#finally mine

The breakup seemingly came out of nowhere. You’d been dating Mat Barzal for almost a year, and everything was going well until all of a sudden it wasn’t. Mat grew distant and you tried to tell yourself it was just stress, and once the Islanders clinched their spot in the playoffs he’d be able to take a breath and return to his usual self. That didn’t happen. One night you were sitting on the couch after a frustrating away stretch waiting for Mat to come home. You heard the door slam and cringed, knowing he’d be angry. He walked into the living room and blurted out that he’d cheated on you. He announced that he’d get his stuff and leave in the morning, and turned on his heel before you could even get a word in. You weren’t exactly shocked, but that didn’t stop you from feeling sadness burning in your chest and beginning to spread throughout your body. Your eyes began to water but you willed yourself not to cry, you’d promised yourself you would never cry over a boy. You felt the sadness morphing into something more, into unadulterated anger. Since when did he think he could just waltz in here and tell you he’d cheated on you with no explanation, no apology, nothing? He didn't even wait for your reaction, was too much of a coward to hear what you had to say to him. You hadn’t truly begun to process what happened, but you numbly turned the volume up on the tv, and stared at the screen until you fell asleep.

A few weeks later, once Mat was well and truly out of your life, you decided enough was enough. You needed to get out of the house. You got dressed up, put on your tightest dress, one that Mat would never let you wear, and hit one of the many clubs in your area. You also decided to post a picture on Instagram, a mirror selfie of you from the side, back ever so slightly arched. You did everything you wanted to do while you were with Mat but were never allowed to do.  You noticed while in the back of the Uber Pierre Luc Dubois had liked your most recent post. You recognized the name, you’d seen him like a few of your posts before. You found yourself scrolling through his page, and you had to admit we was definitely attractive. You liked a few of his photos, and put your phone away as you pulled up to the club. You thought nothing of it until the next morning when you woke up, a slight headache forming at the base of your skull. You didn’t get wasted the night before, but you definitely had more than a few drinks. You checked instagram and saw you had one new DM. It was PL, and he’d simply said “Hey, couldn’t help but notice you deleted your pics w Mat, did something happen?” You smirked, clearly he spent quite a bit of time scrolling through your page if he noticed those photos were gone. You knew PL and Mat knew each other, you’d heard Mat talk about him occasionally, so it wasn’t totally outlandish that he would be scrolling through your page every now and then. You decided to respond him, he was in Columbus anyway, what could possibly come of it? “Yeah we broke up, he walked in one day and told me he cheated, then left before I could say anything” you typed in response, before getting up to go get some Advil and a glass of water. He’d already responded by the time you came back to bed, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness. “What a shithead, I’m here if you wanna talk about it.” You smiled to yourself, and even though you barely knew this boy there was something that was drawing you to him. “I’m starting to get over it, we grew so distant the last few weeks it doesn’t feel a whole lot different without him :( I would however like to get to know you, I’ve seen you liking my posts :p”. He started typing almost instantly. “What can I say, a pretty girl like you deserves attention.” You felt your face heat up slightly at that, allowing yourself to enjoy the flattery without looking too deeply into it and wondering whether or not it was all just for a quick fuck the next time he was in the city. You two talked for the rest of the day, getting to know each other. You gave him your number and the discussion moved to iMessage.

You talked for weeks, everything from goofy selfies on Snapchat to late night Skype calls that lasted hours. You felt like you’d known Luc for longer than a month and a half, your conversations always flowing seamlessly, as if you’d been friends for years. It hadn’t taken for your conversations to begin to turn sexual, but you certainly weren’t complaining. It had all started because you’d continued to post revealing photos on your Instagram and VSCO, the kind Mat always yelled at you for, but you loved. You were confident and you wanted to show your body off, and saw no harm in doing so. Luc had liked the photo, and quickly sent you a shirtless selfie, a slight flush decorating his muscular chest. The caption had said something about how incredible you looked, and how hot and bothered he was for you. You’d sent him some others you’d taken, a lace bodysuit and tight skirt decorating your body. You were rewarded with a photo of him, the outline of his dick showing through the material of his sweatpants. You sent a photo of just yourself in just the bodysuit, and he eventually sent a photo of his abs, now covered in his cum and his dick, just beginning to soften. He was impressive to say the least, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get off to the thought of him fucking you and send him a video of you moaning his name.

One day, Luc texted you in the middle of the week asking if you had plans for the weekend. Once you told him you didn’t he disappeared for a bit, before texting you half an hour later. He had sent you info for a flight to Vancouver. You’d mentioned it one day in a conversation, saying you’d always wanted to see the city and go to a game there. He explained they’d be there a day early and asked if you wanted to fly out for the weekend and meet him. You immediately accepted his offer, thrilled to finally have a chance to be with him in person. Before you knew it you were on your way to the airport on Friday morning, and soon enough you were in Vancouver. You spent the day wandering through the city after checking into the hotel Luc had booked for you and refused to let you pay for. You visited all of the most popular spots, and ate a delicious dinner before returning to the hotel for the night. You sent Luc a snap, a selfie of you wearing nothing but a lacy bralette, thanking him for everything. He replied with a selfie as well, saying “The pleasure is all mine, baby”. You talked for a while before he had to go to bed, the time difference combined with an early flight for him tomorrow meaning it was still fairly early for you. Before he left he asked “Can I come to your hotel once we land? I have something for you.” You responded with a yes, and gave him your room number. You decided to watch Netflix for a bit before you too went to sleep. The next morning you awoke to a text letting you know Luc’s flight had just left. You decided you would just hang out in the hotel until he got there, not wanting to leave when you looked outside and were greeted with the sight of grey skies and rain. You showered and did your hair, throwing on a t-shirt and jeans and a bit of makeup, wanting to look presentable for the first time you met Luc. Soon enough you heard your phone buzzing, seeing a text from Luc letting you know they had landed and that he had just left the airport, and was gonna drop his stuff off at their hotel before he made his way to yours. You texted him a thumbs up, before attempting to distract yourself on your phone. You felt excitement buzzing in your chest, eager to finally have Luc in your arms. It was about an hour before you heard the gentle knock on your door. You opened it and couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face when you saw him. He stepped into your room and shut the door behind him, and dropped the bag he was holding on the floor before wrapping you in his arms.

“Hi,” he said simply, your face pressed into his neck.

“Hi,” you responded, before moving to kiss him, something you’d wanted for so long. It was everything you’d waited for, his lips soft against yours. The kiss quickly grew heated, and it wasn’t long until Luc was reaching for the zipper of his jeans.

“God please, Y/N, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, tone not far from begging. You’d told him one night how much you liked getting on your knees for someone, but you didn’t know it had this much of an effect on him. You sank down without a word, hands moving to help him pull his jeans down a bit. His boxers soon followed, bunched over his thick thighs along with his jeans. You didn’t hesitate to press a gentle kiss to his tip, before gently running your tongue over it. Luc’s hands quickly found their way to your hair, and he let out a groan as you took him further into your mouth. You brought a hand up to stroke what wasn’t in your mouth and looked up through your lashes to see Luc’s face flushed and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. As you started to build a steady rhythm, Luc couldn’t help but let out small sighs and grunts, especially when you took him as far into your mouth as you could.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so good at this, can’t believe I finally get to do this,” he choked out. You hummed around him, and he bucked his hips lightly at the vibrations. He went to pull away and apologize, but before he could you shook your head, a silent signal that you were fine. It wasn’t too much longer until he was coming down your throat, letting out a low moan he had tried to contain by burying his face into the crook of his arm. You watched as his knees threatened to give out, and felt his grip tighten in your hair, gently pulling you off when the overstimulation became unpleasant. He looked down on you with a look you could only describe as awe on his face. He stared at you for a second until he was able to speak again.

“Please, let me return the favour. Fuck, I have to thank you for that.” You wanted to say he didn’t owe you anything, that he had brought you to Vancouver and that he didn’t need to repay you, but then again who were you to turn down whatever he was offering. You stood up, and his lips were quickly on yours again. He guided you towards the bed in the middle of the room, and sat you on the edge of it. He gripped the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head before undoing your jeans and sliding them down your legs along with your underwear. He dropped to his knees and your stomach dropped when you realized what he meant by returning the favour. It had come up in conversation one night and you’d mentioned that Mat rarely ate you out. Luc seemed scandalized by this information, claiming that that was completely unfair. You never thought much of it, but now that Luc was kissing up the inside of one of your thighs you realized just how badly you wanted it. His beard scratched against your skin, and he sucked marks into the sensitive skin where they’d be easily hidden. Once he finally turned his attention to where you wanted him most, you were practically dripping for him. He started slow, placing a kiss to your clit before running his tongue through your slit, moaning quietly to himself.

“God, you taste delicious.” You couldn’t answer because he had moved to focus on your clit again, and all that left your mouth was a startled moan. He was eager to please you, and his calm and precise movements quickly grew sloppy as he started to bring you closer to the edge. He’d slipped two fingers into you at some point, and that combined with his skilled tongue had you seeing stars. He easily made you come all over his face, your legs shaking slightly. You bit down on one of your knuckles in an attempt to stop the noises that threatened to pour out of your mouth as he drew out your orgasm as much as he could, but you still cried out his name. You whimpered when he moved away from you and he offered an apologetic look. He slid his fingers out of you and brought them to him mouth to lick clean, savouring the taste of you. He stood up and placed a kiss to your forehead, before explaining that he had to go. His phone had apparently been ringing for the past five minutes, but you’d been too far gone to notice it buzzing in his pocket. He had to go meet the guys for dinner, but he made you promise to meet you somewhere after the game tomorrow. You remained on the bed as he fixed his jeans and his hair, which was a mess after you had spent the past little while running your fingers through it and giving it a gentle tug every now and then. He placed the bag he had brought on the bed beside you and placed one more kiss on your lips before he let himself out You mustered the energy to put some pajama pants on, and you returned to the bed to see what he had brought you. It was a jersey, with his name and number on it. You gripped the navy blue fabric tightly, admiring the 18 on the back, excited for Luc to see you in it. Mat had never given you one of his jerseys, always finding excuses when you asked him about it. You texted Luc to thank him, and he responded with, “Any time. Can’t wait to see you in in ;)”.

You walked into Rogers Arena the next night barely able to contain your excitement. You found your seat, and decided to go down to the ice for warm ups. You watched the team skate out, doing their usual drills and stretches. You caught Luc’s eye and offered him a small smile. He mouthed “nice jersey” at you and you merely winked in return. The game was amazing to say the least. Columbus won 5-0, and you’d been able to watch Luc break his scoring drought in person. He;d texted you to meet him by his car that night, and you both skipped the team’s celebration in favor of heading back to your hotel. You wasted no time as Luc wanted to be back before everyone else. He fucked you with your jersey still on, admiring his name across your back.  

“You look great in my jersey,” he commented as he got dressed, looking at you fondly while he buttoned his shirt.