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rowdyluv · 6 months ago

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middle of the night - lh43

summary: in which luke and rutger’s twin sister have been dating for months and no one knows. now it’s summer and the siblings have joined them at the lake house

word count: 2.5k

warnings: fluff, angst(?), pet names, not edited so probably has grammar issues,

notes: i left my notes for after :)

In the cozy game room of the lake house, the clack of pool balls echoed against the wooden walls. The air had the scent of distinct masculinity from the four boys’ cologne mixed with sweat, mingling with the faint smoke tainted clothing from the fire that had been lit earlier in the evening. Luke leaned over the felt-covered table, eyeing the perfect shot, while Y/n sat on a barstool, sipping a lemonade and watching with a knowing smile. Jack urging his younger brother to hurry and get on with the game. Rutger, y/n’s twin brother, lounged on the plush couch, his gaze flicking between the game and his phone. Quinn accompanied him on the couch, but his attention was focused solely on his phone.

Y/n’s eyes remained glued to Luke as he took his shot, the muscles in his arms tensing and flexing. She felt the warmth of his presence and was lost in the familiar rhythm of their secret romance. The summer vacation had brought them closer than ever before, allowing them to cherish moments like these without the constant shadow of their college lives looming over them. As Luke sank the eight ball into the pocket with a triumphant grin, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for the boy she had come to love.

Attempting to stifle a yawn, she suggested, "Why don’t we all watch a movie to wind down?" The room fell silent for a moment before Jack chipped in and nodded, "Sounds like a plan. What’s everyone’s pick?" Rutger and Quinn perked up, eager to participate in the selection process. Luke’s eyes met hers, a silent agreement passing between them. They had spent countless nights cuddled together, watching movies in the dorm, whispering sweet nothings and sharing secrets that only lovers knew. Now, with the comfort of his family's lake house surrounding them, the intimacy of their stolen moments seemed all the more precious.

Quickly scanning the DVD collection, Y/n selected a classic rom-com, one she knew would be a safe choice for the group. She popped it into the player then turning around to see the only places to sit were either sharing with Jack or between her brother and Luke. She settled onto the couch between her brother and Luke, her heart palpitating with anticipation. The opening credits rolled, and as the movie began, the room filled with laughter from jokes Rutger and Jack continued to make. Y/n felt the tension ease between her and Luke dissipate as they sank into the familiar rhythm of shared laughter and quiet glances. It was a simple pleasure, one they hadn’t had the luxury of in a while when not behind closed doors.

As the film progressed, the room grew quieter. The only sounds were the occasional giggles from Y/n and the distant croak of frogs from outside the window. Quinn’s head had lolled back onto the armrest, mouth slightly ajar, and his eyes closed in sleep. Rutger’s eyes remained glued to the screen, but his eyelids grew heavier with each passing second. Y/n felt her own eyelids drooping, the comfort of the couch and the warmth of Luke’s presence beside her lulling her into a gentle doze. She didn’t even notice when the last scene played out and the credits began to roll. The only indication she had of the passing time was the gentle weight of Rutger’s arm as they slid under her legs and around her shoulders lifting her off the couch.

“Off to bed sis.” Rutger mumbled in his own tired state.

Over his shoulder, Luke and the other two sluggishly followed behind. Y/n’s sleep ridden and glossed over eyes met Luke’s and for a moment they were the only two in the house for the night.

Rutger kicked open the door to the guest room and gently placed her on the bed. The room was bathed in the soft moonlight that filtered through the blinds, casting a serene glow over the room. The bed sheets smelled faintly of fresh fabric softener and the faint scent of Luke’s cologne lingered in the air from when he had brought her suitcase up earlier. She felt safe, nestled between the comfort of her twin’s arms and the thought of Luke just outside her door.

As Rutger tucked her in, she mumbled a sleepy goodnight, her eyelids fluttering shut. He brushed her hair back before he kissed the top of her head, whispering, "Night, sis. Love you." His footsteps grew distant as he left the room, and she could hear the other boys bid their farewells and stumble to their own rooms. The house grew still, the only sounds the occasional creaks of the old floorboards settling and the rhythmic chirp of crickets outside.

Luke waited, anxiously and as if the word patient didn’t exist, until the darkness was absolute. He tiptoed across the hall, each step feeling like a mile. His hand hovered over the doorknob, and he took a deep breath, willing himself to be silent. He turned it gently, the door opening without a sound. He stepped into the room, his eyes falling right over to the bed where Y/n lay, her chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. Each time he looked at her he couldn’t believe she was his. He wanted to yell it from the roof of Yost. No from the top of the Empire State Building, but she was terrified of ruining relationships with her brother between Luke and him and herself and him.

He stepped closer, his bare feet making no sound on the cool wooden floor. The moon cast a silver path to her bed, and he followed it like a moth to a flame. He sat on the edge, his hand reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek. His finger traced the curve of her jaw and the line of her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him with a sleepy smile. She didn’t even question his presence, she just reached out making grabby hands for him. Luke took his place next to her and she immediately pulled him closer, her hand resting on his chest. He felt her breathing change, her heart rate slowed, as she snuggled into him, her head finding the crook of his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her, his hand resting on her hip, and held her tightly.

“Hi, baby.” Luke placed a kiss to her forehead. “I couldn’t sleep knowing you were right across the hall. I had to be able to hold you, kiss you, wake up next to you.” Luke pressed multiple kisses around her face before ending with a soft kiss to her lips.

“You’re going to get us caught, Luke.” She whispered but her words lacked any real warning. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer for a deeper kiss. They both knew the risks but the thrill of the secret just added to the allure.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “We’re adults, Y/n. It’s just a kiss. Besides, I don’t think anyone’s up to hear us. Now, let’s get some sleep before we have to pretend to barely know each other tomorrow morning.”

With a sigh, she nodded and they lay there, the quiet of the night wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. The only sounds were their soft breaths mingling together, the chirping crickets, and the occasional hoot of an owl in the distance. The comfort of their shared silence grew deeper, the weight of their secret pressing down like a gentle lullaby.

As the night progressed, the moon climbed higher in the sky, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across their entwined forms. Luke’s thumb stroked gentle circles on Y/n’s back, her breathing evened out as she relaxed into his embrace. The warmth of their bodies seemed to push the coolness of the room away, creating a pocket of serenity that neither wanted to disturb.

But the peace was shattered when Y/n’s eyes snapped open, her body jolting with a scream that pierced the quiet of the night. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she thrashed about in the bed, lost in a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Luke’s arms tightened around her, trying to soothe her, but she pushed him away, her eyes wild with fear.

"No, no, no," she murmured, her voice frantic and trembling. Luke sat up, his own heart racing, and gently touched her shoulder. "Y/n, babygirl, it’s okay. It’s just a bad dream, you’re safe. You’re safe with me always."

Her eyes snapped open, and she took in the sight of him, the fear in her gaze slowly morphing into relief. The moon had traveled further across the sky, casting new patterns of light and shadow over their tangled forms. She took a deep, shuddering breath and reached out to him, her nails digging into his skin as she held onto him tightly. He held her trembling body against his firm strong body, her body heat drastically increased from fear against the coolness of the room.

“It’s okay, it’s just me. You’re safe here.” He whispered against her ear, his breath warm and soothing. He felt her body begin to relax as his words sank in, the tension slowly seeping out of her like water from a squeezed sponge.

But just as Luke’s heartbeat returned to a steady rhythm, the door to the room flew open with a bang, making them both jump. Rutger stood in the doorway, his eyes wide with concern, the light from the hallway spilling into the room and highlighting his features. He had clearly heard his sister’s distress and come to her aid. However, the scene that greeted him was not what he expected.

Y/n sat up in bed, her eyes red and puffy from the tears she hadn’t even realized she’d shed. Rutger’s gaze flitted from her to Luke and back again, his expression unreadable. The silence stretched out like a tightrope, each second feeling like an eternity as they waited for him to speak.

"You okay, sis?" Rutger’s voice was gentle, belying the storm of emotions that had to be raging within him. He stepped into the room, his eyes searching hers for any signs of distress beyond the nightmare. - Silently communicating with her about the boy next to her. His close friend, his teammate, but at the moment his enemy.

Y/n nodded, her voice shaky. "It was just a bad dream." She didn’t dare look at Luke, the secret they’d been keeping from Rutger suddenly feeling like it was written across the room in flashing neon lights. Rutger’s eyes narrowed at her as he nodded.

“And you? Why are you in here?” Rutger asked dropping emphasis on the second you.

Luke swallowed hard. Unwrapping his arms from y/n, he sat up straight, the cold air of the room hitting him like a slap. “I heard her scream and I came to check on her.” He tried to keep his voice calm and even, but the lie tasted bitter on his tongue.

Rutger's eyebrows shot up, the tension in the room thickening. “Really?” He stepped closer to the bed, his gaze unwavering. “It’s just a little odd, don’t you think?”

Luke’s eyes darted to Y/n’s, the weight of their shared secret palpable between them. He knew he couldn’t lie to Rutger, not anymore. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay, I can’t lie to you, man. Y/n and I are together. We’ve been seeing each other since November.”

Rutger’s expression froze, his eyes widening in shock. For a moment, no one said a word. Then, a chuckle escaped his lips, turning into a full-blown laugh. “You’re kidding, right? This is some kind of sick joke?” But the seriousness in Luke’s eyes told him it was no joke. The laughter died away, and the room grew tense again.

Y/n looked up at her brother, her eyes brimming with tears. She knew this moment had been inevitable, but she had hoped it would come under better circumstances. With a trembling voice, she said, “Rutger, it’s true. I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner. We didn’t know how you’d react, and we didn’t want to ruin your all’s friendship or how close we are..”

Rutger’s laughter had turned into a scoff. He sat on the edge of the bed, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. He looked at his teammate, then back at his sister, his jaw clenched. “You two are together?”

“Yes, Rutger.” Y/n’s voice was firm, her eyes never leaving brother’s .

Rutger’s gaze bore into Luke, his voice tight. “You better not be playing games with my sister, Luke. You know she’s had enough of that already.”

Luke’s face grew serious, his eyes searching Rutger’s for any hint of understanding. He took a deep breath, his heart racing as he gathered his thoughts. “I can’t believe you would even think that of me. I’m not playing games, Rutger. I love your sister. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. She’s my everything, and I’d do anything to make her happy. Before you even ask me, yes that includes keeping our relationship a secret from everyone for months on months. Even though I’d love to go out somewhere with hundreds of people and just scream that she’s mine. Not in a territorial way but an I love her way.”

Rutger only saw pure sincerity and a fierce protectiveness that matched his own feelings for his sister when he searched over Luke’s features.

Rutger looked at the two of them, his twin, so vulnerable and Luke, so earnest. He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. "If it has to be any of my friends, I’d rather it be you than any of the others." He paused, looking at them both, "But you guys have to promise me, you won’t let it affect our friendship, the group, or the team."

Y/n felt a weight lift off her chest, she had been holding her breath without realizing it. "We promise," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Luke nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving Rutger’s. "We'll do everything we can to keep things normal. Now leave so I can celebratory kiss my boyfriend and go back to sleep." Y/n shoved at her brother.

Rutger rolled his eyes, but ultimately listened to her. “Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

notes: i really didn’t vibe with the prompt chosen after i started writing and i think you can tell in the writing - i will most likely be rewriting this but since the poll chose here we go. Thank you for reading, i appreciate all the love and support!

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sweetteainthesummerx · 7 months ago

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☄. *. ⋆ mine ⋆ . * . ☄

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nhl masterlist !

pairing: nico hischier x eldest daughter!reader

warnings: angst and comfort, sex is mentioned, but not too graphic!! fluff and happy ending

song: mine by taylor swift

summary: you've had to fight for yourself and everyone your whole life, now you have nico to fight for you.

word count: 2.5 k

notes: UGH nico my love!! this is for all of the eldest daughters who deserve the world :) hope you enjoy!

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i was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin', wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts

it's during one of your first dates with nico when you realize this boy is special.

you don't do relationships. you're sensible enough to know that romance isn't like how it's portrayed in media because even if there is love between two people, there will always be hesitations and complications.

complications that you do not need, not when your job keeps you busy and you have your family to think of.

there's another reason though, one you don't like to think much of as a reason for your aversion to vulnerability.

you grew up with an absent father and a mother who cared too much. your perception of love had been thrown out the window, stomped on and ran over.

so when you meet nico at a bar and he asks for your number, you don't expect it to progress anywhere.

but he's so handsome, all dimples and foreign accent as he buys you a drink and tells you that you're pretty.

three dates in, he's got you wrapped up in his arms between his legs on his bed.

he's warm, broad chest under your back. you snuggle closer, pressing the tops of your cold feet into his calves. he dips his face into your shoulder and smiles.

the notebook is playing on the tv facing his bed as he fiddles with your fingers. you told him it was your favourite last week when he took you out to an art museum. you didn't expect him to remember.

you cannot believe this man. he's made you cum three times, once with his mouth, another with his fingers and the last with his cock.

and then he drew you a bath and dried your hair for you.

when you ask him why, he puffs out his chest awkwardly, scratching one of his big bicep and tells you he really likes you and he wants to take care of you.

who does that in this day and age?

he had texted you earlier to see if you were free for dinner. you expected mediocre food and then sex.

maybe a few minutes of cuddling before you left his apartment, but he's breathing in the smell of his shampoo on your hair, holding you like it's the only thing he wants to do on a saturday night, after he had you writhing in his sheets for nearly an hour.

you want to run, because he makes you speechless and your mouth dries up with how sweet he is. you're not used to being taken care of, as sad as it sounds.

normally you would be halfway back to your apartment if had been anyone else.

but this time, something tells you to stick around because you have a premonition that even if you do get hurt, nico hischier is going to be worth it.

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we're takin' on the world together, and there's a drawer of my things at your place

"hey, handsome." your boyfriend of a month comes up from behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss into your hair.

he asks you to be his girlfriend during a morning walk in the park, eyes earnest. you say yes eagerly, because you don't know if there's something so different about him, but he makes you so deliriously happy.

so after a week or two of dancing around each other and no labels, he makes you his with a sweet, long kiss next to the flowers that are starting to bloom in the damp spring air.

now you're in his kitchen, words coming easy to you again. you tell him he looks handsome with his wet hair and week-old beard.

he flushes like he always does when you compliment him.

cute, you think.

you turn from the overnight oats you're making for him to kiss him properly. he nips your lip and you laugh.

"I have something for you, schatz ." the pet name makes you weak in the knees, and you're glad he has you pinned against the counter.

he slips a key into your fingers.

your heart drops to your stomach, and it bounces back up.

"really?" you ask, and he shrugs, oddly shy and pink.

"you're here so much, and I want you around more. it doesn't make since to drive all the way to your apartment when it's dark."

you swoon; does he even know the effect he has on you?

soon, half of his closet is full of your clothes, your pink toothbrush has a spot next to his and your girly products he has no idea how to use are scattered on his counter.

he buys you a nightstand for your side of the bed, and it has a picture of the two of you on it.

you wonder if it's too early in the relationship for something like this, but nico tells you he doesn't care.

he just wants you. you want to cry, because no one has ever just wanted you, with all of your complications and busy schedule.

he cuddles you to sleep and tells you that the two of you can take on the world together, and the first time in a while, you feel content and steady.

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you learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded, you say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

you don't think of your father often. he left when you were 13, when you were young enough to be ridden with emotion and the feelings of inadequacies because why didn't he want you?

but you were also old enough to take care of your four younger siblings as your mother took to bed, her own problems boiling up.

sure, he kept up with birthdays and holidays by sending money instead of well wishes, but you wanted him to be present.

the last you saw of him was at your high school graduation a few years ago. you've given up since then, because he's remarried and has step-kids he treats the way he should've treated you and your siblings.

your mother has moved on. she's dating again and you like seeing the flushed glow on her cheeks over facetime as she tells you about some math teacher that took her out to an Italian restaurant.

your youngest brother, the runt of your family, your sisters always joke, is finally 18 this year.

they can all fend for themselves and you are just you.

sure, they still call you up every few weeks with something trivial, but you are no longer just the oldest of four, or the reliable daughter your mother counted on for everything.

and nico reminds you of this all the time when you start to worry and get in over your head.

you're happy and carefree. you go out with nico and his team mates who gag when the two of you kiss, and laugh at your jokes.

nico takes you on dates, and lets you try and cook swiss dishes on his days off.

your mind is clear of your father, until he calls you on a wednesday night.

nico is fast asleep beside you, and you have to wiggle out of his embrace to reach for your phone.

"hello?" you ask groggily. you don't check the caller id, but you wish you had when your father says your name enthusiastically into the phone.

you want to throw up. what does he want?

"listen, kid. I know I don't call enough, but Johnny is a huge hockey fan. I was wondering if there is anyway that you could get tickets since your boyfriend plays for the devils?"

"how did you find out-" you asked, half-shocked he still has your number saved, and half-shocked at the sheer audacity he has to ask you for a favour for one of his step-sons.

"I saw on the news, kid. now, I would really appreciate if you could do this for your father-"

you want to berate him. if he has the time to read those useless gossip pages, why hasn't he come to see you or even called just because?

you don't even realize nico is awake, but he takes the phone from you.

"excuse me, sir, but your daughter has an early day tomorrow. she needs to go. she'll call you back, if she wants."

he hangs up and turns to you, eyes soft in the light of the lamp he turns on to see you better.

"oh, schatz," he sighs, pulling you into his lap and wiping you tear-wet face.

you're sobbing, but you need to stop. he doesn't need to see you like this, not when this was the behaviour that made your dad leave your mom.

he pulls at your fingers that are stifling your cries and kisses each one of them delicately, "let it out, liebling."

he hates that you think he's going to leave you. he hates what your father has done to the way you think, and he hates that your hurting.

seeing you cry makes something primal and angry stir in his chest, because you deserve all of the good things in the world and more.

it frustrates him that there is nothing for him to do, no one to punch - well, maybe your dad - and all he can do is be there for you.

between the conversations about why you're so guarded and the way you pull back whenever your relationship progresses with him, he knows.

he knows your scared, but he's so determined to make you see that he's so willing to do anything for you, and your future.

"I promise you," he whispers when you calm, only hiccuping slightly, "we will never make your parents' mistakes."

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i ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street...braced myself for the goodbye...then you took me by surprise, you said, "I'll never leave you alone"

"why didn't you talk to me about this before hand?" he huffs, setting down his mug.

you can feel something jittery and hot floating a milimeter above your skin, incasing you in the want to retract, to leave.

your stomach is empty and you want to vomit. you can't look at him, not with frustration on the tip of your tongue.

"I didn't think you needed a say in my career!" you exclaim, and the hurt on his face makes it hard to breathe.

"I would like to know what's going on with my girlfriend, especially if she has to travel every month for work!" he rubs his temples, "we hardly see each other as is-"

"I need to support myself! I would love to quit and be a trophy wife, but forgive me for needing financial independence in case you leave me!"

you scream that last part, and tears are starting to sprout in your eyes. this is so stupid, but there is no part of you that can shake off that needling feeling that he might go.

nico gapes at you, trying to unpack everything.

you shake your head, fingers trembling as you stand.

"I'll give you some space." you have no where to go, maybe your sister's house two hours away by train, but you can't stand the tortured look on his face.

you run out, ignoring his calls of your name until he catches you on the street.

his fingers loop around your wrist easily, and you want to shake them off because you can't bear having his gentle touch now and losing it later.

"I'll never leave you alone, schatz. you know that. so don't walk out on me, please."

you hang your head low; you love him so much, but it's so hard.

you're so afraid to lose him you're not letting yourself love him.

you tell him so, and his face crumples as he takes you in his arms.

you whisper promises to each other under the streetlights, to never leave each other and to communicate better.

from then on, you believe everything he says.

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you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

nico is watching you from the kitchen, because your youngest sister forced you to sit on the couch and gave him a dirty look that had him following her into the kitchen to help with the drying.

she notices the smile on his face: soft, completely unguarded and full of admiration.

she sighs. maybe you are in good hands after all.

when you called a month ago to tell her that nico brought you to switzerland on a whim and you didn't panic, make an itinerary and freak out, she almost choked on her water.

you who bared your teeth at the unknown, who always needed a plan?

he made you so carefree. it makes her relieved that you have him now, because she saw how bad things were when your mother was depressed and you were balancing school, a part time job and watching all of them.

she was too young to understand anything then, but she wishes now that she had behaved better, understood more, just to take a pound off of the heavy burden you carried.

"y'know, I think you're making her a rebel."

"what?" your boyfriend laughs at the younger girl, and she nods seriously.

"she came late today, and she only fixed the flowers once. that's crazy improvement."

"hmm." he's smiling at you again, while you laugh at something one of your brothers' had said. she relishes in the fact that he can hardly take his eyes off of you.

"she's had to fight for us her whole life," this gets nico's attention, "and she's had to fight for herself. we were always here, but we were too young to understand the weight she carried for us."

"but now," she feels oddly emotional, the unwarranted guilt she has from simply not understanding dissolving in her throat, "she has you to fight for her."

you, her sweet sister who wasn't grown and was forced to take on more than any kid did, finally had someone in her corner.

you could afford to be careless once in a while now.

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+ you are the best thing that's ever been mine

you are undeniably sick: runny nose, shivers, a cough.

calling into your job for a day off, you sleep in until your phone shines 2:37 PM.

nico hears your stirring, and comes in. he smoothes your hair and kisses your red nose.

quietly, because he's afraid your head hurts, he hands you a bowl of soup and reties your hair for you.

he fusses, the captain side of him coming in as he fluffs your pillows and rub your shoulders.

you can't remember the last time someone looked after you when you were sick.

so maybe it's the delirium and the fact you can't really breathe, but you give him a loopy smile (the Advil was kicking in).

"you are the best thing that's ever even mine, handsome."

he flushes and rolls his eyes affectionately, and cuddles you close.

your statement still stands when he inevitably gets sick half a week later and becomes a whiny baby.

you love him so, so much.

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wintfleur · 22 days ago

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TALKING BODIES !

` . . ── 𝓹airing estella hughes (oc) x rutger mcgroarty

𝓢. stella and rutger both love talking . . . with there bodies, celebrating the 2024 world juniors win,

𝓭etails. smut, cursing, kissing, smut warnings : unprotected sex (don’t do!!) oral ; male receiving ｡｡ 𝔀c 4877

𝓻oro's note. this is my first smut for this au !;&:!;&; so I’m kinda nervous, I really hope you guys enjoy it! Please please please let me know what you guys think of it :p

Tonight was supposed to be all about him ⸺ and his teammates of course, but he couldn't focus on all the attention and praise he was receiving from the people around him. All he could focus on was Stella. Oh the way she glided across the room with a smile and a drink in her hand as she said hello to everyone, polite and sweet as ever as she made sure to greet everyone.

The pretty smile on her lips, how good she looked with his last name on her back, and those black tights and skirt she was wearing . . . god those tights. How was he supposed to think of anything but her when she looked like that?

Rutger sat on a couch in the large room filled with his teammates and their loved ones. He sat between his Michigan teammate Frank and one of his best friends Cutter, while their parents sat across from them on another couch, all engaged in a conversation. A conversation he should be present in but his attention was somewhere else, on someone else.

His gaze was set on Stella's side profile, lingering on her lips as she smiled and laughed along to whatever the few girls were talking about around her. Rutger recognized most of them, the girlfriends of some of his teammates. He noticed how some of the younger girls flocked to Stella, looking up at her and asking her questions when they were confused. He found it so sweet.

Stella brought her drink to her lips and took a small sip of the drink she stole from Rutger, looking away from the girls when she felt someone's stare. And she wasn't surprised when she saw her smiling boyfriend looking at her, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he very obviously checked her out. Stella playfully rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's lustful gaze, the way he leaned forward, his grip on his cup tightening . . . it was obvious to her what he wanted, and that was her.

Stella broke the tension-filled contact and faced the laughing girls, Stella waited for a chance to talk and sweetly excused herself from the conversation, wanting to go talk to her boyfriend and his family. They all gave her quick hugs and goodbyes, promising to text her later. Stella brought her now empty glass back to the empty bar before making her way towards her boyfriend.

He perked up when he noticed her walking towards them, towards him. Stella smiled politely at the two people she passed who were sitting on the long couch next to Frank. Frank paused his conversation and gave her a small smile before scooting away from rutger so she could sit between them, before returning back to his conversation.

“Hi pretty girl” Rutger breathed out in a whisper, his eyes not leaving hers as she sat down, their thighs and shoulders pressed against each other. Stella smiled and looped her arm with his, leaning against him as she whispered back “Hi handsome”

“Tired?” Rutger quietly asked her even though he already knew the answer was no. Stella was confused for a moment at the sudden question but the way he rested his hand on her thigh and squeezed it made her quickly realize his intentions. He was so needy.

She stopped her lips from twitching into a smirk, and you would have believed she was an award-winning actress with the fake yawn she let out. Her hand came up to cover her mouth, showing off her blue and yellow nails, her ring finger having the number two on it with silver gems. You best believe he went crazy when he saw that.

Stella’s very well-done fake yawn caught the attention of Rutgers's mom, and she paused her conversation to look at stella. “Stella sweetheart, don't let us keep you up” Cindy sweetly told the girl. Stella smiled bashfully when she felt multiple gazes on her, she cleared her throat before voicing out that she was tired after the long day.

Rutger was quick to agree with his girlfriend, saying they were going to head to bed, it's been a long day for both of them. Stella and Rutger said goodbye to his parents, giving them both a hug, Stella giving Molly a hug as well, while Rutger ignored the look of suspicion his sister sent him. The couple said their goodbyes to everyone sitting at the couches, rutger just itching to get his girl alone.

“You guys are shameless” Frank mumbled jokingly as he shook his head at his two friends as they moved past him, knowing that neither of them was tired. Rutger playfully slapped Frank on the shoulder, giving him a wink as he said “Sleep well”

Rutger knew what Stella was doing as she dragged him along to say goodbye to everyone, claiming that she didn't want to be rude if they just left without saying goodbye, he knew she was just doing it to tease him . . . to make him wait longer, wanting to see how desperate he would get.

Rutger was seconds from just throwing Stella over his shoulder when she suggested that they should say goodbye to a small group of people that neither of them knew. Stella giggled at the glare Rutger sent her, she smiled and leaned up to place a quick kiss on his cheek as she whispered teasingly in his ear, his heart beating faster when he felt her soft lip brush against his skin “Calm down stud, I'm just messing with you”

Rutger pulled her into his side by their locked hands, untangling his fingers with hers and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Her head rested against his shoulder as they walked down the long hallway that led to the hotel elevators, her arm wrapping around his waist. Rutger used his free hand and pressed the elevator button before tilting his head to lean down and place a quick kiss on the top of Stella's head.

Rutger was starting to lose his patience as they waited for elevators to open and Stella was enjoying every second of it. Rutger was about to press the button again but a relieved sigh left his lips when the elevator door opened with a ding! Rut did not wait another second before he pulled Stella into the empty elevator with him.

Stella looked up at him through her eyelashes and watched as he leaned forward to press the button for their floor, his jaw clenched as he pressed the button the closed the door faster. His side profile is so pretty, his nose, his pretty lips, his sharp jawline, his hair sticking out at his nape from under his backward cap. So so pretty. Her body was moving before she could process her thoughts.

Stella quickly brought her hand up and softly tugged on the gold medal that decorated his neck, keeping the tension-filled eye contact as she pulled him down for a much-desired kiss. Rutger lets out a shameless moan when he feels her lips on his, his hands moving to her waist and sliding under the jersey to hold her waist as he pushes her against the wall of the elevator. Rutger takes advantage of Stella letting out a small gasp at the quick movement and slips his tongue into Stella's mouth, moving one of his hands up to cradle Stella's jaw as he deepens the kiss. It was messy . . . but hot.

Rutgers's mind was too clouded in desire to care for the fact that they could get caught in such an indecent position. Rutger pushed his knee in between Stella's thighs as his hands touched everywhere he could reach, having to stop himself from ripping her clothes off.

Rutger swallowed the moans leaving her lips as she grinded against his thigh, his hands moving down to squeeze her ass and pull her closer if that was even possible. Heat spreads across both of their bodies as it suddenly gets hotter in the elevator.

Stella slides her hand down Rutgers's chest as their tongues fight for dominance, a fight Rutger easily wins. It was like his body was melting under her touch, his jeans getting tighter while his heart beat faster. Just as Stella's hand glides over his belt the familiar sound of a ding and the doors opening. As she pulls away from the kiss, not wanting to get caught, a needy whine bubbles from his throat as she pulls away from him, but she's quick to shush him with her hand.

Stella quickly looked over his shoulder and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of no one. Stella looks up at Rutger who is looking down at her with hooded eyes, Stella moves her hand from his mouth and quickly leans up to place a quick kiss on his red lips from the kissing. Her thumb rubbed the remnants of her lip gloss off his lips as she whispered seductively “We have all night rut . . . there's no need to rush”

Rutger of course didn't listen to Stella's words, because as soon as Rutger unlocked their hotel room and locked the door behind them, he was on her. Touching and kissing her as if he's been starved of her for centuries . . . and Stella didn't mind it, she liked it when her boy was needy and desperate for her. Rutgers's fingers were squeezing her waist as he blindly guided her towards the large bed, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Their shoes were left in a pile by the door.

Stella's hands traveled up his back and one of her hands tangled into the hair at his nape while the other was taking Rutger's hat off his head and tossing it somewhere in the room. Stella twisted their bodies before he could push her back against the bed, a gasp of surprise leaving Rut's lip when she pulled away from the kiss and softly pushed him down on the bed.

Rutgers's mouth drops in awe and he leans up on his hands as he watches Stella stand in front of him, a smirk on her lips as she slowly pulls his jersey off her body, dropping it at her feet. Rutgers jeans became uncomfortably tighter as he kept his eyes on Stella's black lace-covered tits. His mouth-watering as he noticed her nipple piercings poking against the lace. Stella wanted to giggle at how enchanted he became with her boobs, licking his lips and everything.

Rutger sat up and quickly reached for the bottom of Stella's short skirt and pulled her to stand in between his spread thighs. His head dropped to her boobs where he left open-mouth kisses while his hands were too busy unzipping and tossing her black skirt behind him on the bed before quickly reaching up to squeeze her tits through her bra, his thumbs teasingly rubbing over her piercings. Sweet moans leave her parted lips.

Stella lets out another sigh of pleasure at the feeling of his lips sucking and leaving love bites on the top of her chest, but she needed more. Stella pushed Rutger softly away from her chest causing a pout to form on his lips, but that quickly changed into a smirk when Stella rested her hands on his shoulders, using him as leverage to straddle his lap, sitting up on her knees as she hovered over his lap. Rutger tilted his head up to look up at her, whispering breathlessly “Fuck you’re so pretty”

“Mhm so are you, now let's get this off” Stella whispered back as her hands traveled down his chest and softly tugged at the bottom of his jersey. Rutger chuckles at the eagerness in her tone, but he doesn't make her wait like she did to him, quickly pulling and tossing his jersey. His pretty gold medal rested perfectly on his chest.

His breath hitched when she teasingly dragged her nails down his abs, teasingly dipping her fingers under the waistband of his jeans and briefs. His hips can't help but rise at the touch. Rutger groans with a pout as he clenches his abs, his hands squeezing her tights-covered hips and thighs “Please don't tease”

“You're so pretty when you pout” Stella whispered tauntingly as she looked down at him with her own teasing pout, she didn't know where this kick of dominance was coming from, but she was enjoying it. And he would let her . . . well for a little bit. He held his tongue and looked up at her, he would let her have her power trip until he deemed it unnecessary.

She leaned down and placed a quick feather-like kiss on his lips, then to his collarbone and shoulder before slipping off his lap and between his spread legs. Her hands slowly traveled down his legs and thighs with her movement. Rutger cleared his throat and sat up straighter, seeing her face, the pretty dimple smile on her lips so close to his bulge was too much for his mind to process.

She kept her pretty brown eyes on him as she unbuckled his belt, undoing his jeans and quickly pulling down the zipper. The ache between her thighs made her give up the slow teasing she wanted to put her boyfriend through. She pulled down both his jeans and briefs in one swift pull with the help of him lifting his hips. His pretty dick sprang up and slapped against his abdomen, her eyes lighting up at the sight. A mix of a hiss and a moan left his lips at the feeling “Fuckk”

Stella reached forward and took him into her hands, a groan leaving his lips at the feeling of her soft hands tightly wrapped around his dick. Stella licked her lips, wetting them as she slowly moved her hand up and down. His hips jerked up at the feeling of her thumb pressing against his sensitive red tip, smearing his leaking precum.

She rested her forearms on his knees and gripped the base of his dick in one of her hands, her other hand resting on his abdomen while she leaned down and took the throbbing tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and moaning at the taste of him. She looked up at him as she hollowed her cheeks, flattening her tongue under his dick before bobbing her head up and down.

“You're so pretty like this” Rutger choked out between his moans, his hand coming down to tuck a few strands of her hair behind her ear before making a makeship pony, helping her bob her head up and down. Up and down and repeat. His jaw was slack as throaty moans left his lips as she took him deeper in her mouth, she had no problem taking his hard length down her throat as her fingers dug into the skin of his muscular thighs.

A wince left his lips at the pleasurable sting from her nails and he couldn't help but lift his hips in a reaction, the muffled gag leaving her lips from the feeling of him hitting the back of her throat caused him to let out a loud whine. Tilting his head back in pleasure as his grip on her hair tightens.

“Good girl” He moaned, the praise going straight to her pussy. Rutger could stay like this for hours, his pretty girlfriend on her knees between his thighs for him, looking up at him with her doe eyes, her pretty lips wrapped around his dick, but he needed to feel her other lips wrapped around him. God he couldn't take it anymore, he needed more.

Rutger sat up straight and pulled her swollen lips off his dick by her hair with a loud pop. A confused whine leaves her lips but she's quickly shushed at the feeling of him wiping the spit off her lips with his thumb, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths as he tries to catch his breath. Before Stella could ask why he made her stop he was cupping her face with both of his hands and pulling her back up into his lap and into a wet and messy kiss.

Stella moaned in his mouth, their tongues in an ongoing battle for dominance, she absentmindedly grinded against him as she cupped his cheeks to deepen the kiss. A groan leaves his lips when he tastes himself on her tongue and the feeling of her tights brushing against his sensitive tip. Stella brings one of her hands behind her back and expertly unclasps her bra with one hand.

Stella pulled away from the messy kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips and pulling with her as she tossed her bra somewhere in the room. Rutger moaned at the sight, her messy red lips, her pretty tits out on full display for him. “There's my pretty girls” Rutger cooed as he brought his hands up to squeeze them in his palms.

“Missed my girls so much fuckk” Rutger groaned with a smirk as he massaged her tits, whimpers leaving her parted lips when he started rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers. Holding in a chuckle when he noticed the new piercings she had in, fuck she's so responsive he thought to himself with a smirk as he watched her moan and grind against him.

Stella gasped and softly tugged on the long hair at his nape when he leaned down and latched his hot mouth on one of her hardened and sensitive nipples, his tongue twirling around the cute titanium rod while pinching and playing with the other one. “Rut please” Stella whined pitifully as her panties started to become uncomfortably wet, the throbbing almost becoming unbearable.

Rutger chuckled darkly and pulled away from her boob with a loud pop, both of his hands trailing down her body to roughly squeeze her ass and pull her flush against his chest. The gasp of pleasure about to leave her lips turns into a squeal of surprise and shock at the loud rip that fills the room. Accidentally pushing her boobs into his face as she quickly turns around to look down at her now-ripped tights.

“Babeee those were brand new” Stella whined with an annoyed huff, despite her show of annoyance, she was feeling very flustered with how easily he ripped them off of her. She bit her lip in desire as she watched the way his forearm muscles flexed as he ripped and pulled the tights off her so easily, letting them drop to the floor and leaving her in her lace panties.

“Shh I'll buy you a new pair, pretty girl” he promised as he placed a quick kiss on her jaw before focusing on her soaked panties. His large warm hands caressed the soft skin of the inside and back of her thighs before playfully snapping the lace fabric against her skin with a loud snap! She gasped and jolted in his lap at the slight sting.

Before Stella can open her mouth to complain about his teasing he's already sliding her panties down her legs, groaning at the sight of the string of arousal connecting the damp panties and her pussy. Stella bit her lip in embarrassment but the feeling didn't last long when Rutger whispered huskily in her ear “God that’s so fucking sexy”

“Rut pleasee” she whined in his ear, the feeling of her heavy breaths against his skin sending a chill down his spine. While the feeling of the tip of his dick brushing against her wet folds made her thighs twitch in anticipation, her patience running thin.

“Oh? Begging already? . . . where did my confident girl go huh?” Rutger asked tauntingly, as he gripped her waist with one hand while the other gripped her chin as he continued to tease her with his words, a smirk on his lips “S’cute, you suck my dick and now you're just a needy mess in my lap”

“Don't be mean rut” Stella pouted, her tone coming out in an eager whine. Rutger chuckled and gripped her chin harder, teasingly dipping his thumb through her parted lips. Stella sighed impatiently and moved her hand between their two bodies, grabbing his throbbing dick into her hand, tired of waiting.

“What I thought you liked when I was a little – oh fuck stell” A mixture of a deep moan and gasp left his lips at the feeling of Stella taking his dick into her soft hands again, guiding him through her slick folds – small pants leaving her lips at the feeling – before lifting to line his sensitive tip to her entrance. “mmfuckk” Stella whimpered as she slowly sank down on him, her thighs ached with her slow pace of sinking down. Rutgers's dick was always a stretch – no matter how many times they fucked.

the muscles of his abs tensed and squeezed as he felt the velvety walls of her pussy sucking him in as she slowly sank down, his eyes fluttering close for a few seconds and his jaw going slack. “yeah baby just like that – takin’ me so well”

“fukin’ hell rut” Stella whined out as she lazily rested her forehead against the column of his neck, chills spreading across the skin at the feeling of her heavy breaths. She could smell his cologne and she felt like she was in a daze as she started to roll her hips against him, she felt so full. Rutger softly rubbed her hips to help soothe the feeling of him stretching her out, kissing her temple as he grunted out “Slowly pretty girl, take your time”

Stella adjusted her knees at his sides so she could be in a better position, slowly moving up and down so her body could get used to him, slowly sinking down to engulf the thickness of it. Small gasps and moans leave her lips, the feeling of her breath against his neck sending chills down his spine. Rutger dug his fingers into her waist as he helped guide her up and down, helping her build a faster pace that had them both moaning.

“You’re so fukin’ big” Stella let out a pretty little whine making Rutger chuckle. One of his hands moved from her waist and trailed up her back to grab her nape, pulling him away from his neck and into a messy passionate kiss. Stella moaned into the kiss, cupping his face with both of her hands nibbling on his bottom lip when he slowly pulled away from the messy kiss, whispering breathlessly against her lips “You can take it, baby”

Her slick walls clamped around him with each roll of her hips, his large hands remained on her waist, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he aided her movements. Rutgers eyes took in her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes, watching as her pink lips parted with pretty moans as she gyrated her hips faster “Atta girl” Rutger mumbled huskily, his tone low and encouraging, a proud smile on his face.

Rutger moaned and looked down between them, watching as he disappeared in her, over and over again. He lifted his hips up to meet her movements bucking up into her, groaning deeply as she rolled her hips faster. “oh my god fuck” Stella cried out between her heavy breaths. The moans leaving her lips only turned him on more.

Rutger felt like he was in a trance, his eyes glued to her bouncing tits, the sight making his dick twitch inside her and his mouth water. “God you make the prettiest noises” Rutger groaned before he surged forward, taking one of her tits into his mouth, moaning around the skin as he continued to buck his hips up into her.

“oh my fuckkk” Stella moaned loudly in pleasure, his thick length hitting her deepest spot with every powerful bounce. Stella braced herself on her knees, feeling herself get closer and closer to her peak. Rutger moaned loudly at her clamping down around him, pulling away from her tits to look up at her. She looked so enchanting like this, her face flushed and twisted in pleasure as she tossed her head back, her neck looked so inviting for his mouth. He moved one of his hands off her waist to pull the gold medal off his chest, his eyes not leaving the way her chest rose and fell.

His eyes shined strongly with possessiveness as he put his medal on her. The feeling of the cold metal against her hot chest made her gasp, pausing her movements for a moment, a look of confusion and desire on her face. Rutger smirked and gently tugged on the medal to pull her face down, kissing her roughly. Stella moaned into the kiss, rolling her hips against his. He pulled away, whispering breathlessly against her lips “Looks better on ya anyway”

Stella smirks and rests her forehead on his as she starts to pick up her pace, her thighs trembling and aching. Rutger immediately noticed and held her thighs, helping her move up and down, staring into her glazed eyes. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the hotel room, mixed with their heavy breathing sounds of pleasure and the lewd wet squelching noise of her arousal coating his dick.

“Oh rut” Stella moaned breathlessly, tangling her fingers in the hair at his nape. Rutger knew that moan, she was close. He held her body with one arm while he moved his other hand down between them, his thumb rubbing her clit in circular motions, wanting to make her orgasm even more intense. His voice cracked as he panted against her lips “Together?” Stella whined in pleasure, eagerly nodding in agreement.

His eyes remained on her, he loved the way she looked right now, so lost in pleasure her face contorted in ecstasy. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead, her cheeks flushed a deeper red, the medal bouncing against her chest with each bounce. Rutger wished he had an ounce of Stella's talent so he would be able to save this moment in his mind and draw it so it would never go away.

“i-im gonna cum” Stella mewled her nails scratching into his shoulder blades, leaning down to press her chest flush against him. Despite her legs feeling like jelly she continued to chase their releases, moving up and down their sweaty bodies sticking together.

“Holy fuck, you feel like heaven” Rutgers's deep grunts and moans were hypnotizing, pushing her even closer to the edge. He felt her walls flutter around him, knowing she was moments away from climax, he increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, his other arm pulling her down against him harder. He grunts out desperately “C’mon baby — mm’fuck cum with me”

“Rut!” she cried out loudly, the coil in her stomach finally snapping, an intense wave of pleasure coursing through her body, her nails engraving small crescents into his skin. Rutger groaned, feeling her walls clamp and convulse around him, his abs tensing at the familiar feeling of his release. He continued to fuck her through her through her orgasm, slamming into her sweet spots, chasing his.

“mm — fuck!” his mouth dropped open with a loud moan as he released deep inside her, thrusting into her a few more times before it got too much. Stella’s head fell to his shoulder, choking on a moan at the feeling of him filling her with his seed. The two sat there for a few moments in silence, slowly falling from their highs together.

“you okay baby?” Rutger asked softly between his heavy breaths, holding her face gently in his hand as he stared into her pretty brown eyes, Stella smiled tiredly and softly brushed her nose against his before resting her forehead back against his sweaty shoulder “Yeah, m’perfect”

“You did so good baby” Rutger cooed as he placed soft kisses along the side of her face, one of his hands gently brushing her hair out of her face while the other rubbed her back soothingly. Stella hummed tiredly and wrapped her arms around Rutger, pulling him into a hug. Placing soft kisses on the little marks on his shoulder from her nails, whispering sweet praises against his hot skin.

“I love you” he placed a kiss on her head before carefully lifting her hips up, so he could slip out of her with no discomfort. Stella sat back on his thighs, lifting her hand up to brush his sweaty hair from his forehead, smiling at how handsome he looked all flushed, she smiled lovingly at him “Love you more”

Stella winced and looked down at the mess between them, biting her lip at the sight, before looking up at Rutger with her charming smile “C’mon handsome let's go get cleaned up, then we can call room service”

“Oh yeah? celebrate with some pizza and shitty champagne?” Rutger chuckled as he softly tugged on the gold medal decorating her nude chest, Stella smiled and glanced at the medal before looking back at her boyfriend, her dimples on display as they both embraced the moment fully “Sounds like heaven”

𝓻oro's note. OKAY SO 😺 we are just gonna ignore the fact that this literally took me a ‘year’ to finish . . . but tbh I forgot about this in my drafts and I’m like horrible at writing smut . . . but I decided I should just finish it and post it for the USA win!! please let me know what you guys think because I’m not that experienced in the smut writing soooo feedback is very much appreciated !! (If this flops I’ll cry)

FORGET RUT I WANT STELLA 😻

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