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Lost in the Memory | Ryan O'Reilly | Volume III

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A/N: This is just porn, basically.

“It’s gonna be good to be fuckin’ home, I can tell you that much.”

A delay at the airport meant that Ryan and the boys didn’t land in Toronto until the middle of the night. Factoring in the drive from the airport to Summerhill, he didn’t walk through the door until almost 2:30 in the morning. He walked in to the low hum of the TV, an old episode of Law and Order: SVU playing. Whitney was asleep on the couch, clearly having tried to wait up for him, but failing. She looked cozy under the blanket, and so peaceful that Ryan almost didn’t want to disturb her.

Though he had been living in the house since being traded, for what felt like the first time since he moved, he took a long look around the main floor. It had been Whitney’s and Whitney’s alone for the past ten days. Truthfully, it had been Whitney’s and Whitney’s alone since he bought it for her. When he bought it, he did so because when he and Whitney saw it, she fell in love with it. It reminded her of the house she grew up in, just that it was in a city, and Ryan wanted her to have it. During the restoration and renovation, and over the years, she had truly put her mark on it. Her stamp was everywhere, and that’s what he loved most about it. It was a home for her, and it was a home for him, too, because wherever Whitney was, was home.

Ryan bent down so he could be near eye contact with her, taking in her features. Her beautiful long lashes she’d had since they were kids. The littlest scar on her chin from when Owen accidentally hit her with a ministick. Her perfectly shaped lips he loved to kiss whenever he could. Her long, beautiful hair he loved to run his hands through. He did just that, as softly as he could, to wake her up. “Whitney…sweetness…” he cooed. She didn’t wake up at first. “Sweetness…” he was slightly louder.

Her eyes fluttered open, looking almost in disbelief that he was in front of her. “Snook…” she mumbled.

“Let’s go to bed,” he said.

“I tried to stay up, Snook—”

“—Don’t apologize, sweetness. It’s okay. Let’s just go to bed. C’mon,” he said, grabbing at her arms and wrapping them around his neck. He proceeded to pick her up bridal style and carry her up the stairs to her bedroom. Their bedroom.

Whitney was smart and had already changed into her pajamas. After he laid her in bed, Ryan stripped out of his clothes quickly, leaving only his boxers on before her crawled into bed and pulled the sheets and comforter over their bodies. “D’you want me to make you some French toast tomorrow morning?” she asked.

“Shhhhhh,” he cooed, snuggling up behind her as the big spoon. She had work tomorrow, so he didn’t even know why she was offering. Well, that was a lie…he did know: because she was Whitney. And they always looked after one another. But he wasn’t going to be that person – waking her up at 2am only to agree for her to wake up early to make him breakfast. What was he, a chauvinist? “Go to sleep, sweetness. Don’t worry about tomorrow morning.”

He heard a little sigh leave her. “I’m so happy you’re finally home, Snook.”

“Me too. Me too.”

***

When Whitney got home from work that Monday, Ryan was making dinner. She walked into the house smelling like homemade chicken soup, which she loved. It reminded her of growing up. And though she was grown up now, she was always nostalgic for her past; she thought most people were, especially if they enjoyed their childhoods.

“Welcome home,” Ryan was already looking over his shoulder at her as she made her way into the kitchen.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “Damn Snook, I could get used to this.”

He smiled. “Smells good?”

“When you’re my husband I hope the house smells like this all the time.”

Whitney didn’t realize exactly which words were leaving her mouth when she opened it. But when they finally came out, she couldn’t believe her mind strung the sentence together. It was as if her innermost thoughts were starting to overpower her conscience. She watched as Ryan chuckled slightly. “I have some good news,” he immediately changed the subject.

Whitney gulped, pushing everything down. “What’s that?”

“I get my cast off soon,” he revealed.

Whitney smiled wide. “You can finally put that hand back to good use.”

“You mean, like, by scoring goals?”

“Obviously. It’s not like it’s useful for much else.”

Whitney yelped as Ryan grabbed hold of her and pulled her towards his body, wrapping his arms around her midsection so she couldn’t escape. “You take that back right now,” he grumbled playfully. “These hands have probably done more to pleasure you than your own hands.”

“You severely underestimate how I often I masturbate to the thought of you fucking me,” she kept playing her game.

“You’re a sexual deviant.”

“You started it,” she winked.

Ryan peppered her face with kisses. “I’m so happy to be home with you, sweetness. How was work?”

I’d rather be taking care of our kids right now. “It was fine. Same old. Can we cuddle on the couch tonight while watching episodes of SVU?”

Ryan smiled. “I don’t want to do anything else.”

After eating their chicken soup and cleaning up the kitchen, Ryan queued up episodes of Law and Order while Whitney washed her makeup off and changed into something more comfortable. When she emerged from the bedroom, Ryan was already on the couch and ready with a blanket. She was wearing a pair of bike shorts and one of Ryan’s newest Leafs workout shirts. While it was no doubt big on her, it was tight around her chest, making it very obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra and very obvious she’d appreciate the warmth of his body and the blanket. The Adam’s apple in his throat bobbed dramatically when he saw her. Without even trying, she was so incredibly sexy to him.

“Ready?” she asked.

He nodded. “C’mere, sweetness,” he opened up the blanket, allowing her to crawl in and snuggle up next to him, draping her legs over his. After placing one of his hands in between her thighs, he pressed play.

It was about halfway through the first episode they watched that Ryan’s hand began massaging between Whitney’s thighs. She didn’t think much of it – he massaged her thighs all the time when they were cuddling like this – but then ever so slowly it began to move up. By the time the second episode started, his hand was right near her core. She looked over at him at one point, a small smile playing on her face. “You can put your hand down my shorts, Snook. It’s been ten years – you don’t have to ask for permission.”

“Yes I do,” he said quickly, moving his hand quickly so it slipped underneath the waistband of her shorts and back down to between her thighs. He cupped her core briefly before his fingers played with her lips. Slowly. Painstakingly slowly. As they watched the next episode, he teased her pussy much longer than Whitney was anticipating, though she wasn’t complaining. Eventually, she almost couldn’t focus between her hero Olivia Benson and what Ryan was doing. She’d close her eyes to focus on the feeling, then open them to focus on the show, rotating back and forth.

“Snook?”

“Sweetness?”

“You coming to Toronto was the best thing to ever happen,” she sighed out, her eyes closed.

He giggled at her words. “Oh yeah?”

She let out another sign. “Can we…” she began before trailing off.

“Tell me sweetness. What do you want?”

“D’you remember when I came to visit you in St. Louis the first time after you won the Cup and we—we were cuddling on your couch watching TV and we—we—”

“Lie down,” he whispered, knowing exactly what she was referencing. “Get comfortable, sweetness.”

His hand left her hot core as she lay down on the couch how she wanted. Ryan got right behind her, his body flush against hers, mimicking every curve before he pulled his sweatpants down to free his cock. He stroked himself quickly a few times before pulling her shorts down enough that he could slip his cock between her thighs and slowly into her core to cockwarm. Whitney let out a satisfied sigh at the feeling, and Ryan could feel her body fully relax into his.

The sigh she let out was long and cathartic, as if all the strains and stresses of the day were released with it and she was finally at peace. “That feels so nice,” she whispered.

“We haven’t done this in a while,” he commented, combing some of her hair back with his fingers.

“I know. Does it feel nice for you too?”

“Of course,” he replied.

“You’re so good to me, Snook.”

Ryan kissed her temple before draping his arm over her body, queuing the next episode of SVU to start. They lay on the couch together in that position for at least two more episodes, making light conversation or commentary on the episode every so often. Every time she moved slightly, Whitney was reminded of how good it felt to have Ryan inside her so intimately, even if it wasn’t sexual. While she knew it was probably going to end with them making love eventually (at least it did last time), she truly valued just being like this with him.

While Benson and Stabler were trying to solve a case, Whitney could feel Ryan begin to slip his hand under her (his) shirt. His hand eventually cupped one of her breasts, taking his time to knead it softly before he began to pinch her nipple. Ryan could feel her chest rise and fall, little sighs escaping her. Then, he began to kiss the exposed skin between her neck and shoulders, and there were more little sighs coming out of her that he could feel made his cock harden. Eventually, neither were preoccupied with the crime Benson and Stabler were trying to solve; they were only preoccupied with each other.

“Snook?”

“Sweetness?”

“Make love to me, Snook. Nice and slow.”

Ryan peppered her exposed skin with more kisses before he began to move his hips so he could pump his cock in and out of her in their spooning position. He took it nice and slow, just like she wanted, because her sighs were driving him absolutely insane. To him, they were worthy of the finest orchestras in the world. “S’at good, baby?”

“Yeah, Ry. It’s so good.”

“You need it like this?” he asked. Whitney nodded her head. “Tell me why.”

“Because I’m at work all day and all I can think about is wanting to be with you,” she said. “And when it’s like this it’s so nice because it’s so…soft.”

Ryan couldn’t help but smile, kissing her again, making sure he didn’t get too far ahead of himself and go any faster than she wanted. She felt incredible as always, and he was going to take advantage of being inside of her for as long as possible. “Reminds me of the first time it happened on a couch,” Ryan whispered in her ear. “Remember? My parents were at a show here, Shannon was at a sleepover, and we were doing our best to watch that movie we can’t even remember.”

Whitney smiled. “I remember. I ended up on your lap within the first ten minutes.”

“That’s right,” Ryan chuckled. “Couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

“If my memory serves me right, I’d say it was the other way around,” Whitney said. “You were the one unzipping my shorts.”

“Those itty bitty jean shorts you used to wear? Can you blame me? Your ass looked great in those. Come to think of it, they barely covered it.”

“That was the first time I let you fuck me without a condom, too,” Whitney mentioned. “Remember?”

He did. They’d been having sex and Ryan was using a condom religiously, and Whitney said the only way they could have sex without one was if they both got tested for STIs. That’s what her parents taught her if she was going to become sexually active, and she was sticking to it. Ryan didn’t put up a fuss about it at all. He went to his doctor, got the required test, and showed Whitney. Whitney did the same, even though Ryan knew she was fine since she had only ever had sex with him. “Of course,” Ryan breathed out. “How could I forget?”

Ryan continued to move in and out of her, his hand moving down her body and to her clit where he began to rub lazy circles, causing Whitney to squirm and let out some more sighs. Though they were taking it nice and slow, Whitney could feel her orgasm building just as slowly, her body feeling hot after so much time of being engulfed in one another’s bodies. She put her hand over Ryan’s, still rubbing circles on her clit. “You take care of me in every way, Snook. I hope you know that.”

She was met by silence from Ryan. And in that silence, her mind began to wander. Why wasn’t he answering? Why hadn’t he said anything in return? All he did was continue his movements to make her feel good, which was always nice, but…why didn’t he say anything? Does he not believe it? “I’m close, Ry.”

“Yeah?” he finally responded.

“Yeah. I can’t wait to feel you come inside me.”

Eventually, when Ryan felt her entire body shiver, he knew her orgasm was running through her. Only then did he allow himself to come too, letting all his pent-up energy release inside of her. He made sure to continue rubbing her clit to make her orgasm last longer, until he felt her hand that was over his squeeze it to get him to stop. “Goooddd, Snook,” she sighed out. “That was so good. So nice.”

“I know,” he nodded. His cock slipped out of her but was immediately replaced with his hand, feeling her wetness on his fingers before Whitney switched positions so she was facing him instead of having her back towards him. He brought his hand up and sucked on his fingers, tasting her like he wanted. She kissed him immediately after. “You’re so sweet,” his voice was barely above a whisper, considering they were so close physically.

“Will you kiss me, Snook?”

Their lips met and they continued kissing for so, so long, completely lost in each other as the hum of the TV played in the background, Benson and Stabler starting to solve yet another case.

***

Whitney looked at herself in the mirror of her ensuite bathroom, wearing another one of Ryan’s Leafs shirts – this time in white – her jersey with his name on it draped over the door. She was wearing a pair of black lace underwear that made her ass look extra cheeky. Her nipples were already poking through the material of the shirt, but she knew she could do better. She looked towards the shower and thought, well, that’ll be pretty hot. She wet the t-shirt with the shower head, so much that it clung to her body, showing every curve. She went back in front of the mirror and began to pose, taking pictures of herself for Ryan.

She was going to tease him within an inch of his life. Why? Because she wanted to. Because she was still thinking about how he didn’t respond to her when they were having sex on the couch and she said, “You take care of me in every way, Snook. I hope you know that.” All she could think about for the past few days was how he didn’t respond. Did he not think that he took care of her? Did he not want to? Did he not want to anymore? When Ryan said he’d always take care of her, did that mean marriage? Did that mean children? Did that mean a life together? He didn’t answer, so maybe it didn’t. Maybe it did. She didn’t know anymore. It was all so confusing. What she did know was this: she was going to take care of him and his ego tonight, that was for sure. Maybe it wasn’t the right thing to do, and maybe she should approach it in a different way; maybe it wasn’t mature and maybe it wouldn’t do anything in the grand scheme of things, but God damn it, this was how she was going to do it.

Ryan had already left for the arena for the game against the Panthers, and she would be making her way down in about an hour. She would be meeting Bee and Aryne before the game for some dinner and was mostly ready, except for the fact that she was taking pictures of herself as if she were competing in a wet t-shirt contest. When she was done with the wet t-shirt contest, she tossed it in the shower and put on his jersey instead. It was oversized, but she still knew she could make it look sexy. She made sure her underwear was visible as she made her ass was front and centre since not much else could be seen.

When Whitney was actually ready – in her clothes she had planned to wear to the game, and not the clothes she had planned to tease Ryan in – she texted Bee that she was leaving her place and on her way to Chotto Matte, the Japanese-Peruvian restaurant that the boys had apparently been frequenting as of late. When Bee realized that Whitney’s office was only a few blocks away from hers, she resolved that they get together more often, starting with dinner before the game with Aryne and Aberdeen. Whitney and Bee were the same age, only three days apart – Whitney born August 28th and Bee born on August 31st – and so Bee made a conscious effort to be friends with her, and Whitney appreciated the effort because she liked Bee (and all the other women) since the day she met them.

Before she lost the WiFi service at the station, Whitney took out her phone from her purse and opened the conversation she was keeping with Ryan.

Just on my way to dinner with Bee, Aryne, and Aberdeen. Can I show you my outfit? I don’t know if it’s too fancy. Have you been to Chotto Matte before?

He responded right away, letting her know that he wasn’t doing anything important. At least not yet.

Of course. And no, I haven’t been.

The subway rolled into the station. Whitney chose the first of the photos she favourited from the array she took, the least risqué of the night. A photo of her just posing in his t-shirt, her nipples poking through the fabric, a hint of the black lace of her panties showing. She got on the subway and took a seat, and as the subway began moving towards Rosedale station, her phone buzzed.

Looks like you’ll be cold. I think it needs a jacket.

She chuckled. So he was going to be a cheeky bastard. Fine.

By the time she made her way to Bay and Front Street, Bee and Aryne were waiting in the vestibule of the restaurant. Within five minutes Aberdeen arrived and they were seated at their table, ordering drinks and food – Whitney ordered the black cod aji miso on the behest of Aryne. The girls chatted up Whitney like they were old friends, and not like they’d just met merely a month ago. Whitney ignored the incoming texts from Ryan throughout dinner and had fun with her newfound friends.

Let me see your real outfit

What are you wearing?

Are you at the restaurant already? Are the girls there?

Go to the bathroom and show me how sexy you look in your outfit

Whit come on

I’m desperate here

You can’t just send a pic like that and then go silent

He was right. It was so incredibly rude of her to go silent after she sent him such a picture. So, as the waiter took their dinner plates away, she quickly got on her phone and sent him a second picture. It was a picture of her in the same outfit except this time, she had her hand down the front of the black lace panties. She locked her screen quickly, not giving it a second thought. Within seconds, a reply flashed on her screen.

What the fuck, sweetness

The girls paid the bill and made their way to the arena on foot, taking the elevator to the family lounge where a few of the other girls were already hanging out. When she had a moment to herself, she took out her phone and sent another picture, unsolicited: one where she was looking over her shoulder, pulling the t-shirt forward so her ass was in full view of the mirror.

Whitney

After some small talk with a few of the other women present, another: one where her t-shirt was wet and clung to her body, especially her breasts.

WHITNEY

After the Canadian and American national anthems were played, another one: a close up of her biting her lip, her nipples poking through the wet fabric of the shirt.

There’s a lot of guys in here with me

You gotta stop

As the first period went on, another: the wet t-shirt with her hand down her panties again.

Whit I mean it

Right after the buzzer at the end of the period, another: one of her in his jersey, ass in full view.

Holy fuck

She giggled slightly. At the end of intermission, when she knew all the men he was with would be back, another: her seated on the floor, her legs spread wide, his jersey barely covering up the visual.

I should come down to the family lounge and fuck you senseless in the bathroom.

Patience is a virtue, Snook

Stop teasing sweetness

That’s going to get you in trouble

If I’m trouble, then maybe you should roll up your sleeves, bend me over you knee, and spank me

Ryan never responded. Whitney didn’t push it. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him and left it at that. She enjoyed the rest of the game, the rest of the banter and conversation with the girls. She finished her glass of wine and cheered on during overtime, though the Leafs lost.

When Ryan emerged from the locker room, he barely made eye contact with Whitney. He greeted all the other women very politely and made conversation with them as they asked him about his finger and what life was like in the press box. He milked the conversations for as long as he could, until a couple more of the guys emerged, until he finally looked at Whitney. “D’you want a ride home?”

“That’d be nice. Thanks,” she smiled.

She and Ryan got into the elevator to take them down to the parking garage. He hadn’t said a word to her. She couldn’t help the smile that was making its way onto her face after each passing silent moment. “How’d you like the game?” she asked. Silence. She bit her tongue to keep herself from laughing. Ryan didn’t even look at her. “You look great in that suit, by the way. Very sexy,” she offered.

Only then did Ryan give her a look, and even then – the look sent a shiver down her spine. She was wholly unprepared for it, and after the shiver came the heat. She knew she was in for it. She was anxious and excited all at once. When they walked off the elevator and started towards his Range Rover, his strides were so long and determined that Whitney almost felt like skipping to stay on pace with him.

Once they got to his car, Whitney decided to strike again. “Are you mad at me or something?”

They were lucky a lot of cars were parked, because Ryan pulled her in between them and pushed her up against his, pinning her between the car and his body. “You think you can just send me pictures like that and not have me go crazy?” he muttered, his lips so close to hers she could feel his breath on her skin.

“No, I knew exactly what I was doing,” she said in a hushed tone.

“You’re a little tease, sweetness.”

“Did you have to go beat one off in the bathroom because you got a little too excited?”

“Oh no no nooo,” he cooed before giving her a hard kiss that took her breath away. “I’m saving everything for when we get home.”

Whitney smiled from ear to ear. “Then what are we waiting for?”

“Oh good, their car is still here!” they both her Morgan’s voice yell through the parking garage. Ryan and Whitney separated at lightning speed. “You just couldn’t see them because you’re short, bumblebee.”

Whitney and Ryan both emerged from in between the cars casually. Bee was still a bit far from them, but close enough to not have to yell. “I just wanted to remind you to text me for dates next week when you’re available for lunch,” she said.

“Of course!” Whitney was chipper. “I’ll look at my schedule tomorrow at work.”

Bee nodded as she watched Ryan open the passenger side door for Whitney. “Drive safe,” she waved.

“You too!” Whitney said before getting in. Ryan waved to Bee and Morgan before walking around the car and getting into the driver’s seat.

***

“I was not supposed to see that. I was not supposed to see that. I was not supposed to see that,” Bee repeated to herself over and over as she sat in the passenger seat, eyes wide but staring at nothing, waiting for Morgan to get into the car. “I was not supposed to see that. I was not supposed to see that. I was not supposed to—”

“What weren’t you supposed to see?” Morgan’s voice suddenly interrupted her.

It was as if he had just magically appeared in the driver’s seat. Bee didn’t even hear him get in. She was too preoccupied with the scene replaying over and over in her mind: seeing Ryan and Whitney kissing in between cars when they thought no-one was watching. And it wasn’t just some innocent kiss, either. There was meaning behind it. History behind it.

“Nothing,” Bee shook her head. “Drop it.”

“Bumblebee—”

“Nothing.”

***

Ryan and Whitney rushed inside, their bodies ready to go before they even touched either other. Ryan pinned her against the wall and kissed her forcefully, greedily, because she let him and because he could and because he’d been waiting hours to show her what he really thought of those pictures. His knee was between her legs. “Y’looked so fuckin’ hot in those pictures, sweetness,” he mumbled against her lips.

“Which ones were your favourites? Wet t-shirt or jersey?”

He huffed. “How could I choose?” he asked, and he meant it. He picked her up in one swift movement and carried her up the stairs to their bedroom, setting her back down on her feet. He grabbed handfuls of her ass with his hands, causing her to make a little noise at how his fingers dug into her skin.

“You wanted to fuck me so bad after seeing them, didn’t you?” she asked.

Ryan didn’t answer. Instead, he pinned her up against the wall again, except this time, he wasn’t kissing her. He was looking directly into her eyes as his chest rose and fell with the intensity of his breaths. “Don’t think I forgot about your teasing that easily,” he warned, his voice low. He could see the fire in Whitney’s eyes at her tone. He stopped pinning her against the wall, but she didn’t move. “You’re in a lot of fucking trouble, sweetness.”

Whitney watched as Ryan backed up further, until he was sitting in his dress shirt and suit pants on the edge of the bed, legs spread so she could see his growing bulge. “D’you want me to s—”

“You do what I tell you to do,” his said sternly as he unbuttoned the cuffs on his shirt. “Understood?”

Whitney nodded excitedly, biting her bottom lip. “Yes.”

“Are you wearing the panties in the pictures?”

“Yes.”

He paused for a moment, licking his lips. “Show me. Nice and slow.”

Whitney knew what that meant. She giggled slightly before she began to untuck the rest of her shirt – whatever Ryan didn’t get to downstairs – from the jeans she was wearing. She watched as Ryan began to cuff the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, and she swore she could have come right then and there. She took off her top to reveal a lacy black bra, one that pushed her boobs up perfectly. “You like what you see, Snook?”

“Take off your pants, sweetness.”

She unbuttoned them slowly, swaying her hips, before unzipping them. Before she pulled them down, she took the few steps over to Ryan, just as he was finishing cuffing his other sleeve. She turned around so her ass was facing him and arched her back so it was in his face, pulling down her jeans slowly to reveal the lacy underwear that drove him crazy. She kicked her jeans off to the side and before she knew it, Ryan had pulled her on to his lap, wrapping a strong arm around her body so she couldn’t move. “You think you’re cute sending me those pictures even after I told you there were other people around, huh,” he whispered into her ear, his free hand snaking down to her panties.

“I had a lot of favourites,” she couldn’t help but smile as she felt his hand cup her pussy.

“You’re so fucking bad, sweetness.”

She felt his hand push her panties aside, two fingers teasing her pussy already. She writhed in his lap, closing her eyes. “I meant what I said in the text, Snook,” she said.

Ryan paused, as did his fingers. Using the name Snook said it all. “Are you sure, Whit?”

She nodded her head. “Yes. Please.”

He kissed her shoulder tenderly. Then he asked a question. “Do bad girls get what they want? Or are they going to have to beg?”

It was practically automatic, the way Whitney’s body heat up at what Ryan said. She closed her eyes again. “Please Ry, bend me over your knee.”

His arm’s grip on her loosened and he helped move her into the position she wanted to be in, over his lap with her ass exposed and ready. His fingers went right back to her pussy, teasing her lips only momentarily before he shoved them in. She let out a gasp at the intrusion, her body tensing in his lap. “Ry—”

“You’re so fucking needy and desperate sweetness.”

“I am.”

“For what? Tell me.”

She could feel his fingers curl inside of her, hitting a place that he didn’t normally hit and giving her a feeling she’d never felt before. For a moment, she almost forgot what all this was for. “I—I—”

“For what?”

“For you to spank me,” she finally let out. “For you to make me feel good.”

“What about my fingers, huh?” he asked, curling them in her again, causing her to squirm in his lap and moan loudly. “They aren’t good enough for you?”

“I want—I want more.”

“More what?”

Whitney was getting more turned on by the second. She loved putting her pleasure completely in Ryan’s hands, because he was the only one who knew exactly what to do to her, who knew exactly what to say to get her riled up. Besides, he put his pleasure completely in her hands, too. “I want more—more—”

“More? You think you’ve been a good girl who can get what she wants?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I’ve been bad and I need to be spanked.”

Ryan looked at her ass in full view for him, his fingers leaving her pussy. He hesitated for a moment, because he wanted to give her what she wanted, but he also didn’t want to hurt her. They hadn’t done this before, in all the times they’d been together. Toronto must have really been something special if this is what they were getting up to now that they lived together in the same city. He brought the fingers that were in her pussy up to his mouth to taste her before he resolved to go for it. He took one last glance at the excited anticipation on her face before bringing his hand up, then down. Smack!

Whitney let out a yelp, writhing in his lap. “Oh fuck,” she breathed out.

“Did that hurt?”

“No no no, it felt so good,” she assured him. “Do it again, baby. Please.”

Smack!

Another yelp, her knees coming together as she crossed her ankles. He wasn’t spanking her particularly hard, but they’d never done this before. “Fuck!” she screamed out in pleasure.

“Feels good?”

“Feels so fucking good Ry, oh my God,” she couldn’t believe it. “Keep going.”

Smack!

Ryan caught sight of her pussy again, wet and slick from before and from what he was doing. He spanked her again and could practically see it throb in pleasure. He brought his hand back to her pussy, sticking his fingers in with ease since she was so wet, and she cried out at the sensation. This time, though, he quickened his pace and curled his fingers more often. Whitney had stopped being quiet a long time ago, but as he did so, she really wasn’t quiet. It was only after he’d had his fingers back in her for a while that he even realized she was trying to say something.

“B…b…”

“What is it, sweetness? You need a break?”

“Both.”

He was confused for only a second before understanding what she meant. “Look at me,” he grabbed her jaw with his free hand, which wouldn’t be so free after this if she meant what he thought she meant. He forced her to look at him. Her cheeks were so flushed red. “You want both?” he asked.

She nodded. “I want both, Ry.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he released her jaw. “You gotta tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“It won’t be. I want it so bad Ry. I’m gonna come so hard. I want—I want it so bad.”

Ryan could never say no to her. The only mode he knew was to indulge Whitney, and that was exactly what he was going to do. He took a lick of his fingers before sticking them back in her pussy, using his other hand to give her another smack that made her cry out in pleasure. Her body couldn’t help the movements it was making from the pleasure he was giving her, and Whitney couldn’t control them, either. Every spank and every curl of his fingers brought her closer to a place where she and Ryan had never been before – an entirely new plane of pleasure they were capable of giving only each other. “Mmmmm, ohmygod, Ry,” Whitney breathed out before cursing for the umpteenth time. A new curl of his fingers hit the same spot from earlier, and she was desperate to feel it again. “Right there, Ry. Just like that.”

Another curl right on the spot. Another cry. Another smack. Another curl. Whitney felt like she was losing her breath, repeating his name over and over with every curl and ever smack. She gripped the comforter for dear life, right before Ryan smacked her and curled his fingers at the same time, sending her entire body through an earth-shattering orgasm. She’d never felt anything like it before, and she was as loud as can be. She heard Ryan swear before the rhythm of his fingers changed slightly, slowing down before adopting a new rhythm. The orgasm lasted longer than so many others, and when most of it finally passed, her hips lowered back down to his lap.

“Sweetness—”

It felt weird. She couldn’t make it out at first – it was supposed to be Ryan’s dress pants, of course – but they felt different. Had she really sweat that much? Had he? The feeling was different than what she was used to. “Ry—”

“Holy fucking shit, Whit,” Ryan breathed out.

“Your pants—why do they feel wet?”

“Whit, I think you squirted.”

Whitney’s jaw dropped as she screamed in shock. Ryan began to giggle, almost nervously and definitely uncontrollably, not believing what had just happened. He could see Whitney’s eyes, nervous and uncontrollably delirious as his, smiling on their own above her hands that had cupped her dropped jaw and mouth. “Are you serious Ry?”

He giggled some more. “Oh my God-d-d-d,” he shook his head.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Whitney shook her head. She wiggled off his lap and onto the bed as they continued giggling in disbelief. She looked onto his lap to see the stain on his pants. “Oh my God. I didn’t even know I could do that.”

“I wasn’t expec—that was so fucking hot, sweetness.”

Whitney lay down on her side on the bed, shaking her head and covering her face with her hands. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“What?! Why?” Ryan demanded, moving so he could hover over her. He tried to get her hands out of her face, but she kept shaking her head. “Whit, there’s no way you should be embarrassed. That was so fucking hot. Are you kidding me? I’m gonna be fucking dreaming of that for the rest of my damn life.”

Her chest was still heaving up and down as Ryan finally got her hands out of her face. “You see what you do to me?” she asked. “Only you can do that to my body, Ry. Nobody else. And you know what’s even better?”

So she wasn’t done. Ryan bit his bottom lip. “What’s that?”

“Only you get to do that to my body,” she said. “You know why?”

“Because you’re all mine,” he huffed, his voice possessive as he stood up at the foot of the bed, facing Whitney as she lay there. The visual of him towering over her, still with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up and suit pants on almost made Whitney come again. “All fuckin’ mine.”

“That’s riiiiight,” she cooed.

“You ready to do what I tell you?” he asked, playing with his sleeves near his elbows.

“Yes Ry.”

“Spread your legs for me,” he said. Whitney did as she was told. Ryan licked his lips as he untucked his shirt. “Look at that pretty pussy. Fuck. You’re so beautiful, sweetness. So perfect.”

“You’re not so bad either,” she smiled.

“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered, beginning to unbutton his shirt. Slow enough to tease her, but fast enough because he couldn’t wait, his hard cock straining his pants.

He watched as Whitney did as she was told, one hand going to her pussy while the other cupped her breast, pinching her nipple. “I don’t want your hands anymore, Ry. I want you inside me. I want you to fill me with your cum.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he undid his belt. Whitney almost mewled at the sight of him doing it topless. “I’ll give you want you want. What you need.”

“I need it so bad, Ry. So so so bad.”

Ryan eventually got into bed and grabbed Whitney’s legs, pushing them straight up and grabbing her ankles to rest them on his shoulders. “I fuckin’ love you Whit.”

“I love you too, Snook. Ever since we were kids.”

“Ever since we were kids,” he repeated, nodding and kissing her inner ankle. “You ready to take my cock?”

“Yes, God yes.”

Ryan used his hand to position himself and he slid into her so easily, her pussy still wet from their previous activities. Like always, she felt like heaven, her pussy hot and completely taking his cock. “S’at feel good?”

Whitney nodded her head. “Fuck me, baby. Take care of me.”

Ryan grabbed her ankles, developing a strong rhythm and thrusting deep inside her as he made her cry out in pleasure. His own grunts fuelled Whitney too, who couldn’t help but reach out to Ryan’s body, just so she could feel it. He squeezed her ankles, ensuring they were secure on his shoulders. “You keep them there. Got it?”

“Yes.”

He leaned forward, his body and her legs getting hooked against her body. “Oh fuck,” Whitney breathed out. “Oh God Ry, it’s so fucking deep like this.”

“Gimme your hands.”

Even before she could free them, he grabbed them and pinned them above her head, holding them down with pressure so she couldn’t move them. His thrusts became even harder, his movements rough but passionate. She wanted a good fucking and she was going to get it – Ryan always made sure of that. Whatever her need was, he could fulfil it. Only him. “Jeeeeesus Ry, fu—fuck me good, baby. I need it so bad.”

Ryan didn’t know how he managed to last as long as he did. Between the little strip show and the fingering and the spanking and the squirting, to now as his cock was buried deep in her pussy as they looked into each other’s eyes and whispered dirty talk to each other, his body was sweaty and practically as wet as his dress pants by the time he felt his orgasm build inside of him. Whitney hadn’t been silent since he entered her, her voice becoming strained for how long he’d been fucking her and how long she’d been moaning and mewling and crying out and telling Ryan how good he was fucking her and how much she liked it.

“Baby—baby I’m so close,” Whitney whispered. “I want it harder. Go deeper.” Ryan pushed the final bit towards her body, hooking their bodies even closer together. She closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure. “That’s it, Ry, that’s it.”

“Look at me,” he demanded, and she opened her eyes on the command. “You love it when I fuck you like this?”

Whitney nodded. “Always.”

“Tell me how much you love me fucking you.”

“Ever since the first time,” she assured him. “The first time you touched me, Ry – I knew nobody else could make me feel like you do. You were made to take care of me.”

“That’s fuckin’ right,” his voice was gravelly.

“Cum inside me, Ry. Fill me up. Fill me up,” Whitney begged. “I know you want to. And I want it so bad.”

“You want it bad, huh?”

“I need it, Ry.”

Within seconds, Whitney could feel his hot cum explode inside her, filling her up just how she wanted, another intense orgasm flowing through her entire body, from the hairs on her head down to her toes. Her entire body shook and flushed red. Ryan was moaning out loudly as he spilled every single drop he had into her, eventually stopping his movements in and out of her. He loosened his push on her body so she could unhook her legs, and positioned her ankles back on his shoulders. “Atta girl,” he gave a light smack to where her thighs met her ass.

Whitney couldn’t help but smirk and giggle. Ryan let go of her ankles before collapsing on to her body and moving so they were laying on their sides, entangled with another. Whitney was still catching her breath when Ryan slipped out of her. “That was so good, Snook,” she whispered.

“God Whit, I love you so fucking much,” he kissed her.

“I love you too, Snook. I always have.”

They didn’t say much else besides other sweet murmurs to each other, and as Ryan ran his hands through Whitney’s hair, she lulled into a deep sleep, thinking about how good Ryan was to her. As Ryan drifted off to sleep, he kept thinking about how there was no place he’d rather be.

***

Hockey Night in Canada was a tradition in many households, and growing up, Whitney’s was one of them. She remembered it being on virtually every Saturday night, Owen and Gareth glued to the TV to watch the Leafs and whoever they were facing. Oftentimes the O’Reillys and Napiers would get together at each other’s houses on Saturday night, order some pizza, and make some popcorn for all the kids while they watched. Whitney remembers always sitting in between Ryan and Gareth, and eventually Shannon, with the O’Reilly foster kids all around them starting Go Leafs Go chants.

Tonight, she was in attendance for a Hockey Night in Canada for Ryan, who was playing on the Toronto Maple Leafs. She couldn’t believe it.

Whitney wore Ryan’s jersey and stood beside Bee, who held Axton up against the glass beside Jace, being held by Aryne on her hip. John came around to fist bump, the biggest smile on his face as he saw his boys. Jake McCabe came around too, waving at his kids who were excited to see their dad on the ice. Jeska Schenn even got a picture of her boys posing with Luke, who gave them a puck from the ice. Whitney could only hope that this would be her someday soon, bringing hers and Ryan’s children down to the glass to see their dad.

As this was the Leafs’ last home game, there was extra energy in the building. When the women got back to their section and settled into their seats, they could feel it. Mitch opened the scoring, and John scored about five minutes later, with a secondary assist from Ryan. Aryne and Whitney hugged, jumping in unison. In the second period, when William Nylander scored with another assist from Ryan, Whitney screamed even louder, Aberdeen screaming with her as they hugged too. In the third period, on John’s second goal, Ryan got his third assist, and Whitney was elated. The boys played so well, earning a 7-1 win against the Montreal Canadiens in their last home game of the season. With the team saluting the raucous crowd, the girls clapped and cheered.

“Come to SoHo House with us,” Aberdeen whispered to Whitney as the girls began filing out of the family lounge.

“SoHo House? Isn’t that members only?”

“Between myself and Bee, we can all get in as guests,” Aberdeen winked. “And we need to celebrate, don’t we?”

Whitney smiled. “Of course we do.”

Before Whitney, Aberdeen, and the rest of the girls were able to travel towards the locker room, they were stopped by a familiar voice – at least to Whitney. “Whitney? Is that you?”

Whitney turned her head to see a familiar face – Rachael, the girlfriend of Joel Edmundson, who played with Ryan on the Blues when they won the Stanley Cup. She and Rachael weren’t exactly friends, but they tried to be friendly, though Rachael always had an iciness to her that Whitney couldn’t crack. She didn’t know if it was just her personality or if Rachael didn’t like her. In any case, Whitney completely forgot Joel was on the Montreal Canadiens, so it was very unexpected to see her at Scotiabank Arena. Considering her personality, Whitney was slightly shocked Rachael was even getting her attention to say hi. “Oh, Rachael! Hey!” she greeted, smiling. “You go ahead, I’ll catch up with you,” she said quickly to Aberdeen before re-routing herself towards Rachael. “It’s nice to see you, Rachael.”

“Nice to see you too,” she said, though she didn’t outstretch her arms for a hug.

“It’s good that you were able to make the game here. Your sister is studying here, right?” Whitney asked.

“Can’t believe you remember that,” Rachael commented. “But yeah. A couple of the girls and I came for the game, but I’m staying to spend some time with my sister. What are you doing here?”

Whitney thought it was obvious. She was wearing Ryan’s jersey, after all, which gave it away. She pointed to the ‘90’ patch on her arm, giggling slightly. “Ryan got traded here at the trade deadline, and I’m here, you know, supporting him.”

“No, Whitney…I mean, what are you doing here?” Rachael asked again.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I can’t believe you’re still waiting around for him,” Rachael said.

Whitney froze slightly, her eyebrows furrowing at the comment. “What?”

Rachael rolled her eyes playfully. “Listen, all I’m saying is…you’re hot, Whitney. And if it were you, I’d be flirting with Auston Matthews or something, not waiting for Ryan like you always have been.”

“I’ve never been waiting for Ryan—”

“—Yes you have. We’ve all seen it. Every time you came to visit St. Louis, Joel and I would always see it, always talk about it. And I just can’t believe it’s still going on,” Rachael lamented, not bothering to cover the contemptuous pity in her voice. “I feel bad for you. If I was waiting this long, I’d want someone to tell me how desperate I looked. You should have taken that opportunity with Binner when you had the chance.”

Whitney could feel her cheeks flush red. “How could you even say that? Binner was so inappropriate with me. There’s no way I would have even considered it – then or now.”

Rachael wasn’t letting up. Clearly, she started this conversation with a purpose. Were these things she wanted to tell Whitney back then and only had the opportunity to do so now, when they were alone, because Whitney trusted this conversation to be a fucking normal one? “You have to move on and accept the fact that Ryan isn’t going to want you,” she said, her words as cold as ice. “Move on, Whit. He’s never going to be with you.”

Whitney narrowed her eyes at Rachael. It took everything within her not to cry or scream in her face. Whitney knew there were some…well, characters among the partners of NHL players, but Rachael was playing a dirty game that Whitney didn’t like, that Whitney never considered playing herself. “Is this why you got my attention? To tell me how desperate I am? To make me feel awful?”

“I’m trying to save you a lot of heartache. Trust me,” she said. “Auston Matthews is right there.”

Whitney looked directly into her eyes. “Go fuck yourself, Rachael.”

Whitney turned on the balls of her heels and walked away, disappearing quickly behind a door Rachael wasn’t allowed access through. Instead of going directly to where Aberdeen and the rest of the women were, she escaped into the washroom, if only to make sure that the tears welling in her eyes and the redness in her cheeks wouldn’t be visible when she saw them all again.

Rachael’s words ruminated in Whitney’s mind and made her stomach bubble as looked at herself in the mirror. “Stop waiting for Ryan. I feel bad for you. Move on. He’s never going to be with you.” She wasn’t right. Whitney knew Ryan loved her, yet for some reason, he didn’t want to be with her. Ryan adored her, but couldn’t be with her. Ryan was her forever, and she was Ryan’s forever, but something was stopping him from putting a label on that forever. She’d cheated on her boyfriends with him. She broke guys’ hearts because of him, so desperate to be with her that they would have walked barefoot on lava. But Ryan was her beginning, end, and everything in between, and she wasn’t interested in men willing to walk on lava when she had Ryan willing to do anything for her.

Except be with her.

Except call her his girlfriend.

Except make her his wife.

She burst out of the washroom, walking down the flight of stairs to see Aberdeen and an array of the other girls waiting for the boys. “All good?” Aberdeen asked.

“Mhm,” she nodded quickly, burying her feelings within her. “I’m ready to drink.”

***

Ryan noticed something off about Whitney the moment they got into the car. Something was off. She assured him that everything was fine, that she’d just heard a fan say something stupid about him in the stands and it had made her angry, but he knew she was lying. Stuff like that never bothered Whitney before, so why was it bothering her now? The drive to SoHo House wasn’t long, but he tried to get the truth out of her with no success. He resolved to get to the bottom of it by the end of the night, even if he had to pry it out of her.

Whitney immediately approached the bar, ordering a margarita and finishing it within the first ten minutes. SoHo House wasn’t that kind of scene, of course, but Whitney didn’t care – if she was going to have to drink her feelings away, she would. Upon ordering her second, she felt Ryan behind her. “Will you tell me what happened, please?”

“I said it’s nothing,” she said.

“Then slow down,” he said, watching as the bartender handed her the second margarita. “I wish you would just be honest with me.”

He’s never going to be with you. “I am being honest,” she said. “Please, Snook. I just want to have a fun night out with the girls. You’re gone all next week and I’m going to miss you. I don’t want to start thinking about it now.”

Ryan digressed, because he always did. He knew how much Whitney missed him when he was gone – he got to see it now when he came home to her. When they were separated for months, it was even worse. So he let her be with the girls and he hung out with the guys, and he noticed her get a third margarita, except this time it was after a while and a few glasses of water. He kept his eye on her, her animated face lighting up at the stories she’d tell or listen to, her laugh loud and rambunctious.

“There’s nothing going on between you two, right?” William Nylander asked as he watched Aberdeen interact with Whitney.

“Nah. Why?”

William knew Ryan was lying. William knew Ryan was lying because William had something to hide once too, and Ryan wasn’t nearly as good or meticulous as he was in hiding it. Besides, Aberdeen had said she didn’t think Ryan and Whitney were just friends, and William trusted her judgement. “You’ve been eyeing her all night. Just want to make sure you look around the room a bit.”

Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m good, Will. Seems like she and Aberdeen get along great though.”

“Aberdeen loves her. She’s wondering why it’s taking you so long to make Whitney your girlfriend.”

***

It was about 1:30 in the morning when everybody decided to leave. Ryan only had one drink at the beginning of the night and water the rest of the time through, so he was good to drive. When they arrived home, they walked in without a word to each other. Both ended up in the kitchen, with Whitney getting glasses and pouring them some ice-cold water to have.

“I wish you would be honest with me about what was bothering you tonight,” he said, still wanting to address the situation. He knew it probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do, but he needed the truth from Whitney.

He doesn’t want you. I feel bad for you. “I could say the same,” she whispered before taking another sip of water.

It may have been a whisper, but Ryan definitely heard. “When have I not been honest with you?”

Move on, Whitney. “You tell me.”

“Whitney,” his voice was serious. “What the hell are you talking about? I’ve always been honest with you. Now will you tell me what’s bothering you?”

Whitney finished her glass of water, wishing it was some sort of hard liquor that would give her liquid confidence. “Rachael was at the game tonight.”

“Who’s Rachael?”

“You remember Joel’s girlfriend?”

“…Okay,” Ryan said. “Did you guys see each other? Did she say something?”

Whitney paused. It was now or never. She knew that every thought she ever had about this would come rushing out of her after she started talking, so she tried to compose herself ahead of time. She didn’t want things to get messy. “She said she couldn’t believe I was still waiting for you like I’ve always been,” she began. “She said she felt bad for me, that I should have taken the opportunity to be with Binner when I had the chance. She told me to move on because you’re never going to be with me.”

Ryan was silent. The words hung between them as silence filled the air. ‘”So do you?” Whitney asked out of the blue. “Do you want to be with me?”

“You—you don’t want to be with me, Whit.”

Whitney couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Excuse me? I cheated on my boyfriends with you, Snook. And you think that? You actually say that out loud?”

“Listen, Whit— I’d do anything for you. You know that.”

“No you wouldn’t. Stop lying to me,” her voice was getting angrier each passing second. This was the moment. This was it.

“I’m not lying to you—”

“You won’t marry me. You won’t even call me your girlfriend. We’ve been doing this song and dance for ten years and you still won’t even call me your girlfriend.”

The words hung in the air again. Ryan’s heart was almost beating out of his chest. “You’re right, Whit. I won’t marry you.”

Whitney could feel her cheeks flushing red. She’d been rejected plenty of times before – but not by Ryan. And, of course, never for something so big. The way he said it made it sound so definitive. “Why won’t you be with me, Snook?” her voice quivered.

“Sweetness…”

“What is it? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing! Whit—Whit—my god—” Ryan’s voice was frantic. “Why would you think you did anything wrong?”

“How could I not?” she demanded back. “Is it because you don’t love me?”

“No! I love you more than anyone else. I’ve always loved you Whit. You know that. How—how could you say that?”

Whitney began shaking her head. She didn’t understand why he was saying such things to her. He wasn’t making any sense. He loved her, but he couldn’t be with her. She didn’t do anything wrong, but he didn’t want to be with her. It was cutting deep; every word that came out of his mouth carving deeper and deeper into her. She bolted from the kitchen and ran upstairs, Ryan following behind her calling her name. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me that you won’t be with me?” she demanded of him once they were in their bedroom.

“Nothing is wrong with you. Not a thing. You’re perfect.”

“Then why!!!” she began to cry. “Then why, Snook? We tell each other all the time how much we love each other. We tell each other all the time that we’re the only ones for each other. I mean it when I say it, Snook. Do you? I want to marry you. I want to be your wife. I want to have a family with you, Ry – only you. I’m not having a family if it’s not with you. Don’t you want that too? With me? Why don’t—why don’t you want that too?”

“I do.”

“You’re not making any sense!” she yelled, trying to wipe away her tears with the back of her hand. “Why don’t you love me?”

“I love you more than anybody else Whit. That’s—that’s why I can’t.”

“Why don’t you love me?” she asked again. She wanted an honest answer out of him.

Ryan’s face was flushed now, too. “I can’t marry you because of me, sweetness. It has nothing to with you. It never has and it never will.”

Whitney paused. Was he seriously giving her the “it’s not you; it’s me” excuse during the most significant and momentous argument they’d ever had? “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’d ruin your life, Whit.”

Okay, now he truly wasn’t making any sense. Nothing coming out of his mouth made sense. “How could you possibly ruin my life when you are my life?” she asked.

Those words hit Ryan hard. Hard. Because he knew how true they were. And for as long as their lives have been intertwined, she had been his life too. “Whit…” his voice began trembling too now. “Whit, you don’t understand. I can’t—I can’t—”

“Ryan, you’re being—”

“—No, Whit, let me—”

“—You’re being irrational—”

“—No I’m not. It’s not—I’ve thought about this.”

“No you haven’t.”

“Yes I have. I can’t be with you. I can’t marry you.”

“Yes you can.”

“No I can’t. I—I—” he stuttered, not even bring able to bring himself to say the words out loud. “I’ll hurt you. Like I did before.”

There was silence between the two as the words hung in the air. “What?” Whitney’s voice was much calmer than before. “When did you ever hurt me?”

Ryan looked away. He bit his lip, chest heaving up and down at how emotional he was getting. He couldn’t even bear to think about it, let alone say it out loud. The memories still paralyzed him. They brought back so much hurt, so much pain. “The accident, Whit,” he whispered.

“What accident?”

“Tim Horton’s.”

More silence. The gears were trying to shift in Whitney’s mind, but they were stuck. “You didn’t hurt me, Snook.”

Ryan finally looked at her again. “How could you say that? Of course I did,” he said through gritted teeth, the pain of remembering overcoming him. “You called me that night to pick you up and I was supposed to keep you safe. I gave you a concussion, Whitney. I—you weren’t the same for months, and it was because of me. I did that to you.”

Whitney began shaking her head, watching him as he sat down on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. “Snook, no—”

“I don’t know how I even live with myself after hurting you.”

“Snook, no. Listen to me—” she got down on her knees in front of him, trying to cradle his face in her hands, but he nodded them away. He wasn’t deserving of it. He believed he wasn’t deserving of such affection. He wasn’t worthy.

“And I promised him,” Ryan whispered, tears falling down his face and evident even in his voice now. “I promised Gareth I’d take care of you. And I didn’t. I did that to you. I couldn’t—I didn’t—I—”

“—Snook—”

“—He was dead in the casket, Whit, and I p—I promised him—”

“—Snook please—”

“—I didn’t keep my promise, and what if—what if I hurt you again? What if—”

“—You won’t—”

“—I love you more than anyone, Whit. If I hurt you? I can’t hurt you, and if we—there’s too much risk. Because of me and how stupid I was. I could hurt you again and—”

“—You won’t, you won’t, you won’t,” Whitney repeated desperately, hoping it would get through to him somehow. “Snook, that’s in the past. It’s okay.”

Ryan shook his head. “It’s always with me that I did that to you.”

“C’mere,” she urged, and without another word she hugged tightly, his head in the crook of her neck as he cried. She felt his tears on her skin there as she tried to calm him down by running her fingers through his hair or rubbing his back, but there was no use. This was something that Ryan had been carrying deep, deep within him for years now, and she had no clue. The revelation of it being the reason keeping them apart was enlightening, painful, and heartbreaking all at once. “Let’s pretend it never happened, Ry.”

“I’ve tried. I can’t. Every time I try to erase the memory, I get lost in it. All I can picture is you passed out beside me in the truck, or you in the hospital bed crying. I hate myself for doing that to you. I never got over it. I hate—I hate mys—”

“Shhhhh,” she cooed. “Snook, there’s nobody else for me out there but you.”

“I know. And I feel the same. But I don’t deserve you after what I did. I can’t take care of you.”

“Yes you do,” Whitney said. “And yes you can. You’re the only man in this world that can take care of me.”

“No. No. No,” he shook his head vigorously. “I can’t take care of you if I hurt you.”

“Yes you can Snook, please,” she urged, tearing up again. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me live a life without you. I can’t live a life without you, Snook.”

They cried together. It was the only thing they could do after the catharsis, after the truth had been revealed for both of them. Ryan pulled her up and into his lap. Whitney could feel Ryan gripping onto her, his cries still coming. “I don’t want to live a life without you,” Ryan mumbled, “but I don’t know how I can live a life where I can take care of you how I want to…how I’m supposed to. Up to my standards. I promised Gareth. I didn’t—I didn’t live up to it early on. What if I never can?”

“I’m telling you that you can. I’m telling you that you’re the only one,” Whitney said. “You bought us this house, Snook. This house is for us, right?”

“Yes. For you, but for us. I know it is.”

“Think about the memories we already have here. And think about the memories we can make here,” she whispered, finally cradling his face in her hands as she stared directly into his eyes. “The smell of your chicken soup. The feel of your body against mine in our bed. Think about it, Snook. Think about our kids sliding across these hardwood floors. Movie nights where we’re all cuddled on the sofa together under blankets. Carting the kids around to hockey practice. Bringing them up to Bluewater Beach to swim like we did when we were kids. I want that with you, Snook. D’you want that with me?”

His breath hitched in his throat at the thought of children – their children, with all their personality quirks and mops of hair and sandy toes from the beach. “I want that more than anything.”

She made sure to kiss him quickly – a peck so small it almost didn’t register as a kiss. “Then what’s stopping us? Why can’t we do it? Because you don’t feel like you can take care of me even though you have since I was seventeen? You’ve taken care of me, Snook. All this time. You’ve taken care of my body. You’re the only one that’s taken care of my body. And more importantly, you’ve taken care of my mind, my soul.”

“I’ve taken care of you because I love you,” he whispered.

“Have I taken care of you?” Whitney asked.

Ryan nodded his head immediately. “You always have. Just by being you. By being there for me. By being my sweetness.”

“Then let’s do it. You and me. Because we love each other. Because we’ve loved each other since we were kids. Because we take care of each other. Right?”

“Right.”

“If I take care of you, will you take care of me?”

Whitney waited. She waited and she waited and she waited, looking into Ryan’s big blue eyes for a response. The same blue eyes she fell in love with as a kid. The same blue eyes that brought her so much comfort and love. The same blue eyes she could find her own soul in.

Finally, he spoke. “Yes.”

Whitney had waited a long time to hear those words. She wanted to make sure she wasn’t hearing things. She needed to confirm. “Yes?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

More confirmation was needed. “We’ll get married, Snook?”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I’ve just been scared, sweetness. We’ll get married,” he confirmed. “I’ll give you everything. I’ll take care of you. I love, you Whit.”

She kissed him again, much more passionately this time. “I love you, Snook,” she said against his lips. “I can’t wait to be your wife. We’re going to spend the rest of our lives taking care of each other, right?”

“Yes. Yes,” he affirmed, kissing her again.

Ryan held her tight onto his body as he moved back on to the bed. They continued to kiss for a long time, long enough that Whitney’s lips got red and puffy, with Ryan whispering “I love you, I love you so much” over and over again like he was reciting a prayer. To have Ryan be hers was all Whitney ever wanted, and she couldn’t believe they had finally gotten to this point. After ten years and countless secrets, grief and elation and success, Ryan was able to overcome his fear. Whitney was able to help him. They would be able to live their lives now as they always wanted to; no longer in secret. They could hold hands in front of their parents. They could give each other quick kisses on the backyard deck. They could wrap their arms around each other in front of friends. Nobody would have to second-guess or question their love for one another. They could just be how they were with each other in front of other people. Whitney anticipated it to be the most liberating feeling in the world, to be able to proclaim that she loved Ryan O’Reilly, and Ryan O’Reilly loved her, and that they were going to build a life together. A life they wanted. A life they deserved together.

“Make love to me Snook,” she whispered in his hear as her hand played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Ryan took his time, kissing along her jawline before moving down to her neck and clavicle, covering every inch of her skin with his kisses. He helped her get out of her shirt and bra before she helped tug his own shirt off. Whitney quickly leaned back so Ryan could take her pants and underwear off – same with him – before she got back into his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulders so they were physically close.

“I love you, Snook.”

“I love you too, sweetness.”

“You need to know you’ve never hurt me before in my life,” she stressed. “Not even the accident. Never, okay Snook?”

Ryan nodded his head. “Let me kiss you.”

Their lips crashed together again, their tongues stuck down each other’s throats. Whitney made sure to run her fingers through his hair, because she knew he liked that. Ryan made sure to drag his hands down to her hips, squeezing at the flesh there and making her grind into his lap before moving his hands onto her ass. “You need to know something too,” he said, his voice low.

“What’s that?”

“It’s always been you, Whit. Since we were kids. I’ll take care of you until the day I die.”

Those were words Whitney had wanted to hear for a long time, considering he was saying them now in the context of her being his wife. She felt so elated and so happy that it was almost as if the ten years of waiting was worth it. “Make love to me, Snook. Like you love to do.”

One of his hands snuck between their bodies so he could position his hard cock at her entrance. He took the opportunity to tease her only for a few seconds before pushing it in. Whitney grinded her hips in his lap, getting him all the way inside her. She paused, her mouth open against Ryan’s. She didn’t care how many times it happened; every time he was inside of her, Whitney swore she saw stars. “You’re so big, Snook. So perfect for me.”

“Love you so fucking much, Whit,” he whispered in her ear. His hands moved back to her hips, helping guide them as she moved in his lap.

“God you feel so good,” she whispered, leaning back slightly and exposing more of her neck and decolletage to Ryan. He took the opportunity to kiss her everywhere, leaving some love bits on the way as he licked and sucked at her skin. Eventually, he made his way down to her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, causing her to sigh in pleasure. Her nails were digging into his back; she was holding on to him for dear life. “Keep doing that, Snook.”

He kept up with his kissing and love bites between her breasts, eventually moving to the other and taking the other nipple in his mouth too. Whitney continued her movements in his lap, and he could tell that she was trying to make this last. Good. If it were up to him, it would last all night. He’d test the limits of what was physically possible. “You’re so beautiful, Whit. I could kiss every inch of you.”

“You’re lucky you have,” she couldn’t help but smile. “And you’re going to get to the rest of your life.”

They looked deep into each other’s eyes then, the heat of their bodies radiating between them. “I can’t wait for you to be the mother of my children.”

Whitney smiled widely this time, unable to contain it. “I can’t wait, either.”

“Don’t think I didn’t ever want that with you. I did. I always did. I was just scared—”

“—It’s okay, Snook,” she put her index finger on his lips. “You don’t have to be scared of hurting me anymore.”

He kissed her, unable to say anything else. Whitney began running her hands through his hair. They kissed again for a while, until both could feel their orgasms building. “I love you, Snook. Will you come inside me?”

Ryan nodded quickly. “Always,” he said. “I’m the only one.”

“That’s right. You’re the only one that gets to come inside me.”

After some more kissing, both Ryan and Whitney felt their orgasms rush through their bodies at the same time. Whitney held him close, gripping on to Ryan for dear life, their heads on each other’s shoulders as they cried out in ecstasy. They let it last as long as possible, riding it out for as much as they could before their breath started to come back to them and they sunk into each other’s arms.

Whitney was the first to pull back slightly, only to have her lips meet with Ryan’s again in a series of small, slow, lazy pecks. She could rest her lips on him all night if she could. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“Will you hold me in your arms as we sleep?”

Ryan couldn’t help but smile. “You never have to ask me that. I’ll always hold you.”

They shifted positions, Ryan pulling the covers off the bed and Whitney getting under them. She snuggled into his body as he draped the covers over them, and he wrapped his arms around her when he was done, making sure she was comfortable. “Hey Whit?”

“Yeah Snook?”

“I’m sorry you were waiting for me.”

Whitney couldn’t help but smile slightly to herself. There was no reason for him to feel guilty. It took a while, yes, but this was their story. And it would always be their story now. “Don’t apologize,” she said. “I have you. That’s all I need.”

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dear-bunnyboo · 11 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

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ೃ⁀➷ A very public scandal between your ex boyfriend of three years leads you to meet the one.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ reading instructions

Chapters (read in order)

✿ - fluff || ☁︎ - angst || ❣︎ - smut || ☻ - social media

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 || A three year long relationship between your long term boyfriend, hockey star Jack Hughes meets its very public end. ☁︎ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 & 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 || A couple months after pictures of your now ex boyfriend cheating on you surfaced the internet— you finally release your new songs. ☁︎ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 || You are invited to the jungle. ✿

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 || Social Media blurb following the events of Welcome to the Jungle— The fans and the media reacts to the Joe and Y/N sighting. ✿ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 || Welcome to Wonderland! It’s finally the day of your opening concert in Cincinnati— marking the beginning of your American tour. As you take the stage for the first time in a few months after the breakup, fans notice a certain someone in the crowds causing quite a stir on top of that you drop your new album the second the concert ends. ✿ ☻

𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 || Social Media blurb following the events of Wonderland— The rumors are slowly brewing. ✿ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 & 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 || You’re finally in New Jersey for your tour— first time you’ve been in months, all the painful memories slowly creep in and with it comes along a person you never wanted to see ever again, can Joe cheer you up? Watching his game seems to do so… ☁︎ ✿ ☻

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐘 & 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 || Social Media blurb following the events of New Jersey & New York— Rumors fly while the internet goes crazy. ✿ ☁︎ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 || Your interview all the way from Los Angeles, Joe’s press conference back at Cincinnati, and the fans speculating all over the globe. ✿ ☻ ☁︎

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 || Social Media blurb of your stay at California. ✿ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 || Can Joe save you when everything comes crashing down? ☁︎ ✿ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 || The same people who made you a piece in their game are surprised you decided to play. ✿ ☻

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 || Social Media blurb following the events of Checkmate— The response to the hidden tracks and Joe and Y/N are spotted. ✿ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 3𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄’𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 || Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm. ✿

3𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄’𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 || Social Media blurb following the events of 3rd Time’s the Charm— A quick social media recap of your week. ✿ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 || Unwanted circumstances leaves Joe no other choice. ☁︎ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 || Unconditional Love: "Is known as affection without any limitations, or love without conditions." ✿ ☁︎

𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 || Social Media blurb following the events of Unconditionally— And the crowd goes wild… ✿ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 || It’s a busy week for you and Joe— from the VMAs to the Super Bow, the two of you can’t help but be shameless. ✿ ❣︎

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 || Social Media blurb following the events of Shameless— Everyone celebrates everyone’s achievements. ✿ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐒 || After winning his first Super Bowl, it is finally off season for Joe— nothing seems to go wrong as long as you were with your boyfriend, you were in tranquil wherever he is— well, maybe expect for the ESPY Awards where you bump into a certain someone… ❣︎ ✿ ☻ ☁︎

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 || Trevor turns 23! You are cordially invited to his 23th birthday party… in Michigan… at the lake house… the Hughes’ lake house… along with literally everyone else…

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 || Social Media blurb following the events of Nothing Matters But You— What a shocking turn of events… ✿ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄? || coming soon

One Shots (Stand-alone fics that take place in the same au)

✿ - fluff || ☁︎ - angst || ❣︎ - smut || ☻ - social media

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐆 || Y/N Y/L/N takes the time to show us everything inside her bag. ✿ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐈𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 || You decided to go live… your fans are nosy, Joe is noisy. ✿ ☻

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - || coming soon.

dividers: @cafekitsune

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bedsyandco · 9 months

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Joe Burrow x Hughes!sister

Note: I don't know what this is...enjoy😭

joeburrow

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joeburrow: Michigan ain't that bad, I guess...

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joefan: THAT SHOULD BE ME, HOLDING YOUR HAND

user21: THAT SHOULD BE ME, MAKING YOU LAUGH

user13: Ohio 🔛🔝

teehiggins: looks like Dey are having a good summer.

joeburrow: Dey are indeed!

user45: no cause who is it?

user11: I wanna know too, the girlies need to do their job.

user24: stalking?

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ynhughes: summer archives🧡☀️

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trevorzegras: damn, does this mean I don't have a chance anymore?

alexturcotte: you never had a chance Z

jackhughes: WHO?

quinnhughes: WHEN?

lhughes_06: WHERE?

dylanduke: WHY?

yourbestfriend: free feet pics? thanks

colecaufield: Joey b liking this?👀

brendan.brisson: there's no way

ynhughes: I take offense to that

jackhughes: answer the phone!

#⇢ ˗ˏˋ 📂 bedsyandco works!#⇢ ˗ˏˋ 📜 cam's social media fics!#joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x oc #jack hughes fic #quinn hughes fic #luke hughes fic #hockey fic #nhl fic #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurb #nhl imagine

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Dream Boy

Summary : In which the sweet dream boy you saw freshman year turns into Your dream boy sophomore year

You and Gavin first met a Umich your Freshman year in the first week in one of your many classes you had together . But you first saw Gavin at freshman orientation and immediately had a crush on him . You and Gavin basically had almost every class together . You can't lie he was hot and sweet but you didn't want to get in a relationship as this was your start to college and you knew most college guys that were freshman were just looking to hookup .

Over the first couple months after meeting Gavin you had gotten close, you guys had had study dates even though both of your friends you brought along to make it less date like told you they were just third wheeling and it was indeed a study date . You brought one of your friends from your theater class and Gavin brought one of his teammates from the hockey team .

After that you and Gavin got even closer now from the study dates you were now going to each others events you invited Gavin to your showcases and he invited you to his hockey games and sat with the other girlfriends . This went on for the rest of the year .

Then the day you had been dreading since you met Gavin had come the last day of classes , which meant not seeing Gavin as often due to summer break and you hated that .

At least for now you didn't have to think about that because there was one big event left : The Umich Hockey End of Year Party which the hockey team . Gavin had invited you saying that is was one last big hangout with all the guys and your friends to hand out before you left as his friends and your friends had kind of meshed into one big group. So as your leaving your last class you are texting Gavin and he let you know the dress code is just umich colors .

Later that night about an hour after the party started you are almost done getting ready. You decided to wear a dark maize tube top and blue shorts with a university of Michigan jacket but left it unbuttoned in the front . Just as you were putting on your shoes you got a text from Gavin :

Gav 🥰 : where are you I don't see you ? 😢

You : im done getting ready im heading over now lol

Gav : ok see you , when you get here park next to my car

About 10 minutes later you arrive to the frat house and park nexts to Gavins car . The house pretty crowded but thats to be expected with an end of year party . You enter the house and the sound of music and laughter fills your ears . You look towards the kitchen and see Gavin and his hockey teammates and some of the girlfriends laughing and drinking so you head over.

" hey Y/N's here " Ethan yells drunkenly , that makes Gavin turn towards you at the speed of light . You both make eye contact and it holds and you can feel the shift in your relationship. You had started to notice it about a week ago the subtle touches around your waist , the excuses made just so he can hold your hand and now this something is shifting and you aren't complaining

After coming back to reality and hear Ethan still screaming about the house reaching capacity but I couldn't really make it out since he 1. was drunk off his ass and 2. You couldn't stop staring at your boy . You can't believe your referencing him as your boy but you are and you love it

You and Gavin are still making eye contact but you are saying so many words his eyes are saying " come here " your eyes are saying " come get me " but both are saying " you feel it too" at this point Gavin has had enough and as you continue staring at his eyes as your standing against the counter he comes over to you trapping you in between his arms , " come to my room with me yeah" he asks . You nod your head as you look up at him.

He grabs your hand as he leads you up the stairs and his teammates see and they start whooping and whistling and you definitely hear Luca yell " Finally " you laugh as Gavin continues to lead you up the stairs to his room. You finally get to Gavins room and he ushers you in with his hand dangerously close to your ass which makes you smile and make your heart flutter a she closes his door .

Gavin walks to his bed as he takes off his shoes and sit on the edge . You stay back towards his door and lean on it as you both make eye contact . " c'mere pretty girl" he says. You walk over and you see him spread his legs open to accommodate your body , as you fit perfectly between his legs he holds the back of your thighs and pulls you as close as possible , he pulls you with so much strength you have to hold onto his shoulders , after you catch your balance you wrap your arms around his neck and stare into his eyes.

He inches his lips closer and closer as you say "Gav" in a breathy tone " I know baby I feel it to" " what are we now" you question " You're mine and I'm yours if you'll have me " he says. Thats all it takes for the damn to break and for you to crash your lips onto his , he groans as you quite literally take his breath away . He moves his hand from the back of your thighs to you waist as he pulls you so you're now straddling him and from there his hands move to your ass pinching and pulling which you take as a sign he's enjoying himself among other things .

After a while you pull away to catch your breath. "wow' you both say at the same time you laugh and blush as you hide your face in his neck. He then lays flat on his back as he takes you down with him so you're now laying on his chest . He laughs as you still blush with your face in his neck. " don't blush now baby you literally shoved your tongue down my throat a couple minutes ago" this makes you groan as he laughs even harder , that beautiful laugh you love so much .

After you both settle down and change out of the party clothes and into pajamas and for you thats just Gavins clothes you both cuddle up on his bed as he choses some random show to watch. The room fills with silence until Gavin says " its always been you since the day we met our first week of class " You look at him from his chest and smile as you say " its always been you too Gav ever since I saw you in freshman orientation " " But we didn't even meet yet we met a week later during the first week " he cocks his eyebrow " exactly my dream boy ive had a crush on you since I saw you during freshman orientation " . Gavin smiles as he leans down to connect your lips for the sweetest kiss you've ever had .

Note: HIIII I haven't written anything in a while but im back with this sweet piece for Gavin . As always requests are open send them my way if you have them

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tkwrites · 2 months

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Sarah Meets the Parents - Quinn Hughes x ofc

Photo from Pinterest. Did I crop the brothers out of this photo because I couldn't find any of Quinn with just his parents? Yes, yes I did.

Title: Sarah Meets the Parents

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Quinn Hughes x Sarah Roberts (OFC)

Warnings: None? If I should add any, please let me know.

Summary: As Requested, Sarah meets Ellen and Jim.

Word Count: 5,300

Comments: This fic has been in the back of my mind for so long. I originally didn’t intend for it to be it’s own Snapshot, but it was heavily requested, so here it is. I hope you enjoy!

fallinallincurls asked: i LOVED your latest quinn & sarah fic and was curious if we’ll get to see sarah meet jack & luke/his parents?? I already know i’d absolutely love that fic so much omg

dasiysthings asked: I seriously hope you’re planning a chapter/s on Sarah meeting Ellen, Jim, Luke and Jack! Because the new one meeting Brady is simply the cutest 🥰

Sarah Meets the Parents

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

There weren't many things Ellen could say she knew for certain, but she did know her eldest son had never been in love.

In high school, he thought he'd been in love as much as a teenager can without the maturity or full understanding of the concept. When he got to college, he dated, but every girl they met seemed to be in his life for convenience more than because of any kind of real chemistry. Then there was the mess with June. He'd been so in lust with her that he overlooked and defended all her actions to his own detriment.

Quinn had been what he thought was head over heels about her. Each time Ellen tried to bring up any concerns, he bulldozed over her worry, explaining away every bad thing June said or did. The only thing he seemed to hear when Ellen brought it up was the, “I like her,” part of the conversation, while brushing aside the follow up, “but I'm worried.”

When they met her, Quinn had been nervous, almost as if he was bracing for the worst. It was a strange thing to hear him talk about how much he liked her, while at the same time acting a bit scared of how she would react to things.

It was terrible to watch him get into that relationship, calling it love when it clearly wasn’t - at least not on June's part - and then after it finally fell apart, having to dig his way out again.

Over the past few months, she'd noticed a change in Quinn.

He called to ask her about supporting someone in grief, but didn’t tell her anything other than he was going out with someone who had lost a parent.

Since then, he’d talk about this girl - this woman - named Sarah every time they were on the phone. She naturally dropped into their conversations about what he’d been doing. After a month, she’d asked him, “Are you dating her?”

“Yeah,” he’d admitted as his cheeks went ruddy over the facetime video, “I really like her.”

Quinn often blushed - that pale skin of his didn’t hide much - but she’d never seen him blush over a girl quite like this. He seemed almost bashful.

He told her how Sarah was in grad school, and how they got along so well. He didn’t always give details, but she could see that he was happy and more settled than she'd seen him in a long time.

When Luke had called to ask her if she knew he had a girlfriend, the only thing that shocked her was that he was using that term before telling her about it. Even more so that he hadn’t told his brothers about her at all.

When she found out the title “girlfriend” had come from Brady and not from Quinn himself, and they talked about his reasoning for holding back from his brothers, it made much more sense.

Coming to Vancouver this time, she wasn’t sure if this certainty would continue to hold true or not.

On the surface, she and Jimmy were coming in to visit Quinn and hopefully see the Canucks clinch into their first playoff berth since 2020. Their first real playoff berth since the mid 2000s. Even with all that excitement, they also wanted to meet this woman Brady liked well enough to jump straight into calling Quinn's girlfriend.

Knowing things in his life had changed didn't prepare her for the shift she saw in Quinn when he picked them up from the airport.

He hopped out of the car and hugged her tightly. “I'm so glad you're here,” he said before hugging Jim and helping him load the bags.

This was the same song and dance he did every time they came to visit, but this time, Quinn had a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his step she'd never seen before. He was even humming on the drive to his condo, despite the city traffic.

They were already in different territory than they’d been with June. Quinn was a little nervous now. She could see it in the tap of his fingers on the steering wheel and the way his left knee bounced, but it wasn't that same kind of bracing nervousness it had been with June. This seemed more like the jittery nerves he used to get before a big game when he was younger. He seemed hopeful.

They talked about their flight and things back home in Michigan.

“Are we still meeting Sarah?” Jim asked. He had a way of cutting straight to the heart of a conversation. It was a skill Ellen had appreciated all their life together.

“Yeah, she's at my place,” Quinn said with this goofy little smile she didn’t see on him very often. “She was making dessert when I left.”

More than just to appease her maternal anxiety, Ellen was so interested to meet this woman who had turned her intense, hockey obsessed little boy into such a love boat.

“I think you're really going to like her,” he was saying.

If she made Quinn this happy, Ellen had no doubt she would.

Glancing at Jimmy in the back seat, she found him watching Quinn with a quiet intensity. When he noticed her gaze, he turned a reassuring smile on her.

When the door to Quinn’s apartment opened, Sarah took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. This was an exciting and joyous occasion. It was also nerve wracking, sad and a little bit painful, and it was okay to hold all those things at once. She imagined welcoming each emotion into her heart and mind like Jenny, her therapist, had taught her. It was better to feel them than to stuff them down.

Treat them as visitors, she reminded herself, no emotion lasts forever.

“I’ll go get her,” she heard Quinn say.

The excitement shining in his face when Quinn came into the kitchen made her smile.

He gathered her into a quick, tight hug, “you ready?”

She tucked her face into his neck for a moment, holding him a little longer to fortify herself.

“Okay, I'm ready,” she took a step back, “I don't have anything in my teeth, do I?”

“No, you're good.”

Taking her hand, he led her into the living room where his parents were waiting, standing in front of the couch.

“Sarah,” Quinn said, finding himself less nervous than he expected, “these are my parents, Ellen and Jim. Mom, dad, this is Sarah.”

The first thing she thought was how Quinn had pieces of both his parents: Jim’s wide smile and thick chest, and Ellen's bone structure.

Ellen was lithe and strong - shaped like a woman who was an athlete all her life, even as an empty nester. Jim looked like a jovial dad - like most of her friends' fathers, like her own too - who played sports when they were younger, but were a bit more relaxed in their later years.

To Ellen, Sarah looked like the kind of girl she always hoped her boys would end up with. She had a kind smile and hopeful, smart eyes.

Quinn was obviously in love with her. He was practically glowing with it. He looked at her like she was the best, brightest thing in the room - like he’d never get bored of seeing her face. She’d never seen him look so lovestruck before. She didn’t know he even could.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Sarah said, extending her hand, “Quinn talks about you all the time.”

Jim took her hand in both of his and gave her a friendly smile. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Ellen bypassed her hand, and went in for a quick hug.

Quinn watched as the surprise on Sarah’s face melted into a smile as they embraced.

Feeling the nervous energy radiating off of Sarah, Ellen tried to put her more at ease. “You're so much prettier than Quinn let on,” she said as she stepped back. They’d seen pictures of her - well one picture of her. The selfie Quinn had shared with his brothers. The photo didn’t capture how blue her eyes actually were or show any of her curvy figure.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, a flush glowing on her cheeks.

The conversation lulled and Quinn jumped in. “Well, dinner’s ready if you’re hungry,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder, “or we can relax for a while before we eat.”

“I’m famished,” Jim said, holding a hand to his stomach.

“Then let's eat.”

As they settled around the table, Ellen took note of the way Sarah helped Quinn bring out dishes before finally settling into the seat on his left.

“So, Sarah,” Jim said once they'd all dished up, “Quinn tells us you golf.”

She swallowed quickly, nodding. “Yeah, my dad taught all of us when we were young. We went every Sunday as a family until I left for college.”

“I bet you’re pretty good then.”

“I’m decent,” she said with a shrug.

Quinn rolled his eyes. “She shot the lights out and beat us all last weekend. Petey included.”

She gave a smile to her dinner plate, but didn’t deny it or try to placate Quinn’s feelings. Ellen instantly liked that about her.

“What does your dad do?”

“Ma,” Quinn cut in, an exasperated look on his face.

Sarah lay a hand over his, “it’s fine.” Looking back to Ellen, she said, “my dad was an aerospace engineer, but he passed away four years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head, “I forgot Quinn told us.”

“Thank you, but it’s really fine. I don’t expect everyone to remember - it’s just part of life.”

While Sarah took the faux pa with grace, Quinn was a little embarrassed his mom didn’t remember.

“And you’re getting your PhD?” Jim asked.

“I’m not quite to that level,” she said with a self-deprecating laugh. “Just my masters. You really only need a doctorate if you want to teach and that's not really something I'm interested in.”

“In Marine Biology?”

“Zoology,” she corrected, “they’re similar fields, but we focus solely on the animal kingdom rather than ocean life as a whole.”

“I bet that’s fascinating,” Ellen said.

“I think it is, but I’ve always loved the ocean.”

“So what will you do with that degree?”

“Mostly work in aquariums, but there’s some work in conservation, which I feel really passionately about, so I’d prefer that.” She paused for a moment before continuing, “Ellen, Quinn told me you're working with the national women's hockey team, that must be really cool.”

Ellen had come into this dinner thinking she would have to drive the conversion like she had with most of the girls her boys dated. It was a refreshing change of pace to find Sarah willing to do part of the work.

“Yeah. It's nice to step into that coaching role formally for the first time. It's really amazing to see how far the sport has come for women.”

“Oh, I bet,” Sarah said. “I started following the new women's league after I met Quinn and it's cool to see them play on such a big stage.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I hardly knew anything about hockey when we met. So I started reading articles, and I subscribed to The Athletic, and I know a little more now. It's a whole world I'm still trying to figure out.”

The dedication that showed was impressive.

“You'd never watched hockey before?” Jim asked.

“I mean, I'm sure my dad had it on during the Olympics, but I never paid that much attention to it.”

“Remind me where you're from?”

“Nevada.”

“I bet there weren't many opportunities for you to see hockey when you were a kid.”

“No,” she laughed.

When dinner wound down, Sarah got up to clear the table.

“You don’t need to do that,” Ellen said. “You helped with the meal.”

“You all haven’t seen each other in so long. I’ll take care of the dishes while you catch up,” she said, reaching under Jims protesting arm to lift his plate.

Ellen smiled gratefully at her and tried to think if any of her boys had dated such thoughtful women before.

Glad for a moment alone to gather her thoughts and emotions, Sarah loaded the dishwasher before finishing the tart.

Surprisingly, the sadness she'd expected to feel never came. At least, not as strongly as she'd braced for. It seemed the build up and worry were worse. Instead, nerves sparked and fizzed in her stomach.

Before he'd left for the airport, Quinn had reassured her she didn’t have anything to worry about. While Ellen seemed especially friendly, she had a harder time reading Jim, who seemed to hold his cards closer to his chest.

At the very least, it was going better than when she met her college boyfriend's parents, who outright told her she was too good for their son while he sat across the dinner table. To this day, it was the most backhanded compliment she’d ever been given. It told her so much about his home life and explained the snide remarks he would make when she made a mistake or did something differently than he expected. She’d ended the relationship shortly thereafter.

As she arranged the raspberries, she hoped Ellen and Jim actually liked her, and weren’t just putting on a show to her face.

“I like her, Quinny,” his mom said when he asked what they thought.

He beamed.

“I can tell she’s very driven.”

“Yeah,” Quinn agreed. “I like that about her.”

“I just worry -”

His smile slipped a bit.

“You work in such different fields, and lead such different lives.”

“So?”

“Well, I mean, what happens if you get traded somewhere where you’re not near the ocean?”

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. I’ve been so focused on making the playoffs,” he admitted. Plus, he had three more years in Vancouver and would gladly stay longer if it was still a good fit.

“Like I said, I like her. She seems really sweet and I can tell you like each other a lot, but I want you to pay attention to some of the things that might not be all sunshine and rainbows down the road. Relationships are about compromise, and I'm worried some of the compromises you may have to make might cause more of an impact than you’re used to.”

“Yeah, those are some good points," Quinn agreed. "I’ll talk with her about it.” He knew this honeymoon phase would end eventually. They were four weeks from the playoffs and three weeks from her finals. The next month would be a test, that was for sure.

A relieved smile slid onto Ellen's face. He was being far more mature about this than he had when she expressed hesitations about June. Some of the worry uncoiled in her chest.

“What do you think, dad?”

“She’s very pretty.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“She’s pretty? That’s all you have to say?”

“I don’t know, Q. I just met her. She’s pretty. She seems very smart.”

Quinn dropped it. His dad would tell him what he thought eventually, but trying to pry an opinion out of him before he was ready was fruitless.

All the same, Jim lit up when Sarah came in with the chocolate tart.

“That looks delicious,” he said. “What's in it?”

“It's a chocolate cream mousse over a layer of caramel in a dark chocolate and almond crust. The raspberries on top help to cut some of the richness.”

“That sounds delicious.”

Ellen took a bite, and felt her eyes flutter closed, “Sarah, this is divine.”

“Thank you. It was my dads favorite.”

Quinn put a comforting hand on her knee.

“It’s going to be dangerous to have this in the house,” Jim said, joking.

“Oh, I can take it to school tomorrow if you don’t want it around,” she offered.

“I’m not sure I’m willing to give it up.”

She laughed, and Quinn shot her a quick, reassuring grin.

“Are you free tomorrow before the game?” Ellen asked when Sarah announced she should probably head home.

“Well, I have class in the morning, and then I’m at the aquarium until three, but I’m free afterward.”

“I was thinking about getting a manicure and wondered if you wanted to go together.”

“Oh, I can’t do manicures because my hands are always in the tanks.”

Ellen felt her hesitations go up. When she had asked June this same thing, June had shot her down, telling her she’d just had her nails done. She didn't seem to catch the subtext of wanting to spend some time together without the boys around.

“But I would love to get a pedicure if that might work?”

“That sounds great. We can do that and then meet Jim for dinner and all go to the game together.”

“That sounds really nice.” she said before yawning, “I’m sorry, I was up at 5 this morning to study for an exam. I’ve got to get home.”

“I’ll drive you,” Quinn offered, slipping a protective arm around her.

He told his parents, who were sharing a silent conversation with their eyes, he'd be back and led Sarah down to the parking garage.

As soon as they were in his car, he asked, “so, what do you think?”

“They’re really nice,” she said. “I can’t tell if your dad likes me or not, though.”

“That's just Jim,” he assured, reaching over to lace their fingers together. “He doesn't like most people when he meets them, but he'll come around.”

They were quiet for a while as Quinn brushed his thumb over her palm. Finally, he asked, "you okay?"

The very fact that he was checking in made her swoon a little.

"Yeah. It actually wasn't that bad. I mean, I miss them, but it wasn't as painful as I expected."

He squeezed her hand, "I'm glad."

"Thank you for checking."

Briefly taking his eyes off the road, he cast a startled look in her direction. "Why wouldn't I check in?"

"I don't know, just," she matched their fingertips together, gently pushing to move his, "it's just really nice to be seen."

He understood that. Sarah saw pieces of him most of the world didn't. With her, he wasn't Quinn Hughes, hockey prodigy. He was just Quinn, and she liked all the quieter parts of him, too.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he pulled up to her building.

Leaning over the console, she kissed him goodbye, lingering a little longer than usual.

"See you tomorrow," she echoed once she pulled away.

He watched her walk into the building before driving home.

The following afternoon, Sarah had to race across town as soon as she was off work to make the appointment Ellen had set up at a ritzy spa downtown.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, blustering into the waiting area, “the train was late, and I was…I got here as fast as I could.”

“It’s fine,” Ellen said, giving her a quick squeeze before walking to the desk to let the attendant know everyone in their party had arrived.

They got changed into their robes and were seated in some fancy chairs above marble foot basins. Sarah had never done anything this lavish. She went to get pedis with her mom and sister, but that was always down at the salon in the mall.

“Have you come here before?”

“Only once, but it was so lovely, I’ve thought about coming back every time we visit.”

“It’s very nice.”

Ellen hadn’t failed to notice the way Sarah's eyes popped when they walked into the serene pedicure room. A part of her was relieved she wasn't used to such luxury.

“It’s a little more opulent than what I’m used to back home,” Ellen admitted with a little laugh, “but it’s nice for a special occasion.”

Sarah felt herself relax.

Since the night before, Ellen felt a bit like she'd stepped into some kind of time warp. She'd glanced away from her oldest son, and when she looked back, everything in his life had changed. Even the phone calls and facetimeing hadn’t prepared her for the way Sarah was in Quinn’s life in what already seemed like such a permanent way.

Instead of watching their relationship bloom like she had with Luke and Kylee, who had followed a natural progression that was easy to track as they went from friends, to dating, and now long distance with Kylee already making plans to move to New Jersey when she graduated from Michigan, she was coming into something nearly fully formed.

She was glad for this time alone to get to know Sarah a little more.

“So, tell me about your research.”

Sarah explained about Walter and how the hormone testing was going. She was writing a publication on it for her grant writing class that semester, and hoped to have it published in a scientific journal.

“That sounds really interesting.”

“It is. It’s wild to see how he reacts to those small changes. It’s really rewarding to gather results with such traceable data.”

“I bet. What do you do for fun?”

“I honestly don’t have a lot of free time. Between school and work and spending time with Quinn, there’s not much leftover, but I really like reading, and I like to golf and hike when I can.”

“You don’t do any ocean sports?”

“I surfed casually when I was in Hawaii, but the water’s so cold here, I haven’t picked it up again.”

“You lived in Hawaii?”

“For about two years. I was working with a conservation non-profit. That’s where my love for the ocean really bloomed.”

“We’re going this summer. You’ll have to give us some recommendations.”

They talked for a long time about their vacation. Sarah promised to write up a list of suggestions. Ellen wondered if she might be joining them. Kylee was staying home, but that was because of a prior engagement on her part.

“And Quinn’s been treating you well?” she asked, bracing for the response. Not that she expected Sarah to be totally truthful to her face.

“Oh, yes,” she said, not missing a beat. “He's the best guy I've ever dated.”

“Really?” The realistic side of her never expected to hear that. Ellen knew her sons. She knew how they could be selfish and too competitive and too focused on hockey.

“Yeah. I mean, he gets in his head sometimes, but I do too. I was just thinking last night about how he's just the most caring person. I've never met someone so driven that's so kind and dedicated to the people in his life.”

The sincere look in Sarah's face told her just how truthful that statement was. It was the fulfillment of so many of her motherhood goals all at once, Ellen nearly teared up. “I'm really glad to hear that.”

Sarah smiled, and fiddled with the robe tie around her waist.

“Have you talked to the boys yet?” Ellen asked, even though she knew the answer.

“The boys?”

“My other boys, Jack and Luke?”

“Oh, yeah, we talked over facetime last week,” Sarah said.

“Was it okay?” Ellen asked, picking up on the hesitation in her tone.

“I think so? Jack seemed kind of closed off, which, from the way Quinn talks about him, I didn’t really expect.”

“I think that’s probably Quinn’s fault. He didn’t tell them about you until you met Brady, and usually he would have, so I think Jack’s feeling a little put out.”

“I didn't…why didn't he tell them?” she asked, wondering if perhaps he was embarrassed and wanted to make sure Brady approved before he was willing to share her with his family.

“I think you should probably ask Quinn that, but it had a lot to do with June. I don't think he totally trusted himself after they broke up. Jack will come around once he sees how happy you and Quinn are together,” she assured.

Sarah felt herself blush. Hearing Ellen, even indirectly, acknowledge how happy they were, felt like a mountain climbed, like a battle conquered.

At the end of the appointment, Ellen laughed when Sarah pulled her own sandals out of her robe pockets to wear while the polish dried in lieu of the spa supplied slides she was wearing.

“I have this weird thing about wearing shoes that aren’t mine,” she said, slipping on the Birkenstocks. “I know they’re sanitary, but it’s just,” she shuddered, “gross to me.”

After they changed, Ellen beat Sarah out to the reception desk. Sarah pulled her wallet out but Ellen shushed her gently, “it's my treat.”

“Thank you. That's so nice.”

Jim picked them up and drove to a restaurant near the arena Sarah recommended.

As they settled into the booth, Sarah on one side, and Jim and Ellen on the other, she told them, “I like this place because they have a testing menu, so there’s always something new and interesting. I’ve never had anything bad here.”

They talked throughout. Sarah asked Jim about his consulting job, and he explained what he did and how his coaching career helped him get there. Ellen explained more of what she was doing with the women's hockey program.

Even though it was a bit strange and a big step to have dinner with Quinn’s parents without him less than twenty four hours after they met, Sarah was glad to have some time to talk and get to know them a little more. Jim, especially, seemed more friendly.

At the end of the meal, Sarah tapped her card to the payment device before either of them could jump in.

“You didn’t need to do that,” Ellen protested after the waiter walked away.

“You’re guests, you shouldn’t have to pay,” Sarah said.

Also, she wasn’t sixteen. She didn’t need her boyfriend's parents to pay for everything.

When they got to their seats, Jim made sure Sarah was sitting between them. He usually would have put Ellen in the middle, but if she was, he wouldn’t get to talk with Sarah at all.

He wasn’t blind. He saw the way Quinn looked at her, and knew if he had anything to say about it, Sarah would be in their lives for a long time. He needed to bite the bullet and get to know her now.

They made some small talk, but once the game started, Sarah watched with a quiet intensity.

“You look a little confused,” he said, noticing Sarah's furrowed brow half way through the first period.

“I’m…” she paused, “I am.”

“What are you confused about?”

“I can look it up when we go to a commercial break,” she said, not wanting to be an inconvenience.

“I can answer you questions,” he offered.

“Okay,” she said, “but let me know if I'm talking too much.”

“How are you going to learn if you don't ask?” Ellen asked.

“I just…I don’t want to overwhelm you, or take you out of the game.”

Jim smiled, “we’ll let you know if you ask too many questions,” he assured. Most girlfriends he met would just watch, occasionally making comments. It was refreshing that Sarah wanted to understand Quinn's work so much.

When she smiled at him, he saw a flash of what had drawn Quinn to her. She was very pretty, but those bright, intelligent eyes made him want to talk to her. It was as if he knew she would be smart and interesting before she even said a word.

“Okay, so as I understand it, Dallas is running a 2-1-2 forecheck, right?”

Jim blinked and looked at Ellen, who was mirroring his startled expression.

“Right,” he said, confused as to where this was headed. Usually, when he had to explain the rules to someone new to hockey, their first question wasn’t about play strategy.

“So what I don’t understand is why the Canucks aren’t responding in kind. Wouldn’t it make sense to forecheck man to man?”

“Well, firstly, when you’re chasing the other team down, it's referred to as backchecking.”

“Okay, that makes sense."

He continued, “and it doesn’t always make sense to defend man to man. A lot of it depends on the way the coach wants the team to play."

“Okay, so can you explain the Canucks backchecking strategy to me?”

“You know,” Jim said instead of getting into the very complicated reasoning behind play selection, “when you said you had questions, I expected them to be about icing or something.”

“Oh, I asked Quinn and read the rules,” she said, flipping a hand, “I understand most of them now. I just don’t get the coach's motivation sometimes.”

He laughed, “Welcome to being a hockey fan.”

Some of her worry eased at his laughter. Of course Quinn was right. He knew his own family best.

They continued talking through the game. Jim was impressed with the ferocity at which Sarah wanted to understand. She knew more than most of the girls his kids had dated in the past, but it was fairly obvious she got most of her knowledge from reading. Sometimes, when play went into a gray area, she would make a noise in her throat as if that would scold the refs into calling by the book. Even when Quinn ended up in the penalty box for a cross check most of the stadium was up in arms about, she watched the replay, shrugged and said, “I think that call was probably justified.”

Even though the Canucks lost in overtime, it still gave them one of the three points they needed to get to the finals. The whole stadium was buzzing with possibility and hope.

They all left together and Ellen drove her home. When she kissed Quinn goodbye in the back seat, Sarah tried not to feel like an awkward teen getting chaperoned, as if they couldn't be trusted on their own.

Getting back to the condo, Jim was glad for some time alone with Quinn. These moments after big games were something he cherished now that they happened so infrequently.

“You guys really rallied back in the third to get that extra point. I'm proud of you."

“Thanks dad.”

They talked about and dissected the game over another slice of Sarah’s chocolate tart before Quinn asked, “how was dinner?”

��Good,” Ellen said, “though I wish she would have let us pay. She just kind of swooped in and took the bill.”

“She does that sometimes,” Quinn said.

Truthfully, he always hated when she did. He knew she didn’t have a ton of money, and he had more than he knew what to do with.

When he brought it up, she’d shushed him with a comment about being able to pull her own weight.

“She does it with you too?”

“Yeah, she talks about wanting to balance out.”

It was refreshing to find Sarah so independent. Jim didn’t worry about how she would fill her time when Quinn was on the road, or that she was only interested in him because of deep pockets or a ticket to fame.

“I don’t really know how you got her,” Jim said, “but I’m glad you did. She’s a really great girl.”

Quinn beamed, knowing it was the truth.

“I do think your mom’s right, though. You two need to have some conversations about the future. Set some expectations.”

“Yeah, I’ll talk with her about it.”

"You should invite her to the Reunion," his mom said, almost off handedly.

If they wanted her at the family reunion that summer, they saw the same potential he did.

"Okay, I will."

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vibrant, saccharine, his ☼ (fwb!mat barzal x fwb!fem reader)

genre: filthy smut, fluff, angst with happy ending

summary: pretending is getting harder, for both of them. and after a hard roadie, mat’s not sure if he wants to pretend anymore.

words: 8.7k (WOAH)

warnings: cursing, excessive use of parentheses, friends with benefits arrangement, smut, unprotected piv, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, blood (reader bit lip too hard oops!), pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty boy), reader is described as having sisters and a dog, food mention, idiots to lovers, misunderstood situation, reader uses she/her pronouns, and i think that’s it.

a/n: when i started this, i originally was just writing a blurb and then it turned into a full ass fic with a plot?? and fwb??? idk man, im nervy to post this since ive never published for nhlers before but oh whale! and ty to @eminems-skittles for reading this for me and checking it over 🤍 love u

“You played so good, baby.” She breathed, welcoming him home with open arms.

“Not good enough, apparently.” He responded, letting her fingers card through his raven locks. Soft, freshly cut. She loved when he grew it out, but yet again it was him, so anything worked.

She sighed, letting her thumb fall to his cheekbone, knowing what he was referring to. It had been the last stop of the road trip, he’d had a hatty and despite making it to OT, it wasn’t enough in the shootout.

He’d had to wait an entire flight and car ride afterwards to see her, only giving her a brief text when he got off the ice (“We lost. Had a hatty. Fucking Toronto.”) (like she hadn’t stayed up to watch the game) and another when he landed.

And after so long of whatever the two of them had going on, she’d known better than to try to send him some long and winded attempt at a pick me up message. She settled for just responding “I’ll be here.” She didn’t need to say it though, he knew she’d be there.

She always was.

To anyone else it would’ve been sad, how she waited up for him, late nights spent lonely with just her and her dog, as he jetted around North America. In her mind, he was no doubt giving himself away to whatever random puck bunny threw herself his way.

Despite this, she was loyal, even though she had her suspicions about what he did when they were apart. And frankly, it wasn’t a part of the “deal” that they had to be exclusive, and it was none of her business. But truthfully, after so long, she couldn’t count on some washed up juniors player to give her even a fraction of the satisfaction he had.

So, she did this whole routine, whatever this was. She stayed up late watching his games, sitting on her couch in his sweatshirt he left. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but whenever she wore it, she liked to pretend.

Pretend that she was an obedient girlfriend wearing her loving boyfriends sweater. That as she sat curled up waiting on the corner of the beat up black sofa, 3 coffees in at approximately 1:37 am, she would be rewarded for her efforts come morning time.

That her and said loving boyfriend would lounge around together in bed (after he woke her up in the best way he knew how, showing her how grateful he was. Like I said, she loved when his hair was long enough to tug on, and even though she endlessly made fun of his patchy stubble, she couldn’t deny how delicious it felt burning between her thighs. Especially after they’d spent so long apart.) Then they’d go and grab late brunch, holding hands under the table as they sipped mimosas, which were Mat’s guilty pleasure only her and the waiter knew about, before heading home.

Maybe then they’d FaceTime his mom back in Coquitlam, an early riser with the 3 hour time difference. Mat had felt bad interrupting her morning routine, but she’d never pass up an opportunity to talk to her boy and the girl who she hoped was her future daughter in law.

After they got off the phone, she’d tell him how much she loved his mom, how her cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He’d tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, watching as she leaned into his touch.

“Missed you, Mat.” She’d say, closing her eyes.

“I missed you more.” He’d respond, his voice nearly a whisper. Her eyes would flutter open, and he’d recognize the look in them immediately. He felt his blood rush, and suddenly their proximity, which he’d never get used to, was very obvious.

“Oh yeah?” She asked. “I doubt that.”

He swallowed, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. Her eyes hungrily swept over them, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and capture them with her own.

But patience is a virtue, she supposed.

“Want me to prove it, pretty boy?”

Words failed him, and all he could do was nod. He relaxed into the sofa, watching as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands were on either thigh as he fought the urge to lay his tired head back onto the beat up pleather behind him. It had been too long, he thought. And he’d be damned if he was going to miss out on seeing her do what he’d only imagined in the shower, or over the phone for the past 16 days.

She reached her hands up from the muscle of his thigh up to his tummy, her cold hands shocking him as she reached under his sweatshirt- the same one she’d been wearing before.

Her hands drifted, down, down, down, to the waistband of those damn Lululemon shorts she’d got him for Christmas. He held his breath, watching as they danced around where he needed her most and then-

The doorknob turns, and she’s brought back to reality. Sleep had almost claimed her, iced coffee left abandoned on the coffee table, a ring of condensation already drying on the glass. She attempts to smooth out her hair, hoping that her brief almost-nap hadn’t left her too disheveled.

Not that he’d care.

She stood to greet him as he opened the door, hockey bag, and garment bag, and duffle bag, and backpack, and- God, did he really need all that- and suitcase, dropped unceremoniously as he entered the threshold. He kicked the huge bag to the side, and it landed right under where her keys and her leash for her old mutt, Warrior, hung from the wall.

Above the leash hung a picture of her and her sisters, with her running shoes on the floor beneath it for easy access. They were nearly squished by the gear, and if it had been anyone else’s shit crushing her 160 dollar sneakers, she’d be angry. But the sight of his bag near her shoes was so weirdly domestic, she could’ve cried.

She, yet again, was snapped out of her fantasy by the closing of the heavy door, watching as the man in front of her shuffled forward, immediately allowing himself to be held by her. His head fell to her shoulder, and rather than the usual clash of teeth and shoving to get to her room, (they never went to never his place after a roadie. He needed to be away from the constant reminders of it all for awhile, just to be surrounded by her) she simply dropped a chaste kiss to his temple, letting her arm drop from his hair to his broad shoulders, squeezing once, twice, three times, on either one.

He stood up, and she led him to her room, though he knew the way well enough. Her hand in his felt nice, comforting, even, and he wasn’t going to complain. In the beginning of the arrangement the two of them had, touches like that had been normal. But as time went on, the barely there brushes and gentle caresses stopped all together.

He wanted to say something, wanted to ask her what was wrong, if it was something he did. But when he was off the ice, Mathew Barzal was not a man who liked to push his luck. So he didn’t. He let the touches slip away, and took what he could get from her.

Which right now, was toeing off his shoes, and crawling onto the plush comforter of her bed. It smelled like that sparkly ”fairy dust” shit from Lush he saw sitting on her bathroom counter once, cotton candy and bubblegum infiltrating his senses. That, and her favorite floral perfume he was all too familiar with on her pillow. A combination of scents he usually would find too much, sickly-sweet. But it was her, and that alone made it the most soothing aroma he’d ever known.

Initially when he’d gotten off the ice, the adrenaline had been pumping, and his anger had been rampant. All he’d wanted was to get home to her, have his way with her. To have an outcome he could control.

He’d kept himself relatively calm in the locker room, not having any outbursts towards Ilya, or anyone for that matter. If any of the guys had noticed he was uncharacteristically quiet, they didn’t say anything.

That is, until the bus ride to the airport.

He had been typing out his text to her, (Hatty, lost in OT, Toronto, you know the one), when he had felt a pair of peering eyes. Sitting in the back of the bus, he’d thought he’d done well to avoid such glances, but apparently not.

“Y’know, you shouldn’t be sulking so much.” A certain French-Canadian spoke, the brunette man’s tired eyes lingering over Mat’s hunched over form.

If there was one thing he didn’t need right now, it was more pep talks from Tito. He’d had more than his fill in the locker room. And though he loved the guy, he didn’t need to be told again how he “did everything right” and had a ”killer game”.

Because he knows, and that’s partly why he’s so mad.

Partly. As the other part is the fact that he wants more than anything to come back to NY to her arms. He was exhausted at this point, and rather than having his way with her, he now just wanted to be welcomed home into those ridiculously cozy sheets. He wanted her to light up all those overpriced candles she loved so much from Bath and Bodyworks, and for Warrior to snuggle up by him, stinky dog breath be damned. He wanted her to turn on ”Miracle” in the back as white noise, and laugh as she repeated all the lines from memory. (He may be Canadian, but he can appreciate a heart warming story told by Kurt Russell when he sees one.)

More than anything, though, he wanted her. And not just for an hour or two before he inevitably dragged himself out of those silky sheets that felt heavenly on his back, leaving her sleeping beside him. She looked peaceful in those moments, and he often wondered what she dreamt of. If she was dreaming of him as he did of her.

Bottom line was, Mathew was the victim of a series of unfortunate events. And the man to his left could recognize that it wasn’t just the hockey that was bothering him. (Though, that whole situation did suck pretty bad, he’d admit.)

So when Anthony told him he shouldn’t be sulking, he flashed him a tight lipped smile and a nod, before looking out the window at the Toronto sunset. The oranges and pinks were stunning, and more than anything their vibrancy reminded him of her. The smile she’d give him in her post-orgasm glow, or of the orange blossom on the bottle of perfume on her vanity. Beauvillier’s gaze never faltered, though, recognizing the deep train of thought his close friend was experiencing.

The screen of his phone had begun to darken, the draft of his message just barely visible. Tito’s eyes quickly shifted from the screen and back up to Barzy, opening his mouth and pausing momentarily.

“Who’re you texting?”

Mat quickly turned off the device, the “click” sounding out in the quiet bus cabin, most of the Islanders players catching some shut eye or watching that new Game of Thrones spin off.

Personally, Mat didn’t get the appeal.

“Nobody, just… a friend I’m visiting tonight when we get back.”

Anthony’s eyebrows went up, making a face of understanding as he slowly nodded three times.

“A friend, huh?”

Mathew nods, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and letting it go. “Yup.” He adds softly for good measure, popping the p.

“You visiting a friend after a game like that, this late, hm?” Another pause. ”Must be an important friend.”

“Yeah.” His voice is soft again, compassion coming across his features and he thinks of her again.

“Well“, Anthony starts, popping in his earbuds and opening his phone to his Music app. “I’d say whatever’s going on with this friend seems worth talking to her about.”

Mat‘s head snaps up, and he scoffs, shaking his head.

“I didn’t say that it was a she-“

“You didn’t have to, buddy.” Tito winks in the most annoyingly-Tito way, and chuckles to himself. He then lays his head back onto the navy material behind him. Mat “hmph”s to himself, doing the same. He turns his phone back on again, going to the chat between the two of them. The still blinking cursor seems like it’s mocking him as he runs a hand over his face, hitting send.

If there’s gonna be any deep, emotional shit, it can wait until he’s not 2500 miles away.

7 hours later when he finally crashes through her front door, he swears the relief he feels mixed with the sense of dread it all might be over in an hour, gives him whiplash. But nonetheless, she welcomes him in, and she feels like home.

Warrior watches from the couch, his tail lazily wagging as he observes his owner greeting the man who occasionally slips him bacon from his Starbucks sandwich. His old man (old dog?) body doesn’t find the arrival of the hockey player worthy of leaving his nest on the sofa, as to him that’s all Mathew Barzal is. The bringer of bacon.

To Warrior’s owner, though, he was so much more.

The trek to the bedroom felt like it took an eternity, and as he laid on her bed, he couldn’t help but wonder if it would be a bad idea to push his luck for once. Risk ending it all to gain everything.

She laid down next to him, and he shifted, going from laying with his arms crossed under his head, to one next to her head, the other keeping him stable from his position on top of her.

Her hand crept up to push an unruly lock out of his eyes, and she leaned forward, and he met her halfway. They paused briefly, taking each other in after so long, before finally closing to distance.

He tasted warm, like cinnamon and something she couldn’t place, and she wondered if at the airport he’d gotten one of those pretzels she knew he liked so much. To compliment his psychopath reminiscent black coffee, of course.

His hand went from where it had been cradling her face down to rest on her hip. The soft touch elicited a whimper, and at that he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.

She recognized that something was off, swimming around in that pretty little head of his. A small frown etched its way onto her face, and she lifted his chin up so he had no choice but to look at her.

“What’s wrong, Mat?”

He took in a shaky breath, looking over to his left, where the TV was on some random wallpaper, a sunset, he realizes. He scoffs, looking back at her.

“Can you just- can we- can I- fuck.” He mutters, slowly falling down so his body weight is nearly on top of her.

“Can you just… hold me?”

She swears she’s never heard him sound so broken.

“Yeah, baby, ’course. C’mere.” She replies softly, allowing him to fully rest on her. It was a miracle that he didn’t fully break down right there, at the feeling of her fingertips dancing over his skin, under his pushed up shirt. His nose was cold against her neck as he dragged it up against her to come to her cheek, pressing a kiss there. His eyes never opened, afraid that if they did, it would all just be another elaborate fantasy he’d created to pass the time.

“Is this a good idea?” Came her voice, cutting through the silence.

He sniffles. “What do you mean?”

“This. Us.” She says, not able to meet his gaze where he’s lifted his head.

“We’re going to get hurt. More than we already have.”

Oh. Oh, fuck this was happening right now. Mat sat up, feeling like a scared teenage boy. Damn you and the way you read people, Beauvillier. Maybe this would’ve been easier from 2500 miles away.

“We don’t have to.”

“What other option do we have?” She said, sounding defeated, like she already knows her answer and she doesn’t like it. “I-I can’t keep doing this no strings attached shit. Not when you do this. Not when you come here all beat up like some sad puppy.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. And he was.

“Don’t be. I should’ve known this would happen.” Her voice was soft, her eyes distant.

“That what would happen?” He questioned. She looked at him like he had two heads.

“That you’d leave, Mat. That this whole pretending bullshit wouldn’t be enough for me.”

He leaned forward again, catching her off guard.

“I’m not leaving you. I’d never leave you.”

She looked away briefly, mentally cursing herself for being so emotional as tears began to well up in her eyes. He fell to her side, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Do you really want this?” She asked, the tears rolling down her face illuminated a hue of pink from the salt lamp on the bedside table. Mathew reached out a hand, dragging his thumb over the droplet. He hated that she was crying, but fuck, she sure looked pretty while doing it.

His answer came without thought, he’d done enough of that on his way over.

“Yes. I want you in every way, if you’ll have me.”

A small smile came onto the corners of her face, and she nodded, shortly at first, but more exaggerated as they started laughing, a small “yeah?” escaping from Mathew. She responded with the same, and he took that as his sign to reach forward, closing the distance between them.

And like all the times before, they fell into their routine, her hands going down to his hips, lifting the gray material of his shirt over his head. He returned the favor, the two of them moving in sync as she lifted her hips and he gently slid off her shorts. He ran his palms along her bare thighs and she shivered at the feeling, a reaction that didn’t go unnoticed by Mathew.

“I missed you, y/n.” He admitted, running a hand through his, now, unruly hair.

Another vibrant smile came across her face, easing whatever nerves Mat had left over from his confession.

“I missed you more, Mathew.”

He shook his head, dipping down to leave sloppy kisses on her neck. Taken aback, she let a shaky breath escape. He pulled back, satisfied with the response he’d pulled from her.

“Not possible.”

In a moment of boldness (and a slight hope to allow a fantasy to come to life) she challenged him.

“Prove it, then.”

His eyes darkened, then, and he surged forward. Her remaining clothes, which was just his sweatshirt and a flimsy cami, were gone in an instant. She was left in just a pair of black undies, Mat nearly cumming on the spot at the sight, like he’s some horny teenager. His apparel soon joined the growing pile on the floor, as she made a remark about how it wasn’t fair he was still so covered.

She shamelessly raked over his naked form, save for the black boxers, with his firm muscles, sore from the roadie, prominent as ever. She might’ve been drooling, she wasn’t sure. He smirked, the effect he had on her not lost to him.

The two began to kiss again, and there was no other way to describe it other than that it just felt right.

Mathew wasted no time, allowing his hand to trail down and cup her clothed heat, his thumb passing over her clit and past her entrance with a feather light touch. She shivered, her hips lifting up to chase the brief sensation. He pulled her panties to the side, teasing her entrance with his middle finger.

It was immediately covered in her slick, as was the black fabric he’d moved aside. It made him groan just from the sensation alone, making her chuckle at his behavior. Her laugh soon was cut off as he sunk the finger in, giving her no time to adjust, not that she needed it with how ready she was for it, before adding another.

His palm just barely grazed her begging clit as he pumped in and out slowly. And as she continued to lift her hips trying to feel him deeper, push his hand closer to her clit, she fully expected him to push her down and put her in her place.

But this whole thing was about showing him how much he missed her, how much he appreciated her. To show her that he was staying. And him staying meant that he’d have plenty of chances in the future to be an insufferable tease, but right now wasn’t one of those times.

“Matty, please-“ it was more of a breathy whine, not intelligible to an untrained ear. But thankfully for her, that wasn’t Mat.

“You want more, baby?” He questioned, knowing the answer. She nodded, hair splayed around her like a halo on the pillow. She was still illuminated from the TV screen and the salt lamp, making her look like an angel of sorts, not of this world.

“Look at me then, sweetheart. Wanna see that I’m makin’ you feel good.”

Her eyes that met his were glazed over and doe like, and it melted Mat’s insides at just one look. He did his best to push down the mushy feeling that arose, before realizing he didn’t have to anymore. He could feel as sickeningly in love as he wanted, no consequences.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. So needy, fuckin’ perfect girl.” He remarked, adding in a third finger. She let out a borderline pornographic cry, and Mat picked up his pace. His gaze only faltered from her face, contorting in pleasure, back to where he was pumping in and out of her, unable to resist the urge to watch in amazement.

Though her legs were flailing, going from propped up to sliding down and spread, rustling the comforter, she somehow had enough mind to reach a hand down. She attempted to run tight circles around her clit, but not before her hand was pinned to her side by the center above her,

“No, baby. Lemme.”

His range of motion was wider and his thrusts harder as he curled his fingers to perfectly hit that spot inside her that made her see stars, fully trailing his hand over her sex. He repeated the action again, and again, and again- and fuck, she didn’t know how long she’d go on like this but she never wanted the feeling to stop.

He felt her tighten around him, and he picked up his pace, knowing she was almost there.

“Mat!” she managed to get out between strangled moans and panting breaths. He leaned down, kissing below her ear on the one spot he knew drives her crazy. She was halfway thinking, well, less than halfway with her state at the moment, that he would cruelly pull his hand away as she reached her peak. So she clamped her thighs together in an attempt to trap him, subconsciously more than not.

It didn’t stop him from grinding his palm against her like he had been, leaning down to capture her lips with his in a searing kiss.

Everything at once was just so much, the obscene sounds coming from both their mouths and her wet heat, the feeling of Mathew’s bare skin on top of her, the feeling of warmth radiating from his body, and oh my God, after so long it’s fucking finally happening-

He felt as her chest seized and she pulled away from the kiss, her head slamming back before falling to the side. She cried out, her orgasm hitting her like nothing had before.

He found her lips in the chaos beneath him, his hand parting her thighs as she went lax, lazily pumping in and out as she rode out her high. Her slick coated the inside of her thighs, and Mat pulled away momentarily and she whined, like the little brat she was allowing herself to be.

He only smirked, leaning down to kiss on her collarbone, letting his tongue sweep over the seemingly shimmering expanse of skin before him. He moved further down, savoring the taste of her, how it felt to be so close to her. No guards up, no shields, no screening involved.

She moved her ring clad hands to run fingers through his locks, that fucking smile coming across her face. He looked up from where his hands were holding either side of her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to not make it hurt, but to say “I’m here. I’m not leaving.” His chin rested above her bellybutton, and he felt suddenly seen, bashful almost. He continued his trail down in a half assed attempt to hide his face, her breath hitching when he made it to her mound.

Her breath barely returned to her as he skipped over where she thought he was headed, instead opting to take her right leg over his shoulder, moving down the expanse of it to her ankle. He brought his eyes to meet hers, and a tender hand ran up and down the distance of it. He kissed the inside of her ankle, making his way up to the skin where her thigh met her already aching sex.

He lightly nudged his nose against the area, before attaching his lips. He started sucking on the skin there, licking her clean. Satisfied, he moved to the other side, beginning his good work.

“Mat,” she broke her silence, her voice splintered and low, “don’t tease. Please.”

He raised his eyebrows, seemingly in jest.

“I think we’re a little far gone from teasing, eh?” He asked, and truthfully, one mind blowing orgasm later, they were.

She chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever hotshot.”

“New nickname?” He questioned. “I like it.” He huffed, returning to his place between her legs. “But I fucking love this pussy, baby.”

And with that, he dove in. He immediately groaned at what he had found. (Which, obviously, caused her to tug at that perfect head of hair, eliciting another groan.)

If possible, she had become even wetter with the mix of his spit and her nectarine juices. It dripped down his chin, and he wanted to stay there forever. He’d found solace there, he thought. No Maple Leafs, no Tito, no hatty that meant jackshit in the end.

Just her and her consummate being. Vibrant, saccharine. His.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent drawing her closer and closer to the edge, but somewhere between repeated chants of praises and whatnot, he’d slipped.

“Fucking love this cunt, fucking love you-“

He hadn’t realized what he said, and if he had, he didn’t seem to care. But his words alone were enough to rip an unassuming orgasm from her. She didn’t allow herself long enough to think about if he meant to say it or not, or even to ride out the aftershocks rolling through her nerves. She grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him away from her glistening cunt and up to where she connected their lips.

A small sound of surprise, not reluctance, escaped from where they were joined. Her hands came to cradle either side of his face, and Mat thinks that he might’ve cried from the tender action. He wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to ask. Hey, it’d been a long day.

“You mean it?”

He realized what he had said, then, eyes wide and somehow his face even more flushed than before. He considered lying, like when Tito had asked who he was texting and he’d said a friend.

But where would that leave him, he wondered?

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I did.” He added after a beat of silence.

And in those few moments nothing had seemed scarier.

Not when he was 18, getting skipped over by teams in the draft, and that voice in the back of his head had told him that, somehow, everyone had collectively decided to skip Mathew Barzal. Not when he was 19 playing in his first game for the Isles, having to follow up Auston Matthews first NHL game where he had four goals. Four. Fuck.

No, all that was topped by this. By the same fear he’d had earlier when he’d been on the bus, or when he’d arrived at her apartment.

But all of that fear was dissolved in a second after her laugh sounded out in the small bedroom, her eyes crinkling at the edges. She pulled him down towards her, and the sound of her laughter pulled a radiant smile from the hockey player that he felt like hadn’t seen the light of day in a long time.

She rolled over on top of his chest, leaning forward and throwing her arms around his neck. His chain was glinting, now, in the light she had previously been bathed in, and it caught her eye as it rested against his milky complexion.

“You looooove me.” She regarded in a sing-song voice, and Mat rolled his eyes despite the smile growing on his face. She leaned down, and Mathew’s grip on her bare hips tightened, all too aware of the wet spot left on his stomach from her leaking sex.

She mirrored his previous movements down his chiseled body, a regular Adonis in his own right. She left open mouthed kisses, the wet patches from them adding to the thin sheen that covered his body. She made her way down to his boxers, the obvious tent making her stifle a laugh. He caught it though, of course, and rolled his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Laugh it up, babe. Laugh at my misery.” He commented, to which she only shook her head.

“Patience is a virtue, Mathew.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Well, he had a point there.

So rather than talk, she decided she’d put her mouth to good use. She pulled down his boxers at a painstakingly slow rate, watching as his cock slapped up against his stomach. Her mouth watered at the sight, the tip red and weeping, begging to be attended to. He kicked off the boxers, paying no mind to how they slipped onto the floor, forgotten. She didn’t either, as she was sure he had to have some extra in one of his gazillion bags sitting in her entry way.

Her nails scratched down his stomach, angry red lines puffing up and decorating around the expanse of his skin. They were accompanied by freckles and marks and scars that she could have mapped together with her eyes closed. She knew Mathew like the back of her hand. And with that, came knowing how to make him come undone in her hands.

She started leaving small kisses at the base of his shaft, before swiping the bead of precum from his head down to the rest of him. She pumped her hand a few times, and Mathew let out a strangled moan. She thought he couldn’t get any louder, feeling bad for her neighbors at whatever hour in the night it was, but she was quickly proven wrong.

She licked a long stripe from the bottom to his tip, before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. She bobbed her head a few times, jacking off whatever she couldn’t fit with her hands. She hollowed her cheeks, and the rise and fall of Mathew’s chest quickened. The sound he let out was animalistic, and it sent another wave of arousal through her body. She moaned involuntarily, and the feeling caused Mathew to buck his hips.

“You’re doing so good, baby. ‘M not gonna last with you going at me- shit- like that.”

He brought a large hand down to the side of her face, lightly stroking her cheek. It was a moment of wholesomeness that reminded them what they were now, what he had said.

Mat could tell she was tired, her pace decreasing. The look in her eyes never changed, though. And as he went to speak to tell her it was okay, and she didn’t have to (and because since it had been so long, he was scared he’d bust his load if she wasn’t careful), she pulled off.

A string of saliva followed, and the sight looked like a thumbnail of a shitty porno. Her eyes were droopy and glazed over, and Mat’s hypothesis was proven correct.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t have to finish. Let me take care of you.” He repeated his sentiment from earlier. She only shook her head, continuing to jack him off with her hand. Oh. He thought. That’s not what I was expecting.

“S’okay, Matty. Wanna make you feel good.”

She ran her thumb over his tip again, her glassy and swollen bottom lip hanging ajar as she concentrated. The moans he was letting slip free could only be described as pathetic, the 190 pound hockey player putty in her hands.

“I’m gonna cum if you don’t, God, baby, shit! I-If you don’t stop.”

And then she pulled her hand off, and he let out a quick breath at the momentary relief, if that was even the right word. But it was short lived, and she managed to hoist herself up, dragging her folds along his cock, before stabilizing herself with hands on his chest. He slid inside of her, and the sounds they both let out echoed off her walls.

She started moving, and then it was “You’re fuckin’ amazing, you know that? So fuckin’ amazing. My girl, my perfect girl.” He rambled, the events of just that day alone scrambling his mind trying to keep up. Similarly to how she felt earlier, everything was just too much for the poor man. She felt like Heaven around him, and he watched in awe from below her as she moved, enamored by the woman he loves.

As she became more and more tired, her movement slowed, reduced to her grinding herself down on his cock. Mat was barely hanging on, trying to make it last as long as possible. He could tell she was close too, as she squeezed him like a vice, and put her energy into picking up her pace.

“Fuck, Matty. Feels s’good. Love you- shit! I love you so much, baby.” She told him, her eyes closed and her face screwed up as she chased her high. But something snapped in Mathew at her confession, and with a quick “fuck” under his breath, he flipped the two of them without ever leaving her.

He was relentless.

He slammed in and out, and at the sudden change in position and pace, she was blindsided. She thrashed around him, her hands everywhere at once. Her hair, his hair, grasping at his shoulders, scratching down his back. She settled for his biceps, as his hands were planted. One on the right side of her head, the other gripping her hip bone so hard, she was sure it’d bruise.

“It’s only ever been you, baby. I promise you.”

“Shit, Mat!” She cried, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She loosely draped her legs around his middle, allowing him to reach new depths within her. He was fucking her senseless, and they fucking loved it.

“It’ll only ever be you. I love you. Fuck, I love you so much, Y/n.” His hair hung in his eyes as he fought to keep them open. He shook it out of his eyes, wanting to see her as she came in all her glory.

“Love you, Mat. So much, baby. You have no idea.”

His pelvis snapped harder against her, just barely reaching up and grazing her clit in the most exquisite way. The rope in her stomach began to tighten for the third time that night, so close to breaking she could almost taste it.

Actually, she could taste it, she realized. She had been biting down so hard on her bottom lip she could taste the metallic tang on her tongue, and fuck, it was all the more delectable.

“Mat!” It was another exclamation, followed by more babbles. “‘S too much, Matty, can’t do it.” Her voice was small, and despite the nature of the statement, Mat felt his heart flutter.

He shook his head. “Yes, you can, baby. I know you’re tired, but you can do it, Y/n. You’ve got another one in you sweetheart, pull through for me. I’ve got you.”

And never one to disappoint, especially not her Mathew, she did.

She came, and she came hard. But it wasn’t dramatic the way you’d think it’d be, at least not outwardly. Her breathing stopped, her toes curled, and her nails dug into the skin on Barzy’s arms. It wasn’t accompanied by a loud scream, or a drawn out, high pitched moan. It was a breath of relief that left her when she came, her head falling to the side and her eyes closing. A quiet moan of Mat’s name, and she was clamping down on him.

The sweet way his name fell off her tongue, mixed with how she was so damn tight around him as she came, and he was done for. It triggered his own orgasm, and he felt the same feeling of peace wash over him that she had as he spilled into her. He fucked her through it, soft thrusts calming whatever aftershocks they both were experiencing. She had gone limp under him, her eyes opening as she gave him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.

He stayed in her, lowering himself onto his side, then maneuvering them so she was laying on him. They were a cliché and they knew it, but they couldn’t seem to care. A few moments passed in comfortable silence, before it was broken by Mathew’s scratchy post-sex voice. Swoon.

“So,” he started. She raised a brow, wondering where he was going with this.

“You looooove me, too, then?” He mimicked her tone from earlier, and they broke out in a fit of laughter as she slapped his arm and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I guess you’re alright.” She feigned annoyance, propping herself up on her right arm as she faced the man she loved. Mat scoffed, blowing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Just alright? You’re crazy, lady.”

“But you love me.”

Not a beat passed before “I do.”

She smiled softly, lifting up a hand to run a finger along his jaw. He caught it with his own, never breaking eye contact as he kissed her palm. Again, swoon.

“I know.” She responded, wanting to stay in that moment forever. But, she knew that if she stayed where she was too long, she’d more than likely fall asleep in record time. So, she pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, which he turned to catch before she could go, pulling her back for a “real” kiss at his protest.

A petulant child, that’s what he is.

She pressed one more to his lips for good measure, before pulling himself off of him. They both let out disgruntled sounds at the sudden losses, and it took all her energy to sit up on the edge of her bed. She felt a strong jaw on her shoulder, and she leaned into it.

“Where you goin’? Leaving me all alone isn’t very nice.” She could hear the frown in his voice, and even though she knew he was joking, it tugged on her heartstrings that little bit.

“Gotta pee.” She said, standing up and walking towards the connecting bathroom. “Sorry baby, no UTIs for me.”

The frown stayed cemented on his face.

“You should be grateful,” she threw over her shoulder, shutting the door. “No UTIs, more fucking, yeah?”

He chuckled at her bluntness, deciding to go and get her some water and maybe a snack. Shit, he didn’t know. What was he supposed to do? Usually when they fucked before, her or Mat would be out the door as soon as possible, still trying to ward off those pesky feelings. But now, he was allowed to feel said pesky feelings, and he’d be damned if he fucked it up.

So, snack. And water? Yeah, water, for sure. He was hungry and thirsty, why wouldn’t she be. He had no idea the way around her kitchen, nor how to, er, actually make anything, so this would be rough. But, first, a pit stop.

He would have walked butt-ass naked into her kitchen, really, but then he remembered Warrior was out there and he didn’t have a need to traumatize that dog any further than he already was.

(It was one time, okay? He didn’t know she had a dog, he’d been asleep on his bed by the TV when they’d gotten to her place. And at the time, Mat was too preoccupied to notice.)

He looked around on the floor for the offending clothing item, slightly grossed out when he did finally find them. It was only for a minute, tops, is what he told himself, as he pulled on the boxers from earlier in the night.

He tiptoed, for literally no apparent reason, through the dark apartment until he found the bag he was looking for. He grabbed what he needed from it, struggling with the zipper while trying to close it, before giving up. On his way back to her room, he gave Warrior a nod and smile, and he swore the mutt gave one back. Okay, actually, on second thought, he remembered the clock on her microwave saying it was 3:18 AM, so, maybe he didn’t.

It was late and he just had the best sex of his life with the woman he loves. Give him a break. So what if he’s delusional and thinks he can communicate with dogs? At least he’s pretty.

When he gets to her room, he pulls on the newer, clean, pair of boxers, setting the other pair he grabbed from his bag on the bed for her when she got out of the bathroom, along with an Islanders shirt that he’d secretly always wanted to see her in. Too soon? Maybe. But after so long yearning for everything domestic and wholesome and good that he was convinced he didn’t deserve with her, he was indulging a little bit. So sue him.

His next stop, snacks. And water, can’t forget the water.

The water was easy enough, he got lucky. He grabbed her “emotional support cup” as she’d called it before when she thought he wasn’t listening, and went over to the fridge. He got a few ice cubes and put them in, and then went over to her Brita. He stood there, pressing down on the little lever, watching the steady stream of water into the cup. It was almost laughable, how he stood there in the dead silence, concentrating so hard. He was determined not to somehow do something wrong, even though it was just pouring a cup of water. Cute.

He checked the pantry once the cup was full, with the lid safely screwed on top. The rustling about caught the attention of Warrior, who hopped down from where he’d been on the couch, moseying on over.

Mat, who still was slightly wary of Warrior, despite the fact the dog would cause him no harm, shook his head at the mutt.

“Sorry, buddy. I don’t have anything for you.”

He turned his head and gave him puppy dog eyes, pulling out all the stops. Mat sighed, looking back to the pantry. He saw a box of Milkbones, and looked back to Warrior, who was egging him on. (They’re telepathically connected, remember?)

He reached in the box, pulling one out, and tossing it down. Warrior gratefully accepted, taking his treat and waltzing off to his bed to chow down. Mat looked in the pantry, going to close the box, when he sees it, his saving grace.

White bread, hallelujah.

He can do toast. Mathew Barzal is a totally capable 25 year old man who can make toast. So, he takes the bag, going over to the toaster. And-

One look at all those fancy buttons, and he’s tapped out.

Okay, it’s okay, he can remember seeing a vending machine on his way into her apartment. Yeah, he remembers her telling him about having to sign off on some HOA form for it, even though she was just renting. Apparently, her landlord hadn’t signed, which made it her job. Whatever, that’s irrelevant.

He figured that there wouldn’t be anybody out in her hallway at 3:23 AM, so he grabbed his coat with his wallet, shrugging it on over his bare back. His slides were somewhere in his hockey bag and the last thing he wanted to do was stink up her whole place by opening that Pandora’s box. So, barefoot it is.

He does his best to sneak out the apartment, leaving the door ajar as he makes the short walk to the vending machine, grateful his search was over. He let out a long sigh as he stood, wondering what to get her.

For himself he decided on a bag of cool ranch Doritos, and a bag of those tiny cookies. For her, he racked every corner of his brain for potential options, before realizing how long he’s taking, and how long he’d been gone. So, not wanting to waste any more time, he elected for one of everything.

He punched in the numbers and paid, attempting to grab them from the machine. Trying to pick up the few that had fallen, he leaned down. His attention was called elsewhere by the ”click!” of a door a few units down. His head snapped to the source of the sound.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” He muttered under his breath upon what he saw.

A man probably not much older than himself, suitcase and backpack in tow, donned in, you guessed it, a New York Islanders hoodie a lá number 13.

The man had yet to notice the star player down the hall from him, and Mat was considering just making a run for Y/n’s place. But either way, he would have to go past the man, or the man would have to go past Mat to get to the elevator. Maybe he’d take the stairs? He hoped. Shit, who was he kidding, he’s not taking the stairs.

Starting his walk over, the unnamed Islanders fan lifted his head, stopping in his tracks. His jaw dropped, and if it wasn’t purely because of being in the presence of Mat Barzal, he had a hunch what it was.

Said hunch, was that it was due to the fact Mat Barzal was standing in front of him, in an apartment complex definitely not boujee enough for him to be living in, at 3:25 in the morning, naked, except for boxers and some fancy trench coat, holding several bags of snacks.

Mat would’ve laughed at the guys face, but he thought he wasn’t quite in the position to do so.

“Hey, man. How’s it going?” And a stupid bro nod, was all Mathew could manage.

While he was facing that debacle, Y/n was having one of her own.

After she’d gone to the bathroom, she decided to try to do her nighttime routine, too. She put on her robe from where it had been hanging in her bathroom, beginning her little routine.

When she emerged 10 minutes later, Mat was nowhere to be seen.

His bags were still by the door, albeit one of them hastily thrown open. Was he leaving and had gotten some clothes and an Uber? Did he have last minute regrets? The door to her place was left open, and an overwhelming sadness began to take over her system. As the tears began to well up, she looked over to Warrior, only to notice him chewing on… a milkbone? How the hell did he get a milkbone?

She sniffled, wiping her sleeve under her nose. She sat down on her couch, looking at where her iced coffee from earlier was still sitting, ¾ of the way empty. The tears started to flow freely again after that, and she stood up, deciding that she should at least shut the door. She didn’t need to deal with a robbery, too.

As she stood and turned, she was met with a very discombobulated and very underdressed Mat trying to shove his way through the door.

“Have a good flight, man. Enjoy Miami!” Mat called over his shoulder to what sounded like her neighbor Gian, based off of the “Thanks bro, good luck this season!” she heard back.

She slapped a hand over her mouth, trying to not bust out laughing at the sight in front of her. Hearing her snickering, he looked up gesturing to the bags in his arms.

“Hungry?” He asked, the smile on his face falling when he saw the red around her eyes. He dropped all the snacks on the couch to his right, making his way over to where she stood.

“Hey, hey, why’re you crying? What’s wrong sweetheart?” He questioned, and his sincerity made her smile widely.

“Nah, I’m all good, don’t worry about it. Just thought you’d left, that’s all…” A pause. “But I see now that you just had a case of munchies, apparently.”

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her towards his chest. His chin rested on her head, and she closed her eyes, inhaling his scent.

“No, baby. God, no, I’m not leaving. I just wanted to do this whole thing right, and I thought you might be hungry, and I tried to make toast- your toaster is really complex by the way,”

She pulled away from him as he rambled, her smile reaching her eyes.

“And I filled your water and set out clothes for you and I really did try, baby. I didn’t mean to fuck anything up, really.”

She giggled again, taking hold of the shoulders of his jacket, shrugging it off. She folded it over the back of a barstool, then turned back towards Mat.

“And Gian?”

“Oh yeah, he’s cool. Ran into him in the hallway and introduced myself. Going to visit some family in Miami.”

She raised an eyebrow, nodding her head in understanding. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his middle.

“So, am I gonna have to compete with him for your attention now whenever you come over?”

He reciprocated the action, one hand coming up to rest on her chin.

“I mean, he’s gonna be gone for two weeks, but after that…” he shrugged, trailing off. She hummed, and he smiled at her, leaning forward. He searched her eyes for any remaining upset, unable to find any, before he pressed his lips to hers. It was sweet and gentle, with not a hint of rush or fervor.

When they pulled apart, she was smiling again. Her hands found their way back to his neck.

“And baby, you’re amazing. You didn’t fuck up anything at all, I promise.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” She whispered, leaning in again to connect their lips. She let her tongue sweep over his bottom lip, biting down just barely before pulling away. She pushed down the sleeves of her robe just a bit, exposing her shoulders. Y/n took his hand, and started walking backwards, letting it slowly slip out of hers as she did.

“Come on, hotshot. Come to bed. Snacks will still be there in the morning.”

She smiled again briefly, before walking towards her room, the robe slipping down as she went. Mat stood watching her in total awe, glued in place, until he was knocked out of his trance.

“Hurry up! And lock the door, too, please!”

He had never obliged to anything quicker in his life.

(And as for the snacks, they were not still there in the morning, thanks to a certain mutt who managed to rip open all the packets on the couch. The next morning was spent at the vet, who had told them Warrior would be fine, just fat. The vet had only said this, though, after Mat had consoled a crying Y/n, who was under the impression he was going to be poisoned.

The rest of the day after that? Making up for lost time.)

FIN.

YO idk if that was good or not i kind of feel like i imagined writing the entire thing and it was a fever dream. but. anyway! if you liked it, be sure to reblog <3 thank u i love u! go eat some protein and drink some water.

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Blame It On The Mistletoe

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Note: Omg I've been gone forever I'm sorry. I felt like writing again to try and help my mood lately, hope you all enjoy this Christmas story

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It was the first Christmas break you were driving home without company, the first Christmas you were waiting alone for the three boys who had been a part of your life as long as you could remember. You pulled into the house you had grown up in and saw a familiar car in the driveway, you were hoping that was a good sign. You hopped out of your car and briskly walked to your front door trying to contain your excitement. You knocked with a smile on your face, with your luggage in hand. The door opened with a squeal from your Mom, she quickly pulled you in.

“Hey Mom,” you squeaked out in her grip.

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N,” she said kissing your cheek. You wiggled out of her grasp and made your way into your home looking around for the faces you had been waiting to see, but none.

“Hey Dad,” you smiled as he took your luggage.

“Good to have you back sweetie,” he said. You continued to walk through your house to see more faces.

“Y/N, you’re back,” you heard. You turned around to see the face of the woman who had become your second Mom.

“Hey, when are the boys coming?” you hugged Ellen.

“I have to pick them up tonight,” you turned to see Jim standing behind you, “figured you would want to come, I waited for you,” he said. This had been a tradition for as long as you could remember. Your family and the Hughes family had been glued together since you were little, you grew up with Quinn, Jack, and Luke, they had become almost like your brothers. Once everyone started going separate ways your families prioritized spending holidays together no matter how difficult it would be.

“Of course I want to go,” you exclaimed.

“How was the trip, sorry Luke couldn’t keep you company this year,” he said.

“Boring but I made it didn’t I,” you laughed. You had wished Luke had been there, he was good car company and had gotten nicer to look at over the years. You went to every single game in college sporting number 43 on your back, once he was gone you felt lost at school, he was your best friend, your college life, he made you who you were.

“Well are you ready then,” he smiled.

“Yes,” you said running to get your shoes back on. You made your way to the car you had so many road trips in, traveled to so many games in, and made so many memories in. You hopped in the front seat eager to get to the airport. You felt as if you were going to explode if you weren’t there any sooner.

Finally, you arrived and saw the three boys waiting. You leaped out of the car before it even came to a stop.

“Guys!” You exclaimed running towards the boys. The three of them pulled you into their embrace. You felt warm, and comforted, you felt at home. They released you from your grip you hugged each of them individually.

“Oh my god you’re freezing Quinn,” you said hugging him individually.

“Y/N, you are always cold you can’t talk,” he laughed. You moved to the next brother.

“You miss me Y/N?” Jack asked.

“No not really,” you teased. He shoved you laughing before you went to hug him.

“I know you did,” he smiled.

“I think she missed me more,” Luke chimed in. You let go of Jack and faced Luke. You stood kind of frozen, you hadn’t realized how much you missed him until you were with him. You missed movie nights in your dorm, you missed your daily meals, you missed studying together, but most of all you missed having him by your side.

“Hi Y/N,” he smiled. You unfroze and squeeze him tight. You slowly felt your feet leave the ground as he hugged you.

“I really missed you, Luke,” you said softly,

“I really missed you too,” he replied. He let go of you as the two of you remained looking at each other, you felt your face heating at the sight of his grin. You two snapped out of your moment and loaded the trunk.

“Shotgun!” Jack yelled hopping in the front.

“I’ll take the middle guys,” you said sliding across the backseat. The car ride was full of conversation between the men, you sat quietly observing, and you couldn’t help glancing at Luke every so often, he was already looking at you.

The three of you piled out of the backseat as you arrived at your home. The moms were waiting outside patiently, and after greeting you all rushed inside. You all had the same plan of getting unpacked before settling in. Once that was down you found yourselves at the famous dining room table, where you had shared so many meals with this family. You all took your usual seats, the Moms at one end, the Dads at the other, and the kids in the middle, you and Luke being the babies on one side, and Quinn and Jack across from you.

“I hope the basement decorations aren’t too much for you boys, we had a party last weekend, and still haven’t gotten to taking them down,” your mom smiled.

“They look lovely,” Quinn said. Jack elbowed him after using the word lovely.

“Decorations Mom?” you said.

“I had the time now that you’re at school,” she smiled. The group of you continued talking throughout the meal.

“Everyone’s all grown up,” your Dad chimed in, “Nice-looking boys Jim,”

“Aww stop it, making me blush,” Jack grinned.

“Little Luke is big Luke now, taller than all of you,” your mom smiled.

“Yeah, Jack,” he said flexing. You rolled your eyes and continued eating trying to hide the blush on your face.

“Hey little Y/N is a beautiful woman now,” Ellen chimed in. You looked up from your plate,

“Well thank you,” you smiled.

“She is isn’t she,” Quinn smiled.

“All grown up,” Jack said getting fake emotional. You rolled your eyes and then looked at Luke.

“She is.” He smiled and then looked back down at his plate. You tried to hide your blush as best you could. After that, the meal had ended.

“Honey you should go see the decorations now,” your mom smiled.

“I’ll look, I didn’t look other than ducking to avoid hitting things,” Luke laughed.

“Can you set up my spot Y/N,” Jack called from being sprawled on the couch in your living room.

“Mine too,” Quinn said lying next to him.

“Anything else your hignesses,” you rolled your eyes. They didn’t answer figuring no. The two of you went downstairs and looked around at what your Mom had done.

“It’s nice she found something to do while you’re gone,” Luke said.

“I wish I could say that about you,” you smiled as you walked toward the closet with the air mattress.

“What do you mean? You can still go to games and stuff,” he said.

“Who will I watch my movies with, movies have been lonely,” you said.

“I know I wish I could be there, but I can’t,” he frowned. You two grabbed the sheets and comforters setting up where the boys would be staying. The two of you stood there looking at your work and continuing to socialize, it felt like college again, it felt like your feelings were Luke were becoming stronger.

“Hey Y/N,” he said quietly. You turned around to face him, you two were almost chest to chest. You looked up at him.

“Yeah Luke?” you asked.

“Look, we are under the mistletoe,” he blushed. You looked up and there it was, you were surprised you weren’t caught under it earlier, it was your Mom’s favorite thing to put up every year.

“Guess we are,” you said blushing as well. You two stood there awkwardly waiting for someone to do something.

“So, Y/N there’s something I’ve been wanting to get off my chest,” he said. You could tell he was nervous. You rubbed his arm assuring he had no reason to worry.

“Go ahead Luke,” you smiled.

“You know those movie nights, and study sessions, and wearing my jersey?” he said.

“Yes, Luke,”

“Wow this is hard, I just, I don’t know how to say it,” he was nervous. You placed your hands on his shoulders rubbing them.

“Relax,” you said getting on your tiptoes before placing a kiss on his lips.

“You knew?”

“I could figure it out,” you smiled. His hands made their way to your back after tucking strands of hair out of your face. Your lips met once more. His hands moved from your back to your thighs. You jumped into his arms and wrapped your legs around him.

“Woah,” he smiled. Your hands met his curls as you two stared at each other smiling.

“Woah what,” you smirked.

“You’re good at that,” he put you down. You two found your way onto the couch Luke would be staying on. He pulled you to his shoulder, as you rubbed his chest.

“Luke, how are we gonna tell them,” you said.

“You think they didn’t see this coming,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you said playfully shoving him. He shoved back then pulled your face to his again. You locked your lips with him, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck as he ran his fingers through your hair. You were too busy at the moment you hadn’t even heard footsteps down the stairs.

“Ahem,” Jack cleared his throat, the two of you shot apart and turned to face both Quinn and Jack with his hands on his hips.

“Come on you knew this was coming,” Quinn said rolling his eyes, “Jack made me come down,” he laughed.

“Well,” Jack said.

“Oh come on Jack,” Luke said, “does it make you uncomfortable,” he said pulling you close to him again, pressing small kisses on the top of your head to truly annoy his brother.

“Okay stop,” Quinn said.

“I didn’t expect it tonight okay,” Jack said, “How did it happen,” he was still annoyed.

“Blame the mistletoe,” You smiled.

#hockey boys #hockey fan fiction #nhl fan fiction #hockey fanfiction #hockey imagine #ice hockey #nhl x reader #hockey #luke hughes #nj devils #nhl imagine #nhl players #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl fic #jack hughes #quinn hughes

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ladylooch · 8 months

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Nico waking up Lex with soft kisses morning after having sex 🥰

I had no hope of not making this 18+ LMAO. Morning sex is the besstttttttt. K, but I swear this is sweet too!

Despite the falling snow outside, a distinct warmth fills my body. It could be the weak sunlight streaming in through the curtains. It could be the heavy down comforter covering my naked skin.

But it’s not.

It’s the 6’1” NHL captain who strokes his thumb along the dimpled indents in my lower back.

The rest of his fingers trace the curve of my ass, stroking along the warm skin. I feel the bed dip as Nico moves closer, then the soft caress of his lips along my shoulder blade. As he kisses, he moves the blanket down from where it had been pulled up under my chin. I’m laying on my side with Nico on his side behind me. He works his lips as far as he can down my spine, then goes back up. A hand winds along my stomach, pulling me back into his hard everything.

“Good morning.”

“Tell me we have enough time before morning skate?” I murmur, becoming slick as he works the head of his penis through my folds once. With little effort, he nudges in. Nico's lips continue to trail along my shoulder blade as his gentle bucks begin to spread my legs wider apart. He guides my knee up, supporting it for easier access. He catches the back of my head against his chest as I moan.

“I have five minutes.”

“I should contribute then.” I reach down, taking his balls into my hand, letting my fingers explore our connection. Nico thrusts up into me as I squeeze him, pulling a content groan from his chest. He rests his nose against my shoulder as we focus together to get off. We know each other’s bodies so well, tuning into our noises and giving each other what we need to get there.

He hooks my knee in the crook of his elbow to free his fingers tips. Then he pets my clit with two soft fingers. My body awakens completely, bliss crashing into me and taking Nico too. He releases my knee after our waves subside. I close my legs, keeping him deep inside of me as he wraps me tight in his arms. I grip his forearms around me, closing my eyes and wanting to fall back to sleep with him just like this.

But hockey comes first right now.

“Wanna stay here with you.” He mumbles regretfully into the back of my neck. I whimper at the sudden emptiness as he slides out of me, rubbing along my side as he does so.

“Don’t stay late today.” I say as I turn, exposing my breasts to him. The chill from outside tightens my nipples into guiding points for his mouth. He leans down, still naked, kissing along each swell before leading to my lips.

“I’m running every light to get back to you as soon as I can.” He nips at my mouth. “Don’t leave this bed while I’m gone.” He calls from the bathroom where he goes to clean himself off. He comes back with a towel, smirking as he throws it at me before walking to the closet. “I’ll bring you back some coffee.” He says, grabbing his wallet and phone before coming to give me a goodbye kiss.

“Damnit, I love you.” Nico chuckles, then licks across my lips affectionately.

“Love you too, sweets.” He runs a hand through his hair, putting a hat on. “No leaving this bed.” He reminds me before he is off to be the face of a franchise. I smirk, knowing that same face will be buried between my thighs when he gets back.

#what my world spins around au #n. hischier blurb #NHL blurb #NHL smut #hockey writing #nhl fan fic

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spine-buster · 11 months

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Lost in the Memory | Ryan O'Reilly | Volume IV

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A/N: Soooooooo many good things! And bad things! And emotional things! Next volume, the playoffs start 😐

“Ryan and I have something to tell you.”

Early the next morning, Whitney felt cold as she woke up in her bed. After being spoiled by having Ryan’s arms around her all night, it wasn’t a welcome feeling to wake up without his body close to hers. She rubbed her eyes and they opened slowly, the light from the window causing a longer adjustment period. When she could finally see at least semi-clearly, she looked around for Ryan. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long. She found him sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to her.

She got up slowly and quietly, wiggling her way out from underneath the covers before crawling over to him. He was so deep in thought that he didn’t even turn around, didn’t even feel the bed move under her weight. When she touched him – her hand tracing a line up his back along his spine – his head finally moved to the side. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. “G’morning, Snook,” she said, her voice still sleepy.

“Morning, sweetness.”

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, lying partially. “I always do with you.”

Whitney watched as he brought his hand up to caress her arms, his fingertips trailing over the skin on her forearm as he brought it close to him and gave it a quick kiss. In return, she kissed his bare shoulder. He was quiet. And if Whitney knew anything about Ryan, she knew that when he was quiet, he was thinking. Stuck in his own head. There were two people able to get him out of his own head: his dad, and her. She knew she’d have to do that now. “What are you thinking about, Snook?” she asked.

“Last night.”

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy?”

“Yes,” he responded immediately, leaving no room for any doubt. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, sweetness. I’ve just…I’ve been up thinking about all the memories. I dreamt of them all night. Of you and me.”

“What stood out?” she asked.

“So many. Too many,” he said, leaning back slightly into her body and looking at her over his shoulder. “I never—I never led you on, did I?”

“No,” Whitney shook her head. “It just took a while to get to this moment.”

“Did you ever not feel loved by me?” he asked again.

“Never. I always knew you loved me. And I don’t just mean when we first got together, when we first kissed when I was sixteen,” she clarified. “I mean, I always knew you loved me. Always. Every time you picked me to be on your team, or gave me extra Nutella on my toast, or let me eat from your bowl when Gareth would steal my popcorn. I knew that was love too.”

Ryan stayed silent, thinking over her words. That helped with many of his insecurities, but not with the biggest one. “You need—you need to do something for me.”

“Anything, Snook.”

“If we’re going to do this, you—you have to tell me if I ever hurt you.”

Whitney’s heart hurt, hearing those words come out of him after everything that was said last night. “That’s imposs—”

“Whitney,” his voice was stern, serious. He looked deep into her eyes. “I mean it. If I ever hurt you, or—or if I ever don’t take care of you, you have to be honest with me. I made those promises to you, and you have to tell me when I break them.”

Whitney knew that deep down, all men were insecure about a multitude of things, but in the deepest part of them, there was always one thing they were the most insecure about. This was it for Ryan. He wanted to be perfect for her. He wanted to hold himself to a standard he set, that only he could attain, that would be impossible for everybody else. This was his deep insecurity because he thought he failed on it in the past. Ryan had never failed in anything, but he thought he failed in following through on his promise to Gareth, protecting her, taking care of her. He was never going to let that happen again.

She nodded. She knew it would give him piece of mind. “I promise,” she said. She moved her hand to cradle his face. “Snook, I hope you know how happy you make me.”

“I do,” he nodded. “And you make me so happy too. Happier than anyone. You deserve the world, Whit, and I’m gonna do my best to try to give it to you.”

She smiled, giving him a kiss on the lips. “You know how you can start?”

“How’s that?”

“Make love to me one more time before you leave for the week.”

Ryan smiled. He still had a while before having to get to the airport, so he knew they could get up to a lot. “That I can do,” he whispered, giving her a quick kiss.

He turned around fully to get back into bed, but instead of going at each other immediately in a flurry of lips and tongues and kisses, they took their time. Whitney lay back down and Ryan lay beside her, propping himself up on one arm before beginning to kiss her. It reminded Whitney so much of how all of this started, how he’d drive them out to Lake Huron for some privacy in case someone in town saw them and they’d put the back seats down and lay like this, ignoring the sunset that they were supposed to be watching. Ryan was just as sweet and gentle then as he was now. His core hadn’t changed. It was just one thing Whitney loved about him. Hockey and the NHL and all the success that came with it didn’t change him. He was the same kid from Varna that she grew up with, the same kid who’d give you the shirt off his back.

Come to think of it, they were in the same position in which so many of their rendezvouses happened. Ryan trying not to overpower or intimidate her with his size, Whitney trying to pull him on top of her body because she wanted him there. “Snook?”

“Hmm?”

“When are we gonna tell our families?” she asked in between kisses.

“When I get back,” he said. “I don’t want you to tell them without me here.”

“Okay.”

“We’ll drive up Friday afternoon. Maybe we’ll even spend the night in Goderich.”

Whitney nodded. “They’ll be happy for us,” she said in between kisses. She didn’t know if she was saying it to convince herself – she didn’t know why she was saying it at all, really. She knew their families would be happy. “We’ll have to Zoom Owen.”

“We will, we will,” he whispered, attaching his lips to hers again. He didn’t let up this time; Whitney was barely able to get a breath in until his tongue left her mouth. “Whit, can I taste you?”

She nodded her head quickly, a quick “Yes, yes” escaping her as Ryan kissing down her body before helping her out of her pajama bottoms.

He took a pillow and placed it under her hips. “Hey, look at me,” he whispered, looking up from between her legs. Ryan waited a few moments after they made eye contact to speak. “I love you,” he said, his tone strong and steadfast.

“I love you,” she replied, her tone equally as strong and steadfast as it could be when Ryan O’Reilly was between her thighs.

She watched as he kissed the skin of her inner thighs before placing his tongue on her pussy softly. He was going to enjoy this – she knew he was. The first time he ate her out, he was just as gentle and just as slow, mostly because she was so nervous. He held her hand through the whole thing and was down there for so long Whitney thought it was abnormal that it was taking her so long. Ryan had assured her that it was normal, and that there was no way he was coming back up without making her come.

She reached her hands down and grabbed on to his hair gently, little sighs and moans escaping her as she felt him suck on her clit expertly. He knew exactly what to do to make her feel pleasure, knew exactly what to do to make her feel like she was the luckiest girl in the world. She felt his tongue lap at her pussy, drinking her up like a thick milkshake. “You do that so good, Snook,” she sighed out, one of the only things she’d said this entire time.

Ryan looked up at her with his big blue eyes, his lips still on her pussy, his beard giving her the best beard burn possible. She thought she’d be used to it after all these years, after how many times he’d been between her thighs, but she wasn’t. It was still such a sight to behold. She could see him smile. She smiled back and giggled softly before tightening her grip on his hair.

Whitney adjusted the pillow under her hips slightly when she could feel her orgasm building. “Keep doing that, Snook,” she said. “Just like that.”

Ryan listened, because he knew what Whitney liked, but also because he knew what he was doing. He continued to lap at her, her orgasm building within her. Eventually, with an arch of her back, she cried out as her orgasm flooded over her. She squeezed Ryan’s head between her thighs inadvertently, but he didn’t move, his lips and tongue staying on her as she rode out her orgasm, getting every last drop from her. “God, Snook, every damn time,” she couldn’t help but giggle as she felt his lips leave her pussy. His lips and beard were glistening with her juices, and she bit her bottom lip at the sight. “Look at you, baby.”

Ryan pulled back and stood on his knees, and it was only then that Whitney was able to see how hard he’d become just by eating her out. He pulled his boxers down, freeing his hard cock from its confines before crawling over her. “You don’t want me to—”

“No no,” he interrupted her softly. “I need to be inside you.”

She spread her legs for him easily, and he hooked one of them over his torso before pushing into her slowly. He watched as she closed her eyes, taking all of him in. When he was fully inside her, he stopped and began moving some hair away from her face gently. “You’re so deep, Snook,” she breathed out, opening her eyes to look at him. “It feels so good.”

“When we get married, when you become my wife, I’m gonna spoil you so much,” he said, giving her a quick peck.

“You already spoil me. How could you spoil me more?”

“I’ll find ways,” he said as he began to move in and out of her slowly. “You want a bigger house?”

“No. I love this house.”

“Then I’ll get flowers delivered every week,” he said, causing her to giggle. “Or brownies. You love brownies.”

“I can make brownies every week,” she offered. “But that means extra time training with your dad.”

“Or more sex to burn off all those extra calories.”

Whitney laughed out loud, unable to believe they were actually having this conversation while he was inside her. “Tell me what else, Snook.”

“Our wedding will be perfect because you’re planning it,” he continued. “We’ll be surrounded by our family and friends. We’ll dance all night.”

“Sounds perfect. We can have it on the lake. God knows we need to see at least one sunset over Lake Huron one of these days,” she joked.

“I still won’t see it because I’ll be kissing you all night,” he said.

Whitney smiled. “Tell me more, Snook. I love this.”

He kissed her before continuing. “We’re gonna have as many kids as you want. In this house.”

The thought made Whitney’s breath hitch in her throat. That was all she ever wanted – a life and a family with Snook. Now she was getting it. “Yeah?”

“When you want, when you’re ready, you’re going to take out your IUD, and we’re gonna start a family, Whit. And when you get big and round I’m gonna go insane cause that’ll be my baby in you. Our baby. Ours.”

“You gonna fuck a baby into me, Snook?”

“Yes,” there was the slightest growl in his voice, the slightest hint of possessiveness in his voice. She knew it would get him going, that wording it the way she did would set him off. “I’ll give you as many kids as you want. I’ll give you everything. We’re gonna raise them here. They’ll go to Bluewater Beach like we did.”

Whitney almost felt like crying. They had such an idyllic, pastoral childhood, and she wanted to give that experience to her children, too. “We’ll put them all in hockey. We’ll clear space in the basement for all their smelly gear,” she said, making Ryan chuckle. “We’ll all play street hockey with the neighbours, and on weekends we’ll be in Goderich looking up at all the stars. In the winter we’ll put on our snowshoes or skates and go out on the frozen lake. We’ll read them bedtime stories and tuck them into bed together.”

Ryan nodded his head, as if in agreement, as if that’s exactly what he was thinking about and wanted too. Every single thing Whitney said, he could picture vividly in his mind. “That’s right. That’s right.”

“You and me, Snook,” she said to stop from crying.

“You and me, Whit.”

They continued to make love until Ryan felt close, increasing his pace slightly to get himself there. Whitney knew – she could feel it in him – and arched her back to get a better angle. “You close, Snook?”

“Yeah,” he struggled to get out.

“Come inside me, Snook. I want to feel you. I want you to make me feel good.”

Ryan came inside her as he always did, her walls tightening around his cock as she went through another orgasm. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, kissing her skin there until he felt his orgasm fade. Whitney wrapped her arms around his shoulders before he lowered his body, settling into her side and on the bed as he slipped out of her. “I love you, Whit.”

She was still catching her breath, but she replied easily. “I love you too, Snook.”

“I’m gonna give you everything you want. I’m gonna give you a home, kids. I’m going to spoil you. I’m going to take care of you,” he huffed out as he looked at her.

Whitney smiled, cradling his face in her hands. “I’m going to take care of you, too.”

***

Ryan had packed for the five-and-a-half day road trip to Sunrise, Tampa, and New York City. He had his suitcase by the door and had called a taxi to take him to the airport. Whitney had been preparing something for him to eat on the way, even though the team probably had snacks and food waiting for them on the plane.

“Whit! Taxi will be here in two minutes,” Ryan called out, slipping into a pair of sneakers at the front door.

Whitney emerged from the kitchen, carrying a chickpea tuna sandwich and some carrots in a bag. She watched as he finished putting his shoes on before handing him the sandwich and carrots. “Do you have everything you need?” she asked.

“Think so,” he said, putting the sandwich into his jacket pocket. “I’m gonna miss you,” he said, leaning in to kiss her quickly.

Except it was never just a quick kiss with Ryan and Whitney. One kiss turned into two turned into three turned into seven. It was only when Ryan felt the lightest of tears rolling down Whitney’s cheeks did he pull away. “Hey hey hey, what’s going on?” he asked quickly.

“I’m sorry—I don’t mean to,” she pulled away, too, wiping the tears away quickly with her fingers. “It’s just a long trip. I want you here with me is all.”

Ryan cupped her face in his big hands. “Don’t cry, sweetness. I won’t be able to go if you’re still crying. They’ll have to delay the MLSE jet.”

Whitney couldn’t help but chuckle at that, putting her hand over Ryan’s just as she saw the taxi pull up on the curb. “Go. Go baby,” she put her hands on his chest.

“Not until you—”

“I’ll be okay, Ryan. I just can’t wait for you to come home so we can tell everyone.”

“It’ll go by quick, I promise,” he said. “One more kiss, sweetness.”

She leaned into him and they kissed, except this time, Ryan really didn’t let go. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight against his body, his tongue forcing its way in her mouth. A little noise escaped her mid-kiss, and when she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her backed her up against the wall at the entrance, a knee between her thighs, pinning her there. His big, strong legs were a favourite of hers. The things she imagined doing to herself on those thighs…the things she had done to herself on those thighs. It gave her goosebumps to remember. Their open-mouth kisses were getting hot and heavy, until—

Beeeeep beeeeep!

The taxi honked its horn inconsiderately from outside. They stopped kissing immediately, looking out the front door panels. “Go. You’re going to be late. I don’t want to be responsible for holding up the MLSE jet.”

“I’ll just blame it on traffic.”

“Go!”

He gave her one last look and (truly) one last kiss before grabbing his suitcase and opening the door. She stood in the door frame and watched him walk out to the car, putting his suitcase in the trunk after waiving the driver’s offer for help, getting into the backseat. He waved at her. She waved back. Then he was gone down the street, away for five and a half days.

***

It was a beautiful spring day in southwestern Ontario. The sun was out, there were only a few clouds in the sky, and although it was still a bit chilly out, it felt like people were finally awakening from their winter hibernation, ready to hit the ground running into spring and summer. Though Whitney felt like she had new life in her ever since Ryan got to Toronto, she couldn’t help but feel an extra skip in her step at the good weather.

It was the perfect opportunity for her to take a drive.

To Seaforth.

To St. James Catholic Cemetery.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

The grass at the cemetery was still dull, not fully brought to life yet, but that didn’t matter. With a bouquet of flowers in her hand, Whitney made her way to the site she knew best, the site she could walk to with her eyes closed. As she stood at the foot of Gareth’s grave, she read the inscription as she always did when she visited.

Gareth James Napier

March 1st, 1991 – June 5th, 2013

Beloved son and friend

“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal;

Love leaves a memory no one can steal”

She kneeled, placing the flowers against the tombstone before she brought her hand to her mouth, kissed it, and touched his name engraved. “Hi Gareth,” she whispered. “It’s me again.” She paused momentarily, feeling the wind run through her hair. “I know you’ve been watching, but I want you to hear it from me. We’re finally together. Ryan and I. It’s official. We’ve loved each other for a really long time and we finally—something just clicked. I found out Ryan thought he couldn’t keep his promise to you. That’s what’s been keeping us apart for so long. That’s what was holding him back all these years. You know him. I mean, you were best friends. He always set high standards for himself but I think this was the highest. Can you…Gareth – can you help him realize that he doesn’t need to be scared? I always regret not telling you what was going on between us. I think you would have been happy after the initial shock. Maybe if we had, it wouldn’t have become a secret for ten years. I’ve always been happy with him. And now, Gareth…we’re getting married. I’m gonna become Mrs. O’Reilly. We’re going to start a family together. And that’s something I’ve wanted with him all along. I wanted you to be the first to know. Before mom and dad and everyone else. Because he was your best friend. You were my best friend too…”

Whitney paused. She tried to reign in her emotion, but there was no use. Tears began falling from her eyes, sobs coming up in her throat. That she had to speak to a headstone as opposed to her beloved brother was an injustice of the highest degree. Nobody deserved this. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. “I miss—I miss—I miss you so much. I want you here so bad. So bad, Gareth. I don’t want to do this without you. I always think to myself…why was it my brother that had to die? Why did it have to be Gareth? What did it have to be him? It could have been anyone else in the world. I know that won’t bring you back but it’s so unfair that you were taken from us so early. You still had so much to do. You still had so much joy to spread. I want—I picture you at our wedding, dancing and singing like you always did, being the life of the party. You were the brightest star in every room and I can’t deal with the fact that you’re not here for this. I’ll be thinking about you always. Our kids are going to know how amazing their Uncle Gareth was. I promise.”

She took some time to compose herself, wiping her tears away with her long sleeves. “Look over me, Gareth, like you always did. And look over Ryan too. I know you always do, but he’s going to need it. I love you Gareth. And I miss you more than words can say. I’ve had a hole in my heart ever since you left us. I love you. I love you.”

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

***

Whitney didn’t know how long she sat at Gareth’s grave for. She didn’t know how long she felt the wind blow gently through her hair. She didn’t know how far the sun and clouds moved across the sky. Everything was a blur, and time wasn’t real. She didn’t know what time it was when she got up, placed one more kiss on her hand and touched Gareth’s name, and walked back to her car. She barely even remembered getting into it, starting it, and pulling out of the parking spot to get back on to the main road. The only reason she knew where she was going was because it was like muscle memory to her. She’d done this route countless times before – the cemetery to her parents’ house, or the cemetery back into Toronto. She could have done it with her eyes closed.

She practically was.

As she drove down the country roads to get to the highway, she began thinking even more than before. Memories flooded her mind. She kept thinking about her brother. She kept thinking about how big his smile was and all the goofy faces he’d make to get her to laugh. She kept thinking of how he would “let” her play Mario Kart with him if she was “good” because she wanted to fit in with him, Ryan, Cal, and Tara. She kept thinking about the time he broke his ankle playing hockey and made her his personal slave. She kept thinking about when she went to high school and all her teachers would say, “Whitney Napier? Are you Gareth Napier’s little sister? Oh my God, your brother is such a gem!” She kept thinking about the first time she and Gareth travelled to Colorado together to watch Ryan play and Gareth was crying in the stands at seeing his best friend in the opening lineup of an NHL game.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!

Whitney swerved her car to the right on pure instinct, narrowly escaping a clip collision with an oncoming pickup truck by mere milliseconds. She screamed at the loud noise, pushing her break and skidding along the road until she came to a full stop that was so forceful her chest nearly hit the steering wheel. The dust from the sand and rocks at the side of the road came up in the air around the front of the car. Her chest was heaving up and down as she finally realized what had almost just happened.

She closed her eyes.

She couldn’t believe what she’d just done. She had become so lost in her own thoughts and memories of the past that she hadn’t been paying attention to the present. In a vehicle, no less. It was fine if it was in the privacy of her own house, alone, in bed, at night, whatever it was – but in a vehicle? She felt so stupid. So…irresponsible.

She burst into tears. Loud, ugly wails escaped her as she sobbed alone in her car. There was nothing she could say that hadn’t already been said, and there was nothing she could say that would make the situation better. The sadness would be with her always, the pain of not having Gareth with her, with Ryan. While they had found ultimate happiness in each other, and would feel that happiness for the rest of their lives, Gareth’s memory would always be a part of them, too. With it brought joy, sadness, jubilation, and hurt. Whitney heard once that grief was just unexpressed love. When she watched Fleabag and Fleabag said “I don’t know what to do with it. With all the love I have. I don’t know where to put it now”, she felt that more than anything. It was how she felt about Gareth.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

It was only when she stopped crying nearly an hour later, trusting herself to not get too emotional and actually make her way back home safely, did she allow herself to start her car again. As everything turned on, the radio station played a song: “Dancing in the Moonlight” by Toploader.

Gareth’s favourite song.

***

The Toronto Maple Leafs won their last three games of the season. Ryan had scored against Tampa, and had taken rookie Matthew Knies under his wing in his dressing room and on his line. The Leafs were now in playoff mode. The entire city was buzzing. Whitney drove out to Pearson Airport to pick him up. She waited with Bee and Aberdeen, who were bundled up in chunky knitwear and a Leafs hoodie over the top, as if they coordinated their outfits.

Bee hadn’t told anyone what she saw. Not even Morgan. It wasn’t her secret to tell, and she didn’t want to be that person. She wasn’t that person. She’d been a victim of horrible rumours before, and she wasn’t going to be the person telling everyone. She wasn’t even sure what she saw, in that she didn’t know what it meant. Though she could tell the kiss had a lot of feeling and history behind it, she didn’t know what that feeling was, or what that history was either. However, she did remember back to the first time they spoke, at Whitney’s first game and afterwards at Aberdeen’s surprise birthday party, where a drunken Aberdeen told Bee that she sensed that Ryan and Whitney were definitely not just friends. If Aberdeen could see it, could others see it too?

When the boys began to file through, Bee made sure to keep a sneaky eye on Whitney. She greeted Morgan and gave him a kiss and a hug, looking over his shoulder to see Ryan greeting Whitney politely and civilly. They hugged, but it was quick and nothing special. Bee heard Whitney ask Ryan if he was tired and Ryan saying yes.

“We’ll see you guys soon, yeah?” Morgan called over his shoulder at them before taking Bee’s hand in his.

“Absolutely,” Ryan nodded. “Drive safe, bud.”

Their walk to Bee’s Civic was quiet. She popped the trunk so Morgan could deposit his suitcase. After he got into the passenger seat and she started the car, Morgan looked over at her. “I think you’re going to need to order Whitney one of those wag jackets,” he said out of the blue.

Bee whipped her head to look at him. Her heart was in her throat. “Why do you say that?”

Morgan sighed, as if he was burdened with the news like a Victorian duchess. “It was an accident,” he said. “I was standing beside him as the luggage was coming out. He was looking at his phone. I…caught sight of his screen. Bunch of texts from her. I caught the word lingerie. Then the thumbnail of a photo of her in said lingerie. But I didn’t see anything, I swear.”

Bee was sure she looked like an owl for how wide her eyes were. Nope. Not happening. She was not going to deal with this in the middle of the night. Not today, Satan. Not today. She put the car in reverse. “Morgan Frederick Rielly, we are not going to gossip about our friends.”

She was also not going to tell Morgan she already ordered a jacket for Whitney.

***

Ryan and Whitney’s drive back home was mostly quiet. She could tell he was tired from being on the road, and the time that the team got in didn’t help, either. She made sure to drive as safely as possible, considering what had happened. She hadn’t told Ryan yet, and she needed to. God, there were a few things she needed to tell him about what she’d been up to while he was away. It had been a long five-and-a-half days, made especially longer by her visit to Gareth.

When they were in the privacy of the house, with everything locked and alarms set, they made their way to their bedroom. Whitney stood in front of her floor-length mirror to take off her earrings, and she watched through the reflection as Ryan came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his body and settling his face in the crook of her neck. She couldn’t help but smile at the warmth of his body. He left a trail of kisses on her skin before looking at her through the reflection. “I missed you,” he whispered.

“I missed you too, Snook.”

“What did you get up to when I was gone?”

“Looked for wedding venues.”

He smiled from ear to ear, chucking lowly and giving her skin another kiss. “That’s my girl.”

She winced slightly, but Ryan couldn’t tell, because he couldn’t see it yet. A little souvenir from her recklessness in Seaforth. “Snook…can we talk?”

“What about?”

She paused. She knew the second she told him it was going to eat him alive that he wasn’t there. She almost thought she shouldn’t tell him, but then that meant she wasn’t being honest. Plus, once he saw her little souvenir, there was no way she could lie. “You know…you know how I get when I go too far into my head sometimes,” she began.

“Of course, because I get the same way,” he said. As she continued to stay silent, and only look at him through the mirror, he caught on that this wasn’t going to be a normal conversation. “What’s wrong?”

She could barely look at him. She was so ashamed, because she was going to scare and hurt him so much. “I went to go tell Gareth,” she said, tears already welling in her eyes. “I went to go tell Gareth and I almost got into an accident.”

“You what?” Ryan asked immediately. “Whit, what do you mean? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I swerved out of the way just in time,” she said. “I went—I went to St. James to visit Gareth and tell him about us. I s-spent a lot of t-t-time there just t-t-talking to him, Snook. And as I was driving b-back home – I was s-still just outside Mitchell – I—I kept thinking about G-G-Gareth and Snook, I don’t know what came over me— b-but all of the s-sudden I hear this loud horn and I’m ab-b-bout to clip this oncoming pickup truck—”

“Oh my fucking God, Whit,” he uttered nervously, spinning her around so they didn’t have to talk through a mirror anymore. “Did you get hurt?”

She shook her head. “No, I swerved out of the way and I just…went on the side of the road and tried to calm down. I just…” she trailed off, bringing her hands up to pull down the collar of her crew neck, exposing her “souvenir”: a loudly coloured red seat belt abrasion that ran diagonally down her collarbone and chest. She quite literally heard Ryan’s breath catch in his throat at the sight. “I already went to my doctor. It looks bad but it doesn’t hurt too much. She said it should be gone in two or three weeks.”

Ryan shook his head. “Oh, Whit,” his voice quivered. He brought a hand up and lightly, with his fingertips, traced the bruising along her skin. He had to compose himself. “Oh, Whit…” his eyes glossed over, the memories of that night in his pickup truck coming back to haunt him.

“Snook, I’m okay, I swear. That’s not the issue here, anyway,” she tried to get his memory off it. “I just…I miss him so much.”

Ryan was silent as he could only consider the how and why this happened to Whitney. He was overcome with emotion at hearing what happened and seeing the abrasion, but what hurt her more was deeper. “I miss him too, Whit.”

“He would have been your best man, right?” she asked, unable to stop herself from asking, from imagining what their wedding would be like if Gareth was still with them. “God, can you just imagine what he’d be like at the wedding? At the reception? Why can’t I have my brother there, Snook? Why does he have to be gone?”

“He would have been the life of the party,” Ryan offered, unable to say much else since his own tears were falling now. “I miss him every day, Whit. I want him to be with us, too.”

She reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders, and he picked her up and brought her to the bed, sitting with her in his lap. “I want to have him be here for the happiest moment of my life,” she said.

“I know you do. We all do.”

“That’s why I was so sad. And that’s why what happened, happened. And I’m so sorry to scare you or make you worried—but I wanted to talk to him, Snook. I wanted him to be the first to know.”

“We’re going to get through this,” he assured, nodding his head. It was only natural that Whitney told Gareth first. “Before we go to our parents’, I’m gonna see Gareth too. We’ll go together.”

Whitney nodded her head, smiling slightly. “That sounds nice.”

He let out a long sigh. He tried not to think about how rough the stop had been if it left such a mark on Whitney’s skin. “You’ve gotta be careful, Whit. I mean it. I just got you. I can’t lose you.”

Whitney cupped Ryan’s face in her hands. “You always had me, Snook.”

“You know what I mean.”

She leaned forward to kiss him quickly. “I’m so happy you’re home, Snook. I can’t wait to tell everyone tomorrow.”

Ryan finally smiled again. “Me too.”

***

It was another beautiful spring day in southwestern Ontario. The sun was out, there were only a few clouds in the sky, and although it was still a bit chilly out, it felt like people were finally awakening from their winter hibernation, ready to hit the ground running into spring and summer. It was the perfect opportunity for Ryan and Whitney to take a drive.

To Seaforth.

To St. James Catholic Cemetery.

With a small bouquet of flowers in his hand, Ryan made his way to the site he knew best, the site she could walk to with his eyes closed. As he stood at the foot of Gareth’s grave, he kneeled and placed his bouquet delicately next to hers, still there from days previous. He brought his hand to his lips and kissed it before placing it over Gareth’s engraved name on the headstone.

“I love your sister, Gareth,” he began. “I always have. And the funny thing is, I think you know that. I think you knew that when you were still here with us. You never said anything, you never gave me funny looks—I don’t know, maybe I’m imagining it all or looking at it with rose coloured glasses because you’ve been gone for so long, but deep down inside me, I think you knew. When you—when you were in your casket, the last time I spoke to you before they closed the coffin and I was one of your pallbearers, I told you I was going to take care of Whitney. I want to think that I have. She wants me to know I have, even though I made some pretty dumb mistakes along the way. You—you gotta know that—I—I—” he stuttered out, trying to keep his emotions in check. “I try my best, Gareth, because she’s my entire world. She everything to me. And I know you’re watching, so I just want you to know that I want to make everything right. No more being scared. No more waiting. I’m going to get her a ring, and we’re going to get married, and we’re going to have a family. And you’ll be part of it. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. I just hope that on that day, the day that Whitney and I get married, that you’re there too. Send us a sign, Gareth. Send us a sign.”

***

James and Alice Napier invited Bonnie and Brian O’Reilly over anyway, so Ryan and Whitney didn’t even have to make two trips. Because of course James and Alice would invite Brian and Bonnie over. Hell, Brian and Bonnie were probably already there. Alice was making frozen margaritas and Bonnie was laughing and saying something about it still being too cold for frozen margaritas when Ryan and Whitney walked through the door. James was setting the table and Brian was cooking something on the stove. They even mentioned Tara coming over for dessert (Alice had gotten a chocolate and peanut butter tart). Ryan and Whitney gave each other a look from across the kitchen at one point, taking it all in.

Over dinner, they discussed the playoffs first. Ryan was excited to get going with the Leafs, and everybody spoke about his work ethic and how he could help them. Bonnie reminisced about when he’d skate every waking moment of the day he wasn’t in school at the Seaforth Community Centre with Cal, Owen, and Gareth, with Tara and Whitney in the stands. James reminisced about driving the kids into Toronto on weeknights to watch Ryan’s GTHL games when he played for the Toronto Jr. Canadiens before getting drafted to the OHL. Alice would prepare sandwiches as dinner for the road and they’d show up at the arena right on time. Ryan would always wave to them when he got out onto the ice. When the game was done, they’d wait for him to get out so they could give him long, warm hugs before piling back into the car and driving home. Gareth and Whitney would be passed out in the back seat by the time they arrived home.

“There’s something Ryan and I have to talk to you guys about,” Whitney finally said as she played around with the last of the potatoes on her plate. She looked up, and suddenly, all eyes were on her, before they moved to Ryan, then back to her.

Alice, James, Bonnie, and Brian genuinely looked taken aback. “Is—is everything okay, honey?” her mom asked.

“It’s fine,” she assured Alice.

“Ryan?” Brian asked his son.

Ryan look one last look at Whitney, smiling slightly, before addressing everyone. “Everything’s okay, dad,” he said gently. “It’s just that…since I got to Toronto, Whitney and I have been doing a lot of talking. And we’ve been doing a lot of talking about…well, us.”

“Okay…” James looked at his daughter, then back at Ryan. “Us?”

“Us,” Ryan said definitively, nodding his head. “I…Whitney and I have loved each other for a very long time. There were a few things that got in the way of us being together that were mainly on me. I hold myself to a very high standard – you all know that – and this was no different. I wanted to be able to provide for her, to take care of her, and for years I felt like I couldn’t do that properly after what had happened in 2015,” he explained.

“Oh Ryan…” Bonnie cooed.

“How long is a very long time, dear?” Alice asked her daughter.

Ryan and Whitney agreed in the drive over that they had to be upfront and 100% honest about everything – every question their parents would ask. “The first time Ryan and I kissed I was sixteen. But I’d had feelings for him before that, too. And since then.”

“Wait – so you’re admitting to us that things have been…happening…since then?” Brian asked.

“Yes,” Whitney answered.

“Through Calum and Aaron?” James asked.

“Yes.”

“Through Justine and Kayla?” Bonnie asked.

“Yes,” Ryan nodded.

“We’ve loved each other for a very, very long time,” Whitney reiterated, her heart beating in her chest as the moment came. “Ryan and I have had a long talk and we don’t want to waste any more time. Mom, dad, Bonnie, Brian – Ryan and I are going to get married this summer.”

There was a pause of silence. “Married?” James asked Whitney.

“Married,” she was firm.

“Married?” James asked Ryan.

“Married,” he was firm.

The four parents shrieked out loud. Whitney couldn’t help but laugh at their reactions – same with Ryan. Alice even stood up from her seat and rushed over to Whitney, engulfing her in a hug. “Oh my God oh my God oh my God!” Alice was overwhelmed with emotion as she hugged her daughter. “I’m so so so happy! I can’t believe it!”

“This is a lot of information to get all at once!” Bonnie joked, a huge smile on her face as she got up from her chair, too. “You’re getting married! You’re getting married!” she yelled as she hugged her son.

“This is the best news, kids,” Brian couldn’t hold back his emotion as he hugged them both. “Oh goodness, this is – this is just magical.”

Ryan and Whitney could breathe a sigh of relief. Truthfully, they thought there would be a lot more questions. Perhaps even some “You cheated on people?” questions or more questions about how long and how far this had already gone. But apparently not. Maybe they always knew? Maybe this was something their parents had been waiting for and they were just too nice to say it out loud. Maybe their parents had seen it all those years ago and were just waiting for the news.

In any case, the night turned into a celebration. Brian rushed out to get some champagne. When he came back, Tara, her husband, and their four kids were walking through the door with him. When Tara asked what necessitated champagne, Ryan and Whitney told her the news. She shrieked too. They FaceTimed with Owen and his wife Bernadette, and then with Cal and Terra, and then with Shannon.

There was an almost overwhelming amount of joy.

Before they left, Alice brought Ryan and Whitney up to hers and James’s bedroom. She dug into the back of her closet and retrieved an old cookie tin, opening it in front of them. “I would have given this to your earlier if I had known,” she said, rummaging through the contents inside.

“What is it, mom?” Whitney asked.

“Ah!” she said, finding the small pouch she was looking for. “This was your great grandmother’s – from Scotland, when she got married in the 1920s,” she said, handling the pouch delicately as she took out a plain gold band.

Whitney had never seen it before in her life. Her jaw dropped as her mom held it up between her fingers. “Oh my God, mom,” she gasped.

“She gave it to me when we met her in North Berwick on our family trip. She thought you were just so darling when she saw you, so beautiful and so kind and the best type of Gray woman, and she wanted you to have it, my baby.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Mhmm,” Alice nodded her head. “It’s too big for your dainty fingers,” she half-joked, “but what I was thinking is, you can melt it down into something that fits, and any extra can be used for the prongs—”

“Or it could be put into my ring too,” Ryan said lightly. “Whit’s not just becoming an O’Reilly. I’m becoming a member of your family too.”

Whitney and Alice smiled at the thought. “You two can do with it what you see fit,” she said, placing it back in its pouch. As she handed it to Whitney, Alice smiled. “One day, maybe you’ll be able to give it to your daughter too.”

In that moment it was Whitney’s only hope.

***

When Whitney and Ryan stepped foot into their house in Goderich, they were still on a sort of high from the events of hours prior. They weren’t jumping off the walls, but they were buzzing. It was getting later in the day, but they didn’t feel tired at all. They couldn’t stop smiling. They couldn’t sit or stand still.

“That went surprisingly well,” Whitney couldn’t help but giggle out slightly, looking at Ryan.

“You think?” he joked. “My mom was already talking about taking all my old clothes out of storage and washing them.”

Whitney smiled, thinking back to all the clothes her mom kept too. Now the clothes would definitely be retro and very 90s, but she was sure there were some nice vintage sweaters in those boxes – specifically old Leafs sweaters or anything knit that grandparents made. “It would be cool to see, though. I had this one sweater with Belle on it from Beauty and the Beast that I loved. I wonder if she still has it or if I wore it out from wearing it so much.”

“Oh my God, you were obsessed with that movie,” Ryan smiled. “I remember having to put it in the VCR for you all the time. You used to sing along with all the songs but with the wrong words.”

“Well thank God I got better at singing, hmm?” she asked.

“Oh yeah. I love listening to you sing over Taylor Swift in the car.”

“Hey!” she snapped playfully. “I’m good! I’m on tune! And I know all the words!”

Ryan was smiling with his eyes. She knew he loved her singing, even if he screamed over it in jest when she did. This was the man who learned Taylor Swift songs for her on his guitar just because she wanted him to. “Go get comfy on the couch. I’ll be there in a sec.”

Whitney just assumed that Ryan would go to the washroom or something. But when he came back into the family room carrying one of his guitars he took off the wall in their bedroom, Whitney found herself smiling from ear to ear. “Ryyyy,” she cooed.

He sunk into the couch, sitting upright with his legs outstretched. “Come sit like you always do,” he began to say, but before he even finished the sentence, Whitney was moving to sit where she always would when he played guitar like this, their legs entwined. Far enough to watch him strum, close enough to lean in for a kiss. The perfect position. “What do you want me to play?”

“Whatever you want.”

“You don’t have a request?” he played a few quiet precautionary strums.

Whitney shook her head. “You haven’t played in so long because of your finger. I’ll enjoy anything.”

Ryan thought for a few moments, strumming absent-mindedly before leaving the sound of the strings to fade out. Then he began to play some familiar chords – it took a few moments for Whitney to realize what song it was, but when she did, she couldn’t help but smile.

Oh darlin’ I feel your pain

And the summer rain in your eyes

Trying so hard to put the blue

Back into your sky

It was “The Plan” by Matt Mays and El Torpedo – one of the bands that they’d listen to whenever driving the country roads, especially those on the way to the beach. And he’d chosen the song he’d sing to her when they’d call each other and she would cry over the phone about missing him while he was in Colorado.

Oh darlin’ I’ve been dreamin’ of you

Have you been praying for me?

As I cast my mind and soul to the sea

I’ve got a plan that’ll get you through

Whitney hummed along as Ryan sang to her, shivers running up her spine as they locked eyes and he sang “Cause for me it all comes down to you” to her. Her hand squeezed his calf gently, her eyes welling with tears slightly at the tender moment. He’d sung to her numerous times before – over FaceTime, at campfires, when they were the only ones left standing at 4am after his Stanley Cup party – but this was extra special. Snook was hers now, and she got to look forward to this for the rest of her life.

When Ryan finished singing, he noticed the welling in her eyes. Before he could mention it, Whitney spoke first. “Do you think it was always meant to be us, Snook?”

“Yes,” he nodded automatically. “It’s always been you, beautiful.”

“I love you so damn much. And after this past week, there’s just been so much more. Sometimes I don’t know what to do with it all.”

Ryan leaned forward, placing a kiss on her lips. “Soon, you’ll be able to put it into our marriage,” he said, causing her to smile. “We’ve love each other since we were kids and we still have so much love to give. Isn’t that amazing?”

Whitney nodded. “The most amazing thing.”

He leaned forward and kissed her one more time. “Can I keep singing to you?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

***

Ryan and Whitney made it back into Toronto on Saturday morning just in time to make their 11:30 brunch reservations at United Bakers Dairy Restaurant in North York with Morgan and Bee. Whitney had probably become closest with her in her short time of knowing the other partners – they got along well and had the same opinions on so many things. And while Whitney was also close to Aberdeen and Aryne, she and Bee were only days apart – Whitney felt a special connection with her for some reason. She had an inkling that they would be lifelong friends.

Morgan and Bee waved them down from the booth the moment they saw Ryan and Whitney waiting at the front. After making their way through their restaurant and greeting each other with hugs, they sat in the booth together. Coffee was poured. Orders were taken. Bagels were chosen. Whitney was excited for her lox and cream cheese platter.

“This is for you,” Bee said as she handed an envelope towards Whitney. “It’s an invitation for our wedding this summer. We’re really hoping you’ll be able to attend.”

Whitney opened it immediately. It would probably give her some inspiration for her own. “Oh my goodness! Of course we’ll come,” she said, showing it to Ryan too. “Look how pretty. Oooooh, it’s at the King Eddie? How divine.”

“I know, right? We were so lucky we booked early. Now it’s fully booked something like 18 months in advance.”

Ryan smiled, turning his head to look at Whitney. “Fully booked for 18 months? Looks like we can’t have our wedding there, then.”

Everything stopped. Whitney was grinning at Ryan like the Cheshire cat. She looked towards Morgan and Bee and saw them giving confused, dead stares. “Um, excuse me?” Morgan asked.

“Wait, what?” Bee added.

Whitney smiled at her. “We’ve been hiding something from everybody,” she said. “Snook and I are getting married.”

Bee shrieked, her hands coming up to cover her dropped jaw. A few people from surrounding booths eyed them, but only momentarily. Morgan didn’t even bother covering his jaw drop. “Come again?!” he demanded.

Ryan and Whitney couldn’t help but giggle. “It’s a long story, but, well…Whitney and I have loved each other since we were kids, and about a week ago, we decided to stop being stupid about it all and just get married, which, deep down, is what we’ve both wanted all along.”

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeep!” Bee shrieked, clapping excitedly at the news. “Married! You’re getting married! God, you’re both lucky that we’re having brunch because I’m going to need to know the whole story and all its details!” she exclaimed to everyone’s laughter. “And your ring! Where’s your ring!”

“That’s for this afternoon,” Ryan chimed in. “I’ve already called my guy.”

Morgan nudged Bee slightly. “You should give Whitney her gift. It all works out.”

Whitney’s brows furrowed. “Gift? What gift?”

Bee reached for something beneath the table. “Listen, I didn’t want to overstep my boundary or anything, but I knew that I had to include you in this or else I’d live to regret it,” she began. Bee wasn’t going to tell Whitney about Aberdeen having a feeling from the very beginning that they were more than friends, or how she saw her and Ryan kiss against their car that one night after the game. “It would have felt wrong not to give you one since you’ve joined us, and especially since we’ve gotten so close.”

Bee handed over a folded up jacket from across the table. Whitney immediately knew what it was. “My very first jacket,” she smiled, noticing the ribbing, the vintage font, and of course the 90 on the sleeve. She unfolded it, getting a good look at it before looking over at Ryan. “My first one.”

“Get used to it. You’re going to be wearing it for a while starting Tuesday.”

***

Ryan and Whitney went to the jeweler but Ryan didn’t let Whitney see the diamond. “I want at least something to be a surprise,” he said, and Whitney was anxious but acquiesced. They chose their wedding bands to be prepared for the summer. Her finger was measured and her great-grandmother’s ring given to the jeweler to melt down and craft the engagement ring. “This will be rushed, Mr. O’Reilly, for you only. But the craftsmanship – I guarantee you that I will be taking of it, and it will not suffer. Everything else will be put on hold to get this done for Wednesday.”

When they got back home, there was no reason to wait. They climbed up to their bedroom and began kissing each other fervently, the wait of the day just acting as a slight form of torture. With the playoffs beginning on Tuesday, Whitney knew Ryan would be mentally preparing. And she, for her part, had to plan a wedding that would happen in only a few months. This would, at least, be a little moment to themselves before things became hectic.

Ryan dragged his hands all over her body but paid particular attention to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them through the fabric of her top. He imagined that in a few short months, he would be doing this exact same thing except Whitney would be in her wedding dress. And if they had their way, just a few short months after that, her belly would start to swell because they’d be having a baby. His brain rushed through the possibilities of what their family would look like. “Take this off,” he huffed.

He helped her pull it over her head, discarding it absent-mindedly somewhere on the floor. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his torso, barely stopping her kissing. When she felt herself being dropped onto the bed, she began tugging on his shirt, too. “Off. Off.”

It came off within seconds. Her favourite part of Ryan (that was a lie – all of Ryan was her favourite part of him) was on full display for her. Ryan stopped momentarily to see the red streak that still appeared on her skin from the seatbelt. Whitney was wise enough to wear high-cut tops in front of their parents and Morgan and Bee so no questions were asked and no emotions ran high. But when he saw it again, he couldn’t help the aching feeling in his heart. He dipped his head down and began leaving light kisses along it, as if they would cure her, as if with every kiss, a patch of redness would disappear. “It’ll be gone soon, Snook…” she could only breath out.

“I know. It just hurts to see,” he whispered. “Do you remember your promise to me?”

She nodded her head. “Do you remember your promise to me?”

He nodded too. “Of course.”

She kissed him. “In a couple months, you’ll be doing this to me in my wedding dress,” she said.

Ryan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Funny you say that, because I was just thinking the same thing.”

“And then after that,” she continued, giving him another kiss, “we’ll be going at it even more than we do now, because you’re gonna fuck a baby into me.” She got so turned on by the grunt he let out at the words as she kissed him again, her kisses becoming more frantic. “Isn’t that right, Snook?”

“Fuck yes,” he barely let out.

“I can’t wait to feel my body swell with your baby. You’re going to fill me full of your hot cum over and over. We’re gonna have a big family like we both had. Will you be excited to fill my pussy? To see me pregnant with your babies?”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” his own voice was frantic now, the thought of what she was saying turning him on. She cupped his crotch and could feel his growing member being restrained in his pants. She fiddled with his belt, trying to set him free. He pulled off her leggings easily, and helped her snake the belt around the loops before throwing it on the floor and undoing the zipper himself.

“I want you to fuck me, Ry,” she breathed out, switching his nickname, grabbing onto his biceps and sinking her nails into them. “I need it.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?” he asked. She gulped as she nodded her head. She felt him push her body and flip it over in an instant. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

Whitney did as she was told. Easily. She got on her hands and knees for Ryan, looking behind her to see him practically tearing off his pants. She arched her back to give him a better view. “You like what you see?”

“Fuckin’ right,” he growled.

She looked over her shoulder, tossing her hair dramatically for effect. “Just for you, Ry,” she winked. “This is aaalllll for you.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the tone of voice she was using, and the thing she did with her hair that she knew would drive him wild. “You know just what to say and do to get me aaalllll riled up, don’t you?” he asked, mimicking her voice and the way she said the word.

“I’ve had a little bit of practice,” she said sarcastically.

Ryan grabbed her hips, pulling her body towards his before one hand went back to stroke his cock. His other hand began playing with her pussy, teasing her lips and making her mewl. “You like me teasing your pussy like that?” he asked.

“Yes Ry,” he watched as she nodded, watching as she moved her body in sync with his strokes for maximum effect. “But I love your cock inside me more. Any way you give it to me. Because it was made for my pussy.”

He made sure to tease her entrance with his cock, gliding it up and down her pussy slowly before finally pushing it in. Whitney gasped at the feeling, letting out a moan. When he was fully inside her, he grabbed her hair and brought her up so her back was flush against his chest. He moved some hair away from her ear so he could whisper. “On Wednesday, after we get back from the jeweler, I’m going to bring you back here and fuck you while you wear nothing but that ring.”

Whitney smiled at the proposition. “Sounds perfect,” she said. “I’m looking forward to it. The first thing that signifies I’m becoming Mrs. Whitney O’Reilly.”

It was the first time either of them had said what would be her new name out loud. Whitney O’Reilly. It had a beautiful ring to it. Ryan found himself repeating it over and over in his head. Whitney O’Reilly. Whitney O’Reilly. Whitney O’Reilly. “That’s right,” he whispered again. “The perfect ring for the most perfect girl.”

“I’ll be sure to send you some pictures of me wearing it with that pretty pink set that you like,” she continued. “You know, the one with the garter belt? The thigh highs with the lace? Maybe I’ll even send ones wearing just your jersey. I know how much you enjoyed those the last time. You can look at them while you’re alone in your hotel room in Tampa and my pussy is empty and waiting for your cum to fill it up.”

Ryan let out a grunt at the thought. “Because I’m the only one that gets to come in your pussy.”

“That’s right, baby.”

“You gonna take my cock like a good girl?”

“Mhmmm,” she nodded, biting her lip in excitement.

He pushed her back down onto the bed, holding her down as her ass and hips were up, waiting for him to move. He didn’t take it slowly after their discussion; instead, he began thrusting into her so deep that he could see her grab the sheets and her knuckles get white. She didn’t take it quietly, either, screaming his name over and over between moans and sighs. “Oooooh fuck, Ry, it’s so deep—”

“—Take it, take it—”

“Harder, Ry. I want it deeper.”

Ryan grabbed hold of her hips and put as much force into it as he could without hurting her. She got louder, and he could feel her come for the first time shortly after. Her body began to flush red, the walls of her hot pussy squeezing around his cock. Her legs were so shaky she even lowered slightly, though Ryan made sure to pull her hips up quickly after. He slapped her ass, causing her to yelp in unexpected excitement. “Keep your ass up, sweetness.”

“Yes Ry,” she barely nodded. “I want more.”

He spanked her again. “Like that?”

Her knuckles got white from clutching the sheets again. “Just like that.”

He spanked her again. “I want you to count how many times I make you come. Understood?”

“Yes. I promise.”

Ryan continued to fuck her; continued to feel her orgasms rush throughout her body as they built up sweat from the pace and how long they were lasting. After God knows how long, Ryan wanted more. He grabbed a handful of Whitney’s hair and yanked her up so her back was flush against his chest again. He combed her hair off her sweaty forehead with his fingers before placing his hand at the base of her neck. “You okay, Whit?” he whispered tenderly in her ear.

She nodded. “It’s a lot, but it feels so good,” she said. “I—I can take one more.”

He felt a shiver run up his spine. Once he knew she was okay, he knew what he wanted to do, what he needed to do, to give her what she wanted. “Look at me.” She craned her neck to do so. One hand had stayed at the base of her neck, but the other came up to her face. “Open your mouth, sweetness.”

She inhaled sharply, so fucking turned on, before doing what she was told. He stuck his fingers in her mouth and her lips closed around them, her tongue swirling to get them wet. When he took them out, he still kept them close. “Spit.”

She spit on his fingers, and watched with heightened anticipation as they lowered further down until they finally fixated directly onto her clit. “Holy shit, Ry.”

“Give me one more like a good girl and then you can get my cum in your hot pussy,” Ryan said. “Okay?”

“Yes baby, yes.”

Holding her body up with one arm, rubbing her clit with his other hand, and using his body to fuck her senseless, Ryan could feel his orgasm building as Whitney got louder and louder. He watched as she closed her eyes shut, watched as she threw her head back into him, watched as her body began to shake as one hand clasped at his hand on her neck. “Ry—Ry—fill me—”

“—Come for me, sweetness—”

“—Fill me up with your cum, Ry.”

He finally exploded inside of her, her entire body trembling at the feeling of her orgasm spreading throughout her entire body as she screamed and cried out in pleasure. He had to hold her up in his arms or else she would have completely collapsed onto the bed, but he was so close to doing so himself, too. Instead, he leaned back slightly, allowing her body to lean back and almost collapse into his. Their breaths were hoarse, their bodies still trembling, his cock still inside her.

He felt around her pussy and the insides of her thighs and they were so slick, so wet. He placed a gentle kiss on her temple. “How many?” he asked.

A small, tired smile crept onto her face. She had been so thoroughly fucked she couldn’t think straight. “Lucky number seven. At least.”

“At least?”

“It gets blurry sometimes,” she tried to explain in as few words as possible. “You know what you can do to me.”

Ryan couldn’t help but smile. “You want to keep my cock in you as we lie here?”

Whitney nodded. “Don’t you dare take it out.”

***

Later that night, Whitney tried on her new jacket. It fit easily enough, and she took a mirror selfie for Bee to show her. After she took the photo, Ryan walked into the room. “Playoff ready?” he asked, looking at her through the mirror.

“You bet,” she nodded. “Are you ready?”

Ryan nodded too. “I’m ready.”

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