#colavalanche

On the whole, Nate was pretty careful about money. It was endearing to you, really, how he insisted on price-checking the furniture for your shared apartment while the two of you shopped at IKEA, or how he still clipped coupons when he went grocery shopping. You were used to being careful with your money, but Nate was a professional athlete. He didn’t really need to, but yet, he cared about saving his money...

Except when it came to his game-day clothing.

It wasn’t a surprise that hockey players dropped money on bespoke suits for game days, and Nate was no different. From the first time you went to the tailor with him, you could see how much he enjoyed being involved in the process, from picking fabrics to asking about the measurements to accessorizing. You liked seeing the ways his eyes lit up with interest. The guest room closet in your apartment was wholly dedicated to his gameday suits, shirts, ties, and shoes.

Oh, the shoes.

The first time you saw his Louboutins, it was early in the season, at a home game against Minnesota. He’d finished dressing and headed into the kitchen for his pre-game glass of water and a kiss from you, but something was different. You noticed immediately. He was holding himself differently, with more… assertiveness, confidence. You’d seen the suit before, so that hadn’t changed. You inspected the suit, the shirt, the tie, and you couldn’t figure out what had changed until he went on his toes to reach for a glass and you saw the distinctive red bottom of his shoes. You mouth went dry and you mentally calculated if he could leave just a little bit later. It appeared he wasn’t the only one affected by the shoes, then. You kissed him a little deeper before he had to leave, and you were sure you felt him cop a feel before he departed with a cocksure little smirk.

Ever since then you made sure to notice his attitude change when he wore them and you reveled in it. A few months later, his pre-game kiss had even become pre-game trapping you against the doorframe and leaving you breathing heavy with a desperate need for some quality time with one of the toys in your nightstand before you dressed to head to the game yourself. It was that day that your idea was born.

You started saving up your money on the side, being sneaky, careful. The two of you had a shared bank account so you’d get out cash for lunch or shopping or something and put aside the bulk of it in your underwear drawer. By February, your plan was in full-swing. Your anniversary was on the 16th, which was close enough to Valentine’s Day that the two of you usually celebrated both days together (a ‘Valentinesversary’ Nate had called it your first year together and it had stuck). Nate had a home game on the 15th and you suggested the two of you could go out for a late dinner together after the game. He could get back into his game day suit and you’d dress up for the game, so you could leave right from the arena.

At his request, you set out your favourite suit for him on the guest bed: a perfectly cut single-breasted narrow shawl lapel charcoal jacket with matching modern-cut trousers that made his ass look fantastic. You paired it with an off-white linen shirt, and a silk dark green skinny tie with small cream-coloured polka dots and a matching pocket square. You left his Louboutins out next to the suit in a sort of silent declaration of what you’d both been skirting around for months: that the shoes were… well, sexy. They inspired something in the two of you and well… if there was any particular night to celebrate that, it was your anniversary.

When Nate changed and headed into the kitchen, you were still in your robe. He drank his glass of water, then crowded you against the sink for his goodbye kiss. He was definitely on the same page as you, completely forgoing the light brush of the lips in lieu of crowding you against the counter and taking you apart with his lips as his fingers deftly untied your robe. His palm ran across your soft stomach before curling around your hip and holding you against him as he broke the kiss to drag his mouth across your jaw, down to your neck. His lips slid over your skin and you whimpered his name just as he stepped back away from you.

“Tease,” you mumbled sullenly, though your expression softened at his impish grin.

He reached out to squeeze your hand as he grabbed his keys off the counter next to you. “See you after the game, Y/N,” he said, giving you one last, light kiss on the cheek. “Happy Valentinesversary.”

As soon as he left, you went into full-get-ready-mode. You already had everything hidden in the back of your half of the walk-in master closet. You had treated yourself to a spa day the day before to get exfoliated and waxed in all the necessary places, and Gabe’s fiancée, Mel, was due to arrive any moment to help you with your hair and makeup. You slid off your robe and changed into your favourite (and most supportive) lingerie set before sliding on the sleeveless navy dress you’d gotten a few months ago. It settled nicely over your curves, something you might have been too hesitant to wear it before, but Nate had been really good for you. He loved your curves, and the way he genuinely reacted when you showed them off rather than hid them had done a lot for your self-confidence since the two of you started dating. The dress hit you just above the knees, teasing just the right amount of your thick thighs that you knew drove Nate wild. You got out your slouchy white cardigan to keep the dress a little casual for the game and keep you warm when you were outside. While you waited for Mel to arrive, you got out the special ‘gift’ you’d been saving for for months. The brown box with white writing was on the center of your bed, ready for the evening you’d planned.

Mel arrived, expertly helping with your hair and makeup so it could be done a lot faster than if it had just been you. She was a wonderful, supportive friend. You were hesitant at first, when you started seeing Nate. You didn’t look like the other partners of the guys on the team, but the group was so warm, so supportive, and you didn’t ever once feel out of place with them. You were grateful for their friendship, and it was nice having a support system of people who knew what it was like to date someone who was away so often.

Mel finished the last of the curls at the back of your head before you realized the two of you should head out soon.

“Can I see them?” Mel said, nodding to the box. She was the only one privy to your plan and the “Louboutin Saga” as she called it.

You got the shoes off, handing her one to appreciate while you got the other one on your foot. They were white patent leather strappy stiletto heels, higher than you normally wore, but you’d tried them on a few times to get your feet used to them. Walking was a challenge, but not impossible and luckily, it hadn’t snowed lately so you wouldn’t have to worry about slipping and falling.

“They’re gorgeous, Y/N,” Mel said, handing you the other shoe so you could put it on. “He’s gonna love it.”

“I hope so. I’ll keep you updated after the game,” you laughed as the two of you headed out.

Mel laughed as the two of you got into her car. “Not if everything goes according to plan. I won’t hear a peep out of you until at least tomorrow while you’re recovering.”

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The game went well, the Avs winning a decisive 5-2 victory. Nate had the game winning goal, as well as an assist on Barrie’s empty-net goal. You were sure he’d have some media to handle in the locker room, and luckily you’d come prepared with your spare key to his car so you could sit in the warmth of his heated seats while you waited for him. You’d lost some time catching up on instagram when the driver’s side door opened and Nate slid in, back in his suit, his hair still wet from his post-game shower, and his smile wide and lighting up his whole face.

“Enjoy the game?” he asked before leaning across the center console to give you a gentle kiss.

You nodded, smiling against his lips. “You looked great out there,” you hummed. “I’m proud of you.”

Three years with Nate and his cheeks still flushed pink when you told him you were proud of him. It was sweet.

When you arrived at the restaurant, a nice Italian place you’d been going to on special occasions since you met, Nate stepped out and handed his keys to the valet before coming around to your side to help you out of the car. You purposely flashed him the red from the bottom of your new Louboutin shoes and smiled to yourself as he froze, looking as though he was choking on air.

“Happy Valentinesversary,” you quipped, smirking at him as he finally took in the rest of your outfit, looking like he wanted to devour you there and then.

“I-” he started, opening and closing his mouth a few times before seemingly realizing that words weren’t going to come to him easily anytime soon. He quietly offered his arm to you, then helped you out of your cardigan when you got inside. He ran his palms up and down your bare arms as the maître d’ looked up your reservation. “You look…. Wow…” he murmured in your ear, nuzzling against you for a moment before the two of you followed the host to your table.

Dinner was as incredible as always. You were always a fan of anything they did, so you never minded trying whatever the chef’s special was. This time it was a duck confit and ricotta gnocchi with grilled beef tenderloin over roasted asparagus in a honey truffle glaze. You never wavered on your dessert preferences, though. Their crème brûlée was, quite frankly, dessert porn. And the way Nate blushed all the way down to his neck when you moaned at the first bite was certainly an added perk.

Nate’s hand was resting low on your back, just above the curve of your ass as you waited for the valet. His gaze was still heated and you were starting to shift with anticipation for the through dicking down you knew you were going to get when you got home. It was always so easy for you to read Nate’s face, and for him to read yours. It was, you thought, one of the things that made your relationship so strong. You could always communicate with each other, but sometimes you didn’t need words. The two of you knew each other so well.

As he drove home, you took your time looking at him, the way his thighs barely fit the trousers, the way his hand curled around the gear shift, and at one particularly well-lit stoplight, you found yourself wondering the safety ramifications of sucking him off as he drove.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re not going to make it home,” Nate’s amused voice broke you from your thoughts as they grew more and more indecent.

Your eyes found his just before the light turned green and you grinned. “Better get home fast then,” you replied. “I’m feeling very impatient.”

“Me too,” Nate replied, lifting his hand from the gear shift to your thigh, sliding up and squeezing before he had to change gears again.

You shifted in your seat until he finally turned into the parking at your apartment building. You got out before he’d even turned the car off, impatiently digging your key out of your purse so you could get in the door as fast as possible. Nate wasn’t far behind and as soon as your apartment door was shut behind you, Nate backed you against it and kissed you breathless, his hands finally exploring your body the way you’d both wanted him to do all damn night. You pushed your cardigan off while he’d worked your dress up around your waist. You started to toe off your heels but his hand tightened around your hip.

“No,” he said, his voice hitching. “Leave ‘em on.”

You grinned as you helped him pull your dress over her head. He mutely stared at your lingerie while you answered him. “Only if you leave yours on, too.”

He nodded dumbly, sliding his coat off and folding it over a chair before unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling them up his arms. You stared, mouth watering. He knew how much you were enjoying this. You didn’t have time to talk yourself into pushing away from the door, because it was just a few more seconds and he had his hand on one of your thighs, guiding your leg around his waist, and his other hand was pushing your panties to the side to plunge two fingers into you. You started to whimper his name but he swallowed it with another kiss as he felt just how soaked you were for him. You rolled your hips up against his hand, wanting more friction, more movement, more something.

“God, Y/N,” Nate murmured, watching his fingers slide in and out of you. “The minute you got out of my car I wanted to fuck you right there on the hood. Those shoes. Fuck. I wanna buy you twenty more pairs, those red bottoms look so fucking good on you.”

You tugged him close again by his tie, digging your stiletto heel into his backside. “Got ‘em for you, babe,” you murmured before capturing his lips again, whimpering as his thumb found your clit, circling lightly.

He took his time, fucking you with his hand, but you were quick to get impatient and eventually you grabbed his wrist, curling it around the metal of his watch and tugging up till the two fingers he’d had inside you were rubbing in fast circles around your clit, bringing you off fast. He knew what made you tick and a quick orgasm before he fucked you sounded perfect. You came in a fast, sudden wave, your head falling back against the door.

“Fuck me, Nate. Now,” you whined, fisting your hand in his hair and bringing him into another kiss.

“Here?” he asked between kisses, and you nodded.

His wide hands explored your lace-covered breasts while you worked open his pants, freeing his dick and stroking it a few times before pouting up at him until he hooked an arm under your thigh and guided himself into you, stretching you and filling you and it felt like you were calling out his name in breathy little moans each time his hips snapped against yours, fucking you into the door.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” Nate said, reaching down to get your other leg off the floor. He didn’t do this often, you always worried about your weight, but he’d made it clear that he didn’t care and loved fucking you while holding you up against the wall. The angle he was fucking you at changed as you curled your other leg around him, digging your heels into him as he held you up with two strong hands under your ass.

You steadied yourself with one arm over his shoulders but the other hand was free to slide from where it had been playing with his silk tie up to curl your fingers into his hair, tugging hard as he sped up. His pants finally shifted and fell the rest of the way down his legs, over his shoes.

The linen of his shirt was getting damp with his sweat as he fucked you harder, to the point where you couldn’t even form his name, let alone any other words. So, when he asked you if he could come inside of you, all you could do was nod and dig your shoes into his ass with encouragement. His hips stuttered and his head fell back as he spilled inside you, filling you with his cum and just holding you there against the door while the both of you caught your breath. His softening cock shifted inside of you as he toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and boxer-briefs. You tried to bring your feet to the floor, but he tightened his hands to keep your legs wrapped around him as he walked you, still filling you with his cock, to your bedroom.

After depositing you on the bed, he finally peeled your panties down your legs, still leaving your shoes on. He knelt on the bed, bringing your heeled foot to him and pressing a kiss to the inside of your ankle, then slowly working his way up your leg with a series of kisses, bites, and nibbles up to your thigh, where he sucked a hard bruise before you felt the hot air of his breath against your pussy. His thumb worked slow circles over your clit while he licked his cum out of you, moaning into your cunt the way you moaned around your dessert that night. He ate you out with a sort of enthusiasm that you knew his face would be covered in your juices.

“Fuck, Nate,” you cried as he moved back to take a deep breath, letting his stubble scrape obscenely over your thigh and your legs actually spasmed around his head. “Jesus…”

He chuckled before diving back into you, pressing his face so hard against you that you’d felt his tongue spear deeper into you deeper than he ever had before and when his nose bumped your clit, your orgasm took you completely by surprise. So much so that you cried out loud, unable to control your volume. You were pretty sure you blacked out or your soul left your body or something, because when you came to, you were breathing heavy, and Nate was kneeling over you, his knees on either side of your stomach. His face was soaked and he was already hard again. He grinned wide as he opened a wide, flat, distinctively blue box.

“Happy Valentinesversary,” he said, taking out a long, double stranded necklace. The silver chain was dotted with diamonds, pearls, and turquoise. It was beautiful. He reached down to gently lift your head and slide the necklace on you, looking appreciatively as it settled between your lace-clad breasts. You reached out to stroke him and he took your hand and kissed it. “I got it, babe.”

You tiredly hummed your agreement and ran your nails lightly up and down his thighs as he jerked off over you. As he got close, he aimed his cock at your chest, ribbons of white falling over your lingerie and your new gift.

“Did you really buy me a Tiffany necklace just to cum on it?” you teased, running your hand through Nate’s hair as he caught his breath.

He shrugged, giving you a sex-dopey smile and your breath caught in your throat. You loved him so much.

“In my defense, it looks really, really good on you,” he chuckled, near-collapsing on top of you and nuzzling against the side of your neck. He was making a huge mess and you didn’t much care. “So do the shoes.”

“You cum on these shoes and I swear to god you’re sleeping on the couch,” you laughed in response.