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hhughes · 17 hours

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♯ 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ◞ 𝑬𝑷⁴⁰

✰ pairing ⤫ fem!reader x elias pettersson

✰ synopsis ⤫ in which Petey comes home to you after a long road trip

✰ content ⤫ language, p in v, smut, degrading language? I think that's it, feel free to correct me if it's not.

✰ 💭 ⤫ this started off very sweet and domestic and I got a little carried away...I apologise. very little swedish used because I don't speak swedish and google translator always sucks. I loved writing for Petey, he's such an underrated king and I hope you like it as well <3

He lets out a big sigh as exhaustion settles into his bones. It’s the type of exhaustion that no matter the amount of sleep he got on the plane, won’t be sated until he gets into his own bed, with you.

He always tells you to go to bed but you never listen, always opting to wait up for him instead and he couldn’t be happier that you did because although he has to wake you up, it means he doesn’t have to wait a minute longer to see you.

“Älskling,” he whispers softly, gently brushing some hair away from your face as your eyes flutter open.

“Lias…You’re home?” you ask groggily, a little disoriented and Elias takes a seat next to you as you sit up, pulling you into his side.

“I’m home baby,” he confirms, kissing your temple.

Both of you sit there for a few minutes, not saying anything, simply enjoying being in one another’s company for the first time in a few days.

“I put your towel in the drier, so it’s warm when you get out of the shower. I washed the sheets so the bed needs to be made, so I’m gonna do that while you take a shower and I’ll meet you in bed?” you ask and Elias’ heart grows twice the size with pure love for you.

Just like he knows you’ll be up before him tomorrow, while he sleeps in. Making him breakfast, and throwing his laundry in the wash so that he doesn’t have to worry about it.

“I’ll be quick,” he assures you, his voice a bit thick by his sudden overwhelming thoughts of love for you.

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After his shower Elias joins you in bed, pulling you close. You turn around to look up at him, running your hands over his cheek and pulling him closer to attach your lips. A few kisses later, Elias is sitting up against the headboard, your legs on either side of his hips as you straddle him.

“I missed you,” Elias groans, head falling back as his hands squeezing your ass, pressing your clothed cores together.

“I missed you more,” you mumble against his neck, where your kisses had already begun leaving marks on his pale skin.

Elias puts both hands on your waist lifting you up to stand on your knees as he pulls down your shorts. You help him by removing your shirt, kicking your pants of the bed and his eyes naturally fall to your breasts, buds hardening in the cold. He wraps both arms around you and pulls you closer, his face level with your chest, pressing kisses there.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs

“Elias, please. I’ve already waited long enough, please don’t make me wait any longer,” you whine and he grins up at you. Both of you aware who’s really controlling the situation despite you hovering above him.

“You’re always so desperate baby, huh? Is that what being away from me does to you? Turns you into a needy little slut?” he asks, tongue circling your nipple, his hand playing with the other one.

“Please” is your only response and Elias gives in, pushing you back a bit to remove his boxers, his only article of clothing and pulling you closer again, his hand wrapped around his dick, lining it up with your entrance.

“Only cause you asked so nicely,” he says, gripping your hips tightly as you sink down onto him. There was nothing like those first few seconds of being inside you. Elias was convinced nothing would ever compare. He wondered if lifting the Stanley Cup would bring him as much euphoria as you.

Your hands grip the headboard behind his head, causing you to bend forward, practically shoving your breasts in his face, not that he was complaining. The change in angle causing both of you to moan when he enters you again.

“Fuck baby, you always feel so good,” he groans against your skin, his hand trailing between your legs and thumb lazily rubbing circles across your clit.

“Lias,” you moan, your hands moving from the headboard to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, leaving marks behind, just how he likes it. Your hips still, legs getting tired and unable to do much else but feel pleasure as Elias continues to rub your clit.

“That’s not nice baby, I just got home from a four game road trip and you’re making me do all the work,” he says, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling it, causing you to arch your back. His other hand lands on your ass with an audible smack when you don’t answer.

You can’t do anything but take it, like a little toy for him to use. The thought sends you over the edge, causing you to clench around him and he finishes inside you.

You both sit there for a few minutes, Elias still inside you. Just being close and savoring the moment waiting for your heart rates to go down.

“I love you,” he says softly, kissing you gently.

“I love you too. Welcome home.” you whisper, kissing his chest and tucking your face in his neck while his hands rub up and down your back.

He hates going on long roadies, but he loves coming home. Warm towels. Cookies. Fresh sheets. And you.

#── ❛ 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 ✗ EP40 #elias pettersson x reader #elias pettersson x yn #elias pettersson fic #elias pettersson blurb #elias pettersson fluff #elias pettersson smut

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bedsyandco · 7 months

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Home ☆ Elias Pettersson

summary: In which Petey comes home to you after a long Road Trip

note: this started off very sweet and domestic and I got a little carried away...I apologise. Very little swedish used because I don't speak swedish and google translator always sucks. I loved writing for Petey, he's such an underrated king and I hope you like it as well <3

warnings: language, p in v, smut, degrading language? I think that's it, feel free to correct me if it's not.

requested: yes

wc: 1.1K

Elias steps through the door of your shared apartment, dropping his bags at the door with a thud and removing his shoes. He knows you’re going to scold him for leaving his stuff there but right now he can’t find it in himself to care if it means he gets to see you a little sooner. He lets out a big sigh as exhaustion settles into his bones. It’s the type of exhaustion that no matter the amount of sleep he got on the plane, won’t be sated until he gets into his own bed, with you.

He makes his way into the living room, where he finds you curled up on the couch with some movie softly playing in the background. His lips curl up when he hears soft snores from you, indicating you were asleep. He always tells you to go to bed but you never listen, always opting to wait up for him instead and he couldn’t be happier that you did because although he has to wake you up, it means he doesn’t have to wait a minute longer to see you.

“Älskling,” he whispers softly, gently brushing some hair away from your face as your eyes flutter open.

“Lias…You’re home?” you ask groggily, a little disoriented and Elias takes a seat next to you as you sit up, pulling you into his side.

“I’m home baby,” he confirms, kissing your temple.

Both of you sit there for a few minutes, not saying anything, simply enjoying being in one another’s company for the first time in a few days.

You put his towel in the drier so it would be extra warm. You washed the sheets because you know he likes the feeling of clean sheets after a long road trip. He knows by the faint smell of ginger in the air, there’s a container of freshly baked cookies waiting for him on the kitchen counter, just like there is every time he comes home. Just like he knows you’ll be up before him tomorrow, while he sleeps in. Making him breakfast, and throwing his laundry in the wash so that he doesn’t have to worry about it.

“I’ll be quick,” he assures you, his voice a bit thick by his sudden overwhelming thoughts of love for you.

“I missed you,” Elias groans, head falling back as his hands squeezing your ass, pressing your clothed cores together.

“I missed you more,” you mumble against his neck, where your kisses had already begun leaving marks on his pale skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs

“Fuck baby, you always feel so good,” he groans against your skin, his hand trailing between your legs and thumb lazily rubbing circles across your clit.

“Can’t even be bothered to answer? Too cockdrunk to even think aren’t you sweetheart?” he asks, not giving you time to try and formulate a response before both his hands slide to your hips, lifting you up and down in time with his thrusts. You can’t do anything but take it, like a little toy for him to use. The thought sends you over the edge, causing you to clench around him and he finishes inside you.

You both sit there for a few minutes, Elias still inside you. Just being close and savoring the moment waiting for your heart rates to go down.

“I love you,” he says softly, kissing you gently.

“I love you too. Welcome home.” you whisper, kissing his chest and tucking your face in his neck while his hands rub up and down your back.

He hates going on long roadies, but he loves coming home. Warm towels. Cookies. Fresh sheets. And you.

#elias pettersson x reader #elias pettersson smut #elias pettersson fic

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sunkissed-zegras · 3 months

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🍯 “eyes on me” with quinn hughes

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 | qh⁴³

♡ ─ word count | 266

♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at your own discretion. oral (fem. receiving) but nothin else

♡ ─ ev's notes | i will say this til the day i die, QUINN IS A LEVEL 100 MUNCHHHH.

Quinn ran his tongue on your cunt slowly, watching your every reaction. Your legs were held open by Quinn as he delved his tongue on your pussy, making them shaking. Your whole body felt weak from his tongue, causing quiet whimpers to fall from your bruised lips.

Your eyes were blown out with desire as you watched him slowly lick up and down your cunt, your hand pulling on his hair as he began to go quicker. His eyes were locked on you as he kept his speed steady, your whole body putty in his hands.

"Fuck, Quinn. I wanna cum, please." You were begging him to go even a little faster, to make you cum. As Quinn gazed up at you, he couldn't deny you - you looked so fucking pretty with your legs spread just for him as he devoured you.

He obliged, his tongue going up and down your clit quicker as you gripped his head to compose yourself. "Fuck, Quinny." You cried out as your head fell back in the pillow, your eyes shutting.

"Eyes on me, pretty girl." Quinn mumbled, sending vibrations through your entire body. You forced yourself to watch Quinn and his tongue started sucking on your clit, causing your eyes to roll back. The pressure in your stomach became tighter and tighter as he kept up his quick pace, your whole body shaking.

You came all over his mouth, crying out as you pulled on his hair. Your legs shook harshly but Quinn didn't budge, he kept his tongue on your clit as he rode you through your high.

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huggybearhughes43 · 2 months

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Could you please write a threesome smut with Elias and Quinn? I was thinking reader works for the team and they always flirt and tease her but one of them is super sweet about it complimenting her like saying how they like her skirt while touching the bottom of it and kind of brushing her leg in the process while the other boy is more dirty talk and lingering touches like maybe she’ll be in her office leaning over her desk doing something and he’ll come up behind her and lean over her with the excuse of wanting to see what she was working on while touching her waist. I hope that makes sense lol.

I just want one to be the more rough and dirty talking type then the other to be more of a sweet talker and is gentle.

“I did come in here to do something”

Quinn Hughes (x) Fem! Reader (x) Elias Petterson

Warnings- smut, office sex, threesome, unprotected, oral (fem receiving), fingering, PinV, anal (I’m sorry I couldn’t help it), pet names (baby, baby girl, pretty girl, slut, whore), Mean! Quinn + Soft! Elias, cream pie, squirting, I think that’s it

Summary- in the request

Word count- 1.8k

The familiar voices fill my ears as I walk into work like any other day. I’m the social media manager, filtering through photos to post and sometimes take ones of my own. Today was a normal day, the boys on the ice practicing. I slowly make my way towards the walls of the ice. I pull out my camera and start taking pictures of anything and everything.

This went on for a while until I decided I had enough pictures. I bend down, without realization my skirt rises a little too far as I grab my bag. I make my way into my office to look through my photos. I sat in silence for about fifteen minutes in my office until my door opened. My eyes flicker from my computer screen up to the door.

My eyebrows furrow at the sight of the captain and one of his alternates. “Aren’t you two supposed to be practicing?” I ask innocently. Elias’ face heats up as he eyes dart to anywhere but me, Quinn’s eyes stayed glued to mine. “Coach gave us permission to work with you for the rest of practice.” Quinn stated. The two boys were already out of their practice wear, both of them sporting sweatpants, Quinn wearing a Canucks hoodie while Elias wore his old lakers hoodie.

I shrug and stand up, fixing my skirt to be presentable as I fix some paper on my desk. “Is there any way you two can file through the report papers? The league needs them back in a month and I’m really behind on them.” I ask politely and hold the stack of papers out. Elias nods with a smile and takes them with a small, “of course”. Elias makes his way to a chair off to the side of the room while Quinn stays put. I give him a slight confused look but I brush it off. A paper catches my eye and I realize I had left a report on my desk. Briskly, I bend over the front of the desk to grab it. As I was about to stand back up I feel a warm body press up behind me.

My head turns and my eyes meet with the Captain. I clear my throat, “what’re you doing Quinn?”. He offers a soft smile as he pulls at my skirt. “This was rising” he gives my soft pat to the back of my thigh then stepped away. I try to avert my attention back to my work but I can’t help but notice the rising tent in his pants. I gulp and force myself to tear away my gaze from him. I walk towards Elias to give him the stray paper. I smile softly as I hand it to him.

He looks up at me, his cheeks flushing pink. “Thank you” he look as if he was pushing away the urge to do something as he spoke. Elias places one of his rough hands on the hem of my blue skirt. “I really like the color on you, y’know? You should wear it more.” His hand brushes my thigh as he drops his hand back down to his lap. “Thank you, Eli.” I take a deep breath as I sit back down at my desk. My office suddenly seemed cramped as Quinn fidgeted with things on my desk and Elias constantly stole glances.

I take a deep breath, trying to distract myself for Quinn’s clicking at a pen. I snap my eyes up to him. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” Quinn puts the pen down, keeping his eyes on mine. “I did come in here to do something.” A quiet scoff could be heard from behind him, Elias rolling his eyes at Quinn’s comment. Without realizing what he meant I spoke back to him, “then do it.”

Quinn fell silent, as if thinking. I stood up with a shake of my head before walking around the desk with the mindset to fix the pens that Quinn had been messing with. Before I could touch the pens, Quinn puts his hands on either side of me, trapping me against the desk. “What’re you doing?” I scoff. Quinn smirks “what you told me to do.” I begin to respond but is cut off my Quinn forcing his lips against mine. Instead of pulling away I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

As Quinn feverishly kissed me, I heard a soft click and footsteps walking towards us. Quinn had me stuck in place, even if I wanted to look over I couldn’t. Soft hands slotted themselves onto my waist. Quinn took a soft step back, pulling me with him. Quinn’s hands were soon replaced by Elias’s as the boy finds himself a place behind me. “Doing so good, pretty girl.” Elias whispers in my ear before moving down to place soft kisses on my jaw as well as my neck. Quinn’s hands wander down to my thighs, without a single word being said, he lifts me up with little to no effort.

I now have my legs wrapped around Quinn’s waist and my back pressed against Elias’s chest. I pull away from Quinn, attempting to catch my breath. My skirt was bunched around my waist from the way I was being held, my black Lacey panties being on full display for the boys. “Dirty fucking slut.” Quinn growled as he nipped harshly at my jaw, “almost like you knew we were gonna have our way with you tonight.” “You look so pretty baby, all for us.” The contrast between the two boys words would’ve made me laugh if I wasn’t a moaning mess between them.

“You think she can take us both?” Quinn asks Elias as if I’m not here to answer. “What do you think, baby?” My breath hitches at the question but I nod slowly. “Just… just go slowly”. Elias snakes his hand around my waist and pulls my panties to the side. A mischievous smirk falls onto Quinn’s lips, “Hold her up f’me”. Elias does as Quinn asks, hooking his hands under my thighs to hold me up, my legs still spread for the boys.

With his eyes still connected to mine, Quinn drops to his knees. Without a single warning he stuffs his face in between my legs. I gasp and arch my back against Elias. “Quinn! Fuck-“ I moan deeply at the feeling of Quinn’s teeth softly tugging at my clit, his tongue soon following flatly. Elias presses soft kisses along my jaw, his thumbs rubbing circles where he was holding me on my thighs. Quinn smirks against my cunt, bringing his hand up to stuff two fingers into my puffiness. “Fuck!” I gasp and reach down to tug at Quinn’s curls. The sensation of his tongue, fingers, along with his beard against my pussy had me on the edge of cumming in seconds.

As quick as he had gotten there, he was gone. I pry my eyes open at the loss of contact. “Wha-“ my words die at the sight of Quinn tugging down his sweatpants along with his boxers. His hard cock springs out, he gnaws at his lips before spitting in hands and coating his cock with the saliva. Elias feels my breath hitch at the view, causing him to laugh. Quinn takes me back into his hands, hoisting me up to line his cock up with my cunt. He looks up at me, giving me a chance to back out but instead I nod. He smirks and pulls me down onto him. I gasp and jerk up to wrap my arms around his body to stable myself.

Quinn kept me there for a moment for me to adjust. Just as I was about to move I feel something slick prod at my ass. I gasp and bite onto Quinn’s shoulder, causing Quinn to let out a quiet moan. “You’ve got it baby, I’ll go real slow for you, okay?” I nod hesitantly. Elias pushes his tip in, making me moan out in pain. I gasp behind me to hold onto his arm. “I know baby girl, just tell me when I can move and I will.” I wait for a moment then nod. “You can move…” he gently wraps his arms around my waist, holding me tightly as he pushed all the way in. I whine and lay my head back onto his shoulder.

“What a fucking whore for us” Quinn laughs, “just for us.” He smirks down at me before retracting his hips and slamming back into me. “Quinn!” I moan out as I pinch my eyes shut. “Come on dude, don’t hurt her.” Elias protests from behind me. “Fine, then you set the pace.” Quinn suggests and Elias nods. Elias moves his hands to slot on my waist before lifting me up and then back down onto both of them. “Doing so so good for us baby.” Elias praises in soft whispers at my ear. Quinn slots his calloused thumb onto my clit, making me arch my back.

“M’gonna cum…” I warn them. The two boys share a look. Elias continues his pace, lifting me up and pulling me back down with what seemed to be no effort. Quinn continued to rub circles on my clit. I cry out as my tummy tightens and I cum all over Quinn’s dick. They don’t stop their motions as I gasp, tears pricking at my eyes. “Come on, y/n… you’ve got one more in you- cum with us. Hm? Want me to cum in you? Want him to cum in your tight little ass?” Quinn chants as his dick twitches inside me. With just his words I was already close to a second orgasm.

“I’m right here with you, baby” Elias reassures from behind me. “Me too, fuck.” Quinn groans. Elias is first, filling my ass up with his warm cum. The feeling of Elias filling me up forced me into my second orgasm, this time squirting over the bottom of Quinn’s hoodie and his dick. Quinn moans out, holding his piercing grasp on my thighs as he fills cunt up. “Oh.. fuck-“ I gasp, making the boy smirk as they both pull out. They stand me up straight, fixing my panties for an attempt to hold their cum in, not wanting it to drip down my legs. Elias softly fixes my skirt then my hair.

Elias presses one last kiss to my shoulder whispering, “did so good for us.”. Quinn tucks a hair behind my ear, “you’re so fucking perfect.”. With the three of us now looking presentable be get back to work, both of the boy’s silently working on the reports with stupid smiles on their faces as I fix to continue filtering through the photos like nothing happened.

#smut #hockey smut #nhl #umich hockey #vancouver canucks #canucks hockey #quinn hughes #quinn hughes smut #elias pettersson

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bunbunbl0gs · 3 months

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NHL

Spending summer at the lake house 👙🌞☀️🍉

Skating date with Luke

Luke dating a girly girl

Going to watch Quinn play hockey 🏒💙

Watching Jack play 🏒🖤

Going to Luke hockey game 🏒

Baby moon at lake house ☀️🌊

Quinn dating a girly girl 🎀💕

luke dating a rock star

Quinn dating a rock star 🎶

Jack dating a rock star ❗️🎶❤️‍🔥

Baking with Quinn

Jack dating a pop star ❤️‍🔥🎶

Luke being a pop star bf 🎶🖤

Pop star gf

Jack dating a tomboy ❗️❗️

Luke dating a Tom boy 🖤❗️

Quinn dating a nascar driver 🏎️❤️‍🔥

Wedding day with Jack 💍🤍

Summer with Dawson

Ski trip with Dawson 🎿⛷️

Dawson dating an ice hockey player

Luke dating a law student 📚📖🎓

Quinn dating a royal princess 👑 💓

Jack dating a princess

Luke dating a princess 🎀💕👑

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hockeygirl101 · 8 days

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I cried 😕

They played so hard tonight, I’m so proud of how far this team has come this year, I was outstanding.

All them had such an amazing season, but I’m so freaking proud of Quinn, he did amazing and he’s an amazing captain. Next year we’ll come back stronger!!!!

Also hope Brock is doing okay and makes a full recovery!!!

#quinn hughes #brock boeser #jt miller #elias pettersson #vancouver canucks #so freaking proud #hughes brothers #umich hockey #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes smut

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puck-bunny-for-all · 12 days

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I want to do either a pregnancy announcement (they've had the baby but its one of them posting all the pics from the pregnancy)or a boat day edit so leave some suggestions of players below :)

I was thinking one of the hughes bros or something idk

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oleksiak-pettersson · 1 year

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Hey Now, You're An All-Star! - Elias Pettersson

A/N: My mans won hardest shot. and I'm proud.

Summary: Elias brought you to the All-Star game and you're proud of your man.

Word count: 3.1k

The weight of another human in your arms is easily forgotten as you stare down at the ice. They’ve painted it especially for the event and the colours are hypnotizing. It’s a welcome distraction from the hurt your heart has been trying to ignore.

A tiny hand pats your face and your attention is brought back to the youngest Horvat snuggled into your side. Holly smiles fondly at you from where she holds Gunnar on the boards. He looks so different with an Islanders jersey donning his little frame. You have to will yourself to not tear up by pressing a kiss to Tulsa’s forehead. The little girl giggles as she nuzzles her head into your neck.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Holly teases, a jovial smirk on her face. Her eyesight leaves the ice briefly to assess your body language.

Her gaze is intimidating, and you focus on swaying back and forth with the little girl on your hip. You push down all your big emotions, smiling sadly.

“I’m going to miss you guys so much,” You utter, voice breaking slightly as your sentence ends. You sniffle a little before reaching your free hand out to stroke Gunnar’s back. “Whose babies I am going to cuddle?”

Holly laughs with her whole body, she loves you and how much you love her kids. “You could always have your own.” She smiles knowingly, leaning over to bump her hip against yours.

You chuckle at her suggestion. Her eyebrows shoot up and she wiggles them suggestively. “We’re not quite ready for that yet.”

“I know,” she replies, watching as Bo approaches the boards and waves at the kids. He gestures for you both to move towards the bench. You do so easily, a staff member of the arena guides you to the bench. “The Millers have children you could snuggle.”

Holly laughs at the slight grimace that dons your face. Bo is grabbing Gunnar and drawing your attention to the duo.

“Hello, ärlig, come here often?” a familiar voice drawls out from beside you. Tulsa squeaks at the sight of her favourite uncle.

“Not very often,” a sly smirk finds its way onto your face as your eyes meet cerulean ones. “In fact, I’m only here because my super hot fiance is competing in some sort of hockey competition. You may know him, he’s the star centre of the Vancouver Canucks. He’s about 6’2’, blonde, blue eyed. Some people describe him as a lanky noodle but I think he’s all kinds of sexy.” You lean in closer as you describe him, lacing your voice with desire.

“Really you two? In front of my children?” Bo laughs, maneuvering Gunnar back over the boards to Holly. He skates over and hold his hand out expectantly, you hand him over the cooing girl who looks confused as she leaves your arms. She’d been so close to her favourite uncle she’d had a fist full of his jersey in her tiny little palm.

Elias chuckles, a broad smile on his face and dimples popping out as he turns back to you. He leans his upper body on the board, face close to yours. Bo and Holly take this as their cue to distract the children while you lean towards your fiance.

“This fiance of yours sounds hot.” Elias’ smile is replaced by a coy look. You’ve significantly boosted his ego by describing him the way you did. The blood in his body is trying to rush places really inconvenient at the moment and he’s trying to picture the least sexy things he could possibly think of.

“Oh he is,” you bite your lower lip as you pause dramatically. “In fact, you should see this really sexy face he makes as he’s about to-”

“Hey Petey, your event is up next.” A voice down the bench hollers.

A sigh escapes both of you. You pout a little as Elias leans in and presses a quick kiss to your lips.

“Good luck, all-star. Love you.” You pull him in for a deeper kiss before he really has to go.

Elias looks flushed as he joins his fellow hardest shot competitors at centre ice. Holly brings both kids back over to you as Bo takes a knee on the ice.

“You two disgust me,” Holly teases, the look on her face making you giggle. Tulsa reaches out for you and you happily accept the little girl back into your arms.

You pointedly roll your eyes at the mom’s comment. Choosing to ignore it you focus on the ice, Elias is competing against four other talented players. You’re uncertain whether or not he’ll win but given the last time he competed, you know he’s going to give it his all.

You watch him laugh with Rasmus Dahlin, the sound of Al Murdoch announcing the rules and participants going in one ear and out the other.

“And finally, of the Vancouver Canucks, Elias Pettersson!” Al Murdoch’s voice booms over the PA.

Gunnar starts to jump up and down and cheer. Tulsa turns and looks at you a little confused by her brother’s actions. You jump her up and down on your hip. She smiles widley and claps her hands.

“Say ‘Go Uncle Petey Go!’” You say, baby voice fully activated. Gunnar repeats your cheer causing you and Holly to laugh. Tulsa’s head whips over to find Elias, squealing when she sees him.

He’s the last to participate in the event. As he skates to the blue line, Elias looks over at you. He blows you a kiss and you catch it, miming holding it against your heart. The other women on the bench and even some of the players ‘oh’ and ‘ah’ audibly. You feel a little bashful at the attention.

Elias gets into position, eagerly awaiting the sound of the whistle so he could hit the puck into the net. As the sound echoes through the rink, he takes off. You close your eyes briefly, savouring the sound of his skates meeting the eyes. You open your eyes again quickly as his stick makes contact with the puck.

It’s a blur as the small chunk of rubber goes flying into the net. There’s a roar from the crowd and you cheer with the kids. Tulsa squeals excitedly as Elias skates by the bench quickly, high-fiving Gunnar as he passes.

“Did you see that momma?” Gunnar asks excitedly, eyes wide with the kind of wonder only a child can possess.

Holly turns to entertain the little boy’s excitement as Elias gets ready to shoot one more time. Holly moves to take Tulsa from your hip, the little girl whines when she leaves your warmth. It’s as if Holly can feel you holding your breath.

Your heart is beating a million miles an hour and you can’t take your eyes off of #40. The whistle echoes through the arena one more time and the arena goes almost dead silent in anticipation.

Elias moves in one swift motion, it’s incredible to watch. He’s poised and precise as his shot leaves his stick. A breath leaves your body, one you didn’t know you were holding. Your eyes are focused on him and him alone as the arena erupts into the loudest it’s been all night. There’s a voice over the speaker announcing Elias’s winning shot, but you can’t seem to focus on anything else but him.

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The All-Star Weekend is like any other game night. Elias stays back afterwards to do media and other things hockey players do post-game. To be honest, you’re not entirely sure what it entails as you’ve never asked.

It does however, give you the perfect amount of time to get ready in the dainty little piece you’d packed in your suitcase as a surprise for your fiance. He deserved a little treat for his performance tonight. And after the day spent with Holly and her babies, you wouldn’t mind getting a little baby-making practice in before the wedding.

Elias was going to lose it when he found you perched on your shared hotel room bed. You’d turned on your sensual playlist and it was playing over the little bluetooth speaker Elias always kept in his bag. You’re humming along when the sound of footsteps approach your door.

There’s the click of the keycard scanner before the door swings open. You scramble to sit up so he’s met with the sight of your body when he enters.

“Hello älskling,” Elias announces, placing his day bag on the table by the entrance. He has yet to look up at you from where he slips his shoes up.

“Hey all-star,” you reply, stretching your legs out in an attempt to bring his gaze to you.

He finally looks up and his jaw drops. Elias’s mind goes instantly blank and all he can think about is the way the detailing really accentuated on your skin. This time, he doesn’t even bother with trying to redirect the blood in his body.

Elias stands still for a solid moment before he can even process. His wonder makes your heart warm, and you push yourself up off the bed. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his body flush against your own.

He melts into your embrace, arms wrapping around your waist. A cheeky hand sneaks down to grasp a butt cheek. You squeal, face burying into his neck. He lets out a hearty chuckle, living in this moment. Elias’s head tilts until his nose is pressed into your hair.

“You were great tonight, E,” you whisper, lips tracing his neck. You can feel his pulse in the junction of his neck. His breath hitches as you begin to to suck at this point.

You pull away as quickly as you embraced him. Elias doesn’t let his look of despair disappear. You’re within reach of him and you grap the bottom of his shirt. Your fingers trace along the skin there.

“Take this off please, all-star,” you mumble, fingers playing with the light dusting of hair just below his navel. His lower lip is trapped between his teeth as he steps back from you to pull his shirt over his head. The offending item gets tossed without a care across the room. Neither of you really pay attention to where it lands.

Elias takes the opportunity to move closer to you, his chest presses against yours. There’s a warm heat that travels between the two of you. His hands find the curve of your hip and his lips press against yours at a break neck pace. You once again wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close to you.

There’s little fabric separating you from him. His pants have an evident bulge, and you snake a hand between the two of you to squeeze it. He huffs out a moan, forehead resting against yours. Elias’s breath comes out in a pant and you can feel it against your face.

Your hand rubs against him, you lips finding home once again on his neck. You know you can’t leave any marks right now, so you settle for running your tongue in a random pattern against his skin.

Elias’ mouth has fallen open and his entire body has curved into your touch. There are little moans slipping from his throat and the sound is making you wet.

You pull away. “Pants off please.”

He obliges, almost tripping over his own foot as he fights his pants off his legs. He mutters inder his breath about ‘stupid long pants in fucking Florida’. It comes as no surprise to you that he wasn’t wearing an underwear, it’s an unusual occurrence for him to do so. Your eyes fall to his perky ass, bouncing as he takes a few steps to the bed.

Elias sits on the edge of the bed, blue eyes drinking you in as you approach him. He looks like he may combust at any moment, his hand reach out to feel the lace adorning your skin. The contact of Elias’ skin on yours sends goosebumps up your spine.

You press your lips against his. His head tilts as his teeth grasp your bottom lip. Your hands rest on his shoulders and your eyes fall shut. When you pull away, his lips chase yours.

There’s an evident pout on his swollen lips. They’re a shade of pink only you get to see. You move off the bed, slipping onto your knees and slotting yourself between his.

“I think my all-star deserves a reward,” you drawl, as your hands run up and down his thighs. He smirks, letting his legs fall open a little further to give you better access.

He’s got one hand supporting himself on the bed, the other reaches out and grasps your chin. His thumb pushes into your mouth and you greet it with your tongue. Your nails dig into the meaty flesh of his thighs. Elias lets out a sharp groan.

“Are you going to be good for daddy? Take his cock like the whore you are?” Elias asks, the sharp look in his eyes darkens them. His voice is husky as you suck his thumb further into your mouth.

He gives no sign of moving his hand to allow you to speak, so you nod your head. He smirks before removing his hand from caressing your face.

You eagerly press a kiss to his thigh, tracing your lips along the nail marks you’ve left in his skin. You’re trying to drag this out as long as you can. Patience is not Elias’s strong suit. As you move your mouth up his thigh and closer to his cock, a genius idea strikes you. You skip over his cock all together, it’s a difficult task as it stands there ready for you, pink tip leaking and veins calling your name.

Instead, you move to his other thigh and begin to suck delicate hickeys into the skin. A hand finds its way to your hair. It’s not there to push you into doing what its owner wants, just resting there to ground Elias at this moment.

Elias’s thigh are pale compared to the rest of him. They’d gone untouched by sunlight for several months now. They’re like fresh canvases waiting for your artistic vision, a mole or two dotting his delicate skin. The muscle underneath your hands and mouth flex as Elias struggles not to push your head where he wants you.

He’s moaning and stuttering your name out like a soft prayer, the sound egging you on as you suck bruise after bruise into his perfect body. Your eyes occasionally fall to his neglected cock, precome leaking from the tip, his balls are heavy and awaiting sweet release.

After you’ve finished your masterpiece, you pull away smirking, eyes looking up expectantly at your fiancé. You push yourself to rest against his knees as he takes in your work of art.

You’ve spelt “all-star” in hickies along the meat of his thigh. He chuckles, eyes softening as his hand on your head moves down to caress your cheek.

“Love you, sötnos,” he mumbles, his face has love written all over it and the look has your insides melting.

It’s a short reprieve from the sensuality of the moment though as you move back to your previous position and lower your head to his cock.

Instead of taking the tip in your mouth as he wants, as he craves right now, you dip your head further to pull his balls into your mouth.

There’s an audible gasp from Elias, it’s punched out between forced breaths.

“Oh fuck, min kärlek,” he cries out, the hand resting on your head tightens in your hair. “Doing so good, so fucking good for daddy.”

You move your tongue around his sack, hands spreading out against the junctions of his thighs. As you let them slip from your mouth, your tongue traces its way back up his length.

Your hand replaces your mouth on his balls, cupping and rolling them. Elias’ leg twitches from under you, a reflex he had no idea could be triggered.

You trace a prominent vein on his cock with your tongue, making your way to his tip. Your eyes go up to inspect the mess you’ve turned him into. Elias is flushed, jaw open. His own eyes are locked on your face. You wink at him and he moans loudly.

Elias’ cock jumps a little as you twist your mouth around him. You pull away quickly, and with a deep breath, you let yourself take him as far as you can. Your tongue guides against him and he finds home in your throat.

“Fuck, gudinna.” Elias’ eyes screw shut, his fists tightening around the duvet below him.

Your hands move to the top of his thighs. Elias throws his head back with a groan. You smirk as well as you can with his cock down your throat. You move back up, allowing his cock to half leave your mouth. You twist your angle and take him back down.

The weight of his cock his welcome against your tongue. The precome is salty in your mouth. It’s a welcome taste though. You’re quick to bob up and down on him.

“Herregud, sluta inte,” he cries. Elias is an absolute mess below you, chest sheen with sweat. He only speaks in Swedish when he’s lost in pleasure and is completely at your mercy.

There’s a trail of saliva falling down his thigh. A dribble connects your mouth to his cock. The shiny spit gives his cock an ethreal appearance as you let it fall from your mouth. Your hand squeezes the base, before jerking upward.

Elias’s body jolts as you move your hand. You can tell he’s close as his balls have tensed up and the string of expletives falling from his mouth have become less coherent. You spit down on his cock, using it as lube to speed up your motions.

The cry that leaves him alerts you to how truly close he is. You’re quick to take him back into your mouth, working his length up and down. His thigh tense below your grip as he cums, salty down your throat.

You give him a moment to catch his breath as you gently remove yourself from him. You crawl onto the bed beside him. He’s fallen backwards onto the duvet, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Elias pulls you down into his side, pressing a kiss to your forehead in between breaths. Your head rests on his shoulder as you watch him come back to reality. His eyes flutter open and shut quickly. His eyelashes catch your eye, they’re thick and full against his cheekbones.

His eyes fly open and he turns to you frantically. “What about you?”

You laugh, hand coming up to stroke his cheek. “No way handsome. You gotta win the All-Star Game before you get the good loving.”

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chickensaladquinn · 1 year

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Quinn and his Chicken Salad pt. 1

There's nothing Quinn Hughes enjoys more than his post-practice chicken salad. He enjoys it so much that his teammates have given him a new nickname: Chicken Salad Quinn.

AN: y'all want a pt 2?

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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I am backk. I use to write like 4 years ago but took a break but I am backkkk inbox is open :-))))

I will be adding a prompt list and a list of who I write for soon :)

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zegrasdrysdale · 5 days

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qh43 headcanons

fluff and smut

warning(s) : smut !

author's note : did i write 80% this while on my break at work ? absolutely (i was bored)

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fluff !!

you and Quinn were just friends at first

you both had crushes on one another for years though

then one summer you were both at the lake house in Michigan after you got an invitation from Jack and one thing led to another and by the time Quinn returned to Canada for the season, he was referring to you as "my girl"

Quinn keeping his captaincy a secret from you until it was officially announced by Vancouver and the NHL

you yelled at him about that

Quinn offered to get a C put on every one of his jerseys that you owned (which admittedly was a lot despite not being together for very long when he got the C)

you got tickets to the first Canucks home game to watch the captain's ceremony where Quinn got his new jersey

you surprise him after the game since he withheld getting the captaincy in the first place

he's a very big fan of kissing his girl. he'll steal kisses whenever he can, but especially when he comes back from a long roadie and you’re at his apartment

his love languages are very much physical touch and quality time. Quinn loves spending time with you and if it ends with cuddles, or a make out session, then he's very happy

you often visit him in Vancouver, most of those visits being surprises

you go to both Hughes Bowls even though Jack was hurt for the second one, and you wear one of your Quinn jerseys to both

you're very close with Luke and Jack and have been since you were all kids

you're also friends with some of the guys on the Canucks as well, notably Elias Pettersson and JT Miller

Quinn invites you to the All Star game in February and you accept. spending a weekend in Toronto with Quinn and Jack doesn’t sound like the worst idea in the world

you spend every summer at the lake house

Quinn gets you a necklace with a ‘Q’ on the chain for your first anniversary. you get him a chain with your name on it in return, and he wears it for every game

you beg him not to cut his hair or shave his beard and mustache after getting eliminated from the playoffs, but he does it anyway

Jack takes all the credit for your entire relationship since he is the one that invited you to the lake house the summer that you and Quinn got together

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

smut / nsfw !!

Quinn has a thing for you riding his thighs. he loves watching you get off using his thighs, and he’ll let you come as many times as you want

you think Quinn’s beard is hot so you never mind a little beard burn when he goes down on you, which is more often than not

he’s a giver. he’ll have you coming all over his tongue as many times as he wants. he’ll go down on you until your entire body shakes

you (not so) accidentally find out about his captain kink that neither of you knew he had. you had read about it somewhere and decided to give it a try one night …

and he made you come so much that you were in tears by the end it the night (oversensitivity is a thing that you wish didn’t exist)

Quinn loves when you use him to come. thighs, face, fingers, cock. it doesn’t matter to him

on the other hand, you completely give yourself to him if he has a bad game or a rough loss. he uses you to get off and blow off some steam, and you will let him

sneaking around the lake house to have sex is a big thing, especially at first. no one knew so the two of you would have to sneak off. then everyone knew so you were a little less discreet about it

there was boat sex on the lake once late at night one summer too. Quinn is not opposed to that happening again, but not when a bunch of people are at the house and notice when the boat is a mess

car sex is a big thing, especially when Quinn picks you up from the airport when he knows you’re coming to visit. he knows a bunch of spots to drive to so the two of you can hook up (he buys a bigger car and puts it to use in more ways than one)

lazy, morning sex !!

quickies !!

Quinn loves holding your hand during sex. he makes sure your fingers are laced together every. single. time.

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sunkissed-zegras · 3 months

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"i'll fill you up to the brim" and "I love the way you look when I'm inside you" with either quinn or luke

𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 | qh⁴³

♡ ─ word count | 327

♡ ─ warnings | NSFW under the cut, read at your own discretion. p in v, mention of cum, praise

♡ ─ ev's notes | i decided to do quinn because no one has been requesting for him :( ALSOOO i didn't use the exact prompt but it's kinda like it, hope you enjoy it nonetheless lmao

"Fuck, sweetheart." Quinn's groan filled the room as he slipped into you slowly, making your entire body shake with pleasure. His voice was rough as he slowly bottomed you out, your cunt clenching around him. The stretch burned but you knew the pain would subside as you got used to his length. You moaned at the feeling of being so full, you could swore you could feel him in your guts.

Quinn's head fell back as he bottomed you out, "Shit. Gonna fill you up, huh sweetheart?"

You nodded quickly as he began to fuck into you, his hands holding down your hips so you couldn't move. As his thrusts grew deeper and faster, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The sound of your moans combined with the sloppy noises in between was music to Quinn's ears as he kept his pace fast and deep, the way you liked it.

One of Quinn's hands clasped your neck in an effort to ground himself as he rammed into your cunt roughly, he didn't wanna cum so quick. But as he felt you clench around his cock, he knew you were close too.

"Love the way you look when I'm inside you, baby. You look so fucking good." Quinn rasped as his mouth attacked your neck, sucking on your pulse point.

"So close, Quinny, so close." You whimpered out as your fingers gripped his hair roughly, your head falling back into the pillow.

"Cum for me, princess. You can do it, come on." Quinn praised as he kept thrusting in and out of you, not slowing down as he felt you clench around him.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" You cried out loudly as you shook, letting the orgasm wash over you. Quinn was close behind you, keeping his pace quick as he felt his own orgasm coming.

"Me too, baby." He finally spilled into you, letting his cum drip outside of your cunt as he pulled out.

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sc0tters · 4 months

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All Star Memories | Brock Boeser & Elias Pettersson

summary: it’s the all star break when you and your boyfriend decide to spice up your relationship, little did you know this would involve his teammate.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (fem & M receiving!), swearing, slight degradation.

word count: 4.60k

authors note: I had to get this out before the regular season games were back and I’m glad I did even if it was by a couple of hours! I think we need to make an entire segment on this account for fics where I write out @fantillisdaylight’s ideas into full smuts, so idea people let’s thank her for this one! I don’t wanna give away too much but I think you guys are going to enjoy this one, even with its different ending.

You knew you were playing a dangerous game.

Elias had been the captor of your heart for the last three years after you moved in with Quinn when you needed a change of scenery. Your older brother had to admit that he was surprised to see you in love with his teammate. But as you made Elias constantly smile till his cheeks hurt, Quinn knew that the Swede was in love too.

Yet one thing your brother never seemed to care for was that another one of his teammates had fallen for you too. Brock let his eyes hover on you for far too long to ever be seen as appropriate especially when you were in a relationship. Elias knew how his teammate felt about you and in all honesty he thought it was cute. There was something about it coupled with the fact that you clearly thought Brock was attractive.

Elias knew that you would never cheat on him but there was always something amusing about how you loved pissing Brock off. On the flight to Toronto you ended up between the two and as Elias fell asleep Brock teased you “you’re just his good little girl arent ya?” He joked letting out a laugh as you furrowed your eyebrows “I so am not!”

The argument continued on and as Brock thought he won, you knew that it was you who would win in the end “you okay älskling?” Elias mumbled as he watched you do your makeup “can you pick Brock last?” Your question made him smirk as his hand ran over your jaw hooking his fingers under your chin.

It made you smile as he was clearly considering it “and why would I do that?” He asked wanting to hear your reasoning “because you love me.” You quipped back making him laugh.

As he leaned down he kissed your lips “I’ll think about it.” What Elias didn’t know was that you had already convinced Jack and Quinn to do the same but instead with them you brought up the fact that they tried to stop you from dating Elias at the beginning. It was your perfect get out of jail free card for anything.

If Ellen were to find out the pure lengths the boys went to trying to stop Elias from going on a date with you. They would all be dead, especially now as your mom adored the love you held for your boyfriend. So it left you with the perfect thing to keep over the boys heads and now was the time that you were cashing it in.

Elias’ sigh brought you back to reality as he squeezed your shoulder “you ever think about him being our third?” His voice was barely over a mumble as he tapped your thigh motioning you to sit on his lap as he sat on your seat.

You forced your thighs together as you thought about it “he’s your teammate E.” You sighed as you shook your head.

Whilst you two had agreed on being open to the idea of a threesome, there was never someone you could find for the two of you. Brock was a logical option as you were both comfortable with him and that was easy to combine with the feelings he clearly had for you.

The boy smiled as he tucked your hair behind your ear “would you do it if he wasn’t?” The Swede pressed soft kisses against the skin of your neck “you know I only want you my love.” You groaned as you tried to get out of his grip “you know that you didn’t answer my question.” Elias squeezed the skin at your hips as he made you squeal.

He loved teasing you like that “I would want him to be our third then.” As you nodded it seemed the universe was set to taunt you as a knock came at the door “Elias you ready bro!” Brock complained as the Swede hadn’t responded to his messages.

Elias laughed as he saw your eyes go wide “yeah y/n is just finishing up.” You weren’t just finishing up, you weren’t even dressed yet “leave her she’s too slow!” You let out a scoff as you sat up “you asshole I’m not deaf!” It was now Brocks turn to laugh as Elias kissed your lips.

His hands were warm on your cheeks “see you later.” He mumbled pecking your lips before he left your room with you running your finger over your lips where his mouth left your smiling.

The draft came and went and before you knew it you were stood with Brock teasing him about what the boys had done “and you thought that Elias was in charge of me.” You laughed as you shook your head leaving Brock confused as he looked at you “is he not?” The blonde looked over you as Quinn and Elias were talking in the distance but the Swede was clearly more focused on the conversation that you were having.

Your lips formed a pout as you turned to see what he was talking about “you wanna know why you were drafted last?” You trailed off finally leaving him to gasp as he nodded figuring out what it was that you had done “well I think Elias over there wanted you to think he was listening to you.” Brocks words made you frown.

What you didn’t know was that as the American motioned to you to come closer to him your boyfriend was making his way over to you both “was told about how bratty you have been all week.” His rough voice made your cheeks turn red.

The pieces of the puzzle quickly found themselves connecting in your brain as your jaw went slack “was not.” You tried to protest as your hands formed fists “don’t lie to him älskling.” Elias clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

You didn’t know where you were meant to look “if I’m so bratty what are you gonna do about it.” You crossed your arms as you smirked thinking that you had beaten him “absolutely nothing.” Elias’ words made your face drop “but Brock here instead will make sure you are given exactly what you deserve.” He mumbled as he kissed the shell of your ear.

It was customary that Elias was physical with you yet Brock felt his mind run wild as he watched you both “he is?” Your thighs pressed together in an attempt to suppress the feelings you felt “only if you want me to.” Brock was quick to shake his head as he placed his hand on yours.

All of the worries that were once in your brain about Brock being a threesome partner for you two seemed to dissipate as you smiled merely sending him a nod. Elias was quick to kiss your head as he dug into his pocket and pulled out your key card before he slotted it into your hand.

You furrowed your eyebrows as Brock laughed “you want to be a good girl and go wait upstairs for us?” Elias tucked your hair behind your ear as they watched the gears turn in your mind “how do you want her?” As the question came to Brock it all but totally knocked the wind from his sails.

The way your eyes scanned his face brought him back to being that nervous boy who couldn’t talk to you without stumbling on his words “‘s up to you Brocky.” You smiled running your fingers over his shirt “on your bed.” The American sounded unsure of himself when he stood there trying to pick up on Elias’ body language.

Elias watched another player walk past you all “what do you want her in?” The Swede whispered to his teammate making the boys cheeks turn red “nothing.” Brock imagined it as his eyes practically undressed you themselves “älskling you hear him?” Elias turned his attention back to you as you nodded.

The boy pecked your lips as he smiled “you go upstairs and we will be there in a few minutes.” It should have been embarrassing the way you sped through there as you headed to the elevator. The teammates couldn’t help but laugh as they watched you send them one final glance before you were off “you sure you’re cool with this?” Brock knew that it was Elias who brought it up to him but the Swede was known for being possessive of you, and rightfully so.

You stared at your reflection in your mirror as you were in nothing but your underwear and heels “you getting cold feet?” You could hear them from outside the door as it reminded you that you were meant to be getting ready for them.

As you reached back to unclip your bra the door opened leaving you looking like a deer in headlights “älskling I had such high hopes for you tonight.” Elias sighed as he clicked his tongue “I’m sorry I-” you were cut off as he kissed your lips.

Brock stared in awe as you were in a black matching set with your black heels “you were meant to be in nothing.” Elias ran his finger over your bra strap “I know but.” You tried to protest but it was clearly no use with the boys “how do we punish her?” The Swede’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

Having all that power it made Brock almost go mad “want her on the bed.” You listened as you sat down and looked at the duo “put your head on the pillows.” Brock motioned to you to shift back as you nodded.

Elias went and sat on the chair that sat to the left of the bed “remember he’s in charge älskling.” The Swede did just enough to remind you that he was still there “god you don’t know how much I’ve been thinking about this.” Brock confessed as he dropped his knees to the bed.

His hands were rough around your ankles as he undid your heels “you have me now.” You whimper as he pushed your legs apart letting him get a full view of your covered soaked cunt “Petey said you been thinking about this?” Brock teased you as he kissed your thighs making sure that each had its fair share of attention before he made any effort to move closer to your core.

All you could do was nod as you bit your lip “wanted it so bad.” Again Elias knew you loved him, but you each had people you that you guys classified as your free cards that you could find attractive and admit it. His were mainly celebrities in the form of models or actresses, yours just so happened to be his teammate who was right in front of you.

Brock smirked as he blew air on your cunt as your body shook “shouldn’t make you wait then?” He joked as you nodded “lift those legs of yours f’me then.” Brock watched your hips push to the air.

He hooked his fingers into your waistband as he slid your panties over your legs before he let them drop to the floor “god.” The American felt his jaw drop as he heard Elias laugh “she’s a pretty fucking girl ain’t she?” The Swede smirked as he had a similar reaction when he first went down on you.

Your cheeks grew warm as you turned your attention to Elias “think you need to get a move on before she keeps on looking at me.” Your boyfriend taunted his teammate “you really are just a needy girl aren’t ya?” Brock let his hand lay flat as he hit your cunt.

You jumped at the feeling as your head turned back to him “Petey she’s fucking soaked.” Brock groaned as he ran his fingers over your clit “she tastes even better.” Elias going down on you and he was going to let Brock know how responsive you were “loves tugging at your hair when you get her at the right spot.” His words made you writhe as you brought your hands to your chest.

The American decided that he wasn’t going to wait any longer as he finally dropped his head between your thighs “fuck!” You groaned feeling his lips latch onto your clit “how good is he baby?” Elias didn’t often refer to you with English pet names but as you sat there all you could do was moan as you turned to see him watching intently from beside you both.

Brock slowed himself down as he found his pace when he slotted his fingers into your cunt. They were arched in an effort to go closer to your g-spot “don’t stop.” You pleaded as you grew used to how different Brock was.

You had Elias who was always pushing you to your limits but he did it by edging you and Brock, on the other hand, was treating you like his last meal as he didn’t know when he’d get this chance with you again. Moans escaped from between your lips as they mixed with your innocent gasps. All of it seemed to only encourage Brock further as he looked up to see you staring at him.

As your cunt clenched around his fingers you felt your legs begin to give out “shift up baby.” Elias’ tone was soft as he towered over you “gonna make me come.” You announced as you pushed your chest up using your grip on Brocks golden locks to help you as his groan sent shivers through your body.

Before you were thrown back against Elias who let your head rest against his lap. The boys looked between each other as Brock looked for the direction he was meant to go with. Yet when Elias shook his head it was you who complained “someone needs to learn that brats don’t get to come.” He squeezed your cheeks between his fingers as you let your lips form a pout.

Brock let his lips leave your clit with a pop “want to start apologising then pretty girl?” Your eyes were hazy as you clearly didn’t have a lot more brain power left in you “he asked you a question.” Elias mumbled as he pinched your nipples over the fabric of your lacy bra.

Your mind was blocked as his fingers rolled your sensitive bud between them “please.” You begged feeling Brock circle his thumb over your clit “think you can do better than that pretty girl.” Brock smiled as he shook his head.

Elias pulled your bra down by its straps letting his hands grip at your tits “want to come so bad.” You whimpered “so so bad.” Tears filled your waterline as your body shook.

The boys laughter taunted you “gonna be a good girl and make a mess f’me then?” Brock asked as you nodded repeatedly “want to be the best girl for you.” The words made both of their cocks strain against their shorts “let go for me then sweet girl.” As the words left the Americans lips he dropped his mouth back to your cunt as he thrusted his fingers into core.

Elias had a different idea as he pinched your jaw forcing you to stare at him “stick your tongue out.” His tone was soft but you knew he was being serious. So all you could do as nod as you listened “such a pretty little slut.” Elias grumbled watching your tongue roll out of your mouth.

Brock took the chance to look up as he watched saliva drop from his teammates mouth and into your own “fuck!” The American groaned as he watched the Swede smirk “keep it in your mouth until he lets you come.” Elias teased your nipples as he punched and tugged at the sensitive buds.

You moaned as your body began to shake “yes sir.” Even as your words were muffled it still went straight to their cocks. Brock continued to lap at your cunt until your thighs wrapped around his head “Brock you’ve got her fucking obsessed with you.” Elias watched the sight in front of him as he was in awe.

It finally came when your cunt burst letting waves of pleasure coarse through your body “look so fucking good like this älskling.” You couldn’t help but clench around Brocks fingers as Elias watched you swallow his spit “let the girl breathe Brock.” The Swede teased as he watched his teammate continue to finger you.

Brock looked up with an apologetic look as he pulled his fingers from your cunt “sorry.” He mumbled letting his lips leave your slit with a pop “c’mere Brocky.” You smiled as you motioned your finger in his direction as you sat up straight.

The look of your orgasm glistening on his chin made you feel wet all over again “think you should thank him for that.” Elias’ words were met with a nod as you took the first move to kiss Brock. The American was quick to melt to your touch as he swore he was dreaming.

Elias clearly had a similar opinion as him as he watched you both with a smile on his face “now you know the deal Boeser.” His voice made you pull away from the American as you turned to your boyfriend with a confused expression “only get her mouth.” Brock reiterated his words making you squirm in the process.

You knew it was stupid but even after all of this time you still adored the fact that Elias craved a certain level of ownership over you. You were his girl, and that was never going to change “this pussy is mine.” Elias smiled as he cupped your cunt making you almost fall into Brocks arms.

The boys were quick to reposition themselves as Elias stood over the bed and Brock was crouched over on his knees “hey pretty girl.” Brock cooed as he ran his fingers over your jaw “hi.” You smiled letting Elias grip at your hips from behind you.

The air that encapsulated the room was tense as Elias dragged his cock through your slit as he watched his precum mix with your wetness. It was like torture to the both of you “still such a needy girl even after her first one.” Brock teased looking like a school boy as he smirked “just loves being fucked like the cock hungry slut that she is.” Elias clicked his tongue as he pushed the head of his cock not your cunt.

He let out a hiss as your walls began to stretch to accommodate his size “don’t be afraid Brock you can fuck her mouth.” The Swede let his cock fully slide into you as he stopped for a moment when he bottomed you out.

The American was quick to fiddle with his belt as he began to pull his pants down letting his cock hit his pelvis “be a good girl and open wide.” He ordered as Elias took the chance to begin fucking you, quickly forcing your mouth open as your jaw grew slack.

Brock took his chance to slide his cock into your mouth as he moaned “ain’t she a good little girl?” Elias let out a grunt as you clenched around his cock at the compliment.

Your tongue swirled around Brocks cock when the boy gripped his hands around your hair forcing it into a makeshift ponytail “you’re such a lucky dude god.” Brock was beyond jealous as you looked up at him through your batted eyelashes.

Elias got the chance to have you everyday and he was no stranger in letting the American know that you were always waiting for him. It Elias had a big game then you would be on your knees in one of his favourite lingeries “you hear that älskling?” Elias taunted as he watched your ass bounce with each thrust that he sent into you.

All you could do was let out a muffled moan as you nodded “he thinks you’re fucking perfect.” Skin slapping against each other echoed on the walls was you didn’t know which side you should have been focusing on “she’s a heavenly from this side too.” It was clear that as Elias picked up the pace of thrusts he wanted to remind his teammate that he was only here because Elias let him be.

Brock nodded as he swore that you hollowing your cheeks out was going to be enough to make him come on the spot “made by the fucking gods.” Both boys hummed in agreement as Elias sent his fingers to your clit sending long moan from your lips.

You felt Brock’s grip around your roots tighten as he tugged at your hair “gonna make me come if you keep making those noises.” The American warned as you felt your cunt clench at the thought of his release.

It seemed that Elias wasn’t too far behind you either as he felt his cock throb “want to be a good girl and taste his come before I make a mess in your pretty pussy?” His accent was accentuated by the last phrases as you began to nod bobbing your head almost nonstop.

The American took it as his green light “don’t stop god.” He gritted out as he body stumbled as his release coated the walls of your mouth practically sucking the life from Brock as he rode out his orgasm “fuck!” The boy groaned sliding his cock out of your mouth before he replaced it with his thumb that collected any of his release that had seeped from between your lips before depositing it back into your mouth.

Your tongue swirled around his finger “you keep squeezing my cock like that and I’m gonna end up with a fucking baby inside of you.” Elias warned as he was painfully close “wanna milk your cock.” You got the words out before you went back to sucking his teammates thumb “do it älskling.” It wasn’t often that he would just let you come like this and you weren’t going to let this opportunity pass you by.

It was quick that your eyes began to roll back into your head as a flurry of incoherent whimpers came from your lips “keep hugging my cock like that.” As his fingers strummer against your clit like it was a guitars strings the coil that built up in your stomach snapped.

Causing your arms to shake as your body grew unstable “fucking so good.” Elias grunted as he finally came letting your release mix with his whilst his cock continued to help you ride through your orgasm. The air in the room came tumbling down as your lips lost Brocks thumb letting a string of your saliva break from your lips as it followed him. And if you were fully cognitive you would have sworn you saw his eyes sparkle as he watched it.

Elias let his cock slide out of your throbbing cunt as he kept his hand around your waist to stop you from collapsing onto the bed “how you feeling älskling?” His voice was soft as he kissed your temple “so good.” Your blasé state made him laugh as he set you on the bed softly.

Brock was fascinated by his friends softer expressions as the boys truly never thought that aftercare would be something that Elias would be so good at “bath, shower or bed?” The three options were all you usually wanted after sex and all of them always had Elias in them “bath.” You nodded reaching for the blanket that was next to you as your skin craved warmth.

It was the way that you and Elias worked so well together that served as a dagger to Brocks heart. He knew you weren’t his but it was having to see you with someone else that suddenly got all too much for him “I should head out.” Brock announced as he reached to pull up his boxers.

A frown found its way onto your lips as you nodded trying to understand his choice “you were good.” Your compliment made a smile form on his lips “you were too pretty girl.” Brock kissed your head as he watched Elias scoop you into his arms “see you tomorrow dude.” The boys sent a look of goodbye to each other and whilst Brock went out your door Elias carried you into the bathroom.

He scanned your face to see if anything was up as you stayed silent “what’s going on in there?” Elias asked as he kissed your cheek “thank you for letting me do that.” You mumbled as your fingers gripped the blanket now craving a warm bath instead.

It made Elias smile as you enjoyed your night “maybe it doesn’t have to be the last time?” He proposed as you nodded, oh if only he knew just how wrong he’d be.

The last few weeks had your heart feeling hurt. When you came back to Vancouver Brock promised that things wouldn’t be weird but after three weeks of him totally avoiding you and trying his best to avoid any activities beyond training and games with Elias. You both began to see how the American was drifting.

Thankfully Quinn didn’t come to any conclusions as he finally thought that Elias had enough of Brock’s long looks in your direction. Elias did his best to help you not feel guilty about what happened as you blamed yourself for him losing his friend. Yet eventually you both came to terms with the fact that there was nothing either of you could do about the radio silence from Brock beyond simply waiting.

It was a cold day in Vancouver as rain had been pouring the entire morning “I’ll be back in a bit!” You called out as you had been looped into a Pilates class with some of the other wags “have fun älskling.” Elias smiled as he pecked your lips before he went back to his phone enjoying the fact that the boys were having a late practice today.

You did your normal routine as you walked down to your car but before you got the chance to unlock your door your phone started going off “what the.” Your eyes went wide seeing Brocks contact appear on your screen.

Before you let the chance pass by you, you answered the call “Brock what the hell has been-” you went to lecture him but was cut off as his grunt echoed in your ear “fuck y/n.” He groaned as he looked down to where his hand wrapped his cock when he picked up his pace.

Silence filled your mouth as you were almost shocked at what was going on “keep thinking back to that day and I wish it was your pussy I fucked instead of your mouth.” Your leggings stuck to your skin as you forced your thighs together almost surprised that he was even admitting this to you.

The sound of his hand hitting his skin was barely audible in the speaker but you still knew what he was doing “god Petey doesn’t deserve you.” You felt dirty feeling so turned on by Brocks actions as you stared at your keychain that had the little E on it.

But before you could say anything more the line went dead leaving you with a decision you knew you shouldn’t be making.

Do you want to send this message to ‘The WAGS 23/24’?

you: hey girls I can’t make it today, something came up.

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