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ficthots · 5 months ago

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Stanley

A/N: Well, it's happened. I am out of hockey fic retirement to bring ya'll this wonderfully delicious Matty smut. I mean, he's now a Stanley Cup champion...it's only right! As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: SMUT. 18+ content only. DNI if under 18

3:23 AM.

The clock on the bedside table displayed what a whirlwind of a day it had been. A life changing day, really. The battle was over and the victors were celebrating. Your husband was celebrating. Now his legacy was permanently etched in NHL history. The biggest feat of his life.

Matthew Tkachuk was a Stanley Cup champion.

You were amazed that you had made it back to the house at all that night. Given that some of the team were still out and about celebrating their win. Matt had wandered into the ensuite just minutes before, giving you plenty of time to prepare.

Prepare what exactly? Your celebratory activity for him.

Wearing only a Panthers jersey, and only the jersey, you laid across the king mattress, waiting for your spouse to come and find you.

The feelings you had been experiencing all evening were practically indescribable. Truly, is there anything better than watching your favorite person in the world fulfill all of his lifelong dreams right before your very eyes?

Standing to the side as he embraced his brother, sister, mom, and dad, your eyes were rimmed with unshed happy tears. When his gaze finally set on you, you watched the pure unfiltered joy emanating from him. He had you wrapped up in his arms and placed the most knee weakening, heart pounding, clit throbbing kiss on you that you had ever experienced.

He was gone in the blink of an eye, pulled away to celebrate this moment with his teammates. You watched on, cheering the entire time, feeling as though the wind had been knocked out of you.

Now, he was finally all yours once more. With the light turning off behind him, he halted in his tipsy steps to see you. His jaw flexed, eyes growing instantly darker. “So, what does a girl have to do around here to sleep with a Stanley Cup champ?”

He slowly stalked towards the bed, shirt already discarded, only wearing his tight boxer briefs which did little to hide the raging hard on he was sporting. His movements were excruciating, simply burning to feel his touch on you, anywhere.

Hovering over you, arms braced on either side of your body, the loose jersey sitting high on your thighs, his eyes raked over your figure. He hummed, a deep low rumble from deep within his chest. Your breathing was already growing ragged, short, anticipation building as his brows furrowed.

Fingers grabbing the fabric on you, lifting it ever so slightly from your body, he let it fall back without exposing you. “What do you want, baby? Hmm?” Your lips darted out, moistening your lips quickly.

“You.”

His deep blue eyes locked onto yours, lowering his head to seal himself to you. It was sweet, gentle, the exact opposite of what you were expecting. Parting your lips, your tongue slowly moved from your mouth to his, sweeping seductively over his own. The taste of beer and liquor still heavily covered him.

A whimper escaped your throat as your slow makeout session slowly built in pressure. His roaming hands left your waist before tangling themselves in your hair. Sitting up to reach him further, your hands landed on his chiseled torso, rock hard beneath the warm embrace of you.

Speaking through kisses, his voice was ragged and desperate. “Take it off for me, baby, please. I need to see you, mama.” His fingers gripped the hem, helping you deposit the discarded jersey to a heap on the floor.

Laying flat on the bed below, his eyes bounced around, not sure where they needed to land. It took every ounce of strength he had to stand up and watch you. “Spread your legs,” you didn’t hesitate. Knees parting, your dripping core was on display for him.

Knowing what to do next, your fingers sat on your tongue for a few seconds, moving lower. You jumped in surprise at the electric shock that jolted through you when the pads of your fingers reached your clit.

An unfiltered moan slipped from you, watching as Matty shook his head. “Be quiet. We have a house full of family that could hear every single little noise you make. Does that turn you on? You fucking slut,” his own hand dipped into his briefs, slowly starting to stroke himself.

You bit your tongue, rubbing slow circles on your nub, slipping further down to plunge a finger into your soaking cunt. A gasp escaped, but you swallowed it down. Matthew had never seen such an angelic site before.

There you were, on display for him, playing with yourself. Your hair splayed around you in a near perfect halo. His wife. His real prize. Although, he had to admit, bringing that Stanley Cup home was a damn close second.

“Matty, honey, please.” He loved hearing your needy voice beg. Begging for him to fuck you senseless. He was holding off as much as he could. He had finally removed that last layer of his clothing, squeezing his dick to dribble out even more precum to assist with his jerking.

His teeth sank into his lip, finally pouncing on you. It was messy and disgusting, the exchange of saliva between you two. Dripping from your chin, clawing at his back to attempt to bring him as physically close as possible.

Yet, the tip of his cock rubbed against you, refusing to enter where you needed him most. Panting together, his fingers tweaked your perked nipples, mouth enclosing around you, nearly taking your entire breast. Your head flew back, eyes squeezed shut, his hand clamped over your mouth to keep your noises at bay.

Lips landed on your tits, sternum, the soft flesh of your stomach, before his mouth closed around your nub. “Baby, I want,” you were struggling to get your words out between the lapping at your slit and the harsh sucking of your clit. His meaty fingers sank into you, two at a time, and began pumping.

He kissed the inside of your thigh, your knee, speaking in a teasing way. “What’s that, mama? What do you want?” His shit eating smirk lit you up in flames, locking eyes as he ravished your cunt. “Use your words,” he nearly sang to you.

“I wanna suck you off,” he continued for another minute or so, entirely ignoring your request. Finally, he removed himself from you, inching towards you, his swollen cock aching for attention.

You didn’t wait, enveloping him into your warm and welcoming mouth. His eyes instantly fluttered shut, hand grabbing a fist full of hair as he began face fucking you. “Take it, baby. Take it all for me,” you greedily accepted. You had him fully in you, the tip of your nose brushing against his well maintained hair.

It went on like this for what felt like seconds only before he pulled back, gasping for air. “No, I can’t cum in your mouth. Need your pussy.” In the brief moment when you caught your breath and let your eyes slip shut, he had moved and was sinking deep into you.

“God fucking dammit,” he hissed, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to last too long tonight. “Fuck me, Matty. Show me how a champion would pound this pussy.” It was like lighting a fire from within, he began fucking you senselessly.

You had never cum so much in your life. It felt like the entire time was spent enveloped in the most wonderful orgasm you had ever experienced. Knowing the dirty words leaving his mouth was no aid to you. Being completely wrapped up in him was always the best thing in the world, Matty filling all of your senses.

There was nowhere else you would rather be. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Exclaiming as he emptied himself into you. He was shaky, arms no longer able to hold himself up, he collapsed onto you. Your hands traced lazy circles on his back, fingers dancing along his scalp. You peppered kisses all over him, wherever you could reach.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” You whispered to him in the darkness, he snuggled closer to you, breathing you in. Grounding him back to reality, knowing that as of tonight his life was no longer the same.

Matthew Tkacuck was a Stanley Cup champion. But he knew that he held his prize every night when he slept. He was only able to murmur out a I love you so fucking much before the snores echoed into the room.

Tomorrow held all sorts of promise and you couldn’t wait.

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lee-laurent · 4 months ago

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Honeymoon Phase - Matthew Tkachuk

Summary: A month later, Matt and Freya return to the Hughes' Lake House; and their families finally get to see how in love they really are.

Content: FLUFF like toothrottingly, adorable fluff. mentions of sex but no actual smut, teasing, mentions of past angst

wc: 1.5k

notes: this is part 2 to under the radar! influenced by one of my favourite moots ever @toasttt11 !! go show toasty some love!! this was so fun to write! enjoy :)

"Are Matt and Freya up?" Ellen asked, flipping a pancake.

"Matt sleeps in," Brady commented, snatching a blueberry from the bowl on the table.

"Freya's never been an early bird either," Jim laughed.

"I'm not waking them up. I don't want to accidentally get a glimpse of Matt's dick," Jack smirked, making Luke snicker.

"Jack!" Ellen gasped.

"Just telling it how it is, Mom."

"Doesn't mean we have to say it aloud, Jack," she scolded, placing a large plate of pancakes on the table.

"I'm sure they'll be down soon," Chantal joined the conversation, "If not... they can fend for themselves."

Matt groaned, rolling onto his back and pulling Freya's body on top of his. His wife was a deep sleeper, so him adjusting cuddling positions didn't wake her. He had one arm holding her by her waist, the other under his head.

"Frey?" he mumbled.

"Mmm."

"You ready to get up?"

"Mmm."

"K," he replied, slowly opening his eyes. He smiled at the sight in front of him. Freya half-dressed, her face buried in his shoulder. Her chest pressed against his, one hand gripping his bicep, the other flung out to the side. He reached out, tapping his phone to check the time.

10:15

God, he was gonna get shit from Brady when they got down there, especially if anyone had heard them during the... late night the couple had shared the night before. Matt decided to give Freya fifteen more minutes, before he was pulling her up with him. She held onto him like a koala, her face in the crook of his neck.

"Freya. Baby, we're gonna miss breakfast."

"Tired."

"I know, love. We can go to bed early."

"I want to sleep," she slurred.

He placed her on the floor, the cold hardwood making her jump.

"I'm up! I'm up! Jesus, Matt! Trying to give me hypothermia!"

"The floor isn't going to give you hypothermia, babe. Get dressed; breakfast time!" he clapped.

She sighed, digging through her drawers to find an outfit. Matt went to the corner, doing the same in his suitcase.

"Not sure how I'm supposed to stay family friendly when you're walking around like that all week," he smirked, gripping her hips and pulling her into him.

"Perv," she giggled, leaning her head back on his shoulder.

"Can't help it when my wife looks like a supermodel."

"You flatter me, Matty."

"Maybe I could enjoy some breakfast in bed before we head down."

"What do you mean? Breakfast is- oh! Matt!"

"Glad you caught on, babe."

"I'm going to eat," she rolled her eyes, leaving him to pout in their room.

"Look who decided to join us!" Jim teased, watching his youngest enter the dining room.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it, Dad," she smiled, pressing a kiss to her dad's cheek.

Matt followed behind her, looking like a lost puppy. He stood behind the barstool she'd sat on, wrapping his arms around her waist. Their families watched as he whispered something in her ear that made her giggle.

"Ew," Luke mumbled, grabbing even more pancakes.

"Any plans for the day?" Chantal asked, pulling the attention off the couple.

"I'm gonna take Matt out on the boat," Freya grinned excitedly, placing a hand on his.

"Like Hell you are," Quinn scoffed.

"What? I have my boating license."

"And? I don't need the boat being christened."

"Quinn!" Ellen rolled her eyes.

"Wasn't the plan, Quintin. But now that you mention it..." she narrowed her eyes at him, smirking.

"You wouldn't dare!" Jack gasped.

"Of course not. You fucking idiots," she sighed, shushing Matt who was laughing into her shoulder.

"Well, you two have fun."

"Thanks, Mom. We'll see you guys for lunch!"

The two families were gathered in the backyard, playing a very intense game of volleyball. Freya had decided to sit out to make the teams even. She was lounging in a deck chair, cheering on her family... but also her husband on the opposite team.

"Good job, babe!" she cheered.

"Who's side are you on here, Frey?" Luke laughed.

"Yours. But my husband is on the other team, so..."

"I'll never get used to that word," Quinn shook his head.

"What? Husband?"

"Yeah. He was never even your boyfriend to us."

"But we can all see how happy they are, Quinn," Ellen scolded, getting ready to serve the ball. Matt turned, shooting a wink at Freya.

"I'm cheering exclusively for Matt now," Freya stuck her tongue out at her older brother.

"You better not be doing that when we play the Panthers," Jack complained.

"She's been doing that," Matt teased.

"You trying to get your ass whooped, Tkachuk?"

"I'd like to see you try."

"I'll do it for you," Freya offered to her brothers, "He wasn't supposed to tell you guys that."

Matt marched over to her, flinging her over his shoulder. She laughed, pounding her fists on his back.

"Who's whooping who's ass?"

"I'm winning," she giggled.

"Are you now?" he smiled, shifting her so he was holding her by her waist. She scrunched up her nose as he pressed a kiss to it, placing her down on the ground. She threw a fake punch at his face, Matt pretending to stumble backwards.

"KO!" Luke shouted.

"And the winner is... HUGHES!"

"Why do we always have to watch his shitty movie?" Freya complained, picking at the loose threads on the blanket covering the couple.

"Because it's not shitty, it's a masterpiece," Jack retorted.

"It was 8% on Rotten Tomatoes."

"And?"

"That means it's shit."

"Babe, just watch the movie," Matt groaned, placing his hand on her upper thigh.

"Whatever."

"That's what I thought," Jack sassed, pressing play on the movie.

"You're right, Frey. This is terrible," Matt whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"That's what I was trying to warn you of, but nooooo, you just can't listen to your wife."

"I-"

"Will you two shut up! I'm trying to watch the movie," Luke snapped.

"Sorry."

Freya leaned into Matt's touch. She was loving being able to be close in front of their families. He trailed his hand a little higher up her thigh, earning some side eye. He ignored the warning, resting his hand right on the edge of her pajama shorts. She shook her head slightly, lacing their fingers together under the blanket.

"I love you," he mouthed.

She just leaned up and kissed the side of his mouth in response. He smiled, leaning in for a proper kiss that she gladly gave him. He kissed the tip of her nose, turning back to the movie. Little did they know that Quinn was watching the whole interaction and he could barely fathom how in love his little sister really was.

"Can you stop?"

"Why?" Matt smirked, running his hand up the front of her shirt.

"Your hands are cold."

"And?"

"And... it's annoying. You're annoying."

"You don't mean that. You loveeee me."

"Meh," she shrugged.

Freya was sitting on the kitchen counter, Matt standing between her legs. It was late and everyone else had gone to bed.

"You don't mean that."

"Meh."

"I can leave," he jokingly offered.

"Nooooo," she pouted, pulling him back by his shirt.

"That's what I thought," he put his hands on her waist under her shirt, squeezing. She wriggled, gasping from the cold contact on her skin.

"Do you think my brothers still hate you?"

"Nah."

"How do you know?"

"Quinn asked me earlier if I wanted to help him grill. And then later Jack came in our room and threw a box of condoms at me. So, I think we're in the clear."

"Jack is such a menace."

"Said he wasn't ready to be an uncle."

"Hmm," Freya tapped her finger against her lips.

"Shut up," Matt laughed, kissing her neck. "No babies yet. We agreed."

"I know! I'm joking!! I have to finish school first. Then we can discuss."

"Whatever you want."

"I love you, Matthew."

"And I love you, Freya. You ready for bed?"

"Yep! Let's go!"

Matt started to walk off, quickly noticing that Freya had made no move to get up, "What are you doing?"

"Carry me?"

He rolled his eyes, "Let's go."

"Yay!" she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist.

"My own personal koala."

"Duh."

"So..." Luke started, "We can all agree that Matt and Freya are perfect together?"

The two families looked around, all nodding. Freya and Matt were sleeping in... again. And the rest of their family members took it as their time to have a meeting.

"They're so cute," Chantal cooed, "Matt loves her to bits."

"I agree," Ellen smiled, "I've never seen Freya this happy."

"I'm still pissed I wasn't invited to the wedding," Brady smirked.

"Shut up. None of us were."

"I can't wait to have grandkids!" Chantal added excitedly.

"Ew," Jack muttered.

"Grandkids? Who's pregnant?" Freya asked sleepily, wiping the crusty bits from her eyes.

"You!"

"Me? I'm very much not pregnant," she laughed.

"Soon enough," Matthew teased, holding onto her hand.

"WHAT?!"

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senditcolton · 10 months ago

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praise you like i should

song inspo: praising you word count: 3.4k warnings: smut! feminine reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected penetration and - of course - praise.

a/n: as i have said before, it's always loving matthew tkachuk hours on this blog. you had to know this was coming eventually. this is also extremely self-indulgent so, there's that. i really don't have anything else to say except: sorry not sorry.

The sound of Matthew’s keys clattering onto the small entrance table – the one that you convinced him to buy a few months earlier – echoes though the house. But you barely have time to register the noise before Matthew’s hands reattach themselves to your hips as he continues to use his body to push you into the house.

Desperate to get you alone.

This was the inevitable conclusion to your night out. It was New Year’s Eve – well now, New Year’s Day – and Matt loved to cap off any celebration by having you tangled in his sheets. Not that you minded. So, him almost speeding home from the downtown bar where you were celebrating with his teammates, his hand on your thigh, wasn’t unexpected. Especially after that kiss he pressed against your lips when the clock struck twelve.

But the way he is practically dragging you up the stairs, his hands never letting go of you; how he pulls you into his bedroom, his own desperation melding with yours… there was more than regular desire fueling his actions. And when he spins to kiss you again, your own head spins with it.

“Congratulations, baby,” comes his delicate whisper, his lips brushing yours.

There it was: the answer to his intensity. Tonight was no longer a celebration of the brand-new year, filled with possibilities, stretching out in front of the two of you. This was a celebration of you. You had graduated. Diploma sent and a new degree to your name. That was the contents of the official school email you opened earlier at the party, bouncing with excitement at the reality that all of your hard work paid off. You told Matthew immediately and his pride for you immediately turned into him announcing your success to the others which turned into a cheer and a toast in your direction.

Which apparently morphed into a heightened level of passion for Matthew.

You sigh, leaning your head back as his lips trail down to your neck and soon to the sharp angles of your collarbones, peeking out from underneath the straps of your dress. Your fingers tangle into his cropped curls as he sucks a hickey into your skin, marking you as his, something you never disputed. His lips eventually trail back up towards your own.

“Can’t believe I’m lucky enough to date such a beautiful, amazing, insanely smart girl like you,” he says, punctuating each adjective with a peck against your lips.

“Can’t believe I’m dating such a gorgeous, talented, wonderful person like you,” you reply, echoing his statement and actions, loving the feeling of his lips curling up in a smile at your words.

“Hush,” he playfully silences you, using his body to walk you back deeper into the room. Soon, you feel the edge of the mattress against the back of your knees. Matthew guides you to sit down, pressing one final kiss against your lips before raising himself to his full height. Instinctually, your hands fly up to his belt, ready to undo the buckle. But before your fingertips could even graze the cold metal, Matt catches your wrists, halting your movements.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. Tonight’s all about you.”

Your breath catches in your throat twice: first, at the way he gazes down at you with such admiration and love and then at the sight of him dropping to his knees in front of you. He guides your hands to your sides before letting them go, his own hands free to glide against the smooth skin of your upper thighs. His gentle touches continue, every brush against your skin igniting the fire that burned in your lower stomach.

You can only watch him as he lifts one of your legs, placing your foot against his chest before his hands move to the straps of your high heel. He deftly undoes the ties from around your ankle before pulling the shoe off of your foot, placing a delicate kiss against your shin before reaching down and repeating the same sequence with your other leg.

It feels like reverence, like a kind of worship.

The gentle press of Matthew’s hands guides your legs open and a smirk tugs at your lips when you see his eyes darken at the sight of your bare core exposed to him.

“No panties tonight?”

“Figured you’d be between my thighs at some point. Didn’t want you ruining another pair,” you quip, that teasing energy that was a bedrock in your relationship flowing easily. Matthew shares your grin, lifting one of your ankles to rest on his shoulder.

“So confident,” he murmurs, his lips returning to your skin, tracing a slow deliberate path up your leg.

“Wonder where I get that from?”

This time, Matthew doesn’t respond to your jab, choosing to continue to kiss his way up your leg, his lips pressing against your calf… knee… inner thigh… so close to the place you wanted him most. But before he reaches the inevitable destination, he switches over to your other leg, repeating the same tortuous process. Your head falls back, your hips rolling towards him, in desperation or encouragement, you weren’t entirely sure. Whatever the reason, Matthew does not fall for it, still moving at a snail’s pace.

The whine that rips from your chest is involuntary as he disappears completely, lifting himself off the floor and capturing your lips in another needy kiss, before he pulls away.

“Lay back, sweetheart.”

Your response to his gentle demand is silent yet immediate as you push yourself further onto the bed, moving your body up until your back hits the mound of pillows resting against the headboard. Your eyes find Matthew still standing at the foot of the bed, his own blue eyes drinking you in. You let your thighs fall open and the groan that rumbles from Matthew’s chest is surely in response to the sight of your arousal glistening in the low lamplight of the bedroom.

Matthew doesn’t hesitate a moment longer, climbing onto the bed before taking a hold of one of your legs. He throws the limb over his shoulder and you think – and hope – that he isn’t going to tease you anymore. But you should’ve known better. Being a pest was just in his nature; a nature that came out as his lips brush against your skin, retracing the path he previously charted.

However, this time he doesn’t jump to the opposite side. Instead, he lifts your other leg so both are now perched on top of his broad shoulders. That devilish smirk graces his lips before he finally – finally – leans in and presses his tongue flat against your cunt. Your moan reverberates around the bedroom as Matthew moves against your core, his tongue stroking against your folds before trailing upwards to flick your clit, his lips wrapping around the sensitive nub. Your hips move of their own volition, bucking against him as he continues his movements, a fresh wave of arousal flooding your pussy with every motion of his skilled tongue.

“Fuck, Matthew, feels so good,” you whine, your voice high and tight in your throat. His only response is a moan of his own, the vibrations against your core causing your desperation to rachet even higher. You can feel his hands on your hips, encouraging your movements as he continues to devour you.

His hands fall lower, gripping the back of your thighs and you gasp as – in a move that you were too strung out to comprehend – he flips both of you, his back pressed against the sheets and your knees now digging into the mattress on either side of his head.

The sharp inhale from the sudden display of strength turns into a softer exhale as you realize exactly what Matthew is proposing. Your eyes connect to his as he looks up at you from between your thighs, and you know the question that you see in his irises reflects the same in your own.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me take care of you,” Matthew whispers, pressing another soft kiss into the skin of your inner thigh, causing a shiver to run through your body.

“Are you sure?”

“Wouldn’t be begging if I wasn’t.”

Another trill runs down your spine, the eagerness he displayed making you feel insanely attractive – even more so than he usually made you feel. You slowly sink down, Matthew meeting you halfway, reattaching his mouth to your core. A whimper falls from your lips as your hand shoots down to tangle in his hair once more.

The whines and moans never cease as Matthew’s lips and tongue dance around your folds, exploring every crevice, greedily lapping the fresh waves of desire that flow from you. His hands stroke against your thighs before lifting, pushing your dress further up your body before grabbing your hips. You feel the press of his grasp, encouraging you to move, a request that you give into easily, rolling your body against him.

His own moans sound and the sensation causes your hips to buck, the hand that wasn’t tangled in your curls shooting out to grasp the headboard in front of you. Matthew continues to eat you out like you were his favorite dessert or his last meal on earth and when his lips move upwards to wrap around your sensitive clit, you can’t stop the cascade of curses that fall.

“Fuck, Matty, right there,” you whine, practically grinding on his face.

Matthew listens, repeating the motion and every move of his tongue pulls your orgasm closer and closer. It isn’t long until his ministrations push you over that edge, your orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. Your body stills, head falling forward as you feel your thighs tremble with the effort of holding you up, the aftershocks still running through you.

Matthew doesn’t stop until you are pushing him back, his head dropping onto the pillows. Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, your eyes fluttering open to connect with his. Another moan threatens to escape when you see his tongue flick out to lick his lips clean.

You don’t waste any time scooting down the length of his body in order to crash your lips against his. His hands tangle into your hair, pulling you closer, the kisses you exchange just as desperate as they ever were.

You never wanted to let him go and he makes it clear that he felt the same way.

Eventually, the kisses slow until Matthew is pulling away, brushing the now damp strands of hair out of your face.

“I love you,” he whispers, pressing another – much softer kiss – against your lips. “My smart, sexy graduate.”

“Are you going to give me a present? A reward for my new degree?” you quip, a grin breaking out on your face; one that is quickly mirrored by Matthew.

“That wasn’t enough?”

A light giggle escapes as you lift your body upright, straddling him as you flip your hair back, pretending to think about his question.

“That was really, really, good. But,” you start to reply, moving to grind against Matthew’s lap, his head falling back as he feels your soaked cunt rub against his length, straining against the denim of his jeans. “I was thinking of something else.”

“Greedy,” he chirps but his own words are shaky as you continue your movements against him, his hands returning to your hips. “Fuck, babe. How do you want it?”

You don’t respond right away, instead choosing to lean down and kiss him again, before giving him the answer that you had decided well before he asked – a decision you made in that downtown bar when he kissed you at midnight.

“From behind,” you whisper against his lips before lifting yourself upright once more. That cocky expression dances across Matthew’s face as he appraises you, his eyebrow raising in question.

“Are you sure you can handle that?” he questions, his hands dropping to delicately trace his fingertips against your legs, causing the muscles to tremble in response to the sensation. Matthew reads your body’s involuntary reaction, shooting another look in your direction.

You bite your lip, your head nodding frantically in an effort to show how much you needed him. Another gasp rips from your throat as Matthew lifts his torso off the bed to press against you.

“Such a desperate thing. Fucking needy for me, aren’t you? My beautiful girl,” he murmurs before capturing your lips in another frenzied kiss.

The kisses deepen, each of you exploring the other’s mouth. You feel Matthew’s hands lift to undo the zipper on your back and your own hands fall to tug at the soft material of his sweater. You both break apart, pulling the offending material over each other’s head and exposing his and your warm skin.

You hear Matthew quietly curse at the sight of your bare chest, his hand splayed on your back as he pulls you closer, his lips landing on your collarbone before trailing down to your breasts. A moan falls as he teases your nipples with his mouth and your hands shoot down to the waistband of his jeans, undoing the belt before tearing the leather away. Your hands return to unbutton and unzip the denim enough for you to slip your hand underneath the material. Your warm palm presses against his cock, stroking him slowly, Matthew uttering another curse against your skin.

It isn’t long until Matthew maneuvers the two of you to stand at the foot of the bed, kisses never ceasing. Your hands make quick work of the remaining clothes hanging from Matthew’s frame, pushing his jeans and underwear down onto the carpet. He kisses you once more as he kicks the clothes to the side before he breaks away.

“All fours, baby.”

The demand was one that you are all too eager to follow. You climb back onto the mattress, arching your spine towards him in a silent plea. You sigh in relief as you feel the mattress sink underneath the weight of Matthew climbing up behind you. It quickly turns to a moan as you feel him stroke the tip of his dick over your folds, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine.

“Pretty pussy is so wet for me,” he mutters, more so to himself than to you but you find yourself nodding in agreement as you jut your hips back, hoping he would soon press himself into you. His strong grip halts your movements, a chuckle rumbling from his chest at your desperation.

“Please, Matty. Don’t make me beg.”

Matthew leans over you, his lips pressing gently into your spine, a strong juxtaposition to the feeling of his length rubbing against your folds, sliding against your clit. The sensation makes your cunt clench, more of your arousal dripping out and coating the smooth skin of his shaft.

“But you’re so gorgeous when you beg.”

“And here I was thinking you were treating me,” you huff, not in maliciousness but just pure lust.

Matthew must have taken your retort as a challenge because before you can get another word out, he thrusts himself into your core with a force that steals the remaining breath from your lungs.

“Want to repeat that, sweetheart?” he questions and you shake your head as he continues to rock into you, the only sounds able to escape your throat are soft moans.

Your sounds fuel him on, his hands tightening around your hips as he pulls you in to meet his thrusts, the lewd sounds of him slapping against you filling the bedroom. His eyes are glued to where the two of you connect, watching as your cunt greedily swallows all of him.

“Look so fucking perfect like this.”

His praise warms you from the inside out and spurs you on even more. You take control of the motions, fucking yourself back onto him, the moans that fall from his lips encouraging you to continue. His hands move from your hips to trace up the curves of your body before dancing across your shoulder blades and back down your spine. The contrast between his forceful thrusts and the ways his fingertips dance across your skin drives you insane, the absolute need for him reaching another level. Matthew’s hands continue to stroke your body, his arm dipping beneath you. Suddenly, he pulls your body upright so your back ends up pressed against his chest.

“So beautiful,” he whispers into your hair, his hips never ceasing their motions. The new angle of your body allows the tip of Matthew’s cock to brush against that delicious spot inside you, the feeling forcing your hand to fly back to the nape of his neck to steady yourself, your head falling against his shoulder.

Matthew takes the opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, marking you again as his strong arms stay wrapped around your torso, holding you steady as your legs start to tremble. You feel his hand stretch against the soft skin of your lower stomach before it sinks low enough to dip between your folds, his calloused fingertips connecting to your clit.

“Oh God, fuck, Matty,” you whine as his hand rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

His encouragement allows you to let go, the moans falling freely as he continues to play with your clit, his thrusts hitting deeper than you ever felt before, pushing you closer and closer to that precipice.

“Come on, sweetheart. Want to feel that perfect cunt tighten around me when you cum.”

You don’t need any more incentive, your orgasm rocketing through you, your entire body shaking as you succumbed to the waves of pleasure radiating from your lower stomach out to the tips of your limbs. You hear Matthew mutter a curse against your neck, his teeth digging into your skin as he thrusts into you a final time before his own peak hits him, the sensation of your orgasm pushing him to completion.

Your body feels lax as you lean against Matthew, his arms still holding you close as both of you come down, your mixed staccato breathing slowing to satisfied sighs. Matthew moves first, pressing a gentle kiss against your temple before delicately removing himself from your core. His hands adjust your body until you are laying against the sheets, tired and spent. Matt gently throws a blanket over you, the sweat starting to cool on your skin, pressing another kiss onto your forehead before leaving the room.

Your gaze stays glued to the doorway, although it is a fight to keep your eyes open, eyelids heavy with fatigue. Thankfully, it isn’t long until Matthew comes waltzing back into the room, a pair of sweatpants low on his hips, a washcloth and a bottle of Gatorade in each hand.

You can’t stop the giggle that escapes as he hands you the drink, lifting your tired body up to rest against the pillows before taking a sip. Matthew sits on the mattress, facing you as he lifts the damp washcloth to brush away the dried sweat from your hairline, your neck, your chest, before dipping between your thighs to wipe away the sticky residue of your combined release from your soft skin. You let him take care of you, accepting his hand as he helps lift you from the bed and leads you to the bathroom.

He leaves you with a kiss, letting you complete your bedtime routine. And when you leave the master bathroom, you see Matthew finish placing a new set of bedsheets on the mattress. He sees you standing in the doorway, a smile appearing on his face as you walk over and climb into bed. Matthew quickly follows, sneaking underneath the blankets, his arms reaching out to you and pulling you close.

The two of you lay there for a moment in silence, taking in the sound of the other’s breathing and the warmth of each other’s embrace, before Matthew speaks.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, his eyes connecting to yours through the darkness. “For everything you’ve accomplished. You’re amazing.”

You lean forward, pressing another kiss into his lips – a kiss that he immediately deepens, your limbs tangling together until it was hard to tell where one of you ended and the other began. Eventually, you pull away, ducking your head to curl up against Matthew’s chest. The grips of sleep almost take you immediately, but you stay awake long enough to reply.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

The last think you register is the vibration of a chuckle emanating from Matthew at your playful chirp and the feeling of his lips burying themselves in your hair before sleep finally overtakes you.

tagging one of my fav matty lovers, @tkachvkmatthew

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chukys-mouthguard · 5 months ago

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The Hills

Genre: angst, smut, fluff ending

Warnings: toxic relationship, fighting, sexual conduct, 18+ minors dni, Matthew loving praise and compliments

Featuring: matthew tkachuk x female reader

Summary: you and matt fight hard…but when the fighting is hard, the making up is so much harder ;)

Note: in honor of the panthers win, i figured today would be the day i post this. Haven’t written smut in awhile so fingers crossed it’s not awful

You ran your hand through your hair as you watched Matthew skate off the ice. He’d just gotten into a bench clearing brawl that resulted in him being ejected from the game. While him being a pest and occasionally fighting was part of his game you were used to, it didn’t mean you had to like it. And sure, you obviously come to games to support the team. But it sucks having to sit in the stands while your boyfriend is hitting the showers early.

“Y/n, you okay?”

You looked over at Sam Reinhart’s girlfriend, trying to muster up a smile but she could see right through you. “I just hate when he does this shit. Cause now I get to deal with him at home.” Once there was a stoppage in play you threw your bag over your shoulder and stood up, “I’m going down early.” The girls not blaming you, they knew your relationship with Matthew all too well by now and when you both were in your moods, it was best to let you be.

Things with Matthew were great 60 percent of the time, 40 percent of the time you often wondered why the hell you two were together. You’d been together 3 years now and yet the fighting only seemed to get worse. But on the flip side, so did everything else. The sex, the romance, everything seemed heightened the longer you two stuck it out.

Making your way down to the family area you knew you’d be waiting awhile, with Matthew only having been ejected in the second period. But you wanted to be by yourself, your frustration and anger not fair to take out on the girls who were trying to enjoy the rest of the game. You helped yourself to the complimentary drinks, though you knew it probably wasn’t the best idea with you already being frustrated. Alcohol was just adding gasoline to the fire.

buzz buzz

Picking up your phone you saw Matthew’s name flash across the screen, meaning he’d finished showering and getting any medical attention after his fight.

“Where ya at?”

“Family area.”

Turning your attention back to the game being broadcast on the large tv’s in the area, you hadn’t noticed Matthew walking over to you. “Fucking 6 drinks? Jesus Christ, is the game that bad?” He chuckled as he grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. “Yeah, it fucking sucks when your boyfriend gets thrown out in the second period and I’m left watching anyone but him.” He rolled his eyes at you as he turned his attention to the screens. His fingers intertwining with yours as he stood with you for a bit, needing to leave in the last few minutes to be in the locker room with the boys for the post game talk from coach.

He kissed your head before leaving, “maybe fix the attitude before I come back out huh? I’m not in the mood for the bullshit tonight.” You rolled your eyes as you flashed him a fake smile, the drinks hitting you all at once and you were also not in the mood, but you knew it was inevitable. The two of you already egging each other on.

“Have a good night guys, see you Monday.”

Matthew called to his teammates before meeting you at the end of the hall to head to the car. Your six drinks definitely had you a bit more than tipsy, and he could tell. Simply ignoring it as he took your hand in his, not wanting to start a fight at the rink in front of anyone. The walk to the car silent, but once the doors closed, he unloaded on you.

“Are you fucking serious? Getting drunk, by yourself? In front of god knows who from the organization! Do you think? Sometimes I truly don’t get what goes through your head or convinces you to do this shit.”

“You!”

Without hesitation you spat back at him as you threw your bag into the backseat. Resting your head on your fist as you leaned against the window, not wanting to look at Matthew.

“Me? I make you drink and make a fool of yourself? I’d love to know how the fuck I do that.”

“Because I’m dating a guy who loves to start shit. To play dirty, take cheap shots, get in dumb ass fights for fun on the ice and he gets thrown out. I can never enjoy a game and cheer you on like all the other girls get to do.”

His grip on the steering wheel tightening as he tried to bite his tongue. Knowing you were drunk made it hard to be truly angry with you, because you were spitting out harsh digs. But he knew this was coming from a place of hurt within you, and he knew to take some of it for what it was.

The rest of the ride was silent, Matthew trying to cool off while you were trying to bite your tongue and not say another drunken fueled slew of harsh comments.

As he pulled into the garage, he took the key from the ignition before looking at you frustrated. His voice coming out calm but stern as he spoke, letting you know he was upset and more importantly, he was hurt.

“If you feel like you have no reason to be proud of me, or to cheer for me. Then, don’t fucking come! Stop coming to games. Stop wearing my jersey, or any of the custom game day shit I buy for you. Because if you’re not proud to be my girlfriend and support me, whether I’m scoring goals or getting in fights, then I don’t want you wearing any of that shit. Pretending like you support me when really you wish I was something else.”

Before he could say anything else, you stormed off and into the house. Immediately heading to your closet in your bedroom and pulling out any of the gameday jackets and jerseys Matthew had ever gotten you. Matthew soon trailing after, only to find you halfway down the stairs with a handful of clothes. Taking them to the backyard and tossing them in the fire pit, Matthew sprinting after you to stop the drunken act from going any further.

“You don’t want me to wear these? Fuck you! Then no one is ever gonna get to wear these again!”

Luckily Matthew had gotten to you before you dared light the fire pit and send the clothes up in flames. You tried fighting him but his grip on your waist was too strong, pulling you away from the fire pit as you began to cry.

The way Matthew held you could back you down from whatever cliff you were on. His embrace immediately relaxing your entire body as you cried in his arms. He just held you, not bothering to acknowledge what you were about to do in your drunken rage. Letting you have as long as you needed to calm down.

“I hate you, so much. How could you say that you don’t want me to come?” He shushed you as he helped you back to your feet, leading you inside. “Y/n, you have no right to criticize the way I play this sport. You’re making it about you when you know this is how I play my game. I was brought here, because of how I play. I’m successful in this league, for how I play my game. And I know you don’t mean any of this shit you’re saying tonight. But I’m not going to forget it. That shit hurts feeling like my own girlfriend doesn’t even support me.”

The tone of his voice immediately sobering you up. The last thing you ever wanted to do tonight was this, but once again, it was like the two of you fighting had become inevitable these days. You didn’t know what it was that made you two constantly get on one another’s nerves. It was like fighting had become your love language. Because the stronger the fight, the stronger you two made up.

Matthew had left you in the kitchen as he headed up the stairs to the bedroom, then into your shared closet. Tossing his tie to the floor before discarding his suit jacket and dress shirt with a sigh. He’d be lying if he said he never questioned why you two constantly did this, the fighting like crazy. Spitting harsh things to one another before always making up in the end. There’s no way it was healthy, but he loved you more than anything, and the second he ever thought of just walking away, he’d immediately regret even thinking about it to begin with.

He hadn’t even heard you enter the closet, slightly flinching as your arms snaked around his waist. Resting your head on his back as your hands ran up his stomach and over his chest. Not sure if you should attempt to apologize or not, waiting for some type of reaction from him to be your sign.

“Are you done?”

His tone a bit harsh as he relaxed more into your touch. “Matty I’m so fucking sorry. I, it’s not an excuse, I was drunk, and upset. But, you know I’m so fucking proud of you. I should have never said any of those things to you. Should never have even thought of burning those clothes. That all was so stupid.”

He somewhat chuckled as he listened to you apologize, his mind not even focused on the last hours events, just focusing on getting past it all.

He turned to face you, seeing you’d been crying downstairs, brushing you hair from your face before resting a hand on your cheek.

“We can’t keep doing this, fighting like crazy. Being so awful to one another just to turn around and say we didn’t mean it. There’s clearly something going on making us act this way. I don’t know if we get off on the fighting, but we can’t keep doing it. Especially after the shit you said tonight. You were ready to burn all of those clothes I’d gotten for you. I’ve never seen you like that. And that hurt.”

Your gaze dropping to the floor as you felt embarrassed, ashamed even of getting so drunk and taking out your frustrations on Matthew. It was stupid to be mad at him for getting ejected, because you know this is how he plays. You’ve known him to be this way since you started dating, and to compare him to anyone else is unfair.

“Baby I’m sorry. I’m so fucking proud of you. Every day, I’m proud of you. You fucking played in the playoffs last year with a broken sternum! While I found that hot as fuck that you fought through the pain, it did scare me at times. But you’re right, this is who you are. And I love that about you. I love seeing you slam guys to the ice, stick up for your teammates, and get to play the game you love as your job.”

Your compliments always working wonders on Matt, and it wasn’t that they were disingenuous. It was the way you complimented him that just did something to him. Hearing you say how hot he looks when he’s in the middle of a scrum, or when he lays a big hit. He’d let you compliment him for hours.

“Keep going.” He smirked down at you with a cocky grin, letting you know his anger was subsiding. His hands now moving to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“I mean, you did look pretty hot beating the shit out of that guy tonight. Your mouth guard hanging out of the side of your mouth as you took him to the ice.” Your fingers playing with the curls of hair on his chest as you bit your lip.

“And don’t get me started with how sexy you looked sitting in the penalty box, legs spread apart as you caught your breath. I can’t tell you badly I wish I could’ve come in there and climbed right in your lap.”

He moaned as your hand traveled down to the bulge that was growing in his dress pants. “Well, who says you can’t still have your chance to climb in my lap tonight?”

Without warning he picked you up by your thighs, your legs subconsciously wrapping around his waist as he carried you into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed and letting you have your moment in his lap. “How’s that feel baby?”

Grinding your hips so your ass painfully circled over his rock hard erection that was practically bursting through the seams of his dress pants. “Mmm, it’s amazing, but I think you might need to take those pants off. Feels like your zipper is about to pop.”

Slowly climbing off of him, you took your place on your knees as his hands flew to the buckle of his belt. Getting it undone and off, making your job easier. Making sure to palm him through his pants on your way to the button and zipper. Pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion as his cock sprang out and slapped his stomach. The sight mouth watering for you and you couldn’t wait to have him.

Matthew’s hands immediately grabbing fistfuls of your hair as he guided you down his length. Holding you as you deepthroated him. A low groan coming from his lips as his head fell back.

“Fuck me, y/n. You’re such a good girl for me.”

His words of encouragement going right to your core as you clenched your thighs, feeling your pussy pulse. As much as you wanted him to have his way with you, you knew that you needed to make up for the shit you pulled earlier.

Your head now bobbing up and down on his length as his hips were thrusting to meet your mouth, the expletives pouring from his lips before he forced you down, taking all of him once again.

“Jesus Christ baby, you’re such a good girl taking all of me in your mouth like that.” He pulled you from his length, pulling you to your feet as he stood up. Looking down at you with lust filled eyes before swapping your places.

“Get these clothes off.”

Matthew working on your bottoms as you handled your top half. By the look in his eyes you knew you were in for some serious teasing. His favorite way to get back at you for nights like tonight.

He trailed kisses up your thighs before brushing his scruff over your core, causing your hips to buck against him. “Mmm, someone is needy tonight huh? Too bad you’re gonna have to be really patient.”

You groaned as he kissed and touched everywhere except where you needed him. But you knew if you tried to lead him in that direction, he’d only do the opposite.

Matthew loved how needy you’d get, seeing the want in your face as he teased you. His fingers lightly tracing your slit, feeling how wet you were for him. Taking his fingers to his mouth and tasting you.

“Tell me what you want baby, I wanna hear you beg.”

Where did you start? You wanted it all, and you wanted it now. Your brain couldn’t pick one thing, your thighs pressing together in need or some form of pressure at your core.

Matthew pushed your thighs apart as he found his place between them. “I guess I get to pick huh? Make sure you tell me what feels good baby. You know I love hearing you.” He smirked before lowering himself down, hooking his arms around your thighs before his tongue traced up your slit.

“Fuck…oh my goddddd.” Your eyes rolling back as you arched your back. His touch feeling like fire as you tried your best to deepen the contact. Needing more.

He smirked against you as he focused on your clit. His tongue lapping up your wetness as he quickly slipped two fingers inside. A gaps catching in your throat as you immediately began grinding with his rhythm. “Mmm, yes baby.” He felt himself getting harder by the second at you grinding against him while his fingers thrust in and out of you. His tongue not stopping as your hands burried in his curls.

“Yes Matthew, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop. God you make me feel so good.” Your back arching even further off the bed as you felt your release close, moans and expletives continuing to pour from your lips.

Picking up his pace as he felt you close, Matthew locked eyes with you. Lust filling his orbs as his fingers turned their efforts to your clit. The sensation too much as your hips bucked and legs began to shake, your breath short as you tried holding in your screams.

“You think I can make you squirt for me tonight baby? Show me what a good job I’m doing?”

“God fuck, yes Matty. I wanna squirt for you so bad. Please!”

Matthew quickly pressed his mouth back to your clit as his fingers thrust back inside you, riding you through this orgasm. Your entire body shaking as you kept your eyes locked with his, watching as you felt your release coming. Squirting all over him as his fingers never stopped. Draining you completely as you tried to catch your breath, his fingers now in his mouth as he tasted you.

“Fuck you’re delicious baby. Now get back in my lap.”

Sensing you were in a daze of lust and overstimulation, Matt picked you up, flipping you over and into his lap. Groaning at the feeling of your dripping pussy gliding along his length.

The two of you taking a second to catch your breath before you lined his cock with your entrance, slowly sliding down to adjust to him as you both let out a moan, taking all of him inside. “Fuck baby, I don’t think I’m lasting long tonight. You’ve got me so close already. Fuck me and show me what a good girl you are.”

And with that you pushed him back on the bed as you used his chest to support you, bouncing your ass up and down on his cock. His hands gripping your hips and slamming you down harder. He groans now deep as he could barely hold back, he thrusts sloppier as he reached his peak.

“Matty, fuck me. I know you need it baby. I need it. Give it to me please. I love when you pound my pussy baby.”

He pulled you down into his chest, wrapping his arms around you before he began to take over. Pounding your pussy as hard as he could, as fast as he could. Needing to give you what you needed, to get what he needed. Moans pouring from his lips as he held you tighter, your pussy dripping as you could barely breathe.

“Where do you want it baby? I’m gonna cum.”

“Anywhere, just give it to me please.”

He delivers a few more hard sloppy thrusts before moving you off of him, “knees.” He instructs you to find your place on the floor as he stands above you, his wrist quickly jerking his length as his hips buck and a soft groan erupts from him.

You’d taken his length in your mouth as he thrusted forward towards you. Taking all of him as he bucked his hips, emptying his release into your throat as you swallowed it all. “Fuck…me.” As you made sure you’d gotten every drop, you slowly pulled yourself from him. Matthew falling back onto the bed as he caught his breath.

“You’re fucking amazing baby.” He helped you up and pulled you in for a kiss, giving you a little spank on your ass.

“Now, go get all of those clothes out of the fire pit and then I’ll help you get cleaned up.”

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sweethischier · 1 year ago

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞 | 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐓𝐤𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐤

word count: 4.6k

summary: six months after you called things off with matt, you run into him at a party, but this time you’re with another man.

warnings: little angst, drinking is mentioned, MINORS DNI 18+ CONTENT BELOW— smut, unprotected sex (use protection friends!!), hair pulling, spanking, orgasm denial, fingering, this is unedited so there might be some mistakes

note: matt is portrayed as kind of an asshole in the beginning but it’s for the plot. and he makes up for it in the end

You used to enjoy living in Miami. It was sunny, it was warm, you were always close to the beach, it was full of stuff to do. You’d made some amazing memories with some of the most amazing people you’d ever met. You’d even landed the job you’d always wanted.

Now, you hated everything about it. You hated how the sun was always beating down on you. You hated how it was always hot and sticky outside. You hated the crowded beaches that attracted too many tourists. You hated how full of life it always was. You absolutely hated living in Miami, and it was all because of Matthew Tkachuk, left winger on the Florida Panthers.

You’d met Matthew through a friend who worked with a girl whose husband played for the same team as him, and she set the two of you up on a blind date. You should’ve known that it wasn’t going to work out between the two of you when he’d shown up fifteen minutes late and subtly flirted with the waitress the entire time you were there. Despite that, you found yourself gravitating towards him and falling for him harder than you’d anticipated because of course you did; it was Matthew Fucking Tkachuk.

Something about the 6’2 man completely enamored you in a way that left you blind to his actions. You never truly understood the phrase rose colored glasses until you’d met him. You initially turned a blind eye to his unwillingness to communicate, to the way he would make time for others and not you, to the way he would leave your texts unanswered for sometimes days at a time. Until you didn’t.

After nearly a year of dealing with Matt’s blatant disregard for you, you finally decided that you’d had enough of his bullshit. If he was going to ask you to be exclusive and available to only him, but not enact the same rule himself (though he tried to say that he had), then you were done. You decided to send him a text ending whatever your relationship could be labeled as and told him to just throw away anything you’d left at his place before proceeding you block him on everything.

Texting him your “breakup” message wasn’t ideal, and probably a little immature, but you felt like you didn’t owe him anything more than that. After all, he barely had time to see you, so you figured that since you wanted to get it done before you talked yourself out of it, that was the best way to do it. Though, there was no ignoring the aching pain in your chest as the days came and went and Matthew Tkachuk was no longer a part of your life.

You knew that breaking away from the hold he had on you was what you needed, but that didn’t ease your heartache. You missed him every day you didn’t have him, and you were constantly in need of reminding yourself that it was better this way. That you needed to move on. That clearly Matt was emotionally unavailable and, no matter how badly you wanted it to be him, it wasn’t fair to you. But now, you hated the city you once loved because every street corner, every restaurant, every beach, was a reminder of him.

The first four months were the hardest. You stopped going out, you stopped putting as much effort into your work, and you stopped taking care of yourself. It wasn’t until Alicia showed up at your apartment one random afternoon telling you that you needed to stop feeling sorry for yourself, get off your ass and get your life back on track.

After you cried on your couch for nearly an hour, you accepted that she was right. You’d booked a hair appointment for the following day to clean up the nasty split ends that decorated the ends of your hair, and spent the remainder of the day cleaning your apartment. You threw yourself back into your work, doing your best in everything that was asked of you, and even going beyond that as well. You started going out with your friends again, and you even met a guy, Sam, you’ve been casually dating for about a month now.

Sam was nice. He opened doors for you, he held your hand, he made time for you, he even called you when he got too busy but wanted to talk to you before it was too late and you’d fallen asleep. Truthfully, he was a perfect guy, but you were constantly comparing him to Matt. He didn’t make you feel the way Matt felt. With Sam, things were tame and they were safe. With Matt, things were electric and they were passionate.

Despite knowing that, deep down, things with Sam were undoubtedly going to go nowhere, you still enjoyed the time you had with him. You would let him take you out, you would let him in your bed, though the escapades that ensued between your bedroom walls would never come close to him, and you would even hang out with his friends. That was how you ended up in the bar you were currently in, clad in a last minute costume with sweaty bodies pressed against you as soon as you’d walked inside.

Matt had seen you as soon as you’d walked through the doors, and he felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. It’s been over six months since he’d seen you last, but the effect you had on him was still latched onto his heart. His eyes dragged over your body, admiring the way your dress stuck to you in all the right places and displayed the thighs that used to wrap around his head. You had completely entranced him, like you always had, and he almost couldn’t look away. Almost.

Matt had never been a jealous person, but that was before he watched as a man who looked as if he’d never seen the inside of a gym wrapped his arm around your shoulders and place a gentle kiss to your lips. He watched as you smiled up at him, but he noticed that it didn’t quite reach your eyes. He knew what your smile looked like, and that wasn’t it. Matthew had to force himself to look away when the man’s hand wandered down too far, or he was sure he would’ve done something that would have gotten him in trouble. Matt was never a jealous person, but that was before you.

You thought you saw him, yet when you had turned back around you were only met with unfamiliar faces, but you knew it was him. He was the only person who could make you feel like a fire had been lit inside of you with just a look. He was the only person who could make you ache for him with just his eyes. You knew it was him. Even as Sam dragged you to his group of friends, all you could think about was where Matt was, and if he was here with someone just like you were.

No matter how hard you tried not to, you couldn’t help but search for him in the sea of people. You’d managed to find a few of his hockey teammates, but he was nowhere to be seen. The disappointment bubbling in your chest was a feeling you tried to suppress, but there was no point. You knew that you’re the one that ended things with him, but that didn’t mean the feelings you had for him ever went away. They’ve just been dormant, lying underneath the surface, waiting for the moment to break free again, and this was their moment.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” You yelled over the music, standing on your toes so that you were near Sam’s ear.

“You okay,” He pulled his brows together as he looked down at you, hand placed on your lower back, “Do you want someone to go with you?”

“No, I’m okay! I’ll be okay,” You politely smiled, delicately kissing his cheek before you turned away.

You carefully weaved through the maze of bodies that were sticky with a mixture of sweat and alcohol clinging to their skin. Not bothering to mutter any sort of apology as you nearly pushed into people, you kept your eyes straight in front of you as you neared the hallway where the bathrooms were. You were nearing the back of the line when you felt someone take your hand in their own and begin to drag you past the queue for the restroom.

A brief bout of panic settled in your stomach as your eyes widened, but when your eyes darted up to see an all too familiar mess of untamed curls, that feeling morphed into twisted excitement. You squeezed Matt’s hand as he tugged you further down the hall as a way to acknowledge him, an action the both of you had done when he would take you out when the two of you were whatever you were. You felt his hand tighten around yours, and you couldn’t help but smile.

Though, you quickly brought yourself back to reality and reminded yourself that you weren’t with Matt anymore. In fact, you were with Sam, who was innocently waiting for you to return from the bathroom while you let your ex-whatever take you somewhere unknown. Guilt formed in your throat as you tried to get yourself to tell Matt to let you go, but you didn't have time to convince yourself to actually do it before he was shoving you into an empty, private bathroom and locking the door.

“Matt,” You breathed out as he placed his hands on either side of you, encasing you between the door and his body, “What are you doing?”

“You blocked me,” He started, his eyes betraying the hard set of his jaw.

You swallowed thickly, eyed remaining on his own as you let yourself take him in. He had let his beard grow out slightly since the last time you’d seen a picture of him, and it left you questioning why you ever told him you didn’t like it before. He was grinding his teeth as he waited for your response, but his eyes told the real story of how he felt. They always have.

“I had to,” You whispered, heart slamming against your ribs as he pushed himself against you, “You weren’t good for me, Matthew.”

The corners of his mouth twitched at the use of his full name, the smirk you missed more deeply than you cared to admit threatening to make an appearance. You always called him that when you were trying to be serious, but he couldn’t help but find it amusing. His tongue swiped across his lips as he dropped one of his hands and grazed the exposed skin of your thigh with his fingertips.

“And what? That guy out there is,” He cocked his head, tone taunting and teasing as he watched you squirm underneath him from just a passing touch.

“Ye-Yeah, he is,” You stuttered, eyelids fluttering as he slightly pushed the fabric of your dress up your thighs.

Matt quietly hummed as he bunched the material of your dress right at your hips, exposing the fact that you weren’t wearing underwear. Your cheeks flared red as his eyes dropped down to your naked center, embarrassment crawling across your skin as if you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t have. He felt your body shudder beneath him when he firmly gripped your hips, pulling you flush against his chest as he leaned down.

“Yeah, I bet he is,” Matt whispered, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, “I bet he’s real nice. He the reason you’re not wearing any panties tonight?”

You felt his hand gently push your legs apart, and you hated just how willing you were to let him. You knew this wasn’t going to end well for you, that you were just going to end the night empty and heart broken like every night you spent with him before. Still, you couldn’t find the desire to push him away, because you didn’t want to. No matter how loud the sensible part of you screamed to run away, you had no intention of leaving the room before he was done with you.

His fingers trailed up the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before they stopped at the one spot you needed him most, “Does he touch you like I did?”

You let out a desperate whine, shifting your hips just enough that his hand was nearly touching you, but Matt simply tightened his grip on you with his other hand and held you in place. He briefly glanced to your chest, watching the way the rise and fall of your chest quickened with every twitch of his finger. Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth as you peered up at him, waiting for him to do something, anything.

Matt couldn’t help but capture your lips with his own, and it slightly startled you, but you were quick to lean into it just as much as he had. Your hands came to grip his biceps as he put everything he had felt over the last six months into that kiss; it was blinding, overwhelming, full of everything he was too scared to admit out loud.

“You never answered my question, baby,” Matt mumbled against your lips as he slid his fingers through the wetness between your folds, “Does he touch you like I did? Does he fuck you like I did?”

The second he touched you, it was like the ability to think properly drifted away from you. The only thing that you could think about was the way Matt’s fingers felt between your thighs and the small jolts that shot through your body when he brushed against your clit. His other hand was still gripping your hip, his fingernails slightly digging into the skin, sure to leave crescent shaped marks in their wake.

Matt teased your entrance with his fingers, watching as you whined and writhed beneath him with a smirk on his face. He knew your body like the back of his own hand, and he knew exactly what you liked and where you liked it, but that doesn’t mean he was going to give it to you willingly. Had he seen you arrive alone, he might’ve been nicer, but he hadn’t. He’d seen you pressed against another man that looked like he didn’t even know where the clit was.

“I’ll give you what you want, but you need to answer me first,” He baited, pressing his thumb to the throbbing bundle of nerves.

“No, Matty,” You breathed out, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head against the door, “No, he doesn’t. No one could.”

With your words going straight to Matt’s already hard cock, he plunges his middle finger into you and begins to rub circles against your clit. You let out a loud moan at the contact, a moan that he thought about every night since he’d gotten your breakup text. His finger moved inside of you, curling and prodding at your walls as they clenched around the digit. Matt was glad he started with one finger because he wasn’t sure you could handle two just yet.

“You’re so tight, baby,” He groaned, “Have you even— Have you—”

“I have, but it wasn’t good,” You admitted through a broken moan, “He never made me feel good. Not like you could.”

Matt let out a low groan as he imagined a man leaving you unsatisfied. One thing about him was, he always made sure you finished before he did. He loved watching your face twist in pleasure and listening to the screams that he managed to pull from you as he pleasured you. The mere idea of you leaving the bathroom without finishing made him nauseous, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen if he could help it.

“Think you can take another,” He asked, the movement between your legs briefly faltering when your hips bucked against him and brushed his erection.

All you could manage was a weak nod, but that was all he needed for his ring finger to meet his middle as he fucked you with them. Your small fingers were gripping Matt’s bicep like your life depended on it, but in a way it did. You were using him to keep yourself grounded and steady, and the need for that only worsened when he inserted the second finger. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as the tip of Matt’s fingers brushed against your g-spot, and your breathing became erratic and needy.

Matt could tell you were about to be pushed over the edge, and as much as he’d wanted you to finish right then, he wanted to be inside of you when you did. If he was reading things correctly, you hadn’t had an orgasm since the last time you had sex, and forcing you to go through two would’ve been torture on your body. Not that you cared, but he did. He wanted you to be able to properly walk out of the bathroom and hopefully leave the bar with him.

“What the fuck,” You hissed when Matt suddenly pulls his fingers out of you just as your orgasm was going to reach its peak.

He playfully rolled his eyes, his slick fingers brushing against your clit one last time before removing his hand and bringing it up to your mouth. He watched with hooded eyes as your mouth closed around his fingers, your tongue swirling around them as you sucked your own juices off. His cock was straining in his jeans at this point, throbbing and desperate to be buried inside of his favorite person.

“Good girl,” He murmured, slipping his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva falling from your mouth, “Wanna be inside of you when you finish, yeah?”

Your eyes were wide, pupils blown as you peered at him through your thickly coated lashes. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly nodded before standing on your toes and slamming your lips on his. You quickly tangle your hands in his curly hair as he grabs your hips with his own. Roughly tug at the roots of his hair, you elicit a surprised grunt from him, and you use that as an opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth.

Matt’s fighting back the urge to smile as you kiss him, and he knows you are too. The both of you are letting yourself truly fall into how much you missed each other, and you’re channeling all of that emotion into the way you kiss him. It’s a desperate, hungry, teeth clashing kiss, but it was perfect.

He’s pulling away, lips twitching as you let out a whine, “Bend over the sink for me before I cum in my pants.”

An amused giggle escapes your lips, but you did as he asked and stepped around him. You catch his gaze in the mirror, and he looks like he’s absolutely ravishing you with his eyes. He’s drinking in every dip and curve of your body like he’s never seen it before and hadn’t memorized it the many times he had seen it. It made you feel good, the way he looked at you. It made you feel like you were sculpted just for him.

“Matty,” You begged, wiggling your ass towards him as your core ached for him to fill you.

“Patient. Let me look at you. Haven’t seen this in months,” He mumbled, hand coming to rub on the curvature of your back and down to your ass where he harshly slapped at the skin.

You were jolted forward, the stinging on your skin only making you want him more. Watching as he unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs, his stiff cock sprang free and nearly slapped against his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you began wondering why you’d ever entertained the idea of another man when no one would ever compare to him.

He pumped himself in his hand a few times, eyes flicking to meet yours in the mirror as he slowly rubbed himself between the folds of your pussy. A desperate sigh slipped through your plump lips as he teased you, his other hand kneading the flesh of your ass. You wanted to move your hips backwards and meet him halfway, but you knew Matt well enough to know that would only prolong what you truly wanted.

Keeping his eyes on you, Matt’s cock prodded at your entrance before he was slowly pushing into you. You dropped your head forward in a feeling of pure ecstasy, but he was quick to gather your hair in his hands in a makeshift ponytail and force your head up. Your

mouth was dropped open and eyes screwed tightly shut as he bottomed himself out. He let out a hiss mixed with a string of profanities as he felt you clench around him.

“Matty, please move,” You cried out, pushing yourself further against him, “I need you to move.”

“Fuck, baby,” He grunted as you pushed your ass into him.

With one hand on your hip, and the other still grabbing your hair, Matt began to thrust himself inside of you. Your moans filled his ears as he found a pace that had you writhing below him. Matt’s cock hit your g-spot with every thrust, and you knew you weren’t going to last very long. Truthfully, you never did when it came to him. It was embarrassing how quickly he was always able to get you off, but it became a game at one point. Matt was determined to see how many times he could get you to cum in one night. The result? Nine before you were begging him to stop.

Your fingers grasped at the slippery porcelain of the sink as Matt slammed himself into you, his grip on your hair tightening as he pulled your head up. He wanted— No, he needed you to look in the mirror and watch as he fucked you so deeply that no other man could ever compare to him, but he was hopeful that there wouldn’t be another man after him.

Matt’s eyes were locked on your face in the mirror, admiring the way your face contorted with pleasure and the way the tears stained your cheeks. He couldn’t get you to open your eyes, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the way you felt around him and the fact that you were there.

The sound of his hips snapping into your ass mixed with the sounds of your screams and his moans filled the bathroom, and you knew that should anyone walk by, they were sure to hear it. Your walls were clenching around Matt as he hit the spot inside of you, your orgasm building for the second time that night. He could tell you were close, and so was he, but he wasn’t ready to stop just yet.

“Oh God, Ma-,” Your words were cut short as he delivered another pleasurable slap to your ass and as he slammed deeper into you, hitting your cervix in a way that hurt in the best way possible.

“I know, baby. Just go ahead. Cum all over my cock, pretty girl,” He grunted, keeping his movement steady and orderly.

With a few more deep thrusts, your orgasm was washing over in a wave of euphoria. Your mind dizzied and your vision went black as Matt fucked your through your high. Your juices covered his cock, and Matt swore it was the sight alone that finally sent him over the edge. His hips stuttered against you as he shot thick ropes of cum into your throbbing pussy, his hand accidentally tugging on her hair a little too hard as he came.

Briefly stilling inside of you, dropping his hold on your hair he couldn’t help but stare at the way you looked like you’d been properly fucked for the first time in months. Your cheeks were flushed red, eyelids heavy, bottom lip nearly raw from you biting at it, and previously hair tamed hair now unkept and tangled. Pulling out of you, he carefully reached over and grabbed some paper towels to clean the mess between your legs.

You watch as Matt wipes away the juices on your thighs. You missed the way his curls would stick to his forehead with sweat after he’d had your way with you. You missed the way he would bite his bottom lip as he focused on cleaning you up. You missed him, but you’re not sure you could have him anymore. Just because he’d fucked you in the bathroom of a club doesn’t mean he’s changed, but you still had one question.

“Matty,” You quietly mumbled, nerves taking place in your stomach as you straightened your dress, “Was I not good enough or something? I just want to know so I can work on it I guess.”

Matt froze in his spot, his already cracked heart shattering as your words hit him with such force it was like being hit by a train. He snapped his gaze towards you, taking in how scared you looked as you waited for his response, and that was the first moment he truly realized that what he did wasn’t the right thing for you. He took two small steps towards you and took your face in his hands as he looked down at you, whispering your name like it held his entire world.

“You were more than enough, okay? It was me who wasn’t,” He started, shaking his head when you opened your mouth to speak, “From the moment I met you, I knew you were too good for me. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, and you’re kind. You’re everything that is good in the world, baby, and I was scared I would ruin that for you. My job, it isn’t exactly easy on relationships.

“I’m gone a lot and even when I’m not, I feel like I don’t have enough free time. I love you more than I ever thought possible, and you deserve someone who can always be there for you. Someone who isn’t gone for days at a time and can be the man you deserve. I just— I felt like I didn’t deserve you and I handled that poorly, I know that now and I’m sorry for everything I put you through.”

You’re stunned, truly. The last thing you’d expected from Matt was for him to confess that he loved you. You expected him to send you on your way and kickstart the late night hookups you’d had before, but you weren’t entirely prepared for this. You knew you’d fallen for Matt a long time ago, it wasn’t a secret, and you knew that feeling never went away. Should you jump head first into the deep end without knowing if you’d ever resurface again? Or should you stay in the shallow water and go back out to the man you arrived with?

“I love you too, Matthew, but that wasn’t ever your decision to make,” You shook your eyes, eyes full of unshed tears. Matt’s heart clenched at the idea of this being your rejection, but you were quick to comfort him, “Now, take me home. We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”

i feel like this doesnt really make sense as a whole so im sorry lol but i hope you liked it!

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wyattjohnston · 3 months ago

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with the posting of the masterlist, the summer fic exchange 2k24 has come to an end! 33 fics written by 31 people. i am eternally grateful that these exchanges are still going strong and that people are having fun with it!

please read all the fics below, even if it's a player you don't normally read for. a lot of work has gone into these fics and they all deserve your time. make sure to reblog and leave comments when you've read it!

please respect all warnings at the beginning of fics. if a fic has been marked as smut or 18+ and you are younger than, do the right thing and do not read it.

i'm still unsure if i'm running a winter exchange or if i'm going to maybe reconsider the timing, but please come back and feel free to ask questions around november/december if i haven't said anything!

the summer fic exchange 2k24 masterlist

Boston Bruins

Jeremy Swayman

Indoor Cat by @nhl-stories for @ bqstqnbruin

Carolina Hurricanes

Andrei Svechnikov

i’ve been yours since you stepped through the door tonight by @writingonleaves for @ callsign-denmark

Third Time's the Charm by @typical-simplelove for @ kurlyteuvo

Frederik Andersen

But Baby, It Feels Like Love by @callsign-denmark for @ mp0625

Chicago Hawks

Teuvo Teravainen

I Think I Dreamed You Into Life by @kurlyteuvo for @ lila-rose

Colorado Avalanche

Nathan MacKinnon

hide the sun by @ohmyeyesmyeyes for @ wyattjohnston

Edmonton Oilers

Connor McDavid

i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet by @offside-the-lines for @ hiding-from-reality-56

Leon Draisaitl

… but you're going to by @senditcolton for @ thewintersoldierdisaster

Blue Hair and Pronouns by @hiding-from-reality-56 for @ nhl-stories

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

always attract by @dunnerlars for @ sc0tters

truth or dare by @boqvistsbabe for @ ohmyeyesmyeyes

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

four weddings and a funeral by @thewintersoldierdisaster for @ prettytoxicrevolver

Juraj Slafkovsky

Summer Vacation by @prettytoxicrevolver for @ lam-ila

New Jersey Devils

Dawson Mercer

Baseball and Love by @lam-ila for @ hischier-papaya

Jack Hughes

CHASING YES by @puckology101 for @ tonsypep

Nico Hischier

home is just another word for you by @fallinallincurls for @ puckology101

felt like magic by @laurenairay for @ selfindulgentpoorlywritten

good luck, babe by @nol-pat for @ fallinallincurls

turbulent by @wyattjohnston for @ dunnerlars

walked in and dream came trued it for ya by @gravestrain for @ nol-pat

New York Islanders

Mat Barzal

First Time Feeling by @huuuuughes for @ ahockeywrites

truth or dare by @dunnerlars for @ writingonleaves

Matt Martin

I can't help it if I like it by @laurenairay for @ comphy-and-cozy

New York Rangers

Alexis Lafreniere

Romance in The Hamptons by @lifeofpriya for @ wildrangers

Matt Rempe

MEDICINE by @lila-rose for @ 2 manytabsopen

Pittsburgh Penguins

Anthony Beauvillier

one night standards by @comphy-and-cozy for @ offsidethelines

Tattoos of You by @bqstqnbruin for @ senditcolton

Ryan Graves

The First Time by @selfindulgentpoorlywritten for @ gravestrain

Seattle Kraken

Philipp Grubauer

Pfirsich by @mp0625 for @ huuuuughes

Toronto Maple Leafs

Joseph Woll

sunset by @hischier-papaya for @ lifeofpriya

William Nylander

I Wish You Would by @wildrangers for @ typical-simplelove

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

somehow still stuck on you by @matthewtkachuk for @ boqvistsbabe

walkin' with his head down, i'm the one he's walking to by @tonyspep for @ laurenairay

if the person you wrote for hasn’t read and reblogged your fic, please tell me.

i only tag the person who wrote the fic as there are limited tags.

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haddonfieldwhore · 11 months ago

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hurt my feelings - matthew tkachuk

matthew tkachuk x fem!verhaeghe reader

summary: feelings get involved between you and matthew, your enemy with benefits

warnings: implied smut, cheating, language, mentions of drinking, angst, toxic relationship(?)

word count: 1.4k words

matthew pulled his shirt over his head, looking forward to getting out of the sweaty garment after the game. he tossed it to the ground as the rest of the team filed into the locker room, spirits high after a win over the habs.

“woah, dude,” carter laughed as he clapped matthew on the shoulder. “tell your girl to chill out, you look like you were attacked by a wild animal.”

“it’s not that bad,” matt laughed it off, glancing over his shoulder in the mirror at the long red lines running down his shoulder blades.

“what, does she look worse?” verhaeghe teased, and matt pushed him off.

“classy.”

“alright - sorry,” he surrendered. “oh, by the way, my sister is is town for a few days and i know you two don’t get along, so i’m giving you a heads up.”

“okay,” matthew shrugged. “remind me not to come to your place.” carter’s little sister; a whiney brat who for as long as he could remember had found every way possible to piss him off.

matthew thought back to the time last summer he had spent two weeks at a lake house with carter, a few of the guys from the team, and of course, carters sister. carter’s sister who loved pushing his buttons more than anything in the world.

“i don’t know why you two hate eachother so much - i know she can be a bit annoying sometimes, but i think you bring something out in her.”

“sorry man, i don’t know what it is either, we just don’t get along.”

“hey, it is what it is. i’m gonna hit the showers.” verhaeghe walked off to wash off the game, leaving matt sitting by himself, thinking about what carter had said. i bring something out in her? he thought to himself.

after a quick shower, he dried himself off and got dressed before grabbing his stuff and heading out to his car. he checked his phone to see a few messages from teammates, the group chat trying to make plans to hang out and celebrate the win. there was also a text from another number; someone far more interesting to the older tkachuk brother.

carter’s sister.

carter’s sister whose flight he knew had landed in florida last night, not today like verhaeghe had said.

carter’s sister who had her legs wrapped around matthew and her nails scratching down his back in her hotel room last night. matthew sighed, running a hand through his damp curls as he opened the message.

•

it had started that summer at the lake house- what could only be described as hatesex as you found yourself sneaking into matt’s room in the middle of the night. you knew it was wrong, that he had a girlfriend and that your brother would kill you both if he found out; but mixing alcohol and strong emotions leads to consequences. these consequences being matt’s hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he fucked you on the bathroom sink, or having to pray that the door was locked as someone knocked on it.

it became a nasty habit, one you couldn’t break; or you weren’t sure you wanted to. each time you were in the same city, you ended up in his bed, and then it was back to hating each other the next morning; if you even really did anymore.

you had told yourself it wasn’t going to happen again, but when you got a last minute flight out to florida a day early, you found yourself in the passenger seat of his car on the way home from the airport - and then beneath him in the backseat.

there was a knock on the door not long after matthew had texted, and you padded over, checking through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t an unexpected guest. you opened it to let the familiar curly haired individual inside, and your back hit the wall as he pinned you between it and his muscular frame. he kicked the door shut with a thud as his lips latched onto your neck, and you slid his jacket off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

“that jackets expensive,” he mumbled as you kicked it aside, his teeth nipping at your skin.

“you’ll get over it.” his lips met yours, his tongue invading your mouth as his fingertips dug harshly into the soft flesh of your hips.

“i could be celebrating winning the game right now and instead i’m here with you,” he muttered, coming from anyone else might have been a sweet sentiment, but coming from him in this situation it wasn’t. it was a challenge for you to make the choice worth it.

“why would you be celebrating? it’s not like you scored-“ he hand wrapped around your throat as you teased him, not enough to hurt you, but enough that you knew not to press that subject right now.

“don’t,” he warned, his eyes dark as they stared into yours.

“so you get to be mean and i don’t?” you scoffed, and he rolled his eyes.

“you watched the game?” he asked, avoiding your question completely.

“i didn’t watch it for you.”

“sure you didn’t.” you wrapped your hand around his wrist, letting your nails dig into his skin slightly as you pulled his grip off your throat. he returned his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he walked over to the bed.

“are you here to talk? because if you are you have the wrong room,” you spat. he was being extra mean today, and you weren’t sure you wanted to deal with it after all.

“is that what you want? to talk?” he asked, stepping back slightly and putting some needed space between. you shook your head.

“no. you’re just supposed to show up, we hook up, and then you leave.”

“i don’t even get to stay the night anymore?” he asked, pretending to be offended.

“why do you care? run home to your fancy house and see if your girlfriend will fuck you if you want someone to wake up next to.”

matthew thought about his empty bed at home, no traces left of the girlfriend he has dumped months ago because he didn’t love her. because she wasn’t you.

“whatever. remember you texted me, begging me to come here.”

“i did not beg-“

“like you didn’t beg for me to fuck you that first night last summer?”

“stop it.”

“i bet you think of me every time you sleep with someone else and you hate it because you know they’ll never be as good as me. they’ll never make you feel the way that i do.” he stepped closer to you, holding you gently this time, his lips ghosting across the skin of your jaw.

“matty…”

“tell me what you want,” he whispered, and there was a funny feeling in your chest.

“i want you.”

“why do you think i always come when you call, pick you up from the airport? you have me wrapped around your finger.”

you looked at him surprised at the tenderness in his voice; he was either being sincere, or playing a very cruel joke.

“don’t play with my feelings, matthew.”

“feelings? you have feelings for me?” he asked, and your throat felt like it was closing.

“i-“

“answer me,” he said, sternly but his tone still gentle as he rested his forehead against yours.

“yes,” you whispered, barely audible, before he closed the gap, kissing you softer than ever before. your hands slid under his t-shirt, the way you softly traced the lines on his back contrasting the way you dug your nails into the skin the night before.

“baby,” he mumbled as you kissed down the side of his neck, pushing him towards the bed until the back of his knees hit the mattress and he sat down. matthew pulled you down into his lap, holding you gently, no bruises left from his fingertips this time as you left a trail of pink hickeys across his collarbone.

“please matty,” you pleaded. he fought back a comment about how you were begging for him now, deciding not to ruin the moment as he began to slide your clothes off. “wait - what about jess-“

“we broke up months ago.” he cut you off.

“don’t lie to me, matthew. i’ll never trust you again if you do.” this was the one time you were allowing yourself to be vulnerable with him, and you really hoped he wasn’t just taking advantage of that. his blue eyes stared up at you, sparkling gently as he told you without words that he was being honest.

“i promise. i’m all yours.” he kissed you again, and your fingertips began to work on the buckle of his belt.

“good,” you smiled, hoping that you wouldn’t regret opening your heart to him.

and now that matthew had it, he would never let it go.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

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