#nhl 23

[goldengleams]

smart girl | jack hughes x reader

In which Jack is always up for a homework break.

just a little blurb that i was thinking about!! hope you enjoy!!

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“You still working, smart girl?”

You were so caught up in your homework that you hadn’t even heard the front door opening or the footsteps approaching you. You nodded, not turning around to meet Jack’s blue eyes.

“You’ve been at it all day, babe. Maybe you could take a break, y’know, since it is your spring break,” Jack suggested. You heard him padding around behind you to turn the television on.

You had promised Jack that you would have a night in, just the two of you, but homework had caught up to you.

“J, I’m trying to focus,” you groaned. “My professor just added two assignments to the schedule for next week.”

Jack had always known that you were focused on school ever since you two were little. You had grown up together and you always held the title of the smartest in the class. Now was no different, you pushing yourself to graduate at the top of the class with the thought of grad school in the back of your mind.

“And you’re the smartest in the whole university, Y/N! C’mon, you need a break from the books,” Jack called out, rounding you while you sat at the kitchen island of his apartment. You were only visiting Jack’s place in New Jersey for the week until you had to go back to college.

“Jack,” you warned. You both knew each other so well at this point that you knew how to get the other annoyed.

“You should come over to the couch and I’ll cuddle you up and we can order Chipotle,” Jack offered, a smile starting to show on his face. “C’mon, I know you want Chipotle, Y/N.”

“I think you want Chipotle, Mr. Sponsor,” you chuckled. Jack was now standing behind you and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, his head resting on top of yours.

“Take a break with me,” he whispered. You couldn’t deny that his voice and touch still managed to send shivers down your back.

“I want to, I’m just nervous, Jack. This has been my hardest class all semester,” you trailed off.

“You’ll do great with this course, eh? I can feel it,” Jack shook your shoulders gently, eliciting a laugh out of you. He massaged your shoulders a little and you leaned back into him.

“Jack?” He hummed in response to your question. “Have you ever felt imposters syndrome?”

“That’s a loaded question, babe,” he laughed. “I don’t think I started feeling like an important member of the Devs until, like, three months ago.”

You didn’t say anything in response, but intertwined your right hand with his left that rested on your shoulder. He had called you too many times to count, barely able to get his feelings out, but feeling so lost and alone inside. Even though you and Jack lived such different lives, shared feelings and your love for each other always brought you together.

“Love you, Rowdy,” you mumbled, squeezing his hand right.

“Love you my smart girl.”

“But, I also don’t know how much more I can do tonight…so,” you said, tilting your head up to meet his. Jack leaned down to kiss your lips, before pulling away.

“So Chipotle?”

“Yup.”

“And watching a movie with me?”

“Yup.”

“And letting me show you how much I love you until you can’t walk?”

“Jack!”

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Hope you guys liked this one, just something quick!! Please comment/reblog and leave requests !!

[trevorz3grasiabae]

[generallemarc]

Gaming PSA: EA hates you

Strongly recommend that you not pay money for any first-party purchase of any EA-developed title. I don't think we need to start boycotting games made by other companies and just published by EA yet, especially since the amount of said games will drastically decrease if they actually start trying this shit. Smaller studios can't afford this kind of PR.

[ashloveshockey]

I wish him the best but I’m going to miss having ej in Colorado. Like no more EJ and Gabe🥺🥺 like I know his good energy will follow wherever he goes but like his banter with the avalanche guys is unmatched.

[thetortus]

You’re mine, mine only. Say it, mine.

Jack Hughes x reader

As you entered the house, you grabbed everyone’s attention because of how gorgoeus you looked.

Everyone was mesmerized by your beauty, your black dress that hugged all your sides perfectly, your long (color) hair, your face that looked absolutely stunning. Everything about you tonight was perfect.

This party was hosted at one of the Devil’s players houses for winning the first round of the Stanley cup playoffs.

Even though you were supposed to come with your boyfriend, Jack, you didn’t because you two had gotten into a really bad argument a couple of days ago. And till now, you still weren’t talking or anything whatsoever.

You headed to the kitchen to grab a drink, something to keep you hydrated until all your friends came around. As you approached the fridge, a tall boy with black hair’s eyes landed on you. He scanned you top to bottom. His left elbow resting on the kitchen counter.

‘Hi’ he said.

‘Hey’ you replied back.

‘You look pretty tonight’

‘Thanks’ you give him a quick smile.

Your eyes continue to scan the room as the boy, Conner, keeps talking about himself.

None of your friends have arrived yet, and as your eyes continue their search, they land on him.

Jack is standing there with one of his teammates, Nico and his girlfriend, and another girl you couldn’t quite recognize.

The four of them shared jokes and laughs and the unfamiliar girl kept flirting with Jack by either brushing her arm against him or laughing at anything he says.

You were fuming with anger, you kept watching them. As you did, Jacks eyes caught yours and you made eye contact.

However that was cut off by a hand you felt around your waist. Oh god, you forgot about this boy.

You tried to brush his hand off but he wouldn’t take it off. ‘Please can you take your hand off, I have a boyfriend.’

‘So what? It will be a one night thing, besides he doesn’t even need to know’

You were getting uncomfortable as Conner got closer.

Suddenly, you feel someone else’s presence, Jack’s. His fingers dug into Conner’s hand ‘i don’t share’.

Conner wouldn’t buzz which resulted in Jack repeating himself, digging his fingers even deeper.

The boys hand slid off your waist. He was replaced by Jack standing in-front of you.

‘Doesn’t look like you don’t share, she didn’t say anything about a boyfriend’

Before Jack could reply you screamed ‘you lair I told you and you wouldn’t leave me alone!’

‘Why does it matter anyway? If I had a girl this pretty, I wouldn’t leave her, you on the other hand, look, you’re talking to another girl right there. I don’t see how it’s a problem with me and her.’

You could see as Jack’s hand tightened, he was furious but he didn’t say anything.

‘Jack please, it’s fine, let’s just leave’ you grabbed his hand from the back.

‘Besides, you let her wear that slutty dress and say you don’t share?’

That was it. You could feel something missing, Jack’s hand. You watched as he punched the boy. The boy swung back and now they were exchanging punches and hits.

People approached the scene to help stop what was taking place as you backed off. You slid down the wall and sat on the floor tears flooding your face.

You couldn’t live this again. Fifteen years ago when you were just six, you remember the exact same scene. You sat on the floor crying, your father hitting your sister as your mom tried to stop him.

Thankfully, now that your father passed away, there is no need to think about all of that as it would never happen again, or so you thought.

Nicos girlfriend approached you and landed next to you with a cup of water trying to comfort you ‘hey it’s ok’

Jack broke from the fight and collapsed to his knees landing next to you. ‘Are you okay? Did he do anything? Do you want me to call anyone or-’

‘I just wanna go home’ you replied.

Jack helped you up to your feet and walked you to his car. Throughout the whole drive you were both silent as you couldn’t speak.

As soon as you arrived to his house, he offered you a warm shower to cool you down a bit which you agreed to.

As you left the bathroom, finished with your shower, you spotted what was laid on the bed. He put out one of your pajama pants with one of his jerseys knowing it was your favorite.

You put your clothes on then went to the kitchen to find him preparing a meal. He never did that as he doesn’t know how to cook alone but he somehow came up with some pasta and a salad aside.

Before you could speak he started ‘look, we need to talk about this, but now, finish your food and then we talk’

You shook your head and dug into your food. After you finished, you both went to the bedroom to talk.

You both sat on the bed, god you’d missed sleeping on this bed more than you thought you would.

Both of you sat on the bed and once again he started ‘look, I’m so so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I could’ve talked about it with him instead of hitting him.’ Jack was the only one you told about your trauma so you knew exactly what he was doing, trying to comfort you, he was trying to help you feel better but you could feel him fuming with rage and anger.

‘No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone to the party, I shouldn’t have talked to him, I shouldn’t have wore this short dress anyway’

‘Don’t say that! Don’t ever fucking say that again!’

You could feel as the tears raced down your cheeks. Jack pulled you into a hug as you cried into his chest. He was obviously still angry.

As you pulled from your hug, his hands still on your waist, your eyes met his ocean blue eyes. His eyes the moved to your lips.

God you couldn’t resist it anymore, you missed his touch, it’s almost been a week now.

You came in closer and gave him a kiss on his lips. You then broke the kiss and looked at him again making eye contact.

Because of the hug, you did end up sitting in his lap so it was easier for him to just flip you so that he’s on top of you as you lay on your back on the bed.

His hands wrapped around your waist, he started leaving kisses everywhere, all over you face, you neck, every time it was stronger, he was kissing your neck leaving hickeys everywhere. You heard noises coming from him, ones you couldn’t quite understand.

You the realized what he was saying

‘You’re mine, mine only. Say it, mine, mine, mine’

You smiled to yourself, guess you weren’t the only one who missed him.

‘I’m yours Jack, all yours. Yours and yours only’

His mouth then moved up to your lips as they met again.

This boy was really angry, his kisses were really hard and strong which caused you to grab his hair, your grip tightening every time.

‘All yours Jacky’ you said once again.

[vikingnerd793]

So I may not write AUs but I MOST DEFINITELY created Eivor Varinsdottir in the “Be a Pro” NHL 23 career mode. Yes, you can create a female character and have her play with the men! She’s from Norway, she’s a power forward, she’s tall and she’ll whoop your ass and also score a whole lot of goals.

[graceshiii]

I FEEL SO PROUD FOR LUKE RN AND WHEN I TELL YOU THAT IM CRYING I MEAN IM SOBBING MY HEART FOR HIM WE GOT THE LAST REGULAR SEASON WIN CAUSE OF HIM

[photosbymeganveldman]

some images from the Nashvile Predators development camp 7/5/23

[jayda12]

ADAM JS WITH NICK AND KENT

[jayda12]

MO IMAGES!!!!

IM HERE FOR IT

ask - m.seider

masterlist

requested: y

pairings: mo seider x reader

warnings: none but fluff and I kind of took my own creative liberty with this 🫣

the sun light was creeping in through your blinds when you woke up and rolled over nearly hitting the 6’4” German who lay beside you. you weren’t sure how it got like this. one day you were friends, and the next thing you knew he was under your covers asleep next to you almost every night.

“don’t you have another place to stay?” you asked him months ago, grabbing his pillow that was tightly embraced in his arms and allowing him into your apartment that he never seemed to leave except for away games.

“it’s no fun living with Lucas when you’re all the way over here.” he removed the beanie from his head and you watched him mess with his curls making your knees weaken.

it didn’t take long for him to make himself at home for an extra month. you noticed most of your drawers were beginning to fill up with red wings gear, boxers, and his sweatpants. your bathroom had additional shampoo and conditioner, and your kitchen had a plethora of German spices you couldn’t even pronounce.

you weren’t mad mo had become your roommate, in fact you loved spending time with him. but the problem became your ongoing crush began to rapidly spiral when he one day climbed into your bed—even though his room was right next door—and he never seemed to have gone back to his own.

and that’s how you woke up this morning. to him in your bed for the third night in a row. there was no horse play that went on, it typically began with you both in your separate rooms, he came in to ask about your day, and then you both fell asleep. every morning you woke up with the anxiety that he wasn’t right there next to you, but there he was. still sound asleep.

once you got the energy to roll out of bed you began to start cooking breakfast. the smell of bacon and eggs was a way to get anybody up, and shortly after you started you heard the sound of your bedroom door unlatch, and the sound of hard wood floor creaking grow louder with every step.

“good morning,” you smiled, he mumbled a few words to you making his way to the fridge to grab coffee. he was never a man of many words in the morning, but you didn’t mind it. sometimes you both ate your breakfast in silence and sometimes you ate your breakfast listening to mo talk a mile a minute. you cherished both of those mornings.

“coffee?” you heard him, and before you could reply he was already holding the cup up to your lip allowing you to sip whatever he had just mixed together. he watched you close your eyes swallowing the mixture, “not bad, I’ll have one.”

it was silent for awhile, you platted the food for you both and headed to the table to sit down and wait for mo. you glanced over at him for a second catching a glimpse of the back of him working on the coffee. you couldn’t help but stare a little longer picking up the bruises on his arms and the sheet marks on the back of his shirt. it was gestures like this that made you question your relationship, friendship, or heck even situationship. sometimes you would wake up in the morning wondering if he would regret slipping into your bed with you that night.

“what are we?” you asked, it was mainly to yourself, you’ve questioned it for so long. every morning you woke up hoping one day he would realize maybe you were what he wanted to wake up to. ever since he walked in that door with his pillow you wondered where it was going to go. especially, now that he made himself a home for three days in your full size bed. you didn’t expect the question to come out of your mouth. it was supposed to be more of a silent question, but it grabbed his attention.

he turned at the sound of your voice, he only heard a little bit of what you said, but he picked up enough to know what you asked. he’d been avoiding the thinking himself, but when it came to you how could he ever not question it? his teammates called him a wimp for not pulling the trigger on asking you out. he dared not to even ever say he spent most nights in your bed.

“what do you want us to be?” you heard from the kitchen. snapping you out of your daydreams you watched as mo approached the table with two cups of coffee, setting one down for you.

red covered your cheeks as you tried to hide your face behind your cup, “I didn’t expect you to hear me.”

the silence was loud. it was the most uncomfortable silence you’ve ever endured with him, and you didn’t like it. you could tell he didn’t either just by the way he was playing with his food. it was just like you both were avoiding the question on the table.

you watched him shift uncomfortable in his seat, “so have you always liked me?” he asked. you watched his cheeks flush red now this time. you watched him pick up and drop his silverware waiting for an answer from you. he couldn’t get himself to eat because now he was full of anxiety. he couldn’t deny it himself he felt an attraction toward you, but it was always easier for him to ignore it than swallow himself in it.

“well I wouldn’t let you stay for this long if I didn’t.” you joked nibbling on a piece of bacon, and the silence came again. it was agonizing.

tired of waiting, you cut to the chase. one thing about mo is if he wants something he waits, but you were making moves now. you waited too many times in bed wanting to ask the question. you had too many restless nights on the phone hoping he’d be the one to tell you. but you were going to do it now.

“do you want to ask me out? or will I have to ask you?”

mo picked his head up from staring at the plate of breakfast in front of him to look at you. not a sight of anxiety on your face waiting for an answer, he knew if he backed out he’d be denying his feelings and his teammates would have a field day. as much as he tried to take it slow, he knew it would be impossible with you. especially since he somehow always found himself in your bed every morning.

“y/n, will you go out with me?”

“yes, now let’s talk about getting you your own dresser. mine is full of your clothes.”

[theepicalec]

New YouTube Short! NHL 23: Be A Pro! There's some uh... questionable hockey in this clip.

[batminha22]

So this means that Ej will not play his last year with Gabe????

[cixrosie]

ADAM SIGNED HIS CONTRACT TODAY HES OFFICIALLY A BLUE JACKET

[mattatouilletkachuk]

“Can I sleep with you? with timo !!!

I’m All Yours || Timo Meier

Prompt: 29. “Can I sleep with you?”

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: I’m actively fist fighting writers block as I’m posting this. I also didn’t edit this so if my grammar is all over the place we should maybe focus on something else.

You were stubborn. You knew this and accepted it. Everyone had faults and some people refused to ever look in the mirror and face theirs. However, your stubbornness was not something you had to reflect on and learn about yourself. You had been a stubborn child, something that had gotten you into trouble often, and even now you were a stubborn adult.

Usually, it wasn’t a problem in your relationship.

Tonight was different, though.

Tonight was supposed to be your night together. The season had just ended and you finally had your boyfriend all to yourself. So when the two of you had gone out for dinner, just you and him in what felt like forever, you were delighted. When he looked at you with such admiration in his eyes or when he held your smaller hand within his own as he drove to the restaurant, it felt like a battle to not throw up the butterflies that were fluttering about in your stomach.

When the waitress had come to the table and made it abundantly clear that Timo was going to be at the sole focus of her attention. Every time she giggled or blushed, your heart had sunken deeper and the sips you had taken from your glass of wine had become longer. Timo hadn’t told a joke or shown any interest in her. In all the time the two of you had been together he had never done anything to make you feel as though he even thought of straying away from your relationship.

That wasn’t the point, though, and that was what he didn’t understand. He only looked at you with confusion as you slowly stopped contributing in the conversation. The confusion had turned to irritation when during the car ride back home you were quiet. Your cheeks were warm from the alcohol and there was an envious angry little monster in your chest that just wanted to rear its head.

Your boyfriend was charming, athletic and easy on the eyes. It wasn’t hard to understand the attention that he received and during the hockey season you were fine to step back and watch with a smile as people flocked to him. This was the off-season, though, and it was supposed to be your time with your boyfriend but it seemed as if you couldn’t even have that.

That was what he didn’t understand.

“I can’t control if someone decides to flirt with me,” he had said, annoyed that he even had to have this argument. He thought you would understood that and see that he never indulged those who batted their eyelashes at him.

“That’s not why I’m upset,��� you scoffed, not looking at Timo. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at your boyfriend and be reminded how even though you felt as though you were entirely his, he was never fully yours.

You had made your way into your shared bedroom and were struggling to undo the straps of your heels when Timo walked through the bedroom door. It only took one glance at the man to know that he was slowly losing his patience. His neatly combed hair was all over the place, probably from running his hands through it.

You looked away. You knew if you really took him in and saw the confused frustration on his face your anger would seep out of your body and for just a little while you wanted to sit in your simmering anger.

“Why are you upset then?” He asked.

When you finally managed to pull your shoes off you sighed and kicked them to the side. Timo watched, noting how you didn’t pick them up and put them in their place in the closet like you usually did.

“Did you even realize that tonight was the first night that we were spending together, alone and to ourselves in months?”

“That’s not true.” Timo said immediately.

“Oh? When was the last time we actually spent time together? Just you and me?” Your voice cracked as you asked him. You knew when the last time was and you were even more certain that Timo didn’t.

“Schatz-,” Timo sighed and took a step closer to you only for you to shake your head and step further away.

“I’ve accepted that I have to share you with everyone but it would be nice if you could actually want to spend time with just me,” you said bitterly.

You grabbed a pillow from your side of the bed when you felt a lump start to form in your throat. You didn’t want to cry but more than that you didn’t want to cry in front of Timo.

“I’m gonna spend tonight in the living room, goodnight.” You dodged his arms as you left your bedroom with your pillow and pajamas in your arms.

He called out for you again but knew better than to come after you. Sometimes you needed a minute to yourself.

However, a few minutes had turned into a few hours and you were still sitting on the couch. At this point, the only thing keeping you in the living room was your own stubbornness. You were still upset but the anger you had felt earlier had slowly ebbed away and now you just wanted to crawl into your comfortable bed and fall asleep in Timo’s open arms. You didn’t want to appear like a misbehaved dog that was coming back to its master with its tail between its legs. You weren’t wrong and a part of you needed your boyfriend to know that too.

You pulled the throw blanket you had pulled from the end of the couch tighter around yourself as you watched the clock that hung on the wall. With each tick that moved the arms of the clock you grew more antsy and after thirty minutes you finally sat up.

Grabbing your pillow and standing up you decided that you would be annoyed with your actions tomorrow. Tonight you just needed to feel your boyfriends strong arms around you.

Padding softly to your bedroom you silently hoped that Timo had fallen asleep. That way you wouldn’t have to explain yourself.

You didn’t get so lucky. As you stood in the door way to your bedroom Timo blinked back at you from your large bed. He wasn’t small by any means but looking on it seemed as if the bed was trying to swallow him whole.

“Can I sleep with you?” It was almost a whisper. You felt childish but also wary asking if. What if he was angry with you for being so upset earlier? You didn’t have anything left in you to fight again tonight.

Without hesitating Timo opened his arms for you. You wasted no time in striding over and crawling into the bed. You dropped your pillow in its usual spot and then promptly ignored it as you laid your head on Timo’s muscular chest. His arms closed around you and the warmth that enveloped you was enough to make you set out a sigh of relief.

Your eyes started to flutter shut as Timo rubbed soothing circles on your warm. You thought you were going to fall asleep without either of you saying anything but Timo whispered in the darkness, “it was during the preseason. When we went on a walk through the park and you ate the entire pretzel we were meant to share.”

You stiffened, jolted into a more awake state by his words.

“What?”

“The last time we spent time together,” he said, quiet and slowly as if he was afraid you’d turn away from him. “Just the two of us.”

“Timo-,” you said, just as quietly. You thought he had forgotten. That once the season started up again the only thing that he thought about was the game he played and those he played with and for.

“You have every right to be angry. Tonight was supposed to be about the two of us and I’m sorry that I didn’t see that you were upset earlier.”

You took in what he was saying in silence. You could hear and feel how sorry he was in the way he spoke and how he held you. The two of you definitely needed to talk more about this but that could wait until the sun was shining and you were both clear minded and awake. Tonight you only needed one thing.

“You’re all mine?”

You asked him, hating how fragile and hopeful you sounded.

He turned his head to the side so his lips brushed against your forehead as he spoke softly, saying the words as though they were a promise, “all yours.”

[starlarz]

coyotes @ leafs - feb 29 '24

[cowboybarzy]

what about a little utah hiking blurb with barzy for the summer series? I just know that man would hike shirtless in slutty 5in inseam shorts and would be the real view to look at the whole time👀

come along the world trip

Can I make this smutty? Please? Please? Oh well I did. I'm sorry I turned into a slut thinking about this.

word count: 1.6k warning: smut!!! 18+

📍utah, usa with mat barzal

Abs. So many abs. This man in front of you had abs for days and you weren't even ashamed to stare. You knew he enjoyed it. From where you were sitting on your big rock taking a break from your hike you could perfectly see the beautiful mountain range and your boyfriend Mat drinking some water. The sunlight hit his chiseled abs and when he squirted some water over himself, he wasn't the only one getting wet.

"You can do more than just look, you know." Mat walked closer to where you were sitting when he saw you staring. His body above you blocked the sun which made it easy to look up at him. His smirk was wide and he wiggled his eyebrows knowingly.

You were in the middle of a hike in Utah, where you were spending a few of days with your friend group. You had rented a big house in the middle of nowhere and just spent your days hanging out by the pool, going hiking or doing some other outdoor activities. Todays hike was long and unfortunately for you you were hiking with mostly professional athletes who were making this look way easier than it was. Didn't help that Mat took his shirt off pretty much right when you started walking and that his tiny shorts kept riding up exposing his thick thighs. Multiple times Mat told you he would be more comfortable if you walked in front of him, but the view of looking up at his ass definitely was worth saying no to him.

"You wish." You patted him on the shoulder as you stood up and followed your group who was done with the water break.

"Wait!" Mat caught up to. "Can't walk faster than me. How else are you supposed to check out my ass?"

He laughed as he made a show of walking faster and sticking his butt out a bit.

"Stop!" But you couldn't help but look and let your mind wander to what you would be doing later on at night in bed. "Mat!"

"Oh, come on, admit it." He turned around and grabbed your outstretched hand to pull you into him. "Admit that you're horny as fuck on this hike," he whispered harshly in your ear as you stumbled backwards.

"Seems to me you're the one that's horny as fuck." He shrugged as he tightened his arms around you and you could feel his erection rub against your lower abdomen. "Huh."

He looked around his shoulder making sure your friends were far enough away and thankfully they just turned a corner. He quickly slammed his lips on yours and pushed his tongue into your mouth for a desperately needed kiss. Who was more desperate in this moment was unclear but you kissed each other with fiery passion. His hands wandered to your ass pulling at you while your hands desperately pulled at his sweaty hair. "Mat! Not here."

"No one is here," he mumbled in between kisses. He moved you further back until your back hit a boulder. "You know you want me to fuck you right here against this rock."

Your core clenched at his words, wanting exactly what he just proposed. Your head was spinning and your entire body tingled with excitement. You never thought you'd be into public sex, you barely liked kissing him for more than a few seconds in public, but right now the idea already had you chasing a release. "Oh god," you moaned as you dug your nails into his scalp. Mat chuckled against your neck, then sucked on it.

"Tell me." He wrapped a hand around your thigh and lifted your leg to wrap around his hip to get a better angle to grind into your core. "Tell me how much you want it, baby."

"Oh, Maty." Your head fell back. "I- I wa-"

"Barzy?! (Y/n)?!" Your friends voice interrupted your moment and you froze.

"Uh- We're okay!," Mat yelled back. "(Y/n) twisted his ankle, we're just taking a break. We'll catch up."

"Good. We were already making bets on whether or not you were fucking based on the way you were eye fucking each other earlier." You both bit your lip to keep from laughing and thankfully the boulder was hiding you from the compromising position you were in.

"Nope, no fucking here."

"You need any help, (y/n)?"

"All good, thanks. Already feels better," you yelled back and pinched Mat in the bicep, trying not to laugh.

"Alright, see you later."

The moment was now ruined, so you took a few moments to collect yourself and then tried to catch up with your friends.

***

"Oh my god!," you screamed as Mat seemed to pick up his pace driving into you. You held on to his shoulders as you threw your head back against the shower wall when your body started to tingle with an orgasm fast approaching.

After you had gotten back from your hike, Mat immediately pulled you into your bedroom and in for a shower where he made up for the moment that was ruined earlier. While the shower wall wasn't exactly a boulder, him fucking you against it had the same effect. The second you were wet enough (both meanings) he hoisted you up against the wall and sat you on his thick thighs and entered you with such force, you thought you were being ripped apart. And that feeling didn't stop as he was gripping your ass and thrusting his thick cock into your tight pussy.

"Fuck, don't stop." Your lips found his neck and wandered up to his earlobe, which you bit into when he hit your g-spot. "Oh, god, I'm gonna cum. Maty!"

"Do it," he grunted. "Cum for me, baby."

Your toes curled and your entire body started shaking as your orgasm washed over you. He set you back down on your feet once you stoped shaking, but he never once stopped touching you. His hands wandered up and down your body, his lips kissing you with such desperation like he was starving. Your hand snuck between you and grabbed his cock, pumping it a few times earning moans and grunts from him that made you wet all over again. Thankfully, he didn't make you wait long. With a swift maneuver, he had you turned around and your hands against the wall.

The water from the rain shower head trickled down on you, a refreshing treat from the extremely hot weather just outside.

"Mathew," you whined, when he didn't immediately touch you, but that was soon remedied when his hand slapped across your ass. You gasped, feeling and reveling in the burn it left. "Again."

He complied, rubbing the area afterward and sliding his fingers through your wet folds. "You like that?" He spanked you two more times before he grabbed and turned on the detachable shower head and handed it to you. He guided it to your waiting and throbbing pussy and with your help angled and held it just above your clit. Your head dropped in pleasure and your muscles already started shaking.

"Oh, fuck yes," you moaned when he gripped your hips and slid his cock in between your folds.

"So fucking horny for me," he groaned, continuously teasing your entrance. "You were really going to let me fuck you against that boulder, huh? My girl."

"Yes. Yours." With one quick thrust he entered you, making you almost lose your balance. Your entire body tingled and waves of euphoria crashed over you with every thrust of his thick cock massaging your core. The water stream against your clit had you shaking and screaming Mat's name so fast you could barely feel the orgasm coming.

"Uh, uh, keep it there," Mat demanded as the shower head started to slip out of your hand and off your clit. The sensation was too much to handle.

"I can't," you answered breathlessly when your orgasm subsided. "Too much."

His hand snuck around your body and grabbed you lightly by your throat pulling you back to meet his chest. "You can handle it, right? You love my cock in this tight pussy of yours, eh?"

All you good do was nod as he whispered into your ear and continued to pump into you. "Good girl. And you're gonna take my cum so well, eh?"

"Yes! I want it." His other hand came to your sore clit that was hurting as he rubbed it quickly to coax a third orgasm out of you. "Oh, god, Maty, I can't-"

Your pussy tightened around him as his swelling cock getting ready for his release. Your hand found the back of his head, pulling at his wet hair. "Fuck, baby. I can't get enough of you."

His hips sped up, sliding impossibly deeper into you as you arched your back for him to do so. And that was what it took for your body to start convulsing in his arms again. Mat's grip around your hip tightened and with a few more hard thrusts he emptied himself inside you with loud grunts. He thrust in, stayed, and then pumped you full of his cum until you felt it began to leak out, getting washed away by the water. He kept releasing while that rush took a hold of your body, miking his cock until you both fell back against the shower wall spent and tired. After catching your breath, Mat pulled you in for a long and tender kiss. "I love you so fucking much."