#jamie drysdale one shot

[adorethedistance]

First I Love You - Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, sexual references.

Words: 1677

Summary: First I Love You - After a day that gets increasingly worse, Jamie plans a date night to indirectly celebrate your two-month anniversary.

A/n: Cherry is back with a fic after a month of radio silence in typical aodre the distance fashion lol. Anyway! This has been in my drafts forever and I hate it, I can't proof it due to writer's block, and I'm honestly just done staring at it so here ya go!

You can read part 1 of the series of firsts here. The next and final first on the list is first time which is of course gonna be a lil smutty. I might write some Trevor pieces in the interim just depending how I'm feeling.

Today is just one of those days. My class ran much longer than usual and I had to stay after to ask my professor questions before the midterm that night, then I didn’t have time to make myself lunch so I grabbed the pizza rolls from my freezer to heat up at work, then I burned the pizza rolls beyond consumption and did not have any back up food, then I was starving and stressed and unable to use my time at work to study for the exam. I was crying in a puddle of stress and tears. And Jamie didn’t miss a beat. 

Upon hearing how horrible my morning and afternoon had been, he ordered my usual meal from In-N-Out and brought it to me at work so I wouldn’t starve. Then, he offered to make me dinner after I finished my midterm and I tearfully and appreciatively accepted. These little actions of consideration are what have made me fall deeper and deeper in love with Jamie. 

We reached our two months anniversary today but I didn’t make a big deal about it. I feel weird about potentially being one of those couples that celebrates every tiny little milestone like it’s the biggest thing in the world. Still neither of us have said “I love you” yet. But if Jamie continues caring for and about me like this, I’m not sure much longer I can hold it in. That’s why I decided I would tell him tonight.

After cooking dinner for the two of us, and pouring a congratulatory glass of wine to celebrate the 95 I got on my midterm, we laid down on the couch together. Happy and fed, I rest my head on the expanse of his broad chest. Jamie presses a kiss into my hair, bringing his left arm to drape over my shoulders.

“God, 2 months already?!” Trevor asks Jamie incredulously, making me roll my eyes at the playful jab.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Zegras.”

“You’re just mad cause you can’t pull.” Jamie’s accusation makes me laugh at the offended look on Trevor’s face. 

“Don’t get it twisted, I can pull.”

“You just can’t get them to stay?” I ask innocently, absentmindedly messing with Jamie’s fingers. Jamie laughs heartily. He interlaces his with mine to give my hand a gentle squeeze. “But to answer your original question, yes, it’s been 2 months already.” 

The scruff of my boyfriend’s 5 o’clock shadow brushes the back of my hand as he kisses the flat part of my knuckle. Trevor, observing the entire action, leans over the kitchen trashcan and pretends to throw up. Jamie merely laughs and I roll my eyes once more, “Shut the fuck up! You are so dramatic.”

“And for what?” Jamie chimes in which makes me smile to see he’s been picking up some of my mannerisms and phrases as well. That’s been my favorite part of dating him so far. The way his music taste slowly infiltrates mine. The way he now keeps a trashbag in his car after realizing how useful the one in mine is. The way he’s wearing the soft blue hoodie he lent me, for the reason that it now smells like me, which is why I had stolen it from him in the first place.

“I’m happy for you guys, really,” Trevor grabs his car keys from off the granite kitchen counter, “Thank you for rubbing salt into the open wound.”

“Oh my god-” Jamie starts.

“Get out of here!” I finish for him, urging Trevor to leave. 

“I’m gone!” He obliges. Then, Jamie kisses my head again, prompting me to sit up. 

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Mmm… no, actually. If I had to guess, he’s probably going golfing with the guys.”

“No way, he was dressed way too nice for golf…” I trail off, racking my brain for where he could have possibly been headed. Shrugging off the idea, I straddle Jamie’s hips, and look down at him. I smile. Overcome with the warm sensation of staring at my boyfriend. Jamie nudges me with his hips, indicating he would like me to lay back down. Before I comply, I pull my hair back tying it out of the way so I’m free to kiss Jamie as much as I please. He watches my every move, eyes flooded with adoration.

“At practice this morning, McT said he…” Jamie trails off mid sentence. As he was talking, I finished tying my hair back and then leaned down as he had wanted me to. He’s looking at me with eyes slightly widened and lips parted in surprise. 

“What?” I ask, concerned as to why Jamie stopped talking. He simply says,

“You’re really pretty.” The seemingly arbitrary declaration makes me laugh but does nothing to aid my confusion.

“Okay?”

“You’re just so pretty I think I short-circuited.” The earnest confession makes me smile and giggle, so I press a soft kiss to Jamie’s lips.

“You’re cute. So what did Mason say?”

“Oh yeah, he said that he wants to meet you.”

“Really?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over Jamie’s cheekbone. He kisses my palm before responding,

“Despite how much you and Trevor bully each other, he’s told everyone on the team about how cool you are. He kinda took the liberty to do it himself since I do gush about you, but I get shy about it.” Jamie is uncharacteristically speaking out loud his stream of consciousness, and I take a back seat to admire how talkative he can be when he’s with me. A stark contrast to the shy, almost silent boy I’d had my first date with. Noticing how much he’s talking, Jamie ends his rambling but I smile softly, encouragingly,

“It’s unfortunate that the ‘cool girl’ is seemingly the only archetype that consistently receives approval from men, but it is true nonetheless.”

“Yeah, like, it’s not that I need his approval, but it is nice when your boys like your girlfriend… Well, it’s what you said, you just said it better. I’m mansplaining aren’t I?” He asks, bashfully. I roll my eyes and appreciatively kiss his lips once more.

“Get out of your head, Drysdale. Do you have anxiety?” 

“Shut up. I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met who can always tell when I’m overthinking.”

“Maybe I’m just the only one with the audacity to comment on it,” I playfully propose, smiling when I succeed in making Jamie laugh. 

“I don’t think so.”

“We’ll agree to disagree. It’s unlikely, but not impossible.” Dropping the bit, Jamie and I smile at each other, melting into a comfortable silence. He looks at me with soft eyes, pink blush creeping across his cheeks the longer I continue to stare. I rest my left hand on the side of his face once more. I brush my thumb over his cheekbone again, and rub the top of my fingers repeatedly against the stubble adorning his jaw. Jamie lifts his eye brows before saying,

“What, do I need to shave?”

“No. I just like the way it feels.”

“Oh, hey, you said you’re done with school by mid december, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“My mom asked if you were coming to Christmas this year.”

“Did she really?” Jamie hesitates a moment before his brows furrow in sincere disapproval.

“You’ve been my girlfriend for two months now. She will not shut up about meeting you.”

“What? Why?” He then blushes fiercely and cowers his head into the large hoodie he’s slouched on. Jamie doesn’t meet my gaze as he talks,

“I told her all about you the other day.” I bite back the giant smile that prods at my features before replying,

“What did you tell her?”

“Just stuff about you!”

“What stuff about me?!”

“I told her you’re a student and what you’re studying. I told her where you’re from and what your family is like. And I told her about how I stare at you between red lights when we’re going somewhere.” The last piece of information makes me laugh and I tilt my head in confusion.

“How did that last part come up?” It was a simple question, really. One that I hadn’t even bothered to put a lot of thought into; one that came from my basic stream of consciousness. And certainly not one that I imagined would ellicit such a reaction from Jamie. His eyes widened and softened all at once, his blush glowing brighter across his cheeks, and his lips parting to allow the irregular pace of breathing he had now adopted.

“I guess… I called her because I was unsure of what I was feeling…? I was kinda freaking out about it. As I told her about our first date, she said that just talking about you made me visibly happier. She noticed that, even though I wasn’t aware of how happy I’d gotten. Then she demanded to meet you as soon as possible…” Jamie sheepishly looks up at me after finishing his mini monologue. The traces of endeared happiness immediately vanish and Jamie looks at me horrified. In describing how happy I make this boy, I felt tears welling up on my lashes, relieved to be experiencing something so thoroughly mutual.

“Oh my god, please don’t cry I’m sorry!” I laugh through the tears and playfully smack his chest.

“Jamie…”

“You make me really happy, Y/n. Like, really really happy-”

“I love you,” I blurt out. I’m a bit stunned and honestly scared of how quickly this confession escaped me. But I know it’s true. And isn’t that the scariest part?

“I love you too.”

“Really?” I ask through unrelenting tears.

“Yes,” Jamie rests his hands on the tops of my hip bones, “I kind of lied by saying my mom said I looked happy… She said I looked very in love, but I didn’t want to be too forward and say that if you maybe didn’t feel the same way.”

“Bro, you worry so much, are you sure you don’t have anxiety?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

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a/n: copy pasting tags is the best thing that has ever happened to fic writers I think.

[jackhues]

breakfast time - jamie drysdale (valentine's day special)

request: hellooooo! could you do “i could marry you rn” or whatever the valentines day prompt was for jamie drysdale? happy valentines day lovey!!

requested by: anon : )

notes: thank youu, this is a short one, but i really like how it turned out, super cute! thanks for requesting <3

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you couldn’t remember your dream.

it had something to do with a giant red person and some birds. it made no sense, but you knew it was a fun dream. and now you couldn’t even remember it.

with a light groan, you opened your eyes, wondering what woke you up. 

the first thing you realized was that your bed was empty, jamie nowhere to be found. the second thing you realized was that you could hear some music playing from outside your room.

“that’s not a good sign,” you muttered to yourself.

after taking a minute to mentally prepare yourself for the day, you finally got ready, before following the sound of the music.

you head down the stairs, nodding your head along to the taylor swift song, singing quietly. either you were going to walk in on jamie almost burning down the house, or cooking something really wonderful.

you sniffed the air experimentally, sighing in relief as you smelt nothing burning.

continuing your trek towards the kitchen, where the music was the loudest, you were pleasantly surprised to see a shirtless jamie dancing along as he tried to flip a pancake.

you leaned against the doorframe, taking a minute to admire your boyfriend.

he moved the pancake to a plate, setting it on the table, nearly dropping it at the sight of you.

“jesus, y/n,” he muttered. “how long have you been there?”

“long enough to be turned on,” you answered, shrugging.

he laughed, pressing a kiss to your head as you settled in the chair. you grinned at jamie as he passed over your favourite syrup and a glass of orange juice.

“if you asked, i would marry you right now,” you said, taking a bite of the pancake. “this is good. when did you get so good at making pancakes?”

“i’ve always been good at pancakes!” jamie sounded offended.

you raised an eyebrow, remembering the time he nearly burnt down the house, but didn’t push it. after all, he seemed to have improved since then.

besides, the pancakes, the music, jamie wearing a pair of sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips, that was more than enough for you.

[lvrhughes]

Beach Day | J. Drysdale

pairing: Jamie Drysdale x gn!reader?

summary: A beach day with Jamie and Trevor

warnings: none? the ocean?

word count: 0.8k

not my gif!

“Jam please.” you were practically on your knees, begging for one beach day. 

“No, we’re busy.” his tone stern, making a point of how badly he did not want to go.

“Jamie, we are not you or Trevor. You know, maybe I’ll go with Trev.” The quick change from begging to getting up to leave had Jamie spinning, jealousy clouding his decisions. 

“No you won’t, we’re going.” The words falling out before he could think, covering his mouth in realization when he heard what he’d done.

“Yes! You’re the best Jam!” The enthusiasm radiated off you, jumping around the space, while Jamie stood frozen.

“Shit.” He managed to mumble out, reaching for his phone to call Trevor, mumbling about if he had to go, he is not suffering alone.

“Hey Jimbo.” The call was answered quickly, Trevor's voice flooding the line.

“You’re coming to the beach with us.”

“What?” Trevor’s stunned voice eliciting a laugh.

“Y/n’s making me go to the beach, you're coming too.” 

Jamie was thankful he put no protest, running over to the house quickly, sporting the most colourful shorts he owned.

“Trevor, what are you wearing?” the question came out as more of a laugh, Jamie snickering behind you.

“It’s a beach day, gotta wear the best.” Trevor grinned, throwing his towel on the couch as he did a spin. 

It was a short drive to the beach, Trevor somehow being forced into the backseat of his own car. His argument that it was the best beach vehicle winning, yet losing the fight of who should drive. 

“We’re here!” Trevor immediately ran out of the car, running laps like a child. 

“Calm down, Z.” Jamie’s annoyed expression fueled Trevor’s antics, running over to his best friend to pick him up. “Trevor Zegras, if you don’t put me down you idiot!” 

The further Trevor ran, the quieter Jamie’s scolding got, making you laugh. Quickly grabbing the rest of the belongings in the Bronco, finding the keys and locking it shortly. RUnning down to where you could see two wet Anaheim ducks.

“What happened?” you laughed, seeing Jamie’s scowl as he sat on the sand like a child. Giving him a towel before turning to Trevor, who looked like a guilty puppy.

“What did you do, Z?” somehow more guilt covered his eyes, looking down before mumbling an answer. 

“I threw him in, then he tackled me.” It was a fight not to burst out laughing at the confession, seeing Jamie's slight smile out of the corner of your eye, proving he wasn’t completely mad. 

“Did you apologize?” It was like scolding children, watching Trevor walk around you to say sorry to Jamie. 

“You’re both children, I hope you know that.” You giggled, earning a glare from Trevor.

“Oh yeah?” Jamie challenged, getting up to walk closer to you. 

“Don’t do it Jam.” 

“Don’t do what?” his movements never halted, earning you to step back with each step forward he placed. 

“If you throw me in the ocean, I swear jamie-” The words cut off when you fell, falling into the sand as Jamie scooped you into his arms. “Jamie no!” 

The pleas useless as he wadded into the water, fake dropping you every so often. 

“Jamie, please, I love you baby, don’t do this.” the pleas falling from your lips, arms wrapped around his neck tightly, at least if he were to drop you, he’d come in too. 

“Yeah, I love you too babe, but what was that about being children?” 

“Jame, I take it all back, you’re not children, just don’t drop me! It’s cold!” 

“How would you know? I think you feel pretty warm.” Jamie’s tone teasing, his arms still holding you against him. 

“Because you’re wet, and you feel cold.” 

“Hmm” He pretended to think, before shaking his head. “I think we’ll go for a dip.” 

“Jamie!” the words useless when he dove into the water, getting up quickly returning to the surface to carry you out. 

“You fucker.” You practically growled, Jamie laughing at the tone, Trevor sat smiling at the whole ordeal. 

Setting you down on a towel Trevor had laid out, settling on one beside you. Turning to look at you while you glared away from him, facing the water. 

“Baby.” Still refusing to look at him, instead starting a conversation with Trevor. 

“Baby doll!” He whined beside you, his arms circling your waist to pull you back onto him. 

“Jamie!” A squeal like sound escaping your lips as he threw your body over his, laying you down on his towel. “What are you doing?” 

His body now covering yours, laying on top of you. His arms circled your waist, keeping you tight against him, as if he wasn’t already pressed into you. 

“Jam.” 

“I want your attention!” He groaned, rolling slightly off but keeping his hold. 

“You have it babes.” You giggled, his face buried in your neck.

[luvrhischier]

broken promises // trevor zegras

 pairing: trevor zegras x reader

word count: 846

warnings: scenario is similar to a scene in the new season of tsitp (obviously not word for word)

requested: yes - “If you watch tsitp can you make a one shot about Trevor like this https://youtu.be/uLuqB03JkPk ”

a/n: don’t click the link if you haven’t watched season two of tsitp

He had been acting weird for weeks, shutting you out, not explaining why. But now here you were, at some Ducks charity event and the only thing you cared about was that you couldn't take much more of this. You couldn't take downing another glass of champagne hoping to get drunk enough to convince yourself that this was all in your head. That you were not losing him. You tried to look over at him but his back was turned to you. You needed to get out of here.

"I'm gonna step out to get some air," you whispered to Jamie. You didn't wait for a response, you couldn't you needed to get out of there as fast as possible.

You walked out the front door to the covered patio and saw the rain pouring down. You sighed deeply before leaning back against the wall. The door opened and you should have been happy that it was Trevor but you only wanted to scream. You pushed yourself off the wall and walked past him. You stopped then turned to see that he was sheepishly making his way towards you.

"I'm sorry," was all he whispered.

"Sorry for what exactly?" 

"I don't know." He looked down and his shoes. You scoffed.

"You don't know? Wow. Well do you at least know why you've been shutting me out for weeks now?" 

"I'm sorry, I don't know why you're still here," he muttered, before trying to walk away only making it a few steps before you yelled at him and he turned around.

"Stop saying you're sorry if you don’t know what you’re sorry for! I am still here in this stupid dress and these stupid heels for you! And now I am still here in the cold for you! Because I don't want you to leave. Because I want to be there for you and help you through whatever is going on. Because I love you!"

His silence was louder than the thunder surrounding you. If he wasn't going to respond, you were going to continue saying what you’ve been holding in for weeks.

"I am here because we both said that we wanted each other from now until we're both old and grey. That is supposed to be our future together and shutting me out and running away will ruin it all. So please just let me back in, let me help you with whatever is going on. We can leave right now and go home and talk, please." You were begging. You were begging him to stay. 

"No," he finally spoke. Oh, that wasn't what you wanted him to say. "I'm not good enough for you. I'm a screw up and I have done nothing but let you down. You're better off without me." He turned back around to walk away.

"Who says you're not good enough for me?! When did I say you let me down?! Please tell me when I said that because I don't remember."

"You didn't have to."

"No, don't you dare pull that, 'I didn't have to' bullshit! I didn't have to because I have never felt, said or even thought that you let me down."

"I'm sorry," he apologized for the third time as he turned away from you for the second time. 

"Say it." You ran after him into the pouring rain and grabbed his arm. "Say it right now."

"Say what?" He tried not turn around this time but you forced him to.

"That we're over. That this is the end. That you are breaking up with me," your voice kept on breaking, those words tasted like poison in your mouth.

"Please don't make me," he whispered.

"No say it! If you are strong enough to turn around and walk away while I am here in the pouring rain begging you to stay then you are strong enough to actually say it and if you won't say it I will."

"I can't."

"You walking away with no explanation will be the first time you've let me down. It means that I have wasted years of my life and my love on you. It makes you a coward, Trevor Zegras" He almost took a step towards you but he took a few steps back instead. "If you walk away right now that is the end. You can never come back. No second chances, no do overs, nothing. We're over," you screamed, thankful that the rain was hiding your tears.

"I have to." That's it. That was the moment your heart completely shattered.

"Fine, then take this with you." You marched up to him and ripped the promise ring off your finger and held it out to him.

"No, please keep that," he softly pleaded.

"No. This ring was supposed to mean forever and you've ruined that. There is no forever for you and me anymore. So take this stupid ring and go." He still wouldn't take it. Finally tired of waiting you grabbed his arm and forced it into his hand. 

You looked at him one last time, before walking away. 

"Please," you could hear him cry from behind you.

It was too late. 

He had made his choice. 

He had let you go.

[equallyshaw]

toronto birthday, pt 2 to california christmas with jamie drsdale.

Warnings: angst.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part one:

Can be read as a stand-alone :)

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tara sat in her mom's kitchen in toronto, and was eating a snack while she read a book. it was currently may, and the ducks were officially out of the playoffs contention, so she had been waiting for jamie to come back now that he was free to. she had missed him since she visited him for spring break, and hadn't seen him since march. delilah her mom's girlfriend walked in with coffee and she silently thanked her.

"have you heard from him?" she questioned, and tara shook her head. "he'll text, dont worry t." delilah reassured her and she smile softly as delilah walked out. her brother jonathan strolled in, stealing a sip from his sister's coffee. "ew, thats grosss." she complained, making jonathan laugh out loud. jonathan leaned on the counter across from her, "have you heard anything? z?" tara questioned her older brother and he shook his head. though he was lying, so was delilah.

tara walked into toronto cafe, later that afternoon to grab some coffee and a cinnamon roll to snack on. she sat down, texting away on her phone with her bestfriend lauren who was in on what was gonna be happening the next day. "tara?" she heard from next to her and she knew that voice. it was her ex boyfriend, erik. she looked up and it was indeed him. his eyes flickered to the empty chair in front of her and then back at her. she noticied that and caved. "would you like to sit?" she questioned and he nodded softly, not trying to ruin the moment.

"how have you been?" she asked sipping her iced coffee, and he smiled. a genuine smile. "im good, schools good. how have you been?" he asked sipping his hot latte. "its been fine, as expected." she mused, a small smile shown. "hows dad? mom? brothers?" he asked leaning back in his chair. she mirrored him, "they are good! brothers trucking away at hockey ofcourse. dad is about to celebrate hit anniversary and mom is mom." she stated. he nodded, "you doing anything for your birthday?" he questioned, curiously. she shrugged, "i haven't heard anything." she said honestly, as if her birthday was not tomorrow. "really? nothing?" he questioned, taken back a bit. "nada. everybody has been busy. though my best friend promised to take me to timmies for coffee and breakfast." she rememberd. he nodded, "lauren?" he asked and tara nodded. "well-- if you don't have anything happening...i'd love to take you out for old time sakes." he said nervously, trying to gage her reaction. she sighed, unsure. "i dont know erik.." she said looking behind him for a brief moment. and that's when she saw him. jamie.

her eyebrows creased, as the two met eye to eye. his sling completley gone, his skin golden, even more freckles kissed upon his cheeks and nose. his mouth parted, mid step; unsure if he should order coffee or leave. he wasn't meant to be seen, but he also wasn't expecting to see tara the girl he truly liked; sitting nonchalantly with her ex. her pos ex. she looked down at her coffee feeling like she had been caught red handed, she wasn't hiding anything, she didn't come with or expect to see erik. she looked back up, about to go up to him but he was gone. the sound of the door a second later. she stood up, grabbing her coffee and without a goodbye; she hurried after jamie.

"jamie!" she screamed jogging over towards him. he had his toronto car with him, and he hopped in ignoring the girl. "jamie!" she screamed again, and stopped next to his door. he didn't move, and a few seconds later he looked over at her. he saw the confusion and hurt written all over her face. "jamie." she said, defiently. he sighed, rolling down his window to reveal trevor next to him. "you fools!" she yelled, grinning. "what do you want tara? seems like your occupied." jamie said with attitude, his eyes flicking back to see erik walking out looking for tara. she looked back to and growled. "im not with him. he happened to be there at the same time i was. that's it. i would never reach out to him. i promise. im not hiding a thing!" she defended, hoping to see the genuineness in her eyes. jamie looked down at her, before trevor told her to hop in. as she did so, jamie hit trevor softly in the ribs; without her seeing.

the two boys drove her to her mom's house. she hopped out, stopping next to jamie's door. "please, just please text me so we can meet. we need to talk, talk about us." she whispered the last part. he nodded, rolling up his window and she stood there for a second, before walking towards her house. how did their relationship just blow up in a matter of 20 seconds?

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lauren pulled up at tara's house with coffee and her sandwich in hand. tara grinned, plucking it from her hands and they drove off to a spot they used to go to during highscool. they ate, catching up as if they hadn't seen eachother in years, though it had only been a week. only a week. she asked about jamie, and told her what happened. lauren silently cursed him, he had ruined the surprised he had wrangled lauren in for her. "im sure he's fine." lauren mused, whilst typing away an angry message for him. "youre an idiot drysdale!!! you know she frequents that coffee shop downtown omg" she sent and then shut her phone.

"well lets go shopping." lauren smiled, putting the jeep in drive and jetting off. t-6 hours until the surprise. the two spent two hours paroozing and shopping at various canadian brands and some international brands. lauren splurging and buying tara a necklace for her birthday from tiffany, which the latter begged her not to. little did the birthday gal know, but that was curtesy of jamie. the two headed back to lauren's house to get ready for their dinner date that tara believed that had. she settled on a black strapless dress, hugging her curves perfectly and slicked her hair half up half down for the occasion. lauren walked up behind the birthday girl with a small bday cake, and tara smiled widely in the bathroom mirror. "awe, lauren- you didnt have to." she frowned and turned around in the swivel chair. she smiled down at the cake, illuminated with candels. "lets get a pic on the bed!" lauren said and moving into the bedroom quickly. tara chuckled, laying down halfway and posing with it. she blew out the candles, hoping that this year. her 21st year on life, would be her best yet.

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the two walked hand in hand to the more upscale toronto restaurant. tara's eyebrows creased as lauren pulled her past the hostess, and away from the main dining area. "lauren?" tara questioned as they went down a hallway. lauren stalled in front of the door that was open, and pushed tara towards doorway. "SURPRISE!!!!" the group of friends and family yelled. tara brought her hand to her mouth, gasping and then turned towards lauren; instantly hugging her best friend. "oh my god, hi!!!!" she turned back around and waved. she found her brother's jonathan and erik, her dad and his wife. along with her mom and delilah. she made her way over to her brothers who instantly took her in for a big hug. "SO glad we pulled this off." the two brothers smiled high fiving one another. "with my help ofcourse." lauren mused, and the brothers agreed. "all they did was get the hockey dudes here." lauren grinned, pointing towards the players. tara turned around seeing jamie drysdale, trevor zegras, owen powers and hig gf, mason mctavish, brendan brisson and thomas bordealou. just some friends that jonathan had made along his journey to the nhl. who in turn, loved tara more than jonathan. much to his dismay ofcourse.

tara caught the eye of jamie and gave him a small grin, to which he returned with a smile. so maybe the situation earlier, was forgotten? "here!" lauren yelled, pushing a glass of vodka cranberry into her hand and tara rolled her eyes playfully before taking a big sip. "woah slow down there girlie!!! we dont need you passing out too early." she heard the famous and cheery voice of trevor. she turned around and stuck her tongue out. "we dont talk about that time." she playfully snarled, causing him to clutch his chest as he laughed. "not my fault your a lightweight and didn't tell us!" he defended him self and she gave him a vulgar gesture, to which he replied with a big smile. "imma leave you two to settle things." trevor said pulling jamie away from the group he was in and in front of tara. tara swallowed nervously. "happy birthday." he smiled. she smiled, "thankyou jamie." she smiled back. "liste-" "Im sor-" the two said at the time time, to which tara blushed.

"im sorry, that i freaked out. i was also nervous, because you had seen me when you weren't supposed to." he explained and she nodded. "i had no right to, and i apologize." he added and she nodded again. she leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. "thankyou." was all she said before going around and talking to people.

it was around 11:30 when the two found one another again, on the dance floor. tara was on her 3rd vodka cranberry and was feeling it in her bones. the song 'you belong with me' was blasting, therefore trevor was belting the song along with jamie and tara on the top of their lungs. jamie held tara in his arms, in front of him as they did so. the song turned to the archer, and at the end as the beat began to up, so did the group of younglins. 'cause they see right through me' was screamed throughout the private room. lauren and tara jumped up and down, now that their heels were discarded an hour earlier. and to end the night, mr brightside played causing tara to laugh loudly. this was one of the songs that played during jamies, trevors and mason's party during her spring break.

jamie and tara looked at one another, dancing to the song. it was almost as if the final song was played in slow motion. tara at one point during the first bridge, pulled jamie in for a big kiss. with trevor and mason eyes widening, and freaking out. lauren laughed along with owen powers gf, as the two watched. the two pulled apart, smiling at one another. their breathing heavy and their hearts pounding. he twirled her one last time, and the song was over.

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tara woke up the following morning in jamie's hotel room he had booked for the evening. she found him staring at her, dazed with exhaustion. "hi." she hummed, leaning up and kissed him. he pulled her in again, gently pulling her chin back up. "happy first full day of being 21." he whispered before pulling her in for another kiss, by her necklace but paused. "glad my money was well spent." he nodded towards the necklace. she was confused for a moment before realizing. "you cheeky boy." she grinned.

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A Shot at Love: meet the 12 eligible bachelors

It’s time to reveal the 12 eligible bachelors on this season of A Shot at Love: an nhl dating show au!

Get to know our 12 eligible bachelors, and the special guest hosts of our show, below!

Remember to mark your calendars, A Shot at Love: an nhl dating show au premiers Friday July 19th at 7pm EST!

A Shot at Love is pleased to announce that this season’s hosts are Paul Bissonnette and Ryan Whitney!

These two characters are ready to lead our lovely bachelorette through the journey of finding a shot at love with one of our lucky 12 bachelors!

Be prepared for plenty of Pink Whitney shots, and shameless sponsorship plugs (these washed up guys gotta make money somehow, why do you think they took this gig?). They might even have a few special guests stopping by the mansion!

And now let’s meet the 12 eligible bachelors!

Nico Hischier | 25, from Switzerland

Captain of the New Jersey Devils. Sweeter than Swiss Chocolate. Like quite frankly might be the sweetest man on planet earth. Enjoys adventures outdoors, movie nights, and a good puzzle. Loves working out, but be aware he definitely will always have a better butt than you. Very patient as he deals with Jack Hughes all day long. Nico is looking for a forever music festival date.

Jamie Drysdale | 22, from Toronto

His on ice skills make up for those he lacks in the style department. But that’s where you come in, Jamie needs a girl who can improve his fashion sense (cause Trevor clearly didn’t do much for him). He takes pride in his flow, so you never have to worry about him making fun of your self care routine. Jamie enjoys country music, shoulder rubs, and puppies.

Matt Rempe | 22, from Calgary

You’ll never have to worry about being taller than him in heels, as he is quite literally a giant. He loves a good book, and is even the co-founder of the first ever Rangers Book Club with Chris Kreider. Not afraid to fight for you. Guaranteed to make you laugh with his silly catch phrases. Looking for a girl who isn’t scared to clean his battle wounds.

Vince Dunn | 27, from Kawartha Lakes

The best mix of cocky, sweetheart, and a little bit of airhead. Knows he’s attractive, but will still be a complete goofball. A connoisseur of alcohol, could definitely recommend a wine or two. He enjoys video games, nights out, and binge watching a good Netflix show. He isn’t afraid to show his tough side if it comes to fighting for what he wants. Vince is looking for a girl to travel the world in the offseason enjoying the cuisine every country has to offer.

Jack Eichel | 27, from Chelmsford

His real name is John, but he goes by Jack. Be aware he is always going to be the diva of the relationship. Loves any sort of competitive activity, but will never let you win, and will always whine if he loses. Has a big heart and enjoys philanthropic work. Jack will never fail to make you laugh, always having a funny story to tell about another teammate. Jack is looking for a girl who is up for Brunch on Sunday’s, with football on the tv.

Mat Barzal | 27, from Coquitlam

Unique already because he spells his name with one T and not two, Mat is an all around catch. He speaks French, is obsessed with vacations to Italy, and prides himself on his physique. He’s not afraid of designer clothes, and you can guarantee he will buy you nice things. Mat is looking for a girl who will ride scooters with him Italy, and have a cold drink waiting for him on the golf cart after he sinks a hole in one.

Trevor Zegras | 23, from Bedford

Fasten your seatbelt, because with Trevor life is always in the fast lane. Trevor is a ball of energy that will always keep you guessing. Quite possibly a 10 year old trapped in a 23 year olds body. Whether you laugh at his jokes or not, Trevor will always be laughing. He enjoys music festivals, video games, and running his mouth 24/7. If you don’t end up choosing him he’s got Cole and the Hughes brothers as backups.

Quinn Hughes | 24, Bloomington

Don’t be fooled by his demeanor, Quinn is a big teddy bear. Captain of the Vancouver Canucks, he’s got a good amount of pressure on his shoulders. So Quinn enjoys time at the lake house to relax in the off season. Whether it be time on the boat, a round of golf, or time with family, Quinn loves taking time to recharge. He may be shy or soft spoken at first, but when he opens up he’s the biggest goofball. Quinn is looking for a girl that doesn’t mind annoying younger brothers.

Auston Matthews | 26, from Scottsdale

Not necessarily familiar with winning when it counts, but he sure knows how to score. Auston enjoys a day spent outdoors, walking his dog, and is even a closet sewer! So no more trips to the seamstress for you! He is also friends with Justin Bieber, so your wedding singer is already on lock. Auston is looking for a girl who will stick by his side through the ups, but more importantly the downs (cause knowing Toronto there will probably be a few).

Cole Caufield | 23, from Mosinee

The biggest Swifty in the league, though he tries to hide his love for her. He bought a party bus for T Swift, imagine the things this man would buy for you. His smile could light up any room, and there will never be a day he doesn’t make you laugh. Don’t get offended if he occasionally needs time with his boys (Trevor and Jack), they might let you fourth wheel if you’re lucky. Cole is looking for a girl to laugh at all his jokes and belt out T Swift at karaoke after a few beers.

Luke Hughes | 20, Manchester

The youngest of the Hughes brothers, and the youngest in the race for love. Though Luke very much is mature for his age. He prides himself on his attention to detail and how much he’d learn about you from one conversation. Luke enjoys a relaxing Sunday where you stay under the blankets and watch trashy reality tv. He is soft spoken, but your one on one conversations is where he chooses to open up. Luke is looking for a girl who can keep him sane but also bring out his wild side.

John Marino | 27, Easton

Probably the smartest man in the competition, he went to Harvard for crying out loud. John is a big fan of Fall, so he will gladly enjoy all the activities it brings and support your fall girl aesthetic. His ideal night in when he has a day off would be board games or a movie with lots of snacks. He loves to brighten your day with random facts, half of them not ones you believed because they were so random. John is looking for a girl who knows of anything fun to do in Utah, because seriously what is this city boy supposed to do in Utah?

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pls write more Jamie!!!!!

ask and you shall receive!!!!

drinking game

jamie drysdale x fem! reader

warnings?: alcohol, smut, unprotected sex (🙅🏻‍♀️), oral fem receiving, fluff

(this is an older draft that i edited, apologies for any mistakes🙏🏻)

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as the sun began to set on the warm city of anaheim, the alcohol began to come out from the shadows, courtesy of none other than.... you guessed it! trevor zegras. he planned this gathering weeks ago in preparation for the start of the regular season. which of course jamie was elected to host.

"alright bitches let's get this damn show on the road." he says holding two packs of smirnoff ices mason just behind him with a 24 pack of twisted teas and a 12 pack of michelob ultra.

"this is all you got?" jamie asks, walking into the room.

"we still have a bunch of of shit from the last few weeks jimbo we're fine." he scoffs placing everything on the counter. jamie's dark damp hair falls over his face as he sets his phone down on the arm of the couch. he runs his fingers through his hair brushing it out of his face and joins everyone in the kitchen as you had already cracked open a few drinks. apparently a few sips was enough for you to find jamie's simple gestures insanely attractive.

"hey y/n, can you pass me a smirnoff?" jamie asks nodding to the pack of originals on the counter near me.

"yeah here." you say passing him one. he opens the bottle eagerly and downs it like water. apparently you were staring because you were snapped out of your thoughts when jamie said your name.

"i was staring wasn't i?" you ask, your cheeks burning red.

"yep, but i was gonna ask if you wanted to shot gun with me?" he asks holding up three twisted teas.

"oh yeah of course, why do you have three?" you ask.

"two for me because i'm trying to get sloshed." he smiles handing you one. you follow the pale canadian into the backyard anxiously.

"ok on my count." jamie says holding up his hand counting down on his fingers. once he hits 1 you crack open the cans and down the drink as quickly as possible. considering you don't drink too often, you were already pretty drunk.

"can you go grab us another ice?" jamie asks as he is about to down the second one.

"yeah of course." you say trying not to trip and face plant your way back into the house. you return with the drinks and he opens your bottle handing it to you before opening his.

"cheers m'lady" he smirks.

"cheers." he says as you both take a swig.

"hey guys, alex brought a drinking game kate made, wanna play?" mason asks sticking his head through the doorway.

"yeah we're coming." jamie says smiling and finishing his drink. you follow him back into the house and sit side by side around a large board on the living room floor. you sat and listened as kate and alex explained the rules, which were straight forward. roll the dice, move that many spaces and do what the square says. everyone picks a game piece and start. the first round was light only taking a few sips of drinks and a few shots of malibu. needless to say, you were incredibly drunk and probably obviously eye fucking jamie sitting right next to you.

"alright y/n you landed on dare. who do you want to give you the dare?" kate asks you.

"uhm.... trevor." you say not knowing what he was gonna say. he gives alex a smirk and then opens his mouth to speak, "i dare you, to kiss jamie for 30 seconds."

your eyes go wide.

“what?”

"don't 'what' me you've been eye fucking him for the last 10 minutes." he laughs. you look to your right where jamie sat, looking completely unbothered.

"fine." you say climbing lazily into his lap. you place both of your hands on his face and colliding your lips. his hands find there way to your waist as he deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping your bottom lip to open. immediately, you feel your panties soak with moisture. he pats your ass cheek to signal that your time was done. once you separate you take a second to look into his eyes and what you saw was not what you expected from him.

pure lust.

you climb off his lap back into my spot, sitting criss cross quickly and adjust the leggings you’re wearing.

"¡ honestly don't even know what to say." kate laughs and everyone joins. including you and jamie with hesitant laughs as our eyes lock again.

"ok anyways jamie, you got 4." she says and he moves his piece 4 spaces.

"take as many shots as rolled on the dice." he says aloud," how about chug for 5 seconds."

"sure." alex says. jamie grabs onto the neck of the malibu and takes a few decent gulps.

"fuck." he says feeling the effects. as the game continues, the tension between jamie and you had only grown. you’ve scooted closer together and his hand has found his way onto your leg.

"HA I WIN!" mason yells, downing the rest of his drink. everyone stands up to go your separate ways again.

jamie grabs onto your hand and guides you to the empty kitchen. he leans back onto the counter, pulling you with him by your hands. your hands find their way to his chest as you look up into his big blue eyes.

"you can't keep looking at me like that." he says smoothing his hands down your back and stopping on your ass.

"but maybe it's because i want something." you say basically pulling out the puppy dog eyes.

"y/n there's a bunch of people here." he says hesitantly lifting his hand off your ass and directing your gaze to the window.

"and you have a bedroom, with a door that locks." you say patting him on the chest. he sits and stares at you for another moment.

"my fucking god, how can i say no to you?" he says leaning down and connecting your lips again, this time more passionately, knowing that no one is around. after a few moments you hesitantly break the kiss.

"come on let's go hang out with them for a little bit." he says surprisingly.

"jamie please." you beg grabbing fist fulls of his shirt.

"y/n come on, we can go sit out with them while they drink more and then we can go up okay?" he asks brushing a strand up hair out of your face.

"but why can't we just go now?"

"would you just trust me for a second?" he says clearly having an alterier motive.

"okay." you say as he kisses you one more time before guiding you by the small of your back out to the fire pit. he sits down on the loveseat and you go to sit next to him, which he stops you and pulls you onto his lap and jumps into conversation casually. you stare at him like an alien for a moment while his hands so casually rested around your ass. you’re painfully aware of how close you are.

at this point you’re longing for him. you keep shifting on his lap trying to hide the horny bitch you were becoming, while hopefully torturing him in the process. his hands tighten their grip on you

. "go upstairs." he whispers in your ear.

"and say what to them?"

"just say you're going to the bathroom because you don't feel great or something. i'll be up there in five." he replies and you stand up.

"hey guys, i'm gonna head to the bathroom, i'm not feeling great. i may call it a night."

"aw but you're staying over right?" trevor asks.

"yeah yeah, just gonna go maybe take a cold shower or something." you say finally escaping and making your way up the stairs into jamie's room. knowing that jamie would soon be up there for you is already enough to leave your underwear dripping.

you sat anxiously on the bed, picking at your nails waiting for him to walk through the door. a few slow minutes go by and you finally hear the knob turn.

"sorry i kept you waiting love, i told them i was coming to check on you and they just kept trying to get me to stay."

"it's okay, you're here now," you say standing up and walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

"do you know how hard it was for me to control myself with you squirming like that, i could barely keep my dick in line." he says separating your lips.

"i'm sorry, i couldn't help myself. i wanted you so bad."

"now i know we're both drunk but are you sure you wanna do this?" he asks you keeping his hands placed gently on your sides.

"yes of course i do. drunk words are sober thoughts jamie. i've always had a little crush on you." you giggle pressing the side of your head to his chest and hugging onto him.

"come here." he says beckoning you over to the bed, pulling you on top of him as he laid on his back. he connects your lips hungrily as his tongue begs for entry, which is immediately given. you run your hands up his toned chest under his shirt, signaling for him to remove it which he quickly does. you break apart the kiss, sitting up and removing your shirt. he sits up to meet you and connecting your lips again as you feel the bulge in his pants push against you. he groans at the contact.

"fuck i need you jamie." you say growing hornier by the millisecond. hastily, you remove the rest of our outer layer leaving you both only in underwear. he stands looking at you for a few moments before walking over to you, touching your chests together. he runs his fingers gently down your sides, trailing goosebumps behind them.

"you're so gorgeous y/n." he whispers, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck.

"you're just teasing me at this point jam, please i want you."

"i'm being serious though angel." he says trailing kisses on your jawline.

"come on." you say pulling him by his waist to the bed.

"lay down." he says and you do so. he pulls you by my calves towards the edge of the bed and carefully removes your underwear.

"jamie what are you doing?"

"you've been so gorgeous tonight so i'm all about you." he says kissing your inner thighs leading closer and closer to your core. your breath hitches when his tongue makes immediate, intense contact with your clit making your eyes roll into the back of my head.

"fuck jamie." you moan out, tangling your fingers in his dark locks. his tongue moves in thorough circles before he slips two fingers in unexpectedly making the knot in your stomach tighten harder.

"oh my fucking god." you choke on my words. you knew you were closed based on the ever building ecstasy you felt in my body.

"i'm gonna, i'm-fuck." you say cumming way quicker than you originally expected. he stands up with a wide, lustful smirk on his face and you sit up bringing his face to your, not caring that he was just face deep in your pussy.

"i want you." you say grabbing onto his face as you break apart. you feel him unclasp your bra and you free yourself of it.

"have me." he says, backing away and removing his boxers, stroking his dick a few times. he pulls your legs apart and bends your knees close to your chest. he looks down lining himself up with your entrance and he begins to push in slowly.

"god fuck." you say gripping onto the sheets. you had fucked a few guys but no one near the size of jamie.

"do you want me all the way in or do you need a second?"

"all the way, just wait until i tell you to move."

"whatever you want baby." he says, pushing a significant amount of dick all the way into you.

"you're so big jamie." you say gritting my teeth. he leans over, placing his hands on either side of your head.

"we don't have to do this." he says.

"no no i want to, so bad." you say kissing him desperately again. once you feel comfortable with his size you nod signaling for him to move. he begins thrusting his hips slowly, completely filling you up with each push.

"you feel so good y/n." he says huffing between words. you place your hands on his back as he begins to pick up his speed very slowly. never once had a man ever made you feel the way jamie is making you feel. the euphoric feelings you were experiencing was almost over stimulating. by the time he reaches a quick pace, your nails are digging into his back.

"so so good for me baby." he says continuing his pace yet kissing you so lovingly.

"oh my god jamie i'm close." your voice comes out in a whisper close to his ear.

"yeah that's my girl right there." he says, somehow deepening his thrusts sending your eyes shooting into the back of my head. your walls begin to clench around him knowing you would be reaching your second climax very soon.

"oh fuck fuck." you say finally releasing the built up pressure in my abdomen.

"i'm almost there." he says fucking you right through my orgasm, moments later feeling his warm seed spilling into you.

"fuck oh my god." you say as he lays down on your chest, staying inside of you. he kisses up your chest up to your lips leaving a smile on your face. he pulls out and grabs all of your clothes off the floor, tossing them into his hamper.

"let me get you cleaned up and grab you some clean clothes." he says kissing you on the cheek before going into his bathroom to soak a rag with warm water to wipe you clean.

you lean up to go dig into your bag that was coincidentally already in his room and he stops you.

"no stay there, ill get it." he says digging into your bag, grabbing only your spare underwear before digging into his drawers for a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. he hands them to you one by one as you put them on.

"so beautiful." he says, sounding completely sober, knowing he's not. you blush at his words, still buzzing from the alcohol.

"what are you gonna tell everyone?" you ask getting under his covers.

"i'm gonna go tell them you were sick so i helped you shower and put you in bed so im gonna stay in here with you."

"oh, okay." you smile not expecting him to want to stay up here with you.

"i'll be right back okay? get comfortable." he says shutting the door behind him. a few short minutes later he returns to his room smiling.

"you didn't tell anyone did you?"

"no no don't worry. they think it's sweet that i want to help you."

"well you didn't help me in the way they think." you wink at him and he laughs, joining you in bed. he pulls you over to lay on his chest as you sat in silence for a few moments.

"so what now?" you ask quietly.

"what do you mean?"

"is this just a fuck and done thing or like what's next?" you repeat.

"y/n, i like you. my feelings for you have grown by miles tonight." he says rubbing his hand up and down your back underneath the shirt. all you can do is lean up and smile at him.

"you like me?" you giggle.

"yeah i do." he smiles back.

"prove it." you say with a fake attitude. he gently pulls you by your chin and kisses you deeply.

"was that enough proof for you?" he laughs.

"i think so." you blush, "i like you a lot too by the way."

"prove it." he says mocking you and you roll my eyes, locking your lips with his, your hand placed delicately on his cheek.

"was that enough proof for you?" you reply mocking him this time nuzzling your head into his neck.

"¡ would say yes." he replies holding you closer as you drift off into a peaceful sleep together for the first time.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Head In The Clouds

Summary: As you both leave the scene of your tryst, you both look forward to whatever the future may hold for the clearly lovestruck relationship.

Warnings: Teasing, Pining, Established relationship, Kissing, PWP, Unprotected sex, Public sex, Technically Car sex.

Word Count: 6.9k

Jamie Drysdale and his girlfriend were preparing for a team barbecue. Jamie rummaged through his closet, debating between a casual shirt and a more formal button-down. He glanced over at you, who gracefully applied a touch of makeup in front of the mirror. "Hey, babe, what do you think? Button-up or casual?" Jamie asked, holding up the two options for your approval. You glanced up from your reflection, your eyes flickering over the shirts Jamie held up. "Hmm, decisions, decisions," you teased, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. You set down your makeup brush and walked over to him. Your fingers smoothed over the soft fabric of the causal shirt before moving to the button-up, feeling its smoothness. "You know, you look good in both," you said, thoughtfully tilting your head to the side. "Hmm… I think the casual shirt suits you better," you said, turning your gaze back to the mirror as you delicately applied some mascara. "It's a barbecue, after all. You don't want to be too formal, and the casual shirt will be more comfortable in the summer heat."

Jamie chuckled at your response. He looked at the casual shirt in his hands, then back at you, appreciating your opinion. "You're right, as usual," he replied, putting the button-up back into the closet. "I guess I need to remember that it's supposed to be a fun, laid-back event. Thanks, babe." He changed into the casual shirt, and then went over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking at your reflection in the mirror. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way." A pleasant shiver ran through you as Jamie's arms encircled your waist. His words, full of tenderness and admiration, sent a flutter through your pulse. You leaned into his embrace, a soft smile playing upon your lips as you caught his gaze in the mirror. "Thank you," you replied, your voice soft and warm. "You're always so sweet." Your eyes lingered on his reflection, taking in the way his arms wrapped around you and how he rested his chin on your shoulder. "It's all for you," you added a hint of playfulness in your tone.

Jamie chuckled at your response, a small chuckle that rumbled through his chest and vibrated against your back. "Oh, really? All for me, huh?" he teased. His arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer, if possible. "Well, I'm definitely feeling lucky, then." He leaned in, his lips gently brushing against the side of your neck, sending another shiver through your body. "You know, we're going to be late for the barbecue at this rate," he whispered in your ear. Your breath hitched at the feel of Jamie's lips against your neck, sending a new wave of shivers cascading down your spine. You arched slightly into him, your body responding to his touch. "Well, you're the one who decided to put on a fashion show," you shot back, a slightly cheeky tone in your voice. As he whispered in your ear about being late, you leaned back against him with a soft sigh. "I think they can wait a little longer," you murmured, tilting your head to the side, offering him better access to your neck.

Jamie chuckled again at your response, the sound low and seductive against your skin. His lips trailed down the side of your neck, leaving a trail of warm, gentle kisses. "Well, if you insist," he murmured, his hands wandering to the hem of your shirt. He paused for a moment, his fingers tracing small circles against your bare waist. "But just a little longer." His lips found the sensitive spot below your ear, his teeth nipping gently at your skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. "I can't get enough of you." Heat coiled in the pit of your stomach, the way his lips and teeth explored your skin, setting your nerves on fire. Your fingers reached up to grasp his shoulders, your nails digging gently into the fabric of his shirt. "Jamie," you breathed, "But you're not the only one who can't get enough." your voice is a mixture of pleasure and admonishment. "We're going to be so late." But even as you said the words, your body arched into him, silently contradicting your own protest. You wanted more of his touch, of his attention, of his compliments. Your pulse quickened as he whispered praise in your ear.

Jamie's hands continued to roam over your body, one hand still toying with the hem of your shirt, the other slipping under the fabric to caress the soft skin of your stomach. He could feel your fingers dig into his shoulders, the slight sting of your nails against his skin only fueling his desire. He pulled away just enough to look at you in the mirror, his eyes dark with lust. "I don't care if we're late," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "They can wait. You're all I want, all I need. And you're right here, in my arms." Your breath hitched at the feel of Jamie's hands on your body, your fingers gripping his shoulders a little tighter as you felt the heat of his desire. His rough, low voice had a way of igniting something deep within you, making your heart race. As your gaze met his in the mirror, you saw the primal lust in his darkened eyes. "Jamie," you whispered, your voice a mixture of desire and pleading. "We can't… We can't stay here all night." Jamie's hands stilled at your words, his fingers pausing in their exploration of your skin. He took a deep breath, trying to control his own desire, but the heat in his gaze didn't waver. He knew you were right, but the thought of letting go of you, of walking away when he wanted you so much, was unbearable. "I know," he said hoarsely, his voice strained. "I know we can't. But god, I want you so badly." Your heart ached at the strain in Jamie's voice, but also at the raw desire you saw in his eyes. Your grip on his shoulders loosened slightly, your fingers gently tracing the taut muscles there. "I want you too," you whispered, your voice soft yet filled with need. "More than you know. But we can't get carried away, not yet." Your eyes held his gaze in the mirror, the tension in the air so thick it was almost palpable.

Jamie closed his eyes, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder. He felt like he was being torn in two, his body screaming at him to just give in to his desires, to take you right there against your vanity, but his mind trying desperately to regain control. His hands moved to your hips, his fingers gripping them tightly, almost as if he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go. "You're killing me," he muttered, his voice so low, it was almost a growl. Jamie's head came to rest on your shoulder, the weight of him against you both a comfort and a torment. The grip of his fingers on your hips was tight, possessive as if he was clinging to you for dear life. The low, almost guttural tone of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, the raw need in it making you almost weak in the knees. Your hand came up to gently cup the side of his face, your thumb tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "I know," you managed to whisper, your voice as shaky as your pulse. "We'd better get going." Jamie let out a deep sigh at your words, his grip on your hips loosening slightly. He lifted his head from your shoulder, taking a moment to compose himself, to pull himself back from the edge. "You're right," he grumbled, his voice gruff. "We can't stay here. But I swear the thought of letting you out of my arms for the rest of the evening is almost painful."

You felt his grip on your hips loosen, the tension in his body slightly easing. As he lifted his head from your shoulder, you took a breath, trying to steady your own racing heart. When he spoke, his gruff voice sending a flutter through your stomach, you couldn't help but smile a little. "It's not like you won't get to touch me later," you teased gently, your hand still cradling his jaw. "You'll survive." He opened the passenger door for you, his manners impeccable despite the hunger in his gaze. Once you were seated inside, he closed the door and walked around to the driver's side, his movements a bit more restless than usual. As he slid into the driver's seat, he shot you a quick glance, his hand already finding your thigh. His touch was light, almost casual, but his eyes betrayed the true depth of his desire. You smiled as Jamie opened the car door for you, the action a stark contrast to the hunger in his gaze. As you settled into the passenger seat, you couldn't help but notice the slight restlessness in his movements, and the way his eyes kept flickering to you. The feel of his hand on your thigh was light, yet it was like a spark, igniting a fire within you. His touch, so casually possessive, left no doubt about his true feelings. Your breath hitched as you looked at him, anticipation building in your veins.

Jamie smirked at the hitch in your breath, his hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. He kept his eyes on the road ahead, his grip on the steering wheel tight, but his mind was clearly elsewhere. "You know," he said, his voice lowering slightly, "It's taking all of my self-control not to pull over and just have you right here in the car." A shiver ran down your spine as Jamie squeezed your thigh, your heart pounding in your chest. The way his eyes were fixed on the road, his grip on the steering wheel so tight, spoke volumes about his strained self-control. His voice, low and dangerous, sent a wave of heat through you. "Is that so?" you managed to respond, your voice slightly shaky. "You don't think we'd get arrested for public indecency, do you?" Jamie chuckled darkly, the sound sending another shiver down your spine. He shot you a quick glance, his eyes raking over your form in a way that made your heart race even faster. "Oh, trust me," he said, his words like a promise, "I'd risk anything if it meant having you right now. Besides, I've got a feeling we could find a secluded spot where no one would catch us."

There was something about his chuckle, dark and seductive, that sent a new wave of heat through your veins. The way he looked at you, eyes raking over your body and making your pulse quicken, made your head spin with want. When he spoke, his words a promise and a threat all at once, you almost forgot how to breathe. "A secluded spot, huh?", you managed to reply, your voice low and shaky. "You've really thought about this, haven't you?" Jamie smirked at your response, his grip on the steering wheel tightening even more. "Of course, I've thought about it," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I think about you all the time. When I'm on the ice, when I'm training, I can't get you out of my head. I'm always thinking about how good it would feel to have you." His words were like a caress, his voice rough and gravelly with his unbridled need. His voice dropped even lower. "I'm always thinking about how I can have you, how I can touch you, taste you… everywhere." Your insides quivered as Jamie spoke, his voice a rough, needy whisper, like a physical caress. The images his words put in your mind only made the heat inside you burn hotter, your heart racing in your chest. You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice. "That sounds… intense," you said, your own voice betraying your desire. You shifted in your seat, trying to get a bit more comfortable, but it only made you more aware of the heat between your legs, the ache that was building with each word he spoke.

Jamie could hear the change in your voice, the slight quiver that betrayed your own growing need. He risked a quick glance at you, noticing the way you shifted in your seat. The sight almost made him lose control. "Intense is an understatement," he gritted out, his voice rough as sandpaper. "You have no idea how badly I need you right now. How much all I want to do is pull over, and just… take you." Your breath hitched as he spoke, the raw need in his voice making your heart race. The thought of him taking you, right here in the car, was dizzying, though the logical part of your brain knew it wasn't practical. "Trust me," you managed to say, your own voice a trembling whisper, "I have some idea." Your fingers clenched, desperate for something to hold onto, to anchor them against the overwhelming need that coursed through your veins. "Just… focus on driving," you said, though your words were more of a plea than a command. Jamie took a deep breath, his fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "Easier said than done," he grumbled, his voice taut with the effort of controlling himself. He tried to focus on the road ahead, tried to block out the images that your words had put in his mind, but it was a near-impossible task. Every glance at you, the way you squirmed in your seat, the hitch in your breath it all served to drive him even wilder.

The sight of Jamie gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles white with the effort of holding himself back, was both thrilling and torture. You knew you were driving him wild, your own body's reactions only heightened the tension in the car. You tried to focus on anything else, the passing scenery, the sound of the engine, anything to take your mind off the ache that was building between your thighs. But it was no use. Every look in his direction, every small sound you made, only served to fuel the fire that was burning within you both. As Jamie drove, the tension in the car grew thicker and hotter with every passing mile. He could hear every shaky breath, every soft whimper, that escaped your lips, each little sound only fueling the fire that was coursing through his veins. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, all centering around you and how badly he wanted to pull over, to take you right then and there. "God," he ground out, his voice a deep, guttural rasp, "You're killing me here."

Your heartbeat thudded in your ears as you tried to keep your cool, but every look at Jamie, the way his eyes darkened with desire every time he glanced at you, was making it increasingly difficult. Each breath you took was ragged, your body responding to the heat in the air like a moth to a flame. His voice, low and rough as sandpaper, was both a torture and a tantalizing tease. "Trust me," you managed to whisper, "You're not the only one suffering right now." As you both arrived at the barbecue, the air was warm and filled with the scent of sizzling burgers and the sound of cheerful chatter. The party was well underway, with clusters of guests milling about and enjoying food and drinks. Jamie parked the car and stepped out, his mind still reeling from the intense drive and the proximity to you. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself, before walking over to your side and opening the door for you.

you emerged from the car, the scent of grilling meat and the sounds of laughter filling the air. You tried to plaster a smile on your face, to act as though nothing was amiss, but your body was still thrumming with unspent desire, your mind still filled with thoughts of Jamie and the way he made you feel. As Jamie opened the car door and extended his hand to help you out, you felt a shiver run down your spine. The casual touch of his hand against your skin was like a jolt of electricity, reigniting the need that had pooled within you just moments before. Jamie could feel the shiver that ran through you at his touch, the briefest of contact sending heat radiating through his fingers. As you stood up, he couldn't help but notice the way you held yourself, your body language speaking volumes about the needs and desires that still simmered just beneath the surface. His hand moved to the small of your back, guiding you towards the party. "You ready for this?" he asked, his voice still rough with desire for his gentle question. The heat from his hand on your back spread through you like wildfire, an almost overwhelming sense of longing filling you. Your body instinctively leaned into his touch, seeking more, but you managed to nod and offer him a small smile. "As ready as I'll ever be," you replied, though the words came out a little breathless. "Just… don't leave me alone for too long, okay?"

Jamie nodded, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Trust me, I don't plan on letting you out of my sight for too long," he said, his hand briefly running down your spine in a gesture that was intended to soothe. As you approached the party, Jamie's arm slid around your waist, pulling you even closer to him, he couldn't help but notice the way you leaned into him, your body seeking his attention, and it only made his need for you grow stronger. As his arm encircled your waist and he pulled you closer, you could feel the heat radiating off his body, the strength of his grip a testament to his own desires. You leaned into him, your body yearning for the safety and comfort in the way he held you. "You're making it difficult to remember why we're even here," you murmured, your voice a soft whisper as you looked up at him. Jamie chuckled at your soft whisper, the sound dark and rich. His gaze locked with yours, his eyes smoldering with a heat that you could almost feel. "Believe me, sweetheart," he murmured back, his voice a low growl, "I'm finding it difficult to remember that myself right now." His thumb brushed over your hip, the touch so casual, yet so possessive, making it clear that he was struggling just as much as you to keep a lid on his desires.

Your body trembled at the sound of his voice, the low growl sending shivers down your spine. His touch, though seemingly casual, was anything but, the possessive undertone making it a silent declaration that you belonged to him. You swallowed, trying to keep your own needs in check, but it was a losing battle. "Then maybe we should hurry and get this over with," you suggested, your voice a soft whisper, "So we can get back to more.. enjoyable activities." Jamie's eyes darkened at your words, a sly smile playing on his lips. He leaned in, his breath tickling your ear as he spoke. "Oh, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice dripping with promise, "I like the way you think." He took your hand in his and began walking, his stride purposeful and determined. He had no intention of lingering here for any longer than necessary. The sooner they finished here, the sooner he could get you alone. Every so often, he would lean in, his lips brushing against your ear, whispering promises of what he would do to you once you were alone again. Your ears tingled as his breath ghosted across them, your mind filled with sinful images at the promise in his voice. Each soft whisper of his intentions sent a thrill through you, making your heart race and your limbs tremble. The feel of his hand enclosing yours, strong and warm, kept you grounded, even as your body ached with anticipation. You tried to maintain a polite facade as you made your way through the party, nodding and exchanging pleasantries, but your mind was miles away.

Jamie could feel your attention wandering, your mind clearly elsewhere. He couldn't blame you, his own thoughts were swimming with images of what he planned to do to you once they left this party. The way you trembled at his touch, the way your breath hitched when he spoke, it was driving him wild. He led you through the crowds, his grip on your hand possessive and firm. He was polite, greeting people and exchanging brief pleasantries, but his mind was focused on how quickly he could finish here and get you alone. As you continued to make your way through the party, your body grew more and more needy, your mind consumed by thoughts of being alone with Jamie. Despite the polite veneer you both wore, there was an undeniable tension between you, a current that crackled with unspent desire. Every time you looked at him, your gaze would meet his, the heat in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. After what felt like an eternity, the event finally seemed to be winding down, and the guests began to say their goodbyes and head home. As the party started to disperse, Jamie felt a wave of relief wash over him.

He had been polite, had shaken hands, and made small talk, but his mind had been elsewhere the entire time. The way you were looking at him, the heat in your eyes, it was making it nearly impossible for him to focus on anything but you. He felt your hand tighten in his, your own body clearly tense with anticipation. Jamie discreetly pulled you closer, his hand sliding around your waist, his grip possessive. "Finally," he murmured into your ear. "We can get out of here." Your breath hitched as he pulled you closer, the feel of his hand on your waist a possessive claim that only served to escalate your own need. You leaned into him, your body molding against his, the heat between you nearly palpable. The sound of his voice in your ear, gruff and filled with relief, made desire pool deep within you. "Thank god," you managed to respond, your voice low and shaky. "I'm not sure how much longer I can resist the urge to drag you off somewhere secluded." Jamie chuckled at your response, the sound a rough, ragged rasp. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh. "Believe me, sweetheart," he growled, his voice dripping with possessive need, "I'm struggling as well. It's taking every bit of self-control I have right now not to just throw you over my shoulder and take you back to my car."

Your body shivered at his words, the gravelly sound of his growl sending a thrill down your spine. The way he held you, his grip tight and dominant, was both soothing and maddening, a constant reminder of his desire. "Mmm," you murmured, tipping your head back to look up at him, your own voice a low, ragged whisper. "And what's stopping you, hm?" Jamie's eyes darkened as you looked up at him, your eyes hooded with desire. He tightened his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against him, his body pressing against yours. "Only a thin thread of my self-control," he rasped, his voice thick with need. "And the fact that we're surrounded by people right now." You shuddered as he pulled you closer, the feel of his body pressed against yours sending heat coursing through you. His words were a dark, sensual promise, his voice a rough whisper that made you ache for him. "And what happens when we're no longer surrounded by people?" you asked, your voice soft and breathy, your own need obvious in your tone.

Jamie's grip on you tightened at your question, his fingers digging into your flesh as his own need grew. "When we're alone," he growled, his voice low and possessive, "I'll show you exactly what I've been holding back." His hand slid down the curve of your hip, his touch proprietary and demanding. "Don't doubt it for a second, sweetheart. I'll have you whimpering my name by the time I'm done with you." Your body trembled under his touch, the dark promise in his voice making your breath hitch and your heart race. You shivered as his hand glided over the curve of your hip, the possessiveness and demand in his touch only serving to heighten your own need. "Then what are we waiting for?" you whispered, your own voice betraying the desire burning within you. "I don't think I can wait much longer." Jamie's body tensed at your words, his restraint and need at odds with each other. He knew that you were right, that he could barely wait any longer. But there was still the matter of getting you out of the party and somewhere private. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Just a few more minutes," he murmured, his voice filled with a desperate edge. "We'll be out of here soon, I promise. I just need you to hang in there for a little longer."

You swallowed, your body feeling both taut and ready, your need for him coiled deep within you like a snake waiting to strike. His breath against your ear sent a shiver down your spine, his words a rough rasp that both soothed and inflamed. "I don't know if I can last that long," you confessed, your voice a shaky whisper, "but I'll… I'll try. For you." Jamie's breath hitched at your words, your need and vulnerability sending a sharp pang through him. He knew you were struggling just as much as he was, that the wait was almost unbearable. And yet you were willing to endure it, for him. It only made his desire for you grow even stronger. "I know it's hard," he whispered, his voice soft and rough. "But we're almost there. You can last just a little longer. For me. Can you do that, sweetheart?" Your breath caught in your chest at the sound of his voice, the combination of softness and roughness making your heartache. His words were a gentle but firm command, and you found yourself nodding, determined to push through the aching need for his touch. "Yes," you replied, your voice strained from the effort it took to control yourself. "Yes, for you. I can last. Just… just get me out of here soon."

As the last of the guests left the party, Jamie's grip on your hip tightened, a clear sign that he had reached his limit. With a final nod of farewell to the host, he led you towards the exit, his stride purposeful and determined. The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, a stark contrast to the heat that had been building between you two inside. Jamie's hand did not loosen its grip, his fingers digging possessively into your skin as he led you towards his car. Your body shivered as the cool night air hit your heated skin, your mind a jumble of desire and anticipation. Jamie's grip on your hip remained tight, his touch both soothing and possessive, reminding you that he was just as affected as you. Each step towards his car felt like an eternity, your legs feeling shaky and weak, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The air around you seemed charged with an electric sort of energy as if the whole world knew what was about to happen. Jamie could feel the tension in your body, the way your legs trembled and your breath hitched, and it only made his own need grow ever stronger. He could hardly wait to get you alone, to give in to the burning heat that was coursing through him. He quickened his pace, his grip on your hip never loosening as he led you to his car. As soon as you reached it, he pushed you against the passenger side door, his body caging you in, trapping you between him and the cold metal.

Your back hit the cool metal of the car, your breath leaving you in a soft gasp as you found yourself trapped in place, your body held captive by his. Jamie's presence was all-encompassing, his body a wall of heat and hardness pinning you in place. Your heart thundered in your chest as you looked up at him, your own need mirrored in your eyes. "Jamie," you whispered, his name a plea and a breath all at once, "please…" Jamie's breathing hitched at the sound of his name on your lips, your plea making his own restraint waver. He leaned in closer, his body pressing harder against yours, his breath hot against your skin as he spoke. "Please what, sweetheart?" he growled, his voice a low, ragged rasp. "You need to use your words and tell me what you want." Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in, the heat of his body searing against your own. His words, a feral, possessive growl, sent a shiver running down your spine, your body trembling with need. "You," you gasped, your voice a ragged whisper. "I want you. Now. Please, Jamie, I can't wait any longer." Jamie's breath hitched at your words, your plea making his restraint snap. The need within him that had been coiled tight all night, ready to explode, finally did. He claimed your mouth in a rough, desperate kiss, his body pressing closer to yours, trapping you between him and the car. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you up and pinning you against the door, his body molding against yours in a fierce claim.

Your head swam as his lips crashed into yours, the intensity of his kiss stealing your breath away. Trapped between the cold, hard metal and his hot, hard body, you were at his mercy, your own need matching his own. You moaned as his hands gripped your hips, lifting you up and pressing you against the door, the feeling of his body against yours sending a thrill through you. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him like a lifeline as you surrendered to the overwhelming need that consumed both of you. Jamie deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth in a dominating dance. His hands slid up your sides, his fingers tracing every contour of your body, mapping out your curves with a possessive touch. He pressed his hips against yours, the evidence of his need for you obvious even through the layers of clothing that separated you. His hands gripped your hips harder, his fingers digging into your flesh as he struggled for control, his own restraint hanging by a thread.

Your body arched against his as the kiss deepened, his tongue claiming your mouth in a dominant dance that made your mind spin. The feel of his hands tracing over your body, the possessive touch of his fingers, made your breath hitch and your heart race. You gasped as he pressed his hips against yours, the evidence of his need obvious to you, and it only served to fuel the fire that was burning within you. Your own hands roamed over his body, your touch desperate and needy, your own restraint hanging by a thread as you tried to bring him closer, to lose yourself in the moment. Jamie growled into the kiss as your hands roamed over his body, his body shuddering under your touch. His control was hanging by a thin thread, and the feel of your hands on him, the way your body arched against his, was only making it harder for him to hold back. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there. "I need you, sweetheart," he rasped, his voice hoarse with need.

Your head fell back as his lips trailed down your neck, the feel of his teeth against your skin sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through you. His words, a hoarse, ragged rasp, only served to fuel the fire that was burning within you, your body arching and trembling under his touch. "I need you too," you gasped, your voice a ragged whisper, your need just as great as his own. "I need you, Jamie. Now. Please…" Jamie's restraint finally snapped at your words. He couldn't take it any longer, he needed to have you now, here, against the car. He grasped the hem of your dress, bunching it up around your hips as his hands gripped your thighs, lifting you up and pinning you against the door. His body pressed against yours, his need was clearly evident as he ground his hips against you. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough and possessive. "Say it, sweetheart." Your breath hitched as he bunched up the hem of your dress, the feel of his hands on your thighs making your body shudder. As he pinned you against the car, molding himself against you, the evidence of his need obvious, you gasped. His words, a possessive growl, sent a shiver down your spine, your body arching into his. "I'm yours," you gasped, your voice a ragged whisper, your body pressed against his. "I'm yours, Jamie. Only yours."

Jamie's breath caught at your words, a wave of possessive pleasure washing over him. Hearing you say that you were his, only his, ignited something primal within him, a need to claim you, to make you his completely. He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as he ground his hips against you one more time. "Damn right you're mine," he growled, his voice a rough, possessive rumble. "And I'm going to show you just how much you belong to me." Your body trembled as his teeth grazed your neck, the possessive edge in his tone making your breath catch. The feel of his hips grinding against yours sent a wave of pleasure coursing through you, your body arching into his. "Please," you gasped, your voice a ragged whisper, "Please, Jamie, show me. I need you. I need to feel you." Jamie growled at the sound of your voice, the ragged whisper, the need in your words. It only served to stoke the fire of his own need, his control hanging by a thread, ready to snap at any moment. He pressed you harder against the car, his body molding against yours. His lips captured yours in a rough, bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as his hand slipped between your bodies, finding the heat and wetness that was waiting for him and his touch.

Your breath caught in your chest as he pressed you harder against the car, his body a wall of heat and muscle trapping you in place. The kiss was rough, claiming, his tongue delving into your mouth as if to assert ownership over you whole. Your body trembled as his hand slipped between your bodies, the feel of his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through you. A moan escaped your lips, the sound low and ragged, as you arched into his touch, your own need growing with each passing second. Jamie groans deeply into the kiss, his fingers curling around your thigh as he hikes it up higher, opening you further to him. "Fuck, baby…you're so damn responsive. I love how you melt for me like this." He broke the kiss just long enough to nip at your bottom lip before diving back in, his tongue tangling with yours in a sensual dance. "Can't get enough of this sweet little mouth…" He slipped a hand beneath the skirt of your dress, fingertips brushing the damp fabric of your panties as he explored your heated flesh. "Tell me what you want."

His words sent a thrill down your spine, making you squirm against him even more than before. "I want you," you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want you inside me, filling me up until there's nothing else but you." Your hands roamed over his broad shoulders, feeling the strength in them as you pulled yourself closer, desperate for more contact. The sensation of his fingers tracing along the edge of your underwear made you gasp, your hips bucking slightly towards him in a silent plea. "Please," you whispered, the single word heavy with desire. The raw hunger in your voice only fueled his arousal, and he wasted no time in stripping away your panties, tossing them aside carelessly. With a swift motion, he lifted you onto the hood of the car, spreading your legs wide apart as he positioned himself between them. His cock throbbed with need, straining against the confines of his pants. "As you wish," he growled, his voice thick with lust. In one fluid movement, he freed his erection from its constraints, his member springing forth, hard and ready. He leaned down, capturing your lips once again, while his other hand guided his tip to your entrance.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he positioned himself over you, the anticipation building within you to unbearable levels. The moment he thrust inside, filling you completely, you let out a loud moan that echoed. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you clench around him instinctively. "Oh God," you gasped out, your nails digging into his shoulders as you held on tight. "Don't stop…don't ever stop." Jamie slowed his pace, allowing himself to savor the sensation of being buried deep inside you. His movements became more deliberate, each stroke designed to draw out your pleasure. He watched your face contort with bliss, every whimper and sigh driving him wild. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice dripping with lust. "So beautiful when you come undone for me." His thumb found your clit, circling it gently as he continued to fuck you with slow, deep thrusts.

"Jamie," you gasped out, your voice trembling with emotion. "That feels incredible." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close as you peppered kisses across his jawline. "I never want this moment to end." Your walls fluttered around his length, your impending orgasm building steadily. "I'm getting close," you whispered against his ear, your hot breath fanning over his skin. "Make me come, Jamie. Please make me come all over your cock." Your hips moved in tandem with his, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. The combination of his thumb on your clit and his thick shaft stretching you open pushed you closer to the edge with every passing second. "Yes, yes, yes!" you cried out, your body tensing as the first wave of euphoria crashed over you. "I'm coming!" He felt your inner muscles clench tightly around him as you came, the sensation pushing him over the edge. He drove himself deeper into your welcoming heat, his release spilling into you with abandon. He collapsed on top of you, panting heavily as he rode out the aftershocks of pleasure. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his voice hoarse from exertion. "That was amazing."

Your body was still quivering from the intensity of your climax, your breathing ragged as you struggled to catch your breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, holding him close as you nuzzled against his neck. "That was better than anything I could have imagined," you confessed, a smile curving your lips. "Thank you for tonight, handsome." Jamie lifted his head, gazing into your eyes with a tender expression. "It was my pleasure," he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. He pulled back slightly, his hands roaming over your curves appreciatively. "But we shouldn't stay here too long. It's getting late, and we don't want to attract any unwanted attention." He helped you off the hood of the car, straightening your clothes and adjusting his own before leading you back to the passenger side door. "Let's go home, okay?" As he opened the door for you, he cupped your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "And who knows? Maybe we can do this again when we get home."

You smiled up at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his suggestion. "I'd like that," you agreed, leaning in to brush a quick kiss across his lips. As you slid into the passenger seat, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected turn of events. Who would have thought that a chance encounter at a hockey game would lead to such a passionate relationship? But as you settled into the car, you knew that sometimes life had a way of surprising you in the best possible ways. You reached over, taking Jamie's hand in yours, intertwining your fingers as he started the engine. Whatever the future held, you were excited to find out - as long as it included moments like these with him.

[mamaestapa]

New Years smut w Jamie!!

Meet me at Midnight|| Jamie Drysdale x reader

• pairing: jamie drysdale x reader

• summary: you jamie have more than a new years kiss to ring in the new year

• warnings: SMUT! unprotected p in v sex, hair pulling, jamie loves boobs, uhhh i think that’s all lol

Jamie’s hands roamed up your mini black dress clad body as he sucked harshly at your neck. He was definitely leaving deep purple bruises along your collarbone and neck, but he didn’t care.

Jamie loved to mark you up. He loved to show everyone that you were his and his only.

You whimpered softly as your boyfriend’s hands cupped your butt cheeks, giving each cheek a squeeze as his lips crashed onto yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, resting on his upper back as Jamie hoisted you up onto the counter. He brought a hand up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer to him as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

“How many more minutes until midnight?” You asked, panting softly from the heavy make-out session. Jamie glanced at his phone that was sitting on the counter beside you. “Five. Think you can make it?”

“Definitely.”

Jamie smirked at your response as he traced over the diamond patter on the neckline of your dress before pulling the straps to the side so he could get a good view of your perky breasts in the black cups lined with lace. He groaned at the sight of your breasts. Jamie loved your boobs. He lowered his head and began to kiss along your chest, licking the soft skin of your breasts before sucking at the skin. If he kept this up, you wouldn’t make it to midnight.

You and Jamie were at a New Year’s Eve party hosted by some of this teammates. Obviously, Jamie was going to be your new years kiss, but after long night of taking shots, sipping on a drink or two, and dancing until your legs were numb, the two of you had a better idea than just sharing a new years kiss.

Jamie wanted to make you cum as soon as the clock hit midnight. Not a minute before nor a minute after, it had to be at 12 AM on the dot. He wanted you to both to start the new year off on a high note, and a mind blowing orgasm or two was the perfect way to ensure that that happened. So a quickie in his teammates laundry room would have to do…

Jamie pulled the bottom of your dress up, giving him just enough access to your soaking core through the diamond slit in the upper thigh of your dress. As he pushed your dress to the side and pulled your panties down your smooth legs, you hurried to undo Jamie’s belt. Once the belt was undone, the dark haired boy pulled his dress pants down in one swift motion. You wet your lips at the sight of his boner through his boxers. You needed him so bad.

“I don’t have a condom, you’re still on the pill right? If not we can-.”

“Jamie,” you all but whimpered, “Forget the condom. I need you inside me right now.”

Jamie wasted no time, pulling his boxers down and lining himself up with your slick entrance before he thrusted into you. You moaned loudly at the feeling of his tip pushing against your cervix. You clawed at his plum dress shirt covered back as the sound of your sweet moans filled his ears.

“Fuck,” Jamie grunted, “so tight, feels good.”

His thrusts picked up pace as the minutes ticked by. As midnight approached you felt yourself growing closer to your release. Jamie placed his hands on firmly on your hips as he kissed at your neck. You were a whimpering mess as Jamie pounded relentlessly into you. The feeling of pleasure was overwhelming you and Jamie as the two of you panted from the fast pace. You brought your hands up to Jamie’s head, tugging harshly at his soft dark hair as his thrusts quickened.

“J, ‘m close.”

“Wait for midnight sweetheart.”

The muffled sound of the others counting down the seconds to the new year started.

Ten.

“Oh Jamie.”

Nine.

You whimpered softly from Jamie’s touch. It all felt so good.

Eight.

You bucked your hips into Jamie, the sounds the boy made as he fucked you had you growing closer and closer.

Seven.

Midnight couldn’t come fast enough…

Six.

“Jamie-uh,” you moaned as you fell forward into his chest, “don’t think I can make it.”

Five.

“Yes you can baby.”

Four.

Jamie’s cock twitched inside you as you felt the coil in your lower belly threaten to snap with each thrust of your boyfriend’s hips. The two of you were moaning messes.

Three.

Your bodies were growing sticky with sweat and your chests heaved with each pant. So close…

Two.

“That’s it,” Jamie praised through his grunts, “cum for me pretty girl.”

One.

You moaned Jamie’s name loudly as you reached your climax. Jamie followed, panting your name and a number of praises as spurts of his hot cum spilled out of you. Jamie crashed his lips onto yours as your chests heaved. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you.

“Happy New Year Jamie baby.” You breathed out as you pressed your forehead against his. He chuckled softly at your blissed out smile, “Happy New Year sweetheart.”

You got your New Years kiss and a mind blowing orgasm. 2024 definitely started off on the right foot for you and Jamie...

hi loves!!

happy new year😚 to celebrate the start of a new year, i’ve decided to do a blurb day & night. and we’re starting off strong with a jamie blurb ;)

i hope you all have a great day! i’ll be posting more throughout the day so stay tuned🤍

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All I Want Is You— Jamie Drysdale

Summary: In which your boyfriend is traded to Philadelphia and hurts your relationship and all you want is Jamie back.

Content Warning; Angst, breakup, reader is the lakers athletic trainer, happy ending

Pairing; Fem Reader & Jamie Drysdale

Your relationship with Jamie was new enough that when you found out he got traded from the Ducks to the Flyers you immediately knew that your relationship was over. You had only been together a little short of 4 months. You were restocking your medical supplies when a knock on the door pulled you from your daze. Your boyfriend stood in the doorway with a sad look on his face, “Hi.”

You smiled sadly, “Hey J.” Jamie on one of the exam tables, “You heard.” You ran a hand through your hair, “Yeah, how are you feeling?” Jamie ran a hand over his face, “I’m not sure. I don’t know what it is but I don’t want to go to Philly.” You sighed as you sat down, “I don’t want to hold you back Jamie. I want you to have the best life possible. I don’t think that life has me in it.” Jamie’s eyes softened lightly, “So we’re broken up?” You nodded sadly, “Yeah. I think we are.”

The door to the athletic office opened and Lebron James entered the room, “Hey Y/N. Oh my bad, am I interrupting?” Jamie shook his head, “Nah man, I’m heading out. Bye Y/N.” A sad sigh left your lips, “Bye Jamie. Good luck.” Jamie nodded sadly as he walked out of the room. You sniffled slightly, “I’ll be right with you man.” You walked into your office and let the tears forming in your eyes hit your cheeks. A shaky breath left your lips as you wiped your face and returned to the athletic office, “Alright Lebron, how’s your ankle feeling?”

A worried look overtook his face, “Are you doing okay Y/N?” You nodded softly, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just dealing with a breakup. So how’s your ankle?” Lebron picked up on the fact you didn’t want to talk about it, “It’s okay, just a little sore.” You nodded as you began to work on loosening his muscles in his ankle for his physical therapy.

A few days had passed since you and Jamie broke up, you hadn’t been feeling the best. Jamie had officially moved to Philly and everything in Philly reminded him of you. Philly was cold in January and all Jamie wanted was to be back in California in your arms. So when he learned that the Lakers were traveling to Philly to play the 76ers he knew he had to figure out a way to get you back.

You were standing on the edge of the court taping a players fingers when you heard the announcer’s voice, “And in house tonight we have Philly Flyers players Cam York and Jamie Drysdale.” You felt your heart beat up into your throat as a sad smile overtook your eyes. DLo looked at you and spoke softly, “You gotta get your guy back. It’s getting hard to watch you move Y/N.” You smiled sadly, your smile not reaching your eyes, “I can’t, I don’t want to hold him back.” DLo sighed, “Girl, your a lot of work. I don’t know him that well but I know a guy in love and he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since he saw you.”

You shook your head ever so slightly, “Doesn’t change the fact I feel like I��m holding him back.” DLo shrugged, “Maybe not. But you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.” You laughed softly as you patted his shoulder reassuringly, “I’m okay D. You should get out there. Have a good game.”

The game went extremely well for you as none of the Lakers players were injured during the game. You were organizing your stuff in the visiting locker room when the locker room door opened, “Hi.” You felt your heart rate increase, “Hey.” Jamie spoke softly, “I miss you.” You shook your head, “We can’t. I can’t.” Jamie shook his head, “I can’t not want you Y/N. I can’t pretend I don’t miss you and think about you.”

You sniffled, “I love you, this isn’t fair to either of us.” Jamie shook his head, “I love you and I am going to love you no matter how far we are. I won’t care that I wake up in Philadelphia in January in the horrid cold. As long as I get to be with you.” You sniffled, “I won’t care if I’m alone in LA. I just wanna be with you.” Jamie pulled you into a embrace, “I love you.” You looked up at him, “I love you.”

[adorethedistance]

Sweet Creature - Jamie Drysdale x Reader (platonic!Trevor x reader)

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing, mild roasts

Words: 1529

Summary: Domestic bliss featuring everyone’s favorite baby ducks.

A/n: I’m gonna be straight up. I fucking hate this piece. I hate it with a burning fiery passion but if I don’t post it I feel like I’ve just wasted the last few weeks that I’ve spent drafting it so here ya go

“You haven’t seen it?” I nearly screech out of pure astonishment, sitting up from my relaxed position on the couch. Jamie smiles skeptically and shrugs his shoulders with his arms outstretched lazily.

“No clue what you’re talking about.”

“Dvcree did not put their whole Pedrussy into making these Pedro Pascal edits for you to have no idea who I’m talking about.”

“Who?!”

“Ugh, that could’ve been so funny if you were just a little bit more meme-cultured. TREVOR!” I yell from the livingroom which leads the energetic boy to poke his head out of his bedroom door.

“What’s up?”

“Have you seen the Pedro Pascal edit?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you!” I make a face and Jamie to emphasize my point. He slowly shakes his head as he laughs and absentmindedly lifts the knot of his grey hoodie’s drawstring, tucking the woven cotton between his teeth. As the moment of my disbelief passes, I move over to lay down, pressing my left cheek against Jamie’s toned chest.

We’ve been laying on the couch and watching the Last of Us for the better half of an hour, with Trevor occasionally coming by to refill his water bottle and comment on the display of affection between me and Jamie. Our lazy days are nothing short of blissful and I couldn’t be more content with life at the moment.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not on TikTok!” Jamie argues while shifting to accomodate me, wrapping me in his arms, and resting the injured one on the surface of my back. What little of his skin that’s exposed is slightly cool to the touch, and I remember Jamie runs cold more often than not. I’ve been unintnentionally leeching off of his body heat since the outfit I wore today was better suited for the Irvine sun, and not his air-conditioned apartment.

“Well, you should get it. I’m tired of texting you links when I could be sending you DMs.”

“Ugh. I just can’t be bothered.”

“Whatever. Old man.” I momentarily lift my head from Jamie’s chest and pout my lips. He playfully squints at me for a second, then pecks my lips before pressing play on the last few minutes of the episode. The rhythm of his breathing is relaxing for me, and despite the episode only having five minutes left, I feel my eyelids become heavier and heavier. The warmth of our body heat between us soothes my soul, and my muscles release after a long day of productivity. If I went back in time to tell myself that a random apartment unit in Orange County would one day be the most comfortable place in the universe, I might’ve laughed in my own face.

Jamie feels like heaven.

Better than heaven.

He feels like home.

Small breaths escape my parted lips as I sink deeper and deeper into the feeling of his body against mine. And I can’t help smiling gently as I feel his heart momentarily keeping time with a song in the show. The soft fabric of Jamie’s hoodie smells like his favorite cologne over the sweet, comforting smell of his natural scent. His chest vibrates when he hums a small laugh at a joke one of the characters cracked. I’m not sure if he’s noticed my slow descent into unconsciousness, but it’s only a matter of time.

“Good episode,” he says decidedly, waiting a moment. “Y/n?” He whispers softly, unsure of my lack of response. I could say something back if I really wanted to, but with how comfortable the entire situation is, I’d rather just let the exhaustion consume me.

Jamie then grabs his phone from the armrest of the couch behind his head, opens it, and types something before his arms come to rest. In a moment, Trevor comes out of his room and asks,

“What do you need?”

“Shhhh!” Jamie hushes Trevor as he walks in loudly. “Is she asleep?” He asks quietly. Trevor shuffles around the back of the couch to stand in front of the tv, looking at my face most likely.

“Yes.”

“That was fast.”

“No kidding. She’s a cute sleeper.”

“Unlike you.”

“Hey!”

“Shhh.”

“What’s your guys’ dinner plan?”

“I think she wanted to cook something for all three of us but now that she’s out I guess I gotta do some decision-making.”

“Just order something on door dash,” Trevor says plainly as he shuffles back around the couch and into the kitchen area of the apartment.

“I got something earlier this week, my mom’s gonna ask questions.”

“I forget you’re still on her account. Loser.”

“Shut up.” The hushed tone of their chatter is comfortable and I quickly fall asleep in the safety of my boyfriend’s care.

____________________________

When I come back to, the first thing I notice is that Jamie is no longer underneath me. My eyes flutter open. I’m laying on my stomach, sprawled out on the couch under a grey blanket that I recognize to be the one-off of Jamie’s bed.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I turn to face away from the seatback of the couch and find Trevor and Jamie seated on the floor, an assortment of takeout on the coffee table in front of them. Trevor nods a greeting as Jamie takes a bite of food.

“Were you just watching me sleep?” I ask, slightly freaked out.

“Yes.” Jamie almost chokes on the bite of food, shoving Trevor’s shoulder which makes them both laugh.

“No,” he starts to clarify, “We were just sitting against the couch and when we heard you stirring, we thought it’d be funny to stare at you.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“Like, half an hour?”

“You want some pad thai?” Trevor holds out the box of food he’s eating from and I nod shyly. Jamie passes me an unwrapped pair of chopsticks and I thank him quietly, tucking into the half-eaten box. We sit quietly for all but thirty seconds before Trevor is talking about how we need background music. He puts 1989 on shuffle on the tv and Jamie and I roll our eyes perfectly in sync.

“How dare you! Both of you!”

“Honestly, Z, you’re too predictable. Only one person here out of the three of us had Taylor in our Spotify wrapped and I’ll give you a hint, it wasn’t me.” I shrug from behind my box of food. Trevor scoffs before eating an entire dumping whole.

“She was in mine but she was not number one,” Jamie adds insult to injury.

“Okay then, fine. What about this?” Trevor asks, turning on a song by Luke Combs that I’ve never heard. Jamie’s expression is slightly annoyed but delighted all the same. He responds decisively,

“Much better.”

“What?! Am I missing something?” I ask.

“The whole team’s calling him Luke Combs since Jamie’s guitar learning adventure began, but he can only play two chords of one country song.” I look at Jamie for confirmation and he simply nods, biting the inside of his cheek absentmindedly.

“Really, Jame? Two chords?”

“I’m working on it!”

“Yeah, he’s working on it!” Trevor jokingly jumps in to Jamie’s defense, “Like you could do better!”

“Bitch, I can play guitar!” My argument silences both of them immediately. The two boys share a look and then Trevor is off, racing to grab the instrument from Jamie’s bedroom.

“You’re lying, there’s no way.”

“While some of you were busy dedicating a gazillion hours a week to hockey practice, the rest of us expanded our skill sets.” I take the guitar as Trevor hands it to me and situate myself before strumming a quick brush through and immediately cringing. “Your A string is flat.” Jamie looks at me confused, and I extend my hand to take the instrument from him. He yields and passes it over, allowing me to remedy the issue. After tuning the string, I smile and move to hand Jamie the guitar back but he doesn’t move. Instead he nods, urging me to play and I take a deep breath.

“It’s been a while…”

“Oh, don’t back out now!” Trevor teases and I playfully stick my tongue out at him. I adjust my grip, racking my brain for a song, any song. My mind settles on Sweet Creature by Harry Styles and I decide to just go for it. I’m a tad rusty but other than that I have the melody under control. The song is pretty enough on it’s own and I trail off after the first chorus, overcome with a newfound shyness at the looks Jamie and Trevor are giving me. Jamie’s lips are parted in awe and Trevor bursts out laughing.

“You might as well give up now, Jimmy.”

“Lucky for him, I’m an excellent teacher.” I say with a smile, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. Jamie snaps back into reality and begins blushing like crazy.

“I don’t think I’ll ever sound like that.”

“You just need practice. I have a few more years on you so of course I’m gonna sound better than someone who’s just starting. You’ve got this and worse case scenario I can help.”

Jamie smiles sweetly, and my heart skips a beat.

“Will you play it again?”

[jackhues]

to be with you - jamie drysdale

request: hey could you please do a fluff with jamie where the reader is a model and she has a day off and takes care of jamie bc of his shoulder??? xxxx

requested by: anon : )

notes: this is a little short, but it's just pure tooth-rotting fluff! thanks for requesting <3

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“that smells so good,” jamie muttered, entering the kitchen.

you smiled a little, flipping the pancake in the air, before turning around and doing a little bow. “ta-da!”

jamie laughed lightly, coming forward to wrap an arm around you. you responded to the hug, taking care due to his injured shoulder.

a few games back, he’d been injured during a game, leading to a torn labrum. you’d been in monaco for a photoshoot, and were unable to get back until yesterday. since the injury was still recent, jamie had to wear a sling, keeping his shoulder in place.

“thanks babe,” he kissed your forehead, moving forward to take the pancake off the stove.

“uh, no thank you,” you quickly stepped in front of him, moving the pancake to the plate yourself.

“what was that for?” he asked, looking not unlike an injured puppy.

“you’re hurt,” you told him, patting his cheek. “and i have an off day, which means you’re not allowed to do anything. all day. except for, like, eating the food i make and stuff.”

jamie rolled his eyes as you grabbed the plate of pancake and moved around him to put them on the table.

“i can carry a plate, y/n,” he told you. “just because i have a sling doesn’t mean i’m an invalid. i’ve still got one working arm.”

“while i’m sure you’re big and strong and can do everything on your own,” you tried not to sound sarcastic, “you’re still injured and i’m not. besides, i like doing this for you. now come, eat the pancakes.”

jamie sighed dramatically, but took a seat at the table, allowing you to set a few pancakes on his plate. you hummed happily as you decorated the pancakes with fruit and maple syrup, passing them on to your boyfriend.

a soft smile took over his features at the little decorations you’d done. 

“you’re so cute,” he grinned, taking a bite. 

“that i am,” you agreed, eating your own pancake. 

the two of you finished breakfast, loading up your plates in the dishwasher. you ushered jamie to the living room, where you quickly set up the first madagascar movie.

“madagascar?” he asked.

“we can always watch the lorax,” you shrugged.

jamie made a face, “madagascar it is.”

“great!” a victorious grin took over your face as you took a seat next to him. 

jamie smiled at your happy expression, putting his uninjured arm over your shoulder and pulling you close. he brushed your hair away from your face, laughing every time you mimicked king julian. 

he’d watch madagascar a million times to be with you.

[lvrhughes]

Movie Night | J. Drysdale

word count: 0.4k

pairing: Jamie Drysdale x gn!reader (?)

summary: a simple movie night with Jamie

warnings: none?

requested: yes

not my gif!

“Honey I’m home!” your traditional entrance to the Drysdale-Zegras house, earning the sound of footsteps running towards you. The figure a blur as they ran into you, pushing you slightly back before wrapping your arms around him. 

“I missed you, baby.” the words muffled but heard, him nuzzling closer into you, letting you only see his mess of brunette hair.

“Hi Jam.” his head lifting to press a kiss to your lips, his arms pulling you tight against him by the waist. “What’s the plan today?” you mumbled against his lips, earning a small smile.

“Z is out,” He started.

“Don’t go where I think you're going, Mr.Drysdale.” 

“Movie night, we build a fort, drink wine, and watch whatever movies we want. Without Trevor’s unwanted input.” he grinned, clearly proud of the idea.

“Best idea, jam.” his smile widened, picking you up to throw you onto the couch. 

“I’ll go get the blankets, you pick the movie.” you nodded, watching him run towards his room, giggling as you reached for the remote.

Choosing a movie quickly, awaiting Jamie’s return, quickly getting distracted by the movie. Jumping when Jamie’s hand landed on your shoulders. 

“You scared me!” he laughed at the exclamation, passing you the bottle of wine before settling in beside you. Taking the wine back to pour two glasses, passing you one and covering you with a blanket. 

“Thank you, Jam.” leaning forwards to kiss him, letting your body melt against him as he laid you back down. 

“Movie.” he mumbled, moving away to lay behind you, wrapping his arms around you. 

Occasionally moving for a sip of wine, slightly adjusting as the night went on, always staying in Jamie’s grasp. By the third movie sleep was overcoming you, curling into Jamie's chest, him placing a kiss on the top of your head. Falling asleep quickly, Jamie following in suit behind you. It was a peaceful time, until Trevor came home, entering the house with a yell then immediately quieting when he saw the scene. 

“Oh shit.” Trevor mumbled, seeing Jamie wake up to cover you more, tugging you closer into him blocking any noise. 

“Shut up man!” Jamie whisper-yelled, earning a guilty look from Trevor.

“Sorry.” Trevor whispered in response, “I’ll go to my room now.” he whispered with a playful salute, walking backwards to his room.  

You shifting in his arms warned Jamie, a soft groan slipping your lips. 

“Shh, go back to sleep baby.” Jamie’s words are soft, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, waiting for you to fall back asleep.

Deeming you were asleep, he gently got up, picking you up with him. Carrying you to his room, laying you on the bed before laying behind you again, letting you curl into him again. 

“Sleep well, love.” one last sweet whisper and kiss before falling asleep with you.

[chukys-mouthguard]

why not both

5.4K words

genre: smut

warnings: minors DNI, 18+ content; threesome, dirty talk

featuring: jamie drysdale x female reader x cam york

summary: when two men are fighting over who gets to sleep with you, why not choose both?

note: the reader and Cam often call Jamie “jim” or “jimmy” in this as a nickname. Also, this is my first ever attempt at writing a threesome, these 2 men just really needed to be written together in my opinion 🥵 I’m not super proud of this but hopefully y’all like it 🫶🏼

Giving yourself a once over pulling at the hem of your skirt, you questioned if it was too short. Knowing the boys you were hanging around they’d surely love if it was, so you opted to ask Jamie, the least likely to undress you with his eyes and give you his honest opinion.

“Jamieee!”

Soon enough the jet black haired boy appeared in the doorway of your bathroom, his outfit making you chuckle.

“I swear to god you and Cam really said what’s the most generic outfit to wear for a country music festival…anyways, thoughts?”

Hands on your hips you did a spin, giving him the opportunity to take in your outfit. A black mini skirt and black cowboy boots, paired with a white tank top that read j’adore cowboys and a black cowboy hat to top it off. Jamie’s jaw slightly parted as he looked you up and down.

“I feel like I reallyyy dropped the ball now seeing you.”

He flashed you a shy smile as you took his words as a sign that you looked good. Tipping your cowboy hat to him as you walked past, stealing his High Noon in the process as you tossed back the remnants that were in the can.

“Thanks Jimmy!”

The sounds of Morgan Wallen blasting from the kitchen of the airbnb as you walked in to find Cam pouring shots for you all.

“Where the hell is everyone?”

Noticing the house was empty you checked the time, assuming you were running late as you usually did. However today you managed to be almost 30 minutes early, a new record for you.

“They are on their way and-holy shit, someone is trying to get all the cowboys hot and bothered today huh?”

Cam flashed you a cocky smirk as he handed you a shot, leaning against the counter while he took in your outfit. Playing with the silver sparkly chain that laid over the skin of your exposed stomach.

“Don’t you know that necklaces are meant for your neck?”

Cam leaning in towards you, grinning from ear to ear before you’d mirrored him, your faces inches from one another.

“Don’t you know that I don’t give a fuck?”

Raising your eyebrows you tossed back your shot, giving him a wink before Jamie joined the two of you asking for his own.

The dynamic between the two boys was one you’d never fully understood, but it made sense. Cam was outspoken, a cocky fuck to put it plainly, who would tell you exactly what he wanted to say, whether it was something you wanted to hear or not. The energy between the two of you was always one of trying to one up each other, your competitive sides always on display. But Jamie, he was the total opposite. Soft spoken, mindful of anything and everything that came out of his mouth. He was the one you went to for advice, the late night talks where you’re up until 3am eventually forgetting the point of the conversation.

Though bringing the two of them together always guaranteed a good time. Hot guys, alcohol, and a music festival, a girl was living the dream.

Once the rest of your group had arrived, it was time to head out. The girls of course needing to take tons of pictures before leaving, making the boys roll their eyes but giving them the opportunity to toss back a few more shots.

“Why’d she call you to her room earlier Jim?”

Cam shot Jamie a playful smirk as the boys trailed behind the girls on the long path to the entrance gates, to which he shook his head with a laugh.

“No way dude, don’t even go there. She asked me what I thought of her outfit.”

Rolling his eyes Cam threw an arm over Jamie’s shoulder. His voice now just above a whisper as he didn’t want the group to overhear.

“You’re telling me that outfit she has on isn’t driving you crazy? Cause shit, she is driving me crazy right now in that mini skirt.”

“Keep it in your pants dude!”

Jamie shoved Cam from his side with a laugh, trying to ignore his friend's comments. Cam just putting his hands up with a shrug. “Listen Jim, if you won’t finally make a move, I just might.”

Jamie had hid his feelings for you since the day you’d met. He had never seen a girl so beautiful, but he wasn’t the type to be forward and blunt about how he felt. Unlike Cam who made it known that he thought you were hot and would do anything for a chance with you. Jamie had told Cam in confidence one night how he felt, at the time not knowing that Cam felt the same way. And since then it had been their secret, one that almost brought out the competitiveness between them whenever the three of you got together.

-

Several hours into the festival, having been spent in the direct sunlight, it was safe to say you were in need of water and food. Thanking yourself for picking an outfit that didn’t have much fabric so you were somewhat cooler than those who had multiple layers. The boys benefited from the fact that they could simply take their shirts off, while you could only put your hair up in hopes of it cooling you down.

“If I don’t get french fries in my mouth in the next five minutes, I might actually die.”

You groaned as you sat on the grass, fanning yourself with you hat as your friend group followed suit. All of you trying to rest before you headed off to the next artist’s stage.

“Someone ask for some french fries?”

Jamie smiled as he sat down next to you, handing you a basket of fries, seeing the look on your face as you practically scarfed them down in seconds.

“I could kiss you right now Jamie oh my god!”

The phrase making his eyes go wide, despite knowing that there was likely no intention behind it. Though he couldn’t help but think back to Cam’s words from earlier. Hoping that maybe today, in a moment of drunken false confidence, he’d work up the courage to finally make a move.

“Oh my god!”

Jamie was shook from his thoughts as he looked at you, concerned that something was wrong.

“What!?”

“You even remembered I love ranch with my fries? God I love you Jamie!”

He softly smiled as he was happy to know he’d made your day remembering such a minor detail about you. The two of you sitting in silence as you refueled yourselves before heading off to the next spot.

“I really do like your outfit today by the way. Sorry I got a little tongue tied when you asked me this morning.”

You watched Jamie slightly blush as he spoke, his eyes not connecting with yours as he seemed almost nervous about his words. A smile on your face as you continue munching on your fries.

“Tongue tied? Because of?”

“How hot you looked, obviously.”

The words catching you off guard coming from Jamie, sure he’d complimented you before but never so bluntly. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe the heat was getting to him. But it was a side of him you liked. Having spent so much time with Cam you thought for sure he would’ve gained some of Cam’s confidence, his boldness. But he’d remained the kind and gentlemanly man he’d been since the day you met, which you appreciated in contrast to Cam. Though sometimes you wanted to see that cockier side of Jamie, and see him be more outspoken. Not let Cam run the show or call the shots so much.

“You think I look hot?”

“Oh absolutely, you alwa-“

“Don’t mind if it do!”

Cam interrupted Jamie’s words as he pushed between the two of you, stealing a few fries from your basket before he tipped his hat to you and blew you a kiss.

“Thank you little lady.”

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head before you looked back at Jamie who was awkwardly laughing off the situation. Almost thankful Cam interrupted so he didn’t end up saying what he planned.

You tucked some hair behind your ear as he offered to help you stand up, taking your empty fry basket and tossing it in the trash as your group was ready to start walking again.

“Jamie, you were saying something? Before we were rudely interrupted!”

Making the gesture as if you were going to kick Cam in the butt as you empathized your words, causing Jamie to laugh.

“Just that, you always look hot to me.”

He flashed you a wink before one of the guys had called him away for something, lucky for you as a blush was quickly creeping over your cheeks. Hopefully disguised as you just being flush from the heat so no one would think much of it.

As your group made your way to the final stage of the night, you all had grown eager for the final performer. It was the main reason you’d come to the festival, and you all were ready to sing until your voices gave out.

Onlookers probably thought your group was annoying, the way you all belted out the lyrics, dancing around with one another. But none of you cared, enjoying every second of the night you all had been looking forward to all summer.

As you danced around, you noticed Jamie standing and talking with Trevor, drinks in hand like two awkward freshman at their first college party. Making your way over to them, you grabbed Jamie’s hand, attempting to bring him out of his shell a bit.

“Jamie don’t make me dance alone, come onnn!”

He smiled down at you as you took his hands in yours, laughing as you belted out the words along with the crowd. But despite being as drunk as he was, he wasn’t giving you much to work with. Simply rocking back and forth as he watched you. A smile on his face as he’d wondered if this was his chance, to make his move like Cam had teased him about.

But as the song came to an end, you’d let go of his hands and clapped along with the crowd. Looking on in anticipation as you all tried to predict the next song, Jamie immediately missing the feel of your hands in his as he rejoined Trevor at the back of the group.

The second the slower strums of the guitar started, you threw your hands to your hat in shock, searching the area for Cam as you knew his reaction would be similar. This song had been your favorite from the album, and you’d each had it on repeat for weeks leading up to tonight.

He’d found you from across the group, the two of you immediately belting out the words as he wrapped his arms around you, swaying you to the music before he’d switched to slow dancing.

Jamie watched as you threw your head back laughing, the way Cam’s hands were resting at your waist, beating himself up for being too concerned about what people thought to dance with you how you’d wanted. He couldn’t blame Cam for the way he acted around you, Cam wasn’t afraid to show you how he felt towards you. And you seemed to appreciate the boldness of him. And while Jamie felt he expressed his feelings in other ways, he was starting to think that it wasn’t good enough.

-

After several hours in the sun and far too much alcohol, you all were ready to head home. The house was only a short walk once outside the fairgrounds, but your feet were killing you in your boots and you were sure they would be covered in blisters. Every step hurt worse than the last, and you were ready to take your boots off and leave them behind.

“Ouch, fuck.”

Jamie noticed you wincing as you walked, and in true Jamie fashion he’d thought up an idea. Stopping you in your tracks, he’d positioned himself in front of you, slightly bending down before instructing you to jump.

Normally you’d question him whether or not he was sober enough to carry you, but with the alcohol flowing through your system and the pain in your feet, you gladly accepted. Wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms around your thighs, the two of you were the closest you’d ever been. Your cheek practically touching his as he carried you with ease down the trail.

His eyes occasionally catching yours before you’d look away embarrassed. Luckily the amount of alcohol in your system and a slight sunburn was hiding any blush that had appeared on your cheeks.

“You good?”

Jamie smirked at you as his eyes traveled from yours to your lips, then back. Something in them was different, and you felt almost nervous to be so close to him. Taking the time to appreciate how good he smelled, the way his face lit up when he looked at you. Sure you’d always thought Jamie was attractive, but you’d never thought about him in that way. But feeling his biceps flex as he carried you with ease, his hands gripping your thighs just beneath your ass, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol getting you warm or something else.

“Giddy up cowboy!”

The sting of Cam slapping your ass quickly pulled you out of the moment with Jamie as you playfully yelped. A hand leaving Jamie’s neck to grab at your ass, rubbing the sore spot before you cursed Cam.

“Don’t have it on display if you don’t want me touching it, little lady.”

He playfully tipped his hat at you, flashing a wink before he ran to catch up with some of the guys.

“He’s such a perv.”

You laughed as your arm returned to wrap around Jamie’s neck. Noticing how Jamie’s expression had turned a bit annoyed, not used to seeing him that way.

“Jamie, what’s wrong?”

He shook his head, trying to laugh it off and pretend like it was nothing. Embarrassed that he was even getting jealous over Cam’s interactions with you.

“Nothing, it’s, it’s nothing.”

You glared at him as he kept his eyes forward, knowing him all too well to believe that it was simply nothing. He could feel your eyes practically burning a hole in his cheek, finally letting out a sigh as he gave in.

“I mean, it’s not like it’s anything you don’t already know. It’s silly that I’m even bothered by Cam wanting to fuck you so bad.”

You practically choked on your own saliva hearing the words pour from Jamie’s mouth. Sure you knew that Cam flirted with you, hell he flirted with every girl that crossed his path. But either you don’t know him well enough, or you’re just oblivious to him wanting to sleep with you.

“Um, actually I didn’t know that…but why does that bother you?”

Jamie knew he could risk jeopardizing his friendship with you, but Cam was right. He needed to finally man up and make a move or he’d never have the chance.

“Because I obviously like you too. You can’t tell me you’ve never noticed it? I mean I don’t run around slapping your ass and drooling over you in front of your face. But, Cam and I feel the same way. We have for, well forever.”

“So you want to fuck me too?”

Jamie bit his tongue, unsure if he should open up a can of worms with his response. He knew the second he’d admitted how he felt, there was no turning back.

-

“You fucking told her?”

Cam’s voice was barely above a whisper as he scolded Jamie, shocked to know he’d finally grew a pair and told you how he felt. But not without dragging Cam into the mix along with him.

“Well, you told me to make a move, but then you were busy making a move and I got jealous and she noticed and it just slipped out!”

The two of them whisper bickering back and forth, trying not to make too much noise for you to overhear as you’d gone to take your hat and boots up to your room.

“It slipped out for you to tell our best friend that we both want to fuck her? Jimmy I swear to god I could kill you!”

Walking into the kitchen you couldn’t help but notice the two boys awkwardly stopping their conversation. Both of them smiling at you as if to cover up something.

“Um, hi?”

“Hey, how uh, are your feet feeling?”

Jamie tried his best to break up the awkwardness, Cam slightly laughing at his choice of a convention starter as he walked over to the island to crack open a drink.

“What is going on with you two?”

Leaning on the counter as you snacked on some chips, holding a hand out for Cam to pass you his drink so you could steal a sip. His eyes darting from Jamie to you as he handed it over, a smirk on his lips as he chuckled.

“Look, I know Jamie let the cat out of the bag. So, we just want to know, who would you pick?”

Leaning against the counter as he took his drink back from you, Cam couldn’t help but smile. Crossing his arms over his chest as he awaited your response. Jamie’s eyes wide as he had no part in the questioning, easily you knew this was Cam’s idea.

“I’m sorry?”

Playing dumb you countered the question as you walked over to Cam, jumping up to sit on the counter as he shook his head. He could see right through you, knowing that you knew exactly where he was going with this conversation. But you figured you’d have a little fun with the two of them, make things more interesting.

Cam looked to Jamie, seeing that he wasn’t going to be the one to push the conversation forward, per usual he’d have to be the one to take the lead.

“I said, which one of us would you pick to fuck you?”

Cam’s hands were now on either side of your thighs, his lips inches from yours as he studied your response, seeing how you’d slightly tensed up as he got closer. Your breath hitching in your throat at his forwardness.

“I have to pick?”

A playful tone in your voice as you raised an eyebrow at him, watching as he leaned back against the counter behind him to join Jamie. The two boys in front of you impatiently waiting for a response. Cam assuredly thinking the answer would be him simply on account of his boldness. While Jamie was hoping it was him to knock Cam off his high horse, wanting this competition between the two of them to finally be over with.

“Can I pick both?”

Both of their eyes going wide at your response as they were sure you were joking, earning a slight laugh from you. The idea certainly not one you’d had prior to this very moment, but who could blame you?

Cam had always struck you as the type of guy you’d normally go for. Outspoken, a little bit of an asshole, knows he’s hot and will be sure to remind you of it. But could back it up with his body and his ability to make you blush with every flirtatious comment that came off his lips.

Jamie on the other hand, was more reserved and lacked the surplus of confidence Cam possessed. He’d compliment you, but never too boldly. Always a gentleman and respectful, though you often wondered what he might be hiding should you ever get past his shy demeanor. Like Cam, his body was one you’d occasionally get caught staring at, the both of them strict about their gym routines and it showed.

Still in their cutoff flannels from the festival your eyes landed on their biceps, then traveling to their chests that were peeking out due to one too many buttons being undone. Which you definitely appreciated, having to squeeze your thighs together to help with the building pressure you’d started to feel as you thought about the idea of the two of them finally getting their hands on you after wanting the opportunity for so long.

Cam took notice of you pressing your thighs together, a smirk on his lips as he looked at Jamie, who was clearly hot and bothered himself over the idea as he awkwardly adjusted his stance as if to hide a growing problem in his shorts.

“Well, what do you say Jimmy, should we give the little lady what she wants?”

He waited for a moment, to get some type of response from Jamie, but he clearly was unsure of the idea. Like a deer in headlights as he watched Cam close the distance between the two of you. His lips immediately on yours, sloppy as he’d clearly been aching to have this moment. As predicted, Cam fought you for dominance. His tongue pushing past your lips as his hands gripped your face, a slight moan escaping you as you gripped his ginger curls.

Cam playfully bit your lip before his trailing kisses down to your neck. First sucking, then biting, and finally trailing his tongue over the red marks to soothe the skin.

“Fuck Cam”

He smirked against your skin hearing his name pour from your lips, urging him to continue. As your eyes slowly fluttered open, you found Jamie trying to ease the discomfort in his shorts. Embarrassed when he locked eyes with you, unsure of what to do. Sensing his hesitation to jump in, clearly by Cam taking charge of the situation, you reached a hand out to him. Pulling him towards you by his shirt as his hands softly rested on your thighs.

“Oh come on Jamie, you said you wanted to fuck me right?”

Your tone playful as you teased him, pulling him by the chin to your lips. Fingers tangled in his black locks as his hand moved to your waist, lightly digging into your skin as he finally seemed to relax.

“Atta boy Jimmy, don’t be shy. She wants it just as bad as you do.”

The kiss intensified as Jamie became more comfortable, a hand slowly pushing past your tank top to find your lace covered breasts. His hand immediately bypassing the fabric, earning a moan of approval from you as you broke the kiss, gazing up at both boys with lust filled eyes. The two of them unsure what to do next as they’d not planned for a moment like this.

“How about we go somewhere that gives us a little more space to work with?”

Biting your lip you nodded in agreement, Cam pulling you in for one last kiss before he led the way upstairs. Jamie offering to help you from the counter, to which you accepted. But not without trying to ease his nerves in the process.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him in for a kiss, his hands gripping at your waist as your legs circled his, inviting him to lift you off the counter.

Jamie carried you upstairs, the two of you stealing more kisses from one another before he laid you on the bed. Cam tossing his shirt to the side, then discarding his shorts before he’d begun trailing kisses up your thighs.

Jamie following suit before joining you on the bed, his lips finding yours again as his hands pulled your tank top over your head, eyes immediately getting ahead of his actions and undressing you further. Your hand dropping to his cock that was pressing against your side through his briefs. Jamie moaning into the kiss as you palmed him over the fabric.

Cam noticed your focus on Jamie, lightly biting at your inner thigh to gain your attention.

“Ow fuck, Cam!”

“Sorry, you were giving him all the attention. I want to know I’m making you feel good too baby.”

His hands hooked into the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down with your thong in one motion. Instinctually you closed your legs, nervous for the boys to see you so vulnerable, but Cam immediately gripped your thighs, pulling them apart as he positioned himself at your core.

“Come on baby, you can’t be shy now. You chose both remember?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Cam’s tongue trace up your slit, your free hand falling to his hair as you gripped his curls. The other hand pushing past the waistband of Jamie’s briefs, stroking him slowly as his lips fell to your neck. Breath heavy as he moaned against your skin.

“Fuck.”

His moans were needy, telling you’d need more than just your hand.

“Take these off, let me give you more than just a hand.”

Lifting his hips, Jamie pulled down his briefs. His cock slapped against his stomach as your jaw had slightly dropped at the sight. His size definitely not what you’d expected but you weren’t complaining.

“Mmm, you gonna suck his cock while I eat your pussy baby?”

Without warning Cam slips a finger between your folds to accompany the work of his tongue. Your hips arching off the bed into his touch as Jamie pulled you towards the edge of the bed, tilting your jaw to face him as he stroked his cock. Eyes falling to yours for the go ahead before slowly thrusting into your mouth.

“Holy…fuck.”

His hands falling to your hair, guiding you down as far as you’d let him. Gagging as you deepthroated him, Jamie’s breathing harsh as his head fell back at the feeling.

“Mm, she being a good girl for you Jim?”

“So fucking good.”

Jamie’s eyes met yours as he watched you take all of him in your mouth, his grip tightening in your hair as he fought the urge to fuck your face. Wanting to go easy on you and not rush anything.

Cam dipped a second finger into you without warning, picking up his pace as your hips bucked against him. His free hand moving to hold your hips in place. Wanting to help you ride out your orgasm.

“Fuck, oh my god Cam I’m gonna cum.”

“Don’t stop fucking her face Jim, make her take it.”

Jamie grabbed your hair, finally giving in to his urges. Thrusting into you as his cock hit your throat, eyes watering as you felt your climax closing in. Cam’s tongue and fingers in unison as your clenched around them, hips lifting off the bed as you came. Your moans muffled as your mouth was preoccupied with Jamie’s cock.

“Mm, she tastes so fucking good Jim. Come try for yourself.”

Jamie pulled his cock from your lips, taking Cam’s place between your legs. His eyes flashing up to you for approval before you gripped his hair and urged him to taste you.

Cam positioning himself behind you as his hands gripped your breasts, kneading the skin before focusing on your nipples as he watched Jamie along with you.

Jamie’s tongue slowly traced your slit, stopping to pay attention to your clit, the sensation causing you to buck against his face as you were still coming down from your high. Cam’s lips falling to your neck, kissing and biting at the skin before he brought your lips to his.

Hearing you moan into his mouth let him know Jamie was doing a good job. He watched as your hands gripped his hair tight, grinding your hips to match the rhythm of his tongue and fingers.

“You want him to fuck you now? I think you can handle it baby.”

Biting your lip you nodded your head, fingers releasing their grip in Jamie’s hair, though he continued. Enjoying the taste of you as he’d felt you tighten your grip on his fingers, letting him know you were close.

“Tell him what you want, use your words.”

“Please Jamie, fuck me. I need you.”

The words pouring from your lips like magic to his ears, his cock twitching at the sound of you begging for him. Pulling his fingers from you, immediately earning a whine as you already missed the contact. Cam’s fingers soon taking over as Jamie lined himself with your entrance.

He stroked himself a few times before thrusting into you, the feeling of Jamie’s cock stretching you while Cam’s fingers circled your clit had you seeing black.

“How does she feel Jim?”

“So fucking tight, fuck!”

Jamie’s hands gripped your hips as he couldn’t bother going slow, his thrusts hard and quick as he’d already been close since you’d had him in your mouth.

“Does he feel good baby? Stretching you out while I rub your clit?”

Cam’s cocky smirk was working overtime. You always assumed he was a freak, but you swore he was made for sex. The way dirty talk rolled off his lips and had you dripping wet at the sound, you were wondering how you’d gone so long without this.

“Mhm, feels so fucking good. I, I’m so close. Please don’t fucking stop.”

But instead he pulled himself from you, a gasp catching in your throat as you’d had your climax halted from the immediate loss.

You looked at Jamie as he climbed onto the bed, laying down next to you as he stroked himself.

“It’s only fair Cam gets a chance to feel how tight you are too baby.”

The sound of Jamie calling you baby had you melting, rolling over onto your knees as Cam gladly took advantage of the opportunity to fuck you from behind. His grip tight on your hip as he teased your slit with his cock, loving how wet you were.

“Ready baby?”

Ready as you’d ever be.

You’d taken Jamie’s cock back into your mouth as his hands tangled into your hair, forcing you down his length as Cam finally thrusts into you. Your moans muffled as you deepthroated Jamie, Cam’s fingers leaving bruises on your skin as he held you while his thrusts showed no signs of ceasing.

“Fuck, pussy is so tight baby. Jimmy didn’t stretch you out too much huh?”

“Fuck you Cam!”

You watched as Jamie spat back at Cam before his eyes reconnected with yours as your hand began working in unison with your mouth. His hips bucking against you as he grew close to his climax.

“Shit…I’m gonna cum baby. Keep sucking his cock, make sure he cums for you.”

“Mmm, shit. I’m gonna cum.”

Both boys moans turning you on, the low groans and grunts that spilt from their lips as they both were nearing their peaks. Watching as Jamie’s abs twitched while his breaths were short and choppy.

“Yes, fuck, ah”

The boys groaned out almost in unison. Jamie’s head fell back against the pillow as he came, your mouth still on his length as you felt the warmth of his seed hit the back of your throat. Making sure to swallow it all while you felt Cam pull his length from you as he came on your ass.

The three of you sweaty and exhausted as you tried to catch your breath. Cam heading to the restroom to grab a towel, while Jamie found you a tshirt and himself some shorts.

As the three of you got cleaned up, you nestled between the two of them under the blankets. Your head on Jamie’s chest with your legs were tangled with Cam’s, his fingers tracing circles on your thigh.

“So, you think you’ll be more likely to come visit us in Philly next season?”

Cam raised an eyebrow at you while Jamie just laughed, a hand running through your hair as you shrugged.

“I mean, if the visit is anything like tonight, I don’t see why not.”

The boys both smiling at your answer, pleased with themselves that they didn’t disappoint. Happy to have finally gotten the chance at something they were sure would never happen.

“I think the real question we want to know is, who was better? And it’s okay if you need to tell Cam he was better just so his feelings don’t get hurt, I understand.”

Rolling your eyes you could not believe how competitive they truly were. Although you could, considering that they made it a point to trash talk each other during sex.

“Mmm, hate to say it but I think it’s a tie. We might need to try again to solidify a winner?”

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Flufftober | 10.05 |

Corn Maze - Jack Hughes ft Friends (TZ, CC, JD & AT)

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when Jack Hughes and his friends found themselves standing at the entrance of Smith’s Pumpkin Patch and Corn Maze. The sun beamed down lazily, casting long shadows as they eyed the towering stalks of corn that loomed before them.

Jack, ever the instigator, grinned widely. “Alright, team! First one to the end of the maze buys dinner!”

Trevor Zegras, leaning back casually with his arms crossed, chuckled. “You say that like any of us will want to pay you after we find our way out. Let’s see who’s best at getting lost!”

Dani, Jack’s girlfriend, rolled her eyes playfully. “How about we focus on teamwork instead of making this a competition? We’ll never hear the end of it if one of you loses, anyway.”

Cole Caufield, who had been squinting at the map in his hands, suddenly interjected, “Come on, guys. Let’s just follow my lead and we’ll be out in no time.” He tilted the map and pointed dramatically toward the maze. “This way!”

As they ventured deeper into the maze, laughter echoed in the air. Jamie Drysdale and Alex Turcotte were deep in conversation, debating over who could pull off the best corn-themed Halloween costume. Jamie waved his arms animatedly, “Trust me, a cornstalk costume would be iconic! I could even add a few LED lights.”

“Or you could be a scarecrow,” Alex shot back, trying to contain his laughter. “That way you wouldn’t scare anyone away—just look like an overgrown kid.”

Meanwhile, Jack and Dani walked slightly behind the group, sharing whispered jokes while keeping an eye on their friends. The golden light filtered through the leaves, making Dani’s hair shimmer as she smiled up at Jack. “This is nice,” she said, her voice soft. “Just spending time with everyone.”

“Right?” Jack replied, his eyes sparkling. “We should do this more often.” Just as he said that, the group’s banter grew louder as they turned a corner.

Suddenly, Trevor let out an exasperated grunt. “I thought we’d been this way before!” The other boys looked around, realizing they were faced with the same fork in the path for the third time.

Cole sighed dramatically. “Anyone got a compass? This is worse than that time we got lost at the fair.”

“Alright, alright,” Jack smirked, taking charge. “Let’s split up. Dani and I will go this way.” He pointed down a narrow path. “You guys go that way. Whoever finds the exit first comes back for the rest.”

“Brilliant idea, Hughes!” Trevor smirked. “See you losers later!”

With quick waves and persuasive “no cheating!” remarks, the group went their separate ways. Jack and Dani walked hand-in-hand through the maze, laughing while occasionally stopping to admire the vibrant corn husks framing their path.

“Think they’ll really find the way out?” Dani asked, peering over her shoulder.

Jack shrugged. “With Trevor leading? It could go either way! Just look for the sound of yelling.”

The pair continued meandering through the intricate twists and turns, enjoying the peace that the maze offered. A few wrong turns, a couple of close calls with scarecrows, and a few well-placed selfies later, they finally stumbled upon an actual sign pointing to the exit.

“Guess we win!” Jack exclaimed, exuberant like a kid on Christmas morning.

But just as they began to think they had an easy route out, Trevor’s voice echoed from behind, ���Jack! Dani! We’re lost again!”

“Seriously?” Dani laughed. “We’ve been wandering around longer than I’d like to admit!”

Jack leaned against a cornstalk, laughing harder than he’d intended. “I’m starting to believe the fans when they say you and me are the parents in this group.”

Finally, after what felt like hours filled with laughs, misplaced directions, and the occasional discovery of a hidden snack stand, the whole crew found their way to the exit. They emerged into the fading sunlight, faces flushed and exhilarated.

“I love this!” Jamie said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do this again next year, but you guys better bring your A-game next time.”

As they all chimed in with agreement, Jack felt a warmth blossom in his chest. Moments like this—with friends, laughter, and Dani beside him—were what life was all about. Content, he watched the sun dip below the horizon, the world surrounding them painted in hues of orange and gold, and knew this was just the beginning of many more adventures.

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Trevor! What did you do?

Summary:Jamie leaves Brecken with Trevor unsupervised and something happens

Request: No

Word counter:702

Trevor never thought he would be in the situation where he would have his best friend's six year old child crying on the ice after getting a little to hard slap shot to his left eye.

Trevor was literally in a fight or flight response. He didn't know whether he should comfort the child and risk Jamie finding out what he did to Brecken or He could run off and leave the poor little sobbing drysdale on the ice where his dad would find him and be more pissed at his best friend.

Jamie had called Trevor to see if He wanted to come with him and Brecken to work on some hockey tactics and try different positions as Trevor is a center and Jamie is a defenseman.

Even though in Jamie's heart he wanted brecken to follow in his footsteps and be a defenseman but he just wanted to see what he would be like in different areas.

Jamie had just left a few minutes prior to the accident to go grab something from the car knowing he would feel okay with leave his son with the taller guy.

He has left Brecken with Trevor tons of times before, but never on the ice. This made Jamie a bit anxious as He knows how Trevor gets on the ice and he didn't know if his son was ready to face that.

Trevor skates over to the little boy guilt washing over him choosing the first options he thought of and get down on the ice.

"I'm sorry bud you know uncle trev didn't mean to. may i see your eye i promise i wont touch it" Trevor spoke calmly to the blue eyed blue he had injured.

Brecken looked so much like his father. He had his bright big blue eyes but had your nose which was covered in freckles just like his dad he was covered in freckles.

Trevor felt his heart hurt when he saw the little boy lift his head up seeing a bruise form around his left eye. He knew it would be a bad bruise as sometimes he doesn't know his own strength.

"Shit, Your dad is going to be so pissed at me for giving you that, but that does make you look pretty tuff" He wipes the little boys tears.

Breckon lets out one of those loud childish laughs that just brings warmth to a room like a freshly lit fireplace to which this is when Trevor joins in on the laughter.

Jamie walks in with the thing he needs to get from the car walking back into the rink hearing the laughter. He almost grins immediately because the sounds of his son laugh is music to his ears , because it sound like yours which he loves.

He starts putting his skates back on making his way on the ice onto the ice seeing his best friend laughing with his giggling son, but then he noticed the bruise forming around his left eye which made his smile fade.

Brecken notices his dad turning to his dad carefully standing up grinning big with a hit of pride saying " Look Daddy I got my first puck to the face! I didn't get a tooth knocked out but i got a bruise"

Jamie seeing his son's big smile about the whole thing made him smile knowing he was being very positive about it as he knew his son he noticed the tears in his eyes.

"I see that bec but how are we going to tell mama about this? you know how she is when daddy gets injured. what will she do when she finds out her little boy got hit" Jamie spoke softly ruffing his sons hair.

"do you see how happy he is? I don't think she will be that mad about it and it comes with the sport. All he needs is some ice and rest." Trevor spoke softly but still felt bad about what he did.

Jamie looks at him making complete eye contact with him saying "have fun telling my wife that". He already knew you would be somewhat calm about it as it was an accident and its trevor.