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hornylovesickmess – Nico Hischier

Summary: Marie should know better by now, knows she should leave him alone, but Nico's like a drug. One more hit can't hurt.

Author’s Note: Almost a year to the day I finally finished this album series. Phew! Also lol to me thinking I'd have the motivation to finish it in 10 weeks. Seems clear from the title but it does get steamy below.

Word Count: 2.6k

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And I don't wanna be the type of person who calls you up Every time I need to get off

The view from her hotel room is taunting her. It’s sunny and bright on the Hudson River, reflecting off the buildings of the New York skyline.

Most people wouldn’t be too upset about being put up in a nice hotel and having 48 hours free in close proximity to the city, but Marie had moved away for a reason.

And still part of her is stuck here, even at a 4-star hotel minutes away from Newark airport.

So, she does what she does best and gives into her baser instincts.

She’s no stranger to crafting the perfect sext, keeping it tantalizing and teasing enough while still giving her location. Like an eloquent ‘u up?’

Marie hits send before she can second guess herself.

She shouldn’t be reaching out to him, grabbing for that loose thread and pulling for her own selfish reasons. But she’s been lonely since the move and in all honestly, just plain horny.

Nico almost swallows his tongue when he opens the text.

At first glance a simple picture of the New York skyline, but at second glance the reflection of a naked woman comes into view.

It might as well be Marie’s calling card.

He regrets opening the text in the locker room.

“What the hell has you that red Neeks?” Bastian calls from his stall.

He can feel the blush getting darker.

“The last time you looked like that was because of that flight attendant,” Bratter calls out.

When he doesn’t respond balls of tape come flying his way with a chorus of groans.

“It’s not like I texted her first!”

“You never text her first,” Jack rolls his eyes.

“I’m not texting her back.”

“Block her number while you’re at it,” Bratt responds.

Nico stashes his phone away and mostly forgets about the text.

||||

She checks her phone for about the fifth time during drinks with her friends. She knows what they’re thinking, but they’re not gonna say it.

It’s especially kind of them since Nico hasn’t responded. Even though he’s the type of guy to have read receipts on, so she knows he looked at her message.

Her phone buzzes, she pulls it out of her pocket so fast she fumbles it, dropping it on the bar. Her friend snatches it up and laughs.

“It’s a notification from Postmates, you have coupon.”

Marie feels herself flush, embarrassed to be caught like some kind of junkie waiting for their next hit.

“Jesus Christ, just go get laid! You’re unbearable when you’re wound this tight. It’s not even worth the catch up.”

“Fine, I’ll go, but only because I haven’t had sex in months. See you on my next layover.”

“Unless you’re still jonesing for that Jersey dick!”

“It’s Swiss,” Marie sticks her tongue out.

She waves down a cab, and she should give the address to her hotel, but she’s in some sort of horny fugue state. Why go back and masturbate at her hotel thinking about him when she knows his address?

Before she knows it, she’s at his door fixing her hair and trying to lean seductively against the doorframe. Maybe she’s lost her mojo during her recent dry spell.

She knocks before she loses her nerve.

Marie hears someone lumbering along around on the other side of the door. Nico finally answers the door; shirtless with a pair of gray sweats low on his hips, hair flopping about like he just woke up.

Her mouth goes dry at the familiar sight, or maybe she salivates, or somehow both at the same time. She feels so out of sync with her hormones.

But she knows she wants, scratch that, needs.

“Thought maybe the picture just didn’t do the real thing justice,” she smirks even though she kind of wants to grimace at the cheesy line.

“I was trying to let you down easy,” he’s trying to avoid eye contact.

“Well, here I am, easy and ready to be let down on your bed.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. She can practically see his willpower crumbling piece by piece.

“C’mon, I haven’t been with anyone else since Denver.”

She dares to reach out, running a finger from his collarbone down, down, down, until Nico grabs her wrist.

“Just–“ he yanks her into the apartment, “get in here.”

Marie is flush against his chest now, she smirks, “that’s more like it.”

“Your picture got me in trouble in locker room, the boys think you’re no good for me.”

“Do you want me to be good for you?” She roughly grabs him through his sweatpants.

“I don’t think you could be if you tried,” he ruts against her palm.

She gentles her touch in response, she wants to be good, for Nico at least.

Marie can’t make eye contact now. If she looks up all the guilt of coming here after she promised herself she’d stop will come rushing back. She doesn’t have time for that when she can feel him hardening in her hand.

So, she closes her eyes and kisses him. Lets her tongue explore his mouth. Lets Nico manhandle her towards the bedroom. A path she’s too familiar with even with her eyes closed.

She doesn’t dare open her eyes until she’s flat on her back and hears Nico rummaging in the bedside table. As he comes back up with a condom, Marie works on the too many layers of clothes she’s still wearing.

He rolls on the condom and strokes himself slowly, “Is this you being good?”

Marie spreads her thighs and bites her lip, holding back demands for him to get on with it.

He pushes her legs even farther apart and nearly drapes himself over her. One finger runs up her slit, feeling how slick she is with desperation, he sucks the finger into his mouth and Marie can’t hold on any longer.

“Please, fuck, please,” she grapples for his shoulders anything to anchor her in the moment.

He doesn’t need any more encouragement than that to push in one go.

“Jesus Christ,” Marie gasps at the sudden intrusion, familiar as it is.

He sets an agonizingly slow pace, making her feel every unbearable movement without getting her any closer to her climax.

“C’mon Nico, give it to me,” she whines and clenches around him, trying to egg him on.

But it doesn’t deter him from his mission to tease her death, maybe it’s punishment for how she’s treated him.

She tries to move her own hips for more friction and still Nico keeps with his slow and steady pace.

Marie grabs his hair and makes him look at her, “I swear to god, if you don’t start really fucking me, I’m gonna explode.”

The evil little smirk he gives her, makes her stomach swoop.

“I knew you couldn’t stay good.”

“If being bad means I’ll have an orgasm, I guess I’m the devil,” she pulls him in for a kiss that’s probably too much tongue and teeth but she doesn’t care.

Then Nico takes her by surprise, flipping her onto all fours in such a fluid movement she already feels closer to coming. And that’s before he starts railing her from behind. The slap of skin and pornographic squelching fills the silence in the room.

Marie has lost all her witty words, can barely get enough air to make noises beyond tiny gasps. Nico knows exactly where to thrust, how to grip her hips, tweak her nipples, reach between her thighs and rub her clit. It’s too much, to have your body read like a book.

She clenches around him when she’s almost over the edge and feels him release, one hand tightening so hard on her hips it might bruise.

He blankets his body over her back, kissing her shoulders while he continues to rub her clit, buried deep inside her.

Her arms give out when she finally comes, her body singing with pleasure. Nico’s weight heavy on her, but she can’t bring herself to move him, it all feels too good.

She doesn’t remember when they move apart, or if they clean up at all, or if she peed afterward, she really hopes she at least did the last one. Still, she’s in hazy bliss before she’s rudely awoken from her dream-like state by her alarm obnoxiously ringing, too loudly at that.

She has to get out of the bed to find her phone her jeans pocket.

“Shit, fuck, shit,” she swears before having to put her clothes back on.

Nico’s alarm starts going off now. He sits up to see Marie half-dressed already.

“Of course,” he sounds so disappointed.

“I have a flight to catch and I still have to get my uniform and pack my suitcase.”

“Sure,” he sighs as he starts to get out of bed himself.

She probably deserves this, scratch that she knows she deserves this, but doesn’t mean she won’t defend herself.

“It’s a 9:30 Newark to DFW, look it up” she knows her shirt is inside out but that’s how late she is as she calls an Uber.

“Thanks for last night,” she gives Nico a quick kiss and leaves before he can respond.

Of course, when the elevator opens, Jack is the one standing on the other side, with an exhausted looking boy next to him. It’s probably his brother, Marie’s brain supplies the small Devils knowledge she has.

“That fucking idiot.”

“I showed up here, the blame is on me,” Marie holds her hands up in surrender.

“But the inside shirt and messed up hair is probably on him.”

“Probably can mostly blame me for that too, I know you want to.”

The look of disgust on his face makes that very clear.

Thankfully, the elevator door opens before the torture can continue.

||||

Marie goes back to rebuilding her resolve. She was trying to quit him cold turkey, not mess up Nico’s perfect little world again.  But she couldn’t resist one more hit of her favorite drug.

Still, the universe isn’t making it easy for her to stay sober.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”

Marie and her coworkers all jump at the exclamation. When she turns around there’s Jack Hughes.

Nico is nowhere to be seen, so Marie is sure she can get away without making much of a scene.

“Of all the hotels in a city with multiple airports…” Jack doesn’t seem amused at her response, “I’m just as surprised as you, sorry the universe is clearly playing a sick joke on us.”

She runs off to her room before she has a chance encounter with Nico. Begs off from dinner plans with her coworkers. Masturbates in the shower in hopes of taking the edge off.

She’s wound up like a rubber band knowing Nico is so close.  For all she knows, there’s only a wall separating them right now.

And of course, she gives in, because Marie is a fiend and a rotten person. How can she resist when the world laid it out on a platter like this.

She hopes he’s stronger than her and doesn’t respond, but she texts him regardless: I have it on good authority we’re in the same hotel

Marie can barely put her phone down before she gets a response.

Yeah for someone who doesn’t want me interacting with you Jack was quick to gossip

She can hear his tone through the words, hear his husky laugh at his own joke. Her chest feels like it’s squeezing her heart. Makes her act out of character.

Wanna get dinner or drinks or something?

Marie from a few months ago would be nauseous at this kind of proposition, but her present-self feels like she owes Nico… something different.

So, she finds herself tucked into a corner booth at some restaurant Nico says he’s been to before.

And she laughs at his jokes. Brushes her hand over his. Turns a bit soppy looking into his warm brown eyes.

And she knows she made a mistake.

But still, she holds his hand as they walk back to the hotel; swaying back and forth, a little wine-drunk.

Marie walks him to the door like she’s some sort of gentleman at the end of a first date, they both know the connotations are anything but gentlemanly.

“This was nice,” she smiles up at him.

“If you were still in Jersey, we could have nights like this all the time,”

That should deflate her a bit, but she’s made it too far for it to end here with some serious conversation, so she reaches into his pocket to grab his room key and unlock the door, shoving him into the room.

She kisses him, hard and needy. She desperately wants her lips everywhere. She follows that train down his jaw.

“Clearly you want this kind of thing too, or you wouldn’t come crawling to me anytime we’re in the same place,” his hands are bunching up the skirt of her dress.

She bites down on his neck, a little meaner than she should. But it gets him going enough to throw her onto his bed. Her underwear is gone and a finger is pushing into her before she can make any moves.

A second and third are soon to follow. The pressure from his thumb on her clit is enough to make her throw back her head and enjoy the intoxication.

His other hand cups her jaw, makes her open her eyes and look at him.

“This is all I wanted, but you had to be a brat who let me find out you moved by showing up to your empty apartment,” he stops moving his fingers, stops using any pressure.

“I apologized for that,” she whines, desperate and uncaring.

“Did you?” He crooks his fingers just so.

“I gave you a blow job,” Marie grits out.

He raises his brows while he pulls out, leaving her feeling emptier than ever before.

“Fuck.”

The realization crashes over her harder than any orgasm ever could.

She scrambles off the bed throwing on her underwear and grabbing her phone.

“I’m deleting your number.”

“What?”

“I moved to a city that doesn’t even have a hockey team to stay away from you and that’s not even working.”

“You moved because of me?” The crease between his brow is like a canyon.

“You wanted more and I knew I wasn’t– I’m not in a place to give that to you, but fuck! Whatever I’m doing now– I’m just being cruel, aren’t I?”

“I’m not exactly turning you away.”

“Doesn’t mean I should keep using you,” tears she wasn’t expecting start to well up, “Nico you’re worth a lot more than a quick fuck from a flight attendant who happens to be in the same zip code as you.”

Nico just stares at her and Marie knows she has to be the bigger person here.

“You should block me on everything too, don’t give me a way to weasel my way back in.”

Once she’s dressed, she moves towards Nico, moves a strand of hair off his forehead.

She feels like she should say something meaningful, but this isn’t that kind of relationship; Marie made sure of that when she scorched the earth behind her when she left.

She kisses him one last time and hopes she’ll be able to find her next hit in someone else.

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[starshine-hockey-girl]

Season Two- All In - Never Ever Have I Chapter Twenty Three

Summary- Sidney and Evie face the start of their second season together and celebrate a special moment for Sidney.

Usual warnings about smut..... They can't help themselves

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Wednesday August 22nd- Stubborn Goat- Halifax, Nova Scotia

Taylor Crosby stared across the table at her brother with concern. He placed the menu on the table and fidgeted with the silverware. Sidney called this morning to schedule a last minute lunch with her. It was an unusual request and she questioned his motives. He picked up the menu and started looking again. Taylor had lost count of how many times they had eaten at the Stubborn Goat after a workout or practice. Sidney almost always ordered the same item every time- the power salad with salmon, dressing on the side. Finally she reached across the table and squeezed his hand, "Sid? What's going on?"

"Nothing-why do you ask?" he replied.

"Because you have been studying that menu for ten minutes and you order the same thing ALWAYS," she smiled, "Is there a reason you asked me to lunch?"

"I actually wanted to do something after lunch and thought this would be a good way to ease you into it," he said shyly. "Do you have plans for this afternoon?"

Her eyebrow raised, "No plans."

Sidney smiled, "Great. Can you go shopping with me? I want to buy something for Evie. I need a woman's opinion"

Taylor tilted her head, "What are you buying?"

Sidney looked down, gathered his courage and said, "A ring."

Taylor gasped, "What kind of ring?"

Sidney looked her in the eye, "An engagement ring."

She smiled brightly, "Really?"

Sidney smiled back, "Really"

She asked, "When? When are you asking her?"

Sidney filled her in on the details of his plan.

Sidney asked, "So you will help me?"

Taylor, "Of course."

They both looked around the store nervously before the sales person approached them. "Mr. Crosby?" The man asked casually, "I'm Felix. How can I help you this afternoon." Sidney smiled nervously and wiped his palms on his jeans, "Yes, we need to buy an….." He looked at Taylor, "an engagement ring."

"Of course," he answered and started leading to a case of diamond rings.

"Oh, I was looking for a colored gemstone. It is what she requested," Sidney interjected.

Felix nodded his head and turned to the smaller case. Sidney studied all the rings and their ornate designs as well as "small" stones. He grimaced lightly and Taylor took notice. "Is this all you have? He asked quietly, "I was hoping for something larger. You know- more of an impact."

Felix smiled, "These are our selection of available rings. Of course, we do offer bespoke rings. Would you like to speak to a designer?" 

"Something custom?" Sidney nodded his head, "Yes, I would like to get Evie something one of a kind.". He turned to Taylor, "You think so, right? It needs to be unique, right?" Taylor giggled at Sidney’s nerves and excitement. "Yes, you are right." 

They were led to a smaller, private room. They sat at the table and Felix brought them a glass of champagne each. Sidney reached for it and drank it quickly. "Sid breathe," Taylor suggested.

 A well dressed man came into the room and sat opposite them. "Mr. Crosby,my name is Alistair.  I understand that you would like to design a bespoke engagement ring. Is that correct?" He spoke smoothly. Sid managed a nod. "First of all, congratulations on such an important decision. Tell me about your beloved," he instructed. 

Sidney blinked and took a sharp intake of breath, "Her name is Evie and she is the most amazing woman on the planet. I need to get the perfect ring for her."

Alistair, "I am sure that we can do that. Do you have a photo?" 

Taylor let out a laugh," A photo?" Sidney shot her a look. 

Sidney blushed, "Just a few." He showed Alistair several photos of Evie.

"She's a beauty," Alistair declared.

"Isn't she?" Sidney gushed as he looked at the photo, "What do you think about an emerald stone?"

"Excellent choice. It will look lovely with her eye color," Alistair agreed, "I will get some stones and return. What is the budget you have in mind?"

"Whatever I need to spend to get the perfect ring," Sidney answered confidently. Taylor did a double-take. She had never known Sidney to be exactly frugal, but he certainly didn't spend his money extravagantly. He felt the weight of her stare as Alistair left the room. When he was safely out of earshot, "What?" he scoffed.

"Nothing," she said coolly.

"Why are you acting surprised?" He asked, "It's for Evie. It has to be perfect. She deserves perfection."

Taylor turned to face him, "I am not surprised at all. None of us are surprised. I have known that you would do anything for her since you abandoned me at dinner to chase after her." Sidney looked down in a combination of discomfort and embarrassment. Had he been that transparent? Did he act like a love sick fool? "Sid, it's precious. It makes my heart melt to see how much you love her and how much she loves you. Of course you want to give her the perfect ring," she assured him.

"But," He inserted.

"But you are putting too much pressure on yourself. ANY ring coming from you will be the perfect ring. Believe me, it will." she reassured him. He let out a sigh of relief. "Also, I stalked her Pinterest one day when she left her laptop open. I have the inside information from her 'dream engagement' ring board," she added

"She had a board for engagement rings?”,he laughed.

"Yes, along with a Halifax wedding board, Pittsburgh wedding board and a board of the most gorgeous wedding dresses you've ever seen," she replied. Sidney grinned widely. It was the most adorable thought. She was excited and making plans. She was excited to marry him. The thought warmed his heart. He felt his heart race and he thought to himself, "You are not the only one excited, Evie. You are not the only one anxious to start forever." Taylor observed his amused reaction. "If you ever mention it to her, I will beat you senseless," she reprimanded him. "I will mention that most of the rings were emerald so it was a good choice."

Alistair walked in with a cream velvet board holding two dozen large cut emerald stones in one hand. On the other hand, he held a black velvet board holding smaller cut diamonds. He smiled and said, "Now let's get started."

Two hours later, Sidney walked into the cottage carrying a package of treats from Evie’s favorite bakery and her coffee. "Evie, I am home," he called from the bottom of the stairs. She finished her email and jogged down the stairs.

"Beso," she smiled as she entered the kitchen, "Where have you been?" She looked over and saw her treats. "Oh, I see- you brought an offering to appease the PMS gods. You are a wise man," she laughed. 

He wrapped his arms around her and swayed from side to side, "I do not fear the monthly surge of hormones. I embrace the roller-coaster of emotions that I am about to experience."

"Funny- you are a funny man," she jested.

"Seriously, I just felt like spoiling my princess today," he spoke earnestly.

"Beso, you spoil me every day," she turned to kiss him.

"And I plan to continue to spoil you every day for the rest of my life," he showered with kisses, "Now go finish your work so we can start the weekend."

Wednesday, September 4th- Lemieux Sports Complex

"Sid", Andi Perelman called to him on the ice, "Can we see you after your skate?" He looked up in annoyance and nodded. He hated interruptions in his drills, particularly for non-hockey related topics, like social media. He dressed leisurely after he got off the ice. He was surprised when he received a text from Evie and Andi at the same time.

"Burke's office?" He read as his eyebrows furrowed. Sidney put pep in his step and headed upstairs. He texted Evie, "Dinner is covered. See you later. Love you most."

The group was huddled around the large conference table when Sidney walked in. No one in the group stood to greet him. Jim Rutherford(GM), Andi Perelman(VP Digital), David Morehouse(President) and Mario Lemieux (owner) watched as Sidney stuffed his phone in his pocket and came around the table to shake heads with each person before he sat down. After a long silence, Sidney finally asked, "You wanted to see me?"

The group looked at Andi who had, at that moment, volunteered as spokesperson for the group. She cleared her throat and spoke slowly, "Sid, we have a bit of a situation."

His eyebrows shot up, "What kind of situation?"

She grimaced, "It's about your personal life."

"My personal life?" he exclaimed as he looked around the room and considered what situation could be serious enough to rise to the level of the Pittsburgh Penguins executive office. "What about my personal life? How does my personal life matter to anyone in this room?" he asked incredulously. He exchanged a pointed stare with Mario.

Andi continued, "We have acquired some photos and videos floating around the internet. So far we have been able to scrub them, but we are concerned that the volume seems to be increasing."

"What sort of photos?", he asked. Internally his mind raced to the photos and videos contained on the tablet Evie had given him. The tablet had been safely stored in the safe so he was fairly certain they were still a secret.

Jim interrupted, "Let's start with the photo of you and Ms.Evelyn Montgomery entering the VIP entrance to the Sapphire Strip Club in Las Vegas. Can you confirm that this is you?" The slightly blurry photo flashed onto the large presentation screen. Sidney recognized his suit from that night and Evie's short dress. He looked around the room. While he considered the dress somewhat scandalously short, in reality, the dress was relatively tame in Vegas standards. 

"That is me and my girlfriend, Evie. You are correct that we were entering a strip club. What is the issue?" Sidney responded.

"It's not a good look for the organization," Mario spat out.

"Excuse me?" Sidney huffed, "You, of all people, shouldn't lecture me about strip clubs."

"Sid," Mario cautioned, "It's different."

"Different how? Oh, I am not on the road there- going to a strip club while my wife and kids are at home" Sidney chided. "No, I am with my girlfriend who brought me to a strip.club in Las Vegas. It's hardly scandalous," he spat out. "You said photos. I assume there are more. Let's see them," he demanded.

Andi spoke softly and hit the next button "Here is one from the airport in Geneva with Ms. Montgomery sitting in your lap."

"Evie," Sidney corrected, "Her name is Evie. You all know that because you have met her on multiple occasions. Is that it?"

A photo of the two of them, taken from the back, at the Clark County marriage license flashed on the screen. "Next," he commanded. A photo of Evie and Sidney singing karaoke in Cole Harbour appeared. It was followed by the video of their duet. Sidney rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "Next."

A photo of Evie straddled on his lap in the backseat of the car popped up. It had been taken at the drive-in in Prince Edward Island. "There is a video to accompany this as well," Andi explained.

Sidney looked down, "How much video?

"Enough video to capture the car rocking," David said.

"So back to my question- what does my personal life have to do with the Penguins organization?" he asked defiantly.

"Sid, you know that you are the face of the franchise. Your personal life is a reflection of the organization," Mario said.

"I am aware of my position as captain and face of the franchise. Have I done anything in those capacities that reflects badly?" He questioned.

Mario responded, "No, but these pictures are worrisome. We've never had this issue before."

"I've never been in love before," Sidney retorted.

Jim spoke up, "And we are thrilled, Sid. We truly are, but do you have to be so public about it?"

"Why shouldn't I be public about it?  Tell me what is contained in those photos that reflect badly?" Sidney exhorted, "I am a single man in my thirties with a girlfriend. What is the issue?"

"People have certain expectations of you, Sid. You know that," Mario spoke in the hopes of de-escalating the issue.

"What expectations are those? That I have no personal life? I eat and breathe Penguins hockey. I work hard on and off the ice. I do everything that is expected of me. What more do they want?" Sidney's voice lowered. “There was not a single peep from any one of you when Evie walked the red carpet with me. I believe that there was actually a text from Andi complimenting Evie on how well she did during the interviews. What’s the difference?”

"They expect you to behave like a gentleman. They expect you to act like a man they would want their son to emulate or their daughter to date," Mario volleyed.

"I AM THOSE THINGS!" he screamed, "All of those pictures are from my PERSONAL time. What do you want from me?"

"We want you to be more discreet. Tone down the affection. Sell the fantasy," David intejected.

"No, I won't do it. I won’t pretend that I am single to sell a fantasy to some people. It’s a fucking weird fantasy." Sidney hissed. "Evie and I love each other. She is good for me and I am good for her. I refuse to feel guilty about the fact that we find each other attractive. I refuse to feel guilty that we enjoy physical affection. I refuse to feel guilty because we like to fuck." The group collectively gasped and Sidney continued, "I refuse to make her feel like I am anything but head over heels in love with her and incredibly lucky to have her."

"Sid, be reasonable," Andi cajoled.

"This is me being reasonable," Sidney stood up, "If you have anything else to add, contact my manager or lawyer."

"Sid, let's talk," Jim pleaded, "What do you want us to do about the photos?”

"Don't do anything!" Sidney looked down and back at them, "Let them stay out there. I am not ashamed of them. Evie is here to stay. We'll be engaged by the end of the year and married next summer. I don't care if it makes people unhappy. I have sacrificed almost everything for these fans and this organization. I will not sacrifice her."

He took a deep breath, "Don't make me choose. I will choose her without blinking an eye and with no regrets. You either support me or start looking for another face of the franchise." He walked out of the room and slammed the door

Evie's cottage

"Mon Etoile?" he whispered as he walked in the door. He was uncertain if she was on a video call. He crept through the hall and paused at the door of the former playroom that had been transformed into her new home office. She spoke brightly, "Adriana- if you can get me that data by Monday morning, we can circle back on this topic at the next meeting. Great work today. Have a great night!"

She clicked the leave button and turned to face Sidney. "Sorry, I just had to wrap that up," she said as she got up to greet him. He forced a tight smile and she tilted her head. "Where have you been? I expected you after your skate," she questioned. 

"I got called to the front office for a quick meeting," he admitted, "Then I went up to Mount Washington to clear my head. I lost track of time."

"Clear your head? What sort of meeting?" She asked, "Was it about media day?" Sidney would be departing for a quick one day trip to Chicago in two days. It would be his eleventh media day so she didn't imagine he needed much guidance.

"No, it was about something else," he said quietly, "Are you done for the day? Let's go outside to chat."

"Let me wrap up and I will meet you out there," she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. 

Sidney stopped by the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and went outside. He placed the items on the table and sat on the swing. The gravity of the tense conversation earlier weighed on his mind. He desperately wanted to avoid this conversation with Evie, but remembered the disastrous consequences that last time he chose avoidance. He feared Evie's reaction. His heart broke when Amanda verbally attacked her. How can I explain this to her without making her feel guilty?

"Beso'' she said to him as she sat down next to him on the swing, "Everything okay?" He had zoned out while waiting for her and didn't hear her approach. He turned to look at her and tears came to his eyes. "Beso, what's wrong? Is it work? Did you get injured?" She asked softly.

"It's a little bit about work," he said as he handed her a glass of wine, "a little bit about us." 

"Tell me," she urged.

She listened intently as he explained the meeting and the existence of the photos and videos. She asked what the videos showed and he explained. "So no nudity and only the implications of sex?" she questioned. He affirmed her statement. "Photos and videos of us from Karaoke? From what angle?" she asked quietly. They both knew that she was asking if Amanda had taken them. 

"The back of Nate's head is in the shot," he answered and confirmed her suspicion. 

Evie pursed her lips together. "How is it about work? What did they say?" she continued.

"They want us," he began before he paused, "Me-they want me to be more discreet. They don't want more pictures to emerge." 

"Beso," she questioned as she swung her legs over his lap and rested her head against his chest, "Why did you tear up? Is something that you are not telling me?"

"It was a contentious conversation. I got pretty defensive and said some harsh things," he replied quietly, "I was afraid of your reaction."

Evie contemplated the situation before speaking, "I mean it's not ideal, but not unexpected, right? You are Sidney-fucking-Crosby. People are bound to gossip about you and me by proxy." Sidney looked down in anticipation of the shoe to drop. "People can say whatever they want, right. We know us. We know our love. Are you ashamed of the pictures?"

"Fuck no," he proclaimed.

"Then I am not either," she smiled. He breathed a sigh of relief as she snuggled into him. "So they are squashed for now, but may come out eventually?" She said as she wrapped her fingers around his. He nodded and kissed her hand. She smiled and rubbed his chest, "I will take the fall with your mom for the strip club, but you have to own the drive-in movie."

"Hey," he said, "It's not my fault you got bored and got wandering hands."

"It was the Fast and the Furious spin-off. There are only so many car chases I can endure before I lose interest," she smiled, "Besides, I wanted to show you that I know how to handle a stick shift."

"No doubt about that," he kissed her softly.

"Need a refresher?" she purred.

"Always," he smiled.

Friday, September 27th- Halifax International Airport

Sidney pulled into a parking spot at the private jet hanger and got out. He walked around and opened the car door for Evie. She held out her hand for him to take as she emerged from the car. She waited as he pulled out their overnight bag and garment bag. He handed them to the waiting jet attendant. She turned to look at the sun that was slowly rising on the horizon. The flight was a relatively short two hours, but the day would be non-stop once they arrived in Rimouski. From the airport, they would be shuttled to the hotel to have lunch and freshen up. From there, they would be taken to the arena where Sidney would participate in a press conference before the ceremony and game. 

He grabbed her hand and they walked to the steps. He paused at the bottom and turned to her. “Are you ready?” he smiled. 

“Ready to go Rimouski with my Oceanic prince? I can’t wait,” she teased, “Let’s get on the plane and get comfortable.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him. 

“There will be others on the plane, Evie,” he spat out. 

“And?” she asked. 

“So, no funny business when my mother is on the same plane,” he explained. 

“What funny business do you anticipate, Beso?” she laughed. 

“I am just setting expectations,” he pursed his lips together.

“I managed to behave myself on the way to and from San Jose. I think I can handle a little trip to Rimouski,” she crossed her arms. 

“Promise?” he asked nervously. 

She bopped his nose and started climbing the steps, “I think that you are protesting too much. Worry about behaving yourself.”

When she reached the top of the stairs, she discovered that the rest of the group had already boarded the plane. Two chairs remained open near the front of the jet. She turned to him as he walked in, “Look Beso- it seems like you are stuck sitting next to me. Don’t try to do any funny business and keep your hands to yourself.” 

Taylor yelled from the back of the plan, “Funny business? What sort of funny business? Ewwwwww, Sid!!!!”

Sidney’s mouth dropped and she plopped down in her chair. The rest of the plane erupted in a fit of giggles. He sat down and rubbed his palms on his thighs. Evie leaned over to kiss his cheek and he pulled away. "Beso?" she questioned, 'are you mad at me? It was just a joke.” 

He spoke softly, “I am not in a joking mood, Evie.”

She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by the cabin steward announcing the imminent departure. Instead she fastened her seatbelt and looked out the window. The jet began to taxi down the runway. When it made the turn onto the runway, she felt Sidney’s hand nudge her hand. She looked over and his hand was held open. Her eyes drifted up his arm and to his face. He mouthed the words “I love you” and wrapped his fingers between her fingers. Evie switched her body to lean into his side. She rested her head on his shoulder and squeezed his hand. The comfort of his presence eased her takeoff nervousness. She smiled as he kissed the top of her head. 

They spent the next ten minutes in comfortable silence. His thumb stroked hers and she nuzzled her nose into his arm. “Beso,” she finally spoke, “Why are you not in a joking mood? Are you not happy?”

“I am not sure why I don’t feel like joking. I SHOULD be happy. Everyone is coming together to celebrate me and I feel nervous,” he spoke softly- not wanting the conversation to be overhead. 

“Do you know what is making you nervous? Is it the speech?” she asked, “Do you want to practice?” 

“No, I think that I will be fine. I appreciate the offer. You are very sweet to me,” he smiled. 

“I would offer other relaxation methods but apparently we are in a funny business free zone. That Crosby runs a tight ship,” she joked, “Maybe later though? When I have you alone?”

He nodded his head in affirmation. She reached into her backpack and pulled out a set of laminated cards. Each card contained a picture of one of Rimouski team mates, coaches and other significant front office staff. Below the picture was their name, hometown, position and a notable stat about them. Sidney looked at the stack of cards and up at her as she pulled her tray table into position. Methodically, she separated the stack into categories- coaches, staff and teammates. The teammate stack was then split into forwards and defense goalies. “What are you doing, Mon Etoile?” he asked finally, “That’s a lot of cards you have there.”

“I am studying, Beso,” she answered his question as if it were completely as obvious as the sky is blue. 

“Studying my teammates? Really?” he questioned in a mixture of surprise and pride. 

“Of course, they are important to you so I want to know them,” she said as her space between her eyebrows creased in focus, “I am worried because I couldn’t find current pictures for a lot of these guys. They are about as active on social media as you.”

“How long have you been studying?” he asked. 

“I don’t know- since you asked me to come with you in June,” she answered, “Will you quiz me?” He looked at her, opened his mouth to speak and then closed it. “What?” she asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?” His hand went to her neck and pulled her head to him. He kissed her gently at first, but let the passion build into a deeper kiss. When he pulled back, Evie was breathless. “Beso,” she murmured, “You are making the no funny business thing really difficult. Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“A whole year- I’ve known you for a whole year and you continue to surprise me.” he whispered, “Of course I will quiz you if you want to study. Can I offer a suggestion?” She nodded her head. “Let me go through the cards. Not all of them were invited and/or are coming. No need to study people who you won’t meet,” he suggested. He quickly sorted through the sixty cards and eliminated the cards to a more manageable number of thirty. 

“Now let’s go- round one,” he instructed. Evie was able to get 27 out of the thirty on the first round. By the third round, she had a perfect “score”. They both let out a little cheer which drew the attention of the plane. 

Rimouski airport

The group was joined at the airport by a camera crew who documented the day for Rimouski hockey club. Evie was careful to select the seat that would keep her out of the shots of Sidney as they drove through and he spoke about his memories of the town. She also stayed out of the shots when they unloaded their luggage at the hotel. 

After a catered lunch in a small ballroom, Sidney and Evie retreated to their hotel room. Evie giggled when she noticed that their room was not on the same floor and/or wing of the hotel as his parents and Taylor or the friends from Halifax that had joined them. When Evie went to unpack Sidney’s bags, he shooed her away. “I got it, Evie,” he urged her, “Focus on your own stuff.” 

“But I always unpack your things, Beso,” she argued, “What are you hiding?” Her eyes got wide and she laughed. “Did you bring toys?” she giggled, “You did, didn’t you!”

Sidney shook his head and laughed, “Princess, you know better than to ask.”

Evie stuck her tongue out at him and resumed her unpacking. Sidney breathed a sigh of relief as he unpacked his suit. 

Once they unpacked, Evie collapsed onto the bed while Sidney fielded a ton of texts and calls from friends he would see later that night. Soon, Evie grew restless. “Beso,” she called out, “Can you quiz me again?” He stood in the doorway of the bathroom and leaned against the frame. His head shook from side to side. "Umm" she called out, "Do you want to practice your speech?" Again, he shook his head no as he walked toward the bed. He crawled onto the bed with a look of mischief in his eyes. “What do you want to do?” she asked coyly. 

“I believe you offered alternative relaxation techniques on the plane,” he teased as he kissed her neck. 

She laughed, “Yes, I have a manual or oral technique that I can offer you.”

“I was thinking of a more mutually beneficial technique,” he suggested as he slid his thigh between her legs. 

“Oh yes, that is an option as well. It does require more clean up afterwards though,” she cautioned. 

He pressed himself into her and she moaned, "yes, let's go with option."

Afterwards, Sidney waited until he heard Evie's soft snore before he shimmied his arm from underneath her body. She let out a soft whine as he placed pillows behind her. He grabbed his pants from the floor. He went to the closet and turned to make sure that she was asleep. He reached into his duffle bag, pulled out the box and slipped out of the room. 

He put his head down and walked to his parent's room. He knocked softly, "It's me, Sid." His father opened the door and Sidney entered quickly. 

His mom casually rested on the bed, reading a book. His father went back to the bed and sat next to her, “What’s up? Everything okay with Evie?” 

Sidney smiled, “Yeah, she’s fine- a little nervous about meeting the guys but she’ll be fine…..” His voice trailed off and suddenly it felt hard to breathe. He looked up to keep his composure.

“Sid?” his mother asked, “Are you okay? Are you nervous about tonight?”

His mother’s voice had a calming effect on him and he felt his breath return to normal. “I am okay, but nervous about tonight-yes.” 

“Nervous about the crowd? The speech?” she asked. He shook his head no. His heart raced and he felt sweat beginning to form. “Sid?” she asked nervously.

“I am nervous about this,” he said quietly and reached into his pocket. He drew out the black leather box embossed with the jewelry store name. His parent’s eyes went to the box as he opened it. The emerald and diamond ring sparkled despite the dim light of the room.  His mother’s eyes met his and she brought her hand to her mouth. She got up to examine the ring closely. 

“May I?” she spoke softly as Troy watched on. She gingerly pulled the ring out and studied it. “Why didn’t you choose a diamond?” she questioned then looked up, “I mean I am assuming that this is an engagement ring. Those are usually diamonds.”

“When we talked about rings, she said no diamonds for the engagement ring. She wants a diamond for the wedding ring,” Sidney stammered, suddenly doubting his selection. 

“It’s perfect for her,” Troy finally broke his silence, “It’s dazzling but still simple and refined- just like her.” Sidney smiled at his father’s reassurance. “She is going to love it,” he continued, “You’re nervous about the ring or something else?”

“Everything,” he sighed, “I have been looking forward to this day for so long and now that’s it is here….”

Trina’s eyes flashed up, “Wait, you have been looking forward to the day because of the ceremony or ……” The meaning behind Sidney’s words caught her to her brain. “You’re asking her tonight?” she looked up into his eyes. He nodded his head up and down. She wrapped him in a tight hug, “Ohhhhh, I don’t know what to say. My baby is going to get engaged. Troy, our baby is getting engaged.” 

Troy smiled, “Trina, we have known this was going to happen since Christmas. It’s hardly a surprise.” 

Sidney’s head swiveled, “You have known that long? I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to say anything. Anyone with eyes can see that you two belong together,” his father spoke emphatically

“Are you happy?” he whispered in his mother’s ear. 

“So happy,” she beamed, “emotional, but happy.” 

“Do you know what you are going to say?” she stepped back, “What am I thinking? Of course you do.”

“What do you need from us?” his father asked, “When are you doing it?”

They discussed Sidney’s plan of action and he made his requests. Ten minutes later, Sidney was sneaking back into his room. He slid on the bed and she spoke softly, “Where did you go, Beso? Are you okay?” 

He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her to him, “I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk, but I missed you so I came back.” 

“Try to get some rest, Beso,” she yawned, “It’s going to be a long night.”

"Don't forget the film crew will be here at four thirty to get shots of me getting dressed. We need to be ready to go before then," he instructed.

An hour later, Sidney lifted his head off the pillow in a panic. The room was dark and quiet. He scrambled for his phone to check the time. It was a little after four. He set the phone down and sighed. He heard the sounds of Evie moving around in the bathroom. “Mon Etoile,” he called out, “Can you start the shower for me?” She didn’t respond but he heard the water start. He brought his forearm to cover his eyes and thought about the night. The anxiety building in him was unanticipated. “Breathe,” he told himself, “Breathe and do one thing at a time.”

The plan worked well while he was on the bed. However, when he opened the door to find Evie leaning over the counter applying her mascara, his breath escaped him. She was partially dressed in a matching bra and panty set. It was the thigh high stockings that took his breath away again. The exposed part of the skin called to him and he walked to her. His hand rubbing the top of her thigh and up under her panties to caress her ass. “Beso,” she smiled, “You like?” 

“How am I supposed to concentrate knowing this is under your dress?” he growled as he placed his hands on her hips. He jerked her hips back to press against him. She looked up at his reflection as she felt the evidence of his arousal. “Answer me, Princess,” he demanded. Suddenly he felt the anxiety dissipate as he squeezed her hips. 

“You should probably do something about that if you are distracted. Perhaps you should have a little snack to tide you over until later tonight,” she answered, “Tonight after the ceremony and the game, you can have the full meal.” Their eyes locked in the mirror. His hand roamed in between the silk fabric and her warm, yet wet folds. His fingers explored momentarily before his thumbs slid under the fabric and brought the panties down. 

His hands went to her bare ass and kneaded the soft flesh. “Brace yourself, Princess,” he demanded, “This is going to be rough.” Her hands gripped the counter as he thrust into her. “Fuuuuuuck,” he gasped, “You take me so well. You’re such a good girl and take me so well.” He set a deliberate pace as he fucked the anxiety out of him. This- Evie’s willingness to offer her body to him to meet his insatiable need. It was confirmation it was the perfect time and place. He exploded into her and collapsed against her back. He showered her soft skin with kisses. “Thank you,” he whispered, “Thank you, Princess.”

They stood still for a moment, enjoying the physical and emotional connection. Their bliss was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. They looked up in panic before Evie collapsed in a fit of giggles. “Beso,” she instructed, “Get in the shower. I will stall them. Go, go, go!” She cleaned herself to the best of her ability before she threw on her dress and shoes. She threw her lipstick and jewelry into her purse.  'I will go hang out with Tay while you film this,’ she called as scurried to answer the door. 

She knocked on Taylor’s door and rushed in when she opened the door. “Can I finish getting ready here?” Evie panted, “The film crew is in our room.”

“Sure,” Taylor said as she went back to finish her make-up, “Why are your cheeks so flushed though?” Evie paused and didn’t say anything. “Ewwwww, Evie!” Taylor screamed, “That is so nasty.” 

Evie busted out in a fit of giggles, “Oh you don’t even know….”

THIRTY MINUTES LATER

Sidney’s legs bounced restlessly in the SUV as they drove. Evie sat in the back between Trina and Taylor, mindful to be out of the camera shot. “We’re late,” Sidney announced to the car in general, “We’re late.” 

Evie resisted the urge to smart back “Do you think they will start without you?” She was tempted to add a little extra oomph to the play she anticipated after the ceremony and game. She knew that he would need the release and was convinced he had brought an arsenal of toys in his bags that he was trying to keep hidden. It was the only thing that made sense to her. Instead she stuck her tongue at him when he made direct eye contact with her. 

When the entourage walked into the arena, Sidney gripped Evie’s hand tight. They were greeted and given an overview of the detailed schedule. Everything was timed to the minute. “Mr. Crosby, come this way and we’ll get you ready for the press,” Fred, the team representative said. Sidney nodded his head and glanced at his family and friends. He took two steps before turning back to Evie. He gave her a quick kiss and she whispered, “Beso, breathe. I love you.” 

“Love you more,” he whispered back and turned to make the long trek to the area where the media were gathered. 

During the press conference, Evie and Trina stood in the back of the room. Evie grinned from ear to ear as she watched Sidney effortlessly answer question after question. When he showed signs of emotion, she mentally sent him a hug. She looked down to gather her emotions. When she looked up, their eyes met. He smiled, took a deep breath, relaxed his shoulders and continued. It was a “blink and you miss it” moment but his mother saw it. She reached for Evie’s hand and squeezed. “Our guy is doing well, eh?” Trina whispered, “You are helping him, Evie. You are helping him.”

There was a whirlwind of activity after the press conference. Invited guests gathered in a large room. Sidney laughed and greeted his former teammates. He stood proudly by Evie as she greeted each of them by name. Good natured ribbing became the theme of the conversations as each questioned how Darryl was able to land such a beauty. Sidney took it all in stride. He beamed with pride as she was accepted into their tight knit group with such ease. Amongst the group, there was chatter about the couple with the consensus being that Darryl had found a remarkable woman. Fred gathered the family to guide them to the tunnel that they would be entering the arena. 

“Excuse me,” Evie said meekly, “Can you show me where I will be sitting for the ceremony? Do I stay here in the tunnel or will someone show me up to the suite?”

Fred looked up in shock and stammered, “No, Mr. Crosby instructed us to put you on the stage. You will be in between his sister and him for the ceremony.” He turned to Sidney for confirmation. 

Sidney simply nodded and smiled, “I thought I told you that you would be onstage.”

Evie panicked, “On the stage where everyone can see me? I’ll be in the video. I will be in the video, Beso. What will the Penguins say?” Her mind raced back to the instructions to both of them to “dial it back”. 

“Breathe- breathe. It will be okay,” Sidney placed a hand on her back, “I need you to be beside me.” 

She smiled softly, “Okay, Beso”

Walking into the arena was a surreal moment. The wall of applause hit her like a tidal wave and knocked the breath out of her lungs. The energy was palpable and it made her smile. When Sidney was announced, her grin grew bigger. He walked into the arena with his usual waddle that she found adorable. In her mind, he seemed like a conquering hero coming back to his adoring public. She could feel his anxiety under the surface. It was imperceptible to anyone but those closest to him. When he reached his family, he gave each of them a hug. “I am so glad that you are here,” he whispered in her ear as he squeezed her briefly. 

When he sat down, he reached for her hand. His thumb drew random patterns on her skin as they listened to the speakers and watched videos of his time in the city. The sight of young Sidney brought tears to her eyes. She looked at him. He felt her eyes on his face and turned to her. He flashed a smile that made her stomach do a flip flop. 

The rest of the ceremony passed by in a blur. Sidney’s speech went off without a hitch. He did choke up at one point. He paused while his eyes searched for Evie's face. She smiled and gave him a quick thumbs up. He gave a slight nod and continued.

When they walked out of the arena, Evie squealed as Sidney picked up and swung her around. "Are you sad that I didn't mention you by name?" he questioned.

"Beso, of course not. This was about acknowledging the people from that time. I am a newbie." she laughed, "I am beyond happy. My cheeks are numb from smiling so much. I am so proud of you. I am so,so proud of you."

After the game, she joined Sidney where he spoke to the group. When he asked if there were questions, the captain worked up the nerve to ask, "What do we need to do to get a gorgeous girl like her?" he nodded his head toward Evie. 

She looked around the room to see twenty looks of adoration staring back at her. Sidney chuckled and thought to himself, "You couldn't handle her if you tried." He paused before he answered, "First, you have to become a man worthy of her attention. Then you have to have the willingness to treat her like the princess that she is. It is not for the faint of heart, but I'll tell you boys, it is worth it. Believe me, find a woman like her and hold on for dear life." Evie blushed.

“Back off boys,” he laughed as the team insisted on Evie being in the group picture. After the picture was taken, they exited the locker room. Troy and Trina waited outside. Troy casually said, “All set?” Sidney’s eyebrows raised to acknowledge his father’s message. The plan was set and ready to go. 

Evie turned left to make their way back up stairs. Sidney pulled her hand in the other direction, “I want to take another look at the rink before we go. Soak up as many memories as possible.” She smiled and followed his lead. Carefully he guided her to the Rimouski bench and they sat down. The rink was shrouded in darkness with sporadic lighting, including one shining down on the bench. 

Evie scooted over to Sidney and rested her head on his shoulder. It was their first moment alone since they had been so rudely interrupted by the film crew in the hotel room. “Beso, did you have a good time tonight? Was it everything that you thought it was going to be?” she said as reached for his hand.

“It could not have gone better,” he took her hand in his hand, “I can not tell you how much it meant to me that you were here. It was dicey a couple of times, but I looked at you and the nerves vanished. You make everything better, Evie”

“Awwwww, Beso,” she soothed, “You make everything better, too. I was just proud of you. I was so proud to be by your side.”

“Speaking of by my side,” he began as he slid off the bench and onto one knee.

“Beso! Sidney!” Evie gasped, “What are you doing? Is this it? Are you proposing?” Her eyes grew wide and her heart raced. “Sidney, no….” she stuttered, “no….. This is your day, Beso. Today is about you. Oh my god, Beso- is this it? Is this really it?” Her eyes filled with tears and her hands went to his cheeks. 

He placed his hands over hers and removed them. “Evie, Evie,” he soothed, “I love you, but you need to be quiet now. I need you to be quiet. Can you do that for me, my princess?” His voice was low and tender. She nodded her head furiously. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was just seconds. “I had a speech all prepared,” he smiled, “I practiced it for months and now I can’t remember a word of it.”

“You practiced a speech for me?” she gushed, “for months?”

“Since the Neuschwanstein Castle,” he explained. They both laughed at the memory of Evie’s excitement when he bent down to one knee on the bridge.

“I don’t need a speech, Beso,” she smiled. 

“Dammit, Evie, you are getting the damn speech,” he squeezed her hands together, “Give me a minute.”

“I’ll wait forever,” she said as she caressed his cheek.

Sidney took in a deep breath and began, “Evie, I have known that I wanted to marry you since last fall. It was in the middle of that long road trip. You remember- before I told you that I loved you? At first, I couldn't admit that I was in love. Once I could, I knew it wasn't just a love affair. I knew that I could see my future with you.”

“Suddenly, everything became crystal clear. It was clear to me that I was drawn to you from the moment I set eyes on you for a reason. You are everything that I longed for in a partner even if I didn’t know it at the beginning. Our undeniable passion turned into an unbreakable love. You challenged me and helped me grow into a man that can love deeply. I have been a good son, a good teammate and a good friend my entire life. You showed me how to be a good man. You opened a whole new side of myself that I would never have believed existed.”

“Evie, the first time that I came to Rimouski, I had no idea how much of an impact it would make on me. I didn’t know that I would leave with life long friends and start on a journey that would eventually bring me to you. It seemed  natural  that on a day when I came back to where it all started that I officially start our journey.”

“We’ve been on this journey for a little over a year. We have had our ups and downs, but we have never given up on each other and this love that we have created. Everyday I love you more. Every day I discover something new about myself or you that just confirms it. You are the one for me, Evie. You love me without judgment. You accept me with all of my flaws. You push me to be a WHOLE person instead of the robot I had become.” 

“Evelyn Rose Montgomery, Evita, mon Etoile, my princess, my baby girl and my love, will you give me the greatest honor and be my wife? Will you marry me?” he finished. 

Evie blinked slowly. Truthfully, every word after “Evie, I have…” had become static as she focused on his mouth and his face. “It’s happening,” was the refrain that swirled in her head. “It’s happening,” she repeated, “and I cannot be happier.” She saw that his lips had stopped moving. She waited for a moment and he pressed his lips together. He shook her hands, “Evie, did you hear me? Will you marry me?” The last four words penetrated the fog in her brain. “Will you marry me?” - the words she had longed to hear since he had made his intentions known in Cole Harbour. “Will you marry me?” - the words she thought she was going to hear outside of the castle in Germany. “Will you marry me?”- the four words that would change her life forever. “Evie,” her brain screamed, “answer the damn question.”

“Yes,” she finally choked out, “Yes, yes, yes!” Each yes got a little louder. The final yes was a loud, booming sound. “Yes, Sidney,” she hollered, “Yes, I will marry you!” She stood up and jumped up and down. He got off of his knee and wrapped his arms around her. “Omg, Sidney! We are engaged. We are engaged!” she screamed in happiness. Then it dawned on her, “Wait, shouldn’t there be a ring?” 

He set her down and beamed at her. Tears of happiness streamed down their faces. “Beso?” she asked, “Did you decide not to get me a ring? I thought that is what we talked about in Germany." He looked confused. She sang, "If you liked it, then you shoulda put a ring on it, right? If you liked it, you should have put on a ring on it."

"The ring! I forgot the damn ring!" he yelled, "Sit down. Let me do it again." She sat down and smiled.

He got on one knee and pulled out the black leather ring box, "Okay, from the beginning- Evie, I have…."

"You don't have to do the whole thing again, Beso," she interjected.

"Evie," he said with a smile, "I am Sidney Fucking Crosby."

"You don't do anything half-assed," she finished his sentence, "Okay, from the beginning." Evie tried to focus on his words this time, but her brain was far too jumbled to listen.

He opened the box to reveal the emerald and diamond ring, "Evie, will you marry me?"

"Yes," she gushed, "I can't wait to marry you." Her eyes left his face and went down to the ring. She studied it as he slid it on her finger. He glanced up for her reaction. The ring was the final piece that he felt uncertainty about. "I love it, Beso. I love it so much. I could not find a more perfect ring."

Suddenly the arena filled with music. He pulled her up into his arms as the song "At Last" started. "May I have this dance?" he asked.

"Yes," she grinned, "You can have all my dances from here to eternity." She rested her head on this chest as they danced slowly. "I can't believe it," she brought her hand to his chest to stare at her new ring. It sparkled under the light. "We're engaged. We're really engaged," she gushed, "It was even better than I dreamed.

He kissed the top of her head as the song ended. Her head popped up, "We need to tell your parents," she gasped. He turned her around and pointed to the space between the two benches where Taylor, Trina and Troy Crosby stood. Evie screamed, "We're engaged! He asked me. I can't believe he asked me." 

They made their way onto the bench and enveloped Evie into a tight group hug. "We are thrilled for you both," Trina said with a shaky voice, "I don't know why I am so emotional." They stood there for a full minute as the Crosbys embraced Evie who was one step closer to becoming an official family member.

"Uhhh, guys?" Taylor choked out, "I hate to break up this beautiful moment, but I can't breathe." Slowly they separated.

"So how did he ask?" Trina asked.

"You didn't hear?" Evie responded in confusion.

"No," Sidney replied, "They gave us privacy until the music started. That was their cue to come in."

"Oh," she blushed, "You had quite the plan, huh?"

"Yes," he answered emphatically. He pointed to the photographer who was poised with his camera from the tunnel. Then he patted his microphone pack and the camera crew that had been following them all day. 

"Wait, there is a video of it?" She asked.

"Yes, I thought you might want to watch it again. Also you can show Adriana and Mateo because they couldn't be here," he answered.

"They knew?" She smiled, "those sneaky sneaks! Who else? Who else knew?"

"Ummm, Geno and Kris," he started to list off names, "Fred obviously and Mike too" 

She turned to Troy, "When did you two find out?"

He laughed, "This afternoon- I think because he couldn't trust THAT one not to squeal." His head nodded toward Trina who swatted his arm.

Then she turned to Taylor, "and you?"

The blonde laughed, "In August when Sidney designed the ring. Remind me to tell you that story one day. I thought he was going to have a heart attack that day."

She looked down at her ring, "You designed it yourself. Really?" Her eyes filled with tears.

He wiped her eyes and smiled, "None of the rings they had were perfect. It had to be perfect for my princess. I had help, but I made the decisions." He kissed her gently and pulled her into a hug. "Not to be bossy," he joked, "but we have a few people upstairs waiting to congratulate us." 

The group headed back to the party room. Just as Sidney and Evie were about to enter the room, she pulled him back. "Sidney," she questioned, "so it was the ring that you were hiding in your duffle bag?"

"Yeah," he answered, "Did you really think I brought toys?"

She blushed, "I thought you came prepared to play tonight. Wishful thinking I suppose."

"Be careful," Sidney looked around, "I still have microphone on, Evie"

She zipped her lips, "So no dirty talk from me. My lips are sealed."

"Only until I get this off," he retorted.

"Then you can get me off? She laughed.

"EVIE!" he screamed.

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[ahockeywrites]

quick - nico hischier

pairing: fem!reader x nico hischier word count: 1.4k warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), no foreplay apologies, this is a quickie. thanks to the anon who requested this

You rounded the corner, the skirt of your sundress riding dangerously high on your thigh. Your arms were covered with a black blazer and around your neck hung your credentials. Social Media Manager for the New Jersey Devils. 

You had started the job following your graduation from Rutgers and loved every minute of it. From taking photos of the players during warm ups, to subjecting them to silly TikTok videos. It was something you could never take for granted.

It was game day and you were running around making sure that all the right information was with the right people. You had become friends with some of the broadcasters and knew who to give little bits of random information to, so they could drop things in during the show. 

You continued walking down the corridor to your office, heels clicking against the floor making your presence known. Everyone who worked for the Devils was incredibly nice and you were so thankful because when you did a Summer Placement, it was anything but.

The door to your office opened with a groan, reminding you that you needed to grease up the hinges soon because it would drive you insane if you didn’t. You sat down in your chair, logging into your computer so you could quickly tweet out some pre game graphics and interact with the fans.

A knock on the door of your office took your attention away from the tweet you were composing, one about the NJ Devil running around Prudential Center with a drum, terrorising different members of the team.

“Come in,” you called out and Nico Hischier entered your office. You didn’t usually do the walk in videos so seeing him in a suit was a completely different side of him that you hadn’t seen before. His hair was well styled and his suit fit around his muscles perfectly, accentuating them in the best way.

“How can I help,” you asked, undoing the button of your jacket and taking it off. Nico’s gaze remained on your face, no matter how much he wanted to look down. The captain had a crush on you from the first time you walked in the door. At first he thought it was just a harmless crush, one that would go away after a few nights between the sheets with someone. 

It didn’t. It made him want to spend more time with you. So every time you needed someone to take part in a TikTok challenge, or an interview for the YouTube channel, he’d volunteer. It didn’t stop the other players on the team teasing him. They all knew that he had a crush on you and it was something they wanted to try and facilitate. 

Then there was the night out. The one time you had gone out with the team after a game, rather than with your friends as usual. He watched as you took shots with Jack and downed a beer faster than he had ever seen. The way you looked into his eyes as you drank your pornstar Martini, licking your lips after each sip. Nico’s cock hardened just thinking about it.

“Just wondering if you’d be sitting on the bench during warm ups,” he asked innocently, batting his eyelashes. You refrained from rolling your eyes because he already knew the answer.

“Yes cap,” you saluted him in response. “I will be there, as I always am.” You pushed your chair behind yourself,  stood up and walked around to the front of your desk to stand face to face with the Swiss man. Even in your heels, Nico was still taller than you. 

“Anything else?” You asked as you cocked your head to the side. There must be another reason for him stopping by. He wouldn’t just stop by your office for no reason. Would he?

“You look really good today,” he complimented as he looked you up and down, taking in the flowery dress you had chosen to wear for the matinee game. “You always look good.”

“Thank you,” you replied not really knowing what else to say. 

“Ever since you walked into the press room the first time, I’ve thought you were beautiful. This dress really brings out your eyes,” Nico continued. “And your lips.”

He inched closer to you, not wanting to encroach on your space too quickly, giving you the opportunity to turn him down. 

“And then that night at the bar, your cheetah print skirt,” he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck as he spoke. “You looked so happy.”

You craned your neck up to look Nico in the eyes. “I was happy,” you told him. “Because you were there.”

“Fuck,” he cursed. “You don’t know how you make me feel princess.”

“I think I can see,” your gaze dropped to his pants and the bulge that you could see.

“We have 20 minutes until I need to be downstairs getting ready,” he told you as the hand that was around your neck made its way down your back to rest on the curve of your ass.

“I need to be down in 10,” you replied, leaning in so your lips were millimetres apart. All it would take is one move, from either of you, and you would be kissing.

Nico took the initiative and pressed his lips to yours, starting with a few gentle kisses that turned passionate quickly. His hands didn’t know where to go, all he wanted to do was touch you, feel you.

“Wait,” you pulled away. Nico pouted, lips red from your lipstick. “Let me lock the door.” 

Ah, Nico thought, that made sense. Neither of you would want someone walking in on what was about to happen. 

As soon as you locked the door and turned back around, his lips were back on yours, tongue poking past your lips and into your mouth. Your hands found his hair, tugging, wanting more.

Nico pushed you against the wall, starting a trail of kisses down your neck to the tops of your breasts. “Been thinking about these for months,” he admitted.

“Fuck, we have to make this quick,” Nico groaned as he yanked down his slacks and boxers in one go, the red tip of his cock leaking pre-cum. Your lips attacked his neck with kisses, you couldn’t leave a mark on him, someone would notice.

“I got tested last week, all negative, have the coil,” you got out between kisses.

“Mine was two days ago, all negative too,” he replied. “You want this?” You nodded faster than you ever had in your life.

“Jump princess,” he whispered into your ear and you obeyed. Your legs wrapped around him and with a little shuffling, he sunk himself inside you fully. Your lips found his once more. 

His hands settled on your hips and he slowly started to thrust up into you, keeping you pinned in place. You kicked off your shoes which allowed you to dig your heels into Nico’s firm ass. 

One of his large hands found their way under the skirt of your dress, in search of your clit. He found it faster than anyone else other than yourself had and Nico almost came when he heard your sweet moans of please as he rubbed the bud. 

“C’mon baby,” he continued the strategic rubbing of your clit with the pounding of your pussy and your mind started to become fuzzy as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release.

“Fuck, I’m gonna,” you gasped as Nico started sinking his teeth into your neck, not even thinking about the marks he was making. 

“Come for me princess,” he groaned, holding back his release that was imminent.

You listened and your head threw itself back whilst your eyes rolled back. Stars filled your vision as you reached your climax, hands pulling at Nico’s hair which was certain to be a mess.

You could feel your heart beating hard but it was nothing compared to the force of Nico’s final few thrusts and the feeling of his release coating your walls. Sweat graced both of your foreheads but that didn’t stop you leaning in and pressing some more kisses to his lips.

“Fuck princess,” he moaned, voice low and deep. “Let me clean you up.” He pulled himself out of you, still holding you up against the wall with his arms, and you whined at the loss of him.

He carried you over and placed you on your desk before grabbing some tissues that were in a box on the wooden surface. Nico quickly wiped between your legs before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Sweets, you need to head downstairs,” he informed you. All you could do is shake your head.

“I can barely walk, I’ll be Bambi in my shoes,” you groaned.

“Should have thought about that before you let me fuck you silly.”

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[itsjusthockey]

Nights Like These - Jack Hughes

Summer Series Open Now

And another one...enjoy

Send in your requests, I'm super excited

w.c: 1,266

“We’ll be ready in a minute,” you hear Jack yell from the bedroom as you frantically apply a thick layer of mascara. “(Y/N) is just taking forever.”

You can hear his smirk through the last part, and you’re really hoping that he can see you flick him off through the doorway.

“Sorry, I was informed we were going out thirty seconds ago.” You throw on some deodorant as Jack walks into the bathroom shirtless.

“Don’t be annoyed at me,” he moves behind you in the mirror, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I was planning on having an eventful night in. You’re the one who said you’d love to accompany my brothers to the bar.”

You roll your eyes because he’s right, but who could blame you? When Quinn had said it’d been a while since you’d had a drink together, you’d practically run up the stairs to get ready. It isn’t very often that the Hughes brothers express love, and that was Quinn’s way of telling you he’s missed you dearly.

“I know. I’m sorry I wrecked your evening plans; one of these nights, we’ll be alone.”

A smile tugs on Jack's face, and he plants a quick kiss on your shoulder and smacks your ass as he leaves the bathroom, presumably to find some clothing.

A few minutes later, with a final touch of lipgloss and some sprits of perfume, you deem yourself ready to face the Michigan Summer crowd. You step out of the bathroom, and Jack catches your attention and does a little spin.

“This fine?” He gestures to his outfit.

You nod, throwing on your sneakers and grabbing one of Jack's sweatshirts for later. Soon, the two of you make your way downstairs, where Quinn and Luke are sitting on the couch watching something.

Quinn is the first to notice your presence, and his eyes widen in mock surprise. "About time. I’m surprised Jack actually managed to find someone who takes longer than him to get ready.

You scoff at the comment. “Well, Q, not all of us can be as naturally adorable as you are.”

Quinn rolls his eyes at your response, and the banter continues as you all head out to your favorite summer bar. When you get there, it’s pretty busy, but the night is still young. You manage to find a booth in a cozy corner, the perfect vantage point to observe the bar's vibrant energy.

“Everyone wants the usual?” Quinn asks, pulling out his card.

A chorus of yeses is heard, and he makes his way away from the table toward the bar. A few minutes later, he returns, drinks in hand, and you dive into everything you all have missed about each other's lives.

Less than half an hour later, the night takes a busy turn. The decently lively bar has become ridiculously crowded, and you’re overlooking the crowd wondering how the hell you’re going to make it to the bar.

“We need refills,” you shake your empty glass, eyeing the crowd. “but I’m not sure if we can wade through the masses.”

You scoot up a little bit to get a better vantage point, and once you do, you see a small opening in the sea of people leading to the bar.

“I see a path. It’s go time.”

You’re quick to slide out of the booth, Jack following behind. As you navigate through the crowded bar, carefully maneuvering between people, Jack's hand remains securely in your belt loop, ensuring he doesn't lose sight of you. Finally reaching the bar, your favorite waitress spots you and approaches with a warm smile.

“Another round?" she asks, her voice barely audible over the music and the noise.

You nod eagerly, handing her Jack's shiny black card; you playfully remark, "I love paying with your card. Makes me feel not poor."

Jack chuckles, leaning in to give you a quick peck on your pout. "You're not poor. You're just in college. Besides, what's mine is yours."

You playfully jab his ribs in response, savoring the feeling of being with him. The pretty waitress swiftly returns with your drinks, and after signing the bill and leaving a generous tip, you lead Jack back toward your cozy corner booth.

As you return to the table with the freshly replenished drinks, the wild energy of the bar surrounds you once again. The music seems to have gotten louder, and the crowd has grown even more lively. You finally settle back into your booth, Jack's arm wrapped securely around your shoulder, when you suddenly realize you must pee.

You lean towards your boyfriend's ear, “Let me free. I have to pee.”

He drops his arm, but before you can fully move, he interjects.

“I’ll come with.”

You nod, tell the others where you’re off to, and return to navigating through the crowded bar. When you reach the bathrooms, you almost groan when you see the line for the women’s stretches far beyond what you anticipated.

“Fuck, I have to pee so bad.” You complain.

You sigh again, accepting defeat, and get in the line, watching as your boyfriend steps into the men’s bathroom and reappears in front of you a second later.

“Go.”

He nods his head toward the men’s bathroom, standing protectively in front of the door, creating a barrier between you and anyone else. You shoot him a grateful smile and a quick peck on the cheek before slipping inside the bathroom.

You’re done a minute later, and you emerge from the bathroom feeling better than ever. As you exit, you find Jack waiting patiently, a small grin on his face.

“Mission accomplished?" he asks, offering you his arm.

“Mission accomplished," you confirm, linking your arm with his.

Together, you make your way back to the table where Quinn and Luke are both talking about something related to hockey. You’re the first to notice that the night has taken its toll, and everyone is starting to wind down.

After a minute of sitting, you all decide it's time to call it a night, having had your fill of laughter and drinks. The bar has become even more crowded, and the air is thick with a mix of music and voices, and you’re honestly sick of people. So, you bid farewell to the vibrant atmosphere, weaving your way through the crowd, and step out into the cool night.

Arm in arm, you and Jack make your way to the car, the others trailing behind. The drive home is filled with comfortable silence and the soft hum of the radio. As you arrive home, Jack parks the car, and you make your way inside, hand in hand.

Once you step through the door, Jack is quick to snake his arm around your waist.

“How about we ditch these losers and head upstairs.”

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you nod in agreement. You both make your way to the bedroom and have a quick shower, much to Jack's dismay and soon you’re slipping under the bed's covers.

Once you’re in, Jack pulls you into him, and you settle yourself into his warm embrace. You stay that way for a while, and pretty soon, you realize you’re losing the battle to the sleep demons.

Jack, of course, has already lost and is already knocked out. You smile at his serene state, knowing he always sleeps better when you’re with him. You gently peck his nose, watching as it scrunches up a bit, and settle deeper into his hold. It’s been a long day, and now, you’ll sleep.

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[idontgiveaflyinggrayson69]

and we're taking parking lot risks

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & KO / @thirteenisles

Tagging: @smileysvech @pyotrkochetkov @hoesforthecanes @hockeywritingcollection

Relationship: Andrei x Kat

Warning: Smut. Unprotected sex. Daddy kink. Sexual choking

Summary: Andrei deserves a little treat after his first game back.

Word Count: 4k

Comments: Yes, I know this is late and now he’s out AGAIN. But let’s not focus on that and instead focusing on how happy he and Kat were when he came back (the first time). xx

(gif by Queen Katie @pyotrkochetkov, i couldn't find it in the search and i HAD to use this gif because HE'S FLEXING HIS TITTIES LIKE FUCK DREI)

Kat pulled her hand from Andrei’s to lean against the hood of his lambo and she bit her lip as she gripped his tie and pulled him closer. “You should fuck me here,” she told him and ran her other hand down his chest to palm him through his slacks.

His jaw went slack as his eyes widened. “In the garage?”

She shook her head as she hummed. “No, let’s drive out to the main parking lot and you can fuck me on the hood of your lambo. How does that sound, big boy?”

Andrei raised his brows, but the corner of his lip twitched up as he bit his lip before he cupped her throat and kissed her deeply. He swallowed her moan and pressed himself flush against her. “I have no idea what I did to deserve you,” he said against her lips.

“I ask myself the same thing,” she replied, voice muffled by his lips, and she tried to pull him closer by his tie. “Would it help to know I’m not wearing panties?”

There was nothing gentle about the way Andrei hiked her dress up her hips and pushed her legs open before he groaned loudly. She wasn’t kidding. “Fuck me, kisa,” he groaned.

“I’m trying,” she giggled. “Lots of time to make up for. And lots to celebrate.” Her smile softened as she ran her hand up to cup the back of his neck, “it was really nice to see you on the ice again, Drei.”

He hummed but didn’t pull his eyes from her pussy as he bit his lip. She hadn’t let him go down on her since he cut his chin open, and he wondered if he’d be able to convince her to let him eat her pussy tonight. But Kat tugged at his hair and forced his gaze up as she gave him a stern look. “Don’t even think about it. You got stitches on your chin; we’re not risking an infection.”

Andrei rolled his eyes and mumbled his displeasure in Russian. “Killin’ me, kisa. You know how much I love being right here,” he said and cupped her pussy in his big hand.

She was already wet for him; she had been for most the game thinking about her plan and she moaned softly. “I love it just the same, but you just got back on the ice, baby. I don’t need to be blamed for an infection because someone got cum in their stitches.”

“Would be worth it,” he mumbled and easily pressed two thick fingers into her, and he smirked when she gasped loudly. He curled his fingers up, teasing her g- spot before he pulled his fingers from her and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a low moan.

His eyes darkened as Kat looked up at him with flushed cheeks. He wrapped his arm around her waist and hauled her to her feet before he opened the passenger door and helped her in, and he practically ran around the car to get into the driver’s seat. The car barely had time to turn on before he put it in gear and started out of the garage.

Kat laughed at his eagerness, but she couldn’t deny the butterflies in her stomach. They were actually doing this. This had to be one of the most risqué́ things they had ever done, and it really turned her on. It really turned both of them on. Andrei was hard in his slacks as he drove out to the parking lot with his lip between his teeth, one hand on the wheel while the other rested high on Kat’s thigh, underneath that gorgeous little mini red dress she wore just for him.

The moment she stepped out in it earlier he had been ready to take her right then and there. All he had to do it push that little skirt up and sink into her, but she wouldn’t let him. She told him it would be worth the wait, but he didn’t realize what she had up her sleeve.

They pulled out of the tunnel and Andrei circled around and found a parking spot at the back of a nearly empty lot. It felt like it took forever but it was dark and

perfect. As soon as he turned the car off, Kat leaned over the center console and pulled him in for a kiss by his tie.

He moaned against her lips and easily hauled her onto his lap before he pushed her dress up so she could straddle him comfortably. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against his, grinding down on his cock. Ever since the doctor gave them the okay, she had been utterly insatiable. She wanted Andrei constantly. She needed Andrei constantly. Not that he was complaining in the slightest.

He kneaded her ass and moaned loudly against her lips. He was half tempted to just undo his slacks and let her ride him just like that, but he stopped himself. He wanted to take her on the hood. Ever since he got the lambo he wanted to fuck her on the hood, but he hadn’t had the chance until now.

“Kat, baby,” he whispered against her lips, his accent thick. She ran her hands up his chest as she kissed his neck and hummed and response.

“I need you. I know you can feel how bad I need you,” he groaned under her touch and fisted her hair gently to pull her back so he could look at her. His eyes were dark, and cheeks flushed, and she nipped at his bottom lip.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “I want you to fuck me on the hood of your car.”

He groaned loudly and let her open the door. She nearly fell out of the car as she stumbled on her heels, but Andrei caught her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and steadied her as he guided her to hood of the car.

She leaned back against the hood and pulled him flush against her by his tie before she kissed him deeply. Andrei easily took control of the kiss as he reached between them to undo his pants and he groaned in relief before he untucked his shirt and pressed himself flush against her.

“Fuck me,” Kat whispered and nipped at his lower lip. “Take what’s yours.”

Andrei groaned as he nodded before he pulled at his tie and let it drop to the ground and quickly undid his shirt. He kissed her deeply and gripped her hips to hoist her up onto the hood. He only broke the kiss to pull her legs around his waist before he pushed his boxers down to free his cock.

“I don’t have a condom,” he confessed as he ran the tip of his cock over her slit, his eyes locked on her pussy before he lined himself up with her entrance.

“Then pull out.” She replied through clenched teeth, “come on, Drei. We don’t have all night.”

He didn’t need to be told twice and pressed into her, groaning as loud as Kat moaned. She felt so fucking good around him, and he knew she could take it so he didn’t bother to take his time and he bottomed out quickly before he kissed her roughly.

She moaned against his lips and locked her ankles together, pulling him closer. He stumbled over and braced himself on the car hood, one hand on either side of her head as he rocked into her, only able to pull out halfway with how tight she held onto him.

“Drei. Fuck, Drei,” she moaned. The only thing she could focus on was him and the pleasure he gave her.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are letting me fuck you on the lambo,” he groaned before he nipped at her bottom lip. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“I’d let you fuck me anywhere,” she moaned. “I’m yours, Andrei. All fucking yours.”

“All mine,” he agreed and fucked her harder, trying to get deeper and her eyes rolled back. Between the feeling of him, the coolness of the car and the thrill of maybe getting caught, it was overwhelming in the best way.

“I’m close,” she moaned as she fluttered around him.

“I know,” he breathed. He could feel her fluttering around him, and he took her hands in his and pinned them above her head as he pressed his chest against hers. “I want you to cum for me. I need you to cum for me, kisa.”

That changed the angle enough that he brushed her g-spot and it sent her over the edge. His hips stuttered and he cursed in Russian, but he fucked her through it. She felt so indescribably amazing, and he moaned loudly as his rhythm got sloppy. He was close, too.

He kissed her again, needing to feel as much of her as possible and she tightened her legs around him as she clenched down on him, and it sent him over the edge. He didn’t even bother to try to pull out as he came, pressing his body into hers, pinning her between him and the car as he filled her up.

They stayed like that for a long moment before Kat loosened her grip on him and he released her wrists as they caught their breath before he kissed her again, softer than before. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he said against her lips.

“So are you, Andrei,” she smiled and kissed him again. “I love you so much. I’m so glad you’re doing what you love again.”

“I’m glad I am, too,” he hummed and rolled his hips into hers again, smirking as her breath caught in her throat. “Very happy to be doing you again.”

She giggled before she bit her lip. “Round two?” She suggested with a grin, “bend me over the car this time?”

Andrei’s smirk slipped as his jaw went slack but he nodded. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to drain me, kisa.”

“Maybe I am,” she giggled and pulled the straps of her dress down and smirked when his eyes immediately went to her chest.

His cock twitched inside her as he groaned loudly before he leaned in to kiss down her chest. Her breasts had gotten so big from nursing, and he couldn’t get enough of them. He loved her breasts before but now they were so big and sensitive, and he loved them so much. If he had to keep knocking her up to keep her breasts like this, he absolutely would.

Kat sighed contently and ran her fingers through his hair as she arched into him. He nipped at her soft flesh and shamelessly left little marks in his wake for him to enjoy on her when she nursed later, all little reminders that he was the only one who could make her feel so good; that she belonged to him and only him.

She purposely clenched around him as she tried to encourage him, a little more bossy than normal. “Come on, I know you want to bend me over the hood and fuck me,” she told him.

“I do,” he agreed, but it was almost painful for him to pull out of her when he was already hard again. He bit his lip as he watched the way she clenched around nothing, and he couldn’t help himself.

If Kat got mad at him, well, it would be worth it.

“Come on,” she repeated and whined as she started to turn herself over, but Andrei forced her back onto her back before he got down on his knees. “Andrei—” She started, but her protested died the moment his tongue pressed against her pussy.

It was no secret Andrei knew how to eat pussy, but every circle of his tongue around her clit felt heavenly. Not that focusing on her clit was enough for him. Day and night Andrei dreamt of her taste, and he forced her legs open further, needing more of her. He moaned loudly as he ran his tongue over her slit, absolutely addicted to the taste of her.

Kat moaned loudly as her hand splayed along the hood looking for something, anything, to hold onto, but all she found was the smooth, cool hood of Andrei’s lambo. “Drei,” she moaned and rocked her hips up against his mouth, seeking more, needing more.

He moaned against her and roughly pinned her hips back down against the hood of his car and looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes. She whined when he pulled back, but it was only to spit on her pussy and he chuckled at the way her body shuddered before he dove back in and fucked her with his tongue, moaning at the way she fluttered around his tongue.

He could taste himself on her as his cum started to leak out of her, but that only made him harder. His cum was buried deep inside her and if he was lucky enough, it would give them another baby. That thought alone forced his tongue as deep inside her as he could as he tried to force his cum back inside her.

“Drei,” she moaned again, and her legs tightened around his head. He was rough as he forced them open, and she reached down to grip his hair. “Yes!” She cried, not caring who heard or who saw him make her feel so good.

He looked up at her with dark eyes, loving how blissed out she was. He loved how desperate she was for him, how loudly she moaned as he dug his fingers into her skin, and he surely left bruises along her thighs and hips.

Already sensitive from her first high, Kat moaned loudly and her second high built quickly. Andrei knew it as he felt her flutter around his tongue. He tried to pull her impossibly closer and ran his hand up her body to palm her breast. As soon as he pinched her nipple, it sent her over the edge. She shamelessly rolled her hips against his face, and he moaned loudly as she came. He desperately tried to pull her closer, wanting every drop of their mixed cum as he tried to draw out her high as long as he could.

Slowly, her moans turned to whines and she tugged hard on his hair, which only made him groan loudly against her. She clenched hard around nothing and rolled her hips back against his face. She needed more than his sinful mouth.

But she should have known Andrei wanted more than just one orgasm. One was never enough for Andrei.

Andrei pulled her closer wanting another high from her before he fucked her again. His grip tightened and he laid his arm over her hips to keep her still and his eyes closed as he focused on the taste of her.

It didn’t take much for her to cum again, pinned between him and the hood of his lambo. She gripped his hair as she moaned his name, but his tongue only emphasized her aching emptiness.

Andrei moaned as he drew her high out but as soon as she tugged desperately at his hair, he pulled back, his lips and chin shiny with her cum as he gripped her hips and forced her over, so her chest was pressed against the hood.

The skirt of her dress was hiked up around her hips and Andrei stepped back for a moment to admire the view. She clenched around nothing as she whined but he reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out and snapped a quick picture. When they got home, he’d add it to the secret folder he uses when he’s on the road and away from Kat.

“Quite the view, kisa,” he told her as he put his phone back in his pocket before he smacked her ass. “So fucking perfect.”

She gasped and pushed back against him. “Come on, big boy,” she teased and wiggled her ass. “Fuck me.”

“I will,” he groaned and squeezed her ass before he lined his cock up with her entrance and he slid in easily. She was so much wetter now that she had cum three times and was full of his cum and he loved it. He gripped her hip in one hand and her hair in the other. “You’re a dream come true,” he said, his words slurring together as he moaned.

She didn’t have anything to hold onto so all she could do is moan as Andrei pinned her to the car as he fucked her. “Jesus, fuck, oh my god,” she moaned loudly. She was so sensitive from her first three highs and her fourth was building quickly as he hit her g-spot with every thrust.

“No, not Jesus, just Drei,” he smirked and tightened his grip on her hip, wanting to leave fingerprint bruises on her pretty perfect skin.

“Harder, fuck me harder,” she begged and bit her lip. “Fuck me like you mean it, Daddy.”

He released her hair but only to wrap his hand around her throat, pulling her back against his chest as he fucked her harder, getting impossibly deeper before he bit down on her shoulder. “Keep talking like that and Daddy’s gonna have to put that dirty mouth to work,” he replied, his accent thick with lust.

Her eyes widened as she gasped. She knew she’d get a reaction out of him, but she didn’t expect it to be so good and she clenched hard around him as she came. Andrei’s jaw went slack but he fucked her through it, drawing her high out as much as he could.

“Yeah?” He asked breathlessly. “You like the idea of Daddy fucking your mouth right here where anyone could see?” His accent was thick as he fucked her hard and deep. He was so close himself, but he knew he could get another one out of her first.

Kat could barely get her words out, all of them slurred together. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. The thought of being on her knees, practically naked and in her heels, sucking his cock where anyone could catch them? Yeah, she wanted that. She needed that.

He bit her neck again. “Cum on Daddy’s cock one more time and I’ll let you lick your own cum off my cock.”

“Fuck,” she whined loud enough that anyone a mile away could have heard her. “I’m so close, Daddy.”

He grazed his teeth over her jaw and tugged at her hair. “Cum for me, cum for Daddy, kisa.”

Her eyes rolled back, and her jaw went slack in a silent scream as she came hard, soaking his cock as she squirted, hands grasping desperately at the hood of the car looking for anything to hold onto as she shuddered.

“Fuck,” he moaned and rested more of his weight on her as is eyes closed. “Oh fuck, kisa.” His voice was breathy and the feeling of her cum literally dripping

down his balls sent him over the edge. He moaned loudly and buried his face into her neck as he came hard, filling her up again.

He shuddered above her and he needed a minute to catch his breath before he smoothed her hair back and kissed her jaw. “So good for me,” he praised her.

She couldn’t even talk; she was completely boneless. All she could do was gently grip his wrist and lean into his touch. She spent all night fantasizing about this, but she hadn’t expected it to go as well as it did. She had a plan in mind, but this exceeded it in every way.

He kissed her temple and ran his other hand up and down her side. “So, you don’t want to clean me up, huh?” He teased with a laugh and kissed her temple again as he pulled her closer.

It took her a moment to find her words. “Give me a moment you literally just fucked my brains out,” she replied, her voice breathy.

“Oh, did I?” He asked innocently but his smirk grew, and he squeezed her gently as he held her close.

She gave him a small smile and melted into his touch before she tapped his hand and pushed back against him. She moaned as it pushed his cock deeper inside her before wincing as he pulled out and she immediately clenched at the emptiness. She was shaky as she sunk down to her knees in front of the car and opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out for him.

Andrei’s eyes fluttered. He didn’t know if he had the stamina to go again, especially after his first game back, but seeing her on her knees, all fucked out with her make up smeared, he could feel himself start to harden again. “Fuck me,” he groaned in Russian and guided the tip of his cock to her tongue.

She wrapped her lips around the tip and hallowed her cheeks and she moaned around him as he guided himself further into her mouth. “Such a filthy girl,” he moaned. “Such a slut, letting me bend you over my car and fuck your pussy and now on your knees sucking my cock in an empty parking lot. What would you do if someone caught us, huh? Let them watch or would you shy away?”

She moaned around him and ran her hands up his thighs to grip his ass. She’d let them watch. Nothing would stop her from making him feel good.

He gripped her hair, “yeah, you’re such a little slut you’d let them watch. Let them watch as I pleasure you. No one could fuck you the way I do.” His accent got heavier and thicker as he spoke, every bob of her head pushing him closer. He wasn’t going to last, and she knew that.

Her nails dug into his ass as she moaned around him, tasting a mix of their cum on his cock. He was absolutely right. No one else could ever make her feel this good.

“Kisa, fuck—" He couldn’t even warn her before he came again, and he pulled at her hair as he came down her throat. It wasn’t as much cum given that it was his third orgasm of the night, but it was so intense he had to put his free hand on the edge of the hood to steady himself as his knee threatened to give out.

She completely drained him, but she moaned around him nonetheless and it was only when his moans turned to deep little whimpers that she pulled back to trace her tongue over the head of his cock, sure to get every last drop of his cum.

He said it multiple times, but he honestly didn’t know how he got so lucky to have her. He gently pulled back and then quickly pulled his pants up before he helped her off the ground. He knew the asphalt wasn’t good for her knees and he bent down to brush her knees off, even after she told him she was okay. His eyes were soft as he stood back up before he kissed her slowly. She smiled as she kissed him back before he pulled away to fix her dress.

He’d always look after her. Always.

“Come on, kisa, let’s go home,” he smiled softly, and she hummed as she leaned into him and let him guide her to the passenger door, which he of course opened for her.

After he closed her door, he chased his tie down which had blown over a few parking spots before he came around and got into the driver’s side. Kat immediately tried to lean into him and rest her head on his shoulder and he kissed her temple before he reached behind them to grab the blanket he kept in the back just for her.

“Here baby,” he whispered and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders.

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I know it’s late, but could we maybe take a bath after checking up on the twins when we get home?”

Andrei’s smile softened as he nodded. “Nothing is ever too late for you, my Katarina,” he whispered and kissed her again.

Kat’s smile grew and she ran her hand up his strong thigh. “Then let’s go home.”

#andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov smut #andrei svechnikov x oc #when it gets crisp in the fall story #andrei x kat #carolina hurricanes #nhl #hockey rpf #nhl smut #hockey smut #hockey imagine #canes imagine

[ziggyplayedguitar96]

From Colin Blackwell’s Instagram story

#nhl #hockey #chicago blackhawks #blackhawks hockey #kevin korchinski #alex vlasic #colin blackwell #instagram #instagram story #I need more of kevin and his guitar

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Little Lady Masterlist

Maggie's Trevor

age twenty

"Hello? Is this the right Trevor? Maggie's Trevor?"

"Uh, yeah?" Is Trevor's unsure response, hearing the voice of a woman that is very much not his best friend.

"My names Emma, I'm a friend of Mags, we're nursing students together," The girl explains, "We're at this TKE party right now and she's drunk off her ass. I asked who I should call and she said you were the man," She continues to explain, the music loud in the background, making it hard for her to be heard. "So... can you come get her?"

Oh. This girl doesn't know he lives on the West Coast.

"Uh, I live in California actually," Trevor explains, uncomfortable in that fact that he can't get to Maggie.

"Oh shit, I knew her boyfriend lived far away, but I thought like, an hour," Is the girls response, flustering the boy on the other end.

"Oh, I'm not her boyfriend, we've just been friends for years," He corrects, knowing there's fresh color on his cheeks, even in the dark of his room.

"Ha, just friends my ass Trevor," Is the girl's bold response, Maggie's voice floating into the background. "You must not know how she talks about you," Emma continues.

"Oh?"

"Is that Trevy?!" Maggie can be heard screaming on the other side, drunker than he's ever heard her.

"Mags? Is that you sweetheart?" Trev asks, her giggling in response.

"Trevy, come give me a hug!"

"Mags I'm in Cali-"

"No no, come give me a hug, I miss you," The brunette mumbles, choking up.

Waving at Jamie across from him for his phone, Trevor types in Jack's number, letting it ring.

"I miss you too Mags, but you know I'm in Anaheim."

"Trev? What the hell man do you know what time it is over here?" Jack's exhausted voice grumbles through the phone that's up to his other ear.

Muting his own while Maggie is distracted, mumbling things to the friend who called, Trevor turns his attention to the other twin.

"Dude, Mags friend called me to pick her up and clearly I can't do that. You need to get your ass up and go pick up your sister."

You could hear Jack wake up just by the sound of his voice. "Do you know where she is?"

"Maggie, where are you again? Do you know the name of the bar?" Trevor switches over, Jamie trying not to laugh at the back and forth.

"TKE! My friend's brother is a brother!" She exclaims, Trevor relaying that info to her twin, said boy hanging up with a quick "I'm on my way" and leaving Trevor to distract Maggie.

"That sounds fun, how're you feeling?"

"Like I miss you," Is Mag's response once more, the alcohol taking away any filter the already openly flirtatious girl might have had. "You being in Anaheim sucks. You should move in with Jack and I."

"Baby, I play for the Anaheim Ducks, you know I can't do that from Jersey."

"Trev! We're 20 years old! How dare you settle down, and with someone other than me, no less," The girl nearly cries, leaving the loud environment she was once in in favor of quiet. "

"Maggie baby, what are you talking about? I live with Jamie?" It's moments like these he wishes they were dating, that he had gotten up the courage already to ask her out. Maybe this past summer at the lake house, maybe a few years ago when the boys gave him permission.

"Yeah, Jamie boy is taking my man!" She protests, the words echoing through the speaker function that Trevor had just activated, making the Canadian laugh.

"Your man?" Trev can't help but ask, a smirk on his face at the expression.

"You'd be my man if you'd ask me out already, I know you have my brother's permission," The girl admits, Trevor's face dropping at the admission.

"You- you what?"

"Oh! Trevor you won't believe it! Jacky is here! Jacky, say hi to Trev!" A near squeal unfurls, Jack's voice being the next thing a still confused Trevor hears.

"Z, hey, I'm going to get her home, she'll be feeling this tomorrow."

And at first he nods, realizing a moment later what he had done and responding, saying a quick goodbye just as Jack had done earlier.

When he looks up, Jamie is there, laptop turned in Trevor's direction and brows through the roof. "So, this is the first flight to Newark for tomorrow."

"What?"

"Dude," Jamie can't help the judgement in his voice. "Grow a pair and go get the girl."

#original character #the writing of spencer rose #nhl fanfiction #best friends to lovers trope #trevor zegras x hughes sister #hughes sister #maggie hughes story #trevor zegras x oc

[bobyram]

no but if i was an nhl player and was staring down a few days off and then fans said actually you don’t get that holiday, you have to go and do silly little hockey things all weekend i would lose my mind

#and to be voted in for x amount of years in a row? that would be my villian origin story actually #nhl #hockey #asg 2024 #to everyone who has been saying but i want me fave there that’s so valid me too but from an nhl players perspective i’d curse you all out

[slaymiedrysdale]

The other day I was grounded (yes at my big age) and I decided to clean my closet and I found this picture on the floor of my closet.

#luke hughes #jack hughes #nj devils #hughes brothers #nhl #hockey #quinn hughes #story time #sillygoose

[nhl-stories]

Body and Mind– Trent Frederic

Summary: Trent is more than just a warm body, but he's not sure how to show Alyssa that

Author’s Note: I originally planned for this to be absolutely FILTHY, still some filth but I lost steam. Freddy is the most requested player I've had recently so hope this hit the spot for some of you, I didn't really know him before but love that he's this cute muppet-voiced boy who could also murder someone.

Word Count: 2.3k

Album Series Masterlist

Gettin' my hands dirty while I beat out the kinks

At first, he liked it.

How could he not? When it made him feel so invigorated, blood roaring in his ears like a sold-out crowd at TD Garden.

And it’s not like he hates in now. It’s sex, really good sex at that. But mostly he’s just tired.         

Is it too much to ask that Alyssa stays in bed long enough for the sweat to dry? Maybe even cuddle? Maybe talk in bed until they both fall asleep?

Maybe if it’s not too much bypass the sex entirely, watch a movie on the couch, eat a real meal together, leave his apartment.

But he’s too afraid to ask. Afraid he’ll lose her entirely if he brings it up that he wants more than the physical.

So instead, he compartmentalizes. Turns off his mind and lets his body enjoy.

///

Alyssa pushes her way into his place like a heat-seeking missile. Her lips are on his before he can really register her at all. She comes in this way most of the time; it still knocks the wind out of him every time.

“That fight was hot,” she runs a finger over the mostly healed cut on his nose.

Trent doesn’t have time to respond with words because she has a hand down his shorts before he can speak.

She moves kisses down his neck, he can feel his face flush even though his blood is racing in the opposite direction.

“I can’t believe I had to wait two days to do this,” she’s sinking to her knees, yanking his shorts down as she goes, her warm mouth enveloping him in one fluid motion.

“Fuck,” he grits out, he balls his fists to stop from yanking her hair so soon.

Of course, that’s not what she wants.

“Babe, fuck my face,” she says looking up at him, a look so innocent it would be believable if it weren’t for the way she kept stroking his shaft with expert precision.

Trent gingerly threads his fingers through her hair, thinking about asking if she wants to move so her knees won’t be on directly on the hardwood floor.

He doesn’t, because that’s not what she wants.

When he still doesn’t respond like she wants, Alyssa puts her hands over his and tightens his grip, pulls his hands to show him what she wants.

And maybe he should be proactive: tell her to get up so he can carry her to his room, so he can take his time, kiss her with passion instead viciousness, be gentle for once. But he’s weak, especially with her tongue sliding velvety around the head of his dick.

She takes him back into her mouth, a little deeper than before. He tightens he grip in her hair and feels her hum around him, egging him to do more. He gives a few shallow thrusts; she moans as she swallows him down.

“Lys, god,” tugging lightly

She pulls off a line of spit keeps her connected, he lets out a whimper.

“Seriously, really give it to me. I want it,” then she’s back to the task at hand.

He feels himself at the back of her throat and he can’t stop himself from thrusting forward. She gags, but keeps going, nose brushing up against his pelvis.

It’s enough for him to disconnect from his brain entirely, giving into what she wants.

He pulls her head back and forth, almost vindictively. Relishing the sloppy wet sounds and the occasional moan that rips from Alyssa’s throat. It doesn’t take long to send himself over the edge, letting her hair go just as he comes.

She pulls off, some of his come dripping down her chin, she uses a finger to catch it and swallow it down the with rest.

Her mascara is a little runny with tears, he thinks she doesn’t wear waterproof mascara for this exact effect.  She stays on her knees while she catches her breath, looking up to give him a dazed sort of smile.

“Fuck that was good,” her voice is gravelly and Trent thinks he could go again already.

He doesn’t need to say anything because Alyssa is already pulling off her shirt and going towards his bedroom.

///

“Can I order a pizza or is it a no cheat meal night?”

Alyssa is putting her hair up in a ponytail as she looks out the window. She only put her underwear back on and Trent feels a weird sense of domesticity in it, the fact that she’s so comfortable in his space.

“No, um go for it,” he blushes when she turns around and catches him staring, as if they hadn’t just had sex.

“Great, I’m starving,” she goes to retrieve her purse from where she tossed it by the front door.

As she breezes by, he sees the faint marks of his fingers around her neck.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she would have stayed some anonymous girl he hooked up with.

When they first met, Trent was just getting used to having casual sex. He always felt vaguely nauseous with no strings attached, he liked cuddling and kissing with no motives, but learned it didn’t make him a bad person to give into his carnal desires with no intentions of catching feelings.

Then he met Alyssa, who introduced him to rough sex. To pulling hair, to throwing a girl against a wall, or wrapping a hand around her throat. When she first asked him to pull her hair harder, to come on her face, it felt so at odds with everything he had been taught about how to treat women.

Then he got the feeling of letting go, the rush of losing control for just a little bit, the mix of being wild and powerful was addicting. He didn’t know he could feel that way off the ice.

But in between rounds, when Trent cleaned her up with a warm washcloth, or ordered food to refuel, or put ice on the bruises she begged for him to give her, they got to know each other.

And now he wants both, the cuddles, the hair pulling, the kisses, everything.

Alyssa flops on the couch as she scrolls through her phone picking a pizza place. Trent flops down half on top of her, resting his head on her naked breasts. He plants a gentle kiss to her sternum; it’s one of the only times she lets him be soft, when they’re in the limbo between orgasms.

She runs her fingers through his hair as she types. Moving her nails down his neck before gently rubbing his back. He sinks into the sensation, taking a moment to imagine having this after a tough loss. Just two people enjoying each other, no sexual tension.

“How are your niece and nephews doing?” She asks because of course she remembers intimate details about his life even though she seems so blasé about everything outside of the bedroom.

But it gives him another chance to live in his fantasy world, gush about his family, ask Alyssa about hers. Sometimes he can pretend he’s getting his cake and eating it too.

///

It’s a stupid idea, but he’s trying to think positively, hope for the best.

He invites Alyssa to a game, and to go out with them afterwards if they win. She’s not sitting by any of the other partners as far as he knows, but he hopes being around them after a game might make her reconsider their relationship status. That meeting the group he spends most of his time with is a selling point for making a commitment.

He realizes how completely idiotic that thinking is about ten seconds in when Alyssa slips something into his pocket while hugging him congratulations.

He turns beet red trying to shove the black lacy panties deeper into his pockets before anyone else notices.

It doesn’t get better from there.

She leans into him in the corner of a booth and holds his hand. He has a moment of butterflies at the simple intimacy before Alyssa ruins it by moving his hand between her legs. She presses his fingers against her wet folds, like she wants to start the foreplay in front of most of his teammates.

It’s November, she shouldn’t even be wearing a mini-skirt with how cold it is.

“Freddy, you didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend!” Marchy makes smooching noise at the pair.

“We don’t put labels on it, I’m Alyssa,” she’s so casual as she reaches her free hand out to shake the captain’s hand, she lets Trent hand slide a little away, but keeps it high on her bare thigh.

Then she continues to charm the pants off all his teammates all while she subtly moves his fingers over her clit. Edging herself in under the table while casually joking around with his friends above the table.  

He should have known she had an exhibitionist streak.

He should have known when he got up for more drinks, she would follow him.

She pulls him away from the bar and drags him down a dim hallway, he’s expecting for her to ask for a quickie in the bathroom, instead she keeps pulling him out a back entrance into a dark alley.

“I want you to throw me up against this wall and fuck me,” she whispers in his ear before giving him a sharp bite on the hinge of his jaw.

There’s a flash of desire that heats up inside him at the request, but he looks around at the dingy, damp alleyway, towards the semi-busy sidewalk at the far end.

“Lys…” he already played a tough game, he doesn’t want to play anymore games tonight, “Anyone could walk out here and see us.”

She steps closer, palms him through his pants; despite his nerves he can’t hide how much she arouses him.

“Then make it quick,” her breath is hot on his face, “I’m already close from before.”

She kisses him softly before roughly biting his bottom lip. Something inside of him roars to life and he throws her up against the bricks, maybe too hard from the way Alyssa grunts but he doesn’t care.

“Atta boy,” she smirks.

He grips her arms harder, shoving her against the wall again. This time with more authority. Her smirk falls away and her mouth hangs open in awe as she looks up at him. He gives her a bruising kiss in response.

He moves his hands down her body before lifting her up, her legs automatically wrap around him, giving him enough leverage to keep her aloft while he opens up his pants and pushes into her. Alyssa gasps in shock, like she hadn’t actually expected him to actually follow through.

It only takes a couple strokes before he feels close, the thrilling fear of getting caught pumping adrenaline through him. He buries his face in Alyssa’s neck and groans as he let’s go.

His arms burn from exertion, after effects of the game earlier, as he lets her slide down the wall.

She tucks his used member back into his pants and zips him up.

She reaches in his pocket and pulls out her panties, slipping them back on in a dirty alley, while his come drips out of her.

“Wow babe, I honestly didn’t think you had it in you for kinky outdoors sex, it was hot.”

He preens a bit at the praise and pet name.

“We should do it again some time.”

And if she asks in the future, he’ll probably do it again, because he’s the weakest man in the world.

///

They had flown back home late the night before and it was optional skate today. After losing three straight, maybe he should want to put the extra work in, but all Trent wants to do is lay in the dark and do nothing.

So of course, that’s when Alyssa shows up unannounced.

She’s sticking her tongue down his throat rather than saying hello or asking how he’s doing.

Alyssa’s been a Bruins fan her whole life, he knows she watched the games. Saw him get high sticked by Trouba, saw them drop another game in a sequence of bad games.

“Aren’t you tired?” He pushes her away.

“We haven’t even done anything”

She moves back towards him but Trent takes a step back, worried if he forcefully makes her stop, it will only spurn her to want more.

“No Lys, aren’t you tired of always pushing and biting and fighting? Don’t you ever want someone to just be gentle with you?” It feels like there’s a rock lodge in his throat, he’s so tired of the aggression all the time.

Confusion crosses her face; Trent can’t quite read if the way she scrunches her brows is a good or bad. He doesn’t even know what kind of response he actually wants to hear at this point.

“No one’s…” her tone is of disbelief, like she’s trying to connect her brain with the rest of her body, make sense of everything she’s ever known, “no one’s ever asked me that.”

“Has anyone ever been gentle with you?”

“That’s not what people want me for.”

Trent’s heart breaks a little, he reaches out and grabs her hand. Alyssa flinches at the contact even though he’s never been so tender with her.

“I want that with you,” he squeezes her hand.

The tension is still taut in her body.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like the slapping and choking and spitting a lot more than I thought I would, but after… I want to hold you. And sometimes that’s all I want to do.”

He pulls her hand up to his lips, kissing it.

“I’d kiss you softly, and take my time with your whole body, and I don’t know, I just want something soft.”

Her eyes are so wide, when she finally looks up at him, the first time he actually believes she might be innocent.

“Show me.”

#trent frederic #trent frederic fic #trent frederic imagine #boston bruins #boston bruins fics #boston bruins imagines #nhl stories #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #hockey fic #hockey imagines #hockey fics

[starshine-hockey-girl]

Crosby Crew blurb- Celebrating Uncle Geno

This is just a little blurb that was quickly.

Summary: Callie helps out her best friend, Nikita

@pattiemac1 @penstxgal1968 @fallinallincurls

:readmore:

Sera smiled as she watched Callie bounce up and down on her feet. The petite brunette craned her neck as she looked at the elevator lobby in search of her best friend, Nikita Malkin. "Momma, when are they coming down? We are going to be late. You know Daddy doesn't like it when we are late to warm up," she whined.

Sera replied sweetly, "Callie Girl, Daddy doesn't know that we are here. It's a surprise, remember? Nikita and Anna will be down in just a minute. We will get there in plenty of time."

Callie crossed her arms and pouted, "But Daddy said they were doing the special warm-up for Uncle Geno. I want to see it."

"No pouting, Callie Girl," Sera chided. Cole wiggled in the baby carrier, and Sera turned her attention to the adorable baby boy, Cole.

"Callie! Callie" Nikita called as he ran across the lobby to greet his beloved friend. They embraced in a tight hug.

"You're late, Niki! We are going to miss warm-ups," Callie said sternly. Nikita shrugged and pointed to his mother. Sera rolled her eyes and herded the two youngsters into the waiting car.

The foursome were greeted by Penguins staff as they exited the car in the bowels of United Center. They were led to the tunnel to observe warm-ups. Both broke out in giggles as the team started mimicking Geno's unorthodox stretching routine. As usual, Nikita observed in quiet focus while Callie chattered away. "Look, Momma, Daddy's butt is in the air. I see Daddy's butt. That is so silly!" She looked over and observed Nikita's pensive expression. She asked quietly, "Are you nervous?" Nikita kept his eyes on the ice and shook his head no. "I think you will do great," Callie encouraged.

Sera saw the signal for the group to hide away in a room while the team made their way off the ice. "Come on kids- don't let your dads see you," she warned. The duo ran down the tunnel and hid behind the door. The sounds of the team could be heard in their hiding spots. Rounds of laughter preceded the sounds of Sully giving his pregame speech. Nikita was given the written line-up. Together, Callie and he read over the list. Callie helped him practice each name until he became comfortable. They were given the signal to move to the hall. Suddenly, Nikita felt the weight of the moment and looked to his mother for comfort. His hands shook slightly as he looked over the list again. Callie stood next to him, "Don't worry Niki." He nodded his head unconvincing. "Do you want me to go in with you? I can stand with you while you read it," she suggested.

"No, I can do it by myself," he answered.

Sully announced, "we have a special guest to read the line-up." Nikita's head popped up, but he didn't move. Callie stepped forward and held out her hand. "Come on Niki, let's do it together," she said cheerfully. He took her hand and together they walked into the room to the cheers of the team. Callie gave a quick, shy wave to her very surprised father. Nikita began to read the list and Callie listened intently.

Sidney noticed the death grip that Nikita had on Callie's hand and surmised that Callie's presence was a last minute change to the original plan. Then he turned to watch Geno watch his son with pride. Sidney felt a lump form in his throat as he watched the normally stoic Russian overcome with emotion. When Nikita finished reading the list, he walked to give his father multiple hugs. Callie smiled sweetly and glanced over at her father. Sidney held his arms open to his precious daughter, and she shook her head no firmly. "Daddy, I am only here for Niki. You need to be brave," she chastised him. He laughed to himself. She took her friend duties very seriously. Nikita walked back to Callie. She grabbed his hand and whispered as they walked, "That was very brave, Niki. You got all of the names right." They were almost to the door when Callie stopped suddenly. She looked at Nikita, "I'll be right back." She turned and ran to her father. His arms went wide as he scooped her into his arms. "Daddy, I am sorry I didn't hug you earlier. Niki needed me." she whispered.

Sidney squeezed, "I understand, Callie Girl. I am proud that you were a good friend to him. This is the best surprise for me."

Callie asked, "Will you score a goal for Uncle Geno tonight?"

Sidney smiled, "I'll try."

Callie kissed his cheek. "Okay Daddy, what do you need to do tonight?" She began their pregame ritual.

Sidney gulped and responded, "Listen the first time, do my best and have fun!"

She turned to walk away, "Love you Daddy."

Sidney called back, "Love you, Callie Girl!" She veered to her left and approached Geno. He held out his arms, and she gave him a big hug. "Love you, Uncle Geno!" she laughed before running back to Nikita. They grabbed hands before they waved back to their fathers. Sidney and Geno exchanged a look and a smile as they watched their children walk out of the room together.

#crosby crew #the crosby crew #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl fiction #nhl stories

[ahockeywrites]

Thinking about Nico knowing you like to read, specifically romance books but you’ve never really been into the whole mafia/mob boss type books

But then the Stadium Series rolls around…

And all of a sudden you might be looking more into mafia romance books because your boyfriend was looking🥵

warnings: no proper smut, but reader is thinking of smut… fem!reader, nico 🔥

authors note: i might write a second part to this is people want it…

Mafia books weren’t usually your cup of tea.  Usually you picked up a rom com, historical or fantasy romance. Nothing with an essay of trigger warnings usually did it for you, however much you tried.

That was before you saw Nico dressed up as one of the Sopranos when he came off the team bus. You shuffled in your seat, trying to ignore the pulsating feeling that had started in your groin but it was impossible. Yes he was in a tracksuit set, but it was the scratch to his face that added to the mafia feel.

You busied yourself throughout warmups, playing with some of the kids who were in the suite, looking after them when their respective parents went to the toilet, grabbing pitchers of drinks. Anything to distract yourself from your boyfriend.

That worked about as well as it could, until he scored within the first minute of the game. And when he was barking orders at the rest of his team. And when the Devils won the Stadium Series. And when he swore in his post game interview.

The icing on the cake was when Nico walked into the press conference after the game in a white tank top, muscles on display to the world. You just wanted those arms wrapped around your body as he pounded up into you. The muscles in his arm flexing as he gently choked you, hips pistoning.

Maybe you would give those mafia books another try.

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45 Days Later - Jack Hughes

Summer Series Open Now

Here is the official beginning of the Summer Lakehouse Series.

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Part 1

You slightly want to kill someone when you awake to your iPhone ringing incessantly. It's early. Way too early. Too early even for your very specific set of alarms.

Groggily, you sigh, accepting defeat and fumbling around for the device on your bedside table, cursing under your breath when you see who has woken you up much earlier than needed.

“What?” You groan, rubbing your eyes to chase away some sleep as you answer the FaceTime call.

“Hello to you too, sunshine,” Jack smirks at your screen, obviously incredibly pleased with himself.

You let out an exasperated sigh, looking at the time. "It’s 4:30, Jack. What do you want?”

Jack is practically beaming as you continue to squint at your phone's brightness.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I decided that if I’m awake, you’re awake.”

“Well, mission accomplished," you hiss at him, sitting up in bed, stretching your arms. "I'm awake now. Happy?"

“Ecstatic," Jack retorts, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How are you even able to sleep? I’ve been up since Tuesday counting down every second.”

You roll your eyes playfully, knowing exactly how Jack gets when he's excited. "Well, some of us need our beauty sleep before we have to face the public.”

Jacks snorts. "Oh, believe me, baby, you don't need any more beauty sleep. You're already perfect."

You roll your eyes as far back as possible.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Hughes.”

He lets out another laugh as you crack a few muscles.

“Well, now you’re already awake-“

“Thanks to you.”

“You can get up and get ready because you have a very important flight to catch in 2 hours.”

You glance at the clock again, realizing that trying to sleep again is pointless, and now, despite the early hour, a surge of excitement fills your veins as the reality of the day ahead sinks in.

“You’re so annoying,” you say, sliding out of bed. “But I suppose it would be tragic if I did miss this flight“

You see Jacks's face drop a bit. “Don’t even joke. I think I’d die.”

You can't help but smile at his eagerness.

“J, it’s been forty-five days. You can wait a few more hours.”

He rapidly shakes his head. “Really don’t think I can“

The words melt your heart, and you can't help but feel another surge of excitement. "I miss you too, loser. Five hours, give or take.”

With a little more back and forth, you finally hang up the phone, the grogginess finally leaving you, and start your morning routine. Though you’re a little upset about the early wake-up, now you don’t have to rush, which is slightly lovely.

You shower, get dressed in comfortable travel attire, and double-check your bags to ensure you haven't forgotten anything important. As you go through the motions, your mind can't help but wander to the fact that in just a few hours, you’ll be at the lake house. The thought of surfing on the water, laughter-filled late bonfires, and being with your boyfriend again makes you giddy.

Time moves quickly, and soon enough, you're ready. You grab your suitcase and head out the door, heading to the airport and praying the day runs smoothly.

The airport is busy, but you navigate through check-in and security easily, and the excitement in the air is contagious. You find yourself grinning as you walk to your gate, and the many hours of separation are dwindling. Soon, you'll be reunited with the idiot you’ve missed so dearly.

You get coffee, and some snacks, find a comfortable spot, and less than an hour later, you board the plane. You find your seat, shoot off a text to Jack and turn on your shared playlist.

Minutes later, you’re in the clouds, and you feel yourself at peace for the first time in a while, so with a slight smile, you close your eyes and try to sleep just a little more.

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A shortish flight later, you barely step ten feet in the Delta terminal baggage claim when you get a text that immediately sends you into panic mode.

-I see u-

You snap your head to survey your surroundings and try your best to prepare yourself for the attack, but you know it’s futile. You’re proven correct when, within five seconds of seeing the text, you’re thrown to the ground, a hand coming to cover your mouth to silence your scream.

To onlookers, this may seem like a kidnapping attempt but not one single person even bats an eye as you’re wrestled to the dirty airport floor.

Jack makes quick work of laying his entire body weight on you and crushing you between his body and the floor. You struggle to breathe between your laughter and all the extra weight that is being dramatically laid out on your chest.

You both stay this way for a second and finally, you smack him in an attempt to push him off of you. He does, jumping up quickly and pulling you into a hug that crushes every bone in your body.

When he lets you pull back a little bit, you finally take in his face for the first time in over a month. His eyes are filled with happiness, and he smiles so hard you’re afraid his face might break open. You notice he hasn’t shaved; growing slightly along his jaw and upper lip is a little hair that has you immediately wanting to pull out the razor you know is somewhere in your checked bag.

“God, you hate it, don’t you?”

You realize you must have been staring a bit too long at his face, and laughter bursts from your lips.

“No, it’s um,” you pause, a teasing smile crossing your face. “It’s fine.”

Jack lets out a groan, pulling you into him and dropping his head into your neck.

“It’s coming off immediately,” he mutters, the light vibrations sending a chill down your spine.

After several seconds of sulking, Jack pulls back, looking deeply into your eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but his soft smile somehow grows even more, and he leans back to kiss your forehead.

You try your best not to melt, pulling him back for another hug. His grip is so tight, as if he thinks you might slip away.

You stay there for another few moments before he pulls back slightly, and both of his hands remove themselves from your waist and go to cup your face. He stares hard for a second, his beautiful green eyes scanning over every inch of your face until they stop at your lips, and after a moment, he connects yours together, and fireworks explode in your entire body.

You kiss him for a few seconds, then remember you’re in the middle of a crowded airport and pull back from his firm embrace. When you part, you see he’s got a slight smirk on his face that makes your heart stutter. He always is a little cocky and a whole lot clingy when you first see each other after a long time apart, but you love the combination. 

With a playful grin, you nudge Jack's side and motion toward the exit. "Come on, Romeo. Let's get out of here, and let's save the rest of this reunion for the privacy of the Lakehouse, shall we?"

Jack chuckles and nods, intertwining his fingers with yours. Together, you find your checked bag and make your way through the bustling airport. You let him lead you to his parked car, and he opens the door for you, and you slide into the passenger seat of the Range Rover.

As Jack pulls out of the airport parking lot, you lean back in your seat, taking in the familiar sights of the city passing by. His hand rests on your thigh, and the drive to the lake house is filled with laughter, catching up on missed stories and stealing stolen glances at each other whenever the traffic allows.

You drive for a while, but you soon turn onto the familiar road leading to the Lakehouse. You’re practically bouncing in your seat when Jack pulls into the driveway, and before the car has even come to a complete stop, you're unbuckling your seatbelt when Jack quickly grabs you before you can rush out.

“Wait, (Y/N).”

You meet his eyes, and you can see all the love and longing in the world in his gaze. Without a word, he captures your lips in a tender, passionate kiss, sealing the moment and igniting a fire that had been smoldering within both of you during the time apart.

As you break the kiss, you can't help but smile, knowing that this is just the beginning of an epic summer. You feel yourself leaning back in, and your lips barely brush when what you assume is a ball hits the windshield in front of you. You both are a little shocked, but a smile breaks on your face when you see Luke standing about ten feet away, with his arms crossed, looking less than impressed.

“You guys wanna stop making out and come see everyone who’s been waiting just as long as Jack to see you?”

You laugh at his annoyed tone and move to get out of the car when Jack grabs you once more, stealing a quick peck and whispering in your ear.

“We’ll finish this later.”

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Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 & KO / @thirteenisles

Tagging: @smileysvech @pyotrkochetkov @hoesforthecanes @hockeywritingcollection

Relationship: Andrei x Kat

Warning: Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids). Cum play

Summary: Flashback to the first time Kat and Andrei fuck without a condom.

Word Count: 5.8k

Comments: Tiff and Katie asked for more Kat and Drei, so they get more Kat and Drei! (Also I know we’re all secretly happy sad that the Canes are eliminated so here’s a little something to cheer people up) Hope you guys enjoy!!! 

(c) nat g. 2023 // do not repost, do not claim as your own

March 2022

No matter what, if Andrei wasn’t playing on a Friday or Saturday night and he was home, they always had a movie night. Kat always looked forward to those days, getting Andrei all to herself after a long week of hockey, one of the few days she didn’t have to share him with the city of Raleigh, not that she was complaining, they both loved the city, the fans, and their passion. But it was nice to have him all to herself.

This week they were watching What’s Your Number. Kat picked it out. Andrei wasn’t exactly paying attention but he grasped it was another romcom. How could he pay attention when Kat was in nothing more than a pair of his boxers and one of his Canes shirts he outgrew and it had been over a week since he last felt her sweet pussy around his cock.

They had been on the road and when he tried to sneak out to see Kat in the middle of the night Jordo had walked him back to his room. He tried desperately to convince Jordo to let him go, but there was no negotiating with him. It was the night before a back to back and Jordo didn’t need their star up all night because his girl worked for the team.

But the joke was on Jordo because he was up late anyway sexting Kat all the things he was going to do to her once they got back to Raleigh.

But, because the universe was a cruel being, he strained his groin during the second half of the back to back. It wasn’t bad, just a tweak, but Kat shooed off his every advance since.

“You need rest,” she said.

“I don’t want you to over work yourself,” she said.

“It would be worth it, Kisa,” he said, but she wouldn’t have it.

Which brought them to Friday, spending their night off watching What’s Your Number on her living room couch, more than a week since the last time he had her.

It was a good movie, or good background sound anyway. He saw it out of the corner of his eye as he watched Kat. Her skin was warm as he rested his hand on her knee before dragging it upward, his thumb rubbing soft circles. He was young, wound tight from hockey, and he finally got the girl he had been after since he entered the league, of course every chance he got he was going to try to get some.

She had picked the movie, but it was secondary to him. Everything was always secondary to him. They had been together, officially, for just over a year, but, God, she could never get enough of him. It was crazy how she could go from indifferent toward him to insatiable. But he had truly and irreversibly wiggled his way into her life.

Not that Kat complained as she let her legs part a little more to give him more room, which he greedily accepted as he trailed his hand higher on her thigh till he found the edge of his own boxers.

“Drei,” she whined softly, her voice was like honey. “We’re supposed to be watching the movie.”

“I’m watching something better,” he hummed, his accent thick before he leaned in and softly kissed the exposed skin of her neck. She smelt like the vanilla bodywash she had been using and he wanted to drown himself in her scent. Kat tilted her head to give him more room and she hummed softly, her eyes fluttering close. “It’s been too long,” he added, even if it hadn’t been, his voice muffled by her skin.  

“Well, that’s not my fault,” she replied. “You’ve been sore from the game.”

“I’m not sore anymore,” he told her and nipped at her jaw before he smoothed it over with his tongue.

She let out a soft moan before she turned towards him and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she straddled his lap, pressing her hips into his. “No? You’re not sore anymore?” She asked and brushed her lips over his, humming as she teased him.

He caught her lips in a proper kiss, shamelessly gripping her ass to pull her closer as he moaned into the kiss. “Not even a little bit.”

She rolled her hips against him. “That’s good,” she hummed before kissing him deeply. He was never going to get enough of her lips and his fingers dug into her ass as he tried to pull her closer. She was his girl. His woman.

Kat could feel it as he hardened beneath her and she continued to grind down on his cock, moaning into his mouth the harder he got. “Sure you’re still watching the movie, sólnyshka?” He teased and his lip twitched up as he slipped the tips of his fingers past the band of her shorts.

“What movie?” She replied with a smirk before she nipped at his bottom lip, and he breathed a laugh before he kissed her again, gently kneading her ass.

Kat was gentle as she gentle dragged her nails down the back of his neck and she giggled when he shivered, but her giggle turned into a breathy moan as he brushed his fingers over her clothed pussy. It was his turn to chuckle as he slowly rubbed her, feeling the heat of her through the shorts, his shorts. “What? Not laughing anymore, sólnyshka?”

“Right there, Drei,” Kat moaned softly, her nails softly digging into his skin.

“Oh, here?” His touch was light and he purposely ignored her clit, wanting her to beg for it. Kat, his Kat, was so strong and assertive and he loved when she told him just how much she wanted him, just how much she needed him.

She kissed him again, rocking her hips against his hand as she tried to move his fingers to where she wanted them most. He bit her lower lip hard enough to make her whine and smirked as he releases it, “tell me where, sólnyshka.”

“Touch my clit, Andrei,” she whined. “Please.”

He hummed as he smirked and leaned back to give himself more room before he slipped his hand into the front of her shorts. He groaned at how wet she was, running his fingers over her slit before he rubbed soft, lazy circles on her clit. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”

“Only for you, Andrei,” she moaned. He was the only man that could make her feel this good.

“I need to taste you,” he groaned as he circled his finger over her entrance. “Been too long since I’ve had my mouth on your sweet pussy; spent the whole roadie dreaming of your taste, Kisa.”

“Yeah?” She bit her lip, “you know what I want from you?”

“What, Kisa?” He hummed, just barely pressing his finger into her as he ate her alive with his eyes.

She leaned in, brushing her lips against his ear, her voice soft as honey, “I want you to cum inside me tonight.”

He froze and his jaw went slack as his cock throbbed. She didn’t— He had to have heard her wrong. Fuck the thought alone had him squeezing his eyes shut with a moan as he imagined how warm and wet and perfect she would be around his bare cock. “Kat,” his voice was broken. “You’re serious?”

“Very much so,” she whispered and pulled back to look at him, dragging her nails down the back of his neck. “I want to feel you, all of you. I want to feel you cum inside me, want you to fill me up till it leaks out,” her voice was soft as she twirled a piece of his hair between her fingers.

“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled in Russian before he kissed her deeply, tangling his fingers in her hair to pull her closer. “You feel what you do to me, Kisa? Feel how hard you make me?”

“Yes,” she breathed as she rocked against him. “Fuck, yes, I do.”

“Fuck, all I want is to sink into you and fuck you right now, feel your sweet perfect pussy around my cock. But no.” He had to taste her first and he pulled his hand from her shorts and lifted them to her mouth, brushing her wetness over her lips. She wrapped her lips around his fingers, her eyes fluttering shut as she sucked them clean. “Good girl,” he murmured before he kissed her deeply, licking the taste of her off her tongue.

She moaned into the kiss, rolling her hips against his, “take me to bed, Andrei.” He didn’t need to be told twice and he easily stood up, both hands on her ass as he carried her to bed to have his way with her.

“Oh—” Kat gasped when Andrei dropped her on the bed. He looked at her for half a second before he slipped his fingers into the band of her shorts and pulled them down her legs and he groaned when he finally got his eyes on her. It really had been too long.

His shirt was next to go and he tossed it aside before he knelt between her legs and pushed her shirt up. He was never going to get tired of just looking at her, she was so beautiful. His gaze alone makes her shiver in delight. He always made her feel wanted. His touch was gentle as he ran his hand up her calf. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured and kissed just above her knee.

“So are you, Andrei,” she said and she propped her head up a pillow so she could see him better.

He sucked a mark onto her inner thigh and smoothed it over with his tongue before he looked up at her, “you think I’m beautiful?”

“Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, handsome,” she listed as she ran her fingers through his hair, and he was quick to kiss her inner wrist.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered in Russian and kissed her before she could question what he said. Her Russian was getting better, but some things would remain secret, even if she hated his little Russian secrets. “Should I give you another hatty?” He asked against her lips. “Make you nice and wet for my cock?”

“Whatever you want Andrei. I’m yours,” she replied and tried to pull him closer.

“Okay, Kisa,” he kissed her again before he began to trail his lips down her throat to her chest. He knew she didn’t like visible marks, but he left one about her collarbone before he trailed his tongue down her chest and around her nipple. “Fuck your breasts,” he groaned and playfully nipped at the soft flesh.

She let out a loud whine, “oh god.” He was so attentive and made her feel like she was on fire in the best way and when he looked up at her with those dark eyes she literally melted.

“Just me, Kisa,” he smirked and flattened his tongue over her nipple before he blew softly. “You should stop wearing clothes around the apartment.”

“But then I’d never get any work done,” her voice was breathy as she tried to laugh.

“Oh, I think we’d get plenty done,” he smirked and took her nipple between his lips and he used his fingers to give her other equal attention. His hands were so big they completely cover her breasts but he loved it, he loved every inch of her body from the beauty marks on her face, to the freckles on her chest, the dimples in her thighs, and scars on her knees. He loved every part of her. Every part of her was perfect and he was thankful to have any piece of her. He was always going to show her just how much he loved and appreciated her and he sucked gently on her nipple before he switched sides, ensuring they received equal attention.

“Fuck, Drei…” she moaned his name softly. She felt herself get even more wet as he worshipped her breasts.

He moaned against her skin, eyes closed as he focused, grinding his hips into the bed to get a little relief for himself. She made him so hard, she always had. He had been into her since day one, she drove him crazy in the best ways. But now that he had won her over, she felt the same. She couldn’t get enough of Andrei.

Slowly he pulled back and dragged the trip of his tongue down her stomach as he settled between her legs. He’d spend all day and night there if she let him. He blew over her clit and chuckled when she whined, “you are so wet for me.”

“Only for you,” she told him quickly. He was the only one who could get her worked up like this.

“Only me,” he repeated and bit her inner thigh hard enough to mark. His, he thought.

She gasped, but he soothed it over with his tongue before he eyed her pussy, the corner of his lips twitching up. He looked up at her and pursed his lips before he spat on it. She didn’t need it, she was wet enough, but he always loved the sound that left her mouth and the way she flushed when he spat on her pretty little pussy.

It was a half strangled gasp and half moan that left her lips and she arched her back as she reached down to thread her fingers through his hair. “Drei,” she moaned and tried to push his head down.

“Patience, Kisa,” he told her, looking up at her again as he slowly licked up her slit. She tossed her head back as she moaned loudly and she didn’t mean to, but her legs closed around his head as he circled the tip of his tongue around her clit.

It would be an honour to be suffocated by her, he thought, face buried against her pussy. Not a bad way to go at all.

She tugged his hair and reached behind her to grip the pillow, needing something more to hold onto. No one ate pussy like Andrei Svechnikov. No one.

His eyes closed as he focused on her clit and only on her clit, swirling his tongue around her bud as he sucked softly, driving her absolutely crazy before he dipped his head down to fuck her with his tongue, nose buried in her sweet cunt so the only thing he could taste and smell was her. It was obscene the things he could do with his mouth. And moaned against her like she was a meal sent from heaven just for him, enjoying it almost as much as she was.

She ground her hips against him and he only pulled her closer as he tried to bury his tongue deeper in her, his hands gripping her thighs, digging his fingers into her skin. Andrei loved to mark her up, loved to litter her skin with reminders of who made her feel good, who worshipped her body. He wanted everyone to know she was his, that he was hers.

It wasn’t like they weren’t so obviously together. Everyone knew she was his, but he just loved seeing the bruised road map of what he did to her the night before; he loved to retrace his lips over the marks the next day and remind her that he was the only one who could make her feel this good, and that no other man could or would.

Slowly he looked up at her, his brown eyes darker with lust. His cock was aching to be in her, but he wanted her to cum on his tongue first, needed her to cum on his tongue first. She was close, he could feel it as she fluttered around his tongue. “Oh, God, Andrei, please, baby,” she got out between broken moans.

He hummed against her and switched back to focusing on her clit, sucking as he traced the tip of his tongue over the bud just the way she liked. “Oh fuck— oh fuck.” Her moans got louder the closer she got until she came hard, her grip tightening on his hair as she rolled her hips against his mouth, moaning so loud it echoed in the room.

Andrei groaned as he felt her cum against him and he slowed his tongue to draw it out, his eyes closed in concentration. He truly would never get enough of her taste. He could drown in her cum and it wouldn’t be enough. When her grip loosened on his hair, he forced her legs wider and dipped his tongue down to gather her cum and he moaned louder at the sweet taste of her before he focused back on her clit. One wasn’t enough for him. One was never enough for Andrei, he needed at least three or maybe even four. He needed to have her shaking and pussy sensitive from his tongue.

“Jesus, fuck, Andrei,” she moaned and tried to close her legs out of sensitivity, but he was so much stronger than her and he pulled back as he forced her thighs open, a smirk playing on his cum coated lips before he pinched her clit between his fingers, making her squeal. “Oh fuck no— Ah—” was all she managed to get out because she was so sensitive and he knew how easily it would be to make her cum again.

“No?” He repeated and pinched her clit again with a smirk, his tongue darting out to lick over her cum coating his lips.

She gripped the sheets underneath her, so incredibly close and when he did it again, she came with a loud “fuck!”

He swallowed as he watched her and slowly rubbed her clit to draw her high out. “Again? So quickly? Oh, Kisa,” he hummed but he smirked as he watched her with hungry eyes.

Her thighs shook from the intensity of it and she bit her lip and whimpered, “so sensitive.”

“So soon?” He teased. He had only given her two and he knew she was capable of many, many more than that. Kat nodded, her skin flushed, but he wasn’t done with her, not yet, and he continued to softly rub her clit as he looked up at her.

She could feel her high building again from his lazy rubbing of her clit and she whined softly, her hips bucking into his hand. It was good, but she needed him to fuck her, needed him to fill her up.

“Andrei please,” she begged and he laughed against her thigh before he bit it again, leaving another mark in her soft perfect skin.

“Tell me what you need baby? Tell me what you want?” He knew exactly what she was after, but he wanted to hear her say it again.

“For you to fuck me,” she begged, lifting her hips. “I want to feel you.”

“Yeah? Want my cock in your tight little pussy, sólnyshka?” He bit the inside of her other thigh, happy to cover her in reminders of him.

Her voice caught in her throat before she nodded. It was a wonder she once considered herself to be a dominant before he ruined her. “I need your cock,” she told him breathlessly.

“And I need my hatty,” he hummed as he continued to rub her clit. Just as soon as she gave him another. She was so soft and wet under his touch and he quickened his fingers as he laid his other arm over her hips to keep her still.

She came with no warning, tugging his hair as she struggled against the arm over her hips as she clenched around nothing. “Please,” she whined as she rocked her hips up. “Want to feel your thick cock, Drei. Want to feel you cum and fill me up.”

He crawled back up to her, wrapping his hand around her throat, and he smirked as she arched into him, her eyes momentarily fluttering shut. “And you’ll get to feel it, you’ll get to feel all of me,” he told her and pressed his hips to hers as he kissed her deeply.

She moaned loudly into his mouth. It was the most she had ever felt him. He usually pulled back to get a condom, giving her but a moment of his cock resting against her, but not this time. This time it was a promise for what was the come and she hooked her leg around his hip and pulled him closer.

He rutted against her as he controlled the kiss. “Mine, all mine,” he muttered between kisses, his cock easily gliding between her folds.

“All yours,” she agreed and roughly gripped his shoulders, dragging her nails across his skin. “Andrei, please.”

“I got you baby, I got you.” He kissed Kat again before he sat up, wrapping his hand around his cock and he stroked himself a few times before he tapped his cock against her clit. “You ready?”

She nodded and reached down to cover his hand with hers to guide him to her entrance, fluttering at the feeling of his tip against her. He slowly pressed into her, his eyes rolling back as he swore in Russian. It was so much better than using a condom, she was so tight, warm, and wet and fuck—

He really had to think of something, anything, else because he’d cum too soon.

Her leg tightened around his hip and she moaned loudly as she fluttered around him. There was no barrier between them, just them, just him, buried deep inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulder as she tried to pull him closer. Even nothing between them wasn’t enough, she needed him closer.

He gripped her leg and hiked it over his hip to get himself deeper, moaning as she clenched around him and he started thrusting slow and deep, his eyes closed as he focused on the feeling of her alone.

“Yes, God yes,” she cried, her back arching as she closed her eyes. He filled her in the best ways, in the most indescribable ways.

“Fuck.” He could barely think of anything other than how good she felt around him. He muttered in Russian how good and perfect she was. She could only understand bits and pieces, but she opened her eyes and her pussy clenched at the sight of him. Andrei’s chest was flushed, his eyes squeezed shut, and his lips parted as he moaned, completely lost in the feeling of her. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen.

She couldn’t help but pull him closer and kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth. “Feel so good, Drei,” she told him dreamily. “So fucking good.”

“Kisa, you feel like a fucking dream,” he groaned, kissing her again. He’d never tire of her lips.  

She moaned in agreement and bit at his bottom lip. She loved how absolutely wrecked he is. “You gonna cum for me, Drei? Gonna cum in my pussy?”

“Not until you cum first,” he replied and bit at her bottom lip, watching as it slapped back against her. “I wanna feel you cum around my cock.”

She nodded and trailed her hand down to her clit but before she could touch herself, Andrei knocked her hand away to rub her clit, groaning as she clenched around him. He was so close and he bit his lip to control himself. She needed to cum first. He needed to know the feeling of her cumming on his cock.

“Come on, Kisa. I want you to cum, want to feel your pretty pussy cum around my cock. Want to see the bliss on your face and hear my name rolling off your tongue,” his voice was breathy as he thrusted harder, deeper.

Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders and he knew they’d leave a mark but he didn’t care, he loved it, loved when she got possessive over him enough to mark him. “Don’t stop,” she told him breathlessly. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“I’m not gonna stop, not gonna stop till you’re cumming around my cock and I’m filling you with my cum and—” he cut himself off with a bite of his tongue. For a brief moment he couldn’t help but think and knock you up.

His hips stuttered as he thought it, eyes momentarily dropping down her body. Kat could see it in his eyes and it sent her over the edge, her nails raking down his back as she came hard, her eyes rolling back with a long moan of his name.

Andrei squeezed his eyes shut and his hips stuttered as she clenched around him, her cum dripping down his balls, but he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She will always cum first. Always.

She could feel her high start to roll into another and she dug her heel into his lower back to try to get him closer. “Fill me up, Drei,” she moaned, her voice breathless in his ear.

He leaned down and kissed her lazily, so close it only took a few more thrusts before his hips stuttered and he filled her up with his cum. He moaned loudly into her mouth and she hungrily swallowed it and she tried to pull him closer as she came again, moaning just as loud as she fluttered around him. She was so warm, so full, so good, he thought, and when he broke the kiss to rest his forehead on her shoulder, his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.

Kat was gentle as she rubbed his shoulders. “God,” he groaned as he rested more of his weight on her.

“Feel good?” She laughed softly and gently ran her fingers through his hair.

“So good,” he agreed and he kisses her softly. “You’re so good.”

Kat smiled into the kiss, “you liked it a lot?”

He could only hum. He’d stay in her all night if she let him, but he didn’t want to crush her, so, as much as he didn’t want to, he gently pulled out, both of them wincing at the loss. “I loved it,” he told her.

She frowned at the loss of him and when he rolled onto his back, she rolled with him, pressing herself up against his thigh. “I did too,” she confessed.

“I think we’ll have to do it again… in about… ten minutes,” he grinned cheekily next to her.

“Ten minutes?” She bit her lip and lightly ran her nail down his chest, smirking as his muscles clenched under her touch. “You’re slacking. I thought one of the pros to dating younger was a fast rebound time.”

“Listen woman…” he gripped her chin and made her looks at him. “Your pussy is magic and sometimes it quite literally drains me away so maybe I need a few extra minutes.” Kat scrunched her nose up in disagreement, but it didn’t last long as he slid his hand down in between them, the tips of his fingers brushing her clit. “But that just means I have to pay you more attention in the meantime.”

Kat’s smirk fell as he brushed her clit with the tips of his rough finger. She was really sensitive and his fingers were big and rough and she instinctively rolled onto her back to give him more space, but he wasn’t after her clit. No, he shifted down till he was between her legs and he smirked as he looked up at her. His cum was leaking out of her. “Well we can’t have this…” he said before he scooped their cum on his fingers and pressed it back into her. “Gotta keep this inside you.”

Her breath caught in a gasp and she clenched around his fingers. He didn’t want her to waste his cum. And just when she thought he couldn’t get any hotter he proved her wrong as he licked his lips and he looked up at her, “can’t have it go to waste, right, Kisa?”

“No, we can’t,” she agreed and let her legs fall open more. She bit her lip as she watched him, “I wonder what it tastes like, your cum mixed with mine.”

He hummed and his gaze alone made her shiver. “Guess we have to find out,” he told her and he slowly pulled his fingers out and looked at her as he sucked his fingers clean. He moaned at the taste before he pressed them into her again and pulled them out and held them out to her. “How about you have a taste and be the judge.”

Kat hungrily took his fingers and her eyes closed as she licked them clean with a satisfied moan. “Tastes good right? You and me together?” He asked as he pulled his fingers from her mouth with a lewd pop and kissed her deeply, licking the taste of them from her mouth.

She moaned louder and pulled him flush against her. She could feel he was hardening again and she rolled her hips into his. “Very good,” she agreed.

“Yeah?” He asked as he took himself into his hand.

“So very good,” she repeated, holding his gaze and he guided himself into her again.

“The fucking best,” he agreed, his accent heavy. She moaned loudly, not caring if the neighbours heard through the window he left open. “I could spend the rest of my life buried in your sweet pussy,” he said softly in Russian. “You’re all I want; all I’ve ever wanted.”

He figured all she could pick up was maybe a few words, but he was wrong. She had been learning Russian, lessons stolen she could, and she understood every word he said. “You’re all I want, too,” she repeated back to him between thrusts and pulled him impossibly closer.

They were practically fused together, him buried so deep, and all he could smell was her, sweat and sex. He was more rocking into her than anything else, so close and intimate and she was so close again, so desperate to cum again. He was so deep, hitting her g-spot with every thrust. He was gonna fill her up again, make her cum.

“Drei,” she moaned as she clung to him. “My Drei.”

“Yours, Kisa, I’m yours,” he moaned, so close himself, but she had to cum first.

It only took a few more rock of his hips before she came again, moaning into his neck. It wasn’t as strong as her other highs, but it was still good, so intimate, and it was enough to send Andrei over the edge as well. He spilled into her with a loud moan of her name and filled her up with his cum. It was so good, so warm, and she didn’t think she could go back now that she had fully had him.

He let out a shaky breath and slowly rested his weight against her before he kissed her softly. “I love you so much,” he whispered against his lips.

“I love you more,” she whispered back.

He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Impossible,” he breathed and kissed her again before she could argue. She hummed against his lips. She’d let him have it this time. He certainly loved her longer, but she fell harder.

After a few moments of basking in the afterglow he pulled out, shushing her softly before he got up and headed to the bathroom to start a bath for the two of them to clean them up. “You good baby?” He asked when he came back, stroking her cheek.

“Very good,” she smiled sleepily at him as she leaned into his touch. “But I don’t think we’ll be needing any more condoms.”

He raised his eyebrows as he bent down and easily scooped her up in his arms, “yeah? No more condoms?”

“No more,” she hummed. “I don’t want anything between us anymore.”

He grinned as he sat her down on the edge of the tub. “I can get on board with that,” he said and quickly tested the water to make sure it was warm enough before he gently placed her in the water. He followed a moment later as he settled behind her. “I’ll throw the condoms out later.”

“Or you can just give it to the rookies,” she offered, making him laugh.

“Oh, Kisa, that’s generous. But none of them will be able to fit,” he laughed as he let his hand rest on her stomach.

She laughed with him. “An even better reason to give it to them,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Tell them they’re too small for you.”

He laughed louder as he nodded. She truly was the one for him. “I’ll toss them out like confetti.”

“You do that, big boy,” she smiled and rested her head back against his shoulder. She hummed when he kissed her cheek and he smiled to himself before he lathered a cloth up with Kat’s vanilla bodywash and began to wash her up. He was gentle as he ran the cloth over her; he was always so gentle, always cherishing her body, thankful for every time she let him touch her.

He started with her arms as he went up to her shoulders before he dipped under her arms and down her chest. He paid special attention to her chest as he washed her, and when he smiled at her whimper, she gave his chest a shove. His laugh made her chest warm and he held the cloth in his hand as he looked at her, so incredible in love with her.

Once they were both clean, he helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a fluffy towel. They both brushed their teeth before they used the bathroom and Andrei helped Kat to bed, her towel forgotten on the floor in favour of his arms.

She could still feel his cum leaking out of her, but it only made her smile as she snuggled closer, a piece of him still buried inside her.

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"You all really didn't have to come help me pack," Is all I can think to say once I get past the shock of opening my front door to players from the Devils, Ducks, and Canucks. "I- How did you all even know? Let alone get tickets so quick?"

"We're professional hockey players Kid, we have the money for last minute tickets AND the muscles for carrying heavy things into your Uhaul," Is Elias Pettersson's response.

"We're basically the dream team of moving," Is Cole's addition, popping out from behind Nico to give me a hug. Make that four NHL teams represented.

"But you didn't have to all come? I don't have that much stuff and I already had Trev and my brothers."

"Just say you're happy to see us and move over so we can get in," Is Brady's jab, pulling me into a hug before pushing me back into my nearly empty apartment, each boy giving me a hug as they go until the only ones left to enter are my brothers and boyfriend.

"Hey there Kiddo," Quinn greets, pulling me into his side and kissing the top of my head. "You didn't really think we wouldn't call in the army to make this easiest for you."

"Or that we wouldn't be coming with you to Cali to unpack," Jack chimes, holding up three tickets while still in the entry.

"Just the three of us, the other boys are all heading home tomorrow," Lu is the one to comfort, seeing the anxiety in my body rise and making it fall. "It looks like you pretty much have everything packed."

"I do," I agree, looking over the room of boxes, only a few items here and there as the men glance around, most having never seen my apartment before.

"What's left of this place is cute?" Dawson offers, trying his best to compliment what was left. "I'm sure it was even cuter before."

"Thank you Daws, that's a lot nicer than what Jamie was saying the other day," I chirp, the comment directed at said Ducks player who nearly drops the box that he had acquired.

"I didn't mean it like that! All I said was that this place wasn't cute enough for you!" He attempts to defend, looking to Trev for assistance.

"Not to defend his honor or anything, but he did follow it with 'your stuff will look so much cuter in our apartment'," Trev offers, and I can't help but jokingly roll my eyes.

"And this is why he's your one true love," I grumble, the Petey, Q, Jimmy and Mason walking out with boxes in hand, having just taken any old boxes and gotten moving.

"Hey now, you know you're my one true love, baby," Trev assures, moseying up in front of me and pulling me in by my hips, wrapping his arms around me and giving me a peck.

You can hear the groans of the room before you can actually determine who's groan is who's. All I do know is that Jack was definitely the one to say "ew" and Cole absolutely said "oh my poor eyes!"

Drama queens.

"Okay, that's enough of that," Luke is the one to pull me away from Trev, pulling on my hand like he did as a kid.

God when did we all grow up.

Cole, Trevor, my brothers and I. All that we're missing is Alex.

And all my boys made it into the NHL.

And I'm a nurse.

"Hey, don't fall too far in there," Quinn's words pull me out, him and the others having gotten back in the time that I was in my head, Luke having just gently been rubbing my shoulder in the mean time. "Where'd you just disappear to?"

"Just thinking about how much we've all changed since Jack and the boys were in dev camp."

It's a simple answer, but its enough that Q pulls me around the corner into the hallways, leaving Luke behind to lead the continued emptying of where I've lived for two years.

As soon as we're around he's looking in my eyes before pulling me into a hug, tucking me under his chin like he's always done and holding me tight.

"I know change, especially big changes, make your anxiety spike," well he caught me there, "but this is something you've been looking forward to since you were toddling around putting bandaids on us after peewee practice. As much as I hate to say it, you are the most prepared out of any of us to go out into the world."

"Q-" I cut myself off, knowing if I continue I may just cry. "Thank you."

"Hey Mags-a-million, where- oh," Cole pauses, a blush coming to his cheeks at interrupting Quinn's and my sibling bonding moment.

"Uh, yeah, what were you going to ask Coley?" I ask, wiping the few tears that did gather from my waterline.

"I just wanted your permission to move the box that says undergarments. I felt kind of weird doing it without asking and didn't want Trev to kick my ass," He explains, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Cole, it's not like you're digging through my panty drawer," I can't help but laugh, his entire face burning bright red.

Quinn just shakes his head, running his hand through his hair. "I'm pretty sure you made it weirder by asking."

"Why did Mason just tell me that Cole was asking about your under stuff?" Trevor's voice interrupts us once more, taking me from my brothers side and pulling me into his arms, glaring with very little ammunition at Cole. "Back off my woman Caufield."

"See! This is why I asked!" Cole yells, officially having enough of the teasing before glaring at Trev. "You," He emphasizes with a point, "can carry it, jackass," Throwing his hands up to his usual level of dramatics before wandering away.

Trev pecks my forehead, the brightest smile on his face as he leads us after our favorite dramatic.

"I think this is really going well."

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