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Knight in Shining Armani - Juraj Slafkovsky
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You don’t smoke, not at all. You honestly don’t think you’ve ever even tried nicotine sober. However, in this very moment, you crave a cigarette, or something, anything, to distract you from the current hell you’re in.
You’ve always enjoyed charity galas with the team. They’re something to look forward to. They’re classy; they support a good cause, have great food, better drinks, and usually decent company. However, sometimes, at these events, you get unlucky, and tonight was one of those particular nights.
You’re seated at a lovely table with a few wives and girlfriends and directly next to a pretty blonde woman you’ve never met. She’s clad in a red dress, her lips painted to match, and she’s eyeing the room like a predator watching her prey.
You have to check yourself as you watch her a bit. You’re not one to throw judgment at someone you don’t know, but something about the way she’s watching the room sets your stomach a bit on edge.
The edge sets a bit deeper when you notice her stare lands on a familiar back, one you know all too well.
“Do you know who he is?” She suddenly asks you. “He’s insanely sexy.”
She points toward the center of the room, and you follow her stare back to your boyfriend. He’s standing tall in the center of the room, clad in an all-black ensemble that fits perfectly in all the correct places. He looks otherworldly as he smiles and throws his head back in laughter at something Arber says. He is absolutely gorgeous, and the fed woman beside you is right; he does look insanely sexy. However, you’re not particularly fond of anyone else in the world thinking that, but you
You must’ve stayed quiet for a bit too long because she raises an eyebrow and leans a bit closer to you, clearly waiting for an answer.
“That’s Juraj.” You finally say.
She hums and repeats his name softly to you, then leans in closer as if she’s going to tell you a secret.
“I came with someone else.” Her eyes dart back to your boyfriend. “But I wouldn’t mind finding myself under him at the end of the night.”
As she finishes her statement, she lets out a laugh, and you feel yourself grip your champagne glass tight. You shouldn’t be mad; you’re incredibly secure in your relationship, but that ugly feeling continues to grow.
“You don’t agree?” She asks.
You realize you’ve been silent, not offering her anything. You’re unsure how to approach this situation, but you also know you should shut it down.
“I do,” you smile toward her. “But he’s taken.”
A brief, annoyed look flashes over the women’s eyes. “By who?”
You throw on your sweetest smile and bat your lashes toward her.
“By me.”
The second that slips out of your mouth, her eyes widen in surprise, and then they shrink a bit, looking you up and down.
(Y/N).” You rip your eyes away from her hard stare and draw your attention toward a wife. “Your boy looks incredible tonight. Arbs said you picked out the suit? Gucci, was it?”
“Armani.” You state, glancing back toward your boyfriend, hoping he hears your telepathic plea to come save you.
A few of the other wives and girlfriends hum, signaling their approval of your masterful suit-picking skills, and you feel a rush of pride swell through you.
“Yes. He certainly looks dashing.” The blonde speaks up again, her eyes dragging up and down your boyfriend’s figure from behind.
You don’t think of yourself as a jealous person, but you’re not stupid. You don’t miss how she looks at the man you’re in love with. You also don’t miss the subtle lip bite in his direction and the slight glare she gives you. You resist the edge to roll your eyes. Instead, you take another sip of your drink and try to focus on any other conversation.
You’ve finally integrated yourself elsewhere when a hand gently taps your shoulder, causing you to jump slightly. You turn quickly to see Juraj’s gorgeous smile and bright eyes beaming down at you.
“Hello, beautiful.” He leans down to your ear, whispering. “Can I steal you away?”
You resist the urge to throw yourself into his arms and demand he take you home. Instead, you smile and nod, excusing yourself from the table with a smile. You begin to be swept away, Juraj's hand gently on your waist, when you throw one last look toward your table. The woman you’ve come to dislike slightly is staring hard, and you give her a slight smirk. You simply can’t help yourself.
Juraj leads you away from the crowd to a small, cozy corner. He quickly traps you between his body and the wall, gently brushing a strand of your hair out of your face.
“Are you having fun?” His eyes are genuinely curious as he asks.
“Yes.” You slightly lie. “But I’d be much happier if we were home in bed.”
He smiles a wide smile and gently brings his head down to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. It’s quick, and when you meet his eyes again, you see they’re filled with nothing but love and adoration.
“Are you tired?” He searches your face. “If you’d like to go to bed, we can leave. I’ve done all the required mingling.
You move your hands up to his lapels, gently smoothing them up and down and then gently patting his firm chest.
“When I said being at home in bed,” you shift your gaze up to his eyes with your best doe-eyed stare. “I didn’t mean actually sleeping.”
You see a million emotions shift through his eyes and face, and within a second, he places his lips on yours again, this time and a little more urgently. Your lips move in sync for a few seconds before he pulls away, grabbing your chin to meet his eyes again.
“Let’s say our goodbyes.” You notice his eyes are a few shades darker. “I’m taking you home.”
He leads you away from your secluded corner, dragging you to say your goodbyes. The farewells are short and sweet, everyone oblivious to how fast Juraj pulls you around. In mere minutes, you’re in the safety of your car, and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, admiring the man beside you. It’s honestly annoying how perfect he is. Even his side profile is envious, and with the passing city lights illuminating him wonderfully, it’s taking everything in you not to jump him.
He must notice this because he drives a little faster and places his hand on your thigh. You are nearly breathless as he gently smooths your skin under his touch, and even though your thoughts are far from pure, you can’t help but let your heart swell with love.
You finally arrive at his apartment, and you run for the elevator, hoping the ride is short. It is, and when you finally make it to his apartment, you almost want to die.
Juraj, however, is nothing but a patient man. As soon as you enter, he drops to his knees and gently taps your heel. You smile the sweet smile and lift your foot, watching in awe as he undoes the tiny buckle, pulls off the shoe, places a small kiss on your leg, and then moves on to the next one.
When he finally finishes your shoes, he gets up, moving you back to your earlier position, trapped between him and the wall. His eyes are blown a bit, and the smell of his cologne makes you more buzzed than any of the change you’ve had tonight.
You finally make your move, pulling off his suit jacket and throwing it far away from you. He smiles and picks you up effortlessly, his hand gently resting on your ass. He gives it a small squeeze as he leads you to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed as you shriek out with laughter.
Juraj is a patient man, but even he has his limits. When he climbs on top of you, watching as you undo his shirt buttons, he’s quick to lean down and begin pressing gentle kisses to your neck. He continues his assault when you finally finish the buttons, tugging his shirt. He pulls it off, and you almost gasp. He truly is sculpted by the gods, and you can’t help but stare.
“Are you too tired, my love?” He asks, knowing the answer.
You shake your head rapidly, pulling him down on top of you.
“Not in the slightest.”
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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“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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I'm A Project Baby *SMUT*
Summary: During the heat of the moment, you both forget about your initial disagreement and focus solely on pleasuring each other.
Warnings: Angry sex, Wall sex, Unprotected sex, Make-up sex, Fem reader, Teasing if you squint, fluff at the end!
Word Count: 2.8k
Little things had been adding up, especially during the busy hockey season. It started on a Friday evening. Juraj had just gotten home from work and you were watching TV. You seemed distracted and didn't respond to his attempts to make conversation. He got annoyed and snapped at you. "Or just don't listen too, that works so well." You listened to his words carefully, your face remained stoic and quiet. You take a deep breath before slowly exhaling from your nose, you then look up at him directly into his eyes, clearing your throat, and speaking, her voice calm but firm as you give the attitude right back at him. "Perhaps I would be more interested in having a conversation if it was actually… you know… stimulating." Rolling his eyes with a scoff. "You know, perhaps I would be willing to put in more of an effort if I wasn't exhausted coming home from work. Maybe you could try to empathize with me, just a little." He started walking over to the shared bedroom, while he talked just so he could change into more comfortable clothes before coming back. "Oh, right, because you're the only one who works," you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "Perhaps you should stop whining and act like a proper adult."
You both started arguing about nothing in particular and even though he knew it was petty, It got heated quickly. You kept going at each other and saying hurtful things that you didn't mean. Things felt really tense and you both started to feel overwhelmed. It was a fight that just kept building up. "You're so stupid, you shouldn't even open your mouth." He spoke as he rolled his eyes and started to walk away again. You took a step forward, blocking the way. "You are not going anywhere. This argument is not finished." You listened to every word, and your smile slowly faded into anger. You clenched your fists, your face becoming hard. You flinched visibly, your teeth clenched together in a grimace. After a moment you looked at Juraj with a cold stare, your heart beating quickly "You take that back."
You caught Juraj off guard. The words hit him like a truck, the look of contempt and anger on your face shook him. He backed away, not willing to take a step forward again. The words you said hit him hard, he regretted calling you stupid, and he regretted that stupid fight. He wanted to say something back but he didn't know what. His mouth was dry and his throat had become tight. He wanted to apologize but he also wanted to walk away, he couldn't bear looking at your face right now - such a strong display of emotions left him speechless. Juraj looks stunned. He stares at you for a moment, unsure what to do. He feels a sudden rush of fear and anger. "You heard me." He clenches his fists, his voice tightening. "I'm not taking anything back." He raised his eyebrows and glanced at you with eyes slightly narrowed, his expression neutral. "I take nothing back. As a matter of fact, I stand behind every single word I have said." He stares at you, eyes narrowing. His body trembles, anger coursing through his veins.
You and Juraj stared hard at each other, neither willing to be the first to back down. The tension hung heavily in the air, both of your breath's coming in short gasps. Your lips pressed together tightly, your eyes narrowing further as you met Juraj's gaze. The anger in his eyes threatened to burn the whole place down. The two felt a sudden rush of anxiety and fear, neither knowing what was going to happen next. As you watched each other with cold intensity. You had never been so angry at him before, and your expression scared him a bit. He looked away, realizing that he had gone too far. "Just leave me alone." his voice was laced with frustration and anger. You walked up to him and grabbed his arm, your tone full of intensity. "Apologize." You squeezed your fingers around his forearm and didn't let go. He stared down at your hand gripped around my arm, his face set into a scowl. "No." He tried to yank his arm free of your grasp, but your grip was tight. He grits his teeth and looked down at you, an air of anger radiating from his whole body. "Why should I apologize? If you want me to apologize, then you should apologize first." He looked away from you, his frustration growing hotter by the second. He can't believe how angry he had become. All of this over a stupid argument.
It started out over nothing. Just a silly argument. Neither of you would back down, and things just escalated. The tension between you rose until it felt like you were drowning in a sea of anger and hurt feelings. You didn't know what to say to smooth things over, and you both felt more hurt with each passing moment. It was like you had dug yourselves into a deep hole, and couldn't climb back out. Your rage increased as his attempt to break free failed. You were not going to let him or this go. He couldn't just walk away from this fight. Your eyes flashed fire before you spoke in a low whisper "You should apologize because you hurt my feelings. I'm willing to forgive you," your eyes narrowed. "But only if you're sorry."
He looked down at the floor, unable to meet your eyes. Something inside him softens, but he's too angry to let it show. This argument has gone on too long, and his anger has only flared up hotter. Why can't either of us just leave the other alone? The thought of walking away again crosses his mind, but knowing he can't let this go. Not yet. He looked back at you, his face softening. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry I hurt your feelings." "I think I need you to prove it." Your eyes burn with intensity as you stare right back at him. You swallowed hard, your breath coming in short gasps. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and your hands shaking by your sides. You wanted to pull away but at the same time didn't want to. The attraction you felt for him was overwhelming and you can't help but want more from him. Your mischievous grin teases the imagination. You watched, your eyes widening with anticipation.
He had let out a chuckle at your response, knowing that you were now fully invested in the little power struggle "Oh really? You want me to grovel for your forgiveness? That's a bit much don't you think?" His voice drops even lower, and he moves closer to you so that you are almost nose to nose "Maybe I should show you just how sorry I am to you." He gave you a wicked grin and licked his lips, teasing you with the idea of what might happen next. Your eyes flared up again with anger, but this time it was mixed with a hint of arousal as well. You felt your heart racing faster than ever before, and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You didn't know why, but you found yourself completely turned on by the situation "Show me how sorry you really are." Your breath was heavy as you spoke, and you couldn't help but lick your lips nervously.
He smirked and nodded, acknowledging the challenge. Feeling desperate to be allowed inside of you now after everything. He reached down and grabbed onto your hips firmly, pulling you close so that your bodies were pressed together tightly. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and dip while maintaining a dominant grip on you. "Alright then, here's how sorry I am." He leaned in and kissed you deeply, taking control of the kiss and showing you who was in charge. As you continue to kiss passionately, he reached around and started massaging your ass cheeks firmly, making sure you can feel every stroke of his fingers digging into your flesh. His tongue eagerly explores every corner of your mouth as he deepens the kiss further. You both can taste the anger and desire mingling together as your tongues dance together in perfect harmony. As the kiss goes on, he can feel your body responding to his touch, becoming more pliant and submissive with each passing moment. "Mmm... There we go, sweetheart... Letting all that anger out makes you taste so damn good..." As he says this, he started to slide his hand down between into your pants and began to massage your clit through your pants.
The combination of the intense kiss and the stimulation on your clit left you unable to think straight. You moaned into the kiss as you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. You couldn't believe you were allowing this to happen when a fight was just happening, but you found yourself unable to resist. "Fuck… Yes…" Juraj heard you saying between gasps for air as you gave into the pleasure of the moment. As the kiss continued, you could feel your heart racing faster than ever before. You could also feel the pressure building up between your thighs as you began to squirm uncontrollably. You knew that you needed relief, and you hoped that Juraj would be able to provide it for you. "Mmm... Look at you all ready for me like this... So fucking perfect..." He continued to kiss you deeply, and his fingers continued to stroke your clit, feeling the heat radiating off of your sensitive skin. He can hear your soft moans and whimpers filling the room, and it only serves to fuel his own desires.
As he pulled back slightly from the kiss, he looked deep into your eyes and spoke with an authoritative tone "Now who's the one begging?" He asked with a smirk on his face, knowing that he had complete control over the moment at this point. "Tell me what you want, sweetheart. Tell me how bad you need my cock right now." You looked at him with a mix of anger and desire in your eyes as you spoke through heavy breaths "Fuck… I need your cock… I need it deep… I need to feel it stretching me… I need to feel it throbbing inside of me…" You said between gasps for air, unable to contain your lust any longer. The thought of being completely under Juraj's control excited you more than anything else you had ever experienced before. "Please… Give me your cock… Make me yours…"
He chuckled at your response, loving the fact that he had brought you to such a vulnerable state. His cock throbs against his pants, eager to be released and buried deep within you. He reached down and undid his belt buckle, quickly pulling down his pants and boxers before stepping out of them completely. His massive erection springs free. He reached down and started undoing the buttons on your pants, working quickly to get them open so that he can reveal your bare pussy beneath. Once they were open, he pushed them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed to him. "There we go... Nice and ready for me." He said with a satisfied grunt as he admired your wet pussy for a moment before pressing you against a wall and positioning himself at her entrance. He slid one finger inside of you slowly, teasing your tight walls with gentle strokes while looking deep into your eyes. "You're so fucking beautiful when you're like this."
He pulled his finger out feeling like he couldn't take anymore and grasped onto the base of his cock, and guided it towards your entrance slowly, savoring every moment of anticipation. "Alright, sweetheart. Here comes my dick. Are you ready for it?" He asked teasingly, watching as you looked up at him with wide eyes filled with both excitement. "Yes… Fuck me… Deep and hard…" You whispered between labored breaths as you watched him position himself. The anticipation of finally feeling his cock fill you up sent shivers down your spine, and you can't help but squirm with impatience. "Yes… Fuck me…" He smiled at the request, and with a slow, deliberate motion he pushed his hips against your dripping entrance, feeling the heat envelop him as he prepared to enter you. He paused for a moment, savoring the sensation of being surrounded by your warmth and slickness before finally pushing inside of you with one swift motion. "There we go... Enjoying the feeling?" He asked rhetorically as he began to thrust into your tight, wet depths. He can feel the tight grip of your inner muscles wrap around him, pulling him deeper into your body with each stroke.
"Make me yours…" You whispered between gasps for air as you looked up at him with an expression of both neediness in your eyes. "Always been mine, love. Always will be." He said as he pushed inside of you with one final thrust, the feeling of you wrapped around his cock like a glove sent a surge of pleasure through his entire body. "Mmm... Fuck... This feels so good..." You let out a loud moan as he continued to push inside of you, feeling his thick length filling you up completely. You gasp for air between labored breaths. Despite everything that has happened between you both, you can't deny the way that his presence seems to bring out a primal desire within you so easily. As he started to move against you, driving himself deeper into you with each thrust, "Yours… All yours… Just take me… Please…" You begged, "Fuck…" You moan loudly, losing yourself in the moment and finding it difficult to maintain any sense of control or resistance.
He let out a low growl as he felt your walls tighten around him, signaling that you were fully embracing the sensations he was providing you with. He can see the pleasure etched onto your face, and it only serves to fuel his own desire. "Mmm... Yours... All mine..." He said with a grunt as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, slamming into you over and over again. He could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, desperate to unload his cum deep within you. He let out a long groan as he felt his orgasm building up inside of him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. "Close... So close..." He said as he increased the speed of his thrusts more, wanting nothing more than to fill you with his cum and mark you as his forever. "Gonna fill that little cunny up until there's no room left for anything else..." He said as he felt the first hot streams of precum dripping from the tip of his cock.
He knew that soon he would be unloading inside of you. "Always yours... Forever..." As you felt the first waves of your orgasm crash over you, you couldn't help but let out a long, drawn-out moan. Your body shook slightly as you rode out the intense pleasure. The thought of being filled with his cum sent shivers down your spine, and you knew that you would never be able to forget this moment. "Cum inside of me… Mark me as yours…" You whispered between gasps for air, arching your back as you rode out the waves of pleasure. "Oh god… I'm cumming…Please…" A wave of satisfaction rushes through him after you're done. His body was still trembling from the rush of adrenalin and emotions. He looked at you, smiling. You're both satisfied and content. Your bodies are still pressed together, your breathing heavy and quick. The intensity of the moment is still there, lingering in the air. He reached and started to caress your cheek, his large hand was soft and gentle. He looked into your eyes and smiled softly before softly whispering. "I'm sorry…for real this time."
You gaze up at him as he caressed your cheek, your eyes softening with pleasure at the touch. You feel a flutter of excitement in your heart and close your eyes, enjoying the sensation even more. As he whispered sorry to you, the intensity of the moment grew warmer. Leaning forward and pressed your lips against his, savoring the moment as you breathed in his scent. The intensity of the moment only grew as your bodies pressed closer together. You inhaled sharply through your nose. Your heartbeat sounded in your ears as you looked at him now more shyly. Your eyes met, and your breath caught in your chest as the intimacy between you was palpable. "I love you."
He nodded lightly as you pressed your lips against his. The intensity and passion between you both fill the empty space, your skin soft and smooth. His heartbeat pulsing loudly in his ears. He looked into your eyes and smiled gently, taking in your beauty. You're not only beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well. "I love you too." He spoke tenderly before leaning in again, kissing you softly. His love for you is undeniable.
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Pretty boy- J. Slafkovsky
Juraj Slafkovsky x fem! Reader
In which Juraj has a hard time accepting compliments so you show him just how pretty he is
Warnings?; smut, oral sex (m receiving), hints to further sexual activity, cursing, kissing, mentions of insecurities, I apologized for any errors I missed!
“So pretty J.” You spoke as you kissed your way down his toned body, lips moving over his sculpted abdomen.
“N-no, m’ not pretty.” He gasped as your teeth nipped at his abs at his words.
“Yes you are, my pretty, pretty boy.” You praised eyes locking with his as you kissed over his happy trail, lips inches from his aching member.
He sucked in a deep breath, body quivering as you moved further down looking at him with nothing but pure hunger and love in your eyes.
His head dropped back as you pulled his boxers down this thick thighs, the thin material coming to hook around his ankles as his cock sprung free.
“Can I show you how pretty you are to me baby?” You asked.
He nodded silently, words stuck in his throat as he admired how gorgeous you looked sat between his spread thighs, his cock inches from your mouth.
You took his thick cock into your hand, pumping him a few times before relaxing your jaw and taking him as deep as you could, a gag echoing throughout the room as hit tip met the back of your throat.
“O-oh fuck.” He whimpered, his hands quickly tangling into your hair.
You ran your tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing along the thick veins that traced along the skin. Bobbing your head you make your way back to his pulsing tip, trailing your tongue around in circles earning you a breathless cry from the brunette above you.
You moaned at the weight of him on your tongue, bobbing up and down you breathed through your nose as you took him deeper then before, his growing moans egging you on.
His large hands tugged on your hair as you moaned around his cock, the vibrations running up his length and through his body.
“Shi-I’m getting close.” He shivered, his thighs begging to shake as you sped up your movements.
You get sloppy then, your hand wrapping at the base of his cock bobbing your head up and down causing his cock to glisten with your spit.
Scraping your teeth against his sensitive skin gets him stuttering, his curses getting caught in his throat as his mouth dropped open in a silent cry.
Moaning as his cum fills your mouth you slow your movements, working him through the rest of his orgasm, basking in the way his thighs shook and abs clenched in pleasure.
Pulling off his drained cock with a ‘pop’ you smirked up at the spent boy, a flush of red covering his pale chest slowly working its way up to his thick neck.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” He spoke breathlessly as you stood to your feet and sat next to him.
“Told you I wanted to show you how pretty you are to me.” You smirked, reaching to tuck a piece of his slightly overgrown hair behind his ear.
“Yeah well now it’s my turn.” He smirked right back, kicking off his boxers before shoving you onto your back and crawling between your spread thighs.
“And I don’t plan on stopping until you’re sobbing.”
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so american - juraj slafkovsky ☆
wc: 1.8k
tw: mentions of sex. fluff? kinda mentions and ED. lmk if there's more!
juraj slafkovsky x reader
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being nineteen living in new york city is a scary thing for any teenager. if you could even still call yourself that, but you got by.
instead of going the route that most of your friends did, attending the university of michigan, joining a sorority, and marrying a retired frat guy; you did the complete opposite.
you skipped college and moved to nyc to be a model. it had been going very well for you, seeing as your face was all over times square and you began to become the newest it girl, and you thankfully made enough to pay for your high rise apartment and live a luxaric life that you've always dreamed about.
so why on earth would you be standing in montreal on a tuesday night?
your boyfriend would be the cause of that. he lived in montreal and a love began to grow for the city seeing as its the place you've fallen in love with him.
is it too soon to say that? im sorry, but it's no doubt love; the feelings you've felt.
he was the most perfect boyfriend, treating you like a princess and you couldn't be happier.
you were currently standing at the airport searching for his tall frame. being a long distance couple is not easy but you two made it work. seeing as during the season he's basically glued to montreal, it was up to you to come and see him in the beautiful city, which is why you were here now.
"im outside gate forty six" his thick accent came through the phone. his accent was something that could turn your face red, in a millisecond.
"no your not. im standing directly under it" you said searching for him.
"turn around" you heard his voice come from behind you.
and behold and beyond there stood your boyfriend, standing there in all his glory smiling ear to ear and your excitement to see him, flooded in.
you squealed so loud and dropped your bag to run up to him and hug him. one thing you liked about juraj was his height and the fact you were still able to be shorter than him being 5'11 and all.
"how was your flight" he said giving you a sweet kiss, before picking up your bags and still managing to hold your hand through the crowd of people.
"it was okay, im a little jet lagged though" you said as you saw his car.
"have you eaten yet?, I made us dinner at home" he said opening your door for you.
he knew you hadn't been eating. you had been so wrapped up in growing your name, this was the first break you had in months and juraj was quick to see that. he really worried for you and you've never had someone other than your parents care like that. if he kept up with all this shit, you were going to marry him.
"no, im sorry" you said looking down, as you got in. you felt bad how much he spent worrying for you and you still not eating anything past nine thirty pm was not going to eaze his worries.
"dont apoligize, i got you know" your heart beated at his words.
"I literally love you juraj slafkovsky" you said as he got into the drivers side.
"you literally?" he teased.
"stop it!' you said smiling. you knew already what he was about to tease you about.
"you are so american pretty"
"HOW?!?"
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you and juraj were at a bar with his teammates and you were feeling tipsy early on to the night. he was wearing a fit that had you in shambles. god he looked handsome. you were sitting on his lap leaning your face into the crook of his neck.
"Y/N!!!" you heard cole yell over the loud music. you lifted your head from jurajs soft neck to see his teammate, happy to see you in montreal.
"hi cole" you giggled at his excitement.
"sing 22 with me. I just put it into the karaoke machine."
"oh my gosh! yes!!" you said standing up from juraj. right away realizing you were way to drunk to stand, and losing balance.
"woah," juraj said grabbing a hold of your hips and helping you stand straight.
"okay, i think its time to head home" he says smiling at her, holding her up.
"but cole-"
"but she-
"we'll see you tomorrow cole" juraj said cutting both cole and his girlfriend off.
"okay then" cole said looking like a kicked puppy and waving goodbye to you.
"what are you trying to take me home so fast for? hmm" you said to your boyfriend seductively grabbing the collar of his shirt.
"to get you in bed pretty" he said walking you out. you blushed right away thinking the other thing and loved how forward he was being right now even though he meant far from that.
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you guys arrive to jurajs apartment and all you wanted was your boyfriend.
he opened the door and you didnt waste time to attach your lips to his and push him against the door. his hands still on holding your hips from walking you in, squeezed your sides as he pulled away.
"what are you doing baby" he said giggling at your forwardness.
"I want you. now." you said to him attaching your lips to his sweet spot on his neck.
you knew his weaknesses and even though it hurt him to push you away, you were drunk.
"we cant pretty, your drunk"
"no im not" you said as he guided you to his room.
"yes you are. come on lets get these cloths off"
"sex time?" you said, face lighting up taking off your top.
"no. sleep time" he said helping you pull your boots off.
you groaned and threw yourself starfish back onto his bed.
"come here" he said pulling you up and putting his hoodie over your frame. he put some boxers on you and reached into his drawer for you that had some makeup wipes as you starred at him.
"im sobering up" you said to him as he wiped your makeup off.
"y/n" he said pointly.
you rolled your eyes as you laid back onto the bed watching him begin to change.
"you look pretty in my cloths" he said smiling at how big his hoodie fit you.
"you think I look pretty in everything" you said rolling your eyes at your boyfriends cheesiness.
"so, you are pretty" he said pulling the covers over the both of you and wrapping his arm around you as you cuddled into him.
you traced a finger over his features, seeing as it always helped him fall asleep.
"your pretty" you whispered to him, giggling.
"im pretty?" he said lightly smiling, eyes still close.
"mhm" you said to him.
"goodnight baby. I love you" he said after a while.
"I love you. goodnight" you answered feeling, restless. how were you supposed to sleep when he's with you? and you loved sleeping. you sucked it up, and decided to make sure to be completely sober for tomorrow.
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you were currently hitting the hottest nyc bars with your best friends, after being dragged out against your will by them and you just wanted to be home in bed. you couldn't believe you used to love going out.
"come on y/n!" your friend yelled over the loud music pulling you along.
you were miserable.
you sat on the booth, when a guy came up to sit next to you.
"hey, im Logan" the man said to you, probably hoping to go home with you tonight.
"y/n" you said uninterested looking around hoping to find somewhere to go off too.
"you like-" he was cutoff by the next song and you couldn't help but think about juraj.
"my boyfriend likes this song!" you said to the guy.
"you have a boyfriend?" he said standing up.
"yeah, it was nice meeting you" you said walking away.
you saw your friend with her newest eye candy and you walked up to them.
"y/n! this is... omg I already forgot. but he said he plays hockey!"
"uhm no, I said I liked it"
"its okay. I know your secret" she said whispering and pushing herself right after.
"what's your favorite team?" you said hoping the conversation would bring up juraj. its like you couldn't go a conversation without talking about him.
"the maple leafs"
you cringed.
"my boyfriend hates that team"
"he a montreal fan or what"' the guy said with his arm still around your best friend.
"no hes a playe-"
"are you talking about juraj again!?!" a voice comes from behind you.
"what do you mean again. I don't talk about him THAT much."
your friends shared a look before they both let out,
"yes you do"
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you were currently at a photoshoot for the cover of times magazine when you got a FaceTime call coming from your boyfriend.
"hi" you said answering.'
"hello, how is the shoot going"
"really good! we're doing the last outfit, and im so happy because im spent" you said exhaustedly.
"dont tire yourself too much" he said seeing her eye bags hiding under the makeup she was wearing.
"I won't, anyways what happened?" you knew he wanted to ask you something because he knew not to interrupt your shoot time.
"my mom wants to know if you would join us for christmas, and im looking at tickets rights now, did you want to join us?" he said with a hopeful look.
you wanted to squeal. he was taking you home to his native land, and for some reason that felt so sacred to you. doesn't this man know that you would go anywhere he goes?
"that sounds like fun, I'd think l'd enjoy that" you said smiling at him. he let out what seemed to be a breath he'd been holding.
"okay, love. im booking our flights right now then. thank you for doing this"
"thank you for inviting me"
"oh! that means you have to spend thanksgiving with my family!" you added.
"okay. is that actually something you guys celebrate?" juraj asked. he thought the holiday was something he saw in movies seeing as they didnt celebrate the holiday, from where he was from .
"obviously! its only the best holiday!!!"
"yeah? what's your favorite thing about it?"
"well I like the food, obviously. I like spending time with everyone and watching the parade in nyc- oh! and the football game is always so much fun to watch, omg! and we have to put on the game for christmas at your families" you said to him.
"that seems..." he said trailing off, smiling at your excitement.
"spit it out slaf" you said, knowing he was about to make fun of you. he hesitated because he didnt know if he wanted to keep teasing you over this.
"so american"
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hi guys! im sorry about the inactivity. I've had so much work and school work but, I will be writing more though, because im currently in the hospital, getting treated for a spider bite... so ill have ALOT of time. send in au thoughts lol.
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hii could I request “do you know you’re pretty?” with juraj slafkovsky?
maybe reader says it to him after a game or something..? thank you so much in advance <3 <3
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You waited for Juraj in the tunnel after their game against the Bruins,they were able to push the game into overtime and bring home the win, the cherry on top was that your boyfriend was the one who scored the winning goal.
You watched the door eagerly until you saw his tall figure walk out,when he locked eyes with you and a great big smile spread across his face. He quickened his pace when he saw you, you smiled at his quicken step’s. His hair was still slightly damp, probably with sweat since he played so hard tonight, he still had the small red line across his forehead from his helmet making you slightly laugh before he dropped his bags on the rink floor in front of you and pulled you into a tight hug.
You giggled as he squeezed you tightly, when he pulled away you took the chance to give him a quick kiss.
“Did you like the game?” he ask his accent quite thick
“Of course I liked the game baby” You smiled holding the side of his head running your thumb across the red line on his forehead
You spaced out looking at your boyfriend in awe, you were so proud of him in this moment
“What” he laughed squeezing your hip to get your attention
“Do you know you're pretty?” You asked
Juraj eyebrows crossed in confusion he laughed in response as well “Sometimes” He joked
“You should know all the time” You smiled “Im very proud of you, you did so well today”
He smiled at your words trying to fight the feeling of blushing away.
“Grab one of your bags, let's go home” You said, grabbing one of his bags and he grabbed the other.
“Good I am starving!!” he groaned out
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﹕─┈ 𝜗 A 𝜚 + Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
I can see Juraj being a little clueless with aftercare at first, not in a bad way, he's just not that experienced. He catches on quick though! He gets you some cold water and offers to get you a snack, he brings a warm rag to clean you up if you're not ready to get out of bed yet. He’ll help you into the bathroom, starting the shower or running you a bath while you use the bathroom. He’ll help you wash up in the shower/bath, whispering praises into your ear.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 B 𝜚 + Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
Juraj's favorite body part of himself is his arms, for many reasons !!! He likes knowing that you're safe in them, that his strong arms can move you around and hold you close. He loves how you hold onto his arm in crowds, He loves the feeling of your fingers digging into his arms as he fucks you.
On you . . . now that is more difficult to answer, he loves everything about you. But if he had to pick he would say your neck. I can see Juraj having a slight obsession with his girlfriend's neck, he loves leaving kisses there or hiding his face in your neck, leaving soft kisses. He loves seeing the necklaces he gets you decorating your neck so prettily. He loves how pretty your neck looks with his hand wrapped around it and the sweet sounds that leave your lips when he squeezes it . . .
﹕─┈ 𝜗 C 𝜚 + Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He prefers cumming inside, but he honestly doesn't mind, whatever you are the most comfortable with. But his favorite is definitely inside, a close second is your boobs. There's just something about the sight of seeing his cum drip out of you or how it looks decorating your boobs. I honestly see juraj having a big breeding kink too tbh.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 D 𝜚 + Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
okay . . . hear me out !!! I see Juraj having an obsession with his girlfriend's panties. Whether it is buying you tons of new pairs, watching you model them off for him, ripping them off of you and promising to buy you more . . . sneakily taking your panties out of the laundry to jerk off with. It's all of the above with him
﹕─┈ 𝜗 E 𝜚 + Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
I don't think Juraj would be too experienced when he started dating you . . . but he knows what he's doing if that makes sense. He's definitely had a lot of firsts with you, the both of you enjoying learning what each other likes.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 F 𝜚 + Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He has two favorites, missionary and cowgirl. He likes missionary because he likes how close the two of you can get, that he can see the pleasure in your face, and it's an easier position for him to have his hand wrapped around your throat. He likes cowgirl because he likes how confident you look on top of him, and how you sound when you beg him to help when your legs start to ache . . . your boobs bouncing in his face is a big factor too !!!
﹕─┈ 𝜗 G 𝜚 + Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I honestly don't see Juraj being goofy during sex, he's pretty serious. Maybe once in a while he’ll make a teasing joke that makes you giggle but he's not really focused on making you laugh. He loves the sound of your laugh, but he’d rather hear your moans instead during sex.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 I 𝜚 + Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Juraj is very intimate with you, very sweet and gentle (only being rough when you want him to be) , always praising you and treating you with so much love and respect. He's so loving and romantic. He always leaves kisses all over your body as he softly caresses it, making sure every inch of your body gets the love and attention it deserves. Holding your hand and kissing your wrists.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 J 𝜚 + Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Juraj only jerks off for a few reasons, when he's away from you for hockey or other reasons, or when you're not in the mood . . . which is rare since you both have a very similar libido. So he only really jerks off when he's away, usually on call with you or looking at some pictures of you.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 K 𝜚 + Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Juraj enjoys choking you, not too hard, just some pressure on your neck. He also loves dirty talk, he can say some of the most filthy things . . . and it drives you crazy with how good he sounds with his accent. Sometimes he cant control himself and will start dirty talking in slovak.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 L 𝜚 + Location (favorite places to do the do)
He hates the idea of someone seeing you or catching you in such a vulnerable position, so it is usually in a private place. In a bed or on a couch . . . but he does have a weakness for you riding him in the backseat of his car. He likes to keep your guy's sex life pretty private, but he's not afraid to slip his hand into your panties under the table, or get you off in a bathroom when there's others around. Just as long as you're quiet ofc . . .
﹕─┈ 𝜗 M 𝜚 + Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You. Your body, the way you look at him, the way you speak, when you kiss, you wearing necklaces that he's bought you. Literally anything that you do. Your the sole reason on why he wants to fuck all the time.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 N 𝜚 + No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
He would never hurt you or degrade you in any way. He likes to slap your ass sometimes, choke you, bite your thighs when he's eating you out. But nothing that would actually hurt you. If you do ever get any bruises he’ll make sure he will kiss them all. And he would never do anything you are uncomfortable with.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 O 𝜚 + Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He's obsessed with giving and I won't be told otherwise !!! LIke if he could he would live between your thighs, he loves the feeling of control it gives him and it makes him feel good knowing that he's making you feel so good, he's also just really obsessed with your taste. He won't stop until you're begging him too as your thighs tremble n shake in overstimulation. The pretty sounds leaving your lips just makes him want to keep going.
Juraj loves watching you give him head, he loves how eager and needy you are to make him feel good. He loves when you look up at him through your eyelashes or how you have to use your hands because you can't handle his full length. The feeling of you digging your fingers into his thighs drives him crazy, and don't get him started on how obsessed he is with hearing you gag and choke on him.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 P 𝜚 + Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It really depends on the mood you two are in. He loves being able to fuck you fast and rough, enjoying the pleasure from the passionate sex, a lot of times that being the mood after a good or bad game, your body covered in hickeys. He loves seeing you fall apart. But he also loves being able to take his time with you, holding you close, whispering praises in your ear, holding your hand. Just really focused on making you feel good.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 Q 𝜚 + Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
You both love them but I see juraj initiating them more !!! Mostly because of your schedules not always matching. Juraj prefers to take his time with you and not rush, but sometimes he can't control himself around you . . . he's quite impatient. A lot of times it's before practices or before games. After he always kisses your forehead and promises to take his time making you feel good later when he gets back.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 R 𝜚 + Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
It really depends on the mood, sometimes he gets a little cocky and likes teasing you in public . . . but he also hates the thought of someone seeing you like that. So he would never take it too far and would never do anything that would actually get the two of you caught. He loves the thrill but would never do something that would make you uncomfortable. He's not afraid of slipping his fingers into your panties, under a table or a blanket or have a little fun in a bathroom. But nothing too risky.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 S 𝜚 + Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Juraj has great stamina, he's an athlete after all. Out of the two of you, you find yourself tiring out before him. He’d never push you too far, but he likes knowing he could fuck you until your legs are shaking and your a moaning and whimpering mess. Sometimes he has to remind himself you can't last as long as he can . . . but he just can't get enough of you.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 T 𝜚 + Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Juraj has gotten you a few toys, buying them for you so could make yourself feel good when he's away. At first he wasn't really happy with the idea of something else making you cum, but then he saw how pretty you looked coming undone with your vibrator . . . his opinion changed after that. Sometimes he’ll use them on you but it's not often, he likes getting you off without help.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 U 𝜚 + Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh he loves teasing you !!! He loves it when you beg for him or the eyes you give him. Oh the way you look at him as you beg him to stop teasing you makes his head spin . . .
﹕─┈ 𝜗 V 𝜚 + Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Oh he's definitely a grunter, and he loves moaning breathily in your ear. He's more louder and whiney when you give him head . . . he's such a headpusher omg. I feel like the more needy he is the louder he gets. He loves the sound of your moans so he would try to keep his quiet so he could hear you better . . . but sometimes he just can't hold them in.
﹕─┈ 𝜗 W 𝜚 + Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
I see Juraj being the dominant one in the bedroom, but I also think he would really like it if you took control once in a while. You would notice how much he liked it before he would, you would surprise him one night by taking control and he would completely fall apart under your touch and gaze. He loves having his hand wrapped around your neck and he definitely wouldn't mind having your hand wrapped around his. He gives off such switch vibes . . .
﹕─┈ 𝜗 Y 𝜚 + Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It's so high !!! He's always wanting you, like everything you do turns him on. He can't keep his hands off you. That's where the quickies come in !!!
﹕─┈ 𝜗 Z 𝜚 + Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
No matter how tired he is, the aftercare is going to be great, his priority is making sure you're okay and comfortable. After he makes sure you're all okay he’ll fall asleep relatively fast cuddled up to you, or if the two of you are in a more talkative mood after, the two of you fall asleep talking, neither of you remembering who fell asleep first.
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୭ 🗝️ ✧ ˚. 🪩 you’re my painkiller . . . (j.s.)
— your boyfriend apparently has zero regard for his own wellbeing. you, on the other hand, seem to have enough concern for you both (1.6k words)
+ aka the classic ‘patching up your injured s/o’ trope. brief mentions of injury and blood but nothing serious
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juraj regrets nothing.
even now, sitting in the penalty box with a bust lip, he couldn’t care less. not about the player that he was swinging at two seconds ago, nor about how well the small cut on his face is going to heal. shit happens, after all.
though, no.
maybe there’s one small thought gnawing away at him, sitting persistent at the front of his brain and demanding his attention. it’s the knowledge that you’re sitting at home and have definitely just watched the whole ordeal unfold.
fuck, he thinks, taking a drink and pushing his hair back. cold water brushes against his split lip and he winces slightly, breathing still laboured from the exertion of both his play and his onslaught of hits onto the opposing team. you’re a worrier by nature, and juraj’s sure that whatever close up of his face that they’ve displayed on the broadcast has done nothing to quell your concern.
scraps happen all the time in hockey. it’s a fact that you were well aware of long before you’d even started dating juraj, and it would be ridiculous to expect him to never get caught up in a bit of a scuffle. if anything, it should be assumed. but this doesn’t mean you have to like the thought of it, either.
no one likes to see their partner roughed up and bleeding, no matter how good they may or may not have looked whilst getting into said fight. especially not when you have to wait another two hours or so to see them again.
two minds intertwined, both you and juraj desperately wish you could have attended the game tonight so the distance between you could be a little smaller. he would find a way, some method of conveying to you that he was completely okay, and worrying was the last thing you needed to do. the dickhead deserved it, after all.
sadly, things can’t always work out the way that juraj wishes, and now he has to deal with the consequences. it’s a painful rest of the game, and his drive home is even more laborious. how he will find a way to quell your worry, to assure you he was fine, and that if anything, this method of getting out a little extra aggression was pretty healthy depending on who you asked, is beyond him. luck and charm is all he has on his side.
turns out, all of his planning and preparation isn’t needed.
he doesn’t even have the chance to get a word out before you’re rushing over to him, a surprise yet fond oof escaping his bitten lips as you bury your face into his sturdy chest. large calloused hands find their way to sit at your waist, the fabric of your hoodie hiking up slightly to grant juraj’s fingertips access to your skin.
he’s granted a tight hug before you’re pulling back far too soon for his liking, your warmth lingering against his chest and tunnelling through his skin to reach his heart. juraj’s thumbs stroke at the exposed strip of your waist as he awaits your next move.
in an effort to reach his face, you push up onto your toes and juraj automatically stabilises you by tightening his grip on your waist. cautious to not hurt him, you cup his jaw with a gentle hand, the dusting of faint hair familiar against your skin. your thumb barely ghosts over the dried crack of blood sitting on his bottom lip, a place you’d pressed countless kisses in the past now marred by a mark of frustration.
with your furrowed brows and pouty lips, you look downright adorable to juraj as you survey his scrapes, which are arguably nothing in his eyes. he’d be lying if he were to say he wasn’t enjoying the way you were fussing over him, and he was a little amused at just how concerned you were over a few little cuts.
finally, your observation comes to an end.
“you’re an idiot,” you surmise, clicking your tongue softly as you fail to hold back a smile.
the blunt nature of your words takes him aback, and he barks out a laugh.
“it’s not bad.”
his voice is thick, accent heavy, and it takes a lot of effort for you not to swoon.
“there’s blood.”
he holds his hand up, pinching his pointer finger and thumb close together. “little bit.”
“still blood.”
his eyes are locked onto yours, and though you want to do nothing more than kiss him silly, the thought of causing him any more pain or discomfort is out of the question. all you can do is stare at one another, hoping your expression can convey far more than touch or words.
eventually, your hand leaves his jaw, and juraj finds himself having to stop his face tilting, wanting to follow the caress of your palm, to chase the warmth it gives him. the longing doesn’t last long as your hand finds his own, squeezing it in a show of love.
he doesn’t think twice as you lead him into the bathroom. your hands are on your hips as you huff out a breath, squinting slightly in a laboured effort to remember where exactly you stored the haphazard medical kit that was invented for moments exactly like this.
luck is on your side, as your guess of rooting through the cabinet underneath the sink proves to be successful. your fingers swipe through various medical products, and you pluck out some plasters and antiseptic, hoping that they would do the job.
juraj stands behind you like a lost puppy, half amused and half concerned at the speed at which you’re moving. he truly doesn’t think his injuries are anything to dwell on, but the way that you’re acting prompts him to think twice.
oblivious to his hovering, you plant your palms firmly onto the cold marble of the bathroom counter before you push yourself up, your new height bonus granting you easier access to the scrapes on juraj’s face. you pat your thighs and give him a smile.
“come here then, let’s get you patched up.”
juraj doesn’t need to be told twice. in two long strides he’s standing between your split legs, hands finding purchase on your thighs as you take a minute to properly assess the damage done to your boy’s face. truly, it could be far worse - you’ve seen players lose teeth in the past, after all - but you think you’ve earned the right to be a little dramatic.
“this might sting,” you warn, beginning to pour some of the antiseptic liquid onto a cotton ball. the strong scent causes your nose to scrunch and juraj can’t help but to press a kiss to the wrinkled skin, a silent communication of consent.
it hurts like a bitch. you murmur apologies throughout, cursing and wincing with him as you dab at the area around the wounds in an attempt to clean up as much of the blood as possible. it’s impressive, how efficiently you work, considering you’re not exactly well versed in cleaning up wounds.
“what even happened?” you ask. “whole thing happened out of nowhere, from what i saw.”
juraj drums his fingers against your thighs, jaw clenched slightly as he distracts himself from the harsh sting of the antiseptic liquid. your question gives him something to think about, to focus on.
“eh, nothing really. was frustrated, he chirped me. next thing i know, we are fighting.”
you can’t help but laugh at his nonchalance, and your smile reflects onto his own face, the sun lending light to the moon. the motion stretches the gash on his bottom lip and he hisses a little, letting out an indignant sound as you swat at his curious hand.
the plasters you purchased are far too big for the small cuts along his lip and cheek, so you’re forced to slim them down slightly with a pair of rapidly acquired nail scissors, tongue poking from the corner of your lips. you delicately press the bandages to his injuries, smoothing over the fabric with a level of caution reserved for fine china or glass.
evaluating your half-assed medical job, you move to cup juraj’s face once more and relish in the way that he steps closer to you. a hand swipes at his cheekbone, and you tsk slightly as your knuckles graze the mottled skin in an act of sympathy. “that’s definitely gonna bruise love.”
“eh, it will make me look tough,” he jokes, puffing out his already large frame even further. it’s impressive, you have to admit.
“don’t want you looking tough,” you huff. “want you looking okay. no matter how good you look when y’roughing someone up.”
though you’re joking, juraj senses the underlying worry in your tone, your mind wandering to the threat of him stumbling through your doorway in a far worse condition.
“i’ll be more careful.” a promise.
“what am i gonna do with you, hm?” you tease.
your hands come to rest around his broad shoulders, and juraj slides you off of the counter, hands coming to support your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. he carries you towards your bed like it’s nothing, laying you down gently before crawling next to you. he wastes no time in pulling you into his chest, your ear against his chest as the steady thrum of his heartbeat lulls you into a calmer state.
“for now? cuddle me. all i need.”
“i’d love nothing more.”
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Ice Skating | Juraj Slafkovský
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four times you go ice skating with Juraj and the one time you actually fall
Four
“Will you please tell me where we’re going?” you beg the young Slovak as he covers your eyes, weaving in and out of the crowd and leading you closer to your unknown destination.
“We’re almost there,” he promises and you roll your eyes but smile while he continues to lead you.
“Ready?” he asks, stopping the two of you and leaning close so you can hear him. You nod and when Juraj finally drops his hands, you can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips.
You stand at the edge of Rockefeller Center, the rink lit up by Christmas lights, a gorgeously decorated tree acting as a backdrop to the whole scene. You watch as families skate together, couples holding hands and exchanging soft lovelorn looks at each other. You turn to Juraj and he smiles sheepishly at you.
“Are we ice skating?” you ask, the location finally truly dawning on you.
“Uhm, yes?” he answers unsure.
“If I slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault,” you say, holding up an accusing finger towards your best friend.
“I’ve got you princezná. I won’t let you fall.”
Juraj leads you over to the counter and rents two pairs of skates. You grab a seat at the bench and Juraj laces his skates up. You pull yours on as well, attempting to pull the laces tight but ultimately failing. Juraj watches with soft heart filled eyes, adoration clear in his features.
“moja láska,” he murmurs and your eyes flicker over to him. “Do you need help?”
You nod shyly and Juraj smiles widely, bending down in front of you on one knee and pulling the laces tight. His hands work on their own accord, his mind wandering to a scene where he’s on one knee for a different reason, asking you a question and praying you say yes.
“Juraj?” you ask, waving a hand in front of his face and watching as he snaps himself out of the trance he’s in.
“All done,” he smiles, standing and offering his hand to you.
You take it, instantly wobbling awkwardly on the skates and the both of you share a shy smile. Juraj helps you over to the entrance of the rink and steps in with ease. He takes both your hands and helps you onto the rink where you look at him with fear filled eyes.
“I got you princezná,” he reminds you and you smile nervously.
You take a step and your heart flips, the unfamiliar territory scaring you more than it should. Juraj skates backwards with ease and you can’t help but admire the way he glides on the ice.
With your focus on him, you’re able to calm down and look around you at the New York City skyline. Your face lights up as you look at the perfectly decorated tree, the couples and families skating around you with smiles on their faces and laughter filling the air.
Juraj can’t help but think you look utterly ethereal.
“Think you can loosen your grip now?” Juraj jokes and when you look back towards him the glint in his eye makes your heart race.
Three
“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Juraj asks, putting away the last dish and turning towards you.
“Not that I can think of. Why?”
“It’s family skate at the rink tomorrow and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?”
Juraj’s question shocks you a bit. Family skate was usually the guys who are married and those with kids, sometimes the guys with their girlfriends or the guys just coming to stop by and say hi.
“But I’m not family?” is the only thing you can think to say at this moment and Juraj smiles like you’re missing the whole point of it.
“Princezná, you’re more important than family,” he murmurs and your eyes search his and find genuine love in them.
“I’ll be there.”
Juraj picks you up the next day and you head over to the Bell Centre for the family skate. He grabs you an extra pair of skates and is in the middle of tying them for you when Josh Anderson walks by.
“Don’t know how to tie your skates darling?” he jokes and when he stops near you you jokingly shove him away.
“Fuck off Andy,” you quip and you watch as both him and Juraj collapse into giggles.
Juraj finishes tying your skates and with a tap to your thigh you’re standing and wobbling awkwardly all over again. This time it’s a bit easier, you can at least walk towards the ice without too much help but when you’re on the ice, you’re clutching Juraj’s hands again like your life depends on it.
“(y/n)! I’ve lapped you three times in the past 2 minutes,” Kaiden calls out to you and you let go of Juraj to flip him off.
“Let’s go grandma!” Cole joins and you shoot him a glare.
“Ignore them,” Juraj reminds you and you smile as you look back over at him.
He starts to instruct you on how to push off and skate forward and you hang on his every word. He lets go of one of your hands and you carefully push off, gripping his hand tightly.
“You’re doing it!” Juraj cheers and your heart flushes at his praise.
Juraj’s teammates and their families watch the two youngsters with soft gazes, thinking the scene was adorable.
“Are they dating?” Josh’s girlfriend turns to ask and Josh smiles, shaking his head.
“Not yet,” he says, slightly rolling his eyes but happy to see you and Juraj so close.
Two
“Come on Jakey!!” you scream and Juraj laughs lightly next to you.
“Oh be quiet,” you joke, shoving him as you sit down.
Your little brother has been begging you to bring your famous hockey playing best friend (his words not yours) to one of his hockey games. You finally found a day where Juraj was free and Jake was playing a game and dragged your best friend along with you. Jake was playing well, but his team was still losing and with the final ring of the bell, the game ends 2-1.
“Come on,” you say, grabbing Juraj’s hand and pulling him along to the locker room.
You wait outside, greeting other teammates of your brother and their families, until your brother finally makes his way out. You look him over and see that he’s still wearing his skates but has changed out of the rest of his gear.
“Buddy, what are you doing?” you ask when Jake finally greets you and Juraj.
“Can we stay and skate?” he asks nervously and you can’t help the smile that grows on your lips.
“Of course.”
You and Juraj grab a pair of rental skates each before heading out on the ice. Juraj sticks by your side for the beginning before Jake pulls him away to ask for tips on his skating. You cling to one of the walls, watching as Juraj stands in front of your brother and explains his foot positioning. Jake listens patiently, something he wasnt always good at, and butterflies decide to kick up in your stomach at the sight of the two of them.
“Ready?” you hear Juraj ask and you watch as Jake nods and the two stand side by side.
Juraj counts down from three and one he hits one, the two of them rush off across the ice in an impressive blur of speed. You watch as Jake takes the advantage and you know deep down, Juraj is letting him win in their little race. Your smile grows even wider at the thought, Juraj purposefully letting the young boy win.
“Prekliatie, Jake you’re faster than me,” Juraj says, dropping his hands onto his knees and breathing heavily to show how “tired” he was.
“I think you should replace Juraj in the line up tomorrow Jakey,” you call and the two boys turn and smile at you.
Juraj grins, tossing a wink in your direction before heading off to skate with your younger brother again.
One
How and why your best friend decided to rent out an entire sports complex for her birthday party will continue to remain a mystery to you. She could have gone anywhere in Montreal but she decided on a place with ice skating, laser tag, arcades, golfing, bowling, and more for her party.
Naturally, you dragged Juraj with you, knowing that you would probably only know your best friend at this party and didn’t want to spend the time alone. The two of you got there early, greeting your best friend and her boyfriend at the entrance of the sports center.
“Happy birthday!!” you greet her excitedly, leaning forward to hug your best friend.
“Come on!” She says, dragging you into the building, Juraj and her boyfriend trailing behind. “I wanna go ice skating.”
The four of you grab rental skates and head out onto the ice together. Just like before, Juraj is slow and careful with you, helping you to skate around the rink. You make it a lap and a half in before you see your best friend exiting the rink with her boyfriend behind her.
“Hey!” you call out and she turns and smiles sheepishly.
“Sorry!” she yells back before rushing away.
You roll your eyes and turn back to Juraj with a look that says ‘can you believe her?’ and the younger boy just shrugs and smiles at you.
“Well, as long as we’re here,” you say, trying your best to slow down on the ice. “Wanna teach me how to stop?”
“Are you sure you’re ready for it?” he asks and you lean forward, swatting at his arm.
“Of course I am!” you declare but quickly lose balance, reaching out for him and he chuckles as you regain your balance.
“Anyway,” you murmur and Juraj laughs lightly under his breath.
He turns on his skates, holding his hands out to you which you happily take and he smiles encouragingly at you.
“So, the way you stop is on your edges,” he explains, showing the sides of his skate and digging them into the ice so he stops moving.
“If you’re skating forward, you want to turn your body and push your outside leg out and lean.”
He takes a second to show you what he means, letting go and skating for a second before stopping on his edges. You nod when he pauses, committing his movements to memory.
“You try,” he tells you.
You take a nervous deep breath, skating forward a couple of inches before attempting to come to a stop before Juraj. Your legs however shake too much beneath you and you start to fall. Juraj is quicker, catching your arms and hauling you up into them.
“Sorry,” you murmur, looking up at him and it strikes you how close the two of you are.
“All good,” he replies, his arms coming to move around your waist.
Your eyes search his, heat blooming throughout your body and for a moment the two of you simply gaze at each other, uncertain what to do next.
“Are you two coming or what?”
You both turn to see your best friend waving you over and you sigh, thinking how close yet how far you were from making a move.
“Let’s go.”
And One
You swear it’s been weeks since you saw Juraj at your best friend’s birthday party. Therefore, you were ecstatic when he called and asked if you could pick him up from practice so the two of you could hang out afterwards. You show up a little later than practice ends, knowing Juraj’s tendency to stay late and work with one of the coaches while everyone has already left the ice.
You make your way through the back and up towards the tunnel, greeting those you see along the way. Just as you’re heading up to the bench, you pass Martin St. Louis and he greets you with a warm smile.
“Always good to see you darling,” he tells you and you smile shyly. “Juraj is still on the ice if you’re looking for him.”
You smile and thank him before walking up and out onto the bench. Marty is right, Juraj stands a few feet away from the goal, practicing shot after shot and you stand there for a moment and simply take in his form. His love for the game and determination to get better at it every day was one of the many reasons you had grown impossibly in love with him. He put 110% effort into everything he did and you admired that kind of work ethic in him.
“Looking good 20!” you yell out and Juraj turns around on the ice, grinning madly when he sees you standing at the bench.
“Sorry,” he says, skating over to you. “Pretty sure this is a closed practice.”
“Come on. Grab some skates and get out here.”
“Juraj,” you whine and he turns those big brown eyes towards you. The ones that are impossible to say no to.
“5 minutes? Please? Just wanna spend some time with you on the ice,” he murmurs.
You sigh quietly and Juraj instantly tells you where to grab some extra skates. Your heart pounds as you replay his words in your head. You can’t help the smile that crops up on your lips as he ties your skates and helps you out onto the ice. Somehow, Juraj was always taking care of you, a trait you so loved about him and prayed stayed with him.
As always, Juraj starts off with holding your hands making sure you’re comfortable first before letting go and skating by your side with practiced ease. The two of you exchange small talk as you skate and Juraj’s heart fills with pride realizing he was the one who taught you how to skate. The one who has made sure you won’t fall. The one you’ve trusted.
He moves to skate backwards in front of you, grinning like he has just won the lottery.
“What?” you ask, his gaze making you flustered.
“You’re doing amazing,” he compliments and your body flushes in warmth at his praise.
“Well thank you,” you say and just as you’re about to add on that it’s all thanks to him, your skate hits a rough patch of ice.
You instantly lose your balance, a small shriek escaping your lips as you fall forward. Your hands instantly reach out for him and Juraj is quick to react, catching you and hauling you up into him like he did so many weeks ago.
He forces the two of you to a stop, your hands coming to rest feebly against his chest while his arms stay wrapped around your waist. You look up, a sheepish smile on your face as Juraj sports a self righteous grin on his face that makes you laugh.
“Spoke too soon, huh?” he asks and you shake your head.
“Oh shut up,” you murmur.
“Gladly,” he hums.
He leans down and finally connects the two of you, lips molding in perfect unison as you press against each other on the cold ice. You’re thankful for the grip Juraj has on you because your knees are suddenly weakened by his lips on yours. You break apart for air and Juraj grins down at you and you take a deep breath to control the happy laughter that wants to break free from you.
“Wanna keep skating?” he asks and you shake your head.
“No, I think it’s time for us to head home.”
“Whatever you say moja láska,” he says, kissing the side of your head and leading the two of you off the ice.
#juraj salfkovsky x you#juraj slafkovsky x reader#juraj slafkovsky fic#juraj slafkovsky imagine#montreal canadiens x reader#montreal canadiens fic#montreal canadiens imagine#prettytoxicrevolver fic
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20 | Juraj Slafkovský
Pairings: Colette Caufield!oc x Juraj Slafkovský
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colette.rc happy birthday to the sweet boy who will always hold a special place in my heart. Love you, J💋
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_slafkovsky_ can’t wait to celebrate with u, sweetheart. I love you ❤️
canadiensmtl cutest couple ever! Happy birthday, Juraj 🥳
habslover the height difference OMG
mirandaheidt happy birthday slaf! Dinner’s on @/kguhle_4 @/arberxhekaj
➥ stephaniekielb and drinks are on us!
colecaufield you guys are perfect for each other. Happy birthday brother!
arberxhekaj the big 2-0 for J
caufieldsgf hottest couple in the NHL
kguhle_4 happy birthday baby boy
nsuzuki_37 so dinner on slaf?
hugheslover happy birthday Juraj!
colette.rc added to their story!
colecaufield like your story
arberxhekaj replied with “oh, so he has MONEY?”
stephaniekielb replied with “coco, you’re THAT girl”
_slafkovsky_ replied with “best birthday ever! Thank u for making it so special ❤️”
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can i request smut with juraj? maybe he comes home from practice a little sore, and you offer to give him a back massage, which somehow ends up turning him on and leads him to fucking you into oblivion 😫 thanks love x
Your wish is my command my friend (Sorry for the late reply I've been busy)
The front door opens followed by a strained groan, telling you that Juraj is back from his morning practice. He drops his hockey bag by the door, releasing a sigh, and rubs his neck exhaustingly.
"Hey babe," you say getting up from the couch and kissing his cheek, "how was practice?"
"Coach wasn't too happy about our loss last night and definitely made us pay for it."
"Go ahead and take a shower and I'll give you a massage. We can relax for the rest of the day and just order in" You say rubbing his shoulders. He just nods tiredly and heads upstairs to your shared bedroom.
About 15 minutes later, Juraj gets out of the shower and changes into some boxers and some sweatpants. You go and grab your massage lotion and motion for Juraj to lie face down on the bed.
You apply the lotion to his back and slowly start to massage out the knots that you feel. Each knot you massage elicits a groan followed by a sigh of relief from your boyfriend. "Thank you for this dieťa."
"Of course my love," you say softly. Montreal hasn't been having the best of luck with the games recently and you know it's been taking a toll on him, especially with him being one of the more prolific players and having teammates get traded out of nowhere.
"Ok babe your back is done," you say patting his back, "anywhere else that's sore or giving you discomfort?"
He smirks for a second before slyly saying, "My legs for sure."
"Your disgusting" is all you say while laughing.
"You like it," he chuckled, "but do you mind doing my neck?"
You sit in front of him and begin to massage the sides of his neck. His eyes closed momentarily at the sensation and he let out a small sigh. You try not to let your mind wander while seeing your boyfriend react to your touch like this but it's hard not to.
You lean forward and give him a soft peck, which goes from his lips to his chin, eventually to his Adam's apple.
"Dieťa-" he said straining. With the way you were positioned on his lap you begin to feel his budge against your right thigh. "I think I have another way to help you relieve the rest of your tension" you whisper in his ear.
His eyes open and they are dilated to the point you can see a little of his irises. He repositions you on his lap as you begin kissing him properly and he bucks his hips slightly, releasing a moan from you.
"Are you sure you want to do this? I don't want to hurt you."
"I want this more than anything."
After the nod of confirmation, he removes your shorts and drags your underwear down with them. "All soaked for me" he said with a rasp.
He places the pad of his thumb on your entrance and you throw your head back at the sensation. He then inserts his middle finger and curling it upward extracting a yelp from you and your back begins to arch.
Juraj watches you with dark eyes and smiles knowing he's the only one that will ever make you feel this way. He adds another digit as he feels you begin to clench, telling him you are close. With you grinding against his fingers and curling his fingers, you feel that coil snap followed by a drawn-out moan as you climax on his hand.
"My turn," you say panting.
You and Juraj stand so you can remove his boxers and sweatpants. You signal him to lay on the bed and he does, never taking his eyes off of you.
You reach in the bedside table and grab a condom. You climb on his lap once more. You rip the condom open with your teeth and place it over him and pump him a few times, feeling him getting hard again with each pump. "We don't have to do this if your too tired Juraj" you say noticing his hooded eyes.
"I'm never too tired for you dieťa," he says reassuring you. He grabs your hips to position you over him. After prodding your entrance a few times, you finally sink down on him, both of you taking in shallow breaths. You slowly inch down as it always takes you time to adjust to his size. You're halfway when he thrusts up into you without warning and the most explicit moan escapes your lips.
"If you do that again, I'll come too soon and it won't be fun for either of us."
You begin to move up and down at a steady pace, hands-on Juraj's chest for balance, as he's hitting every spot imaginable. You try not to clench as his groans become more strained. But a part of you wants to be a brat, so you stop.
"Why did you stop?" Juraj asks practically glaring at you and straining the words out as you clench and wiggle your hips a bit.
"My legs got tired," you lie. You just wanted to see how worked up he could get. He's close to his climax, you can tell, because he keeps trying to buck his hips to get come friction.
"Dieťa," he says through clenched teeth, "Move."
"I don't think I will," you say while pretending to ponder. You can feel him pulsing inside you and it's taking everything in you to not move just for your own sake.
Suddenly, he lifts you and places you face-first on the bed. He doesn't even give you time to get your bearings before he starts to pound into you from behind. His large hand on your back, pressing you against the mattress and you have to put your face in the pillow to muffle your sounds.
"Let me hear you dieťa, especially after being a brat," he says into your ear before grabbing your hair making a makeshift ponytail, and lifting your head. Not hard enough to hurt but with that and the fast pace of his hips, it was setting you over the edge.
"I shouldn't even let you cum" he says hitting your spot relentlessly.
"I'm sorry I was a brat, please let me come," you say desperately with baited breath.
"We'll see."
The sound of skin on skin reverberating around the room along with the explicit sounds from the both of you. Juraj getting lost with the sensation of your walls around him. He moves his right hand from your hip and moves it to your front, felling the imprint of himself in your lower stomach and moving it to your clit.
"You feel me inside you? I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."
"Oh my god, fuck-" you say, the last word coming out choked.
At this point, there are tears in your eyes from the sensation. "Let go," he rasps in your ear. After one sloppy thrust and him hitting your g spot you climax and he follows suit. You both are a panting sweaty mess and it's taking everything in him to not collapse on top of you.
A whine leaves your lips as he pulls out to remove the condom and discards it. You're too spent to move. Juraj lifts you and takes you both to your bathroom. He sits you gently on the toilet as he runs bath water for you both. He makes sure that the water isn't too hot and looks up to see your eyes struggling to stay open.
"Hey sleepyhead, lets have a bath first and then we'll go to sleep, ok?"
You nod tiredly and he helps you step into the bath and he sits behind you. "Who knew both of us wouldn't be able to walk?" you say with a light laugh.
He chuckles while you both take turns bathing each other, getting each other dressed with minimal movement. Juraj changes the sheets and both of you finally drift off to sleep in each others arms, mentally happy that there's no practice tomorrow.
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juraj slafkovský x fem! reader
warnings?: angst, sadness, unprotected sex, p in v, and fluff
positions fics masterlist
~oh, ‘cause nobody ever loved me like you do, i’d love to see me from your point of view~
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you sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at your bare nails. one of the wives invited you to go with all of them to get your nails done, to which you hesitantly said yes. though it wasn’t exactly in your budget, you still agreed to go and bond with them.
“so what are your plans today baby?” juraj asks stepping out of the bathroom, brushing his teeth.
“the girls invited me to go get my nails done, i’m going but i won’t get anything i haven’t gotten paid yet.” you say making broken eye contact with the boy.
“one second.” he says re-entering the bathroom so finish brushing his teeth before exiting the bedroom. in your previous relationship, your boyfriend never helped you. he would poke and tease at things that weren’t funny, comment on your body and you weight, tell you how to act and went so far as to hit you from time to time. truth be told, getting back into a relationship scared you because you thought all those things would happen once again no matter who you were with. the last 4 months with juraj had been hard for you. he made you happy and was always kind but the voice in the back of your head always told you to keep him at arms length, no matter your label.
“here, take my card and get whatever you want.” he said re-entering the room, holding his card out for you to take.
“are you sure?” you replied softly.
“yes baby, get whatever you want. it’s on me i promise.” he says again, shutting his wallet and tossing it on his nightstand.
“thank you.”
“of course, i don’t want you to sit there and be left out.” he says kissing you on the head while he collected his clean clothes off the bed next to you. the way he made your heart dance was an all new feeling to you. every time he touched you it was like a butterfly sanctuary busted loose in your abdomen, every time he spoke highly of you, you felt like it wasn’t real.
“i better go, i don’t wanna be late.” you say checking the clock and standing up off the bed, grabbing your purse from the dresser.
“have fun, text me when you get there safe.” he calls from the room as you exit the apartment.
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“so how’s everything with slaf?” arber’s girlfriend asks.
“oh he’s been great, he’s such a sweetheart.”
“he is, me and arber are very glad he has someone to love. he has such a big heart he deserves someone as beautiful as you.” she smiles at you.
“awe thank you steph.” you smile lightly, not being able to even accept the compliment in your mind. you’d never felt beautiful, you felt cute from time to time, but never beautiful. after two long hours, you were finally able to leave which relieved you. you didn’t feel like you fit in. all the wives and girlfriends were so beautiful and kind and radiant. none of those things fit you, or so you thought. you entered your apartment to see slaf still in bed watching tv.
“i’m home.” you say catching his attention. he gets up and shuffles into the entryway.
“let me see let me see.” he says asking to see your nails. you picked a simple red design on nude nails, considering it was now february it felt right.
“do you like?” you ask.
“they’re gorgeous. i love them.” he smiles widely at you kissing your hands before placing two gentle fingers under your chin pressing a short kiss to your lips, which you gladly accepted.
“thank you.” you blush, a full smile never cracking your face.
“what’s wrong?” he says noticing your shift in demeanor.
“it’s nothing.” you say pushing past him to enter the bedroom, grabbing your pajamas.
“it’s not nothing.” he says following hot on your heels.
“j, it’s fine.”
“baby tell me.” he says grabbing onto your biceps and pulling you closer.
“i don’t deserve you.”
“what do you mean?” he says, a look of confusion taking over.
“all the other girlfriends and wives, they’re so beautiful and funny and kind, i don’t feel like i fit in with them. it’s like they always are put together, have money, happiness and like they just do everything so effortlessly.” you say, failing to hold back the waterfall behind your eyes.
“no my love.” he says wrapping you up in his arms tightly, rocking you back and forth.
“i don’t deserve you.” you repeat.
“you deserve more than me actually. i feel every emotion you feel everyday. i know you’re scared, i know you don’t feel any of these things about yourself but you don’t see yourself from my point of view.” he states.
“what?”
“you’re so gorgeous and sweet and smart and thoughtful. you make everyday so much brighter for me. i was so lonely when i first came to montreal and you’ve flipped my world upside down. you make everything better y/n.” he says and all you can do it cry. you have no response.
“i don’t know what to say j.”
“you don’t need to say anything, let’s run us a shower and get into our pajamas for a movie night okay?”
“okay.” you simply replied smiling lightly. the two of you stepped into the bathroom, him turning the knob of the shower to warm. you slowly stripped down, suddenly feeling very aware of your body. you hugged yourself hiding your chest and stomach while slaf stripped down in front of you. he finally looks up at you, eyes showing the sadness he felt at you stance.
“stop hiding, you’re beautiful.” he says pulling your arms away from your body. he reaches into the shower to feel the water finally warm. he steps in, lending you a hand in assistance. he pulls you under the water with him as you laid your head on his chest and arms wrapped around his waist. his hands wandering their way down your back, landing firmly on your ass.
“juraj?”
“yes?” he replies as the two of you lock eyes. you say nothing and simply reach a hand to the back of his neck pulling his lips to yours anxiously. his hands moved up your back as he pulled you impossibly closer to him. you pulled away, placing your hands on his chest as your body is flush against his. the look in his eyes read far more than lust.
“let me love you y/n.” he says, running a delicate thumb across your cheekbone, his eyes locked on yours. your hand found his way on top of his as you smiled.
“i will.” you reply quietly. he reattaches your lips hastily, giving you a light tap on the ass. you jump, latching your legs around his hips, not once losing contact. the sexual tension in the room rising quickly. lifting your hips, he pushes himself inside you, burying his face in your neck. you moan out in pleasure as his tip hit the sweet spot deep inside you. he used his arms to guide you as you moved up and down on his dick at a consistent pace, losing your breath quickly. you wrapped your arms around his neck placing your head in his shoulder, trying not to deafen the brunette with your moans. at this rate it wouldn’t take you long to finish. noticing you clenching around him, he picks up his pace.
“so beautiful y/n.” he says breathlessly as you slap a hand on the wall for better stability as your skin slapped against each other. he made you feel things you’d never experienced. your eyes squeeze shut as you begin to see stars, knowing you were nearing your witts end. you feel all of your muscles relax suddenly, your legs becoming shaky at the sensation as he buries his own climax deep inside you. the two of you slowly come to a stop, him not placing you back on the ground just yet. you lift your head off his shoulder dazily and he kisses you lovingly.
“that was amazing.” you giggle, pulling him out of you.
“yeah it was.” he laughs setting you back down.
“i love you so much.” he simply says causing your heart to flutter.
“i love you too slaf.” you smile finally grabbing some kind of soap.
“might as well make use of the shower.” you giggle, pouring shampoo into both of your hands. once the two of you are out of the shower and changed you’re found nowhere other than your bed, wrapped up in each other.
“so how do you feel now?” he asks, his thumb lightly stroking your side.
“i feel a little better.” you say.
“how so?” he pries.
“i feel beautiful and i feel wanted.”
“that’s because both are true my love. if you ever don’t feel okay please come to me. i’m here for you always.”
“okay.” you say, fighting sleep to the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat.
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Sweet Nothings
Quinn Hughes:
"As the evening sky turns into a velvet blanket of stars, my breath hitches at the sight of your mesmerizing beauty. The moonlight highlights your stunning features, making you glow like an angel. I yearn to explore your curves, tracing them with my fingers and my lips. Every gentle touch ignites a spark of desire, leaving me longing for more."
Jack Hughes:
"You're the sweetest, most irresistible person I've ever met. Your gorgeous smile radiates like the sun, and your eyes are like starlight in the night sky. Your soft touch and warm embrace make me feel safe, and your loving words fill my heart with joy. You complete me, body and soul, and I can't imagine life without your presence by my side. I love you."
Luke Hughes:
"You're all I can think about. You occupy my every thought. Your warmth and kindness are unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I want to keep discovering more about you every day. I want to take care of you and make you happy, and I want you to return the favor. Together, let's create an atmosphere of love, trust, support, and commitment. There's no limit to how special we can make this connection."
Nico Hischier:
"I could gaze into your eyes forever, never tiring of their beauty. The sound of your voice is like music to my ears, making my heart sing. Your tender touch comforts my soul, as we connect on a deeper level. All I want to do is spend time with you, feeling your presence in every minute. Your essence is a sweet balm to my heart, providing much-needed solace in a chaotic world. I am lost in your warm embrace, finding peace and serenity in your arms."
Timo Meier:
"Your soulful eyes lure me in, just like a siren at sea. The scent of the ocean caresses my face, like a warm summer breeze. As we share an intimate glance, I feel a spark of electricity between us. Your touch is like honey to my soul, sending shivers down my spine. All my worries and troubles melt away, as you take me in."
John Marino:
"You are the most captivating person I've ever seen. I could stare at your face for hours and not get bored. Your smile could brighten the darkest of days. Your presence is like a warm embrace, providing a feeling of comfort and joy."
Kirby Dach:
"Your beautiful face, framed by your silky hair and eyes that sparkle with mischief, is like a masterpiece to behold. I can't help but stare, as I take in every inch of your stunning figure. Every curve, every line, and every feature is like poetry to me. As I gaze upon you and drink you in, all thoughts of the world around me vanish. I can only see you, and I feel completely captivated by you."
Juraj Slafkovsky:
"I could stare into your eyes forever, lost in their depths of beauty. Your soft lips beckon me, like a moth to a flame. As we come together, our bodies meld together, as one. Our bodies are intertwined, a dance of love and desire. With each movement, the waves of passion crash upon us, carrying us away into ecstasy."
Arber Xhekaj:
"You are like a warm ray of sunlight on a cold winter’s day. Your love and affection radiate from within, making me feel warm and safe. As we lie in each other’s arms, I feel my heart beating faster and faster. Our bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting perfectly right where they belong. I long for your touch, your love, and your embrace. The world seems to melt away, as we are caught up in the moment. Our bodies connected, our minds intertwined, and our souls bonded."
Cole Caufield:
"Your presence is like a warm blanket, enveloping me with comfort and safety. You make me feel protected and loved, like we're living in our own little world. You have a way of making me feel at peace with the world. My life feels so much better now that you're in it. I want to show you all the affection and love you deserve, and I'm willing to go above and beyond to make you happy. Together we explore new possibilities and create memories that will last a lifetime. There's no limit to what we can achieve together."
Trevor Zegras:
"There's something magical about us. When we're together, it's like we're in our own little world. I feel so safe when I'm in your arms, and no matter what the day holds, I know I can count on you to make me feel loved and appreciated. With you by my side, I could take on anything life throws at us. I'm so glad I found you."
Jamie Drysdale:
"Your smile is as bright as the sun. Your eyes are as mesmerizing as the stars on a clear night sky. Your touch is as soft as a feather, and when we're together, there's no other place I would rather be. I want to cherish every moment with you and make sure to never take our time together for granted. There's nothing else in this world that compares to the feeling of being with you. You complete me."
#quinn hughes x reader#jack hughes x reader#luke hughes x reader#nico hischier x reader#timo meier x reader#john marino x reader#kirby dach x reader#juraj slafkovsky x reader#arber xhekaj x reader#cole caufield x reader#trevor zegras x reader#jamie drysdale x reader#nhl
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The easy days- J. Slafkovsky
Juraj Slafkovsky x fem! Reader
In which you bask in Juraj’s rare off day
Warnings?: Fluff, kissing, talks of burning out and exhaustion but no more I can think of, i apologize for any errors!
You woke up to the feeling of soft kisses being scattered along your cotton covered shoulder, strands of dark brunette hair tickling your jaw.
“Morning” you smiled down at the large boy tucked under your arm.
Juraj perked his head up at the sound of your soft voice, a bright smile overtaking the boys face as he leaned up to place a small peck to your lips.
“Good Morning.” He breathed resting his chin on your chest.
“What are the plans for today?” You question softly, hands working into his soft locks.
His eyes fluttered shut for a moment at the relaxing sensation of your nails lightly scratching his scalp.
“Sleep, coffee, couch, movies, food.” He answered after a moment.
“Sounds good to me.” You giggled.
The habs finally had an off day after two back to back games with a practice and another game earlier in the week and you knew your boyfriend needed a day of nothing but rest.
He’d been working his ass off and while it’s been paying off and he’s doing amazing things he still needs a day of relaxation in order to keep his young body from burning out.
Looking over at the digital clock on your nightstand you laughed realizing it was seven in the morning but you couldn’t blame Juraj for being up this early, the jet lag got ahold of him as soon as he laid in the bed last night.
“What time do you want to get back up?” You asked softly.
“Whenever we feel like it.” He chuckled softly and you nodded in agreement before placing a kiss to his head and snuggling into your pillow while Juraj resumed his position under your arm allowing himself to be the little spoon for once.
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When you two do finally emerge from the comfort and warmth of your bed it’s just passing ten in the morning.
You both share a quick shower before getting dressed and heading to your favorite coffee shop. Snow had fallen overnight leaving a soft blanket on the streets of Montreal.
You two make small talk about his trip and how he enjoyed his multi point roadtrip, he blushed as your praised his achievements telling you it wasn’t a big deal but deep down you knew he was enjoying the praise.
Juraj parked in front of the coffee shop before making his way around to your door and opening it for you.
“Thank you kind sir.” You laughed as you step out.
“It’s no problem, I always look out for the clumsy.” He smirked as you let out a scoff and smacked his shoulder.
“I am not clumsy!”
“Coles ring camera says differently.” He giggled and you couldn’t argue with that one.
A few weeks ago everyone had gathered at Cole’s new house for dinner and the boy had told everyone to watch the patch of ice on his walkway but somehow even after trying to avoid it, you still slipped.
He took your hand as he lead you towards the door, opening it for you he followed after you stepping into the smell of fresh coffee and baked sweets.
“Do you want your usual?” He asked as you two stepped into the small line.
“Yes please.” You smiled up at him.
He gave you a soft nod before dipping down and capturing your lips in a short kiss, Juraj wasn’t big on pda but after being away for a week he missed you and he didn’t really care who saw him showing his favorite person a bit of love.
Once you two reached the counter the barista smiled brightly as she recognized you two instantly.
“Hi guys! Do you want your usual today?”
“Yes please.” Juraj smiled politely.
“Okay! That’ll be $14.07, you can swipe whenever you’re ready.” She smiled and you watched as Juraj paid knowing there was absolutely no point in trying to make him let you.
You slid two bills into the tip jar before making your way to the small waiting area, Juraj wrapped a strong arm around your shoulder as he pulled you close to his side.
“We need to finish that movie we started before you left for your road trip.” You reminded him.
“Oh yeah, we have to find some others to watch too because I plan on being on that couch for the rest of the day.” He laughed.
“Deal, what about that new horror one you wanted to see?” You asked.
“Sounds good to me.” He smiled softly, his attention pulled away from you as the barista called out your names and placed the cups on the counter.
“Thank you!” You smiled at her as you both collected your drinks and headed back to the car.
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For the next few hours you two were wrapped up in blankets while you rested on your large sectional, your back to Juraj’s chest while he rested against the soft cushions of the couch.
You had eaten things that Juraj should’ve been staying clear from due to his strict diet but he didn’t care in the moment, he was allowed a cheat day every now and then.
You’d ran through all the new movies you two had been desperate to watch, a horror, some comedy and others dramas.
After a nice filling dinner you were back in your spot against him but this time your head was rested against his chest while his fingers raked through your hair and his nails scratched along your back under your shirt.
“Today has been nice.” You spoke softly.
“It has, thank you for everything today.”
“You don’t have to thank me J, I love spending time with you.” You smiled up at him.
“I know but some people wouldn’t do this for their partner, you didn’t have to lay around with me all day and do nothing but you did. So thank you and I love you.” He smiled.
“I love you more baby.” You giggled as you pushed yourself up to press your lips against his.
It was soft and full of passion, showing him how much he actually did mean to you without having to try and explain it in words which you struggled with.
Pulling away he gave you one more peck on the lips before settling back and stroking your cheek with his large thumb.
He could see the sleep clouding your eyes, the way they kept drooping had his heart warming, despite it being barely seven he pulled you close and wrapped your favorite blanket around you.
“Go to sleep love, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He spoke as he began to stroke your hair.
“Okay.” You breathed as you snuggled into him.
You loved hockey and loved watching Juraj live out his dream with amazing teammates and an amazing organization but there was nothing better then days like this, the days where you could spend the entirety loving on him and allowing his body to get the rest he needed.
Nothing would ever top the easy days.
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obsessed with your ex? - juraj slafkovsky ☆
wc: 650+
tw: toxicity? obsessive. mention of sex. stalking?
juraj slafkovsky x reader
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it was four in the morning and you couldn't sleep. your thoughts were running wild as the six foot three man was laying sound asleep next to you. you were staying over his place tonight and what was supposed to be an easy going night turned into a nightmare; for you at least.
you had opened your instagram to find that jurajs ex had followed you, and commented on her recent instagram post, how you slayed the photo dump you posted on your recent trip to Milan.
I mean his ex didn't mean to get in your brain. you had finally met the girl, about a couple weeks ago at a brand dinner seeing as you were both models. you had been professional with her. but since you guys had many mutual friends the ex seemed to be trying to befriend her.
oh my god I wonder if she was friends with jurajs friends? did she know arber like you know him?
was she good in bed?
does he still think about her?
was she easy going?
every controlling?
well traveled?
well read?
all these thoughts made you want to scream into your pillow and die. something you couldn't do because you were at your boy friends house, sleeping in his bed on a side that was now 'your side' but you knew it was once hers.
when you met the ex about two nights ago you had to act like you didn't know every little thing about her, when you did. you knew everything about her, from her star sign to her fucking blood type.
you felt insane. you were honestly borderline of psycho. you were so obsessed with jurajs ex and everything about her was making you so upset.
you were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt the boy next to you move.
"why are you still awake" jury asked seeing her stare up into the ceiling. he moved to wrap his arms around her and pull her in, trying to to comfort his girlfriend.
what were you supposed to say to him? I'm up thinking about your ex? that im fucking obsessed with her? he would think I was her freaking best friend with how much I would want to talk about her and ask him.
and it wasn't like there wasn't anything I could complain about too, anyways. she was an angel, who was perfect. my friends would even tell me she talked so nicely about me. she was the life of every party and had these perfect hips with the most perfect lips. god you sounded like you were in love with her.
he had once told you that she hated flying so she would take melatonin when they would go visit his family with him back home, and you've never forgotten that detail about her.
"y/n" jurajs voice rasped again.
"what did you call me?" y/n exclaimed sitting up moving away from him. she could of swear he said HER name.
"your name?" juraj said slowly, beyond confused. he loved you so much and the last thing he would of thought was wrong with his girlfriend in the middle of the night, was that you couldn't stop thinking about his ex. he doesn't even speak to her anymore and he loves you with his whole heart.
you looked at him, studying his face for any lie. he wasn't. you felt so obsessed and you knew it was crazy upon repair, but you couldn't help it for some reason.
"alright what's wrong. did I do something" he says sitting up and turning on the nightstand lamp.
you felt horrible. he looked exhausted and he needed his sleep, he had games coming up and he had practice in about five hours.
"no-" you sighed looking at his soft eyes urging you to go on.
"-its just" you stumbled upon how to word your next choice of words.
"you can tell me" he said rubbing your back and kissing your shoulder.
"im obsessed with your ex"
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omg this is my first non au right and also like no oc character. if its cringe lmk! I like feedback. also this is based of an edit I saw on tiktok!! goodnight loves!!
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AN-someone requested this but I lost the request and this is all I could remember for it. Lol sorry hope this is it.
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You and Juraj decided to take the subway to your lunch date today, it was quite cramped, so you ended up squished up against your boyfriend in one of the seats.
You grabbed a hold of his hand with both of yours, playing with his fingers, trying to pass the time on the subway. He smiled down at you, even sitting down He was still so much taller than you.
Your head was resting on his shoulders as a couple of moments passed till you moved up and looked at your boyfriend. He was looking at something on his phone. You leaned upwards towards him, and placed a firm kiss on his cheek, earning his attention.
Juraj look down at you and smile cheerfully now it was his turn to lean down to kiss you, but you needed to meet him halfway since he was still so much taller than you. You guys kissed each other saw softly, since you were only three stops away from your destination you and Juraj started to get comfortable in your seats.
You felt him kiss your for head so you squeezed his hand in response
“I love you” he whispered into your hair
“Love you too” you responded, leaning onto his shoulder and closing your eyes
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