you’d end up giving yourself away. “Is it Hanifin? He’s a year younger than me I think.” You grabbed the remote and clicked off the television. “Hey, what’d you do that for?”

 “Because I’m not going to spend all night having you guess about someone that isn’t here in this room with me.” You threaded your fingers through the longer locks at the nape of his neck. “Especially when we could be doing so many other things.” You pulled his mouth down on yours, kissing him hard and letting him know what you really wanted now that he was here.

 Mat read your cue perfectly. His tongue swept in and took control, ravaging your mouth and stealing you of your senses. He cupped both of your cheeks, practically fusing your lips to his in a breath-stealing kiss. The two of you stayed like that for some time, neither of you making a move to take it any further, but then you felt his hand slide down to your neck and over your back. The move was subtle and gentle, and Mat’s warm hand on your back had you leaning in even closer to his body; wanting and needing more. Before you knew it, you found yourself shifting, so that you straddled his hips.

 Mat’s hands stole under the hem of your shirt, to cup the globes of your ass, and a gasp left your lips causing the two of you to break apart. “I promised myself I wouldn’t take things this far tonight,” Mat whispered, his breathing harsh.

 “That’s a pretty big promise to make without even consulting me,” you teased, peppering him with kisses.

 “I just don’t want you to think that I’m only here for sex.” The look on his face, had you pulling back. “I meant what I said last night when I told you I want more.”

 You sat back on your haunches, still straddling him and feeling his erection growing. “I know Mat. Look, I can’t promise you anything…” His wounded puppy dog eyes were slowly killing you. “Yet. I still need time to think.”

 “I understand.” You weren’t entirely sure he did, for he looked like a lost puppy.

 “I can make you one promise though.” You tilted his chin up, which had fallen down in dejection moments ago. “While we’re here in Toronto, I won’t be with anyone else but you.”

 The sadness in his eyes left, replaced by a sparkle of hope. “That’s all I can ask.” Mat kissed you then, his tongue invading your mouth, swirling with yours. This time when his hands went to the hem of your shirt they didn’t stop until he had it off of your body, leaving you clad in nothing but a lacy thong. “God, you’re beautiful.” His hands glided up your sides until they reached the undersides of your breasts. He cupped them both, squeezing and kneading the flesh in his hands, as your back arched into his palms. Mathew’s lips traveled down your collarbone, only stopping once he had one nipple between them. You moaned into the room, clutching at his scalp as he sucked and nibbled on the little peak.

 Your hips started to rock back and forth against Mat’s, feeling his erection grow against you. “Where’s the bedroom?” Mat hissed out lifting both of your bodies off the sofa. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively. “I’m not taking you on some couch again.”

 You softly chuckled at him. “Upstairs, on the right.” He was taking the stairs two at a time as if you weighed no more than a feather. You clutched at his neck dropping kisses to his face and collarbone along the way. Once he entered your bedroom, he slammed the door shut. “No one else is here…” You meant to tell him that there was no need to shut the door, but then he pinned you against it, his hips thrusting into yours and you moaned out.

 Mat kissed you long and hard, stealing your breath away. You could feel yourself growing wet with desire as your tongues mated together, mimicking what your bodies wanted to do. Mat finally pulled away, his eyes darting around the room in search of the bed. Once he located it, he carried you over to it, laying you down gently while his body hovered over yours. “You’re so damn beautiful.” You reached for him then, bringing his lips to yours, just needing to kiss him again. Mat’s kisses were intoxicating. They made you feel as if they were only meant for kissing you and damn if that didn’t feel amazing. But then they were gone, though still on your body making their way down to your breasts, before continuing on to your core.

 He slid your panties off and spread your legs, as he dropped kisses all around your pussy, evading that one place you yearned to have him kiss. Mat stripped off his shirt before kneeling in front of you and sliding you to the edge, so he could work his way up your inner thigh. You leaned up on your elbows watching, as a smirk crossed his face; a devilish grin transforming him into a kid that had been caught opening his Christmas presents early, right before his lips found your clit. “Ooohh,” you moaned out, your head falling back and your arms trembling with an effort to hold your upper body up, as his mouth did unholy things to you.

 “You like that baby?” Mat asked and you could feel him grinning against your cunt. His tongue flattened against you before you could answer and all you could do to reward him was moan out his name. You fell back against the bed, your hands clutching at the bedsheets, as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.

 “Fuck,” you hissed out, one hand threading into his locks and encouraging him to continue. His tongue was like magic, as he licked and sucked at your core. You couldn’t help your hips lifting up into him, as sensation after sensation started to rip through your body. Mat held you down with one strong arm across your midsection, still working his mouth over you. Pressure from his splayed hand on your mons rocketed through your body and you thought you were going to explode then and there, but then Mat dipped his finger inside you, only in to his first knuckle while he lapped at your clit. You were teetering on the edge, ready to break at any second but Mat wasn’t ready for that just yet. He removed his finger, coated with your wetness, and spread it all over your pussy.

 “You’re so damn wet, baby. Do you know what that does to me? How hard it makes me.” Fuck you loved it when he said things like this. His finger dipped back inside, this time all the way and you groaned out at how good it made you feel. He pumped it in and out of you a few times before adding another. “You’re so tight. Gotta get you ready for my cock, baby.” God, you wanted it. You wanted him to just thrust his dick inside you and fuck you for the rest of your time in the bubble. Maybe it was your hips thrusting into his hand or maybe Mat was just taking pity on you, but the next thing you knew his tongue was back on your clit and you were shattering beneath him. Your pussy convulsing around his fingers as they worked you through your orgasm.

 Mat gave you a second to recover, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes as you caught your breath. When you finally did, you made your way up the bed a little more, Mat chasing you as he hovered over your body. He kissed you, as you sunk back against the pillows; tasting yourself on his lips. His cock nudged at your entrance, and you bent your knees to give him easier access into you. Mat took his time sliding into you, letting you feel every inch of his cock. When he was buried balls deep inside you, he moaned into your mouth, loving how your pussy clenched around him. You hooked one of your legs around his hips so that he pressed even deeper into your core, only then did he release your lips. “Are you trying to kill me?” All you could do was grin up at him before he flexed his hips and started to move. You were lost then, floating on a cloud that pushed you closer to that slice of heaven that seemed to only be found when he was inside you.

 The two of you moved as one, and all that could be heard in your bedroom was the sound of your bodies coming together mixed with your moans. Mat couldn’t control himself, he knew he was close to climaxing inside you, yet he pushed himself to bring you to that brink with him; driving into you with a force he knew that would bring you pleasure. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he wedged his hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit, with the right amount of pressure that drove you wild. That was all it took. Your back arched, your legs trembled, and your pussy quivered around him as the orgasm hit you. At the first sign of you cumming, Mat was done, so far gone in his own climax he couldn’t think straight.

 His body still shivered from the force of the orgasm, as he rolled to his side taking you with him. You laid there staring into his eyes as he gazed back at you. “Can you stay or do you need to go back to your room?”

 “Oh, I can stay, as long as you want me.” His hand was idly stroking your hair as you drew lazy circles on his chest, so content and at peace just being there with him.

 “Of course, I want you to stay.” There was nothing you wanted more than to lay just like this in his arms for the rest of the night and into tomorrow. You felt him get a bit more comfortable, shifting you ever so slightly so that your head was now on his chest where you could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

 “Well, then it looks like you got me.” You didn’t need to look at him to see the smile on his face. It was the same one that graced yours.

 As you lay there listening to Mat’s heartbeat you could feel yourself drifting off. “We should set the alarm,” you mumbled. “My phone is on the nightstand.” Mat grabbed it and went to hand it to you, but you were too sated to be bothered. “Just set it for whatever time you need up at.”

 Mat looked at the phone then and noticed the two missed calls and a voicemail there, both from the same number. He looked down at you resting on his chest, almost asleep. He should tell you, he really should, but then that ugly green-eyed monster reared its head and he found himself deleting both the calls. He waited until you were in a deep enough sleep before listening to the voicemail. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself. Mat now knew Tyler was his competition and there was no way he was going to let him win this game, even if it meant he had to play a little dirty.  

[leafsbabe]

how Joel Edmundson is like in bed:

what Joel Edmundson is like in bed:

- Joel is a fun guy to be with

- he’s definitely a bit handsy in public

- always trying to start things

- but he doesn’t mind if you bring the same energy

- whisper dirty things in your ear while you’re at a party

- loves sundress season for obvious reasons

- Joel loves oral

- giving, receiving, doesn’t matter

- when he goes down on you he’ll definitely make it worth your time

- makes you come at least once before fucking you

- can’t keep his mouth shut if you’re not occupying him otherwise

- so much dirty talk

- always switching between calling you his princess or his dirty little slut

- would leave you covered in love bites but if you’re lucky he leaves them in hard to see places 

- down to get toys

- will just pull up any site you want and let you go wild with his credit card

- maybe get some lingerie while you’re at it

- not that you’re gonna be wearing it for long

- very experimental with positions and places

- so good at aftercare

- will absolutely take you apart and then put you back together

- very cuddly and affectionate

his dick:

- long

- thin

the experience:

9/10

[ilyasorokinn]

taylor's night of neglect

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going on from: wednesday, march 29 (today) - (wednesday, april 13)

[captain-mcdavid]

alternate ending - pt.1

it’s been two years... josh and y/n have moved on and started new lives. but what happens when they find themselves in the same city working side by side? can they move past their previous games and reconnect? or will old habits die hard?

word count: 4.9k

smut: yes | no

warnings: swearing, alcohol

“Oh my god, please Thomas.” You groan, “Please, can you just be serious for one second. One second!” 

He raises his hands in defeat, “Okay, fine.” 

“Thank you,” You sigh, “Now go.” 

“Wait, what am I supposed to say again?” He asks, and you and the videographer share a look before you roll your eyes. 

“Bienvenue à nouveau, fans des habs.” You remind him. “On three, okay?” He nods, and you count down, smiling when it finally goes off without a hitch. “Alright now one more time, in English and then we can all go home.” 

He nods, and then shoots you a wink. You shake your head at him, counting up to three for the last time.

“Welcome back, habs fans!” Thomas says, and Ted, your videographer smiles.

“Done.” He turns off the camera, and you give him a pat on the back.

“We really appreciate you coming in Thomas,” You say, “Thanks again.”

“Anything for you, Y/N.” He smirks, and then he heads out.

“Alright, Ted. I’ll see you soon,” You say, gathering your things. “Have a good night.”

With that you wave and head out of the arena. Setting your things in the front seat of your Range Rover, you grin, taking a minute to admire your new car. This was something that would have taken you five years to save up for with the pay at your old job.

It’s kind of ironic, where you were two years ago to where you are now... You didn’t like your job back in Ohio but you couldn’t say you ever saw yourself coming back to Canada, let alone working for an NHL team. 

You thought you had it all figured out back in Columbus. But after your life took a nose dive you realized you really didn’t. A fresh start was what you needed, and luckily with your vast experience in media, you were qualified for a position that Seth recommended to you. A position as head of media operations for the Montreal Canadiens. 

You were weary at first, because why would you want to work in the NHL after you had a huge falling out with one of the players, but the more thought you gave it, the better the offer seemed. It was in Montreal, one of the most beautiful cities in the world, the pay was double what you were getting in Ohio, and it would be a lot more fun.

Not to mention, there were 31 teams in the NHL, and if the one guy you were worried about did ever leave Columbus, there was a ninety three percent chance he wouldn’t come to Montreal. (Literally, you calculated.)

And now it’s been two years, arguably the best two years of your life. You have everything you didn’t have in Ohio; Stable friendships, a job you actually enjoy, a great support system. You’ve gained in every aspect of your life.

You’ve just walked in your front door, when your phone rings. You pull it out of your purse, laughing when you see your bosses name lighting up the screen. “It’s been ten minutes, Reid.” You say, and he laughs. “I’m off the clock.”

“I know, I know.” He responds. “I’m sorry, just this and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Okay, shoot.” You tell him. 

“Tomorrow, media day, I split the players in half for you. We’ll do the first half tomorrow, and then the rest Friday.” 

“Sounds fine to me.” You shrug, “What changed?” 

“We have two new players flying in tomorrow, but they won’t be in until Friday. I figured instead of saving just the two newbies for Friday and rushing you tomorrow with the rest of the guys, we’d just split it evenly.” He explains. 

“Oh,” You say, usually you found out rather quickly when there were trades and new acquisitions, but you hadn’t heard anything today. “I didn’t know we got any new players, trades?”

“Yeah, two trades. I don’t know much, it just happened. New guys are, uh- let me see...” There’s a fast beating in your heart that you haven’t felt for at least a year. When you first started, every time you heard about a trade you’d get a little nervous, cause what if it was him? Eventually those nerves went away, but they seem to have made a comeback all of the sudden. 

You shake out your jitters while you wait for Reid to give you the names, “Here they are, first guy: Joel Edmundson, from Carolina.” You nod, it’s a name you’ve never heard before. 

“Second, Josh Anderson, from Columbus.” 

But that one? It’s a name you’ve heard all too many times. 

Thank god you’re not driving anymore, because you’re sure you would have swerved into oncoming traffic after hearing that. You can feel a chill spread all the way out to your finger tips, a unsettling nervous feeling sitting on your shoulders like a goblin. This can’t be happening. 

He can’t be coming here. 

“Y/N?” 

The phone is still held to your ear, but you can barely breathe let alone get a word out. 

“Are you there?” Reid asks, and finally you manage to just murmur out a noise of acknowledgement, and then you’re hanging up, nearly collapsing onto the couch. You’re in full blown panic mode. 

Within thirty minutes you’ve already fully played out scenario in your head where you quit your job and leave the city, move back in with your parents like a loser and remain single for the rest of your life. And it sucks, but honestly, it sounds better than actually dealing with this. 

If you stay, and let everything play out, you’ll have to see Josh. You’ll have to talk to him, interview him, all while acting as professional as possible so no one figures out that you have history. Now that, that seems just about impossible. 

In a haze you grab for your phone, searching for a specific contact you haven’t used in a while.

“Y/N, nice to hear from you! It’s been a while!” He says, but there’s a note of nervousness to his voice. 

“Seth.” You scold him. 

“I’m assuming you found out about Montreal’s recent acquisition?” 

“Yup, sure did.” You say sarcastically. “Twenty nine other teams that he could have gone to, Seth. Why here?”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” He says, “Ninety three to seven, the odds were in your favor, but apparently you’re just really unlucky.” 

“Super fucking unlucky.” You whisper, and you can hear Seth sigh on the other end of the phone. “Well, know of any other teams that are looking for media op managers? Columbus would be great,” You ramble, “There’s a really small chance he’ll come back, right?”

“Y/N, come on.” Seth says, “Last time I heard from you, you were loving it over there.”

“Yeah,” You admit, “I do, I love it here, but that’s all gonna change now.”

“It doesn’t have to,” Seth says. “You said you guys ended things on okay terms, if there’s no bad blood it shouldn’t be weird?” 

“Okay terms is not good terms. He told me he’d wait for me to figure my shit out, and then I basically pushed him out the door.” You explain, “We haven’t spoken since then, there’s no way that this isn’t gonna end terribly.”

“You can both learn to be civil and professional,” Seth tries, “You shouldn’t have to give up your job because of this.”

“Yeah, well...” You sigh, shutting your eyes tight. When you open them again you’re kind of hoping you’ll be anywhere but where you actually are, with any other reality, but you’re just stuck. “I don’t really see another way this can go.” 

“Don’t say that,” Seth whispers, “Promise me you’ll at least try. Try to make things work, don’t just give up before you’ve even tested the waters. This might end up being not even half as bad as you think it will be.” 

When you don’t respond, Seth continues, “You love your job, you love the city, you have friends... You’ve built a life for yourself there and you can’t give that up over this.”

If it weren’t for those things you would have quit the second you heard Josh’s name, but Seth is right... You’ve worked for everything you have here. You owe it to yourself to at least try to make things work here before you give it all up. 

You rub your temples with a deep groan, a dreadful feeling that you’re gonna regret this sinking in. But you sigh and agree anyway, “Okay. I’ll try.” 

“Yes!” Seth says, “You got this.” 

“Does he know?” You ask quietly. “Where I am? What I do?”

“No,” Seth answers, “I can tell him... If you want me to.” 

“No that’s okay-,” You decide, “He should probably hear it from me. Thanks, Seth.” 

“You’re welcome,” He answers, and you can’t help but smile a little. He was probably the one thing you actually missed from Columbus. “Will you call me in a few days? Let me know how things are going?”

“Yeah, of course.” You answer, “I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

He confirms, and then says a short goodbye. 

You hang up the phone, and then head straight for your wine fridge. There’s a fancy bottle of white wine that you were saving for a special occasion, and while it’s not the type of celebration you were thinking, it definitely is an occasion. You pour yourself a tall glass, grab a chocolate bar, and head to the couch to start overthinking. 

Then you decide within the first ten minutes that thinking is going to do you no good, so you turn on the TV and grab another glass of wine, praying the alcohol will knock you out, because without it, there’s no way your brain will shut off. 

After the third glass and your sixth episode of Schitt’s creek, you finally start to feel tired. Instead of going upstairs and going to bed, you just flop over on the couch, pulling a blanket over your body before closing your eyes, avoiding all the thoughts bumping around in your head. 

They’ll still be there tomorrow you tell yourself, and then you’re out. 

••••••••••

friday

You’re basically tiptoeing around the arena, sneaking players here and there to get their headshots, all while trying your best to avoid him. 

Your plan is working quite well, you’ve manage to go over half the day without a run in. You’ve just finished with Shea, and you only have a few guys left, so you go for another stroll around the main concourse, looking for Brendan so you can get his goal animations done. You’re turning your head side to side, looking out for a short guy when you hear a familiar voice. 

It’s been two years but you’d recognize it anywhere. 

You freeze for a short moment before you’re all but throwing yourself into the room closest to you, which true to your luck, happens to be the men's bathroom. You twist the deadbolt behind you, staring at the door in pure horror. 

It wiggles against the hinges, and then you hear him, “This one’s locked, man.” 

You wait a good five minutes before you finally tiptoe out of the restroom, sneaking back to your office on extreme lookout. You sigh with relief when you’re in the constraints of your office. You’re finally safe now. 

“Y/N,” Reid announces, opening your office door as usual, without knocking.

You give him a small smile, “Hey, Reid, what can I do for you?”

“I found the new guys for you,” He grins, and the smile drops from your face almost immediately. “They’re ready for their close up!”

You kind of feel like there’s a camera that you can look into like you’re on the office or something, because wow, what stupidly perfect timing. 

Normally you’d have the mind to fake a laugh at his dumb joke, but you just shake your head in panic, standing from your chair as you flail your arms. “No-,” You start to say, but it’s too late. 

“C’mon in guys,” Reid moves further into your office to clear the door way and you swear you could literally throw up on the spot right now. 

“Reid- I asked Ted to do their media stuff-,” You try, but it’s too late. 

They walk in, and you slap a hand over your mouth to keep from swearing loudly in front of your boss. That doesn’t stop Josh though, you can’t even look up at him, but all that comes out of his mouth is, “Holy shit.”

You nod your head, your hand slides up from your mouth to the side of your face to act as a shield, while you give Reid your fakest smile. 

He furrows his brows at you, “Everything okay, Y/N?” 

“Yeah, yeah...” You murmur, and you finally drop the awkward hand, crossing your arms with a huff. Your eyes stay trained on Reid, “I just um, I had asked Ted if he would do their media shots and he said he’d take care of it.” You explain, and your boss makes a face at you. 

“Oh how come? Are you not feeling well?” He gives you an out before you can even think of one, and you jump on it immediately, nodding your head quickly. 

“Yeah, just like splitting head ache,” You say, “Nausea, it’s gross. I don’t know what’s going on.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks, and you feel terrible because you know he genuinely feels bad, Reid is one of the nicest guys out there. “You can go home, you don’t need to stick around.” He tells you, and you give him an appreciative smile, refusing to even let your eyes wander to the right. 

“That’s great, Reid. Thank you, I really appreciate it,” You’re about to drop, grab your bag and run out the room like the coward you are, but Reid motions to the boys and the overwhelming urge to throw up is stronger than ever. 

“I’ll just introduce you, and then I’ll send them over to Ted, you can get going.” He suggests, and you nod, sucking in a deep breath. “You’re looking quite pale actually.” Reid notes, “Poor thing,”

“Anyway,” He starts, and you force yourself to turn your body to the side, but you still can’t find the courage to look up at him. “This is Y/N, our head of media operations. She deals with all the social media, the interviews and that kind of thing. She’s great, she’s a huge part of our organization.” You give him a short smile in response, thanking him with a light tap on the arm. “Y/N, this is Joel and Josh, they’re gonna be great additions to the team.” 

“Joel, and Josh...” You respond quietly, extending a hand to Joel first, forcing yourself to make eye contact. “Nice to meet you,” You say, and then you move to Josh, holding out your hand to him too, repeating your earlier words firmly. “Nice to meet you,” 

It’s like your body goes cold when you look at him, he hasn’t changed one bit. He looks kind of confused, but accepts your handshake anyway, nodding with an unsure stare. He doesn’t make any move to let go, so you do it for him, pulling your hand from his grasp in a hurry while you grab your bag from behind you. 

“Sorry, Reid. Thanks again, I’ll be in tomorrow.” You tell him, and then you give Josh one last look, before heading straight out of your office. 

Reid looks a little bemused, but watches you leave anyways. You’re basically speed walking out of the arena, trying your hardest to make it to the parking garage in record time, because you actually feel like the air in the massive building is getting thinner. 

“You forgot this.” 

And just like that your heart rate spikes back up. When you don’t turn, or acknowledge him, he whispers your name and there’s a second where memories come flooding back. 

Your body is nearly frozen, you don’t think you could move right now if you wanted to. Josh comes to stand in front of you, and for the first time you’re forced to look at him. Really look at him. 

It’s been two years but you’d still know that expression anywhere. He’s hurt. 

“You work here.” He says, almost like he’s trying to convince himself. 

You bite your lips sheepishly, and you can feel your resolve starting to crumble. You can’t pretend you’re not completely overwhelmed anymore. 

“Were you ever gonna tell me?”

You find the strength to nod your head, but then a second later you’re shaking it to indicate that no, you weren’t. You hadn’t decided what you were gonna do yet, you knew he was gonna find out at some point, but you also knew deep down you were never gonna be strong enough to outright introduce yourself to him this way. You were just hoping when he did find out it wouldn’t be that bad... But here you are. “I was kinda hoping I could just avoid you.” You say honestly. 

He looks tense, like he’s holding back words. When he speaks he’s quiet, and you almost miss the way he scoffs quietly at your response. “Avoid me... Are we really that-,” He stops, leaving the sentence open, because he doesn’t know what word comes next. Neither do you, but you understand. 

You just look at each other for a moment, and it’s now that your emotions finally get the better of you. Tears well up in your eyes, and you just shrug at him, because you have no idea what to do. 

“I love this job,” You say weakly, “And I love living here, but-,”

Josh shakes his head and you stop, waiting for his interjection. “But nothing.” He starts, and then he’s moving one step closer to you, and him simply subtracting another inch shouldn’t affect you as much as it does. You feel your knees start to shake, the tears getting a little bit harder to ignore. 

“This doesn’t need to be weird.” He says quietly, “I don’t want it to be-,” Once again the words are left unsaid but you nod anyway, understanding. “We’ll figure it out, okay?”

You nod quickly, meeting his eyes. You can’t tell if the feeling is warm or cold, but it spreads through your body like wildfire within seconds. You wonder if he feels it too, if there’s anything still here after so long. He drops your gaze and holds your jacket out for you, you take it and then offer him a small smile, “Bye, Y/N.”

And then he walks away.

••••••••••

3 weeks later

“Habs reverse retro, um absolutely, I love these jerseys I think they’re really really cool, so I’m gonna swipe right on these.” Josh says, toying with the tiny phone in his big hands. 

You step in with a chuckle, waving a hand at Ted so he cuts the video. “Alright, you’re done! Perfect,” You say with a laugh, and Josh finally looks up from the phone. You share a glance with your videographer, both of you exchanging a knowing grin. 

“What?” Josh says, and you shake your head with a smirk. 

“Nothing,” You murmur. And Ted starts to laugh. 

“The camera loves you,” He says to Josh, “Almost as much as you love it,” 

He raises his eyebrows at you, “Was I not good?” The corners of his mouth turn up slightly and you just shake your head, trying to hide your wide grin. 

“No, no,” You stop him, and he looks at you skeptically. Finally you shrug and say, “Just maybe next time we do one of these you could like, I don’t know look up at the camera a time or two?” 

Josh starts to laugh, and he shakes his head, looking down bashfully at his feet. “This is not my thing, you know that.” 

And just like that, that stupid feeling is back. Out from the center of your chest all the way to your finger tips. It’s dull this time, but it’s there. You freeze, you’re really hoping Ted didn’t catch on, because you shouldn't know that. 

You change the subject before anything can come of it, and thank god Ted carries on as normal. He didn’t seem to notice, he just flips through his camera bag as usual, murmuring about Shea’s video being even worse. 

You’re not gonna give this anymore time to boil though, so you turn to the culprit, “You’re uh, you’re good to go, thanks Josh.” You say, scratching at the back of your neck. 

He just nods, looking worried at first, but and then half smiles before heading out the door. Once he’s out of ear shot you sigh, grabbing your bag off the chair. 

“Time for a lunch break, Ted?” Cause, wow do you ever feel like you need one. “We’ll film Brendan after?”

“Sounds good,” Ted smiles. 

You nod and then head for the hallway, making sure to go the opposite way Josh did. If you have to walk the whole concourse so be it. 

You shouldn’t be so skittish, you know that... But things have been good the last three weeks. You’ve managed to talk without it being horribly awkward, and no one has found out about your history yet. However, you’re not going to take any chances. The longer you’re in the same room with him, the more likely someone is to slip up, like Josh almost just did. You don’t need to spend a bunch of time with him, just enough time to get your job done. So that’s what you’ve been doing, the bare minimum. Talking only if you absolutely need to. 

The habs were having a great start to the season, not to mention Josh was a huge part of that. He was having the best start of his career, and you weren’t going to ruin it. 

You take a seat at one of the tables in the common area, pulling your book and salad out of your bag with a huff. You would really rather a burger and fries, or something not made up of 90% water, but it was in the fridge and it was easy so you grabbed it. 

You stab the fork into the lettuce, pulling it up one time before you just shake your head and leave it in the container, prodding around at it while your stomach grumbles. 

You look up from your book when your name is called, Joel and of course, Josh are sitting down at a table across from you, an obscene amount of boxed food in their hands. 

Your heart is thumping rapidly in your chest, and you try your best to talk through it, raising your hand in a wave, “Hi, guys.” 

“What’s going on?” Joel asks, “Hungry?”

“No but you sure look it,” You lie, nodding to the boxes they’re holding. 

Joel smiles giddily as they start to open them up, you just grin and then go back to poking at your salad, trying not to pay attention to how good their food smells. You try to distract yourself with your book, but yet again, that doesn’t last long. 

“Hey,” You look up, eyes meeting a complete stranger this time. “I was just wondering if you could tell me where the opposing team locker room is?” 

“Oh, yeah!” You say, standing from your chair to direct him down the hallway. “You’re a player?” You clarify, just to be sure, and he nods. “It’s just down the hall and to the left. Past the equipment room.” 

“Okay...” He says, and you stare oddly as he looks down at his feet and then back up at you. “Thanks,”

He has longer blonde hair, what these stupid boys would probably call a flow, and a long one at that, but he pulls it off. He’s got a nice face with a trimmed beard, and you can tell just from one look at him, swedish. 

He stares at you for a moment and then chuckles uncomfortably, “I’m sorry, worst conversation starter ever.”

Your stomach knots when he says that, and you want to believe that the reason for it has nothing to do with that fact that Josh is sitting right there, watching all of this. You just smile awkwardly, “It wasn’t terrible? More the follow up that could use some work...” You joke. 

“I just saw you sitting here and I thought you were really beautiful, I’m William. I play for the Oilers.”

Your heart is pounding in your ears, and although this guy is really sweet all you can think about is Josh sitting right there and hearing all this, but you try your best to smile anyway, not wanting to be rude. “That’s really sweet of you, thank you.” Maybe at a different time you’d give this guy a chance, because he seems quite nice. You briefly remember seeing a name on the Oilers roster for tonight, William Lagesson.

He’s about to open his mouth again, when a whistle from behind the both of you catches your attention, you turn to see a red head with a toothy grin. “Leave that poor girl alone, Laggy.” The red head snips, and William runs a hand through his hair nervously. 

You laugh, trying to make him feel better, and he chuckles with a shake of his head, mumbling an apology for his teammate. “Can I maybe just get your number?” He asks, and you try not to look as surprised as you really are. 

It’s been ages since someone asked you for your number, and apparently it’s been a long time since you said no too, because you completely forget how.  

Your overwhelming urge to be nice all the time fails you here, and you find yourself saying yes even though you really don’t want to. He’s sweet and all but, you’d rather not do the hockey player thing again. 

At the last minute you finally have the mind to put a fake number in, and you feel bad momentarily as he smiles and says bye, but as soon as you see the empty spot at Joel’s table, you just feel panicked instead.

Josh is gone... Does that mean he didn’t hear?

You pack up your things and then stop beside Joel, he side eyes you and then makes a face and you just frown. 

“Coach texted Josh, so he wasn’t lucky enough to hear that whole thing... Me on the other hand?” He takes an obnoxious bite of his food as he shoots you a wink, and all you can do is roll your eyes, and walk away. “That was hilarious!” Joel calls behind you, and you just wave him off, but really, there’s some relief setting in when you find out that Josh missed that last part. 

When you arrive back at your office, there’s a note from your boss, and a box on your desk. 

“Head home early today. Boys will be preparing for the game. We can finish up on Monday. -Reid” Is written in his chicken scratch on a bright pink sticky note. 

You do a happy little wiggle, and then reach for the box. It smells amazing, and your stomach grumbles at the thought, but then when you open it and realize what it is, you’ve suddenly lost your appetite. 

It’s pad thai and spicy yam chicken... Your favorite. 

You know instantly this isn’t from Reid... There’s probably only one person in the world who knows what your order is. You used to go to that thai place by his house all the time, and you’d always order the same thing. 

You don’t even put your bag down, you just leave the food on your desk and turn the light off before walking out. 

You try your best not to think about everything that happened today on your way home, because it felt like a huge step back after three weeks of progress. 

You stop for some groceries, and take a look in a little boutique, anything to keep your mind busy. When you arrive home you play music almost as loud as it can go, hoping it will drown out your thoughts. Over the last three weeks you’ve done enough thinking about this, you’re tired. 

So you workout, shower, make some dinner, and then you sit down to watch the game, pinching yourself every time you find your eyes lingering on number seventeen a little too long. 

The game is pretty slow, the boys aren’t playing their best, Edmonton is on their game and you just know they’re not gonna come out of this one with the two points, but you watch anyway. You kind of want to turn it off and switch to something else after the second period, but you give in and stick around for the third. 

All is fine and normal until the five minute mark ticks down on the clock. 

The camera spans to the right to follow the players going up the ice, when you hear the commentator say, “Big battle, in front of the net...”

And your heart just about stops, because you have a feeling you know exactly who it is. Guess Joel was wrong... He did hear the whole thing. 

“Anderson, and Lagesson, they’re still tied up together. Anderson is hot.”

[hookingminor]

hookingminor’s masterlist

hi! this is my updated masterlist so far! these do not include my blurb writings or headcanons, those can be found under my blurbs/headcanons tags in my bio, respectively.

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this blog is 18+ and nsfw, minors dni

player spotify playlists

players I write for

fic rec list / fic rec list 2

* indicates smut (minors dni)

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Josh Anderson

casual*

Mat Barzal

three lessons* (complete) - one / two / three

4 times his friends posted you on their instagram + 1 time he did

right where you left me / two

calling all my lovelies*

summer nights (w tyson jost)*

Anthony Beauvillier

the way that you love me

private reservations*

Andre Burakovsky

close quarters (complete) - one / two / three / four / five

Pierre-Luc Dubois

cardigan

certified freak*

home sweet home*

Nico Hischier

isn't it strange?*

4 times you took care of him +1 time he took care of you

Tyson Jost

summer nights (w mat barzal)*

the holidate

you complete me*

how I look on you*

baby, you make me crazy (complete) - one / two* / three / four* / five / six* / epilogue

Cale Makar

invisible string

Nolan Patrick

put it on me*

Mikko Rantanen

only you*

Matthew Tkachuk

making love in hotel rooms (with @toplinetommy)

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Future Nostalgia Series

good in bed - matthew tkachuk*

pretty please - colton parayko*

cool - nico hischier*

physical - anthony beauvillier

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Love Languages

quinn hughes

nolan patrick

colton parayko

tyson jost

andrei svechnikov

mat barzal

matthew tkachuk

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Player Tags (both all of my player writings/ramblings + fics I’ve read and recommend + random posts)

tyson jost

nathan mackinnon

andre burakovsky

mikko rantanen

cale makar

andrei svechnikov

sebastian aho

joel edmundson

mat barzal

tito beauvillier

vince dunn

colton parayko

brock boeser

elias pettersson

quinn hughes

pierre-luc dubois

josh anderson

jamie oleksiak

tyler seguin

nolan patrick

travis konecny

matthew tkachuk

nico hischier

[thebluenoteblog]

Masterlist

Colton Parayko

Hoodie: You’ve always had trouble sleeping when Colton is away on road trips. You finally find a solution.

Late Nights and Early Mornings: Waking up without your boyfriend isn’t the most enjoyable thing in the world, and sometimes, time differences are really annoying.

Wisdom Teeth: While Colton is away on the road you get your wisdom teeth out and neglect to tell him. He is less than pleased when he finds out.

Give Me That Title: A story in which Colton really needs to make up his mind before it's too late.

A Mother’s Love: When you and Colton get into a Fight over furniture for the nursery, some things are said that can’t be taken back.

Oh, Baby: Your lie leads to a fight which leads to a silent treatment and a very interesting hockey game.

I’ll Be There For You: You were having a really bad day and Colton knew the second he walked into the house that something was wrong.

Need You Now: You never expected a break up to hit you this hard. Now its the middle of the night and you’re making a phone call that you know you shouldn’t.

Eight Hours: When Colton makes a comment disrespecting your career as a female hockey player, he does something a little crazy to resolve the fight.

A First For Everything: Colton met your parents for the first time and it didn’t go as well as either of you had hoped. So naturally, you let him take out his frustrations on you. (Smut)

Love is Blind: Your best friend is dating Vince Dunn and they are convinced that you and Colton would be perfect for each other. Somehow they end up convincing the two of you to go on a blind date.

Security: When some guy starts getting a little handsy with you while the guys are warming up, Colton takes it upon himself to handle the situation.

Special Delivery: You’re finally in labor, now all you want is for it to be over with and to  be holding your beautiful baby.

Rebound: You really didn’t handle the break up well, that is after all, how you ended up in the bed of a member of the opposing team the night before a big game. What could possible go wrong (spoiler: a lot).

Send me a Sign: Every time Colton comes into the coffee shop you work in, he has something to look forward to.

Vince Dunn

Racing Thoughts: When you come home after having a horrible day, your boyfriend comforts you even though you're a bit hesitant to accept the attention.

Consequences: If only you and Vince had met each other before you had met the people you were already attached to. Then maybe, just maybe this wouldn’t be such a mess.

Matthew Tkachuk

Can’t Sleep: You come up to Calgary from St. Louis to visit Matthew and you have trouble sleeping, which leads to some late night conversation.

Baby Never Leave: On your last night visiting in Calgary, Matthew has a surprise for you.

Doorstep Surprise: Matthew arrives in St. Louis early for a game and he brings you a surprise to boot.

Who I Am With You: You visit the Tkachuk’s for the first time and they are a bit surprised by Matthew’s new attitude.

Finally: Matthew has been in love with you since you were kids. It takes a bit of chirping and a fight for it to come out.

Temperamental: Matthew is known to have a temper, but up until tonight, you had never seen it.

Yes, Sir: It’s never a good sign when you wake up to silence and an empty bed with Matthew around, but this time you’re happy to say it ended quite well for you. (Smut)

Under the Table: Matthew gets a little jealous when the waiter flirts with you and as a result, you get a little under the table action. (Smut)

The Dress: The first time Matthew saw you, you were wearing a wedding dress. Someday, he plans to see you in another one.

Chasing After You: Matthew just can’t let you go, no matter how hard he tries. Unluckily, you have the same problem.

New in Town: Calgary seems to come with its own welcoming crew.

Tyler Seguin

and i will give you everything: You met Tyler in a bar and spent the night together. Though you had no idea who he was, just looking at him had your brain screaming ‘run’. Little did you know that first night was just the beginning of a much longer story you would share with him. (One) (Two)

Just Trust Me: You and Tyler are happy. That is, until your best friend sends you a picture that changes everything.

Sugar, Sugar:  Once upon a time, you had a sugar daddy. You never told Tyler about it. That worked out just fine until you run into him at a charity event.

Selfish: While your relationship with Tyler started out amazing, it didn’t stay that way.

Kite: Your cousin is a brat, but maybe just this one time, you don’t mind.

Joel Edmundson

Just a Number: While out celebrating a win with the team, you overhear a conversation you really wish you’d never heard.

Secrets: You managed to get away with sneaking around for a month. Then your brother found out and to say the least, he was not happy to find out that his teammate was messing around with his little sister.

Knee to Knee: After being badly injured, Joel just isn’t himself. It takes something big to snap him out of it.

Artturi Lehkonen

Just Between Us: You knew when you met Artturi that he was too young for you. Still, that didn’t stop you from falling for him.

William Nylander

Jealousy: When a stranger gets a little too close to you in a bar, your boyfriend isn’t exactly a fan of it.

Auston Matthews

Hateful: After overhearing a hateful conversation from some girls at a game, you decide that you just can’t handle the endless criticism anymore.

Okay?: You’re glad that you saw what you saw on Auston’s phone. It’s better to be in the light than in the dark. Right?

Andrei Svechnikov

Playing With Fire: All this on and off again is getting really exhausting, but if you’re being honest with yourselves, neither of you can stay away.

Brendan Lemieux

Spoiled: Sometimes acting like a brat actually does get you your way.

[ao3feed-hockey]

Head Over Feet

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2P8Q4nl

by Katybug1992

Colton just really want Jordan to make his move already.

Jaden just really wants the Alphas on his line to stop acting like their his Alphas and for the Alphas Courting him to not be obnoxious.

And Rob just wants everyone happy.

Words: 11693, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Colton Parayko, Jordan Binnington, Robert Thomas, Jaden Schwartz, Brayden Schenn, Joel Edmundson, St. Louis Blues Ensemble, Tkachuk boys (mentioned), Toews and Kane (mentioned)

Relationships: Colton Parayko/Jordan Binnington, Matthew Tkachuk/Robert Thomas/Brady Tkachuk, Jonathan Toews/Jaden Schwartz/Patrick Kane, Colton Parayko & Jaden Schwartz & Robert Thomas

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Colton Parayko, Alpha Jordan Binnington, Omega Robert Thomas, Alpha Matthew Tkachuk, Alpha Brady Tkachuk, Alpha Jonathan Toews, Alpha Patrick Kane, omega jaden schwartz, courting, Eventual Smut, but only for a little, 2018-2019 NHL Season, And Cup celebration

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2P8Q4nl

[senditcolton]

No Plan

summary: it’s rare that you and Joel have a lazy morning together but thanks to quarantine, you have plenty. but who knows when it’s going to end so you plan to make the most of it. 

song word count: 2.7k warnings: smut! edging, choking. + a mention of covid quarantine

GIF credit: x

You couldn’t understand why people hated quarantine. Maybe it was the introvert in you, considering that you had often spent your days off at home, curled up with a good book and cup of tea. Or maybe you knew that if you did this, you would be protecting a bunch of other people from getting sick. But perhaps it was the selfish part of you that loved quarantine. Because it meant that you got to spend more time with your boyfriend Joel.

It was the mornings that you liked the best. Considering his hockey career and hectic schedule, you often woke up to find Joel already gone, off to training or his morning skate. You considered yourself lucky if you woke up early enough to get a last minute kiss before he walked out the door. But since quarantine started, you finally got to have those slow lazy mornings with Joel that you always wanted. Much like today.

You woke up to the sun already shining through the window of your apartment. You forced your eyes open and let out a yawn, fighting off the last bit of sleep. And when you stirred, lightly stretching out your body, you were interrupted by a strong arm around your waist, pulling you closer towards the center of the bed. You looked over your shoulder to see your boyfriend, still asleep. You knew that it was late in the morning and you two should be out of bed, starting your day. But what was there to do? Nothing important enough that you couldn’t stay wrapped up in Joel’s arms for a few more minutes.

You continued to look over your shoulder at his sleeping form. His face was snuggled into your hair and his eyelashes gently fluttering against his cheek. You started to lightly run your fingers over the arm that was thrown over your waist, gently tracing his forearm down to his fingertips and back up again. You weren’t even sure if he was awake until he shivered from your light touches. His eyelids opened and his brilliant eyes met yours.

“G’mornin,” he mumbled to you, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied as your fingers continued their path across his skin. You smiled and took in his features. He was so beautiful and you felt so lucky to have him. Joel noticed you staring up at him and gave you a gentle smirk.

“What?”

Rather than reply, you slightly lifted your head and gently pushed your lips to his. He held you tighter in response and you melted into him. You felt as though the world could end right there, and as long as you were in Joel’s arms, you’d be all right. He slowly pulled away from you, your eyes fluttering open to see your boyfriend smiling down at you.

“What was that for?”

“No reason. I’m just happy I get to keep you all to myself for a while,” you replied, planting another quick kiss on his lips again, “and that we can do –“ you kissed his jawbone “–  whatever we want to.” You pressed your lips to his once again and deepened the kiss. He responded to your actions by pushing his hips into yours and you pulled away from the kiss, playfully biting his bottom lip. He groaned and smirked back down at you.

“Anything in particular you had in mind?” You turned away and pretended to think, all while your hand continued to run up and down the arm that was still tightly wrapped around your waist.

“I might have an idea of something we can do.” And with that, you pushed your bottom against his hips, feeling the weight of his dick press against your cheeks. Joel groans again, now burying his head into your neck. You sigh as he continues his attack up the column of your throat to the spot beneath your ear.

“Is this what you wanted baby?” he whispers into your ear, and you feel his hand slowly move from its spot on your waist, slipping under your t-shirt, and gently tracing your ribs. You whine and push yourself against him again.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that,” he teases, the hand under your shirt now moving to cup one of your breasts and gently trace around your nipple. He lowers his lips to your neck and sucks causing you to moan. You continue to rut your hips against his and his hand continues to play with your nipples, constantly switching his ministrations from soft and gently to sudden and rough, making your head spin.

“Joel, please” you whine as he moves up your neck, leaving multiple hickeys on your soft skin. You grab his arm and try to pull his hand from your chest down to where you needed it most. But you were no match for his strength and his hand stayed on your breasts, leaving you the only option of digging your nails into his forearm.

“What do you need, hmm?” Joel asked, his fingers twisting one of your nipples causing you to arch your back and grind against him again. “C’mon baby, use your words.”

“Please, I need you” you panted out, pulling at his forearm once again.

“I’m right here baby.” You groaned at his teasing. “You’re so bold until I start touching you.” He finally starts to move his hand away from your chest, down your stomach. You sigh, enjoying in the feeling of his fingertips against your skin, continuing their path down. Until his hand stills at the waistband of your panties. You whimper, pushing your hips forward, attempting to get his fingers closer to your heat. Joel’s breath is hot next to your ear as he presses a kiss at the junction of your jaw and neck.

“Let me hear you beg for it,” he whispered, kissing along your jaw. You almost snapped right there. It always amazed you how easily Joel could wind you up.

“Please, please Joel. I need your fingers, please,” you moaned unabashedly. You felt Joel’s lips smile against your jawbone and finally, he fingers slipped underneath your panties, sliding down between your folds. You let out a loud moan and open your thighs wider to allow him more access. He moves his fingers up and down your folds, collecting the arousal that had pooled there.

“God baby, you’re already so wet for me,” Joel groaned against your neck, pushing one finger into you. Your only response was another moan as he slowly pumped his finger in and out. His lips travelled down to your shoulder and you pushed your hips against his hand, trying to get a little more friction. He notices and slides another finger into your heat, his thumb moving to your clit, gently applying enough pressure to make your eyes roll back. He quickens his pace, his long fingers hitting deep inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit back and forth. His movements make you whine and you turn your head to press against the pillow, somewhat muffling the obscene noises coming from your mouth.

Joel continues pumping into you and then curls his fingers against your walls, causing you to clench around him, another loud moan ripping from your throat. You can feel your orgasm getting closer and closer. All you need is a little more pressure against your clit and you would fall apart. But just when you’re at the tipping point, Joel pulls his fingers out from you. You whimper at the loss, turning your head back to face him, your eyes pleading. He looks down at you and smirks.

“Not yet baby.” You whine in response and reach your hand down between your two bodies, gently palming his cock through his boxers. His eyes flutter close as he pushes up towards your hand and you smile, thinking that you have regained a little bit of control. 

Joel’s eyes open, looking down at you, his pupils blown wide with lust, and he pulls his hand from between your thighs, slightly brushing your clit making you shiver. His hand moves up until his fingers are by your face. He gently taps them against your bottom lip and you open your mouth, pulling them in and sucking. You moan as you taste yourself, tongue swirling around the rough skin of his fingertips, you hand never stopping it’s movements on his cock. Joel swears under his breath and you take the opportunity to curl your fingers around his boxer’s waistband, pushing them down as far as you could reach, and when your hand returns to his length, Joel pulls his hand out of your mouth, his fingers releasing in a wet pop. He once again buries his face in your neck and his hand travels back down to your hips and practically rips your panties down your legs. You continue to stroke him, spreading his pre-cum along his length. He lets you continue for a few seconds until his hand grabs your wrist and pulls you away. He sees you pout up at him and he lets out a small chuckle.

“I just need to be inside you,” he groans into your ear, his hand once again slipping down in between your thighs. He grazes his fingers over your clit once, making you shudder as his hand goes to grip the inside of your thigh. You gasp as he lifts your leg back over his hips, opening you up to him. You feel his dick resting heavy between your legs, the tip just barely grazing your folds. You let out a high-pitched whine and move against him, your arousal coating him.

“Please, Joel,” you beg, “please fuck me.”

Thankfully, this time it doesn’t take much pleading on your part for Joel to adjust and slide all the way into you. You both let out a contented groan, your pussy fluttering around him. No matter how many times you’ve had him between your legs, you never grew tired of feeling him inside you. You two fit together perfectly.

Joel waited patiently for you to get used to this new position and it wasn’t until you were grinding against him, twisting the sheets in your fingers did he start to move. He moved at a slow, sensual pace, almost pulling all the way out of you before rocking back in. The speed allowed you to feel everything, causing your head to spin. All the while, Joel was talking into your ear, saying things that made it even harder to control yourself.

“God, you feel so good, you always feel so good. Fucking made for me.” You clenched around him and he let out a moan, muffling it by burying his lips into the curve of your neck, gently biting down. His arm that was lying beneath you gently snaked around your body and reached up to grab at your breasts once again, while his other hand took a hold of your hip, pulling you closer to him, allowing him to hit an even deeper angle. You threw your head back as Joel continued to mark up your neck, his thrusts picking up speed. His hand tightened around your hip, digging into your soft skin, surely leaving bruises.

Joel’s pace continued to increase, leaving you even more breathless. The angle of your bodies allowed him to hit your g-spot at every thrust. You mewled against the pillows, your hand flying up behind you to tangle into his hair. He chuckles against you as your tug at his curls, your moans becoming more desperate, as you attempt to silence them against the pillowcase.

You feel the hand on your chest reach up to lightly grab your chin, ripping you away from the pillow and twisting your head up to face Joel. His jaw is clenched in effort, a few beads of sweat collecting at his brow. And he is giving you this look of absolute lust that all you can do is moan underneath his heavy gaze. Your chin is still between his fingers and he uses the leverage to pull you into a deep kiss, swallowing the noises that escape from you. You melt into him, his pace between your legs slowing, delaying your orgasm once again. You mewl against his lips. The fingers that held your chin run across your jaw and slowly move down to wrap around your throat. Your head spins as he gently applies pressure and you grind against him, silently begging him for more, your lips still attached to his.

Joel smirks against your lips as you feel the hand that was holding your hip disappear. You whine at the loss of contact until it reappears between your legs, rubbing your swollen clit, giving you the exact friction you needed.

“Fuck, fuck. Joel,” you moan, breaking away from the kiss and throwing your head back, allowing his hand to gain even more traction against your throat.

“Does that feel good baby? Are you gonna cum for me?” You could only moan in response, his hands igniting a fire underneath your skin. His deliciously slow pace and the pressure of his fingers on your clit was pushing you back to the edge, closer and closer. Joel could feel you fluttering around his cock, your breath coming in shorter gasps, indicating that you were on the brink of orgasm. He gently picked up the pace of his thrusts and his fingers, causing a high-pitched whine to be released from your throat. Joel moved his lips back to the sensitive spot beneath your ear.

“Go on baby. Cum for me. I want to feel you cum for me.”

That was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing over you. You let out an almost silent moan, your jaw dropping and eyes rolling back. Joel kept up his movements between your legs, prolonging your orgasm. You felt your thighs quiver as he fucked you through it, groaning into your hair as he felt you clamp around him. His hips stuttered at the feeling of you cumming around his cock and with one last deep thrust, you felt him release into you, his teeth grazing over your jaw as he let out a low satisfied moan. Your body let out one final involuntary shudder and your muscles relaxed, your body sinking into the mattress.

You two stayed tangled in each other for a few moments, taking in the bliss. You felt Joel’s hand fall from your throat and wiggle out from underneath your body. He pulled away from you, his cock slipping out from your folds, causing you to whimper at the loss.

“You’re okay baby. I’ll be right back,” Joel whispered into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. He got up from the bed and moved to your shared bathroom, coming back with a damp washcloth. He kneeled down by the end of the mattress and gently pulled your legs apart, softly cleaning you up. You let out a quiet wince when he brushed over your still sensitive clit.

“You did so good for me baby, such a good girl,” Joel murmured, pressing tender kisses onto the skin of your inner knee. You smiled as Joel discarded the washcloth and moved back up your body, settling next to you. He kept gently kissing your neck and you slowly turned your head towards him. He had a small smile on his lips, his eyes full of love for you and you lifted your head up, pressing your lips against his, drawing him into a passionate kiss. Your break away and you see his eyes flicker towards the alarm clock resting on the nightstand.

“Jeez, it’s almost 10 o’clock,” he chuckles, looking back down at you.

“What did you have plans today?” He shook his head and pulled your body flush to his.

“No,” he said, “except maybe more of this,” he replied, pressing more kisses into your skin. “Definitely more of this.”

You sigh against him, reveling in the feeling of his weight beside you, his body perfect against yours. He belonged next to you, and you weren’t going to let him go anytime soon.

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[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 12

Word Count: 2,510

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders (more to come)

Notes: I literally have no clue what happened the frist time, but let’s try this again. When last we left this story, (Y/N) had just had a steamy encouter with Joel. Now with Svech back at the suite hurt, let’s find out what happens.  As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted…hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all!

A quick run downstairs and a check-in with Carly told you that everything at the hotel was running smoothly. You gave her a recap of what had happened with Svech and told her that you were heading back upstairs to be with him at least until Joel and Dougie got back from practice. By the time you got back up to the suite, the boys were just heading out the door. "Ready to head up to bed?" You asked Svech and his eyebrow shot up. Obviously, you didn't mean it that way as the man was in no way able to perform. Or was he?

"Sure," he said eagerly then hobbled on his crutches to the elevator with you. It took a few minutes to get him into his shared bedroom with Joel, but once you did you propped his foot up on a stack of pillows, making sure to take extra care with it, so as to not cause him any more pain than necessary.

"Comfy?"

"Yeah," he mumbled and you could see the tiredness in his eyes.

"Do you need anything else?"

"I don't think so."

You dug through your bag and placed the bell you'd found in one of the offices on the nightstand. "Here, in case you need me, just ring this. I'll be downstairs doing some work, but will be up in a flash." He looked so young and innocent just lying there and you swept a bit of hair that had fallen onto his forehead away. "Get some rest."

You went to leave, but he grabbed your wrist, tugging you back in his direction, which caused you to stumble and land awkwardly on his chest; your face a mere inches away from his. He didn't say anything, just cupped your cheek with his free hand and brought your lips to his. It was soft, yet with the right kind of pressure, and he sought entrance to your mouth with a simple glide of his tongue to your lips. You opened for him, deepening the kiss. Svech was gorgeous there was no denying that, but at the same time you felt a little bad after doing what you'd done with Joel last night and now you were kissing his teammate. Though when he moaned into your mouth all thought of that left.

Gently you pushed back from the kiss. "Svech, what are you doing?"

"I want you, (Y/N). I have from the moment I saw you in this bubble a few weeks ago." You tried to think back about running into him at any point before the Canes had actually transferred to your hotel but couldn't recall a time that the two of you met. "Don't worry, I don't expect you to remember. I would come here to play tennis. Well, not really, it was just an excuse to see you. You're so beautiful." His hand caressed your body lightly as he spoke and it ignited a fire deep within you. "I know I'm younger than you, but it doesn't mean that I can't satisfy you."

"Svech it's not that..." For really it wasn't. You had no doubt that he was good in bed, it was just, well, his injury and all.

He must have caught on to your hesitation. "I'm fine I swear, though you'll have to be on top. I just think this is really the optimal time. The guys are gone and won't be around for a couple hours. Say you want me too."

There was a pleading look in his eyes, this sort of need to be wanted. Your body definitely couldn't deny that you craved him. It was just your head that wasn't in sync. You threw caution to the wind and decided to just give in to what your body wanted this time; not that you hadn't been doing that all along. "I want you too."

His hand went to the back of your neck and he drug you down to his lips again for a hard and searing kiss. "Undress for me, beautiful." He whispered out and you stepped back from the bed. Slowly, you unzipped your skirt, then shimmied it down your hips to fall on the floor. Your hands worked each button on your blouse revealing your soft supple skin to his gaze, and look he did. There was a hunger in his eyes as the top fell to the floor and you stood there in only a bra and thong. "Fuck you're gorgeous." He sat up and shucked his shirt over his head before propping himself up against the headboard a bit. "Don't stop now."

A small giggle escaped you at his eagerness. Your hands went to the clasp of your bra, releasing the globes for their confines. Holding the bra with one hand, you let the straps slide off your shoulders, then dropped the garment. You cupped your breasts, gently squeezing them and pulling on the nipples. Svech sucked in a breath of air and you saw him bite down gently on his bottom lip. Your eyes dropped to his crotch, where you could see his erection growing even through his shorts.

Hooking the elastic of your panties, you wiggled them over your hips and glided them down your legs. There was a visible wetness in the crotch that you knew Svech could see, letting him know how badly you wanted him. You sashed back over to the bed, then slid your hand down his chest and abs to the waistband of his shorts. "We're going to need to do something about these." He lifted his hips up, using his upper body strength and you slid them along with his boxers down. It was a bit tricky getting them over his boot, but you managed.

Once that task was accomplished, you went back up and kissed him. "You know you're a really good nurse." He laughed and you joined in, as you straddled his hips.

"Well, I try. Gotta keep my patients happy." His hands went to your hips, while you used his shoulders to steady yourself. "Let me know if I hurt you in any way."

"You're killing me now because I want to be inside you." You chuckled, then took his cock in your one hand and guided it to your entrance. You coated him a bit in your wetness before sinking down on him. "Fuck you feel amazing. So wet...and..." He didn't say anything more as you began to move up and down on his length. "Oh...yeah...fuck..." There was an endless stream of moans out of his mouth. When you swiveled your hips, he almost lost it. "Do that again."

"You're quite the demanding patient," you hissed out as you rode his cock.

"Can't help...it..." he panted. "I've wanted...this...oh fuck...for...mmm...yeah just like that....so long...faster baby." His hips started to rise up, thrusting into you, and you were concerned that he would be putting pressure on his bad foot. Your mind was so lost in making sure that he wasn't hurt, you'd knew that you'd never get off. "I'm so close...are you?"

You weren't but you didn't tell him that. Instead, you grabbed his hand on your hip and moved it to your clit. "I need you to..." you moaned out as he started to rub your little nub, grabbing onto the headboard now to steady you both. "Mmmm...yeah." His movements got faster pushing you to that familiar crest you wanted.

You could feel him tighten his grip with the hand that still held your hip and knew he was close. "Come on baby," he encouraged you and flicked your clit more. It was all you needed, as you screamed out in ecstasy as your orgasm came over you. "Fuck," Svech moaned as your pussy spasmed around him and he thrust deep in you, cumming hard. You were both breathing heavily as you came down off your high and it took a moment for you to collect yourself. As you made a move to roll off him, he held you tightly. "Don't go just yet."

"You've got to be uncomfortable like this." After all, you were practically lying on top of him.

"Quite the opposite, really. Besides, I don't know if we'll get another chance at this. I plan on savoring the moment." His fingertips skated up and down your spine. "You're really something, you know that?"

"I don't know about all that."

"I know I wouldn't have a shot, but if I was a few years older and maybe had a bit more experience in the league. I'd try and steal you away from everyone else here."

“You make me sound like I’m ancient or something. I’m only a few years older than you.”

His hands skimmed up and down your body, fingertips gliding along your ribcage and making you shiver. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…I can’t even take you out to dinner in Raleigh and buy a bottle of wine.” Damn, you forgot the boy was under twenty-one. You really should’ve thought about things before you jumped into bed with him. Why did your libido have to run rampant around these men? “These guys here are probably showering you with expensive gifts and I just can’t compete with them, though I wish I could. I’d give you the world if I could.”

“Aww Andrei, the fact that you want to do something like that, is just so sweet.” You placed a gentle kiss on his lips. You needed to diffuse the situation before things got too out of hand or the next thing you know he’d be asking for your hand in marriage or something. “I think you’ve had a little too much prescription medication.” He went to protest but you stopped him placing a finger to his lips. “This was fun, but you should rest. Besides I’m sure the others will be back soon.” He nodded as if he finally understood that nothing more was going to happen between the two of you. It was then that you climbed off him and out of bed, picking up your scattered clothes before kissing him one last time. “Get some sleep. If you need anything just ring the bell.”

The tile floor on the hallway felt cold as you made your way down to your room so that you could change into something more comfortable. Hearing Andrei’s declaration really made you start to think. Maybe you should be looking for more than just a fling here and there. Tyler was begging you to let him come to Toronto if the Stars lost or have you fly there if they continued on; maybe it was time to seriously start to consider his offer.

The rest of the morning you buried yourself in paperwork until Dougie and Joel got back early afternoon. Then they took over nursing duties, or at the very minimum getting their teammate food when he wanted. You were still in a cropped hoodie and leggings when you headed downstairs to see how things were going. Thankfully, no one had set the hotel on fire, which was a major accomplishment considering all the rival teams you had under one roof.

“So how goes it with your three roommates?” Carly asked you wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“You don’t even want to know.”

“Of course, I do. I’m living vicariously through you now that Brayden and I are together. Spill the juicy details.”

“Juicy details about what?” You knew that voice, before turning to see that Mat Barzal was standing there, a sheer sheen of sweat lightly coating his forehead, telling you that he had been working out. His shirt clung to his body in all the right places. And those thighs. Ugh! It should be downright illegal to have thighs as muscular as his and shorts that tight.

“We were just talking about…” Carly started to say before you elbowed her.

“It’s just about someone that works here in the hotel. You probably wouldn’t know them, considering you’re staying at the Royal.” God, you sounded like a snob; a snob and a prick. “I mean it’s really just work gossip.”

“Oh well, hopefully, I’ll be moving in here soon. Then maybe you’ll let me in on your little secrets.” He gave you a little wink as if he knew you weren’t exactly talking about some indiscretion of a hotel staff member. Although technically you were. That member just happened to be you.

“I guess if you do get to move, I’ll have to reveal all the dirty laundry this place has going on,” you said flirtatiously, and suddenly you were throwing out that whole idea of settling down.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing what you’d got going on underneath everything.” Mat playfully bantered back, as his eyes roamed your body. His heated stare had your panties getting wet. You were really going to have to do your laundry after the day you had.

“Well, I can see I’m not needed here.” Carly chimed in as you’d completely forgotten about her being there. “I think I’ll go check on what Chef’s preparing for dinner.”

She sauntered off leaving you standing there alone with Mat. “Speaking of dinner. Would you like to get some, say maybe tomorrow night? We’re playing tonight or I’d say in a couple of hours.”

“I’d like that, but it’s not like we can go out to any restaurants.”

“True, though I do remember you mentioning something about a suite you’re staying in.”

Had you mentioned that? You couldn’t really be sure and it didn’t really matter at the moment considering you had roommates. “About that…You see there was kind of a little incident here. Let’s just say it involved a hockey stick and some busted pipes.” Mat looked like he was ready to bust out laughing but he took a deep breath regaining control. “So now I have three people staying there with me.”

“Oh well if it’s your friend there and a couple others I’m sure Tito and a couple guys wouldn’t mind coming along.”

“Yeah,” you said cringing as you told him this next part. “It’s not Carly. It’s three guys from the Canes. Dougie Hamilton, Joel Edmunston and Andrei Svechnikov.” Mat’s eyes widen and his jaw dropped a bit before drawing together to form a hard line on his jaw. He hadn’t seemed like the jealous type in your last encounter but then at the time, it didn’t seem like you were having a foursome every night in your suite. “It’s just temporary.” You were quick to add. “Their room should be fixed in a couple days.”

“I see.” It was a short response and you could tell that he wasn’t pleased. “I guess dinner is off.”

You didn’t want it to be. In fact, Mat was the first guy that you really were interested in more than just a fling with since Sidney. You just needed to come up with another place for dinner and maybe some sort of dessert that involved both of you being naked. That shouldn’t be too hard.

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[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 9

Word Count: 4,396

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders (more to come)

Notes: Finally part 9! Thank you guys for being patient with me as I finally got back to writing. I’m not sure if anyone is still interested in this story now that Bubble is officially over. So please let me know if I should continue you on with this story or just let it drop off. At any rate, here’s the next part, so happy reading!

"Earth to (Y/N)! Are you in there?" Carly asked as she tapped on the front desk where you would like to say that you were lost in thought, but in reality; you'd just sort of spaced out. When you didn't reply right away; Carly said, "Are you done moping yet? It's been almost a week."

 "Please, stop exaggerating. It hasn't been a week." Sometimes Carly could be so dramatic, you thought to yourself.

 "Bitch, his team got ousted last Friday and today is Thursday. I might not have the fancy education you do, but that's six days which means tomorrow is a week." She pointed her finger directly at you. "You, Miss (Y/LN), have been sulking around this hotel for about five days too many by my count." It was hard not to roll your eyes but you suppressed it all the same. "Look I know…" she brought her voice to a whisper, "Sidney…must have been amazing in bed. Though why you haven't told me all the details yet; I'm baffled? Like seriously sis, spill the beans."

 This time you couldn't hold back as your eyes practically rolled back into your head at your soon to be former best friend if she kept this line of questioning up. "And what makes you think that I slept with Sid? How do you know I'm not pining over Tyler or someone else for that matter."

 "Well, I saw him leave. I'm not blind. The man literally couldn't take his eyes off you and the look on your face!" She pulled her lip down in a pout and mimicked a look of utter devastation. "You were a puppy that someone had not only kicked to the curb but then got run over."

 "I wasn't that bad."

 "Ok, well maybe not run over by like a car, but definitely by a bike." A chuckle escaped your lips and you supposed you were kind of upset that Sid and the Pens were headed back to Pittsburgh. "Oh my god, was that a smile? I haven't seen that in days." She pressed the back of her hand to your forehead.

 "What are you doing now?" You frowned at her.

 "Checking to make sure you don't have a fever."

 "Stop," you said starting to giggle. "Someone will think I have Covid or something." Carly joined you in laughter and you had to admit it actually felt kind of good. You hadn't realized that you were being such a Debbie Downer once Sidney had left, but once you started laughing your heart felt a little lighter.

 "See, I knew she was in there. Welcome back!" Carly came around the desk and hugged you. "Though I'm still going to make a suggestion to you." You cocked your head in inquiry. "Why don't you take the day off?" She could tell that you were going to say something but she held you off with a wave of her hand. "We came in the bubble two weeks before the players and they've been here for almost three. That's five weeks and you have yet to take one day to yourself. You've insisted the rest of us take off at least one day a week if not two. I think you should do the same." While Carly's plan sounded great, you really couldn't see yourself just taking the day to lounge at the pool or in your suite.

 "What if there's another fight? Or the kitchen catches on fire? Or…" She didn't let you come up with any more scenarios.

 "Someone will call you. See that thing right there." She picked up your cell phone. "It's amazing and lets us talk to you if we need something."

 "But what would I do? It's not like I can go get drunk at a club or something."

 Carly sighed heavily, "I have to do everything for you don't I?" She was definitely skating on thin ice in the friend department. "Why don't you go sit by the pool, or go for a run over in the stadium. It's a beautiful summer day, get out there and enjoy it. Besides you're starting to look pale, a little sun would do you some good." She grabbed your wrist and start to haul you out from behind the desk. "Then tonight, crack open a bottle of wine, take a hot bubble bath….maybe with one of these hot men that can't quit staring at you."

 "Oh stop, they are not staring at me."

 "Girl, would you look around." You did as she said, watching guys from different teams mill about the front lobby. There were some definite stares in both yours and Carly's direction. "See that one there," she pointed over to Jake Debrusk. "I swear he comes down to the lobby just drool over you, or what about that one. I think Brayden said his name was Joel Edmundson. He also mentioned something about him and crop tops, but then well he stopped talking when that sent my eyes wandering a little too far south for his pleasure. The man really can get jealous."

 "Can you blame him, Car? There are very few women in this bubble and quite a few men." The ratio was well to your advantage; that's for sure. "He's afraid he could lose you to one of these other guys."

 "Will never happen. But you're distracting me." She was now dragging you towards the elevators. "Now get your little butt up there and go do something fun for the day." She pushed the button and the elevator doors opened. "Oh! I expect to get notes or something if there are any hookups. Don't pull that shit you did with you know who."

 "What? I can't hear you." You told her as the door slid close. Faintly you heard something about bullshit and probably a few other choice words. Once you were in your suite, you decided to take Carly's suggestion and head over to the stadium for a little run. It had been quite some time that you'd actually gotten on the pavement instead of the treadmill and hopefully, it would clear your head of any lingering thoughts of Sidney. You quickly changed into some running shorts, a sports bra and one of those famous crop tops Carly was talking about Joel Edmundson wearing; then slipped on your sneakers and AirPods, and headed outside.

 Carly had been right. It was a gorgeous day to be outside. The sky was the most beautiful shade of blue, with white puffy clouds that reminded you of cotton dotting it throughout. You could still hear the light buzz of traffic from the city, as you made your way over to the stadium. Carly, forgot to mention that Islanders happened to be using the facility when you got there, but then you supposed that it was always busy except for the evening. You almost turned around, and went back to the hotel, not wanting to interrupt their time, but you saw a few other non-team members wandering about and figured that taking a little run shouldn't bother anyone.

 Cranking up the music, you started at a nice leisurely jog, just warming your legs up, as you made your way about halfway around before kicking it up at a faster pace. The sun felt good on your body as well as the fresh air getting in your lungs. You were off in your own world as you continued what was probably your fourth lap around the place when something came flying out in front of you. You stopped in your tracks.

 "Sorry about that," Mat Barzal said as he came over to retrieve what you now knew was a frisbee. "Didn't mean to interrupt your run." His shirt was off and sweat glistened on his well-defined abs.

 "It's no biggie," you told him as you went to put your earbud back in and continue on with your run.

 His hand went to reach for your wrist, but he caught himself before he grabbed you, though the action made you stop anyway. "Sorry again," this time you just smiled, which in turn made Mat smile and that was something to behold. "You're (Y/N) right?" you nodded and it really didn't feel strange now that almost every NHL player knew your name. "You wouldn't be interested in a game of spikeball; would you? We need another player."

 "Oh, um…" You were kind of stunned by him asking you, not that you didn't want to play. It was just, you were sure there had to be someone else that was probably better than you.

 "Please," there was this little puppy dog look in his eyes, and you were done for.

 "Sure," you told him, then followed him over to where Anthony Beauvillier and Derick Brassard were hanging out by the spikeball game. "I'm warning you, I not a professional athlete like you guys."

 "Don't worry, it's just a friendly little game." Mat told you, and yet somehow you figured even the friendliest of games with these guys would be competitive. Introductions were made, not that you didn't know who these guys were, but it was still a nice gesture. "So, I'll take (Y/N)." Mat declared.

 "What if I want her on my team?" Tito interjected and you really didn't feel that you were that great of a player to fight over, though to be honest, you had a feeling it wasn't about the ball game.

 "Well, so you kids don't fight. (Y/N) and I will be partners." Derick decided to chime in.

 "Guys, I'm not that good." You felt the need to be at least upfront with them.

 "I'm sure you're great," Derick said, while he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

 "The only fair way to settle this is rock, paper, scissors." This from Tito, as he made a fist preparing for the game, the other two joined him. Tito and Mat both picked scissors, effectively cutting out Derick who had chosen to go with paper. Now down to the two friends, it took two tries before they didn't pick the exact same gesture. In the end, it was Mat who won with a paper to cover up Anthony's rock.

 "Guess it's you and me." Mat said steering you over to his side of the net. "You know we're skins right?" there was a teasing note to his voice, along with a twinkle in his eye, to tell you he was joking. But to call his bluff, you simply stripped off your crop top and tossed it over to the side, leaving you clad in only your sports bra. All three guys' eyes about popped out of their heads as you reached for the hem of the bra.

 "Trust me, boys, you'll have to work a lot harder than that to get the rest off," you teased as you dropped your arms back down. "Well, are we going to play or what?" They chuckled at your joke, though you were pretty sure you saw Derick adjust his shorts and his cock.

 The game was fairly friendly at first, and it took you back to your high school days on the volleyball team, though it was a far cry from your setter's position that you played. You and Tito ran into each other at least three times and you were pretty sure the third one was on purpose just so he could steady you by grabbing not only your hips but your ass as well. There were a ton of volleys and points seemed hard to come by, but overall, you had a blast. Mat carried your team, but you held your own from time to time. Close to the end of the game, all four of you were sweating and the other two guys had joined Mat in going shirtless. You knew you were going to have to thank Carly for giving you the suggestion of coming over here, just for the sights alone.

 The game was all tied up, and you had no idea how it had gotten to that point. You were pretty sure someone had to have lost count at some point, but you weren't going to argue as you were having too much fun. "Ok match point. We got this (Y/N)." Mat told you, then gave you a high five before the ball was served. You hit it over to Mat with ease and he spiked it onto the net. The volley went back and forth a few times, each time getting more and more difficult to return. You thought for sure on Mat's last spike over that there was no way they were going to get the ball. However, Derick's quick reflexes had him tossing it back over to Tito, who set Derick back up for a soft spike. The ball fluttered to the ground and both you and Mat dove trying to reach it. It all played out in slow motion in your head, you could almost foresee the two of you clunking heads which would probably result in both of you getting a concussion, but at the last second, Mat rolled to his side instead, grabbing you as he did so he absorbed most of the impact. As you both landed on the ground, he moved so that his back was now on the grass with your body on top of him.

 You were a bit stunned at first but recovered quickly. "Are you ok? You're not hurt, are you?" The words tumbled out of your mouth as you went to get up, only to have Mat's arms pin you closer to his body. That's when you felt his cock stiffen. Maybe it was the action of sliding down his body slightly so that you could see his face that caused it, or maybe it was just your body pressed against his; you weren't entirely sure. All you knew was that it was definitely hard and seemed to have a bit of length to it, which made you want to get Mat in this same position only without prying eyes.

 "I'm ok." Mat said, drawing you back to your present circumstance.

 "Looks like we won." Tito gloated from above you, reminding you that you couldn't stay like this for much longer.

 "I'm not so sure about that." Mat whispered before rolling you onto your back, his weight all on his forearms before he lifted himself up off the ground then helped you up as well. "Good game," he said to his teammates, making you wonder if you'd actually heard what he said correctly.

 You shook hands with both Tito and Derick, before you all headed over to grab some water, making idol chit chat for a bit. It wasn't long before they were being told that they had to leave the arena as their time was up and another team was coming in within the hour. "It was a lot of fun guys, thanks for inviting me to play," you told them.

 "Our pleasure," Derick said, and you could've sworn you heard Tito say that he would play with you anytime. The double entendre was not lost on you.

 "I'm sure I'll see you around the hotel." You told them all then headed out of the arena as well, though in a different direction as your hotel was the other way. You'd just made it into the alcove when you heard Mat calling your name.

 "You forgot this," he said handing you, your crop top. "Can't have you going back to the hotel like that."

 "Thanks."

 Mat shifted his weight from foot to foot a few times, before saying. "Can I walk you back?"

 "Sure," you told him. "I mean as long as you don't have to go back with the team."

 "Nah, we have the next hour free still." Well, that was interesting information that you took in as you continued around the empty halls of the stadium. Mentally, you calculated how much time it would take to get to your suite and then for Mat to get back to his place. It was definitely more than an hour, so if you were going to have a little fun it was going to have to be here. Your eyes darted around, looking for the perfect spot. "What are you doing?"

 It was right at that moment that you found the ideal location. "This," you answered, grabbing Mat's hand and pulling him into the spot that would conceal you both in case anyone would walk by. As soon as you were ensconced inside, your lips found his. You pulled his neck down to meet your mouth, kissing him with abandonment. Mat caught on quick to your plan and quickly took control, pinning you against the wall as his mouth plundered inside yours. His tongue danced with yours, as his hands skimmed up your body, sending shivers down your spine.

 A lock of Mat's hair dipped down to his forehead and your hands moved up to push it back, though you didn't stop there as you let them sift through his thick mane. He moaned into your mouth, as your hands raked through his hair, nails slightly scraping his scalp. He devoured your whole with his mouth as if he couldn't get enough of you and the whole time you just wanted more of him. Mat's thigh came up between your legs, and you wantonly pressed your cunt down upon him. "Fuck baby," he whispered. "That's it, grind down on me." It wasn't like you needed to hear the words, but they still made you damp coming from his mouth. He released your mouth finally, but only so he could trail his lips down your neck to your breasts. His hands pushed your bra up, and you felt your arms reaching up to the sky so that he could remove it completely. "I've been wondering what these looked like the whole fucking game." His head fell back slightly so he could take your breasts in and you felt your nipples harden under his stare. "Fucking perfect," he panted out before capturing a pert nipple in his mouth.

 "Fuck Mat," you gasped as he lightly bit down. Hips now desperate, you continued to grind down on Mat's thick thigh as he lavished each of your breasts with attention. You whimpered, trying to find that perfect position against him that would put you over the edge, but then Mat moved his thigh away.

 "I can't," he said and your brain was too fogged from chasing your high to register what he meant before his fingers were sliding under the waistband of your shorts and panties. "Damn baby, I can't believe how wet you are." His fingers slid inside your pussy with ease and you moaned out with pleasure as he scissored two of them in, while his thumb pressed against your clit. "You like that," his whispered then sucked on your nipple again. "God, I want you to cum on my fingers so bad." They started to pump in and out of you then. "Can you do that pretty girl? Can you cum for me?"

 Fuck you loved it when he talked dirty like that. The combination of his words and his actions sending you spiraling into orgasm. "Mat," you called out as your body trembled.

 "Yeah baby, say my name. Tell everyone who's making you cum." He kept fingering you through the orgasm, pressing kisses all over your chest and neck. "So, fucking pretty." You slumped back against the wall, head going back as your body was finally sated. Mat pressed his fingers deep inside you one last time before withdrawing them and bringing them to his lips. His tongue darted out, licking up the length of them before he brought them to your lips. "Suck," it wasn't quite a command, but at the same time you didn't feel the need to disobey either and you wondered if the two of you had more time, what all Mat could come up with. You licked your essence off his digits, letting your tongue glide up his long fingers. It was Mat's turn to groan this time and you felt him go a little weak, so you took advantage and twisted you both so that he was now against the wall.

 You kissed him hard, before sliding down onto your knees taking his shorts and boxer briefs with you. Mat inhaled sharply as your hands skated back up his meaty thighs you were riding moments ago. Eyes locking with his, your tongue slipped out and licked the head of his cock, tasting the precum that was oozing from it. Your lips wrapped around the head then and you heard as well as felt his sigh of content before his fingers threaded through your hair. "Fuck (Y/N), that feels so good." His hand gently urged you to take more, and so you did. "That's it, baby, just like that." Your lips sunk down on as much of his cock as you could take in, while your hand fisted him at the base. Sucking him back out, you let your teeth lightly rake along his cock and he hissed out another fuck but thrust hips forward wanting you to take him back in. You did, but slowly centimeter by centimeter. Mat's head fell back against the wall. "You're killing me." Your lips smiled around his cock as you started to take him and out of your mouth.

 Mat was breathing was labored, as he fisted his hand around your hair, holding it back so he could see your face as you took him inside your mouth. Your tongue pressed up against the underside, and you felt him twitch in response. Letting your fingers dance along his thighs, you slithered them up to his balls where you cupped them and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Fuck, yeah," Mat panted, his hips now rocking into your mouth. Relaxing your throat, you hummed so that you could take him deeper. "Jesus," he hissed out, his hand now tightening on the back of your skull as he thrust again, this time shooting his cum down the back of your throat. You swallowed what you could, though some dribbled out and down your chin; that only turned Mat on more. "You're so fucking gorgeous right now." He told you, as he helped you back to your feet, where his lips locked with yours. You were half-naked from the waist up and Mat from the waist down, but you didn't care as you made out with him against the wall of the stadium. Time sort of stood still as the two of you entwined not only your mouths but your bodies. His hands going from your ass, then to your back, to your neck and then breasts, all at the same time. Off in the distance, you heard a noise, and you realized the other team must be coming in.

 You broke the kiss, though Mat chased after your lips still wanting that contact with you. "I think someone's coming." He heard it then, the idle chatter of voices still far enough away, but you weren't sure for how long.

 "Fuck, I thought we had more time." He reluctantly let you out of his embrace, but only so that you could both pull your clothes back on. Mat grabbed your crop top and slipped it back over your head, before pulling you back in for a kiss. "You're pretty amazing, you know that?" All you could do was blush. "I'm not just talking about back there either." You cocked your head at him, as the two of you headed back to Hotel X, fingers entwined. "I might be staying at Royal York, but everyone talks about how great it over at your place and how it's all because of you. You're like some legend or something."

 God, you were hoping that they weren't talking about all the sexual things that had gone on with other players. "Well, I'm glad everyone's happy. I'm really just doing my job."

 "Hopefully, I'll be over there soon," Mat added with a little wink to you, and you realized you wouldn't mind having him in your hotel at all. In fact, it would be a lot of fun. "I guess I have to let you go, huh?" You were now standing in front of the hotel and short of asking Mat up to your room, which you knew there wasn't time for; your interlude with him was coming to an end.

 "Well, you know you're more than welcome to use any of the facilities we have here anytime." It was your turn to give Mat a little wink.

 "I just might have to do that. We have a game tomorrow, but I'm sure I'll be needing to use the tennis courts or that pool sometime soon."

 "Well, make sure you stop and tell me hi when you're here."

 He chuckled at your comment. "Oh, there is no way I would forget to do that." He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, before dropping a kiss to your lips. Part of you was hesitant that someone might be watching but then it didn't matter because when Mat kissed you, it seemed like no one else even existed. "I gotta go." He finally said breaking away. "But I'll see you soon."

 "I'll hold you to that promise." He pecked your lips one more time before heading in the direction of his hotel.

 Thankfully, things were running smoothly at the hotel, so you decided to continue taking Carly's advice and head upstairs for a long hot bubble bath. Pouring yourself a glass of wine, you let the water get to the perfect temperature before sinking down into it. You sighed as you took a sip of the crisp tasting vintage as soft music played in the background. The only thing you were missing was a few pieces of chocolate to make this entire thing perfect. Well, and maybe Mat, for that man truly was something. You let your mind drift to thoughts of him and his rock-hard abs. What you wouldn't give to have him here right now, sliding into the water and into your pussy. Those thoughts were cut short as your phone rang. Damn, you thought, just when things were getting good.  

[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 11

Word Count: 3,827

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders (more to come)

Notes: You guys have spoken and so here it is the next part of Bubble Wrapped. The new Jamie Benn series RUINED will be out on Thursday.As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted...hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all!

The elevator door opened and you walked with Dougie, Joel, and Svech to your suite. All you could think about was how you were going to live with these three for the next few days. They were extremely easy on the eyes, not to mention the comment you swore you heard Edmundson say in the elevator, had you wondering if he'd be sneaking into your bedroom. Not that you were opposed to that, but the bedrooms were kind of close together so the other two would know what was going on. That was unless they were all in there with you.

 Oh god, you needed to get your mind out of the gutter. You opened the door, inviting them all in. "I'll be sure to have keys made for you guys for the next couple of days." Though if you had to guess Carly was probably already taking care of that as you spoke. "So I'll give you a quick tour. This is the living room, obviously, and over there is the dining room." You pointed out each thing as you went. "The bar is fully stocked, but please don't drink all my pinot noir." The last thing you needed was them showing up to a game drunk and their coach reading you the riot act, but they were grown men and it wasn't like you were going to lock up all the alcohol as if they were teenagers. Well, on second thought, maybe you should after what they did to your hotel room. "This is the kitchen. If there's something special you want, just write it down and I'll have the staff bring it up."

 Svech opened the refrigerator doors and took a peek inside. "Man, you've got cookie dough ice cream in here!" It wasn't something that you indulged in every night, but there were times that you just needed a couple scoops to get through the week.

 "If there's another kind you like, just let me know." You told him and his face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. "Now, if you want to follow me upstairs; I'll show you your rooms." They trailed after you and you felt like a mama duck with her ducklings. "This door right here will take you to the rooftop pool, but please don't go up there if it's not your team time." The last thing you need was someone being pushed off the roof or some such nonsense. "This is my room." Joel craned his neck inside and damnit if you didn't blush as one of your bras was laying on top of the bed from when you were getting ready this morning. You tried to keep them moving down the hall. "Over here is the room with the king and then this one has the two queen beds. Your stuff should be up in a few minutes, but feel free to make yourself at home. I'm going to have to get back to work and clean up the mess that you made."

 "We're really sorry," Dougie told you, with a sad look in his eye. It was really hard to be mad at someone when they were being somewhat adorable at the same time.

 "I know, it's fine, but please tell me what the hell you guys were doing that you broke a water pipe."

 The three of them exchanged glances debating on whether or not to spill the beans, while you tried to give your best impression of your mother. It was the look she always gave you when you did something wrong that just made you so guilt ridden that you finally confessed all your sins. Svech, being the baby of the group, finally couldn't take it. "You see we have a game tonight against Boston," he explained as if that was supposed to be the answer. When he didn't say anything more, you crossed your arms across your chest and just waited. "Anyhow…we heard that Pastrnak's room was above Joel's here. We thought we could interrupt his sleep and maybe throw off his game."

 Oh my god, you had to be kidding. Did these three really think that something like that would work? From the look on their faces, the answer was a resounding yes. "What about you guys? Wouldn't you be missing sleep as well?" They all looked at you dumbfounded as if that never occurred to them. God, athlete's were really didn't think sometimes, did they? "So I take you were banging on the ceiling a little too hard with the hockey stick that I saw?"

 "Yeah," Joel answered sheepishly for the group. "Again, we're really sorry."

 "Well, please don't let it happen in this room. I'd like to keep my job."

 "No, never," Dougie told you.

 "Besides, we're on the top floor. We couldn't annoy anyone if we tried." Svech added. Obviously, he didn't include you in that anyone part.

 "Well, I need to get back to work." Just then there was a knock on the door and you took off downstairs to answer it. It was a couple of bellhops with all their luggage. "The guys will show you what rooms to put it in. Thank you two for coming up so fast with all this stuff. I'm off to the lobby, if you need anything just give me a call."

 "Will do," you heard the trio say as you headed out the door.

 "Oh, and one more thing. No parties up here."

 "You got it, boss." This time you weren't sure if it was the bellhops or your new roommates calling out to you as you shut the door behind you.

 The day went fast, as you were helping Carly find parts to fix the room as well as trying to get all new furnishings in. You literally had a small window of time you were working with. Thankfully, you still had some new mattresses tucked away, when you changed some of the queen beds to king-size. It was the dressers and televisions that you needed to get in, as well as new flooring. Before you knew it, the night shift was taking over and you were headed up to your room.

 The guys were still playing game three and the suite was quiet as you entered. Last you heard they were losing but you hadn't been able to see any of it on television. You hurried upstairs and changed into some comfy clothes, before putting the game on. It was in the third period and the Canes had the puck in the offensive zone. You were too busy following the puck to see exactly what happened, but then the whistle blew and you saw him laying on the ice. Players often went down and then only seconds later got back up and were back ready to play, so you tried not to think the worst, but then they replayed what actually happened. What you couldn't decide was whether it was Svech's knee or ankle that seemed to totally snap as he fell. Your stomach dropped and you couldn't even watch it again, as the camera seemed to zoom in. Trainers dashed onto the ice to take care of him until they finally helped carry him off; Svech not putting any weight on his leg. You weren't sure if he'd be back tonight or not, it was obvious that he needed to go to the hospital to be evaluated, but he was definitely going to need someone to take care of him when he did get back.

 It was a couple hours later when Dougie and Joel came in, neither of them knowing how Svech was doing at the moment, only saying that he was getting scans and MRIs done. They were both mentally and physically exhausted and everyone headed to bed, including you. It was about one-thirty in the morning that you woke up, your brain in a slight sleep fog as you remembered you forgot to set the coffee pot to have your morning brew ready. Let's face it you weren't a functioning human being until at least one cup of caffeine in the morning, well unless you were greeted by a certain smiling hockey player when you rolled over. Quickly, you darted out of your room and down the stairs. You fumbled with the coffee maker for a few minutes in the dark before setting everything up for auto-perk, then went to head back up to your room.

 You'd just stepped into the living room when a figure in white moved on the couch. "Jesus!" you gasped, not sure if you were asking for his help or seeing his spirit move in your suite. As your eyes finally adjusted to the dim light, you could make out that it was Joel squishing his large frame on the sofa. "What are you doing down here?"

 "I couldn't sleep." He mumbled, punching at his pillow before throwing it behind his head in hopes of finding some sort of comfortable position. His gaze lingered on your body a little longer than necessary and it was then that you realized you were only in a cutoff t-shirt and a thong. You hated wearing sleep pants to bed as your legs always got overheated and, in your haste, to get the coffee ready, you hadn't thought to put any on.

 "Is something wrong with the room?"

 "God, no," he was quick to tell you. "It's just…" he seemed to hesitate, so you took a step closer, knowing that it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do given your lack of dress, but you wanted him to know that he could talk to you. "I rolled over and saw Svech's empty bed and kept thinking about how he went down. Thought if I came down here, I could maybe get some shut-eye."

 "How's that working out?"

 He obviously knew you were teasing, as he gave a light chuckle. "Not so bad." His eyes looked you up and down again, and the sympathy you had for him a moment ago, almost vanished.

 "Oh good, then I'll just head back up to my room if you're all comfy."

 "Wait," he said stopping you even though you were kidding. There was no way you were going to let this nearly six-and-a-half-foot body, fit on that tiny couch all night. "Does this thing pull out or something? This couch is actually kind of small."

 "Well, no it's not a pullout. I was actually going to offer my bed to you." His eyes got huge at your suggestion and he started to grab his pillow and sit up. "I'll just take your bed if you don't care."

 "Oh, no I can't let you do that. I'm fine here." Fluffing the pillow back up he threw it behind his head. His frame curling up as best he could on the sofa.

 "Don't be an ass, and take my bed."

 "What kind of gentlemen would I be, if I did that?" Was he just trying to be difficult now or nice; you couldn't really tell?

 "Seriously, you'll be all cramped up if you sleep down here. Now, get your butt upstairs."

 "We could share your bed." Ah, so there it was, the real reason, he wouldn't take your bed. "I promise no funny business." He sounded like your grandmother when he put it like that.

 "If it lets us both get some sleep, then sure." Joel jumped up off the couch as if he hadn't been curled up in a ball on it, grabbing his pillow and following your up the stairs. Once ensconced inside the room, you shut the door before asking, "Which side do you want?"

 "Doesn't matter." You went to crawl in the under the right side of the covers and heard him make a noise, obviously distressed that you'd chosen that side.

 "You could've just said you wanted this one," you teased him, then scooted over to the left side of the bed.

 "I'm trying to be accommodating."

 Turning, you faced the middle of the bed. The fact that it was a California king meant that even with how tall Joel was there was still enough room between the two of you to fit another person. "Goodnight," you whispered over, closing your eyes and wondering if he'd make any sort of move on you.

 "Night," you heard him as he lay facing you. You were almost asleep when you felt him shift, not wanting to open your eyes to see if it was closer to you or if he actually just turned over. Instead, you laid there and waited, and were surprised when nothing happened. Sneaking a quick peek told you that he was laying on his back. You took a moment to take in his well-chiseled form; arms well defined from lifting weights you assumed, a smattering of chest hair barely noticeable in the moonlight, and that indent leading to a happy trail which was covered by blankets. If he didn't do something soon, you were pretty sure you were.

 He moved again, this time presenting you with his back. "Is something wrong?" you called over, and he flipped back once again. Thank god this wasn't a waterbed or you'd have been seasick.

 "Hmm," he mumbled. "No…sorry." You opened your eyes then, and he was just laying there staring at you. "God, you're beautiful...sorry…I promised nothing…" You didn't let him finish, as you scooched over and planted a kiss on his lips. It didn't take long for it to turn into something heated as his tongue quickly sought entrance into your mouth. His hands slipped up under your shirt so he could cup your breasts. The globes molding perfectly in his large hands. A moan escaped your lips as he tweaked each nipple and you felt a rush of wetness go straight to your core.

 You slid your hands down his chest, raking your nails over his abs and causing him to shiver. Joel gathered the hem of your shirt, then lifted it over your head, tossing it somewhere in the bedroom. Pushing his boxers down, you palmed the length of him, and god was there length to him. He hissed out his pleasure as you slid your hand up and down his shaft.

 His hand slithered into your panties; his fingers toying with both your clit and pussy. "So wet," he breathed out and you took the opportunity to push him down so he lay on his back. You quickly disposed of the flimsy garment that was your underwear, before straddling his hips and positioning his cock at your core. Leaning down you touched your lips to his as you slowly sunk down on him.

 Once he was buried fully inside you, you broke the kiss. Whispering for him to be quiet as you started to rock back and forth. Grabbing the headboard for leverage, your body moved up and down on his length. Joel's hand went straight to your hips, helping you find a rhythm that both of you enjoyed. It didn't take long to find a pace that had you both worked up. "Don't stop baby." He hissed out, then took one hand and started to rub your clit. Your back arched and you felt the hand on your hip slide up to cup your breast as you rode him. His hips were rising to meet you now and with the flicking motion on your clit, you could feel the orgasm start to build. Your pussy started to spasm, squeezing his cock as you climaxed. "Fuck," he moaned and flipped you on your back mid-orgasm. Joel, grabbed your hips pinning you to the bed as his cock pistoned in and out of you, as he thoroughly fucked your pussy, and though you'd just climaxed seconds ago, you felt another bursting to the surface. Your legs started to tremble and you clasp them around Joel's waist holding on for dear life. His head dipped down to your shoulder and he softly bit you there as he thrust a few more times before spending deep within you. His arms were shaking with an effort to remain upright and not just topple on you, but he managed to kiss you quickly before rolling back onto his side of the bed.

 You laid there, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Fuck, had you ever orgasmed so close together like that before? There wasn't a time that came to mind, well except when Tyler was playing with that vibrator, but that really didn't count. Joel was like some sort of sex god, and you had to wonder if you had sex again would it be just as good? Hopefully, you'd find out tomorrow night or the next for that matter, but for now, you needed to not act like the man had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life. You rolled onto your side to face him, propping your head on your hand. "Think you'll be able to sleep now?"

 He laughed at the comment, still a bit out of breath. "Oh yeah," he responded finally, though he padded out of bed to the bathroom and you heard him splash some water on his face, before coming back in with a wet washcloth to clean you up. Joel pulled the covers back, then gently spread your legs, before wiping your thighs and then your pussy. It was all rather intimate but after what the two of you had just done, nothing seemed off-limits. He tossed the cloth, back in the bathroom, then crawled back into bed, bringing the blankets up around both of you, before scooting closer to you and tucking you into his side. "I think I'll sleep even better if you're like this. Unless this is too uncomfortable for you?"

 Damn, if this man wasn't a gentleman. "Not at all," you told him and snuggled a little closer toward him. His breathing evened out in minutes and the hand that was idly stroking your back, slowly stopped. It took him all of about two minutes to fall asleep. You chuckled to yourself at that fact, though quickly followed behind him.

 You were still locked in the same position the next morning when you felt the sun peeking through the small opening you'd left in the blinds. Slowly, you opened your eyes, careful not to move too much in hopes of not disturbing Joel if he was sleeping. Though as you opened them, you were greeted with his staring back at you. "Morning," you whispered groggily.

 "Morning, beautiful." You stretched as much as you could, while still held within the comfort of his arms. "Thanks again for last night. Best night's sleep I've had since I got in the bubble."

 "Well, we do pride ourselves here in our customers getting a good night's sleep."

 He laughed, then dropped a kiss to your forehead. "You definitely live up to your word."

 Glancing over at the clock, you noticed the time and knew that you had to get ready to start your day. "I'd love to stay here in bed with you all day, but some of us have work."

 He pulled you close, and took the opportunity to kiss you fully on the lips before answering. "We have practice as well. I should probably grab a bite to eat first. I'll meet you downstairs in a bit." He kissed you one last time, before climbing out of bed and heading back to his room.

 It was about forty-five minutes later, that you came downstairs to find both him and Dougie sitting at the dining room table where a full breakfast was laid out. "Wow, what's this?"

 "I took the liberty of ordering room service," Joel told you. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so there's a little bit of everything." You were used to just grabbing a yogurt and maybe a banana, but the Belgium waffles smelled delicious, so you sat down and joined them.

 "Thanks," you said, as you grabbed a bit of fresh fruit and put it on your plate. "Did you guys sleep well?" You already knew Joel's answer but you wanted to make it look good so that Dougie wouldn't know what the two of you had been up to.

 "I slept like the dead," Dougie answered. "Haven't had that good of sleep in a long time."

 "Same," Joel said only his face turned a delightful shade of red and he started to cough.

 "Dude, are you choking or something?" Dougie said, patting him on the back.

 "I'm fine," he finally got out. "Wrong pipe." Joel was saved from further embarrassment as the door to the suite opened and in came Svech, hobbling on a pair of crutches and wearing a boot on his leg.

 "Hey man, how are you?" Dougie asked as you all got up to go check on him.

 "Ok, still not sure the extent of anything. They're going to do another MRI tomorrow. Doctors just said to stay off it and take it easy." Andrei answered the question you were all dying to know.

 "Well, here why don't you sit down," you told him, motioning for him to go on the couch. He plopped down and you immediately went and grabbed a few pillows to prop under his leg. "Can I get you something to eat?"

 "Yes, I'm starving. I haven't had anything since before the game." You went over and made him a heaping plate of breakfast food, while the guys talked specifics with him. He was definitely out for the rest of the series and you had a feeling it would be the rest of playoffs if the Canes made it through this round. "This is great, thank you."

 "I need to get downstairs and check on things, are you going to be ok here?" You asked Svech.

 "Yeah, I just have to figure out the stairs. I slept like hell." His face confirmed the words he'd just spoken as there were bags under his eyes. "Sure, that wasn't the case for you guys."

 Joel avoided looking at his younger colleague and you almost burst out laughing. "If you can wait here for about twenty minutes, I'll take you in through the pool." You told him. "We can use the door upstairs that has a private entrance into the suite that I showed you yesterday, that way you don't have to use the stairs. You just need a different key to get back in."

 "Wow, been holding out on us." Dougie teased. "We could've had a pool party last night." You rolled your eyes.

 "Finish your breakfast, and I'll be back in a few." You headed off to make sure that everything was fine in the hotel and to see if you were needed for anything as you had a feeling that Svech was going to need a lot more help than just making it upstairs.

[horsesandhockeyplayers]

*How am I feeling? Let me tell you.

* I didn't know who Eddy was before reading your story. Still don't know much but TOTALLY in love with fictional Eddy.

* I love me an OC and Lady is just about one of the best ones I ever read. Period and T(whatever the young hipsters say)

* I can't think of a single thing that I would change. Not a word, phrase-anything.

* You are an amazing writer.

* I will send you more via messages.

* I need more Eddy smut and marriage. They can get married in Chapter 7 and I would be cool with it. Elope in Winnipeg-go Lady and Eddy.

*Also I need to see Eddy just verbally eviscerate Dan. Dan needs to see how much of a fucking loser he is and what a real man is. Same thing with the wedding planner hussy.

I really feel like everyone supports you in these feelings. Except for the part about them getting married in part 7. I don’t know if people would support that ;)

Joel Edmundson the real life person is a delight (I assume) but you should definitely delve into his social media. It’s delightful. (My version is still totally better though let’s be real).

[senditcolton]

players i write for

subject to change. check back regularly & if you have a request, don’t be afraid to send it in!

some limitations: player must be on an NHL roster & player should preferably be born before the 2000′s.

key: ^ married player / * no smut

Boston Bruins

Jeremy Swayman

Carolina Hurricanes

Frederik Andersen Andrei Svechnikov Tyson Jost

Chicago Hawks

Laurent Brossoit Craig Smith ^

Colorado Avalanche

Mikko Rantanen

Dallas Stars

Roope Hintz Jake Oettinger * Wyatt Johnston * Tyler Seguin ^

Detroit Red Wings

J.T. Compher

Edmonton Oilers

Leon Draisaitl Zach Hyman ^* Jeff Skinner

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Los Angeles Kings

Joel Edmundson Adrian Kempe

Montreal Canadiens

Josh Anderson

Nashville Predators

Brady Skjei ^

New Jersey Devils

Nico Hischier Jack Hughes * Jacob Markstrom ^

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal Casey Cizikas ^ Matt Martin ^

New York Rangers

Chris Kreider ^ Ryan Lindgren

Philadelphia Flyers

Erik Johnson Travis Konecny ^

Pittsburgh Penguins

Anthony Beauvillier Michael Bunting Sidney Crosby Ryan Graves

San Jose Sharks

Jake Walman

Seattle Kraken

Andre Burakovsky * Phillipp Grubauer Jamie Oleksiak

St. Louis Blues

Colton Parayko Marco Scandella Nathan Walker ^*

Tampa Bay Lightning

Tyler Motte ^* Brayden Point ^

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mitch Marner ^ William Nylander

Vancouver Canucks

Brock Boeser Jake DeBrusk Quinn Hughes Elias Petterson

Washington Capitals

Pierre-Luc Dubois

Winnipeg Jets

Adam Lowry