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The Masterminds Masterlist (Jeremy Swayman au)
Series warnings: angst, miscommunication, cheating rumors, mentions alcoholism, mentions toxic households, pregnancy, smut, alcohol consumption,
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About Lyla Blair
Series Masterlist:
First Weeks:
The Touch Of A Hand Lit The Fuse
Started With A Spark, Now We’re On Fire
This Feeling Is Deeply Profound
You’re The One
2-5 Months
Vogue Beauty Secrets
Big Boy And The Hot Tub
6-11 Months
Your Touch
1 Year
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Big Boy And The Hot Tub
Jeremy Swayman x Lyla Blair
A ‘The Masterminds’ small fic
Warnings: slightly alluded to sex, some kissing and I think that’s all (this was quickly written and slightly edited sorry)
Takes place during the 2024 offseason
“What, big boy?” Lyla cocks an eyebrow up at Jeremy as he slowly makes his way over to her.
They’re inside a hot tub, enjoying the warm water and the bubbles that surround them. Originally Jeremy was seated across from Lyla, but soon his hands come in contact with her thighs as he opens up her legs and fits his hips between them. He delicately guides her legs to wrap around his waist as he has multiple times before.
Despite the warm water pooling around their bodies, Lyla feels goosebumps unleash all over her the moment she’s touched by her boyfriend. A harsh shiver rips through her body, moving her closer to him. Her bikini clad breast press against his bare chest and her arms loop around his neck, fingers finding their way in his hair.
“I love you,” he nudges his nose against hers, crowding her space but it’s no big deal to her. If crawling under your lover’s skin was a thing, Jeremy would be doing it.
“I love you,” she says with a lovesick grin, eyes sparkling and hands cupping his face. Her nails scratch at his beard, further allowing him to relax. Lyla leans back and closes her eyes, trying not to become distracted by the butterflies roaring in her tummy.
His face goes into the crook of her neck, wiggling around to tickle her with his beard. She lets out a small shriek, body withering against his, but she doesn’t dare try to pull away. No, his warmth is the best comfort she’s ever come to know.
“Jeremy,” he laughs, full bellied, in sync with her pounding heart.
“I love your little giggle,” he kisses her irritated skin, feeling overwhelmed with pride when she melts into him. He’s the only one who can get that reaction out of her.
“You’re the only one who can make me giggle like that,” she peers into his eyes, something a lot like lust and adoration swimming in her orbs. A smug smirk flashes over his face. Of course he's the only one.
They let the water lap at them, drowning in a comfortable silence and the low tune of the music flowing through the speaker. She looks down, a single finger dotting the random moles on his arms. She knows Jeremy like the back of her hand, so she really didn’t have to look where she’s touching him. Another smile flips her lips up, so amazed and excited that she’s getting to experience the love of her life’s hometown.
Alaska is Lyla’s new favorite place on earth. Everything has been sweeter and more convincing that Jeremy is her person. She knows that she’ll be thinking of this trip for the rest of her life.
“Today was fun, baby. I enjoyed learning how to fish,” Lyla whispers and caresses his head as he nuzzles into her.
He’s nosing at the side of her face, the tip of his nose stroking her cheek to elicit another round of giggles from her. His lips ghost around her jaw and leave faint kisses on the skin.
Jeremy only hums in response. He’s too busy pawing at her exposed form. The scent of her sweet perfume still resides on the dip of her collarbone -where she spritzed it this morning- and it keeps him grounded.
“I can’t believe you grew up here. It’s so beautiful,” Lyla awes, looking over Jeremy’s shoulder at the breathtaking view.
She’s met with the smacking noises of his lips repeatedly pecking her cheek. She smiles cheekily, a red flush dusting her features.
“Oh my gosh! I cannot wait for tomorrow. Your family is so sweet, so I am very much looking forward to spending some time with them,” the girl gasps, body popping up in excitement and her eyes growing wide. Jeremy continues to hold her to him, a grin painting on his face. He absolutely loves the tiny bikini Lyla chose to wear, just for him. Her breasts bounce with her movement, pulling him under hypnosis.
She’s met with more kisses being delivered below her ear. Her heart flutters at his endless display of affection, although she isn’t sure what spurred it on. Not that she’s complaining.
“I’m,” a kiss is pressed to her chest. “So happy,” a kiss is pressed to her neck. “You’re here,” a kiss is pressed to her jaw. “With me,” Jeremy finishes his prolonged sentence with a mind tingling kiss to Lyla’s lips.
Her eyebrows rise in delight, eyes closing in utter bliss. Her body feels on fire from the inside out, and it’s not due to the temperature of the water.
Her hands glide over his shoulders, her anchor so she won’t float away. His tongue pushes into her mouth, wrapping around her own. He sets his hand on her throat, keeping her pressed to him as he consumes her.
Despite initiating the heated lip lock, Jeremy is the first to pull away with a tug of Lyla’s bottom lip gripped between his teeth. A small whimper escapes her, her hands connecting behind his neck to pull him into another kiss. Using her upper body strength, she pushes him back to the other side of the tub and straddles his lap. Her fingers grip his curls and she pulls his head back, tongue devouring his mouth.
“I love you, my beautiful girl,” he says into their kiss.
His eyes are a shade darker, but he looks so enticing- especially with the way his hair is disheveled and lips are puffy.
“I love you, big boy. Thank you for having me here. It’s really lovely,” she whispers, her eyes crinkling up with her big smile. Lyla doesn’t think she’ll ever stop smiling and she’s perfectly fine with that, because when she looks at herself in the mirror, she’ll be able to recall each beautiful memory that lies within her smile lines.
Their moment of contentment and sharing a loving gaze is interrupted by Jeremy lifting both their bodies out of the water. Lyla goes over his shoulder with a loud smack delivered to her ass. Her low moan fuels a deep hunger in the pit of her hockey player boyfriend’s stomach. A hunger that they’re about to indulge in. Lyla really loves Alaska.
a/n: Enjoy this little idea I had in my head!!
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Your Touch Brought Forth An Incandescent Glow
(or the many ways Jeremy touches Lyla)
Jeremy Swayman x Lyla Blair
A ‘The Masterminds’ fic
Warnings: smut, mentions being naked, and I think that’s all
“Oh my god! Don’t stop, J,” Lyla moans, sultry and whiny.
White, hot heat blankets Lyla’s body as Jeremy continues to thrust into her. They’re both perched on their knees, Jeremy’s chest to her back. His warm, large hands are splayed out over her breasts, squeezing the supple flesh as his hips continue to rock into her.
“You like that, baby?” He whispers hotly against the shell of her ear, a shiver wracks through her body.
“Yes,” she chants, throwing her arms behind her to loop around his neck, fusing their bodies into one. Her fingers clench the strands of his hair, using it as an anchor.
She throws her ass back, sinking further down on his cock. Their bodies move like a wave of powerful pleasure. The husky lilt of his voice, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, sets her every nerve ending alight.
“Don’t stop. Just like that baby,” her body trembles just as her walls contract around his shaft.
His hands move from Lyla’s breast, one to her throat and the other down to her pussy. He pulls her head back, hand tighter around her throat -which unleashes a whimper from her vocal cords- and takes her lips between his. The coarse hairs of his beard scratch against the soft skin of her face, and it makes her thrust her tongue down his throat- practically swallowing him whole. His finger catches onto her clit, stroking it delicately until their kisses become open mouthed and Lyla can’t hold back her panting anymore.
“You’re my good girl,” his teeth nipped at her bottom lip, drawing more moans from his girl.
“Yours. Only yours,” Lyla squeaks, orgasming around him.
Fire courses through her body, all of her thoughts become singed. She’s left in a haze, whimpering as he paints her walls.
“I love you,” he whispers into her mouth, working her through her release.
“I love you.”
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Lyla waits patiently outside of the locker room. To anyone, she’d seem relaxed, but on the inside Lyla is running around screaming. She cannot wait to see Jeremy who just had an amazing game. He’s such a natural out there and Lyla is so proud of him.
“Ly!” She hears and her head snaps up. She runs straight into his arms, cheeks heating up at the way he hoists her body up with his big, strong muscles. Memories of him pinning her arms down as he fucks into her flash through her mind. She feels like she just took a dip in the sun and she feels her wetness start to pool in her lace underwear. Don’t even get her started on the way his hands are pressed to her ass to keep her up. It reminds her of the way he spreads her open when she’s taking him from behind.
After a deep breath she wills those thoughts away. Now’s not the time.
“Hi, my big boy. You played amazing! I can’t believe I get to watch you and I get to go home with you. I love you,” Lyla rambles, eyes wide and hands glued to his cheeks as she talks with such excitement.
The girl’s enthusiasm sets off hoards of butterflies in Jeremy’s stomach. They flutter nonstop, even when she’s not around Lyla because he’s always thinking about her either way.
“I’m happy you’re here. I love you,” he sets her back on her feet, arms wrapping around her waist and bringing her into his chest. She fits perfectly there.
“Kiss me,” Lyla jumps up, body unable to stay still. Her arms loop around his neck, keeping him close. Her body tingles and a small squeal falls from her mouth when he nudges his nose against hers. It’s a tease, but Jeremy loves the way Lyla grips onto his suit jacket.
With a small smirk, he’s leaning down and taking her lips in his. His large hands press into the small of her back, making a chill roll up her spine. A breathy sigh is mingled between their mouths, the air around the couple becoming blanketed with desire. Zaps of electricity flow through Lyla’s fingertips and sear in Jeremy’s skin.
“We should head home. This jersey is begging to be on the floor,” he whispers into their kiss, eyes darkened and lidded. Lyla lets out a shuddering breath as her heart pounds in her chest.
“You think so?” She teases with her head tilted and bottom lip between her teeth.
“Hell yeah.”
Grabbing onto his hand, Lyla pulls him to his car in a silent answer.
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The pounding bass and loud cheers from the crowd reverberate against Lyla’s body. She’s perfectly nestled in Jeremy’s arms, her back pressed tightly to his warm chest. His large hands grip onto her hips, swaying his body along with hers.
Times like these are rare with both of their lives always being busy. Even though there are a ton of people around the pair, they’re in their own world.
Jeremy leans more into Lyla when he hears her softly singing the song that the band is playing. Each lyric that passes the seam of her lips takes on a new meaning and they seem to map out their lives together.
Lyla turns in his hold, face nuzzling into his chest and takes in the smell of his cologne and the way it mixes with his sweat. She loves it; it’s reminiscent of all the times he’d come back from a morning workout and kiss her awake.
His hand travels to the back of her neck, a finger caressing her skin and it makes her shiver. She reaches out to cup the back of his neck, green eyes looking up and boring into his. Lyla continues to sing except now she’s singing to the love of her life.
Her soft, serene voice a siren call to his ears. It’s alluring and all he wants to do is hear it. All he wants to do is inject the sound into his veins and feel the vibration of her voice.
“I love you,” she leans up on her tiptoes and whispers her words of affection into his mouth.
Jeremy’s lips attach to hers in a bruising passion. Everything around them seems to stop. Her entire world is pressed against her lips, something with so much power has never felt so tangible. It almost knocks Lyla off her feet.
“I love you, baby,” he smiles down at her, his thumb pressing into her dimple which makes it pop out even more.
She grabs his arm, turning back around and pulling him tight around her. There’s nothing like someone who makes you feel at home no matter where you are.
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The lavender scented bubbles lap at the couple seated in the porcelain bathtub. Jeremy has his arms perched on the edge and Lyla is sitting between his legs, confined by his muscles.
Many candles light up the room and soft jazz music fills the comfortable silence. There are times when Lyla nor Jeremy can keep quiet, but tonight calls for a calmness that can only be achieved through lingering touches and longing stares.
Jeremy’s eyes travel the expanse of Lyla’s back, taking in each freckle that paints her skin and the delicate cursive of the tattoo inked into the back of her shoulder. “Swayman,” is as perfect marking her as it is being said next to her first name. A finger comes up, gathering each freckle into their own constellation before tracing each letter of her tattoo. Goosebumps pepper her skin, making Jeremy wrap an arm around her stomach and pull her closer.
Lyla is immediately melting into his warmth. There’s nothing like it, and she’ll never deny a cuddle from her man- especially if he’s fully naked. It’s so much better.
The hockey player noses at her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of her shampoo and body wash. His large hand gently grips her throat, tilting the girl’s head back and slotting his lips between hers. Their tongues curl around each other and raspy breaths are shared.
With a sultry whine Lyla flips over, chest pressing into his, and brings his lips back down on hers. He sucks on her tongue, hands gripping onto her hips as she straddles his waist. He scoots her further up his torso, so his lips can easily wander down the hollow of her neck.
“I love you,” she hums, fingers carding through his hair.
“I love you,” he whispers, hands dipping down into the water to squeeze at her ass.
Lyla smirks at him and Jeremy reciprocates it with a cocky wink, pulling her to lay her head on his chest. The familiar beat of his heart lulls her deeper into relaxation. She very much enjoys being touched by her big boy.
a/n: So I really enjoyed writing this even though it took me like almost a month to finish😭😭 I hope y’all enjoy as well!!
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Started With A Spark, Now We’re On Fire
Jeremy Swayman x Lyla Blair
A ‘The Masterminds’ blurb
warnings: mentions being at a bar and some kissing
takes place February 2024
“Sorry about the game. I really wish we would’ve won. I wish I played better,” Jeremy shouts over the music playing in the bar.
Lyla pouts at him. She feels bad that he feels bad. Although the bruins didn’t win, she’s still really happy to spend time with him. His eyes seem sad and she doesn’t like it one bit.
“Don’t feel bad. I promise it’s fine. There will be more games that I go to and you can secure a win for me. I’m just glad to be here with you,” her hand rests on his shoulder, so she can lean up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. She presses a kiss on his cheek, patting herself on the back when the disappointment in his eyes disappears.
Jeremy has to pause for a hot minute. The burning sensation of her lips still lingering on his skin and his brain starts to short circuit. He’s never been this close to heaven.
“Trust me, there’s no one I’d rather have here with me,” he assures her, hand reaching out to grasp hers.
“Good!”
“You look so beautiful. My jersey looks good on you,” Jeremy compliments, a hand wrapping around Lyla’s waist to pull her closer to him. Her hands splay out on his chest, fingers tapping him to the beat of the song that’s playing.
The material of the jersey scratches against her skin in a way that drives her senses crazy. They’re ultra sensitive and the way his jersey smells just like him makes her think it’s one he pulled right out of his closet.
“Of course it does. I make anything look good. It just so happens that ‘Swayman’ makes me appear ethereal,” she responds, letting her hand travel up to his hair, swirling a curl around her finger. She moves it back down to caress his bearded jaw, the coarse hairs suddenly feel like silk.
Jeremy bites down on his lip, so taken with her confidence. She has no idea just how much he yearns for her. The way her eyes sparkle in the low lighting as she looks up at him; how her lips look tempting, and how her hands on him feels too right, makes him shudder in both nerves and excitement. Who knew someone can be so captivating, stronger than gravity, really?
Her eyes really do it for him. They reel him in, keeping their grip tight on him, and set his soul alight. Fuck it, he thinks. Throwing all caution to the wind, he leans down and captures her lips.
Lyla lets out a low gasp, swallowed by his mouth. She wasn’t expecting to become this intoxicated from his lips alone. She wasn’t even expecting him to kiss her, but she quickly follows his lead. His beard softly scrapes against her chin, sending chills throughout her body. There’s nothing more invigorating than the way his mouth takes charge over hers. He’s claiming her, tasting her, and Lyla has no problem with it.
Jeremy is first to pull away, eyes still closed and hands still holding onto her. Lyla grips his shirt to ground herself as her head spins. His nose nudges at the skin of her cheek, making her laugh and effectively bringing her back from his kiss induced haze.
“Lyla?” He whispers so softly, the hairs on her body stand.
“Yes?”
“Let me take you on a date tomorrow,” he requests and places his forehead on hers.
“Okay,” it’s sultry and magical, her voice whispering in his ear.
She looks up and leans in for a kiss once more. There’s no way she’ll ever get enough. She’ll always be haunted by the tender, yet fervid, pressure of his lips on hers. Haunted by the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth as if he’s been there before, but it’s a welcome ghost.
He presses a gentle hand on her throat, feeling the way her breath hitches when he sucks on her bottom lip.
“Do you kiss all the girls you ask on dates like that?” Lyla asks, pulling away to face him with red, swollen lips and wide eyes.
“There’s only you,” he silences her underlying worries.
a/n: Their first kiss! I really adore Lyla and Jeremy😭 I hope y’all enjoy!!
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Vogue Beauty Secrets With Lyla Blair & Mystery Man
(aka Jeremy Swayman)
Jeremy Swayman x Lyla Blair
A ‘The Masterminds’ Fic
Warnings: none that I can think of (let me know if I missed any)
Takes place late April 2024
“Hi, I’m Lyla Blair and this is my guide to glowy skin and the perfect date night look!” Lyla introduces herself to the camera.
Her eyes flit to everything laid out on Jeremy’s ensuite countertop, patting herself on the back for not forgetting her skincare and makeup when she was hurriedly packing a bag for the weekend. She accidentally forgot that she had to film a beauty secrets video for Vogue, so she took the opportunity to film it before her date with Jeremy.
“I have fairly good skin. I mean don’t get me wrong, I get the sparse breakout every now and then- usually during my period, but I’d say my skin is pretty clear. My first step in my skincare routine is this Vanicream cleanser,” she showcases the bottle and pumps some of the liquid in her hand.
“It’s very light and when you lather it, it gets slightly foamy. I love it because my skin can be sensitive. I think it’s important to remember to treat your face delicately, so don’t harshly rub your face when you wash it.” The girl says, demonstrating her words.
“Babe, which watch should I wear?” Jeremy’s voice can be heard in the background, making Lyla hesitantly turn toward where he walks in. Her face is covered in suds and water drips down her arms. She tries to remain stoic to the camera, but on the inside she’s freaking out a little bit. Her relationship with Jeremy isn’t public, but this could very well launch them in the public eye.
“The silver one. It pairs well with the blue,” she says, turning back around as if she never looked away.
“Next up is a light serum! I like to use something with vitamin C to brighten up my skin, and basically even out my tone.”
She pats a small amount of the serum around her eyes, a small giggle bubbles up her throat at Jeremy purposely singing obnoxiously to one of her songs.
“Next up is moisturizer and sunscreen. I love sunscreen, especially as someone who grew up in Houston, Texas. Everyone knows it’s very hot and sunny down there. For moisturizer I use the vanicream brand, because it’s not too light nor too heavy and it’s not greasy at all,” Lyla explains, continuing working the products into her skin.
“Here you go, Ly,” Jeremy places a glass of ice water next to her, a glimpse of his arm being caught on camera.
Lyla can’t contain her emotions, not when her eyes soften and cheeks grow a light shade of red. Jeremy knows that she loves to have a glass of water while getting ready. It can be getting ready for the day, an outing, or to go to sleep.
“Thank you, baby,” she says in awe, her eyes fixated on him and his dazzling smile.
“I love a good glass of cold water while getting ready. Also putting on lip balm before I start any makeup,” Lyla says to the camera, still feeling awfully giddy by her boyfriend’s sweet gesture.
It’s the little things!
“Do you guys have a small skincare routine or a long one? I’m always so curious because I’ve met many people who do simple routines since their skin is acne prone, but I’ve also met people who have a long routine with many products but it just works so well for them. I love the versatility,” she talks animatedly while going on a tangent about skincare.
“So, we’re done with our skin and now we move onto makeup. As I said in the beginning, this is my favorite look for date nights.”
“She doesn’t need any makeup whatsoever,” Jeremy inputs, coming closer to Lyla. Only the bottom half of his face (starting at his bottom lip) and down is captured by the lens.
Lyla looks up at him, cheeks continuously burning and eyelashes batting at him.
“I don’t?” She asks with a sly smile. She reaches out to his wrists and rolls up the sleeves of his button up. Butterflies flutter around her stomach at the way he looks at her.
“No, you’re perfect, baby,” he whispers, but it’s still caught by the mic of the camera.
She flashes him a toothy smile, biting on her bottom lip when he leans closer. His hand goes to her throat to tilt her head back and he slants his lips over hers. Lyla’s breath hitches and she can feel the want transferred from his saccharine kiss. When he pulls away, she has to shake off all her other thoughts and focus back on the video. A difficult task when she can still taste him on her tongue.
The camera lens only captures the sight of his hand on her throat and how his bearded jaw and lips encase hers. Little did they know that the familiar motion would spark up many comments later in the week.
“Sorry about that, guys. That was my boyfriend and we’re actually going on a date in like an hour. That means we have to do a speedy routine,” she says, trying to act unfazed even though she can still feel her lips tingling.
“The lineup for tonight's pretty small as I’m staying at my boyfriend’s house, so I don’t have all my makeup products,” Lyla explains as she gathers and organizes her makeup.
“Tonight we’re doing light concealer, a smokey, siren type of eye look, with some blush and a nude lip. It’s very simple!”
The singer shows each product she’ll be using before she starts with her eyeshadow.
“So… did y’all buy tickets for my tour? If you did, leave a comment stating what show you’re attending. I’m so excited! I think I saw that my Houston, Boston, and New York shows were sold out. Like you don’t understand how amazing that is. It makes me very happy! My music career has come a long way,” Lyla rambles, pausing her strokes on her eyelids in between each few words as the excitement takes over. There’s a noticeable shine glimmering in her eyes.
She catches a glimpse of Jeremy smiling proudly at her from the corner of her eye. It makes her blush even more than she already is.
“Okay! This is the eye look. The messier the better, especially bc J and I are going to a place with low lighting,” Lyla does a little pose, not realizing she said her little nickname for Jeremy.
As she puts on her eyeliner and mascara, she can feel Jeremy’s stare on her.
“I usually tend to start applying my mascara to the tips of my lashes just so that they stay curled,” she turns toward him, eyes playfully glaring at him before getting back to what she is doing.
The hair on her arms and the back of her neck still rise, the intensity of his stare is strong and lingering. She tries to not let her eyes slide back over to him, but she can’t help the way they move on their own accord. She also can’t help the infectious giggle that slips from her mouth when he smiles at her.
“Is it weird that I apply my winged eyeliner after mascara? I just find it easi-“ she also can’t help the way her words die on her tongue while she’s under his gaze.
“Sorry, easier,” she finishes her interrupted sentence, another giggle going past her lips.
“Baby, can I put on your blush?” Jeremy asks and Lyla immediately nods her head.
“I’m just going to let you do it and not instruct you,” she giggles and turns to face him.
Her eyes are level with his chest, so she uses his shoulders to help her stand on her tiptoes. A hand holds her blush brush while the other settles on her waist, making her feel light and on fire all at once.
“Ohhh the pressure is on. Okay! I got this. On the apples of the cheeks right?” He asks, poking one of her cheeks.
“I don’t know,” she teases, poking at his ribs.
Lyla giggles as he drags the brush along her cheeks. Her hands reach out to clutch onto his button up.
“So J decided to do my blush. Let’s see if he does a good job! I’m not a makeup artist at all, but I have learned a lot from previous concerts and shoots. I think I’m pretty decent at doing my own makeup now,” Lyla turns her head to the camera and talks, trying to distract herself from Jeremy’s attention and the way his slight touch on her skin makes her shiver.
“Okay, how does it look?” His voice is low and honeyed, it makes Lyla’s knees weak.
She walks closer to the large mirror, inspecting her boyfriend’s work. She hums and haws in a way to tease him while he waits patiently for an answer. Eyes crinkling up in a smile when Jeremy lets out a playfully, tortured laugh.
“What do you guys think? Did my boyfriend do a good job? I think he did pretty good,” she speaks to the camera, a twinkle in her eye because she’s actually impressed with how well her man did.
“Thank you, baby,” again, his hand comes up to her neck to keep her still while his lips encase hers. It’s a sucking kiss, almost too much to be filmed for many people to see, but they don’t care.
“Time for the lips,” Lyla giggles, eyes half lidded and lips red.
“Baby, what lip product should I use? Lipstick, so I don’t get glitter in your beard?” She asks, holding up different options for him to choose from.
“Ly, I don’t care if you get glitter in my beard. Really, baby,” Jeremy says, reassuring her when he catches her questioning gaze.
Lyla looks at the camera, a smile plastered all over her face and her eyes looking lovesick. Her shoulders rise and fall with the contented sigh she lets out.
“Okay! Lip gloss it is then,” she jumps in excitement and applies her lip gloss while dancing around.
“This is my date night makeup look. Now all I have to do is toss my hair around and put on an outfit and I’m set. This has been really fun, and I hope you all enjoy my beauty secrets. And I really hope to see all of you lovely people on tour. Love ya, bye!” Lyla blows kisses to the camera, smiling in genuine happiness.
“My girl is so beautiful,” Jeremy comes up behind her and encircles his arms around her neck, his chin resting on the top of her head.
“You’re so handsome. Let me get dressed and we can head out,” she presses a chaste kiss to his lips and walks over to her bag.
He slaps her ass, smirking at her when she turns around with a loud squeal. She sends him a half glare, half smile, but winks at him before she’s out of sight.
Later that week, both of their phones are blowing up with various notifications from different social media platforms. Every tweet and post is about the rumored man in Lyla’s Vogue video. Everyone is shocked to see that the newest pop sensation has a man, and one that they have no idea who it could be. But that’s the thing, many of Lyla’s fans also happen to be hockey fans who know that beard and voice anywhere.
a/n: Okay! I really enjoyed writing this one, so I hope you all love it!!
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This Feeling Is Deeply Profound
Jeremy Swayman x Lyla Blair
A ‘The Masterminds’ fic
Warnings: smut smut smut and slight alcohol consumption
Takes place February 2024
“I fear you’re better at this than I am,” Lyla breaks the comfortable silence that settled over her and Jeremy as they worked through the recipe.
It’s their third date which consists of a private cooking class, so making and eating food with a nice glass of wine. As of late, Jeremy is proving to be a better cook than herself.
“I don’t know. The sauce you made tastes really good,” he compliments which brings a small, appreciative smile to Lyla’s features.
“Well yeah. That was really easy. I’m struggling with this dough kneading,” she says through a giggle.
Her eyes squint up and her cheeks get rosy. It’s a sight Jeremy adores.
“I think I need your strong muscles for this,” she winks at him, her smirk peeking out although she tries to hide it.
She didn’t care how dumb it sounded, she wanted him surrounding her in every way possible.
Jeremy quickly stands from his chair, making his way behind her sitting form and easily slotting his fingers through hers to guide her with kneading the dough. The smell of his cologne invades her senses, and the warmth emanating from his torso ironically makes goosebumps attack her skin.
“Is this better?” He asks, voice deep and sweet.
She tilts her head back, looking up into his eyes that somehow appear shiny in the dim lighting. Lyla feels her heartbeat race and hears the blood pumping in her ears. He’s so close and it kills her to not be able to have him the way she wants to. As if he’s not close enough, he brings his chair around and sits directly behind her. His hands are still laced and helping her, but it’s hard to focus on anything when she can feel his breath of the shell of her ear.
“Yes. See, you’re better at this,” Lyla says in a whisper, too afraid her voice will betray her.
He presses a chaste kiss to her shoulder, making Lyla take a minute to calm herself. This was going to be a long night if he kept doing little things like that.
After the bread comes out of the oven, hot and smelling heavenly, Jeremy helps set their little table setup. Lyla lights the candles, pours the drinks, and Jeremy plates the food.
“This looks so yummy. I got to say we actually did a really good job!” Lyla comes up behind Jeremy, a hand softly resting in the middle of his back.
“We have to taste it first,” Jeremy teases, earning a playful scoff and eye roll.
Though his playful demeanor hides it, Jeremy is trying not to get weak at the knees from her touch. It’s proving to be a challenge.
“Here’s your seat, babe,” he pulls out Lyla’s chair and she almost does at double take at the pet name that slipped from his lips.
“Thank you, babe,” she tests the name, enjoying the way it rolls off her tongue.
They both don’t draw too much attention to the new addition, both just deciding to start eating.
“This is really good, J. We did a good job,” Lyla hums.
“Oh yeah. Told you you’re good in the kitchen.”
“No way, that’s you! You already know how to cook! Yeah, I remember the couple stories you told me about you cooking- which is how we ended up picking this for our date. You were just blessed with better skills than I was,” Lyla rambles, giggles falling between each sentence.
“Well, that means we have to spend more time together, so I can teach you those said skills,” he lowers his voice, pulling her chair closer to his.
Lyla extends her arm out, setting it over his shoulder as they continue their conversation, now facing toward each other. After many laughs and various conversations about many topics, they finally move onto dessert. The decadent chocolate cheesecake wasn’t prepared by them, but made by the cooks who actually work there.
“You have to try this,” Lyla says, eyes closed as she lets out a moan around her fork.
“I can’t have that. Not during the season,” he says, trying not to focus on the sounds coming from her mouth.
“Please. One bite. I promise it won’t do anything bad to you,” Lyla tries to convince him, but he pulls her into a kiss instead.
Jeremy places a hand on the hollow of her throat, pulling her closer to him. Lyla lets the fork clatter down to the plate, desperately holding in the moans she wants to let out. He’s in the same predicament. He can taste the chocolate when his tongue tangles with hers. Lyla’s hands go straight to his hair, gripping lightly so she wouldn’t float away.
“Yeah, I think I want a bite. It tasted really good,” his lips move to her jaw, pressing wet kisses to her skin.
Lyla starts to feel her resolve crumbling. His lips feel too good on her skin for her to continue to act like she didn’t want him. No, not want. Need. She needs him.
“Then take a bite.” A bite of me.
He pulls away, leaving Lyla to blink back to reality. He brings a piece of their dessert to his mouth and lets out similar sounds that Lyla let out. He holds out the fork to her, a piece waiting for her mouth.
She surrounds her mouth around the fork, maintaining eye contact with the goalie. She’s testing him, seeing how much he can handle before he finally makes a move. Maybe she’ll have to make the first move, but she didn’t care because she still loved to see him get riled up. He tries to hide it, but Lyla knows how to pinpoint his feelings. They are the same as hers after all.
The last of their night passes in a blur for Lyla. She’s so focused on the feeling of his hand wrapped around her waist to even pay attention on their walk back to his car. She doesn’t want to come off too strong, but at the same time she wants to get her point across. Hopefully he’ll invite her inside of his place.
“Did you enjoy tonight?” Jeremy asks once they’re settled in his car.
“I really did. It was nice to do something I’ve never tried before- even if it was just something as simple as a cooking class. I’m really glad we did it together,” she responds, reaching her hand out to place his free hand on her thigh.
She watches Jeremy relax into the driver’s seat, looking awfully calm and collected. His eyes are on the road and his hand squeezes at her thigh. She doesn’t know how he manages to look so cool. She’s trying not to combust at the seams from his gentle touch.
“I had a great time, too. It’s nice to step out of being a hockey player for a minute, especially after a loss,” he admits, taking a glance at her when he stops at the red light.
“You and the team will get back on track soon,” Lyla rubs the back of his neck, feeling quite smug when she sees him shiver.
“Thank you, baby,” Jeremy grabs her wrist and kisses her palm.
Lyla has a hard time not reacting viscerally to the second new pet name of the night. She unbuckles her seatbelt, alarming Jeremy, but she starts pressing kisses to his neck and that gets him silent real quick. She holds onto his face, hands on his jaw as she kisses him from his cheek down to his shoulder. It isn’t anything fast or rough, just small pecks to where she can reach without straddling him.
When the light turns green, she retreats back to her seat and buckles her seatbelt once again.
“Do you want to come over to my place? We don’t have to do anything. I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t want to leave you,” he rambles and Lyla lets out a shy giggle, accepting his offer quickly after.
The rest of the car ride is silent except for the radio. However, Jeremy does turn up the volume when her song starts playing. It was a nice, unexpected moment of laughter. She’d pay anything to see Jeremy poorly sing one of her songs again.
“Do you have something I can change into? These pants are starting to get uncomfortable,” Lyla whispers in his ear.
If someone were to see them right now, they’d probably get weirded out stares. Lyla is attached to his front, arms thrown around him as he walks up to his front door. They’re whispering in each other’s ears as if they had to be silent.
“Of course. You can have a pair of my sweatpants, might have to roll them up, but they should work. You could also use one of my shirts if you’re not feeling the sweatpants.”
“Perfect!”
“Here’s my room. You wait here and I’ll go get you some clothes,” he walks into his closet while Lyla is left to look around his room.
It’s homey, quite organized for a guy. It also smells like him. There are so many scattered picture frames and they make her smile. She loves that he loves his family.
“I got you a shirt and some pants,” he snaps her out of her thoughts.
“Thank you,” she tries to undo the zipper of her blouse, but for some reason she can’t get a good grip.
“J? Can you help me unzip my top?”
She feels his hands land softly on her shoulders before she hears his response. Her breathing slows at the gentleness of his hands as he pulls the zipper down.
She pulls the sleeves off her arms, her bare nipples hardening as they come in contact with the cool air. She’s still facing away from him, but she can feel the tension grow palpable. After one more phrase of encouragement, she turns around. Her breasts are on full display for him. He tries not to stare, but when Lyla places his hands on her ribcage, he finally takes a look. It’s like every thought and breath exits his body. He doesn’t even know how to react when she presses her chest to his.
He tightens his hold on her, though. He needed to ground himself.
The warmth of her back against his hands is nice, but nothing compares to the heat pooling in her eyes and her core. He presses a bruising kiss onto her mouth, his lips lingering. A burning desire flickers through her entire body.
“I know you said that you didn’t want me to come over for sex, but I wouldn’t mind,” she whispers, and puts his hands on her cheeks.
“Are you sure?” Jeremy feels hesitant. It’s only their third date and he doesn’t want to force her to go through with anything she isn’t comfortable with.
“Yes. Touch me,” Lyla pleads.
A hand on her throat and the other moving towards her nipple, Jeremy pulls her in for another kiss. This time it’s softer, but it still makes Lyla feel lightheaded.
He picks her up and softly lays her on his bed. The neutral colored bedspread looks perfect underneath her. They continue to stare into each other’s eyes as they pull off their clothing. Jeremy’s eyes are beautiful pools of vulnerability, but they’re also laced with lust.
They take a moment to just take each other in. This is new for them, them being naked in front of the other. Lyla feels herself grow wet just looking at his body and all that he has to offer, and he has a lot to offer.
Jeremy’s eyes hone in on the small butterfly tattoo on Lyla’s hip and travel along her curves. Her naked body easily becomes his favorite color palette.
“You’re beautiful,” he says with a tone that’s a mix of astonishment and something that’s akin to love.
He lets a lone finger trace from her collarbones down to her abdomen, and there’s a trail of chills left in its wake. He gets on his knees, leaning over her lower half. His lips press onto the inked skin of her hip and Lyla shoots up, seeking for friction. He never thought someone could be so intrigued with a small tattoo, but he is as he sucks the skin into his mouth to create a hickey.
“Jeremy, I want to touch you,” she reaches out for him.
He crawls in between her legs, hands pressing into the mattress above her head and leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.
Lyla lets her hands wander all over his body. She loves the way his muscles flex under her touch. He loves the way her soft skin grazes each scar and bruise he’s ever had because of hockey.
All too soon, he leaves her touch, deciding to travel down her body. A quick stop at her breasts leads to her nipples becoming so sensitive and hard as he sucks on them.
Slowly but surely he gets to the apex of her thighs, moving her legs apart to spread her open. He gets the perfect view of her dripping folds.
“Look at you. My girl is so wet,” he whispers, opening Lyla up before sucking her clit into his mouth.
Despite the moan that rips through her throat, Lyla tries to stay quiet. Jeremy doesn’t allow her the chance to silence herself, though. His tongue flicks over her clit, mouth closing to create the perfect suction around her. Lyla’s hips shoot off the bed, her hands gripping onto his curls. The taste of her arousal coats his tongue, brain going hazy and moaning wildly around her.
“J! Fuck. More, please more,” she cries.
Deciding to tease her, he rips his mouth away. His beard shines with her wetness and Lyla swears she could cum at the sight. He dips two of his fingers inside of her, slowly pumping them in and out of her.
“I need to get you ready for me, baby,” he mutters into the skin of her abdomen, lips moving to kiss her tattoo.
“No. I want you now. Baby, please. Please fuck me,” she begs, voice barely comprehensible.
Hearing Lyla call him baby and in her sexy voice makes him want to make her scream. He wants the only thing he hears for the rest of his life to be her voice.
“I can feel you squeezing my fingers, baby. Do you think you’re ready for me?” His lips ghost over her mound.
“Yes! Please,” she whines.
Jeremy rises to his knees, fisting his cock and guiding it to her opening. Lyla watches with a meaningful gaze as he spreads her wetness around her fluttering hole. She just wants to be full of him.
“Shit. I don’t think I have any condoms,” Jeremy states, getting off the bed to dig around in his bedside drawer.
That’s not what Lyla wanted to hear. That’s not what anyone wants to hear as they’re about to have their world rocked.
She thinks for a while why Jeremy is looking in his restroom. She doesn’t usually have unprotected sex with people she’s getting to know. Not even people she’s been in long relationships with, but this relationship with Jeremy feels different. She trusts him so much and she feels safe with him.
“Jeremy,” the call for him comes out weak, her voice starting to tremble because she’s more nervous than to begin with.
“Jeremy,” it’s a lot more clear now.
He walks out of his restroom, a wince painted on his face and his eyes cast down.
“I’m sorry. I forgot that I didn’t have any condoms. That sounds so bad. I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting for us to have sex tonight,” he whispers
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control and I trust you,” she stares into his eyes, waiting for his reaction.
“No. I don’t want you to feel like you have to. I swear we can wait, or I can go buy condoms right now,” he rambles, words getting trampled by each other.
Before he can continue, she gets on her knees and pulls him into a kiss. A whimper being transferred to his mouth when she tastes herself on his tongue.
“I trust you. Do you trust me?” She asks, eyes glossy and hands glued to his cheeks.
“I do.”
“Then we can continue,” she nods her head in reassurance.
He presses his lips to hers, hands going to her back and softly lowering her onto the bed.
He lines himself up with her entrance, slowly pushing in so she can adjust.
“Oh my god,” she breathes out.
“Are you okay?”
“Yup. I just need a minute to adjust,” he complies, pecking her face until it’s safe to move again.
Once given the green light, he starts to rock his hips into hers, feeding off her low moans. She fits perfectly around him.
The pull of his hips is slow, deep, and it makes Lyla feel every single part of him. However, she can tell he’s holding back. She can sense it in the way he’s shaking from trying to stop his movements from being overpowering. She can hear it in the way he tries to control his breathing.
Lyla wraps her legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to hers. Her hands roam up his back, fingernails lightly scratching at his skin. He fucks her like he cares and that sets something feral off inside of her.
“You can be rough with me. I promise I won’t break. I can be your good girl,” she wraps her hand around the back of his neck, lifting her head up so she can whisper in his ear.
He lets out the raspiest moan. Lyla grows wetter at the noise and Jeremy can feel it drip down to his balls. His hips start rocking with more force and a faster pace. Deciding to rest on his knees again, he opens Lyla’s legs wider. He presses on her lower stomach and he angles his hips up.
“Oh my god. That feels so good, baby. Fuck. Keep going,” she moans, head tilting back and fingers clutching onto the sheets.
He can feel himself deep inside of her, but when he sees his cock bulge in her stomach, he feels his cock start to pulse. It’s too soon to bust his load inside of her, though.
Suddenly pulling out of her warmth and smirking at Lyla’s grunts, he flips her over onto her stomach. He grips her hips, making her back arch so that she’s face down, ass up. He pulls her back, cock thrusting into her at a lethal pace.
Lyla screams his name, tears already lining her eyes and blurring her vision.
His balls slap against her clit, sending flames throughout her entire body. He pulls her arms behind her back, holding her wrists together in one of his hands. His eyes are glued to the way her wet walls wrap around him. The way she sucks him back in because she’s so tight. The way she makes his cock glisten.
“You like that, baby? You like my cock splitting you open?” He leans down to whisper in her ear.
“Yes!” She shouts.
He lets go of her hands , enjoying the way she immediately fists the blankets. The tip of his length hits her velvety spot and makes her clench around his shaft. Lyla tries to move, the pleasure starting to get to her, but Jeremy pins her hips in place. His thumbs fit perfectly in the dimples on her back, and his cock continues to drill into her.
“More. More.”
Sweat is already starting to gather in the dips and valleys of their bodies, and Jeremy starts to feel his balls tighten. Knowing that they won’t last much longer, he lifts her body so that her back is to his chest.
Lyla rests her head back on his shoulder, throwing her arms around his neck the best she can. Somehow he hits so much deeper inside of her. She lets out the most sultry gasps each time he ruts into her. She turns her head towards his, eyes connecting in their haze of passion. She can see the lust swimming in them. She presses her lips to his hungrily. Their teeth clash and their tongues dance together. Her breathless moans sound perfect right next to his ear.
She bounces her hips up and down, walls caving in and dragging him closer to his orgasm. Both of their bodies move in tandem. It’s crazy how they’re perfectly in sync.
His grunts echo in her head. His noises are smooth and hot. They are the best thing Lyla has ever heard. She wants to place his sounds in the background vocals of all her songs.
Lyla’s breath hitches when he wraps a hand around her throat and lets his other fingers circle her clit. She feels the heat coiling in her tummy, her body quivering against him as she feels her orgasm coming on strong.
“I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum,” she begs, lips glued to his cheek and she kisses his skin hotly as if he needs convincing.
“Cum for me, baby. Make a mess on my cock,” he gives her permission, pounding his hips into hers.
She lets go with a silent scream, pleasure too much for there to be sound. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, but her vision would be blurred by white, hot starbursts anyway.
Her pussy holds onto him with a vice like grip, and he can feel her muscles contract around him. She pulls his orgasm out of his body. His cock exploding deep inside of her while he moans like it’s the best thing ever. And for him, it is. He’s never known pleasure to be so riveting.
He keeps her pressed to his body, hips slowly working them both through their releases.
“Kiss me,” his husky voice whispers in her ear.
Her lips lock with his, but with each movement of his hips her mouth opens and a whimper spills.
He pushes her body forward, guiding her to lay back down. She turns on her back, eyes boring into his. She needs more of him. Although her body still shakes and feels sore, she needed more of him. She’s addicted.
He hovers over her, eyes making a path down to her spent cunt. He leaves a trail of ghost kisses from her breast to her belly button. She watches with bated breath when Jeremy’s hands go back to her hips, his touch sending electricity through her. He lifts her bottom half up, leaning down to let his tongue explore her further.
“I love the way you taste. I love the way you whimper when I do this,” he sucks her clit into his mouth. Lyla whines and writhes underneath him.
He moans at the sight of her leaking his cum. His tongue creeps down to collect their expense, lapping and making the most obscene noises. Lyla’s legs tremble as they try to close around his head, but he quickly pulls her legs apart.
“J, I can’t. Fuck, I want more,” Lyla mewls, body arching up off the bed.
He keeps lapping at her pussy, warm fingers sinking into her. The continuous press of his fingertips into her sweet spot makes her delirious. The familiar burning sensation churns deep inside of her. She quickly feels a second orgasm pounding on her body. Lyla’s body stills before all her muscles release and a loud cry falls for her lips.
She pushes at Jeremy’s head, way too sensitive for him to keep going. Lyla’s chest heaves as she catches her breath. Her previously curled hair is now a mess and matted to her skin by her sweat. Her head is spinning and all she can feel is her heart beating fast. She doesn’t even release Jeremy left until he reappears with a warm, wet cloth to clean her up.
“You did so well,” he whispers as he softly wipes her body clean.
Lyla stays quiet, getting out of bed to use the restroom. The whole time she’s thinking about what’s next. Does she pick up her clothes from his floor, get dressed then leave? Does she get back into his bed? Does he do aftercare? The walk back into the room feels awkward, which is crazy with how intimate they just were. She decides to get in under the covers. Jeremy is still seated at the end of the bed, feeling confused. He didn’t know why she felt so far away.
After he cleans himself up and uses the restroom, he finds her still tucked under the comforters. He lies down next to her, eyebrows furrowing in worry when he sees her visibly shaking.
“Baby, come here. Please be close to me,” he requests, voice soft.
Lyla immediately turns to him, shimmying her way into his arms. She throws an arm over his chest and a leg over his hips. She focuses on his warmth and how softly he holds her.
“Are you feeling okay?” He asks into the skin of her forehead.
“Perfect. You’re perfect. I really love sex with you,” Lyla tilts his head down so he’s looking at her.
She leans in, chastely kissing his lips. Jeremy’s hand finds its rightful place on her throat.
“I really like you, Lyla. There’s no one else like you, and I don’t mean that in the way that everyone else means when they tell someone that. I mean, I truly have never meant someone like you. You’re changing my life in the best way possible,” he stares so deeply into her soul.
“Yeah, well you’re changing mine, too,” she whispers, kissing his chest and cuddling into him.
His hands caress her body, subconsciously finding their way to her hip tattoo. Even though Jeremy’s touch is gentle, her body jerks. The red bruise left behind by his mouth is sensitive.
“Stay the night?” Hands that are soft, but rough around the edges continue to stroke her skin. Lyla finds herself melting into his body.
“As long as you cuddle me the entire night,” the girl counters, lips attacking his neck.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Jeremy holds her tight, falling into a peaceful sleep.
a/n: This is a little rough, but the smut will be better once I start writing more for this pairing! Otherwise, I hope y’all enjoy!
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The Touch Of A Hand Lit The Fuse
Jeremy Swayman x Lyla Blair
A ‘The Masterminds’ blurb
warnings: mentions dying and that should be it
takes place: February 2024
“You know, I tried to get tickets to your concert, but they sold out before I could even press ‘purchase’,” a voice comes up behind Lyla.
She turns around only to be pleasantly surprised to see The Bruins goalie her team drafted, Jeremy. Her eyes flit between his nice beard and his even prettier eyes. She’s glad she’ll get the chance to finally talk to him after all the eye contact they were sharing earlier. Lyla can still feel the electrical current flowing through her veins after the handshake they shared when he was drafted.
“Well, if you’re still up for going, I can place you backstage or on the side stage. Whatever works for you,” Lyla muses, tilting her head to the side and batting her eyes at him.
“Seriously?” Jeremy perks up, eyes excited and cheeks flushing red. He wasn’t expecting the offer, but he is thrilled by it.
“Oh yeah. I saw that TikTok you did with your teammates, so how could I not have a dedicated fan at one of my shows,” Lyla teases and gets a cute smile out of him.
“Aw man. My reputation precedes me. I’m kind of embarrassed you saw that,” he admits, eyes cast low and fingers scratching at the back of his neck.
“I think it’s hot, you, knowing the words to my songs and willingly going along with the video,” Lyla says, earning that saccharine laugh from Jeremy.
“How could I not know the words? Your voice is the best thing I’ve ever heard,” he flirts, leaning down closer to her ear to make sure she hears his words.
Lyla feels her heart stutter, the red flush blooming on her cheeks the same way it was on him. She bites down on her lip to stop her smile, but a laugh bubbles up and brings out her smile even more. Jeremy thinks if he’d die right now, he’d be content with that. The way her lips curve when she’s trying to fight her smile makes him want to kiss her. He needs to know what her lips feel like.
“He’s handsome and he’s not afraid to support a woman. You make it tough not to be attracted to you,” Lyla flirts back, intensely looking up into his eyes.
Jeremy swears his heart starts to do somersaults. He feels the urge to just run and scream at the top of his lungs, because this gorgeous girl thinks he’s attractive. She’s talking to him and being flirty, and Jeremy is sure his cheeks are on fire.
“I’m a gentleman, too,” he says cooly.
“Oh are you?”
Instead of responding, he walks ahead of her, turning back and offering his hand out to her to help her walk off the ice. He honestly didn’t want her to slip being that she’s wearing heels, but it just so happened to coincide with what he told her.
Lyla, whose heart is racing, feels that electric shock in her palm once again. She wonders if he feels it too. He does.
“Thank you, Jeremy. I-“ Lyla gets interrupted by her publicist.
“Ly, we need you to do a photo op with Nathan,” she speaks quickly, pulling Lyla away from Jeremy before she can mutter a goodbye.
Disappointment is an understatement. Jeremy feels her absence so thoroughly, her warmth still sits in the palm of his hand. Now he has to watch her laugh and pose for pictures with other hockey players.
“Hey, I’m so sorry about that. I didn’t mean to just leave. My publicist just wanted me to get that done before they leave,” Lyla explains, setting her free hand on Jeremy’s bicep.
Her touch snaps him out of his daze. His eyes peer down to where her hand rests on him and the butterflies return. Giddiness settles in his features.
“Don’t worry about it. If I were them, I’d want a picture with you, too,” he says with earnest.
“I feel special,” Lyla jokes, flipping her hair over her shoulder dramatically.
“So, I will take you up on that offer for the side stage view at your concert, if you come to our game next week against Calgary,” Jeremy offers.
“Deal,” she agrees easily, a never ending smile shining bright at him.
“And I think we need to get you a bruins jersey instead of that one,” Jeremy points to the Colorado Avalanche jersey in her hand.
“Only if it has your last name on the back,” Lyla adds in her only condition.
Jeremy nods his head, looking down to hide his smile. He can get used to being around her.
a/n: First actual part of The Masterminds! I truly cherish Lyla and Jeremy so much, and all of you who contributed to this au.
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You’re The One
Jeremy Swayman x Lyla Blair
A ‘The Masterminds’ fic
Warnings: mentions sex and nerves but I think that’s all
Takes place February 2024
Lyla rocks back and forth on the heels of her feet, the small bouquet of flowers burning in her hands. She feels the oncoming wave of nerves drown out all her senses. She hasn’t physically seen Jeremy in about a week, so she’s both excited and nervous to surprise him. Hopefully he’s not bothered by her showing up unexpectedly. The girl is also trying to stay hidden amongst the other significant others and families waiting for the players to exit the locker room.
“Lyla?” She hears Jeremy’s voice behind her, quickly turning around with a shy smile on her face.
“Hi!” She squeaks, cheekbones popping up to cause her eyes to crinkle.
Jeremy gives her a similar, elated smile. His mouth is agape as he tries to come up with the right words to convey his happiness.
“What are you doing here?” He wraps a hand around her waist, pulling her in. They both lean in for a kiss, but at the last minute move in for just a hug.
Lyla’s arms wrap around his waist and his wrap around her neck. He slides his fingers through her hair, his hand settling on the back of her neck. She can feel her heart thump against her ribcage, and the butterflies roam freely when the warmth coming from his hands seeps into her skin.
“I wanted to surprise you. I missed you while I was gone,” she whispers, head tilted back as she stares up at him. Her long eyelashes kiss her cheeks the same way Jeremy wishes he could.
“I missed you,” he stares at her so warmly, his smile being ear-to-ear and eyes shining with an emotion Lyla’s never seen before.
They pull away, but still hold onto each other. Lyla lightly scratches at his scruff, a small giggle falling from her lips as he presses a swift kiss to her wrist. Her cheeks heat up, body reacting viscerally to his touch. Their eyes communicate in ways that allow them to enjoy their small bubble of silence.
Unbeknownst to the pair, Linus watches their interaction. A smile graces his face looking at his best friend so happy. It’s not a rare sight to see Jeremy bubbly, but this is different. He looks like he’s falling in love. Jeremy’s hands stay planted on her waist as they stare adoringly at each other. Linus takes one last glance at them, witnessing Lyla giving Jeremy a bouquet of flowers. He walks away knowing his best friend is in good hands.
“Oh! I almost forgot, but these are for you,” Lyla hands Jeremy the flowers.
His cheeks get impossibly red when he accepts them.
“Lyla. These are so nice. I- I don’t know what to say. Thank you,” he pulls her into another hug, this one bigger and more bone crushing but she loves it nonetheless.
“Of course. I just wanted to get you some since you got some for me for Valentine’s Day. Which was such a sweet gesture. I hope you’re okay with flowers, though,” she leans up on her tiptoes and whispers in his ear, arms still wrapped around him.
“I love the flowers, baby. Thank you,” he presses a tender kiss to her cheek.
“I missed you so much,” she stresses, not caring if anyone sees her pull him into a kiss.
“I missed you. Do you want to spend the night with me?” He mumbles against her lips, smiling contently as she continues to kiss on cheek and jawline.
“I’d really like that,” she presses herself closer to him, his hands rubbing on her back.
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“You’re so beautiful,” Jeremy whispers, lips roaming Lyla’s skin like a road he’s never been on before, but yearns to explore.
His hand is placed on her throat as he works his way down her body. Chills swarm her skin and pleasure fills her veins. She’s naked under his naked body, the morning sunlight filtering through the linen curtains and highlighting their afterglow. Morning sex truly is the best thing to ever exist, especially when it’s with Jeremy. Lyla is pleasantly surprised with how in tune Jeremy is with her body. It’s as if he’s been worshiping her his entire life.
“J,” she sighs, eyes batting at him in a way that makes him want to tease her. It makes him want to hear her beg.
“What, baby?” He presses a kiss on her hip before moving to her other and pressing a soft kiss on her butterfly tattoo.
“Kiss me,” she runs her fingers through his soft hair.
His lips travel up her torso, causing a spark to ignite in her core. She can’t get enough of him.
Jeremy hovers over her, nose gently nudging hers and their eyelashes flutter against each other’s skin. Lyla grabs his cheeks, her thumbs rubbing over the softness of his face. He flips them over, laughing as she squeals in surprise. Her face fits perfectly in the crook of his neck, just as much as the way her leg drapes over his hips.
Jeremy takes a moment to close his eyes and just take everything in. Lyla’s breasts are pressed to his chest and he can feel her steady heartbeat. Her fingers softly trace each bruise on his chest.
She leans up, finally sealing their mouths together. Her head tilts sideways, his lips parting to welcome her tongue. She lets out the most dainty whimper when his tongue tangles with hers. She can still taste herself on him.
Her breath catches in her throat when his teeth tug on her kiss-swollen, bottom lip. Pulling away, their lips are red and glistening. Their eyes are half-lidded and their breath mingles. He thumbs at her pout, smiling at the way she pecks his finger.
“Lyla?”
She hums in response.
“Will you be my girlfriend?” He grows shy, eyes flitting between hers and her heaving chest. Time seems to slow as he awaits her answer. He can clearly hear the thumping of his heart, and he wonders if she can hear it as well.
She intertwines their fingers, turning their joined hands to press a kiss to the back of his. She then presses kisses along his cheeks and his nose.
“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend,” she states, pulling her body to be fully on top of his.
They stare at each other, basking in their happiness. Jeremy flips them over again, this time he’s the one to settle into her body. His cock strains against her thigh and that dizzying passion grips their bodies, and they find themselves rolling around in the sheets for a second time that morning.
a/n: They’re official! I will be starting on the piece where people can hear/see Jeremy in the background of Lyla’s videos, so stay tuned.
I am also working on something else that’s cute and sweet, so hopefully that will be out soon.
After that, I will be starting the mastermind angst
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OMG YES PLS🤭
Blurb pls???!?
Warnings: smut!
“Stay here while I get the surprise ready,” Lyla instructs, pushing Jeremy towards the couch and skipping away to the restroom.
He waits patiently for her while racking his brain for any reason why Lyla was happier than normal. He doesn’t mind, but he’s curious about her chipper mood.
“Okay, babe, close your eyes please,” Lyla shouts from the hallway.
“They’re closed,” Jeremy informs her, starting to grow fidgety as anticipation starts to takeover.
Lyla softly walks out, pausing in front of him and taking a deep breath.
“Open,” she instructs, eyes glued to his face for his reaction.
The second he opens his eyes, his jaw is on the floor and his dick stirs awake. Standing in front of him is his beautiful girlfriend, sporting her first ever wag jacket. It only gets better, though, because underneath the brown leather, she’s completely bare.
“What do you think?” Lyla questions, her voice sounding innocent even though she’s feeling quite smug.
“I- I think you look absolutely gorgeous. Sexy. Breathtaking,” the goalie whispers, tugging on the corner of her jacket and pulling her closer.
“Look at the back.” The girl turns and picks up her hair to show off “Swayman,” sitting perfectly across the top of her back.
Jeremy traces the stitching of the letters, falling deep into awe. His girl looks like an angel. Not to mentions the way the curve of her ass peeks out beneath the jacket. Her silky skin is begging to be touched and kissed.
He slowly turns her back around and glides a finger down her sternum. Lyla’s skin breaks out in goosebumps and her breathing starts to get heavier. She can feel the tension build up between them.
Jeremy slides his hands under the thick material, sliding it halfway down her arms. Her bare breasts fall free and he brings up his hands to cup the supple flesh. Lyla fights the urge to moan, because there’s just something so hot about the way his hands cover her entire breasts. She doesn’t even have small boobs, it’s just his hands that are that big.
“You are my prefect girl and there’s no better sight than you wearing my last name,” his whisper ghosts over her skin as his lips start to leave their mark all over her chest.
She grips his shoulders tightly, her fingers sliding through the hairs at the nape of his neck. Lyla moves onto his lap, throwing her legs on each of his sides.
He kisses in between the valley of her boobs and leaves fresh blossoms of red and purple hues. His lips find her nipples, sucking one into his mouth while his hands twists at her other. A fire ignites in her core, burning her from head to toe. His tongue feels so good swirling around her stiffened peaks, and his teeth nip at her just right.
“Oh my god, J,” she moans, body leaning back but his free hand catches her before she can completely fall.
Once she’s stable, his hands fall to her hips and pull her on top of his thigh. Her bare cunt meets his warm skin and sends the girl reeling. The room seems to start spinning and the lust is crashing into her repeatedly.
“Just like that, baby. You look so perfect,” he praises, guiding her hips back and forth over the thick muscles in his thigh.
Lyla squeezes her legs around him, her body thrumming with heat and her already forceful orgasm, waiting to wreak havoc on her body.
“I’m going to cum,” she announces, cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips to hers.
The girl thrusts her tongue down his throat, lapping at him and inhaling each breath of air he has to give.
“Cum for me, Ly,” he pulls away from her mouth to whisper in her ear, his hand wrapping around her throat as she rides his thigh. The action seems to turn her on even more as her arousal starts to drip down his leg.
Her pussy spasms and contracts around a daunting emptiness, but that doesn’t stop her orgasm from being strong. She trembles and grips him tightly, welcoming the blinding bliss to infiltrate her senses. He pulls her mouth back on his to feel her sweet sounds vibrate through his veins.
“Oh my god, yes,” she whines into his mouth, her lips falling open in silent gasp as he continues to kiss her lips.
“Such a fucking good girl,” he grunts, bouncing his leg up and down until she’s whimpering and withering on him.
“Your good girl,” she corrects him breathlessly and leans her body into his as she comes down from her high.
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Absolutely need a Lyla and Jeremy blurb of him going shopping with her for sundresses
Warnings: smuttish
“I like this one,” Jeremy says, pointing to a pale yellow sundress on one of the many racks.
“It is cute,” Lyla agrees, pushing her back further into his chest and enjoying the warmth he emanates.
“I also liked that white one and that pink one over there,” the goalie points out, his eyes locking on the specific articles of clothing.
Lyla hides her knowing smirk behind her small hand. Jeremy is so predictable. He picked out dresses that are strapless, short, and breezy. He loves when she shows as much skin as possible, because he just cannot stand to not have his hands on her.
Lyla casts a questioning glare at her boyfriend, waiting to see how long it takes for him to realize that she knows what he’s doing. He avoids her gaze, his cheeks heating up and a flush spreading down his neck.
“Any particular reason why you picked those?” The girl teases, turning around and looping her arms around his neck.
She leans up on her tiptoes in order to places kisses on his neck.
“Nope,” he murmurs, eyes falling closed as her lips peck at his skin.
Lyla’s seduction is no joke. Whenever Jeremy has the pleasure of her being all over him -which is almost always- he quickly falls under spell.
“Sure,” she jests, reluctantly pulling away.
His hand trails up her neck, though, gripping it and pulling her mouth to his. He inhales each one of her breathy moans, making the girl dizzy with lust. Her minds goes to them having an all out fuck fest, but her thoughts are interrupted by Jeremy’s words.
“I love that I can just pull the top down and suck your nipples into my mouth, and the way I can bunch up your dress and have the perfect view of your pussy,” he leans down and whispers in her ear, breathe hot and needy. She feels her body tingle and her spark of need turns into a full blown fire. He punctuates his words with a firm kiss below her ear and Lyla drags him out of the store and into his car.
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Sorry this blurb is so late😭 I hope yall enjoy!
Warnings: smut
Maybe it’s the way she dressed to impress- black high heels to match with her black crop top that was hidden underneath her very first wag jacket. The brown leather pants that matched the jacket and looked heavenly wrapped around her thighs and ass. Maybe it’s the way he so easily lifted her in his arms with just a single arm, his hand taking up the majority of her back as her legs wrapped around his hips. Maybe it’s the fact that she’s wearing his last name and that sets something off inside of him. Maybe it’s the fact that he just played an amazing playoff game and they’re both high on life. Whatever it is, it’s enough for them to lose all patience in the backseat of the car.
“I’m so proud of you, Jere,” Lyla whispers, straddling his lap and her hands pressed to his cheeks.
Her pants were ripped off in a blinding haze while still in the passenger seat, so her pantie clad core tries to grind over his pant clad bulge. Jeremy’s hands control her eager pace, though, but even he isn’t sure how long he can hold back.
“35 saves! That’s so incredible and you just looked so sexy out there,” Lyla continues, her breath labored from their ravenous kiss moments ago and lip gloss smeared all over his mouth.
“I’m glad you were there to watch. I’m so glad that I have you,” Jeremy whispers, his words shielding his “I love you.”
The girl’s eyes bore into his and she moves her hands to the buttons of his top. With one swift motion, little taps can be heard from the buttons flying and hitting the windows. Right there in front of her eyes is her perfect boyfriend and his sculpted chest just waiting for her lips. Lyla nips and sucks at the skin, thriving off of the soft moans flowing from Jeremy’s mouth. He sounds so melodic, like something that artists would spend hours in a studio trying to create. A line of scarlet red patches bloom along his collarbones, almost one for each of his saves.
Jeremy’s fingers flex over the flesh of her hips and finally gives in to what they really want. He easily rips her panties apart and frees himself from his confinement.
“Fuck,” Lyla gasps as she sinks down on him, his shaft spreading her open in ways she hasn’t grown used to. She doesn’t think she ever will.
“You’re so wet. You feel so good,” the goalie groans, not being able to stop himself from thrusting up into her. His hands keep her hips seated on him, earning a hearty moan from her.
Lyla’s hips buck wildly, letting his mushroomed tip hit at every angle. Her head lulls back, her hair falling out of her purposeful messy bun.
“Fuck yes! Oh my god,” she chants, her fingers digging the meat of his strong shoulders.
His cock splits her open making the girl shiver as she continues to move against him. Her grip starts to lessen, much like her body as it turns into jelly as she gives in to the pleasure. Her arousal coats his length and he finds himself getting lost in the wonder that is his lustful girlfriend. Everything about her is ethereal. Her hair sticking to her skin, her eyes turning into drunken green orbs, and her chest heaving for air that’s no longer existent in the hot car.
“You’re taking me so well, Ly. You’re such a fucking good girl,” Jeremy grips her throat and pulls her close, so he can whisper in her ear. His words pull her orgasm front and center; it looms in her tummy waiting for the green light.
“More. More,” Lyla whimpers, fire filling her veins and pumping in her ears.
Jeremy ruts into her, beads of sweat rolling down his face. He pulls her chest to his as she falls apart in his arms. Lyla pushes a hand into his thick hair, trying to stay anchored as her orgasm sweeps through her body. Her slick walls start collapsing around him and she crashes her lips on his. The girl moves erratically to savor every toe curling moment of her release.
“Yes! Yes!” Lyla chants. The warmth of him shooting thick ropes inside of her igniting another insatiable spark.
“Are you okay?” Jeremy asks once they both start to calm down. He kisses on the hollow of her neck while his hands rub soothingly at her back.
Her hand is still tangled in his locks while the other slides down the fogged up window. Her body still shakes from exertion and ecstasy.
“You make me feel so good,” she finally whimpers, her lips finding his again.
They fall back into each other, tongues curling around each other and sharing their last puffs of air.
Pulling away, they stare into each other’s eyes. There is so much love being shared through their simple glance, but it seems to get lost in translation. It’s there, though, on the tips of their tongues.
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Want a blurb of lyla reacting to when Jeremy wears his all black suits🤭
Warnings: smut also not edited sorry
“Fuck, J, you’re so hot,” Lyla whispers with a sultry lilt to her voice.
Jeremy is leaned back on the hotel bed, pants down around his ankles and his button up unbuttoned. His balls tighten at the sight of Lyla on her knees before him. Her thumb circles the top of his cock, smearing his pre cum all over him.
Her green eyes pierce into him, making sirens go off in his head. He willingly falls into her hypnosis and the words on his tongue disintegrate. With a swift bat of her long eyelashes, her tongue pokes out of her mouth a swirls around his angry, red head.
“Fuck,” she moans as she gets a taste of him.
Jeremy throws himself back, head drowning in the mountain of wrinkled bedsheets. The muscles in his abdomen twitch along with the way her small hand jerks his length.
“I love this black suit, baby. Every time you wear it, I want to rip it off of you and feel your cock deep inside of me. Pussy or mouth, I’m not picky,” she hums, lips moving against his shaft.
The goalie takes a deep gulp and tries to focus on not blowing a load into her pretty mouth so soon.
The tip of Lyla’s tongue starts at the base and traces a thick vein all the way to the top. She sucks softly on the head, making more beads of pre cum spill into her mouth.
Finally, the girl lowers down on him. Her lips wrap around his girth and slowly move up and down. Not being able to resist, Jeremy sits up and gathers her hair into a makeshift ponytail. He needs to see his good girl take him deep.
Despite the urge of wanting to shut her eyes and savor him, she lets her eyes peer up into his. She watches as his beautiful eyes turn into the coffee her boyfriend had this morning. His chest heaves with each time her throat closes in on him. Lyla’s moan vibrate through him and suck every once of air from his body.
His girlfriend moves at a faster pace, head bobbing up and down and taking him deeper. At one point his tip hits the dangly thing in the back of her throat and makes her choke, but she stays there and takes it. Her tears trail down her cheeks just as her spit drops down his shaft.
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he warns her with his lip caught between his teeth.
She pulls off of him, but replaces it with her hand. Her lips wrap around his head again, tongue lapping at the underside. Her hand goes to his balls and lightly massages him until Jeremy goes rigid and his cock pulses.
His warm cum shoots into her throat, both of their moans echoing around them. Her tongue fiddles with his slit and sucks out everything he has to release.
“Fuck. Fuck. Just like that, baby,” he groans, hips lifting up and slipping his cock back into her mouth.
She doesn’t suck him off for much longer, but he’s pulling himself out anyways. Jeremy grips her chin and makes her mouth drop open. With his other hand, he fists himself and then taps his leaking tip on her tongue. Ropes of cum shoot out and she slurps them up hungrily.
“Feel good, J?” She rises and straddles his lap. The warmth of his bare abdomen feels good on her panty clad heat.
“So good,” he mumbles, voice raspy and relaxed.
“Good,” she hums, connecting her lips with his.
Jeremy has no problem tasting himself on her, in fact, he loves it. It stirs up something feral inside of him.
With a hand around her throat, he flips them over and devours her mouth. Lyla’s hands wildly card through his perfectly styled hair and her teeth nip at his lips. She keeps arching up into him, desperate for any form of friction. Sadly, there isn’t enough time for anything else.
“You look perfect, handsome,” she whispers, hands cupping his bearded jaw.
“Not as perfect as you.” Lyla melts into him at that moment, because his eyes hold so much sincerity and it makes her flustered.
Words of love sing in her ears, but for now she keeps those thoughts hidden.
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Omg I need a blurb of Jeremy and Lyla picking out the details for their house and bedroom 🥹
Warnings: mentions of sex
“We need a huge kitchen,” Lyla tells one of the contractors working on her and Jeremy’s new house.
“Marble, wood, stone?”
Lyla looks at Jeremy in contemplation. They share a knowing gaze and answer, “marble with honey brown wood,” at the same time.
The couple giggles at their synchronized thoughts and fall back into their own bubble. They’re not being disrespectful of their way too helpful contractor, but they can’t help but feel the love surrounding them. A love as powerful and exciting as theirs is distracting.
“Do you want an island as well as the additional space of your countertops next to the stovetop?”
“Yes,” Lyla answers quickly, melting into Jeremy’s body as he wraps himself around her from behind.
“I can’t wait to eat your pussy on our kitchen island,” Jeremy leans down and whispers in his wife’s ear. His solid hand settles on her abdomen, pulling her flush against his hard on. Lyla hides her smirk, but shivers and turns in his hold, attaching her lips to his. Her tongue invades his mouth and her teeth nip at his skin.
She cannot wait until they christen each and every inch of their home.
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Blurb on it pls😭
“You’re kidding me, right?” Lyla’s distaste is evident in her tone.
Her boyfriend just told her that he’s shaving off his beard again. Lyla loves Jeremy’s beard, so why on earth would she be okay with it?
“No, baby. I’m not kidding,” he confirms her biggest nightmare.
Lyla’s eyes glare at him, making him laugh.
“Jeremy, you cannot shave. Not again! I love the beard, so that definitely means you should leave it. You know I love the way it scratches my skin,” she tries to reason with him, but he remains steadfast.
“Baby, I know you love it. It’s just been really bothering me lately. It’ll grow back, you know that. Anyways, I was going to ask you to shave it for me,” he persuades the girl, pulling her closer to him by her waist.
His eyes are sweet and his lip is caught between his teeth in the way that drives Lyla crazy.
“Fine,” she quickly agrees.
The goalie settles between his girlfriend’s legs, hands resting on her leather clad thighs.
Lyla’s shoulders sag and a sigh falls from her lips as she brings the shaver up to his face. Her lips follow along, wilting into a frown as she clears up his jaw.
“Don’t be pouty,” he says, pulling her hands away and kissing her lips.
He laughs at the shaving cream on her face and finally gets a real smile out of Lyla.
A few minutes pass and Jeremy is back to being baby faced. The girl regretfully wipes away the excess shaving cream.
“I hope you’re happy,” Lyla teases him, arms resting on his shoulders.
“I’ll be even happier if you kiss me,” he whispers and Lyla will never shut down a chance to kiss her man.
Lyla lets him dominate their kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and curling around her own tongue. His hands fiddle with the hem of her top, torn between pulling it off her body and abiding by how much time he knows he has until he has to leave.
With curiosity, Lyla drags her lips away from his mouth and moves them along his jaw. The smooth skin feels different, but nice. She gets lost in the feeling as she continues to press longing pecks to his face. Maybe she can get used to the clean shaven look.
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What does the guys do for their wives/gfs/daughters on National Women’s Day
Mat gets model!reader and Sloane large bouquets of flowers and takes them to dinner. Mat will cuddle Sloane until she falls asleep at bedtime, and then he’s worshiping model!reader’s body for the rest of the night
Nick books Dallas’ favorite ballet studio for the day, so she can practice by herself for as long as she needs. He also buys her dinner and they spend a quiet night in, binging one of their favorite shows
Jeremy takes Lyla on a date! They go to a pottery class and sway is a walking cliche when he gets behind Lyla to help her🤭 they then go out dinner and have a bath together at one of their places
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We need a blurb on Lyla seeing Jeremy in person with no beard😭
“I can’t believe you shaved your face,” Lyla gasps, holding onto his cheeks and feeling along his jaw.
She gives him a small pout when her nails don’t brush through the coarse hairs like usual. Her boyfriend pulls her closer, his hands feeling warm on her hips.
By now Jeremy already has some slight scruff, but it’s still new to Lyla. She’s never seen him without his beard.
“How could you do this to me?” Lyla whines, smushing her face into his chest. The hockey player laughs, honestly not expecting Lyla to react the way she is. Although he should’ve, he knows just how much she likes to scratch and kiss at it.
“I wanted to switch it up. It’ll grow back,” he whispers, leaning down to peck her lips and crowding her into him with his arms wrapped tightly around her.
“You can’t make up for this with kisses,” she whimpers into his mouth as his tongue snakes between her lips.
“I can try.” He picks her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and takes her to her bedroom.
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