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uluvjay · 1 year ago

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threesome w mitch and auston

- 🧍🏻‍♀️

Auston Matthews x fem reader! x Mitch Marner

Best friends share everything right?

Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(use protection), oral(m receiving), cursing, slight degradation, praising, risky sex, getting caught, I cant think of anymore.

Sorry for any errors!

Austons hand covered her mouth doing his best to keep her pathetic moans from spilling out and revealing what exactly they were doing in their basement.

The couple had lied and said they were running down to grab a few more bottles of wine for their large group of guests upstairs-but in reality Auston had taken her down there to fuck her stupid.

Hearing the squeak of the hinges from the door atop the carpeted stairs Auston leaned into the girls ear; whom was bent over the sectional that rested in front of the projector screen.

“If you get us caught so help me god you won’t be able to walk straight for a week, understood?” He questioned and the clench of the girls cunt around his cock was all he needed as an answer.

“Guys? You’ve been gone a while, everything okay?” They heard the all to familiar voice of Mitch call as his feet made their way down the stairs.

The couple tried to make up an excuse to keep him on the stairs but they were to late as the Brunette had already caught sight of them in a very unholy situation.

“Guys what the hell!” Mitch exclaimed at his friends, however his eyes never moved away.

Auston was about to yell at his closest friend to go back upstairs and act like this never happened but the feeling of his girlfriend’s cunt clenching around him, had a smirk appearing on his face.

And as he looked over to his best to find a slight blush covering his pale cheeks and eyes glued to where the couple connected under the skirt of his girlfriends flowy dress, another idea popped into his head.

“Mitch you either gotta stay or go back up stairs, your call but make it quick before she starts acting like a brat” the tattoo covered man spoke

“I-uh-what?” Mitch stumbled over himself, making sure he heard the man correctly.

“You can either stay or leave, but hurry up and make your pick” Auston shrugged as he began moving his hips again.

Auston smirked at the cry that escaped your throat as Mitch made his was further into the room, hesitantly trying to find where he should slot himself.

“Why don’t you show Mitchy how good that mouth is baby? Huh? Show him how good you can be” he cooed at her.

“Okay” she blushed and motioned for Mitch to come stand in front of her.

When Mitch finally managed to move his body into range of the girls hands she pulled him even closer by his belt and began removing it.

Pulling his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out the girl was met with a delightful sight. Mitch was about the same length as Auston just a tad bit skinner.

She worked his semi hard cock for a moment while Auston regained a pace behind her, his hands holding her hips.

A shudder ran down Mitches spine as her tongue finally came into contact with the head of his cock, slowly swirling around the angry tip.

“Fuck” the blue eyed man groaned as she finally took him into her mouth all the way, her cheeks hollowed as she began moving back and forth.

Her moans from Austons movements behind her were vibrating his cock and sending shocks through his body.

“Such a desperate thing for taking both of us” Auston hissed.

“M’ not desperate” she babbled as she pulled away from Mitches cock for some much needed air.

��Mhm sure” Auston laughed as he slowed his pace and fucked her deeper, coaxing an almost to loud moan that was muffled by Mitch pulling her back to his cock.

His hands tangled into her locks, guiding her movements this time round. Tears had began to stream down the girls face, pretty little tracks of her bleeding mascara messing up her flawlessly done makeup.

“Such a good mouth” Mitch groaned as a slight gag came from your throat.

Auston smirked at the sight of his friend, hands tangled in your locks while his head was thrown back with a clenched jaw and shut eyes.

“M’ getting close” she pulled away from Mitches cock for a moment to speak.

“Can feel you clenching me, c’mon and come for us pretty girl” Auston encouraged, feeling his own knot forming in his stomach.

You could came with a hard shudder at his words, the feeling of him splitting you open and Mitch taking you from the front was just too much for you to hold off.

“Shit, I’m gonna come pretty girl” Mitch groaned as he felt his thighs begin to shake and his thrusts become matched to austons-who was also coming up on his high.

“I’m gonna fill you and you’re gonna swallow Mitches come, understand baby?” Auston spoke, his thrusts becoming hurried and sloppy as he felt that euphoric feeling creeping up faster and faster.

“I understand” you breathed for a second before Mitch was pulling your mouth back onto his cock.

Within seconds both men reached their highs within milliseconds of one another, Auston growled as he filled your hot core with his cum.

Mitches thighs shook as he looked down at your fucked out face that was covered in sweat, spit, and tears-he didn’t think you’d ever looked prettier.

Slowly pulling out of her both men tucked themselves away before helping the girl to her feet, Auston ran a hand through her hair before lightly speaking.

“Gonna go tell everyone you got sick and then we can move this into the bedroom.”

“To the bedroom?” You questioned, and while your voice waivered the way your eyes lit up at his words had Auston knowing that you wanted nothing more than to get both men into your bed.

“Yeah, think mitchy should get to feel how tight that pretty little cunt of yours is” he smirked before taking off up the stairs and making sure you were safe in Mitches arms.

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dearstvckyx · 6 months ago

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theywantedplayer · 2 years ago

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Jamie Draysale

“shit I didn't mean to say that”

Loved so dearly

“Its midnight where the hell were you

obsessed

Doing nothing with you

“my friends are really annoyed about how much I talk about you” “you’re staring”

Sparks fly-Taylor Swift

Thin walls NSFW

Good morning NSFW

Happy Birthday NSFW

"please kiss me" "stay quiet" NSFW

“ it’s okay just breathe” “look at me, please?”

“I’m not leaving”

Trevor zegras

jealousy

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“oh hun, i wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard” “you look exhausted”

“first one to make noises loses” NSFW

Just one more NSFW

Moth to a flame NSFW

Long Day NSFW

Auston Matthews

“No, no, please don’t look sad. I can’t handle that.”

“don’t fucking touch what is not yours” NSFW

I only want you

obsessed

I think Your enough

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You comfort Austin after they get eliminated in the second round

paparazzi NSFW

“I’ve been in love you for years”

Jack Hughes

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Jersey NSFW

Shower sex NSFW

Luke Hughes

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High and dry NSFW part 2

Bruises

My boyfriends Brother NSFW

Finally alone NSFW

Drunk

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Flight NSFW

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Nico hischier

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Golden gold

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Fair amount

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Little things

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Freezing

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Mitch marner

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Second Chance

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Needy Mitch NSFW

Carter Hart

Mat Barzal

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andrei svechnikov

Fastest Skater goes to?

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“first one to make noises loses”

“come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you” NSFW

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holy-puckslibrary · 9 months ago

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━ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐈𝐀𝐍.

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pairing(s) — MITCH MARNER x reader (est. relationship) wc — 4.5k synopsis — think hilary duff’s balcony engagement circa 2007

note — this belongs to the i don't remember this bar collection

specific content warnings below the cut.

cw — profanity and other vulgar language, taking the lord’s name in vain + other religious-ish imagery, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected PIV intercourse (multiple) + creampie/breeding kink, discussion/thoughts of cum play, outdoor sex and mention of previous exhibitionism, mention of previous choking + breath play (f!reader receiving), pain kink situation (both), one line of blood play (f!reader receiving), justified violence (not directed at reader!!!), slight d/s dynamics, and possessive!mitch being a domestic little horndog

“Before we talk about that beautiful, game-tying goal in the tail-end of the second and your overall command of the offensive zone throughout tonight’s game, I first want to congratulate you on some major life news. A few weeks belated; my apologies.

For those who don’t know, you came back from the All-Star break with more than just a tan; you came back with—and as—a fiancé.”

Mitch does nothing to dim his megawatt smile or to dull the sparkle in his eyes. The mere mention of you coaxes out an impossibly giddier version of himself, unencumbered by the stress and pressure of a waning season. It’s always been that way.

It's difficult to remember a time before you. He doesn't want to.

Despite of meeting on arguably one of the worst nights of his life, somehow, all he feels when the memory rises to the surface of his mind is joy.

He remembers your laughter, warm and buoyant, and the way the low light painted flattering shadows across your kind face as you spoke animatedly about your passions and dreams. He remembers being treated like a person before anything else, not some character in a video game or a pawn in someone else’s fantasy league, and he recalls your fervent, genuine interest in his off-ice hobbies. Not once did you ask anything invasive or demand he share more than he was willing.

Nor did you fish for tickets.

For Mitch, privacy was paramount, and the sentiment echoed throughout your lengthy relationship. It was your through-line, and it should’ve blanketed the intimate proposal in safety.

He gets hot under the collar just thinking about it.

Mitch will entertain the host’s questions to an extent. Because, despite his insistence on privacy, he will never pass up an opportunity to sing your praises or brag about his luck.

“Did you bring anything else back? Any special souvenir to commemorate such a momentous occasion?”

Mitch is instantly hard, his pale cheeks ablaze, eternally grateful that the camera is filming from the chest up.

Carried in on a warm evening breeze, the evocation is so palpable he can taste the blue curaçao on his tongue and feel its muted burn in the back of his throat. The air smells of pineapple and your fragrant shampoo, a comforting scent that clings to him like a second skin. The phantom of your touch sends a shiver down the expanse of his sore, sweat-drenched back.

“—holy fuck.”

The crinkled, two-word curse tumbles from Mitch’s mouth with little effort.

Every modicum of tact was either battling against the warm rum coursing through his body or fighting to keep his guttural, damning moans at bay.

They are getting hot and heavy on a patio, after all.

Mitch knows this isn’t smart. He knows he should’ve moved the celebration indoors, that he should've waited until you were curtained in safety to give in to his desire and your wandering hands.

He knows, he knows, he knows.

The problem is he just doesn’t care.

Mitch wasn’t about to delay the appreciative mouth of the woman he was going to make his wife, not even for a second.

Even if she dropped to her knees with only a hedge to play look-out. A line of decorative foliage is their first and final defense, the leaves carelessly swaying between them and the rest of the luxury resort he booked for All-Star weekend.

It’s difficult to make sound decisions when the hand wrapped around your cock is newly weighed down by five carats.

The dazzling rock shines proudly in the concluding rays of a setting sun. Glittery and perfect, like the woman who wears it.

Mitch hisses when the tip taps the back of your throat for the first time that night. The sensitive skin melts into your tongue like an ice cube, the creamy droplets of anticipation swallowed greedily by your ravenous mouth. He sees stars in the cotton candy sky peeking through the palm trees.

It hasn’t been that long; his day began with your nose nuzzled against his pelvis, his head limp against the cool tile of the shower a few feet away.

When it comes to you, nothing is ever enough to curb his appetite.

Always needy, never satiated—a pair of perverted peas in a pod.

Your tongue repeats the delicious motion it had previously, too, lazily tracing along the underside of his length until he’s whimpering with no regard for anything besides spilling himself down your throat. He feels you smile around his thickness, pleased by the ease of his undoing. You were damn good; you deserved to be proud.

In all honesty, it took very little effort on your part to make him weak in both his knees and in his resolve.

However, there was a special kind of magic in your pretty face, now dusted by a salty sheen, nestled against his taut abdomen, his cock engulfed by the vice-grip of your throat.

Mitch is close already.

White-hot sparks descend through his quads and calves to zap his sandy toes. Electrified, his hips sputter of their own volition, but like the godsend you are, you accommodate every jolt and tilt in stride.

With one hand braced against his hip and the other gently massaging the heavy weight of his balls cradled in your palm, you peer up at him through a fan of fluttering lashes.

He whines—at the mischievous glint in your glassy eyes or the bite of your manicure as you sink your nails into his burnt skin, he can’t be sure.

Some of your fingers curl into the nasty bruise eating up his lower back, the by-product of a gruesome communion with the ice a few days prior. Sharp nails nip at the fragile skin. Mitch doesn’t know if the twinge of pain was intentional on your part, but he loves it either way. Perhaps a little too much, he thinks to himself as he twitches violently in your grasp.

And perhaps you aren't the only one with a masochistic streak. It's clear from the heaviness of your lids the converse applies to you.

His sweetheart's sick and sadistic. He's never been prouder.

“Get off,” he husks. Abruptly, he steps out from your embrace.

In retrospect, Mitch could’ve been nicer about it. At that moment, however, he was far too desperate for chivalry.

Staring down at your wide, despondent eyes—a pup deprived of her favorite bone—your fiancé amends, “Calm down, sweetheart. I’ll give it back soon. There’s no way in hell I’m wasting a load in your mouth when I know how good your pussy feels around my cock.”

Heat scales Mitch’s spine as he spreads you wide open against the chaise. Your folds glow brighter than the jewelry on your left hand.

With the tip of his finger, he tests the waters. Gingerly, at first, like he's still unsure you'll be able to take him. That charade hardly lasts, but tonight, it's barely a blip.

Your body eagerly welcomes the attention, mouthing at him before sucking the touch past the taut, elastic ring of your entrance. Your faint groans elicited by the intrusion harmonize so sweetly, so perfectly, that Mitch’s eyes fall shut in tranquil bliss.

When your hips rock against his palm, they snap open.

Blinking at him hard and fast, your teeth sink into your bottom lip, turning the plushness a sickly shade of pink—of desperation. Tears crowd your lash line but never cascade down your shiny cheeks; they, like you, are impatiently waiting for reprimand.

Mitch almost laughs. You did jump the gun, so he can't fault you for expecting the corresponding punishment. But it's a special occasion—you're celebrating, so it never manifests.

And Mitch wants to do more than just spank you silly. Plenty of time for that later. A lifetime's worth of it.

Instead, with the flick of his wrist, Mitch encourages you to take your pleasure.

The subtle, tantalizing movements, building in speed and ferocity with each pass, beckon him forward until his sunburnt skin is close enough to burn yours. Feeling you beneath him, feeling his weight rest against your body, feels better than heaven, and he’s barely started.

Like before, Mitch is painfully aware he won’t be able to last long. Judging by how silky-slick you are against his palm, you won’t be either.

With his free hand, he catches your jaw and, with little resistance, tilts your head to keep your gaze from straying. Your mouth falls open when he slips another finger inside. Mitch grins down at your lust-blown pupils and the feel of your hot breath against his lips. He leans down and licks into your idle mouth. A third finger causes your bottom lip to tremble between his and your forehead to ease, every little muscle going soft and pliant between the cushion and his chest.

“Atta girl,” Mitch praises. His lips press briefly to your cheek before beginning their descent along your throat. The touch is featherlight and sends a shiver down your spine, coaxing your chest further into his. “—love seeing you like this, all beautiful and open. And all fucking mine.”

Mitch wouldn't necessarily consider himself a territorial person, and he can't recall ever feeling possessive of a partner. Until he met you.

It had nothing to do with trust or a lack thereof; you were his the minute your eyes met through the crowd, and you reassured him of that fact constantly. It was never you that needed a reminder—it was everybody else.

The men who openly leer at you from every corner of Scotiabank Arena. The NHL hopefuls in your Instagram comments shamelessly flirting as if he didn’t exist or wasn’t in the photo, too. The unprofessional commentators who found ways to sneak in a lecherous comment or two under the guise of camaraderie whenever they spoke about his prowess.

You weren’t some object to be won or bought. You made a choice, and he’d make sure they knew and respected it.

Sure, the engagement ring will aid in this up-hill endeavor, but a little due diligence never hurt either.

“Tonight, it's gonna take. I’m making damn sure of that, sweetheart.”

Your walls squeeze his digits in recognition. Mitch chuckles, dark and dry, against your shoulder. You might like the implication more than he does.

You two weren’t trying, but you weren’t not trying either. Seeing you wearing his ring—the one he picked and purchased—kicked him down a perverted spiral. Flipped the last switch, cut the final cord. He wanted to complete the picture. He wanted to give those good-for-nothing losers one more reason to keep their mouths shut and their eyes to themselves.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Love for me to fill you in a way that’ll last? C’mon, sweetheart, tell me what you want. Tell me how badly you want to be stuffed full of me, how much your pussy needs it—how badly you want to be heavy and swollen with my kid."

Mitch tends to your clit, keeping you borderline incoherent as he tickles your ears with more filth before you can reply to the first goading.

Your eventual responses are muffled by a long, primal whine.

When he has you swaying on the brink of collapse, he’s painfully hard against your inner thigh. There's an iridescent river pearling from the weeping head, freely flowing down to pool beneath your ass. It beams in the dim light like a beacon.

Transfixed and desperately in love, Mitch could cum right now. Just like this.

But staining a stupid fucking cushion would be more of a waste than shooting himself your throat. So, much to your chagrin, he, once again, retreats back onto his knees.

“C-come back,” you whimper with a loud hiccup. The choked sound is as pitiful as your attempts to reach for him. “Please, please, please—”

Satisfaction spreads over the bridge of his nose, leaving him rosy from one cheek to the other. He pins you with a heated, half-lid stare as he strokes himself.

His palm doesn’t feel as good as yours, but Mitch is grateful for that. He wants to drag this out. Instead of rutting into you like a teenager in the backseat of a car, or like himself after a long stint away.

That can’t—and won’t—happen if he keeps touching you. He has to back off before he loses his ever-loving mind.

“Stop being a tease,” you chide. Irritation weighs heavily on your voice. “Haven’t I waited long enough?”

“There’s something I want you to see first, you little brat,” he replies, adopting your sharp tone as he brings his open palm down on your inner thigh.

You shriek, but your eyes beg for another. Maybe he shouldn't have cut you any slack earlier...

He grants your silent wish with a matching blow to the other side before guiding his rigid cock to rest over your body.

And it was better than Mitch ever imagined.

He groans at the sight, “Can you see it? Can you, sweetheart?”

Mitch waits patiently for it to click in your mind, but the confusion that swiftly overtook your fucked-out features never dissipates. Eyes rolling, he shifts forward. Hand still wrapped around the base, Mitch leans over until the full length of him sits against your bare stomach.

Your body quivers over the contact, so he has to hold your hips down to keep you from wiggling and ruining everything.

“I know you can feel it, but I want you to see it. I want you to see how deep I get inside of you, sweetheart. All the way up…” Mitch trails off as his hands glide from your outer hips to the center of your abdomen.

His voice is so deep. So hungry. Your whole being—mind and body—goes weak at the foreign richness.

With tender thumbs, he applies pressure beneath his swollen tip. “—here.”

Mitch moves slowly at first, as if he'd just been sheathed inside of you. With each careful thrust, his stones caress your aching clit, all puffy and pouting.

It feels wonderful to be touched again, even if only in short bursts. But it's not enough friction or force to do much more than aggravate you further. Even when he picks up speed, it’s more hurtful than helpful.

Still, you cannot tear your eyes away from the angry, ruddy head dribbling out ropes of arousal or voice a shred of discontent. The opaque beads form a nonsensical pattern, but it's mesmerizing nonetheless.

If you were any less needy, you’d take your time running your fingers through the milky mess. Swirling around in the evidence of Mitch’s desire until you had enough to lick clean.

As if privy to your thoughts, he pins your wrists at your sides again.

Mitch isn’t faring much better than you. His eyes are trained on the shadow bisecting your middle. Locked, laser-focused. This little…exercise was as much for his amusement as it is for your education. He knows how far he can reach inside of you—knows how fucking fantastic it feels to be buried at the root, but seeing just how deeply he can fuck you is something else entirely.

It's enough to make him question why and how he ever stops fucking you. He’s an idiot for depriving himself. For neglecting you. An exercise in frustration as much as his fruitless effort to shun the rose-colored perversions dancing wild in his mind, Mitch has wasted so much time.

Fuck penance and fuck propriety—it would be a sin to do anything other than worship at your altar as a devoted acolyte. Cardinal, even.

His stomach tightens as he considers how empty you must feel in his absence—and how deliciously whole you must feel when he drives home. He wonders how forlorn your folds must look right now as he keeps what you covet just out of bounds. His body obstructs the view, but Mitch knows you’re open and fluttering around nothing, pleading for mercy.

If he were a cruel man, he’d ignore your begging and continue on like this until his balls were empty and your chest was covered in ivory threads. Lucky for you, your future husband is of the clement variety.

Before you can get another babble, his mouth is back on yours. He keeps your arms tight to your sides, so you’re incentivized to convey your fervent need for more—of anything, really—through your lips and tongue.

Mitch is greedy when he kisses you and needy while lapping up your fire—happily, and without pause. His head pounds like he finished a handle in a single sip, but he doesn’t want it to stop. Ever. It’s disorienting, and yet, he can’t seem to get enough no matter how much of you he drinks down. Mitch wants to spend the rest of his life drunk on your lips.

Begrudgingly, he tears his mouth from yours. Then, tanned chest heaving, he positions himself between your glistening southern lips. Mitch looks down at you, and when your vision finally focuses, his eyes have been shadowed in darkness by his hulking brow.

His prior impatience dwindles ever so slightly even though he's on the precipice of complete satisfaction. Mitch hasn’t gotten a good look at you since your nimble hands relieved him of his shorts some twenty minutes ago, and you are glorious. A celestial nymph with dominion over his heart, devastatingly beautiful and all-consuming in every conceivable way. The hold you have over him is dangerous, verging on obsession. There isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do or say if it appeased you so.

He isn’t fearful. He’s honored. The gratitude he feels knowing that you were, and remain, receptive to his devotion is overwhelming. And now, watching the lucid waters of lust ebb and flow in your glazed eyes, he’s never felt luckier.

Mitch thumbs the gem resting atop your finger, and you shudder as if it were the one tucked between your thighs.

His other hand lingers around your right wrist, though not as tightly as before. With his pulsing head shallow in your heat, he knows you’ll behave. Disrupting him now would only prolong his teasing. A lesson you learned—and were often reminded of—the hard way.

As his fingers trace the metallic band, warmed by the tropical sun and his furnace-like touch, Mitch pushes his hips forward, slow and steady, until he’s fully enveloped by your wanting walls. With your snug, pillowy softness stretching and constricting to accommodate his generous blessing, his grip on reality slips.

“You’re a fucking dream,” your fiancé rasps.

His hands are now splayed wide on either side of your head, effectively caging you beneath him as he builds a faithful rhythm. Teeth clenched, he works diligently to fashion a tribute worthy of your ethereal beauty and power.

“—always so warm and wet for me, just begging to be split open on my thick fuckin' cock. How long have you been this needy, sweetheart? Since I bent you over on the boat? Right over the railing where anyone could’ve seen you?”

You nod, bruised bottom lip pinched between your teeth. Tears well in your eyes.

Your afternoon tryst had been as quick as it’d been rough. Sundress bunched high, the fragile fabric wrinkled between your hips and the cool metal railing as Mitch’s right hand wrapped around your throat. His talented fingers pressed firmly into your sun-kissed skin, relentless in their torment, as he pawed at the pathetic knot struggling to hold your bathing suit in place. His mouth curled into a smirk as it whispered a heady mix of degradation and praise. All while you preened for him, a large crowd just steps away.

That wasn't the first orgasm you were robbed of today.

The hem of the thin material that clung to your anguished body floated demurely above your ankles, landing just shy of the bone. The sullied garment hid the incriminating evidence that inched down your sore thighs with every step you took. The irony was not lost on you as you walked back to your room.

“D’you know how hard it was to stop myself from fucking you in front of all those people? To hold back like that—to not bend you over and take in broad daylight? Of course you do, you sweet, sadistic minx. You always know how to rile me up—and you always find a reason to.”

Mitch grins against your lips before his teeth momentarily replace yours. They nestle into the grooves as if that was the expressed purpose of the faint indentations.

“With the way you’ve been behaving, I’m willing to bet you want a better souvenir than a gift shop tchotchke, hm? Y'gotta be patient for me, though—good girls wait for their rewards. Jus' wait… Oh, I don’t know, nine months? Give or take? Think you can do that for me?"

He’s being cheeky on purpose. He likes the way gentle irritation plays out between your legs—always has and always will.

Mitch releases your lower lip again, but only after he’s nicked it with his canines. A dainty bead of crimson materializes. Covetous, his tongue laps it up without pause. Painted lips kiss from cheek to cheek.

Your back arches. Your hips lift to rock in time with his thrusts.

“God, I can’t wait till we get those fuckin’ keys,” Mitch mumbles, almost absentmindedly.

The lean muscles of his upper body ripple as he sits up to grab ahold of your jaw, a calloused hand on either side. He has an unimpeded view of your dazed, saccharine countenance. His hips slow until they match the thumbs stroking escaped tears into your cheeks.

“—m'gonna take you in every room, against every surface. That way, there won’t be a single thing in our home that—fuck—that doesn’t remind you of me and how well I take care of you—you and your tight cunt.”

With little fanfare, he threads his arms under your dewy legs. Mitch uses the newfound leverage to tug your body even closer.

A shriek rips through the firm seam of your lips as his length traverses an unexplored depth. Your knees snuggle against the pit of his elbows, pleased to be so close in spite of the pain.

Mitch holds your gaze, reveling in your silent screams. He winks, then slowly lowers himself down until your body is folded squarely beneath his. Your muscles burn with the fury of budding resentment, which you’ll surely feel towards him in the morning after this unprompted foray into acrobatics, but the new angle is too good to do more than just... take it.

His hands are glad to have been relieved of their duty and, eager to take advantage of their newfound freedom, palm your chest as his mouth descends on your poor neck. The delicate skin is utterly defenseless against the desire thumping deep within his chest and spilling over his ribs.

Mitch wants to stake his claim—to mark his territory. A stammer of expletives accompanies the vulgar jut of your hips when he rolls your sensitive nipples, swollen and begging for attention, between thumb and forefinger. Bracketed by his forearms, you surrender completely.

Mitch hums at the lewd, sucking sound made by your arousal. Wet squelches ricochet off the adjacent wall with each and every thrust.

“I’ve really made a mess out of you, haven’t I?”

You nod, eyes pinched in concentration.

You’re close. He can feel your body trying to milk him dry. Fortunately, Mitch isn’t far behind. You feel too fucking good to prolong the inevitable.

He brings a hand to your clit, and it moves in messsy circles as he speaks, “Not done yet, though. Gonna flood this pretty cunt—gonna leave you all sticky and hot. I know you want it, but I need you to cum for me first. Go on, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

You unravel on command, your chin falling to the side in ecstasy. Mitch’s firm hand is quick to wrench it back; he needs to watch your face contort as you crumble like he needs air to breathe. Mitch won't be able to think straight until he reaps the rewards of fucking and rubbing you through it.

The sob that wrecks your body is high-pitched and perforated by little gasps, and the rush of wetness is more pathetic than any noise you could and would make in your lifetime. More than you ever thought your body was capable of, more than your new fiancé expected, more than either of you anticipated.

He's soaked in a matter of seconds—as are you and the cushion dripping onto the concrete.

Mitch's climax comes in quick succession but, unlike yours, without warning. Undoubtedly, his peak was triggered by the gush of your undeniable satisfaction.

Drained dry, Mitch hunches over to capture your lips once more, determined to distract you from the inevitable bodily ache on the come-down. Delicately, he places your trembling legs onto the chaise and nestles into the space they vacated. He feels every little muscle twitch and spasm when he hugs you tightly to his body.

The world is muted, fuzzy around the edges, and drowned out by the aftershocks, so you miss most of his sweet-nothing rambling, but the relief and contentment that flood your spent body is reply enough.

He isn’t sure how long you stay like that—tangled together in paradise. You doze off, dipping in and out of consciousness, and wake just after the buttery sun slips entirely behind the horizon. Through the darkness surrounding your bare bodies, silvery moonlight replaces the golden rays of sunshine, but you—and your ring—shine as if nothing's changed.

You keep up a quiet conversation. Nothing of importance is spoken; it's carried on purely for the enjoyment of one another’s voice. Mitch peppers your skin, sticky from humidity and exertion, with tender lips, and you return the favor tenfold. You’re both smiling so wide, so happily.

And you keep grinning into the night, even when your cheeks begin to ache. It’s only when the light breeze ghosts over your bare skin that either of you consider relocating. In no rush and reluctant to leave your deep warmth, he’s leisurely about moving into the dim suite.

Mitch freezes abruptly. His stomach splatters at his feet when his mind catches up to his instincts. Murmuring. He hears murmuring. Terror races down his spine like an ice-cold chill. It's quiet at first. Almost as if the evening wind picked up a distant conversation yards away and softly settled it in his paranoid eardrums. He can’t make out any particular words—except his last name.

His mood sours beyond repair with the realization that the juvenile whispering is much too close, the giggles muffled only by the permeable wall of greenery bordering the suite’s ground-floor patio.

“We just wanted to be the first to say congratulations!” A teenage voice devoid of tact and respect calls out above a chorus of snorts and giggles.

Mortified, you bury your head into the crook of his neck. His chain is cold in comparison to your shame.

Mitch growls and reaches beside the chaise. He shouts something that would’ve made even the most shameless of shit-talkers blush, then sends a half-empty bottle of Dom Pérignon clear through the leaves. It shatters, and the crisp bubbles spill out on the concrete, sending the herd of inconsiderate assholes scattering like mice.

“I’ll go pick up the glass,” he sighs, knowing you’ll chastise him for the mess. "—later."

Mitch couldn’t be honest with the journalist.

He wouldn’t even if he could.

He shares so much of himself and his life with the world already—a hazard of the flashy, public-facing occupation he chose—and you’ve offered up far more of your world than he’d ever ask of you. He doesn’t mind a photo here or a video there, sometimes a press junket or two in a philanthropic context, but Mitch won’t bring the media into your private moments beyond where they’ve already encroached.

Especially not for a leading question intended to bait him into saying something stupid. Or to prematurely announce the impending arrival of your first child.

So, instead, he simply says, “Towels. But if the Four Seasons—or my future wife—asks, I’m totally joking, and I definitely put them all back.”

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year ago

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I want you back (Auston Matthews)

His birthday party brought him an unexpected gift, but it was the greatest of them all. Fluff

Warnings: none, I think.

Your eyes were on the floor. "Come in!" Alexandria called your name and quickly moved to grab your hand. "So long..." She hugged you tight and you smiled. "How is life going?"

"Good. I'm doing good" You forced a brighter smile to not show the truth. Your life was good, career, friends, everything... It was good. Love life? Never had been worse.

A bark called your attention. Alex laughed at your reaction. "The boy is excited to be back here"

You giggled.

"I'm sure he will love to see you" You wondered if she referred to Auston or Felix for a second.

Soon, the fluffy dog came running, caught you on his rear view and stopped on his tracks. He barked and started wagging his tail.

"Hey, sweet boy" You said and crouched down. Felix ran to you and started licking your face with both paws on your shoulders.

"Hi, sweetheart. Yeah, I missed you too, I missed you too" In your own bubble, you completely missed the way a couple of brown eyes were staring at you from the other side of the room.

Auston believed it was his mind playing games at first. It wasn't you who was talking to his older sister by the door. Why would you be here? Then he spotted Felix, who was staring at that person in the door and you smiled and called him. Fuck, you were here. His heart was beating so hard on his chest and the blood flooding through his ears. Willy's story was now background noise.

"Let's grab a drink" Alex told you.

"Bryana and your parents didn't come?"

"No, they were busy. We already celebrated in Arizona anyway. This is just his famous friends gathering" She said chuckling.

You felt that sour taste in your mouth again.

"Alex... Why am I here?" Your voice cracked a bit. She had called you with enough time to think, three days. She told you she would like you to come to the party. And that Auston would appreciate it too. You weren't so sure of that and for the moment he was nowhere to be seen.

Alex sighed and passed you a drink. "I think it would be good for him to see you"

You bit your lip and looked away. "Why?"

"He hasn't been... Himself. I mean. The summer has been weird" She told you.

It had, indeed. All the plans you had with him, the trips, gatherings... Everything had vanished the moment you broke up.

"How have you been?"

You shrugged. "It's not easy"

Alex pulled you in a hug. "Everyone misses you, YN. Even him"

You hugged her harder, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes.

"I miss him so bad" You whispered.

Alexandria cupped your cheeks and dried a tear that had fallen.

"I'm sure it has a solution, babe"

You bit your lip.

"Is that who I think it is?" A very cheerful Mitch Marner appeared in the kitchen, big smile and open arms ready to greet you. "Oh come here, it has been ages"

He barely noticed your tears, but shared a look with Alex that let him know that you needed a hug.

"Hey Mitch" You said hugging him. At the end, he was still your friend. You couldn't stop it just because Auston and you weren't together anymore.

"You look great" He said.

"Thank you, Mitchy. And congratulations. Can believe you are a married boy now" You said pinching his cheeks.

"Man, married man" He pointed out.

"Whatever"

"Do you want to come and say hi?" He said. "Steph is out there too"

"Yeah, I'll go in a second"

"We'll be waiting by the pool"

"Of course"

When he left, you turned to Alex.

"I don't know if coming was a good idea"

"It is, I promise. But... You can leave, it's okay"

You bit your lip. "Everything is so... Familiar... I miss everyone here but this isn't my life anymore and..."

"Maybe you could go and see him"

"I don't know"

"Please?"

You sighed. During your time dating Auston, his family had become your family too, you trusted them as much as you trusted your ex boyfriend (then at least, you didn't know where you were standing now).

"Okay"

You stayed by her for a big part of the night while trying to grow the balls to go and talk to him.

Auston was confused. He couldn't pay the proper attention to whatever was going on around him. He couldn't stop seeing you here and there. With Alex, talking to Mitch, petting Felix. His brain was playing with him. It was as if you had never packed your things and left. It was as if he had never said those words.

The cake came and it was placed before him. They sang happy birthday and joked about how old he was getting. Willy tried to smash his face on the cake but someone told him it was too expensive. And after blowing the candles, Auston looked up. You were still by his sister. Your hands were folded close to your face and there was a smile in your lips. You seemed happy in that moment. And you were. You had missed his smile so bad.

"Okay, make a wish" Mitch said.

Auston took a deep breath and with a last look at you, he closed his eyes and blew the candles. You were shaking.

No one cared when Auston got up and tried to leave the table.

"Cake?" Alex offered. She hadn't noticed you weren't by her side anymore.

"In a second. I need to do something first" He said gently pushing her to the side.

Alex smiled knowingly and let him go.

You were by the gifts table, roaming in your bag, when Auston spot you again. He took some air and walked closer, you barely heard him arrive by your side.

"Hi, YN" His voice came out silky, a hint of happiness to have you close painting it but also higher pitched with nerves.

You froze for long seconds before turning around. You looked up at him. "H-hi"

He observed you closely for the first time in months. You were so pretty but looked so tired. He had missed you so much.

"Are you leaving?"

You were. An impulsive thought had told you to sneak out while everyone was distracted with the cake, no sad faces or goodbyes. But you wanted to leave your gift first, he would find it and probably never know it was yours, but at least would have it.

"Uh, no" You lied. "Just leaving my gift with the others, I almost forget" You nervously laughed.

Auston could see through you. He could tell you were lying.

"Can I open it now?" He asked hoping he could keep you here for a bit longer.

You stuttered. "Well, don't you want to wait to the others?" Maybe you could scape in the meanwhile.

"No, I don't think so" He grinned.

It brought a smile to your lips and the feelings abck to your chest.

"Let's go outside, yeah?"

And well, you could never resist to him. You forgot your purse on the gift table and followed him. Some curious eyes had caught on you two sneaking out together, some of them shared looks.

The air was humid that night and the backyard was empty. When Auston closed the doors, the music and voices from inside shut down. You were left alone with him for the first time since you broke up and you didn't know how to behave. Used to kisses, hugs, a hand on your waist on crowded spaces, a joke on your war when it was inappropriate to be told... There were so many things That you missed and so many thing you only knew you loved one you lost them. But Auston was there, as tall, big and muscular as you remembered him and you only wanted to sink on his arms for that comfort he could only bring.

"Sit with me" He say on the edge of the pool and rolled his trousers, the patted his side. Giggling, you sat next to him and grabbed your clothes.

"My gift" He lifted the small packages to your eyes level. "You didn't have to bring one" He muttered. First, he didn't expect you to come. Second, he thought that now that there was nothing between you, gifts were a part of the past.

"I wanted to"

"Okay, can I?"

You nodded and observed how he carefully ripped the package.

"It's not much. I barely had time to find anything" You excused yourself before he could see it.

He rolled his eyes and laughed. "I don't care, it's enough" It had always been enough, everything you had done for him. Then he opened the package and smiled so brightly. "You are so silly... How do you think it's not much"

You pulled your sleeves over your hands and shrugged. It was special, yes. It was yours. Your thing. That little secret you held with Auston and only him, the symbol that described one of the most special moments in your relationship.

Auston had the little charm on his hand, watching it and running his thumb over it. It had a little star on the middle. All the memories were flooding back. The soft smile on his lips showed how he felt.

"Thank you, YN" He sighed.

One night, after having a fancy dinner for your anniversary, Auston had taken you outside his house in Arizona. You were both feeling adventurous so you had grabbed lanterns and Felix. You had walked for hours hand in hand. It was dark enough to see the sky full of stars. You had talked about so many things, confessed so many fears and dreams and for the first time talked about a future together. You shared a view, you had the same needs and expectations and for the first time you felt that he was the one, your one. Stars. They would always remind you to that, they would bring you to that night. To both of you.

"Happy birthday, Auston" You said with a sad smile.

He looked at you and thanked with a nod. "Come here" He lifted his arm and you leaned in. With a kiss in your temple, Auston thanked you again. "I think about that night a lot"

You straightened your back to look at him. "Me too" His arm fell to your waist but didn't move from you.

Auston moved the charm between his fingers and when he noticed you were watching he smirked. The air was too tense between you two. So... A quick movement and he pretended to drop the charm to the pool.

"Aus!" You quickly reacted and grabbed his hand. As quick, you realized he was pranking you and you gasped. "You prick..." You slapped his chest and he laughed loudly.

Like he was used to, he pulled you again to his side with his arm around your neck and kissed the side of your head, leaving you tucked under his chin and pressed to his side. "I miss you" He whispered as if it was a secret you shouldn't discover.

You stopped laughing and grabbed his hand tighter. The charm was safe inside his fist. "I miss you too, Auston"

He gave you some space but only enough to be able to look at you.

"I don't feel we are over yet" He confessed for the first time. "When you appeared and Felix saw you? It felt like you never left"

You swallowed hard and looked at his lips moving as he spoke.

"People asked me were were you during the whole summer and I can count with my hands the times I told them we were done. It was always a back at home in Toronto."

"Auston..."

"Shh. Me first" He chuckled. "I need you back. I want you to be back at home in Toronto. Not back at you friend's flat."

"I don't feel we are done yet either, Auston"

He side smiled and kissed your cheek so close to your lips and letting his nose brush yours.

"I came here and I hugged Alex, Felxi, Mitch, Steph... I sat with them and it was as if I never left"

"You shouldn't have. I shouldn't have let you leave"

You sighed and looked down at your joined hands. "Wanna hear something funny?"

"Of course"

"I don't remember why we fought" You simply said. "I do remember why it started, but not the rest"

He laughed. "Yeah, over my socks"

"Your socks" You giggled. "Why would someone leave the socks in the fucking sofa, Aus?"

Your smile was so bright that Auston had to kiss you. He couldn't stop himself, he leaned and pressed a kiss to your lips. You yelped surprised but opened your mouth for him. Slowly and deeply, Auston rediscovered your kisses and lips. There was nothing else, only you two, sitting by the pool and slowly making out like the first time. The butterfly, ticklish skin and needy gasps.

"Fuck" He pulled back after a long time panting. "I want you so bad. Back, I mean"

You laughed and nodded. "Yes"

"Want me too?"

"I want to work on us" You said.

"Okay"

"I can't fight about socks again, I don't want to go through that anymore"

"Let's try"

You nodded. "Let's try"

Auston pecked your lips and then your nose. "Is it too soon to say I love you?"

"Take me on a date first or something, Aus"

He rolled his eyes and pushed you.

"Okay, smart ass. Wanna help me with this?" He lifted the charm. "Or did you bought it for Felix?"

You gasped and slapped his thigh.

"Fuck, such a great idea. How can I be so stupid?"

He watched you with a smile, a silly lovey smile. "He's gonna be really happy to have you back, you know that?"

"My sweet boy"

"Yeah, your son missed you badly"

"And you?"

"Pretty much, yeah"

You nodded and kissed his cheek. "I missed you too, baby"

Auston felt like a kid again. He felt the happiness blooming back on his chest, he felt calmed now that he had you back.

"All those things we talked about that night" He said and grabbed your hand. "Are they all still up?"

You nodded and caressed his knuckles softly. "I don't want them with anyone else, Auston. It's you"

He brought you to him once more and kissed you head. "I love you"

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luvhughes43 · 2 years ago

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emotional bruises | luke hughes x matthews!reader

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request: what ab a fic where reader and luke have been dating for a long time, say high school sweethearts. reader is the youngest sister of auston matthews (and by association, mitch marner). say after a win one night (or for any other reason) reader and luke go to a club. at said club, luke goes off with his friends and ignores reader. a random guy starts talking to reader and after seeing her talk to a random guy luke gets mad at her. they start fighting and after a bit of fighting reader calls auston to pick her up/rant or whatever and after hanging up/picking her up auston or mitch calls quinn or jack to talk some sense into luke and then reader and luke work through their problems

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it happened once you and Luke got back to michigan after Lukes season ended. a few of his university teammates were in town visiting, so everyone decided to go to a club now that everyone was finally legal.

you of course went with the boys, having been dating Luke while he was at umich so you knew and were friends with all of the boys. usually, when you went out with Luke he was very attentive to you, but not tonight.

Luke's laugh echoed through the already loud club. you watched on from the sidelines as the group of friends chatted, sending you small glances every few minutes from the corner of their eyes. you were standing behind Luke who was standing in a circle with the guys.

“I’m going to go get a drink!” you raised your voice so Luke could hear you, but he didn’t respond. you nodded your head in embarrassment and went over to the bar.

The bar was crowded, and it took forever to get your drink. Luke hadn’t even looked in your direction, and you were dreading going back over to the group of boys.

time went by and you just stood there next to the guys, no acknowledgement from Luke or anyone else for that matter.

“Luke? do you wanna go dance?” you finally got the courage to ask, pulling on one of Luke’s sleeves so he’d look at you.

“uh, no not right now i’m talking to ethan” he barely glanced at you as he was talking to you. a minute later he shakes your hand off his arm and you feel your heart fall to the pits of your stomach.

It's not like you were a clingy girlfriend. you understood that Luke wanted to spend time with your guys’ friends, but you wouldn’t let him just ignore you. you guys had been together since forever, and Luke had never acted like this. granted, he wasn’t much for pda but he always made sure to show you affection in other ways.

you took another 10 minutes of Luke's dismissal before deciding to go off on your own. you didn’t even tell him you were leaving the group, you didn’t think he’d care anyway.

“we’re matching!” a girl shouted at you, grabbing onto your hands and pulling you into her group of friends. you laughed, your feelings of hurt fading away as a group of girls easily accepted you into their circle.

you and your new friends all sang and danced together, and you were finally feeling like the night was turning out to be good.

“hey, i’m going to go get another drink!” you shouted to the group as the taylor swift song you were just screaming too faded into another song.

“hey! can you get me another beer?” the girl who originally seeked you out asked and you easily agreed.

as you were waiting for your drinks, a man approached you trying to make small talk.

“how are you doing tonight?” the dark haired brunette asked you as he leaned across the bar.

“I’m fine, how are you?” you replied, looking in the bartenders direction to see how much longer your drinks would take.

“I’m good. could be better though,” the guy smirked as he shifted his body to be angled towards yours.

“oh okay…” you trailed off awkwardly. you usually didn't have to talk to guys at bars because Luke would always volunteer to get your drinks for you but… here you were.

“okay?” the guy chuckled as he copied you. “what? you not interested or something?”

“Uh no i have a boyfriend,” you squirmed. clearly uncomfortable with this whole interaction. you craned your neck to try and look for Luke, but you couldn’t see him through the crowd of people jumping around on the dance floor.

the man just laughed more, “yeah? I’ve heard that one before”

you honestly felt frozen as he moved closer to you, the drinks the bartender just placed in front of you easily ignored.

“no please, i really do have a boyfriend hes…” you whipped around to try and catch a glance of Luke but he was nowhere to be found.

“Baby, you don’t have to play hard to get i'm right here” the guy moved even closer to you and you quickly tried backing away.

“what the fuck?” Luke interrupts the guy's speech angrily.

The unnamed man was going to say something but Luke quickly interrupted, “y/n?? what are you doing?” Luke questioned you instead of the guy, causing the guy to smirk.

“ohh damnn… i didnt realize she was your girl she never told me!” the guy lied, his admission making Luke frown at you.

“Luke what? he wouldn’t leave me alone! I was literally looking for you,” you started but Luke cut you off.

“Yeah sure. Lets just go” luke grabbed one of your arms, pulling you away from the bar and to the outside of the club.

you were so utterly confused.

“why are you being so mean to me tonight?” you asked, feeling the start of a burn rise in your throat.

“are you seriously questioning me right now? you were literally just talking to some man at the bar!” Luke argued, clearly upset at you.

“like i said Luke, he was the one pursuing ME” you argued back, completely tired with how your boyfriend was acting tonight.

“yeah whatever, let's just go home” he rolled his eyes at you, tugging on your arm to take you back towards his car.

“no! you're being such a jerk to me!” you pulled your arm roughly from Lukes grasp, leaving him to just stare at you.

Luke ran a hand frustratingly through his hair. He sighed before continuing, “just get into the car y/n”

your chest was heaving as you slid into the passenger seat.

when you got back to the lake house you immediately set your things up in the empty guest room while Luke was in the bathroom. luckily for you, off season just started so there weren't many people at the house.

As soon as you got settled, you we’re picking up your phone and calling your brother Auston Matthews.

“Auston?” you croaked when you heard the call connect.

“y/n? whats wrong?” you heard Auston sit up in bed at your upset tone.

“Luke and i fought and he- and,” you cried, explaining all of the night's events to your brother who was absolutely fuming.

“I'll take care of it y/n don’t worry,” Auston said as he pulled your boyfriends contact up on his phone.

“Aus no!” you cried out, making Auston stop what he was doing. “I'll talk to him later, I just wanted to get it all out” you cried again, making Auston soften. He hated when you were so upset.

“Okay, i won’t say anything to Luke” he relented, coming up with other strategies to yell at Luke to fix things.

you ended the call ten minutes later and by pure coincidence Luke was knocking at the door.

“y/n i’m sorry about tonight i just…” Luke trailed off and you scrambled out of bed and pulled the door open.

“I don't want to talk to you right now,” you admitted with confidence. all of your sadness had run out and all you were left with was anger.

“y/n please, i’m sorry about tonight it was a misunderstanding and-”

“no seriously Luke, i don’t want to talk to you”

you two went back and forth for awhile before Luke finally admitted defeat and sulked off to his bedroom.

you got adjusted to the guest bedroom bed, eyes closing when you heard the familiar ring tone of your brother's best friend.

“Mitchy?” you asked, and he hummed in reply.

“Aus told me what happened and I just wanted to see if you were okay. He didn’t tell me details or anything but he said you were pretty upset so…” he trailed off and you smiled softly. Mitch Marner never failed to amaze you. He was such a kind friend to not only your brother but to you as well.

“I’m just upset… Luke was ignoring me all night and then he…”

“and then he what?” mitch questioned to which you gave him the full run down.

By the time you finished re-explaining everything and Mitch was done giving you his advice, you were well and truly tired.

As soon as the call ended you instantly drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, there was a large bouquet of flowers on your night stand. They were pink peonies, a gift Luke usually got you when you were upset or having a bad day.

You messaged Luke to come meet you in the guest room.

“I’m so sorry y/n,” Luke apologized as he rushed into the room and closed the door behind him.

“Flowers aren't going to fix this Luke. You really hurt me last night and I don't even think you understand” you began, already getting irritated.

Luke listened intently to everything you had to say. “At first you ignored me the whole night! and then some guy is being a creep and you accuse me? As if I was the one to do something wrong. You didn't even ask if I was okay! You grabbed at me like I was a child” you tried not to raise your voice as you felt the hurt creep back into your heart.

Luke wholeheartedly agreed with you. He sat down next to you on the bed and you both talked about everything that went down last night.

“I was honestly just jealous that you were talking to somebody else… I get really protective over you and I know I had no right to act the way I did last night. I feel awful” Luke started, apologizing again and trying to explain his side of things. “There’s no excuse for me ignoring you. There’s no excuse for anything I did last night” Luke continued and you nodded along. you found it hard to forgive him, but you promised you’d work on your forgiveness. Luke wasn’t one to get angry at you like that, and it had shaken you up.

Later that night you got a text from your brother.

Auston: did your boy apologize to you yet?

You: what?? I told you not to talk to him? Wtf

Auston: I didn't talk to him… I talked to Quinn instead

You: ??? why

Auston: because you were upset last night and I dont want u to be upset

Auston: especially over some boy

you shut your phone off turning over to Luke. “Your brother told you to apologize to me this morning?” you asked the curly headed boy.

“No. He just made me realize how much I fucked up. your brother messaged Quinn actually,” Luke admitted sheepishly.

You honestly didn't know how you felt about your brother talking to Quinn and then Quinn talking to Luke. You wanted Lukes apology to be genuine and to come from himself.

Luke must've picked up on your feelings because he frowned and held one of your hands, rubbing the side of it with his thumb.

“I really am sorry,” he whispered and you nodded, leaning into his side. You let Luke’s apologies and reassurance lure you into sleep.

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