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Carry Me Home || S. Aho
Author: Sydney / @sydnikov
Pairing: Sebastian Aho/fem!Reader
Word Count: 5.6k
Summary: Sebastian Aho is frustrated with his team’s loss against the New York Islanders. He takes it out on you in a rather primitive way.
Warnings: 18+ smut smut smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos!), oral (f receiving), bits of dom!Sepe, breeding kink if you squint, cursing, angst, not much fluff in this one
A/N: Surprise! My first smut fic. I hate myself. I blame the Hurricanes playing like shit for making me write this. As usual, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!! I certainly didn’t (kidding) P.S. Title is from “All The Small Things” by Blink 182
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Sebastian Aho feels fire in his veins. His skin is flushed, hot to the touch, with his hair smoking from sweat-soaked strands boiling into steam. He is a steadily growing inferno, biding his time before unleashing his wrath.
There was no other time in his life he could think of where he had ever felt so frustrated, so angry.
Painful grunts and the sounds of sticks hitting the ice so hard they break echo in his ears, just as the sound of the puck hitting the goal post every time he shot it did, too. In the back of his mind, Sebastian knows that winning takes more than just one player, but yet all he can think is my fault my fault my fault.
He is an alternate captain, after all. It’s his job to help lead his team, to get them the wins they deserve. So ever since the start of this season, why had he been failing to do so?
Sebastian couldn’t dominate the Islanders on his own no matter how much he wanted to… But there is one person he knows he can.
As the Fin aggressively unties his skates, he imagines the strands of your hair tangled in his fingers as the laces get stuck on his glove. As he rips off his undershirt, he imagines doing the same to your bra.
When the reporters ask the same question they do after every game, “What could you have done better?” and pretend not to flinch when he shoots them a glare, he imagines your wide-eyed gaze as he tells you, c’mon, you can take it, yeah?
He kind of wishes he could say the same thing to these fucking reporters as he imagines giving one or two or preferably all of them a black eye—in a different scenario, of course.
Oh, but you are so good to him. He doesn’t deserve you. There is absolutely nothing in this world that can take you away from him, not now and not ever.
The winger speaks to no one except for the coaching staff as he eventually storms out of the locker room, exchanging a few words about practice and something about more line changes before he is finally let go.
Sebastian doesn’t want to think about hockey anymore. He wants to think about you.
Meanwhile, you were planted outside said locker room with a few of the wives and girlfriends, leaning against the wall while you all tried to talk about anything other than the disaster of a game you’d just watched.
It was hard watching the person you love get so upset and disappointed, especially when knowing how much pressure he puts on himself to be a leader of his team. There were many nights laying in bed, his head resting on your chest, that he revealed the bits and pieces of his carefully shielded heart how responsible he feels for his team’s performance.
How every loss chips away at his self-respect, leaving him feeling broken and lost as he struggles to find a way to get his team back on top. He was only one man, yet felt the weight of a thousand suns bearing down on his shoulders, relying on him to score.
And score he tries. Everything he could do he does; he racks up the points, he makes assists, but all his efforts still couldn’t bring them out on top.
You know Sebastian feels worthless, and you aren’t sure how he’s going to express it as you spot him marching up to you.
“Hey,” is your first word to him, spoken softly and carefully before he pulls you into his chest. The first thing you notice is that he feels like a human furnace; the chill you’d become used to after sitting next to an ice rink for over two hours is immediately replaced with warmth, and you can’t help but bury your head into his chest at the feel of it. “I’m sorry, Sepe.”
The pressure he so often feels immediately dissipates at the sound of your voice. Sebastian releases a strained sigh and curls over your body in a protective embrace, his mind racing with millions of words at a million miles per hour but the only ones he can hear are mine mine mine as you look up at him with unbridled affection.
“Kulta,” My honey, he murmurs, wet strands of hair falling over his eyes as he looks down at you. “You’re still here,” he can’t help but say, almost as if he were expecting you to be gone because he didn’t win.
You soften even more if that were possible. “I would never leave you,” you say with conviction, your words meant to be taken innocently yet all Sebastian could think of is the image of you under him as he thrusts into you, making you say the same words over and over again.
“What was that?”
“I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. C’mon, pretty girl, say it for me again,”
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He needs to get you home, immediately.
Lacing his fingers through yours, the Finn presses a heated kiss to your lips, groaning so deep in his chest it has your face flushing a beautiful shade of red which has him thinking truly awful things before the two of you leave the arena.
Sebastian wants nothing more than to take care of you, and thinks briefly that maybe this is a developing unhealthy coping mechanism in the works, but as he opens the car door for you and locks eyes on the way your lips flash him a sweet smile, he can’t find it in himself to care.
You’re just so innocent; it’s in your nature to see the good in everything, to see the good in him despite his less-than holy thoughts. While he doesn’t consider his sex life with you vanilla by any means, he almost feels guilty for all the degrading ways he was thinking of you.
Sebastian was not on top of his game tonight, but he was determined, now, to be on top of you.
Your mind, however, is running rampant in all of the ways you think this night could go, and with Sebastian’s large hand splayed across your thigh as he drives the two of you home, you’re fairly positive in your understanding of what your role is going to be.
It’s funny because you’ve been with him for several years now and he still never fails to get your heart racing. Everything about him has you feeling a certain type of way, especially now as you catch shy peeks of his side profile; clenched jaw, ruffled hair, and blazing eyes…
You can’t help but rub your thighs together, a pleasurable tingle starting low in your belly and spreading warmth throughout the rest of your body as Sebastian gives you a look that spells trouble.
He adjusts the hold he has on your thigh, gripping the flesh just a little bit tighter. “Gonna get you home soon, don’t worry,” he says, almost to himself. It has your eyes widening and your heart beating faster because the tone of his voice is almost feral.
Sebastian is not what you would consider rough in bed. He has his moments, where he uses his strength to flip you over or manhandle you into whatever position he wants, but he’s never been the type to fuck you against a wall or anything of the sorts.
And as dominating as he could sometimes be, his softer side more than made up for it. Sweet but deep kisses to your lips, teeth lovingly nipping marks onto the sides of your breasts, hands roaming all over your body with gentle squeezes and caresses, and a body that seldom ran out of stamina making sure your pleasure always comes before his.
His mouth, however… Sebastian’s mouth is the word ‘dirty’ personified. Sinful lips creating words you’d never want your mother to hear, and a tongue that knew every weak spot on your body to leave you shivering in its wake.
In fact, you couldn’t help but remember the last time his mouth was put to use. Twas the night before, actually, where his body was restless and his solution to getting his energy out was sliding down the length of your body with whispered praises, slipping your panties to the side with his pointer finger, and attaching his lips first thing to your clit—
The sound of your name from the very voice of the man you were just fantasizing about interrupts your thoughts. You quickly turn to find that Sebastian already powered off and exited the vehicle and is holding your door open for you, looking at you with slight concern.
He says your name again when you fail to respond, suddenly starstruck.
Sebastian is just and his arms are so and his lips so full and kissable and him—
The next thing you know, the Finn has wrapped his large hands around your waist and is yanking you out of the car, mouth swooping down to meet your eager lips.
He kisses the life out of you, simultaneously slamming the car door shut so he can press you hard against it. The thought that you have any semblance of control right now slips through your rattled brain not unlike the slickness you can feel dripping down your legs.
He was the epitome of domineering, in no mood to let you think you had any say in what he is going to do to you. Tonight is about him needing a release, and the only way he is going to get it is through you.
Or, rather, by him burying himself so deep inside you you wouldn’t be able to walk for days. The thought has his cock throbbing, unable to resist pressing his hips into the heat between your thighs.
The feeling of his dick against your most sensitive spot has you releasing a breathless whine, and then your kisses become harder against his lips, more desperate.
Sebastian bites at your bottom lip, his own rising into a smirk once he feels rather than hears the resulting gasp catch in your throat. He lets one of his hands rise from the grip he has on your ass to slide carefully around your neck, firmly grasping the front of your throat to bring you closer.
The action has you flat-out whimpering, your hands sinking into the winger’s hair, tugging at the strands so hard he hisses. Now, the Finn is no submissive by any means, but never have you seen him so, so… Dominant.
You decide right then and there that you rather like this side of him.
“Sepe,” you try to speak, but the words catch in your throat again as his kisses move from your lips, past his hand still gripping your throat, and down to the sensitive skin of your collarbone. “—I can’t,”
He hums, your pleas merely background noise as he sucks red marks into your skin. “Can’t what? Gonna have to be more specific, nappula,”
Button. Oh, you are so fucked. Literally. His button. He called you his button. His his his.
Unable to take his slow teasing, you tear him away from your neck to bring him back to your eager lips, a desperate sound crawling up your throat as his hands move to bury themselves in your hair.
“Take me to bed, please,”
Sebastian practically melts at your words. Knowing your desperation, he moves his hands back from your hair down to your thighs, tapping once and then twice where you finally got the memo to jump. He curls your legs over his hips, sliding one hand under your ass with the other pressing supportively against the small of your back.
The five-second walk to the front door has the hand previously holding your back trembling as he fumbles with his keys. Finally opening the door after forcing himself to focus, despite the feeling of your mouth leaving teasing nips and kisses, Sebastian mutters a long string of curses as he hurriedly steps into the house, swiftly kicking the door shut behind him.
“Such a fucking tease,” he rasps into your ear, his free hand grasping onto the back of your neck to bring you back to his lips. He kisses you sensually, reveling in the softness of your body molding perfectly against his. “Bet you’ve been waiting for me all night.”
You nod rapidly in agreement, hands trying to find purchase on the smooth lines of his suit so you could begin tearing it off of him. “I’m always wanting you, Sepe,”
Sebastian hisses another curse, and the next thing you know your back is landing softly on the large mattress that is his bed. He gives you no time to gather your thoughts before he’s climbing on top of you. His calloused hands slip under your shirt to remove it, granting him full access to knead at your tits.
The forward kisses you again, tongue tracing lines across your bottom lip before forcefully pushing his way in. You can feel him everywhere and nowhere all at once, a strangled sound escaping your throat as his hips start grinding into the throbbing heat between your legs.
“Seb,” you try, back arching as his hands skillfully move to unclasp your bra. “Oh fuck, Seb, please,”
The sound of your cries has Sebastian grinning wolfishly, your desperation filling him with a sick sense of pride. “Please what?”
Suddenly, you understand his teammates just a little bit more when they would call him a little shit and other various, foul nicknames in front of you.
Clumsily grabbing one of his hands from where it was still massaging your tit, your legs fall open as you press his palm directly over the material of your pants, almost positive they were wet. “Please just touch me, please—”
Your babbling is interrupted when he begins peppering your face with soothing kisses, apologetically rubbing his thumb over your nipple while the other makes its way under your pants and down to your slit, thoroughly soaked with your arousal.
“This all for me?” he coos as two fingers run through your lips, taking the natural lubricant to rub tight circles over your clit. “You’re soaked, kisu.”
The resulting mewl that escapes you afterwards lives up to the name he just called you. Kitty.
Sebastian watches your reactions with hooded eyes, taking note of the way your breath hitches when he rubs your clit a certain way; he knows the ins and outs of your body by now, but every time you have sex there is still something new to learn, and there is nothing Sebastian is if not eager to learn. He’s particularly fond of the way you arch into him as he sinks two fingers inside you, grinning as you cry out while the calloused pads of his fingertips curl against the spongy wall of nerves nestled near the front of your walls.
With panting breaths and strangled moans, your thighs shake as his thumb finds its way back to your clit and rubs it in circles the same way his fingers are doing inside you. Your stomach feels as if it’s in knots, hands gripping the sheets beneath you so hard they’ve gone numb, and your mind is blissfully blank except for the repetitive thought of more more more.
You echo this sentiment to him, to which he merely picks up the pace in response. It’s almost too much but a good too much, like the peak of your pleasure is just climbing higher and higher, almost impossible to reach but you can feel it right there—
Suddenly, all pleasurable movements stop. You snap your head up, aghast, cheeks flushed with arousal and now irritation because were were so fucking close and now all you’re left with is a disappointed burn between your legs. “Sebastian, what the actual fuck,”
The very man himself licks his lips, looking all too pleased with the way you’re relying on him to help you finish. “Patience,” is all he says, flashing you a shiny smile before skilled hands are sliding the rest of your pants and underwear down your legs. Instinctively your legs try to close at the feel of cold air hitting your pussy, but Sebastian is having none of it as he swiftly pries your thighs back apart.
“Shy?” He teases, stroking your inner thigh before pulling his shirt off his head. You have a reply prepared, but quickly lose your train of thought as his torso is revealed; Sebastian is all hard planes of muscle, golden skin with a light dusting of body hair, and so distinctly male he has you practically drooling as you reach out to trail your hands down his chest.
“You’re beautiful,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his waist to bring his body down on top of yours. You want, no, need him close to you. While your veins were still full of liquid fire, your nerves so hot that every brush of his skin against yours left you quaking, there is still a certain amount of intimacy that could always be found within your actions towards each other.
A certain intimacy that leads to whispered praises like these; Sebastian flushes, momentarily forgetting the role he vowed to take after the agony that had been wreaking havoc in his mind since his team’s loss. “Kulta,” he says, breath hitching as he presses his lips to your neck to taste the light sheen of sweat covering your skin. He kisses your body like you are his shrine, sworn to you in utter devotion. “Kaunis tyttöni.”
My beautiful girl. Every word from that point onward tumbles past his lips in Finnish, because in what other way can he describe the beauty you encapsulate? You are an angel, after all, his angel, in fact, and his only. With his hands settling on the curves of your waist to further cement his point, he continues his assault on your neck with teeth and tongue all while he grinds his covered dick against your bare pussy.
“Sebastian?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me, please,”
And just like that, the indescribable need to claim claim claim takes over his body once more. His eyes darken, the lust swallowing his senses moving him to quickly strip the slacks he wore off his legs, and then he reaches into his boxers to pull out his dick.
You could never get over the sight of his cock, you think momentarily as you stare, mesmerized by the flushed head and leaking tip. He took on more girth than length, and to you it’s nothing less than perfect because Sebastian is the only man who has ever gotten you to the point where you’re unable to walk the next day.
Maybe that speaks more of his knowledge of the female anatomy compared to your exes, but nonetheless you’re grateful.
You bite your lip, one of your hands falling from his back to reach down and take his erection in your hand. Sebastian hisses through his teeth at the feeling of you gripping him, and watches for a moment as you stroke him almost gently.
“I’m going to need you to stop that,” he speaks, a groan following right after before he quickly swats your hand away.
You frown, a slight pout on your lips. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to come in two minutes like a teenager if you keep it up, kisu.”
“Well when you say it like that—”
You’re interrupted by Sebastian slamming your lips back together, your words gone just as quickly as they’d come. Oh, how you could kiss him for ages and never be sick of it. You say this to him, or at least attempt to, before his hand not buried in your hair finds its way back down to your clit and rubs rather roughly.
“Want to taste you,” he mumbles, drunk on the sight of you under him as he lines up his dick with your entrance. “Want to taste you so bad. But I need to be inside you first,”
You try to respond, but then Sebastian is kissing you again right as the head of his cock pushes its way into your cunt. It burns, but a good burn because you would never be used to his size and the feel of him sliding deeper sets all your nerve endings on fire. You’re forced to adjust quickly, and something about him not caring if you’re ready or not has you dripping.
“Oh fuck,” you whine, restless hands weaving through his hair and all over his back, refusing to settle. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, too consumed with how good it felt being stretched to lie still beneath him. “Feels so good, Seb,”
“Yeah?” he huffs into your ear, hot breaths against your skin sending shivers down your spine. “God, you’re perfect,” Sebastian groans, his hips suddenly snapping forward. The angle has him hitting the sweet spot inside you perfectly, your walls clamping down tight around him which sends you both spiraling.
You cry out as he begins moving, the strength behind the force of his thrusts staggering because very rarely did he lose control with you. Sebastian tends to treat you like priceless jewelry, but you’re anything but tonight as his teeth sink into your neck to muffle his moans.
His pubic bone rubs against your clit deliciously every time his hips come down, and you couldn’t help but try and tilt your own upwards to match him. Sebastian clearly appreciates your efforts, hissing something that sounds distinctively like a curse.
Past the ringing in your ears, you can hear him muttering to himself. His eyes are squeezed shut against the rolling tides of pleasure coursing through his body, but his mouth is anything but closed. Then his head is lifting suddenly, hair now slick with sweat hanging over his eyes as he looks down at you.
“I need you to come around me,” he says, voice nothing more than a rasp. “Want to feel you squeezing me.”
“Please,” you interrupt, but he either doesn’t hear your plea or chooses to ignore you.
“Then I’m going to taste you, and when you come I’m going to fuck you again.”
Your head is nodding rapidly at his words because there is zero part of you that ever wants him to stop. It was almost primitive the way he was taking you, and you maybe liked it a little more than you should.
Sebastian picks up the pace, and you find yourself thankful - not for the first time - for his insane amount of stamina. The strength conditioning he goes through on a daily basis makes you wonder how he doesn’t just die, but nonetheless you can’t help but appreciate it.
His hands find their way under your back in the midst of your appreciative thoughts, settled on your lower back just above your ass, when he tilts your hips up and his cock strikes the sensitive, spongy spot inside you head-on. It has you keening loudly, uncontrollably—one of your hands previously gripping the sheets jerkily moves to cover your mouth, your own noises embarrassing you.
He doesn’t notice at first, too busy moving his hips in the same pattern as before because he enjoys the way you grip him like a vice, your body’s way of telling him he’s doing a good job, but when he sees you trying to muffle your noises he instantly grows possessive.
Possessive of you, your noises, because in his feral mind everything about you belongs to him and Sebastian doesn’t want you ever holding yourself back. Your name falls from his lips darkly, “You don’t hide yourself from me,” one of his hands drags yours from your mouth, the other splaying across your lower back to keep your body in the same position.
You try to apologize, but your breath escapes you when his hand slides itself down your body, brushing past one of your nipples, then dipping into your navel where his fingers once again find your swollen clit. He rubs quickly, dick ramming into you even faster than before.
Now more than ever Sebastian wants you to come undone beneath him, and soon he gets his wish as the calloused pads of his fingertips roll your clit in time with one, two, and then on the third thrust your entire body seizes.
Tensing, clenching, shuddering—your eyes flutter as your vision goes white, and you feel nothing except for wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure rushing through you. Vaguely, you feel what you think is Sebastian gently continuing his ministrations on your clit in time with slow thrusts, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm.
Then your eyes are opening after what feels like hours but had really only been minutes of you going still. You tense again, this time with sensitivity rather than pleasure, and he reads your body perfectly as he slides out of you, removing his fingers from your clit at the same time.
You come to a realization then, “Wait, you didn’t come,” you murmur, and Sebastian has a mischievous sparkle in his eye that makes you think he held himself back on purpose. You’re proven right when he suddenly slides down your body, hands prying your thighs apart before settling on your hips, holding you open like his very own buffet.
He lets out a long sound, like he still can’t believe you’re right here in front of him, and then his mouth is meeting the slick folds of your pussy. The timespan between your first orgasm and him now feasting on you has your mind reeling, blissfully going numb as his warm, wet tongue licks into you.
“Sepe,” you whine, having not yet decided if you could handle another orgasm so close to your last. He parrots your name back, the vibrations from his voice rumbling pleasantly. “You can take it,” he coos, hooded eyes watching your face as his lips now fully latch onto your clit. He sucks, steadily picking up the intensity until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably.
He doesn’t stop, not as your cries grow louder and you subconsciously try squirming away from him. He just holds your hips down, anyways. As his tongue joins the mix, dipping down to flick at your nub suctioned in between his lips, one of his hands moves down to dip two fingers into your folds.
Sebastian groans at your wet heat enveloping his digits, already greedy for the feeling of you squeezing his dick again. Then he starts thrusting his finger, timing it with the flicks of his tongue, and then you’re coming all over again. “There you go, such a good girl for me,” he praises as your pussy spasms, eagerly lapping up your juices like you’re his favorite meal.
Oh god. You are officially fucked-out. You definitely have a bad case of sex-for-brains. You can’t think beyond the sensitivity of your overwhelmed nether regions, and yet as Sebastian crawls up your body for the third time you can’t help but have your legs fall open to welcome him.
This is new for him, too. Sebastian’s endurance is extraordinary, yes, but he never really let himself use it to his full extent with you. Now, though? He wants to explore the thrill of dominance, of controlling you when everything else in his life slips through his fingers.
Against his will, he thinks of his team for a moment. It’s still too raw of a feeling, he finds, hating the way disappointment and frustration bubbles up inside him. Sebastian swallows roughly, squeezes his eyes shut as if that would help block out the sound of the final buzzer ringing in his ears, and then kisses you to distract himself.
As he lines himself back up with your entrance, you both find that the energized tension between you has cooled significantly. Sebastian is less restless and jerky with his movements, and your desperation has cooled as your legs wrap around his waist. He whimpers into your neck, then, his arms curling under your back to press your bodies even closer together.
Your roles switch, and you whisper sweet and dirty nothings into Sebastian’s ear as his hips roll into you. The head of his cock scratches that delicious part inside of you, and soon your words turn into gasps which are music to his ears. One thrust has you squeezing him particularly hard, and his rhythm stutters. “Fuck, you feel amazing,”
His lips form into an o-shape, and suddenly he finds that his high is coming (hah) much quicker than expected. He expresses such, or thinks he does, because all you do is moan in response when his thrusts pick up speed.
He wants to send you into your third orgasm before letting go himself, and even though Sebastian has been rather selfish tonight, one thing that would never change is that your pleasure would always come before his—no matter what.
“Gonna come for me?” Sebastian teases, lips managing to curl into a brief smirk before you’re squeezing him again, wiping it right off his face. “Yeah? Look so pretty taking my cock, baby,”
“I’m close,”
“I know. Let go for me.”
And let go you do. You seize up, not for the first time tonight, before shuddering with full force in the wake of your third release. Your vision goes white in time with the ringing of your ears as you’re consumed in it, feeling too much but also not enough at the same time because your boyfriend is a force you could never get sick of.
Your walls are squeezing Sebastian like a vice, and it only takes him a few more thrusts as you ride out your orgasm before he’s falling into his own. He groans from deep in his chest, arms shakily moving to rest on either side of your head as he buries his own in your neck.
He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as his dick pulses inside you, pumping you full of his cum while you shudder beneath him. It fills Sebastian with a primal sense of satisfaction, knowing he’s claimed you from the inside out.
You’re his, still repeats itself in his mind on repeat, until both of your bodies are spent and he’s rolling off of you exhaustedly. You’re still panting when he turns to look at you, and without hesitation he pulls you into his chest so you can rest your tired body against his.
It takes you a few minutes until you can muster the energy to move, and when you do it’s to tilt your head up to look up at him. You murmur his name, quietly, lest you disturb the fragile peace the two of you find yourselves in. “Sepe?”
“Mhmm?”
“Do you feel better?” It’s a loaded question, you both know, and he takes a few minutes to think about it.
Sebastian’s body feels better, yes. It’s limp, relaxed, the achy tension long-gone from his muscles. The moment he first sank into you he felt immensely better, actually, now that he thinks about it.
His mind, however, is a completely different story.
Colors of red, orange, and blue flash behind his eyes; the colors of his jersey and the opposing team’s, with the haunting sound of the final buzzer still playing in his memory. He thinks of the anger, of his teammates’ faces as they marched defeatedly into the locker room.
No, he thinks with sudden clarity. No, he doesn’t feel better. Sebastian doesn’t say this though; it probably isn’t the answer you want to hear, considering how you explored a new aspect of your relationship tonight.
You know, though. You always know—Sebastian is your better half, and you can understand him more than your own self sometimes, now being one of those moments.
“I love you,” you say after several minutes of silence. Your declaration - the first of the night, he suddenly realizes - says everything he needs to know, about how you feel for him and that he has your support no matter what.
Sebastian swallows, finding that his throat is parched. Lying naked under the sheets, vulnerable and oh-so-exposed, he lowers his head to kiss you sweetly. You mold together softly, and a low rumble can be felt from his chest as you gently nip at his bottom lip.
He is a man of few words, preferring to show his feelings with actions rather than words and this just happened to be one of those moments. He loves you so much, more than words can describe, his lips say, before they gently part from yours.
You admire him in his full glory before he opens his mouth to speak. His hair is incredibly ruffled, from both your hands and the game he played, his full lips swollen red from your kisses, and his eyes have a light sheen to him that suggest he’s more emotional than letting on.
Sebastian raises a hand to your cheek, large yet gentle palm caressing the soft skin as he gazes at you like you’re precious porcelain. “I love you,”
Your lips break into a small smile, and then you’re curling farther into his chest. You’re far too comfortable to move, figuring aftercare in the bathtub can come later. For now, you’re content; your body is sated, and with his cum dripping down your legs you’ve never felt so full with love.
Sebastian knows he has hell to face tomorrow morning. He knows it, but doesn’t really care. For now, in the peaceful silence of his room with only the gentle sounds of your breaths to keep him company, he chooses to forget.
He’s only one man, after all. He can’t carry his team, but he can carry you.
A/N: This is the first time I've written in present tense, which was actually a lot harder than I thought because I kept using past tense action verbs 💀 it was a fun challenge though!! Hopefully my parents never ask me what exactly it is that I write about because. Uh. Yeah. Once again, please reblog and comment :))
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King Sized Bed
Sebastian Aho
Authors note! This is a work of fiction and of my imagination. This is in no way based on true events or how I think these people would act in real life. If you don’t like the fic please scroll on, if you do like it please reblog or give a ❤️! Much love to all of you!
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Triggers: Cursing, drinking. Suggested adult activities but no actual smut. I think that’s it.
Enjoy!
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You’d always enjoyed sports. Hockey especially, so when you and your best friend moved to Raleigh North Carolina for school it was just a perk that you could attend the occasional hockey game. That was until your best friend had caught the eye of a certain Finnish player. Teuvo Teräväinen. They’d met at a bar after a big playoff win, she looked so happy, and you loved that. A few months into them dating it was almost required for her to be at every game during the new season, not that you were complaining. You loved spending time with her and of course seeing hot nhl players was a huge perk to your shenanigans, but as always the world had a funny way of bringing certain people together and wherever one Finn went, there was another close by. Which was how your little crush on Sebastian Aho developed.
When your best friend got her ticket for the game from Teuvo, yours came shortly after. Always seated together. Always close to the home bench. Always close to the ice. You thought it was just Teuvo telling Sebastian he didn’t want his girlfriend being alone at the games and that your ticket was being forced from the forward, but truthfully Sebastian was actually extremely excited that he could give his ticket to someone. Especially you. He thought it was perfect. Teuvo being his best friend and dating your best friend. It all made sense, but he was a man who didn’t express his emotions very often, so he left it alone. Just dropping hints with the free tickets and invites to all the parties as his ‘plus one’ or more so Teuvos ‘extra plus one’. He found your obliviousness endearing. No matter how obvious he was with his flirting or comments about how happy he was to see you, you never caught on to the genuine feelings and truth behind his actions. Or if you did you just brushed it off, although he saw right through your nerves and shyness.
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Waiting down in the tunnels by the locker rooms at the end of the games were always your least favorite. You didn’t belong there, no matter how hard your best friend tried to get you to feel comfortable you just weren’t. All the girlfriends and wives were gorgeous and dressed to the nines. Most of the time you just wore jeans or leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. Then of course there were the puck bunnies, leaving very little to the imagination. Not that you were one to judge, you always said ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it’. You knew you had a nice body, you just preferred not to show it off around the wags and at games. You tried to ignore the stares from the wags and groupies, but soon all you could hear was the girls trying to get the attention of some of the players. Teuvo came over grabbing your best friend and whisking her away, you laughed because you knew he hated the extra attention after they left the locker room. You soon felt a hand on your back, turning to see the most beautiful brown eyes you had ever seen, of course belonging to the man who had your feelings all over the place.
“Hey Sebastian, good game out there. You guys played great” and you meant it. He was on fire, and everyone knew it.
“Thank you for coming to watch, means a lot” he said without breaking eye contact.
He looked up at his friends and noticed they had all headed towards the parking lot.
“Did you drive here? I can take you home if not” Sebastian said “I think your ride is leaving.”
“We grabbed an Uber, I didn’t really think of having a plan to drive home” you laughed, slightly embarrassed by the lack of planning on your end.
“No worries, I’m glad to drive you” he grabbed your hand and led you towards the parking lot.
The ride to your apartment was too short. His hand immediately finding a spot on your thigh, and your hand immediately finding the top of his. You guys found your hands constantly touching each other when no one else was around. He had asked about your schooling and how everything was going with your last year. You asked him about the upcoming games. It was all very domestic and you couldn’t help but think what everyday life would be like with him. As he pulled up to your apartment neither of you moved. How comfortable you were around him spoke volumes. You had never really felt this comfortable around anyone besides your best friend. Looking down at your hands you started playing with his fingers . “Thank you for driving me home Sebastian” you smiled at him.
He smiled back as you opened the door and walked towards your apartment building. As you buzzed yourself in you turned to find him still sitting there watching you. Making sure you made it safe.
Ten minutes later a text came through to your phone.
From Fishy 🐠:
How were your seats for the game this time? Were they ok?
To Fishy 🐠:
They were perfect. Thank you ❤️
From Fishy🐠:
Some of the guys and their girlfriends are coming over tomorrow night. You should come.
To Fishy 🐠:
I’d love to. Goodnight Sebastian 💕
Throwing his phone to the side. He stared at his ceiling. This was his chance. He had spent months trying to find a way to make his move on you. He knew how you felt about him. He’s seen multiple text conversations between Teuvo and his girlfriend and heard multiple phone calls between the two girls, unknowingly to the girl in question of course. She would die of embarrassment had she known what he knew. He had tried to make his feelings clear but somehow you hadn’t caught on to any of his hints. He was just going to have to be more forward the next time he saw you.
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You and your best friend were getting ready for the party at Sebastian’s house. They had a great month as far as games went and the guys wanted to celebrate. It wasn’t uncommon for you and your best friend to get ready together on FaceTime. Normally she would come over to get ready with you but she had stayed with Teuvo the previous night. You technically still lived together but you couldn’t blame her for wanting to stay with her hot nhl boyfriend overnight. In fact you were positive you’d do the same thing if you had a hot nhl boyfriend. Suddenly a teasing voice came over the phone breaking you out of your thoughts.
“So you do realize you actually have to talk to Fishy tonight right? Especially since he’s the one that invited you” Teuvo teased you.
“Oh my God Teuvo stop. She’s already nervous” your best friend said.
“I talk to him! And you really shouldn’t be going through our text conversations, there’s classified information in there” You said rolling your eyes and glaring at your phone. Teuvo just rolling his eyes back at you. This was a common conversation between the three of you. “What are you wearing tonight?” You added, deciding to ignore her boyfriend.
“A short tight dress! Maybe you do the same!” Teuvo shouted.
“Ok you’re done, out!” Your best friend said as she was pushing Teuvo out of the bathroom she was getting ready in. “Anyway, I am wearing that cute little navy dress I bought two weeks ago” she said as she went back to curling her hair.
“So a short tight dress” you said laughing.
“Oh wear that cute black strappy one! The one you wore for New Years last year! Oh my gosh Sebastian is gonna die when he sees you in that again” your best friend said.
“Ugh, I remember waking up on his couch the next morning” you groaned.
“Nooooo, you remember the both of you waking up on that couch, and he damn near ripped Seth’s head off when Seth commented how good you looked” your best friend said grinning at you “anyway I think we are gonna leave soon, text me when you head out. Love you!!”
“Love you bye” you threw yourself on your bed and sighed as she hung up the phone. Thinking back to New Years, that happened to be the first night you had spent with him, all innocent of course. You had too much to drink and Sebastian was kind enough to let you crash on his couch, in his arms. Looking at the clock you decided you had wasted enough time. It was now or never, and you were dying to see a certain Finn tonight.
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You wore the dress. Because of course you did. You put your car in park as you looked up at the house, there were a few cars out front but not many. Assuming only a few players with their significant others and all the single guys came over. You checked your makeup in the mirror one last time. Letting out a long breath you grabbed your keys and got out of the car. As you made your way to the front door, slowing your strides, your delusions began to kick in. Wondering what it would be like to come home to this house every night. To have one of the star players come home to you every night. To have him love you in ways no other man ever could. Was this a crush? No, it was much more. It was just now that you realized you were in love with Sebastian.
You walked in to the house and were immediately greeted with the sounds of laughter and chatter from all the people you had grown close to in the last year. You saw him as soon as you walked in, his eyes catching yours and for a moment time stood still. He looked good. His brown eyes softening and a small smile crept on his face. Before you could even take a moment to breathe your best friend and a few of the other girlfriend’s immediately greeted you and you soon felt at ease. What you didn’t see is how Sebastian’s gaze dragged down your body, inappropriate thoughts flooding his mind as he saw what you happened to be wearing, and then smirking at the memory of New Years when you fell asleep in his arms wearing that particular dress. He took a drink as he jumped back in to the conversation between Seth and KK.
As the night went on you slowly drank your glass of wine. Not wanting to drink too much or too fast so you could drive home later. The party had slowly moved to the back yard around the fire pit. As you finished your wine you got up and walked back into the house to put your glass away and to get a drink of water. Sebastian watching you. Teuvo nudged him and Sebastian downed his beer and followed you into the house, it was now or never. Oblivious to what was happening behind you, you noticed some empty food containers and wine bottles on the counter, setting your glass down you decided to tidy up a bit.
“You don’t need to clean y/n” Sebastian said as he opened the fridge to grab another bottle of wine “have another glass of wine and come back outside, let’s just relax and enjoy time with our friends.”
“Umm, I think I’ll just have water, I need to drive home tonight” you said quietly, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.
Sebastian looked behind him making sure no one was eavesdropping. He stepped closer to you.
“You are always welcome to stay here” he said as he grabbed your glass from in front of you. “I’ll move your car into the driveway.” He held his hand out for your keys.
“I don’t want to impose Sebastian, you’ve got a lot going on tonight” you smiled shyly.
“Y/n” the way he said your name was so sensual, eyes staring so intensely at you “at what point are we going to acknowledge what’s happening between us.”
“I don’t know what you mean” you tried avoiding his piercing stare, as he cornered you in the kitchen.
“I’ve got a spare bedroom, and I’ve got a very comfortable couch, as you already know.” Your heart almost stops as he steps closer to you, he puts a hand on your waist as he pours more wine in your glass. Your favorite wine, of course he had that in his fridge, you thought. He knows everything about you.
“Or… I’ve got half of a very comfortable king sized bed that isn’t being used” he sets the wine bottle down, “unless you find yourself on my half of the bed” he smirked, he then sets the water bottle next to the glass of wine he just poured. You realizing he’s making you choose. This decision was more than just water or wine. Water meaning staying friends, and wine meaning more.
“You are more than welcome to any of those three options, but..” he grabs your chin and drags his thump down your bottom lip, tilting your head up to look at him. “The king sized bed is definitely the more..” he paused, “enticing option.” His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes “your choice love.” He walks away and back outside.
You felt hot, the room was all of a sudden so small. Did that actually happen? Did he actually just invite you to his bed? You stared at the bottle of water and then moved your gaze to the wine glass. A million thoughts were running through your head. Looking outside you saw all your friends, how they were with their significant others. You deserved to be happy too. And Sebastian could give you that, you knew you’d be happy with him, and he’d be happy with you. All you’ve ever wanted just right in front of you. Taking a deep breath you grabbed the glass of wine and made your way back outside to your friends. Catching Sebastian’s eye over the fire he smirked, noticing the wine glass in your hand. A silent confirmation as to what was going to happen later that night. You turned into your best friends side and told her about the encounter that happened just a few minutes ago in the kitchen. Her eyes shooting to the Finnish players. A silent conversation happening between her and Teuvo as they made eye contact.
“It’s about time, I’ve been waiting for this to happen for months. You better call me as soon as possible tomorrow morning” she smiled at you.
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You were slightly more relaxed after the second glass of wine, very much coherent and in control of your actions, you had just enough alcohol to take the edge off. The party started to dwindle. Teuvo and your best friend currently saying their goodbyes. As soon as the front door lock clicked into place you immediately felt his gaze on you. His eyes taking every part of your body in, and you doing the same to him. His broad shoulders, his muscular chest. Everything about him was just beautiful. He truly was one of the most attractive men you’ve seen. And he wanted you. He made that very clear earlier.
“Should I set up the spare room for you or are you joining me tonight” he spoke so calm and confident. His gaze so intense.
“I think I’d like to stay with you tonight, if that’s okay” you said quietly but with just as much confidence.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for you to say that” he said as he walked towards you. You could practically feel his heart beating just as fast as yours as he pulled you into a kiss, your lips moving together so perfectly. Electricity shooting down your spine. As he pulled away you could only think of what he was like in bed, what you two would feel like together in such intimate moments in his bedroom. What caught you off guard was how relaxed you became as soon as his lips met yours the second time. No more nerves, no more anxiety, you felt at home. Your mind reluctantly went to a moment last year when your best friend had met Teuvo.
*flashback*
Hearing the front door shut you said “so.. how was your night?” You turned to smirk at your best friend.
“He is absolutely incredible y/n. It was the perfect date and the perfect night and he’s just so…” your best friend gushed on and on about her date with a guy she met a few days ago.
“Let me guess, perfect?” You laughed.
“Y/n I wasn’t even nervous around him. That’s how you know you’ve met the right person. There’s no nerves, there’s no anxiousness. Just calm. He’s the one I know it.” Your best friend laid on the couch next to you.
“I’m happy for you, you deserve to be happy” you said genuinely.
“Who would have thought my person was THE Teuvo Teräväinen of the Carolina Hurricanes.”
*present*
Soon it was a flash of teeth clashing and hands grabbing. Clothes disappearing as he lead you to his bedroom. You soon felt your back hit his mattress and good lord he was right. The king bed was definitely the best option of the night. As the rest of your clothes came off the praises began. You had never felt more beautiful than in that moment. In such intimate moments where men often become selfish, Sebastian was the opposite. He spent all night worshiping every single inch of your body, making you feel like the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Putting your pleasure before his, and he definitely satisfied you more than once. As you both came down from your highs your breathing started to slow. Cuddled into his chest and drawing shapes on his stomach with your fingers. In that moment you both realized you were it for each other. He shifted a bit and you looked up towards his face, grabbing your chin and kissing you softly one more time that night.
“In case I wasn’t clear enough, I really want to see where this relationship can go” Sebastian spoke softly.
“I think I’d like that” you whispered.
“Goodnight y/n”.
“Goodnight Sebastian”.
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don't overthink when you could be loving me - sebastian aho
summary: Your inadvertent friendship with some of the Canes players was not something you advertized in your day-to-day life. But an evening of Friday night drinks changes that when you find yourself trapped in the same bar with your co-workers and one love-struck Sebastian Aho who’s determined to make it known that you’re spoken for… well, tentatively that is.
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author's note: one month in the making and i'm not even convinced that this is of any quality. but if i don't put it out now, i never will. i'm going to do another proofread but don't worry, if there are going to be any edits, it'll just be fixing up typos / grammar.
tag list: @kashee-h
You won’t lie. You weren’t always the biggest believer in keeping your personal life and work life separate.
Despite the numerous warnings about how “your colleagues are not your friends”, you couldn’t help but merge the two words into a synonymous figure. By this point in your life, you could probably ballpark that half of your closest friends were acquired from the various roles you were appointed. You’ve always felt like you’ve lucked out in that department.
The moment when your luck seemed to wear out was at your very first grad role.
With a newly minted finance degree in one hand and just about $50,000 in the other, the bar wasn’t set particularly high in terms of quality for a grad role. So when you received the congratulatory phone call from human resources, you didn’t care about the questionably low pay or how weirdly vague your interviewers were about overtime practices, you were just happy to finally have something substantial splashed across your resume.
Your first month wasn’t anything to write home about. As expected, everyone was cordial, you were given grunt work, and you would routinely eat tune rice and veg for lunch - something that was weirdly unique to the corporate world.
Where the comfort flipped was the night that the firm hosted its annual Thank You Dinner. What was announced as a company event hosted by the executives to say thank you to its employees for their efforts was actually disguised as a night of debauchery at the expense of the firm’s bottom line - but you didn’t know that yet.
So when a passing comment about the Canes turns into a full-blown conversation piece at your table, your wine-induced lips couldn’t help but let something slip.
It’s not like you ran around advertising the fact that you were family friends with Seth Jarvis growing up. But hockey culture was thriving in Raleigh and moments where a mention of the Canes wasn’t thrown into the mix rarely occurred.
More often than not, you were happy to pass on any unused tickets that Seth had reserved in your name every year. Of course, generally, nobody questions where the tickets came from the first time around - free tickets are free tickets. But by the fourth round? Who would still believe that you just accidentally purchased lower-bowl seats not knowing you already had plans?
You would eventually let up that maybe you were better acquainted with the Canes than on just a last-name and number basis. And the reactions that followed usually panned out the same way. You’d receive looks that crossed between amazement and disbelief, followed by thirty minutes of inquisitioning, and then the excitement of the news would eventually fade before moving on to something salacious that had happened earlier that week.
But the news of your affiliation that night was volatile.
Suddenly, your tickets weren’t viewed as a generous offering but rather as a right. People in different departments whom you had never met started taking you out for lunches with a casual mention of how they hadn’t ever been to a live game; your boss expected you to give them up for the sake of appeasing potential clients; girls would invite you out with the hopes of them showing up to wherever you were.
You handed in your resignation six months later.
So when you signed your letter of offer for your new role, you made a silent promise to yourself to keep that portion of your life separate. So, you distanced yourself.
Seth had noticed. He had known that you would occasionally give up your tickets when you knew you weren’t able to make a game. But as more and more weeks had passed, he had maybe seen your seats filled twice: once by a few of your closest girlfriends and the other was when your parents had come to town for a long weekend.
Outings with him and the team became infrequent as you declined to attend any sort of public event that would bear the risk of you being caught out by your new colleagues. And when you were eventually questioned why, you simply excused that your new job had you locked down.
The second person to notice your increasing absence was Sebastian.
Since Seth’s rookie days, you had been, on more than several occasions, his plus one to team events. And over the years, you had gotten to know some of the younger members who were able to keep up with Seth’s redbull-fueled energy. That included Sebastian.
The first time you had actually properly spoken to him was at a Canes charity gala. Seth and KK had been swept into a conversation by a few board members, leaving you to quietly people-watch from your assigned seat.
****
“Refill?”
You turned to find Sebastian with an arm extended out; a glass of champagne delicately sat between his fingers. You returned a grateful smile as he sat down in Seth’s seat.
“You manage to avoid the noise fest?” you lightly poked, looking over at Seth where Andrei and Jack were now caught.
He let out a laugh and shook his head while looking down, “I’ve definitely done my fair share of the sucking up.”
“You didn’t feel like joining your boyfriend?”
You choked on your drink as soon as the assumption left his mouth. You couldn’t help but begin laughing as you coughed up a response, “Oh my god, no. Seth and I grew up together back home. Our parents were close friends.”
His cheeks flushed red at the revelation.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed because you’ve come to a few of these things with him before and you’re at our games a lot,” he tried to reason as he rubbed the back of his neck to ease the embarrassment.
You shook your head with the same amused donned across your face, “he’s really never mentioned that we grew together as kids?”
“I’m sure he’s mentioned it but it’s hard to catch everything he says. He talks… a lot.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the blunt statement.
You had found it easy to talk to Sebastian. The conversation flowed seamlessly, from the standard questioning of each other’s jobs to the shared ache of missing home. Before you knew it, Seth had returned with a sheepish look on his face; apologetic for his disappearance but not missing the flash of disappointment across his teammate’s face when you said goodnight.
After that, the trajectory of your relationship with Sebastian had shifted into something more. Sure, you both became closer as friends, growing comfortable in the presence of one another. But as time went on you couldn’t help but feel like the line between you two would occasionally go hazy; blurring completely on a night out following a hard-fought win.
****
Every summer that comes around reminds you of how incomprehensible the energy can be in Raleigh.
The city came alive as holidayers passed through, the nights drew out longer, and the cool drinks were more than welcome from people who were looking to escape the heat. Which is how you found yourself sitting at a beer hall three blocks from your office in downtown Raleigh.
Unsurprisingly, the bar was packed on a Friday evening and you could only expect it to ramp up even more when your eyes fell on the sight of a band setting up stage for the night.
“Here, grab these first and I’ll bring over the rest.”
Maddy slides over 3 glasses to you and pulls out her card to start a tab for the table. You met Maddy on your first day when you were doing the round with HR. They had introduced her as your “office buddy”, to which Maddy later rolled her eyes at and reassured you that she wouldn’t be as micro-managing as they had made it out to be.
She took you to lunch and gave you her version of the onboarding special which basically involved giving you the run down of who you didn’t want to piss off if you ever wanted to be promoted.
It wasn’t long before you both became each other’s go-to person at work when things went to shit and sometimes the occasional debrief session at Thursday wines where she updated you about how her dating life was tracking.
You pull together the glasses and place them into a firm grasp between your hands before turning around to make a beeline for the table with Maddy trailing behind you. There are a few familiar faces from your team and some that you don’t think you’ve ever met before but you know that Maddy is a big fan of getting into the good graces of other departments.
Your phone screen lights up before you can even take a sip from the glass causing you to divert your attention.
Last weekend before we’re due back for pre-season training. Come out with us tonight? - Jarvy
You feel a pang of guilt with the sudden reminder that Seth just unintentionally gave you.
Your MIA-ness had begun a month before the playoffs started. Granted you still followed every game from the comfort of your home, but your continued in-person absence did not go unnoticed. Even more so after the 4-0 Conference Finals loss to the Panthers, where Sebastian wanted nothing more than to feel the comfort of your presence to ease the heartbreak.
Instead, he had to settle for an “I’m sorry.” text.
And in your defence, you had tried to see him when they returned home but the timing was never quite right as Sebastian took off for Finland a few weeks later as a last-minute guest for his cousin’s wedding.
You were able to catch Seth a handful of times before he also took flight: Winnipeg for home, Chicago for Lollapalooza, and Cabo with KK and Svech from the look of his Instagram stories.
He waved away your apologies and said he understood that you were flat out with work and that he hoped you weren’t working yourself too hard. All you could do was return a meek smile and be thankful that he didn’t press about it further.
Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, trying to rack your brain for an excuse that wouldn’t leave any room for further persuasion.
Sorry :( feeling too run down from the week. Next time though!
You take one more look at your phone as Seth sends you the ‘Boo, You Whore!’ gif from Mean Girls, causing you to crack a small smile.
“Better offer somewhere else?”
Your head snaps up and meets the eyes of one of the unfamiliar faces sitting across you.
“I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Charlie, I just joined the legal counsel,” he offers with a smile. And it’s a pretty damn good smile too.
You’re quickly swept up into a conversation with Charlie. You learn that he recently relocated from Boston, he has a labrador named Ollie, and that he’s heard of a fantastic restaurant down the road that he’s been “dying” to check out with someone. That last part is followed with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
He’s not bad-looking, you’ll give him that much. Maybe a year ago he would have been your type. But lately, you’ve seemed to turn away from the sharp jawlines and blue eyes, and instead look for softer and warmer features with maybe a small scar carved into the bottom of their lip...
Wait, what?
You shake the thought out of your head and instead focus back on Charlie’s current story: some embarrassing run-in with your boss, on his first day.
You’re shaking from laughter at this point, “No way! Did she say anything to you later on?”
Charlie grins as he places his head in his hands, “Yeah, it was such a shame job. When I got my first official meeting with her, it was-”
You watch him trail off as his eyes dart to look at you. No, not at you. Behind you?
“Well, well, well. Feeling better, eh?”
You recognize that shit-eating tone anywhere.
“Oh Jesus Christ,” you mutter under your breath. You turn around and find Seth smirking down at you like he’s found a deer in the headlights.
“Must have been a pretty quick recovery considering you were sick only two hours ago,” he derides, sliding into the empty spot next to you. You’ve only just realized that your whole table is now empty besides you and Charlie. A quick whip around tells you that they’ve all moved to the nearby pool tables.
“Seth,” you say calmly, “what are you doing here?”
“I told you. Last weekend before practice starts.”
“Yeah, but you don’t even like it here. I’ve literally heard you call it the worst bar in the world,” you argue back.
Seth’s about to open his mouth for some quick retaliation but Charlie beats him to it.
“You’re Seth Jarvis,” he says. The look he gives is nothing short of bewilderment as he puts together that Seth Jarvis knows you.
“Hey man, how you doing? Always nice to meet a fan,” Seth nods with an outstretched hand to Charlie.
Charlie slowly shakes his hand, still reeling in from the newfound piece of information he’s just learned. “Oh, well I’m from Boston so not exactly a fan of you.”
Seriously? Who even says something like that?
You refuse to meet Seth’s side eye in an attempt to dodge the embarrassment you feel from Charlie’s unwarranted dig. He’s unsure how to respond to the hostility but the moment of awkwardness is cleared by a second voice appearing.
“Jarvy, Burnsie found a table outside - let’s go...”
Your head snaps towards the voice and you find Sebastian looking right back. He’s taken aback and stumbles on his words for a second but recomposes himself just as quickly.
“Hey, where have you b-,” he begins to step forward but falters as his eyes properly assess the scene before him. You and Charlie. Together. Alone.
“Oh. Are you in the middle of something?” he hesitates, flickering between you and Charlie; unsure of what to make of the situation.
Your eyes widen slightly before clearing your throat, “Oh, um no. This is Charlie. He recently moved to our office from Boston.”
God, you feel so small right now. Here you were, seeing Sebastian for the first time in months and you can’t even muster up the courage to properly say hello.
“Well, we’re gonna go back to our table. Find us at some point, yeah?”
Seth gives Charlie a final cautious look before he pats Sebastian on the back, guiding them both to a table on the veranda.
The rest of your group comes flooding back to the table having witnessed the sight unfold from afar. If Charlie keeps his mouth shut, surely you can play it off as a lucky fan interaction?
“Holy shit! Do you know who they were? Tell me you do because I will seriously freak if you tell me you don’t know,” Maddy furiously whispers with wide eyes.
“I don’t know, Maddy. Seemed like she’s more than well-acquainted by the look on Aho’s face,” Charlie said dryly, bringing a bottle to his lips with a raised eyebrow.
You’re a bit taken aback by his insinuation.
“Um, Seth and I grew up together back home,” you slowly let out, “it was just a coincidence that we both ended up in Raleigh.”
“Wait, so you’re telling me that you’re friends with Seth Jarvis? Are you kidding me? You’ve only heard me talk about the Canes like a thousand times,” she gapes at you with an incredulous look.
Here we go.
The rest of your group wasn’t privy to your admission, being too caught up with the sight of the team being mere yards away from them.
“Look, I don’t know. I just don’t like using his name like that. It makes me feel gross.” you sigh, rubbing your arms.
“I’d just rather we drop it. Please?”
You shoot her a look to which Maddy softens; understanding that the topic has hit a bit of a sore spot for you.
“Okay yeah, of course. You don’t owe anyone an explanation.”
The mass intrigue of the boys’ presence soon dies off as people slowly realize that they’re about as interesting to watch drinking as the next table is. Conversations resume back to normal and you try your best to feign interest but the knowledge that he’s the closest that you guys have been in months won’t leave you alone.
So twenty more minutes pass by and you’re ready to throw in the towel. You’ve decided that you’ll deal with the situation another day - preferably when you can string together a proper sentence. After a quick goodbye and the promise of a home-safe text to Maddy, you gather your things and start making headway for the exit.
The weakness in you can’t help but take one final look at Sebastian before you step out for the night but he’s beaten you to it. His eyes are already fixed on you with the same look you had become all too familiar with.
****
Saturday night. Seth’s Birthday. Shut-out win over Vegas. No game scheduled until Wednesday.
Individually, they’re considered lawfully good events. Combined? It’s as if someone was testing to see if Carolina even knew the definition of chaos. And when have they ever backed down from a challenge?
You let out a huff of air as you fall back into the booth. You had finally managed to escape Seth and Jesperi from the dance floor. If there was ever a case to be made about the negative long-term effects of Redbull, those two were it.
“Oh my god, how were you even out there for that long?”
Martin’s girlfriend, Nykki, opens up her arm and lets you lean in. Her leather jacket is a cool contrast to your warm and flushed body.
“Don’t let them take me again,” you whine as the ache in your feet comes flooding in. She giggles and affectionately pats your head.
Your eyes skim over the crowd, taking count of where everyone was. Brady, Kuzy and Martin by the bar. Andrei, Jack and Pyotr occupied with a group of girls. Seth and Jesperi still unabashedly dancing but now sporting a pair of shades that you had a sneaky suspicion they found on the floor. As if your eyes knew before your brain, they’re scanning the room again to find what’s missing.
“He stepped away to the bathroom.”
Your eyes tear away from the crowd and you sit yourself up, pulling the closest drink to your lips to avoid the direction Nykki is heading.
“He was watching you all night, you know? Didn’t listen to a damn thing I said,” she nudges with a knowing smirk. You didn’t think it was possible for your face to heat up anymore. Your continued silence doesn’t deter Nykki though as she decides that she will get you to admit something that you’re not even sure you’re ready to admit to yourself.
“Why are you both dancing around this? It’s obvious that he likes you. And maybe you won’t ever admit it to me but I can tell that you like him,” Nykki softens, acutely aware that Sebastian could return to the booth at any moment.
“Do you…” you hesitate, swirling the remnants of your drink in the glass. “Do you ever feel like you’re too exposed sometimes?”
She furrows her brows, “What do you mean?”
“There’s this thing that happens, and maybe it’s not often but it happens, where people expect things just because of who you know.
And if it’s true for just simply being friends with Seth, will it be worse if you’re involved with them?”
“A hockey player definitely wasn’t my first choice,” she says after a moment. “And maybe I wish I knew what it would have meant to be with him.”
“But,” she quickly recovers, watching your expression fall, “I wouldn’t change anything. It’s not about the world that he can offer me like everyone thinks it is. It’s how he always shows up for me, even when he’s 3000 miles away. It’s those private moments that are enough to make me forget the world is watching us.”
You catch the glowing adoration that’s etched into her face when she gazes across the room, watching her boyfriend laughing with Brady. You’re so wrapped up in ruminating over Nykki’s words that you almost don’t feel the way the cushion sinks next to you.
“Are you done with that?”
Sebastian’s voice grounds you back to reality. “Oh, I am but I’ll get another soon.”
Before you can stop him, he slides back out of the booth again and flags down a bartender. And Nykki doesn’t take a beat to do the same, “I think I’ll join the others,” sending you a small wink.
Sebastian slides back in setting down three glasses, two for you and one for him. “I thought you’d want some water too. Jarvy didn’t look like he was going to let you leave at any point,” he offers with a smile.
You let out a laugh and shake your head, “The trick is to run the second he turns his back. Trust me, works every time.”
“Did you have fun tonight?”
“Me? What about you? 3 assists and a goal? Surely that’s what we’re really celebrating tonight,” you whistle as you twirl the straw between your fingers.
You don’t miss the way he almost immediately shies up, turning away with the crack of a smile threatening to take over.
“I couldn’t have done it without the guys, they make all of it happen,” he notions.
You roll your eyes immediately, “I forget how well media-trained you guys are sometimes.”
“You should be able to enjoy your successes. It’s not about the other guys not being talented, it’s about being able to reflect on how far you’ve come. All of this is the culmination of your dedication, Sebastian. It’s important to remember that.”
The silence he returns suddenly fills you with regret. Did you say too much? Was it even your place to say anything at all? You need to backpeddle.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have -” you sigh, pushing away your drink.
“No,” he quickly cuts, “I guess I’ve just never thought about it like that. But it does feel good to hear it.”
“I like having you at our games” he smiles. “You know you’re part of my warm-up routine?”
“I am?”
“Yeah, I play this little game where I try to spell people’s names as fast as I can with the puck. I tried yours once and we won, so I did it the next night and we won again. Now I do it every game to put a little luck into the ice.”
Fuck. His confession renders you speechless. If there were any more doubts about your feelings for Sebastian, they were well and truly effaced now. And suddenly you gain a partial understanding of what Nykki meant. For every game, whether you’re there or not, Sebastian carves a part of you into it.
You swallow, giving yourself a moment to recollect. “I didn’t think that I was such a game changer,” you softly let out.
You’re not exactly sure when or how it happened but you notice the proximity between you two has significantly lessened. And the arm he has strewn behind you on the top cap suddenly feels misplaced - like they would feel more at home around you.
And for a brief moment - between the silence you’re both too afraid to break - his eyes break away from yours and flick towards your lips.
He inches closer, “You are… everything.”
Your breath hitches. Before you can even stop yourself, your hand rests against his neck, gently pulling him in and Sebastian is more than willing to follow. This is it.
“Guys! KK said his friend can get us into this new club!”
Your eyes close shut and your hand drops down Sebastian. An agitated sigh leaves him as he reluctantly pulls back. You both look at each other, still caught in the moment that’s now fleed at the sound of Seth’s voice.
Seth shakes Sebastian, forcing him to break away from your gaze.
“Did you hear me? KK’s calling us an Uber,” Seth bounces. Not a beat later, Nykki appears and attempts to forcefully pull him away. But it’s Seth. And of course, rightfully so, he wants two of his best friends to come with.
You quickly down the rest of your drink and step out of the booth, not wanting to bask in the awkwardness any longer. As you step outside, the chill of the wind grounds you back into reality, and you instinctively wrap your hands around your arms. In the peripheral of your vision, you see Nykki rush towards you.
“I’m so sorry. I tried to grab onto him but he just moved so quickly.”
You return a small smile, “It’s fine. Really.”
You link arms with her and she guides you to the Uber that Martin is standing by with the door open. As Nykki climbs in, you turn your head and find Sebastian watching.
He almost looks hopeful that you’ll follow him. That you’ll both leave the mess of the group behind and find solitude someplace else.
But you don’t.
Instead, you give a small shake of your head and follow Nykki, with Martin firmly closing the door behind you.
****
In the years you’ve watched Seth play in Raleigh, you’ve never once seen a game from the suite before.
But the Monday morning after your run-in with the group, you find yourself opening a calendar invite from your boss to the first home game of the season with a few key clients. So now, you’re perched by the glass, watching the spotlights dancing around the ice and the crowds of people getting settled in for the night.
“You know we’re meant to be chatting up the clients, right?”
Of course, Charlie managed to be invited too.
“I still haven’t been able to swing by that new restaurant I was telling you about. Could be fun to check it out afterwards,” he says, looking out towards the rink.
“Thanks, Charlie but I think I’m just going to head home the game’s done,” you respond dryly.
He cocks his head with a raised brow, “You know they organized a meet and greet after the game right? The whole reason why we’re here is because the CEO’s son is a huge fan.”
You don’t love the way your body freezes up at the newly shared information. You appreciated that your friendship with the team hadn’t made it past Maddy and Charlie’s lips, but you weren’t confident that would stay the same after tonight. And that’s the only thing that runs through your mind through all three periods. You can barely converse with the clients as you’re half-distracted by the get-away plan that you’re attempting to draw out in your mind, and it leaves your boss shooting you looks of “get your shit together”.
The horn sounds off as soon as the clock hits zero. It’s evident that you’re not getting out of this and the only prayer you have left is that the players who join you are the younger rookies who have little to no idea who you are. But you know the chances of that are slim to none.
You try to push away the anxiousness by listening to a conversation between your boss, Charlie, and the client.
“All I’m saying is that the reason Boston didn’t make it past the first round was because of how shit some of the calls were against them,” Charlie rambles, oblivious to the unimpressed faces.
The door of the suite swings open and you find Jordan, Brady, and Sebastian filing in. They’ve all clearly come straight from the showers, still dripping droplets of water from their hair onto the floor. They make their way around the room and shake everyone’s hands, thanking them for their support. Brady is the first to spot you as he gives you a surprised look followed by a welcoming smile. But he reads the panic in your eyes and - being classically perceptive - nods in understanding.
It doesn’t take another second to pass for Sebastian to register your appearance and amongst the earlier crowding, you’re only now able to fully take in the way he’s dressed. His compression shirt sculpts against him, with the soft lines of his muscles pressing against the fabric. Shorts barely hanging loose against his thighs. A backwards cap sported to tie it all off. It’s enough to make you want to break your silent promise.
Your eyes can’t help but fixate on him the entire time they circulate with everyone in the room. And while Sebastian tries his damn hardest to remain polite and focus on the conversation at hand, he can’t help but flicker his eyes towards you, making sure you won’t disappear on him again.
“Thank you so much for your time. We won’t keep you guys any longer, but best of luck with the season ahead. Bring one home for us, hey?” your boss beams. Everyone else has headed home, leaving just you and Charlie waiting for your boss to let you go.
“Goodnight guys. I’ll see you Monday.”
And with that, it’s just the five of you left in the suite with a few people on the Hurricanes team off to the side.
“Well, we better get going if we want to make it to that restaurant,” Charlie says turning towards you.
Sebastian tenses at this and you see the way Jordan and Brady shoot each other a look.
“I said I’m going home, Charlie.” You’re shutting this down.
“I’ll give you a lift then,” he presses.
Before you can open your mouth to counteract, Sebastian interjects, “You’re not far off from my place, I’ll take you.”
“Yes, please!”
You’d be embarrassed with how quick you are to jump at his offer if it weren’t for the fact that you so desperately wanted to avoid being confined in a car with Charlie.
“Thanks bro, but we’ve got it from here.”
“Actually, I don’t think you do, bro.”
Charlie looks between you two. Growing annoyed at the situation, he grabs his coat and retreats out of the suit. “Whatever. See you Monday.”
A sigh leaves your lips and you don’t realize how taut your body is until it eases under the feeling of Sebastian's hand on your shoulder.
“You guys all good if we take off?” Brady asks, expectedly. Sebastian nods and you all bid goodnight.
“I just have to grab my things but if you’re tired I can just come back for them tomorrow,” he offers, as Brady and Jordan make their way out.
You shake your head, “I can hold on, you’re doing me the favour.”
It doesn’t take long to get back to the locker room, and you can’t help but think about how good he looks when he emerges with his hockey bag hung over one shoulder and a garment bag thrown over the other.
As you lean against the passenger door, waiting for him to throw his things into the boot, you can’t help but start to grow nervous at the realisation that Sebastian may want to talk about that night. But your nervousness is cut short by Sebastian moving in front of you with a small disc in his hand.
A puck.
He looks down at it, fiddling with it between his hands, “It’s from the warm-up. I thought you might like it.”
It’s the puck.
Your mouth falls open slightly, as you gingerly take it, as if you’re afraid it’ll break if you handle it too hard.
“I can’t believe you still do that,” you breathe, turning it over, feeling the ridges where the ice has chipped the edges.
“Of course I do. It changes the game.”
Your eyes dart up at his choice of words - he remembers.
“Why did you stop seeing us?” he puts forward.
You sigh and lean back against the car, turning your head away.
“Was it because of that night at Jarvy’s birthday? Did you not want to…” he trails off. Even he’s not sure what that night was meant to be.
“This world that you’re in Sebastian, I just don’t know if it’s for me.”
“I know that we’re away a lot but I-”
“It’s not that,” you quickly cut off. He returns a confused look and you know, as his eyes search you for an answer, that you owe him this explanation.
“Before you came back to the table, I was talking to Nykki about how difficult it can get to be involved with a hockey player.”
“But you’re already involved with us? You were friends with Seth already” he presses.
“And look where it got me last time. I was forced to leave a job after six months because all anyone cared about was being closer to the Canes than me,” you lamented.
“I just don’t want to spend the rest of my life feeling like I’m second to the person I’m with; I want to feel equal to them. I want to know who is genuinely trying to be my friend. I want to exist outside of my relationship. I don’t want to have to hide in public because I’m scared to run into people from work.”
You close your eyes, feeling exhausted by the flood of words leaving your mouth, and you half-expect Sebastian to get into his car and drive off.
“I didn’t know.”
You nod in understanding. How could you expect him to know?
“I would never put you in a position where you wouldn’t feel safe,” he says softly.
“But if that’s what you really want, we can move on from everything. But I need you to know how I feel first.” His hand wraps around the side of your jaw and pulls your gaze towards him.
“I wanted to know you the moment Seth pointed you out our game for the first time. And then we spoke at the charity gala and I only wanted to know you even more. And then you were around us more, and I got to know you beyond just being Seth’s friend. And what I know I know is that you’re smarter than you let on but you’re still kind. You’ve remained so grounded that you see me as more than just this job. You make me think more deeply than I ever have with anyone else and I don’t want to go back to a life before I had that.”
You don’t know whether to cry or charge forward. Because after the endless rounds of almosts and what-ifs, you’ve finally caught each other. And the confessions that pour from his mouth left you knowing one thing for certain: you had both waited long enough.
And for the second time, you bring his neck down and finally close the gap between the two of you. Sebastian presses you against the car with his hand wrapping up to rest on the back of your neck, his lips deepening against yours. You never doubted it but his arms feel secure around you, afraid to let go and let the moment be over.
But you pull away just long enough to let out a murmur, “Take me home, Sebastian”
****
Six gruelling months pass by and you find yourself at a potential playoff-clinching game with your colleagues.
Granted your relationship with Sebastian was still very much under wraps, but you had learned to navigate your feelings of discomfort towards the publicity of his job. Sebastian had accommodated your cautiousness. Careful to never spend too long in your section during a pre-game warm up. Made sure to drive around the quiet side of the arena to pick you up afterwards. He had never pushed you to do more than you needed to.
But even though he’d never tell you, you know he’s quietly envious of the way the guys can openly skate with their partner at family skates. Or how they can sit and openly touch at company events. He had afforded you comfort at the expense of his wants. You wanted him to have more than this. And more importantly, you wanted to show him that you wanted more.
So when the buzzer sounds off and the Canes skate away with another return to the Stanely Cup Playoffs, you can’t help but let go of the discontentment you have about being found out. So before you even know it, you find yourself moving towards the ice where Sebastian is wrapping up his post-game interview, ignoring the calls of Maddy asking where you’re going.
And when you reach the board that separates you and your boyfriend, he doesn’t hesitate to skate over, collecting a puck from the equipment manager on the way.
“Always nice to meet a fan,” he winks, offering his pre-game puck.
You grin, pulling him forward by his jersey, “I appreciate it but I’ve gotta tell you that I’ve got a boyfriend.”
His eyes melt at the sound of your public announcement and he catches your lips against his, “I love you so damn much.”
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Hello, I hope you are well ✨
I was wondering if you could write something with Sebastian Aho please, whatever you want.
thank u 🤍
@yangofyang I'm sorry it took a while to post I hope you like it🫶🏻
Fishy being engaged is so heartwarming, so here's a little something about that (kinda) and also Jarvy being his clueless self
Word count: 1,355
You knew before you started working in a coffee shop near the PNC arena that it was going to be packed at times. What you didn't know, was that the hockey team was going to be there daily, too. You never considered yourself a hockey fan, but you knew about them—city legends, after all. Even if you hadn't known them, they were hard to miss, most of them passing 6'0.
The first time I saw them, there were only three of them: Brady, Bunting and Sebastian, are the names they gave you for their orders. "You're new here, never seen you before" said Bunting while the other two turned to look at me. It was a very calm day so they were the only ones in the coffee shop. "Yeah, I'm new pretty much everywhere around here actually, I just moved in" I said softly. It was hard not to get intimidated by them. I wasn't exactly short, but they could make you feel like you were 3'5
"So you don't know who we are?" said Bunting faking a hurt tone "I mean, it would be hard not to know when your faces are all over the city." - "It's a pretty face though, isn't it?" he said in a flirty way. "You're so full of yourself, I swear" Brady told him while giving him a playful shove before adding "I hope you're liking it here so far, we're gonna be around here a lot so anything you need, let us know, right Fishy?" he smirked and gave Sebastian a side hug, Bunting laughed, Sebastian's face heated, and I felt like I missed something.
What started off as a simple thing became a daily occurrence, Sebastian now would go for a morning walk and stop by the coffee shop before making his way to the arena. He enjoyed his new routine, getting a coffee, talking to y/n, and having a smile plastered on his face as he walks back to his morning training session.
After a couple of weeks, Sebastian finally asked you out. He could tell there was a bit of hesitation on your part but after watching those cute eyes of his, you couldn't really say no to him.
"So who's got you smiling like that all the time now, Fishy?" Necas asked him one day when they were changing into their gear “Don’t start" is the only thing he said, “Oh c’mon, there has to be someone. Serious, sometimes grumpy Fishy, grinning like a fool every day?”
“There is no one” Sebastian said, but he could feel his face heating up, remembering last night's event with you, “Are you going to watch the game tomorrow?” he asked “wouldn't miss it” - “well, in that case, I'll need my good luck kiss, can't risk making a fool of myself” he teased. Closing the distance, you placed your lips over his, and when you went to pull away, his arm snaked around your waist, his hand finding its way into your hair.
Jarvy snapped him out of his thoughts when he said "You think Mr. Aho has time for someone? He's probably been coming up with new ideas on how to be the best in the team". Necas just raised his hands in defeat, but he was not the least bit convinced, at the back of the room Brady and Bunting looked at each other while trying to hold back their smirks.
You two have been dating for 3 months now. Sebastian was away for the last week, so the day he arrived, he asked to see you, to which you immediately agreed. What you weren't expecting was for him to formally ask you to be his girlfriend. He was the sweetest guy you've ever met, so your response was an immediate yes
Sebastian was sure you'd met everyone by now, and even when they didn't know you were officially together, they could see how much you meant for each other, especially because of the special treatment you receive from him. They knew Sebastian was a kind man, but he didn’t treat anyone else like this. So they would abstain from teasing him because you were just so good for Fishy, and they wanted him to be happy.
To say you were nervous the first time you went out with the team and their girls was an understatement, you weren't sure you were going to fit with them. The first to notice you was Jarvy, whom you could tell had already had a couple of drinks. "Oh, hey y/n, I'm glad they all invited you over." Slavin who was nearby, shook his head but immediately introduced you to his wife. After a couple of minutes of being introduced to everyone, you felt yourself starting to relax. All the girls were just as nice as the guys.
A couple of weeks later, you attended your first game with the wags, and everyone was delighted just by watching Sebastian being that happy. Some of the girls were there already, so he knew what you were going to be wearing, but the minute you entered the room with his number on your jacket, he felt himself fighting for air. He could see the blush on your face, along with that cute smile of yours, and he promised himself that he would do anything in his power to keep it there for the rest of his life.
Jarvy, entered the room at that moment and stopped for one second after he noticed you, "huh, I thought only their girls got to wear that, but you look great" he gave you a thumbs up and left the room with a bunch of snacks in his hand.
After what probably was their best game of the season, you rushed to meet Sebastian after he was ready to go home. "Hei rakkaani (hello my love), let's go home, yeah?" Sebastian said, giving a peck to your lips. You were almost outside the room when you heard a confused Jarvy say, "Wait, are they dating?"
...
5 years have passed since you started dating Sebastian, and you remember every single minute you've spent together, from the moment you saw him for the first time; when he asked you out, and you hesitated, worried that he wouldn't take you seriously or that you wouldn't be enough for him, even though he's spent this entire time showing you how much you really mean to him.
There were rough periods where those thoughts came back, like a couple of days ago you two were laying in bed, and he could feel the tension pouring down your every pore, so he said, "I don't get how you are the only person who does not see how amazing, how kind, smart and beautiful you are. I see it, the team sees it, everyone who's been lucky to meet you sees it, and still I find you doubting yourself over and over again."
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to come out as ungrateful..."
"No, rakkaani. I didn't say it to make you feel bad; I'm saying it because you are my world. But I promise I'm always going to be here to reassure you, and to give you all the love you deserve"
You couldn't stop the tears running down your cheeks, or the smile breaking through your face. You swore this man couldn't make you any happier, but then he looked at you in the eye and said "Marry me, please"
...
When everyone on the team saw your ring, they couldn't help but be the happiest for you. They knew the moment they met you, that you and Fishy were perfect for each other; they've never seen him as happy as he was when you were close to him.
"What are we celebrating?" asked Jarvy. When you showed him your ring, he took your hand and said, "Oh, it is a nice ring indeed; I didn't know y'all guys were into jewelry", the group broke into a fit of laughter, and you just hoped Jarvy realized what was really going on before he got the wedding invitation
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could you do a fluffy/chill beginning of summer break fic with aho? like as they’re processing the loss and shifting into summer? thanks!!
Pairing: Sebastian Aho x Reader
Warnings: None :)
Authors note: Hoping this is what you wanted, it’s a bit short, sorry.
As the final buzzer sounded the Hurricanes had been eliminated from playoffs and your heart sank. You could see everyone’s face and they looked so devastated.
You and the other WAGs made there way down to the dressing room to wait. After a few minutes most of the boys and their wives were gone, but Sebastian hadn’t come out yet, so you waited in alone.
Finally Sebastian came out and hugged you straight away. Leaning down he had his head nestled into your neck, almost in tears.
“We were so close baby, we almost won,” he whispered, his accent was even heavier when he was upset.
“I know baby, but you did so well, and now we can go home,” you whispered trying to remind him he’d see his family soon.
“Yeah, we have to book flights,” he mumbled as he pulled his head up, looking down at you.
“Let’s worry about that later,” you smiled sweetly kissing him as you both walked to the parking lot.
The rest of the night was quick and sweet. Lots of snacks and cuddles, of course after his shower.
The next morning you woke up before Sebastian and began looking at flights to Finland on your laptop, you booked one for the next day. Sebastian owned a house, so you didn’t have to worry about a rental. However you had to worry about packing up your house in Carolina, so you quickly began.
After about an hour sebastian woke up to find you in the kitchen making breakfast while simultaneously continuing to pack. He laughed feeling much better after your night together and began to help you.
The two of you spent the whole day packing up your house, listening to music, and laughing together. And as you went to bed for the last night in Raleigh you both knew it was going to be an amazing summer.
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j.drysdale x aho! reader (tsitp theme minor spoilers??)
y/n.aho
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y/n.aho For me, everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.
ssebastianaho i will never understand why you’re so obsessed with this series
andrei_svechnikov37 let your sister live its a good series
y/n.aho thank you bestie this is why youre my fav!
canes hope you find your conrad enjoy vacay ❤️
ssebastianaho oh come one you guys too?? dont feed into her delusions i cant deal with it any longer
y/n.aho the doors less than 5 ft away 😁
ssebastianaho i pay for this house.
y/n.aho and ill tell mom about last summer.
ssebastianaho ykw! be delulu!! go you!
y/n.aho 😇
y/n.aho
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y/n.aho He didn’t give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. infinity.
ssebastianaho UM?? WHO???
y/n.aho lips are sealed
andrei_svechnikov37 what happened to us telling each other everything 💔
jamie.drysdale betraying both your besties by not telling us 💔
y/n.aho sorry boys 💔
canes i can hear aho yelling from here
ssebastianaho 😐😐
y/n.aho love you!!
ssebastianaho calling a family meeting
y/n.aho remember what i said??
ssebastianaho i give up
jamie.drysdale
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jamie.drysdale I don’t just need somebody. I need you.
y/n.aho you like tsitp?? who would’ve thought
jamie.drysdale ikr??
trevorzegras is this what happens when you leave me for canada
jamie.drysdale sorry z but, yes.
jackhughes trevors crying right now
trevorzegras this is why quinns my favorite
_quinnhughes leave me out of this?? congrats though jamie!
jamie.drysdale thanks quinn!
andrei_svechnikov37 another bestie in a secret relationship without telling?? feeling very betrayed
y/n.aho right?? do i mean nothing to you jimmy🙄
jamie.drysdale smh
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Comforting Sebastian after the Game 4 loss against the Panthers
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: a very sad fish
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The refs call it a good goal, the Panthers get their second celebration, and any ounce of hope that was left is officially crushed. The season is over.
You watch Sebastian in the final seconds of the game still giving it his all, right until the buzzer sounds.
You already know what’s to come. You know he’s going to blame himself for the Panther’s game winning goal. You know he’s going to be even harder on himself for this one than he was for the others in the past.
You wait outside the locker room with the other wags and families, some trying to hold their tears back, especially those of the older guys who don’t have much time left in this league. You all wait in silence. Sebastian is one of the last ones to walk out alone with his head down. When he looks up he immediately locks eyes with you and you can see emotion pouring into his face. His lip looks like it’s taken another bloody shot, luckily not in the same spot as the previous incident. The look in his face instantly breaks your heart. You embrace him and hold him there for a few long seconds before he pulls away fast and doesn’t dare to look at your face again, but instead says “let’s go.” You are not offended as you immediately know he’s ready to cry, and he doesn’t want to show that kind of emotion in front of everyone and their families. You, on the other hand, shed a couple of tears.
Sebastian got a car to bring the both of you and Turbo back to the hotel. You are sitting next to Sebastian in the back while he stares at the window, and you hold his hand on his lap. The silence in the car is not uncomfortable, but rather feels like a whirlpool of emotions. You can tell Sebastian is trying his best to keep it together, and you don’t dare to try and console him yet.
The ride to the hotel felt like a long one, and so was the elevator ride up to the 9th floor. You give Turbo a hug before he enters his room and Sebastian unlocks the door to your room. Without looking back at you he takes his shoes off and goes to sit on the bed. He looks up at you and sees your concerned expression. In that instant the tears started to fall from his eyes. You immediately run to his side and embrace him. You hold him tight and he immediately falls apart in your embrace. His head now in your lap when you hold his neck and run your hands through his hair. You don’t dare to speak yet as you know none of your words are going to be consoling at this time. Sebastian sits up again and you get up to sit on his lap with your legs wrapped around him to be as close to him as possible. You hug him tight, chest on chest and he cries into your back. You start to place kisses on his shoulders, collar bone and cheeks, not daring to kiss him on the lips as the injuries he took from the game look painful. After what felt like hours of you holding him and kissing him in silence, you pull away and are met with his sad eyes. They pierce into yours you can feel your heart shatter. You notice that his lip is starting to bleed again.
You finally break the silence, “Your lip looks bad. Does it hurt?”
Sebastian “I don’t care about my lip right now” he says sternly, immediately regretting the tone of his voice.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean for…..”
“Shhhhhh” you quiet him while placing another kiss on his cheek.
He smiles weakly at you and you give him the same smile back.
“Is it bleeding again?,” he asks.
“A little…..or that could have just been the blood from before? Let’s get you changed into your pyjamas and I’ll take care of it.”
You stand up and he starts unbuttoning his shirt and gives it to you to hang. You go to hang it while he changes out of his pants and puts on just his sweatpants.
Sebastian now moves to the head of the bed sitting up shirtless against the pillows, doesn’t dare to enter the sheets as you can feel Florida’s heat. You run to grab your first aid kit that you always keep handy and he chuckles at you because he always made fun of you for bringing it everywhere.
“What? I told you it would come in handy someday.”
He smiles at you through his sad eyes, and it was a genuine smile too. You’re so glad you could make him smile/laugh.
You begin to straddle him again while you carefully clean the residue of blood from his lip. You are focused intently on his lip, and all Sebastian can do is stare at you and admire how beautiful you are. Although he loves the natural you without makeup, he couldn’t help but admire how gorgeous you look when you put yourself together for his games. The way your perfectly curled hair fell in front of your face and the way your makeup complimented all of your beautiful features. At that moment, he stopped thinking about the game for a brief moment and just thought about how lucky he is to call you his.
When you were finished tending to his lip, you pulled back and you locked eyes with him again, just noticing that he was staring at you the whole time. He leans forward and places a soft kiss to your lips, and you can feel how swollen his lip is.
“Sebastian, stop. Let it rest, doesn’t that hurt?”
“I don’t care,” he says while placing another one on your lips. He gives you a small smile again.
Now that he’s let a lot of his emotions out, you ask if he’s ready to talk about it.
He shakes his head, “I’m tired, I just want to be with you tonight.”
When you try to get off him to change into your pyjamas and take your makeup off, he immediately pulls you back in, not wanting to be parted with you. You tell him that you’ll be very fast and finally he surrenders and lets you go.
You take your makeup off and change into your tank top and pj shorts within 10 minutes. You crank the AC up, turn the TV on and turn the lights off. Sebastian was now in the sheets, in which you also crawl into. He hugs you again and leans his head on your chest while you hold it in your arms and place kisses on his head. You start to stroke his hair repetitively. Your touch is so relaxing that he instantly starts to fall asleep. Every once in a while he would kiss your chest to show you he is still awake. Sebastian was half conscious when you heard him mumble, “I love you so much, y/n. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
When he was sound asleep, all you could think of was what a long road this was going to be, and how the next couple of weeks were going to be tough. You knew that this would only make him stronger though, and would fuel his fire next season.
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Made From Love
sebastian aho x fem! reader
a/n: just a little short something for sebastian aho and since its mothers day why not
warnings: pregnancy and baby stuff. small anxiety talk sort of.
gif is not mine
No one ever said that being in a relationship with an NHL player was easy. That was a quick lesson most learn right away when their significant other is a hockey player. Of course once the season is done there is so much time in the summer to spend more time with them but most still continued a pretty consistent schedule to stay ready for when the season started. When you and Sebastian started dating it was a tough balance at first between time for yourselves and time for the game. Then when you found out you were pregnant it definitely increased some of your worries because you knew that a lot of the first few months it was going to be mostly you. It wasn’t planned but of course Sebastian was excited and you were excited and when the baby came, a cute little baby girl, it was almost like Sebastian was made for this moment. He took off a few games but with your encouragement he went back to the game pretty quickly. It was playoff season now and you weren’t shocked that your boyfriends team had made it this far after an incredible season and between his traveling it was a little hectic with your five month old baby. But tonight it was a home game and you had a little surprise planned with the help of the team for your daughter to go see her first game (not that she would remember it but it would mean a lot to Sebastian). You got there just in time for warm ups with your little one in hand and with baby noise cancelling headphones on her head and placed her next to the glass as the boys all skated out. Nothing could prepare you for the smile on Sebastians face when he took a quick glance across the crowd and saw you both there. He quickly skated over and waved at you both, playing with the baby at the window for a little as she got excited over seeing her dad. He blew a quick kiss to you both before skating away to warm up. This was just a glimpse as to what your future would be like with Sebastian and how it was all worth it, every minute of stress you had washed away as you looked out at your boyfriend on the ice.
#sebastian aho#sebastian aho x reader#sebastian aho blurb#sebastian aho imagine#sebastian aho fic#carolina hurricanes
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𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞
summary: a resolution where all parties are happy.
pairing: sebastian x fem!reader
word count: 4.1k
warning(s): drinking, mentions of anxiety, poorly translated finnish, very much plotless fluff
note: no because i went over this so many times and this is what i ended up. hope this gives these characters the closure you were all looking for.
the second part for this is how it ends...
translation:
1. Outo - strange (i meant for it to translate to "weirdo")
2. Istua - sit
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When it came to moving on, you were not someone who would be considered a pro. However, you like to believe that you were the proactive type. Always taking strides, always trying to find new ways to forget about your aching heart. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, till a whole year had passed since the day you let go of your failed relationship. A year filled with victories and setbacks, all with you best friend right behind you, cheering you on.
“Still coming to the New Year’s Game, right?” Sebastian asked, eyes never leaving his TV screen as he furiously pressed into his Xbox controller. He never gave you an opportunity to respond, continuing to speak as if he was only talking to himself, “Course you’re coming. You have tickets, I got you tickets, you have to go.”
You shake your head at his little back-n-forth with himself, grabbing two beers in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. “Yes Sepe, I’m going to the game on New Year’s Day.”
He finally looks up from the TV for a split second as you pass him, finger hitting pause so he can take one beer from your grip. He mumbles a quick thanks before he takes a gulp. You plop next to him, taking a swing of your own drink before placing it on the coffee table. Sebastian swats your thigh lightly before picking up your bottle, putting it on top of a coaster. “There’s a coaster. Outo.”
“Sorry sorry,” You giggle throwing a singular popcorn at him. He’s quick, catching the snack between his thighs.
“Messy.”
“Shut up.”
Not much changed between you and Sebastian, even with his feelings looming over the both of you. After your conversation, he set boundaries for himself. A set of dos and don’ts that he needed to follow in order to preserve your friendship. For example: Do share new music with you, don’t make you a playlist of all the songs that remind him of you.
Do give you hugs when you need them most, don’t give you hugs because of he wants to bury his face in your hair.
Do hold your things when you need help, don’t hold your hand even if they fit so nicely in his own.
Just a set of rules to be sure he can show you that he respects your wishes to remain friends. But he would be lying to himself if he didn’t say that this past year was probably the hardest year he’s ever had. Sebastian thought that living with his feelings for you would be easier after the day he confessed them to you. But fuck he was drowning. His confession shown you in a different a light, a light that flattered you more and made him fall even further. Sebastian Aho was undoubtedly smitten by you, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it.
So he was a little selfish. Even if your hugs lasted longer than his stupid little rules would allow, he would just hold you tighter instead. Or if you allowed him to rest his hand on the small of your back for longer than a second, he would revel in it. He cherished any and every moment he got to be close to you. Even now, with you sitting next to him munching while he played Call of Duty with Tuevo. He was about an inch from just about losing it, and he will if you don’t stop feeding him popcorn as he played. He playfully bites your finger and you hit his arm lightly, eliciting a smirk from him.
It isn’t long until Sepe calls it quits with the game, dying for a third time and Tuevo’s incessant shit talking being his final straw. There were several stern Finnish words shared over the headset, some you recognize as curse words Sebastian had taught you very early on in your friendship. The TV returns to the home screen and Sebastian’s headset on its rightful place in a bin under the coffee table, before he turns to you.
“So Marty is hosting a little New Years party at their house, and he wanted to know if you wanted to come.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. He knows we still hangout you know, knows that you’re the one bringing me four cups of coffee sometimes.” He takes a quick swig of his beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “He misses you… a lot of the guys do.”
Sebastian’s smile is reassuring, but it doesn’t ease your anxieties like it should. Jordan’s invitation caught you off guard. The last time you spoke to anyone on the team (not including the boy in front of you), was exactly one week before Andrei ended things. You had made your presence sparse at anything Hurricanes related, especially after what happened on opening night. You opted to watch games on the TV and all other events through various snapchat/instagram stories. You were no longer comfortable being around all of them. You felt as if there wasn’t anymore room for you, as if were no longer apart of that group, that life, even if Sebastian insists that it wasn’t true.
“I don’t know Sepe,” Your gaze drops to the bowl of popcorn in your lap, tapping the side of it with your index finger, “I still feel weird. And plus, what about Andrei?”
“What about Andrei?” Sebastian’s face deadpans, only an eyebrow raised as if to remind you that your ex shouldn’t be a factor. “Do you even have plans for New Years?”
Now that you think about it, you didn’t. Most of your friends were either spending it with family, or traveled out of the state in hopes to do something different than normal and quiet North Carolina. There were no other invitations extended to you to go out to bars, and your family wasn’t an option with them being on the complete opposite side of the country. You were bound to ring the New Year alone, and that somehow managed to sounds less appealing than partying with your ex’s friends. You look up at Sebastian, the boy watching you intently as he waits for your answer.
“Fine, I’ll go. But if you disappear on me, I will leave.”
Sebastian smiles widely, nodding excitedly, “I won’t. I’ll let Marty know, he’ll be so excited.”
You return the gesture before chugging the very little beer left in your bottle, hoping that it will help the nerves subside. You spend the next two hours watching a movie that Sebastian picked, bodies on opposite sides of the couch. Your feet rests on his lap, and he absentmindedly squeezes your calves gently. The gesture is sweet, calming, and that with the movie makes you forget all the anxieties over the fact that in a week’s time you would see all your old friends. The longer you thought about it, the more excited you became. You missed Jordan, and Tuevo, and Bear, all the wives and girlfriends who made you feel so loved.
The week leading up to the New Year’s Eve were busy for both you and Sebastian. With him playing games, and you trying to get as much work done before your three day break, there wasn’t much time for you to psych yourself out of going. Then December 31st rolls around, and with only thirty minutes til Sebastian would come to pick you up, those nerves you had forgotten about came back with full force. You felt nauseous, as you changed your outfit for the fifth time because the fourth one didn’t feel appropriate.
Coming a little early since I had to get some champagne. Be there in 15.
You nearly vomited at the text. Scrambling through the closet, you end up putting on outfit number 3 back on: black leather pants, a white, cowl neck blouse, and black boots. You were putting on your earrings when Sebastian came knocking on your door. Groaning, you walk over to let him in, your boots loud against your hardwood floor. You yank on the door, barely registering Sebastian smiling widely on the other side.
“Hi, come in. I’m almost ready I just have to put my other earring on, grab my purse and coat then we can go.”
You are quick to turn on your heel, retreating to your room, and leaving Sebastian in the whirlwind of your presence. In your haste, you don’t notice the color draining from his face, the way his ears turned red, and that his breathing had suddenly become labored. He was stunned. It takes him a moment to process the way you look before he steps into your home, throat dry and body suddenly too warm despite it being 40 degrees outside. The boy makes a beeline for the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water, one that he chugs in record time.
“Sepe?!”
“Kitchen!”
You walk in with both earrings in, coat over your arm, and a glittering necklace in hand. “Put this on for me? I can’t fucking get the clasp.”
He notices the way your hand shakes, the panic and stress in the tone of your voice. Sebastian watches as you drop your coat onto the counter, eyes angrily trained on the piece of jewelry in between your fingers as you walk over him. A frustrated groan escapes you and you hand the necklace to him. He catches the frown and your furrowed brows before you turn your back to him. Sebastian’s hands grasp the necklace between his fingers before he outstretches his arms over you so he can place the delicate chain around your neck. He easily pulls the clasp with ease, placing one of the chain links into it before locking it. His fingers brush the skin of your neck for a brief moment, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. You curse silently, praying he didn’t notice. But he did. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth before his hands grab your shoulders to turn you around.
“Feeling okay?”
You look up at him, and you see the worry etched into his expression. His eyes dart all over you, looking for some sort of answer, just in case your words got caught in your throat like it does when you were nervous.
“A little scared.”
Your voice is meek, even a little embarrassed and Sebastian couldn’t help but smile. Nothing he couldn’t fix. “That’s okay. But you’re gonna be alright. There isn’t anything to worry about, we’re gonna have a great night. Okay?”
His hands slide down your arms, rubbing softly, and you let out a breath. “Okay.”
Sebastian grins widely, giving your arms a squeeze. “Good. Now let's go before you change your mind.”
The drive to Jordan’s house was not a quiet one. The both of you argue profusely over directions, which way was the quickest. It was a losing battle for you, given that Sebastian was the driver and it was quite literally his way or the fucking highway. You argued anyways, and thirty minutes later Sebastian was parking in front of the large house.
“We could’ve gotten here in twenty minutes instead of thirty if you just listened to me Sepe,” You say, taking his hand as he helps you out of the car.
“Okay y/n, but we’re here now. So shut up.”
You giggle at his response, bumping shoulders with him. He shakes his head, smile evident on his lips. You look over at him, admiring the way his blue button up complements his skin, the black trousers, dress shoes, and trench coat pulling his whole outfit together. There were already multiple cars parked on the property, and you can hear the music blaring from outside the house. Sebastian turns the knob on the front door, pushing the door open and letting the loud music and incessant chatter out into the world. The house was much fuller than you expected, definitely more people than there are cars here. Seb takes your coat from you, placing it in the closet by the front door.
“Stay close!” Sebastian calls over his shoulder to you.
You follow him through the house, all the way to the kitchen where familiar faces greet you. Jordan smiles over at Sebastian, but it truly lights up when he sees you. He screeches your name, in typical Jordan fashion, earning stares from multiple guests. He pushes past Seb, engulfing you in a hug and spinning you around. You can’t help the laugh that escapes you as you attempt to hug him back as his arms hold down your own. When he finally does let you down, you are quick to swat him in the chest.
“You had to be so loud?”
“I missed you.” Not an answer to your question, and you know you would never actually get one. Jordan is quick to wrap his arm over your shoulder, pulling your smaller frame into him as he drags you over to his wife and all the other boys.
You spend the next hour drowned in where have you beens and I’m so happy you’re heres, Sebastian always close by and within your eye-line. He idly sipped a beer, always watching and making sure that you were okay. He stayed busy, wanting to give you space to immerse yourself in a crowd that had missed your presence. But ever so often, in the midst of a conversation, he would tune out the room and look at you. He watched the way you spoke, not hearing but knowing how fast you were speaking. You nodded profusely, smile wide as you agree to something some girl was talking to you about. There was a light he hadn’t seen in a long time, fire up within you, and his heart slowed like it was dipped in molasses. Slow and steady, soft as his heart warms at the sight of you.
By the time you had done your rounds, your feet ached. You watch as your best friend dismisses Seth from what ever conversation they were having, body turning towards you as you wobbled over. Sebastian watches as you fill your empty glass with champagne, noting the discomfort in your face as you shift on your feet. He leans over, pulling up a barstool behind you.
“Istua.”
You look behind you before smiling at him, “Thank you.”
Sebastian watched you quietly, observing the way you watched the room around you. He couldn’t help but admire you, the elegance about you, even in your simplest of moments. He adored the way you chin rests in your palm, the little pout on left on your lips as you lower your champagne glass. You looked beautiful. You always do, but most especially tonight.
“How are you feeling now?”
You turn quickly at the sound of his voice, smiling up at him. “Better. And you?”
“Good. Good, because you are.”
You grin up at him before lifting your glass to finish the rest of your champagne. He watches the way your lips mold onto the glass, the movement of your throat as the glass empties, and he feels the room rise in temperature. He is finding it harder and harder to stay composed with you, to not reach out and tuck your hair behind your ear, or to press a kiss into your temple. There were a million and one things he wanted to with and for you. But most importantly, he just wants you to be happy. He wants you in his life. So he settles back into his best friend mindset. Or at least tries his best to.
Sebastian coughs, leaning over the counter to grab the bottle of champagne. He doesn’t wait for you to extend your hand to ask for more, gently slipping the glass from your fingers and filling it up. When he looks up to give it back, he notices your cheeks are tinged red. “What?”
You shake your head, taking the glass from him, “Nothing. Just funny that you knew.”
“I’m observant.” He winks and you roll your eyes, taking another sip. “How much have you had tonight?”
“This would be… glass number three?” The question was more for yourself than him. “You?”
“I had one beer, waiting for midnight to have a glass.”
You look at your watch, nodding. “That’s in ten minutes.” Your eyes grow wide, looking back up at Sebastian who has his eyebrows raised at you. “Holy crap. Ten minutes!”
“Yeah,” He laughs. “C’mon, people are gonna start going to the backyard for fireworks, so let’s grab a spot.”
Sebastian goes to grab your coats, and then you both walk to the back patio. There are a few people already standing outside, none of whom you recognize and assume are friends of Courtney. You sip your champagne, looking around at the crowd of people, all mingling, all attached to someone. There is a little wave of sadness that washes over you, memories of the previous year and how that used to be you. Couples, arm and arm, happy that they’re about to enter the new year with someone they love.
The nerves of feeling out of place wash over you again. You didn’t belong here, it truly no longer felt like your place.
Sensing your doubt is Sebastian’s sixth sense because as the doubts begin to fill your head, he leans forward, lips hovering over your ear. “What are you thinking about?”
He watches as you straighten your posture, one arm leaning on the railing to hold you up. You’re taller than usual, the heels on your feet bringing you closer to him than he’s used to. You nibble on your bottom lip as you watch the liquid in your glass teeter side to side.
“Nothing important.”
The smile is unconvincing. It didn’t reach your eyes the way he’s used to. But he didn’t want to push it. He knew better than to push and prod when you were on edge. So instead he sips his beer and nods towards your glass.
“Want more?”
“Please.”
He nods, uttering reassurance he would be back for you and walks back into the house. You watch as he is whisked into another conversation, back to you, shoulders shaking as he laughs at something a someone said. You turn back over to the Raleigh skyline, leaning over the balcony railing.
You admire the skyline, the flickering lights the decorate the city. Cool wind hits your skin, and you pull your coat tighter against your body. You decide to down the rest of your drink, grimacing as the liquid bubbles down your throat. The music nearly drowns out the conversations happening around you, the joy and excitement over the new year. You couldn’t really find it in you to really pay attention or care, mind to occupied with how you were going to lighten your mood in the last maybe eight minutes of the year. With a tilt of your head, you empty the flute and swing it gently between your fingers. The fourth glass may just do the trick, but Sebastian was still not back.
“Are you happy?”
You perk up at the question, one from some random conversation on the side. It was a complicated question, subjective even. You stand there and reflect on the last three hundred and something days. Every smile, every tear, every single moment spent living. You remember the moments when you were held, both in joy and sorrow. All the days spent alone and with your favorite people. Truth be told, the year behind you a tumultuous one. It had rewarded and punished you, built you up to knock you down. It brought you the greatest heartbreak of your life, and a moments where you truly believed that you would never see the light at the end of the tunnel.
“Well are you?”
You shake it off, looking around for your best friend. Sebastian comes into view, a green bottle in hand as Seth whispers something in his ear to make him laugh. You can hear it, the little giggle moving past his lips as he playfully bumps shoulders with his teammate.
He saunters over to you, raising the bottle with a wide grin. You feel your tummy do flips, but you pass it off as your previous chug acting up. Jordan announces the last five minutes of the year, urging guests to go outside to prepare for the countdown. Sebastian fills your glass, keeping the bottle close to his side.
“What took you so long?”
“Was looking for a full bottle.”
You giggle, nodding as you take another sip from your glass. “What’s your New Year’s resolution Sepe?
He pauses, his own champagne flute just halfway to his mouth. He never really thought about what his new year’s resolution, knowing full well it’ll be three weeks into the new year before he when he would forget about it. So why make one? He looks down at you, eyes filled with wonder as you take another sip from your glass.
Well, if he was being honest with himself there is one thing he would life to do in light of the new year. If there was a resolution he could make, it would be to be braver and bolder. It would be to work at it so that maybe, maybe he could be good enough for you. That maybe if he were just a little braver and a little bolder, he could find it in him to show you just how good he can be for you.
But he couldn’t say that.
“None, just keeping my good habits. You?”
“Gym.”
He laughs before he sips from his glass. You smile, downing the rest of your drink. You swipe the bottle from Sebastian’s hand to fill your glass to the brim. You didn’t mean to, but it seems the champagne had already made it to your head. The liquid slides down the side of the glass, and Sebastian laughs, leaning down to sip from the cup, pushing the liquid low enough that you won’t spill any more. His eyes stay connected to yours, a cheeky smile on his lips as he pulls away. Your cheeks heat up as you mutter a soft thank you.
“3 minutes!”
Marty’s voice carries over the music. The time on your phone screen reads 11:57 and suddenly your heart drops. In three minutes, you’d be back at day one. A new beginning, a new chapter.
“I don’t know if I said it,” Sebastian starts, “But I’m really happy you’re here. And you look beautiful tonight.”
The cool North Carolina air hits your reddened cheeks, and you can’t help the goofy grin that spreads on your face. “Thank you Sepe.”
You both stand there in comfortable silence, just drinking your drinks as the crowd around you chatters on about their excitement. Your shoulder’s touch, and Sebastian replays all his stupid little rules in his head over and over. The world continued to move, completely unaware of your urge to rest your head on his arm and Sebastian’s need to be closer to you. Just two friends that want to be closer but are too fucking scared to make a move.
There were moments in the last year that made you feel like you were truly better off, that you had found happiness beyond the heartbreak from your previous relationship. Though you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you missed the routines of one, how easy it used to be to slide your hand into the other person’s, or to look up at them as they talked like they held the world in their hands. It’s weird to confine your happiness to the intimate details of a relationship you are not in, so you push them aside. You forced yourself to look at every moment in your lonesome, every moment that aided in you putting your heart back together again. And all you can really go back to is him.
10…
You rest your head on his shoulder.
… 9…
Sebastian moves his arm so that he can wrap it around you, pulling you to his chest.
… 8…
Your hearts soar, higher than either of you had ever felt in your lifetimes.
… 7…
“Are you happy Y/n?”
… 6…
You look up at him, faces only inches apart.
…5…
“Yeah… I am. Are you?”
…4…
He smiles, nodding.
… 3…
“Yeah.”
… 2…
He leans forward, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips as he looks for any sign of hesitation. Any signal to tell him to back off.
1!
No hesitation, no signal. You were never more sure about something in your life until this very moment.
Happy New Year!
His lips meet yours, softly and sweetly as the room around you cheers loudly. With your free arm, you sling it around the back of his neck to pull him closer as his hands hold your waist to do the same. The butterflies flutter around your insides, making them flip inside out. You had to pull away to catch your breath.
“Happy New Year.” He says, forehead on yours.
“Happy New Year.” Your reply, panting softly.
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for to one of my favorite people here, @sebbyaho. i hope this eases the pain of the canes playoff elimination. ily.
#sebastian aho#sebastian aho x reader#sebastian aho fanfiction#sebastian aho imagine#carolina hurricanes#nhl fanfiction#nhl fic#nhl imagines#nhl imagine#sebastian aho fic#sebastian Aho x you#nhl x reader#nhl x you#carolina hurricanes imagine#canes imagine#canes lb#nhl hockey#nhl writing#hockey works#sebby aho <3
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SEBASTIAN AHO REC LIST
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Puck Me by @sydnikov
Four times Sebastian Aho hit you in the face with a puck and one time he didn’t. Two of those times you scorned his existence, one time you let him buy you something as an apology, the other you kissed him on the cheek, and, finally, you kissed.
AUTHORS INCLUDED ALL DESERVE A FOLLOW:
@sydnikov
UPDATED: 19/6/23
#swissboyhisch masterlist#swissboyhisch recs#swissboyhisch#sebastian aho imagine#sebastian aho x reader#sebastian aho rec list
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i’m procrastinating so badly on the cruel summer pt 2 imagine but it’s coming i promise 👅🤞
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broken hearts and dirty windows make life difficult to see
sebastian aho x fem!reader
two times you felt sebastian cracking your heart and one time he shattered it
word count: 2.2k
warnings: cursing, crumbling relationships, major dickweed vibes from mr. aho
a/n: hello hello! this a little gift for @sebbyaho as part of @antoineroussel’s summer fic exchange. i hope you enjoy <3 super huge props to demi for organizing yet another amazing event!!!! also everyone go thank @joshuaanderson because she’s the one who told me to get my ass in gear and write a 3+1 but i can’t commit to anything so this is what we ended up with
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The lack of public displays of affection in your relationship doesn’t bother you.
Private, not secret is the motto Sebastian lives by, given the nature of his rising superstardom, and you’ve always been one to keep to yourself. Over the years there have been tastefully curated instagram posts from each of you with heads cropped out or faces covered, but to those close it’s clear the two of you are a couple. You know Sebastian loves you, he knows you love him — that’s enough.
Raleigh, and North Carolina in general, might be becoming more hockey-centric, but the players and their families can still wander in peace. It’s part of the reason Sebastian has never tried to move. Pundits and reporters are correct in saying he could get a larger paycheque somewhere else, but it’s the anonymity and freedom to exist that keeps him, and you, here. There have been discussions about moving closer to your family, seeing as you both spend the off-season in Finland with his, but it’s never amounted to anything more than pillow talk fantasies. You’re happy in Raleigh and the Hurricanes have become a family away from home.
Anyone associated with the team, even on a part-time basis knows about Sebastian’s relationship. It’s important for both of you to share some parts of yourselves with others, and the easiest way to do that is by going to dinners or barbecues with teammates. He doesn’t have many friends outside the organization, and by nature of being far away from home neither do you. It isn’t inherently lonely, but a lot of your time is spent at work, with Sebastian, or the three former co-workers who are still in contact with you.
“Sepe,” you grumble, having grown increasingly tired of following him around the shopping mall. “Can’t you buy shoes without me?”
A pensive yet teasing look flashes across his features. “I suppose so, but there’s no fun in that.”
The comment earns him a light kick to the shin, which is swiftly followed up by Sebastian ruffling your hair. You manage to pry him away from the sneaker store with promises of something more worthwhile at home, and as you exit the store you feel Sebastian’s pinky link with yours. It’s something small he started doing years ago to let you know he was still around in crowded places, and you cherish the meaning it holds.
From around the corner there’s laughter, which doesn’t bother either of you, and you continue to wander towards the mall’s exit. “Aho, you beauty, is that you?” a boy, no more than nineteen, calls out from the group, approaching Sebastian with open arms. Instantly Sebastian’s hand is dropped from yours and he’s a good arms length away from you.
“Hey man, how’s it going? How’s camp?” your boyfriend asks with ease, slipping into an easy conversation about hockey while going around the circle and greeting everyone. It doesn’t take you long to concur that the boys are newcomers, part of this year’s draft class in Raleigh for development camp, and that they took a liking to Sebastian when he helped lead a couple of off ice seminars about how to adjust to living alone in a new city.
You hang back, letting the guys do their thing, not particularly interested in whatever drill they’re talking about. Sebastian has interests that differ from your own, including hockey, and it’s nice to give him space to engage in it with other fans. The digital edition of The New Yorker was released early in the morning, and you scroll through your phone reading articles of interest. Eventually someone clears their throat, signalling your presence has been noted.
“And you are?”
Before you can speak and introduce yourself, Sebastian does it for you. “She’s just a friend of mine,” he shrugs casually, completely forgetting to mention that the two of you have been dating for nearly four years, “And we’ve actually got to get going. See you around.”
With the parting words uttered and handshakes administered yet again, the group splits in the opposite direction you and Sebastian are going. The white hot sting of rejection burns in your stomach, creeps up your esophagus, and threatens to spill out. Tears also begin to well in your eyes but you blink them away. Why didn’t he just just introduce you as his girlfriend? There has never been any hesitation from him in the past.
Suddenly walking beside him is too much, and you need a few degrees of separation from the man you love. “I just forgot I need to stop by the office quickly,” you blurt out. “Nina left some documents for me to sign since I won’t be there on Monday when the deal goes through.”
“Want me to come with you?” Sebastian asks, back to playing the doting boyfriend like nothing happened. You suppose to him maybe nothing had.
“It’s okay, I’ll only be a few extra minutes. Besides, you have so many bags. I’ll meet you at home.”
You allow him to place a kiss to your cheek in farewell, and head in the opposite direction. Once you’re sure Sebastian is out of the building, or at least out of sight, you make a beeline for the nearest washroom, no longer able to hold back from crying.
In the mirror as you splash water on your face to reduce puffiness, a vain and probably futile attempt of not alerting Sebastian to your upset, you can’t help but curse his name. “Private, not secret,” you mutter, flicking more water upwards, “How fucking stupid.”
Enough time eventually passes for you to have reasonably gone to the office and signed papers, and you catch a glimpse of yourself on the way out. Mascara dots your undereyes, though not noticeably, but it’s the pained expression on your features that unsettles you. You hadn’t realized until this moment that the reason you’re so upset isn’t because he didn’t declare his love for you, but because he did it so easily and without a second thought you wonder how many times he’s done it when you're not around.
The thought makes a small piece of your heart splinter off.
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Independence in relationships is incredibly important.
You’ve always been a force to be reckoned with, and that didn’t end when you started dating Sebastian. Doing things alone has never been an issue for you — solo travelling has always been one of your favourite hobbies and you still regularly take weekends away without your boyfriend. He does the same, knows it’s healthy, and the time apart helps you grow and be stronger together. Tonight the two of you are going out with separate friend groups, getting ready alongside each other in a comfortable silence.
“Babe? Pass me my toothbrush?” Sebastian asks, words muffled slightly by the towel he has scrunched over his face to try and try his hair.
In the middle of brushing your own, you nod before reaching into the toothbrush holder and pulling out the bamboo stick that matches yours. A year or so ago you realized just how much plastic waste the hygiene tool creates, and Sebastian welcomed the change with open arms. Soon the only sound in the bathroom is the scrubbing of teeth and the hum that Sebastian elicits when you bend over to spit in the sink. You go to swat him for the insinuated lewdness but he dodges easily, playful smile on his lips before he ducks out of the room to change.
Mascara and lipstick are the finishing touches to your makeup look, which is complete in a matter of seconds. Hair is the next item to check off your list — it’s too hot in the southern heatwave Raleigh is experiencing to do anything other than a ponytail, but you try to spice it up with a fluffy braid or two. It sounds as though Sebastian is getting ready to leave from the newly sneaker-clad footsteps clomping around the apartment, and being finished enough in the bathroom to leave it you go to bid him goodbye.
He’s facing away from you, back slightly hunched because he’s no doubt texting Teuvo that he’s on the way to pick him up. You didn’t care to ask about the details of this guys’ night, but from a casual conversation or two throughout the week you learned they were going to some upscale bar that supposedly has the best bottle service in the world, according to a few rookies. Careful not to alert him to your presence, you tip-toe across the room and wrap your arms around Sebastian’s waist as soon as you’re able. You inhale into his shirt, breathing in cologne and something else that’s indescribably Sebastian, but you also don’t miss the way his muscles contract under your touch instead of releasing.
“Have fun tonight,” you say softly while backing away, afraid to make him any more uncomfortable. Affection in your home has always been encouraged by Sebastian despite his reservations about it in public.
His response is just as quiet. “Thanks, sweetheart, you too.”
A ping comes from Sebastian’s phone then, and he goes to leave, goes as far as taking two steps towards the door before you make one more move of desperation for some intimacy. You tug his arm back gently, lace your fingers through his, and lean in. Sebastian has never said no to a kiss in all the years you’ve known him, and hopefully it will appease the anxiety creating roots in your brain.
“Don’t kiss me.”
You’re beyond taken aback by the words — are actually flabbergasted. “Why not?” you ask, but the words are shaky and don’t come out of your mouth as you would have liked them to.
Sebastian sighs. “Your lipstick will get stuck in the corners of my mouth and the guys will tease me relentlessly. I just don’t want that right now.”
It takes everything in you to not let him see the hurt he’s caused displayed on your features. You’ve always been an emotive person, and it was something Sebastian always said he loved about you. “That’s never stopped you before.”
“Well, it’s stopping me now.”
He’s gone without an apology, though the remarks thrown your direction are firmly located in a morally ambiguous grey area so you’re not even sure one is warranted, and promises to see you when he gets home. The door opens and shuts without so much of a hinge squeak, and you’re left alone with nothing but your racing thoughts and heavy heart.
You pick up your phone, send a few texts to the group chat explaining that you’re under the weather but want them to still have fun, and crawl into bed lipstick and all. It unintentionally stains the pillowcase in the shuffle, and your heartstrings tug — would it have been such a bad thing if Sebastian had been marked as yours?
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The rare dinners you’re able to share with Sebastian during the season are normally filled with a comfortable silence.
Tonight, however, it’s suffocating. Normally you would chalk up the slight scowl and grunts while he shovels food into his mouth to a bad practice, but it was an off day. You’re utterly perplexed at the behaviour, at everything Sebastian has done lately, but you’re too exhausted to have that conversation with him. Maybe someday soon, possibly even tomorrow, but not right now. All you’re focused on is getting through dinner and crawling into bed.
Your work day had been horrendous — everything went wrong that could, plus things you didn’t even know had the option to blow up in your face. Clients screamed at you over the phone about advertisements not being printed, a co-worker ‘accidentally’ ate your lunch, and the position you interviewed for was given to a newcomer with little skill. All you want to do is put this day behind you and start again when the sun rises.
Clanking cutlery is enough to pull you out of your thoughts. You notice Sebastian’s plate is clear, your own barely touched, and he’s looking at you with an unreadable stare. After so many years together you thought you could read him like a book, but apparently not.
“I thought I could like it like this.”
Your own fork and knife crash against porcelain, making your ears ring. “Like what?”
Sebastian sighs, “Us. I thought I could learn to love us like this. Just being boring and domestic, but I can’t. I need more.”
Pain flashes across your features, and he winces when he looks up to see the wounded expression you wear. Not knowing what else to do, you take a sip of water. One turns into several, and soon the glass in front of you is empty.
“I can give you more,” you whisper. You know you’d give anything to Sebastian if he asked, and you are determined to make this work.
He shakes his head, most likely in defeat or exasperation. “You can’t. That’s alright, I’ve accepted it. You should too.”
The finality in his tone surprises you — he’s clearly been thinking about this for a while, and his disinterest in including you in the conversation stings almost as much as the action of him walking away from the table. Sebastian continues to say nothing as you sit mouth agape and unable to move. Time is frozen and you’re stuck, possibly forever in the moment where the relationship you thought would last forever shattered into a million pieces. You don’t even know he’s actually gone until the front door slams, effectively breaking your heart in a way you’re not sure can ever be repaired.
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don't overthink when you could be loving me - sebastian aho (a sneakpeek !)
a/n: for months on end i've had so many fic ideas floating around in my head but just haven't put aside the time to properly flesh them out (wips list incoming !). it's been a battle trying to pick which one to start with but i've recently gone on a tangent of just exclusively seeking out canes fics and there's a bit of a drought in that area. so here's something new! (this sneak peek is also to keep me accountable lol)
summary: your inadvertent friendship with some of the canes players was not something you advertised in your day-to-day life. but an evening of friday night drinks changes that when you find yourself trapped in the same bar with your new co-workers and one love-struck sebastian aho who’s determined to make it known that you’re spoken for… well, tentatively that is.
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You won’t lie - you weren’t always a big believer in keeping your personal life and work life separate.
Despite the numerous warnings about how “your co-workers aren’t your friends”, you couldn’t help but become close to them no matter where you went. You’ve always felt like you’ve lucked out in that department.
The moment when your luck seemed to wear out was at your old office.
It didn’t start off any different than your previous roles. Everyone was cordial when you joined the team, you’d attend a few casual after-work drinks to not come off standoff-ish, and then a work dinner or event would eventually roll around where free-flowing drinks were guaranteed to loosen up everybody’s lips, including yours.
It’s not like you would run around advertising the fact that you were family friends with Seth Jarvis growing up. But hockey culture was thriving in Raleigh and conversations couldn't pass without a mention of the Canes thrown into the mix. And more often than not, you were happy to pass on any unused tickets that Seth had reserved in your name every year.
Of course, the first round of tickets, generally no one questions where they came from. But by the fourth round, who would believe that you just accidentally bought expensive seats not knowing you already had plans?
So, it would eventually come to light that you knew the Canes more than just their names and the responses you would receive usually followed the same pattern. You’d get the looks of amazement and disbelief, followed by thirty minutes of inquisitioning, and then the excitement of the news would eventually fade before moving on to something salacious that had happened earlier that week.
With this set of co-workers though, the news of your affiliation was volatile.
Suddenly, your tickets weren’t viewed as a generous offering but rather as a right. People in different departments whom you had never met started taking you out for lunches with a casual mention of how they hadn’t ever been to a live game; your boss expected you to give them up for the sake of appeasing potential clients; girls would invite you out with the hopes of them showing up to wherever you were.
You resigned after four months.
So when you signed your letter of offer for your new role, you made a silent promise to yourself to keep that portion of your life separate. So, you distanced yourself.
Seth had noticed. He had known that you would occasionally give up your tickets when you knew you weren’t able to make a game. But as more and more weeks had passed, he had maybe seen your seats filled twice. Once by a few of your closest girlfriends and the other was when your parents had come to town for a long weekend.
Outings with him and the team became infrequent as you declined to attend any sort of public event that would bear the risk of you being caught out by your new colleagues. And when you were eventually questioned why, you simply excused that your new job had you locked down.
The second person to notice your increasing absence was Sebastian.
Since Seth’s rookie days, you had been, on more than several occasions, his plus one to team events. And over the years, you had gotten to know some of the younger members who were able to keep up with Seth’s redbull-fueled energy. That included Sebastian.
The first time you had actually properly spoken to him was at a Canes charity gala. Seth and KK had been swept into a conversation by a few board members, leaving you to quietly people watch from your assigned seat.
“Refill?”
You turned to find Sebastian with an arm extended out; a glass of champagne delicately sat between his fingers. You returned a gracious smile as he sat down in Seth’s seat.
“You manage to avoid the noise fest?” you lightly poked, looking over at Seth where Andrei and Jack were now caught.
He let out a laugh and shook his head while looking down, “I’ve definitely done my fair share of the sucking up.”
“You didn’t feel like joining your boyfriend?”
You choked on your drink as soon as the assumption left his mouth. You couldn’t help but begin laughing as you coughed up a response, “Oh my god, no. Seth and I grew up together back home. Our parents were close friends.”
His face flushed red at the revelation.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed because you’ve come to a few of these things with him before and you’re at our games a lot,” he tried to reason as he rubbed the back of his neck to ease the embarrassment.
You shook your head with the same amused look donned across your face, “he’s really never mentioned that we grew up together as kids?”
“I’m sure he’s mentioned it but it’s hard to catch everything he says. He talks… a lot.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the blunt statement.
You had found it easy to talk to Sebastian. The conversation flowed seamlessly, from the standard questioning of each other’s jobs to the shared ache of missing home. Before you knew it, Seth had returned with a sheepish look on his face; apologetic for his disappearance but not missing the flash of disappointment across his teammate’s face when you said goodnight.
After that, the trajectory of your relationship with Sebastian had shifted into something more. Sure, you both became friends, growing comfortable in the presence of one another. But as time went on you couldn’t help but feel like the line between you two would occasionally go hazy; blurring completely on a big night out following a hard-fought win.
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Playoff Love|| A. Svechnikov
Gif not mine
Pairings: Andrei Svechnikov x gf!reader
Summary: after the canes win their first round game you decide to show your boyfriend how much you love him.
Warnings: oral (f!receiving), fingering, swearing, praise kink Andrei, dirty talk, fluffy ending and starting, and my Google translate.
Word count: 1.1k
Note: I love Andrei so much and I just had to do it for the canes. AND THE LEAFS MADE SECOND ROUND!!!
When your boyfriend clinched the playoffs, you couldn’t be more excited for him and the team. Andrei had a tendency to get really horny every time you wore his jersey, and for the playoffs, he made it his mission to win game five for you. But today was the sixth game, and the Canes were already leading the series 3-2.
The game didn’t start till later, and you couldn’t wait to watch your boyfriend. "Malyshka, I have to go." Andrei says, with his bag of hockey stuff and his suit on. Getting off the bed, you walk up to him. "Well, I’ll be watching every second, and if you win, I’ll show you how much I love you." You say in a teasing tone.
"Don’t try something you know you can’t win." He warns you, grabbing your chin and tilting you up to look at him. You smile at him brightly. "I think it’ll be a win-win if you win. If not only one of us will suffer." You say, moving your eyes down to Andrei’s bulge growing in his pants.
"Fuck Malyshka, you're pushing my limits." Andrei groans in his heavy accent. He kisses you deeply before saying goodbye. You had high hopes for the game for Andrei’s sake, but either way, he was going to fuck you up all night. You still had two hours to spare, so you decided to clean up the apartment you and Andrei live in and pick out your outfit.
Looking through your lingerie drawer, you find a red and black lace pattern one-piece. It drew your attention immediately as it represented the colour of the canes. Placing the piece on your bed, you grab some simple black tights and Andrei’s jersey. When you leave your closet, you grab the clothes and put them on.
You couldn’t deny that you knew what you were doing. The moment you started to flirt with Andrei and tease him, you had a feeling it would end with you on the bed, coming for hours, win or lose. Either way, it had you really excited. Putting on the last piece of clothing, you grab your phone, keys, and wallet, putting them all into your purse.
You got to the game right before it started. You took your seat right behind the glass of the Canes' net. If the canes won, they’d move on to the second round, and you had a good feeling. As the game went on, it got to the end, and they did it 2-1! Sebastian Aho and Paul Stastny had scored, allowing us to win.
You texted Andrei that his winning prize was at home waiting for him, giving you all the time to strip, leaving you in your lingerie lying on your bed resting on your elbows while arching your back. "Malyshka!" Andrei called out; you could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer.
"Y/n," he says quietly, peeking his head through the barely opened door. Andrei’s eyes widen as he sees you on the bed, feeling his dick strain in his pants. "Wow, this is… fuck Malyshka." He says, flabbergasted. "Big wins equal big surprises." You tell him, biting the bottom of your lip.
Andrei unbuttons his dress shirt, revealing his abs. He crawls over your body on the bed with his face inches from yours. "Only bad girls wear skimpy lingerie. Are you a bad girl?" He taunts, trailing a finger around the patterns of the material. "I’m a good girl, I promise. I did it for you." You said, pouting your lip ever so slightly.
"How can I say no to that?" Andrei captures your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth as he pushes your hips into the mattress. Andrei trails his lips from your lips to your neck and right under your ear. "I bet if I put my hand in between your legs, they’d be soaked because that’s what good girls are. Soaked." He growls, nipping at your ear.
"Andrei." You whine, rocking your hips upwards to create some sort of friction. "How much do you like this piece?" He asks, turning you over so you are on top. Too focused on getting yourself off, you try to wiggle your hips out of his grasp. "Answer me, Malyshka." He demands. "It doesn’t mean anything." You shudder as Andrei finally allows you to grind against him.
"Good girl." He praises ripping the lace from the back. You gasp as you feel the cool breeze run over your back, causing goosebumps. Andrei peels off the top half of your piece. "Up." Andrei taps under your thigh as you lift your hips, giving Andrei the opportunity to tear off the rest of your lingerie.
"You have way too many clothes on." You say, reconnecting your lips, taking off his dress shirt, and unbuckling his belt. Andrei leans against the bed frame, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to his cock. You moan, parting your lips. "You had a good time today?" He asks, rolling you over on your back. "The best." You say smiling. Andrei places teasing kisses down your stomach, using his free hand to play with your tits.
"That’s what I like to hear." Andrei says, running his fingers up and down your slick folds, spreading your wetness. You moan, scratching the back of his head. "That’s it, Malyshka; let me hear you." You moan in response as Andrei adds a digit to your pussy. He pumps in and out at a fast pace while his thumb works on your clit.
"You like that dirty girl." Andrei taunts, adding a second digit, pumping even faster. "That’s it, come on my fingers." He orders. You gasp, clenching around his thick fingers. Andrei’s head moves down your body, placing peppered kisses here and there before going to your pussy and licking you clean. The heels of your feet dig into Andrei’s back as your hands pull at his hair.
Your head falls back as a loud moan escapes you. "Andrei, please," you beg as he continues to give you long strokes with his tongue. "You taste divine Malyshka." Andrei says with a cheeky grin. "Fuck Andrei, I'm going to-" Before you could finish, your second orgasm rolled through, causing your body to go limp.
"Look at you, being such a good girl, coming for me. It’s a good thing we won." Andrei says coming back up to face you, placing a kiss on both of your cheeks. "You’re lucky; I love you." You say to him. "And you’re lucky, I love you, because you should have about two more rounds to make up for my four wins." He says picking you up and taking you to the shower.
You laugh all the way there because, like you said, "you had a feeling it would end with you on the bed, coming for hours, win or lose." And it was the biggest win of your life.
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