#Timo Meier smut

[sc0tters]

Sweetest Sweets - Timo Meier

summary: when you have a day in the kitchen timo decides to give you some company.

kinkmas: day eleven (spit)

warnings: sexual themes, fingering, swearing.

word count. 1.78k

authors note: so I wrote this and in the middle of writing Timo scored! I still haven’t googled what a spit kink/spit play actually is so don’t sue me if this is very wrong… if you want to view and of the previous kinkmas days you can see the masterlist here!

Your pregnancy had been tough on Timo.

He knew it was wrong to admit given how you couldn’t keep most things that you ate down for the first few months. You had been a trooper getting through all of that, and Timo knew it. But that didn’t mean that it was any easier for him as he watched your breasts swell and you stomach grow. What Timo didn’t expect was that sometimes you wanted to climb him like a tree but other times you wanted the Great Wall of pillows between you both.

Right now you were in the latter mood and it was killing Timo. Not only had he been on a roadie when all you wanted was him, but now you were living in spaghetti strap tops and your long flannel pants. In short it meant Timo was stuck taking in your beauty without being able to physically praise you. Usually he could put up with it, but today as you had gotten whatever craving you had. The kitchen had become your sanctuary.

Leaving you in there as you made enough gingerbread to feed a small army. It meant Timo had to hear you tasting every batch to make sure that things were perfect, your sweet little moans echoed through the apartment and he finally had enough.

So he cleared his throat as he pushed off of the couch and made his way to the kitchen “sc-“ he cut himself off as he saw you swaying your hips to the music you were listening to “hey baby!” You giggled seeing your boyfriend stood staring at you.

Your weren’t wearing a bra as neither of you expected company soon which meant that your perky nipples were on fully display as the white vest did little to cover them “you having fun?” Timo asked in a teasing tone as you walked over to him “like it more now that you’re here.” You mumbled driving your hands over his chest to rest on his shoulders.

He smiled at the gesture as you did the same “you enjoying eating all that?” The hockey player could see the tray you had set out with all of your tasters on it “think you should try some.” You offered looking at the extra icing that you had “you know I won’t say no to that.” Timo chuckled as you directed him over to the counter that you stood at.

In a quick movement Timo watched as you swirled your spoon around in the icing “open up T.” You giggled as you watched him open his mouth.

Like always Timo loved what you fed him “fuck baby that’s delicious.” He groaned finally realising what had you sounding like that. It was sweet on his tongue as it made you smile “kiss?” You mumbled puckering your lips to which your boyfriend graciously obliged.

His lips were soft against yours as you were pushed against the counter “you’re playing a dangerous game schatz.” Timo warned as he stared down into your eyes.

They were full of desire as your pupils blew “I need you please.” You whimpered letting out a squeal when Timo picked you up to place you on the counter “please tell me you aren’t screwing with me.” He mumbled hovering his lips over yours.

You watched him position himself between your legs as you nodded “want to hear you say it.” Timo hoped you were being serious because he knew no hot shower would be strong enough to cure this boner that he was currently sporting.

He watched your legs trap his sides “I want you Timo.” You nodded finally giving him the green light to carry on. His hands brushed over your stomach as he smiled “don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” The hockey player pecked your lips letting out a grunt “need you down here so I can get you out of these.” He tugged at your pants making you nod.

It was a quick movement as you wriggled out of your pants letting them sit midway over your thighs leaving Timo to do the rest of the work “you’re so sexy.” He mumbled letting out a gasp as he saw your bare cunt stare back at him.

A small breath left your lips feeling his finger press against your clit teasing your slit as he ran his finger down through your wetness “please don’t tease me.” You begged pressing your head against his as his finger danced over your cunt just missing your hole “forgot how it was hearing you beg.” Timo smirked as he pecked your lips feeling close to leaving you for his own amusement.

But his aching cock served as the reminder of why he stayed as he found himself desperate to please you as well as him “I need you Timo.” You moaned finally giving Timo what he wanted as he thrusted his finger into your cunt “you’re so wet.” He felt his cock push against the fabric of his shorts.

You whimpered feeling him graze his thumb over your clit “I need more.” You whined as his one finger fucking felt like he was taunting you “gonna have to do better than that to earn it.” Timo’s movements were painfully slow as he used his free hand to peel your vest off of your body “let me see them pretty tits of yours.” His words were vulgar as he watched the bounce as they were freed.

He loved how they had grown with the soon arrival of your first child “please T.” As he slotted a second finger into your cunt Timo dropped his head “been thinking about these all damn day.” It was no secret how he had a thing for your breasts, even before falling pregnant it was clear that Timo was a boob guy.

His tongue was rough against your sensitive peaks as the feeling made your cunt clench around his fingers “fuck!” You groaned as Timo’s fingers began to speed up.

The palm of his hand grazed against your clit “you’re so good T.” He groaned against your nipple as he let his lips go with a pop “got to keep the other one happy.” Timo joked watching the string of saliva leave his lips that connected to your nipple before he went to the other.

Your thighs clenched around his hand trying to trap his hand between your legs “be a good girl and take it.” He shook his head straightening his fingers as they hit a further spot in your cunt “want more.” Your voice was raspy as you used all of your energy to pull his face up to yours so that you could kiss him “my greedy little girl.” Timo smirked into your kiss as he brushed his thumb over your clit.

Timo found himself getting carried away by the soft moans you let out “is my baby close?” He teased watched you nod as your hips began to writhe “don’t stop Timo.” You moaned nodding as your head dropped back resting against the cabinet.

He was always going to listen to you and you knew that it was the case “let the whole floor hear how good I make you feel.” Timo muttered giving you the green light to come “feel so full.” It was like your cunt had grown tighter with your pregnancy as Timo let out a grunt feeling you moan.

Your eyes began to flutter as you shook your head “you’re so-” you cut yourself off as you began chanting his name riding his fingers like they could have been his cock “there you go my pretty girl.” Timo’s voice was soft as he kissed your forehead continuing to thrust his fingers into your cunt as it made you squirm.

It took all of your energy to wrap your hand around his wrist “enough.” You cough feeling grateful that he listened “always so sweet.” Timo groaned placing his fingers in his mouth as he could taste your release on his tongue. What he didn’t expect was that you would roll your tongue out of your mouth angling your head back to wiggle it for him. Questions ran through his head but when he realised that you wanted to taste it yourself “my dirty girl.” Timo smirked watching spit leave his lips before it dropped to land on your tongue. It sat there for a second or two before you let your tongue recoil back into your mouth. Timo knew you were hot yes, but watching you swallow that truly made him realise that you were in all essence of the phrase, his dream girl.

You smiled up at Timo as he went to pick you up freezing as you both heard the front door to your apartment open with a swing “Hallo!” The familiar voice had you holding back a laugh.

Nico had been given a key to your apartment as Timo always lost his but you both also agreed that his teammate was probably a good guy to have if there was ever an emergency for you two. But as the door shut you both realised that Nico was still there “Timo where are you?” His voice got louder making you panic “do something!” You whisper yelled motioning to Timo to hurry up.

Panic shot there his body as his eyes went wide “don’t come in here!” Timo yelled motioning to you to hide as he didn’t want you to be seen by Nico “but I smell food!” Nico complained letting his lips form a pout.

But Timo refused to listen to him “y/n is making a surprise and we would hate to see that surprise early now would we?” Nico wasn’t buying what his teammate said “but you saw it.” The captains determination made you want to laugh as you pulled your pants up reaching for Timo’s hoodie he had left in there the week before that you were certain you asked him to put away that night.

For once you were grateful he hadn’t listened to you.

Timo wanted to hit his teammate in that moment “when you fuck her surprises are no longer surprises-“ he blurted out finally going silent as you stuck your head out of the kitchen “how are we feeling today momma?” Nico smiled handing you a thing of flowers like he always did.

For now you both actually wanted to kill Nico, but you knew that the night wasn’t over and you’d be seeing Timo in your bed later on. Then he could finally have the time with you that he had been waiting so long for.

[leaentries]

timo pressing down on your lower stomach to feel himself in you 😵‍💫

➛ omfg i’m…🤭

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Timo thrusted deep into your spent cunt for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Countless orgasms had been pulled from your weakened body, Timo never relenting. Yet, you couldn’t even bring yourself to care.

Your legs dropped from his shoulders as he picked up his brutal pace. His large body slamming into yours, causing your breasts to bounce with each thrust of his pelvis.

“Fuck, still so tight for me,” He growled, “No matter how many times I fuck this pussy. Always so tight for me.”

Timo pulled out, drawing a deep whine of discontent from you. He didn’t bother acknowledging, before he simply grabbed your hips to flip you to your hands and knees. You gasped as he quickly entered you once more.

“Oh, yes!” You screamed as his arm came to pull you back up into his chest. He leaned back onto his knees, holding your body to him by your stomach.

His pace never faltered, “You feel that, princess?” His hand applied pressure to your lower stomach, your cervix practically expanding as his cock reached deep into your core. “Can practically feel my cock inside of you.”

Your head fell against his shoulder as loud cries echoed from your throat.

“Cum around me, baby. Want to feel this pretty tummy while you cum on my cock.”

[blakeswritingimagines]

Heated

Summary: Timo, a successful sports player, and you find yourselves at odds due to Timo's busy schedule and the strain it puts on the relationship.

Warnings: Fighting, Leaving during an argument, Neglected reader, Stuffing feelings, Both being pent-up, Slow burn towards sex, Slow sex, Making love, Marking, PWP, Slighting fingering, PnV

Word Count: 2.8k

Timo Meier was always on the road. As a professional athlete, his schedule was demanding, and he often spent more time in hotel rooms than in his own home. You missed him constantly, feeling as though you hardly saw him at all. The distance between you seemed to grow with each passing day, and you longed for the times when he was close by, able to wrap his arms around you and hold you tight. But no matter how much you wanted to see him, you knew that his job was important to him, and you didn't want to hold him back. So, you tried to be understanding and supportive, even as the loneliness and longing for him slowly gnawed at your heart. There were times when you felt resentment building up inside of you, frustration over the fact that he was always so far away. But you pushed those feelings down, knowing that it wasn't fair to him. It wasn't his fault that he had to travel so much for his work, and you knew that he missed you equally as much.

Despite your efforts to be patient and strong, there were days when you couldn't help but cry, feeling overwhelmed by the constant loneliness and aching for his presence. You missed the sound of his voice, the warmth of his touch, and the smell of his cologne. One day, you just couldn't hold it in any longer. You exploded in a fit of anger and frustration, tears streaming down your face as you confronted Timo. "I'm sick of this. I'm sick of always being left behind while you jet off to some faraway place for work." Timo was taken aback by your outburst, but he tried to remain calm. "I know it's hard for you, but this is my job. I have no choice." Timo was standing in front of you, his eyes avoiding yours as you raised your voice at him. "You're never home! We hardly see each other anymore," you exclaimed, your frustration growing with each word. Timo sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly as he finally made eye contact with you. "I know. I'm busy with the team and traveling for games. I don't always have a choice in the matter." You felt a pang of guilt for being upset with Timo, knowing that he had obligations to his career. But the loneliness that had taken root in your heart was hard to ignore.

Timo ran a hand through his hair, his expression pained as he heard the accusation in your voice. "I'm trying, but it's hard. The pressure to perform well, the constant training, it takes a toll on me too." You couldn't help as you rolled your eyes. "It's not just about traveling. It's like you're never present even when you are home." Your frustration reached a boiling point as Timo's words echoed in your mind. "Pressure to perform? What about the pressure I feel when you're never around? The loneliness of an empty bed and an empty house?" Your voice rose with each word, your pent-up emotions surfacing. Timo looked at you, his own anger rising to match yours. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me? " he retorted, "The long hours of training, the criticism from the media, the constant pressure to win?" He clenched his fists, his eyes locking onto yours. You felt a surge of conflicting emotions. You wanted to sympathize with Timo's struggles, but at the same time, you couldn't ignore your own pain. "I understand that you have a demanding job, but what about my feelings? Do they matter at all?" Timo sighed, his frustration mingling with a hint of guilt. "Of course your feelings matter. But sometimes, it feels like everything else takes precedence. The team, the games, the contract negotiations. I can't just ignore all that."

You took a step closer to him, your voice cracking. "I'm not asking you to ignore it all. I'm just asking for some balance. For you to prioritize our relationship too." Timo looked at you, his expression conflicted. "You want me to prioritize our relationship? But what about my dream? What about what I've worked for my entire life?" Timo looked at you, his expression softening as he took a deep breath. "I do prioritize our relationship, but it's just not that easy right now. I'm under a lot of pressure…" He trailed off, his eyes dropping to the ground. You felt a shiver go down your spine, an unsettling feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. "What do you mean it's not easy? Are you insinuating something else?" Timo looked up at you, surprise etched on his face. "No, no, that's not what I meant at all." He reached out to take your hand, but you pulled it away, your mind reeling from his words. Your heart raced as unwelcome doubts crept in. "Then what did you mean? It sounds like you're saying you're too busy to prioritize us." Timo looked flustered, trying to explain himself. "I'm not saying that at all. I'm just saying that it's a lot harder to balance everything right now. I'm under a lot of pressure from the team and the media, and it's taking its toll on me. But I still love you, and I do prioritize our relationship. I just need some time and some understanding from you to balance it all." Your doubts and anger boiled over, and you found yourself yelling at Timo. "Time? Understanding? How am I supposed to understand when you're never around? When you're too busy with your career to even spend a few moments with me? If you're choosing your career over me, just say it!"

Timo's frustration matched yours, his voice rising. "You're twisting my words! I'm not choosing my career over you. I'm just saying that it's difficult to balance everything right now. You don't understand the pressures I'm under. I have people depending on me, expecting me to perform at my best every single game. It's not like I can just drop everything and be with you all the time!" You felt a lump form in your throat as Timo's words hit you like a punch to the gut. "So you're saying that your career is more important than me? That I come second?" You stared into Timo's frustrated eyes for a moment longer, your own emotions swirling within you. The argument was too much to handle, and you needed a moment of peace to collect your thoughts. "I can't deal with this right now," you said, your voice trembling. "I need some space." With that, you turned and walked away, leaving Timo standing there, his own anger fading into a mixture of concern and guilt. Timo watched as you walked away, his own anger ebbing away as he realized the weight of the argument. He wanted to go after you, to apologize and explain himself, but something held him back. He knew that he had said some harsh things in the heat of the moment, things that had hurt you. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily as he slumped onto the couch, wondering if he had just made things even worse. You walked outside, the cool night air washing over you as you tried to process what just happened. The argument had left you feeling raw and vulnerable, and you weren't sure how to navigate the complexity of your emotions. You leaned against the railing, staring at the city lights as you took in everything that had gone on and what it would all mean.

Hours had passed since the argument, and you found yourself still out on the balcony, staring off into the night. You had spent the time processing your feelings and attempting to calm down. But no matter how much you tried to distract yourself, the argument with Timo lingered in your mind like a stubborn stain. It was late when you returned home, the silence in the house was almost deafening. You had spent hours outside, trying to make sense of your thoughts and feelings. As you entered the living room, you noticed Timo sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. He looked up as he heard you come in, his expression weary. The earlier argument weighed heavily between you both. Neither of you said anything for a few moments, the silence growing thicker with each passing second. Finally, Timo broke the silence. "You're back." You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. Your emotions were still raw from the argument, but seeing Timo sitting there, looking so defeated, stirred something within you. "I needed some time to think," you finally said, your voice just above a whisper.

Timo nodded, his eyes dropping to the ground. "I understand. I've been thinking too." He paused, as if trying to gather his thoughts. "I didn't mean to make it sound like my career was more important than you. I'm just… I'm struggling to balance everything right now." You took a seat across from him, trying to keep your emotions in check. "I know you're under a lot of pressure with the team and the games and everything. But I can't help but feel like I'm being pushed aside when you're never around." Timo sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I know, and I'm sorry. It's just that everything is so overwhelming right now. The games, the practices, the media, the contract negotiations… it never stops. I feel like I'm being pulled in a dozen different directions." You felt a pang of sympathy for Timo, understanding the weight he was carrying. But your own pain still lingered, as you said, "I can empathize with your situation, but it doesn't change how I feel. I miss spending time with you. I miss feeling like a priority in your life." Timo's expression softened as he listened to your words, his regret and guilt evident in his eyes. "You are a priority in my life. I just… I don't know how to manage everything right now. I feel like I'm failing at both my career and our relationship."

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's not about failing. It's about communication and compromise. Maybe we need to find a way to balance everything better. To make time for each other amidst your busy schedule." Timo nodded, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "You're right." He paused, then said, "But the truth is, I'm not sure how. My career takes up so much of my time and energy. I don't know how to juggle everything without dropping something." You reached out and placed a hand on Timo's, offering what comfort you could. "We can figure it out together. We just need to communicate and be honest about our needs and expectations. It won't be easy, but if we both want this, we can find a way." Timo looked at you, his expression shifting from regret to something more tender. He took your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine. Your anger and hurt were fading, replaced now by an overwhelming need for each other. "I've missed you," he confessed, his voice low and rough. You felt a flood of emotions at his words, your heart racing as Timo moved closer to you. His arms encircling you, pulling you into an embrace. The tension between you melted away, replaced by a heady mix of desire and longing.

Timo's lips found yours, gently at first, as if seeking your consent. But then the kiss grew more urgent, more passionate, both of you pouring all the pent-up emotions into it. His hands roamed over your body, igniting a fire within you that burned brighter than any argument. You clung to Timo, your fingers tangling in his hair, your body pressed against his. The world outside faded away as the only things that mattered were the two of you. The pain and loneliness of the past weeks were replaced with a desperate desire to hold onto each other, to make amends through touch and intimacy. The layers of clothing that separated you felt like an unwelcome barrier. Timo's hands drifted down to the hem of your shirt, gently tugging it over your head, revealing the soft skin beneath. His eyes roamed over you, taking in your curves and lines, and a low moan escaped his lips.  Your hands found their way under Timo's shirt, feeling the heat of his skin, the firm press of muscle. You pulled it off, discarding it to the side, before your fingers trailed over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, the pulse of desire that matched your own. Timo's lips found your neck, his kisses slow and deliberate, as if mapping out every inch of skin he hadn't touched in what felt like forever. His hands moved to your hips, guiding you back onto the couch, pinning you beneath him.

The world seemed to spin as you lost yourself in Timo's touch. He leaned down to kiss every part of you he could reach, his tongue and teeth teasing your skin, leaving a trail of heat and pleasure. His weight on top of you was both grounding and exhilarating, making your head spin as you arched into him, desperate for more. Your hips ground against his, seeking friction, craving more contact. Timo lifted you up effortlessly, carrying you towards the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, his eyes burning with intensity as he stripped off his clothes. You watched, breathless, as his toned physique was revealed inch by inch. Then he joined you, covering your body with his own, skin to skin, heat to heat. Every touch was electric, every kiss like a promise. Timo's hands roamed over your body, his breath hot against your skin. Each brush of his fingertips sent sparks flying, lighting up nerve endings you had forgotten even existed. He whispered words in German, so softly you could hardly make out what they were, but the meaning was written all over his face - worship, adoration, desire. Your bodies moved together in perfect sync, as if they'd never been apart. Every stroke, every caress, every whispered promise sent shivers of delight coursing through you. Timo's mouth claimed yours once more, the kiss deep and consuming, a silent vow of devotion. His hand slid between your thighs, finding you slick and ready, and he groaned into your mouth.

Your legs wrapped around Timo's waist, drawing him closer, deeper. The pressure of his fingers against your most sensitive spot made you gasp, arching into his touch. Pleasure coiled tight within you, building with each pass of his hand, each thrust of his hips. Timo's mouth left yours to trail down your neck, nipping and sucking, marking you as his. The sensation of his teeth grazing your skin sent jolts of electricity straight to your core. "Timo," you breathed, your voice thick with desire. "Schatz.." Timo's voice was husky with need, his breath ragged against your ear. "I've missed this…missed you." His fingers curled inside you, stroking that sweet spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. He rocked against you, the head of his cock nudging your entrance, teasing, promising. With a low growl, he eased forward, burying himself to the hilt in one slow thrust. A cry tore from your throat at the sudden fullness, the stretch of your body around his girth. Timo stilled, giving you a moment to adjust, his forehead resting against yours, his heart pounding in sync with yours. Then he began to move, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back in, setting a slow but loving pace that drove you both higher and higher.

Your nails dug into Timo's back as he filled you, stretching you, claiming you. The sensation of being whole again, complete, brought tears to your eyes. You wrapped your legs tighter around him, meeting each of his thrusts with a roll of your hips, urging him deeper. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, heavy breathing, and the symphony of your pleasure. Timo's lips found yours again, kissing you passionately, as if trying to pour all his love, all his apologies, all his longing into that single connection. You kissed him back just as fiercely, lost in the rhythm of your bodies, the heat of your passion, the overwhelming need to be close, to be one. Timo's movements intensified, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency as he chased his release. The coil of pleasure within you wound tighter and tighter, until finally, with a scream of ecstasy, you came undone. Your inner walls clenched around him, milking his cock as wave after wave of bliss crashed over you. Timo followed soon after, his body tensing, his grip on your hips bruising as he spilled himself deep inside you. You collapsed together, spent and sated, your hearts still racing from the intensity of the lovemaking. In the aftermath, Timo held you close, his lips brushing your temple as he murmured words of apology and affection. You knew, without a doubt, that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, as long as you had each other.

[ladylooch]

Her Way - Timo Meier

A/N: ughhhhh my OG babies. Love love love getting to step back into this world. I do love a bossy OC who can only be soothed by one man 🤭

Based off this ask!

Word count: 2.2k

Inside Lio's nursery, Timo very carefully eases himself out of the plush chair he had been rocking his son to sleep in. In his arms is a full, passed out baby. Lio's lips are open, cheek smooshed, long black lashes dusting his cheek bones as he breathes steadily and even. All signs of a healthy and happy baby. Timo takes a moment as he walks across the room to Lio's crib to be grateful for this. 

Since becoming a parent, Timo knows it's the simple things that matter the most.

Like getting to be home for nap time. 

Timo transfers Lio to his crib, adjusting his sleep sack around his legs before slowly maneuvering backwards to the door. Lio shifts suddenly in his crib. Timo pauses mid-step, holding his breath. Lio’s face turns the opposite direction, then he sighs before resuming his sleep.

That was close.

With confidence now, Timo leaves the room, then closes the door softly behind him. Once done, he heads out to the main area in search of his wife. Tension squeezes his shoulders when he sees her in the kitchen, re-cleaning the counter he had already done today. She knows that. She walked in from her lunch meeting to see Timo cleaning their place. Now here she is, starting the process all over. Timo looks towards the couch, seeing that she rearranged the pillows and refolded the throw blanket too. He isn't positive, but it seems like she reorganized Lio's toys in the corner.

"Allstar level transfer there." Emma chuckles. She must have been watching on the monitor. Timo sighs at that too. 

"Well, he is my kid, so..." Timo trails off, a tinge of a bite in his words. If Emma notices, she doesn't point it out.

"I know. You're the best daddy, babe. I love how hands on you are with him. We are so lucky." She hums happily, kissing him as he moves around her to the fridge for a drink. Her hand trailing across his stomach temporarily soothes the frustration that was building in him. He relaxes, opening the bottle of sparkling water and taking a sip. 

The relief is only temporary. Because Emma goes over to the dishwasher, opens the door, then wrinkles her nose at the way he loaded the top rack. With a burdened sigh, she begins to pull dirty cups and bottles out to put them all back in her way. 

Emma's way is killing Timo's confidence.

"Why are you doing that?" He asks her. 

"Because it isn't spread out enough to clean the bottles and cups properly."

"Oh." Timo watches her rearrange them into what she deems best, then she shuts it, and starts to run it. "It isn't full." Timo points out.

"It doesn't have to be to start it." Emma shrugs. "We will need that space for the dinner I'm making. It uses a lot of dishes." She keeps talking as she leans down under the sink. She comes back up with more cleaning supplies.

"What are you doing now?" Timo asks as she grabs a fresh microfiber towel and a new bottle he hasn't see before. They have both cleaned the counter now and she's going after it again?

"Polishing the stone. It's looking dull." She gives the bottle a teasing shake at him. "Boys don't know what this stuff even is, huh?”

"I did live on my own for almost a decade before I married you. I’m capable of cleaning up our space.”

"Sure, but if this is how you've been cleaning, you've been doing it wrong." Her bluntness has Timo leaning slightly back like she slapped him. His eyes squint into an angry expression. He folds his bottom lip between his teeth as Emma turns back to finishing wiping off the stone counter with the magical polish.

"There! See? So much better."

"It looks no different." Timo insists, shaking his head. Maybe he could have held that comment back. Emma scoffs, turning to look at him with an appalled scowl. Then she waves a dismissive hand at him. "You're a boy. You don't understand."

"Hm. I don't think I like that." Timo says, putting a palm on the counter. Emma zeros in on it, nostrils flaring in annoyance at him marking up her clean stone. 

"Can you not?" She waves to his palm.

"Can you not?" Timo claps back. Emma's eyes go to his, narrowing with the challenge building between them.

"I like things done a certain way."

"Yeah, you like things done your way." He adjusts her words to say what she really means. "But that was before we were married. Now, we are married and have a kid. You can't be running around after me re-doing everything, yet be upset about not having enough time to get things done." Emma baulks, opening and closing her mouth, actually speechless for once. She inhales heavily, sucking her cheeks in as she does. Her dimples puncture her cheeks, distracting Timo.

"Well, then do it right the first time."

"Em, this is disrespectful of my time and yours." He waves his hand over the counter. Both palms come back to press into the stone. Emma's brown eyes squint harder. She stalks across the kitchen, hip checking him out of the way and working her microfiber cloth over where his palm prints were.

"Disrespect…” She trails off with an eye roll.” This! This is disrespectful." She snips back, rubbing extra hard until the towel squeaks across the granite. "Standing here watching me clean then ruining it within one second." 

Their hostile energy burns between them, reminding Timo of how defiant and righteous his wife can be. He loves her. Obsessed with her passion and drive. They're two of the qualities that make her so attractive to him. But right now, they're the two things that are going to get her bent over this counter to ruin it further.

Retreat, his eyes say to her.

Fuck you, her eyes flare back to him.

Fine.

But fuck her too then.

Timo closes the distance between them, pinning Emma's hips to the counter as he crowds over her. Emma has to tilt her head almost all the way back to maintain her fierce, defiant eye contact. God, he fucking loves when she looks like this. Angry, sexy, and his for the taming. 

As he towers over her, little submissive features being to simmer beneath the surface. Her grip on the towel loosens so Timo can take it from her. He tosses it over his shoulder as her lips part slightly with a silent moan. Then her brown eyes begin to shift away from angry to guilty and wide. There she is, his little lamb.

Over the years, Timo has learned it’s fake. Her way of worming out of punishment. It worked with her parents and her brother and her other lovers. 

But that’s why none of them are her husband. Because Emma doesn’t want to escape this type of punishment. She wants to be put back into her place beside him as an equal partner. Shes clobbered over him in her forceful independent way. Now it’s time for him to remind her she belongs hand in hand with him.

“Em.” He begins with a low, condescending tone. “There is no need to piss me off like this for attention.” He threads his fingers gently through her hair at first then he wraps the strands around his fist and pulls. She arches, pupils and lips blowing wide. “I’ll fuck you hard without all this drama.” 

He forces her to turn then uses his fist in her hair to press her cheek against the stone. 

“But thanks for cleaning our spot off, baby.” 

Emma whimpers, clawing her fresh, expensive manicure over the marble. Timo fists the top of her leggings then drags them down to her knees. Her panties go with leaving her to shiver at the cool air intruding on her heat.

Timo works his fingers out of her hair, then smoothes a palm down her clothed back. He gets his hands around her waist then pushes her t-shirt over her head. He loves the view. Her stretched out before him, ready and whimpering. Hurriedly undressed like it used to be.

Timo keeps a solid hand on one hip then brings his other to his mouth. He licks his fingers before rushing them through her slit. His finger tips oval roughly over her clit, savoring the way her body wiggles and reacts to his touch. She’s needy for him. Probably has been since she came home from lunch. He steps back, admiring the view before slapping her ass hard enough for her to grunt at the force.

“You were right. I do see a difference in the stone.” He chuckles. “Looks so good as the backdrop to your wet pussy.” 

“Dick.” She mutters into her folded arms. He grins wickedly as he unties the string of his designer joggers. 

“Gonna make you beg for that comment.” 

“You would have anyway.” Emma snidely responds. “Cause you’re a cocky ass.”

“Filthy mouth, Mrs. Meier.” 

“Shut it then.” She demands. 

“Baby?” Timo softens for a moment.

“Hm?” 

“You know I love you?” 

“Mhm.” She murmurs back sweetly, preening over her shoulder at him. 

“Good. Cause it’s about to seem questionable.”

The smile that stretches across Emma’s face is sexy as hell. 

Fuck does he love his woman.

But right now, he’s gotta fuck her like he hates her. For both of them. 

It’s punishing. Loud. Outrageous considering their son is a few rooms down. The depth and pumps are long, deep and excruciatingly fast. Timo swears Emma’s breasts make permanent sliding indents into the counter below them with how hard he jerks her around during each stroke. His girl takes her punishment with unrelenting ease.

She punishes him too with scratches on his forearms and cheeky demands to go harder until her voice leaves her completely.

“That’s right, baby. Lose control.” He grits to her needy form, feeling those first flutters around his cock.

Emma inhales and exhales heavily, jiggling around under his grip until he pins her hips again with his. Timo’s strong body, built for power and endurance, completely gains control over hers. He releases her hip with one hand, locking their fingers together, giving her the option to tap out by tugging his ring finger.

She doesn’t. She grips his fingers hard with hers than moans out an unhinged, feminine squeak as she comes. Timo imagines this is what heaven is like. Her hard pulses drive his hips harder and deeper through her orgasm, chasing his own just as fast. He stops for a beats needing to adjust her feet more apart then continues his frantic fucks. That beat was enough for the coil to tighten inside Emma again, only for it to snap away immediately.

“Oh! Mmmm, ohmygod.” Emma cries into the counter as she comes again, surprising them both.

“Fuck.” Timo chokes as another hard pulse of her grips his cock, forcing his release to spurt along her walls. “Holy. Damn.” He groans, running his palm over her as as he finish off with steady pumps. His vision blurs, making his eyes close in relief as his shoulders slump back into a relaxed position.

Timo pulls back, looking down at how Emma stretches along the counter. He gives her ass another rub then slaps it hard making her squeeze his sensitive cock. He hisses through his teeth, unsure if that was intentional or not.

“Give a shit about how I clean the counter now?” He asks as he pulls out. His white cum dribbles down her inner thigh, giving him a show he could watch the rest of the day. He’d love to watch it all slide out to then fill her right back up in the evening.

But time is not on their side.

Emma arches up lazily, stretching her arms above her head. Timo puts his hands on her sides, crawling his fingers up her stomach to the pointed peaks of her nipples. He teases there briefly, enjoying her ass pressing into his softening cock. Below her, the sunlight shines on the distinct impressions of her tits on the counter.

“Nope.” She finally responds when Timo wraps a hand around her neck, holding her softly, thumb stroking over the column of her throat.

He catches her head on his shoulder then softens his grip more to allow her face to turn towards his. Her eyes are drunk from her intense orgasms, slow blinks making her look ready for a nap too.

“See what you did to your clean counter?” He nods towards her gorgeous breast prints. They’re so pretty; he isn’t going to let her clean them off.

“Yeah. Just for you, T. Wanted to be a good, little wife for you.”

Timo smirks at her playful purring. She is such a fucking brat still. He has no power or control over her. Truthfully, he doesn’t want it either.

He likes his girl happy and carefree.

Especially with his ring surrounding her pretty little finger.

Read more Timo and Emma here.

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Sending in a boy and a word:

Timo Meier + sinful.

Do your worst bby 😘

2.5k celly | warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), timo being really good at talking shit (dirty talk), timo has great hands, fem reader

"you look fuckin' sinful in this dress," he mumbles against the crook of your neck, his hands roaming over the silhouette of your body in the red silk dress you chose. he makes heavy, intense eye contact with you through the mirror.

with one arm he dips down as low as he can, pulling the dress up your skin slowly. you take in a deep breath as he gets closer and closer to your hips. bunching the dress, leaving creases in the expensive material, with one hand he holds it up right above your belly button and with his other hand he slowly slips it inside your lace thong.

"wanna watch?" you eagerly nod your head and he grins. his middle finger circles your clit slowly, "could eat you alive baby," he nips at your neck as he tucks his hand further into your core. the palm of his hand firmly pressing against your clit while his fingers test your entrance.

"you drive me crazy." timo's voice is drenched in lust as he feels himself grow hard pressing it against your thighs. you lean your head back on his shoulder when he dips his finger inside you and picks up the pace. he grins and begins to press his palm harder against your sensitive bud going in a semi circle motion. "you're so wet, all night yeah? thinkin about me? about this?"

you moan in response as sinful words leave his mouth. with his other hand he drags the dress up even further and pulling at your straps to expose your breasts. skillfully timo stretches dorm to suck on one of your tits while intentionally massaging your cunt to get you to crumble in his grip with your orgasm.

"cum on me baby," he mumbles while kissing up your body, "fuckin soak my hand like you know how," he goes back to making eye contact with you through the mirror. both of you are in such a haze that you can't even think straight, all you can think about is sex.

you clench your legs around timo's hand but it only edges him on. moaning in his ear, leaning over and taking his earlobe in his teeth you moan through gritted teeth, arching your back and your eyes falling back into your head. "fuck babygirl that's it, get my hand sticky please," he works you through your orgasm while he sucked on your sensitive nipple to get you crashing over him.

he felt you soak his hand, sinking to your knees and feeling him go right with you. timo's got you laying on your back on the plush bath mat, your dress bunched up around your rib cage, panties at your knees and timo kneeling over you as he licked everything you gave him off his hand.

"round 2?"

[hd-junglebook]

My Sunshine

Prologue (short and sweet just how I like em)

Warnings - brief mentions of sex, mention of plan b pills, toxic relationship, pregnancy

a:n I feel like the chapter I posted for jack was too rushed, so I rewrote the entire thing. I hope you enjoy this one even more because I enjoyed writing the parts for it.

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Summary: After Jason suddenly declares he no longer wants to have a baby with her, despite their previous plans, Y/N finally leaves the hell that is her home and seeks the one thing that could give her answers. After agonizing over the decision, Y/N takes the tests spiraling over the results.

Word Count ~ 2054

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Y/N collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving and her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Adrenaline still coursed through her veins as she reached out for Jason, desperately seeking the comfort of his warm embrace.

But to her dismay, he merely rolled over, his back facing her. The deafening silence that followed was oppressive, broken only by their labored breathing.

"Hey," she broached softly, a tremor in her voice. "What's wrong?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She propped herself up on her elbow, studying Jason's tense profile in the dim light of the bedroom as she gently rubbed his back, trying to offer whatever comfort she could.

He grumbled something unintelligible, his jaw clenched tight, his body rigid and unyielding.

"What did you say?" Y/N pressed, a sense of unease and dread creeping into her chest, tightening around her heart.

"I said," Jason repeated, his voice cold and detached, "I don't want to have a baby with you anymore."

Y/N's heart stopped, her breath catching in her throat as a wave of disbelief and heartbreak washed over her. In the muted glow of the bedroom, Y/N's world shattered like fragile glass. Her body, still throbbing and tingling from their intimate encounter, now grew cold and numb.

Jason sat up, his expression hard and unyielding as he turned to face Y/N. "You heard me. I don't want a baby. We try and try to conceive this...this thing ," he said, his voice dripping with disdain, "but it hasn't worked. I'm tired of trying. I've had my fill of you for the last five months."

Y/N felt as if she had been slapped, the words striking her like a physical blow. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest, her mind reeling from the devastating revelation.

"But we talked about this," she argued, her voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and hurt. "We agreed that we were ready, that we wanted to start a family. You said you were gonna marry me! How can you say you've had your fill of the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with?"

Jason scoffed, rolling his eyes dismissively. "Well, I changed my mind. And it's not like you have much of a say in the matter, anyway," he sneered.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, anger flaring hot and fierce in her veins. "Excuse me?" she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. How dare he treat her as if she had no say in the matter - this was their future, their dream, their child they were discussing.

"You heard me," Jason repeated, his tone mocking and callous. "It's my decision, too. And I've decided that I don't want a kid tying me down." He turned away, his broad shoulders rigid with finality, leaving Y/N feeling utterly betrayed and alone.

Without another word, Y/N rose from the bed, her movements stiff and mechanical as she gathered her discarded clothes. She stalked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her with a resounding bang that reverberated through the tense silence.

Leaning heavily against the sink, she braced her trembling hands on the cool porcelain as hot, angry tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.

With a shaking hand, she turned on the shower, the scalding spray pounding against her skin as she stepped under it, scrubbing furiously.

She tried in vain to wash away the lingering feeling of Jason's touch, the essence of their intimate encounter seeping onto her thighs. The water cascaded down her body, but it offered no solace, no relief from the anguish consuming her.

Desperate, Y/N rummaged through the cabinets, her movements frantic as she pushed aside bottles of shampoo and tubes of toothpaste, searching for the small foil packet that held her last hope. But as she tore through the cluttered shelves, her heart sank, a fresh wave of panic crashing over her.

The pill was gone.

"No, no, no," she choked out, her voice breaking with anguish. "Fuck!" she cried, slamming her fist against the unyielding tile wall.

The impact sent a jolt of pain through her hand, but she barely registered it, consumed by the overwhelming fear of being trapped - tethered to a man who no longer loved her, who didn't want the life they had so carefully planned together.

The bathroom descended into chaos as Y/N's desperation reached a fever pitch. She swept her arm across the counter, sending bottles and jars crashing to the floor, the sound of shattering glass mingling with her anguished sobs.

Tearing open drawers, she flung their contents aside, heedless of the mess she was creating. In her frantic search, she upended the trash can, the contents spilling out across the tile.

Y/N's world was crashing down around her, and she felt powerless to stop it. She sank to the floor, curling in on herself as the full weight of her devastation overwhelmed her. Clutching her knees to her chest, she wept bitterly, her heart shattering into a million irreparable pieces.

…

The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow on the nearly empty shelves of the CVS. Y/N stood in the middle of the aisle, her eyes darting back and forth between the rows of cardboard boxes, her heart pounding in her chest.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerators and the static of the TV mounted on the wall.

Beside her, Heather shifted from foot to foot, her impatience growing with each passing second. The tapping of her foot against the linoleum floor echoed through the store, grating on Y/N's already frayed nerves.

"Could you stop tapping and put that pea brain of yours to use?" Y/N snapped, her voice cutting through the stillness like a knife. The harsh words escaped her lips before she could even register them, her nerves completely frayed.

Heather shot her a sideways glance, her lips pressed into a thin line. She reached out and grabbed a box from the shelf, shoving it into Y/N's hands.

"This looks fine, Y/N," she said, her tone clipped and laced with a hint of irritation. "You've read every box back to front. I think you should just choose one."

Y/N stared down at the box in her hands, her mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. She knew Heather was right, but choosing a box made the situation feel too real – this box held the answer to the rest of her life. The weight of the decision felt crushing, and she couldn't help but feel utterly alone in this moment, despite Heather's presence.

Swallowing thickly, Y/N ran her fingers over the cardboard, tracing the words printed on the packaging. Every fiber of her being wanted to tear the box open, to find the answers that would dictate her future. But the fear of what those answers might be paralyzed her, leaving her frozen in place, the box trembling in her shaking hands.

"Screw it," Y/N muttered under her breath, her resolve hardening. She grabbed four more boxes from the shelf, the cardboard containers feeling heavy in her hands.

Without another moment's hesitation, she turned to walk away, but something made her pause. With a sigh of frustration, she spun back around and snatched one more box, just for good measure.

Heather let out a surprised laugh, shaking her head in disbelief at Y/N's sudden burst of decisiveness. "Alright, that's more like it," she murmured, offering her friend an encouraging smile, despite the gravity of the situation.

She wandered over to the fridges and grabbed a 2-liter bottle of soda before meeting Y/N at the checkout counter.

They plopped their items down in front of the cashier, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and a bored expression on his face. He glanced up at them, his eyes widening as he took in the array of pregnancy tests and the massive bottle of soda.

The cashier's voice cut through the tense silence as he spoke up, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Having trouble deciding, ladies?"

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up, suddenly self-conscious under the man's curious gaze. She opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat, leaving her uncharacteristically flustered.

Thankfully, Heather jumped in, offering the cashier a polite smile. "Oh, you know how it is," she said, her tone light and diplomatic. "Gotta make sure we get the right ones, you know?"

The cashier nodded, his expression understanding as he scanned their items and bagged them up. "That'll be $32.50," he said, adding the final box to the pile.

Y/N silently handed over the cash, her heart pounding in her chest. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The cashier gave her a sympathetic nod, his eyes twinkling with a hint of empathy that made Y/N's stomach twist.

With the transaction complete, they turned and walked out of the CVS, the automatic doors sliding shut behind them with a soft whoosh. The night air was cool and crisp, a welcome relief from the stuffy interior of the store.

Y/N took a deep breath, savoring the sensation of the fresh air filling her lungs as she gripped the bag containing the pregnancy tests, the weight of it heavy in her hand.

She looked over at Heather, who gave her a reassuring smile. "Ready?" her friend asked, her voice soft and laced with concern.

Y/N steeled herself, squaring her shoulders as she met Heather's gaze. "not at all," she replied. With a deep breath, she began walking towards her car, Heather by her side.

…

Y/N sat on the cold tile floor of her bathroom, her knees drawn up to her chest and her heart racing. She had lined up all eleven pregnancy tests on the edge of the bathtub, each one turned face down, waiting for the results that would change her life forever.

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, each second feeling like an eternity. Y/N's mind raced with a million different scenarios, each one more terrifying than the last. What would she do if the tests were positive? How would she tell Jason? Would he even care?

Suddenly, Heather's voice rang out from the other side of the door, startling Y/N from her thoughts.

"Time!" she shouted, her voice muffled by the thick wood.

Y/N inhaled deeply, trying to calm her frayed nerves. She slowly lifted her head from her lap, her muscles aching from sitting in the same position for so long. Using the sink for support, she pulled herself to her feet, her knees suddenly weak and shaky.

With trembling hands, Y/N reached out and flipped over the first test, her heart pounding in her chest. A bold, unmistakable pink plus sign stared back at her, and she felt her heart skip a beat, her breath catching in her throat.

Hands shaking, she moved down the line, flipping over each test one by one. Plus sign after plus sign greeted her, until all eleven tests lay face up on the bathtub, their results crystal clear.

Y/N hiccupped, her hand flying to her mouth as a tear slipped down her cheek. She was pregnant. There was no denying it now - the evidence was right there in front of her, etched in pink and white plastic.

The reality of the situation crashed over her like a tidal wave, and she felt her legs give out from under her as she sank back down to the floor.

Sobs wracked her body, her anguish palpable as she grappled with the devastating truth. She was going to be a mother, and the father of her child was a man who no longer wanted her.

Heather's voice called out again, this time softer and more concerned. "Y/N? Are you okay in there?"

Y/N tried to respond, but the words stuck in her throat, choked by the lump of emotion that had settled there. She heard the doorknob rattle, and then Heather was there, kneeling beside her on the floor and wrapping her in a tight, comforting embrace.

"Oh, honey," Heather murmured, stroking Y/N's hair as she cried. "It's going to be okay. We'll figure this out together, I promise." Heather's voice was soothing, a balm to Y/N's shattered nerves, and she clung to her friend arms.

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ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ. NHL MASTERLIST !

♡ fluff ✪ angst ✧ suggestive

𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬

⇨ trevor zegras¹¹

soft launch ♡ instagram!au | y/n soft launches her and trev's relationship. |

friends (with benefits) ✪♡✧ | trevor had always hated your guts. you never knew what for, maybe it was your close friendship with his best friend, or maybe it was because he was jealous of you. that was until, he kissed you, of course. |

sloppy kisses ✧ | request: "CONSENSUAL recording with Trevor because they’re long distance? 🩶 " |

⇨ jamie drysdale⁶

butterflies ♡ | no one has ever made you feel the way jamie did. every day, jamie convinces you more and more that he loves you in different ways. |

𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐬𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐡 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬

⇨ sidney crosby⁸⁷

ice queen & her hockey player 19k words

controversially young gf (series) one, two, three

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬

⇨ adam fantilli¹¹

lets compare hands! ✧ | adam fantilli with a size kink |

⇨ kent johnson⁹¹

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬

⇨ jack hughes⁸⁶

everyone wants you, but i don't like a gold rush ✪✧ | y/n had always been in love with jack since she was a kid, but he had always chosen everyone else but her. |

in losing grip, on sinking ships, you showed up just in time ♡ | when you and jack had parted ways, somehow you both knew you'd meet again somehow. |

⇨ luke hughes⁴³

betty ✪ | a small incident at luke's draft party causes a whole lot of drama you never expected to happen. |

worst (best) first "date" [requested] ♡ | request: kind of have a specific request 🫣 im an ohio state fan so it also kinda pains me that i love luke hughes since i hate umich 😭 my request is reader being an osu student and long term devils fan, so when she goes to a devils game in columbus her friends dare her to make a sign for luke during warm ups that says something along the lines of “can i trade you a hat for a puck?” so when luke gives her a puck, she throws him an ohio state hat w her phone number on it. and he finds it really funny and actually ends up messaging her (and then you can end it how you want. fluff, smut, wtv) thank you <33 |

stress reduction [requested] ✧ | request: "shower s-x with luke hughes help" |

tightling ♡ request: "luke hughes + reader doing tiktok couple trends??" part two, part three?

sick ♡

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olive theory ♡ | you and nico have only been dating for 6 months but both of you are convinced you've found the one, and a certain theory proves you right. |

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬

⇨ quinn hughes⁴³

you are in love ♡ | 3 times that quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the 1 time he finally did. |

cowboy like me ✪ | you and quinn were destined to fail from the beginning. |

the big C [requested] ✧ | "quinn hughes x equipment manager reader smut? maybe it’s the start of the season so the reader is helping him get all his gear fitted and situated and she’s calling him “cap” and “captain” and he ends up feeling some type of way"

cocky ♡ summary | omg could you pls do quinn hughes + couple tiktok trends <3

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬

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[sc0tters]

Favourited Fantasies | Nico Hischier & Timo Meier

summary: when your boyfriend learns about your sexual fantasies, it's only right that he helps you explore it right?

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, threesome, oral (f & m recieving!), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it!), self masturbation? swearing.

word count: 6.58k

authors note: this is the first time I’ve written these two in a threesome pairing and it feels so good to be back into them and to return to the threesomes with something new! I also don’t think we’ve ever done a threesome when there has been an established relationship within it too. let’s all take a moment to acknowledge that if we didn’t have @sweethischier involved in this it would have come out in like months from now (you think I’m lying, I am not) because I had zero clue what to do with the concept of two Swiss kings!

He was your perfect little secret. 

Nico had been the man you called your boyfriend for the last four months now and you swore that everyday made him just a little more perfect. The only problem? Both your younger brothers were his teammates. And Jack especially, would have killed you both if he found out that lover boy on your phone was in fact his captain. 

Even as Jack warned all the players that you were off limits before they met you, those all seemed to leave Nico’s ears the moment he met you.

The sounds of cheers echoed throughout the prudential as the boys beat the Rangers “this is who I was telling you guys about.” Jack explained pulling your arm in their direction so that you could meet his friends “hi.” Your voice was quiet as you sent them a wave. 

Nico and Timo both looked at you, almost surprised that you looked that good. They knew it was weird but you immediately a sight for sore eyes as they forgot that it was your brother who stood between you and them “hey.” It was Nico who responded first and you felt like such a love-sick puppy afterwards. 

But luckily for you, that night, Nico got your Instagram handle from Jack and it seemed the two of you hadn’t looked back since. 

What Jack didn’t know was how all those nights you spent cancelling or trying to reschedule dinner with your brothers, you had actually been sipping a glass of wine as you spoke to his captain. Nico loved making you dinner as he not only got to spend time with you but he also got to finally not be eating his dinner alone. 

Nico smiled as you let out a laugh as the captain recounted the story of how he had walked in on Jack and his girlfriend on the couch “oh god don’t tell me you’re going to say what I think you will!” Your hand covered your mouth while your eyes went wide “it was even worse.” A groan left your lips as Nico nodded, knowing that it was an event that would forever be engrained in his brain, unfortunately. 

You ran your fingers through your hair as you looked at your watch “it’s getting late neeks.” You sighed, sipping the last bit of your wine “I told you next time I am cooking for you.” It was a promise you had given him last week when he cooked for you. 

It made him shake his head “like getting to cook for you.” His confession made your cheeks warm as he grabbed the plates from the table “then you should let me do the dishes.” You tried to stop him as he shook his head. 

He motioned to the bottle of wine that sat on the table “then why don’t you bring that with and we can make it a team effort.” You decided to accept his proposal “and whilst you’re at it why don’t you take the guest room here?” He added walking into the kitchen. 

The last thing that Nico wanted was for you end up in the back of an uber late at night and all alone “its not necessary.” Your words made Nico turn and give you the same stern look Ellen used to send you when she wanted you to accept what you were saying “I don’t want to inconvenience you.” The confession made his heartbreak as he placed the plates by the sink. 

His fingers pushed through his hair “I wouldn’t offer it if I wasn’t ready to give it to you.” He held his hand out for you to grab “and besides I like having you around.” The words made you smile as he hugged you. 

The warmth of his body made you melt in his touch “how much is that?” You teased looking up at him as he laugh “like so much.” More than you could have ever realised in that moment. 

Nico opted to finally tell you the truth, though. He was so beyond smitten with you that every time he saw you in the crowd, Nico liked to wish that you were there for him. Sometimes he did want to scream from the rooftops, but he knew that he would have been screwed if you didn’t feel the same way because he’d lose you and Jack for not listening about staying away. 

It was a rainy day in New Jersey as you stared out of the living room when there was a knock at the door “Nico?” You asked as you saw him burst through the door “are the boys here?” His question caught you off guard as you shook your head. 

You took a moment to acknowledge how the rain soaked his hair and shirt “we should get you out of these.” Your voice was soft as you got up with your arms crossed “i-i need to get something off of my chest first.” Nico raised his hand up to stop you. 

Nico was clearly nervous, which made you listen opting to halt your walk where you were “you can tell me anything Neeks.” You dropped your arms hoping he’d talk “I am in love.” The words made your heartbreak. You had been calling your mom to tell her all about how Nico made you feel, so to learn that he wanted someone else was the absolute punch in the gut that made you feel as if the air was forced out of you.

He pursed his lips together “and it makes me feel so sick because I can’t think about anything else but it.” His eyes scanned your face as he hoped that he could get something out of you that gave him the green light “what am I meant to do about this?” You didn’t mean to sound bad but you were genuinely confused about how it made him so anxious. 

At that moment he shut his eyes and let out a deep breath that he didn’t even know he was holding “I am in love with you.” The words made you feel light “and I know you might not feel the same way so for that I am so sorry.” Nico rambled on as you walked closer to him. 

You grabbed his hands “but I can’t even sleep some nights knowing that you aren’t mine.” His words made you smile “Neeks.” Your voice was soft “so I guess that I needed to just tell you this.” His lips began to tremble “Nico.” You repeated your words, trying to be a little louder this time.

But that did nothing “you just make me feel so-“”Nico!” You yelled cutting him off as he finally shut up. 

He looked at you now realising that you were that close to him “I love you, you idiot.” You laughed as you shook your head “really?” He asked thinking this was some joked as you pushed yourself onto your tippy toes to kiss him “really.” 

This was a secret that you had both grown to love, you occasionally do feel the strands of jealousy when girls flirt with Nico, but he was good at making sure the moment you were behind closed doors you knew he was yours. But what Nico didn’t expect was that he’d ever have to feel that level of jealousy, from a teammate no less.

It was the day of the family skate and as everyone’s kids were on the ice, Nico couldn’t help but stare at you as you talked with the young girls “can’t believe that she is Jack’s sister.” Timo sighed as he skated up to Nico, keeping his voice quiet “I mean she is like really pretty and nice and single.” He added on making Nico begin to process what had just been said. Nico finally coughed as he panicked, thinking that Timo knew about them “well we could never go for her.” Nico coughed rubbing the back of his neck as Timo nodded “trust me I know.” Timo sighed letting his eyes remain on you. 

Nico had forgotten about that conversation, or at least he really did until he started to wonder what it would be like to share you with someone. If Nico was nervous about asking you out then he was absolutely shitting it at the thought of you saying no, and possibly even breaking up with him over it. 

You had been struggling to fall asleep as burning thoughts caused chaos in your mind “what is your biggest sexual fantasy?” The question escaped from your lips as Nico turned around to see you staring at the ceiling “why?” He asked as he cocked his head propping himself up on his pillow. 

You turned to look at him “was just thinking about it?” Your confession made your cheeks feel warm “maybe sex at the Prudential?” He trailed off not entirely sure which one he would pick “you?”

It was only fair that you told him yours as well as he had now been honest with you “a threesome.” The words brushed past your lips as Nico ran his fingers over your cheek “am I now not enough?” He teased making you almost jump out of your bed. 

“Nonono.” You shook your head as he laughed making you realise that he was kidding “I just think it could be really hot being like shared y’know?” You asked as he nodded. Nico kissed your cheek as he pulled you closer to you “you want to tell me what else you’d want?” He asked rubbing a circle with his thumb against your thigh.

Things had remained calm for months, you and Nico were getting ready to start thinking about letting the people around you know about what had been going on between the two of you. Nico watched as Timo got more comfortable around you and Nico was curious if you even knew about what the boy had been doing. The captain swore that his teammate had caught you both but if he had then surely someone else would have right? 

You were doing your skincare when Nico walked out of the bathroom “schatz can I ask you something?” He asked, crouching down to be at your level “of course baby.” You nodded, shutting out your jewellery box as you took your watch off. 

Nico pressed a kiss on your forehead “remember when you said you wanted a threesome?” His words made you confused as you sceptically nodded along “if I made you mad then really forget about it because-” Nico cut you off as he pecked your lips. 

It made you wait wanting to hear what it was that he would say to you “I wanted to know if you had anyone in mind for it.” The words lingered in your mind as you sucked at your teeth, you shook your head as your thighs clenched “promise you won’t be mad?” You asked as you watched him pull you up so that he could hold your hands. 

Nico smiled almost amused by your concern “wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t want to know liebling.” His words were like a comforting blanket that wrapped around you “it’s Timo.” You announced it as if you were ashamed letting your head look to the ground. 

A laugh echoed from Nico’s lips as he wanted to tell you all about how Timo thought you were cute “you like him?” The captain teased as you shook your head “I just think that he would fit into us pretty well.” It made Nico nod as he began to think about it. 

Maybe it was the fact that Nico certainly got off on roadies at the thought of you being his, but there was something about getting to watch someone else pleasure you that made him squirm “besides he already takes orders from you.” Your words made his cock strain against his shorts. 

There was an amused smirk on your face as you heard him grunt “you like giving orders?” You teased him as you ran your fingers over his cheek “want to see just how much I do?” Nico didn’t wait to pick you up as your legs wrapped around his waist.  

Your laughter could be heard from the room as you were sure you’d be up until the early hours of the morning, and boy were you right. 

It had been weeks since that night had gone down and you seemed to honestly forget about the conversation. Nico had been on a long roadie and had spent most afternoons praising you. 

Which was why when he came home randomly you really weren’t all too surprised “you’re such a pretty girl.” Nico cooed as he kissed up the inside of your thigh “fuck.” You gasped bringing your hands up to cup your breasts as his eyes stared into yours. 

His hand ran along your thigh “missed this cunt when I was away.” His fingers dropped down to your cunt, letting his thumb circle your clit “please neeks.” You begged, driving your heels into his back. 

Nico smirked softly kissing down your thigh as he stopped just above your cunt “please what?” He taunted you, clicking his tongue when you stayed quiet “just want you to fuck me.” You whined clenching your cunt around nothing. 

It was as if you were accepting some level of defeat when he pressed his thumb harder into your cunt “if you want to be my good girl then you should be asking me nicely.” His lips formed a pout as he rested his head against your thigh. 

Your lips formed a pout “please just make me feel good.” You pleaded stretching your legs out “I just wanna cum!” You drove your hips further into his hand as he instead pulled his hands away. 

Nico scoffed as you let out a whine “relax baby I just want to comfortable.” He explained, readjusting himself as he wrapped his arms around your legs. 

Your eyes didn’t leave his as you watched him build up saliva in his mouth that he then used to help wet your cunt. You whimpered watching it leave his mouth as it oozed onto your cunt “such a pretty girl.” Nico pressed a soft kiss against your clit, making you feel like the air was sucked out of the room in the process. 

Hands were quick to grip at his hair as he licked a stripe up your slit “such a sweet cunt too.” Nico moaned, letting his voice send shivers through your body “just like that.” Your thighs tried to push against his head as he sucked at your clit. 

When Nico asked Timo to come over earlier that morning during practice, Timo really wasn’t surprised. Not because he had a feeling you were going to be on your bed, being treated like his captain’s last meal. But rather because it was Wednesday, and Wednesday at home was for them to hang out.

The older boy reread the message telling him that he could just come inside when he arrived. His first red flag should have been the lack of anyone in the living room and the kitchen. But still Timo continued to look for Nico which when he finally heard the sounds of moans from Nico’s room it was all too late. 

With the door half open he saw everything. And there you lay naked and getting your cunt eaten out by his captain. Timo should have felt guilty for watching but it almost felt like his very own private show. 

And who was he to deny how sweet the sounds were as they escaped from your lips? But what he forgot was that if you aren’t quiwt you will get yourself caught.

Your moan had changed tones as Nico thrusted another finger into your cunt “Neeks.” You gasped, letting your eyes lock on Timo’s “yeah baby?” Nico asked finally looking in the direction that your eyes were. 

When he saw Timo it seemed like the older boy finally processed what was going on “shit I am-“ Timo went to apologise but he was cut off when Nico raised his free hand, motioning to his teammate to stop talking. 

Nico looked back at you “Timo had been telling me that you were pretty.” Nico’s words made you bite your lip as you clenched around his fingers at the thought “so why don’t you tell him Schatz about what you think?” He urged you to talk as he let his tongue swirl around your clit. 

You almost jumped at the stimulation “wanted to be shared.” Your cheeks were red as your hands gripped at the sheets beneath you “with?” You could barely hear Nico’s words as he didn’t bother to lift his mouth to speak.

Timo swore he was so close to feeling his jeans burst at the zip as his cock grew hard “you Timo.” Your eyes screwed shut, swearing you were close as Nico replaced his tongue with his thumb so that he could join the conversation “why don’t you come in here so you can see her properly?” Nico motioned to Timo to finally walk into the room.

But as the boy stood there Nico knew he needed to give Timo some encouragement to move “starting to look like he doesn’t want you doll.” Nico’s words made your lips form a pout. 

Timo was quick to shake his head “I do want you!” His voice was loud as he placed his hand on the door pushing it open to let himself in. It was the first time you properly saw the way his cock was strained against his jeans “fuck.” Your head fell onto your pillow as you felt your legs begin to shake “you see how close she is?” Nico asked as he softly nibbled at the skin on your thigh. 

You were a sight for sore eyes as Timo nodded “why don’t you come sit on this side of her?” Nico motioned to the other side of your bed “she loves cumming as she gets her tits teased.” The vulgerness of Nico’s words made you whine as your eyes never left Timo’s when he walked around. 

His eyes seemed to silently ask for permission to join you on the bed, to which you nodded “think you should give him a kiss pretty girl.” Nico cooed almost egging you on as he finally went back to sucking on your neglected clit. 

Timo watched you bite your lip as you used all of your strength to prop yourself up “hi.” His voice was soft as you let your lips clash with his. You moaned as his hand travelled down to your boobs, letting your nipple roll between his fingers as he turned it into a hard pebble. 

Nico watched on as he let his tongue fuck your cunt, occasionally coming back up to your clit. He was almost surprised that he didn’t feel jealous, in fact, Timo actually thought that the whole scenario was pretty hot. Occasionally he would grind his hips into the bed as he watched Timo start leaving a trail of sloppy kisses against your jaw “close-so close.” It was encouragement for Nico to increase his pace as Timo let his hand move to the other boob that had yet to be touched. 

The room felt hot as you collapsed onto the bed “I fuck please.” You begged as Nico let his lips pull away from your clit with a pop “you think that she has been good enough to cum?” He asked his teammate who turned to look at your face which was full of desperation. 

Timo nodded as he pecked your lips “looks like shes gonna beg soon.” There was a softness to him as he began to kiss you again. Nico nodded going back down to suck and kiss at your clit knowing that it would be what would push you over the edge. 

Sure Nico had played with your tits once or twice when he ate you out, but having that combined with another guy kissing you, you thought you were in a state of pure bliss. Timo’s mouth swallowed your moans as he continued to tease your nipples. Your legs shook against the sides of Nicos head as he didn’t stop his movements and actions until you had coated his tongue with your release “please.” You whimpered pulling away from Timo as Nico let his lips move from your cunt. 

He smirked at the sight in front of him “don’t tell me you’re already fucked out schatz.” Nico got up as he watched your chest heave “need a second.” You pleaded making him laugh.

You blew a raspberry into the air as you send him a nod, signalling to your boyfriend that you were ready “you seen how Timo feels about you?” The captain cooed as his eyes locked on the tent that had formed in his teammates jeans “you can’t blame me for this when she looks like this.” Timo’s words made you smile. 

Your thighs pushed together as you squirmed hearing his words “so why don’t you show him how happy you are now that he’s here?” Nico asked as he leaned forward to kiss you “show him how good you are with that mouth of yours.” He added as you let out a moan. 

You had noticed how they looked at each other “how come I’m the only one naked?” You whined as your lips formed a pout “take his top off if you want that to change.” Nico ordered, making you nod. 

Timo watched as you crawled towards him “you wanna let me take your shirt off?” You asked as he nodded “of course.” He smiled as your fingers brushed along his torso. 

Nico watched on as you pulled the piece of fabric off “gonna let her suck your cock?” The words made Timo groan “you ever thought about me doing that?” You teased allowing your mouth to water as you stared at his chiseled chest. 

Timo felt his body shake as your nails scratched his torso “so often.” Timo whimpered when you unbuttoned his jeans “you use your hand thinking it’s my cunt?” Your lips sucked at his ear lobe as he moaned. 

The older boy felt your hand tug his cock out of his boxers “you can tell me pretty boy.” You cooed, kissing his cheek as your thumb ran over the head of his cock. Using the precum from the tip as a soft form of lube “think about your mouth a lot too.” The confession made Nico smirk as he ran his fingers over your thigh. 

He almost felt neglected until he watched you send him a smile “you like my mouth too, no?”you asked as you moved to kiss Nico. 

Timo watched on as your hand continued to rub at his cock, going up and down. The sight made him feel dirty, here he was watching his captain kiss his girlfriend whose hand was wrapped around Timo’s cock “think you should show him just how perfect it is.” Nico ran his thumb over your lower lip as you nodded. 

You looked back to Timo who had his eyes half lidded when he stared at you “let’s get you out of these.” You let your hand leave his cock which made him whimper at the loss of contact. 

Timo was quick to lift his hips as you tugged at his jeans, pulling them down to get them off “now you look so good.” You cooed crawling between his legs as you leaned down to kitten lick his cock. 

The gesture made you smirk as his hands gripped at your hair “schatz don’t go trying to tease him.” Nico would have been the first to admit that he enjoyed watching you be in control for those few minutes, but now he wanted to remind you who was really in charge “sorry neeks.” Your lips formed a pout as you turned your head around to see him getting undressed now too. 

Nico shook his head “now go treat your guest well and maybe there might be something in it for you too.” The offer was enough for you to finally play nice. 

Timo swore he was dreaming as he watched your lips swallow his cock as your lips wrapped around it “holy shit.” He grunted, feeling a pure sense of ecstasy. 

You hollowed out your cheeks as you let him help guide you to take more of him “she’s a fucking whore ain’t she?” Nico asked as his hands gripped at your hips “she’s so good at it.” Timo whined as your hand cupped his balls. 

The captain nodded as he directed his cock over your slit as he watched your cunt ooze its slickness out, he was lucky that he didn’t just go back to eating you out. The sight was out and open for him to get how he wanted it “fuck.” Your words sent shockwaves through Timo’s body as he tightened his grip on your hair. 

Nico felt his head drop back as he moaned, slowly watching his cock get swallowed by your cunt “baby keep on just getting him off so you can cum too.” Nico offered making your cunt clench around him “please just let me.” Timo nodded as he felt your throat constrict around his cock as you tilted your jaw to take more of him. 

You took his cock out of your mouth “you look so pretty like this.” You moaned going to suck at his balls as your hand rubbed his cock, your pace matching Nico’s thrusts. 

The sound of skin slapping echoed off of the walls of the room “fuck baby, is this what you wanted?” Nico asked as you nodded, letting out a whimper when your lip was caught between your lips. The captain raised his hand to slap your ass “we give you exactly what you wanted, and now you want to just keep yourself all quiet?” Nico scoffed as he shook his head “show Timo all those pretty noises that you know how to make.” Nico glared at Timo with a sense of jealousy that washed over him. It wasn’t Nico who changed his mind,  but he did want Timo to remember that you were off of the market. That you getting to fuck Timo tonight was not going to be an everyday occurrence. 

You moaned, bringing the boys attention back to you “so hot.” You moaned, letting his balls drop from your mouth with a pop “love it.” You nodded going back to suck at his cock. 

Nico began to speed up the pace of his thrusts, craving that release, “I’m close.” Timo confessed as his cock throbbed. Your mouth sucked at his cock like a straw “fuck I think she is close too.” Nico let his thumb circle your clit once more knowing that it would push you over the edge.

The older teammate grunted as he watched your eyes look up at him through your thick lashes “c’mon pretty girl.” Timo pleaded as he nodded, watching you hollow your cheeks as you massaged his balls to get him over the edge “just f’me.” He nodded thrusting his hips into your face when his eyes screwed shut.

Timo felt his chest heave as he came, letting his release spray sticky ropes down your throat “fuck please don’t stop.” He didn’t want to let this end as you finally turned your head to look back up at him as his cock fell out of your mouth “tastes so good.” You moaned, feeling his thumb slot into your mouth. 

If he thought he was done, he was already hard again. The cum that had dribbled out of your mouth was now saved by his thumb and brought back into your lips “still such a little whore.” Timo teased as he brought his hand down to cup your breast “fuck baby.” Nico moaned as your cunt throbbed around him, sending thoughts to his mind about wanting to put a baby into your belly as you took every last drop that he possibly had to offer. 

A cry left your lips as you moaned, feeling your legs begin to shake “please.” Tears formed in your eyes as Timo looked to Nico who nodded “go on sweet girl.” Nico gripped your one hip as he quickened his thumbs pace on your clit. 

Your head felt heavy as your body shook. Your eyes screwed shut as your cunt clamped down around Nico’s cock as you came. Timo pulled his thumb from your mouth so that he could hear all the little noises that escaped from your lips “feel so-” you cut yourself off with a moan as Nico continued to thrust into you, once and then a second time too. 

His release came shortly after your own “fucking hell doll.” Nico huffed as he pulled his cock out of you, watching both of your releases mixed together as it oozed out of you “can’t be having this.” The captain clicked his tongue as he scooped the release with his two fingers before he forced it back into your cunt. 

The movement made your body collapse into Timo’s body, he watched you rest your head on his chest “schatz you think you have room to handle one more?” Nico asked as he got up. 

You watched him move the single seater that sat by your side of the bed “you had enough?” You furrowed your brows, growing alarmed that he had changed his mind. 

The boy smiled turning around to lean down and kiss your lips “I am perfectly fine.” He swore hoping you knew he was serious “I just want to watch him with you.” Those words had your squirm, forcing your thighs together as you nodded. 

Nico caught the gesture as he smirked “seems like you want that to happen as well.” A wave of mischief flashed across his eyes as he made the mental note of that being something that seemed to turn you on. 

The captain knew that you loved him and that nothing would change between the two of you “have fun liebling.” He mumbled pressing another kiss on your lips before he sat down on the chair. 

His legs spread as he palmed at his cock “we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Timo’s voice almost reminded you that he was there “I want to.” You frowned turning to see his face full of uncertainty. 

You slowly crawled back to Timo so that you could kiss him “you gonna let me?” You asked making him nod as you kissed him. 

Nico watched on as your hand grazed his teammates jaw. Timo’s hands gripped at your hips “fuck.” Nico grunted, wrapping his hand around his cock as he gripped at his member rubbing his hand up and down. 

Timo pulled away from you “gonna let me fuck you?” He asked, flipping you both over when you nodded. Sure he was tired but he could see there was no way that you’d be able to fuck him properly “please Timo.” You nodded, gripped at his hair when he kissed down your neck. 

He knew you’d be ready to fuck, but still, he wanted to get a chance to worship you in between “such a pretty girl.” Timo cooed, kissing at your collarbone. The older boy sucked at your skin so that he could mark you. 

He leaned forward as he stopped, opting to look at you instead “you ready?” Timo asked rubbing the head of his cock over your slit, teasing your clit “yeah.” You whimpered as your eyes screwed shut feeling him bottom you out. 

Timo went slowly, not stopping until your hips were met with his ‘fuck.” you both whispered, taking a moment to breathe as you both took a chance to adjust to how his cock felt in your cunt “you can.” You tapped his arm looking into his eyes as you nodded, giving him the green light to start moving again. 

His hips pulled away before he slapped them back into yours, repeating that gesture once, twice, and then a third time. Each was met with a moan as he brought your legs onto his shoulders. 

Nico watched on as his cock throbbed against his palm, the way your body jolted was something he never got to savour when he was the one who was fucking you “feels so good.” You confessed turning your head to look at Nico who felt his ego get brushed as your eyes traveled to his hand. 

There was a sense of desperation in his pumps, watching you look as if your mouth was watering “you like the way his cock fucks you sweet girl?” Nico felt his stomach tense as you nodded, feeling TImo kiss the skin of your shoulder. 

Even as Nico’s cock was longer, Timo felt girthier, practically stuffing you to the brim, with your previous orgasms being used as some form of lube as he continued to fuck you “so good.” You repeated those words, bringing your hands down to cup your tits so that you could tease your nipples. 

The older boy wasn’t trying to push your boundaries as you figured that he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable “you weren’t lying that she’s perfect.” Timo groaned as skin slapping echoed against the walls making his skin feel on fire “hear that pretty girl, he thinks that you’re perfect.” Nico smirked letting his head drop back, your cunt clenched at the praise making Timo’s strength waiver.

It brought him back to life almost, reminding him each time that this wasn’t a dream and that he really was getting to fuck you “you like it when he praises you like that?” Timo sucked at your earlobe “yes.” Your head bobbed as your voice cried out.

Nico could see how you chewed at your lip “she is gonna cum soon.” Nico confessed, seeing your cues as he nodded “go play with her pretty little clit to get her over.” He added knowing that it was always the way to make you see the stars.

TImo nodded as he propped one hand up by your head and let his other drop to your clit where his thumb found a home. He circled the sensitive nub as he watched your legs begin to shake, causing him to increase his pace as he was desperate to finish with you. 

You arched your back, driving your hips into Timo so that you could reach the high you so desperately craved “fuck fuck fuck!” You chanted a slew of words as your eyes screwed shut when your cunt clenched around his cock, using the short bursts to push him over the edge. Timo dropped his head on your chest as he began to slow down his thrusts until they came to a complete stop. By the time your eyes had opened, you saw that Nico had finished in his hand, too, as you sent him a fucked out smile. It reminded him of how you would look at him if he brought you a coffee as you slept, only waking up when you heard him place the cup on your bedside table.

As Timo pulled out of your cunt his cock went limp making him moan. He watched your eyes begin to close “I’m done.” You announced, unsure that they would try to push you through another round. 

Nico’s laugh pulled your attention in his direction “you want a bath schatz?” He offered, getting a paper towel to wipe up his release that had been caught in his hand “you gonna join?” You looked at Timo who looked like a deer caught in headlights. 

A cough got caught in his throat as he shook his head “I should get going.” Timo leaned down to press a kiss against your cheek. 

What he didn’t want to do was overstay his welcome as Nico nodded “you know how to let yourself out right?” Nico’s words made you glare at him “yeah I’ll let you rest.”Timo squeezed your hand as he pulled his pants up. 

Nico sat next to you “well I’ll see you tomorrow then.” The boys had were leaving for a game the next day and they were meant to be sat next to each other on the plane. 

Timo got up as he sent you one last look “thanks for the day?” His words made you smile when you nodded “you too T.” You rested your head against Nico’s shoulder. 

The boy got to the door as you clicked your tongue “Timo?” You called out making him whip his head around as he nodded “yeah?” In that moment he swore you were going to call him back into the room. 

But when Nico kissed your cheek it felt like a bubble had been burst over his head “could you keep Nico and I dating to yourself?” You asked, Nico nodding in agreement “your secret is safe with me.” It wasn’t surprising that the two of you hadn’t told anyone, but somehow being someone who knew of the secret stung Timo’s heart. 

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ before the boy left “you have a good time?” Nico asked looking at your eyes “the best time Neeks.” You nodded watching him stand up. 

He was quick to pick you up “what are you doing?” You cocked your head, running your fingers over his shoulder “just making sure that my girl knows that I’m the one who takes care of her.” Nico’s possessiveness made you smile. 

You pressed a kiss against his cheek when he walked you into the bathroom before he kicked the door shut “as fun as it was to watch you with him and I am glad you had fun.” Nico began running the bath as his eyes never left your naked body “some things shouldn’t be shared?” You asked as he nodded, walking back over to you as he placed his hands on your cheeks. 

He was glad you understood where he was coming from “hey now not many people would let another guy fuck him to begin with.” You softly laughed as you kissed him. 

The gesture was sweet “I love you.” Nico confessed as you smiled “I don’t know how I got so lucky with you.” Your words made his heart bloom, feeling as if he was in fact the lucky one because you put up with him.

So as joy spread in the bathroom as the soft scents of rose and lavender invaded your nostrils from the bubble bath Nico poured into your bath. Timo was back in his car as he wondered why Nico was the one you picked, sure he never even knew it was a competition. 

But his body longed to be with yours, his mind craved your presence as his ears yearned for your laughter. All Timo truthfully knew was that this was going to be a long season for him if you were going to stay Nico’s. 

Before Timo could fully pick a plot though, Luke had ended up in your apartment. When Nico was there too, and that’s when your brother and everyone else learnt about the man you called yours.

Now it was going to make it a lot harder to get you into the Prudential Center quietly, because of course you needed to give Nico a chance to experience his own fantasy too.

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headcanons | timo meier

SUMMARY: boyfriend!timo

WARNINGS: some sexual content included

more boyfriend!player headcanons

✮. he loves to match clothes. hear me out on this. we all know timo has pretty good style and i feel like his heart would absolutely melt to take cute pics with you in matching outfits. whether it is just a matching color scheme or bathing suits, he’s down for it.

✮. breakfast dates with timo are a must with him. i just have a hunch that he’s a big breakfast/brunch kinda guy. he loves getting ready with you and taking you to a little cafe or restaurant. he just absolutely adores taking you out places.

✮. similarly, coffee dates? yes please. his coffee dates can go two ways: 1. you guys order coffee and some treats and stay at the cafe. you find a lil corner to bury yourselves in and just talk the rest of the day away. 2. you take home your drinks and treats and build a bundle of blankets on the couch, snuggle, and watch a good movie. + bonus points if halfway through the movie you fall asleep on him.

✮. he spoils you to no end. i mean, constantly buying to pretty things. he just wants his pretty baby to have pretty things.

✮. when he’s away on roadies you’ll often get a random package show up at your door. and it’s either a gift showing you that he’s thinking about you, or it’s high-end lingerie.

✮. continuing from this, when he does send you lingerie, he will be expecting a video chat from you. he just misses you so much and wants to see how beautiful his girl is. (his cock also misses you very much)

✮. loves to mark you up. it doesn’t even have to be necessarily sexual, he just loves the feeling when he sees the purple and red bruises he leaves on your neck and thighs. it gives him a sense of pride knowing he did that to you. also eased his possessive side.

✮. i think timo is very similar to nico when it comes to getting jealous, but i think it happens easier with timo. if he sees some guy hardcore staring at you or checking you out, he’s moving to block their view with his body. he knows that your his, so he doesn’t want any other men looking at you the way he does.

✮. timo screams “photographer boyfriend” like you guys are always taking pictures of each other wherever you go or travel. your insta pics got immensely better when you started dating timo. he also loves to take canon pictures of you when you’re not paying attention. you’re eating dinner? *snap* you’re doing some school work? *snap* you’re giving him the most mind-bending, toe-curling, coma-inducing, head of his life? *snap*

✮. he loves to take showers/baths with you. in a sexual way and a non-sexual way. he just craves that level of intimacy with you 24/7. he wants to be attached at the hip when you guys are together. taking baths with timo is one of the most relaxing things in the world. you’re leaned back against his chest while he massages and caresses every part of you that he can touch. the warm water adding the sensation. it’s heavenly.

✮. definitely recommend.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Such A Gentleman

Summary: Your new relationship with Timo had been going great, so great that it's time to heat things up.

Warnings: Sweet! Timo, New relationship, First time having sex with each other, Flirting, Touchy! Timo, Oral (on fem reader), Fingering, Slow and sweet sex, Hand holding, Protected sex (it can be done), Crying, no clue what else but this also took several days

Word Count: 3.0k

Timo and you were sitting in a cozy Italian restaurant. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, and the smell of delicious food filled the air. Timo reached across the table to take your hand in his, a loving smile on his face. "I'm so glad I get to spend time with you like this," he said. "I've really been looking forward to this date all week." You smiled back at him, feeling butterflies in your stomach. "Me too," you said. "I'm so happy to be here with you." Timo squeezed your hand gently with a smile. "You know, I've been thinking about you all day," he said. "I can't get you out of my mind."

You couldn't help but feel a warm sensation inside your chest, your heart pounding fast. "Really?" you asked, your voice steady. "What have you been thinking about?" Timo took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I've been thinking about how beautiful you are," he said with a smile. "I can't stop thinking about your laugh and how your eyes light up when you smile." You couldn't help but feel a little shy, but also flattered. "You really think I'm beautiful?" you asked, looking down at the table. Timo reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "Of course I do," he said, his tone gentle. "You're stunning." The candlelight flickered in the middle of the table, casting a warm glow over the both of you. Timo leaned in closer to you, his eyes locked on yours. "I've been meaning to ask you something," he said, his voice low and serious. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. "What is it?" you asked, curious and a little nervous. Timo took a deep breath, as if gathering his courage. "I know we've only been dating for a few months," he started. "But I feel like I've known you my whole life. I feel like you understand me in a way that no one else does. And I was wondering…" He paused, searching your face for a reaction.

Timo took a deep breath and leaned even closer to you, his eyes smoldering. "I was wondering," he repeated, his voice low and seductive. "How do you feel about taking things to the next level?" He ran his knuckles lightly down the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His hand came to rest on your collarbone, his thumb tracing a lazy circle along the curve of your shoulder. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you met his gaze, unable to tear your eyes away from his. "What do you mean by 'the next level'?" you asked, your voice hardly above a whisper. Timo's lips curled into a wicked smile, his fingers trailing down your arm to intertwine with yours. "You know exactly what I mean," he said, his voice deep and low. He lifted your hand to his mouth and placed a lingering kiss on the inside of your wrist, his tongue darting out to taste the delicate skin there. You couldn't help but shiver at the touch, your body reacting automatically to his closeness. Timo's eyes never left yours as he continued to kiss his way up your arm, his lips hot and feather-light against your skin. "I want to explore every inch of you," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want to know every secret and every pleasure you hold." Timo's lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, and he kissed his way up to your jawline before nipping at your earlobe. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you could feel the heat of his body against yours. "I want to make you feel things you've never felt before," he said, his voice little more than a growl.

Timo's eyes flicked up to the other diners at the restaurant, and he realized that he had gotten a little carried away. He pulled back slightly, his hand still on your waist. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice low and amused. "I got a little... distracted." You laughed, feeling a little aroused. "It's okay," you said, feeling a rush of giddiness. "I was distracted too." Timo gave you a sheepish smile, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hip. "We are in public, after all," he said, looking around the restaurant. "Probably shouldn't get too carried away." The waiter chose that moment to come over and refill your water glasses, interrupting the intimate moment. Timo sat back in his seat, still holding your hand under the table. "I guess we should save this for later," he said with a wink. You couldn't help but give him a sly smile in response, your heart still racing. The waiter finished refilling your water glasses and left, leaving you and Timo alone again. "Later is a good idea," you said, sipping your water to cool down. Timo chuckled, still holding your hand under the table. "You know, we could always skip desserts and go someplace else," he suggested, his eyes twinkling with mischief. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the idea. "Like where?" you asked, playing along. Timo leaned back in his chair, his thumb still tracing soothing circles on your hand. "My place," he said simply, his voice low and seductive. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the thought, your body automatically responding to his tone. "Your place, huh?" you said, trying to keep your voice casual. "And what would we do there?" Timo's lips curved into a wicked smile, his eyes locked on yours. "Oh, I have a few ideas," he said, his voice a low purr. "But it would be more fun if I showed you instead of telling you." You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of what was to come. "Then let's go," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'm suddenly not in the mood for dessert."

You and Timo sat on the couch, lost in conversation and comfortable in each other's presence, an undeniable chemistry began to heat up the room. The atmosphere began to feel thick with anticipation and Timo couldn't help but steal glances at your figure. He felt a strong desire for you, and he was sure that you could sense it too. As the night wore on, Timo couldn't resist the pull of the connection. He reached out and gently pulled you close to him. You seemed to easily return the embrace, leaning closer to him, and he could feel your breath on his neck. He traced his fingers gently over your thighs. The heat in the room continued to rise, and Timo's touch started to linger longer in certain places as he softly traced over the curves of your body. You felt a shiver of desire run through you, and your heart raced as Timo's touch sent tingles down your spine. He seemed to sense your reaction and his touch became more insistent, his hands roaming over your body, drawing you closer and closer to him. Finally, he leaned in and captured your lips in a deep and passionate kiss, his hands exploring every inch of you. As the kiss deepened, Timo's hands moved with increasing urgency, his touch becoming more possessive as he pulled you onto his lap. He couldn't resist the way you responded to him, and he gently lowered you onto the couch, his body covering yours. He moved slowly, savoring the moment, his lips trailing down your neck and over your collarbone, marking you as his own. Your breath came in ragged gasps as Timo's touch sent waves of desire through you, and you found yourself arching into him, silently begging for more.

Timo seemed to understand your silent plea and he began to undress you with an increasing sense of urgency, his lips and hands exploring every inch of exposed skin. You couldn't help but respond to his touch, your body becoming more and more responsive to him. Timo's breath was ragged as he undressed himself, his gaze locked on yours, and he leaned back over you, his body pressing against yours possessively. As you settle onto the couch, Timo's eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of desire and intensity in his gaze. He slowly starts moving towards you, his hands trailing over your body, igniting sparks of desire wherever he touches. He gently spreads your legs apart, his gaze never leaving yours as he moves between your thighs. His fingers softly trail over your skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake as he moves closer to your drooling pussy. His breathing becomes heavier, a mixture of anticipation and excitement, as he hovers over you, his hands gripping your hips as he teased you by leaving feather light kisses against your trembling thighs. Timo takes a moment to savor the sight of you, laid out before him in a state of desire and anticipation. His eyes roam over your body, taking in every curve and contour with a sense of admiration and possessiveness. He lowers his head, teasing you with soft kisses on your inner thighs, gently nipping and sucking as he slowly moves his way towards your core. His touch is soft and tender, but his intentions are clear, and you can feel your body responding to him, your breath catching in your throat as you wait for him to take you and do whatever he wants.

His lips brush against you with a teasing, gentle pressure, and you can feel his breath hot on your skin. His hands slide up your thighs, their touch firm but tender, as he continues to slowly tease you. You arch your back, unable to stay still as Timo's touch sends waves of pleasure through your body. His tongue flicks out, tasting you lightly, and you gasp at the sensation, your fingers gripping the couch beneath you. Timo's tongue traces a path from your inner thigh up to your sensitive folds, pausing to circle your clit before delving deeper. He savors your unique taste, moaning softly in approval. His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you closer, his mouth now fully engulfed in your wetness. He laps at you hungrily, his tongue swirling and probing, determined to make you come undone. One hand slides around to cup your ass, squeezing and pulling you harder against his face as he eats you out with wild abandon. He growls against your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. Timo is lost in the taste and scent of you, consumed by his desire to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. Your moans echo through the room as Timo's skilled mouth works its magic on your aching sex. The feeling of his tongue on your most intimate places is overwhelming, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. You can feel yourself getting close already, your body tensing and trembling under his relentless assault. "Oh god, Timo… don't stop," you whimper, your hips bucking involuntarily as he devours you. The rough squeeze of his hand on your ass only heightens your pleasure, and you're desperate for more. Your nails dig into the couch cushions as you grip them tightly, trying to ground yourself amidst the torrent of sensations coursing through you. With each swipe of his tongue and suckle of your clit, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm, ready to shatter completely if he keeps this up.

Timo's ears perk up at your needy whimpers, spurring him on. He doubles his efforts, sucking hard on your clit while thrusting two fingers deep inside you, curling them to hit that sweet spot within. The dual stimulation pushes you over the edge, and you scream out his name as a powerful orgasm rips through you. Your inner walls clench rhythmically around Timo's fingers as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes over you. He licks and sucks through your climax, drawing out every last tremor until you collapse back onto the couch, panting and spent. Timo crawls up your body, claiming your lips in a searing kiss, his own arousal evident as he grinds against you. "You taste incredible." You can taste yourself on his lips, a heady mix of arousal and satisfaction. As he kisses you, you can feel his hardness pressing insistently against your thigh, a reminder of just how much he wants you. Your own body responds eagerly, even as aftershocks of pleasure continue to ripple through you. You wrap your arms around Timo, holding him close as you deepen the kiss, exploring the warmth of his mouth with your tongue. Breaking away for a moment, you gaze up at him, your eyes heavy-lidded and filled with longing. "Please, Timo…" before you hear his question and whimpered. "Please what, baby? Are you sure you wanna continue?" Timo asks huskily, his voice thick with desire. He brushes a strand of hair off your forehead, his thumb tracing your features with tenderness. "Tell me what you need." His erection throbs against you, seeking entrance, but he waits for your consent, wanting to ensure you're ready for more. Timo's eyes search yours, drinking in the sight of you flushed and satisfied, your body still humming from the intense pleasure he's given you. He aches to be inside you, to feel your warmth enveloping him, but he'll wait for your word, savoring this moment of intimacy and connection. "Whatever you want."

You look up at Timo, your heart pounding in your chest. The gentleness in his touch, the concern in his voice, it all makes you feel cherished and desired in a way you've never experienced before. "I need you," you breathe, your words barely audible. "Inside me. Please, Timo." You reach down, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft, guiding it to your entrance. The tip nudges against you, teasing, and you bite your lip, anticipating the moment when he'll finally fill you. "Make love to me," you whisper, your eyes locked on his. "Show me how much you want me." A low groan escapes Timo's throat as you guide him to your slick heat. He looks down at where your bodies are about to join, his eyes darkening with lust and affection. "Always, sweetheart. I'll always want you," he promises, his voice rough with emotion. He grabbed his wallet to quickly grab a condom to pull on before he moved with a slow, deliberate push, Timo sinks into you, relishing the tight, welcoming embrace of your pussy. He pauses for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried to the hilt inside you, before starting to move. His thrusts are deep and steady, each one driving him further into your depths as he begins to make love to you. Timo cradles your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away tears that have formed in your eyes. "You okay, sweetheart? I don't want to hurt you." You nod, a soft sob escaping your lips as Timo fills you so completely. The slight discomfort fades quickly, replaced by a growing sense of rightness, of belonging. "I'm okay," you assure him, your voice trembling with emotion. "It feels… perfect." And it does. Every slow, deep thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through you, building a fire in your core that threatens to consume you whole. You wrap your legs around Timo's waist, urging him closer, needing to feel every inch of him inside you. As he continues to make love to you, you find yourself opening up, sharing pieces of yourself with this man who has captured your heart so thoroughly. Tears stream down your cheeks, not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of the moment, from the depth of your feelings for him. "Timo," you whisper, your voice breaking.

Timo's heart swells at the sight of you crying, overcome by emotion and pleasure. He leans down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss as he continues to move within you. "Shh, it's okay," he murmurs against your mouth. "Let it out, baby. I'm here with you." He breaks the kiss to press his forehead to yours, his breath mingling with yours. "I love you. So damn much." Each word is punctuated by a slow, deep thrust, stoking the flames of passion between you. Timo can feel your walls tightening around him, your body responding to his lovemaking. He knows he's close, but he refuses to rush, savoring every moment of this intimate connection. "Come with me, sweetheart," he urges, his voice strained with effort as he moved to his hands to yours and hold them above your head as he laced your fingers together. Your fingers intertwine with Timo's as he holds them above your head, the position making you acutely aware of your vulnerability, of how completely you're at his mercy. It's a thrilling sensation, knowing that he has control, that he's the one guiding you towards this peak of pleasure. "I'm so close," you whimper, your body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Don't stop, please." As if reading your mind, Timo redoubles his efforts, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more insistent. The coil of tension inside you winds tighter and tighter, until suddenly, you're flying apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your vision whites out, your screams of pleasure muffled by Timo's mouth as he claims yours in a passionate kiss. Timo feels your pussy clench around him as you come undone, the rhythmic spasms milking his cock. He buries himself to the hilt, his own release barreling towards him. With a guttural groan, he spills himself inside you, filling you and the condom with his hot seed as wave after wave of pleasure courses through him. He holds you close, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm, as he rides out the aftershocks with you. Finally, he collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. Timo presses soft kisses to your face, your neck, your collarbone, his love for you pouring out in every touch. "That was incredible," he whispers, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"But we're far from done, sweetheart."

[ladylooch]

Strictly Pleasure - [Timo Meier]

A/N: So color me stunned when I went to the roster of Team Switzerland in 2019 and did not in fact see Timo on it……. Because the Sharks were in the playoffs…. LMAO But you know my entire AU timeline is built on 2019 so we go with it. As promised, the full fic for our unanimous poll winners 🥹

As a warning, I literally was clawing my fingernails into the bench seat editing this morning. Holy fuck. Apparently I was feeling extra smutty this weekend.....

Word Count: 4.3k

The coolness of my white wine glass chills my palm while I bring the liquid to my lips. I take a sip, lips curling up in appreciation of both the wine and the stunning sunset before my eyes. I sit on the patio of a cafe in Bratislava, Slovakia awaiting the arrival of my little brother. I am the only member of my family who has been able to make it over to Slovakia in time to see him compete for our country at the IIHF World Championships. His previous international experience has been at the U18 level, but this year he is competing in the big leagues. We are so proud of him and I feel honored to have the flexibility to see him live his dream this week.

Crowds from various countries line the streets of the capital city, surrounding Ondrej Nepela Arena. Various teams are represented- the three crowns of Sweden, the lion of Finland and one man with the red and white of my home country. I smile at the familiar crest on his chest. He wanders down the sidewalk with sunglasses on, hair perfectly styled in a swoop to the left. Mirrored aviators hide his upward gaze to the awning that spells out the restaurant. He flips his sunglasses up, looking down at his phone, then at the name of the restaurant again. Once confirming, he puts his phone back in his pocket, then stalls his footsteps at the podium explaining the menu options for tonight.

“Go Swiss!” I cheer in my native language at him. He looks up from where he had been studying the menu, nodding in my direction. 

“You from?”

“Yes.”

“Me too.”

“I assumed so. You have the accent.” 

“You… kind of do?” He chuckles, questioning. His head tilts to the side slightly, thick eyebrows pulling lower over his eyes. “Where are you from?”

“Close to Bern.”

“Ah… that southern dialect can be troublesome.”

“Maybe you just haven’t heard it enough. Should get out of the big city.” He quirks an eyebrow. “Zurich. Clearly.”

“St. Gallen.”

“Same difference.” 

“Okay.” He chuckles, shifting as he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “This place any good?”

“Wine is good.” I cheers my glass in the air at him. “But other than that, I don’t know. My brother picked the place.”

“Yeah, I am meeting someone here too.” 

“Would you like to wait with me? I can buy you a drink.” For some reason, he laughs. 

“Buy me a drink?” He nods. “Sure, if your boyfriend won’t mind?”

“No boyfriend. I’m sure your girlfriend will not be much longer though?”

“No girlfriend. If I did, sitting next to a beautiful Swiss woman would likely get me into big trouble.” He murmurs, reaching for the back of the empty chair across from me. As he pulls it out, my brother comes hustling up next to us.

“Oh great! You did get my text about Timo joining us. I’m glad you found each other.” We both pause, connecting the pieces of who we are to each other. I would not have pegged him as a hockey player. He presents so different from the others I have interacted with over my brother’s playing career. “Timo, this is my older sister Emma.”

“Nice to meet you.” He murmurs as he shakes my hand. Our hands fit perfectly together in a polite shake. His fingers drag along every inch of my palm as he pulls his hand back, creating an electric jolt up my arm.

“Yeah…” I trail off, answering my brother. I gulp down a sip of wine. “He was easy to spot.” Nico grins as I stand, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Hi.” I haven’t seen Nico for a few weeks. He came home to Switzerland after his season ended, but was running off with all his friends with his new found freedom.

“I am glad you could make it. Mama and Papa are coming tomorrow?”

“Yes, it was the earliest they could get here. I was able to get on a flight from my conference in Berlin.” 

“Good. More time together.” I laugh, glancing at Timo who studies the menu across from me.

“Seemed you liked the way the last few weeks were.” I murmur. “Your big sister always coming in last.”

“I’m sorry.” Nico sighs regretfully.

“It’s okay. As per usual, your time is pulled in every single direction.” 

“Yes, but you’re important to me. I’ll do better.”

“Good! You can start by buying me dinner. You make the big bucks now!” 

“Yeah, you can buy mine too. You make 1st overall money. I’m slumming it down at 9.” Timo and I share a look, chuckling together at Nico’s red, embarrassed cheeks.

“With a flick of a pen, you instantly made more money than your sister has her entire career. You can buy my dinner.” I pile on.

“Stop.” Nico shakes his head with a shy smile. “I will buy you dinner because I love you and that’s it.” I shake my head, looking over at Timo.

“Nico always has to be so sweet to make me feel bad for teasing him.”

“You need to get meaner Nico.” Timo laughs. “Your sister is more intimidating than you.” I scoff at him, then smirk.

“Certified man eater.” I confirm. “You better be careful.” He sucks his cheeks in for a moment, scanning his eyes along my body. Then he shakes his head.

“I like a challenge.” He winks. I pause, recognizing his interest, sliding my gaze over to my little brother who seems to be contemplating between two entrees. I lick a drop of wine off my lips after taking a sip. Timo’s blue eyes stay there, then fall back down to the menu in front of me.

The rest of dinner, these small, wordless interactions happen. He brushes my hand while handing me back my filled water glass. We steal looks at each other whenever Nico isn’t looking. Most of the conversation is driven by us towards each other. Nico seems content to listen, happy to see us getting along so well after inviting a stranger to sibling bonding. I am thankful he did. Timo and I are vibing, conversing and joking like we have known each other for years, not less than two hours. 

Nico pays the bill, making a huge show of treating us with his black Amex. 

“Flaunting your wealth is tacky Nico.” I scold. He scoffs at me, waving me up out of my seat. I toss my arm around his shoulder, pulling him in for a forced hug. “I love you. Thank you.”

“I love you, buddy! Thank you!” Timo says too, coming in to the other side so Nico is sandwiched between us. I giggle hard, tilting my head back towards the dark sky while doing so. Timo’s hands grip my sides as we squeeze Nico harder. I fold my fingers over his arms too, feeling the soft material of his sweatshirt. When I open my eyes all I can see is Timo. His beautiful blue eyes sparkling with joy. His big smile and scrunched nose indicating how much fun he is having with us.

“I could use another drink.” I hear myself say to him directly. He nods immediately, releasing from our packed hug.

“We have a bar in our hotel. Are you staying there too?” Timo asks casually.

“Oh! Yes! Let’s go.” I exclaim. “Neeks?”

“Maybe. I’m tired, but I’ll see how I feel when we get there.” 

“Okay.” I shrug. No offense to Nico, but I wouldn’t be disappointed if he didn’t come.

“How are we feeling about the game tomorrow?” I ask the boys as we walk the cobblestone walk way. 

“Good. We’ll get it done.” Timo says confidently. Nico echos that though a yawn.

His yawning continues through our first round of drinks until he is almost falling asleep sitting up in his chair where we sit at a space in the bar, backing up to the lobby.

“Nico, just go to bed.” I chuckle.

“Yeah I am going to head there.” Nico sighs after a yawn. He looks over at me. “You too?” I bite my lip, shaking my head. 

“I’m not tired. I stay up late for a living.” Nico shrugs his shoulders. “Goodnight.” He stands up.

“Goodnight baby brother.” I tease him as he heads across the lobby to the elevators. “Sleepy good!” I take a sip of my wine, then settle my brown eyes on Timo who still watches with those interested eyes. “Are you tired?” I wonder.

“No.” He says then takes a sip of his drink. “A lot more interesting things are happening down here than in mine and Fiala’s room.” A shiver runs from the base of my neck down my spine pulling my chest tight with flattery. 

“You like to stay up late?”

“Mhm.” He answers around another sip of his drink. He licks at his top teeth afterwards, bringing my eyes back to his lips. “Kinda have to in this job. What do you do?”

“I own an event planning business.” 

“Oh fancy, Ms. Entrepreneur.” 

“I went to college and everything.”

“Impressive. Maybe I should hire you to run my charity golf tournament.”

“I could do that. But it depends.”

“On?”

“What happens between us tonight.” A slow and sexual grin rolls across his lips. He likes my boldness. My heart fluters excitedly in my chest. I love this part, getting gorgeous and powerful men to give into what has been brewing between us. “I have a strict line between business and pleasure. I’m sure you can understand that in your line of work.” Timo nods, looking lost in a previous mistake. 

“That is fair.” He tilts his head. A few teammates walk through the lobby, shouting a hello at Timo. He gives a brief wave, then focuses back on me.

“Any chance I could convince you to go somewhere private to discuss further your personal and professional qualifications?” There is nothing professional about his request.

“Where would you suggest?”

“Maybe your room?” I pretend to contemplate, leaning back in my chair while studying him with scrutiny. 

“What would we do there?” I ask him, dragging out the vowels in my words. I slowly run my tongue along my lips, gathering his attention there.

“You can tease me some more with that mouth.” 

Forward. Bold. Going in for the kill, just like I hoped. 

“Our drinks?” He pulls his wallet out, tossing cash onto the table. He stuffs his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans and stands. He holds his hand out for me. I stare at the warm, welcoming skin of his palm. I know what taking that hand means. I know this is dangerous territory, but Timo is a temporary teammate of my brother. It’s not like he is in New Jersey with him full time.

I slide my fingers gently into his hand, then clasp it as he lifts me into a standing position. He weaves our fingers together, palms cupping each other as we walk silently to the elevator. He pulls me in behind him, then turns expectantly at me.

“Four.” I tell him. He presses the button and the doors close. 

“You do this often?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Plenty.” His eyes drag ravenously from my face down my body. He nods in surprised appreciation. “I won’t tell you I love you after, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He chuckles. 

“You look harder to get than that. What are the rules?” He asks as he turns towards me. His hand drops mine, so he can pull my hips flush with his. My eyes flutter at what I feel. Big. Hard. Ready. 

“Wrap it up. Don’t you dare finish before me. No butt stuff. And…” I insist, stepping closer. “Nico never knows.” My foot goes between his, rubbing my thigh against his zipper. He exhales a little heavier, hinting at the desire building in his body. The elevator doors open and we step out. I lead the way, sliding the key through and pushing the door open. I walk in first again. He shuts the door behind us then crosses the slim space between us. He whips me around by my wrist, crowding my space immediately. My heartbeat skyrockets in dangerous and needy passion.

“Anything else?” He asks, sliding a hand to the side of my neck. He holds it tight, thumb stroking my cheek. His blue eyes are fierce, ready for whatever waits for us on the other side of my answer. 

“What are yours?”

“I don’t want anything serious. You understand that?” He strokes my cheek as he says it as if to soften the blow. He’s clearly had this conversation before with other women. He’ll figure out I’m not like them soon enough.

“Completely.”

“Are you on the pill?” 

“Yes.” I laugh. “Are we going to fuck now or keep playing 20 questions?” I slide my hand down to the button on his pants. He laughs too, pausing as he bites his bottom lip. 

“What are your thoughts on cuddling?”

“Hell no.”

“My kinda girl.” He whispers then closes the gap between our faces.

His lips on mine create an explosion that rocks me to my core. I exhale into his mouth in a moan. He runs his hand through my hair then down my body. It wraps around my waist and he lifts, practically tossing me up onto the hotel desk. The lamp shade rattles against the wall. His hands come to my shirt, lifting. Our lips part for a moment, then reconnect with tongues. Wetness pools in my panties, almost soaking them through. 

One of his hands comes up to my breast, squeezing it, then finding my nipple and thumbing it over my bra. I sigh happily into his mouth, then fist his shirt in my hand. His shirt joins mine on the floor, then I reach for the button on his pants. It snaps apart easily. I jerk his zipper down until it’s completely open. His cock is hot and seeping in his underwear. I pull back from his mouth, looking down as he unclasps my bra. The straps slack along my arms. He pulls them the rest of the way off, then takes me in. 

“Beautiful.” He mumbles, tugging my hips so I slide closer to him on the desk top. “So, so beautiful.” He repeats against the warm skin of my chest. His lips kiss down vertically, until he gets to a tight nipple. He makes eye contact with me as he sucks it into his mouth. His tongue strokes upwards too, making my jaw unhinge for a moment. “You had so much to say earlier, now you’re quiet? Gonna have to change that.” He whispers, then sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, working it over, sending darts of pleasure to my clit. It aches to be touched, missing out on his skilled mouth and fingers. 

“Oh.” I pant. He smirks into my breast.

My fingers find the waistband of his underwear, tugging it back from his skin so his cock rises to rest on his belly. His red tip is oozing down the edge of his head. I bite my lip, then my head knocks back into the lamp as his tongue strokes my other nipple into submission.

Fuck, this is incredible. He knows exactly what he is doing. When to push, when to pull away, how to tease and reward. He will be worth any future punishment. My hands shove at the waistbands of his bottom layers until they work down his strong hips. He steps out of them, grabbing a condom in his jean pocket, then kicks them off to the side. I lean back on one palm grinning. He lets me take him in, every delicious curve and edge of his muscular body made perfect from hockey and hard work. His big hands cup my breasts, rolling his thumbs over the stiff peaks in unison. 

“Oh that feels sooo good.” I moan appreciatively. I run my free hand through my hair. He watches my face, playing with me more until I am embarrassingly close to coming without him even being inside of me. “I need you to fill me up.”I demand breathlessly. He bites his lip.

“You’re so fucking sexy. You can tell me what to do all night, Emma.” 

“Just call me Em.” I laugh. “Emma is so formal.” 

“Whatever you want, babe.” 

He unbuttons my jeans, then pulls them off my legs. He admires my black, lace panties, seeing the creamy wetness pooling there just for him, then he works them off my body so we are both naked. He picks me up, setting me to the very edge of the desk, then he hands me the condom. I rip the package open with my teeth, gripping the tip, before easing it down his shaft. His eyes close and he sways slightly forward at my hands on him.

He crowds my space, our breath combining together, still smelling like the minimal alcohol we had tonight. One hand goes to my left hip, then the other goes to grip his shaft. He rolls his head through my folds, collecting my soaking juices before he nestles his head at my entrance. Together, we watch him disappear between my swollen lips. He lets out a shaky exhale. He grabs my wrists, putting them on his shoulders, then he lifts me slightly up off the desk, beginning to pump into my pussy. 

Tingling explosions burst out down my body. Gooseflesh covers my arms and legs as I take each hard thrust with enthusiastic greed. I kiss along his jaw, grinning at the way I jerk in his arms with each pump. He isn’t handling me like a fragile doll, he is fucking me just like I knew he would. Hard, fast, deep, showing he was built with power and strength for a reason.

“Fuck, Em, your pussy is so good.” He growls into my neck. The sound of skin slapping together increases, becoming disgustingly obvious in the room as he rocks hard into me. “So wet and tight.” He hisses through gritted teeth. My nose bumps into his jaw as I moan on his throat. He turns his face, capturing my lips then fucking up harder and faster into me. My whole body goes tight and rigid, then I fall into my orgasm. Timo fucks me through it, not wavering in his thrusts at all until I collapse onto his chest in surrender. He slows then, kissing my neck as he takes me to the bed. He lays me down, then work himself out of me. I look down at the condom, wondering if we are done.

“Your turn. Show me what you got, Hischier.” I laugh loudly. He sits down on the bed, then falls backwards. He takes my hand in one of his, fingers folding together, helping me maneuver to straddle his lap. I work my hair to one side, then reach behind me to grab his cock in my hand. He hums, then sighs happily as I swallow him whole in one press of my hips. Timo’s eyes literally roll back into his head as I start to move. His hands come behind his head fingers lacing together on the pillow below.

“That’s right. Just lay there princess.” I smirk, throwing my hips back on his cock. 

“Funny… gorgeous… talented… where has Nico been hiding you?”

“Practically under your nose.”

“Ah, that’s why I didn’t see it. It’s a little big.” I giggle, then set my hands on his shoulders, rolling my hips.

“Ooo. You know how to fuck.” He praises me. “So good….” He bites his lip, exhaling heavily. “Little more, gorgeous.” He encourages. I comply and he groans. “Mmmm.” His hands snap away from the back of his head. He grips my hips, feeling the roll of them on him. Then two fingers find my clit. I shutter. His other hand comes to my breast, pinching my nipple. “Fuck me until you cum.”  He whispers. I moan shakily, then keep bucking my hips down into him. When he senses I am about to release, he works his hips up in little thrusts to help me over the edge.

“Oh!” I cry out, pinching my other nipple.

He gently eases me down, pulling his feet up closer to his butt so his thighs create support for my back. I slump into them. I pant, looking at him on the pillow as he smirks. 

“Shit.” I hiss as he forces his cock up deep into me, lifting my weight with his hips like it’s nothing. 

“Doggy?” He asks, wiggling his large eyebrows. I nod eagerly.

I’ve never come so hard or had so much fun with a one night stand before. Usually, it’s awkward, bumping into each other and trying to find the right tempo. Not with Timo. It truly feels like we were made for each other. Gone is the insecure way I try to move my body so my partner can see the best angles. Usually, I stay away from doggy. But I am desperate to feel the hard slapping of his balls against my clit. 

We both stand. Timo kisses me, tongues flirting within my mouth. Our lips are puffy and red by the time we pull apart. He twists my hips, working his cock between my legs as I bend over in front of him. He lines his latex covered head with my entrance, then pulls me back on his dick. We both groan loudly this time, appreciating the stretch and arousal of each other. 

“Gonna be dreaming about this pussy tonight.” He groans, starting to buck his hips again. The delicious slapping has me deliriously groping the bed sheets. His thick cock crams into me thrust after thrust, feeling like he is rearranging my internal organs. A big hand comes to the back of my neck, forcing me down. I groan loudly, shrieking an inhale at how good this angle feels. 

“Please.” I hear myself beg.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please make me cum. Please. More. Um! That! Yeah!” I yelp out as his hips snap harder into me. My ass shakes with his powerful thrusts. I turn my face into the comforter, then scream hard into it as a powerful orgasm grips my core and turns me inside out. 

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum. Feels so fucking good when you cum.” I shake against his thighs as he finishes in the condom. His hand releases from the back of my neck. He grips the edge of the condom then works his way out of me. Wordlessly, he heads to the bathroom, striping himself and cleaning off. I collapse forward into the bed sheets, curling into the fetal position while my heavy breathing continues. Timo brings a towel back with him, tossing it to me. Afterwards, I throw it onto the floor while he lays back next to me in bed. 

“Good job.” I murmur, holding my hand up. He slaps it firmly, then sighs happily.

“That was amazing.” He turns to look at me when he says it. I nod, meeting his gaze. “Any chance you’re available for more of that this summer?”

“No strings?”

“No strings.” He agrees. 

“Then yeah. I’m available.” He chuckles. 

“We make a good team, tho. Damn.” He rubs a hand over his head. He turns his wrist, looking at the time on his expensive, silver watch. “I gotta go. It’s almost curfew.”

“Yeah, I want to go to sleep.” I admit, stretching out, pushing at his thigh under the covers to move him off the bed. He dramatically rolls off like I kicked him full on. I giggle as he rests his chin on the bed from the floor. His blue eyes soak me up. His hand comes up, poking at my left cheek.

��Your dimples are cute.”

“Thank you.” I murmur. 

“How long are you here?”

“Wanna see me again already?” He laughs.

“Yeah. Sex that great is rare. I want you again tomorrow.” Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I roll my bottom lip in my mouth, watching him pull his clothes back on. His last article is the Team Switzerland sweatshirt he zips up to the middle of his chest.

“Okay.” I agree. He smiles gently, then walks towards me. 

He kneels one knee on the bed, hovering over the body he wrecked tonight. He kisses me quick, then pulls away. He smells seductive and sultry, like his expensive cologne and me. 

“Sweet dreams.” He whispers.

“Goodnight.” I respond. He walks out of the room, closing the door softly during his exit.

I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling above me. The butterflies in my stomach expand up into my chest until it feels crammed full. I put my hand over my face, watching back the reel of the night against my black eyelids, ending with the mutual agreement of more. 

More this weekend. More even this off-season too. More, more, more because it will be months before I will have had my fill of him.

I’m not sure how we will make it all work. Sneaking around once is one thing, but doing it continuously is another.

I guess this planner is going to have to figure it out. 

Because It’s going to be a long, hot summer with Timo Meier.

More Timo and Emma can be found here.

[hd-junglebook]

Its Always Been You

Part 4 / Word Count 5816

Masterlist

Summary: And so, the trip to Michigan begins with a little surprise guest.

In the dim glow of his bedroom, Jack's world felt like it was crumbling around him. The shadows danced across the walls, mirroring the chaos within his mind.  Jack's hands trembled as he held the phone to his ear, his breathing uneven and his heart racing.

"Luke, I don't know what to do with myself," Jack's voice trembled, a mix of anguish and vulnerability. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, and his free hand clenched into a tight fist.  

"I've acted like a complete fool all week. Y/n hates me. I'm feeling… I'm feeling things I never felt before for y/n, and I think I've finally lost my mind."

Luke's harsh tone cut through the silence, his confusion evident. "Jack, what the hell are you talking about?" There was a rustling sound on the other end of the line, as if Luke was sitting up in bed, suddenly alert.

Jack's pacing resumed, his frustration palpable. He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, his footsteps heavy against the carpeted floor.

The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on him as he struggled to contain his emotions.

"I told y/n I knew how she felt about me, and then I broke her heart. She left me all alone for three days. Jesus, I just saw her locking lips with some loser in the hallway. It's taking everything in me not to go out there and drag him outside."

"Jack…" Luke barely got out before he was interrupted again.

Before Luke could respond, Jack's voice rose again, defiant and emotional. "I'm not done." He halted his pacing, standing in front of his dresser where a picture of y/n and him sat.

It was from the night of his draft party, a snapshot of happier times. Jack's fingers traced the edges of the frame, his eyes fixated on y/n's smiling face. The photograph seemed to mock him, a cruel reminder of what he had thrown away.

He thought back to that night, his emotions, how he begged her to leave her life behind and move to New Jersey. The memory was vivid, the excitement and hope he felt then now replaced by a crushing sense of regret.

The scent of her perfume, the warmth of her hand in his, the sparkle in her eyes—it all came flooding back, intensifying the ache in his chest.

Rustling came through the speaker of Jack's phone. "I ruined us, Luke. I've ruined the best thing I've ever had." Jack's voice cracked, a single tear escaping and rolling down his cheek.

"Dude, it's almost 12am, and you're babbling about something everyone and their mom knew already. How long did you think you could fight your feelings?" Luke's tone softened, a mix of exasperation and concern.

"I don't know, Luke." Jack stayed still for a moment, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The door of their apartment closed, and he hung up on Luke when he heard footsteps approaching.

Jack perked up, holding his breath as he listened to them get closer. His heart raced, a glimmer of hope sparking in his chest.

Another door closed, leading Jack to swing open his door. Y/n had already closed her door, the click of her lock reverberating through the silent apartment.

Jack's hand hovered over her doorknob, his fingers trembling. He wanted to knock, to apologize, to pour his heart out, but fear and uncertainty held him back.

…

The sound of her alarm woke her from her restless sleep, the shrill beeping cutting through the stillness of the early morning. Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the darkness around her.

The room was bathed in a deep, melancholic blue, the shadows clinging to the corners and casting an air of despair. The curtains, a soft, sheer fabric, billowed gently in the breeze from the slightly open window, allowing a sliver of pale moonlight to penetrate the gloom.

"Here we go again," she mumbled groggily, her voice heavy with exhaustion and resignation. The words felt thick on her tongue.

She sat up in her bed, allowing the blanket to fall in a heap on her waist. The sheets, once a comforting embrace, now felt suffocating, tangled around her legs like the thoughts that consumed her mind.

y/n looked around the room with despair, her gaze lingering on the familiar objects that held countless memories—the framed photographs on the dresser, the stack of well-worn books on the nightstand, the discarded clothing strewn across the floor.

Y/n sighed again, the sound echoing in the emptiness of the room. She pushed the blanket off of herself fully, the cool air of the apartment sending a shiver down her spine.

Her steps were light as she dressed herself, opting for comfort over style for the plane ride back to Michigan. She pulled on a soft, oversized sweater, the fabric enveloping her like a comforting hug, and a pair of well-worn leggings that had seen better days.

As she moved about the room, gathering her belongings, the floorboards creaked beneath her feet, the sound amplified by the silence that hung heavy in the air. The scent of stale coffee and the lingering aroma of chocolate chip cookies wafted through the apartment.

Jack's door opened across from her room, his yawning loud against the stark silence of the world outside their little apartment. The sound made her flinch, her body tensing as she braced herself for the inevitable encounter.

She could hear his footsteps, the shuffling of his feet against the hardwood floor, and the rustling of his clothing as he moved about his room.

Y/n rolled her eyes, not ready to interact with Jack just yet. The thought of facing him, of seeing the guilt and regret in his eyes, made her stomach churn. She focused on the task at hand, pulling her suitcase up to the door, the wheels squeaking against the floor.

Her eyes landed on the corkboard that hung on the wall beside the door, the pictures of their innocent smiles and young faces causing her heart to break even more.

In one picture, they were grinning broadly, their arms wrapped around each other's waists as they posed in front of a sunset on the beach. In another, they were dressed in formal attire, attending a friend's wedding, their eyes sparkling with happiness and love.

Y/n's fingers traced the edges of the photographs, the glossy paper cool beneath her touch. A lump formed in her throat as she studied each image. She could feel the sting of tears behind her eyes, the emotions she had been trying so hard to suppress threatening to spill over.

She pulled the door open, rushing past the open bathroom where Jack stood in the mirror, his toothbrush dangling from his mouth and a look of surprise etched on his face.

Y/n moved with the speed of a cheetah, her feet pounding against the floor as she made a beeline for the safety of the kitchen.

Just as she thought she had escaped the awkwardness, the front door jingled, keys rattling against the metal knob like a mischievous poltergeist trying to gain entry.

Y/N stood frozen in place, her body rigid with shock as the door to the apartment swung open. The sudden intrusion had caught her completely off guard, and she felt as if she had been turned to stone, unable to move or speak.

As she watched, a tuft of blonde hair bounced into view, the golden locks reminding her of the fairy tale character Goldilocks. But this was no innocent child stumbling upon a bear's cottage; this was a full-grown woman barging into her home uninvited.

"Daphne? What the hell are you doing here?" Y/N managed to choke out, her voice rising in pitch with each word until it reached a near-shriek. The disbelief and anger dripped from her tongue like bitter honey, leaving a foul taste in her mouth.

Jack's girlfriend fully entered the apartment, dragging a garishly pink suitcase behind her. It was as if she had packed her entire life into that one piece of luggage, ready to move in and stake her claim.

The suitcase was so bright it hurt Y/N's eyes, a beacon of chaos signaling the impending doom that was about to unfold.

From the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Jack emerge from the bathroom, toothbrush still dangling from his mouth. White foam dripped down his chin, making him look like a rabid dog caught in the act.

His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him, darting back and forth between the two women as if trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation he had found himself in.

Daphne's gaze flicked between Jack and Y/N, her initial smile slowly fading as realization dawned on her face. "We planned this months ago, silly," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

"Non-refundable ticket. We talked about this, Jack. It's only been three months; you can't get rid of me that easily."

She let out a laugh that sounded more like a witch's cackle, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief and something darker, more possessive. It was clear that she had no intention of leaving, no matter how unwelcome her presence might be.

Y/N felt her heart sink into her stomach, a wave of nausea washing over her as the reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. Daphne was here, in their home, and it seemed that Jack had been keeping even more secrets than she had realized.

The air in the apartment suddenly felt thick and suffocating, the tension so palpable you could cut it with a knife. Y/N's mind raced with a million questions, a million accusations, but she couldn't seem to form the words.

All she could do was stand there, frozen in place, as the world she had built with Jack came crashing down around her like a house of cards.

Jack let out a heavy sigh, his hand rubbing the front of his scalp as if trying to erase the memory of ever agreeing to this disastrous plan. His face scrunched up like he had just bitten into a particularly sour lemon, the bitterness of the situation leaving a foul taste in his mouth.

He glanced sheepishly at Y/N, his eyes darting between the two women like a puppy who had been caught chewing on his owner's favorite pair of shoes.

"Can you give us a sec? Please?" he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid that speaking any louder would cause the fragile peace to shatter.

Y/N scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest as she fixed Jack with a withering stare. "No, we have to leave soon, and if I don't have my coffee, I just might jump off the plane dealing with you both," she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her eyebrows rose so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline, the thought of being trapped on a plane with these two making her seriously consider grabbing a parachute and taking her chances with gravity.

Jack's face reddened, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "We need privacy though!" he said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

He threw his hands up in the air, as if he were trying to physically push away the awkwardness that had settled over the room like a thick fog. "Could you give us some time?"

Y/N let out a humorless laugh, the sound harsh and grating in the tense silence of the apartment. "Oh, you need privacy? That's rich, coming from the guy who couldn't even bother to tell his best friend that his girlfriend was coming to visit."

She shook her head, her eyes narrowing as she fixed Jack with a look that could have melted steel. "You know what? Fine. You two lovebirds enjoy your little reunion. I'll be in my room, packing my bags and booking a one-way ticket to anywhere but here."

With that, she spun on her heel and stalked off towards her bedroom, her footsteps echoing like gunshots in the stillness of the apartment. She could feel Daphne's eyes boring into her back, could sense the smug satisfaction radiating off the other woman in waves.

But Y/N refused to let it get to her, refused to let the hurt and betrayal show on her face. She had always prided herself on being strong, on being able to handle whatever life threw her way. And she sure as hell wasn't going to let Jack or his girlfriend see her crumble.

As she reached her bedroom door, Y/N paused, her hand resting on the knob. For a moment, she was tempted to turn back, to march right up to Jack and demand an explanation.

But she knew that it would be pointless, knew that whatever he had to say would only make the pain worse.

So instead, she took a deep breath and stepped inside, slamming the door behind her with a resounding thud. And as she sank down onto her bed, her head in her hands and her heart in pieces, Y/N couldn't help but wonder how everything had gone so wrong, so fast.

…

Y/N walked back out into the living room, Daphne turned to her with an expression of exaggerated surprise. Her eyes were wide, and a cute smile was plastered on her face, the kind of smile that made you want to pinch her cheeks but also question the sincerity behind it.

"This is your best friend, right? She's a lot shorter than I remember," Daphne said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. It was clear that she was trying to get under Y/N's skin, to establish her dominance in the situation.

Y/N couldn't help but scoff, her eyes rolling so far back in her head that she nearly caught a glimpse of her own brain. "And you're the EX-girlfriend, right?" she retorted, putting extra emphasis on the "ex" part. Two could play at this game, and Y/N wasn't about to let Daphne win.

Jack let out a groan, his head falling back in frustration. "God, just my luck," he grumbled, his eyes rolling so hard they nearly got stuck in the back of his head.

He knew that he was in for a long and uncomfortable conversation with Daphne, and the thought of it made him want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

Y/N took a deep breath grabbing her coffee, the warm liquid providing a momentary comfort before made her way back out to the kitchen. Y/N grasped the cold metal handle, the chill sending a shiver down her spine.

"Let's go before I change my mind," she said, her voice flat and emotionless. She didn't want to give Jack or Daphne the satisfaction of seeing how much this situation was affecting her, didn't want to let them see the cracks in her carefully constructed façade.

…

The journey to the airport had been a tense affair, with Y/N pointedly ignoring Jack's attempts at conversation and Daphne chattering away obliviously in the background.

Y/N could feel Jack's eyes on her, his gaze heavy with unspoken apologies and explanations, but she refused to meet his eye, focusing instead on the passing scenery outside the car window.

they made their way through the bustling terminal, Jack tried once more to pull Y/N aside, his hand gently grasping her elbow. "Y/N, please, can we just talk about this?" he pleaded, his voice low and urgent.

Y/N yanked her arm away, her eyes flashing with barely contained anger. "There's nothing to talk about, Jack," she hissed, her voice sharp as a knife. "You made your choice, and now we all have to live with the consequences."

Jack's face fell, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's not like that, Y/N. If you would just let me explain..."

But Y/N cut him off with a bitter laugh, her head shaking in disbelief. "Explain what, Jack? How you don’t like me? How you play this stupid hot and cold game with me? No, I think I've heard enough explanations to last a lifetime."

She turned to walk away, but Jack's hand shot out once more, his fingers wrapping around her wrist. "Please, Y/N," he whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe that."

For a moment, Y/N wavered, her resolve crumbling in the face of Jack's obvious distress. But then she caught sight of Daphne waiting impatiently by the gate, her foot tapping, and her arms crossed, and the anger came rushing back in full force.

"I don't have to believe anything, Jack," she said, her voice cold and distant. "You made your bed, and now you have to lie in it. I just want to forget about all of this and move on with my life. So please, just leave me alone."

With that, she wrenched her arm from his grasp and strode towards the gate, her head held high and her heart shattered into a million pieces.

The seating arrangement on the plane felt like a cruel joke, a twisted game of fate that had placed Y/N in the middle of the very chaos she had been trying to escape.

She found herself sandwiched between Jack and Daphne, her body pressed against the cool glass of the window as if she could somehow merge with the clouds and drift away from the awkwardness that permeated the air.

Jack sat rigidly in the middle seat, his body a tense barrier between Y/N and Daphne. Y/N could feel the heat of his skin, could smell the familiar scent of his cologne, and it made her heart ache with a longing she couldn't quite suppress.

On Jack's other side, Daphne slept peacefully, her head lolling against his shoulder and her soft snores filling the space between them. She seemed blissfully unaware of the silent war raging within Y/N's mind, the turmoil that threatened to consume her from the inside out.

Y/N's foot tapped incessantly against the floor, a nervous habit that betrayed the inner chaos she was desperately trying to conceal. Each tap was like a metronome, counting down the seconds until she could escape the confines of the plane and the suffocating proximity to Jack.

She could feel his eyes on her once more, could sense the weight of his gaze boring into the side of her head. But she refused to look at him. Instead, she focused on the clouds outside the window, on the endless expanse of blue sky that stretched out before her.

Y/N was lost in thought, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and memories, when Jack's hand suddenly shot out, startling her back to reality. Before she could react, he had shoved a headphone into her ear, ignoring the sputtered questions and the look of indignation that flashed across her face.

His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. It was a reminder of the connection they once shared, the easy intimacy that had defined their friendship for so many years. Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she tried to process the unexpected gesture.

As the familiar opening credits of her favorite episode of Game of Thrones filled her ear, Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. She glanced at Jack, searching his face for an explanation, but he steadfastly refused to meet her gaze.

His eyes remained fixed on the screen in front of him, as if the answers to all of life's questions could be found in the flickering images.

Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Jack, her eyes tracing the contours of his face, the curve of his jaw, the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks.

Each glance was a silent question, a plea for him to acknowledge the unspoken words that hung between them. But Jack remained stoic, his attention unwavering, as if he had erected an impenetrable wall around himself.

Even as she tried to immerse herself in the show, Y/N couldn't shake the awareness of Jack's presence beside her. The warmth of his body seemed to seep into her skin, igniting a longing that she had tried so hard to suppress.

She could feel the rise and fall of his chest, could hear the soft whisper of his breath, and it made her heart ache with a bittersweet mixture of love and loss.

Beside her, Jack remained a silent presence, his body so close and yet so far away. Y/N couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what he was feeling.

…

Y/N stepped out of the airport, the crisp Michigan air filling her lungs and invigorating her senses. She took a deep breath, savoring the familiar scent of pine and freshly cut grass that always seemed to linger in the air.

The sun peeked through the scattered clouds, casting a warm glow on her surroundings and making the world seem a little brighter, a little more hopeful.

She scanned the crowd of people waiting outside the terminal, her eyes searching for a familiar face. And then, like a beacon in the chaos, she spotted him.

There, leaning against a sleek black car, was Luke. A grin spread across his face as he caught sight of her, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the way that had always made her heart skip a beat. "Y/N!" he called out, pushing himself off the car and striding towards her with open arms.

Without hesitation, Y/N dropped her bags and ran to meet him halfway. She threw her arms around his neck, feeling the solid warmth of his body as he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground in a spirited hug. For a moment, the world seemed to fall away, and all that mattered was the comfort and familiarity of Luke's embrace.

"I missed you so much," Y/N mumbled into his shoulder, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. She breathed in the scent of him, a mixture of cologne and something uniquely Luke, and felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her.

Luke chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against her own. "I missed you too, shorty. It's good to have you back."

He set her back down on the ground, but kept his arms around her, as if he was afraid she might disappear if he let go. Y/N couldn't help but smile up at him, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Behind them, the sound of footsteps on the pavement broke the spell. Y/N turned to see Jack and Daphne approaching, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and something else, something harder to define. Jack's eyes met hers for a brief moment, a flash of emotion passing between them before he looked away, his jaw clenching.

Luke's arms tightened around Y/N, a silent show of support and protection. "Hey Jack, Daphne," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Glad you could make it."

Daphne smiled, the expression not quite reaching her eyes. "Thanks for picking us up, Luke. It's been a long flight."

Y/N could feel the tension crackling in the air, the unspoken words and unresolved issues hanging between them like a thick fog. But for now, she pushed them aside, focusing instead on the feeling of Luke's arms around her and the promise of a few days away from the chaos of her life in New Jersey.

Jack moved forward, his arms open wide and a grin plastered on his face, Y/N felt a flicker of hesitation. There was something about his expression that seemed forced, as if he was trying too hard to appear casual and unaffected by the tension that hung thick in the air.

But before Jack could reach them, Luke's hand shot out, smacking the side of his head with a resounding thwack. The sound echoed through the parking lot, drawing the attention of a few curious onlookers. Jack stumbled back, a bewildered look on his face as he rubbed the spot where Luke's hand had made contact.

"Ow, what was that for?" Jack asked, his voice a mix of surprise and mock indignation. His brows furrowed as he looked at Luke, trying to decipher the reason behind the sudden attack. Y/N could see the gears turning in his head, the confusion and hurt flickering behind his eyes.

Luke lowered his voice, his tone stern yet laced with underlying concern. He leaned in closer to Jack, his eyes locked on his brother's, as if he was trying to convey a message that went beyond words.

"For being an idiot and for bringing her here. Did you forget about what you said on the phone?"

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, her mind racing with the implications of Luke's words. What had Jack said on the phone? What secrets had he been keeping from her, even as he tried to bridge the gap between them?

Jack's face flushed with guilt, the color rising in his cheeks like a crimson tide. His eyes darted to Y/N, then back to Luke, a silent plea for understanding.

For a moment, no one spoke. Y/N could feel Daphne's eyes on her, could sense the other woman's curiosity and suspicion. But she refused to meet her gaze.

Finally, Luke broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Come on," Luke said, releasing Y/N and grabbing her bags. "Mom's waiting at home with lunch. She's been cooking up a storm all morning."

Y/N grinned, the thought of Luke's mother's cooking making her mouth water. "Lead the way," she said, falling into step beside him as they made their way to the car.

As they walked, Y/N could feel Jack's eyes on her back, could sense the weight of his gaze boring into her. But she refused to look back, refused to acknowledge the part of her that still longed for his touch, his presence, his love.

Instead, she focused on the warmth of Luke's hand in hers, on the promise of a few days of respite and healing. And as they drove away from the airport, the skyline of Detroit rising up in the distance, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope igniting in her chest.

Maybe, just maybe, this trip would be the start of something new, a chance to leave behind the pain and heartache of the past and find a way forward, one step at a time. And with Luke by her side, and the love of her family to guide her, Y/N knew that anything was possible.

…

Lukes’s car pulled up to the familiar two-story house, Y/N felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. The red brick facade, the white wooden porch, the sprawling oak tree in the front yard - every detail was exactly as she remembered.

She stepped out of the car, the warm breeze caressing her face and tousling her hair. The scent of freshly cut grass filled the air, a sweet perfume that brought back memories of lazy afternoons spent lounging in the sun and late-night conversations under the stars.

Y/N took a deep breath, letting the peace and tranquility of the moment settle over her like a comforting blanket. For the first time in days, she felt the knots of tension in her shoulders begin to loosen, the weight of her worries and fears slowly melting away.

Beside her, Jack and Daphne were unloading their bags from the trunk, their voices a low murmur against the backdrop of chirping birds and rustling leaves. Y/N hesitated for a moment, her eyes lingering on Jack's face, taking in the lines of stress and fatigue that creased his brow.

In that moment, she made a decision. She was tired of being angry, tired of holding onto the hurt and betrayal that had consumed her for so long. Life was too short to waste on grudges and resentment, too precious to let slip away in a haze of bitterness and regret.

With a determined set to her jaw, Y/N strode over to Jack, her steps purposeful and sure. He looked up as she approached, his eyes widening in surprise and a flicker of hope.

"Hey," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I know things have been tough lately, but I don't want to keep dwelling on the past. You're my best friend, Jack, and that's never going to change."

Jack's face softened, his eyes shining with a mix of relief and gratitude. "Y/N, I..." he started, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry too. For everything. I never meant to hurt you, and I know I have a lot to make up for. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust again."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat, the sincerity in Jack's words tugging at her heartstrings. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I know," she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "let's just focus on enjoying this trip and being there for each other, okay?"

Jack nodded, his own smile breaking through the clouds of tension that had hung over them for so long. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with a tentative hope. "That sounds perfect."

Together, they made their way up the porch steps, their hands still intertwined. Y/N could feel the warmth of Jack's skin against her own.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," Ellen said, her voice warm and rich like honey. "We've missed you so much."

Y/N felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “I've missed you too," she said, her voice muffled against the older woman's shoulder. "It's so good to be home."

…

Luke led Daphne and Y/N up the stairs, their footsteps echoing on the hardwood, Jack seized the opportunity to pull his mother aside. His heart raced, palms sweaty as he glanced nervously between her and the staircase, his body practically vibrating with anxiety.

Ellen's brows furrowed, her maternal instincts kicking into high gear as she sensed her son's distress. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch a silent invitation to share his troubles.

"Jack, honey, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and filled with concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Jack swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. But there was none to be found, and he knew that he owed his mother the truth.

With a heavy sigh, he guided her to the couch, his movements stiff and awkward. They sat down, the worn cushions sinking beneath their weight, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

Finally, Jack broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Mom, I... I messed up. Y/N and I, we had a fight. A big one. And I don't know how to fix it."

Ellen's eyes widened, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. But she remained silent, allowing her son to continue.

"I didn't tell her about Daphne, and she found out in the worst way possible. And now... now she can barely look at me. I don't know what to do, Mom. I can't lose her."

Jack's voice cracked, the tears he had been holding back for so long finally spilling over. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs.

Ellen's heart ached for her son, for the pain and regret that radiated off him in waves. She reached out and pulled him into a hug, her arms wrapping around him like a protective cocoon.

"Oh, Jack," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of sympathy and gentle chastisement. "I know it's hard, but you have to be honest with the people you love. Secrets have a way of coming out, and they always hurt more in the end."

Jack nodded, his face still buried in his mother's shoulder. "I know," he said, his voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt.

"I just... I didn't want to hurt her. But I ended up doing exactly that." Ellen pulled back, her hands coming up to cup Jack's face. She looked him in the eye, her gaze filled with a wisdom born of years of love and experience.

"Do you remember the time that boy was bothering Y/N in school?" she asked, her voice soft and reminiscent. "You came home with a black eye and a split lip, but you were so proud of yourself for defending her."

Jack's lips twitched, a hint of a smile breaking through the tears. "Yeah, I remember. She was so upset, but I just wanted to make her feel safe."

Ellen nodded, her own smile mirroring her son's. "You brought her back here, to this very house. And you let her lay her head on your lap, and you caressed her hair until she fell asleep. Do you remember what I told you then?"

Jack's brow furrowed, his mind stretching back to that distant memory. "You said... you said that love is the most pure thing you can feel."

Ellen nodded, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "And I see it in you, Jack. When you look at her. You love her, don't you?"

Jack took a deep breath, his shoulders straightening his heart skipping a beat at his mother's words. He had always known, deep down, that his feelings for Y/N went beyond friendship. But to hear it spoken aloud, to have his deepest secret laid bare... it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"I... I don't know what to say, Mom," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and longing. "Y/N and I, we're just friends. And besides, Daphne...” He trailed off, his eyes flickering towards the staircase where his ex-girlfriend had disappeared just moments before.

Ellen sighed "Jack, honey, the longer you wait, the harder it's going to be. Sooner or later, you're going to decide whether you want to be with her in that way or let her go and find love in someone else.”

Jack stood up, his heart lighter than it had been in days. He hugged his mother one last time, breathing in the comforting scent of her perfume. "You're right, Mom. I need to be honest with myself, and with Y/N. But... but I can't do it now. Not with Daphne here. It wouldn't be fair to anyone."

"Ellen patted his cheek, her touch a silent benediction. "I understand, sweetheart. But don't wait too long, okay?

…

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Ends in tears | T Meier

summary: he loved the girl across the hall but he couldn’t help make her cry.

warnings: contains mentions of sex, smut!

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Nico had asked around about an apartment early February and you jumped to tell him your neighbour had just moved.

When Timo moved in you fell head first in love and it was bad for your health. With every soft smile, every platonic hug and wink you fell harder.

Nico had warned both of you not to get involved

“It can only end in tears”

His warning fell on deaf ears as you found yourself falling into bed with the devil.

“Oh, fuck!” You moaned into the pillow while Timo’s hips snapped to yours.

“God babygirl…” he groaned, grabbing a handful of your to lift the top of your body off the sheets “You’re fucking perfect”

You cried out, reaching back to hold onto his hand that’s in your hair “T- Fuck, harder!”

A smirk crept onto his face “Yeah? This what you want?” He muttered before slamming into you, throwing both of you forward onto the sheets again, his cum dripping of you onto the black sheets.

He stayed the night and multiple nights after.

When the season ended in the heartbreaking way it did, he didn’t go straight back to Herisau he stayed to be with you for a couple of weeks.

The two of you headed to Cancun to tan on sun loungers, drink cocktails and have way too much sex.

You were on cloud nine, the smile never left your face. You spent the sunset by the beach, leaning back into his chest while he held you.

“I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been… Nico was wrong, no tears”

He kisses the top of your head “I’d never make you cry”

Your love bubble popped swiftly after heading back to New Jersey when Timo did have to go back to Switzerland, leaving you just waiting for him to come back.

During the off season you still had work, stuck to your routine and watching Timo living life on Yachts and partying in Ibiza.

With each week his texts slowly fizzled out until you were left on read.

You knew he’d returned to Jersey, Nico had told you but also you’d seen him coming into the building from time to time.

You ran into him on the first day of training camp, both of you leaving the house at the same time.

You caught eyes and his immediately darted away, as if he couldn’t look at you.

A lump formed in your throat and you smiled softly “Good to see you got back safe, haven’t heard from you”

“Yeah” he mumbled, trying to find his key “Been busy”

You hummed “Yeah ok” and walked off, rushing to close the elevator door before he could get in.

You tried your best to avoid him for weeks, not being able to handle the crushing feeling in your chest.

Timo had noticed your absence in the hallways and the elevator or even at team events when you’d usually be with Nico the whole time.

The season was a few weeks in and you were making dinner, only to find you hadn’t bought an onion. Instead of walking to the store you were just going to ask Timo for one.

You stared at his door from yours for a moment to gain courage before you knocked. Except instead of a

“Hang on” or a “Gimme a sec!”

You could hear him moaning along with female voice calling out to him

“Oh Timo, harder! Harder!”

You gasped lowly, hand clasping over your mouth while you tried not to cry.

Back in your apartment you slammed the door shut, throwing yourself against it and lowering yourself to the floor before you began sobbing.

You’d been there long enough to hear him letting her out, watching through the peephole as they kissed, her hands lingering on his shirtless body too long for your liking.

You thought back to that day on the beach, pressed against his chest while he told you he’d never make you cry.

He lied right to you and you trusted him like an idiot.

The devils headed out on a week long roadie after that so you had time, no Timo around.

When they returned that weekend Timo immediately noticed your front door mat was gone.

Then before he could open his door yours opened and out walked a couple and a woman with a clipboard

“So as you can see the house- oh hello! Nice to meet the neighbours” Timo frowns

“Neighbours?”

“We just bought this apartment! It’s lovely to meet you” the husband explains.

“But that’s y/n’s house” is all he said before the agent said

“Yes Miss Y/L/N moved this past week, let’s go get that paperwork done!”

Leaving Timo more than confused when he entered his apartment. He looked down to his feet where an envelope sat with his name in your handwriting.

He shut his eyes and sighed before picking it up, the weight of it let him know exactly what it was.

Settling into the apartment he ripped the envelope, his keys falling out along with a note.

Timo,

I’m returning your spare key, I won’t need it anymore. Maybe your new neighbour will water the plants! I can’t be here anymore, watching you be happy when you single handedly broke my heart.

Nico was right, this ended in tears and you promised you’d never make me cry.

Goodbye T

The paper scrunched in his hand while he huffed, attempting not to let his tears fall.

“It always ends in tears”

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