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norrisjpg · 4 months ago

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TASTE … ʟɴ⁴

in which, lando calls off his arrangement with his best friend for a new girl — but all he can think of is her.

contains: a little bit of angst, lando with another girl (brief smut), smut; dom!lando, brief sub!lando, body worship, oral (f + m), fingering, face-sitting, squirting, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of anal; a bit of fluff at the end.

lando norris x female character (ella ainsley)

... pretty morning streams of sunlight beamed through lando norris’ apartment windows — illuminating the blonde hair splayed on the right side of his bed. white sheets were tangled between two warm bodies, one with pinkish-red scratch marks littered down his back, and the other with light brown bruises squeezed into her hips.

who, you ask? these were the almost entwined bodies of lando norris and his best friend, ella ainsley. well, they weren't just best friends, they were something a little more - best friends with benefits, or best friends who used each other to burn off a few calories and release some pent up sexual desperation.

however, arrangements like these hardly ever end well - and it was the same for the case of lando and ella.

"morning." ella murmured as she noticed lando intently gazing at her in the early beams of light.

"morning pretty girl." he rasped, voice a little croaky as his eyes fluttered open and closed a few times. "sleep well?"

"as always." she smiled groggily, letting her eyes naturally close for a few seconds, before her gaze fell back to the brit practically on top of her. "you?"

"always when i'm with you." he breathed out, staring at her for a moment or two, before pulling his gaze away from and rolling over.

lando got out of bed with a large stretch, muscles in his back contorting as his shoulders rolled back, ella's eyes fixated on him - he was so gorgeous.

"breakfast?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows as he rubbed his eye with his knuckles — stood there in his black boxers and nothing else.

“mhm.” she nodded sleepily with a small smile.

now, these two seem very cuddly and lovey — don’t they? ella thought so too, so the events of the following week severely surprised and hurt her - a lot.

“i’m calling it off.” lando said as they sat in his car. "going on a date tomorrow night, sorry.”

his tone was blunt but soft — like he didn’t care but he did? men were so confusing.

“oh.” she said simply, blinking at him. “okay.”

originally, ella thought his message had been one of those messages, telling her to get ready to be picked up by him, but clearly not.

“what’s her name?” she asked, glancing over at him as she fiddled with her fingers in her lap.

“um… luna.” he nodded, the air in the car having now grown extremely thick.

“oh, okay.” ella replied quietly. “i look forward to meeting her.”

…

of course she didn’t look forward to meeting her.

ella spent the rest of the evening in her apartment, wondering what this meant for their friendship. surely there was no way of coming back from this - lando had ruined her for anyone else.

there was no way that anyone could compare to him, in a lot of ways. she thought it was completely impossible for anyone to make her see literal constellations on her ceiling, for anyone to make her cry the tears of torturous pleasure, for anyone to make her so loud.

lando’s date went quite well, luna was polite and nice, and pretty too. the two went back to her apartment — lando never brought girls back to his apartment, in fear of media and paparazzi.

her apartment was nice, he felt lost though. her hand led him to her bedroom immediately — this all felt a little wrong.

usually, with ella, she’d come round to his place, they’d have dinner, watch a movie, and let it happen naturally — this whole straight away thing felt a little forced.

she didn’t even bother kissing him, instead she was straight onto her knees and working at his dress pants roughly. was it bad he missed the feeling of someone’s lips all over his jaw and neck and collarbone and chest and abs? how softly her hands would undo his belt or untie the strings of his joggers? how she’d suck dark hickeys on his v-line as she tugged his clothes to the floor?

he wasn’t even hard. like, there was a little bit of blood rushing south but nowhere near enough to make him useful to her.

well, he wasn’t hard until her lips wrapped around him and descended down. she didn’t even gag. usually, well before ella, he would have found that so hot — but ella had the worst gag reflex on the planet, but she’d keep going nonetheless — gazing up at him as tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

“mhm.” he hummed as her tongue brushed over the sensitive slit at the tip of his cock.

it wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know what he liked — so he couldn’t complain.

she must have been on that floor for the best part of fifteen minutes? he was getting closer to something, maybe stimulation or something but it most definitely wasn’t an orgasm.

“come here.” he mumbled, pulling her up to him, pushing her back on the bed.

they weren’t even naked, yet he quickly spread her legs and pulled her underwear to the side. after quickly rolling a condom over himself, he ran his cock through her folds a few times, not really bothering to make sure she was properly lubed up as he would do usually — before pushing in.

it didn’t take her long to cum, maybe a few minutes? still, he didn’t cum, nevertheless he pulled out with a fake moan, slipping the condom off of him quickly and tossing it in the bin near him.

“that was… incredible.” she panted out, sitting up. “are you going to stay the night?”

“um.” he pursed his lips — quick, think of a lie. “sorry, i can’t, got to be up early for a team meeting.”

a team meeting, really? in the middle of the summer break?

…

for ella, it wasn't now the fact that when she had sex she didn't cum, it was the fact that she couldn't cum, full stop.

she'd even enlisted the help of her ex-boyfriend, jack. it was easy, really, ella had messaged him saying she missed him and asked if he wanted to come over.

surprise, surprise, he was of no use to her.

so, when a new week rolled around, both parties were distraught. lando for being such an idiot and calling off the deal, ella for not being able to cum no matter how hard she tried.

she was adamant that tonight was the night.

ella had even gone out and treated herself to some new lingerie — the prettiest deep blue matching bra and underwear from victoria’s secret.

she had to admit, she looked hot.

her delicate fingers shamefully ran down her tummy, squeezing the skin gently as the others toyed with her nipples.

usually, by now, she’d be writhing underneath lando and begging him for more — but he wasn’t here and neither was the pleasure he’d bring with him.

she imagined it was his veiny hands travelling down her body like a well-trained explorer, paying attention to the dips of her hips and the small bump of her v-line. it did something momentary for her, heat flushing down her inner thighs, but it quickly died along her chest after rolling up her tummy.

"fuck." she groaned, and not in a good way.

ella was about to reach to her bedside cabinet for one of her helpers, when a frantic knock echoed through her apartment — who on earth was at her door at seven on a sunday evening?

sluggishly, ella crawled out of bed, grabbing her dressing gown and wrapping it around her body.

knock-knock-knock-knock-knock!

"god, okay, i'm coming." she huffed as she walked toward the door.

and there he was — the subject of her torture and her desires.

"la-"

hands frantically cupped her cheeks, pressing a needy kiss to her lips — okay, this definitely wasn't something that they usually did. nevertheless, she melted into the kiss, her hands travelling to the back of his head as he walked them forward and kicked the door shut behind him.

she pulled away reluctantly — "woah, woah, woah. what are you doing here? i thought you called the deal off?"

"i did, i missed you." he nodded, going to lean in desperately again, but he was stopped by her index finger on his lips.

"what the fuck are you doing then?" ella raised her eyebrows, waiting for an answer from the brit.

"i like you, like a lot, ells." he blurted out. "like more than best friends."

what. the. fuck.

"huh." was all she could muster, blinking rapidly up at him.

"i mean if you don't feel the same i'll leave and we can—"

"no, no — just say it again so i know i'm not going insane." she shook her head, reassuring him that he wasn't about to be kicked out.

"ella ainsley, i like you, a lot."

"wow." her mouth hung slightly agape, and with a laugh, she continued, "oh! sorry, i like you too, so much."

"thank god." he breathed out, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "come here, pretty girl."

lando stepped forward and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist — she thought she could have actually cum from the action alone.

"be my girlfriend, please?"

"well, since you asked so nicely," she smiled with a blush. "yes, i will be your girlfriend, lando norris."

"good, 'cause i wasn't going to give you a choice anyway." he laughed softly, pressing another gentle peck to her lips as he navigated his way to her bedroom.

she rolled her eyes with a giggle, adjusting her arms around his neck as he walked through the doorway and toward her double bed. lando put her down on her feet, quickly undoing the bow at the front of her dressing gown — expecting her to be in pyjamas underneath or something.

his jaw hit the floor along with the robe — she looked fucking divine.

"fucking hell." he breathed out with a low groan, drinking in her body under the lace set — blue always was one of his favourite colours. "jesus ells."

"you like it?" she asked, the most innocent look in her eyes.

"fucking love it." he rasped, gently shoving her back onto the bed and taking his shirt off immediately. "look gorgeous."

an adorable blush spread across her features and a smile painted itself across her lips.

immediately, he leant down and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to her neck, trailing down to her chest — tapping her side and mumbling, "up," prompting her to arch up her back so he could undo her bra.

lando expertly unclasped the mechanism and slid the material off of her body, tossing it to the side. soft moans left her lips as he attached his lips to one of her nipples, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. two of his fingers travelled up to her mouth, tapping at her lips softly so he could slide his digits in.

she welcomed them warmly, sucking on them softly as he pressed them against her tongue. lando then quickly pulled them out with a low groan, and brought said fingers down to her other nipple, pinching and softly rolling it in between his fingers.

"please." ella whined as heat fizzed and bubbled all over her body.

"hm, what was that?" lando teased, looking directly up at her with a small smirk.

"lando.." she groaned with a small laugh. "just get on with it."

"how romantic." he joked, letting his now free hand travel down to her abdomen.

he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her underwear and pulled it up, letting it snap back against her tummy. lando watched the dazed look in her eyes as he shuffled downward, letting his lips press soft kisses on her stomach along the way — before latching his teeth onto her panties and slowly pulling them down.

god, he was a sight for sore eyes.

lando quickly then pulled them off the rest of the way, and spread her legs wide open before him. ella thought she had ascended to heaven when he gently let his spit find its way to her pussy, lubing her to no end.

he was merciless, giving her no warning at all before his tongue was aggressively flicking at her clit and two of his thick fingers were stuffed deep inside of her, finding that spongey spot that drove her wild.

"lando... fuck." she moaned loudly, trying to close her legs around his head, but failing when they fell weak upon feeling his spare hand pressing down on her lower stomach. "god... yes!"

he murmured something incoherently hot into her folds, the vibrations causing the magic knot in her stomach to coil nice and tight.

it was like heaven on earth. his lips sucked at her clit messily and the most lewd sounds were emerging from her due to her wetness and lando's extra lube — god, he loved it.

"lan—" she whimpered, she fucking whimpered; lando could have died in her pussy a happy man right there and then.

her mind flashed with warm colours, like warning lights in a factory — something was different about how he felt, and it was sending her barrelling toward her first orgasm of the evening.

"fuck, ells." lando groaned into her when her hand needily grabbed at his hair, running her nails through his mullet — she was definitely a mullet fan now.

"god — so close." ella whined so desperately, so loudly.

lando knew what made her tick — always had, always would. so, it was natural for him when he gently squeezed her clit between his teeth and scissored his fingers apart just that little bit harder — and it was no surprise to him when she fucking fluttered around him, her inner walls shaking violently as she came all over his fingers.

he pulled them out quickly, replacing his fingers with his tongue so he could taste the remnants of her ecstasy — so fucking sweet.

"taste so good, baby." he mumbled as he licked a stripe up her cunt.

her hips bucked away from his mouth, but his arms held her firmly downward — "hey, let me taste you, ells."

"too much." she breathed out, not really meaning it, but she felt so sensitive right now it was insane. "let me make you feel good, yeah?"

the words coming from her mouth made lando's head shoot up and look at her from between her thighs — "don't worry about me, darling."

"no, no." she shook her head. "i want to — missed your cock in my mouth." ella felt strange saying such lewd things but she could tell it was definitely turning lando on.

"oh yeah?" he teased. "missed me in your mouth?"

"yeah, always turns me on." she nodded quickly, sitting up. "on the bed, lan."

lando, for once, did as he was told. he sat on the bed as she got to her knees as quickly as possible.

he was wearing these baggy blue jeans with a basic black belt — ella's favourite pair because they were so easy to undo, even when she had nails on.

she undid the buckle and unbuttoned the jeans, before yanking them down his legs and let them pool at his ankles — too eager to throw them to the side.

ella took his cock in her hand, tracing her finger up the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft, earning a shudder from the driver above her. on the other hand, ella also knew what made lando tick, she knew he was a sucker for eye contact, that he would melt when she praised him, and the slit of his cock and his tip? she was sure she could get him to come without even touching any other part of him.

after sliding the pad of her thumb over his sensitive tip, and making his hips stutter up into her hand, ella got to work. as soon as her lips wrapped around his tip, lando's hand had gathered her hair back into a makeshift ponytail and was tightly holding it. she always did this, and it never failed — as if it was a routine; tease him by sucking on his tip for a little, then kiss his cock all over while muttering praises to him, and then literally go to fucking town on him while gazing up at him with pretty doe eyes — worked every fucking time.

so that's what she did.

"fucking hell, ells." lando moaned lowly as her tongue swirled around his tip, swiping over his slit every now and again.

she kept going until he was whining and whimpering, bucking his hips away from oversensitivity even though he hadn't cum yet. she then leant down and ran her tongue from the base to tip, before leaving messy lip gloss stains up his cock.

"good boy." she praised softly as he whined out, biting his lower lip and tossing his head back. "such a pretty boy."

"god—" he whimpered loudly. "fucking hell, baby, don't stop."

she pretended as if she was going to keep going, sticking her tongue out to lick him again, before quickly lifting her head up and sinking him slowly into her mouth.

her gag reflex kicked in around halfway down his cock, her throat convulsing and fluttering around him as he hit her tonsils — but she didn't care. tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she began to bob her head, fast.

"god...” lando groaned, head tossed back and hand gripping her hair so tightly as he began to thrust softly up into her mouth. "ella..."

it was so good he couldn't even look at her — he knew that if he looked at the angel between his legs then he was a dead man.

and boy was he right.

a brief look at the woman on her knees with her mouth wrapped around his aching cock was enough to make him spiral — a guttural groan left his lips and his hips bucked up into her mouth, the feeling of his tip hitting the back of her throat making thick ropes of hot cum spill into her mouth, coating her tonsils generously.

"fuck, ells." lando panted heavily, wiping a small bit of his release off of the side of her mouth — before pushing it into her mouth again.

he went soft for a few seconds, but the sight of her getting up and sitting on his lap? that made all the blood rush straight back to his cock, aching and twitching.

"no, no." he tutted.

with his strength alone, he lifted her from his lap and laid himself down on the bed, putting her down on his face. ella almost yelped at the feeling of his nose pressing against her clit, her hips lifting off of him immediately.

"sensitive, baby?" he teased, hands squeezing her ass firmly — earning a quick nod. "what a shame."

lando's hands stayed planted firmly on her ass cheeks, kneeding them softly as he pulled her back down onto his face. his nose pressed against her clit as his tongue slipped inside of her, swirling around her walls — her thighs clenched around his head harshly.

slowly but surely, the sensitivity faded to overwhelming pleasure, and ella began to grind her hips back and fourth, whiny, airy moans leaving her lips every time her clit was poked by his nose.

"fuck—" she moaned loudly, frantically searching for purchase with her hands, finally finding home in his hair. "lando... yes—"

it was when her thighs began to clench and shake, when her walls began to flutter around his tongue, when her hands grabbed extra hard at his hair, when her moans turned airy and high-pitched — he knew.

the feeling of his nose grinding against her clit sent her over the edge, combined with his conveniently long tongue pressing against her g-spot — she was well and truly gone.

“yeah — right there. fuck!”

lando didn’t let up at all, if anything, his efforts doubled. his nose dug into her clit, sending her flying over the edge. the warm liquid gushed out of her, coating his lips and nose and cheeks and chin — he relished the moment like it was his last alive. her legs trembled and shook like a fucking earthquake, his nose now tapping against her sensitive spots as she bucked her hips from oversensitivity.

"god—" ella panted out, lando moving her back onto his lap, before then flipping her over so her perfect ass was high up in the air for him.

he could see her pretty entrance clenching and relaxing, fluttering in the harsh aftershocks of her orgasm — drawing him in.

"gonna let me have this one day, aren't you, pretty girl?" lando cooed, his voice soft but raspy, with his thumb toying with the untouched hole enticing him — anal was something he'd always wanted to try with ella, and ella only.

"yeah — uh huh." she babbled, her hips voluntarily pushing back toward him, now feeling incredibly empty without him stuffed deep inside of her, one way or another. "please."

"give me a second, baby." he rasped, leaning over to her bedside cabinet to grab a condom — only for her hand to swat his away.

"no, want to feel you properly." ella whined. "need to."

"are you sure, ells?" lando asked quietly — they'd never had sex without a condom before.

"i'm sure." she replied, looking back at him, blinking at the driver in anticipation.

lando actually thought he could have died right there and then, her begging was driving him insane. "okay." he panted out.

he softly presses forward, running the tip of his aching cock through her folds — his member pressing against her clit briefly. lando groaned out at the feeling of his sensitive tip sliding inside of her, feeling whole and complete and at home inside her.

no time was wasted, he was pumping in and out of her almost immediately, tapping her g-spot delicately to taunt her.

she whined and whimpered and writhed underneath him, moaning incoherently as he fucked her senseless. her hips pushed back against him to meet his steady thrusts - he immediately knew that meant she wanted it harder, but not faster.

lando quickly altered the angle at which he was pushing forward at, and he could straight away tell that was what she needed. his thick cock was now slamming against her g-spot, and it made him even more determined to ruin her. a veiny hand reached between her legs, flicking effortlessly at her clit, her hips jolting and legs buckling as his thumb circled it quickly. he wanted to make her fall apart.

not that he could see it, but tears were streaming down her face, moans turning needier and more carnal as he started to whimper louder than he was previously.

"touch yourself, baby." he commanded, voice sultry and low.

her hand made its way to her dripping pussy, rubbing shapes and patterns on her clit, as lando's hand occupied itself with pressing down on her lower stomach.

one particularly deep thrust made her collapse, ella's lower body begging to be released, but the singular hand lando had placed on her stomach kept her up, doubling the size of the knot in her tummy in the process.

his name fell from her lips like a fucking prayer, rolling off of her tongue with such ease it might as well have been an everyday item - mixed with whines of 'right there' and 'don't stop, please.'

and fall apart she did.

another one of those impossibly deep thrusts sent her spiralling, tears streaming, throat raw, pussy clenching like her life depended on it. her whole body tensed and relaxed all at the same time, walls constricting around him, fluttering and shaking and squeezing so intensely lando though he was actually going to die.

he didn't die, but he did cum - hard. hot, thick liquid shot out of his tip, filling her up so much it began to leak out of her, dripping down her inner thighs as her legs shook harshly. he kept thrusting though his own orgasm, somehow, causing the familiar clear liquid to gush from her sensitive pussy and coat his balls, her legs, the once clean sheets - if he could take a photo, he would.

he pulled out as slowly as he could, very much aware of the fact that she would be sore after that entire ordeal. she winced softly, but lando just gazed down at her puckered hole, screaming and red, fluttering and unsure of what to do with itself without him stuffed inside.

"you okay, baby?" lando asked softly, rolling her onto her back gently.

"fuck- yeah... god." she babbled, breathless and heaving slightly.

he laughed airly, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. he headed to the bathroom, and she closed her eyes. the next thing ella knew, a warm flannel was being pressed in between her legs, and her hips were involuntarily bucking away from the pressure.

"hey, hey, stay still, okay?" he quietly cooed, rubbing her inner thigh lovingly. "can you do that for me?"

an unsure hum left her lips, and after a few attempts, her body began to settle and lando continued to clean her up, wiping the remnants of their mixed release off of her body, and then afterward he scurried back off to the bathroom to do the same for himself.

lando returned again a few minutes later, holding a change of clothes and a glass of water for her - having now gotten dressed into some spare clothes he kept at her apartment.

"ells?" he murmured as he sat down next to her splayed out body on the bed. "i've got you some clothes, if you want them?"

she nodded, lifting her arms up into the air so she could put her arms through the t-shirt. she never let him dress her afterward, she must have been really out of it.

lando laughed fondly, helping the girl dress before assisting her into bed, tucking her in before crawling in next to her. it was natural for her to roll into his arms, and when she did, lando naturally pulled her in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

"night, lan." she mumbled.

"goodnight, love."

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qrrieterisunnq · 1 month ago

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Secret Santa - Nico Hischier

the swiss love charm au

NICO!HISCHIER X AINSLEY!HUGHES — WARNINGS: Nothing just some pure sweet content — SUMMARY: Where is Nico invites Ainsley and Quinn to their Christmas party at his apartment. And instead of a normal Secret Santa, he comes up with a better idea. Handmade gifts. — WORD COUNT: 4,45K PART OF THE SWISS LOVE CHARM AU

Nico is well known for his Christmas Devil’s family party, which he has organized every year since becoming a Captain. And this year is no different. Only with the difference he invited Quinn and Ainsley too.

He’s not sure why, but he had to. Since the last time he saw Ainsley, he has this weird feeling inside his chest every time Jack or Luke mentions her.

So, when the doorbell tone sounds through his apartment, he jogs to the door with slight nervousness and opens them wide. Quinn’s face pops first, then Jack’s and lastly Luke’s. Nico pulls his brows together, searching for Ainsley when he can’t see her anywhere.

“Don’t worry lover boy, she’s in the car changing Freya’s clothes.” Quinn pats Nico’s chest moving past him inside the apartment.

“I am not a lover boy.” He turns around looking at Quinn with wide eyes.

“Oh, come on, Cap. We all know.” Luke smiles at him, showing his teeth.

“What do you know?” he asks, confusion written on his face as he closes the door behind him.

“Nothing Neeks.” Jack shakes his head just in time, the doorbell sounds through the apartment multiple times this night. This time he knows it is Ainsley with Freya, so he isn’t surprised when he sees her gorgeous face pop into his view.

A smile immediately forms on his lips as he looks at them.

“Hi,” she says in a soft voice, rocking her baby girl on her hip. “I assume I am right here for the Christmas party, right Nico?” she cocks her head to the side as she watches Nico’s cheeks, and the tips of his ears turn pink.

“Yeah, yeah you are,” he shakes his head moving away from the way. “Come on in.” he motions by his hand ushering her inside.

“I am sorry I am late, but I had to change this princess’s clothes because we had a little accident on the way here, right Fre?” she tickles her daughter’s side earning a loud shriek from her.

“Yeah,” she says shyly, making both Nico and Ainsley laugh at her. Nico's heart swells at the sight in front of him. He doesn’t know why he feels this, but he kinda likes it. “I’m sworry,” Freya whispers looking into her mother’s eyes.

“Hey, babygirl,” Ainsley looks at her with confusion written on her face. “Why are you apologizing?” she asks not knowing what is happening.

Freya just shrugs her shoulder hiding her head in her mother’s neck.

She kisses the side of her head and puts her down. “Go find uncle Quinn he has your toys, okay?” she nods and looks up at Nico who crouches down next to her.

“There are other kids, so you can go play with them,” he says softly, smiling at the little girl standing in front of him.

“Okay,” She smiles at him, showing him her four white teeth. “Twank you.” She giggles when Nico wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“You are welcome. By the way, I like your dress, princess,” he compliments her puffy green dress. “Is that Tiana's dress?”

The girl’s eyes light up when she figures out that the giant hockey player knows the name of her favorite Disney princess. Freya nods her head eagerly, jumping on her spot from the happiness. She then looks up at her mother who just stands there with a wide smile.

“Know her?” Freya says with excitement in her voice.

“Yeah, she’s one of my favourites.”

“Mommy!” she yells and giggles at what the big guy in front of her said. She points at him and says, “Know Tiana!”

“Yeah, I heard baby. Now go play with the other kids, and don’t forget to find uncle Quinn, okay babygirl!” she smiles at her, fixing her hair.

“Thank you.” Ainsley smiles appreciatively at Nico, as he gets up from the crouch.

“Oh, no need. Can I get you something for a drink?”

“Uhm, do you have something non-alcoholic? I am still breastfeeding.” Ainsley says, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she shyly looks at him. She doesn’t know why she’s so nervous and shy all around him, but she is, and it makes her nervous because this has never happened before.

“Yeah, sure! Go sit down; I will bring it to you!” He smiles at her, waiting for her to find a seat before he jogs in the kitchen to make her and Freya a drink.

“You saw that?” Jack nudges Quinn’s shoulder and points at Ainsley, who sits down next to Freya with a shy smile on her lips as she tries to sneak glances at Nico, who looks the same way.

“Yeah,” he chuckles shaking his head at their oblivion.

“They are so cute it hurts,” this time Luke says something while wrapping his hands around his brother’s shoulders. I'm glad they live on opposite sides of the continent,” he chuckles and makes his way to the other guys from the team.

“I thought you would sit somewhere more comfortable than the ground.” Nico’s deep voice startles Ainsley, her hand clasping around her heart.

“Jesus Christ, you scared the darn out of me.” she laughs, still clutching her heart.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He chuckles, crouching down next to her and handing her the drink. The one he had for Freya is still in his hand as he watches her play with probably her teddy bear.

“Hey, princess,” he calls, her head whipping towards where he and her mother are sitting. “I bought you something for a drink.” He grins when he notices her eyes sparkle and a smile form on her little lips.

Freya scoots over, taking the plastic cup from his hand, carefully not wanting to spill it out. She smiles at him shyly and sips from the cup.

“Fre, what do we say?” Ainsley reminds her, waiting for her girl to say thank you. She doesn’t want Nico to think that he daughter isn’t well-mannered.

“Thank you, sir.” She whispers shyly and hands the drink to her mom. Nico chuckles at the cute little princess in front of him, reaching his hand in front of her. “You can call me Nico.”

Hesitantly she looks at her mom, for approval if she can shake his hand. When Ainsley nods her head, she reaches her hand out and grasps Nico’s huge one. “I am Freya Alana Hughes.”

Ainsley let out a quiet gasp, just like the brothers as they watch them from afar. “That’s our girl.” Jack giggles as she watches Freya giggle in front of Nico.

“Yeah, but I don’t like how close is your cap to Ains,” Quinn says with a frown as his palms slightly clench into fists.

“Yeah, me neither.” Luke nods his eyes examining Nico and Ainsley.

“Okay, Fre, I’m going over there,” she says, pointing in the direction of where her brothers are standing. “To talk with your uncles, okay? So, if you need something, come to me, yeah?” she caresses her daughter's cheek, waiting for her to nod her head or say something.

“Okay,” Fre smiles reaching for her mom. Ainsley chuckles, wrapping her arms around, the girl’s little frame, peppering her face with kisses earning the most perfect sound. Freya giggles. “Vove you, mommy.”

“Oh, baby. I love you too. Now go play with your friends.” she smiles and nods toward the other kids who are already looking at her with wide smiles.

Nico stands up and offers his hand to Ainsley, who accepts it with a smile soft smile and a low grunt leaves her mouth.

“Sorry,” she giggles as she straightens herself. “My back hurts.”

“Oh don’t. I get it.” He chuckles, his hand still holding Ainsley’s soft and smaller one.

Ainsley clears her throat, as her eyes are locked on their hands.

“Oh yeah right. Sorry.” With an awkward chuckle, Nico lets go of her hand, scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey, cap! C’mere!” Dawson yells from the other end of the room, waving his hand with a wide smile at him. Nico shoots him a look and then looks back at Ainsley with an apologetic smile.

“Go I’m going to my brothers.” She smiles and makes her way to her brothers who are standing in the corner of the room, already looking at her.

“Stop it. All of you.” She hisses as soon as she gets to them.

“Mommy,” Ainsley feels a light tug on her dress and the soft voice of her daughter. She and the boys’ gazes drop down to the little girl who is standing next to her mom, with a shy smile.

Ainsley immediately crouches down, wrapping her hands over her tiny figure, “What’s up baby?” she asks, smiling at her and lightly tucking her dress down.

Freya looks up at her uncles and other guys standing there and looking at her as she shyly ducks her head between her shoulders. She then looks back at her mommy and leans in, to whisper, “Ungry.” She murmurs in her ear and then shyly smiles at her. Ainsley looks around herself, looking for a clock.

“Watcha looking for?” Quinn asks, his brows locked into a frown.

“Clock.”

Quinn pulls out his phone, and when he sees the time, he realizes, what is going on. “It’s seven.”

“Oh shoot,” She sighs and picks her daughter in her arms, looking around for some room where she can breastfeed her. “Baby, I am sorry.”

“What is going on?” Luke asks totally confused, his eyes flying from his sis to his brother.

Jack’s eyes fly to his little brother in surprise. “Jezz, Luke. You are dumb or dumb,” he shakes his head. “Think.”

“Neeks!” Ondrej shouts, his hand waving at him, in the moment when Luke finally figures out what is going on here.

“Sorry sis.”

“That’s okay, Lulu.” Ains giggles, caressing Luke's arm.

“Yeah, what up?” Nico asks when he stops right next to Ainsley and looks at her with a smile.

She returns her smile and asks, “Can I use your bathroom or some room where I can feed Freya?”

Nico’s eyes lower on Freya who is playing with Luke’s hand right now. “Yeah definitely, come with me,” Nodding his head, he leads Ainsley to his room, so she can sit down on the cloud chair he has in there and lock herself, to have some privacy. “Do you want me to bring you something? I can give you one of my old shirts if you need it?”

“Oh, no, no. That’s okay, I have mine, but they are down, in the car.” She sighs, closing her eyes. How could she forget her bag with Freya’s things?

“I can tell the boys to get it for you.” He suggests and opens the door to his bedroom.

“That’d be nice of you, thank you.” she really is grateful. In the past year, a lot of people looked at her with judgment, when she had to breastfeed in public space.

With a last smile, he leaves the room, leaving her and Freya alone. “Okay baby girl, let’s get to it, okay? We’ll feed you and then change your diaper, okay?” she says in a baby tone, tickling her girl earning loud giggles from her.

Ainsley sits with Freya in the cloud chair, pulls down the strap of her dress, and unclips her feeding bra. She positions Freya on her lap, and she immediately sucks on her nipple. Ainsley rests her head against the cloud chair as she watches Freya who is calmly sucking.

A soft knock is heard on the door before the door opens revealing her twin's face. Quinn smiles at her, locks the door behind him, and walks to her with the bag in his hand.

“Hi,” He says as he sits down on the ground right next to her, to keep her company. He is used to seeing his sister breastfeeding, so it doesn’t seem weird to him.

“Hi.” She grins back her hand caressing Freya’s back. “Enjoying?”

“Yeah. It is nice to know the team that your little brothers play for.” he wiggles his brows, making Ains giggle and shake her head.

“Oh, I see.”

“So,” he trails off, looking around the room. “Nico,”

“Oh, come on, Quinn,” She says, rolling her eyes, but a small smile grows on her lips.

“Ains,” he says in a tender warning tone as if he can read her mind. “I know you and you know that.”

“Quinn, no. I mean…” she sighs and moves Freya up when she slides down. “I don’t know. It’s hard.”

“No, it’s not. But I get it.” He says, squeezes her hand in understatement, and giggles when Freya opens her eyes which widen when she notices her uncle is here.

“Yeah.” She sighs and looks down chuckling, when she sees her girl making faces at her uncle. With a shake of her head, she caresses the hair from her face, earning her attention. She leans down and kisses her forehead.

“Everything done?” Jack asks and takes his niece from Ainsley's arms.

“Yeah,” She nods and her gaze wanders to Nico, who is standing in the kitchen preparing some drinks probably. “She is just a little bit sleepy.”

“I can see that,” Luke chuckles when he looks down at Freya, whose eyes are closed. “I can take her to our place if you want.” He offers, his eyes still glued to his niece.

“No, that’s okay Lu. I don’t want you to miss out on something here.” Ains shakes her head.

“Nah. I actually was on my way home, before you came down,” he says, looking around the group, as they nod their heads. “Really, sis.” He chuckles when he sees Ainsley’s look.

“Oh, you are leaving, Luke?” Nico asks as he stops right next to Ainsley and hands her a drink. She looks at him in shock just like Quinn and Jack.

“Yeah, I guess.” He says nervously and scratches the back of his neck.

“No, you have to stay,” Nico insists, wrapping his arm around Luke’s shoulders. “Or you’ll be doing more laps on next practice.”

Jack and Jesper laugh at this, sending a teasing smile to Luke’s way, who just lets out a sigh and drops his shoulders in defeat.

“Fine, fine.” He says trying to sound angry, but the smile on his lips ruins it.

“Good.” He sings and turns towards the rest of the people. “Okay, if you wouldn’t mind, sit yourself around the table. I have something little for y’all.”

As everyone gathers around the table, he notices, that Freya is tiredly lying on Jack’s shoulder.

“If you want to, you can put her to sleep in my room.” He offers to Ainsley, who shoots him, yet another surprised look this evening.

“Really? I mean, you wouldn’t mind?”

“No not at all.”

“Okay, thank you.” She says appreciatively and with a small smile, she takes Freya from Jack’s arms, whispering in his ear, while Nico’s eyes don’t leave her figure.

“Don’t be too obvious, cap,” Timo whispers in his ear as he passes him to sit down. Nico quickly averts his eyes away from her, walks inside the walk-in closet next to the doors, and pulls out a box.

“Okay, this year, we did not do a secret Santa the way we do every year, so I thought we could change it a little bit,” He wiggles his brows and drops the box on the table. “But before I explain, someone wants something for a drink?”

As Nico takes the ‘orders’ for drinks, Ainsley puts Freya in bed and joins the rest of the team around the table with a confused look.

“What is going on?” she asks Jonas, who is right next to her.

“Have no idea,” He chuckles. “You are as confused as the rest of us.”

“Oh, okay.” She chuckles too and relaxes.

As soon as everyone has their drink, Nico explains that they will pull out names, just like they do for normal Secret Santa, but this time, they will make a handmade gift for them, but the gift has to be something that either starts with the first name of the person they pull, or something that reminds them of the person they pull.

“I like this idea.” Barbora, Ondrej’s wife says with excitement and Ainsley notices her thick accent.

So, after everyone pulls out one name from the bag, they get in the work.

Jack, who pulled out his younger brother, knew immediately what he would make for him. He reached out for a brown paper and a pencil and started drawing a moose. Quinn who notices, chuckles and slightly nudges Ainsley's arm and points at Jack. Ainsley just shakes her head and thinks about what she could make for Nico, whom she pulled out.

She doesn’t really know much about him, only what she heard from her brothers and what she learned from the two times she actually met him. After what feels like an hour of thinking, she finally figures out what she could make.

For the past few days, she has seen many videos where girls make small stars in a box, so when you open it, the stars will flow in the air on a thread.

She smiles at the idea and gets in the work. She reaches for the box Nico brought and pulls out red papers and one white from whom she’ll do the box.

She then looks around the table for some pencils, so she can outline it. Noticing that is lying in front of Jack, she snatches it from him with a mischievous smile.

“That was mine!” still with a smile, Ainsley wiggles her brows at him and sticks her tongue like a kid. Jack frowns and looks at Quinn to tell him.

“Don’t even try, J. I ain’t you mom.” Quinn knows his sibling very well, so he doesn’t even need to look up to know what is going on. He lived with them for almost eighteen years, so he got used to it.

Jack shakes his head at his younger siblings and sticks his tongue at them. Everyone around the table just chuckles at the Hughes siblings. They know how a strong bond Jack and Luke have, so they are not surprised when they see their interaction with the remaining two Hughes.

“So Ainsley, tell us something about you?” Nicole, Jesper’s fiancée, asks with interest as she doesn’t know anything about her but wants to get to know her.

“Uh, there is really nothing interesting about me,” Ainsley chuckles, looking around the table at everyone. “I’m a daughter of two and sister of three very talented hockey players. I’ve never played hockey, because I am a really bad skater,” to confirm all three brothers nod their heads with chuckles, remembering the times when they tried to teach her how to skate. “I got pregnant two years ago and now I’m a mom of the most amazing girl,” she smiles at them proudly, but those who know can notice the sadness in her eyes. “Which I hope will be a better skater than her mom.”

“Oh, she will,” Luke grins at her as he reaches for scissors. “She has the coolest uncles, who will teach her.” Cockiness in his voice is so clear that everyone has to laugh at it.

“I don’t doubt that,” Winking at him, Ainsley opens the glue and puts some on the corners of the paper. “In my free time, which I don’t really have, I love reading, watching hockey or crocheting.”

“And may I ask who Freya’s father is?” this time it’s Barbora who asks with a soft smile. She never heard Luke or Jack talking about him so she figured out it is probably something Ainsley doesn’t want to talk about.

“Baru,” Ondrej whispers, shaking his head, when he notices all Hughes stiffen.

“No, that’s okay, Ondrej,” she sends a smile their way and clears her throat. “It is actually a good question, that I ask myself almost every day, but I don’t know.”

“Oh my gosh. I-I am so sorry.” Barbora immediately apologizes, not knowing such a thing.

“No, it’s okay, really. I was drunk and some guy took advantage of it and it just happened,” She notices that the whole table is looking at her with pity and everyone is silent. Just when she’s about to tell them not to look at her like this, Nico jumps in it.

“Well, I think it doesn’t matter who he is because he is a piece of shit for doing this. But you have a beautiful daughter and that is what matters,” Ainsley smiles at him appreciatively, Luke noticing the interaction between the two of them smirking slightly. “Plus I forgot to tell you that we all have twenty minutes to finish the gist, so let’s get into the work.”

“I am going to check up on Fre, yeah?” Luke murmurs into Ainsley’s ear as they all are seated on the couch.

“Thank you.” She smiles, caressing his arms in appreciation.

“Oh, I’ll come with you. I need to look at my kids too.” Barbora giggles and stands up from Ondrej’s lap. During the time they all did the presents, Ondrej’s kids came that they were tired too, so Nico told them to put them in bed too.

“We’ll be waiting for you to give the gifts!” Nico sits down on a chair he brought from the dining table.

“Okay!” they call back before everyone can hear the quiet click of a closing door.

“So, how’s it going up there?” Jonas looks at the twins, his legs crossed.

“Good actually. I thought he’d be annoyed by my and Freya’s asses by now, but he’s holding.” Ainsley giggles and teasingly nudges Quinn.

“More like you two are dealing with my moody ass. But no, It’s good. Lot of pressure but good. I think Nico can feel me.” Nico only nods his head, knowing exactly what the eldest Hughes meant.

He knows how hard it is to be captain when the whole team counts on him and so does the fans.

“Mommy,” a soft voice sounds through the almost quiet living room, earning everyone’s attention, especially Ainsley’s.

“She was up and wanted you,” Luke clarified handing her to Ainsley when she stood up and walked up to him.

“Yeah, that’s okay,” smiling up at him, she takes her in her arms, Freya immediately hiding her face in her neck.

Nico who is watching this from afar, can’t take his eyes off them. He has no idea what is happening to him, but he kinda likes it. The weird warm feeling inside his chest when he sees them together.

“Time for presents?” Jonas breaks the silence with a childish grin.

“Hell yeah!” Jesper claps his hands. “I’m starting!”

With a smile Ainsley sits back next to Quinn, who makes a face when he sees that Freya is looking at him, making her giggle.

Freya sits up and turns around in Ainsley’s lap so she can look at everyone else in the room. She waves to Jack and Luke, who are sitting in front of her with a cheeky smile.

When her eyes set on Nico, who is zoned out, she frowns a little, but when he feels someone’s eyes on him, he raises his head up looking around the room to find that someone looking at him. When he finds that it is Freya he sends one of his dimples smiles and waves at her.

Shyly she tucks her head between her shoulders and waves him back.

“Next up is Ainsley.” Jack signs out, smirking at his sister. Ainsley gulps nervously and puts Freya on Quinn's lap.

“Uh, I don’t really know what you like, so I just made you something I wanted to do for a really long time.” She says awkwardly and hands him the small white box.

Nico takes it from her, their fingers brushing against each other in the process. Ainsley flinches slightly at that contact but immediately sends apologetic smile.

He looks down at the box in his hands and opens it, his eyes widening at the little stars levitating in front of him. “Wow,” he breaths out, poking the with a finger.

Ainsley chuckles at his reaction and brushes her hair behind her ears nervously. “I know it’s not the best thing but—”

“No, it’s perfect thank you, really.” He jumps in, sending her the same smile he sent Freya a few moments ago. Ainsley smiles at him too.

No one really wants to break this moment, but they have to if they want to move somewhere.

During the time, when others receive their gifts, Freya climbs back onto her mom’s lap, snuggling into her chest with heavy eyes. Ainsley notices it but doesn’t want to ruin the fun, so she just kisses her head and hugs her to her.

“Wanna leave?” Luke mouths at her, nodding towards the little one.

“Yeah.” Ainsley mouths back, yawning after it.

So after everyone receives their gifts, Luke stands up just like the rest of Hughes’ family.

“Leaving?” Nico asks and stands up too.

“Yeah, little one is tired and already past her bedtime.” Jack chuckles and points at Freya who is sleeping in Ainsley’s hands.

“Okay, well I will see you off.” He smiles at them all and ushers them in the lobby so they can get their coats.

“Thank you so much for inviting us over,” Ainsley says when she’s in her coat with Freya inside it.

“No need.”

“No really thanks. We are glad we could have spent late Christmas with our brothers and their team they talk about all the time.” Quinn adds, sticking out his hand. Nico takes it and shakes it with a firm squeeze.

“Okay, we’ll see each other in two days on practice. Bye, guys!” Jack waves and walks out of his captain's apartment.

“Bye!” the rest of them sing and wave them too.

Quinn wraps his hand around Ains’ shoulders and leads her in the elevator.

As they reach the cars, she straps Freya in her baby seat and sits in the front next to Quinn.

“Enjoyed it?”

“Yeah, it was fun,” She smiles resting her head against the headrest. “Why?” she asks when she sees her brother’s face.

“You know, just asking.” He says teasingly.

“Oh come on Quinn, shut it.” Quinn laughs at it and raises his hands in defeat, but he notices the small smile on her lips at the not directly mentioning of Nico.

That night, both Nico and Ainsley fall asleep thinking about each other.

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