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;; 12 Days of Kinkmas 2022 Day 8 - The Road Wife Holiday Special - The Holiday Party

Summary: You and the team celebrate the Holiday season with their annual holiday party that focuses on family fun! You struggle under the presence of the wives and families, but you can always count on some of the guys to assure you’re having a good time even when the times are tough. Featured Players: Steven Stamkos, Zach Bogosian, Anthony Cirelli, Alex Killorn Kinks & Triggers: implied breeding kink, lingering touches, adultery, sex work, fingering, getting caught in the act. Word Count: 5191

TAGLIST : @wingedwheelprxncess @mitchymainer @equallyshaw @starshine-hockey-girl @beccaiscold @samanthasgone

The room was loud, louder than you could have anticipated even after well over a year of working for the Tampa Bay Lightning organization. You had been in the arena after outstanding goals, and hard-fought victories that sent the fans wild, and somehow even the arena seemed to pale in comparison to the holiday party hosted by the organization for the team, its staff, and their families. It was not long after the noon hour, and Santa had already made an appearance, leaving behind presents they had brought for them, presents that had left children squealing with joy. A joy that was so loud that it left your ears ringing as you knelt down beside one of the many tables set up with children’s activities. With no kids, or family, of your own to bring to the party, you have volunteered your time to help it move a little more smoothly for those who did. For now, that meant cleaning up the tables that were decorated with paper stripped from broken crayons and writing the names of children on the back of forgotten pieces of art so you could give them to their parents later.

It wasn’t too demanding of a job for you, the children bringing a smile to your face - even if it felt a bit odd to be working with the families of the guys you served as their road wife for so closely. It made your stomach uneasy as it felt like two separate worlds were colliding - and your head was left spinning when you looked up from the scribbled-on table to come face to face with Stamkos and his wife who was carrying their second-born son in her arms - and their first born trailed close behind them his wide blue eyes looking around the room as he insisted that they go see the zamboni.

His wife opened up one arm as she greeted you with your name spoken so sweetly from her lips. Your stomach did a somersault in your gut. You shouldn’t be so nervous to be around her - she was one of the ones that hired you after all, and she had always been kind to you, but that somehow made her all the more intimidating to you. You welcomed her single-armed hug with a smile, hugging her in return - careful not to disrupt the sleeping baby in her arm. When you pulled back, Stamkos was stepping forward, both his arms open and welcoming you. You almost hesitated, feeling as if it would be the right thing to do to reject his embrace but you were falling into it so quickly.

It was such a normal thing to be touched by him. To feel the warmth of the touch of his hands against your back, and the strength of his arms as he held you. Your arms wrapped around him in return carefully, your fingers a ghost of a touch on his back as he held you. You wanted to make it brief, to pull back with a laugh and a smile towards his wife that you knew he loved and respected more than anyone, but his hold lingered and his words hot against your ear ask he muttered out to you; “you’ve been doing great with the kids.”

To anyone else, it would have sounded like a simple compliment, but to your ears, his words were almost goddamn sinful. You could practically feel the gruffness of his tone in your bones. The implication behind his words was much stronger than their face value. No. Stamkos wasn’t telling you that you were good with the kids. He was telling you oh so subtly with the tone of his voice just how fun it would be to breed you.

Pulling back, you brought a hand up to push your hair back from your face, hoping that it enough would be enough to hide the blush that threatened to creep up on your cheeks. “Thank you,” was all you could manage at first, your tongue almost feeling swollen in your mouth as your body struggled to combat the thoughts that came with the captain’s implications.

“-I mean, the kids make it so easy. They’re all so well-behaved.” You stressed your last word, an extra emphasis on the syllables be·have, as you looked up at Stamkos and hoped that he could take the hint. “Were you guys coming back for hiss drawing?” you asked, taking a step back to the table as you pointed towards the stacks of paper you had collected. You had enough to fill up a small museum.

“No, no,” his wife shook her head slowly, her curls slipping to fall down the length of her back, “we have more than enough of those at home. We actually wanted to give you something,” she smiled at you her hand waving towards her purse that hung off her shoulder - digging through it would be too much of an effort and risk waking the sleeping child in her arms - “Steven, honey, in my purse-”

Stamkos smiled, his large hand slipping into the purse that was more of a diaper bag with ease. He rummaged through it carefully, drawing out a small box wrapped in a ribbon. There was only one thing that came in a box that was that small, jewelry, and you were less than eager to accept it.

“You guys didn’t have to do that,” you held up both hands in front of you in a silent protest, “I shouldn’t really. I can’t accept-”

She shook her eat, her smile growing as she continued to insist, “as a thank you for all that you do for us and the team.”

Your lips fell apart with a sigh, a single hand reaching out to take the small box with hesitancy - you could always try to get him to take back the gift on the next road trip. You forced a smile, trying to hide the guilt and shame if felt to be taking a gift from the man his wife paid you to sleep with on a regular basis. It was light in your hand, and that eased your guilt, but only a little.

Careful fingers pulled the ribbon free, letting it fall to the ground before you lifted the top of the box free. You almost swore at the sight of what was inside as you looked up at Stamkos, your tongue ready to protest again but his gaze rendered you silent. His blue eyes were firmly locked on you, almost icy cold, silently telling you: don’t you dare try to refuse again, or you’re going to pay for it later.

“It’s beautiful,” you managed, your fingertips reaching into the shallow box and stroking over the necklace that rested neatly inside. It wasn’t just a simple chain, no, its charm was a single paper airplane that would hang down over your heart. You loved it and hated it all at once, knowing all too well what it symbolized what you were to them.

“Thank you-” you spoke as you tried to close up the lid but his wife was quick to cut in.

“You’ve got to put it on,” she smiled, “Steven, help her.”

“No really it’s fine,” you assured, but he was already taking the box from your hands and taking the necklace from the box. His thick fingers struggled with the fastener for a moment before he waved his hand to have you spin around. You took two careful steps so that you stood with your back to Stamkos and stood there with your breath held. Your hands reached up, holding your hair out of the way as Stamkos reached around you, the touch of his fingertips blazing hot against your skin as it dragged over the exposed skin of your chest and collarbone as he fixed the necklace just right. That same feather-light touch grazed around the angles of your neck and to your back where he fastened the necklace and let it hang down, the charm resting at the peak of your cleavage.

“Thank you,” you muttered again, your hand raising to rest over the charm as you looked to his wife who wore a wide grin.

“It’s perfect,” she enthused, her own hand reaching out to touch the chain, the metal complimenting your skin perfectly, “I know it’s not much but when I saw it I knew we had to get it for you.”

You looked up at her through thick lashes, a little surprised that she had been the one to pick it out - the last time you checked, your husband’s slut wasn’t often on the list of people who you bought gifts for during the holidays.

“Thank you really, you two didn’t have to get me anything,” you assured them both one more time, and his wife reached out to one of yours with her free hand.

She gave it a gentle squeeze, her eyes meeting yours with a knowing gaze. “The work you do here is very important to us,” and the way she said your name next left your stomach in knots. Did she not know of all the chaos the existence of your role had caused or did she simply know and not care? “And we wanted to make sure you felt that appreciation.”

Oh, you felt it, you thought to yourself as you sighed to yourself, in more ways than one.

The two of you exchanged smiles one last time before Stamkos knelt down to hoist his eldest son up into his arms. He rested him on his hip, the child offering you a shy wave as she didn’t quite know who you were beyond Daddy’s work friend, or in his mind: The nice lady with the crayons. You offered him a soft smile in return before you let your gaze fall back to the table where his scribbles still waited to be cleaned. You reached for a wet rag, the glistening of your new necklace catching your eye as you overheard the Stamkos family’s next destination: the zamboni.

The zamboni moved along the ice, polishing it with its gentle glide and leaving the surface smooth - almost glass-like - and beckoning to the skates that threatened to cut it. The rink was overcome by the clamour of children and their skates once the zamboni was clear from the surface. Players and their children took to the ice’s surface for their holiday skate. A smile split over your face at the sight. The young children stepped onto the ice and stumbled before they could find their balance. Some sought out the hand of their mother or father, others had the help of skate training aids and others were so small they were carried in the arms of their parents or older siblings. It was a precious sight, one that you felt like you were intruding on as you sat on the bench, your skates tied up tight and ready. The office staff had already taken to the ice during the morning, leaving the rink for the players in the afternoon. You regretted not skating sooner - this was a time for the families, not you.

The tight feeling in your stomach had you reaching down to loosen your laces, but you were stopped by a hand so large it made your own hand look almost childlike. You look up through your hair that’s fallen down into your face and up to the familiar one that smiles down at you. It was defenceman Zach Bogosian smiling down at you, his long hair pulled up into a bun and his beard trimmed and tamed for the occasion. You didn’t know him well, or at least not as well as the others on the team, but he knew your role well. He had been part of the team that started the Road Wife program and had experienced the first wife and the Bolts first successful cup win before moving to Toronto in the off-season. He spent the entirety of the shortened season there while you took on the mantle of road wife with Tampa Bay, only to come back this season as the Bolts were determined to chase the possibility of a third consecutive cup. While he had been back no more than four months, he always made you feel comfortable around him - even now as you were ready to head back to the activities in the main hall.

“Don’t tell me you’re done before we could even get started,” he smiled, his voice instantly easing the uneasiness in your stomach.

“I um-” you stuttered slowly, the laces of your skate slipping through your fingers like ribbon, “I was going to wait until the families wrapped up…” Yes, that answer should suffice.

Zach looked out over the ice, watching as his son moved around the rink with short strides effortlessly, and the small clusters of families that skated with him as mere obstacles to the boy, “I think there’s room for one more,” he assured, his hand leaving your for a moment to tighten the lace on the skate you were keen to take off moments ago. Zach even reached over to the second skate, letting his hand move over the laces with a smirk, “this isn’t your first time, huh?”

“They didn’t just hire me because I’ve got a pretty face,” you countered, your words unintentionally flirty as he reached out to take your hand. He held your hand carefully, casually, as he helped your out onto the ice and he didn’t let go even as you both were taking your first, effortless, strides. You were not an expert skater, but you weren’t new to it either and could keep up with the older kids at the very least. Together, you and Zach, fell into the flow of the rink, skating casually in a circle and following the pace set by those in front of you. You both made no effort to pass them, not even as Zach’s son came buzzing by.

“They did pick a good one,” Zach smirked and you know he wasn’t referring to the position you officially held with the social media team - which had ultimately become more of a cover than a job these days. “I will say, I was a little disappointed to hear that she left, but you, you have yet to disappoint me.”

The words catch you off guard, your skate blade catching a rut and it nearly sent you tumbling, but Zach was quick to wrap a strong arm around you. “Easy there,” he hummed in your ear. You could feel the warmth of his body radiating through your own clothes and the strength of his touch around your waist. You looked up at him, lips slightly parted as you let out a heavy breath. It was there, as he held you upright on your skates and close to his frame that he muttered in your ear, “I know we don’t know each other well, but I very much look forward to getting to know you as well as the last wife.”

Drawing back you spun around, pulling yourself from his touch as you began to skate backwards. You weren’t the greatest at it, but it impressed him all the same. The distance gave you a moment to compose yourself though, you could practically feel his hot words against your cheek still. You glanced back over your shoulder for a moment, making sure you weren’t going to run into anyone, but also gauging just how close you were to everyone else before you spoke your careful words, “I look forward to working with you, Zach.”

He grinned wide at your professionalism, holding back a laugh as you spun around and fell back into stride with him. The both of you slowed when you heard a shrill “Daddy!” shriek came from behind you, it was his daughter who was quick on her skates, only stopping when she had collided and grasped her small arms around his leg. Zach hoisted her up with ease, welcoming his wife and his youngest in her arms.

“You’ve met my wife?” Zach asked you, his grin even wider now that he was surrounded by family.

“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure,” you managed a smile, trying to push the conversation you had just had with Zach to the back of your mind, “It’s great to finally put a face to the name.” You assured his wife, who looked you over intently - her eyes lingering on your new necklace. She knew exactly who you were, and you had never felt more judged by another person. Her eyes moved over you from face to skate and back up again, almost as intrusively as a man’s stare when they were undressing you with their eyes. It left your skin crawling and heart hammering until a smile blossomed over her lips as if to silently say: Yes, she is pretty enough to sleep with my husband.

Her smile shouldn’t have brought you as much relief as it did, but it felt like it had lifted a weight off your shoulders as she made her own sweet introduction before reaching into her pocket for her cell phone. “Do you think you can take a photo of all of us together?”

“Of course!” You assure skating forward to take it from her carefully as Zach shouted a loud “Hey buddy!” so his son who had more energy than you could comprehend. How the boy had not tired yet was beyond you. Their son skated over with a smile, and little shyness towards you as he came in to pose for the photo - and once the picture was taken, and one more just for good measure, he was off like a rocket again. You’re letting out a chuckle as you hand the phone back off to Zach’s wife, your eyes focusing on the time at the last moment.

“Dammit,” you muttered to yourself, taking a quick stride towards the bench.

“You’re not going to skate with us?” his wife called sweetly and you let out a half sigh.

“Was supposed to be helping with the photo booth,” you smiled, your thumb pointing back towards the main hall, “you guys will have to pop by, I’ve heard they have some great props this year-”

And you weren’t wrong. The photo booth props were even better than the ones they had during the Halloween party earlier that year. They had a full table dedicated to holding them. Everything was available, from cheesy slogans, to present boxes and holiday hats, and no one was left unsatisfied - not even the children who got to walk away with a minty or chocolaty treat of their choosing. The booth was busy at first, with families cycling through with joyous laughter, but as dinner was rapidly approaching and the kids became calm and tired, you were left with not much else to do but to keep the props organized and wait for the stragglers to make your way through - but there is only so much organization you can do, and you soon find yourself people watching. Your gaze is lost on your coworkers, the players and their families as they enjoyed the festivities for the holiday season. Your head was leaning up against the wall, your arms crossed casually over your chest as you were lost in your content gaze. So lost that you didn’t hear someone speak out to you playfully as they approached; “so this is where you’ve been hiding.”

It was only the figure's careful touch as it grazed against the exposed flesh of your arm that pulled you from your daydreams. You almost lurched away, taken by surprise by the unexpected touch, but the wall kept you in place. “Jesus,” you breathed out, your arms uncrossing so you could bring a single hand up to the rest of your heart, “Tony, you startled me!”

Your bright eyes quickly found Tony, who was standing beside you bashfully. “Sorry,” you nudged your foot playfully with the toe of his shoe, “you’re working pretty hard over here, huh?”

“Oh, you shut it,” you laughed, finding your calm as you reached a hand out to push against his chest playfully. Your touch that wrinkled the fabric of his plain white t-shirt was the simple spark that would ignite the trouble the two of you always got into when you were together. Tony stumbled back, just enough to keep you laughing before he was recoiling back into place - maybe even a little closer to you now.

You turned slowly, so that your back was leaning against the wall instead of your shoulder, your head leaning back against the wall to look up at Tony as he gazed back down at you. You mirrored his smile, your hands hanging down at your sides casually so that your palms could press back against the cold wall that propped you up. You let the chill ground you before you could let yourself get too caught up in Tony. You couldn’t afford to, not while you were technically working, albeit not that hard, and not while so many of the wives, girlfriends, and children were present. Yet, Tony always found a way.

You hadn’t seen the prop in his hand at first, Tony kept it down low at his side before he brought it up between you both playfully. Leaning in, you raised a brow as you took a good look at the prop. It was a cutout that was glued to the end of the narrow handle. The mistletoe prop. His smile only seemed to grow as he wiggled the prop between you, raising it up a little higher so that it hung down over your head. Your eyes left his face, your smile wavering as you looked out through the busy room. Your stomach knotted and your palms grew sweaty against the wall. If the wrong person saw you kiss him, you could get into all kinds of trouble.

“Tony,” you spoke his name slowly, your eyes shifting back to his face that continued to wear that sweet smile of his, “there are so many people…”

As if he had been thinking a step ahead, Tony reached down for your hand, taking hold of it carefully as he nodded back towards the entry to the hall. “Com’on, I got an idea.”

Your steps stuttered behind him, your glance cast back at the photo booth as if to silently apologize to the people that may or may not come in your absence. While you did feel guilty for being stolen away from your post, there was no fighting the smile that crept up onto your features as you towed behind Tony who guided you away from the noise of the holiday party. It faded behind you as Tony lead you off into parts of the arena no one had wandered into since their arrival earlier that afternoon. The corridors were quiet, not a single footstep heard outside your own heels as you snuck off into the coat room.

Before you were over the threshold, Tony was spinning on the heels of his feet, his hands seeking out the curves of your waist expertly - he knew your body better than anyone. He held you in his arms, drawing you in close as he leaned in to close the gap between you. His lips came down on yours playfully, placing peppered kisses along your mouth and jaw. The warmth of his kisses coaxed a laugh up your throat, his name a quiet squeal on your lips as your arms reached up so your hands could link behind his neck. Fingers toyed with his dark, wispy, curls at the nape of his neck as you pushed up onto your toes and pressed and firm kiss to his lips in return. While you loved how playful Tony could be, after your long day you just want to feel him. To feel his lips against your own, to taste his tongue in your mouth and to feel his arms envelop you in their warmth. Tony didn’t deprive you of what you desired, his hands resting on your waist - but it wasn’t enough to just hold you. Soon his hands were sliding over the expanse of your back until he held you firm to his chest. The strength of his body pressed to your own was overwhelming, sending a shiver through your body and a soft moan that was lost on his lips. Tony breathed in your moan and your kiss, his fingers digging into your back as if it would offer an ounce of restraint but neither of you could find your resolve.

The two of you were left stumbling back, his mouth and body so consumed by yours he wouldn’t dare pull back. Your tongue stroked along the length of his slowly, your body humming with contentment at his familiar taste. You stumbled back until you felt the sharp edge of a surface against your back, your lips drawing back just enough from Tony to let out a low whimper.

“Sorry,” his word was a rushed whisper that washed over your face with the heat of his breath, “I’ll make it feel better.”

His promise made you melt as his hands dragged down the curve of your back, hoisting you up into the surface that he had backed you up into. You welcomed its support, your legs spreading so that Tony could find his place between them. Your name became a whisper against your own lips, and all your caution was thrown to the wind as his hands found the button of your trousers. Thick fingers worked the button loose but Tony made no effort to draw them down your legs. Instead, his large hand slid down inside the loosened fabric. It was a tight fit, his hand so warm and large as it slid down the lower plain of your stomach and dipped into the thin fabric of your panties with no hesitation.

Tony knew exactly what you liked.

You cursed under your breath as two of his thick fingers found your clit with such ease. You had no shame in saying that he knew your body better than anyone. Your hands left his shoulders, reaching out for anything to brace yourself against and finding the edge of the counter, as he circled your clit. His kiss alone had been enough to flood your panties, but his touch made you weak in all the best ways. Hips bucked shamelessly into Tony’s touch as he circled your clit effortlessly with just enough force to leave your skin ablaze. His simple, yet pensive, strokes left reeling on the countertop, your teeth coming down on your lower lip as Tony dipped his fingers deeper. He found your eager cunt and your tilted your hips just enough to let them slide into you with ease. You grasped out in pleasure but you were quick to strangle the sound deep in your own throat. You couldn’t risk letting yourself grow too loud. Instead, your lips parted just enough to let out a heavy breath as your core welcomed the steady pump of Tony’s fingers. You wiggled on the countertop, your hips meeting his every thrust. You could feel your own wetness, trapped between your cunt and your panties - it was surely dripping down Tony’s fingers and hand as he fucked you with them - and the thought only drove your need for him further. Groaning, your hands left the countertop and moved to Tony’s belt buckle in one swift movement.

“Tony, take your-” your words were rushed, but broken as soft, feminine laughter infiltrated the air. Then, you heard the footsteps, a pair or more moving in your direction.

Tony cursed as he drew his fingers from your cunt. They were dripping with your glistening arousal and he was quick to slide them into his mouth - licking them clean as effortlessly as sucking on a candy cane as he turned in place, coming face to face with those who had found their way into your impromptu hiding space. Your hands were quick to fasten the button of your pants before you slid down the counter and peered around Tony’s shoulder - but it was already too late.

Killorn and his girlfriend had already seen enough, they knew exactly what kind of trouble the two of you were getting into and it brought him to chuckle out; “What is that, two for two?”

Your cheeks were blazing hot as you hid your face in the strength of Tony’s shoulder. While you were overcome with embarrassment, Tony was laughing. His fingers popped from his mouth like a lollipop, and he shook his head slowly - his dark curls falling down into his eyes as he looked to Killer, “that you know of.” His words painted a smile across your own lips. The two of you did have a horrible habit of finding the most inopportune moments to want each other. Worst of all, it seemed like you had developed a habit of getting caught - at least it wasn’t Cooper this time.

“I think this spot is already taken...” Killorn hummed to his girlfriend, just loud enough for the two of you to hear. It was his way of assuring you both that he would not speak a word of what he just walked into, as long as you and Tony didn’t go ruining his fun wherever he found the place to do it.

Humbled, and with your cheeks red with blush you looked up at Tony with a smile, “I guess we should be getting back to the party…”

“Yeah, before anyone else comes looking around for a place to sneak away,” Tony sighed, bringing his hand up to stroke over your cheek slowly, “You still coming over tonight?”

You nodded slowly, pressing up to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth slowly, “I’ll come by when we’re all wrapped up here. I can grab snacks on the way over, you pick out the movie?”

“I’ll pick one out, but I can’t promise we will watch any of it,” Tony laughed and it earned a playful shove from you as you moved towards the door and back towards the noise.

“Behave, Tony,” you cautioned him and it only coaxed one more kiss from him as you stood in the foyer.

“I will,” he promised, “and you, don’t work too hard.”

“I won’t,” you promised in return, moving back towards the party that had begun to wind down now. You helped anywhere you could as the families began to leave. Cleaning up some of the messes left behind, and offering sweet smiles and “happy holidays” from time to time as you finally felt at ease in a room of not only your peers but a team. A team with that you shared a unique and strong relationship. A relationship that no one may ever understand and it only had you cherishing it more during the holiday season as you had spent so many of them alone - but this year, the Bolts, made you feel loved.

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