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eyesthatroll · 2 months

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gatorade kisses

pairing; matthew rempe x fem!reader

warning(s); highkey cringe… (don’t say i didn’t warn you), fluff, kissing, NOT edited.

word count; 0.95k

authors note; i fear i have become endeared to ny’s baby goon . don’t crucify me

"Don't be mad at me." Your eyes lift from the pages of your book, and you nudge your glasses to rest at the peak of your head, casting a discerning gaze over him. The remnants of game day attire have been replaced by sweatpants and a hoodie, and his once-styled hair now appears tousled, damp from the rain that drizzled outside. Positioned just before the door, his Air Forces firmly planted on the welcome mat, he awaits your reaction.

"Did you not receive my text, Matthew?" Your tongue prods the inside of your cheek, as you release a heavy sigh. Returning your attention to the book, you gracefully lower your glasses back down to your nose. Amidst the audible shuffling, possibly the thud of shoes meeting the floor, your eyes stay fixed on the pages before you. However, your concentration wavers, and you find yourself not truly absorbed in the text anymore, your eyes just dancing over the Sans Serif.

You feel a dip in the leather beside you, and before you can voice your protest, your book is swiftly snatched from your hands and deposited on the end table to Matt's left. "I was reading that," you huff, "and I explicitly told you not to come over."

"I take it you saw the game." He concludes.

"I didn't need to; it was all over Twitter." Meeting his deep brown eyes, bruised and tarnished black from countless hits to the face, you can sense the pain he's concealing. A longing to reach out and comfort him tugs at you, but the sight becomes unbearable, prompting a cringe and a quick turn away.

He was such a beautiful boy, and you hated seeing him banged up like this.

His hand gently presses into your thigh, a subtle squeeze accompanying his plea, "Will you please look at me? I'm sorry."

Tears pool at your waterline, and you press your tongue to the roof of your mouth, striving to keep them at bay. Slowly, you turn your head back to him. "I don't want you to get hurt," your voice leaves your lips in a shaky breath.

"Hey," he begins, his hand gently grasping your arm, tugging you towards him until you're straddling his waist. "Hey," he repeats. His thumbs reach up, delicately wiping away the tears that have trickled down your cheeks. "I'm okay."

"You look like you're in so much pain." Your hand gently rises to caress his cheek, mindful of the bruised skin.

"I'm not." He attempts to reassure you, but the waiver in his voice betrays his words.

"Please don't lie to me." You murmur, a desperate plead to the boy in front of you.

He exhales a deep sigh, diverting his attention momentarily before speaking, "It only hurts a little bit."

Seeking his touch, you lean into his embrace, your head finding the crook of his neck as salty tears cascade freely, quietly. His arms envelop you, hands gently rubbing your back in an attempt to provide comfort.

After God knows how long, the storm within you subsides, and your sole focus shifts to the rhythmic cadence of his breathing, the reassuring sensation of his chest rising and falling against your own.

“It won’t always be like this,” he says, “I promise.”

Drawing back from him, you release a deep breath. "Listen, I don't mean to get emotional," you start, a strained laugh escaping your lips as you wipe your eyes with your palms. He joins in, sharing a laugh that mirrors your own.

“I just—if you tell me you know what you’re doing, or that you have people looking out for you, I’ll try not to worry so much.”

His head tilts ever so slightly, and his fingers extend, delicately tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You surrender to the warmth of his touch, and his hand lingers at your cheek, caressing gently. "The coaching staff is great, and so are the guys."

“I don’t want you being the league’s punching bag.”

“I can handle myself.” He defends.

“Matthew.” You huff out.

He sighs, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. “Do you trust me?”

Your gaze softens. “Course’ I do”

“Trust me, then.”

Your teeth graze your bottom lip, nibbling softly as you mull over his words. After a moment of contemplation, you respond with a simple, "Okay."

He quirks a brow. “Okay?”

“Yes Matty, I’m trusting you to not be a dumbass.”

A snort escapes his lips, morphing into a full-bellied laugh—a sound you find utterly captivating. The reading timer you set on your phone chimes from the other side of the couch, an unwelcome reminder of the outside world and the passage of time.

“It’s late.” You comment, “You tired?”

He nods. “A bit.”

"Let’s head to bed, hm?" You attempt to shift away, but his large hands firmly grasp your waist, keeping you in place.

"Wait," he groans, drawing you closer to him.

"What?" you ask, a questioning smile playing on your lips.

“I believe you have something for me?”

Your brows furrow in confusion, your mind retracing the events of the day in an attempt to recall if you've forgotten anything. It's only when his lips form a pout that you roll your eyes at the boy in front of you, but lean in nonetheless.

His lips meet yours softly, moving with a gentle rhythm. His hands migrate from your waist to your bum, delivering a cheeky squeeze that elicits a gasp from you, granting him complete access to your mouth. The scruff of his facial hair lightly scratches against the area above your top lip, and you pull away to catch your breath, Matt doing the same. "You taste like Gatorade."

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birdiewriteslit · 7 days

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Matt rempe imagine🙏🏼

YESSS as we know i’m such a matt rempe girlie like he IS my boyfriend

matt rempe x fem!reader

here’s a little drabble about his playoff debut + his mullet bc i’m going insane over it

“That was fucking amazing,” you raved, following Matt into his apartment.

He laughed. “I know, you’ve said it like a million times already.”

“I feel like I really have to emphasize how great that was,” you said, closing the door behind you.

Matt collapsed onto the couch, patting the cushion beside him. You sat down next to him, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

“I’m glad you’re staying over tonight,” he said, kissing the top of your head.

“Me too.” You tilted your head back to look him in the eyes. “You played really well tonight, Matt.”

He grinned, his thumb stroking the 73 on the sleeve of your jersey. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, it was a really great goal. Everyone loved it. They love you. I’ve never seen a crowd like that one before. I mean, they were literally screaming your name.”

“Were you?”

You nodded. “Oh, yeah. I was screaming the loudest. I stood up and started jumping around,” you admitted. “I hope I didn’t scare your mom.”

He shook his head, smiling wide. “No, I don’t think you did. She loves you. She told me so when you went to the bathroom at dinner.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened. “I thought I was being totally awkward.”

“Not at all. You did great. Plus, now that she’s seen you watch a hockey game, I think she knows that you are not awkward.”

You shrugged. “I guess that’s true. Let me be honest with you, Matt,” you said, shifting on the couch so that you were fully facing him.

“Shoot.” His arm shifted from the top of the couch as he reached out to play with the hem of your jersey.

“The playoffs look good on you.”

He laughed. “That’s it?”

“Yes!” you said. “You were having so much fun out there. I could tell. You love this game, like really love it. That’s what I love about you.”

“Love?” He said, bringing a hand up to brush your hair away from your face. “Are you saying you love me?” He said it like he was joking, but you knew what he wanted to hear.

“Yes.” You rolled your eyes. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Good.” He took hold of your face and pulled you in to kiss your lips.

You leaned forward, deepening the kiss. You rested one hand on his shoulder and the other in his hair. The kiss was slow and passionate. You could tell he was tired, but he still wanted to take his time.

You pulled softly on the ends of his hair, and he whined into your mouth. You pulled away then, giving both of you a moment to catch your breath.

You rested a hand on his chest and brought the other back to your side. You were feeling fairly confident until you glanced up to his face and saw the way he was looking at you.

He was staring at your lips, his pupils dilated. You loved his deep brown eyes. They were so pretty. His lips were parted slightly, and his cheeks were a little red. His hair was in his face, partially blocking an eye.

“You know what else I love?” you asked softly.

“Hm?” His eyes snapped back up to yours, and the adoration in them made your heart beat faster.

“I love this mullet.” You ran your fingers through his hair again, pushing it off of his forehead and twirling the ends on your fingers.

He gave you a huge smile. “You think it looks good?”

“I think it looks hot.”

“You really think so, baby?”

You nodded. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

“And that’s what I love about you.” He leaned back in to kiss you again, this time more passionately. You could feel him pour all his love into the kiss.

He pulled you onto his lap by your hips, his hands going to your hair as you placed yours on his chest.

You let yourself get lost in Matt, and you forgot about anything outside of this moment.

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uluvjay · 27 days

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Kiss it better- M. Rempe

Matt Rempe x fem! Reader

In which you’ll always kiss him better

Warnings?; Smut, p in v, unprotected sex( a big no no), oral (f receiving), breast play, pet names, cursing, talks of fighting, blood, talks of injuries and cuts, porn with a small plot pretty much.., I apologize for any errors i missed!

You couldn’t help the smirk that grew the second he walked through the apartment door, his own smirk forming as he shook his head.

“So much for getting more time on the ice.” You laughed watching as he shrugged off his suit jacket and made his way over to you.

“There’s always next game.” He smirked leaning his large body over you, a frown forming on his plump lips when you pulled back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Your lip.” You spoke running a finger softly over the cut forming in the middle of his bottom lip.

“I’ll be fi-“

“I don’t wanna make it bleed, won’t it hurt?” You frowned.

“Baby we go over this every time, I’ll be fine, now please kiss me. Your kisses always make it better.” He pleaded.

You looked at his lip one more time before shrugging and tugging him down by the tie around his neck, a low groan escaping him as the slight sting that ran through his lip.

He didn’t pull away though, if anything he pulled you closer. His large hand resting at the base of your throat as he pushed his lips harder against yours, the metallic taste of his bleeding lip floating between between your mouths.

You were panting by the time he pulled away from you, a whimper breaking free at the way his thumb wiped away the blood that had transferred onto your lips.

“You okay pretty girl?” He smirked.

You didn’t reply, to busy catching your breath as your eyes ran all along his body, catching his cut up knuckles that would be scabbing over within the next two days, and the cut high up on his cheek bone that would do the same.

“W-we need to get you cleaned up.” You mumbled softly.

“Right now?”

“Mhm, come on.” You nodded pushing him backwards softly before standing and heading off towards your bathroom.

Matt shook his head to get himself out of his lusty haze however it didn’t last long as his eyes locked on the way your leggings hugged your plump ass.

“Baby are you sure this can’t wait?” He asked with a slight whine.

“Yes.” You spoke sternly as you turned on the bathroom light and gathered the first aid kit from under the skin, positioning yourself on top of the counter.

Matt took his place between your spread thighs, large hands sprawling out over your cotton covered skin he watched as you poured alcohol over some cotton balls.

It was your turn to frown when he pulled his hand back right as you were about to rub the doused cotton over his skin.

“You didn’t kiss them..” he spoke.

Your lips pulled into a bright smile at his words, with a shake of your head you brought his knuckles up to your lips, kissing over all his new cuts just like you always had since you two started dating.

After kissing both hands you pulled him down towards you before kissing the cut on his cheekbone.

“That better?”

“Mhm, love when you kiss it better.” He smirked.

You shook your head at his words, returning to your original task you took your time cleaning all of his cuts with ease and care.

“There, all clean.” You smiled up at him.

“Thank you baby.” He smiled back pulling you in by your chin for a soft kiss that quickly turned hot and heavy, his tongue wasting no time by dipping in and fighting yours, heat filling your body at the way his lips felt against yours.

“Take me to bed Matt.”

The boy didn’t need to be told twice, sliding his hands under your thighs he picked you up from the counter and carried you into your shared bedroom, laying you down before quickly climbing over you.

Your soft moans filled the room as he kissed down your body, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck before continuing their journey south.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband of your leggings and panties he tugged them down impatiently, throwing them somewhere into the room behind him before bringing his mouth to your wet and awaiting core.

“Fuck Matt.” You breathed as the man’s mouth wrapped around your clit.

His tongue flicking out as he traced random patterns with the muscle, his lips returning to your clit he sucked hard, earning him a loud cry at the pleasure that shot through your body.

“Taste so good sweetheart.” He groaned into your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your body.

His mouth continued its assault on your cunt, two of his thick fingers joining as he continued to bring you closer and closer to an orgasm.

He couldn’t get enough of the sounds you made for him, the way your hands tugged at his hair, and your thighs wrapped around his head held him in place.

He looked up from his spot, his darkened eyes taking in the way your head was thrown back and your eyes were clenched shut tightly.

Flattening his tongue he licked a strip up the length of your cunt, before sucking your clit between his swollen lips.

“Matt!” You gasped feeling the tight band in your stomach just seconds from snapping.

“Go ahead baby, come for me. Know you have to.” He encouraged before returning his mouth back to your glistening cunt.

His large hands pushed your bucking hips down into the soft mattress below as he worked you through your shaking orgasm, only pulling away when your hands began to push at his head.

“Taste so fucking sweet.” He groaned as he climbed back up your body not caring to wipeyour juices from his glistening chin.

You pulled him down to meet your lips once again, moaning against his lips at the taste of your orgasm on his tongue.

“You’re wearing too much.” You mumbled as you pulled back slightly.

Matt shot off the bed at your words, his hands unbuckling his belt with haste as he wasted no time in pushing his dress pants down the second he could, his boxers and dress shirt following shortly after.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his thick cock, the mushroom head resting against his sculpted abdomen, your eyes tracing the thick veins that ran along the shaft.

“Get up here.” You groaned reaching a hand out for him.

Matt smirked but didn’t keep you waiting has he reclaimed his position over your body, his thick arms caging you below him.

You watched as he moved a hand down to his aching cock, a shiver ran through your body as his thick head pushed against your hole, a low ‘fuck’ escaping the man above you as he pushed inside.

Your moan was loud as he pushed all the way in, his hips stilling as his cock brushed that deep spot inside of you, allowing you a second to adjust to his size.

“So tight-fuck..” he groaned as he felt your pussy flutter around him.

“Move..fuck please Matt.”

The groan he let out made your stomach flutter in desire, a soft moan slipping out as he pulled his hips back before snapping forward.

He set a steady rhythm, moving one of your legs to rest over his shoulder allowing him a new and deeper angle. The drag of his cock pulling high moans from you as he fucked you hard.

Feeling him inside of you was something you would never get tired of, the way his body fit against yours, and how well his cock stretched you out.

You could hear how wet you were with each thrust, the sound ungodly but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not with how fucking good he was making you feel.

Matt smirked at the way your eyes rolled back, your moans turning into incoherent mumbles and whines that shot waves of pleasure right to his cock.

The feeling of his large hands grasping your breasts under the shirt you still sported had your head spinning, the mixture of his hard thrusts and rough hands along your body sending nothing but euphoria to your already fucked out mind.

You moaned out as he pinched and pulled on your sensitive buds, fingers never letting up on their movements.

“Look so pretty like this for me baby, all for me.” He he spoke, dropping one of your legs and angling his hips allowing himself to hit your most sensitive spot with every thrust.

He basked in the squeal he pulled from you as he moved his fingers to rub soft circles on your clit, their speed matching the tempo of his hips.

“Shi-oh..I’m gonna cum.” You cried out feeling your second orgasm approaching fast.

“Yeah? Gonna come all over my cock?”

You nodded incoherently as his fingers sped up their movements, pulling you closer and closer to the edge until you finally fell.

“Oh Matt.” You cried out the boys name at the feeling of your climax crashing over your body, your thighs shaking pathetically as a haze clouded over you.

You could hear him praising you, his thick voice adding to the pleasure over taking your body, the warmth that had been sitting at the bottom of your spine now spread throughout your entire body.

Matt continued to fuck you deeply, his hips speeding up as he desperately chased his own high. A deep moan breaking free at the sting of your nails scratching down his back, pulling his large body closer to yours, legs now wrapped around his waist while he had you completely caged below him.

He fucked his cock into a few more times before his hips began to stutter and eventually stilling, painting the walls of your cunt with his release.

Soft whimpers escaped from him as he rested his forehead in the crook of your neck, soft flutters of your tired cunt earning you even more pretty whimpers.

Picking his head up he looked at you with a soft expression, a droopy smile evident on his face as he leaned up to place his lips against yours.

It was much slower then the ones from earlier in the evening, this one full of love and appreciation, him showing you without words how much he loves and adores you.

“I love you.” He mumbled against your lips, not wanting to fully pull away.

You giggled softy, “I love you too big guy.”

You brushed back the few strands of hair that were stuck to his damn forehead, running your thumb over his cut and now bruised cheekbone as you cupped his face.

“This is gonna be a nasty scab.”

“As long as I have your kisses to heal me I’ll survive.” He shrugged, dropping his weight and tucking himself comfortably into the crook of your neck.

You shook your head with a soft smile, wrapping your arms around his much larger body allowing him a few moments of cuddles before you both had to get up and shower.

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turcott3 · 2 months

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good looking

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, fluff, kissing, pet names

oh my good looking boy…

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“matt?” you call out as you hear your apartment door shut from your bed. you heard keys drop in the bowl and that answered your suspicion. the rangers had just lost the day prior and he was just coming back home.

“matt?” you ask again, getting out of bed walking out into your living room, “baby?”

“i’m home.” he smiles, revealing the flowers he’d bought for you on his short trip from the airport.

“awe matty you didn’t have to.” you frown sweetly at the gesture, taking the flowers from his hands.

“i wanted to, i missed you.” the brunette says lowly, towering over you. you noted the stitches in his nose. his face a little swollen from his fight last night that he’d unfortunately fallen short in.

“i missed you too.” you reply as he leans down kissing you gently on the lips.

“you go get settled, i’ll take care of these fucking gorgeous flowers and dinner, okay?” you say running a careful finger over the cut on his face which he winced slightly at the touch.

“okay.” he smiled lightly.

“looks like he got you good.” you giggled.

“yeah well can’t win em all. i was exhausted.” he sighs.

“i’ll step in next time, can’t let em beat up my good looking boy.” you smile sweetly, placing a light hand on his cheek.

“would you still love me even if my face gets pounded? entirely theoretical by the way.” he giggles lightly.

“yes matt, i would. even when you had a broken nose and black eyes you were still the most handsome man i’ve ever laid my eyes on.” you reply with no hesitation as he lifts you off the ground in a hug.

“god i love you.” he says placing a kiss on your head, “i’m gonna unpack, when i’m done i’ll come help you with dinner, okay baby?”

“okay, no rush.” you say as he kisses you one last time before dragging his bags into your bedroom. you start dinner with a huge smile on your face. the way he made you feel was, undeniably, the feeling of true love. the way you get butterflies every time he walks in the room, the sweet gestures such as giving you flowers or a writing you a letter and left it for you when he leaves for morning practice. it all made you grow more and more in love with him everyday. you didn’t know how you could possibly be more in debt to him even though he did it out of the kindness of his heart, not to get something back from you.

“let me take over. go change, i got you something.” he says sneaking up behind you, placing delicate hands on your waist and leaning his head in the crook of your neck.

“just stir it every now and then.” you reply kissing him on the cheek and escaping his grasp, quickly walking to your bedroom. laid out on the bed was a satin pajama set, the exact one you’ve been talking about since you saw it at the mall at least a month ago.

“he remembered.” you scoff, your heart growing warm. you quickly discard your clothes, changing into the silky satin of your new pajamas. you looked at yourself in the mirror, loving the way it complimented your skin tone. confidently, you walked back out into the kitchen.

“matthew rempe.” you say startling him.

“what happened?”

“are you serious? i’ve been talking about these for so long and you remembered?” you say as a smile grows on his face.

“well yeah, of course i did.”

“oh thank you thank you thank you. i love them so much.” you say walking over to him quickly wrapping your arms around him. soon enough you were enveloped in his large, loving arms once again.

“i’m glad, you look beautiful.” he giggles.

“dishes are done.” matt smiles waltzing into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

“can i take a look at the cut on your face?” you ask, stopping him in his tracks.

“it’s okay, you don’t have to-“

“no come on,” you say throwing the covers off of you. he takes a seat on the closed toilet lid and separates his legs for you to stand between. you take your place between his legs taking his face into your hands and brush his hair out of the way. his arms find their way around your legs, holding you lightly in place. you scanned the cut, noting that they had simply stitched him up and sent him on his way.

“they really stitched you up and sent you back out didn’t they?” you ask.

“yeah.”

“hold one second, i just want to clean it and put a bandaid on it so it doesn’t look so gnarly.” you say, tapping his arm to let you go. you dig under the sink finding alcohol and cotton balls, as well as a bandaid.

“it’s gonna burn.” you state holding the soaked cotton ball.

“try me.” he simply replied and you shrug pressing it straight onto the cut. his grip on your legs tightened and he clenched his eyes shut at the contact.

“okay just kidding.” he says, clearly in pain.

“i told you honey.” you laugh pressing a kiss to the top of the boys head. you cleaned him up and perfectly placed the bandaid on top of the cut, kissing it once it was laid flat.

“much better.” you smile locking eyes with the boy, who you swear was giving you literal heart eyes.

“thank you my love.” he says kissing you delicately on the cheek before following closely behind you on your way back into the room.

“come here you big baby.” you laugh leaning your back slightly up against the headboard, waiting for the 6’7 baby to take his place on your chest, which he of course did very quickly.

“thank you for cleaning my cut and taking care of me y/n.” he says quietly as you run your fingers gently through his brown locks.

“and thank you for loving me the way you do.” he continues, leaning up to look at you.

“it’s hard not to, i’d do anything for you matt. it’s a privilege to know you, let alone love you.” you giggle

“my beautiful girl.” he sighs with a smile as he kisses you lovingly before laying his head back down on your chest carefully.

“i love you matt.” you say with your hand finding its way back into his soft hair.

“i love you so much more baby.” he replies, his hands finding their way underneath you.

“you’re about to go to sleep on me aren’t you?”you ask noticing his breathing slowing down.

“yep.” he replies quietly, allowing the sleepy boy to drift off to sleep in the comfort of your embrace.

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prettyboywoll · 2 months

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☪︎ I need you - Matt Rempe ☪︎

pairing(s): fem!reader x Matt Rempe

warnings: not proofread, public sex (they don’t get caught), unprotected sex, and cock riding

WC: 557

Notes: first time writing for Matt. Not good at writing smut but I’m trying lol. this was rushed. anyways hope you guys like it<3

As you stood in the hotel room, your gaze swept across the space in search of a suitable cover-up. You felt a sense of urgency, as Matt had been pleading with you to join him at the beach for quite some time. Despite your best efforts, you were unable to locate any suitable options among your belongings. In an act of desperation, you reached for Matt's light blue dress shirt from his suitcase and quickly threw it on, hoping it would suffice as a beach cover-up.

walking out towards the balcony, you find Matt on his phone with his feet up on the table, shirtless, wearing his swimming shorts that made his abs look so hot. Feeling yourself become wet you squeeze your thighs together wishing it your 6’7 boyfriend was between them.

“Hi baby, you ready to go?” You asked him, grabbing the bag that was placed nicely beside him as Matt’s eyes trail down to your bikini and his dress shirt. He bites his lips, dropping his phone onto his lap to bring you closer to him.

“Give me a minute” He muttered against your stomach.

Bringing his hands to rest on your ass, his lips continue to dance along your skin on your stomach, enjoying the smoothness.

“Matty, don’t do this to me” you whined, wanting him to touch you where you needed him the most. Running your hands through his hair you tug at it when you feel him pull your bottoms to the side.

“I need you, baby.” He said, pressing his fingers onto your clit, moving in circular motions as your body begins to feel impossibly hot.

Matt’s hands leave you pull his shorts down, fishing out his hard member and pumping it with his right hand. You moan at the sight of the precum oozing out of his slit, saliva starts to pool quickly in your mouth. “You wanna ride me out here on the balcony” He ask with a smirk.

“Omg yes, please” You nodded eagerly.

“I’m not gonna last long just letting you know” Matt says as he continues to pump himself. quickly getting rid of you bottom you toss them aside not caring where it lands. His hands grip your waist to help you sink down onto his cock. Without any warning he starts to thrust up into you harshly.

“God I love your cock” you moaned, bringing your lips to kiss and bite at his jaw gently when you hear Matt groan, suck on his Adam's apple and kiss down to his collarbones leaving little marks.

“I’m so close, baby”

“Oh yeah? You gonna let me cum inside?” He slaps your ass when he feels you clench around him. When You feel him start to slow down, you place both of your hands on his chest and bounce hard on his cock.

“Yes. Come inside me, Matty. Make a mess”

You feel his cock swell, hitting that spot he knows so well, ejaculating hard, his hot, sticky mess coats your insides and he grabs your hips suddenly.

“Cum, baby- you can do it”

your head tips back letting out a silent cry when you cum. Matt takes his dress shirt off your body to unclip your bikini top and expose your breasts. He sucks harshly on your nipple causing you to moan out loudly.

“Round 2?”

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stars1997 · 8 days

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matt rempe smut request istg he has the best the horniest mf

matt likes you catching him and watching him jerk off without interrupting him so its just you walking into his apartment and hear him groaning or like when he’s waiting for you in the car or in the shower obviously you get the pic but I feel like he’d think it’s such a power move to do that

Paring(s): Matt Rempe x fem!reader

Warnings: smut (18+), Masturbating (m), unprotected sex.

(Not edited)

Authors note: I had a lot of fun writing this. Sorry that it took so long. I hope you like it! @butmommyilovehim

check out my Masterlist. Also send in request! I had so much fun writing this one and would love to write more for you guys!

The things you do to me

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Matt and you have been dating for about a year now and he does this thing. He’ll jerk off anytime of the day and anywhere whenever you are around him. He loves the idea of you finding him doing it, but also loves just being around you when he does do it.

He always has full control over the situation. Most of the time he does it to show you that you are his. When he is about to cum, he will hold you in place no matter what you’re doing and cum on you. letting out a grunt and a ‘Mine’ as he does it.

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Matt had invited you over to his apartment to hang out. Using the key that he gave to you unlock the door. When you entered it was unusually quiet. “Matt?” you call out. Why would he invite you over if he wasn’t going to be here, and why wouldn’t he let you know. You pull out your phone to check to see if he texted you, but you saw nothing.

A few seconds passed and you hear a moan come from his bedroom. You walk over to his room the door slightly open. You peek in to see him sitting on his bed his back against the headboard and his hand wrapped around his hard cock.

“Baby open the door so I can see you,” he says. You push the door open fully. you continue to watch his hand as it strokes his cock. His eyes never leave you. He watches as your lips fall into a little pout and how you shifted your legs to help relieve some of the tension that’s building between them. “Matty,” you let out a whine.

“Your being so good for me. Watching me like the good girl you are.” His hand now moving faster. His eyes never leaving yours. He lets out a few loud grunts as he cums onto his hand and stomach.

“Come here baby, let me help you out. I know that my girl is needy from watching me.” Your quick to move. Taking your shirt and pants off before getting on the bed and straddling Matts legs.

He grabs you chin with one hand, bringing you in for a harsh kiss as his other hand slips inside of your panties. His thumb finds your clit, you let out a gasp. Matt takes this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

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You had spent the night at Matts apartment after one of his games. You didn’t do much, just spent the whole night cuddling and talking about the game. you woke up the next day later than you wanted to. It was almost one pm when you woke up. That meant that Matt should have just gotten home from practice.

The sound of the shower turning on confirmed that you were right about Matt being home. You get up and make your way into the bathroom to say hi to him. when you walked in you find him, he’s leaning on the counter, his arm keeping him up. His other hand is down his sweats pumping his cock.

“Kiss me baby.” He turns so his back is leaning against the counter now. Reaching out his non busy hand to you. You take his hand, and he pulls you in. He leans down to kiss you, his hand now on your ass, pulling you further into him so his leg was in between yours.

His one hand still pumping his cock, as he uses his other hand on your ass to pull you forward making you grind agist his leg. He lets out grunts moving his hand faster. He flips you both so your back is now against counter. He moves his sweats down just enough to pull his cock out.

He lifts the shirt that you were wearing so he could look at your tits. “You’re my good girl. So good to me. You all mine.” His head tips back, his mouth hung open as he lets out moans. The tip of his cock rubs against your stomach, making him rut against you so he could feel more pleasure.

“Fuck. Fuck. Your mine baby, remember that. Your mine, always mine.” He grunts as he reaches his orgasm. His cum now covering your stomach “I love you. my pretty girl.” He smiles at you as he pulls your shirt the rest of the way off and moves to pull your sleep shorts off. “Come get into the shower with me.” He kisses your lips then kisses his way down your neck. His lips wrap around your nipple as he pick you up so your legs now wrap around him.

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You and matt were going out with friends. It was a struggle to get him out of the door because he was trying to bend you over almost any surface that he could find. You realized you left something in up in his apartment, so you left him in the car to go get it.

It didn’t take long for you to get back to the car. “Okay baby. I’m ready if you are.” You say. finally, you look over at him and he’s already looking at you. You don’t realize what he’s doing till you look down and find his hand wrapped around his cock. “I don’t think you realize that you drive me funking crazy. All day every day, your all I can think about. I need you, right now.” You climb over the center console and sit in his lap, finally giving into what he wants.

The second you’re on his lap he attacks your neck, kissing from you jaw down to right above your boobs. “Your mine. Now move your panties to the side so I can fuck you.” You do what he says. Bunching up the dress and moving your panties. He brings his hand down and slides two fingers through your folds.

“So wet for me.” You don’t trust your voice, so you nod your head at his statement. He aligns himself and pushes in. His hands find your hips and he starts to help you bounce. It didn’t take long for either of you to reach your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to fill you up. Make you all nice and full for the rest of the night.” You could only let out a moan in response. His head drops to your shoulder. He bites at your neck to stop his moans from being too loud. Your orgasm followed right after his.

“My good girl. You did so good for me. You always do so good for me.” He grabs your chin and gives you a quick kiss on the lips, making you smile. You bring your head down into his chest as he plays with your hair. “You wouldn’t happen to have some makeup on you, would you? those marks are kind of noticeable.” He says. A small laugh leaving his throat. You climb back over the console and pull down the car mirror so you can see what he’s talking about.

There are three huge purple marks on your neck. “Matt. Oh my god. They are so going to say something.” You turn to look at him and he’s got a huge smirk on his face. “You’re a butthead. You’re going to owe me big time” you close the mirror and start the car so you can at least try to be on time to meet your friends.

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hearts4hughes · 12 days

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prompt #30: “are you jealous?” with matt rempe? love your work btw :D <33

matt rempe x fem!reader | request post

you’re too sweet! tysm!

you watched matt across from the arena corridor. he was clad in a new york rangers sweatshirt and shorts. your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip as he animatedly talked to a woman. she looked older— maybe he was into that sort of thing. she looked more mature than you with her long blonde hair and captivating smile.

it wasn’t like matt was yours. he was merely a friend you made after accepting the job as the rangers’ social media admin. but the pit of fire in your stomach told otherwise.

“whatever.” you muttered under your breath, turning around and pacing down the hallway of the arena.

the echoes of your heels clicking caught matt’s attention. his gaze moved away from the woman in front of him and towards you as you walked away. quickly, he bid his farewells to his new friend and chased after you.

“y/n!” he called out, jogging behind you. “wait! i thought we were doing videos for the social media accounts before the game?” he slowed down to a walk as he took his spot next to you.

“well you seemed busy, so i can just ask braden to do the content.” you simply stated, not bothering to look at the tall boy besides you.

he furrowed his brows, “busy? what do you mean?”

you rolled your eyes— not that he noticed. “with your blonde friend over there. go talk to her, i don’t need you to do anything anymore.” your tone was harsh.

“are you jealous?” he asked, putting his hand on your shoulder and halting your movement. now you were forced to lock eyes with him. you wanted to laugh because it sounded ridiculous when he said it out loud, but you couldn’t.

maybe it was true.

“no, what? i’m not-” you stuttered, the words getting caught in your throat.

“oh my god, you are.” he smirked. great, he found this amusing. frustration and anger painted your features. your brows were furrowed and your hands were balled into fists. “don’t get mad, i don’t care. just think it’s cute ‘s all.”

“spare me the pity.” you groaned.

“maybe we can discuss your jealousy over dinner. tomorrow maybe?” he proposes, catching you by surprise.

“you know what,” you blushed, “i’d like that.”

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estapa-edwards · 13 days

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BAD DAY - M. REMPE

paring: Matt Rempe x fem! reader

word count: 0.8k

requested? yes - Hi! Hope you have a good week! I really love your work! My request; what about Quinn, Bedard, Rempe, Bordeleau, Matthews (& anyone else you fancy) with reader (either dating, friends, or siblings) who is having a bad day or something along those lines (reader is in needs of hugs & cuddles)?

warnings: use of y/n.

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In the bustling realm of professional ice hockey, where adrenaline meets the cold bite of competition, few stories captivate fans more than that of a rookie rising to prominence. Matt Rempe, a fresh face on the roster of the legendary New York Rangers, embodies this tale of determination, skill, and heart. But beyond the rinks and cheering crowds lies a quieter narrative, one of love, support, and comfort shared between Matt and his girlfriend Y/N.

As Matt's career soared, Y/N remained his steadfast anchor through the highs and lows. Yet, even the most resilient souls face days heavy with burdens, and one particular evening found Y/N battling the weight of a particularly trying day. The stress of work, combined with personal struggles, cast a shadow over her usual effervescent spirit.

It was amidst this backdrop of emotional turbulence that Matt returned home from practice, his mind still buzzing with the intensity of the ice. Stepping into their shared apartment, he sensed the heaviness in the air, the subtle shift in Y/N's demeanor. Without a word, he closed the door behind him and crossed the room to where she sat, a silent sentinel amidst a sea of thoughts.

"Matty..." Y/N's voice wavered, laden with the weight of unspoken troubles.

Matt knelt before her, his eyes gentle yet probing. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked softly, his hand reaching out to brush away a stray lock of hair from her face.

Y/N sighed, the dam of her emotions threatening to break. "It's just been... one of those days, you know? Everything feels like it's going wrong," she confessed, her gaze seeking solace in his steady presence.

Matt's heart clenched at the sight of her vulnerability, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive. Rising to his feet, he extended a hand to her. "Come here," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm against the turmoil of her mind.

With a hesitant nod, Y/N accepted his offer, allowing him to draw her into his embrace. In the shelter of his arms, she found refuge from the storm raging within, the warmth of his touch chasing away the chill of uncertainty.

As Y/N leaned into Matt's embrace, she could feel the tension slowly melting away, replaced by a sense of peace and security that only he could provide. His arms enveloped her with a strength that was both comforting and reassuring, anchoring her to the present moment amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

With her head nestled against his chest, Y/N could hear the steady rhythm of Matt's heartbeat, a steady cadence that echoed the promise of his unwavering support. Each beat seemed to whisper words of solace, soothing her troubled mind with its gentle melody.

Matt's fingers traced soothing circles along her back, his touch a gentle caress that seemed to chase away the shadows lurking in the corners of her consciousness. In that moment, there was no need for words—his presence alone was enough to dispel the lingering doubts and fears that had plagued her throughout the day.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, time seemed to stand still, cocooning them in a bubble of tranquility amidst the chaos of the world outside. For in that fleeting moment, all that mattered was the love they shared, a bond forged in the crucible of life's trials and tribulations.

With a soft sigh, Y/N felt the last remnants of tension slip away, replaced by a sense of serenity that washed over her like a gentle tide. In Matt's arms, she found the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead, secure in the knowledge that she was not alone.

"You don't have to carry this alone," he whispered, his words a gentle reminder of their shared journey. "I'm here for you, always."

Matt's voice was a soft murmur, his words a gentle reassurance that washed over Y/N like a soothing balm. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability.

"I know," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "And I'm so grateful for you."

Matt's expression softened, his gaze filled with an understanding that went beyond mere words. He brushed a tender kiss against her forehead, a silent affirmation of his love and support.

"Whenever you're ready to talk about it, I'm here," he said, his voice a steady anchor in the storm of her emotions.

Y/N nodded, the weight of her troubles still heavy upon her shoulders, but somehow lighter now, knowing that she didn't have to face them alone. With Matt by her side, she felt a renewed sense of strength and courage, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Matt simply smiled, his eyes reflecting the depth of his love for her. And in that moment, as they stood together in the quiet sanctuary of their love, Y/N knew that no matter what life threw their way, as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything.

#matt rempe #matt rempe x reader #matt rempe imagine #hockey #nhl x reader #matt rempe fic #matt rempe fluff #ny rangers

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tencrushesperday · 4 days

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Blood runs thicker than water

pairing : matt rempe x hughes!reader

warnings : angst, and some description of bruises, sort of forbidden lovers, 1k

a/n : instead of studying for my exams next week i do this, i was listening to The water is fine by Chloe Ament and felt inspired

You wanted to stay until the end of the match. You wanted to congratulate your brothers on the win. You wanted to party with the team after such a huge win against their rivals.

But the blood was pounding in your ears and you didn’t know what to do with your hands. The crowd was so loud. Jack’s last conquest and Bratt’s girlfriend were chatting next to you. Yet you were feigning interest in the game to ignore them. Even though you could barely focus your sight.

Luke had gotten into an unnecessary fight during second period and Jack was right there to back him up. Both were okay. But the other guy wasn’t.

As soon as the second intermission started you excused yourself to the restroom then texted Nicole on your way to your car saying that suddenly you weren’t feeling good.

Fortunately, you’ve driven down this road so many times you didn’t have to focus to get home because suddenly you were in your apartment. You were on autopilot the whole time doing your night routine and then you were in your bed trying to fall asleep.

Sleep wouldn’t come. Every time you closed your eyes you would see him taking hit after hit. Him struggling to get up. His bloody face.

Then you heard keys turning in the lock and the front door shutting. You got up from your bed and marched out of your room, ready to send one of your bothers home.

“Matt”, you stopped dead in your tracks right outside your bedroom door.

There he stood, in front of the entrance, cheeks bruised, lip cracked.

“I’m sorry”, he only managed to whisper it.

He wanted to say a thousand other things but everything was pointless and painful. Looking at you was painful. Nothing was more appropriate than “sorry”.

He was the one who hit first. Even though Luke asked for it. He chirped Matt’s girlfriend without even knowing it was his own sister and Matt couldn’t let it slide. He also couldn’t tell Luke the truth.

The truth being you weren’t even his girlfriend.

You were just hooking up, keeping it casual, secret.

He would have loved it, have it been any other girl.

But he was so desperately in love with you. He wanted to hold your hand and take you on dates and have you cheering on him at his game. He loved waking up next to you and the casual evenings you spent at each other’s apartments, watching a movie, cooking together and telling each other about your days. He loved when you talked about hockey and he would promise you to take you play again, like when you used to do when you were younger. He even loved the stupid reels and tiktok’s you would send him in the morning on your commute to work because then he knew that you thought about him.

However, it has never gotten out of your apartments. His promise to take you to the rink to play hockey together was never fulfilled.

That he hated.

You kept looking at him. You couldn’t sleep because you kept seeing him getting hurt. But now that he was actually in front of you and even in the dim light coming in from the street you could see the bruises.

Not breaking eye contact you get closer to him as he silently takes off his shoes. He knows the rules in your home. He has a spare key. He knows you inside and out and he still can’t call you his and that’s worse than any hit from your brother, he thinks to himself.

“You left before third period.” He wants to wrap his arms around you and feel the warmth of your body to forget the cold of the ice.

You look at him before taking his hand and leading him to the kitchen. “So did you.”

You drop his hand and reach for two glasses in your cupboard.

He watches your every movement and anticipates your every word. You’re too calm but he knows there’s a storm brewing inside of you. You always go quiet when you’re upset and feeling too much. He knows that growing up with three brothers toughened you up and that, even if you’re working on it, subconsciously you still think that showing emotion is a weakness. Still he awaits your next words and actions. You have him wrapped around your finger so tight he almost wants to laugh at his poor situation.

You turn on the tap and let the water running until it’s at the right temperature before filling up your glass.

Matt can’t wait anymore. His patience thins with every drop of water. It’s pouring out of the faucet and going down the drain.

He’s right behind you when you turn around. You wanted to ask him if he wants water but your words die in your throat. He looks even worse up close. If you weren’t holding in your breath you would have sobbed at the sight.

Despair fills his eyes when you look up to him. He crashes his lips on yours and you can taste it right there.

You’re not mad he fought Luke. You know how it is on the ice, you know how Luke can be a little shit when chirping, you know how Matt can fly off the handle in such a situation.

You taste a metallic taste in your mouth as the slit on his lip cracks open at the fierceness with which he kissed you.

It doesn’t matter who he fought, he’s hurt and that’s what upsets you.

The metallic taste mixes with the saltiness of the tear that slid down your cheek. He catches the next one with the thumb that is caressing your skin, as he cradles your face.

Your fingers run through his hair. You can’t let him go. You tug him closer. You can’t tell your bothers. Not now. Every thought in your head contradicts the previous one. His other arm is wrapped around your whole body and pulls you impossible closer. You’re caught up in such a mess, one you made yourself.

But for tonight you’ll kiss Matt even harder. You’ll take care of his bruised lip. You’ll kiss the pain away.

Leaving the mess for tomorrow morning.

#matt rempe #matt rempe x reader #hockey imagine

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silly4sillinger · 2 months

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18+ MINORS DON'T READ BELOW THE CUT Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy Pairing: Matt Rempe x Fem!reader Warnings: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it)

You walk out onto the back deck and find Matt reading with his cowboy hat on to keep the sun out of his eyes.

"Hey."

He looks up from his book when he hears you.

"Hey you. When did you get back?" He asks.

"Just now." You reply, making your way over to him.

He holds his arms out and you straddle his lap.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too." Matt says, pecking your lips before going back to reading.

You sit there content, taking a second to admire him.

You didn't know what it was about your boyfriend wearing a cowboy hat that turned you on, but it was definitely something.

Matt feels you staring and looks down at you. "Can I help you?"

"Have I ever told you how attractive you are with a cowboy hat on?"

Matt laughs, setting his book aside. "Yes, you have, but I never get tired of hearing it from you."

He leans in and kisses you softly.

You deepen the kiss, rocking your hips against him.

Matt lets out a groan and slides his hands from your waist down to your ass as you run your hands through his hair.

"Fuck, Matt." You mumble against his lips and he roughly squeezes your ass.

You continue to grind against him and can feel him getting hard under you.

Matt's hands move to undo the button on your shorts and he pulls away.

"I need to be inside you."

You nod and stand up to take your shorts off, Matt doing the same with his swim trunks.

As soon as your shorts fall onto the cement, Matt is grabbing your hand and trying to pull you back on top of him.

"Slow your roll." You tell him, straddling his lap once again.

You feel his hard on pressing against you as your hands trace the contours of his chest, stalling because you know it drives him crazy.

"You don't like when I tease you, so don't tease me."

"Who said anything about me trying to tease you?" You ask, trying to act innocent.

"I know all of your little games by now. Quit stalling." He tells you, smacking your ass which causes you to gasp.

You push your underwear to the side and line him up with your entrance, slowly sinking down onto him.

Matt's hands grip your hips tightly as you start to move.

You pick up the pace, resting your hands on Matt's shoulders as his hands grip your waist tighter.

His breath coming in ragged gasps as you both move in sync the best that you can.

"Holy Fuck." You moan out.

"You're so fucking pretty." He tells you, kissing you roughly.

You can feel the knot in your stomach building as Matt thrusts up from under you.

"I-I'm close."

"Me too."

You grip Matt's shoulders, feeling his muscles tense beneath your fingertips.

His movements become more urgent, more desperate, matching the rhythm of your own body's response.

Matt thrusts up from under you one last time which causes you both to reach your highs.

#matt rempe x you #matt rempe smut #matt rempe #matt rempe x reader #matt rempe x fem!reader #new york rangers

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fandomsbrat · 16 days

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THIN ICE ✦ part 1 ✦

Matt rempe x reader, Jack hughes x reader

"𝙊𝙝, 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 '𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 "࣪ ⋆｡་ ♡

Summary : you fall for the new boy Matt rempe and your ex has a problem with it

It’s like 20% plot and 80% smut lol

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You step onto the campus of your university, the autumn air crisp. It's been months since you ended things with Jack Hughes, yet he's been trying to get back together more recently but you're determined to move on, to carve out a new path for yourself, but fate has other plans. As you make your way to your first class, you catch sight of him. Jack, with his team mates, his dark hair and his blue eyes. Your heart skips a beat, memories flooding back. You two were together for 3 years. He was your first everything. So when found out he was messing around with other girls while you were away over the summer it kinda broke you.

As you brace yourself and continue walking, ignoring the tug of pain. He’s laughing it up with his friends while you’re walking by up the stairs to your class. You two broke up and now you have to see him at school for one more year as a senior. This year was definitely going to be rough.

But just as you think you've escaped the past, you collide with someone, sending your books scattering across the ground. You look up to see a very tall boy with warm brown eyes and a crooked smile extending a hand to help you up. "Sorry about that," he says, his voice soft yet confident. "I'm Matt Rempe."

You brush yourself off and accept his hand, feeling a strange flutter in your chest. "No worries," you reply, offering a shy smile. "I'm y/a Nice to meet you, Matt." Matt's grin widens, and he reaches out to brush a stray strand of hair "Listen, I know this might be a bit forward, but would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime? You know as sorry for knocking you over."

You hesitate for a moment, torn but in the end, the pull of something new and exciting wins out.

"I'd like that," you say, smiling up at him.

Little did you know jack saw you two from a distance and planned on letting Matt know exactly who you belonged to. Jack knows what he did was wrong but he’s one of the best players on the team of course he gets other girls trying to get into his pants. He was just too selfish to think about you and your feelings. He knew Matt rempe would be joining the team but he didn’t expect was for you to fall for another guy so quickly after the break up. He could tell you liked him by the way you blushed when he helped you up off the ground.

The atmosphere on the ice during practice had shifted since jack saw you and Matt together. Jack's frustration and anger seemed to seep into every aspect of the game, his hits becoming harder and his checks more aggressive. It was as if he was taking out his emotions on the ice, channeling his anger into every move. Matt couldn't ignore the change in Jack's behavior, and he couldn't shake the feeling that it was directed at him. He felt the weight of Jack's hostility bearing down on him during drills, the intensity of his hits leaving bruises that lingered long after practice had ended.

Matt refused to back down. He knew that Jack's anger wasn't really about him; it was about something deeper, something that had nothing to do with hockey.

Jack stormed into the locker room, his jaw clenched and his fists balled at his sides. Without hesitation, he made his way over to where Matt stood, his expression dark and dangerous. The other players in the locker room instinctively backed away, sensing the tension in the air.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jack spat, his voice low and dangerous.

Matt turned to face him, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Nothing," he replied, his tone calm but with an underlying edge. Jack took a step closer, his fists clenching tighter. "Stay away from her," he growled, his voice laced with a warning.

Matt stood his ground, refusing to back down. "She's not yours to control," he said firmly. "If she wants to talk to me, that's her choice." Jack felt a surge of anger boiling inside him, his temper threatening to explode. "You don't know anything about her," he snapped, his voice rising. "You have no idea what she's been through."

Matt narrowed his eyes, his own frustration evident.

"And you do?" he retorted. "You think you have some kind of claim over her just because you used to date?"

Jack's hands curled into fists at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. "I know her better than anyone," he insisted, his voice tinged with desperation. "And I know she deserves better than you." Matt's smirk was a challenge, his cocky demeanor a mask for his own insecurities. "Maybe if you had treated her right, she wouldn't be coming to me."

The tension in the room, jack standing up to Matt sizing him up when he pushed him then all hell broke loose. Body’s grabbing both boys separating them before things could get out of hand. And with that, he turned and stormed out of the locker room, leaving Matt pissed off that he would act like a asshole right before the game tonight. The other players exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the confrontation they had just witnessed.

Later that night you and your friends make it to the arena. Your eyes scan the players on the ice, searching for familiar faces among the sea of helmets and jerseys.

Jack gliding across the ice. He's a star player on the hockey team, and it's easy to see why. But then your gaze drifts to the other end of the rink, where a new player catches your eye. Matt, the latest addition to the team, moves with a raw aura that sets him apart from the others. He's tall and lean, with a determined look in his eyes as he battles for control of the puck.

You can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest as you watch Matt play. There's something about him, something that draws you in despite your best efforts to resist. You know it's dangerous to get involved with another hockey player, especially after everything that happened with Jack, but there's a pull between you and Matt that you can't ignore.

As the game comes to an end, you make your way down to the locker rooms to congratulate the team.

You linger in the hallway, waiting for Jack to emerge, unsure of what to say to him after all this time. But before you can gather your thoughts, Matt appears beside you, a crooked grin on his face.

After the game, Matt took your hand and led you off the ice, away from the buzzing crowd and into the quiet solitude of the locker room. The air was heavy with the lingering scent of sweat and adrenaline, the sounds of the game still echoing in the empty space.

As you followed Matt into the locker room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building in the pit of your stomach. You had spent countless hours in this room, cheering on Jack and the rest of the team, but being here with Matt felt different somehow. There was a charged energy in the air, a tension that seemed to crackle between you, drawing you closer with each step.

Once inside, Matt turned to face you, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "I wanted to talk to you," he said softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

You nodded, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your chest. "About what?" you asked, unable to tear your gaze away from him.

Matt's lips curved into a small, tender smile. "You," he said simply. "You are so beautiful"

Your heart swelled with emotion at his words, the truth of them resonating deep within you. "Thank you," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

Without another word, Matt closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, surrounded by the empty silence of the locker room, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, as if everything in the world had finally fallen into place.

As you wrapped your arms around Matt, pulling him closer. His hands cupped your face gently, and his touch was both familiar and electrifying. It sent shivers down your spine and made your heart race in your chest. Every nerve ending in your body seemed to come alive at his touch, and you melted into him completely.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and sloppy. You fumbled with the bottom of his shirt, desperately wanting to feel his skin against yours. Pulling it over his head, tracing light circles on his chest with your fingertips. His skin was warm and smooth beneath your touch, and he let out a soft sigh.

With one swift motion, Matt lifted you up onto one of the nearby benches. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he continued to ravish your lips with his own.The ache between your thighs grew almost unbearable, and you ground your hips against his in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure. He groaned against your lips, the sound sending a fresh wave of desire coursing through your veins.

With one hand on the small of your back, Matt held you tightly against him. The other trailed down between your bodies, his fingers deftly undoing the button on your jeans. He dipped his hand inside, finding you hot and wet and ready for him.

"Matt," you moaned breathlessly, "please... I need more."

He didn't need to be told twice with a swift motion, he removed his hand from between your legs and pulled down both your panties and jeans in one go. Then he positioned himself at your entrance and pushed inside slowly giving you time to adjust to his size.

You gasped as he filled you up completely - stretching you open in the best possible way. The feeling was overwhelming; a heady mix of pleasure and intensity that left you wanting more.

He fucked you against the wall of the lockers your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you. Matt's hands roamed over your body, gripping and squeezing every inch of flesh he could find. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. A soft moan escaped your lips as his teeth grazed over your collarbone. You could feel his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, the pleasure building inside you until it was too much to bear. You came hard, your pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to fuck you through the orgasm. For several moments, both of you were reduced to nothing more than ragged breaths and trembling limbs. Eventually, Matt pulled out and collapsed onto the bench beside you with a contented sigh. "That was fucking amazing," he said, pulling you into his side and pressing a kiss to your temple.

You nodded in agreement, still too breathless to speak. The two of you sat in silence for a while, basking in the afterglow of your passionate tryst.

Eventually, you both realized that you should probably start heading home before someone came to investigate the source of all the noise. You gathered up your discarded clothing and helped each other get dressed, sharing a few more heated kisses along the way.

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highway don't care

matt rempe x reader

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you slammed the car door shut behind you, trying to will away the tears that threatened to fall and shoving the key into the ignition. the fight that had just occurred inside was the biggest one you and matt had ever had, and you needed to get away from him for a while. the plan wasn't perfect, driving around the outskirts of the city for a bit until you had enough time to cool off, but you were angry and not thinking your clearest.

you backed out of your parking spot, soft music starting up through the car radio as your phone connected to it, playing whatever song you had been listening to last on spotify. as you turned onto the road, you took a deep breath, then another, trying to get your heart to calm and your head to level, but it didn't seem to work. the tears you were trying to stop throughout the entire argument started to freely flow down your face. you sniffled, reaching up to wipe your cheeks with the sleeve of your hoodie.

"so stupid," you muttered to yourself. you slowed as you approached a red light, using the brief pause to once again dry your cheeks. your music cut off, and you sniffled again as you reached for your phone. it didn't turn on, and the fact that it was dead was just the cherry on top of the shitty situation. you let out a small, muffled scream, tossing it back in the empty passenger seat.

the light turned green, so you followed the car in front of you as you switched to the radio. most of the stations were static, but one finally came through with a song. you knew it, it was on the playlist you played when you wanted to cry. fitting. you hummed along, rolling down the window a bit and hoping the cool breeze would help calm you down.

the car in front of you turned on their blinker, and you slowed down until they turned, then sped back up. there were no cars on the road anymore, and you smiled slightly at the idea of the open road. you reached for your phone, planning to text your friend macy to see if you can come over for a bit. the thought of talking through the argument sounded enticing, but the screen stays black and you remember that its dead, so you drop it back in its spot.

you sigh, leaning your head on your hand, your elbow rested on the door. you come up over a small hill, hardly any time to react to the car that's supposed to be in the other lane, but has partially crossed the middle line. you don't even have time to brake before their car collides with yours, and everything around you goes black.

~~~

you heard the front door shut and you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. you had been stewing in your anger ever since the second period, when he had been ejected from the game. you had tried to plan out what you were going to say, but the second you saw his face, all of that vanished.

"hey baby." you didn't reply. was he going to just act normal? act like he hadn't hurt someone only hours ago? act like you hadn't been watching? he could tell you were upset, the way you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes instead of greeting him back. "what's wrong?"

"don't act like you don't know," you scoffed. his eyes widened, then they narrowed as he thought about what he could have done. he was silent for too long, so you scoffed again.

"i'm thinking here, baby! give me a hint."

"the fact that you don't know isn't making this better for you! you should very well know why i'm upset with you after the game you just played. or should i say the game you didn't play." you watched as he rolled his eyes, taking a second to look at the ceiling in disbelief.

"you're upset i got ejected."

"well, i've only asked you to play a little cleaner multiple times now." he sighed.

"and i told you that it's not that easy." you could tell he was getting annoyed, but at this point you didn't care. you sighed, and he was immediately on the defensive. "they expect me to play this way! the fans-"

"i don't care about the fans, matt! i care about you! i care about your well-being and the well-being of everyone on the opposing team! you've played how many games now and gone into the box every single one. and how many of those haven't been majors?" he sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, but you continued. "the first time was funny, debuting your professional career with a planned fight. but you cannot keep this shit up, matt."

"i might not have a professional career if i don't keep this up!"

"you might not have a fucking life if you do, though." the room went silent, matt unsure what to say and you trying to will away your tears.

you had seen all of the comments, you knew the dangers of the road he was going down. you hated seeing the pain and injuries he had caused to opposing players. you hated seeing how dark and puffy his face had been after his last fight, and you knew the effects could very much last long-term. thinking about losing matt over something so avoidable, it absolutely tore you apart.

"i cannot keep watching you put yourself in a dangerous place just because you feel like the coach or the GM may not like that you don't want to constantly fight and play rough. you have a bunch of people that love you, that have already experienced loss, and we don't want anything to happen to you."

he sat on the edge of the bed, sighing as he ran his hands over his face and through his hair. he settled with his elbows on his knees, his hands over his mouth. you watched, waiting for him to say something.

"i don't understand why you're so insistent that something is going to happen to me." your mouth dropped at his words once you fully registered them.

"do you not understand how stressful it is to be punched in the face every time you play?"

"so don't watch!"

"i'm not talking about me, matt! continuous head trauma isn't fucking good for you!"

"i can't just stop playing rough. it's what they expect from me. they'll just send me back if i change the way i play."

"did they tell you that?"

"what?"

"were you explicitly told you'd go back down if you didn't play rough?"

"well no, but-" you walked over to the door and shoved your feet into your slippers, then walked out of the room. you were by the front door, grabbing your keys from their peg, when matt caught up to you.

"i'll be back."

"where are you going? we're in the middle of-"

"i just need a break." then you opened the front door and you were gone.

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the forty-five minutes since he had gotten the call from your mom had been a complete blur for matt. he didn’t remember much of it, just the panicked voice coming through his phone.

“matt, i got a call. she’s at the hospital. they said there was an accident. are you with her?” his brain started spinning, hoping he had somehow heard her wrong.

but now here he was, sat in the waiting room. he had been told that someone would come explain what they knew to him as soon as possible, and he hoped that was true. he knew the hospital staff was busy, but he could drive himself crazy with all the possible scenarios.

all he knew is that you were in surgery. that’s all the nurse at the desk knew, so that’s all that he knew. surgery for what though? it had to be bad if you went in immediately. was it head trauma? brain damage? had you lost a limb? what if you had amnesia and didn't remember him? at least then you wouldn't remember the fight.

matt was upset at a lot of things at the moment, but at the top of that list, bolded, circled in red, and written twice as big as anything else, was himself. he should have stopped you from leaving. hell, he should of quit playing like an asshole so the fight never even happened. so he sat there, staring at the ground and thinking of everything he should have done different, everything he could have changed so he wasn't here, waiting to find out if you were even going to survive.

"y/n y/l/n?"

matt was immediately standing at the sound of the nurse calling out your name. she gave him a sad smile as she walked over, checking her chart.

"so, it's not pretty but the doctors do expect the rest of the surgery to go smoothly. there were a few broken ribs, a punctured lung, a broken leg, and they expect some head trauma but there's not too much they can check there until she wakes up."

"jesus christ," he muttered, running a hand over his face. "she's still in surgery?" the nurse nods.

"someone will be out to get you when she's moved to a room after, or to update you should anything happen."

"thank you." the nurse offered another sad smile as she gave a small nod, then she turned and returned the way she came. matt sighed, making his way back to his seat and pulling out his phone. he looked at the screen for a moment, a picture he took of you one night when you had gone out for dinner. you had just gotten your drinks and he asked to take a picture of you, only for your response to be blowing the wrapper off your straw at him. he took the picture then, of you giggling at his shocked face as you stuck your straw into your drink.

he didn't realize he was crying until a tear dropped onto the screen. it turned off automatically and he wiped it off, sniffling and wiping away more tears from his eyes. he opened his phone again, unlocking it this time, his thumb hovering over the call log. should he call your mom? update her on what he was told? or should he wait until she got here, when you were likely out of surgery with more definitive answers?

he shook his head, turning off his phone and setting it in his lap. he slid down in his chair a bit, getting comfortable and letting his head rest back against the wall. he didn't realize until now how tired he was. but that's what playing a hockey game, fighting with your girlfriend, and then finding out she had been in a car accident and was in emergency surgery will do to you. he was asleep before he knew it.

unfortunately, his dreams were plagued with you. mainly the gruesome possibilities of what could have happened to you. he didn't have any details of the accident himself, so his subconscious was taking creative liberties on what events could have unfolded. his pictured you car being hit, your body being thrown, a massive amount of blood. he saw you crying out for help but no one there to stop the bleeding or pull you from the wreckage.

he was pleasantly shocked to find out it was all a dream when he was gently shaken awake by a nurse. he looked confused, and she offered him a soft smile. this one was much more reassuring than the nurse who had spoken to him earlier, so he took that as a good sign.

"you're here for y/n y/l/n?" he nodded. "she's out of surgery, in her own room. they did everything they could to fix her up, but the doctors can't say for sure when she'll wake up." matt's brows furrowed.

"what do you mean?"

"they did a scan of her brain and it seems there's been a bit of trauma from where she hit it."

"she hit her head?" the nurse nodded.

"they're unsure what the extent of that damage is though. there's not much more they can do until she wakes up."

"if she wakes up?" the nurse offers a tight smile.

"they expect her to wake up. there just isn't an estimate on how soon that will be." matt frowned. he wasn't so easily convinced. to him, it sounded like she was saying one thing but meaning another. "i can walk you back to her room if you'd like to sit with her." he nodded, standing up and following the nurse.

as they walked, he has some time to think. what if you didn't wake up? what if you did but you had problems due to the head trauma? is this how you felt every time you saw him get hit in the head?

"its helpful to talk to patients that are unconscious, as it can help them wake up sooner. most people say they can hear people speaking to them before they've woken up." matt looked at her confused.

"isn't she just under anesthesia?" the nurse nodded.

"she is, but... she wasn't responsive when she was brought in. she may stay unconscious for a but after the anesthesia wears off." matt's lips pursed, as if he wasn't satisfied with that answer.

finally, she stopped in front of a door, turning to face matt.

"before you go in, she's hooked to a few machines and IVs. she's got some scratches and bruises on top of her major injuries, and she may not look like herself entirely. she's lost a bit of blood and is likely paler than normal. would you like me to stay with you for a moment?" matt eyed the door, nervous to see you but glad that you were just on the other side.

"no, i'll be alright." the nurse nods, giving him that reassuring smile again.

"there's a button for the nurse's station if you need anything." he thanked her as she walked away, then turned to face the door. he took a deep breath and shook out his hands, steeling himself to see you.

when he opened the door, he couldn't help the tears that came to his eyes. the nurse was right, you hardly looked like yourself. there was a cast on your leg, scratches and cuts all over your body, and the occasional bruise. the worst was your forehead. he could tell you hit it hard on something, and your eye mirrored the way his had looked just a week ago. it stood out even worse against your pale skin.

"oh, baby," he whispered. there was a chair in the corner and he grabbed it, dragging it over to the side of your bed. he was hesitant to touch you, he didn't want to cause you any more pain. he settled for sliding his hand under yours, hoping it didn't disturb you too much. however, the feeling of your cold, clammy skin just made the tears start to fall.

"baby, i am so sorry." he stopped talking, choking on his words. his vision blurred from the tears in his eyes and he used his free hand to wipe them away, but they were just replaced by more.

he suddenly comes to a realization. earlier, while he was waiting, he regretted the fight that caused you to leave. but now, he realized what you felt. he understood the pain you went through when you saw him get hurt. up until now, he had brushed off the thought of lasting effects of his fights. he thought that he was fine, things like that would never happen to him. but now he was here, sitting next to his bruised and broken girlfriend in a hospital bed, because she was in an accident that most people assume will never happen to them.

"i- fuck, i should've just listened to you. you were absolutely right." he lets out a little laugh, thinking about the call he got just after you left the apartment. "if you were awake, you'd definitely kick my ass for this but uh, i have to go in tomorrow for a hearing to see if i'm suspended or not for my hit. well, more like how many games i'm suspended for."

he sniffles, wiping away more tears. he looks too long at the puffiness of your eyes.

"i'll talk to them tomorrow. i'll tell them that i'll be playing cleaner from now on. not ask, tell. hopefully your mom is here by then, i don't want to leave you here alone. no, i won't leave you here alone. i think they'd understand if i wasn't able to go in tomorrow right?"

he takes his time, looking out the window for a bit, then resting his forehead on the bed next to the mattress. finally, he sits back up and looks at you again.

"the nurse made it sound like there's a small chance you might not wake up. i think she was trying to sound optimistic, telling me they expect you to wake up but they just don't know how long. but i don't know, it felt like there was something she wasn't saying."

he has to take a break then, because tears start falling again and his lip starts to tremble.

"i-" his voice cracks, so he swallows and then tries again. "i really need you to wake up. i have... absolutely no clue what i would do without you. you've always been there for me, no matter where i moved or what crazy idea i had. you were always right by my side, making sure i wasn't alone. i can't live without you."

he lets out a laugh, almost as if he can't believe the situation he's found himself in.

"i wanted to marry you. i do want to marry you. that's what i was gonna buy first with my big contract, a ring. my mom and my sisters told me that i would be absolutely insane to not marry you, but hey didn't have to tell me that. i already knew i would be the dumbest person alive to let you go. but, i can't marry you if you don't wake up, baby."

he has to stop again, wiping his cheeks free of tears. just the thought of not being able to do the thing he's thought about since he met you enough to make him nearly lose it completely.

"i really need you to wake up. we're supposed to get married and have kids and teach them to skate together. and you're gonna get mad at me for doing dumb things but i promise from now on i'll listen to you instead of trying to fight you. i'll do anything, absolutely anything you want, baby. but you gotta wake up for me, okay?"

obviously, there was no response, but matt wasn't sure what else to say. so he carefully leaned down and pressed a feather-light kiss to the back of your hand before resting his head next to it.

"i love you, baby. please wake up for me."

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SOFT LAUNCH | MR73

matt rempe x fem! trouba sister! reader

masterlist || fc addison rae || context: reader is a famous tiktoker and friends with dixie! she met matt through jack by going to a hockey game aka trevor trying to set up his gf bsf with his bsf. it did not go well in the sense that the two did not get together cause jack already had a secret gf but she noticed matt during warm ups cause she was standing on the wrong side of the rink for warms ups. she did not tell jacob that she was at the game from an invitation from trevor jack. it was the game that matt dropped bastian. she's friends with some of the older umich boys basically team 100 (her, jacob, and phil are a mini trio cause jacob and phil don't get enought recognition 😓) || i know this has a lot of plot holes but idc because i'm tired and i'll probably go back and make an official timeline if i make this an OFFICIAL au. enjoy :)

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throw away

matt rempe x juraj slafkovský x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, oral f and m receiving, unprotected sex, creampie, restraint, choking, and of course (can’t go without it) fluff <3

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“you ready to go?” matt asks as you finish thre final touches on your makeup.

“yep.” you smile turning to look at him, standing in the hotel bathroom doorway.

“god you look gorgeous.” he says, smirking, eyeing you up and down.

“thank you.” you blush, zipping up your makeup bag up. you and matt had been “talking” for about a month now, you grew more comfortable with him by the day and were honored that he invited you to come with him to this offseason training camp.

“come on baby.” he says lowly, intertwining your fingers, pulling the room door open.

“so we’re going to a restaurant with all of the guys in your group?” you ask.

“yes but i wouldn’t exactly classify it as a restaurant. its more of a bar club situation.” he giggles looking down at you as you stood and waited for the elevator.

“what if i think one of them is hot?” you joke, locking arms with him.

“then go for it, i won’t stop you.” he replies pushing the floor one button. a response you did not expect.

“oh that’s um- i was joking.” you laugh nervously.

“well i wasn’t.” he replies kissing you on the head. you furrowed your eyebrows, concerned that you had done something wrong but you can’t think of a time you’d give him a reason to question your intentions.

“oh okay.” you say, sticking to your joke. surely you weren’t gonna be eye balling another guy. you had googly eyes the first time you met matt, there was no way you could react that way to anyone else.

“i trust you.” he smirks turning his head to look down at you. you could’ve melted into the floor at the way his eyes practically stared into your soul. you walk out to the rental car and he opens your door for you, making sure you were in your seat before shutting the door behind you. you loved his gentlemanly gestures even with no actual commitment. it was like dreaming.

“it’s a short drive.” he states, staring at the directions on his phone.

“i won’t drink.” you reply.

“me either.”

“okay then maybe i’ll have like one or two.” you giggle as he leans over the console pressing a kiss to your lips.

“yes, enjoy yourself okay?” he asks, his face inches away from yours, eyes locked on his.

“i will.” you reply, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“you’re so pretty.” he smirks, pecking your lips one last time before putting the car in drive.

like he said before, the drive was short. you two entered the building together, his arm holding you close to his side. it was crowded and the music was loud. quickly, you found yourselves hanging around some of the guys he befriended during the first few days of camp, getting to know them as you sipped on a drink. you being a decent lightweight, you were tipsy off the one drink and decided to cut yourself off. you enjoyed this feeling. tipsy but coherent and capable of controlling yourself, however, you cared a little less about the judgement you’d receive acting out.

“matt, can we dance? let’s go dance.” you beg holding onto his hands, pulling lightly.

“we’ll be back.” he giggles to the boys, allowing you to guide him into the crowded dance floor. the music blared as you turned your back to the boy, his hands running down your waist as you grinded back on him shamelessly, his grip on your body tightening occasionally. you grabbed onto his wrists, directing his hands onto your tits. he squeezed lightly over the fabric of your dress, a moan leaving your throat involuntarily.

“stop before i fuck you right here in front of all these people.” he groaned in your ear. you could feel him hardening through the fabric of his pants.

“so tempting.” you reply, turning around and running your hands down his chest and attaching your lips to his.

out of the corner of your eye you saw someone. tall, muscular, brunette, bright smile. you turned your head to get a better look as you hugged the side of your head to his chest. the guy looked straight out of a magazine. chiseled jaw line, defined cheek bones, hair that fell on his forehead effortlessly in the perfect places, you could hardly believe he was even real.

“matt.”

“yeah?” he asks looking down at you.

“i’m gonna go…. get another drink.”

“okay,” he pauses, “talk to a guy, i know that’s why you’re walking away right now.” he whispered with a devious smirk on his face.

“stop.” you shoved him with a red face as he chuckles, turning his attention to one of his friends. you approach the guy who was now standing alone at the bar.

“and who are you? i feel like i know who you are.” you state.

“it’s juraj, and you are?” he replies with a thick accent.

“y/n. it’s nice to meet you, where are you from? your accent is fucking gorgeous.”

“no the pleasure is mine, you are beautiful. and thank you, i’m from slovakia.” he smiles, looking you up and down.

“so you here for that hockey thing?” you ask not even hiding the blush that crept up onto your cheeks, taking a sip of whatever drink you were handed by the bartender.

“yeah actually i am. it’s been a little lonely you know.” he replies, his eyes shimmering in the dim light.

“i would’ve thought you had a girlfriend.”

“oh no no, can’t really say i’ve been looking. a hook up would be nice from time to time though.” he laughs.

“yeah i bet.”

“you know matt?”

“rempe?”

“yeah, him.”

“yeah i’ve met him, he seems cool.”

“we’ve been talking for a while, he’s been great you know?” you say turning to look at matt, who had girls circling him, yet he paid no mind.

“would you wanna like, go somewhere or….. it’s just a bit loud. there’s a lot going on in here, not private.”

“i think we’re good here, unless you can’t hear.” you hesitate. you remembered what matt had told you earlier but it was hard to break your habit.

“you’re good, i don’t wanna like pressure you or anything.” he says motioning his hands apologetically.

“oh were you- oh juraj, i’m like talking talking to matt.” you reply, scratching your head

“and?” he smirks, his intention was clear.

he wanted to fuck you, and you couldn’t say you weren’t on the same page.

“i mean maybe we could, do something.” you reply, playing with the hem of your dress.

“what’d you have in mind?” he asks, stepping closer, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“y/n.” you hear to your left.

matt.

“oh hey matt, i was just gonna come looking for you. this is juraj.”

“yeah we’ve met before.” he chuckles, dapping him up. compared to how large matt was, juraj wasn’t far off. he was sizable.

“so, babe, juraj was wanting to come back with me tonight and i was wondering if that was okay?” you ask, toying with the seam of his shirt. he turns to juraj and you practically see a lightbulb go off over his head. he nodded at the slovak boy with a smirk, dapping each other up once again. you wished you could speak their language fluently but you were assuming you translated correctly.

“we should go now huh?” matt asks, wrapping an arm comfortably around your waist. you simply nod in reply and matt begins to guide you out of the building as you held onto juraj’s finger behind you. you found your way back out into the car and prepared for a probably silent drive home.

“will you go in the bathroom baby? just give us one second.” matt asks with puppy eyes.

“y-yes?” you replied as the boy handed you a bag from victoria’s secret you had never seen before.

“go change.” he mumbled in your ear, kissing your cheek briefly. you looked inside the bag briefly before hesitantly walking to the bathroom. you removed the tissue paper and pulled out a beautiful white lingerie set, the same one you’d been eye balling since your birthday a few weeks prior. you pulled it out of the bag, eyeing the gorgeous lace detailing and delicate rhinestones that lined the cups.

“okay.” you say, hyping yourself up in the mirror. you loved how expensive you felt.

you hear light knocks on the door.

“come in?” you said, adjusting the straps. matt opens the door and goes big eyed.

“what? is it ugly? do i lo-“

“you look fucking delicious.” he replies, licking his bottom lip before grabbing your face with his hands and crashing your lips together.

“what were you guys talking about?” you ask pulling away.

“guidelines.” he replies, twirling a strand of your hair.

“what kind?”

“it’s not really anything, i mostly just asked that he was out of here by early morning.” he giggles.

“oh… okay.” you blush.

“go out there and get comfortable with him okay? i’m gonna shower real quick. i wreak of liquor. some bitch at the bar spilled his drink on me.” he giggles brushing his hair out of his face.

“okay, don’t be too long, i’ll miss you.” you say biting your lip.

“i won’t be.” he replies kissing you. you leave the bathroom shutting the door lightly behind you. you reveal yourself to the boy who sat scrolling on his phone, shirtless.

“oh wow look at you.” he smiles putting his phone face down on the side table.

“you like?” you reply, doing a full spin.

“you look gorgeous.” he smiles as you place your hands on his shoulders. his hands placed lightly on your hips.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, locking eyes with you.

“juraj, we’re about to be fucking, yes you can kiss me.” you laugh. he grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger connecting your lips with his. his lips were soft and sweet with the taste of his mint lip balm. your tongue plunging into his mouth, opening just like an automatic door. the kiss sent you spiraling. you sunk onto his thigh, clenching at the sensation of his thigh against your already sensitive core. your body jerked involuntarily, begging for friction. his hand lightly wraps around your neck, creating pressure on the sides and you grab onto his wrist. you begin grinding your hips on his thigh, moving in circles, your blood rushing straight to your clit.

“oh fuck.” you whisper locking eyes with him.

“you gonna fuck yourself on my thigh huh?” he grunts and you nod, his hand limiting the movement of your head.

“better be quick, he’s gonna be done soon.” he smirks as you speed up. your legs squeezed around his thigh as your rubbed against him, leaving a puddle of your wetness on his thigh, the thin fabric of your panties doing absolutely nothing to stop the sensation. you begged for your first climax, probably of many. he let go of your neck, you head crashing into his shoulder. his hand found his way into your hair as you crept closer to your climax.

“j.” you whined as his other arm wrapped around you.

“you gonna cum for me pretty girl?” he cooed in your ear.

“uh huh.” you reply with a moan, your legs shaking around his thick thigh, soaked in your climax. your chest rose up and down heavily as he rubbed your back gently.

"so so good." he whispers. you sit up reconnecting your lips before you hear the water stop running. you stand up from his lap, embarrassed at the sight below you.

"oh my god let me clean you up." you panic scrambling for your towel from the previous night.

"hand it to me i got it. get in bed, i'll be with you in a second." he states giggling at your embarrassment. he wipes his leg clean of you and removes his shorts, climbing into bed next to you. you rubbed your legs together, still horny as ever.

"so anxious." he whispered running a hand over your stomach, sucking on the skin of your neck. you tugged on his soft hair as he littered your neck with kisses. you heard the lock click and see matt turn the corner, his white towel not hiding the print of his thick cock.

"i see you got cozy." he giggles staring at the two of you on the bed.

"oh yeah for sure." you reply giving him a thumbs up, juraj chuckling next to you as he slides his boxers off.

"come sit." matt says undoing his towel. you scoot to the edge of your bed sitting on your knees.

"wanna use that pretty little mouth for me princess?" matt says with a smug look, sliding two fingers into your mouth. you sucked his fingers confidently before he retracted them, using your saliva to rub himself hard, which wasn't a difficult task.

"get on the ground. god, i want in those gorgeous lips of yours." he requests, placing a pillow on the ground for your knees, which you gladly comply and take him into your hands. you spat on his dick rubbing it in, glistening in doing so. you made contact with his tip, running your tongue over the sensitive head.

"fuck." he sighs, pulling your hair out of your face. you ran your tongue along the veins of his hard shaft, loving the taste of him in your mouth just like always. you bobbed your head up and down with the help of your hands before he pulled you off of him.

"wh-"

"it's not just me your mouth is taking care of honey." he interrupted, nodding to the boy who'd rubbed himself hard at the sight of you. your jaw dropped at the size of his dick. it was long and thick, you were overwhelmed enough by matt's alone. how on earth were you going to make it through this?

you climbed onto the bed and met slaf at his side. you took him into your hand, praying in some way you could handle this. matt climbed on the bed behind you and laid back, enjoying the view. you spat on your hand, working your saliva into the skin of his cock. you took him into your mouth, running your tongue in circles around his tip as you continued jerking him off with your hands. you ran your tongue up and down his shaft before taking him back into your mouth, sucking in your cheeks pulling him out with a pop. you felt matt pull your hair out of your face, keeping your lips on his dick. you opened your mouth back up for him this time with assistance. carefully, matt pushed your head down. taking more and more of juraj's dick into your mouth. you could only make it half way on your own but you had already passed that point. your eyes began to water as you reached closer to the base of his cock, gagging, gripping onto his thigh.

"god such a good girl." slaf groans before matt lets go of your hair and you pull him out of with a cough, spit webbing from your mouth. you laughed as you wiped the tears that spring loose.

"i didn't think i could do that." you say turning to matt.

"well it was fucking hot." juraj interjects leaning up slightly.

"lay on his chest for me baby." matt says kissing you deeply. you positions yourself in between slaf's legs, laying your back on his chest. matt spread your legs apart and ran a hand up your thigh. slaf grabs hold of both of your hands, pulling them above both of your head, his grip on your wrists firm. he wrapped his free arm around your waist snuggly as matt removed your thong.

"god i've been wanting to do this all fucking day." matt smirks licking his lips before diving between your legs. his tongue made intense contact with your clit, a sensation you'd been wanting since you arrived back at the hotel.

"oh my god." you yelped, clenching your fists. you bit your lip, trying to keep yourself quiet for the sake of your neighbors. if there was one thing matt loved in this world, it was eating you out.

"you taste so good sweetheart." he says leaning his head up as he easily slides two fingers into you. you squrimed in the brunettes grip as your thighs squeezed matt's head lightly.

"juraj please. please let go, i need something to-fuck." you moan squeezing your eyes shut, you buck against matt's face fighting slaf's grip on you.

"you gonna come princess? soak his face y/n. fucking drench him." he eggs you on in your ear lowly.

"j please, i need my hands." you beg, running out of breath. he releases your hands and immediately one finds its way into matt's hair between your thighs and the other gripping harshly on juraj’s thigh. you avoided finishing yet but the task was becoming increasingly difficult until you couldn't take it anymore. a yelp was released from your throat as you snapped into your climax.

"baby he's not even fucking you yet and you're fucking drenching his face." slaf giggles as matt backs away, his face drenched in your cum. your eyes full of daze, you sit up and attack him in a kiss.

"you're so fucking hot." matt says pulling away breathlessly.

"which one of us do you want first? we can take turns with that pretty little pussy huh?" matt laughs darkly, wiping his face with his arm.

"i want him." you say turning to slaf. his eyes lit up as he stands up out of bed.

"can i suck you while he fucks me?" you ask matt, linking your hands together, smiling at him with hopefully eyes.

"of course baby." he smirks, kissing your lips lovingly. you climb onto the corner of the bed, getting on all fours. matt rounds the corner and stands in front of you as slaf lays a light hand on your ass, running his cock through your soaking folds.

"so fucking wet for me." he says as matt jerks himself off in front of you, licking your lips waiting to have him back into your mouth. juraj pushes into your tight pussy from behind you slowly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at his size.

"fuck." you moan as he bottoms out.

"so tight around me." he says retracting his hips at a sinfully slow speed. his thrusts were deep and long, sending you into a spiral of uncontrollable moans. the way his cock effortlessly hit your cervix drove you mad as he snapped his hips, the skin of your ass slapping against him.

"oh my fucking god." you say as he picks up his speed. his grip on your hips became harder.

"such a good girl taking him so well." matt says just above the volume of your moans.

"open up for me." he continues, placing a finger under your chin to look up. he pushes his cock back into your mouth, the vibration of your moans making him impossibly hornier. the feeling of juraj stretching you out while you sucked in matt’s dick like a lollipop left you wondering if there was ever a time where you felt this overwhelmed, but in the best way.

“oh my god.” you moaned with muffled words as slaf picked up his speed, you helping by fucking yourself onto him. the sound of skin slapping practically drowned out your moans, spit dripping down your chin as you gagged on matt’s cock. you found the strength to lift an arm and pull him out of your mouth.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum.” you tell, lazily jerking off the poor boy in front of you.

“i’m getting close.” the slovak grunts from behind you, pulling your hips onto him as he drills into you even deeper than before. the line in your abdomen snaps as an orgasm washes over your body.

“fuck fuck fuck.” you hear him groan as he spills his warm seed deep into you, fucking all the way through both of your climaxes, his thrusts became slow and lazy as you both ran out of breath. he pulls himself out of your throbbing core.

“look at that, fucking hell.” he scoffs, running a finger through the mess between your legs as you catch your breath.

“open up sweetheart.” he requests and you do as your told, sucking his finger clean of the salty fluid. you sat up on your knees beckoning matt over to you.

“i wanna taste you.” you beg and he smirks. you take him into your hand, rubbing your finger over the sensitive part of his head, putting in effort to get him there just like you had been. you felt his cock twitch in your hand as he spewed his seed onto your face. you licked the liquid that had dripped onto your lip gladly, using your fingers to wipe up some more and suck your fingers clean.

“hold still pretty girl. let me clean you up.” matt laughs grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, wiping it from around your eyes.

“such a good girl taking him like that, so so good princess.” he smiles at your as he holds your chin to keep your eyes on him. you grew tired as your body came down from your high, your eyes fluttering shut.

“you can’t go passing out on us yet honey, we’re not done with you.” he smirks pressing a kiss you your lips. you were exhausted but couldn’t get enough of these men.

“lay down for me baby. i know you’re tired, take a breath.” he continues and you do as you’re told. you lay back on a mountain of pillows, glaring at the two boys eyeing you.

“matt,” you say practically in a whisper and he climbs over you, “want you in me.” you finish.

“dont worry princess we’re getting there.” he smirks before pushing his cock into your coated pussy without warning.

“oh my god.” you huff out, locking eyes with him as he thrusts deeply into you, stretching you out just like before. this was a feeling that was intoxicating. you could never get used to it.

“such a tight little pussy huh? you like it when i fuck you like this don’t you?” he asks as you lock your legs around his hips.

“yes fuck yes.” you moan, your voice growing raspy at the strain you felt in your vocal chords. he pounded deeper into you than you ever could’ve imagined, attaching your lips as an attempt to quiet your moans.

“gonna wake up the neighbors pretty girl.” slaf chuckles standing next to you, jerking himself off at the sight of you getting annihilated by matt. you reach out your arm without looking, taking juraj’s dick into your hand, pumping him with decent pressure. you were surprised you could focus on multiple things considering your pussy was getting drilled into by a 6’7 monster of a man, you were honestly impressed with your ability to function.

matt breaks the kiss away focusing more on his speed now. you pull slaf’s hand wanting to bring him closer to you, putting his saliva-soaked cock back into your mouth. you hollowed your cheeks out taking him all the way, running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft on the way out. a galaxy began to form behind you eyelids at the boy pile driving you between your legs but you persisted on, twirling your tongue around the tip of the hockey player’s dick. you pulled away, grabbing harshly onto matt’s shoulder as you felt pressure in your stomach that you hadn’t felt before.

“holy fuck.” matt says slowing down and pulling out as your spewed liquid all over him. he looks down at himself in shock before laughing.

“what happened?” you asked leaning up.

“you just fucking squirted.” he scoffs.

“i did?”

“yes and it was fucking hot.” slaf says, leaning down and connecting your lips again.

“fuck you’re so perfect.” matt says pushing himself back inside you, quickly returning to his previous pace. he wasn’t able to go for long before you felt it again but this time he fucked you right through it.

“jesus need a fucking flood warning over here.” he grunts, pounding into you continuously.

“matt fuck i’m gonna cum.” you whine as he dips his head low, his hair tickling your face. your vision goes black as you tighten around him, your grip on his shoulder loosening instantly.

“such a good girl, you’re doing so good baby.” he grunts fucking you all the way through your high into his own, coating your walls with his milky seed. his thrusts slow down quickly, him growing lethargic with every thrust.

“so so beautiful.” he says keeping his cock deep inside you as he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“fuck i can’t believe we just did that.” you giggle with the little energy you had left as matt joins your right side.

“i’m surprised we got no noise complaints.” slaf giggles joining you on your free side.

“so?” matt asks you.

“that was fucking incredible.” you scoff, almost wanting another go round but you know you couldn’t handle it. you nuzzled to matt’s side, his thumb running back and forth on your side.

“well thanks for tonight guys it was great, i feel like it’s probably good if i go back to my room.” the slovak says picking up his clothes, scratching the back of his head.

“thanks for coming bro.” matt says dapping him up just like he had at the bar.

“yeah of course.”

“juraj wait.” you say sitting up, matt’s hand dropping to the side of your ass.

“what is it?” he asks and you beckon him over.

“nothing i just wanted to say bye.” you say sitting up, tugging the boy down by his shirt to kiss him one last time, not lingering too long.

“bye sweetheart,” he smirks, grabbing his phone and exiting the hotel room. you and matt laid in silence under the covers for the next hour or so before you drifted off to sleep in the boy’s arms.

“huh?” you groan being woken up with a kiss.

“good morning pretty girl, it’s 10. i figured i should wake you up.” matt says lowly, brushing hair out of your face.

“morning.” you reply sweetly, sleep lingering in both of your eyes.

“last night was crazy.”

“yeah it was.” you giggle in reply.

“if i asked you, would you be all mine?”

“what do you mean?”

“like, god okay don’t laugh at me this is gonna be a little cheesy, would you please make me the happiest guy ever and let me have all of you? i know it has only been like a month but you are literally my oxygen. i’m fucking obsessed with you.” he says truthfully and you smile pressing a kiss to the boys lips.

“i’d love nothing more than to be all yours matthew rempe.” you reply as he pulls you to his chest.

“my babygirl.” he whispers, running soft fingers through your hair as you fight the urge to drift off to sleep again.

“would you be open to doing last night again?” you ask after some moments of silence.

“oh fuck yes.” he replies and the two of you giggle, spending the rest of the day wrapped up in each other.

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