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turcott3 · 2 months

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made for me

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings: cursing, kissing, oral f and m receiving, protected sex, pet names, fluff

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you giggled at the soft feeling of the bed after matt tossed you onto it, climbing over you, attaching your lips desperately but lovingly. you were both dressed and ready for bed but it seemed you were both far from ready to sleep.

you haven’t been with matt for more than 2 months and if you were honest, you were afraid to get physical with him due to his size. which always sounded stupid coming out, but matt is a giant, beautiful, brunette monster. you couldn’t even fathom the things he would do to you, but tonight things felt different. sex was in the air looming over the two of you. the way his soft lips tangled themselves with yours sent butterflies through your body. you admired the was the light chiseled his abdomen and the way his grey sweatpants made you nervous to have him pummeling deep inside you. you weren’t sure how much you could handle.

“baby.” he says picking his head up and locking eyes with you.

“hm?”

“can we?”

“matt im-“

“baby please, i just want to love you. i want to show you, in more than just words, how beautiful you are and i know you’re afraid but i promise i’ll be so careful. i’ll take such good care of you my love.”

“you promise?” you reply, the fear wasn’t coming from a place of unknown. you weren’t a virgin, you’d just never dated a 6 foot 7 beefy athlete before.

“i promise. i would never hurt you. if it’s too much tell me and i’ll stop okay? i want you to be comfortable.”

“okay.” you accept smiling lightly, watching your boy’s eyes light up made your heart jump in your chest. you knew he was romantic and truthfully you were beyond excited to explore further into your relationship, fears aside. you also, subconsciously, loved the way he was begging for you. the way he’d just begged to touch and love you made you crave him in ways you hadn’t before.

“my beautiful baby.” he smiles, attaching your lips in a kiss that you swore could’ve caused a spark that set the whole room on fire. he toyed with the seam of your large tshirt, allowing him to tug it off you carefully, hardly losing touch.

“to make this even, let’s lose these.” you giggle as you sat there in only your thong, tugging at the waistband of his dreadful sweatpants. he smirks at you before pulling them down, keeping eye contact with you. he stepped back out of his pants and looked you up and down. you become painfully aware of your bare chest and fight the urge to cover up.

“wow.” he scoffs.

“what?” you reply nervously.

“this was so worth waiting for, look at you. fucking gorgeous.” he smiles as your cheeks heat up.

“stop it matt.”

“what? i’m just stating the obvious.” he giggles, walking back over to you, kissing you with more passion than you’ve ever felt. his hand found its way into your hair, grabbing into it lightly,

“okay, what do you want to do?” he asks randomly.

“what do you mean?”

“like do you want to go a little further?”

“yes.” you simply say.

“lay back for me.” he says and you comply. delicately, he pulls your underwear down and your breath hitches in your throat at the sudden contact between your legs. his large hands wrapping around the outside of your thighs as his tongue pays close attention to your clit.

“oh fuck.” you say, your abdomen tightening as your hand tugs the brunettes hair. the way he paid such close attention to your pleasure. you were creeping close to the edge, you could feel yourself coming close to a climax.

“matt-“ you say and he backs off quickly, wiping his mouth with his arm.

“why’d you stop?” you frown.

“i don’t want you to get off on just that.” he giggles. you reach out and grab his face, bringing his lips back to yours.

“let me.” you say pushing him away. setting in the edge of the bed, yanking his boxers down. your eyes widened at the sight in front of you.

“holy shit.” you whisper to yourself before taking him into your hand, stroking him fully hard. you bring his tip to your lips as you push spit through your lips, circling the saliva with your tongue, striking him wet with your hand.

“jesus christ.” he groans looking down at the sight below him. he gathers your hair behind your head carefully, not pushing you. you lock eyes with him as you take him fully into your mouth, pushing your limits, holding your thumb to attempt to keep yourself from gagging. somehow, your lips almost touch the base of his cock. not once losing eye contact, your eyes well up with tears. fighting the urge to gag you remove him from your mouth, stroking him with your hand completely out of air.

“no more.” he says quietly, using two fingers to guide your chin back to his lips.

“but why?” you pout.

“because.” he giggles, making his point very clear as he drags his fingers through your soaking folds.

“promise you’ll go slow?”

“yes baby, i promise.” he smiles, grabbing a condom from his drawer.

“give me that.” you say. he hands you the condom and you carefully tear it open, rolling it onto his thick cock.

“lay back my love.” he says fluffing the pillows behind you before you lean back. he lines himself up with you, pushing in slowly. you gasped at the way he stretched you out, moaning out in pleasure. once he bottoms out, you can feel your stomach bulging.

“god matt you’re so big.” you gasp, running light fingers over the bulge which directed his attention to it.

“i’m all yours.” he smirks, using one hand to lift your head to meet his in the middle, connecting your lips sensually. slowly, he retracts his hips, thrusting back into you at the same speed. you couldn’t lie and say you were t enjoying the sensation of him being almost too big for you.

“are you okay?” he asks keeping his speed.

“yes baby, you can go faster.” you say, becoming anxious for him to speed up. carefully, he speeds up just enough for your moans to practically become cries.

“oh my god.” you say, your moans snapping up an octave.

“i love you.” he says lowly, his face inches away from yours.

“i love you too.” you choke out, your eyes fighting the urge to roll into the back of your head. he hit every single sensitive spot inside you, practically overwhelming all of your senses.

“matt.” you moan, your fingers scratching his back harshly.

“god fuck, say it again.” he grunts, picking up his pace.

“oh my fucking god, matt you feel so good,” you moan upon his request.

“i’m close.” you whisper just barely audible due to the loud sound of your skin slapping together.

“come for me baby. just let go.” he says, sucking at the skin in your neck as the line snaps in your stomach, releasing all of your tightened muscles, a galaxy forming in your eyes as he fucks you right through your orgasm. he slows down quickly, pulling out of you, still stroking his cock. hazily, you get into your knees and pull the condom off of him, quickly taking him back into your mouth. you sucked in your cheeks, paying close attention to his sensitive tip. you pull away, stroking him with pressure until you felt his cock twitch in your hand. you open your mouth immediately, allowing him to spill his salty climax into your tongue, locking eyes with him as you swallow every last drop of it. with daze in your eyes, you lay back down not worrying about your clothes.

“you okay baby?” he giggles, taking his place next to you, running a finger lightly down your arm.

“that was fucking incredible, you’re incredible.” you say rolling over to face him. he smiles at your words, bringing you in for a kiss before pulling you to his chest. the warmth of his bare skin, lulling you to a sleepy state.

“can we go to sleep now? you wore me out.” you ask, cuddled to his side.

“of course y/n.” he says pressing a kiss to your temple.

“i hope i dream about you.” you mumble closing your eyes.

“me too.” he giggles as your breathing slows.

“my beautiful beautiful baby. i love you so much.” he whispers into your hair, your heart fluttering, falling asleep very quickly after.

#matt rempe x reader #matt rempe #matt rempe fluff #matt rempe smut #ny rangers #hockey imagine #hockey smut #turcs’ talk

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explosionkaboom · 1 month

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Wanna build next to the cup? ᯓ★ Will Cuylle

this wasn't requested and it's my first Fan-Fic, and I'll gladly take any requests for hockey guys just give me a scenario,player,position(not really needed) and team, i'll only do NHL and I only use Y/N

Will Cuylle/Left Wing/New York Rangers

Word count : 1047

Warnings: smut but fluff at end

it's Will Cuylle's turn with the cup so you and your boyfriend build legos but he ask's you to sit in his lap but it turns into something more.(this when Will is back in Ontario,Canada with his family,family isn't there, maybe grocery shopping?)

Y/N= Your Name

N/N= Nick Name

No Protection! (P in V)

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Y/N and Will sat peacefully building a Lego set Will had gotten for his birthday a few months ago, at least until he heard the doorbell ring from upstairs, seeing as it could be his old friend or teammate but instead when Will went upstairs to the door, he opened it and he was greeted with Braden Schneider holding the Stanley cup and with a smile on his face, Will was stunned forgetting it was his turn with the cup,Will grinned and taking the cup into his hands looking back to Braden,Will carefully gave the trophy to Y/N, turning to Braden ,"be careful with it, and do whatever you like, like drinking beer out of it or eating ice cream, just wipe it when your done" Y/N and Will nodded saying there goodbye's to Braden,Will and Y/N quickly taking the cup to Will's room, "Wanna build next to the cup?", Will said, Y/N's eyes lighting up to the thought "I would love that" Y/N had said smiling sitting on the ground in front of Will's coffee table building some star wars legos with her boyfriend.

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While Y/N and Will were building they kept exchanging little playful pinches and jokes, but finally after a few minutes Will mustered up the courage to ask Y/N a question, "Hey N/N could you maybe sit on my lap?" Will smiled looking at Y/N for an answer, "oh you sure? won't it be uncomfortable?" Y/N said putting some Lego piece's down smiling at Will, "I mean,no, not really,just come sit in my lap" Will Encouraged Y/N and motioning her to come over. Y/N just gave in and sat on Will's lap not noticing the bulge hitting her inner thigh, she just continued to build Lego's while Will played with her hair. 15 minutes had passed and Y/N was starting to notice the little groans or muffled moans coming from Will every few minutes and little tugs on her hair,every time she had to reach to get another piece or stretch Y/N would hear the groans escape Will's mouth. Y/N and Will had done it a few times before in the past, only before Will wasn't busy with hockey, before playoffs started, so you and him never had time, he always had to be showered, in a suit and out the door before a certain time and he was mostly gone in other states for away games, which meant y/n and Will hardly had time to fuck or anything really, but y/n was staying at Will's place for a few days to celebrate the Rangers win of the Stanley cup. but now since hockey is over and y/n was with Will she can finally take the chance and have some fun with Will. And at this moment Y/N was slowly grinding on Will's lap,"Please let's take this to the bedroom." Will had said little groans escaping his lips and grabbing Y/n's hips. "Can't we just take this to the bedroom?" Y/n had said groaning at the feeling of grinding on Will's lap, "we could but were right here in front of the couch" Will said shrugging off the idea of going to the bedroom, instead Will pulled Y/n off of his lap and placed her on the couch with her legs on his shoulder's not caring if they didn't finish the Lego set and taking Y/n's shorts and underwear off throwing them off to the side, even removing his own clothes. "Will, please,just hurry before your parents get home" Y/n groaned her hands placed on Will's chest, "Alright but we'll just head to your place tomorrow" without warning Will pushed into Y/n earning a low whimper. "relax I'm gonna take care of you" Will said groaning moving his hips, just making Y/n scream out his name. "F-Fuck Will, I'm so close" Y/n whimpered close to her climax, while Will released but his thrusts getting sloppy, after what "felt" like forever Y/n climaxed and released on Will's length earning a small moan from from both lovers. "wow" was all that came out of Will's mouth, he knew they hadn't done it in a long time and finally he was able to be close with Y/n again. it just was until he heard the sounds of a garage door open and a car pulling in, "Shit" was all that came out of both of your mouth's, Will quickly grabbing his and Y/n's clothes and running over to his door tossing them into his room and even taking Y/n and shoving a shirt and shorts on. "We're home, can you guys help with the Grocery's?" the words coming from Will's mom, "we'll be there in a minute!" Y/n rushed upstairs to help while Will quickly cleaning the part of the couch with the evidence of there moment. "maybe you and Will can build this" Will's mom brought out a small Lego set of a R2-D2, "that's cute but we didn't even finish the other set" Y/n giggled seeing Will walk up the steps with the Stanley cup. "Maybe we could take a photo" Will smiled taking out his phone.

Y/n and the Cuylle family had enjoyed the rest of the night taking photo's with the cup,building Lego's and talking, with all jokes, even Will's father bringing up marriage which made Will consider (maybe a future story?)

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First smut, i tried my best and it was my first story, I've never wrote smut but i'll get used to it when i get requests for it, don't be shy i won't care, besides i like writing

#hockey #will cuylle #Fem!reader #new york rangers #smut #will Cuylle smut #new york #ny rangers #nyr #will cuylle x reader

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ivyglow · 3 years

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sex w K’andre Miller after a roadie

anon asked for this and I decided to do something bigger <3

you were used to his travels, you swore up and down you were, but every roadie felt different and some days you would miss him the most, just like you did the other day. you missed being awake by his alarm early in the morning before he went to practice but always left you breakfast, you missed showering with him when you were sad, or watching random tv shows together, you missed all the cute and intimate moments, but you also missed sex. missed how his big hands would grip your waist and manhandle you around the bedroom, how he would mark your body just to kiss it better right after, or how sometimes you switched places and you were in control.

you missed your boyfriend, and that’s why when you heard the keys and the door you couldn’t help but run to him lacing your legs around his waist and kissing him blindly.

his hands go to your butt holding you close, surprised by the outburst of affection, “I missed you,” you mumble and he smiles. “me too, baby,” “you did?” your voice comes out low and sound more like a whine, “I did and I’m gonna show you how much,” he whispers back although there's only the two of you on your shared apartment.

he takes you to the bedroom and you help him strip before he drops your body on the mattress, his body is hot against yours while his mouth is cold trailing kisses all along your skin until he reaches your clothed center.

he kisses and fingers you until his voice is the only thing you can’t mutter, like a small prayer. he does it all whispering to you how much he wants to fuck you and how much he missed you. the contrast takes you to a second orgasm and he groans with the way you grip and tugs his curls

there’s a small ‘i love you’ before he enters you, he doesn’t let you hide your face nor he does it himself, with eyes locked on yours he fucks you mixing your cum from the previous orgasm and milking it all around his cock.

K’andre holds one of your hands while the other is on his back and hair, you feel he’s close when his grip tighten and his strokes start to seem messy, there’s an edge on his voice and he mumbles something you’re not able to understand before you explode and he comes right after.

you wouldn’t tell him this, but you couldn’t wait for his next travel with the team just so he would be back to you and you would feel all of these sensations and more.

#k'andre miller #kandre miller #ny rangers #new york rangers #smut #melinda writes smutty #headcanon #kandre miller imagine #nhl headcanon

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kaapoincorporated · 4 years

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Shameless | Kaapo Kakko

Requested: Yes | No

Overview: While out a club, you bump into Kaapo, your good friend and lab partner who you like and are unsure of, but what happens when some alcohol is mixed in?

Note: There are some curse word in this one [sorry about that to those who don’t like them] and has some suggestive content so if you are not a fan please don’t read or just read until where you feel uncomfortable and then stop. This is my second smut so I am sorry if it is bad. Don’t forget to drink some water and stay hydrated!

Did you honestly want to be wearing your dress out tonight? Hell no. Did that stop your friends from dragging you out tonight? Nope. You swayed slightly with the crowd as the drink in your hand sloshed around in the cup, the watermelon vodka encapsulating you in a euphoric phase before one of your friends clasped your wrist. “Babe, if you don’t get laid tonight then the men in this room are blind.” Emily laughed at your expression as she tugged you towards to bar. “What? We all know that you need it and plus, it isn’t like you are dating anyone- I mean you have had your eye on that guy in your biology class for a bit. I think I even saw him and his friends here when we entered, hell I think he has been checking you out.” You spat out your drink as she laughed. “ I swear to God, Em. You are going to-” The hand on your lower back had you whip around, your eyes widening as you looked up at the man now in front of you.

“Hey, I thought I saw you here.” His voice cut you out of your shock as you cleaner your throat. “Hello, Kaapo. You look nice… wasn’t expecting you here- you don’t seem the party type.” His eyes scanned your body as you laughed and took in his attire, his dark grey suit perfectly tailored with his dress shirt left with the top buttons undone. Fucking hell this has to be illegal. Kaapo was your bench partner in Biology, your friendship developing slowly after the first project you both had to do together, the DNA analysis causing you both to pull long and off hours around both of your schedules for months quickly causing you both to bond over the work and stress. While you both didn’t talk a lot, you both still supported each other in various ways- you going to his games with the WAGs and him coming over to help you with work or just listen to you vent out your frustrations with out judging them. But he’s only a friend, a really good friend. And that's the problem- I am tired of longing for somebody who isn’t mine, one-sidedly loving him wasn’t what I had in mind.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” his hand caressed your arm as he continued, the blood rushing to your face as goosebumps erupted under his touch. “And I don’t remember you being a party person either, though it isn’t a bad look on you.” “Well mister, she’s hot as fuck so I’d say it’s a pretty fantastic look.” You blushed as Emily tilted her beer to the man of the hour, the smirk creeping on to her face as she watched your reaction. Kaapo laughed as he noted your expression, mumbling something under his breath as you flipped your hair over your shoulder before steadying the girl next to you as she leaned over a little too much to the left before she pushed you off and took to the bar.

“Is she always like this?” You laughed as he stepped closer and his cologne engulfed you, his heat radiating into your side as you both watched her order something before flirting with the man next to her. “Yeah, pretty much.” You turned to look up at him only to notice his eyes already on you. “You know, she wasn’t wrong,” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you looked up of him in confusion. Leaning forward, he moved next to your ear, his breath fanning over you as a hand came to rest on your waist. “It would be quite a shame if no one made your efforts payoff now, wouldn’t it? It isn’t like we both don’t feel the same way. You look even more stunning even when you look stunning every single day- do you know how fucking hard that is for me?” You swallowed hard before making up your mind, running your hand up his chest as you pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Then prove it.”

Your bodies moved against each other as another pop song blared through the club, the bass pounding through the speakers as his head dipped now into the curve of your neck, the purple and blue lights pulsing and scanning the crowd, tinting his hair and the smoke and air around you both. Your head slammed back against his chest as he sucked on the sensitive skin, you hand coming up to stroke Kaapo’s hair as you softly grinned your hips into him. “Fucking hell,” he moaned deeply as you whimpered under his touch. “You really want me don’t you? So sensitive, desperate- fuck...” His breathing began to shake as he gripped your hips freezing you in place. “Not here, love.” You moaned softly as he placed a gentle kiss on your neck before pulling you to the curb, ordering an uber. “I am going to take care of you okay? Shhh just wait a little longer.” You groaned before kissing Kaapo passionately, pulling away and resting your head on his. “I need you so bad right now, I have been waiting so long for this, so long...” Kaapo only stopped kissing you when he felt the notification that it was a minute away, his hands running down your sides before wrapping an arm around you and guiding you to the car. “I have wanted to do this properly but when I saw you in this dress- fuck.”

Kaapo bit his lip, leaning away from you while keeping his hand high on your thigh, slowly going under the fabric and creeping up to your heat, his fingers stroking the soft skin causing you to bite your cheek to prevent making any sounds. The five minute drive felt drawn out like that, his hand teasing you, him whispering filth in your ears as you would try not to show it’s effects. When you both got out of the car after thanking the driver, you desired to have some pay back. You walked in front of him, slightly swinging your hips with every movement not bothering to adjust your dress as it had risen while you had taken your seat. Instead, you let the cold air hit your legs as you bent down to pick up the mall on the door pad, your ass and thong on full display as grabbed the mail, the cold air shocking you while the view shocked him. “You have mail, Kaapo.” You rose back up from your position, a small smile on your face as you handed him the newspaper, the darkened eyes and lust full face staring back at you before moving you to the side and quickly opening the door.

You barely had enough time to take off your shoes before he was on you.

Your back hit the door hard as he slammed you against it, his body moving between your legs, his hand holding up your thighs. The first kiss was like nothing you had experienced before, the perfect mix of vodka, mint, want and need. The feeling took over your whole body, the sparks of fire warming you as you kissed him back, one hand in his hair the other on the nape of his neck dragging him closer. Before you knew it, you had moved into his bedroom, Kaapo carefully placing you on the bed hesitating as he brushed stay hair out of your face as you stared up at him. “Do you want to do this? If you don’t feel comfortable and want to wait-” You kissed him gently before pulling away and resting your forehead on his. “I have been waiting for six months Kaapo, I need you now- I mean if that’s okay! I don-” He kissed you, cutting you off as he crawled on top of you, only pausing for a moment to pull off his shirt. Gingerly, he pulled your dress off you, kissing the skin as it was revealed to him, marking your skin until he asked you to lift you legs. “Mine... all mine.”

His hand roamed your body, one playing with your folds and the other holding your hand as he resumed marking your neck, pulling out moan after moan, whimper after whimper until your thighs began to shake. “Ka-Kaapo please, please, please-” He pulled down his pants and slid on a condom stroking himself as he looked at you, his eyes loving yet lustful, a mix so strong that your eyes locked as he crawled on top again.

“So fucking beautiful, even when you are so needy-fuck.” You moaned into his mouth as he stretched you out, your nails digging into his back as he began his climb. He slammed into you, holding one hand lovingly as you cried out and using the other to hold your waist in place. After a couple minutes both of you hit your highs, riding them out before falling into the sheets and laying there. “How did I get so lucky?” Kaapo’s voice was laced with love as his accent became heavier as he stroked your side lovingly, still holding your hand as you both calmed your heart beats. “Let’s clean up and then get some sleep, eh?” He laughed, handing you a towel and some of his clothes before changing the linens. Emily might kill you in the morning but you couldn’t help how shamelessly in love you were with him, and neither could he.

#kaapo kakko imagine #kaapo kakko smut #kaapo kakko imagines #nyrangers #NY Rangers #requests

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princessphilly · 2 years

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All The Stars

Sequel to Because of The Strand

Banner was made by the lovely @newlibrary

CW: body image issues, body insecurity, self body shaming, bad language, angst, mild smut

WC: 4509

Tagging: @starshine-hockey-girl @chara-hugs @newlibrary @thebookofmags @poojasbehavior @whoeverineedtobe @whatishockey @himbos-on-ice @cbcrazies @annaloveloki @kreiderrider @huggybearmylove43 @juuuuuse

Love, let’s talk about love Is it anything and everything you hoped for? Or do the feeling haunt you? I know the feeling haunt you This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer - Kendrick Lamar f. Sza - All The Stars

Fall

No matter where it was, taking clients to games was always the same. Idle chatter, food, drinks, barely paying attention to the game.

Lauren sighed as she half-heartedly listened to her colleagues. This was meant to impress her, the newest partner at Fox Rothschild in NY, a transfer from the Pittsburgh office. Over the years, Lauren had become a heavyweight contract lawyer, admitted to practice in Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey, California, Delaware, and Washington D.C. However, after her divorce, Lauren decided to transfer offices to NYC, the home of Wall Street. This also brought her closer to her main client, NBC Universal.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Ms. Huang?”

Lauren gave the associate a polite smile. “Yes. It’s been an interesting game.”

The Rangers were currently playing the Penguins and while Lauren still wasn’t a hockey fan, she was rooting for the Pens, just because of Nina. Before she could say anything else, she heard the crack of glass and felt something hard hit her right in the right eye before everything went black.

“Wow, never thought I would see you again.”

Lauren blinked as she came to. She was laying back on something, a couch or cot. Her brand new St.John suit had splotches of blood on it.

And right in front of her was Chris, in the flesh. He had a mixture of concern, shock, and smugness on his face as the trainer dabbed something on her face. “That’s also going to leave a nice mark,” he commented.

Lauren sighed. “How long was I out?”

“You missed the whole third period,” the trainer replied. “Rangers won 2-1.”

Lauren rolled her eyes before taking Chris in. He was absolutely delectable in a navy suit, his crisp white shirt setting off what seemed to be the last of a summer tan. The urge to lick her lips was there but Lauren refused to give in to it. Chris smirked and Lauren gave him a blank look. Then he said, “This is nice, seeing you even though you totally ignored me at Hayesy’s wedding.”

“There was nothing to say.”

Lauren tried to stand up but she wobbled. Before she could fall, Chris grabbed her arm. “Steady, steady.”

Sitting back down, Lauren ignored that Chris still had his hand on her shoulder. Groaning, she grumbled, “At least I don’t have to go to court for the next two weeks.”

“Ma’am, do you have someone to take you home.” the trainer politely asked.

Considering his question, Lauren resisted the urge to move Chris’ hand. It was simple but it felt so good. “I was planning on calling a car,” she finally replied.

“I’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

Lauren glared at Chris, shrugging her shoulders to finally move his hand. “You don’t have to go out of your way, Mr. Kreider.”

“It is not a problem, at all.”

Before she could tell him where to shove his concern, Lauren winced. Her head really did hurt and if he was a dick, she could tell Marisa and Nina. “Whatever.”

Two Weeks Later

Lauren typed on her laptop, her hair pulled up into a ponytail. Her black eye was finally fading away, the skin around her right eye sallow green. More importantly, she was finally totally recovered from the very mild concussion that puck had given her.

The news about her black eye had hit the news and the group chat. It was a bit of notoriety for one of the newer partners, notoriety that the PR flacks at the firm had turned to brag about her record at winning cases in the Northeast/Mid Atlantic US District Civil Courts. The Rangers, well, they offered her tickets of her choice to another game. Chris had hand delivered them to her. Helene, her cousin, gloated that it was the kind of publicity that people wish they could buy.

Lauren was considering looking for a new apartment now that Chris knew where she lived. But this was a decent 1 bedroom apartment in Alphabet City with a rent that wasn't too bad. So, Lauren was staying for now.

Now… Chris, he was determined but not pushy. He checked up on her to make sure she was okay but as soon as Lauren said she was totally fine, he asked her out. “I need to make amends for what happened years ago,” he had said but Lauren told him that she was bisexual and that she dated men and women. Chris said that was fine, and no, he didn’t want to see her fuck another woman in front of him. Laure had said she would think about it. And now she was dodging his calls and texts.

The group chat… it was en fuego. Lauren admitted that she had met Chris before, when she was a 2L at NYU and her friends wouldn’t stop their dreams. All of them in some manner or form, even Siobhan, all thought it was kinda romantic that they had run into each other again, even after Marisa and Kevin’s wedding. Desiree even said that she felt that Lauren was being too stiff at the wedding and now it made sense. Marisa was openly rooting for Lauren and Chris to date.

“You broke up with Lina, right?”

Lauren poked her poke bowl with her fork. Lina had dumped her three months ago after moving with her to NYC. “Well, she dumped me so I guess she broke up with me.”

Marisa pressed, “You always told me you wondered what could have been with Chris. I understood why you didn’t take that chance at my wedding, you were still with Lina. Look, fate is giving you another chance! Take it!”

Lauren sighed before biting into her nori and salmon. “I couldn’t make a marriage work with a man, nor a long-term relationship with a woman. Maybe I should just give up.”

“No, don’t give up. Give Chris a chance. Kevin loves him and thinks highly of him. Then, if it doesn’t work, then give up because the rest of men out here are trash.”

Thursday night, Lauren saw Chris at dinner at Rocco’s Steakhouse. She didn’t say anything to him as it was a work dinner.

Saturday brunch, Lauren picked up her meal from Cookhouse and Chris was there with some teammates. Her phone buzzed but Lauren just waved.

During her lunch break, she swore she saw Chris’s tall self walking down 8th Avenue past Bleecker’s playground and Lauren wanted to die. Happy that she wore flats, Lauren quickly attempted to walk back to her apartment but to her dismay, she bumped into Chris and some guy with long hair walking a dog.

“Finally, I got you!”

“Isn’t that the lady you hit with a puck, Kreids?”

Lauren stiffly smiled. “So you have.”

“Mika, this is Lauren, Lauren, this is Mika,” Chris introduced. Lauren shook Mika’s hand.

Mika smiled and Lauren couldn’t help but swoon a bit inside. “So you’re the one that’s turning my friend into knots. It’s nice to actually meet you.”

“I don’t turn anyone into knots.”

Lauren blinked as she looked down at herself. Her hair was pulled into a knot, she was bloated so her tummy was sticking out more than usual, totally different than the uber-hot blonde that was walking towards the three of them. Lauren wasn’t having a good mental self-image day.

The hot blonde stopped after meeting them, giving Mika a kiss on the cheek. Even if she was even going to contemplate Christopher, Lauren knew she didn’t even look anything like this woman. Sucked into an abnormal self-loathing spiel, Lauren barely acknowledged Mika introducing, “Lauren, this is Irma. Irma, this is Lauren, the woman that Kreids hit with a puck.”

“Nice to meet you,” Irma politely replied, holding out her hand. Lauren shook it as Irma added, ‘I saw your profile in the Top 40 under 40 in NYC. You’re a lawyer?”

“Yes, I am. I specialize in contracts and mergers.”

“Very smart, almost too smart for you, Chris,” Irma teased. Lauren grimaced while Chris laughed. Irma added, “It’s nice to put a face on the woman Chris is always talking about.”

“Me, talking about me?” Lauren blinked, confused. “I’m no one important.”

Irma and Mika shared a look but neither said anything. Chris, however, said, “You’re important to me.”

“Whatever, anyway, it’s nice to meet you two but my lunch break is over,” Lauren said, pasting her best courtroom smile on her face. Walking away before any of them could respond, Lauren mentally castigated herself. You should have just said hi and bye, she told herself. NYC was huge, sooner or later you’d stop running into him.

Unfortunately, Chris was able to catch up to her. The problems of being short and fat, Lauren complained mentally as Chris tapped her shoulder. “Lauren, if I’m making you feel weird, I’m sorry,” Chris quietly said. “I always thought we had something special.”

Despite her better judgment, Lauren turned around and looked at Chris. Eyes were keys to the soul and there was nothing in them that screamed danger or manipulation. He was telling the truth.

“Fine, I'm going out with you, once, you have to figure out a day and place.”

Winter

One date turned into five. Five turned into movie nights and hanging out reading together.

One month turned into three and when she realized it, Lauren freaked out. Two weeks ago, she blew Chris off but he had a road trip. Tonight, she attempted to blow him off again but instead, he came over with authentic NYC pizza, beer, and a dogged determination to get her to talk. Using her skills, Lauren fended him off through dinner until Chris finally felt his temper slip.

“Why are you still trying to push me away?”

Lauren shrugged as she looked at her nails. “I’m a lawyer and you’re a hockey player, star of your team. This is meant to be a fling and you know it, Chris.”

Chris didn’t know if he wanted to shake her or kiss Lauren. For such an intelligent woman, she was dense, denser than a slice of NY cheesecake from Juniors. “I tried to forget you, I did all I could to move on, but I always wondered what could have been, Lauren. You can’t tell me you never thought the same thing.”

Lauren looked up at Chris. “I did, then I grew up. Dreams aren’t reality, Chris, and there’s no such thing as fate.”

“If so… why did you ignore me at Hayesy’s wedding? And if it wasn’t fate, then why did that puck hit you?”

“Dumb luck.”

Chris ran a hand over his face, exasperated. “I’m just asking you to give this a chance, Lauren! There’s a reason why we kept running into each other.”

Lauren paused, stepping backwards as Chris walked towards her. “Oof,” she squeaked as she hit the wall. Something crashed on the floor but before she could say anything, Chris’s fingers touched her chin.

“лапушечка (sweetie pie), Schätzchen (honey),” Chris began, “Just give us a chance.”

Lauren didn’t know what he called her in Russian but she knew Schätzchen translated to honey or sweetheart in German. Before she could say something, Chris whispered, “I notice how you react to me every time we interact, Lauren. It’s been seven long years. I don’t care that you’ve been married, or been in other relationships. I want to see what we can have now.”

“You’re so fucking smooth, Kreider.”

Chris laughed at Lauren’s mumbling. Then he pressed into her and Lauren gasped at the feel of his hardness against her belly. That was something really impressive.

“It’s going to be so good, Schätzchen, just let me in.”

“But,” Lauren faintly said, “Fuck, I don’t even know what to say.”

Chris paused for a second, looking down at Lauren. “Then I should go home. Just think about it, okay?”

Lauren gulped. Her heart was saying one thing but her brain was saying something totally different. She nodded, unlocking her door and letting Chris out.

Leaning on his twig, Chris watched the PK team set up to practice. Then he felt a bump to his side as Ryan crashed into him. “Ouch,” Chris mockingly gasped as Ryan and Mika laughed.

“What happened with your lawyer lady? Haven’t seen you bring her around recently,” Ryan asked.

Chris shrugged. “She asked for space.”

Mika arched an eyebrow. “Again? If I hadn’t seen the way she looks at you, I’d tell you to cut your losses and find someone else, Kreids.”

“I saw the way she was smiling at the King’s party a couple of weeks ago. Maybe she realized she was too smart for you,” Ryan drawled.

Chris jabbed Ryan in the side with an elbow. “You wish, Lindy.”

Ryan held up his hands in mock surrender before skating away. Mika poked his best friend and Chris turned towards him. “You know, Kreids, she’s your forever like Irma is mine. I know that you’re trying to let her figure it out though.”

Chris just stared at his best friend for several moments before shaking his head.

“Have some confidence! Call him!”

Lauren sarcastically laughed while holding her goddaughter. Jamila was visiting and of course, she brought her doll of a daughter, Maya, with her. “Maya, why are you so cute?”

Blowing raspberries, Lauren smiled as Maya giggled, her brown eyes wide. Jamila cleared her throat. “Don’t use my baby to change the subject.”

“She is so cute and so adorable though!”

“And you need to call him. This Chris guy is respecting your space but you really like him,” Jamila insisted.

Lauren sighed as she held Maya. Jamila rolled her eyes before saying, “Not every man is like your worthless ex.”

“Ahem, you’re the one who is a single mother because you dumped Maya’s dad,” Lauren retorted.

“I did that before I knew I was pregnant. Anyway, you have a chance to be happy.”

Lauren sighed as she put Maya into her pack n’ play. “When did you become the romance doctor? I heard you told Desie to marry that guy she’s now seeing and now you’re telling me to get together with Chris.”

“Because you deserve to be happy.”

Smirking, Jamila held up Lauren’s phone to her face while she wasn’t paying attention. Unlocking it, Jamila scrolled until she found Chris’ number. Tapping it, she put it on speakerphone while it dialed.

“Jamila, what did you do,” Lauren shrieked as Chris appeared on the screen.

“Hi, I’m Jamila, one of Lauren’s besties. She’s free this weekend and she needs to go out. Thank me later!”

Jamila smiled triumphantly as Lauren gave Chris a bashful smile. Chris chuckled. “Oh, is she right?”

“Ihatewhenimwrong,” Lauren mumbled.

“Schätzchen?”

In the background, Jamila commented, “He even has a nickname for you in a foreign language. Oh girl.”

“I said, I hate when I’m wrong. I still want to go out with you,” Lauren stated as Jamila laughed.

Lauren sighed, her body slightly sore as she turned in bed. There was a hard body behind her and she remembered where she was. Last night, she went out with Chris for the second time since Jamila sneak-FT him and she let him bring her to his home. Lauren had been very meh on sex since her brief marriage and how unfulfilling it had been. But one night with Chris had made her remember that she had once liked sex and liked it a lot.

“How are you feeling?”

Turning her head, Lauren looked into Chris’ eyes. He had a slight smile on his face, his hand curled around her waist. “I feel amazing.”

His other hand trailed between her thighs and Lauren spread them wider, giving Chris access. That little voice in her head tried to start talking about her size but Lauren shushed it as Chris’ fingers lightly played with her clit. His voice was even deeper as he said, “Look at how wet you are.”

“You should do something about it then,” Lauren taunted with a smile. She giggled as Chris shifted positions to where she was on top of him.

“Then you should ride my face. And don’t start thinking any bullshit either.”

With a shy smile, Lauren shifted to where her pussy was right above Chris’ face, moaning as his strong arms pulled her in as his tongue began it’s quest to give her yet another orgasm.

Spring

Every time Lauren thought about this necessary conversation, she wanted to cry.

There was never a good time. First the team was in the playoff hunt, then the playoffs started. Lauren went to games, supported the team through the highs and then the lows as they lost in the Eastern Conference Finals to Tampa Bay. Now, the season was over and Chris was about to go play in the World Championships for the USA. Lauren decided it was time, time to say it before getting too entangled for her own good.

Dinner itself went well. Chris had picked out a small restaurant in Little Italy that had the best cacio e pepe. At the end, though, Chris said, “Something is on your mind, Laur. What’s going on?”

“I’m not going to waste your time, Chris. I can’t have kids currently and I’m not interested in undergoing any kind of shit to try to have a kid. Adoption is an option but if kids are something you have to have, it’s best you find someone else.”

Lauren sagged in her chair after she said her piece. Chris looked at her, his brown eyes narrowed. There was an extended pause before Chris finally said, “I, I have to think about it. I’m not going to tell you that’s great without seriously thinking about it.”

Nodding, Lauren felt her heart drop to her feet. But it was good that Chris said he had to think about it; it would be worse if he automatically said it was okay.

The rest of dinner seemed to drag as they tried to talk about other subjects. Then Lauren finally said, “I’m going to go.”

Chris automatically got up but Lauren added, “By myself, tonight, Chris.”

“I’m going to at least make sure you get home safe.”

Once Lauren was home, she placed her hands in the pockets of her jumpsuit. “Good luck, Chris.”

“Thanks, Laur.”

Chris smiled before giving her a soft kiss.

Three weeks later

“Why don’t you want kids? I mean, kids are amazing and don’t you want a legacy?”

Lauren gritted her teeth as she stared at Collins. Like a man, he didn’t get it but he didn’t have to do the hard work. Lauren was there after Jamila gave birth to Maya. There was the after birth bleeding, the stitching after the emergency c-section, the pain Jamila went through as her incisions didn’t heal right the first time. It was so much that Lauren witnessed, not just as a friend but as a lawyer, that it was a no. A very hard no. She smiled at Collins and said, “Some of us are just not wired to give birth.”

Inwardly, she rolled her eyes as her fellow partner started talking about his great children. It was easy for a man to have kids; usually there was a wife or other partner to take the slack of raising children and running the household. After dealing with Peter’s incompetent ass, Lauren decided her career was more important than having children. A bout of pelvic inflammatory disease caused by getting chlamydia from dirty dick Peter pretty much ruined Lauren’s ability to carry a child so she had her tubes burnt.

The rest of the business dinner went pretty much uneventfully until it was time to go. Collins felt the need to touch Lauren on the small of her back and before she could say anything, Lauren felt eyes on her. It was Chris, he was back in town with a very inscrutable expression.

After getting home, Lauren poured herself a glass of wine as she waited. From the look in Chris’ eyes, she felt like he was going to come by and when she read the text, she knew she was right. Within a moment of responding, she felt his knock on her door. Putting her wine down, Lauren let him in. In a matter of seconds, Chris had her in his arms.

“Did you let him touch you there?”

A soft press of Chris’s fingers on the junction between Lauren’s shoulder and your neck made her shudder. His fingers trailing down her back upped the ante. “Or is that still just for me?”

Lauren’s eyes closed as she felt his fingers cup her breasts through her shirt. Then he murmured, “Hmm?”

“Maybe I let him,” Lauren replied. “You aren’t the only man around here.”

Chris pulled you closer into him, letting you feel just how hard he was for you. “Such a tease, Schätzchen. You love driving me crazy.”

Lauren let out a sardonic laugh before Chris nipped her ear. “You didn’t even let me tell you my answer before you decided to find another man. Were you that sure I’d say no?”

“Yes, yes I was,” Lauren managed to say. Something swelled up inside of her at his words and she struggled to stamp it down.

Chris maneuvered them to where they were standing in front of a floor-length mirror. “любимая (my darling), I’ve waited years to finally see you again. I’ll gladly be the world's best uncle instead of being a dad to be with you, Schätzchen.”

Lauren peeled away. It was almost too good to be true, she thought before saying, “He’s just my coworker, Chris. But you say that now but you’ll change your mind. Wait until the media starts talking about your fat girlfriend and-”

The look in Chris’ eyes sent shivers down Lauren’s spine. “I’m tired of how you’re always self deprecating yourself, Lauren.”

Before she realized it, Chris had pulled her into his arms again. “Chris-“ Lauren began before he interrupted her. “No, you seem to think you’re too big for me and that you’re not good enough even though you are absolutely amazing. You are a talented lawyer, a loyal friend, and from what I’ve met of your family, a loving sister. I don’t know what your ex said to you but I want to beat the hell out of him for making you feel so insecure.”

“But I’m not skinny, blonde, and white. Irma is amazing but I know the kind of women that are expected to be hockey significant others,” Lauren argued. “One of my besties got shit and she’s amazing.”

“One, I don’t give a fuck about what is expected from me. I hadn’t realized it when we first met but I realized when I literally found you again, I had been waiting for you. And if it’s a problem with the team, I’ll fucking retire.”

Lauren stared at Chris with wide eyes. His face was dead serious. “Hockey is a sport. You are forever.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” Chris replied. “You’re worth it all, Lauren.”

Summer

“I’m still surprised you decided to stay here instead of going away for the offseason.”

Chris shrugged at that. They were in bed on a Sunday morning. Lauren’s curves were pressed into his side as they looked out at the early July sunrise from his place. “I wanted to be with you. Plus the commute to my trainer isn’t that bad since he’s in Greenwich.”

“Nice.”

Delicate fingers caressed his chest before trailing lower. Catching Lauren’s hand, Chris warned, “I’m not trying to cum like I did the last time you jerked me off.”

“Not my fault,” Lauren laughed. “But I want to feel you in my mouth before you go away.”

Chris licked his lips as Lauren straddled his hips. “Or maybe I want you deep inside of me instead.”

“You can have whatever you want,” Chris vowed, as Lauren began to slide down on his cock. They both grunted when she bottomed out, the feeling almost too much as they made love again.

“That is beautiful,” Irma breathed.

It had been a sudden purchase when Chris saw the ring at a random jewelry store in Stockholm. It was a pink sapphire solitaire set in platinum. Some would say it was too early but this was Lauren’s ring. Chris stated, “I had to buy it, it’s her.”

“So you’re going to propose?”

Chris nodded as he looked at his best friend. “Yeah, Mika, she’s it, despite it all.”

“Then I can’t wait to be best man at your wedding.”

Fall

It seemed like the longest wait.

It had been about three weeks since their last date and outside of exchanging pleasantries and pics, Lauren really hadn’t had a chance to talk to Chris. Part of it was because Chris decided to visit Mika in Sweden. Lauren was unable to go because of work.

During the time away, Lauren had gone on a couple of dates with some women she had matched with on Tinder. She had let Chris know and he told her to have fun. So far, she hadn’t hit it off with anyone really. Now, it was almost time for Rangers training camp so Chris was back in NYC.

Lauren had expected that he would have come over but Chris had asked her to meet him at The Strand on Broadway, the one they had met for the first time years ago. Lauren decided to leave work a little early, walking to the train.

After getting off the train, Lauren made her way there. Browsing through the shelves, she meandered towards the foreign languages section. Chris was there, flipping through a copy of War And Peace. “Hi Chris.” “Hi Lauren.”

Chris bent down, kissing her forehead. Lauren was glad she wore her five inch high wedges today instead of the pumps she usually wore to work. She felt a bit off kilter but in a good way.

“Remember when you bumped into me here,” Chris began.

Lauren chuckled. “That’s still embarrassing to think about.”

“Schätzchen, I knew you were the one even then but I was too shy to really think about it. Then you disappeared. And because of a puck, I got to finally see you again. Despite what happened, last season was the best season of my year. So it felt fitting to come back to where it all started,” Chris stated.

Lauren’s eyes grew wide as Chris went down to one knee. Gasping, she whispered, “Oh my god…”

“Lauren Nguyen Huang, will you marry me?”

Chris opened the ring box, showing Lauren a perfect pink sapphire solitaire ring. Two tears slipped from her eyes as she said, “Yes, yes, fuck yes, I will.”

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ao3feed--reylo · 4 years

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slap shot

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by bensolosgirlfriend

Prompt: NY Rangers defenseman Ben Solo has been suspended for two games over a nasty penalty. To get him and the team some good publicity, his agent Rose arranges a date with HBO show breakout star Rey Johnson. The internet goes wild when she shows up at his next game wearing his jersey.

OR hockey star Ben Solo goes on a date with actress Rey Johnson after being banned on the ice for two weeks.

Words: 4576, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Rey (Star Wars), Rose Tico

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey/Ben Solo, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Hockey, Hockey AU, Reylo - Freeform, Twitter Prompt, Fluff, if Rey doesn’t cum Ben doesn’t cum, Fluff and Smut, Smut

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Star Wars #Reylo #Kylo Ren #Rey

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mrsmattytkachuk · 5 years

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dirty little secret. | b.skjei

aRequested: Could you write something where you start working for the NY rangers and try to resist dating Brady Skjei (but it doesnt work!! 😂)

Author's note; Most definitely, I have a soft spot for Skjei😬 Also, I kind of got carried away 😅

Word Count: 1,693 words.

Warnings: Fluff, some swearing. Mentions of smut,

~ ** ~

You knew you couldn’t fall for him. You knew fraternizing with a player was prohibited. But there was just something that kept attracting you to number seventy six. You had started working for the New York Rangers six months ago as one of their journalists. You had soon befriended several of the younger guys on the team, but you took a keen interest to one in particular.

You and Brady had started hanging out on your own instead of always being around the other guys. You both tried to hangout atleast once a week, whether it was watching a movie and ordering take out, or going out for lunch. You promised yourself more times than none that the two of you were strictly friends.

You were currently out for lunch with your best friend Oaklyn at the sandwich shop down the street from your apartment. “ Any plans for the night? “ she asked you. You gave her a sheepish look and she knew that you were doing something with Brady tonight. “ So when are you going to admit it?”

You gave her a questioning look, “ I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you tell her although you knew exactly what she was talking about. You were falling for Brady Skjei but there was no way in hell you were going to admit it to someone else other than yourself and your best friend. “ Okay, I know, I know. But I’m not gonna do anything about it. I can stare from afar. “ She gave you a pointed look and said “ Whatever you say, but eventually you will both admit it to yourselves. “

~ ** ~

You sat in your office going over your blog post from the game last time, when you hear your phone vibrate.

‘Hey pretty girl, still on for tonight?’

You smiled at your phone and thought about your reply. A part of you felt like you should decline for tonight, put some distance between you and Brady. The more you hung out with Brady, the more you fell for him. Before you had the chance to reply, you heard a knock on your office door. “ Come in. “ Looking up from your laptop, you notice that Brady was standing at your door. “ Avoiding my text pretty girl?” he asked you. You avoided eye contact with him, trying to figure out what to say to him.

“ No, I’ve just been busy with my latest blog post. I was about to answer you.”

“ So what’s the plan for tonight? A few episodes of Grey’s and Chinese food?” he smiled at you, you groaned internally. He knew exactly what it took to get to you. You agreed to meet him at his apartment at 7.

~ ** ~

You stood in front of Brady’s apartment, contemplating on whether or not you should knock on the door to which you did anyway. “Coming!” you heard from inside the apartment. You were not expecting Brady to open up the door only wearing a pair of sweatpants that were sitting low on his hips. “Oh.”

“Sorry, I just got out of the shower. Come in, get comfy and I’m just gonna go put a shirt on.” He stepped out of the way and walked towards his room, so you made your way to his couch. “I ordered you some chop suey and sesame chicken, is that okay?” he said coming into the living room. You nodded your head. “ Are you okay pretty girl? “ You looked at Brady and smiled, “ I’m okay Skjei. We can watch a movie, you don’t have to sit through episodes of Greys with me.” he gave you a questioning look, “ It’s okay, I kind of like watching it especially when I have good company.”

You loaded up Netflix and got comfortable on the couch. “ You can come closer, I don’t bite” he tells you. As you scooted closer to him, Brady grabbed the blanket that was laying on the back of the couch and covered the two of you. You were in the middle of an episode, and decided to move closer into Brady’s side. Brady smiled to himself hoping that you wouldn’t notice, and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You were trying to concentrate on what was happening on the screen across from you, but you kept noticing Brady looking at you from the corner of your eye.

You turned your head to look in his direction, and realized how close his face was to yours. His lips starting making their way to yours. ‘Holy shit!’ you thought. You closed your eyes, ready to meet your lips with his -

Knock! Knock! Knock!

You both jumped back from each other. “Thats - uhm - that should be the uh, the chinese. I’ll be - uh back. “ he struggled to say. You nodded your head, and looked down at your hands. ‘What the hell just happened. Or well, almost happened’, you thought to yourself.

Brady made his way back to the couch and handed you your food. You thanked him and started eating after pressing play on the remote. You both finished your food half way through an episode. After the fourth, you checked your phone to see that it was nearing midnight already. You signed and told Brady “ I should probably go home. I have a work meeting tomorrow morning at 9:30.”

“ I’ll walk you out.”

You both head to his front door, not sure what to say to each other due to the almost kissing incident. “ I’m sorry about earlier. I don’t know what came over me.” you reassured him that it was okay, and that you would see him the next day at the arena. You made your way down the hallway, as you stood in front of the elevator, you contemplated your next move. “Oh fuck it” you muttered. You walked back towards Brady’s door, but as you raised your hand to knock on the door, the door opened. You looked up at Brady who stared down at you, he tried reading the look on your face but didn’t know what you were thinking.

In that moment, you didn’t care. You didn’t care that you weren’t supposed to have any type of relationship with a player. In that moment, you didn’t care that you could possible lose your job. You just didn’t care. All you cared about was letting Brady know how you felt. So you wrapped your arms around his neck and connected your lips to his.

Once he realized what was happening, Brady wrapped his arms around your lower back and pushed you closer into his chest. He backed up into his apartment, bringing you with him. You both pulled away to catch a breath, before reconnecting your lips. Your hands went straight to the bottom of his shirt, your lips detached in order to pull it over his head. His hands trailed up your shirt, toying with the top of your laced bra. You moaned into the kiss to which Brady pulled away. You both looked at each other not sure what was going to happen next. "Bedroom. Now. " he ordered. He took your hand in his and rushed the both of you to his bed.

~ ** ~

You woke up due to the sun peeking through the window and the slight snoring that was coming from your left. You realized you had an arm wrapped around your middle and your legs were tangled with someone else’s. You turned your head to see that Brady was sleeping behind you, holding you close to him. You looked over at the alarm clock that was sitting on the bedside table, and seen that it was 8 o’clock. You contemplated on how you were going to get out of his arms in order to go home so you could get ready for your meeting.

You eventually made your way out of his arms, and collected your clothes that were laying on his bedroom floor. As you reached his bedroom door, you looked over your shoulder and noticed how peaceful Brady looked. You walked quietly across the apartment until you reached the front door. You gently opened the door and squeezed your way out.

~ ** ~

Once you got home, you took a shower and got ready in record time. You quickly looked at your watch and seen that it was already 9 a.m and realized you had to leave in order to get to the arena on time. Your meeting went successfully.

You sat in your office trying to figure out when you would be able to make a trip back home to Michigan. You heard a light knock on your door and told whoever to come in. “ Just one second, let me finish this up and I’ll be right with you.” you looked up and noticed Brady. “Oh.”

“So why’d you leave this morning without saying goodbye?” you sighed and tried to think of how to explain to him the situation. “ Listen Brady. We can’t do this. As great and wonderful as last night was, we can’t. We shouldn’t even be friends. I can lose my job.”

He approached you. “ Nobody needs to know. Can I be honest with you? I’ve been waiting months for last night to happen. “ you looked at him in shock. Not expecting him to feel the same way as you. “ .. I really hope that you didn’t regret it.”

“Of course I don’t regret it Brady. Last night was wonderful, but that’s all it was. One night.” He walked closer to you.

“ And if I told you I want it to be more than one night?” you stood up, in front of him, crossing your arms.

“ We can’t Brady. As much as I’d love to, we can’t.” he groaned at your statement.

“ Can we atleast try? Nobody needs to know. It can be our own little dirty secret.” with that said, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

“Okay.

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comphersjost · 5 years

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Hooked ➸ Morgan Rielly

this is so??? long??? i didnt mean for it to get so long but here we are ig

ALSO i know the scenes with her friends are a little different from what i usually write, but thats honestly how i am with my own friends so i wrote it from my personal experience. let me know what you think!

also keep in mind that the reader is a woc and so are her friends (again, based off of personal experiences, and slang is how we talk where i grew up)

based off of the song hooked by why don’t we

words: 3.5k+

summary: you didn’t expect to run into the Maple Leafs captain at your favorite little bar in New York, but you did. you’re a die hard Rangers fan, and now he’s set on convincing you that not all of Toronto is so bad.

warnings: smut, morgan is a cocky bastard, alcohol, woc reader, hoodrat antics and slang (based off where im from, idk if its the same in ny but yk)

find my masterlist here

listen to hooked by why don’t we here

Ooh... (you got a bad... you got... you got, yeah)

You’d met Morgan at a bar after the Leafs had playing the Rangers. You were out with a couple friends at a bar after getting dinner at some drive thru and eating and laughing at a viewpoint that your group loved. In had come a group of men, not one under 6’0. You hated yourself for recognizing them immediately. Growing up watching most professional sports caused you to recognize prospects and players of each of them, and to be specifically able to recognize the build of each type of athlete.

You’d locked eyes with Morgan across the room, and a smirk had pulled at his lips when he saw the Rangers hoodie that you were wearing, along with gray ripped jeans. You and your friends had dressed comfortable, not looking to get all dressed up for anyone. All of you were wearing jeans or leggings, and hoodies.

“What’s up, Y/N? You good?” your friend Justine nudges you, dragging your eyes back to her.

You lean in to her so she can hear your next words. “Hockey players,” you murmur. “From Toronto.” Your friend wrinkles her nose in disgust. You’d all grown up together, diehard fans of your city’s teams. The two of you look back over at the group, who had now dragged two tables together to fit everyone. You catch Morgan’s eye again, and this time he smiles wickedly, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip and dragging his eyes up and down your figure.

“That one looks like he wants to fuck you in his car.” You let out a burst of laughter at her words, though you know she’s not exactly wrong. “That’s the captain isn’t it? Morgan Rielly?” You only nod in response, not breaking eye contact with him - a challenge. He beckons for you to come over there, but you only sneer at him, turning back to the conversation at the table.

It isn't long until you can feel a presence at your back. “Hi,” comes a deep rumbling from behind you. You turn to look up at him.

“Morgan Rielly,” you say shortly. Your girls have gone quiet, watching the interaction with wide eyes.

“Hot Rangers fan,” he responds, the teasing in his tone clear.

“Good game, Cap” Justine chirps, the disdain clear in her voice. Morgan’s face breaks out into a wide smile. The game had gone into a shootout, the Leafs coming out on top by only one goal.

“Thank you!” he says cheerfully, grinning at the compliment even at Justine’s passive aggressiveness. “It was tough and we both played well.” Justine rolls her eyes, clicking her tongue at you and raising her eyebrows. You do the same back to her, a smirk playing at your lips. After the interaction between you and Justine, the other girls seem to catch on. The 6 of you were all athletes and had used clicking your tongue as a way to communicate that you were feeling some type of way about someone, something, or the opposing team since high school. It was you, Justine, Aly, Lauren, Jalin, and Deja.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

Morgan brushes his knuckles against your arm to catch your attention. “What’s your name?” You tell him and he repeats it, causing an involuntary shiver to run down your back, straight to your core. “Can I buy you a drink?” Justine snorts next to you, and you smile knowingly at her.

“That's pretty bold of you,” you say.

“Oh yeah?” Morgan challenges, “Why’s that?”

“You’re in Ranger’s territory-” Justine sneers.

“-you’re definitely out of your element-” Aly continues.

“-with a big ass ego flirting with our girl here-” Jalin hums.

“-and we’re pretty obviously Rangers fans-” Lauren says.

“-after a pretty tough loss,” Deja quips. “So maybe that’s where all your confidence is coming from but-”

“-this is our hood,” you finish. “And you’re playing a dangerous game.”

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

Damn, I'm hooked (oh)

“Your hood, huh?” an amused, and slightly awed, smile plays on his lips. “I play a dangerous game for a living, Y/N, one I’m pretty good at, in fact. I think I can handle you. All of you, actually. Even with this weird in sync thing you girls have going on here.”

“We’re just on the same wavelength,” you grin at your friends, and they all smile back at you and smirk at Morgan.

“One drink?” Morgan wagers, “If you decide that you can’t handle my stupidly handsome and talented self, then you’re welcome to leave me wherever I am.”

“One drink,” you say, nudging Justine with your elbow as you stand. Morgan’s hand on your back feels hot, even through multiple layers as he leads you to the bar. You raise an eyebrow when he pulls a stool out for you, and he simply shrugs, giving you a small smile that almost seems...shy.

You were there when I was low, you held me high

And, baby, when you take control, we can go all night

Morgan was a lot more fun than you had been expecting, he made you laugh until you were in tears. But he also made you shudder when he looked at you, eyes gone dark. Your stomach knotted itself, the low ache of arousal in your core making it difficult to focus on what he was saying.

There were times when his teammates would come up to whisper something in his ear, and you would be thrown back into reality. No matter how fine and funny he is, this man is a Leaf. But then he’d look back at you with those eyes and bite his lip and all of those thoughts flew out the window.

Needless to say, he’d asked you to come back to his hotel, and spent hours with his head between your thighs. He murmured praises against your skin, along with “C’mon, come for me, the Leafs don’t seem all that bad now, huh?”

“Fuck you!” you groaned, tugging at his hair.

“As you wish.” You wanted to slap the grin off Morgan’s face, but then he was sinking into you and oh shit. He was long and thick and felt so good. “Fuuuuuck, Y/N,” he moans, “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He was intent on making you admit that not all the Leafs were as bad as you thought, and you spent the rest of the whining and squirming underneath him.

Every single place we go, you start a fight

But then you kiss my neck and take a bite

Morgan had come back multiple times over the course of the next 6 months, inexplicably finding you every time. Granted, you frequented the bar he’d first seen you at many times. But somehow the night always ended with the two of you in either his hotel room or your apartment. He stopped trying to bring up hockey after the fourth time you’d fucked, knowing that as much as it helped rile you up so he could bring you back down with wet kisses pressed into your neck, it pissed you off.

Something you found out on the first night, was that Morgan loved to bite. He had a thing for marking ‘what was his’ as he put it, but with your brain foggy with arousal, you chose to overlook the comment. Besides, you liked being marked up by him, it gave you something to keep from him every time he left again. He was good, an attentive lover, and everything you wanted in a partner. But again, he was a Leaf, and it wouldn't work.

Everybody says I'm sleeping with the enemy

I don't even care if you're gonna be the death of me, me, me

You hated Toronto, the thought of moving there made you sick. And worse, Morgan would be there. The one-turned two-turned three-turned however many night stands with the Maple Leafs captain had only strengthened your cold feet about taking this position in Toronto. It wasn’t the fact that you were moving, you’d moved many times in your life, but New York would always be home.

“You sure you’ll be okay over there?” Jalin’s concerned voice came through your phone. A chorus of questions came after that from the rest of the girls.

“Don't worry, Jay,” you respond, placing the call on speaker so you could move some boxes around, “All of you, don't worry. It’s not super permanent, and I’ll be back eventually.” You could tell that Jalin didn't believe a single word out of your mouth, and honestly, neither did you. But this was too good of an opportunity to pass up in your company, and you’d be damned if your hate for the city and its sports teams was going to keep you from taking it.

“You let us know if you need us okay?” Deja piped up, “You know we’ll get over there ASAP. We’ll drive or fly it doesn't matter.”

“I know Dej, I love you guys, but I’ll be okay.” After assuring your friends that you’d be alright, multiple times, you ended the call, placing your hands on your hips and surveying the boxes piled up in your new apartment. You’d avoided thinking about Morgan for weeks, since you got the offer for a promotion, but now he’d snuck back into your head. You shook your head to clear thoughts of running into him here, pulling on a Rangers hoodie and grabbing your keys. Besides, it wasn't like there was anything you could do about it, you didn't even have his number.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

You pause the music coming through your headphones when you walk into a coffee shop two blocks away from your apartment, lingering awkwardly near to the door as you survey your options on the menu behind the bar. You jump when a pair of arms wrap around your upper body, pulling you against a strong chest that felt all too familiar.

“Looks like you’re in my hood now,” he hums, dropping his head to your shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing walking around wearing a Rangers hoodie in Leafs territory?”

“Hello to you too, Morgan,” you lean back against the giant of a man behind you, letting your hands trail over his bare forearms.

“Mmmm,” he drops kisses along your neck and jaw. “What’re you doing in Toronto?”

“Work,” you turn around in his arms as you answer. “Got a promotion offer that I couldn't refuse.” Morgan’s eyes light up.

“Congratulations!” he grins at you, “And welcome to Toronto. Let me buy you coffee? I can show you around?”

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

Damn, I'm hooked

You should've said no. You should've said no. But you didn't. Because you couldn't resist him, he was like a drug that you couldn't escape. The feeling of his lips alone was enough to get you addicted, much less his arms, his voice, his thighs, his hands, his cock...

Ooh... I'm hooked

You let Morgan pay for your coffee as well as his own, and he made conversation as you waited for your drinks, asking you about your job, the move, and your new apartment.

Ooh... I know that I shouldn't touch but you twist my arm

'Cause I can never get enough once the feeling starts

You shouldn't have taken his hand when he offered it to you leaving the café. You shouldn't have let him lead you through the streets of Toronto. You shouldn't have let him point out tourist attractions, and good restaurants, and his favorite places in the city as you walked.

Baby, I'm the gasoline and your kiss is the spark

But then you take the wheel and crash my car

You shouldn't have let him walk you home. You shouldn't have let him keep holding your hand. You shouldn't have let him kiss you.

And you shouldn't have invited him in.

Everybody says I'm sleeping with the enemy

I don't even care if you're gonna be the death of me, me, me

Mo didn't seem to mind the mess of unpacked boxes stacked around your living room, too focused on finding the one spot on your neck that made you lose your breath.

“Bedroom?” he mumbles, not waiting for an answer before biting down roughly on your neck.

“Fuck, Morgan,” you whine, “Down the hall, last door.” You’re too small for him to keep bending down to kiss you, even on your tippy-toes, so he just picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He takes his time making his way down the hallway, content to just kiss you and mark you up.

“I love how tiny you are,” he hums after leaving another hickey. “Makes it easy to move you when I fuck you.”

You moan out at his words before saying, “Everybody’s tiny compared to you, Mo.”

He pulls back a moment to look at you in surprise. He’s standing in the doorway of your bedroom, still holding you, when he says, “Are you - oh my god, are you chirping me?” You huff at the lack of contact and drop your lips to his neck without an answer. “Oh shit honey,” he groans while you suck on his neck. “You markin’ me up? Huh? Like marking your territory? Yeah, I bet - fuck.” You cut him off by sinking your teeth into his shoulder and that’s definitely gonna hurt in the morning.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

Mo’s got you on your back, your shirt is still on, hoodie thrown on the bed next to you, and he’s dragging your jeans down your legs when your phone rings. You whine when Morgan pauses to grab your phone from the pocket of your discarded hoodie, glancing at the screen before handing it to you.

“It’s Jalin, answer it.” The command is short, and then his lips are on your thighs, pulling your jeans the rest of the way off.

“Mo-”

“Answer it.”

“Hey J, what’s up?” you know you sound breathless as you answer, but you hope she’ll over look it.

“Hey, Y/N-”

“Put it on speaker,” Morgan murmurs against your skin. You gape down at him but do as you’re told.

“Look, I know you said you’re all good in Toronto,” she starts, and you know that she’s alone now, the other girls probably having left. “But I just - you gotta be careful, ma, you’re in enemy territory now, you can’t go around reppin’ NY.”

“J, I’m not stupid,” you answer, trying to keep your voice under control as Mo trails his lips closer to the center of your thighs. “I can handle it, imma keep reppin’ and you know I’ll just fucking deck anyone if they try and start something they can’t finish.”

Morgan chuckles softly against your core, causing you to squirm at the warm gust of air that washes over you. “Shut the fuck up,” you say before you can stop yourself.

“Uh, what?” Shit.

“Yikes,” Morgan says, loud enough so that Jalin can here.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, are you with Morgan?” Jalin sounds exasperate, but not surprised.

“Yeah Jay, and you’re on speaker-oh shit.” You force a whine down as Morgan wraps his lips around your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth.

“Y/N, are you-? You know what, nevermind,” Jalin groans. “Call me back when you’re done fucking the enemy’s captain.”

“Got it,” you say quickly, ending the call as soon as the words are out of your mouth. “Oh, fuck, Mo, yeah, just like that.” Morgan seems to glow at your praise, humming as he sucks harder on your clit and drags two fingers along your slit.

“They know about us?” Morgan murmurs against your core, curling his fingers so that your back arches and a breathy moan escapes your lips. Us. He thought of you two as an us? Before you can get too wrapped up in your head he shoves another finger inside you, growling, “I asked you a question.”

You cry out at the action. “Yes, yes they do,” you whine, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “They knew after the first ni - fuck - first night. We - oh shit please - we don't keep secrets.”

He doesn't answer, only humming against your cunt again and whispering “Oh shit honey, I missed how good you taste.” You can only whine again, rocking your hips up towards his mouth. Morgan growls and lands a sharp slap on your thigh, making you yelp, before splaying his hand across your stomach to hold you down.

“You’re gonna come,” Morgan states - it’s not a question - “You’re gonna come for me, baby, all over my fingers and my face.” His fingers curl again, the pads of his fingertips pressing into your g-spot while his thumb presses down on your clit. You feel like he's holding you from the inside out and the pleasure is almost too much, thrashing against his hold.

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

“Hold still,” Morgan snarls, holding you in place so that you can't escape. Even if you could, you're not sure that you would. You sob out, desperate for him to make you come, but everything is so much, too much. You can't stop yourself from squirming against his grips, the obscene sound of his mouth on your wetness and little gasps leaving your mouth - “ah, ah, ah” - the only noise in the room.

You scream when Morgan nips at your clit, the slight pain from his teeth only adding to your downfall. “Please, Mo, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” you moan, scrambling to hold onto him, push him away from your cunt. “Too much, too much, please.” He only growls again, keeping you pinned down with impossibly strong arms and sucking roughly at your clit. You let out a shrieking moan as you’re thrown into orgasm, the peak ripping through you so hard that you go blind for what seems like forever.

Morgan doesn't let up, his fingers cruelly continuing their exploration of your walls and his tongue circling your clit. Even as you start to come down, Morgan doesn't slow, intent on torturing you into another orgasm. “Fuck, Mo, please, I can't-”

“You can and you will,” Morgan growls. “Shut up and take it.”

You can’t say no to him. You don't want to say no to him.

So you let him bring you to the edge again, and again, and again. He makes you come with his tongue another 3 times, not once letting up to give you a break, and then he fucked you through another two orgasms, collapsing beside you when he finally came inside you.

Damn, I'm hooked

Ooh... I'm hooked

“How long are you staying?” Morgan murmurs against your skin later. You’d spent a couple hours in bed after your little escapade, though you should have been unpacking. His lips and tongue and fingers had been tracing patterns into your skin all over your body.

“Indefinitely,” you whispered into his hair. Morgan could most likely sense your sadness at the thought, and looks up at you with soft eyes.

“Hey,” he croons, cupping your cheek. “It’s not so bad here. I know it’s not New York, but you’re not totally alone, sweetheart, you’ve got me.”

“Mo,” you sigh, giving in to the soft kiss Morgan places on your lips, before he buries his face in your neck again. “Every time we’ve run into each other has been circumstantial, I’m not gonna wait around waiting to bump into you at a coffee shop or bar again.”

“Well then,” he hums, and you can feel his smile against the soft skin of your neck. “Y/N I-don’t-know-your-last name, I would like to take this moment to formally ask you for your phone number. Will you do me the honor of putting your number in my phone?”

“Ask me later, when I wake up,” you whisper, slowly drifting off, “I might say yes.”

You got me under your influence

I swear I'm never gonna give you up, up, up, up, up, up, up!

Morgan took you for breakfast the next morning. And then he took you for coffee the day after. And kissed you in front of your front door. And then offered to make you dinner at his place. And then kissed you again.

No matter what came up, he always made sure to check in and make sure you didn't get the chance to hate Toronto too much, especially not when he was with you. It was all too domestic and soft and you couldn't help the way he made you feel.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

Damn, I'm hooked

Your friends going to kill you, but you can’t help but smile every time you remember the first night, and thank yourself for letting Morgan take you home.

Ooh... I'm hooked

Ooh... I'm hooked, oh

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