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𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄, 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 ─ MK²³ AM³⁴

TRACK 9 ─── GUILTY AS SIN?

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౨ৎ ─ summary | your high-school sweetheart versus the rookie, who are you choosing?

─ word count | 3.5k

─ warnings | NSFW under the cut! read at your own discretion. lots and lots of very naughty thoughts, p in v, rough sex, thinking of a diff person while being with another, loveless/one-sided relationship, masturbation (girl's DOWN BAD), pretty much nothin else?

─ ev's notes | YAYAYAYA, FINALLY A HOCKEY FIC FOR MY HOCKEY GIRLIES STARRING THE BEST MAN KNIESSS!!!! oh and auston <3

YOU FORCED A SMILE AS Auston pulled you closer into his chest, looking out to the camera's lens, your stomach twisting in anxiety at the sight.

The Leaf's had won the game by a startling 8 points, the whole stadium practically jumping with excitement. You practically feel the excitement from the fans as it reverberated through the air. The roar of the crowd was deafening, blending with the pulsating music and flashing lights of the stadium.

You tried to match Auston's enthusiasm, but underneath the forced smile, a whirlwind of emotions churned within you. Being thrust into the spotlight alongside Auston Matthews, the star player of the Toronto Maple Leafs, was both exhilarating and overwhelming.

As his girlfriend, you were no stranger to the attention that came with dating a professional athlete, but it was harder than people thought. You were just a trophy wife to the fans, his high-school sweetheart ─ to them, you were just Auston's girlfriend, no substance or individuality of your own. People assumed they knew everything about you simply because of your association with him, but the truth was far more complex.

You glanced up Auston, his eyes shining with triumph as he waved to the cheering crowd. Despite the victory, his expression was tinged with something else, something you couldn't quite decipher. Was it relief? Satisfaction? Or perhaps a hint of exhaustion from the intense game?

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed the cameras flashing around you, capturing every moment of celebration. But amidst the chaos, Auston's hand found yours, grounding you slightly.

As the crowd's cheers gradually subsided, Auston leaned in close, his voice barely audible over the residual hum of excitement. "Relax,"

You couldn't help but furrow your eyebrows at his words as you swallowed, averting your gaze from your boyfriend. That was all he could manage to say?

You just bit your lip, continuing to smile for the cameras before it was eventually time to leave for the afterparty. The car ride was silent like usual, barely exchanging any small talk before you eventually reached the club they were going to.

Auston opened your door and you wrapped your arm around his as you walked into the club, not even bothering to get in line ─ you were quickly ushered past the velvet ropes by the bouncers, who recognized Auston immediately. The pulsing music and dimly lit ambiance of the club enveloped you as you made your way to the VIP section, surrounded by a sea of faces, each one eager for a glimpse of the hockey star in their midst.

You plastered on a smile, nodding politely at the occasional well-wisher who approached, but inside, your mind was elsewhere. Eventually, Auston left you to go greet some of his friends as you sat at the bar, twirling your straw in your fingers.

That's how it always went ─ pose for the cameras, plaster on a fake smile and then when all the cameras were turned off, Auston's attention was elsewhere. It happened so often, you didn't even manage to be hurt by it anymore, that feeling had faded away long ago.

Sometimes you wonder where it all went wrong, or even if it was wrong.

You'd been with Auston since you were both fifteen years old, you remember the exact moment it had happened. Auston had harboured a crush on you since middle school and he'd been trying to prove himself worthy of you since then, Auston had always loved a challenge, and you were certainly that.

It was fun, and exciting and new all at the same time. When he eventually asked you out, he'd wore you down (but he knew you enjoyed his persistence), you'd accepted the offer with a smirk.

As time went on, your relationship with Auston became a whirlwind of highs and lows, victories and defeats, but always with him at the center of your world. You'd finished your school in Toronto, where he eventually got drafted. You supported him through his hockey career, celebrating every goal, every win, and comforting him through every loss and he did the same with your academic pursuits.

However, it felt different now. As the honeymoon phase had ended slowly, the excitement and the high slowly simmered down into nothing. You both still cared for each other deeply, of that there was no doubt, but it was as if you had grown comfortable, maybe too comfortable.

You found yourself longing for the passion and unpredictability that had defined the early days of your relationship, but it was nowhere to be found. You began to wonder if you had wasted all your youth on a dying relationship, if maybe it wasn't meant to be like everyone had always told you. And yet, the mere thought of breaking up with Auston was almost inconceivable.

After all, you and Auston were the high school sweethearts of the Toronto Maple Leafs. Your relationship was celebrated by fans and media alike, held up as a shining example of young love in the spotlight. The pressure to maintain that image, to live up to the expectations placed upon you, weighed heavily on your shoulders.

You knew if you walked away, you would be crucified ─ you had already been labeled as a gold digger to some, and and leaving Auston would only fuel those rumors further. The thought of and the thought of adding "heartbreaker" to the list of labels attached to your name was almost too much to bear. The scrutiny and judgment from fans, media, and even friends and family would be relentless.

The pressure to maintain the facade of a perfect relationship, even as cracks began to form beneath the surface, felt suffocating. You couldn't help but feel trapped, suffocated by the expectations placed upon you by the public, by the media, and even by Auston himself. He relied on you to be his rock, his constant source of support in a world that often felt chaotic and overwhelming.

How could you possibly abandon him now, when he needed you more than ever?

However, there was one thing ─ or more specifically, person ─ who kept you sane in your world of pressure and expectations.

"Are you good?"

His voice snapped you from your thoughts, your gaze shifting to his blue eyes. His lips were curved into an amused smile and soon, your expression mirrored as he took a seat next to you.

"Hey, Matty." The nickname fell off your tongue so perfectly, so sweetly, you almost tasted it. His gaze lingered on your face as he chuckled, ushering the bartender toward him.

"Hey yourself," Matthew replied, his voice warm and familiar. The tension that had been weighing on your shoulders seemed to ease in his presence, replaced by a sense of ease.

As Matthew ordered a drink from the bartender, you couldn't help but steal a glance at him. His easy smile, his relaxed demeanor ─ everything about him felt like a breath of fresh air in the suffocating world.

"Did you like watching the game?" He asked, his tone amused as you let out a groan. He knew how you felt about hockey, and he never missed an opportunity to tease you about it.

"You know me too well," you replied with a laugh, shaking your head. "I think I'll leave the hockey to you and Auston."

"It'll grow on ya," he responded as he took a sip of his drink. It'd been almost a decade, you're sure it won't grow on you now.

However, it was slightly more bearable now that you had someone other than Auston to cheer for. "Maybe,"

"Hey, wanna go get some actual food? There's a pretty good cafe down the street, I'm craving some waffles." Matthew's voice came out soft as he glanced toward you, a sweet smile playing on his lips.

"Waffles? It's almost one in the morning, you sure they're still open?" You responded, an amused tone in your voice.

Matthew shrugged, his smile widening. "Only one way to find out, right? And even if they're closed, we can always find somewhere else to grab a bite."

You nodded as you quickly downed your drink, feeling the burning sensation go down your throat easily. You put down Auston's card on the table before you followed Matthew out of the bar and into the cool night air. The streets were quiet, the noise of the city faded into the background as the two of you walked side by side.

As you made your way towards the cafe, you couldn't help but steal glances at Matthew out of the corner of your eye. There was something about him, something that made you feel alive in a way you hadn't felt in a long time.

Matthew's hand subtly moved to your hip, pulling you closer to his chest as you felt your breath hitched. You looked up at the younger brunette with a smile, only to met with a cocky smirk. You just scoffed as you shook your head, a nervous laugh leaving your lips.

He squeezed your hip, sending a shiver down your spine as his touch ignited a warmth within you. Despite the coolness of the night air, you felt a heat spreading through your body, fueled by the electricity of his touch.

As you walked together, the distance between you seemed to shrink with each step, until you were practically pressed against each other, the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

Matthew's smirk only widened at your reaction, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear.

"Can't resist me, huh?" he teased, his voice low and husky.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn't suppress the flutter of excitement that danced in your chest at his proximity. "Oh please," you retorted, trying to sound nonchalant despite the rapid beating of your heart.

"How would Auston feel about you gettin' all cozy with me, huh?"

The mention of your boyfriend made you snap your eyes open, sending him a glare. You let out a laugh at his audacity, shaking your head. But as you glanced up at Matthew, his gaze unwavering despite your glare, you couldn't help but feel a sense of recklessness stirring within you.

Maybe it was the late hour, or the adrenaline coursing through your veins, but the idea of breaking free from the constraints of your public image was undeniably tempting.

"Maybe Auston needs a little reminder that he's not the only one who can keep me on my toes," you quipped, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.

Matthew's smirk widened at your words, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes.

"I think I can handle that," he replied, his voice low and husky. You laughed as he kept his gaze on you, his blue eyes never leaving yours. "He'd beat my ass, you know? For getting all close with his girl."

"Do you care?" The question rolled off your tongue with a hint of defiance.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he met your gaze head-on. "Not really," he admitted, his voice steady despite the intensity of the moment. "I mean, he's not all that."

"Oh come on," you laughed as he shrugged again, laughter leaving his lips as well. "Really?"

"Oh absolutely, I can take him." Matthew shrugged as if it was really nothing, as if Auston wasn't the damn captain of his team.

You felt your stomach twist in something you hadn't felt in a while as you bit your lips, the thought of someone fighting for you was very thrilling. Auston never really bothered ─ he always knew he had you in his pocket, forever (in his mind, really) and he'd only gotten relatively jealousy in the early days of your relationship. You were sure that the mere thought of you leaving him had never even crossed him mind, it was as if you were branded by him.

As you walked alongside Matthew, his casual demeanor and confidence in the face of Auston's status as the team captain sent a thrill coursing through you. It was a stark contrast to the complacency you had grown accustomed to in your relationship with Auston ─ the sense that he took you for granted, secure in the knowledge that you would always be by his side, not even realizing he's losing you with each passing moment.

And as the two of you arrived at the cafe, the scent of waffles and coffee enveloping you in a warm embrace, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn the night had taken.

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Auston's cock drove into you roughly as he pushed your head further into the counter, echoing moans leaving with each deep thrust. Your eyes were shut as his head fell back in pleasure, the feeling your tight cunt bringing him pure bliss.

However, your mind was anywhere but on him. As you shut your eyes, you kept visualizing Matthew's dark features ─ his dark blue eyes, his chiseled jaw and the way he gripped you closely, the way Auston used to. You felt guilty but you couldn't help it, you truly couldn't.

"Oh, fuck." Auston's voice ran out but you quickly drowned it out, letting out your own moans.

You kept imagining it; Matthew's hand instead of his, his cock driving into you instead of his, and especially his sweet and reassuring voice instead of Auston's silence. And instead of you being bent over the edge of your kitchen counter, you were facing his pretty face as he fucked you.

"Oh my god," you didn't even know what you muttering at this point. "Fuck, please, please make me cum," your whines made Auston push your head further into the counter, his thrusts becoming deeper as he panted above you.

The image kept repeating in your mind; Matthew's sweaty face above yours as he fucked into you, his thrusts more meaningful but just as deep.

A few more deep thrusts and you were cumming, hard ─ you were sure that this was the best orgasm you'd had in a while, maybe even ever (that was probably the high talking). Before you could scream Matthew's name, your hand covered your mouth. You were crying out in pure pleasure, not a thought in your pretty little head except for Matthew and his cock.

You weren't sure when Auston had came in you because the next thing you know, his large chest is collapsing on top of your back. His beard scratched your neck as he pulled you out of your fantasy, your stomach twisting in a familiar sense of annoyance. Auston kept pressing prickly kisses on your shoulders and neck as you sighed, pushing up to the counter so he could get off.

Auston pulled out slowly as you winced, feeling the cum drip down your legs as you started thinking straight again. He turned you around for a sloppy, quick kiss before he pulled away with a smile, his hand cupping yours.

"Was it that good, baby?" Auston laughed as he took in your disheveled appearance. "I haven't heard you scream like that in a while, I missed it."

"Yeah," you let out breathlessly as you subtly shifted out of his embrace. "I feel sticky, I'm gonna go shower."

"Great, I'm gonna head to the gym. You makin' dinner?" He called out as you began walking away, that sense of annoyance still in your veins. "I miss your cooking, you know."

"If you were here more often, maybe you wouldn't miss it so much." You didn't mean for your voice to come out so bitter but it did, and it of course didn't go past Auston. "I'll make dinner," you quickly added you turned to meet Auston's irritated expression.

"I thought I fucked all the bitchiness out of you," he spoke with a hint of annoyance, his brows furrowing as he regarded you with frustration.

You bristled at his comment, the resentment simmering beneath the surface threatening to boil over.

"I'm sorry," you replied, your voice tinged with exhaustion. "I guess I'm just tired of feeling like I'm always the one waiting around for you."

Auston's expression softened slightly at your words, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. "I know I haven't been around as much as I should," he admitted, his voice tinged with remorse. "But you know how important hockey is to me."

But what about me? Aren't I supposed to be important, too? "I know. It's okay, I'll make dinner."

"Great, baby. We'll talk when I get home, I love you," Auston's voice came out soft, his words a mixture of reassurance and affection.

But as he leaned in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling of dissatisfaction that lingered in the pit of your stomach. You watched as he left the apartment, your legs still shaky from your previous activities that now left you hollow.

After your hot shower, your mind kept lingering to Matthew. His beautiful face and his scent sent you into insanity, almost. With trembling hands, you reached for your towel, wrapping it around your body as you tried to push aside the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

But no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself, the image of Matthew's smile and the warmth of his touch seemed to haunt you, drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

As you stood in front of the mirror, your reflection stared back at you, a silent witness to the turmoil raging within. You couldn't deny the pull you felt towards Matthew, the way he made you feel alive in a way you hadn't felt in years.

But the thought of betraying Auston, of breaking the vows you had made to him all those years ago, filled you with a sense of guilt and shame. You had built a life together, a life that seemed so perfect on the surface, and the idea of tearing it apart was almost inconceivable.

But was it, really inceivable? Was it really that bad? Was it really so terrible to want something more, something that fulfilled you in a way that Auston never could?

And as you thought about Matthew, about the way he made you feel alive and seen in a way Auston never had, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was something more out there for you.

The thought of Matthew made you feel hot again, feeling the familiar sense of desire in the pit of your stomach. You let out a sigh as you fell back on your bed, your head falling back as you shut your eyes and began imagining him. The doubt slowly dissipated to the back of your mind as your hand began sliding down your thighs, down to your folds and to your sore cunt.

You knew your fingers could never fulfil you like Matthew's could've, not to mention his cock. Your head fell back as you reenacted what you thought he would do to you right here, your legs beginning to shake.

"Yes, Matty," you whimpered as you felt tears began to form in the wrinkles of your eyes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, please."

You could never get enough of Matthew and his beauty, it wasn't just in his physical appearance, though that was undeniable. It was in the way he made you feel alive, the way his presence sparked a fire within you that had long been dormant.

You couldn't get enough of him, couldn't quench the thirst that burned within you for his touch, his affection, his love. He was like a drug, addictive and all-consuming, and no matter how hard you tried to resist, you found yourself craving him more and more with each passing day.

Your fingers began moving deeper and quicker, as you kept drawing closer to the edge faster at the mere thought of Matthew. "Matty, please. Fuck, please," your whines were loud, they echoed through the walls of your room as your back arched.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuck," you cried out as you came for the second time that night to only the mere thought of Matthew touching you. This was a new-time record, no one has ever made you cum this hard and you managed to do it with just a thought.

Your chest rose and fell with each breath that you took, trying to regain your consciousness. And the more you began to think about the mess that you inherently had created, the less you cared about the outcome. You couldn't spend the rest of your life with someone who you no longer truly loved, the way you did with Matthew.

The thought of continuing on in a loveless marriage, trapped in a cycle of routine and obligation, filled you with a sense of sorrow and anxiety. You wanted to choose yourself, for once in your entire life, you wanted to be selfish.

You wanted him, all of him. His presence, his touch, his love ─ it was like a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty, a beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounded you. And as you lay there, lost in your thoughts, a sense of determination coursed through your veins.

You chose him, no matter how terrible they'd treat you.

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huggybearluvr · 5 months

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chatty cathy | am34

summary: After a harsh break-up you move to Toronto to be closer to your older brother. However, after many sleepless lonely nights in your new apartment your brother notices your changed persona and insist you come on a roadie with him to L.A.

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After you opened up to your older brother about how you've been feeling lonely he insisted you join him on a roadie to get out of your apartment.

You agreed, However you didn't expect to be sat at a bar in L.A beside his teammate and bestfriend.

Mitch had spent the night running between teammates and yourself rambling on and on about anything and everything.

"He can really talk can't he?" Auston laughed as Mitch ran off to the next group to ramble on some more.

"That he can," You joined in laughing, "When we were little he would talk himself to sleep."

"No fucking way," Auston said laughing even harder.

"Now thanks to that fucker, I can't sleep without some kind of noise or someone with me," You said, slightly opening up.

"I don't mean to be nosy or anything but Mitch told me you came with us because you've been lonely?"

"Yeah, My Ex and I broke up six months ago," You sighed looking down at your glass.

"Are you not over him?" He asked.

"No I definitly am, I broke up with him," You said now looking to meet Auston's eyes.

"So then it would be okay for me to ask you on a date, when we get back to Toronto?"

"I think I would like that very much," You smiled, over at the hockey player.

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sc0tters · 10 months

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More Than Once | Auston Matthews

summary: when Mitch’s engagement party turns a little bit hot Auston has the perfect way of keeping everything cool.

request: yes/no

warnings: mature scenes, p in v, oral (fem and m receiving), soft choking? Swearing.

word count: 2.58k

authors note: this took me four days to write but nevertheless it is here! One of my friends recently had a birthday and this is what she asked for. I’m still very much alive but I’m gonna go back to looking at jersey sizing cause this shit has me lost for days.

That little dress you were wearing was a sight for sore eyes.

It was a silver bodycon that had your boobs looking like they were the best thing there.

Which is why Austons eyes barely left you "Auston you remember my sister y/n?" Mitch's voice pulled the boy away from his gaze.

You were talking to Steph who smiled seeing the boys staring at you "she's all grown up." Auston pointed out as he swirled his drink in his glass.

What he didn't expect was that you two would make your way over to them grinning and all "what are you two talking about?" Steph enquired as she kissed her now fiancés lips.

The party was to celebrate their engagement "about you being all grown up." Mitch teased his sister as he ruffled his hand through your hair.

You groaned as you reached up to hit him "Mitch!" You complained as you swatted his hand away from you.

Steph enjoyed seeing how you were with your brother "why don't we go get some drinks?" She proposed as she had seen the way you looked at Auston and how he looked at you.

Thankfully Mitch didn't seem to notice that "yeah sure," he simply sent you a smile before he walked away leaving you alone with his teammate.

What he didn't know was that it was probably going to be his worst decision ever "you're looking good princess." Auston confessed as he tapped the chair next to him.

You could never say no to him, not when you were a senior in high school, not when you first met him, never.

So you listened and sent him a smile as you found yourself sat on the chair next to him "how so?" You furrowed your eyebrows as you wanted to hear him say it.

Auston let out a laugh as his arm wrapped around the back of your chair "you're all grown up now." You didn't miss the way his eyes trailed down your body letting his tongue dance over his lower lip when his eyes got to your boobs.

A smirk was present in your face "not Mitch's baby sister anymore?" You teased as that was what he used to call you before you went to college.

He nodded as the song that blared over the speakers changed into a faster paced song "I love this one!" You gasped as you chugged the rest of your drink before you got up.

As your hand reached out for his Auston couldn't help it when his eyes went wide "I don't dance princess," he shook his head as your lips formed into a pout "please," you elongated the final vowel.

When you realised that it wasn't going to work you let out a sigh "I'll just go dance with Knies." You weren't an idiot, you knew that the younger boy liked you.

The comment seemed to push the button that you wanted to as Auston got up "lead the way then princess." He grumbled as he let his hand wrap around your waist as he sent Matthew a glare.

You couldn't help it when you let out a giggle "'s too easy with you," you cooed as the boy spun you around on the dance floor.

His lips were pressed together like he was holding something back "cat got your tongue Matthews?" You tilted your up as you sent him a smirk.

Auston hated how you seemed to know just what he was thinking as your lower lip got caught between your teeth "gotta behave," his voice was almost warning you like he wanted you to stop doing all this to him.

Your smile was deadly "but where is the fun in that?" You batted your eyelashes as he threw his head back.

The hockey player let his hands rest on your hips not caring that Mitch was in earshot "making it so hard to not drag you into the bathroom right now." He grumbled as he dropped his head to your ear.

It was cruel as you wrapped your hands around his arms "how do you know that I don't want that too?" You mumbled as you kissed the lobe of his ear.

That moment made a switch change in his head "you two okay?" Mitch asked as he thought you were looking a little light.

Auston smiled, here was his chance "y/n isn't feeling well so I am gonna take her home." You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to figure out what he was talking about.

As his hand squeezed your waist you let out a cough "sorry Mitchy," you apologised as you finally caught up.

Mitch smiled as he looked at the two of you "you're such a friend bro, thanks for looking out for her." He patted the boys shoulder as he turned to you "get some sleep?" He sighed unaware of how you were putting this act on.

You forced a smile onto your lips "I'll see you tomorrow," you gave your brother a hug before you watched him leave.

Auston placed a kiss on your forehead "your place or mine?" He asked as he looked down to see the sparkle in your eye "yours baby." You whined as you squeezed his hand.

He smiled as he ran his tongue over his teeth "lead the way baby." He mumbled as he locked his hand with yours smiling as you pushed through the crowd of people.

Auston's apartment was on the penthouse floor and with you guys being in that elevator with one of his neighbours was torture.

The way Auston smiled as he dug his fingers into your hip as he continued to mumble sweet things into your ear "don't be so cruel princess." He groaned as his hand shook trying to open the front door to his apartment as your lips never left his neck.

You smiled continuing what you were doing "c'mere," Auston squeezed your chin between his fingers as he pulled you towards him when he unlocked his door.

His hands went back to your waist as he pushed you against his door "finally have you all to myself," he murmured as his hands traveled down to cup your ass.

A groan left your lips giving him the chance to let his tongue fight with yours "you're so needy princess," Auston grinned as you frowned when he moved away "wanna fuck you properly in bed." He confessed as he ran his fingers over your lips.

Tension built in your chest as wetness pooled in your panties "Knies would have had me in his bed coming already." You still had some strange desire to push his buttons.

Austons hand wrapped around your wrist as his eyes darkened "gonna regret you ever said that." He warned as he tugged you towards his bedroom.

The zipper of your dress was quickly tugged down as you walked out of your dress "you're so pretty," Auston cooed as your body hit his bed.

He lifted your leg to his face "such a pretty girl," he added as he kissed your ankle before he undid your heel.

You sat back up as your fingers hooked into his shorts "want to make you feel so good," you whined as you were met with his bulge.

Auston groaned as he watched you kitten lick the tip of his dick "don't tease me," he locked his hand in your hair as he made it into a makeshift ponytail.

It didn't take you long to listen as you swirled his cock around your tongue "fuck baby keep doing that." You dropped to your knees as he let his head fall back.

The hockey player truly didn't think he was going to last long as he could feel your eyes on him "so good princess so good." He groaned as the sound of your mouth gurgling as his cock hit the back of your throat "shit baby," he continued totally unaware of how you were currently grinding your hips against his shoe.

There was something about his grunts that turned you on even more, and short of running your fingers over your clit repeatedly this was the next best thing. So you let the lacy fabric of your thong and the smooth leather of his shoe work together to get you close. Auston didn't notice until you let out this moan because you were just as close as he was "such a naughty girl." He tsked his tongue as his eyes shot open locking with your own.

A smirk formed on your lips as you hollowed your cheeks out "I'm not letting you get away that easily." Auston shook his head as he gripped your hair harder to help you stop "on your feet princess." As your lips broke away from his cock he couldn't help but feel his legs turn to jelly when a trail of your saliva stuck to his cock.

You used your thumb to wipe away some of the spit that had landed in your chin as you stuck it back into your mouth letting him see how you looked sucking his cock "your brother would die if he knew how naughty you were." Austons point made your cheeks turn red.

He kissed your lips as he pushed the two of you back onto his bed. You were unaware when his hand trailed between you two letting him finally feel how soaked you were "this all for me pretty girl?" Auston asked as he let his two fingers tease your hole "only for you baby." You confessed pushing your head deeper into the mattress giving him access to your neck.

Auston had you in a position that had you feeling at your most vulnerable yet you were somehow so comfortable “you sure you want this princess?” He smiled as he placed needy kisses along your jawline.

There was that gentleman that your mother seemed to fall in love with when you were younger. It was the way Auston always came over with flowers whenever he was invited to the family house by Mitch “more than anything.” You whimpered when his hands slid up your waist “please Aus.” You begged as you reached up to cup his face.

The hockey player let out a chuckle “gotta go get a condom before I fuck you raw.” His breath fanned your neck when he bit your earlobe.

Your moan hit the walls as he got up watching when you pulled your bra off of your arms “someone’s impatient,” Auston teased as you smiled “tired of waiting.” You confessed thighs slick with anticipation clenching together.

It didn’t take him long to get back to you “you’re so big,” you cooed as he rolled the latex material over his cock.

You lay down when he leaned forward to kiss you “my pretty little girl,” he smirked as he let his cock tease your clit before he thrusted inside of you “god.” You groaned as you adjusted to his size.

Nails dug into his arm when he looked down at your scrunched up face “knew you were always obsessed with me.” Auston’s witty comment would had you rolling your eyes but you were so desperate to not let him stop making you feel so good “just there.” His hands cupped your thighs bringing your legs over his shoulders.

The new angle had your eyes falling back as you slapped your hand over your mouth “no baby,” the hockey player tsked his tongue “want hear how good I’m making you feel.” His head dropped to the nape of your neck causing you to gasp at how flexible he was making you.

Your body shuddered when your hands fisted the sheets “making me feel so fucking good.” You clenched around him as his lips moved back to yours.

The kisses were messy as his teeth clashed with yours “‘m not gonna last much longer if you continue to do that.” Auston warned as you did it again making him groan “think Knies could fuck you like this?” He asked as he propped himself with his hand softly wrapping around your neck placing this ever so light pressure on your throat “so…so good,” your brain had practically turned to mush as you wrapped your hand around his arm.

Auston cooed as he licked his lips “gonna need an answer from you baby.” He softly squeezed your throat as he smirked.

Tears had formed in your eyes as you feared that he was going to leave you “please let me come.” You begged letting your other hand slide between the two of you as you began to rub your clit.

The hockey player had to admit that he had thought about you in this position. He had seen the pictures of you in recent years whilst you were in college and you had well and truly grown into this gorgeous young woman.

Auston was just happy to see you like this in the flesh “let it go baby.” That was all you needed to hear as your eyelids had these white specks of light dancing around them when your face looked as though you had eaten a lemon “fuck…shit…f-f-uck me wow!” You gasped as you hit your high.

What you didn’t expect was that Auston was going to fuck you through it as your moans and clenching around him spurred on an orgasm of his own “that’s it baby.” He threw his head back as his hands grip softened around your throat “so fucking good.” Auston murmured as he pulled out of you letting his lips kiss yours as your legs dropped to either side of him “so fucking good.

the next morning

Your eyes shot open as you realised that you were in a foreign bedroom "morning doll." Austons voice was guttural as he let his breath fan the shell of your ear.

It made you clench your thighs together as you were reminded of how it felt against him last night "I should get going." You were lying to yourself as you simply assumed that Auston regretted it now that he was awake.

The reasoning that ran through your head made sense to you, you were Mitch's younger sister. That was all you were ever meant to be to Auston. Being the girl in his bed was never meant to be on the cards for you.

But when your comment made him laugh you realised he might have thought of you differently "you sure about that princess?" He asked as he placed kisses against your neck letting them go down your arm.

You felt like the universe was looking down at you trying to tease you as it dangled pure pleasure in front of you "y-yeah I... no I'm not." You stuttered out when your head dug into the pillow at the feeling of his lips on your knee. Resting between your legs, his eyes never left you as he continued sending those strings of kisses down the inside of your thighs making sure that they were both equally loved.

Auston couldn't help but smile when your face scrunched up letting your hooded eyes flutter as you thrusted your hips towards him.

His laugh bounced off of the walls as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties "let's make this morning a good one then." Auston knew you'd be back for more.

And it was only going to be a matter of time until you knew it too.

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misshoneyimhome · 3 months

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Omg pleaseeee Don’t Blame Me - “For you, I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind.” With Auston Matthews

Babe, say no more 😉🤍

You know, this idea actually popped into my head a while back for a potential series, but I never got around to writing it down… 🙃 Anyway, I thought it might fit this prompt, even though it doesn't contain all the details 😉

Just to give you a heads up, though, the plot is mainly about cheating, which might not be everyone's cup of tea... but you know, it definitely adds some drama to the story! 🔥

I hope you enjoy it 🤍

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Short summary; When, you, the poised wife of a hockey executive encounter the star forward of the Toronto Maple Leafs, your attraction sparks a tumultuous affair. However, as you navigate secrecy and guilt, will you choose to embrace your forbidden love or face the consequences?

Warnings & tropes; Secret affair (cheating); briefly enemies to friends; friends to lovers; sexual content - unprotected sex (p in v);

Word count; 4.2K

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Don't Blame Me - Your Love Made Me Crazy I Auston Matthews 🖋️⚡️🔥

The cool air of the ice hockey arena surrounded you as you navigated through the busy corridors of the Scotiabank Arena. Dressed in a smartly tailored suit appropriate for your role as the wife of one of the investors for Maple Leaf Sports & Entertainment (MLSE), you projected an aura of confidence and sophistication. This was now your domain, where the game meant more than just a sport—it was a business, a passion, and a way of life.

However, amidst the crowd of players and staff, one figure stood out—Auston Matthews, the star forward of the Toronto Maple Leafs. His presence seemed to demand attention, his demeanour exuding a blend of determination and intensity that mirrored the game he played.

However, like many drama stories, your interactions with Auston began on a less than pleasant note.

In his eyes, you were nothing more than a wealthy socialite who had married into money, and he treated you with scepticism. Likewise, you saw him as an arrogant athlete whose focus rarely extended beyond the hockey rink.

And whenever you found yourselves in the same vicinity, the tension was palpable as the two of you exchanged wary glances, each assessing the other with thinly veiled suspicion.

"What are you doing here?" Auston inquired, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity as you crossed paths in the arena hallway.

You shifted uncomfortably under his scrutinising gaze, feeling defensive at the implied judgment in his question. "I'm here to support the team," you replied evenly, masking the irritation simmering beneath the surface.

Auston's lips curled into a smug smirk. "Ah, of course, because I'm sure you're a huge hockey fan," he retorted sarcastically, his words laced with disdain.

You felt a surge of indignation, his words implying more than just a casual insult, igniting a flame of resentment within you. "Surprisingly enough, some of us care about more than just the final score," you retorted sharply, your sarcasm thinly veiled.

Auston's smirk wavered, a flicker of surprise evident in his eyes. "Really?" he responded, his tone almost disbelieving. "And what exactly is it that you care about, apart from mingling with the players?"

You bristled at his dismissive tone, rejecting the notion that you were merely another wealthy socialite seeking amusement. "I actually hold a degree in sports psychology," you countered defiantly, a touch of defiance in your voice. "And I'm here to contribute my expertise to the team, whether you appreciate it or not."

Auston's demeanour softened slightly, a glimmer of genuine interest replacing his earlier scepticism. "Sports psychology, huh?" he pondered, his tone less mocking. "That's at least something."

And surprisingly, you resisted the temptation to roll your eyes at his thinly veiled compliment, opting instead to concentrate on the task at hand.

It was evident that many of your initial encounters with Auston had been less than ideal, and as he departed, leaving you standing in the hallway, you couldn’t help but scoff at the conceited forward.

Yet, fate had a peculiar way of intertwining lives. As you delved deeper into the nuances of sports psychology, armed with your education and expertise, Auston gradually began to take notice. He witnessed first-hand the subtle yet profound impact your insights had on the team's dynamics, and on their performance both on and off the ice.

And one evening, following an especially demanding practice session, Auston remained behind, his expression a blend of frustration and curiosity. "So, what's the deal with all this psychology stuff anyway?" he inquired, his tone more earnest than accusatory, as he joined you in the locker room while the others continued their workout in the fitness room.

You paused, deliberating your response before replying. "It's about understanding the mind, Auston. How it influences our performance, our reactions, our ability to collaborate as a team."

Auston raised an eyebrow, though he couldn't deny feeling intrigued. "And you actually think all that mumbo jumbo can help us win games?"

You couldn’t help but smile slightly, a flicker of amusement dancing in your eyes as you regarded the confident player before you. "I believe it can make a difference. Sometimes, it's not just about physical skills—it's about mental resilience, about finding that extra edge when it matters most."

Auston appeared to gradually grasp the significant role you had come to play for the team, offering you a simple nod before departing, leaving you to your work.

And as weeks passed, you found yourself engaging in more frequent and in-depth conversations with the player, as he began seeking your advice not only on the ice but also off it.

"Hey, uh, mind if I pick your brain for a bit?" he'd inquire, a sheepish grin playing at the corners of his mouth, meeting you in one of the small offices, unofficially designated for your use.

And amidst the whirlwind of strategy sessions and pre-game routines, an unexpected bond began to form— a bond that was an unspoken acknowledgment, a silent understanding that there was more to the connection between you and Auston than initially met the eye.

As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, your presence within the Leafs' inner circle became more prominent, and you found yourself deeply involved in the team's daily routines, from pre-game rituals to post-match analyses. And with each interaction, the bond between you and the players, including Auston, strengthened.

Yet, despite your efforts to maintain professionalism, your communication with Auston had a natural way to evolve into something more personal. You weren’t entirely sure why, but the Arizona boy simply had a knack for breaking down your defences and gradually entering your personal space. And you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed it.

For weeks, you shared laughter and began to build inside jokes, slowly blurring the lines between professionalism and friendship.

And, when Auston's banter veered into flirtation, it began to test the boundaries you had established. His playful remarks and charming smiles eroded the walls around your heart, tempting you to yield to the allure of something forbidden.

Yet, you remained resolute in your commitment to your marriage, brushing aside the enticing temptation that Auston represented. But beneath the mask of indifference, a storm brewed—a conflict between duty and desire, loyalty and longing.

And Auston, perspective as ever, began to detect the turmoil simmering within you, as he observed with sharp eyes as you navigated the delicate tightrope between professionalism and personal restraint. In those fleeting moments of vulnerability, he glimpsed the fissures in your facade, the unspoken yearning concealed beneath the surface.

Then one evening, the atmosphere at Mitch’s restaurant was vibrant and animated, the clinking of glasses and laughter echoing through the air as the team gathered for their post-game revelry. Auston felt drawn to you once more, his steps leading him to where you sat at the back of the room, encircled by the familiar faces of his teammates.

Taking a seat beside you, Auston's gaze lingered on you for a beat longer than usual, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that caught you off guard. "You know, you don't have to pretend with me," he gently whispered in your ear, his voice soft and sincere, so no one would hear.

You tensed at his words, the earnestness in his tone stirring something within you. "I'm not entirely sure what you're getting at," you responded, a touch of defensiveness creeping into your voice.

But Auston's gaze softened, his expression filled with empathy as he reached out to you. "I can see that you’re not happy y/n – that you’re trapped in a marriage that you don’t really want," he said gently. "You deserve to be with someone who wants you, who treats you good."

His words hung in the air, their weight sinking deep into your consciousness. For in Auston's eyes, you glimpsed a reflection of your own longings, mirrored back to you with striking clarity.

“You don’t understand…” you attempted to explain, your voice faltering as uncertainty clouded your mind.

“What don't I understand?” Auston probed, his gaze unwavering as he sought answers in your eyes.

“Marriages aren’t always simple…” you offered weakly, struggling to articulate the turmoil within your heart.

“I know, but there should still be love,” Auston countered, his voice resolute yet gentle.

“I do love him, Auston…” you insisted, the words tasting bitter as they left your lips.

But Auston didn't relent, his gaze piercing as he posed a question that struck at the heart of your conflict. “Are you sure? Then why do you feel attracted to me?”

The question lingered; its weight palpable between you. And for a moment, you grappled with a response, torn between the truth of your desires and the promises you had made.

But with a heavy heart, you instead rose from your seat, making a distance between you and Auston a painful reminder of the boundaries you dared not breach. And as you joined the captain a few paces away, the night progressed, the team's laughter and camaraderie serving as both a comfort and a poignant reminder of the unspoken connection that bound you and Auston.

A week later, you found yourself accompanying the team on the road, a suggestion made by the coaching staff who had recognised the importance of your insights, especially in the wake of several consecutive losses. With morale low, your role had become more crucial than ever before, as each player sought to unburden their concerns and frustrations, seeking your guidance to chart a path forward, and you willingly provided a sympathetic ear and professional perspective.

However, one player didn’t approach you until after the official work hours had concluded.

In the dimly lit hotel room, elongated shadows danced across the walls, accompanied only by the soft hum of the air conditioning unit. You reclined on your bed, attempting to ease your mind, yet the players’ worries weighed heavily on your thoughts.

Then a sudden knock shattered the silence, startling you, and with a slightly racing heart, you approached the door, cautiously turning the knob to reveal Auston standing outside, his expression a mix of frustration and agitation.

"Hey," he greeted brusquely, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Can we talk?"

You simply nodded, stepping aside to let him in, as a sense of unease gnawing at you. And as Auston entered the room, his movements were deliberate and tense, his eyes burning with emotion.

"We lost again," he began, his words sharp and succinct, as he stood in the middle of your room. "And I can't shake this feeling that it's all my fault, that I've let the team down."

Your heart went out to him, a wave of empathy washing over you as you gently approached him. "It's not only your fault, Auston," you reassured him, reaching out to lightly touch his arm. "You're an exceptional player, one of the best I've seen. Sometimes, things simply don't go as planned."

Auston's gaze softened a little, his defences weakening in the face of your understanding. "I know," he admitted quietly, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "But it still sucks, you know? Knowing that I could've done better, that I disappointed everyone."

You slowly drew a little closer to him, the atmosphere thick with unspoken emotion. "You're not alone in this, Auston," you murmured softly. "We win together, and we lose together. That's the essence of being a team."

And for a moment, a heavy silence enveloped the room, the weight of the night pressing down on your shoulders. Then, almost as if drawn by an invisible force, Auston leaned in towards you, his lips tenderly brushing against yours in a fleeting caress.

You almost froze, panic coursing through your veins as you swiftly pulled away, your heart racing. "Auston, we can't," you protested, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Confusion clouded his features, his brow furrowing in frustration. "Why not?" he demanded, his tone tinged with anger. "Don't you feel it too? The connection between us?"

But a form of shy anger seemed to surge within you, mingling with hurt and betrayal. "Of course, I do," you retorted, your voice slightly escalating. "But that doesn't change the fact that this is wrong…"

Auston's gaze hardened, his resolve unwavering. "I can't do this – you’re fucking with me, and I can’t take it," he declared, his voice laced with a hint of anger. "I thought... I thought there was something real between us, but maybe I was wrong."

The hotel room suddenly felt oppressively small as unspoken words hung heavily in the air. You watched as Auston turned to leave, his footsteps echoing on the plush carpet beneath him.

"Auston, wait!" you called out, desperation seeping into your voice, prompting him to halt, his shoulders stiffening at the sound of your plea.

"What now?" he muttered; frustration evident in his tone.

"I... please don't leave like this..." you trailed off, the words catching in your throat.

Auston turned back to face you, his expression a blend of confusion and frustration. "y/n.. I don't get you! What do you want from me?" he demanded, his voice tinged with exasperation.

And tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to articulate your thoughts. "I don't know... I just... I just don't want-" you started, your voice trembling with emotion.

But before you could complete your sentence, Auston closed the gap between you in a single stride, his lips crashing onto yours in a desperate, passionate kiss. His hands firmly cupping your face to keep you close. The world around you faded as you surrendered to the embrace, the intensity of his touch setting your senses ablaze.

And in that moment, as Auston's lips met yours in a sudden surge of passion, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions engulfed you. Shock, desire, and a hint of desperation swirled together as you melted into his arms, his touch igniting a flame of longing and desire that threatened to consume you entirely.

All the doubts and fears that had haunted you seemed to vanish in the heat of the moment, replaced by an overwhelming rush of raw emotion and unspoken longing.

However, as you succumbed to the overwhelming rush of passion, a voice in the depths of your mind whispered warnings of the inevitable consequences, the fallout of giving in to forbidden love.

So reluctantly, you pulled away, your breaths ragged as you searched Auston's eyes for understanding. "We can't continue like this," you whispered, your voice quivering with uncertainty.

Auston's expression softened, his gaze locking with yours in a silent plea for forgiveness. "I know," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "But I can't seem to help myself, y/n. I want you."

Guilt tugged at your heartstrings, torn between longing for something more and the weight of impending consequences. "I want you too," you confessed, your voice barely audible. "But I can't bear to keep hurting the people I care about."

Auston's shoulders sagged in resignation, the weight of your words settling heavily upon him. "I know," he repeated, his voice barely audible. "But I don't know how to stop."

And in a moment of vulnerability, as you teetered on the edge of something forbidden and perilous, you knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and obstacles.

“Me neither,” you whispered softly, before pressing your lips fervently against his.

It was a heated, passionate exchange where you surrendered to your deepest desires, allowing raw, primal lust to take control. And as your fingers tangled in his hair, Auston's hands found your lower back, using his size to guide you towards the bed.

The urgency of the moment was palpable as you both hastily shed the layers that separated you, consumed by an overwhelming need for each other. Your lips remained locked in a fervent embrace, only parting briefly to discard clothing, and as Auston eagerly explored your mouth with his tongue he positioned himself over you on the bed.

Hands roamed each other's bodies, exploring every inch of soft skin offered, and you couldn't help but notice Auston's member growing firmer with each deep breath and moan exchanged between hungry kisses.

The atmosphere in the small hotel room grew thick with desire as your moans reverberated, the air heavy with anticipation. And as Auston used his hands to pin yours above your head, you felt the tip of his throbbing length teasing your entrance.

“Auston,” you moaned, the urgency in your voice betraying your growing need for more than just his lips. “Please, make love to me.”

And without hesitation, he obliged.

With determined thrusts, he entered you, filling your depths with his length and stimulating your walls with each movement.

Your moans intertwined as he rocked his hips in a steady rhythm, his motions gentle yet impassioned as he explored every inch of your sensitive flesh.

“Oh, baby, you feel so good around me,” he praised you in a husky voice, his breath hot against your neck as he increased his pace.

And you couldn't deny the overwhelming pleasure of Auston's length inside you. The way his thick cock caressed every part of your sensitive core, the tip of his length hitting your sweet spot with each thrust, sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, leaving you seeing stars.

Then releasing one of your hands, Auston placed his between your heated bodies, finding your clit and circling it with skilled precision. And his actions brought you nothing but closer to the brink of an orgasm. The pleasure of climax built within you, intensified by Auston's increasing thrusts and his expert touch on your sensitive bud.

“Yes, Auston, please, I’m close,” you moaned, your voice harmonising with the rhythm of his thrusts. And with a few more moments, you finally closed your eyes, arched your back, and cried out his name as you reached the peak of ecstasy.

Your mind clouded with sensation as Auston maintained his steady rhythm, feeling his own climax approaching as you tightened around him. And with a swift motion, he released his grip, pulling out momentarily, eliciting a soft sigh from you, before forcefully turning you over onto your stomach and re-entering you.

You let out a surprised moan as he filled you once more, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room.

“Oh, yes,” Auston moaned between heavy breaths, his thrusts growing increasingly intense. And as the pressure built within him, he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer, releasing a deep grunt as he spilled his seed into your depths. As he emptied himself inside you, the two of you released deep breaths and sighs, slowly emerging from the euphoric haze of climax.

It was a moment suffused with intense passion, yet as Auston left your room, you couldn't shake the feeling of needing a long shower to wash away the sense of dirtiness and filth that lingered.

As days melted into weeks, the tumultuous dance between you and Auston persisted, fuelled by a potent blend of desire, guilt, and longing. Despite the rational voice of conscience clamouring within you, you found yourself irresistibly drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

Each stolen moment with him ignited a fire within you, a blaze of passion that consumed your every thought and desire. The thrill of the forbidden, the danger of being caught—it only added to the allure, heightening the intensity of your shared experiences.

With every win and every loss for the team, the bond between you and Auston deepened, transcending the confines of reason and morality. It was as if the highs and lows of the game mirrored the highs and lows of your illicit affair, each victory a triumph of desire, each defeat a bitter reminder of the forbidden nature of your love.

Naturally, guilt lingered at the edges of your conscience, a constant reminder of the vows broken, and trust betrayed. Yet, in Auston's arms, all thoughts of remorse faded, replaced by a desperate yearning for solace, for an escape from the wreckage of your marriage.

He had become your drug, and you found yourself hopelessly addicted to him.

Nights at the Scotiabank Arena became your sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of your crumbling life. While your husband immersed himself in his work and business meetings, you sought solace in the arms of another. With each passing night, the boundaries between right and wrong blurred until they were mere echoes of a reality long forgotten. In the darkness of Auston's bedroom, you found moments of pleasure, fleeting ecstasy in a world torn apart by deceit and desire.

But even as you surrendered to the intoxicating allure of your forbidden love, a nagging voice whispered in the depths of your soul—a voice warning of the inevitable reckoning, of the price you would pay for your transgressions.

Yet, in the heat of passion, such concerns faded into the background, drowned out by the pounding of your heart, the rush of adrenaline, the overwhelming need for the man who had become your addiction, your obsession, your everything.

Yet, on another night, you found yourself back on the side-lines of a match, then lingering in the locker room after all the players had departed. All but one.

The locker room was dimly lit, heavy with the scent of sweat and anticipation as Auston's lips met yours in a fierce, desperate kiss, his hands exploring eagerly over your body as he lifted you up, pressing you against the cold, hard surface of the wall. Caught up in the heat of the moment, you surrendered to the overwhelming rush of desire, your senses consumed by the intoxicating taste of his tongue, the feel of his strong arms enveloping you.

And as the kiss deepened, the world around you faded away, leaving only the electric current of desire pulsing between you. His lips moved with a hunger that mirrored your own, his hands tracing urgent paths over your bottom.

"Shit, I've wanted this all day," Auston murmured against your lips, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

Your heart raced as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment, every touch igniting a wildfire of longing within you. "Me too," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rush of blood in your ears.

However, unbeknownst to you, your husband had chosen this night to attend a game, seeking to understand why you had been so consumed by your work with the team for months. And as he stood just beyond the threshold, silently witnessing the betrayal unfolding before his eyes, the truth dawned on him.

But lost in the heat of passion, you were oblivious to his presence, drowning your guilt in the overwhelming desire that threatened to consume you entirely.

It was only later, upon returning home, that the full weight of your betrayal crashed down upon you.

The air between you and your husband was thick with tension as you faced each other, his accusing gaze weighing heavily upon you. His words pierced the silence like a knife, each one carrying the sting of betrayal.

"How could you?" he demanded, his voice tinged with pain and disbelief. "How could you betray me like this?"

You tried to speak, to offer some explanation for your actions, but the words failed you, suffocated by guilt and shame.

“Is this what you’ve been doing all along? Sleeping with hockey players behind my back?”

And in that moment, as the reality of your actions sank in, you knew there was no turning back, no undoing the damage. As silence enveloped you both, a chasm of pain and regret widened between you, leaving behind only the shattered remnants of a love that could never be repaired.

With the final signature inked on the paper, the reality of your separation loomed ahead, and despite the uncertainty of what lay beyond, you held onto the belief that it was the right decision.

Love for your husband had faded long ago and clinging onto a hollow semblance of a relationship felt unjust to both of you.

So, as each party fulfilled their obligations, you found yourself at a crossroads, uncertain of what the future held. But one thing remained clear: you needed to discover if Auston's feelings mirrored your own.

Then with a heavy heart and nerves frayed, you made your way to the condo where you'd shared your deepest desires, and as Auston greeted you with a concerned gaze, he feared the worst as he noticed your sorrowful expression. Perhaps you were here to end things, to focus on rebuilding your marriage, he thought.

However, as the words left your lips, a sense of relief washed over him.

"It's over, Auston," you managed a soft smile, despite the tears in your eyes. "My marriage is over."

And in that moment, Auston realised the depth of his feelings for you. The fear that you might not want him, only to be met with the revelation that you had chosen him.

“Finally.”

With love swelling in his heart, he welcomed you into his home, embracing the freedom to love you openly.

As you found solace in his arms, the weight of the past dissolved, leaving only the promise of a future brimming with love and possibility. Entwined together, you faced the uncertainties ahead, fortified by a love that conquered all obstacles.

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theywantedplayer · 1 year

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I love your writing so much I literally come back like twice a day, can you do “You take me so well.” and “Spread your legs wider.” with Auston Matthews please🫠

YAAAAY THEY MADE IT PASSED THE FIRST ROUND! He's so damn fine

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there's not a lot of requests in my inbox so feel free to request anything;)

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You couldn't take it anymore. Autons had you laying in the bed on your back, your whines and moans making Auston Continue on. He’s had you like this for almost 45 minutes pushing into you slowly and painfully then suddenly snapping into you at a harsh speed.

“I cant Auston, I cant please” you pleased trying to grab his hand

“Oh baby I think you can” he smirked “Your pussy tellin me you can” he laughed

He continued his slow pace just watching you become drunk on his cock, your hair a mess and your lips swollen and red. The way your tits bounced when he snapped his hips into you had him running circles. Auston couldn't help but laugh at your pleas and moan’s for him to stop but he knew otherwise.

“Come on baby Just one more for me yea?” he asked Grabbing your jaw gently and dragging his thumb over your bottom lip. You nodded in response because you knew he was right.

“How about I help you out huh?” He smiled You felt him move his hand from your chin down to rub your swollen clit

You Shrieked when you felt his rough finger play with your clit, You pushed your legs together in response from the feeling to try and stop him. Auston grabbed your knees

“Open your legs” was all he said, no pet name,nothing. You Listened and opened your legs just a little wider “Spread your legs wider.” he said Narrowing his eyes at you

You bit your lip as you slowly spread your legs wider, you whimpered when You felt Auston push your legs wider than you thought you could.

“There we go, look at that huh?” He smiled. He continued back at what he was doing before slowly rubbing circles on your clit and pushing harder and harder into you.

He watched his thick cock disappear in your pussy again and again, a white ring forming around it. He noticed your toe’s curling in response to his actions and the way your legs began to shake.

“You gonna cum baby?” He asked

Tears started to form in your eyes as you came around his cock. A sob left your lip’s as you cursed out Austons name. Auston ran his hands down your body rubbing and squeezing anything he could to help you come down from your High. When you opened your eyes you saw Auston leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips.

“How about one more yea?” he smirked, raising his eyebrows at you

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austonwithan-o · 1 year

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“We’re parents? Like actually parents?”

No warnings really… pregnancy ig if that’s a trigger

You sat on the bathroom floor. The cold tiles sending chills throughout your body, the pregnancy test on the counter sat there. Your period was late. You hadn’t told Auston mostly because you just realized it that day but you also didn’t want to freak him out, he already had so much going on during off season. Training and planning for the season to start, it was a lot and the last thing you wanted to do was stress him out. You were shaking, praying for a good outcome but you didn’t know what a good outcome was. Auston and you always talked about getting married first before having kids. That’s just the way you were raised and how you pictured your future. Starting a family was one of your biggest dreams and you had expressed it many times with him but with his career and everything going on for him, he wanted to wait a few more years. On the other hand you wouldn’t mind having a mini you or a mini him running around playing floor hockey until you were confident enough to get them in skates, imagining Auston as a dad made your heart ache longingly for those days but you had no idea how Auston would react to it being so soon. You looked down at your phone. The 3 minute timer rang loudly in your ears and you slowly stood up. Grabbing the packaging you peeled the wrapper back revealing two pink lines. Your breath was caught in your throat. You felt nauseous and shaky. Quiet sobs left your mouth but you covered your mouth because you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop once the crying really started. Your mind started racing with every outcome, truthfully you were happy but god you were terrified what Auston would think. You put the pregnancy test back in the box and threw it in the trash grabbing a wad of toilet paper and throwing it in to cover it. Auston wasn’t too observant thankfully. You knew he’d never look in the trash can and it bought you some time to think about how you would break the news to him.

You washed your hands and wiped your eye’s making yourself look presentable. It was almost 5 and he’d be home from playing golf with Mitch and Willy. Walking out of the bathroom and making your way downstairs you saw Auston pull into the driveway. You watched as the three piled out of the car grabbing their gear out of the back, you sat at the bar scrolling through instagram trying to distract yourself. The front door opening letting the warm Arizona air drift in.

“Hey baby how did the golfing go?” You asked not looking up from your phone.

“Absolutely crushed these goons.” He said laughing. He walked over lightly grabbing the side of your face, planting a kiss to your temple grabbing a beer from the fridge. Your anxiety was through the roof at this point and he knew something was up.

“Man I don’t even care, I’ve won the last 3 games buddy I just let you win this time.” Mitch said throwing his hat on the dining room table. “Sauce me a beer will ya?” Everyone was gathered around the bar at this point chatting and talking about their game mostly making fun of each other laughing.

“Mitch no one likes a sore loser bud.” Willy said cracking the beer open taking a long sip.

“I’m not a sore loser I’m just saying I won the last 3 times. This one win doesn’t mean anything.” You couldn’t help but laugh at their childish banter.

“Baby you want a drink?” Auston asked grabbing a white claw from your side of the drink fridge.

“Oh I’m okay! I’m not thirsty.” You said giving him a small smile, finally looking at him he gave you a weird look putting the drink back in the fridge. He went on with his conversation with the boys who were completely oblivious to the slight tension between you two.

You got up from the bar area heading back up to your room. Auston’s eyes not leaving your figure walking up the marble stairs, you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. You laid in your bed with Felix staring at the ceiling, you were so exhausted you slowly drifted off to sleep.

You woke up to it being pitch dark outside and a warm spot from where Felix was laying beside you. You checked your phone and checked the time, 9:55pm, “holy shit y/n… 5 hours?” You rolled your eyes slightly annoyed with yourself for sleeping so long. You definitely weren’t getting any sleep tonight. You got up from the bed walking into the bathroom to brush your teeth and at least get ready for the night and the trash can was spilled onto the floor. Felix had a tendency to go through the trash can and you were mentally punching yourself for not shutting the door this morning. Horror filled your mind as you realized the pregnancy test was missing.

“Fucking hell Felix!” You whispered under your breath. You were certain Auston was probably taking a night swim or watching tv downstairs. All you had to do was find Felix and get the test before Auston could find it. You tiptoed downstairs and found him sitting on the couch watching TV. His back was facing towards you. Felix’s head perked up from the couch, Auston didn’t move and neither did you.

“You wanna talk about it?” His voice was raspy. You could tell he had been crying and your heart broke at the sound of it.

He finally turned around holding the test. His face showed no emotion. Slowly walking towards him the tears started streaming down your face again.

“Auston I didn’t mean to hide it from you I swear. I - I just needed time to process it, I was going to tell you I swear.” Your voice wash shaky and small, he lightly grabbed your wrists bring you down to his lap. His eyes were glossy and his lips curved into a slight smile.

“Y/n I love you with my whole entire being God I can’t even imagine my life without you. I know we weren’t planning this but I’m ready to be a dad if you’re ready to be a mom. I want to grow old with you, I want to raise a little family, teach our kids how to skate, how to play hockey.” He was crying and his words made you cry as well. His hands travelled from your hips to your tummy. His tattooed hand rested onto your tummy lightly rubbing it. Your cheeks were on fire. The feeling of everything was so surreal.

“Auston we’re gonna be parents now…like actual parents!” Tears still poured out of your eyes but a wide smile spread across your face. He placed a kiss on your forehead placing it against yours. “You know I kind of guessed it earlier.” A cocky grin was plastered on his tear stained face. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?” You asked now playing with the chain around his neck.

“You refused a white claw for starters and I know when you start your period and it’s been a week since you usually start. I put two and two together and when Felix brought the test to me it just confirmed it.”

“I’m mildly impressed that you pieced that together.” He just laughed. Lifting your chin up and kissing you. He scanned your features. He was so lucky and he knew it.

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dior-roses · 6 months

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obsession, auston matthews

ꨄ︎ pairing: stepbro!auston matthews x reader

ꨄ︎ summary: he's a man obsessed, his mind replays any and every interaction he's had the honor to have with you. because let's face it, in his mind, you are more than just his step-sister, you are a goddess in his eyes. and who is he to not steal something for his earnings?

ꨄ︎ requested: yes/no

ꨄ︎ warnings: obsessive behavior, kind of dark(?), mentions of smut (like barely any, in my eyes), stepcest (do not condone, in fact, am highly against it), auston's lowkey got a god complex, a hint of reader being innocent, implied age gap (reader is 18!)

ꨄ︎ author's note: it's been so long since i've written anything and im so insecure in this so please love it! (give me validation). a self indulgent auston blurb (?) that came to mind when i saw this slutty little edit of him. please forgive me for any grammar mistakes to typos, for i wrote this while i was saying hello to my friend mary jane. much love to every one of you who decides to read this mess of a story, and shall we meet again!🤍

he should've felt disgusted with himself. his skin should be crawling with his current demeanor. the hairs in the back of his neck should be standing up straight when the idea briefed over his mind during the excruciating quiet family dinner that your parents force you guys to have nightly.

but he wasn't.

in fact, he was quite proud of himself, with how far he's gotten into this 'plan' of his. here he was, in the midst of the day while you were at school, attending your one out of only three classes you had to attend your senior year, standing in the middle of your bedroom.

he had taken the afternoon off, canceling his strength training, his excuse being that he was sick. along with his place of employment he texted you, the one thing that had been occupying his mind ever since he laid eyes on you. your parents having you guys meet, thus starting his obsession.

to their shock, neither of you were angry when your father announced that they had eloped. both of you sat across from the newly weds in a low light restaurant, with pristine christmas ornaments hanging from the ceiling. a little annoyed, maybe; at least you were. you never got the chance to ask him how he felt about the whole ordeal. but from what you could see, he was perfectly contempt with the major life change.

he shifts in your room, walking backwards until the back of his calfs hit the edge of you bed, causing him to plop down harshly with an anticipated huff. your pure vanilla sent traveled to his nostrils, and himself becoming encapsulated with only you. his hands laid stoic along the tops of his thighs, even though he wanted nothing more than to palm himself through his pants. he was already half hard, just by your scent.

his eyes lingered to your nightstand, a ghost of a smile tugging on his lips at just how perfectly girly it was. a picture of you laughing with your friends in your camp counselor shirt from the past summer, your forgotten airpods, which he thought about how irritated you were when you figured that out, a small pout on your lips. god, he wanted nothing more than to feel yours against his.

he would be happy if it was just on his cheek, as a thankful gesture.

as he admired your dimples through the glass of the picture frame, he could help but let curiosity get the best of him. that's how he got here in the first place, right? his eyes trailed down to the drawer that was painted a darker color than the rest of the dresser, to perfectly match the rest of your room.

he hoped one day he could see if your room truly matched you– light perfectly balanced with dark. he already knew the light part was too good to be true, with your big eyes that light up at the sight of him, but only enough that he would notice. the way you blush if he gets too close to you, not that he creeps you out or anything, but the fact that it was a man besides your dad that was this close to you. even if it was your step brother.

you didn't know why you felt this way around auston, you didn't know what made him different from any other boy you thought was pretty. bust auston was so, so, pretty that you couldn't help but redirect your eyes to your shoes when he caught your burning gaze. your skin burned from what seemed like hour from when he would place his hands on your waist to 'move you out of the way'. and it had only grown with time, with how nice he is to you and the names he calls you that he doesn't seem to do with anyone else. 'princess', 'baby', or even 'doll' when he's showing you how to swing a golf club, on those rare, rare, days when he could finally persuade you to come with him to the country club just down the street. he even bought you your own little golf girl outfit, all baby pink and white, to perfectly match the picture of you he has implemented into his mind.

and you had thought you were going to look ridiculous, and you did, until you saw the way he looked at you as you walked down stairs where he was waiting for you. a certain glint was in his eyes the entire day, and you couldn't help but squirm in the passengers seat as he was driving. trying to descreetly press your thighs together to at least try to ease the pressure and throbbing that was happening down there. you didn't know what caused the throbbing but it was so strange and unfamiliar that you couldn't help but sniffle lightly, suppressing a whine at how uncomfortable you felt. but you didn't completely hate it. especially not when auston was right next to you, his large frame blocking the street lights that passed by through his window, his side profile creating the perfect tattoo of a shadow on your face, one that you didn't want to go away.

of course he had noticed his little girl writhing around in the passenger seat of his car. her soft thighs pressing against each other, all supple and smooth from imperfections. he needed to be suffocated by them, the image he wanted to die from was your shaking body from all the pleasure he was causing you, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as he sucked you clit in between his full lips.

he had completely forgotten he was in heaven, (your room), when he felt the pulse from his balls that he was about the cum, all from the thoughts of your innocence and his hand that found his hard on cock through his sweatpants. he didn't want to do that yet, not without the one thing that caused him to be here in the first place.

the most obvious place would be the dresser, so he head towards that area of your room, placed right next to your closet. and surprise, surprise! the top drawer just happened to be your underwear drawer. all filed with pale colored bras and panties, not that they were old, but because those were the colors you loved; all muted and quiet, instead of vibrant and loud. you was shocked you had some lace and he would've gone for those, but that's not what he was going for.

his mind craved something less out there and more reserved. something that he had seen tossed in the washer with his colored laundry load, a pair of your painted that were red with white little hearts scattered across the cotton material. a throaty groan came from his as he felt his cock twitch, being retrained by the boxers and pants he wore.

he could only imagine your ass being perfect covered in white little hearts, or even getting a glimpse of them as you sit down next to him on the couch in the living room after a long day at school. your school uniform only urging on his obsession– a short little navy blue pleaded skirt with thigh high socks, and the cutest little best he had ever seen. the way the thick knitted wool spread across the curves of your breasts.

god, he was nothing but a man obsessed.

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Hi dear, I would like to make a request, but I don't have a specific player in mind, I just think it's an older one, like Tkachuk, Hischier or Matthews - where he and the reader are already in an established relationship.

Prompts:

Fluff 11: “Do you think your future a lot” “I think about our future a lot”

Smut 27: “Let’s pump a couple babies into ya”

Smut: 27. “Let’s pump a couple babies into ya” & Fluff 11. “Do you think about your future a lot?” “I think about our future a lot” w/ Auston Matthews

Everything With You

Auston and I have been dating for 3 years now and not once have we ever talked about the possibility of leaving Toronto. Right now is stressful for me and Auston can sense it. The trade rumours are hard to listen to as I want to keep Auston and I’s little family, him, Felix and I, in Toronto close to my parents and all my friends. It makes dating a professional athlete easier so moving stresses me out.

We were still in Toronto even a couple weeks after they were eliminated from playoffs, which is odd because usually we would be back in Arizona for the summer. Auston had to do some end of year meetings with the Leafs and talk contracts with his agents and GM leading us to be in Toronto longer.

Today was the first morning that Auston wasn’t up before me. The past few weeks he would typically get up and start his day earlier to get to the scotiabank arena and get that out of the way but this morning he was still in bed when I opened my eyes.

I kissed his chest and held him a little closer as I rested my head on his chest. He stirs awake smiling when he sees me.

“Hi baby” he says smiling looking down at his chest where I lay

“Hi” I smile back looking up into his eyes, “why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be at the rink?”

“No, Kyle is taking the day off today” he says as he runs his hand through my hair. We lay in silence just cuddling until I’m bothered by the thought of how the trade will affect our future together. “What is going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” He asks with a soft smile.

“The future” I say

“Still stressing out about my contract?” He starts but then laughs, “I swear you are stressed more than me and it’s my contract”

“Yes, yes I am” I say with a giggle before sitting up in the bed and looking down at his laying body beside me as he looks up at me, “do you think of your future a lot?” I ask him suddenly.

I watch him sit up before he throws his arm over my shoulder and rests his head on top of mine, “I think about our future a lot”

I turn to look at him and he is already looking at me, “what do you want in our future?”

“A big wedding, relaxing honeymoon in Bora Bora or Cancun, or somewhere nice and hot, and a couple little hockey players. You’ll stress about their contracts too and maybe we will have a girl and she can keep her brothers in line. Maybe a friend for Felix” he says and I smile, “what about you?”

“I want all of that but in Toronto” I say and he sucks his cheek at my reply then tries to fix the mood

“So how many babies we talking then?” He says and I laugh

“Lots and lots of them”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, tons. A whole hockey team”

“You know what that means right?” He says tilting my face up to look at him. He presses his lips on mine and my body sinks into the bed and he climbs over top of me, “means we have to start soon”

“How soon?” I say before my hand find the back of his neck pulling him back down to kiss my lips.

“How about now?” He says into the kiss while we continue making out. His lips leave my lips and he trails kissing down to my jaw then down my chest until he is at my tits. He cups one of them while sucking on the other one. He pulls away then brings himself back up to kiss my lips, “come on, what do you say? Let’s pump a couple babies into ya”

I smile as he presses his lips back onto mine as his hands trails down my body until he reaches my hip. He then takes his hand away to stroke his cock a couple times before rubbing his tip on my entrance.

“Yes Auston! Fuck me baby” I say feeling him tease me

“Fuck you are so sexy when you beg for my cock” he says hooking his tip into my entrance.

“Please baby” I whine and Auston slowly pushes himself inside of me, watching me squirm as he pushes himself inside of me deeper and deeper until he is fully inside of me.

He begins thrusting continuously getting faster and faster. I moan out loudly with every thrust.

“Holy shit” I moan, “your so fucking big”

I breathlessly continue to moan and a smirking Auston looks down at me as my hands reach out to the sides of the bed gripping on the sheets.

“Fuck” he grunts

“Yes Auston, Yes!”

“You look so pretty taking my cock”

He continues thrusting through my orgasm as I whimper louder than before. I throw my head back as his thrusts becomes sloppier. He leans down and rests his face in the crook of my neck as he continues thrusting slow and hard.

He begins to grunt with every thrust before he releases himself inside of me, filling me up with his warm liquid. While resting his face in the crook of my neck he kisses my collarbone over and over quickly trailing his kisses up my neck then kissing my lips once passionately then flipping beside me.

“I love you, mommy” he says making me laugh hysterically at his goofiness.

“Love you more papi”

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lucijawriteswords · 18 days

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truck time | auston matthews

summary: you are met with a surprise as auston picks you up after practice, and a simple conversation about your game last night turns into so much more.

warnings: making out! so much angst. mutual pining, sexual tension, older brother's best friend auston, reader is insecure and always second guessing herself. a little fluffy here and there but really just a lot of angst and then a kiss at the end. very tame for me, i know. don't get used to it.

word count: 2.6k

A/N: hello hello hello! i'm sorry to have disappeared for so long. school is, as always, just a joy. and i have a new horse that i'm trying to put under saddle so that is taking just entirely too much of my time. anyways. enough about me! let's get to the story, shall we? apologies again because i did not edit this so there are likely typos. as always, let me know how you feel, what you want, who you want. i aim to please. thank you, as always, for reading, and now, enjoy the story!

you were trying hard not to cry, bouncing your throbbing leg, fidgeting with your fingernails. the bench of the picnic table you were sitting at was digging into your thighs and you knew the pattern was going to be pressed into your thighs, just another blemish amongst the bruises and blistered ankles of a hard, hard practice.

coach had skated you and your team hard today, citing last night’s game as the reason. a game you had won triumphantly, a 7-2 rout of the other team with two of your teammates getting hat tricks. but it was all in the third period. he said that if you and your teammates couldn’t produce consistently throughout all three periods, then winning didn’t even matter.

all you wanted after practice was a ride waiting for you, your sweet older brother john waiting in the car with your favorite food and open ears and seat heaters on. but he was busy, so he sent auston on his behalf. auston, who was, somehow, miraculously, free to pick up his best friend’s sister.

growing up, auston had seemed to be everywhere john was, and you were everywhere they were, despite being two years their junior. ice cream in the summer, family dinners, road trips, the summer fair- everywhere. auston and john had played hockey together until auston moved away during high school to play for the national program. since then, they’d stayed thick as thieves, and whenever auston somehow found himself back in arizona, he seemed to be everywhere john was, just like how it used to be. but now, here he was, without john in tow, picking you up from practice.

you heard the heavy tires and loud rumble of austin’s old truck, the one he kept here. the one you’d been in too many times to count. the door popped open and the thud of two heavy footfalls against pavement registered in your ears.

“hey, kid.” he drawled, the pet name ringing in your ears like a church bell, a welcome reprieve after the drilling whistles you’d been blasted with the past two hours. you grimaced in an attempt to smile.

he returned one, eyes questioning, before turning away and popping open the tailgate.

“hi.” you tossed your sticks in his general direction, hearing them clatter roughly into the bed. you bag followed suit, landing in the middle. auston’s head snapped up as he felt the tailgate sag as you hoisted yourself up, reaching for your bag to move it further up the bed. a warm hand stopped yours, hovering near the cloth handle.

"don’t worry about it, kid. i got this. just get in the truck.” his eyes were soft.

a soft smile- real this time- made its way onto your face, a quiet ‘ok’ leaving your lips as you slid off the tailgate and made your way around the side towards the passenger door.

sliding into the passenger seat and folding your legs up, your soft smile morphed into something more of a wince at the redness around your ankles. lace bite. you softy rubbed the fingers of one hand on the angry skin, the other hand reaching towards the center controls of the car for the seat heater, cranking it all the way up.

auston finally stopped fiddling in the trunk and snapped the cover down into place before shutting the tailgate. your eyes watched his figure in the rear view mirror as he made his way towards the front of the car. as he opened his door, your eyes (by no means on accident) raked across his shoulders and chest, noting the new fullness there.

“look strong, auston. they been working you hard up north?” his teeth flashed as he dropped himself into the seat, the truck bouncing under his bulk. he shook his head as he reached behind himself for his seatbelt, the smallest sliver of skin showing as his hoodie rose up. you found yourself drawing your legs closer to yourself.

“you know it, kid.”

“where’s j?” you wondered, pulling the arms of your sweatshirt down to cover your hands, impatiently waiting for the seat to warm you.

“he was running some errands before picking you up and got a flat on the highway. called a tow truck cause i guess he didn’t have a spare so he’s at the shop getting that fixed up. probably only an hour or two,” auston replied, hands flexing on the wheel as he pulled away from the curb.

“why didn’t he just call you?” you asked, shifting to face him, resting your head sideways against your headrest. “he wouldn’t have to pay you and you’d probably have it done before those guys at the shop even got the bolts out. you’re good at that type of thing.” he spared you a glance, a small grin breaking onto his face.

“why type of thing, exactly?”

you prickled under his gaze.

“oh, you know.” you returned, rubbing your thumb against the inside of your sweatshirt. “stuff with… your hands.” you trailed off, eyes falling and voice softening. something flickered in his gaze. he cleared his throat.

“how was practice?”

it was your turn to clear your throat. “bad,” you replied honestly, saw no benefit in keeping it from him.

his gazed turned to you for a moment. “why? big win last night. you played like hell.”

your eyes widened, fixing themselves on his figure. “you were there?”

he scoffed. “course i was. cheered my ass off for you.”

you felt your mouth drop slightly, confusion pulling your eyebrows together. “i didn’t even know you were there,” you whispered, wonder laced in your tone. what would you have done, you wondered, if you had known? would you have scored four goals? five? would you have looked for him, for his figure in the stands, met his eyes with a smile? would you have walked out of the locker room, beaming and sweaty, to find him standing there, arms open, for you?

you’d let go of those fantasies years ago. you’d always just been john’s little sister, ‘kid,’ the third wheel on their friendship bike. auston had been out of reach, unattainable- just two years older, but somehow a million light years away. you’d lived with feigned acceptance as girls came and went throughout highschool, had smiled and nodded and posed for pictures with them when they tagged along with you to auston and your brother’s games. you’d listened to their angry words when auston inevitably moved on, had let them drift away as plans for rides to games were no longer necessary, had monotonously deleted the photos on your phone.

the fantasies, the dreams, the hazy imaginings of you in his jersey, cheering for him, traveling the continent with him, for him, sneaking onto the ice at whatever rink you found yourself at, just laughing and loving and reveling in each other.

you’d pushed your feelings down for years, decided that once he moved to toronto, it was never going to happen. and so you loved him in secret, in childhood pictures in the collage of your phone background, in oddly timed facetime calls as he asked how to cook this, how to cook that, what the best way to get gear to stop stinking was. it never occurred to you that maybe, he was doing the same thing.

you’d never dared to let yourself believe it before but maybe, just maybe, there was a reason auston had always moved on from those girls.

something different clouded auston’s voice, something gravelly and twisted. “what would you have done if you knew?”

you laughed humorlessly, letting your head fall back against the weathered head rest. “not sure, aus. what would you have me do?”

his response was instant. “i’d want you to look for me in the stands. wave at me or blow me a kiss or something.” he paused here, preparing himself- and you, quite possibly, for what he was about to admit. “i’d want you to come out of that locker room looking for me, with a big smile just for me. give me a hug, let me carry your bag and sticks to the car. maybe…” here he leveled you with a weary glance. “maybe let me kiss you goodnight when you get home.”

such honesty was not what you had expected. you were dumbfounded at the similarity between your fantasies, at the way they lined up perfectly, like the final edge piece of a puzzle snapping into place. your head lolled comfortably against the head rest, eyes boring into the faded ceiling of the cab. you realized, with a jolt, that you should probably say something. but you couldn’t figure out what.

“auston, i don’t know what to say… i never thought, no, well i mean i thought, but i never knew-”

he waved a hand at you, his jaw grinding as his adam’s apple worried his neck. “you don’t have to say anything. i shouldn’t have said anything. just want you to know. just… just want you.” his voice strained before dying with a crackle. he cleared his throat, resigning himself to stare at the road ahead, one hand gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles shown white, the other fretting the hem of his sweatshirt.

the silence grew and grew until the air shimmered and your seat was uncomfortable and your shirt was too tight. you, too, fidgeted, grumbling and cursing and trying to wriggle out of your sweatshirt, unclipping your seatbelt with a huff and tugging the thing over your head, too preoccupied with getting the heavy garment off to notice that your shirt was coming with it until you heard auston's muttered curse.

your face heated to an unbearable temperature, so hot that you had to crack the window. you dared to glance at him and found him with his jaw clenched, eyes locked firmly on the road, but the hand that had previously been playing with his hoodie was now sitting atop the center console.

"you're killing me, kid. that was mean. you gotta play fair," he grumbled, essentially whining at this point.

you didn't know what to say, so without giving yourself time to think or reconsider or second guess you laid your hand atop his, folding your fingers under his palm and lightly tracing the back of his hand with your thumb. you still said nothing. the only noise was the roaring of the tires against the road and the wind streaming in through your window, which did little to cool the suddenly far too hot car.

"i didn't do it on purpose." you whispered.

your eyes drifted to where your hands lay intertwined on the console before returning the road, nothing but field and dust and rocks behind, ahead, and beside you for miles.

you realized at the same time auston did.

your hand squeezed hard onto his as you felt the truck begin to slow and saw the turn signal lighting up the dark road as he pulled off onto some old, overgrown, unused farmhouse driveway.

the truck's engine purred softly before quieting, the whole thing rocking softly as he put it in park, twisting the key out of the ignition.

you gulped, gripped his hand tighter.

"do you-"

"i didn't-"

you pressed your lips together, a smile trying to fight it's way onto your face. he shook his head, lightly nodding towards you, signaling your you to speak. you shifted again, drawing your legs up onto the seat so that you were sitting criss-crossed, facing him.

you took a deep breath. "i didn't know you felt that way, auston. and i promise i wasn't trying to tease you just now. i just..." you trailed off, meeting his gaze to find his eyes already fixed on yours. you steadied yourself, bringing your other hand to where you were already holding one of his.

"i just didn't think that there was any way on earth that you could ever like me back. i've always been just john's little sister and my crush on you was just something that came naturally from you being my older brother's best friend. and then you left," your voiced cracked a little. his squeezed your hands lightly in his, bringing them to his mouth to press a light kiss to your knuckles.

you cleared your throat, sniffling. "you went to michigan. and then you got drafted. and i know it's only been a few years since then, and we're still really young, but i have never felt so strongly for anyone as i have for you. i mean-" a humorless, sobbed laugh. "i've never even liked anyone else. i've had to sit here and be friends with all your girls and now i have to stay here without you and it's been torture," you bit out, voice weak.

"every time you call me, asking for help to cook something or for girl advice it makes me want to claw my eyes out." you admitted, voice hoarse. "i hate that i'm not there with you, and stupidly, i hate that you have to call me if you need me. not- not me, i meant my help. i don't know, i'm rambling. but i just.... i really had no idea that you felt like that, and i've felt like that about you for my whole life and it just- i don't know. i'm gonna shut up." you trail off, eyes falling to your lap.

his hand around yours is warm, and it’s the only reminder that he is still in the vehicle with you because is completely, utterly, unnervingly silent. you don’t dare to look up at him, scared of what you’ll find on his face, in his eyes.

some part of you is terrified that this is a sick joke, that he did this for a dare, because how in the world could auston possibly feel that way about you? about his best friends little sister? part of you believed that he still saw you as the gap toothed, pink waxed laces, smushed between them on the bench of auston’s first truck, pigtailed little girl.

the silence was becoming unbearable. you lifted your head in exasperation, still too scared to meet his eyes. “auston, please say some-”

you were cut off by the soft press of his lips against yours. his hand found a spot on the back of your neck, pulling you into him, drinking you in like you were oxygen. you sighed, loosing a breath you didn’t know you were holding on to as you melted into him, one of your hands wringing itself from his grasp to slide along his chest and fist in his sweatshirt there.

the pieces of your heart, which you really hadn’t even known was broken, pulled themselves together, stitched themselves up with every press of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, every sharp breath through his nose, every groan as he fists your hair and pulls your head back to kiss you deeper than you thought was possible.

when you finally break apart, his eyes are glazed over with something that looks an awful lot like love. you can feel his heart beating rapidly underneath your hand on his chest.

and suddenly, there were no more unanswered questions, no more wishes and dreams of the shared life you both wanted. no more what-ifs and maybes. there was just this, just the two of you, together in his truck, surrounded by stars and the future.

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uluvjay · 1 year

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“you wanna have sex with me” w/ Auston and Insecure!Gf reader

ps ily

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Auston Matthews x insecure gf! Reader

Warnings?; SMUT, talk of insecurities, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it up plz!), cursing, pet names, ass slapping, I can’t think of any more.

Hope you enjoy and sorry for any errors!

The girl couldn’t help the way she felt as she stared at herself in the mirror, it seemed like no matter what she did nothing looked good.

All she had to do was simply pick an outfit for the date that her boyfriend of a few months had planned for them but her head kept telling her that nothing looked good.

Right as she felt tears about to spill from her eyes she heard a knock sound against her apartment door and she cursed herself as she knew it was Auston arriving to pick her up.

“One second!” She called and quickly slipped on one of his playoff hoodies that laid on a shelf in her closet.

As she pulled open door she was met with the sight of her handsome boyfriend dressed in a well tailored suit, pair of Nikes and his favorite watch sitting on his wrist.

But she watched as his eyes raked over her in concern as he noticed the defeated look on her face and the hoodie she was sporting instead of a dinner outfit.

“Hey, you okay?” He questioned as he stepped into her apartment

But not wanting to admit her insecurities to a man who had dated Model after model before her, she lied through her teeth.

“Yeah just having a hard time putting something together” she smiled with a shrug

And even though he didn’t believe her words he chose to go along with it and offer up help.

“Well you’ve came to the right guy, cmon” he replied and grabbed her hand to pull her back to the closet she’d just came out of.

As he entered he seen a large amount of dresses, skirts, jeans, blouses and sweaters all over the floor. As a man with sisters he had a strong feeling that this pile didn’t end up here because she couldn’t find something but more likely because she felt nothing looked good.

However as a gentleman and after a few to many times getting screamed at when he was younger he knew better than to question it out of her and waited for her to tell him on her own time.

He instead bent down to pick up his favorite dress you owned that matched his suit very well, walked over to grab a pair of shoes to match and grabbed the ‘A’ necklace he’d gotten her a few weeks back before walking up to the girl that had spent the time watching him with admiration and handing everything to her.

“Here you go baby” he smiled

“Thank you” she replied and leaned up to give him a quick peck to his cheek before pushing him into the bedroom so she could change privately.

But as she got everything on she couldn’t help but judge herself in the mirror, picking and prodding at all the things she seen wrong before another knock pulled her out of her trance.

“Baby you ready? We gotta head out soon” Auston Questioned through the door.

“Yeah! Just need you to clip my necklace” she called and waited as she heard the door open and her boyfriend come in.

She watched in the mirror as his eyes ran over her body, stopping to stare at her breast for a moment before they stared at her long legs that he couldn’t wait to have wrapped around him.

“You look gorgeous” he complimented as he finally took the necklace from her hand and placed it on her neck.

Her breath hitched as she felt his hands on her neck and how they rested there for a moment even after the necklace had been clasped.

“God I can’t wait to fuck you” she heard him whisper so quietly that she was sure he didn’t mean to say it.

However she was still shocked, they had been together six months and had never gotten past more than simple handjobs and fingering. Mostly due to her being scared of him seeing her naked body and her insecurities always getting into her head when she felt ready.

“You wanna have sex with me?” She couldn’t help but question

Auston was confused at her question until he realized he must’ve said his thoughts aloud and a bright blush took over his cheeks.

“I-uh” he stuttered with an embarrassed smile before he let out a cough and began again

“Yes” he blurted before continuing, “But your not ready and that’s okay I don’t want you to feel pressured in anyway”

“But..why?” She questioned and Auston became even more confused

What did she mean why? Because every time he sees her his cock gets hard, watching her make them dinner turned him on for fucks sake, she was unbelievably beautiful.

“I…uh I wanna have sex with you because anytime I’m around you I get a boner like I’m a teenage kid. Because you have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen, these beautiful thighs that you don’t show off enough, these long legs that I want wrapped around me as I fuck you, this plump ass, these beautiful girls you have up here” he told her as he got close and ran his hands over every spot he had brought up.

She couldn’t help the way her thighs clenched at the feeling of his hands traveling along her body and the way his admittance turned her on.

“Let me show you how much I want you baby” he mumbled into her neck as he placed kisses on her neck

“But what about our reservations?” She questioned

“Fuck dinner, I’ll take you out another nigh”

Part of her was scared but the other part was sick and tired of pushing Auston away and not getting what she deserved.

“Okay..” she spoke quietly

“Okay? Gonna let me take care of you?”

“Mhm” she whined as he started to bunch up the skirt of her dress.

He finally pulled his head out of her neck and looked down to get a view of her pretty ass covered in a Toronto Blue thong.

“Your so fucking beautiful” he groaned as he placed a small slap to her ass.

“Take me to bed Auston, please” she pleaded as she met his eyes in the mirror.

He smirked at her before he turned her around to face him and dipped down to throw her over his shoulder.

“Auston!” She squealed but a giggle broke through as he threw her down onto her queen sized bed.

She leaned up on her elbows as he stepped back and began to remove his suit jacket along with both of their shoes.

“May I take this off?” He asked as he ran a hand along the hem of her dress

“Yes”

He smiled at her before having her sit back up and allow him to get the dress off, as he did he came face to face with a bra that matched the thong she sported.

“You damn tease” he shook his head with a smile and began to climb back over the girl.

He felt her tense up under him and listened as she released a deep breath in attempt to calm her nerves.

“You know you can tell me to stop whenever you want right? And we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” he spoke

“I know and I’m ready I promise, just nervous” she sheepishly smiled at him

“Okay” he smiled back and began to tease her body with kisses

He started by giving her a kiss on the head before he trailed them down her face, kissing her nose, cheeks, and then pecking her lips.

He spent some time on her neck and chest, kissing and sucking all over making sure to leave marks of possession all over.

Her hands shot to his hair when he reached her stomach, one of her biggest insecurities. But when Auston looked up and locked eyes with her she knew she didn’t need to worry anymore especially when she started praising her.

“God you’re truly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on”

“Austonn..” she whined at him causing him to nip her stomach in response

“Let me compliment you” he laughed and moved further down the girls body

He left a kiss along the band of her blue thong and lead down her thighs, her breath hitched in her throat at the feeling of him being so close to her core.

“I can’t wait to feel these tights wrapped around my head while I’m buried between them” he groaned

He smirked at the pitiful whine that escaped from the girls throat knowing she had the image pop into her own mind.

He stood back onto his feet and pulled her legs up while kissing down them, enjoying the view he had of her legs thrown over his shoulders.

“Auston as much as I’m enjoying this I really need you to touch me” she whined while holding his eyes

“Yeah? Where do you want me to touch you baby?”

“Want you to touch my pussy Aus” she blushed, typically not this bold

He smirked at her while he let her legs go and motioned for her to scoot up the bed and completely undressed himself.

She clenched her thighs at the sight of his tattoos, it didn’t matter how many times she’d seen them they always did something to her.

She spread her thighs wide for Auston as he began to crawl towards her on the bed. As he reached her he pulled her panties down to reveal how wet she was.

“All that for me?” He teased

All he got in reply was a nod as the air had gotten taken from the girls lungs when he ran his fingers through her sopping folds.

“Got such a pretty pussy baby” he smirked at the girl as he began to circle her clit

Her breath was stuck in her throat as she watched Auston finger her, while it wasn’t the first time this time was much more intense and intimate and her head was spinning a mile a minute.

“Auston!” She cried as he finally slipped a finger into her warm hole

He groaned feeling her clench around a single finger and anticipation continued to build as he couldn’t wait to get his cock inside her

He watched her intently as he slipped in another finger, he was having a hard time controlling himself at the sight of her head thrown back and chest heaving.

“I’m gonna Cum Aus” she cried feeling the burning in her stomach getting stronger

“Cum for me then, cum on my fingers baby” he coached and let his own groan slip out at the loud cry she let out and how beautiful she looked going through an orgasm.

He continued moving his fingers inside her helping her through her high before she was grabbing his wrist to stop him due to the overstimulation.

He laughed lightly before he pulled his fingers out and pushed them into her mouth, making her suck them clean.

One she did as he wanted he quickly gripped her throat and pulled her in for a sloppy kiss, groaning at the taste of her juices on her tongue.

When they finally pulled away Auston quickly flipped her over into a face down position before he laid a hard slap to her ass.

“Gonna fuck this pretty ass into next week baby” he groaned as he began to run his pre-cum covered tip through her folds before slowly sliding inside her tight core.

He threw his head back at the feeling of her tightly hugging him, “god your so tight” he moaned

He gave her a moment to get used to his length before he started to pick up a pace. He started off slow to allow her to get used to the feeling of him but he couldn’t hold himself back much longer.

“Shit Auston” she cried at the feeling of his thick cock filling her core to the brim

“Not my name” he warned as he laid a hard slap to her ass

“Sorry Papi” she apologized in a whine

“Good girl” he praised the girl before he slightly shifted them and began a fast pace

She felt the air get pulled from her throat at the unexpected new pace but the way his cock was hitting her cervix didn’t leave much time for much thought about it.

“Papi” she cried into the pillow her face was pressed against

“Your body was made for me baby” he moaned as he felt her clench him even tighter then she already was.

“I’m getting close again” she cried as her second orgasm of the evening was already approaching quickly

“Already? My cock fucking you that good princess ?”

“Mhm, so good papi” she mumbled, the only thoughts in her mind were the way Auston felt inside her and how close she was

Auston couldn’t help but laugh at her cock drunken state, she was absolutely ruined beneath him and he was loving it.

“Can feel you clenching me tighter, cum for me” he demanded as he quickly sped up his pace even faster.

All it took was one more harsh thrust and he was pushing her over the edge with a loud cry escaping the girl.

“Auston!” She cried feeling the knot in her stomach snap and her world go black for a short second.

“Did I just squirt?” She shyly asked

“Fuck yeah you did” Auston replied and she could hear the smirk in his voice

But it wasn’t long that her boyfriend was following behind her and she felt him quickly pull out and shoot his warm cum all over her ass and back.

“Holy shit” he groaned as he slowly got up to go grab a warm wash cloth to clean the two of you up along with a towel.

“Come on baby let me clean you” he spoke from behind you causing you to roll over and look up at him.

There was no doubt that the makeup you had applied for dinner was now all over your face and you looked like a raccoon.

“Hi” he smiled when he finally seen your face again

“Hi” you giggled back

He quickly cleaned you up before grabbing the both of you a change of clothes and carried you out to cuddle on the couch.

A few minutes into the movie he had put on you finally spoke up about the evening and even the past few months.

“Hey Aus?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you”

“For what?” He questioned a little confused

“For helping me these past few months, you may not have noticed but I’ve always been a little insecure and you’ve helped me a bunch. That’s why I looked so upset when you got here tonight and why I’ve been scared to have sex” she admitted.

“Thank you for opening up to me sweetheart, I’m glad I’ve been able to help you because you’re truly my favorite and most beautiful person on this planet and I love you” he smiled

“I love you too” she beamed back and him pulled into a small kiss

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leafs-lover · 3 months

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Too Far Gone - Part Fifty Six

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut - fingering, cum play, dirty talk, maybe a slight voyeurism kink, interrupted sex, inadvertent orgasm deprivation, light degradation? I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything

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Word Count: 6,000

Auston didn’t know when they went to bed. The curtains had been left open and the faint glow from the moon was filtering in, but he had to make good on that promise from the roof. And even then, he wasn’t done because they were both drenched in sweat, and there is something about warm beads of water cascading over his girlfriend’s chest that always ended with Auston on his knees.

Sure, it could be considered reckless to stay up that late given they have a three-year-old who has been known to barge in before the sun broke the horizon looking for breakfast. But what was Auston supposed to do, not celebrate the fact Tia finally admitted she loved him? They had talked about getting a puppy, having more kids, getting married, they planned their future, but hearing those words roll off her tongue cemented to him that it was real. As if those four years were nothing more than a long and hazy nightmare he finally awoke from.

When Auston did wake up around 9:20, he planned on quietly crawling out of bed, finding Taylour (he knew one of his friends was keeping him entertained for the time being) and wrangling his help to make her breakfast in bed. A simple gesture, one he had been deprived of for so long. It was his plan, and it was a great plan, then he saw the faint marks on her shoulders, the marks he left, and everything changed. All reason was long gone, and his primal instinct took over. If he could keep her there all day, he would.

“Aus.”

Her nails scratch along his broad shoulder and her body arches into him. Even though she is pulsing with oversensitivity, she doesn’t know if she’s had enough, if she ever will have enough.

“Babe –“ She gasps, sharply.

“What?” He grins, moustache tickling her ear.

“We gotta to get up.” He can tell she wants there to be weight behind the words, but her body is saying something completely different. “So much to do…”

“How am I supposed to get anything done when you’re naked in our bed?” Auston murmurs thickly against her jaw.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

The sheets are a mess. Pillows are on the floor. The stench of sex is heavy in the room.

“So...” His hands roam all over her body. He cups her breast, which somehow overflows in his big hands. “What’s on your list this morning?”

“Yoga.”

“Pretty sure we already did that.” Satisfaction curls on his lips.

“I want to finish up something I’ve been working on…” She trails off for a moment as he licks up her neck, tongue following the bite marks left the night before. “Have to check in with Becks…” Auston grins, the heat flaring behind her cheeks says that won’t happen anytime soon.

“What about fucking your boyfriend?” Auston’s fingers carve into the swollen flesh of her ass.

“I believe I did that already.” He moves his fingers around to her pussy lips and the inside of her thighs, and they are wet, absolutely drenched in their hot sticky mess. “That’s why we’re still in bed.”

“You should put it back on the list, maybe twice.” Auston’s mouth slowly begins to work its way down, first to her collarbone, then her breasts. As his warm tongue swirls around her sensitive nipple, her slick grazes over his member and a deep guttural groan erupts.

“Is that so?” She breathes out a laugh while tugging harshly on his curls.

“Yeah.” Two fingers once again find their way inside. Her body arks toward him and within a few seconds they begin to move. The disgusting slurp of her cunt fills the room as he thrusts them faster and faster. Her walls greedily grasp and hug his digits, never wanting to let him go. Her elbows give out and her body collapses into the bed, quickly and desperately clawing at the sheets.

Auston smirks and applies more pressure. His left hand grabs at her knee and tosses it over his shoulder, earning him a shriek from the deepest part of her diaphragm. Auston fucks his fingers back inside. Every stroke is precise, his knuckles crooked at the knuckle to create the perfect angle. “Can’t decide if I want to eat the cum out of you before I fill you back up.” Auston licks his bottom lip, his fingers massaging her g-spot. “Or if I should bury myself inside and make ya overflow…what do you think?”

“Fuck me.” Tia whispers to herself.

Auston chuckles, a little breathless. “I’m going to.” He circles his thumb around her clit, fingers rhythmically seeking her high. “You taste so good, can only dream of what we taste like together.”

Tia whimpers at the emptiness as Auston pulls his fingers out. He brings them up to her mouth, and without instruction Tia drops her jaw and wraps her lips around them. They both moan as she swirls her tongue around his digits, working to clean the mess. Quickly, he snaps his wrist and runs the saliva and cum coated fingers along her jaw. With a cocky brow raise, he shoves his tongue into her mouth.

“Better than I imagined.”

His hand moves to her hair, and she bites at her lower lip. He knows she washed her hair yesterday. He also knows she will scold him for this later. He just doesn’t care. He moves the head of his shaft down through her folds, allowing it to rest at the opening for just a second, then he buries himself deep inside her warmth.

He messily kisses her once again, taking the time to embrace the wetness that oozes out around his cock. He pulls his hips back, and right before he is about to drive back inside, her hands are on his shoulder trying to push him away.

“Stop.” Her eyes snap open, wide with fear. His brows contort with confusion, then he hears it. Little feet pattering down the hall, his playful giggle getting louder and louder with every step. They both knew they were pushing their luck going for round two, but like a moth to a flame, Auston couldn’t pull himself away.

“Taylour, come on bud, let’s go.” Fred’s voice calls, louder than normal trying to warn those on the other side.

The doorknob begins to jiggle. Tia’s breathing becomes frantic . The slow creak gets louder and louder, and Taylour’s voice enters the room. “I want to show them my trick.”

The more the door opens the more Tia’s face whitens. Auston scrambles off her and scours the floor for a shirt, pants, some piece of clothing to toss on before Taylour barrels in. But everything is everywhere, all he can find is the sheet which he tosses toward Tia.

“Mommy and Daddy are sleeping.” Fred tells him, pulling the door shut. “Why don’t we practice more, and you can show them when they wake up?”

“Because practice makes perfect,” Taylour agrees with a nod.

“Right.” Fred nods down the hall. “Let’s go.”

Auston waits a few seconds until Taylour’s feet are down the hall, then calls out, “Thanks Fred.”

“Yup,” Fred hollers through the door.

“I’m not sure about this.” Tia runs her finger along the strap, then smooths over her stomach.

Once they heard the footsteps fade down the hall and the stair boards creak, Auston and Tia were out of bed. Tia ran a comb through her hair while glaring at Auston for the ends that had fused together, then swiftly threw it up on the top of her head. Auston grabbed a bathing suit –because every day ends with them in the pool – and one of his t-shirts. The two of them went downstairs and Tia started making them smoothies, and Auston set out to get the avocado ready for their breakfast. After inhaling their food, Auston was outside, showing off his backflips – always a favourite with Taylour - and Tia was upstairs in her sewing room.

Once the workspace was mostly complete, she finished the couple orders that were outstanding, then set out designing a few new pieces to expand her line. She sketched out seven new pieces, three of them made it through the 3D rendering, then she began the process of cutting fabric, pinning it together and trying to bring her visions to life. One was easy, only needed a few minor tweaks but was now ready to go to the testing phase. The other two she has been stuck on. Nothing seemed to work, and Tia was about ready to scrap them both and start over, but before that she decided to reach out to the one person that might be able to help.

Celeste presses her glasses back up her nose and shuffles in her seat, as if trying to get a better view from Toronto.

“Yeah…” She hims through the speaker. “I see what you were talking about…I think the point near your underarm needs to go up a bit.” Tia turns toward the camera and lifts her arm, then points to the area she assumes Celeste is talking about. “Yeah,” she confirms. “It’s a little…” her face crinkles as she thinks over the next word.

“Aggressive?”

Celeste feigns a laugh. “That may not be the word I’d use…but yes.”

“The prototype looked so good.” Tia sighs. She thought the dress was going to be the easiest to bring to life. But when she tried the top on it sat low, dangerously low, to a point if Tia moved too much everything spilled out. Despite Auston’s objections, she added fabric to the bodice to bring the neckline up, only it came up too much. Next, she cut a bit out but then she didn’t like the neckline, it was too squared off and simple, so she tried to curve it but overcompensated as indents are being left in her skin.

“That’s why we test them out. I can’t tell you how many pieces I thought were good until I tried them on.” Celeste tries to reassure her with a faint laugh, but this part never gets easy. “It’s not that far off, dear.”

“Yeah.” Tia’s nose crinkles again, almost at her wits end with this one.

“What about the top you were working on.” Celeste steers the conversation away, hoping it has better results. “You decide on a sleeve?”

A few days ago, Tia sent Celeste a picture of a satin top with a simple square neck and subtle pleats in the bodice. The hem was unfinished and there were many pins, but what caught her attention was the two distinctly different sleeves styles. One was short and puffy, and the other was a simple and slender arm with a bell style sleeve. Tia said she was unsure of which one worked best. Celeste called it a copout, called her out to doubt herself and said she wasn’t going to help. It might have been tough, but Celeste knew she needed to make this decision on her own.

“Yay!” Celeste claps when she sees the long and flowy sleeve. This was always the right choice; she is glad Tia figured it out on her own.

“I love that one. Definitely the right pick”

“It’s playful but classic.” Tia smiles with her mentor’s reassurance.

“Completely elevates that top. Tia, I know I’ve said this before, but you have a bright future ahead of you, some people are years in the industry without the eye you have.”

“Thanks.” Tia softly laughs, a faint blush swarming her cheeks.

Now that the prototype is complete, it’s ready for Tia to make a few more and ship them back to the “testers” back in Toronto and get their feedback. Then there are the edits, photoshoots, uploading details to the website. Just when she thinks the finish line is near, she realizes just how far it is.

The two of them talked for a little while longer. Celeste told her about all the struggles she’d been facing as a store owner while in a global lockdown. Her store was forced closed, curbside pickup and online orders were slow, some days non-existent. It filled Tia with so many emotions but worry and regret were the ones she couldn’t shake. If someone who had been successful in the industry was struggling at the drop of a hat, what did it mean for her? Sales were slow, to be expected for a new line, but how long could they be slow before they stopped all together?

Tia put the finishing details on the shirt but left the dress on the mannequin. Normally putting it off wouldn’t be an option. It’d eat at her, knowing there was so much to do but not knowing how to fix it. But today as she walked down the hall toward the stairs, she had zero hesitation walking away because something else had consumed her mind.

“Mommy! Mommy!” Taylour screeches when the patio doors open. “Mommy, help!” He giggles mid-air as Auston tosses him to the other end of the pool, a large splash erupts around him and a few seconds later his head pokes through the surface.

“I can’t help you.” Tia chuckles as she shuffled around the pool’s edge, her feet getting kissed by the exploding water.

“Why not?” Taylour flings his arm around and starts moving toward Auston.

“Because every time I help, your dad throws me in the water.”

“Not true.” Auston winks at her.

Tia shakes her head.

“Please mommy!” Taylour squeals as Auston grabs him by the waist and once again launches him in the air.

Tia flips her wrist and glances at the time on her watch - the very expensive watch Auston brought back from the California road trip because he “thought of her when he saw it.” “We actually have to go, Taylour.”

“Nooooo!” He emphatically shakes his head.

“Yup.” Auston moves toward the stairs. The water line slowly descends, more and more of his chest coming on display for Tia to gawk at. As he moves toward the steps, he grabs Taylour and tugs him. “You said you wanted In and Out for lunch, we have to go get it.”

“Why can’t I stay with Uncle Freddie, and you bring it here.” Taylour pouts. He stands on one of the pool steps, half in – half out of the water, hoping to convince Auston to let him stay.

“Because we’re your parents not Uncle Freddie. Uncle Freddie doesn’t have to spend his time watching you.”

“I want to stay with Fweddie.”

“Well, you’re not.” Auston bites sharply, letting his frustration poke through. “You’re coming with Mommy and I.”

“I don’t want to go with you and Mommy,” he huffs, angrily smacking his hands against the water.

“Taylour, you are coming. Get out of the pool and get dressed, now.” Auston demands, but Tia catches the inflection in his voice and the smirk curving his lips.

“But why?” He raises his voice, becoming more frustrated with Auston’s unusual stern nature. Tia knew it wasn’t going to be easy getting her son from the pool, it never was.

“Because I said so.” Auston barks. “Keep it up and you won’t get to swim for the rest of the week.”

Taylour releases a loud and dramatic groan, then once again smacks his hands against the water. He stomps past Auston, grumbling under his breath, and goes right to Tia who has a warm fluffy towel waiting for him. Having lost the battle with his father, Taylour sets his sights on Tia, hoping for a different response.

“I don’t want to go, Mommy.” Taylour whined softly while he nestled his head to the crook of her neck. She hears the broken exhale and knows tears are on the way – he doesn’t handle Auston’s frustrations well - she just doesn’t know if they are real or fake.

“I know.” Tia kneels and starts rubbing her hands over his back, drying him off while softly comforting him. She gently tilts his head, and swats at the tears clinging to the corner of his eyes. “You have to come with us, sweetie.”

“Why?” Taylour sniffles, barely choking back the lump in his throat.

“Because we have a surprise for you.” Auston cards his hand through Taylour’s drenched curls and grabs his own towel.

“A surprise?!” He immediately perks up, his eyes widen and dart up to Auston. “What is it?”

“Wouldn’t be a surprise if we told you, silly.” Tia playfully boops his nose.

As if the last thirty seconds never happened, Taylour immediately takes off toward the sliding door and gives it a firm tug to drag it open. He runs inside too excited to close the door behind him, then scurries across the hardwood.

“No running on the stairs!” Auston yells after him, but he is too late, Taylour is at the top of the stairs, slipping on the hardwood as he sprints past the railing that overlooks the living room.

“What did we get ourselves into?” Tia jokingly whines when Taylour lets out an “ooh” as he uses his palms to catch himself from falling.

Auston wraps his painted arm around Tia, over her shoulder. Tia brings her hand up and grabs his, then leans against his hard chest. Little drops of water land on her shoulder and in her hair. In an almost scarily still tone he whispers, “you’re going to miss this level of calm.” The worst part is, he is right.

Like most car rides, Taylour quickly became impatient. It wasn’t long after he finished his cheeseburger and shake before the “where are we going,” “how much longer” and “are we there yet” started. They knew the almost hour drive would be long, and planned for it, but no amount of movies, superhero action figures, colouring books would be enough, when all he wanted was to do was swim.

“Mommy, I’m bored.” He whines and dramatically throws his head back against the car seat. He tosses the tablet, and it lands on the floor, bouncing on impact.

Auston huffs out a dry laugh. Like Taylour, his patience is wearing thin. “Wouldn’t be if you watched the movie.”

“I don’t want to watch the movie anymore.” Taylour promptly informs him. His feet kick against the car seat and he dramatically sighs, again.

“We’re almost there, Tay.” Tia turns in her seat and silently laughs at his outfit choice. He insisted on getting ready himself and his shoes are on the wrong feet, his shirt must have come from the laundry given the ketchup stain on the chest, and his shorts are bright neon yellow. The fashion designer in her cringes but as a mom, she is thrilled that he is dressed, and understands that some battles aren’t worth it.

“How many minutes?”

“Less than five.” She picks up the tablet and pauses the movie, then puts it in her bag.

“That’s too long.” Taylour kicks his legs out in a frustrated fit.

“Of course, it is.” Auston mutters sarcastically, his knuckles whitening around the steering wheel.

Tia snaps her head to Auston, and she gives him a look, one he hasn’t seen often but immediately recognizes. “I promise, you’re going to love your surprise.”

They continue driving down the quiet rural road, slowly maneuvering turns. Whatever playlist Auston selected is quiet, so quiet the only sound is the air conditioning whirring through the vents and the rhythmic beeping of the blinker. Tia presses her head against the window and watches the dust kick out from under the tires.

“We’re here.” Auston announces once the vehicle is parked in front of a large farmhouse.

Taylour perks up and tries to sit up in his seat as much as possible. He takes in the surroundings, a blue house with a simple white fence, not distinguishing or exciting for an almost four-year old.

“What are we doing here?” He asks, not hiding the disgruntled look on his face.

“This is a boring surprise, Daddy.”

“You sure about that?” Taylour freed himself from the car seat, and when Auston opens the door, he is quick to leap out.

“Yeah.” He crinkles his nose and closes the car door behind him. “There is no slide or pool, nothing fun.”

Tia hears small overlapping barks and yips coming from inside the home, her heart flutters. She has been waiting for this day her entire life.

Gravel crunches under her feet as she strolled around the car. She crouches down and puts her hand on her knees, bringing herself to Taylour’s eye level. She adjusts his ball cap over his curls then smiles. “Would it still be a bad surprise if we told you there were puppies inside?”

His brown eyes glow. “I want to see the puppies!” He blurts out.

Auston crouches down and smiles, almost bigger than Taylour. “What if we told you; we’re going to bring one home?”

“MY OWN PUPPY!” Taylour screams while jumping in the air.

“A family puppy.” Auston corrects him.

“I’M GETTING A PUPPY!” He shrieks, unphased by what Auston told him.

Auston knew he would be excited when he found out. He assumed there would be jumping and screaming, thought there was the possibility of joyful tears. What he didn’t count on was Taylour being so excited he’d sprint past them toward the front door without another word.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Taylour pounds on the door as hard as he can. “I’m here for my puppy!” Knock. Knock. Knock.

Auston and Tia had barely made it two steps before the door creaks open, a middle-aged woman stands on the other side.

“Hello.” She smiles to Taylour, then to Auston and Tia.

Taylour bounces on his heels, even though they can’t see his face they know he is beaming from ear to ear. “Hi, my name’s Taylour. I’m here for my puppy.”

“Taylour, you can’t just – “

“It’s fine.” She laughs, Taylour isn’t the first child to react this way. She moves to the side to let him pass then waits for Tia and Auston to make their way up the porch.

“Sorry, he has wanted a puppy since before he could walk.”

The three of them hear Taylour squeal as an overlapping chorus of barks and whines echo down the hall.

“No apologies needed.” They all step inside and see Taylour standing on the outside of the fenced in area. He is leaning as far as he can without losing his balance, scratching the tops of the puppies’ heads, giggling the entire time. “I’m Sandra, and that,” she eyes over to the full-size Bernese Mountain dog who is across from Taylour keeping a watchful eye on her pups, “is Stella the mom.” Shortly after a white poodle rounds the corner and walks right up to Auston, nudging his hand for some pets. “This suck is Teddy.”

“Hiya Teddy.” Auston bends down and is instantly met with a lick to the cheek.

“Which one is mine?” Taylour’s head is on a swivel. This puppy. That puppy. That puppy. He can barely keep up.

“We have to pick it.” Auston tells him.

“You can go in.” Sandra offers, motioning to the pen.

Auston and Tia step over the gate, then Auston hooks his arms under Taylour’s armpits to hoist him over. The three of them fall to the floor, immediately being swarmed by the puppies.

“Mommy!” Taylour giggles as one with a pink ribbon licks his cheek. “Mommy, I want this one.”

“Yeah?” She grins, gently scratching behind the ear.

“Any with a ribbon have a home already,” Sandra tells them. “They’ve all had their first round of shots and will be ready for the next one in about two weeks.”

“Daddy, look!” Taylour nods to his foot, where one is gnawing on his sock, attempting to pull it off.

“This one’s trouble huh?” Auston scoops up the black and white ball of fur, taking Taylour’s sock with him, then cradles it in his arms.

“He’s silly.” Taylour broadcasts, trying to yank the sock out of its mouth.

When the puppy keeps his jaw tightly clenched around Taylour’s sock, he sets the puppy on his lap to the ground and crawls over to Auston. He pets along its side with one hand, his other tugging on the sock, laughing the entire time. Finally, the puppy releases the sock only to start chewing at Auston’s wrist.

“I want this one.” Taylour gives it a kiss.

“Really? What about this one?” Tia eyes to the one curled in her lap, eyes getting heavy.

Taylour takes a second to glance between the two dogs, pondering Tia’s suggestion. She obviously knows just because a dog is calm now doesn’t mean it always will be, but something, most likely her motherly instinct is telling her not to pick the one already biting.

“Uhmmm.” He ponders. Taylour scoots closer to Tia to look at the puppy in her lap. “Ohh, this one is cute too, Mommy!”

“Mhm.”

Taylour’s eyes rapidly dart between the two dogs, and he appears deep in thought, but they both know he has zero selection criteria. A twinkle catches his eye, and his entire face somehow lights up even more.

“Can I have both puppies?”

“No.” Tia is very fast to answer.

“Puh-lease!” He turns to Auston. His move always is to try the other parent with hopes for a better outcome. “Please can I get two puppies, Daddy?”

Auston looks to Taylour, then to the puppy curled up in Tia’s arms sleeping, then to the one nibling at his wrist, and sighs. “I don’t think –“

“Please, Daddy! They can play together.” He eagerly cuts him off, desperately trying to bring home two dogs.

“Then who will you play with?” Tia can see the way Auston’s face is softening and knows she will have to be the one to shut this down.

“I’ll play with them, we’ll be best friends, all three of us!”

“I think we only need one dog for now.” Auston says dimly, but Tia knows if she wasn’t here to supervise, Auston would be bringing two dog’s home.

“No!” Taylour carefully climbs over the puppies and their toys to get to Auston and wraps his arms tightly around his neck. “We need two puppies, Daddy!”

Auston makes the mistake of looking at Taylour and sees the large pout and beady eyes, a cuteness barely rivalled by the puppy in his lap. Taylour falls to his knees and gets directly into Auston’s sightline. He puts his hands together as if he is praying, and desperately pleads with a croak in his voice. “Please can we get two, Daddy? Pleeeeease?”

Auston hates how his son knows exactly what to say and how to say it to make him forget all reason.

“Tay,” Auston sighs and prepares himself for the heartbreak, but he knows Taylour will get over it faster than Tia’s frustration if he gives in. “Just one.”

There is a groan that develops deep in his stomach as his shoulders drop. “No fair.”

“Look at how cute this little guy is though.”

Auston holds the wiggly puppy a little higher and hands it to Taylour. An excited yip comes from the puppy and a smile begins to creep its way back to Taylour’s face. “He is cute, Daddy.”

Auston reaches over and grabs a small stuffed pig and gives it to the puppy who wraps his mouth around it and starts whipping its head from side to side. “I want this one.” Taylour informs them without an ounce of hesitation.

Auston and Tia left Taylour with the puppies and found Sandra in the kitchen. They went over the paperwork and fine details. She gave them a bag with some food, a small blanket, along with a binder full of health information and veterinary records.

By the time they wandered back to the living room a few minutes later, Taylour had forgotten about his desire to bring home two. He was on his knees, heels digging into the back of his thighs, squeaking the pig in an attempt to engage the puppy.

“You two ready?” Tia walks to the edge of the puppy fencing, Auston’s hand on her back.

“Mhm.” Taylour enthusiastically nods. He stands up and Auston bends down to help him over then scoops up their puppy. “Thank you for my puppy!” Taylour addresses Sandra while making a beeline for the door.

Once Taylour was in the car, which was a task, he demanded the dog sit with him. Tia was a little uneasy about leaving them alone in the back, she had a feeling she should sit with them, just in case the puppy fell or wandered away and somehow found his way under a seat, but Auston assured her everything would be fine. He could tell she was anxious, so he reached over the console and laced his fingers with hers, then brought it to her lips and placed kisses on the back of her hand, knowing that would bring her to ease.

“What should we name him?” Auston asks as they sit at a red light, the steady sound of the blinker being drowned by the noise coming from the backseat.

“Rex.” Taylour proudly proclaims.

“Rex?” Auston probes with a laugh. The suggestion undoubtedly comes from the recent viewing of Toy Story. “I don’t know if that suits him.”

“Pickles!” He cheers from the back seat.”

“Pickles?” Tia shakes her head; she knew letting the almost-four-year-old name the dog would be a terrible idea. “What about Bernie?” She suggests in reference to its breed.

“No.” They simultaneously protest.

“How about Felix?” Auston pipes up. He doesn’t know why but the second he held him, that name felt right and it’s hard for him to imagine the dog as anything else.

“Yes!” Taylour promptly agrees. “I like that!”

Auston kept his hand linked with hers over the console as he drove the quiet Scottsdale streets. His eyes were mostly on the road, but he couldn’t help glancing in the rearview every chance he got, spending red lights turned around staring at Taylour and Felix.

The next few hours were somewhat of a blur. Taylour was eager to show Felix to Trevor and Fred. He had to FaceTime Mitch, Becks, Emily and Max,Sarah and Charlie, every person he knew. He never wanted to leave Felix, even tried getting him to come to the bathroom with him. He would lay on the floor beside him while he napped, pull him into his arms for pets, dangle a toy over his head, or run around in the yard, trying to get him to follow. Felix was a little overwhelmed at times, often quiet and reserved, unsure about the toys and people around him, but that didn’t stop Taylour. He was determined to be that pup’s best friend no matter what.

Auston found Tia in the kitchen checking her e-mail. Some Disney movie Taylour long ago lost interest in plays in the background, he uses the noise to sneak up in front of her. He presses himself into her and chuckles when she jumps.

Droplets of water fall from his hair and splatter on her shoulder, the towel that hangs loosely over his hips rubs against her thigh.

“He’s so happy.” Auston places a gentle kiss on her temple.

She peers out the glass doors to Taylour who is sitting on a lounger with Felix in his lap. She doesn’t know what he is saying, but he constantly laughs and places kisses to his head. Her heart is about to explode. She lets out a contentious sigh and rests her arms on his shoulders, aimlessly fiddling with the metal wrapped around his neck. “I’m so happy we did this.”

“Me too.” Auston tugs at her pony and tilts her head back, then places a kiss on her lips. “I love you, babe.”

“I love you, too.”

Tia is expecting another kiss on her lips, only Auston ducks down and starts sucking along her neck.

“Auston.” She tries to scold him, only to shriek when he grabs a handful of ass from under her damp bathing suit.

“I want to kiss my girlfriend without a little parrot announcing it.”

“I know.” Tia sighs, because he has been announcing it - six times so far. “But we should go to our boys.”

Our boys.

Auston loves the way that sounds and even though it’s only been a couple hours he can’t wait until their family grows even more.

“They’re fine, Fred and Trevor have it under control. “Besides, you have a boy here who needs you.” He rolls her hips over his slowly growing erection and carves his nails into her flesh.

“Auston.” She playfully swats at his chest, letting out a breathy laugh.

“I told you to add fucking me to your list of things to do today,” he growls.

His fingers trail over her skin, pricked with goosebumps, until they find the bows that are holding up the barely-there bikini bottoms. His fingers tangle in and he begins to tug, loosening the knot.

“It’s like 4 pm.” It’s a futile attempt. They both know it.

Having heard no reason to stop, Auston quickly hoists her onto the counter. The towel drops to the floor as he presses her knees apart. He gently teases his fingertips past the seam of her lips, sending a ripple of goosebumps up her spine.

She wants to give in.

She can’t help it.

She spent too much time without him, her heart (among other things) physically ached for him and his touch. She never wants to be without it again, never wants to crave his physical touch like she did.

Following the hitch in her breath, two fingers slide inside, and are greedily welcomed by her heat. She arches toward his electric touch and his mouth moves toward the sweet spot below her ear.

It barely takes two minutes before a slew of curse words roll off Tia’s tongue. The air between them gets sticky and Auston licks up her neck. She can see the bulge beneath his bathing suit, rapidly swelling as he continues to stroke her inner walls. Through the pleasureful haze Tia barely manages to get her fingers under the waist band.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Auston purrs against her neck, teeth nipping at her warm skin. Pressure builds inside her – everywhere – as Auston pets her silky inner walls. “I’m gonna bend you over this counter.” Auston’s breath is hot and heavy against her skin, fanning over her in hypnotic waves. “Kitchen’s gonna be so dirty we’ll need a hazmat team.”

Tia shudders. Her cheeks colour pink.

She wraps a leg around his hip and pulls him close. His left hand immediately finds her thigh and runs up and down. Fingerprints are left on her hips; bright red scratch marks decorate his shoulders. He’s hungry and he won’t stop until he’s had his fill of her.

“That’s what you want, right?” All thoughts disappear from her mind when his thumb starts caressing her swollen clit. Every part of her is consumed by him, and she struggles to even breathe. “To use my cock to christen this place, huh?” Her breasts bounce following every thrust, threatening to spill out of the stringy bikini top any moment. Little butterflies dance in her belly. She is barely keeping it together and Auston can tell. “M’gonna fuck you so hard a black light will break in here.”

“Mngh.” Tia chokes out, as if her tongue is glued to the top of her mouth.

“Let my friends hear.” Auston encourages her. He spits in his hand then it disappears, slathering his cock in saliva. She shudders when his warm erection nudges against her throbbing clit. “Cum baby. Show them how good I make you feel.”

Auston kneads at her fraying nerve as his breath gets hotter and heavier against her skin. They are so absorbed by the coil tightening in her belly, her release building and building -

“AUSTON!” Ema howls, absolutely horrified.

Nothing would get Auston to stop. Nothing, except his mother would get him to stop.

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huggybearluvr · 5 months

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So for the instagram edit for auston matthews what about Jeremy swayman's sister and Auston. Cause the bruins use to be rivals with the maple leafs

trader | am34

instagram edit

pairing: auston matthews x swayman!reader

summary: You and Auston had been dating for a little over two years, and to say your brother and his teammates are not the biggest fans would be an understatement.

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y/nswayman

liked by jeremyswayman, austonmatthews, and others

y/nswayman WELCOME TO Y/N'S POST RIVAL GAME RECAP!!! Tonight my lovely, handsome, super sexy boyfriends team took on my brothers team... AND WONNNN (P.S AUS YOU LOOKED SO EDIBLE IN THAT FIGHT) anywhoooo take the L @jeremeyswayman

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austonmatthews I looked edible? is that good or bad?

y/nswayman YES. YOU LOOKED SO SEXY

austonmatthews OH! thank you baby.

jeremyswayman You little shit. your a total trader, what happned to "bruins fan til I die?"

austonmatthews sorry dude shes got to much blue inside her every night to be a bruins fan

y/nswayman AUSTON MATTHEWS DON'T CHIRP MY BROTHER IN MY COMMENT SECTION USING MYYYY LOVE LIFE.

jeremyswayman I think I need bleach for my eyes.

bradmarchand trader.

charliemcavoy trader.

linusullmark trader.

patriceberegeron trader.

y/nswayman NOT YOU TOO BERGIE?!

bruinsoffical trader.

mitchmarner damn only my helmet made the post?!

y/nswayman sorry mitchy :(

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hockeybabe · 1 year

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So I did recently ask for a Quinn fanfic. And you did amazing like always!!

Could I maybe get an Auston Matthews one with smut and angst? I’m not really picky on the story as long as it involves me going from tears, to jumping for joy, to smirking. THANK YOU BESTIE!!

Am I Yours?||𝘈. 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘸𝘴

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Pairings: Auston Matthews x gf!reader

Summary: Auston makes sure you know who you belong to after having doubts.

Warnings: smut, oral (f!receiving), handjob, penetration (p in v), dirty talk, angst with a smut ending, Auston being an asshole, slut shaming, morning sex, squirting.

Word count: 1.2k

Requested: yes

Note: The urge I had to just make this an angst story but this is the smuttiest thing I've ever written

Being in a fairly new relationship with Auston was nerve-racking. You weren't going to lie, but when Auston first posted you on Instagram for Valentine's fans reactions were mixed. Many people didn't like you; frankly; most people didn't like the fact that Auston was off the roster for single men.

Auston constantly tried to reassure you that everything was okay and that they were just fans who didn't know either of us. It got harder when you showed up to games, fans would find you and interrogate you, asking you questions like "When will you break up?" "Are you using him?" Or "You're just another whore who wants him."

Tonight the Leafs will play the Blackhawks and Auston was just getting back into playing after a three-week injury. You've told Auston the fans were becoming too much and that you wouldn't be attending them anymore and just stayed in your apartment and watched.

Auston wasn't thrilled with the idea, but also knew that the fans were getting the best of you. You had many doubts on whether on not you two being together was a good idea. Reluctantly, Auston agreed not without arguing first.

He left for the game angry and said "We'll talk about the when the games over." and walked out the door. The Leafs lost by two, and when Auston got home it was clear the tension in the air was thick.

"Auston?" You call from the couch in your family room, pausing the tv. "What do you want?" He glares, walking into the room. You feel yourself confidence shrinking with the tone in his voice. Auston always brings happy/uplifting spirits when he talks.

"Look I know you're upset-"

"Upset, I'm more than upset, I'm fucking livid!" He shouts, throwing his hat to the side. Flinching, you pull your knees up to your chest. "First you're worried about the fans! Then, its not wanting to go to my games! I need my fucking girlfriend!"

"And I need you to understand!" You scream, tears welding in your eyes. "You need to understand how fucking hard it is hear your fans tell me all the time how I'm not good enough or that I'm a slut and just using you for fame!" You shout, getting up from the couch, facing Auston.

Auston runs his hands through his hair grunting. "Well you know what they say, start believing what people say and you become it." He mutters, not looking at you. "Fuck you." You whisper out, sobbing. "Fuck you! How dare you slut shame me! You know what? You're sleeping on the fucking couch." You shout, wiping the fallen tears, stomping upstairs to bed.

While lying on yours and Auston's bed you hear bangs coming from downstairs. As time passes, sleep becomes. practically impossible without Auston. Rolling over, you lay on Auston's pillow, inhaling his scent for comfort, feeling yourself slowly drift off to sleep.

꧁꧂

Getting out of bed was the last thing you wanted to do; part of you expected to see Auston lying right beside you when you woke up, but he must've stayed downstairs like you told him to. Grabbing your phone off the nightstand, you open instagram to see Auston posted on his story.

Feeling your heart clench and warmth devouring your body, you walk down the stairs to see Auston sleeping on the couch with a blanket barely covering him. Your panties dampen at the thought of having make-up sex with him and probably wake him up to it.

Straddling Auston's torso, you place open mouthed kisses on his face down to his jaw, then neck; you gasp at the feeling of two hands gripping your waist and a grunt leaving Auston's throat.

"What are you doing?" He mumbles huskily against your lips. Lifting your head and looking down at Auston, you smile. "I saw the post." You start, trailing your finger down his chest. "I want you to show me how much I'm yours." You smirks down at him.

Auston growls and sits up in response burying his face into your neck sucking and kissing, tilting your head as you let him take over, but not completely. Dragging your hand down his chest to the waistband of his sweats, you put your hand in reaching for his cock.

"That what your want baby, you want me to take my pants off." He whispers into your ear, peeling off your t-shirt. "Yes." You breath out, Auston obeys, taking both his sweats and boxers off at the same time. Auston, Auston's cock springs out, pre-cum, already spewing out.

"By the looks of it, you seem ready for me." You giggle, wrapping your hand around the tip of his cock, spreading his cum around the tip. "Fuck baby." He moans out, leaning on his elbows, leaning his head back as you rub his shaft up and down while your other hand plays with his balls.

"Baby, I'm gonna-" Before Auston can finish he bursts into your hand, smiling at him; you bring your hand to your mouth, licking it clean. Amusement and lust flash in Auston's eyes as he changes positions for you to be on the bottom of the couch.

"I'm gonna show you how much you belong to me." He growls, shimming down your body, kissing around your hips, and pulling your panties off since you weren't wearing any pants. Auston kisses on the insides of both your thighs getting closer to you pussy.

Auston blows onto your sensitive bud, watching you shudder in his hold "Auston please," you beg, gripping onto his hair. "Please what baby?" He taunts, blowing once more. "Lick me." You shudder again. Auston does as told giving you one lick and another and another, until you're coming apart in his hands.

Gripping his hair tightly, your head falls back onto the cushions as your orgasm takes over your entire body while Auston continues to rub your clit. "Auston its too much," You try to warn him, every time you and Auston have sex, he makes it his job to make you squirt since he was the first to do so.

Your ragged breath and body start to shake uncontrollably, as you try to warn Auston you're stopped as juices fly out of your pussy soaking the couch underneath you and Auston. "Fuck, that was so fucking hot." He mutters, kissing his way up your stomach to your face. "Look at you, you're practically cock starved. You want my cock?" He mocks playing with the buds of your nipples.

“Y-yes.” You answer out of breath, grinding your naked body against Auston’s. Auston runs his cock up and down your swollen slit, entering with no warning. You gasp as he thrusts once again. Auston leans over your body, burying his head into your neck, whispering comforting words.

You can tell Auston's as close as you are as his thrusts get sloppier and rougher. "Auston I'm-" "I know baby, I know." He mumbles, as he then commands you to cum. Auston collapses right beside you, pulling you closer to his naked chest. You both have small talk as Auston cleans you up and takes you upstairs back to bed.

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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you (the one after the All-Star) I William Nylander & Auston Matthews 🖋️⚡️

Alrighty, babes! So, based on the poll results and the fact that I've been considering this for some time, I've decided to go for this part 🙈

However, please bear in mind that if you're not keen on delving into anything involving 34 with his funny head shape, you're under no obligation to do so 😉 This side chapter will not impact the main storyline 🤍

And for those of you who secretly crave a 34 x 88 sandwich, I genuinely hope you enjoy this 🤍 💦 BTW this is pure smut!

Warnings; smut 18+, William Nylander x reader x Auston Matthews, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, voyeurism, protected sex (p in v) missionary, doggy/spit roast, oral sex (m receiving), just a lot of Dom!Willy;

Word count; 3.1K

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“I'm not ashamed that he wasn't the one Had no idea what we would become There's no regrets I just thought it was fun”

The dimmed lights from the bedside lamps filled the room with golden hue, the shadows of your bodies outlining the act on the walls, as you and William were tangled up in your bedsheets.

Still high on the thrills and excitement of the All-star game, you were passionately sharing kisses and deep moans, as your warm bodies were connected.

It was almost unbelievable how much passion the room oozed as yours and William’s tongues danced with each other, while your hands left no skin untouched. Then slowly, William let his pink lips wander from yours, exploring more skin as he traced down your jawline and finding the sensitive spots on your neck.

Lightly he nipped and bit down to mark his spot, before he let his mouth explore your collarbone, and continuing the journey down to your breasts. Each nipple getting the sensual attention it deserved, while his palm took care of the other.

William’s touch had you enchanted, completely under his spell, as his lips travelled further south, eventually reaching your needy core, eager to be touched. As you felt your walls pulsating in mere anticipation, you let out a small breath and gently let your fingers trace through William’s blonde locks.

“Please Willy,” you whimpered softly, and soon you were granted his skilful mouth.

Moans were unable to be restrained from your lips, as William indulged in your sweet honey, using his tongue to offer pleasure to your bud of nerves, coupled with how he let it explore every part of your sensitive flesh.

His arms held a firm grip onto your thighs, making sure you didn’t move your hips against him, yet it was hard not to try.

Feeling your orgasm slowly take form, you let out louder sensual noises, making sure William understood how good he was making you feel. Which only encouraged him to dive in further, enjoying every drop of your aroused juices, as he let himself get completely pussy drunk by you.

It was hot, to say the least, as you felt the thrilling rush of pleasure course through every vein, blurring your mind, as you closed your eyes and let yourself sink into William’s magical touch. Your hand gripped firmly onto the sheets, emphasising you nearing the peak of a climax, while the other took a hold of William’s hair.

“Oh yes,” you let out under your breaths, your chest heavily rising and lowering with very desperate need for air. And with the love of your life skilfully pleasuring you with his talented mouth, you surrendered to the high, letting your mind go completely hazy and your body numb from pleasure.

It was a feeling no words could describe. The way your boyfriend could so easily have to under his power, and make you feel so incredible, had your mind go crazy. He didn’t even have to do much, except for letting his sweet lips touch and lick you at your sensitive spot.

Then as he withdrew from your, his eyes darkly looking up to meet yours in a lustful and intense meet, he slowly came to hover you and let you taste yourself on his lips. It was sweet, yet slightly salty taste, but you enjoyed how you shared this intimacy.

And with a final kiss, William slowly leaned back, looking you deeply in the eyes as he studied your beautiful features.

“So skön,” he whispered softly, your eyes connected in the depth of the ocean his blue colour provided. “And you’re sure you want to do this?”

His whisper was almost rough, yet it held a deep tone of sincere desire.

And as you nodded gently, both of you turned your heads to face the man sitting in the chair next to bed. His hand firmly resting in is lap, as his member had grown fully hard by watching how William had provided you pleasure to reach an orgasm.

“He’ll only get to do as I instruct,” William spoke firmly, as his eyes again met yours. “If he does anything, that you don’t want to, say it.”

It was the ultimate game of power William had as Auston had joined the two of you for a night in the bedroom. Only this once, would your boyfriend let another man set his hands on you, touch you and please you, solely under his instructions.

And you had to admit it was indeed fascinating. To see how your William would dominate not only you but also his teammate, all while you were brought to pleasure.

Gently William rolled away from you, yet not too far, just to rest by your side on the bed while he silently invited Auston to join the two of you on the bed.

You couldn’t help but glance at the Arizona man who approached you, studying his naked and toned physique, in the soft glow. His face spoke nothing but lust and anticipation, and with William’s permission Auston came to kneel on the bed. And for an intense moment of silent male dominance, William’s eyes were settled on his teammate as he vocalised his rules.

“Condom, Aus?” his deep voice secured the safety, and Auston merely nodded, his eyes fixated on you. “And no kissing on the lips,” William added, his tone still steady and rough. And again, Auston nodded, showing he understood the clear instructions set by the Swede.

Then with William again offering his permission, Auston lined his throbbing member with your tight entrance, ready to be filled as William had already made sure you were beyond aroused. Leaning over you, Auston connected his lips with the sweet spots on your neck, where William had just marked you up, as he slowly pressed his member into your core, stretching your walls. Your hand swiftly found his dark hair, while the other sought the back of his shoulder to hold on to.

It felt different from William. Everything from Auston’s lips to his hard cock was different, yet you couldn’t deny it brought you pleasure. His cock did make you feel good, though it was thick it wasn’t as long as William’s. Nor did it have the slight curve that always made sure to hit your sensitive spot just right.

And as Auston gently rocked his hips, letting his length stimulate your inside and hit your sensitive spots, you felt the pleasure once more building up within you. Moans were slipping of your tongue, your breaths slowly growing incoherent, as the teammate increased the intensity of his thrust.

You almost couldn’t keep your eyes open, yet you forced yourself to keep your eyes locked with your boyfriend’s, feeling the need to have him intimate with you and Auston.

William’s eyes stared intensely as you while you were being fucked by his teammate, his hand gently stroking his hard member. This was very much better than porn. Here he could watch the girl he loved in nothing but pleasure, all while he could control the scene as he liked.

“Does he make you feel good baby?” William inquired huskily under his breaths, feeling his own climax slowly forming with every stroke, your moans sounding like sweet music to his ears.

“Yes,” you managed to speak lightly in between moans of pleasure, as you felt the orgasm about to come closer.

“Good, baby.”

It was important for William that you felt nothing but good. It was a boundary that had been crossed for all of you, but given Auston’s desire to touch you, William had given it to give. With the condition that he made sure to make you come first.

And feeling how good you felt around his length, Auston was coming closer to the edge sooner than he’d expected.

Your cunt was like a paradise for his member. The tightness of your walls hugged him so gracefully, providing him warmth and comfort, enough to get him close to the brim.

“Fuck Willy, she feels so good,” Auston let out deep breath, as he felt his cock twitching.

But the instructions were clear. He had to make you come first.

But as he too felt his own climax slowly approaching, Auston increased the force of his thrusts, trying to send you closer to your peak.

“Mmm, yes,” you moaned, signalling that you were feeling the rush gradually come closer, yet you just couldn’t quite reach it.

Sending your distress, your boyfriend had an idea on how to handle it.

“How bout you ride Auston a little?” He suggested with a low seductive voice, to which you nodded.

Gently Auston then withdrew himself from you, feeling a small sense of relief that he could have some time to manage his arousal and make sure you’d reach your peak before he did.

Moving around the mattress he rested in his back and you fluently came to straddle him, slowly and seductively sinking yourself on his member.

Auston tried his best to control himself, letting you take charge, his hands resting in your things as you began slowly rocking your hips, letting his length stimulate shout walls.

“Does that feel good älskling?” William inquired a she studied how you pleased yourself using his teammate.

“Yeah, he feels good…” you breathed out in between moans. Supporting your hands on his muscular chest, you increased you speed a little, letting the air be filled with sexual harmonies.

Yet William knew you needed more to reach your much needed orgasm, so carefully, he moved to straddle Auston’s legs behind you, pressing his torso against your back, and began placing kisses on your neck. You feel his hard cock hard and proud against your lower back, as his arms embraced you gently, one palm finding your breast, while the other slowly traced down your belly and let itself settle on your craving core.

“Tell me what you want,” William roughly spoke, as he bit down your neck, while his eyes locked with his teammate underneath you, though you all knew he was talking to you.

“I want you to touch me…” you whimpered softly, aching for his fingers to move closer to your pea of nerves, as you enjoyed Auston’s cock inside you.

“That’s all?”

“Mmm, make me cum, Willy…” Though it was worded as a command, it was spoken as a plea.

And William was more than happy to obliged. Still remaining his eyes on Auston who was showing nothing much pleasure by your amazing cunt wrapped around him, William slowly began curling your clit, stimulating the 8.000 nerves connecting that send your mind, body and soul closer to the edge.

You felt yourself squirming under his touch, your breaths out of sync and your hips moving faster, eager and determined to make it to the finish line. And with Auston’s cock inside you, massaging your walls and hitting your deep spot, coupled with William’s fingers you were just about to reach it.

“That’s it baby,” William whispered sensually in your ear, yet loud enough for Auston to hear it. “Come for us, show Auston what a good girl you are.”

And with his magical voice, William send you into the high, letting your arch your back against him, as you closed your eyes, lean your head on his shoulder and moaned out in mere pleasure.

It wasn’t the most intense orgasm you’d reached, yet it was still amazing and wonderful, causing your mind to go hazy and your vision to blur.

William then gently withdrew his hand, allowing you to calm from the ecstasy and refill your lungs with air.

It was so hot. Not just the warm, steamy air in your bedroom, but also the feeling of being in between two large hockey bodies. Never would you have imagined such a scenario, not even believing William would have agreed to it. Yet here you were.

And equally in disbelief Auston was amazed by your body. Naturally he’d imagined you naked a few times, but he’d been sure it would only ever extend to a fantasy. However with William’s permission he was now buried inside you, feeling himself getting closer to a climax as you clenched around his throbbing member.

“Seems like he’s been making you feel good baby, should we let him come as well?” William then asked, his eyes still focused on Auston as he was suggesting to grant him the relief he was craving.

Turning your head a little to find William’s features in the corner of your eye in the dimmed light, you nodded. “Yes, let him come - but I also want to taste you.”

And your wishes were their commands. With a light smirk on his face, William then moved from his position, gently guiding you off Auston while you all again repositioned.

“On your hands and knees,” William instructed darkly, and naturally you did as he said.

Then with Auston kneeling behind you, you felt his cock once more slowly enter your core, yet this time his thick member hit you just right, causing louder moans to escape you.

“Fuck,” Auston moaned deeply as he felt your walls again hugging tightly. “You feel so amazing baby girl.”

It wasn’t intentionally Auston let the nick name slip, but with the way you felt around him as he began to slowly thrust in you again, his mind was going wild. He knew he wouldn’t last long in the position, yet he intended to enjoy every single second of it.

Meanwhile, William knelt in front of you, his hard cock just in high and angle with your mouth. As he softly stroked his fingers through your hair, he intensely met your gaze, his lips parting a little as you slowly wrapped your moist lips around his cock.

“Mmm, fuck yes…” he cursed under his breath, feeling the heat form your warmth embrace him as you covered his length with saliva and took him further down your throat like he knew you could. He couldn’t help but gulp as he looked at how gorgeous you were before him, looking up through your lashes as he gently rocked his hips against your mouth. You’d become so skilled with your mouth, and William had to restrain himself from not choking you out of mere pleasure.

You knew you did him well, though it wasn’t easy with Auston pounding into you from behind, his motions slowly increasing in force and speed, as you sensed he was getting closer to his peak. His firm grip on your hips spoke his signals loud and clear, and as you too could feel another pending orgasm approach, you knew it could bring you both to the brim.

The softened glow of the bedside lamps cast a golden hue throughout the room, with the silhouettes of your bodies etched upon the walls as you and William were entwined in the bedsheets.

Still buzzing with the excitement of the All-star game, you both fervently exchanged kisses and deep moans, your warm bodies intimately connected.

The intensity of passion in the room was almost surreal as your tongues danced together, and your hands explored every inch of each other's skin. Gradually, William allowed his lips to wander from yours, tracing down your jawline to discover the sensitive spots on your neck.

Gently nipping and biting to leave his mark, he then explored your collarbone before continuing his journey down to your breasts. Each nipple received the tender attention it deserved, while his hand attended to the other.

Enchanted by William's touch, you found yourself completely under his spell as his lips moved further south, eventually reaching your eager core, craving his touch. Feeling your anticipation build, you released a soft breath and delicately ran your fingers through William's blonde locks.

"Please, Willy," you whispered softly, and soon you were met with his skilled mouth.

Moans escaped your lips uncontrollably as William savoured your sweet honey, using his tongue to lavish pleasure upon your sensitive nerves, exploring every inch of your delicate flesh.

With a firm grip on your thighs, he prevented you from moving your hips, though the urge was undeniable.

As your orgasm built, you emitted louder, more sensual sounds, ensuring William knew just how exquisite he was making you feel. And his eagerness only spurred him on, relishing every drop of your arousal as he allowed himself to become utterly intoxicated by your essence.

The intensity was staggering as waves of pleasure surged through your veins, clouding your mind. And with eyes closed, you surrendered to William's enchanting touch, one hand gripping the sheets tightly as you approached the peak of ecstasy, while the other grasped his hair.

"Oh, yes," you murmured breathlessly, your chest rising and falling rapidly, desperate for air. With the love of your life skilfully pleasuring you with his adept mouth, you succumbed to the euphoria, letting your mind drift into a blissful haze as your body tingled with pleasure.

It was an indescribable sensation. The way your boyfriend effortlessly wielded power over you, leaving you feeling utterly incredible, sent your mind into a frenzy. He hardly had to do much, merely letting his tender lips touch and tease your most sensitive spot.

Then as he withdrew from you, his eyes darkly locking onto yours with a lustful intensity, he slowly positioned himself above you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. The taste was sweet yet slightly salty, but you relished in the intimacy of the moment.

With a final kiss, William leaned back, gazing deeply into your eyes as he admired your beautiful features.

"So skön," he whispered softly, his eyes capturing yours with the depth of the ocean. "And are you sure you want to do this?"

His whisper held a hint of roughness, yet it carried a sincere desire.

And as you nodded gently, both of you turned your heads to face the man sitting in the chair next to the bed. His hand rested firmly in his lap; his member fully hard from witnessing William bring you to orgasmic pleasure.

"He'll only do as I tell," William stated firmly, his gaze once again meeting yours. "If there's anything you don't want, speak up."

It was the ultimate display of power as Auston joined you and William for a night in the bedroom. This was a rare occasion where your boyfriend allowed another man to touch and please you, but strictly under his guidance.

Admittedly, it was a fascinating dynamic to witness. Watching William assert his dominance not only over you but also over his teammate, all while ensuring your pleasure.

William gently rolled away from you, not too far, just enough to lie beside you on the bed as he silently beckoned Auston to join you both.

You couldn't help but steal glances at the Arizona man as he approached, observing his naked, toned physique illuminated by the soft glow of the room. His expression betrayed nothing but desire and anticipation, and with William's approval, Auston knelt on the bed. In a moment of intense silent dominance, William's gaze remained fixed on his teammate as he outlined the rules.

"Got a condom, Aus?" his deep voice ensured safety, and Auston simply nodded, his eyes locked on you. "And no kissing on the lips," William added, his tone still firm and unwavering. Once again, Auston nodded, acknowledging the clear instructions laid out by the Swede.

Then with William's approval once more granted, Auston positioned his pulsating member at your tight entrance, primed to enter as William had already ensured you were thoroughly wet. Leaning over you, Auston's lips found the sweet spots on your neck where William had just left his marks, as he gradually eased his member into your core, stretching your walls. Your hand instinctively found its way into his dark hair, while the other gripped the back of his shoulder for support.

It was a different sensation from William. Everything from Auston's lips to his firm cock felt distinct, yet undeniably pleasurable. Though not as lengthy as William's, Auston's girth brought its own form of satisfaction. And yet, without the slight curve that always ensured William hit your sensitive spot just right, Auston's thrusts still managed to stimulate you deeply.

And while Auston gently rocked his hips, his length stimulating your innermost desires and targeting your most sensitive areas, the pleasure once again surged within you. Moans slipped from your lips, your breaths growing increasingly erratic as he intensified his thrusts.

You struggled to keep your eyes open, but you forced yourself to maintain eye contact with your boyfriend, craving the intimacy shared between the three of you.

William's eyes bore into you with intense focus as his teammate pleasured you, his own hand gently stroking his hardened member. This experience surpassed any pornography; here, he could witness the woman he loved immersed in pure pleasure, all while maintaining control over the scene as he desired.

"Does he make you feel good?" William huskily inquired, his own climax slowly building with each stroke, your moans serving as sweet melodies to his ears.

"Yes," you managed to utter amidst the waves of pleasure, feeling the orgasm drawing near.

"Good, baby."

Ensuring your pleasure was paramount to William. Although boundaries had been pushed for all involved, given Auston's desire to engage with you, William had consented under the condition that he prioritised your satisfaction first.

And feeling the exquisite sensation of your warmth surrounding him, Auston found himself nearing the edge sooner than expected.

Your cunt enveloped his member like a paradise. The gentle embrace of your walls provided him with both warmth and ecstasy, bringing him closer to climax with each passing moment.

"Fuck, Willy, she feels incredible," Auston exclaimed, his breaths deepening as he felt his member pulsating with anticipation.

But the instructions were crystal clear: he had to ensure you reached climax first.

And sensing his own climax drawing near, Auston intensified the force of his thrusts, aiming to push you closer to your peak.

"Mmm, yes," you moaned, indicating that you were on the brink of ecstasy, yet just unable to quite reach it. Recognising your frustration, your boyfriend devised a solution.

"How about you ride Auston for a bit?" he suggested in a seductive whisper, to which you eagerly nodded.

Almost with a sense of relief, Auston withdrew from you, taking a moment to regain control of his arousal, ensuring you’d come before he’d reach his own.

Shifting positions on the mattress, he then lay back as you smoothly straddled him, slowly sinking down onto his member with seductive grace.

Auston concentrated on maintaining restraint, allowing you to take charge as his hands rested on your thighs while you began to rhythmically rock your hips, allowing his length to stimulate your walls.

"Does that feel good, älskling?" William inquired as he observed you pleasing yourself with his teammate.

"Yeah, he feels good..." you breathed out between moans, your hands finding purchase on Auston’s muscular chest as you increased your pace, filling the air with the symphony of your shared moans.

Yet, sensing your need for more to reach climax, William carefully shifted to straddle Auston's legs behind you, pressing his torso against your back and peppering kisses along your neck. You could feel his proud, hardened member against your lower back, his arms enveloping you tenderly, one hand finding your breast while the other trailed down your belly, settling on your eager core.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded roughly, nipping at your neck as his gaze locked with his teammate’s beneath you, though it was clear he was addressing you.

"I want you to touch me..." you whimpered softly, longing for his fingers to draw nearer to your sensitive nerves, even as you relished Auston's cock inside you.

"Is that all?" William pressed; his tone suggestive.

"Mmm, make me cum, Willy..." Though it was stated as a command, it carried the weight of a plea.

And William was more than willing to comply. Keeping his eyes fixed on Auston, who displayed evident pleasure at the sensation of your incredible warmth around him, William slowly began to caress your clit, stimulating the 8,000 nerves that connected and propelled your mind, body, and soul ever closer to the edge.

You found yourself squirming under his touch, your breaths erratic and your hips moving faster, driven by a fervent determination to reach the peak. With Auston's member inside you, tantalising your walls and targeting your deepest spots, coupled with William's skilled fingers, you were on the verge of reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy.

"That's it, baby," William whispered sensually in your ear, his voice carrying enough volume for Auston to hear. "Come for us, show Auston what a good girl you are."

And with his enchanting words, William pushed you into over the edge, causing you to arch your back against him, closing your eyes and resting your head on his shoulder as you moaned in pure pleasure.

While it may not have been the most intense orgasm you'd ever experienced, it was still extraordinary and delightful, leaving your mind foggy and blurred.

William then gently withdrew his hand, allowing you to gradually return from the euphoria and fill your lungs with air.

The atmosphere was electric, not just due to the warm, steamy air in the bedroom, but also the sensation of being surrounded by two formidable hockey players. Never would you have imagined such a scenario, nor would you have believed William would agree to it. Yet here you were.

And equally astonished, Auston found himself marvelling at your body. While he had undoubtedly fantasised about you naked before, he had always considered it nothing more than a fantasy. However, with William's permission, he was now intimately connected with you, feeling himself drawing closer to climax as you clenched around his throbbing member.

"Seems like he's been treating you well, baby. Should we allow him to come as well?" William inquired, his gaze still fixed on Auston as he proposed granting him the relief he sought.

Turning your head slightly to catch sight of William's features in the dim light, you nodded. "Yes, let him come - but I also want to taste you."

And your wishes were their commands. With a faint smirk playing on his lips, William shifted from his position, gently guiding you off Auston as you all repositioned.

"On your hands and knees," William instructed with a dark tone, and obediently, you complied.

With Auston kneeling behind you, you felt his member once again slowly entering your core. This time, however, his thick member hit all the right spots, eliciting louder moans from you.

"Fuck," Auston groaned deeply as he felt your walls embracing him tightly once more. "You feel incredible, baby girl."

Unintentionally, Auston let the nickname slip, but the sensation of being enveloped by you as he began to thrust slowly drove his mind wild. He knew he wouldn't last long in this position, but he was determined to savour every single moment of it.

Meanwhile, William knelt before you, his hardened member positioned just inches from your mouth. As he tenderly ran his fingers through your hair, his gaze locked intensely with yours, his lips parting slightly as you slowly enveloped his cock with your moist lips.

"Mmm, fuck yes..." he muttered under his breath, feeling the warmth of your mouth taking him in as you coated his length with saliva and took him deeper down your throat with practiced ease. He couldn't help but gasp as he admired your beauty before him, gazing up at him through your lashes as he gently rocked his hips against your mouth. You had become incredibly skilled with your oral technique, and William had to exert self-control to prevent himself from choking you, succumbing entirely to the overwhelming pleasure.

You knew you were pleasuring him well, despite the challenge of Auston's powerful thrusts from behind.

Signalling his approach to climax, Auston’s movements gradually intensified in force and speed. His firm grip on your hips conveyed his intentions clearly, and as you felt another orgasm building within you, you sensed that it could push both of you over the edge.

Then observing a small tear trickling from the corner of your eye amidst the sounds of your sweet gagging noises, William understood that you were on the brink of climax again. And so gently, he withdrew his member, allowing you to gasp for air as you were unable to suppress the moans elicited by Auston's fervent thrusts.

"Is Tony making you come, baby?" William inquired seductively, softly caressing your cheek and lower lip as you looked up at him.

"Yes..." you whimpered, feeling your needy core clenching and pulsating, dripping with juices as Auston intensified his thrusts.

"Oh, fuck yes," you heard him breathe out behind you, eager to release himself. Yet, he also desired to prove that he could bring you pleasure, driving his shaft deeper and harder into you while steadying himself with his hands. "Come for me, my baby girl... yes..."

"Oh yes, Aus... I'm coming," you moaned almost embarrassingly loudly, closing your eyes once more as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

And with you clenching firmly around his cock, it only took a few more thrusts before Auston let out a deep grunt, emptying himself into the condom.

Secretly, he wished he could have released directly inside you, but he obediently followed William's clear instructions in order to experience the pleasure of being with you. He was just more than satisfied that he had agreed to the terms. And as he calmed from his climax, Auston couldn't help but appreciate the sight before him: your exposed ass with his cock still buried inside you.

But then, slowly regaining control of your breath and body, your attention shifted to the man before you. Still riding the high of raw passion, you yearned to reciprocate the pleasure your boyfriend, and now Auston, had bestowed upon you.

"Willy... let me make you come," you whimpered, and naturally, he couldn't resist your seductive offer.

"Do you want Auston to watch?" he inquired.

"Yes..."

Although Auston preferred to be directly involved in the act, he couldn't deny the incredible allure of watching you on your knees before William.

The ease with which you took him into your throat, working his shaft with your hand while emitting the sexiest gagging sounds, ignited a fire within him that he hadn't known existed.

Seated once again in the chair, Auston found himself frustrated yet enthralled as he observed his Swedish teammate close his eyes, tilt his head back, and surrender to the waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

In this position, William allowed you to have ultimate control. The way you willingly took him in, allowing yourself to choke on his cock, drooling and gagging, was something he would gladly surrender to any time.

Your beautiful eyes shimmered as you tried to watch him through your lashes, savouring every sound elicited by your actions.

"Shit, baby, I'm gonna come..."

And it was only a matter of seconds before William released his cum down your throat, accompanied by deep moans and grunts.

You relished in every drop he offered, the mix of sweet and salty stickiness coating your tongue as you swallowed with grace. And while taking your time to suck William empty and clean, you offered Auston a quick glance. Then releasing his member from your mouth, you flashed William a satisfied smirk, pleased with how you had pleased your man while showcasing to his teammate just how skilled you could be.

The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming for all three of you.

Auston had fulfilled his deepest desires by being close to you, you had reached three orgasms through the touch of two men, and William had asserted his ultimate dominance. Yet, there was something he couldn't let go entirely.

As he stroked your lower lip after you swallowed his load, he offered you a content smirk. "Du är min prinsessa..." And then, glancing over at Auston, he adopted a more serious tone. "Don't ever call her your baby girl again."

Auston simply nodded immediately, understanding that you belonged to William, and it had been a privilege for him to have touched you.

And after Auston had left the condo, you swiftly snuggled up in your boyfriend's arms. Despite the excitement and heat of having Auston join you in bed, you knew that William's embrace was where you truly belonged.

"Was it good, baby?" he asked softly, his gaze gentle as he studied your face.

"Absolutely, Willy," you replied with a content smile, getting lost in the depths of his blue eyes. "Auston was amazing."

"Good, otherwise I'd have to punch him," he chuckled lightly.

"No need, babe, he did so well."

As exhaustion washed over you, you felt your body relaxing and your mind drifting off. And a smile lingered on your lips as you welcomed the embrace of sleep.

Suddenly, you gasped sharply and jolted awake. Your body felt hot and covered in pearls of sweat, your core tingling and pulsating with arousal. Sitting up straight, you briefly glanced at your sleeping boyfriend, attempting to control your heavy breathing and shake off the lingering effects of the very real and very intense dream of Auston Matthews.

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