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cellythefloshie · 7 days

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Summary: Anders doesn't shy away from a hookup, not even while you're on your period. Kinks & Tropes: menstruation, use of feminine hygiene products (menstrual cup), oral sex, blood, porn without plot, friends with benefits/situationship Word Count: 2k+ Inspired by this gif set.

Choking you in the back of your throat was something caught between a moan and a sigh. It sat there, suffocating what wouldn’t have been your last breath as the warmth of Ander’s kiss blossomed over your shirt. Your mind dizzied at the feeling of his large hands on either side of your waist, pushing up the thin fabric so you could feel his lips against the delicate flesh just above the button of your jeans. And it was there the sound finally escaped you. It was a pathetic, disappointed sigh as you threw your head back against the pillows of your bed. You had to stop him there.

“Everything okay?” Anders muttered against your flesh, refusing to draw away, even as your hands left his hair to cover your face with both hands.

“Define okay.” You tensed at your own words, your body near trembling at the way his lips dragged over your skin as he spoke.

Physically, you felt more than okay. Your heart was racing in the depths of your chest, and your skin was heated in all the best ways from what you were sure was almost thirty minutes of kissing and grinding. Your hormones were going wild. Demanding to be fucked, to feel the pleasure of release - a release that Anders could so pathetically give you with nothing more than the touch of his fingers against your clit. It was enough to leave you reeling, your body so desperate for more. But you wouldn’t let yourself have it.

You couldn’t.

There were so many things you had told yourself you wouldn’t do - including having Anders come over at all - but your will was weak, but it had to be strong now. It couldn’t go any further than it had already. Not when the only thing you should have inside you was the menstrual cup you had inserted seconds before he was knocking at your front door.

If he was your boyfriend, maybe it would be different. Maybe then the prospect of him touching you the way you wanted to be touched wouldn’t make you cringe. But he was just a guy you fucked. He didn’t sign up for that-

“Did I do something?” Anders pressed when your silence hung heavily in the room.

You could feel his fingers stroking over your hit bone, leaving your head dizzy with lust. Maybe he could- NO, no. There would be no compromise. You had to tell him the truth, walk him to the door and wait for him to text you. But the text wouldn’t come because you were sure he would be completely disgusted by even the prospect of fucking you while you were on your period.

“I should have told you, so you didn’t have to drive all the way down here,” you sighed, and you could feel the heat of your cheeks as they turned pink with embarrassment, “but I’m on my period-”

Anders didn’t move. He just lay there, his body between your legs and chin resting over your stomach that once ached with the cramps of your menstruation, but only now ached for more. More pleasure. More of him. He seemed unphased - or maybe even petrified. But then his pale gaze rose, and you watched as the corners of his lips curled up into a devilish grin.

“And?” was all he asked you, his hot breath washing over the exposed flesh of your stomach.

Your core clenched.

“And…” you swallowed hard, your mouth going dry.

You were sure he would have recoiled away from you the moment you told him. But he wasn’t running… yet. Shutting your eyes tight, your hands reached out and gripped at the flimsy fabric of your sheets. You gripped them so tight you thought you might tug the sheet corners off the mattress as you tried to muster every ounce of restraint that you could. Yet, you were failing - fumbling over every word as it fell from your tongue. “And I’m so fucking horny the room is spinning, but that’s not your problem.”

You bit your lip hard, the pressure a distraction from the chaos in your mind as you waited for the weight of his body to shift on the bed. Your eyes remained shut, and your grip on the sheets remained so tight you finally felt one corner RubberBand away from the mattress, snapping only a few inches before it stilled. But that was the only movement you felt until the slow drag of finger tips tickled over your flesh. Then, the button of your jeans flicked open with nothing more than his thumb and forefinger and it left you gasping, shooting upright as if you were on the very verge of death and you had suddenly found life again.

“What are you doing?” you gasped, eyes wide and your hair falling down into your face from the sudden forward motion of your body.

“What I came here to do.”

You choked on the very air you were meant to breathe.

“Anders,” was all you could manage from your lips as his hand sprawled over your stomach, his warm touch keeping you from scrambling out of bed at the mere thought of him between your legs.

“You’re acting like this doesn’t happen to you every month,” his words were laced with a laugh as he looked up at you, still laying between your legs, his face a little too close to the hem of your panties for you to relax back onto the bed.

“This doesn’t happen to me every month,” you spoke pointedly. You did your best to schedule your dick appointments around your period, not during, but your own desperation had failed you.

“You’re right,” he hummed, still unmoving save for his finger that stroked over the waistband of your panties slowly, “you never call me for an entire week every month. You don’t text either. You just hide away from me, alone, so fucking horny the room spins.”

You want to slap him for saying that, but all you could do was lay there, slack jawed and in awe that he was still there, toying with you.

“You’re not grossed out?” your nose wrinkled as you asked the question.

He shook his head simply in response, his hands gripping at your tight jeans that had been your only sense of security. He tore them away so effortlessly that your stomach leapt up into your throat, leaving you laying in bed in front of him in your shirt and panties almost awkwardly.

You felt far from sexy, your stomach bloated to the point of the impression of your jeans being left behind. And that wasn’t the only part of you that felt bubbled up like a balloon. Your face physically hurt from the zit you had tried to conceal, but you were sure the makeup had become wiped away from the sloppy kisses that you could still feel across your face. But his smile continued to reassure you as his hand dragged down over the angle of your hip to rest over your pelvis so that his thumb pressed firm against your clit.

You whimpered.

Anders smiled.

“I can grab a towel,” he offered, and you shook your head quickly.

“No, no,” you breathed out. “I’m going to come so pathetically fast we won’t need it. I’ll just blow you after…”

It was an offer you knew he couldn’t reuse, his bright eyes seeming to become even brighter as his thumb moved in slow circles that left you feeling like a jack-in-a-box ready to pop.

“You aren’t going to make a mess?” his brow quirked, and his tone gentle as he spoke to you. If he said it in any other tone, your stomach would have fallen and you would have recoiled away from him. But Anders was so careful, so gentle with his words, that you shook your head in response. You wouldn’t so much as lose a drop thanks to your menstrual cup. Your many nights of masturbation had taught you that, but a lump still formed in your throat as he spoke, “Good, so I can take these pretty panties off you.”

The thin cotton dragged down the length of your legs as he pulled it from you. You could feel the warmth and security of it inching away. Down, down,down, until it was left to rest around one of your ankles. Then, all you could feel was Anders. The pad of his thumb pressed into your clit as it moved in lazy circles. The warmth of his breath as he lay too close to your cunt for your mind to be put at ease - that was, if you could manage a single thought. His touch put the spinning of the room to shame. You felt as if your body was in full motion as you lay there on the bed, your only movement the rise and fall of your hips to meet the movement of his hand.

He gave you no time to worry about the smell, or the mess that could happen if, somehow, your menstrual cup dislodged from the depths of your cunt. The pleasure of his touch forced every intrusive thought away. You felt only Anders, not the bed beneath you. You felt the heat of pleasure and his breath. Your core clenched, a soft moan consuming you as your hips rolled - only to whimper as his thumb was suddenly gone and in its place searing hot wetness that left you gasping.

Anders had delved right into you, his mouth coming down on your slit in a sloppy, heated kiss that left your legs trembling around his ears.

You cursed under your breath, his name all you could manage in an attempt to challenge him. But he silences you, his hands wrapping around your legs to pull himself in deeper. His nose dragged against your clit, his mouth feasting on your pleasure, and it left you reeling against the mattress. Your every breath was a symphony that filled the room, your moans growing louder and louder as the feeling of his slick tongue gliding through your core.

It should have made you sick - it should have made him sick too - to taste you. To have his face buried so fully between your thighs, but it only left your mind to spiral as you ground your cunt against his mouth. Your hands lurched out, knitting into his hair to help guide him as you remembered that night so long ago in New Jersey. That night he had skated past his bench, his white away jersey and his face so covered in the bright red crimson of blood. It had covered him from nose to chin. There had been so much of it you could see it on his teeth as he smiled and on his tongue as he so wildly stuck out his tongue like Gene Simmons at a KISS concert. The same tongue that was between your legs, feeling as your core flexed through an orgasm that left you moaning so hard your throat was left raw.

Not a single mess was made, save for the saliva that dripped off your clit and coated the inside of your thighs as he drew back, that same wild smile you had remembered on his features as he pulled away from you. And it left you so eager to return the favor that you didn’t let yourself recover. Scrambling up, your hand found his shoulders, pushing him back to stand up at the end of the bed.

“Take your pants off.” Your words were an order, your hands quick to help him as you dropped to your knees. Your breathing was heavy, your mind still in a daze of need, as you dropped to your knees with every intention of making him cum with the embrace of your tongue, but if he insisted, after the magic he worked with his tongue, you were no longer opposed to letting him fuck you.

Taglist: @mp0625 , @starshine-hockey-girl

#anders lee #hockey rpf #hockey imagines #nhl rpf #hockey smut #nhl smut #nhl fanfic #nhl fanfiction #;; { i have no business writing this }#;; { but i needed a distraction }#;; { and senseless smut seemed like the route to go }#;; { i could have gotten a lot more disgusting with this but i kept it tame for you guys }#reader insert

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