#ejsmut

[eightmakar]

12 inexperienced w ej 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

side note - my first time off anon whoa

hello person who i've definitely never spoken to off anon

shameless plug go read kasey's new fic born to love you!

12. “I can’t believe you’re this innocent…”

posting nsfweekend blurbs - thanks for all the requests <3

at dinner, every time one of the guys made a sexual joke about you and ej, you blushed. you'd grown up very sheltered, and had less than no experience when it came to dating when you met ej, and despite how horny he always seemed, he cared about you, so he was very patient.

when you got home, you and ej collapsed on the couch. you didn't realize the effect your soft, mindless circles you drew on ej's thigh had on him. he shifted uncomfortably, but you continued on with your motions until erik finally spoke up.

"are you trying to get me hard? because it's working."

"oh," you breathed, blush rising to your face. "i didn't mean to."

"i can't believe you're this innocent..."

you frowned. "is that a bad thing?"

erik leaned in to kiss you, then slowly moved your hand over to his dick. "no, that just means i get to corrupt you."

[eightmakar]

69. Stop the teasing, please... with Erik Johnson!!

nsfweekend!!!

after a long day of work and a series of spicy texts you'd received from erik, you found yourself laying on your massive bed, erik situated in between your legs. he rubbed his large hands over your thighs, getting dangerously close to where you wanted him, but never actually touching you.

"babe," you groaned, "you spent all day texting me about all the things you wanted to do to me, and now that i'm here you're just..."

erik grinned, then leaned in and kissed your core, but then immediately went back to dragging his hands across your thighs, but occasionally added a few soft kisses.

"erik," you said desperately, "stop the teasing, please..."

another kiss on your core. "i don't know, i think this is fun."

"it'd be more fun if you put that mouth to use," you retorted.

"someone's being bratty today," erik commented.

"someone's been teasing me all fuckin' day." you harshly grabbed a handful of his hair and tilted his head back. "so you better get to work."

grinning even wider, erik nodded. "yes ma'am."

[eightmakar]

aaaahh so exciting!!! #52 with ej please <<33 (from the first list you linked)

this one has to be at the races, right? RIGHT???

52. What if I told you I wanted you, right here. Right now?

nsfweekend!!!

the suite at the del mar race was gorgeously air conditioned in the southern california heat. erik was shmoozing some other rich dudes that came to visit, glass of red wine in hand, while you leaned on one of the tall cocktail tables to try and cool off. you were sincerely regretting your choice of dress, a much too short minidress that made you feel like your ass was out at all times.

you felt a hand at the base of your spine, just above your ass, and an iced tea appeared on the table in front of you. you grabbed it and turned to smile at erik.

"you read my mind," you said, taking a grateful sip.

erik leaned in and kissed your temple, but lingered, whispering, "what if i told you i wanted you, right here, right now?"

"i'd tell you that you're a horny old man," you teased.

"meet me in the bathroom in five."

five minutes later, you weren't regretting your dress choice anymore, with it pulled up to your waist, panties at your ankles, bent over the cool granite sink in the surprisingly large bathroom, fighting to suppress the moans that erik was inciting from you.

[eightmakar]

okay but erik johnson not being able to contain himself around you. just his hands on you completely during the celebrations and different parties. his mouth always grazing against your bare shoulder or under your ear. fingers dipping into the crease of your thighs, and always finds time to squeeze your ass at every given moment he has. man has big hands and definitely has a size kink. he’s 6’2 and biggggg

EJ is a HORNY drunk he won’t stop yelling about titty bars

CHAMPS BLURB WEEKEND!

He’s always, always behind you. Hands on your hips when you stand, hands on your inner thigh when you sit next to him.

The more he drinks, the more touchy he gets. Lips on your neck, your shoulder, under your ear. His large hands squeeze your ass anytime the thought comes to his mind—which is frequently.

EJ is huge; he’s tall and broad and loves to remind you of that. He likes to put his hands and arms on walls behind you, likes to lean over you when he talks to you, likes to puff himself up when he’s in front of you.

His touches are much different once you’re alone. Rough squeezes of your breasts, tugs on your nipples. Thick fingers pushing into you, stretching you, brushing your insides with delightful pressure.

He loves laying on top of you while he fucks you, shoving you into the mattress, using his whole body to remind you how much larger he is than you.

You love it.

[eightmakar]

“i could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice” screams EJ to me 🥵

posting the vacation blurbs from last week! 💓

laying out by his pool on a pair of lawn chairs, you and Erik spent his days off in the sun. His teammates seemed to be perpetually at the house, but that didn’t stop him. EJ laid with one hand on your thigh, the other holding a book open, a cold beer in his cup holder.

“You know,” he muttered, glancing up from his book at the few teammates who had gathered at his house for the afternoon, “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

“Erik,” you hissed as his fingers danced dangerously close to your bottoms. He teased you over them, hand fully between your legs.

“Stay still or they’ll see,” EJ replied in a hushed tone. He tugged your bottoms to the side and ran a finger across one of your lips.

“That’s not going to do anything,” you chirped, annoyed.

“I’m aware. But this will.” Erik sank a thick finger inside of you, and you tried to conceal how much you jumped.

“Oh fuck,” you squeaked understand your breath.

EJ command, “Stay still and be quiet so I can make you come, okay?”

[eightmakar]

I met EJ today at his signing and that man is so HOT in person I was literally speechless. I want to know what it'd be like to be under that man after a night of partying omg 🥵

omg i had friends meet ej on saturday too and he looked SO GOOD!!!

finishing the champs blurbs! love u all!

ej rolled his hips against yours, pushing himself deeper inside of you. you dug your fingernails into his bicep. he leaned down and captured your lips in his. his lips tasted like beer, and you were sure yours tasted like your fruity mixed drink you'd made. sweat dripped down his face and he shoved his hair out of his eyes.

"oh my god," you moaned as he brushed deep inside you. "baby, rub my clit, oh god, i'm so close."

ej licked his index and middle fingers, then pressed hard against your clit, rubbing circles into it. he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, snapping his hips harder and harder, until you came around him, moaning his name. you sent him over the edge and he came inside you, grinning like an idiot.

"fuck," he breathed. "we should fuck drunk more often."

[eightmakar]

EJs not married right? Any EJ smut pls 🤤

who knows what EJ’s relationship status is tbh

vacation blurb weekend!!

you breathed slowly through your nose, thumb pressed into your fist to keep your gag reflex at bay as you knelt in front of EJ, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth and brushing the back of your throat.

“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned above you. “Taking me so well, Jesus Christ.”

You gazed up at him through your eyelashes, your eyes watering. The tip of his dick brushed the back of your throat again and you fought off a gag. EJ brought a soft hand to cup your face as he continued to fuck it. He threw his head back in pleasure.

“Shit, babe,” he grunted. “I’m so close, so close.”

You pulled back, tendrils of spit sticking to his cock. You panted desperately to catch your breath while he gently stroked your face some more.

“I want you to come down my throat,” you begged. “Please.”

EJ grabbed your chin, pulled you up a little, leaned down, and kissed you hotly, his tongue invading your mouth. He pulled back and muttered, “That I can do for you.”

[eightmakar]

❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜ with ej please :)

finishing the scf blurbs in my inbox! be on the lookout for the next blurb weekend ;)

Sunlight streamed into your bedroom and onto your face through the crack between the blinds. You squinted and scooted backwards into EJ’s arms, forcing him to be the your big spoon.

EJ wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled your back in closer to him. He placed a few sleepy kisses on your shoulder.

You wiggled your backside into his crotch, teasing his morning wood. He groaned, “Babe, really?”

“What? I just like being close to you. You’re warm,” you giggled.

“Don’t start something you’re not gonna finish,” he said warningly.

You rolled over in his arms and grabbed him through his boxers. “Who said I’m not gonna finish it?”

He groaned again, low in his throat, so you slowly stroked him from base to tip, then back down again. You released your hand from his shaft and leaned in to kiss him teasingly.

“Jerk,” he said.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, then shoved your hand into his underwear. You palmed his head and his mouth fell open.

“Wanna say that again? Or do you wanna get off?”

[eightmakar]

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜ and ❛ here’s my hotel room number. ❜ from smutty prompts for erik johnson

stanley cup final blurb weekend!

“and here’s my room number,” the hot guy in the suit who you’d been flirting with for an hour at the your vacation hotel bar.

“But I don’t even know your name,” you said innocently, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Erik,” he replied. “I’ll meet you upstairs in ten.”

You shivered as he left a twenty on the bar for the bartender. His suit was perfectly tailored, fitting incredible on his fit body. Damn, you were down bad for this man you’d just met.

Ten minutes later you stood in front of his room. You softly knocked on the door, which swung open immediately, and shut the moment YOH were in the room.

Erik’s body was on yours, hot lips sliding against you lips, your neck, your chest. He ground his hips into yours and you could feel how hard he already was, so you decided to tease him a little more. You ghosted your hand across his belt buckle, letting your hand brush against him. You smirked as you felt him twitch.

“So desperate for me already?” he asked. He backed up and threw his suit jacket off. He began to unbutton his dress shirt and you helped, though much slower than he was going.

“Hmm,” you thought. “It seems like you’re the desperate one. Maybe I need to give you a break before we do anything.”

Erik smirked back at you. “It’s hot when you talk back like that, but I can think of a much better use of that mouth of yours.”

Letting your hands drag across him again, thoughts of him in your mouth danced through your mind. You licked your lips and sank down to your knees in front of him and looked up through your eyelashes at him. He simply continued to smirk down at you as you tugged his slacks down.

[eightmakar]

“Shh. There’s people in the other room.” With Ej please<33

stanley cup blurb weekend!

Gabe wanted to have a pre-SCF leadership meeting, which consisted of him, EJ, Nate, Mikko, and several of the other guys meeting to talk through extra film of Tampa Bay. EJ volunteered to have the meeting at his place—well, your place, too, now.

The guys were in the living room, papers and empty beer bottles strewn about. Gabe stood in front of the T.V., pointing out where players like Hedman and Stamkos were on plays. You were curled up in the office next door with the book you were currently reading. The chatter of your boyfriend and his teammates was comforting as you carefully flipped the pages.

“I’ll go get some more,” you heard EJ say, followed by his heavy footsteps. You expected him to pass by the office and go to the kitchen, but he surprised you when he quickly stepped into the doorway.

“Hi?” You said in confusion.

He gently closed the door behind him. “I needed to see your face,” he said with a wicked grin and a glint in his eye.

“Oh god, what idea did you have?”

“You’ll like this one, I promise.”

Erik padded over to the armchair you were curled in and knelt in front of it. He carefully unfolded your legs and you gave him a look.

“Erik…”

“Shh,” he whispered as he dragged his hands up to the buttons of your jeans. “There’s people in the other room.”

You bit your lip and after a quick thought, lifted your ass to allow him to drag your jeans down your legs. His grin widened, he licked his lips and he leaned down to place a few wet kisses on your bare thighs.

“Try to stay quiet.”