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The Long Run | Roope Hintz & Miro Heiskanen

summary: when your brother leaves you unattended you end up at home with his teammates.

kinkmas: day one (threesome)

warnings: sexual themes, p in v (unprotected!), oral (m receiving!), spanking, swearing, degradation (mild!), swearing.

word count: 3.55k

authors note: we are kicking off kinkmas big and bold with a threesome. I’m gonna thank @itsnotgray for putting up with this and I hope it lived up to your expectations too! if you want to see the rest of the kinkmas masterlist you can find it all here!

The team Christmas party was always one to remember.

As Tyler’s younger sister you managed to score yourself an invite as you were in Dallas and Kate refused to let you spend the evening alone. The majority of the boys knew you well, you had been there for your brother through everything and when he got traded it was weirdly comforting even if you lived on the opposite side of the state.

For the most part the boys were good to you, little Seguin as they preferred to call you. Some cared enough to take an interest in your life too whilst others just sent you a nod, happy to see that you showed up. Then there were the last two of his teammates Miro Heiskanen and Roope Hintz, aka the unreadables. You weren’t sure how they felt about your presence as they’d just stare at you before they’d say a few phrases in Finnish before they’d leave you there just as confused as before they arrived.

Tonight was no different as the duo stood in the corner swirling their drinks as their eyes didn’t leave you. Maybe it was the fact that you had lost track of how much champagne you had drank two hours ago but you chugged the rest of your drink before you slammed it onto the countertop.

The boys smirked as they watched your red dress cling to your body as your tanned legs walked over to them “hey princess.” Miro smirked at the way your crossed your arms and stared up at them “you wanna tell me why you keep on staring at me?” You cocked your head making their smirks double in size as you were now falling into their game.

Roope smiled “you look real pretty tonight kid.” The compliment made your cheeks turn red as your strong facade quickly turned soft “I do?” You mumbled dropping your hands to your sides “don’t you think so Miro?” He elbowed the younger boy who had been staring.

It was your turn to smirk as you noticed his eyes hanging over the line of your breasts “really do.” Miro nodded as his eyes locked with yours “y/n c’mere!” Tyler called out making you roll your eyes.

Your brother stood in the middle of the room as he ushered you over telling Joel all about what you had gotten up to this year “that’s my cue boys.” You sent them a salute before you made your way over to your brother finding comfort under his arm.

That’s were you spent the majority of the rest of the night capturing the occasional glance from both Finnish boys. It made you laugh as you would do nothing more than send a smirk back in their direction “if you’ll excuse me.” Your voice was soft as you headed towards the bathroom “you enjoying his company?” Wyatt had started talking to you a little over ten minutes ago and as his crush on you was clear you let him made the advances that he seemed to want so badly.

You smirked as you looked at Roope who was leaning against the wall “you getting jealous?” You asked as you walked over to him nearly shutting the gap between you both “why should I be when you’re stood looking at me?” Roope stood up straight making the difference in height between you both larger.

It made your once amused expression turn to a scoff “I’m only here to go to the bathroom.” You mumbled tucking your hair behind your face “it’s over there princess.” Roope pointed to the door behind you as he smiled “I knew that.” You mumbled rolling your eyes as you turned around to head to the bathroom.

Staring at yourself in the mirror you brought your hands through your hair as you thought about how Roope looked at you “fuck me.” You grumbled seeing the panty line that had formed in your dress.

For you it didn’t take long to decide to strip out of your white thong as you bunched it in your hand letting a smirk form on your face as you opened the door up to see Roope in the same spot that he had been before you left “didn’t take you long.” Roope smiled as he crossed his arms watching you come back over to him “I was gonna ask you to hold something for me.” Maybe it was the alcohol in your system but as Roope held his hand out to you dropped your panties into it.

His eyes went wide as he realised what they were “you’re playing a dangerous game princess.” Roope warned seeing clenching his hand “just wanted someone to hold them f’me to surprise Wy.” You lied through your teeth smiling as you wanted a reaction from him. This was truly you making the best out of your unfortunate dress choice “you’re gonna send me to an early grave Seguin.” He groaned making you laugh “maybe that’s all I wanted to do.” You smirked leaning forward to press a kiss against his cheek as your hands ran up his shirt “herra pelasta minut.” Roope mumbled to himself as he watched you walk off back into the party leaving your panties in his hand before he shoved them into his pants pocket.

You managed to avoid him as you stuck with Miro now flirting with the boy “do you really have to go?” People begin leaving the party and it was now the Finnish boys turns “don’t you want to go to Wyatt?” Miro teased as you Roope stood behind you both “you two are never gonna let me hear the end of that are you?” You laughed as you shook your head standing in the corner with the two Finnish boys as they grabbed their coats.

Roope shook his head “was gonna ask if you were sure you wanted to stay with him?” Wyatt stood smiling as he saw you with the boys “I think we could have a great night.” You nodded with a smirk hinting to him about the conversation you had earlier in the night “I could give you a reason to never wear those panties ever again.” Roope’s voice was rough as his breath fanned against the shell of your ear.

Miro watched the conversation unfold as your eyes sparkled “both of you?” It was something that never came across your mind “you want both of us pretty girl?” Miro spoke up again making you nod “then let’s get you out of here before Tyler notices that you’re gone.” Roope took his jacket off as he slid it over your shoulders even as the Dallas winter weather wasn’t that cold.

They were quick to usher you into their Uber leaving you in the middle of the two boys as you all piled into the back of the car “you’re so fucking beautiful.” Miro ran his hand over your knee as you turned to him with a smile “how pretty?” Your tongue ran over your lower lip causing his other hand to cup your cheek.

As his lips went to yours Roope couldn’t help but feel himself grow jealous. The older Fin brushed your hair behind your neck so he could kiss below your ear “be a good girl.” He mumbled softly nibbling at your lobe.

It made you moan against Miro as both boys found their hands on your body. The Uber driver couldn’t help but look to the rear view mirror as it almost seemed the start of a porno. The way your fingers were brought to your lips as you could still feel Miro’s on yours was enough to make both boys feel this sense of bliss.

Roope was grateful that he had put his house into the drop off location as Miros house was another fifteen minutes away “we are close.” You clenched at the drivers words as both hockey players began nipping at your neck “t-thanks sir.” You stammered as your hands went to Roope’s hair tugging at the ends.

The boys got you out of the car quicker than you had gotten into it as Roope pulled out a hundred dollar note from his pocket leaving it as a tip for the driver. You three made it to the door in time for Miro to push you against the wall “is this what you wanted all along princess?” He asked as his thumb drew circles against the end of dress brushing against your thigh “yes M.” You whimpered as you watched Roope fish through his pocket’s quick to grab his keys as he unlocked the door “c’mon you two.”

You gasped as you walked into Roope’s house smiling as he turned on the lights. It was a bold move from you as you reached back to undo the zipper of your dress “Hani don’t you dare.” Roope warned making you smirk as you moved to grab at the straps of your dress.

As the straps came down so did your dress and both boys swore that they forgot how to breathe in that moment “come and get me boys.” Your voice was soft as you spun around and stepped out of your dress and began walking up the stairs.

Your bare ass made them melt as they watched you reach to unclip your bra before it joined the trail of clothes that were on the stairs finally prompting the boys to follow you as Roope took the first step closer to you “you’re playing a fine line Seguin.” He warned watching you smirk as you got to the top of the steps “come make me pay then.” Both boys were going to truly make you regret that statement.

The first memory you had of Roope’s bedroom was how your knees were pressed against his mattress “what are we gonna do with her?” Miro asked as you propped yourself up on your elbows “come get a taste M.” You smirked spreading your legs giving him a view of your soaked cunt.

Roope shook his head stopping in the boy from following your requests “you think you could get away with how you’ve acted all night?” The older of the two boys laughed “turn around and get on your knees.” He ordered making you comply as you stared at the mirrors that lined the other wall of his room.

Miro walked to the other side of the bed as he smirked at you “think it’s about time we finally shut these pretty lips up.” Miro suggested as he brushed his fingers along your jaw “baby you want his cock?” Roope was far more unfiltered as he grabbed at your hips “fuck me like you would one of those puck bunnies.” You watched how Miros groaned hearing those vulgar words leave your lips.

When you spoke to him like that Miro couldn’t deny you of that request as he undid the zip of his pants letting the bulge show causing your mouth to salivate “you want this?” Miro asked with a smirk as he watched his teammate raise his hand to slap your ass “fuck!” Your moan was cut off as Miro slid his cock into your mouth.

His head dropped forward as his hands gripped at your hair “how many do we think she deserves?” Roope soothed the area of skin as he let out a dry laugh “two for each hour she fucking decided to tease us for.” Miro stared down as you batted your eyelashes looking back up at him “what do we think that Tyler would feel seeing his sister like this?” Roope asked as he slapped your ass again gripping at the piece of skin.

You moaned as your hands found themselves on Miros thighs as you swirled your tongue around his cock “watching your mascara run down those pretty cheeks?” Miro grunted forcing your head to take more of his cock as you breathed through your nostrils as Roope slapped your ass for the fifth time.

The area was tender as Roope finally moved his attention to where you wanted it as his fingers ran over your slit “she liked this.” Miro felt himself begin to start fucking your face as your throat constricted around his cock. It made Roope laugh “yeah cause she’s our dirty little puck bunny ain’t she?” Thinking about the words you once used made your cunt clench as Roope thrusted his fingers into your core “such a wet girl.” He cooed making you whine.

Those sensations made Miro grunt “fuck baby I’m gonna come.” He moaned as he grew close “gonna swallow all of it?” Miro’s question made you moan as Roope teased your clit.

Your head bobbed his cock as your lips were tight around it “d-don’t stop.” You might as well been a starved woman as you hollowed your cheeks out milking his cock as Miro came “shit baby right there!” Miro’s grip on your hair loosened as his warm release coated the inside of your mouth.

As he pulled out a string of his come landed on your lower lip which Miro didn’t hesitate to wipe off with his thumb before he placed his calloused finger on your clit “swallow that and be a good girl for me.” His voice was soft as he began to move his finger in a circular motion. You let your tongue fall out of your mouth showing that you had listened to the younger boys request “look at you finally being a good girl for us.” Roope muttered as he pulled his fingers from your cunt making you whine “shut up and take what I give you.” He warned tilting your head up so he could give you your first kiss from him of the night.

Roope already felt his cock throb against his pants but tasting another man on your tongue made it grow more uncomfortable as it soon felt like he’d be losing a button on that pair “who do you want first?” In the midst of your horniness and desperateness to reach your first orgasm of the night maybe you didn’t notice that it was actually a trick question “you Roope.” You whimpered as Miro leaned down to kiss you.

You note how much softer he was than his older teammate as he pinched your chin “have her ride you.” Roope ordered making you pull away from Miro as you frowned “you want me then you better earn it princess.” The weight of the mattress dipped as Miro crouched onto it.

His hands brushed through your hair as your fingers went to his shirt so you could undo the buttons “eager little girl.” Roope smirked as he undid his shirt too.

The moment of how you landed up straddling Miro’s torso as Roope gripped his cock running his hand along the underside of it “wanna be a good girl?” Roope cooed as you nodded “get on him then.” Watching you grab Miro’s cock teasing your clit made all three of you moan “fuck!” You cried sinking down on his dick as his fingers helped guide your hips down.

Roope didn’t wait long to tap the head of his cock on your lips “open up.” His words were surprisingly soft as Miro let you adjust to his size “so big.” Your moan was muffled as Roope’s cut you off “this mouth is fucking dangerous.” He grunted tugging your hair at your scalp.

Miro began thrusting into your cunt as he lifted your hips up and down “you like us fucking you like this don’t you?” Roope laughed seeing your mascara smudge as your eyes watered “think she’s never been fucked like this before.” Miro’s cock throbbed from inside of you as your cunt clenched around him “such a tight little pussy.” His words made you moan around Roope’s cock as he reached out to lightly hit your clit.

Your hands gripped at Miro’s thighs as you began grinding in an attempt to create more friction “is that what you wanted?” Roope’s fingers tightened in your hair causing your eyes to lock onto his “for us to ruin you for every other boy in your life?” The older boy had to laugh at how you nodded “can’t hear you princess.” Roope was pushing you as he forced you to take more of his cock making your throat feel raw.

Tears clouded your eyes as you nodded “yes fuck!” The words came muffled as you choked on his cock “it’s too easy with you.” Miro and Roope seemed to bounce off of each other “this cunt is heaven.” Miro reminded you that he was behind you as your eyes fluttered.

The boys both grew closer to their highs as one watched your cunt swallow his cock and the other got to feel your tongue swirl around his “you see how good you make us feel?” Roope threw you off as his hand was soft against your cheek in clear contrast to the other that was still in your hair “letting us use you like this.” Your cunt clenched as you moaned feeling your skin feel like it was on fire “is this how you wanted us to be all along?” It was clear that there was a sense of teasing in his words but you still whined as your legs began to shake.

Miro grunted from behind you “think she’s close.” His fingers stayed on your clit pressing against the sensitive nub “you want to come?” You nodded making the boy slide his cock out of your mouth “fucking beg me for it then.” Roope watched as your hand replaced where your mouth once was.

You moaned as your lips fell open “fuck!” You gasped feeling Miro’s hand grab at your ass “that’s not good enough.” Roope grabbed at your jaw “please let me come.” You whined letting your lips form a pout “I’ll be yours I promise.” You begged locking your eyes with him.

Roope nodded sliding his cock back into your mouth “let her come.” All three of you felt yourselves growing closer to your eyes as the walls soaked up the sounds of your moans and the sounds of skin slapping “god milk my cock with your pretty little cunt.” Miro grunted as his eyes screwed shut.

Pleasure fell over the both of you as you came “keep using your pretty little mouth.” Roope cooed watching your face contort as your cunt clenched around his cock bringing his orgasm on “fucking hell!” Miro groaned as he dug his nails into your hips.

Your walls of your core were coated with his release “get her off and hold her legs up.” Roope ordered as both you and Miro slowed down trying to recover from your orgasms “gonna let me come on your cunt too?” Roope asked making you nod repeatedly.

Miro sat up as he had you lean against his back as his cock pressed against your back as he made your legs sit on either side of his “you want to be a good girl for us?” Miro’s voice was coarse as you watched Roope slip his cock out again before he wrapped his hand around it now getting himself to that high.

You moaned pressing your fingers against your clit as you mixed your and Miro’s releases over the area “always.” You cried as Miro pinched your nipples between his fingers “such a pretty girl.” Miro cooed kissing his lips against your shoulder.

Roope groaned “fuck I’m gonna make a mess.” His words made you chew at the inside of your cheek “shit Roo!” You moaned watching his cock spurt his warm release over your slit as you used your hands to spread the sides of your cunt open.

It made feel like you were on cloud nine as his cock pressed against your clit “want me to fuck this into you?” Roope laughed as you caught your lip between your teeth nodding “you’re right about this cunt.” Roope was bigger than Miro as he bottomed you out making you jump “fuck!” You swore as you were still sensitive.

Roope’s lips caught yours as he continued to slowly thrust his cock into your cunt “making sure this all stays in there pretty girl.” His words were husky as the boys kept you in there all night.

Weeks had gone by without seeing either boy in the same way again besides for the few smiles that were shared after games. Truthfully you thought that it was only going to be one night of fun. But as you stood there waiting for your timer to go off you couldn’t help but wonder seeing PREGNANT appear on the test, who the hell is the father?

[cellythefloshie]

;; History Lessons   Chapter Seventeen of the Road Wife Series

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Summary: On the road again, you are haunted by the memory of catching Pat Maroon and the first wife together at Amalie. But you find an escape - and answers - when your first appointment with Alex Killorn claims your afternoon. Kinks & Triggers: there is no smut in this chapter. Word Count: 3k

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The road trip kicked off yet again in Dallas, which felt more like a second home than a pit stop for the season which how many times the boys had played them. But that was merely a side effect of playing a condensed season in one set division. You bounced from Tampa to Sunrise, Dallas, Raleigh, Detroit, Nashville and Chicago. That was the breadth of your reality. Any other team, any other city, would only concern you when the playoffs began. Until then, only two things hung heavily over your mind. Your duties as the road wife, and the road wife that had come before you.

You had tried to keep yourself distracted with books and music and conversation. But there was no ignoring the stare of Pat on the flight that had taken you from Tampa to Dallas. And there was no ridding your mind of the memory.

It was all still so clear in your mind. Pat, sitting there on the examination table. His shirt was open, merely hanging off his shoulder. You could see everything. The tone of his chest, and the hair that grew on it. The treasure trail on his belly that leads your gaze down to the top of his belt buckle. You remembered how his hair was still wet and slicked back from his shower, and you had caught the look in his dark eyes when he realized he was doing something he knew he shouldn’t be doing.

Ella was a stark contrast to him, her soft dark hair hanging down her back and the look on her face satisfied as if she had wanted to be caught. To be seen. And you saw it all. The way her hands rested on the breadth of his thighs to just how close she was standing to him. Between his legs. So close that she could have-

You didn’t let your mind spiral as it often did when it crept into the back of your mind. The vision of them became etched there, but you refused to let yourself fill in the blanks. You refused to let yourself wonder just was happening there before you caught them.

Work kept you busy when the team had played Dallas the night before. They won with a score of 2-1, with goals from Roope Hintz and Stamkos on the power play, but it was Gourde who had scored the game-winner. But it was Vasy’s effort in the net that really won the game for the team, and they rewarded him a night with you because of it.

He had kept you busy for an hour and tired you out enough to sleep through the night, but they had another game to play in Dallas tomorrow. And while practice consumed the morning, it left the rest of the day for your mind to wander. It left you restless in your hotel room, moving from the bed to the sofa and to the bed again as you tried to read or listen to music. But nothing could bring you resolve. Not until the familiar chime of your phone met your ears. An appointment! You had an appointment!

Sprawling out over the mattress, you reached for the phone that rested face down on the nightstand. The screen was bright with life as you cradled it in your palm, your shoulders doing a shimmy of a dance as you brought it up to review the calendar notifications with a smirk. You hoped that whoever it was, was someone who could fuck the thoughts right out of your head. But when you read the name in the title of the appointment, your stomach coiled into a knot. Killorn.

You had never had an appointment with Alex before, and for a time you thought his name wouldn’t show up on your screen. That he or his girlfriend didn’t want to be involved in such an agreement. Yet, after almost 3 months in service to the team, it was time for his first appointment.

That fact both worried and excited you.

Alex was one of the 4 players that made up the leadership team. Alongside Stamkos, Hedman and McDonagh, he had access to all of your calendars. He knew what you did, and with whom. Even back in Tampa during a homestead, he knew about every appointment you kept to assure that you were ready for the next road trip. Because it was his job to know. Yet, with all the knowledge, he had always treated you kindly. Like a friend, more than a colleague.

The two of you would often watch movies on your flights together when you didn’t have an appointment to consume your time. And while you didn’t have a habit of going to anyone with any problems you had, you knew Alex was someone you could trust no matter what. That fact alone should have had you skipping down the hotel hallway to fuck him. But when you stepped out into the hallway, you moved with the same calm discretion you used for all of your appointments.

You kept your head down, though the hallway was clear, and you kept your eyes trained on the ground as you came to the door and gave it a delicate knock. He would be expecting you. There would be no need to be loud and draw attention from the surrounding rooms. It only took a moment for the door to open and for Alex to greet you, but it was with something besides hello: “Where’s the sexy nurse costume?”

A lump formed in your throat as you looked up at him. He leaned up against the door frame, his shirt discarded somewhere back in his room, but it wasn’t enough to distract you from the seriousness of his stare.

You swallowed hard before you spoke. “Sexy nurse costume?”

Your words were broken, your expression falling into concern as your hand slipped into your back pocket where you had put your phone. His appointment hadn’t mentioned a costume-

Before you could check the appointment in your calendar for any clarification, Alex’s facade had broken and fell into laughter. “I’m just fucking with you.”

You wanted to laugh, but the panic he had given you at that moment only left your eyes to roll.

“Very funny, Alex,” you said, your sarcasm dripping off your words as you leaned in, tipped your chin up and childishly wrinkled your nose at him.

It was there when you leaned in so close to him; he let his hand wind around your waist. His hand found the small of your back, pressing carefully yet firmly against it to draw you inside. Your feet shuffled against the floor for the few feet he guided you, but once you were through the threshold, his hand was slipping from you. Free from his hold, you stopped in place just long enough to kick off your shoes before you were off like a shot and jumping onto his bed. You had never been in Alex’s room on the road, but you got comfortable with ease.

You settled among the pillows and snuggled into their comfort as if the two of you were settling in for a movie, not sex. And Alex did the same, settling down beside you. He leaned back against the headboard, his athletically toned body stretched out lazily before he took hold of you by the ankle and carefully tugged you to drape your legs over his lap.

It was the first authentic touch he had given you. One that boarded, being friendly and being curious. It left you lying a little awkwardly across the bed, but you didn’t mind. It was nice just being there to escape the torment of your own mind and there was a certain peace in Alex not being in a rush. Most of the other players would have you out of your pants before you even made it to bed, but Alex seemed to want to take his time with you.

His hand dragged up and down the length of your leg slowly as you both lay there. Running from ankle to knee, the only thing between you was the thin fabric of your pants. You warmed beneath the gentle friction, your mind focused on the rhythm of his touch as the two of you fell to small talk. You spoke of the game the night before, the road ahead, and the playoffs to come all the while his hand crept up a little higher. Up and over your knee before dropping back down, slipping down the side of your leg before travelling back up again. Until his hand came to hook behind your knee and he hoisted you up to sit in his lap with an effort that could only leave you gasping.

You often forgot just how easy it would be for any of the players to really manhandle you, and in that moment, Alex had been the closest to doing it. He seated you in his lap, your knees resting on each side of him and your hands finding - and feeling - the breadths of his chest to steady yourself as you wavered for a moment. Every breath you took almost brought you to a nervous tremble as you watched him, both of you so careful, so cautious, but it could only last so long. You had a job to do.

His hand had settled on your hips, his grip on you not hard but not slipping from you either. Firm, but easy enough for you to draw a single hand from you. You held it in both of yours, drawing it up to your lips to place a careful, lingering kiss against the pad of his fingers before guiding it to your cheek. His hand splayed out against him. You could feel everything from the warmth of his palm to how his fingers stretched out into your hairline as he cradled your cheek. It is with that careful touch that Alex guided you in and welcomed your kiss.

Your lips moved against his slowly, your nose wrinkling at the feeling of his coarse beard rubbing up against the skin of your jaw. But you persisted, leaning into the cautious kiss as his grip on your hip grip a little tighter. Then your lips parted, your tongue coaxing in the embrace of his tongue, but when it slid past your lips, you had to do your best not to cower. You could feel its slick - almost slimy feeling embrace as it stroked your tongue, getting the very taste of him - which was a pleasant minty flavour. Yet, it felt wrong.

It took all your willpower to keep your composure, to keep yourself from gagging as your hands found both of his cheeks and you eased out of the kiss you shared. Your eyes shifted over his features quickly, trying to gauge how he was feeling, but Killorn was always one of the hardest people for you to read.

Sighing, you let your eyes shut, and let your question creep up the back of your throat. “Was that as weird for you as it was for me?” you asked, your words a nervous admission.

But Alex put you at ease with a low laugh. “Yeah.”

“Thank fuck,” you sigh out, the relief consuming you both with laughter as you slid out of his lap and sprawled out on the bed at his side. It rumbled through you both light thunder that rolled and then there was nothing but silence and the heavy breathing as you both tried to calm after the fit of laughter.

Then, just when the silence was under threat of becoming awkward, you leaned your head to the side and looked up at Alex. “So, what do we do now?”

The easy answer would have been for the two of you to go your separate ways. For you to return to your room, and for him to get back to whatever he was doing before you arrived. But he had you booked for the entire hour, but leaving early would be easy enough to explain - especially when there was no shame in being honest. Yet, he reached for the remote and tossed the room service menu at you.

Sitting up, you crossed your legs and placed the menu in your lap. You looked over it with a smile, your finger tracing each item as you pondered it before going to the next. You could hear Alex putting on the TV in the background. The noise was welcome, but it couldn’t keep your mind at bay. The curiosities of your mind were consuming you once more. Worst of all, you knew Alex could provide answers. Which is why there was no stopping your words are they left your lips in a careless question.

“What really happened with the last wife?”

You kept your eyes fixated on the menu, only looking up when he answered with silence. His eyes were wide, his head half-cocked to the side. He wasn’t expecting that.

“I know she slept with Tyler Seguin. He all but told me that,” you explained, your words clear and direct as you looked at him, your eyes pleading, “but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

More silence.

You fucking hated the silence. You wanted answered, even if it was something you both knew you shouldn’t be talking about. But you needed answers, so you were going to keep talking until he gave you something. Anything.

“She works for the Florida Panthers now, did you know that?” he met your eyes at the question, his soft look a silent answer. He knew. “She was at Amalie when we played them at home last…” you hesitated, swallowing hard before you spoke again, “I caught her with Pat-”

Alex cut you off with a long, exasperated sigh as his hand came up to card through his dark hair. This was it. The trigger point.

“Who else knows about this?” he asked. His words were low, and so soft that it almost made you nervous.

“Just you,” you said.

“Keep it that way.”

You stiffened. The tone of his words left your body feeling like glass. Fragile. But nowhere near the fragility of Pat’s situation. With so few words, and Alex’s mere tone, he told you that Pat would get in a lot of trouble if anyone else found out. Especially with it being so close to the postseason. The team needed him, so you would keep your mouth shut. But not with him. Not when his answers were making you all the more curious.

“You have to tell me what happened now,” you pried, pushing up onto your knees and giving him a reassuring smile.

He could trust you - or rather, you needed him to trust you.

And Alex did.

“Seguin wasn’t the only problem we had with Ella,” Alex started and it sent your stomach aflutter with nerves. “She and Pat were very close. Her betrayal cut him deeper than any of the rest of us…” he trailed off, his dark eyes shifting away from your face as she ran his hand along the angles of his jawline. Alex was trying to determine just how much he could get away with telling you without getting himself into trouble. Maybe he had already said too much, but he didn’t leave you on the edge of wanting more. “Because he was going to leave his fiance for her.”

“You’re joking!” You blurted out, your hands coming up to cover your mouth and the disbelief that consumed you.

Alex shook his head slowly, solemnly, and even then, you can’t believe it. You don’t want to.

You didn’t know how long exactly Ella had been with the team, but what you knew was that Pat had been engaged for some time before he had gotten married in the offseason. It had been a small ceremony not long before the season had started, shared in a mere handful of photographs on social media. And that he had known his now-wife long before they had entertained the idea of a relationship.

They had always seemed happy, in love. And he was going to throw it all away because of her. That was until he found out she had slept with Seguin.

The thought alone left a sour taste in your mouth, your body on the verge of retching. You hated that you caught them together, even if you didn’t know exactly what they were doing. Knowing what Alex shared with you only left your mind to spiral further now. And it left your heart broken for his wife. For his son. And his daughter too.

You wanted to tell yourself that they were just talking, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. Your gut was telling you something more had happened and your instinct wasn’t often wrong.

Alex must have seen the turmoil on your face, because he was reaching out to place a hand on your knee before you could stop it, then came his words. “She was trouble, but being the first wife, we didn’t have a lot of the conditions in place that we do now. Things weren’t as strict, gave us all a little too much freedom with what we could do with our wife.”

You tensed. He continued. “And if you asked me, we could use a few more rules to keep us all in line.”

Your brows knitted, confused, curious, “what do you mean?”

His smile grew, maybe a little too wide. He had been waiting for this moment, maybe even longer than you had been looking for your own answers. “I’ll just get to the point because I’m curious. What’s going on with you, Ross and Tony?”

“Are you asking me as the alternate captain or as my friend?” You asked him, your own words slow, cautious. It was you who was unsure of what you could say without getting yourself into trouble now.

“Your friend.”

“In that case,” you let yourself smile as you let yourself lay over his lap as you reached for the hotel phone, “we’re going to need a drink. I don’t talk about boys without a drink-”

[wyattjohnston]

all fic | universe | gifs | exchanges

(alphabetical order by team, then by player)

updated: 4 Aug '24

* = contains smut

boston bruins

charlie mcavoy

kiss it better now

carolina hurricanes

andrei svechnikov

kinda hope they catch us

tyson jost

it’s me & you

out of ten

this is getting good now (series of one shots)

chicago

taylor hall

better at leaving* & i just keep coming back to you*

colorado avalanche

gabriel landeskog

‘til you give me all your love

nathan mackinnon

the second time

you always did feel just like home

dallas stars

jake oettinger

the saddest thing i know

roope hintz

no sound worse than silence

tyler seguin

ain’t no sunshine (#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, playlist)

edmonton oilers

jeff skinner

your eyes look like coming home

leon draisaitl

lock in your love

florida panthers

matthew tkachuk

don't want to miss you like this

you gotta kiss somebody (sometimes)

montreal canadiens

josh anderson

what am i to you?

nashville predators

nick blankenburg

need a little company

new jersey devils

dougie hamilton

i’ll bet you didn’t even know

jack hughes

make it weird

we all have our secrets

we don't have no time to waste (series of one shots)

nico hischier

late nights in the middle of june (series of one shots)

not perfect (but we were)

turbulent

new york islanders

mat barzal

all eyes, they're on you (series of one shots)

uh oh

new york rangers

chris kreider

toward a feminine sea

philadelphia flyers

erik johnson

only all the time (series of one shots)

joel farabee

fell in love with you in stages

travis konecny

take me as i am (series of one shots)

pittsburgh penguins

anthony beauvillier

into moonlight (series of one shots)

kevin hayes

got a hold on me* (series of one shots)

how those rumours fly

ryan graves

never saw you coming

to hold your hand (would be the bravest thing)

seattle kraken

andre burakovsky

dreamer (just like you)

we look good together*

jamie oleksiak

my picket fence

your eyes look like coming home

st louis blues

colton parayko

open your heart to me

kasperi kapanen

let's get these wheels in motion*

toronto maple leafs

mitch marner

give the stars something to watch

morgan rielly

sache que je serai la tienne (series of one shots)

william nylander

let's get these wheels in motion*

vancouver canucks

brock boeser

and i had silly dreams

take you one day at a time (series of one shots)

elias pettersson

been a long time coming

jake debrusk

stay forever

quinn hughes

closer than i ever even knew

let's finish what we started

until the light shines through

vegas golden knights

noah hanifin

the one who needs saving

washington capitals

nicklas backstrom

give up the game

pierre luc dubois

never said a thing

tom wilson

in the shadows & still want more

winnipeg jets

adam lowry

breaking all the rules

[ao3feed-hockey]

The Biggest Reward

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by avengedearth

After messing around with him during morning skate and a losing game, Esa gives Miro a reward for putting up with his and the rest of the team's crap.

Words: 4317, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Miro Heiskanen, Esa Lindell, Roope Hintz

Relationships: Miro Heiskanen/Esa Lindell

Additional Tags: Dallas Stars, Dumb Hockey Boys, Shower Sex, Smut, We believe anything Miro says, my attempt at writing soft boys

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[hockeyforthefirsttime]

The Art of Not Falling in Love- Roope Hintz

AN: This is a piece that is very self indulgent BUT it has a plot despite being like 80% smut. I am thinking of making more parts if people like this 

Word count: 5k 

TW: like its smut.. so like what do you expect. (Wrap it before you tap it) spanking light dom!Roope female reader 

You could never quite understand how you got into this situation. You’d sworn to never fall in love ever. The pain of watching the gruesome divorce of your parents, the way your friends seemed to find “the one” left and right, only to be heartbroken, was simply too much. So you decided to simply don’t fall in love ever. 

And you’d kept that promise to yourself, ever since 15. Sure a few crushes came up now and then, but you never acted on them, and you made sure no one knew about the feeling. The only person in your life that knew about this promise to yourself was your best friend Jamie.

The first person you’d met in Dallas when you’d first moved there. You had been a freshman in college and he had been, ironically so, the first person to hit on you in Dallas, and you hadn’t even officially gotten there yet.  It happened on the plane ride. He was seated beside you and you couldn’t for the life of you remember the pick up line he used. You just know it was bad, cause you remember laughing at it and the way he tried to manage his long limbs into the airplane seat. It had gone uphill from there on, and you were glad he didn’t get offended by you laughing at him. 

Now, however, you were sitting in the stands of the American Airlines Center, watching him and his team scramble across the ice in a turnover, passing the puck up the ice. Roope Hintz picks it up and flicks it into the goal, just over the left shoulder of the Blackhawks goalie, making the Stars take the lead with three minutes left in the third period. The stands erupt in wild cheers and the team celebrates on ice. You jump with the rest of the crowd, and clap enthusiastically. Knowing that it’s gonna be an insufferable team to meet afterwards. After all, athletes tend to be after winning a game like this. 

The buzzer goes off and the Dallas Stars have officially ended their losing streak. The crowd is going wild, jumping up and down, making the stands shake just a little. Thats when you decide to sneak out of the stands and find your way to the outside of the locker room, where Jamie had promised he would meet you. 

You have been around a few times, and sure enough you find your way. Jamie had made sure to let the security staff know that you would be around after the game. There is a soccer ball laying around so you pick it up and start bouncing it on your jeans clad thigh, then dropping it down onto your foot and up again, alway in control. You lose yourself to the ball, concentrating on keeping it in the air, so much so that you don’t notice the door slamming open until the boom of it makes you drop the ball. 

“Jesus fuck.” 

You whisper as you look up to find the source of the noise. What you find shouldn’t surprise you, but seeing a shirtless Roope Hintz standing there with a frown on his face, makes heat rush up your neck regardless. 

“Who are you?” 

He looks suspiciously at you, taking in the skinny jeans and the absence of a jersey. As well as the forgotten soccer ball. 

“Sorry, just here for Oleksiak.” 

You try to shrug it off, looking for the ball again. His eyes squint suspiciously at you, but his head tilts backwards as he calls for Jamie. He comes bounding out of the locker room, shirtless, but fresh out of the shower. He’s in the middle of zipping up his game day slacks, and the smile already on his lips gets wider.  

“You could have waited with the others you know?” 

Jamie says cheekily to you. The heat to your face returns, but not in full force. You look at his tall stature and the smaller man beside him. And for some reason, the blonde star of the night is the one to make you look away. You shoot daggers at Jamie instead. 

“You know, you could have told me where they were, so I didn’t have to stand here like some other crazed fan.” 

Roope slowly turns around and walks away, closing the door with one last curious look directed at you. 

“Oh come on, we all know you’re crazy for me.” 

Finally you can feel yourself relax a little, with a sigh you take a step closer to him. 

“Yeah, crazy for you to leave me alone.” 

He wraps you up in his arms and lifts you up in the air, laughing as you gasp at the surprise of being lifted up. 

“Congrats by the way, you played well today.” 

You say to him, as he lets you back down on the ground again.  

“Thank you Sparks.” 

“Now go get dressed completely, I suppose you want to celebrate tonight?” 

His signature, tooth lacking smile is on full display as he slings an arm around your shoulders. Jamie looks at you with a mischievous look. 

“We really want to celebrate this, and besides, we really need to get you laid.” 

You wrench your way out of his grip and scowl at him, pushing him in the direction of the door to the locker room. 

“Get dressed you idiot.” 

You say with a flat voice, trying to remain serious, and failing when you see Jamie wink at you last minute. You immediately go back to juggling the soccer ball, as the door slams shut. 

A couple of girls are walking towards you, and you suspect they’re here looking for their boyfriends or husbands. That’s until you see the flustered cheeks and whispers of “I can’t believe we made it all the way here.” and the agreements that follow. 

Their eyes land on you and your soccer ball, and their expressions instantly sour. You try to shrug it off, but when the whispering starts again, you look up from the ball. You start getting suspicious when one of the three girls flicks her long, perfectly curled, brunette hair over her shoulder and opens her immaculately painted lips to say something. 

“You shouldn’t be here you know.” 

The confidence in her voice almost has you fooled for someone who belongs there. Almost. You’ve never seen her close to any of them ever, even if you had managed to stay out of the public eye yourself. Something about this trio didn’t feel right. You stop juggling the ball and drop it to your foot, catching it without bounce and then placing your foot on top of it.  

“Why not?” 

You ask out of curiosity of what the answer would be.

“Well, it’s reserved for the wags, you know, so you don’t belong here.” 

You tilt your head and raise a brow, questioningly. 

“Isn’t that what the owner's box is for? you know with reserved seats, food and really comfortable sitting options?” 

A blush seems to rise through her make- up and you restrain yourself a little, you really don’t want to make her an enemy. Just in case. 

“Yeah.. I just need to see my man before we head home.”

She stutters out, looking at her two friends who nod encouragingly at her. 

“Okay, just remind me who it is again?” 

You play dumb, knowing that the media is about to get out of the room in a minute. 

“Jamie ofcourse.” 

And her voice is so confident as she says it, you let a smile show before chuckling. They really thought they could fool anyone with that. Just in that moment, the door opens and cameras and notepads or tape recorders start filing out of the door. 

You walk over to the door, holding it open for the stream of reporters and crew. Then you duck a head in and yell for Jamie. 

“Oleksiak, your girlfriend is here…” 

It isn’t intentional all the way, but it comes out in a sing- song voice.  

The entirety of the team turns to face you. Briefly you meet the eyes of Roope, who’s still shirtless. Just as Jamie passes you by with a confused look, you tap his now clothed arm to make him bend down just a little.

“Ehh, so someone somehow got past security, apparently you’re her boyfriend.” 

You say to him, loud enough for the closest teammates to hear. 

“Jesus Christ, not again.” 

Jamie mutters. Stephen Johns is closest and has his phone in seconds calling someone. You let a glance out the door and see the girls huddled together, suddenly looking unsure. Jamie takes a look over your shoulder and sighs. 

“Guess I should distract them until security gets here, just stay here.”

You roll your eyes, but stay put. Then suddenly you realise where you are, feeling like an intruder. 

“Sorry guys, didn’t mean to intrude, just thought you should know about the girls outside.” 

You say, trying to not look too closely at anyone. You can feel the heat rising up your neck. 

“‘S alright, not everyday we get to know a girl from Jamie's side.”

Tyler Seguin says from his seat by his gear. 

“Oh I know, he has a hard time finding decent ones.” 

You say it absentmindedly, but the entire team seems to crack up at that. You feel a little bad, but you also know it as true and it's already said, so you can’t take it back. 

“Seems like he did alright with you.” 

Roope says as he pulls his button up over his arms and starts pushing the buttons through the holes.

“Ahh, a common mistake. Not a girlfriend and not sleeping with him either.” 

His brows raise and a cheeky smile forms on his face. But he doesn’t say anything else. You feel off, of sorts. He doesn’t irk you like the girls did. And it was kind of scaring you. It’s the feeling you get when you start being intrigued, and you don ‘t need that now.

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You’re sitting at the bar, alone, not that you mind it, because the girl who finally got Jamie had been ogling him all night and talking too loud, and it was a relief when you saw them walk out the door. He had asked multiple times if it was okay for him to leave, so much so that you almost drove the uber back to her place yourself. 

Staring down at the drink in your hand, you realised you were too sober and too far behind on studying (not really) to be sitting here, in a place you didn’t want to be. So you got up, turned around and immediately crashed into a hard chest. Looking up, you find a wild head of blonde curls and a heavenly cologne. Roope Hintz.

“Can I help you you mr. Star?” 

You said ask as he leans closer, if that was even possible, without touching you. He at least has the decency to chuckle and look a little bashful as you address him that way. 

“You sure you’re not even a little infatuated with Oleksiak?” 

Rolling your eyes, you lean back onto the bar and cross your ankles. 

“Why? Are you jealous?” 

You give him a flirty smile, just for the hell of it. Roope steps forward so his feet are planted on either side of yours, not touching this time either, and leans an arm beside you, making him come impossibly close to you. 

“What if I am?” 

He asks, and his eyes are roaming all over your face, ignited with a desire you haven’t seen in far too long. It makes a heat pool in your stomach, and a little in your cheeks. Just purely out of the close proximity. 

“Then you’re gonna be sorely disappointed.” 

You try to sound casual, but Roope leans a little closer.

“And why is that?” 

You can tell he is curious, and your judgement is compromised from the closeness of him. Maybe one night wouldn’t hurt, right?

“I’m a one time offer, an-” 

Roope doesn’t even let you finish your sentence, before he has your hand in his. Just as you touch it feels like a wave of something indescribable washes over you. You’d never felt anything like it. 

“I can do that. Come along now, we haven’t got all night.” 

Roope drags you away from the bar and you scramble to keep up the first few steps. When you catch up, he laces his fingers through yours, and heads out the door. It’s cold out, and since you haven’t really been outside today, all you have is the sweater you came to the rink in. You hadn’t been dressed for a club at all, but he didn’t seem to mind. You wrap your arms around yourself, to try to preserve some of the heat from the inside. Roope has a keen eye and steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“One time offer, remember?” 

“Oh yeah, that doesn’t mean I can’t be nice, or no?” 

And as he pulls you closer to him, you can feel in your bones (and your lower back) that he isn’t nearly as nice as he’s pretending to be. And you catch yourself thinking that you can’t wait to see what this turns into. 

“Just, doubting what you define as nice, that’s all.” 

At that Roope, let out a little chuckle, before leaning down a little and placing small kisses on your exposed neck. He works his way up to your ear. 

“I can be very nice, it all depends on you though.” 

With a final kiss to your cheek, he steps away from your heated face, and looks at the uber that’s now in front of you, double checking that it’s the right one. How in the hell had you missed the car pulling up to the curb? Roope opened the door to the back seat and let you enter first. Then he entered shortly after you, told the lady driving the car his address and turned to face you. 

“Didn’t think you were that shy, sweetheat.” 

He gestured to the entire middle seat between the two of you. You just shake your head, with a coy smile on your lips. 

“Just been a while.” 

You say quietly, not wanting the driver to hear. Regardless, she looks at you, very discreetly, through the rearview mirror. You give her a reassuring smile trying to convey that you feel safe and that you’re okay. She gives you a wink in return. 

“I’ll make it worth your time.” 

Roope leads you into an elevator and punches one of the higher numbers, all the while his eyes are roaming you, mentally undressing you. Most definitely wondering what he would find underneath the sweater and jeans. You are absolutely feeling a little shy with the way he looks at you. However, at the same time you’re looking at him, wondering what he is going to do, if he will be soft or hard in demeanor, if he’s gonna be rough or boring, but somehow something in his eyes tells you, it’s gonna be anything but boring. 

The elevator stops, and he steps closer, taking your hand in his, entwining your fingers and leading the way out of the elevator. Just two doors down he pulls some keys out of his back pocket and steadily unlocks the door, no fumbling. You take it as a good sign even if you already knew that he wasn’t even close to being drunk. The lock clicks in place and the door slides open, revealing a dark hallway. Roope steps in first and flicks on the light. It’s neat, considering what you had been expecting. The door shuts behind you, and you hear the lock clicking. 

Toeing off your shoes you turn and find Roope already staring at you. His eyes are considerably darker. He drops the jacket he had been wearing to the floor and beckons you with a finger to follow him, all silent and a little domineering, half a smile on his lips. You see the light flicker on in the hallway as you follow him down to the left and then the first door on the right hand side it’s the only open door, but it’s not fully lit inside. Carefully you step inside, when nothing happens, you take one more step in and the room is suddenly full of tension. 

The light here is turned on low, and Roope is standing in front of you taking slow steps towards you. Determined to stand your ground you remain unmoving, but your eyes roam him, and he seems to notice. With a smirk he takes a hand behind his neck and promptly yanks the shirt off of his upper body. You feel your jaw dropping just a little as you scan him over. 

“Look at me in the eyes babe.” 

Heat rises to your cheeks, but you remain in your spot steadily holding his gaze. He takes a step closer, and then another, until he’s standing mere inches from you. A devious smile is playing on his lips, when one of his hands lands on your waist. His thumb rubs circles on your hip, just underneath the emerald sweater of yours. 

“Are you sure about this?” 

He asks, taking his other hand up and caressing your cheek. You nod your head yes. 

“I’m gonna need you to use your words for me.” 

The hand that’s on your cheek is suddenly forcing your face upwards to meet his eyes. 

“I’m sure about this.” 

You whisper, again meeting his eyes. Just as the sentence leaves your mouth, he immediately goes to kiss you, but you pull back just slightly, just to tease, and maybe test him a little. He sees the mischievous glint in your eyes, and his smile widens.

“Oh you wanna play like that, huh?” 

Roope’s hands slip from your body, before meeting again behind your thighs, lifting you up into his arms. You stare down into his darkened eyes, and lean into him. He lets you kiss him for a couple of seconds, before he deepens it. You let him, not really feeling like fighting him. His lips move from yours and down your neck, as he walks towards the bed, you can feel him leaving a few hickies before dropping you onto the bed. 

“Off with the sweater, kaunis.” 

You look up at him, while crossing your arms and gripping the bottom of the sweater, letting him take in all of you as the green top comes off. Underneath is a simple black bra and you can see his pupils dilate at the sight of you. 

“That one I’m gonna take off myself.” 

He leans over you, until you’ve laid down flat on the bed. He’s hovering over you, resting on his forearms, yet his hips have already settled between your legs. You can feel him there hard and heavy. His breath playing across your collarbones, makes you feel the anticipation building in your entire body. 

He presses a quick kiss to your lips before he starts leaving open mouth kisses down the valley of your breasts, he shifts his weight so he is leaning more on one arm and slides the other underneath your back, and makes quick work of unfastening your bra. The tension leaves the straps and you let them fall off. Then with his teeth he bites the middle of the bra, lifting it off your body and chucking it away with his free hand. 

“Upea.” 

You don’t question his words, honestly feeling a little more turned on as he speaks to you in a language you don’t understand. With a wink he kisses each of your tits a few times, before moving further down. 

“Still good?” 

He asks, and you feel your heart ache a little at it, and immediately shove the feeling aside.

“Yes, so good.”

You say, all out of breath as his fingers pop open the button, and slowly pull down the zipper of your jeans. In a swift motion he has his fingers in what you assume is the belt loops and has pulled down your jeans along with the black underwear you had been wearing. Instinctively you try to close your legs, but two calloused hands on either of your knees stops that motion. 

“I’ve got you.” 

Roope says as he leans into your right thigh and starts leaving kisses again. Closer and closer to your core, and when he finally is there, he switches to the other tigh, repeating the process. Your hands, which have been clenching the sheets, finally go to his long hair, tugging a little. Roope lets out a little groan and you swear you can feel it in your entire body.

“Aww, look how wet you are, all for me?” 

He asks in a husky voice. 

“All for you, all for you.” 

Roope seems to revel in the admittance rolling off your tongue, before he lets himself have a taste. At least that’s what you think is happening. You feel his hot breath fan over your core, and he is painfully close, you lift your hips just slightly to meet his mouth, just as he pulls away. 

“My bed, my rules. Now, you’re gonna have to ask really nicely to cum, before I let you. Got it?” 

You’re so lost in desperation for his mouth that you can only nod. You both hear and feel the sigh escaping him, before he lands a little smack on the inside of your thigh. It causes you to let out a strangled moan and clench around nothing. 

“Didn’t I tell you? Words.” 

“I’m sorry, I’ll ask to cum.” 

And then he’s all over you. The pent up feeling you have in your body only seems to grow as he spends his time licking and lapping at your folds. With his arms around your thighs and eyes firmly set on yours, your body's working overtime trying to feel everything. You feel your grip on his hair tighten as his mouth finds you clit and a finger easily slides inside you. 

“Fuuuck, feels so good.” 

You draw out the vocals as he hums against you. Your breathing went uneven a long time ago, but now you’re struggling to control anything that comes out of your mouth. Especially as the second finger enters you and he makes a “come here” motion with his fingers, finally finding that one particular spot. It nearly sends you over the edge.

“Ah ah, ask first.” 

Your brain feels like mush as he continues his assault on your pussy. 

“Please may I cum?” 

Roope hums against you, before leaning away a little. 

“No, I want you to beg.” 

He goes back in, feeling the way your body is wound so tightly you don’t know where to turn, not being able to think clearly. 

“Please, I’ll be so good, just please please let me cum.” 

Again Roope hums. 

“Okay, only if you’re a good girl though.” 

He says looking up at you, with that smirk of his, before he dives back in.  You can feel the tension in your body tightening, and when his tongue does a particularly intense stroke over your clit you can’t hold it anymore. Your legs clamp around his head and you let out a drawn out moan of pleasure as he lets you ride out the high on his face. 

When you can’t take it anymore, you gently guide his face away from your core. Roope has this cocky grin on his face and you can’t help but like it being directed at you. You pull him up towards you and kiss him deeply, not really caring if you can taste yourself on his lips. Finally he lets your hands wander over the planes of his upper body, feeling the muscles tense and flex as your fingers trace every ridge of his body. He seems to really like kissing you, but he does notice that your hands go lower and lift his hips up a little to make room so you can pop the button of his jeans. As soon as the zipper is down, your hand traces the waistband of his boxers. 

“You gonna play with me like this all night, rakas?” 

He asks with a playful tone of voice. 

“Maybe.” 

You tease, pulling on the waistband of the boxers, before releasing it, making it snap against his skin. He leans away from you completely, getting up so he’s on his knees, but otherwise full height. Your legs are caught between his, so you can only sit up as far. Not that you mind though, with the way he towers over you, giving you perfect access to the bulge that’s now in your direct line of vision. Without really meaning to your jaw goes slack. His pointer finger is under your chin, making you look up at him.  

“Eyes up here, yeah?” 

You nod innocently at him, making him groan at the sight of you. 

“Good girl. Now let’s see if we can put that mouth of yours to good use.” 

You blush at his words and the smirk on his lips. Regardless, you start peeling the boxers and jeans down his legs. Slowly. Since this is going to be a one time thing, you think, you’re gonna savour this moment. His skin is hot beneath your fingers, but not as hot as your cheeks the moment his cock springs free of it’s confinement. You’re definitely not complaining about any aspect of it. 

Without a second thought you put your lips around the angry red tip, letting your tongue explore every inch of his dick. Roope seems to like what you’re doing, judging by the groaning and panting above you. One of his hands is in your hair, doing a makeshift ponytail as you continue to suck him off. Suddenly, he all but pulls you off his cock, which now seems even more red than it was before. With strings of saliva hanging from your mouth, connected to his dick. Roope lets out a groan that makes your inside tingle before he slides back off the bed.

“I’m going to ruin you so good, rakas.” 

He kicks off his jeans and boxers before he is over you again. You look him in the eyes nodding, before spreading your legs, letting him settle between them. He cages you in with his arms, and for some reason, even with his dark gaze upon you, you feel safe. And when he grabs your arms, pinning them beside your head you let out a content sigh. Not only because you’re completely letting go, but because you can feel his cock brushing against your stomach. The anticipation is almost killing you. 

Roope, kisses up and down your neck, whispering dirty somethings in your ear, because they aren’t nothing. They are all his fantasies, of what he has come up with that he wants to do with you. As well as to you. Most of all though, you think he just enjoys watching you squirm in need of him. When he lets go of your right hand, it traces your throat.

“Now, put my cock inside yourself.” 

It’s a demand, and you follow through, out of desperation to feel him inside. You wrap your hand around his dick, carefully tugging at him, running your thumb over the tip, teasing. With a little smile on your lips. Roope is quick to kiss it away, delving into you, with a passion you’ve never felt before. “Inside, now. Or this teasing of yours is gonna have some serious consequences.” 

He mumbles against your lips, so you do as told, guiding him to your entrance. You both let out content sighs as he finally sinks into you. He is going slow at first. Letting you adjust to having him inside you. 

“Look so good for me like this.” 

You can only nod as he starts moving his hips in slow, deep thrusts. He finds a pace and as soon as you start clenching around him, when he hits that part of you. His pace picks up. The hand that’s still holding onto yours, they are now intertwined in each other. His other hand is caressing your hip. You’re pretty much just a blubbering mess of his name and curses as he hits all the right parts. 

With a final kiss to your lips, he leans up a bit, so his thighs are resting on his calves creating a steep angle, so you almost slip off him. Almost. He pulls you closer by the hips, making you yelp out, before your legs are planted on either side of him, giving yourself a little more leverage as he hits deep inside of you. The moan that escapes you is genuine, and you squeeze your eyes shut in pleasure. At that you feel a sharp sting on your thigh again. 

“Eyes on me.” 

In the fog of pleasure all you manage to get out is a weak. “Yes, sir.” 

Opening your eyes, you see Roope straining a little as well. His cheeks are tinted and his breathing is really uneven. But his eyes are blown with pleasure, and as you guide his hand to your lower stomach where you can vaguely feel him moving in and out of you. It looks like a new fire has been ignited inside him. 

His hand slips from yours as he lets it go to rub at your clit again. The pleasure almost becomes too much, and your eyes roll a little at the feeling. 

“May I please cum, sir?” 

You manage to moan out, barely remembering his demand from before. 

“Hold it for like three seconds, I’m gonna count you down.” 

So you look him in the eyes and let him blow out your back for a few more thrusts, and then he starts counting down. 

“3”

His rhythm changes as he slows down and goes harder, deeper. 

“2” 

He moans as you clench around him. 

“1, cum for me.” 

And you do. It starts in your stomach, and like a warm tide it washes over your entire body. Roope fucks you through it, before he finally pulls out and with a loud groan he is jerking himself off, letting go in hot spurts all over your torso. He finishes and stares down at his personal masterpiece. With your rapidly raising stomach and chest covered in his cum, you can tell by the smirk on his lips. He’s satisfied.

“I’ll be right back.” 

Roope says with a wink, and you just nod. Because even though you just had the best sex to date, you were trying to gather your thoughts. On how to get home. You don’t see where he goes, but you hear water running from a sink. When he’s back from the bathroom, you assume, he has a wet  washcloth in hand and is wearing a fresh pair of boxers. Gently he wipes his cum from your chest and stomach, and a little in between your legs. 

And you’re almost completely ruined by how gentle he is. But you have a promise to keep, and you’re not planning on betraying yourself. He leaves again to toss the cloth into the hamper. When he comes back, you have gathered your underwear and bra, and are standing on the floor on slightly shaky legs. 

“You’re leaving?” 

And that was really the first sign. 

“Yeah, one time offer. Remember?” 

You answer, looking for your jeans. Roope sweeps them off of the floor and hands them to you. 

“Yeah, right.” 

You get dressed in silence, and when your last sock is on. You straighten up. 

“I’ll just find the way out myself.” 

It’s meant to be casual, but Roope immediately refuses. 

“No no, I’ll walk you out.” 

And he does, following close behind you. You’ve just gotten your shoes on, when your phone pings. It’s a notification from uber that your ride is here. You’ve put your hand on the door knob and opened the door, when Roope, who was leaning against the wall, pulls you back and kisses you deeply. 

“Next time you need an orgasm, give me a call.”

He says with a wink. 

In the car back to your apartment, you can feel it. You’re not gonna get rid of Roope after what just went down in his bedroom. The worst part of it is that you’re not sure you want it to be a one time thing. Fuck. 

[senditcolton]

You Make It Easy

summary: you were proud of how far the Stars went in the playoffs and you were disappointed when they fell just short of the finish line. but you missed your boyfriend Roope and you wouldn’t lie, you were happy to have him home. after all these months, you needed him by your side. and he needed you just as much. 

song word count: 5.3k warnings: smut! oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, and body worship.

Translations: rakkaani = my love // vittu, sinä olet niin kaunis = fuck, you are so beautiful // pian kulta, hyvin pian = soon baby, very soon // upea = gorgeous // prinsessa = princess // anna minun kuulla sinut = let me hear you

I am so proud of you. You will always be a champion to me.

You glanced down at your phone again, wanting to see if you had a response. You had sent that text message to your boyfriend Roope a day ago. And you still haven’t gotten anything back. You weren’t upset. Instead you were concerned. The radio silence just confirmed your worries.

You had seen the game. Everyone in Dallas was watching and hoping for another comeback. But once the final five minutes hit and the score was still the same, the collective heart of Texas sank. And yours sank even more. Because you knew that your boyfriend was sitting in that arena, watching it all play out on the ice below, and being unable to do anything about it.

The voice over the loudspeaker in the airport caught your attention, pulling your eyes away from your phone. You listened as the announcer told the terminal that Roope’s flight had finally touched down. You knew you didn’t have to meet him here at the airport. You could’ve waited for him to come home, but considering the absolute silence from his end, you knew that you needed to be there for him as soon as you could.

You looked towards the arrival gate, waiting for him to walk through. You were standing next to a few other WAG’s and some of their kids, everyone excited to reunite. Slowly but surely, the Dallas Stars started to appear. You heard shouts of joy and happiness from the girls around you and excited squeals from their children. You would normally look on to celebrate and welcome them back as well. Reunions always made you happy. But you were focused on the doorway, waiting to see the face that you had been missing for the past 3 months.

You caught sight of Miro and Esa together and you waved at them. You became close friends with the group that the fans affectionately called the Finnish Mafia and you saw their eyes light up when they spotted you. They wandered over and you hugged each of them affectionately.

“Hey guys. Welcome back,” you said, breaking away from Esa. “How was the flight?”

“Long,” Miro replied, stretching his arms above his head. You wanted to ask about Roope but you didn’t want to sound rude. You did enjoy being around them but your mind kept jumping back to him. Thankfully, both of them could see right through you.

“He should be out in a few,” Esa told you. You turned your head back to the entrance, sighing.

“How is his injury? They never confirmed what it was.”

“Nothing serious, nothing broken. They thought he might be able to play in Game 7, you know, if there was one,” Miro replied.

“I’m sorry guys. But you all put up a hell of a run and you know that we are all proud of you for how far you got,” you said, smiling up at them. It was hard not to sound too cliché, but it was the best you could do. It seemed to work at least a little as they both looped you into another hug.

“Thanks Y/N. We’ll see you around, yeah?” Esa pulled away from you and picked up his bag.

“Am I that bad of company?” you joked as they both started walking towards the exit. Miro turned back to you.

“You are wonderful Y/N,” he laughed. You saw his eyes flit quickly to something over your shoulder. “But I think there is someone who needs your company a little bit more.”

You turned around and finally saw the blonde hair and tall frame of your boyfriend. A noise escaped your mouth, half cheer, half sob, and you started running towards him. Roope heard your shoes rapidly hitting the tile floor and looked up to see you. He dropped his bag from his hands just before you two collided.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pushing your head into his chest, feeling tears escape your eyes. After 3 months of not being able to hold him, you never wanted to let go. And you knew that Roope felt the same way, considering how his arms almost entirely enveloped you. You felt his face press into your hair, holding you as close to him as he could. Both of you stood there for a moment, tangled up in one another. You took a few deep breaths, taking in his familiar scent and basking in warmth of his arms. Finally, you pushed back from his chest although your arms never left their spot on his waist. As you looked up into his pale blue eyes, it felt like your heart breaking and yet becoming whole at the same time.

“I missed you so much,” you say, watching Roope’s eyes soften as he looked at you.

“I missed you too, rakkaani.”

“I wish I could kiss you right now,” you lightly laugh, reaching one hand up to cradle his face, the fabric of the medical mask he was wearing tickling your palm. As soon as your fingers made contact with his face, you saw him sigh and melt into your hand. You let him stay like that, knowing that he needed this. Needed to feel your touch after such a long time.

“Come on,” you say, pulling your hand away and running it down his arm to interlace your fingers with his. “Let’s go home.”

Roope didn’t fight you, just simply picked up his bag and started walking with you out of the airport. You two walked in silence into the parking garage. You still weren’t sure what to say, or what Roope needed you to say, if anything. So, you settled for having his hand in yours and the comfortable silence that often appeared when you two were together. You made it all the way to your car and as you opened the trunk for Roope to put his bags inside, he startled you by grabbing your waist and spinning you to face him once again.

He had already taken his mask off and was smiling down at you. A soft laugh fell from his lips and you looked up at him, confused. It wasn’t until his hands reached up to cradle your face, that you realized you were still wearing yours. You blushed beneath the fabric and started to reach up to take it off but Roope stopped you. He pulled you close to him and your eyes fluttered close as he pressed his lips against your forehead. You felt his fingers in your hair as his thumbs caressing your cheek, gently sneaking under the straps around your ears. You felt your mask fall from your face as Roope pulled back, grabbing it in one hand and absentmindedly tossing it into the trunk. His other hand was still holding the back of your head and finally, he pulled your lips to his.

It started off soft, like you two were still trying to figure out if this was real, if the person in front of you was actually there. You felt a sigh escape from you and as you relaxed into this kiss. The softness lasted for a few moments, the both of you simply enjoying the feeling of each other. But soon, the reality set in, that this was real, that you were together again after months, and the kiss quickly turned into something more passionate.

Roope pushed against you, his hands snaking from your hair down to the small of your back. Your arms found their way around his neck, your fingers catching the brim of his baseball cap, accidentally pushing it forward. You whined in frustration and without breaking your lips from his, you grabbed the hat from his head and threw it into the trunk as well. Your fingers then went back to tangle in his hair, slightly tugging at his locks. You heard a small growl escape his chest as he deepened the kiss, his hands wandering further down until he was practically lifting you up off the ground. Your legs went to wrap around his hips, trying to get as close to him as you possibly could. Roope was gripping onto you as if he let go, you would disappear again. You two finally break away from each other, your forehead still resting on his, your heavy breaths intermingling with his.

“Vittu, sinä olet niin kaunis,” Roope muttered under his breath, his eyes never leaving yours. He pushed your lips together once again and your hands went to hold his face and pull him even closer to you.

“Ew, get a room you two!” You turn your head to see Tyler walking hand in hand with his girlfriend Katie, his three dogs happily trotting besides them.

“Fuck you Seguin,” Roope shot back and you saw Tyler raise his shoulders in fake surprise, smiling at the two of you. You let out a small laugh and turned to face Roope again. You pressed one more gentle kiss to his lips and untangled from his grip. He smiled down at you as you closed the trunk and went around to the passenger side.

The car ride back home started out uneventful. You threw on some soft classic rock to fill the quiet and Roope’s hand was almost always grasped in yours. The only thing that left you on edge was when he decided to rest his hand on your thigh. You sighed at the feeling of him drawing small patterns through your jeans. He slowly moved his hand up, continuing his ministrations. It wasn’t until he gently squeezed your flesh that you let out a gasp and pressed your thighs together. Roope glanced at you out of the side of his eye, noticing your movement. He moved his hand back down to its original place and resumed his tracing. You heard him chuckle lightly at the frown on your face.

“Pian, kulta, hyvin pian.”

You sighed heavily and spent the rest of the ride staring out the window, trying desperately not to whine as Roope’s hand continued to rest against your leg. You were buzzing with need and when the car finally stopped at your place, you practically leaped out of the car. Roope grabbed his bags and reached out for your hand again. You two walked into your house and as soon as the front door closed behind you, the suitcases were dropped onto the floor and Roope was lifting you back into his arms.

He pushed you against the door, his lips attacking your neck and you let out a moan as his hips pressed into your center, finally feeling the beautiful friction against your heat. You pulled his head from your throat and pulled him into a messy kiss, your tongues and teeth clashing against each other. His hands gripped the underside of your thighs causing you to grind against him even more. You broke away from the kiss but before Roope could move back to your neck, you held his face and connected your eyes to his beautiful blue ones.

“What do you need baby?” you whispered. You saw by the look in his eyes that he understood you weren’t just asking to be a tease. He knew that you were genuinely concerned for him. And as much as you wanted him to be between your thighs, you wanted to make sure that he was alright. Roope pressed his lips against yours again. But this kiss wasn’t rough and needy. It was filled with so much love and understanding that you melted against him.

“I just need you. Just you,” he mumbled into your lips. You smiled against him.

“Well, you have me.”

As soon as those words were out of your mouth, your lips were attached again. Roope pulled you away from the door and with you still in his arms started walking you towards the bedroom. He miraculously didn’t hit anything on the way and you were silently impressed by his memory of how the place was laid out. But considering that he had done this walk multiple times, in the dark and in various states of inebriation, it wasn’t too surprising.

Roope kicked the door close with the back of his foot and deposited you on the bed. Your legs were still wrapped around him as his lips left yours and started their path back down to your neck. You sighed against him as your hands snuck their way underneath his shirt, your fingers tracing his waistband. You heard him let out a grunt as he tore head away from you and stood up, leaving you breathless on the bed. He started to kick off his shoes and you lifted yourself up, doing the same. You looked up in enough time to see Roope reach behind him and tear his shirt away.

Your breath almost caught in your throat as you took in the sight of him shirtless in front of you. You missed him. You missed this. And if the ache between your legs was any indication, you needed him as desperately as he needed you. You reached out towards him and he smiled and walked back to you. When your fingers finally touched his smooth skin, you started running your hands across the planes of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen. You never wanted to stop touching him. When you looked up at him, he was staring down at you perched on the edge of the bed. You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to him stomach, watching as his eyes fluttered shut, a small shiver running through his body.

“Beautiful,” you mumbled against his skin. “You are so stunning.”

Roope’s eyes opened as you pulled away from him. You smirked slightly and lifted your arms above your head. Roope let out a small laugh as his hands found their way to the hem of your t-shirt and he slowly pulled off of you. As soon as the fabric had vanished, he pressed his lips against yours and your arms went from their place in the air to around his neck. You felt his hands tracing up and down your sides and slowly wrapping around your back. His fingers made quick work of the clasp on your bra and you let your arms drop in order for it to slide down to the floor.

Roope pushed you back against the bed and broke away from the kiss to stare at you, your upper body now completely bare to him. His eyes wandered along your chest, taking in your smooth skin, your necklace now pooling in the dips of your collarbones.

“Upea” he muttered, leaning back down to capture your lips again. He trails down to you neck, sucking yet another mark against the column of your throat. You take in a sharp breath as his teeth gently graze your skin as he moves to your collarbones, continuing to make bruises appear on your skin as if he was making up for the lost time.

You felt his hands run up your sides and move to cup your breasts. You hear Roope groan against your skin as he squeezes them, his fingers moving to play with your nipples. You let out a moan as he continues, his lips moving lower until your feel them close over one of your nipples, his tongue flicking over the bud, already stiff from his attention.

“Roope, please,” you whine out.

“What do you need, prinsessa? Do you need my fingers? Or my tongue?”

“Anything, please.”

You hear him chuckle darkly as he continues down your body. His fingers run across the top of your jeans, continuing to tease you even more. You push your hips up to him, silently begging for him to move quicker. But he resists, slowly unbuttoning your jeans, his fingers just barely dipping underneath. Another whine escapes your lips and finally, Roope grips the waistband of both your jeans and your panties and slowly strips them down your legs.

Roope grips one of your ankles in his hand and lifts your leg up to his mouth. He presses a gentle kiss to your ankle, his other hand stroking your calf, caressing the soft skin underneath his fingertips. He slowly works his way up, pressing hot open-mouthed kisses onto your calf, the side of your knee, the inside of your thighs. You sigh into his actions, a surprised gasp leaving your lips as his hands gripped your waist and pulled you closer to him, your ass now perched on the very edge of the bed, your legs hooked over his shoulders.

You looked down at Roope, locking eyes with him as he continued to press his lips everywhere but the place that you needed. You reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair, trying desperately to pull him to your heat. He laughs against your skin, his strength no match for you. He reaches and plucks your hand away from him, and interlaces his fingers between yours, pushing it back against the mattress. He looks up at you one more time, catching your pleading eyes in his gaze, until he finally puts his mouth on your soaked pussy.

Even though he had been away for months, Roope knew your body like the back of his hand. And even after all that time, he knew exactly how to please you.

As soon as his tongue connected with your center, you let out a loud moan, your head thrown back onto the bed. Every movement he made had you writhing against him. And when his lips moved up to encircle your clit, sucking lightly, your hips bucked up, trying desperately to get him closer. One of his tattooed arms went to wrap around the front of your hips, pressing them down against the bed, holding you still, completely at his mercy.

“I missed the taste of you,” Roope whispered, breaking away to press more kisses into your thighs. All you could do is whine in response as he dove back between your legs. When his mouth goes to move back over your clit, his tongue running small circles over the sensitive nub, you threw an arm up over your mouth, biting into your skin, trying to muffle your moans. Roope noticed your action and let his teeth gently scrape over you. His action released a slight scream from you, your arm falling away from your face.

“That’s it prinsessa. Anna minun kuulla sinut. Let me hear you.”

You didn’t hold back the moans that left you after that. Roope was all over your pussy, his tongue moving from licking broad stripes up your slit to circling your clit and back again. His ministrations were making your head spin and you felt yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge.

“Baby, please, I’m going to cum,” you moaned out, your heels digging into his back, tightening your grip on his hand. Roope moved the hand that was pressed on your hips to your center and his fingers pressed down on your clit, rubbing tight circles against you. He kept up his movements as his tongue dipped in between your folds, fucking into you.

“Ohmygod, baby, fuck.” You feel your orgasm crashing over you, your back arching off the bed, your mouth falling open into a silent moan. Roope continued his actions, prolonging your pleasure as your legs tightened around him. You felt your legs tremble as you came down from your high, whimpering as Roope gradually slowed his movements. He pressed one last kiss into the soft skin of your thigh before he crawled up the bed to hover over you.

“So good for me,” Roope whispers, one hand gently pushing away the hair that had stuck to your face. You lifted your head and pulled him into a deep kiss, moaning as your tasted yourself against his lips.

You ran your hands back down his abdomen and smiled into the kiss as your fingertips made contact with the waistband of his sweats. You moved to gently scrape your nails against his abs, feeling his stomach tighten. You swallowed the groan that escaped him as you dipped your hand underneath his boxers and gripped his length. You stroked him a few times until he broke away from the kiss, muttering curses at your actions. You took this moment to grip the edge of his sweats and boxers, pushing them down.

Roope pulled you up, adjusting you until you were resting on the bed entirely, with his body situated between yours. You mewled as his tip made contact with your still sensitive core. You hooked one of your legs over his hip and gripped his shoulders, throwing all your weight into him, causing him to flip over. His back hit the bed and you were straddled over him. He smiled up at you and you returned his smirk as your leaned down and kissed him again.

You moved your lips down, determined to not be the only one that was marked by the end of the night. You took your time, sucking a few hickeys into his throat, against the prominent vein in his neck. Once you were pleased with your work, you continued to trail down his body. You heard Roope let out grunt above you as you moved all the way down, pressing a soft kiss right at the dip of his hips. His cock was resting heavily against him and you took it back into your hand, gently kissing the tip. You felt Roope’s hand tangle into your hair as you slowly lowered your mouth down to wrap about him. You bobbed your head, your tongue circling around his girth as you moaned at the salty taste of his precum.

“Vittu,” Roope cursed, his hips gently bucking up into your mouth. You moaned around him, the vibrations causing yet another moan to tear from his chest. You move your mouth to the tip and sucked, your tongue moving to trace the vein on the underside of his cock.

“Stop, prinsessa. I won’t last.” You released him from your mouth with a small pop and he pulled you back up until you were once again straddling his hips. Roope kept his fingers tangled in your hair and pulled you into another searing kiss. Your hips started to grind against him, releasing moans from both of you as your pussy ran across his length.

You broke away from his lips and lifted your hips until you were hovering over him. Reaching between your two bodies, you gripped him once again and teasingly ran the tip of him up and down your slit. Roope’s hands shot to your hips as you finally sank down on him.

Both of you let out contented groans, relishing in the feeling of one another. Roope was looking up at you with such adoration and his attention made your skin light up underneath his gaze.

Once you got used to the feeling of him stretching you out, you started to move, slightly raising your hips and then sinking back down to him. Roope’s hands gripped your hips tight, helping you bounce, each movement causing his cock to hit your g-spot perfectly. You threw your head back as moan after moan escaped your lips. You moved your hands to rest on his chest, giving you a steady surface to push off from. Your nails dug into his skin every time he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Roope cursed beneath you, his hands moving from your hips to caress your body, tracing over your ribcage, up to your breasts, slightly teasing your nipples again. His fingers danced across your collarbones and went to wrap around your neck.

“So good, so pretty,” Roope mumbled beneath you as he worshiped your body. You let out a moan, begging him for more, for his fingers to continue their path, igniting a fire beneath your skin. “Are you close prinsessa?”

All you could do was let out another high-pitched whine, resorting to grinding your hips into his, trying to achieve the friction against your clit that you desperately needed. Roope noticed your actions and let one hand fall to where you two were connected.

“Fuck! Roope.” His thumb skillfully rubbed your clit, pushing you closer to your peak once again. You continued to grid against him, his name falling from your lips. Your head was tossed back as you chased your release, Roope’s hand never leaving your clit while his other hand went to your chest, tweaking your nipple. Roope felt your body tense as your orgasm hit. He continued to fuck you through it, your legs quivering around him. He lifted his upper body to connect with yours, swallowing your moans as they escaped from your lips. His arms wrapped around your waist as your hands went to tangle in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer, your hips still grinding against him.

Eventually, your body relaxed against his, your orgasm washing away. Roope’s lips were still on yours and it took a few moments for you to realize that Roope was still painfully hard in you. You groaned and moved your hips again. He broke away from you, forcing you to look in his pale blue eyes.

“Do you have one more for me, prinsessa?” he asked as one hand went to lightly play with your hair. You nodded weakly and Roope pressed his lips softly to yours. You melted into him and then let out a gasp as he flipped you over, your back connecting with the soft sheets.

Roope continued to kiss you as he gripped one of your thighs, raising it to wrap around his hips, opening you up for him. He slowly started to pump into you, aware that you were still sensitive from your last orgasm. You mewled against his lips every time he sank into you, his cock creating beautiful friction against your walls. Your head fell back against the pillow as Roope’s lips moved down to kiss along your jaw. It wasn’t until you were pushing your hips up to meet his that Roope increased his speed. You let out a loud moan, your sensitivity already driving you to your third orgasm. Roope felt your pussy fluttering around him and started to thrust even faster, his cock hitting deep within you. You couldn’t control the noises that fell from your lips, a combination of curses, moans, and his name filling the air. You felt incredibly full and when Roope let his hand drift back down your body, pressing against your clit once more, you shot up, arms wrapping around his back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried out as you felt the coil in you tightening impossibly fast. Roope continued to pound into you, desperately chasing his own high.

“Cum, prinsessa. Cum for me.”

With that, the coil snapped as your third and final orgasm rushed through your body. Your back arched off the bed, your nails digging into his back, leaving angry red marks against his skin. The feeling of your pussy clamping down around him brought Roope to his peak, his cum spilling into you, your name repeatedly falling from your lips like a prayer.

Roope collapsed on top of you, his forearms supporting his body weight as he rested. Your hands went to tangle in his hair and you lifted him to your lips for one last kiss. You two stayed tangled in each other for a few moments, relishing in the feeling of being together once again.

Roope lifted up off of you, gently pulling out of you. A small whimper escapes your lips and he presses a kiss into your forehead. Roope moves to kneel down next to the bed, staring at your face, his eyes taking in every bit of your blissed-out expression.

“How about a bath?” A small smile dances onto your lips.

“Yes please.” Roope kisses you once again, his hand coming to cradle your face, fingers gently playing with your hair. He rises and starts to move towards the bathroom but you stop him by grabbing his wrist.

“Roope,” you start, him turning back to face you. “I’m sorry, about the game.” You seen pain flash in his eyes. His lips twist into a small smile, touched at your concern.

“It’s okay.” That was all he said as he turned back to the bathroom, his hand escaping yours. You sighed against the bed, listening to running water filling the bathtub. You wanted him to talk to you, but you knew that at this point, it was too fresh in his mind and still a little too painful. So, you accepted that for right now, you were happy to simply be there for him and be next to him, since you couldn’t before.

After a few moments, you pushed up from the bed and made your way towards the bathroom, not bothering to throw on any clothes. The thought of the hot water against your sore muscles sounded like heaven. You get to the doorway, catching sight of Roope leaning against the counter of the sink. You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, your cheek resting on his back. You feel him relax into your touch. Peeking around his body, you noticed the razor in his hand and looked up to see his newly clean-shaven face.

“Aw, you didn’t keep the beard?” you pout, catching his eyes in the mirror.

“Not right now. Why? Did you like it?” he teased, watching as your cheeks lit up.

“Well, it felt pretty nice,” you muttered under your breath, your teeth tugging at your bottom lip. Roope let out a chuckle and washed the rest of the shaving cream off of him. He turned to face you and brought his hands to your hips.

“I’ll grow it back for your birthday. How about that?” You smiled up at him and pushed yourself up onto your tip-toes, connecting his lips with yours. You broke away, the smile still playing on your lips.

“I’m holding you to that.”

Roope laughed again, the sound becoming music to your ears. He leaned down and kissed you once more. You let out a small squeak of surprise as he scooped you up into his arms, walking you to tub. He gently placed you into the warm bubbly water, the temperature instantly relaxing you. He climbed in behind you, pulling you towards him until your back made contact with his chest. His arms wrapped around you and you sighed into him.

You two relaxed in the water, simply taking in the quiet. You two had often spent hours just silently wrapped up in each other. It was comfortable, the kind of silence that happened when two people understood each other so deeply that no words were needed. Roope’s hands continued to trace along your skin, his chin resting on the top of your head. After a while, as the water started to cool and you felt your eyelids start to droop, you finally decided to speak.

“I meant what I said earlier. You will always be a champion to me.” You felt his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You felt his face burrow into your hair, his lips gently pressing into the soft skin of your neck. His light breath fanned the side of your face as he whispered into your ear;

“And you will always be my greatest prize.”

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I'm Spanish, so English is not my first language.

I write fem (she/her) as default. If you want it gn go ahead and ask for it, I'm open to trying!! 😊

I will take request for:

Daniel Ricciardo (#dr)

Lando Norris (#ln)

Charles Leclerc (#cl)

Mick Schumacher (#ms)

Arthur Leclerc (#al) No smut

Yuki Tsunoda (#yt) No smut

Lance Stroll (#ls) No smut

Alex Albon (#aa) No smut

Trevor Zegras (#tz)No smut

Jack Hughes (#jh) No smut

Ryan Graves (#rg)

Mikko Rantanen (#Mr)

Quinn Hughes (#qh)

Nico Hischier (#nh) No smut

Jamie Drysdale (#jd) No smut

Moritz Seider (#mos)

Andrei Svechnikov (#as)

William Nylander (#wn)

Freddie Andersen (#fa)

Nolan Patrick (#np)

Arber Xhekaj (#ax)

Cale Makar (#cm)

Roope Hintz (#rh)

Miro Heiskanen (#mh)

Pyotr kochetkov (#pk)

Jeremy Swayman (#js)

Kirill Kaprizov (#kk)

Rasmus Dahlin (#rd)

You can check their individual tags by clicking on the link on the #dr. There is a possibility that the one you are looking for is not on the list, just try to check my navigation post for stuff about them or the tag with their initials. I don't always take request/write about the same people.

What I don't write about:

Daddy k*nk, too aggressive s*x, nothing related with r*pe/abuse play, breading k*nk or pregnancy-related stuff, blood/cutting/knife k*nk, no weird fluids. I think this is obvious, but no adult-minor. Everything will be consensual, safe and not too hard.

Also, no deaths or drivers/players cheating.

[sc0tters]

Kinkmas 2023

Hello and welcome to my take on kinkmas, otherwise known as 12 days of smut as we lead up to that festive day in the year Christmas.

Whilst this account has only been around since July I wanted to have a moment where I thanked you all for the love and support that we have amassed here, truly never thought it was possible!

I am usually pretty free with who can be requested but this time round we have a few very important rules:

players can only be used once (this includes the threesome day too) so choose wisely!

players have to be in the NHL and have to be 21 or over.

as always this is on a first come first serve basis so get your requests in before all of the slots are taken!

so happy requesting and even happier reading my lovlies, have a great holiday!

𝟏. 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

↳ matthew tkachuk

𝟐. 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓

↳ sidney crosby

𝟑. 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

↳ mikko rantanen

𝟒. 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆

↳ nico hischier

𝟓. 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐄

↳ kirby dach

𝟔. 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄

↳ miro heiskanen and roope hintz

𝟕. 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒

↳ jack hughes

𝟖. 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

↳ matthew knies

𝟗. 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

↳ quinn hughes

𝟏𝟎. 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐀

↳ trevor zegras

𝟏𝟏. 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘

↳ timo meier

𝟏𝟐. 𝐕𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌

↳ arber xhekaj

[matsbarzal]

matsbarzal's nhl masterlist

** = smut

(s) = don't write for this player any longer

♥ = personal fave

☆ - blurb

if you're interested in being on the taglist for any of my stories, please fill out the link here, it just asks you for your username and if you'd like to be tagged under all fics or certain players.

note: this masterlist was updated on august 2nd, 2021 and will be updated as i continue writing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

arizona coyotes

jakob chychrun

needy

calgary flames

noah hanifin

what jack doesn't know** (part 2) (part 3) ~ this entire series is being edited and redone into a long part. please be advised in part 3, there is a tw in the notes.

matthew tkachuk

time's a ticking ~ soulmate au! ♥

'skating' lessons ♥

everything has changed

carolina hurricanes

andrei svechnikov

fake numbers and date numbers (4+1) ♥

"i'd lay here and watch the stars with you every night if i could." ☆

brady skjei

a day in manhattan

dallas stars

roope hintz

"if you walk out that door, we're done. for good." ☆

tyler seguin

three's a party

edmonton oilers

connor mcdavid

vanilla stage

here comes goodbye ♥

family skate

jesse puljujarvi

louder**

leon draisaitl

happier ♥

green eyed monster**

montreal canadiens

josh anderson

little red dress** (part 2)♥

new jersey devils

nico hischier

spoilsport

new york islanders

mathew barzal

tattoos cleanse the soul ~ soulmate au! (4.5k) ♥

stay

pittsburgh penguins

kasperi kapanen

heard you**

st louis blues

colton parayko

surprise**

beard burn**

toronto maple leafs

alex galchenyuk

back in russia

frederik anderson

field hockey

mitch marner

4th of july

repressed crush

axel

morgan rielly

im on a boat**

captain material

william nylander

just a hookup**

nhl blurbs and requests

[wyattjohnston]

this is an old masterlist, CLICK HERE for the new one which will be updated. i’ll delete this one in march ‘23.

all fic | the universe | my gifs

(alphabetical order by team, then by player)

updated: 13 Feb 23

* = contains smut

boston bruins

charlie mcavoy

kiss it better now

taylor hall

better at leaving* & i just keep coming back to you* devils

buffalo sabres

tyson jost

it’s me & you (colorado)

out of ten

this is getting good now (series of one shots)

jeff skinner

your eyes look like coming home

calgary flames

noah hanifin

the one who needs saving

colorado avalanche

alex galchenyuk

not shy of a spark* (series of one shots)

erik johnson

only all the time (series of one shots)

gabriel landeskog

‘til you give me all your love

nathan mackinnon

the second time

you always did feel just like home

dallas stars

jake oettinger

the saddest thing i know

roope hintz

no sound worse than silence

tyler seguin

ain’t no sunshine (#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, playlist)

edmonton oilers

leon draisaitl

lock in your love

florida panthers

matthew tkachuk

don't want to miss you like this calgary

you gotta kiss somebody (sometimes) calgary

montreal canadiens

josh anderson

what am i to you? blue jackets

new jersey devils

dougie hamilton

i’ll bet you didn’t even know carolina

jack hughes

we don't have no time to waste (series of one shots)

nico hischier

late nights in the middle of june (series of one shots)

not perfect (but we were)

ryan graves

never saw you coming

to hold your hand (would be the bravest thing)

new york islanders

mat barzal

all eyes, they're on you (series of one shots)

new york rangers

chris kreider

toward a feminine sea

philadelphia flyers

kevin hayes

got a hold on me* (series of one shots)

how those rumours fly rangers

joel farabee

fell in love with you in stages

travis konecny

take me as i am (series of one shots)

pittsburgh penguins

kasperi kapanen

let's get these wheels in motion* leafs

seattle kraken

andre burakovsky

dreamer (just like you)

we look good together* capitals

jamie oleksiak

my picket fence penguins

your eyes look like coming home

st louis blues

colton parayko

open your heart to me

toronto maple leafs

mitch marner

give the stars something to watch

morgan rielly

sache que je serai la tienne (series of one shots)

william nylander

let's get these wheels in motion*

vancouver canucks

anthony beauvillier

into moonlight (series of one shots)

brock boeser

take you one day at a time

elias pettersson

been a long time coming

vegas golden knights

nolan patrick

found the cure for a broken heart flyers

say that we'll be together (series of one shots)

washington capitals

nicklas backstrom

give up the game

tom wilson

in the shadows & still want more

[senditcolton]

The Mamma Mia Series

16 different stories based off of songs from Mamma Mia 1 & 2. I am super excited to bring the best Dynamo Summer to you!

So, here we go... again. 

Andante, Andante (smut with Tyson Jost)  Angel Eyes (angst with Mat Barzal) Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (smut with Adrian Kempe)  Honey, Honey (fluff with Esa Lindell) I’ve Been Waiting for You (Tyler Seguin) Lay All Your Love on Me*** (Jacob Markstrom) Mamma Mia (angst with Matthew Tkachuk) My Love, My Life (Colton Parayko) The Name of The Game (angst with Mikko Rantenen) One of Us (angst with Andre Burakovsky) Our Last Summer (angst with Nico Hischer) Super Trouper (Elias Petterson) Take a Chance on Me (fluff with William Nylander) Voulez-Vous*** (Anthony Beauvillier) Waterloo (fluff with Andrei Svechnikov) Why Did it Have to be Me? (angst/smut with Roope Hintz)

sign up for the series taglist here!

[leafsbabe]

how Roope Hintz is like in bed

what Roope Hintz i like in bed:

- loves it when you ride his face

- and he’s very fucking talented with his tongue

- he prefers you naked over you in lingerie

- a little bit of an exhibitionist

- especially if you’re wearing a pretty flowy sundress with nothing underneath

- the kind of guy that fucks you in the bathroom of a teammate’s house during a team bbq

- definitely has a sex playlist 

- lowkey the kind of guy that doesn’t want you to own any dildos 

- because why have a fake when you can have the real thing

- well sometimes ‘the real thing’ has to go on road trips and really appreciates it when you have some toys with you during skype sex

- one of his biggest fantasies is a threesome but you haven’t found the right person yet

- wants to try new positions constantly  

- big on handholding during sex

- loves it when you nap on him afterwards

his dick:

- almost as pretty as him

the experience:

9/10

[eberles]

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

i will write angst, fluff, and smut as long as i’m comfortable with the request! disclaimer: all of my smut is 18+, if you are not over 18 please don’t read/interact with it

𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐎𝐁𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 • recommended fics by other writers!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 • add yourself to my taglist!

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 • mat barzal, anthony beauvillier, roope hintz, jamie oleksiak, tyler seguin, nolan patrick, tyson jost

[beauvibaby]

fics queued so far all for 7pm est

Friday May 21st: Anthony Beauvillier (smut)

Friday May 28th: Roope hintz (friends to lovers)

Friday June 4th: Jamie Oleksiak (comforting him)

Friday June 11th: Anthony Beauvillier (single mom/friends to lovers)

Friday June 18th: Nathan Mackinnon (angst)

Friday June 25th: Mat Barzal (fluff/baby fic)

[dougiewonderland]

UPDATED! Who I Write For

Here is a list of every K-pop group and NHL player/team I write for!  I didn’t include any soloists because I can’t think of any besides soloists from groups (for example Zhoumi from Super Junior) that I know enough about to write for, but don’t be afraid to ask!  I’m also willing to do custom groupings, as long as there aren’t too many different people in one request!

If the NHL team doesn't have anyone listed under it, that means I write for everyone (or at least a mass majority of the team). If someone isn't listed, feel free to ask anyway! I could've missed them when going through rosters, or I could potentially make something for them after a little research.

I only write for boy groups mostly, but if there’s a girl group you want added, let me know and I’ll see how comfortable I feel writing for them!

K-Pop:

2PM

AB6IX

ACE

ASTRO

ATEEZ

BAP

Big Bang

Block B

BTOB

BTS

Day6

EXO (OT12 but no Chen)

GOT7

Highlight

Infinite

JBJ

KNK

Monsta X

NCT (everyone including WayV, but no smut for everyone 00 line and younger)

NU'EST

Oneus

Pentagon

Red Velvet

Seventeen

SF9

SHINee

Stray Kids

SuperM

Super Junior (OT15, but no Sungmin)

TXT (no smut)

VAV

VIXX

Wanna One

Winner

NHL:

Buffalo Sabres:

Jeff Skinner

Calgary Flames:

Johnny Gaudreau

Elias Lindholm

Matthew Tkachuk

Noah Hanifin

Carolina Hurricanes:

Everyone

Chicago Blackhawks:

Everyone

Colorado Avalanche:

Andre Burakovsky

Tyson Jost

Nathan MacKinnon

Mikko Rantanen

Erik Johnson

Cale Makar

Columbus Blue Jackets:

Pierre-Luc Dubois

Seth Jones

Dallas Stars:

Jamie Benn

Roope Hintz

Tyler Seguin

Miro Heiskanen

John Klingberg

Edmonton Oilers:

Leon Draisaitl

Connor McDavid

James Neal

Oskar Klefbom

Nashville Predators:

Ryan Johansen

Roman Josi

New Jersey Devils:

Nico Hischier

New York Islanders:

Mat Barzal

Anthony Beauvillier

Anders Lee

New York Rangers:

Chris Kreider

Philadelphia Flyers:

Everyone

Pittsburgh Penguins:

Anthony Angello

Sidney Crosby

St. Louis Blues:

Vince Dunn

Justin Faulk

Colton Parayko

Toronto Maple Leafs:

Everyone

Vancouer Canucks:

Brock Boeser

Elias Petterson

Jake Virtanen

Quinn Hughes

Chris Tanev

Jacob Markstrom

[ao3feed-hockey]

theres a first time for everything

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/342FW8b

by nottylerseguin

Neither of them said much, but neither of them needed to. It was an unspoken agreement, for Roope's pride's sake, that they were totally fucking doing that again.

aka hintzkanen pwp because i was bored

Words: 1198, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Miro Heiskanen, Roope Hintz

Relationships: Miro Heiskanen/Roope Hintz

Additional Tags: First Time, Penetration, so ooc for them, mainly self indulgent but also written partially for hintzkanen on twitter love u bud, u literally motivate me to write them, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/342FW8b