#jw30

the minnesota wild are back again at the restaurant you work at. it's not a rare occurence for them to be here. especially after a win. or for team bonding. and especially since your boyfriend plays for the team.

you'd first met jesper here, actually. he'd been in with an older woman who you would later come to know as his mother, and they'd been seated in your section that evening. you thought he was cute right away, and turns out, you also caught his eye.

at the end of the night, he'd left a generous tip along with his number. it took you four days to call him. you honestly thought it had been a joke. it hadn't been. you'd been together ever since.

not many people on his team knew that he was seeing someone, let alone a waitress at this restaurant. they just thought he really liked the food and the atmosphere here. he does, yeah, but he really likes you.

coincidentally enough, tonight they're sitting in your section. it's hard not to hear them from a mile away with how loud their talking and their laughter is. it's hard not to see them either. they're taking up a giant table in the middle of the room that's usually reserved for parties and big celebrations.

shannon, your work best friend, patted you on the shoulder as you grabbed your tablet to head over there. you might as well get started on their orders; drinks at least.

they all cheered as you approached. of course they did. they're professional hockey players. they see a pretty girl and their brains go haywire. you subtly blew jesper a kiss, puckering your lips as you made your way to one corner of the table.

'hey, i'm y/n, i'm gonna be your waitress tonight. can i get you fellas started on some drinks?' you said.

you went around the table, taking everyone's orders, igoring the way one of the guys was looking at you. you lingered on jesper for longer than normal, but no one really seemed to bat an eye at it.

they were all ready to order food, too, having glanced through the menus before you'd come to take their drink orders. so, you stuck around a bit longer. you typed everyone's orders in on your tablet, placing a hand on the back of jesper's chair as you waited for everyone to name them off.

once they were all in, and everybody had stopped paying attention to you, you leaned down to whisper in jesper's ear.

'who's that?' you asked, nodding over at the young guy making eyes at you.

'danila yurov.' jesper whispered. 'ignore him.' he said. he patted your ass quickly as you straightened back up, smiling at the table.

'i'll be back with your drinks in a couple minutes. food shouldn't take too long.'

since there was so many of them and so many plates of food to bring out, a couple of the runners came with the rest of the trays to help place everything on the table in front of the players.

once everything was sorted, and you made sure everyone had the right orders and plates, you took one glance around at the entire table.

'anything else i can get you?' you asked.

yurov spoke up. 'yeah. your number.' he said.

you laughed. like a real loud one. then placed your hand over your mouth.

'sorry.' you said. 'why would i do that?' you asked.

he shrugged. 'you're pretty. i wanna get to know you.' he said.

'sweet, but i'm kind of taken.' you said.

'and you know him.' jesper jumped in next. 'like really well.'

'i do?' yurov questioned.

jesper wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you as close to his chair as possible, squeezing your hip.

'yeah, you do.' he said, patting your hip.

yurov's eyes flicked between you and jesper before the realization washed over his face.

you smiled, wrapping an arm around jesper's shoulders as he leaned over to kiss your hand.

'sorry, man.' he said to yurov, but he wasn't really sorry. 'she only has eyes for me.'

The game was hard to watch. Jesper had let in six goals in the first two periods, and he was tense afterward. You could feel it as your hands brushed over his thighs, your lips following the same trail. His head was thrown back, a broken whine escaping him as he forced his hands at his sides.

You hadn’t permitted him to touch you. Even though all he wanted was to tangle his hands in your hair, just to hold onto you as your mouth worked over the skin on his inner thighs. His cock was painfully hard, but you hadn’t even so much as looked at it. He didn’t deserve your attention, not after the game he played. He had to be benched; you didn’t have to do anything for him. Just having your mouth on his thighs was more than he deserved.

Looking up from between his thighs, you noticed how Jesper’s head was thrown back. Despite that, you knew when he was focused on you. He was distracted. Turning your head to his other thigh, you dug your teeth into the skin inches from where he needed you most. He yelped before moaning pitifully, his eyes instantly back on you. You didn’t say anything, simply fluttered your eyes at him as his face turned bright red.

He looked so pretty like this.

Licking your lips, you pulled back and brushed a thumb over the bite mark. Jesper whimpered softly, his hands fists at his side. “I’m sorry, shouldn’t have let so many goals in,” he tried to apologize, thinking that would bring him mercy. Yet, your mouth just returned to pressing open-mouthed kisses to his skin, continuing to pepper him in small marks. You were going to be the death of him.

Just as he thought he couldn’t take anymore, your lips brushed over the head of his cock. Instantly, his hips bucked towards your mouth, whining at the smallest bit of stimulation you had offered him. “Please, please, please,” he babbled, unable to put together a coherent thought. You almost pitied him, seeing him falling apart from nothing but your mouth. It had you beaming with pride.

You pressed at his hips, wanting to keep him still. With him kept in place, your lips pressed to Jesper’s length again, kissing down the vein. As you pressed a kiss to the base of his cock, you let your tongue drag back to his head, humming softly against him. Your boyfriend’s thighs shuddered at the attention, unable to keep still. His teeth dug into his lower lip, not sure if begging would help or hinder in this current moment. However, he wasn’t forced to wait much longer as your lips finally wrapped around the head of his length.

A moan ripped past his throat, causing him to bring a hand to his mouth in an attempt to cover it. He couldn’t help it, your mouth was just so warm. You had worked him up so much just from kissing his thighs that he wasn’t sure how long he could last.

You made sure to go slow, taking Jesper inch by inch. Only when you had taken him all the way down your throat did you stop. You made sure to breathe as deeply as you could through your nose, wanting to keep him right where he was. You knew the game had been hard. While you had punished him somewhat by making him wait so long, you still wanted to give him pleasure.

Trailing your nails from his hips down his thighs, Jesper threw his head back again. He was shaking from pleasure, hands still fisted at his sides. He was being so good for you. He was always so amazing. One bad pair of periods was not going to change that. Your head bobbed slowly, cheeks hollowing as you finally took one of his hands in your own. Instantly, he softened, allowing you to thread your fingers through his. It was a soft reminder that you were still there for him, punishment or not.

You felt Jesper’s cock throb against your tongue just as he squeezed your hand tight. He was so close, he didn’t even have to tell you. You already knew him so well. You didn’t want to make him wait much longer; he had already waited long enough. Without lifting off of him, you nodded, eyes flicking up to meet his as your boyfriend gazed down at you, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. With your permission, there was no holding back.

With a loud moan, Jesper came into your mouth, hips bucking up uncontrollably. You kept still, taking it all in as he fell apart at your touch. You didn’t swallow, though, simply holding his cum in your mouth. When he finally came down from his high, you finally pulled off before climbing into his lap.

Hands held your waist as you held Jesper’s face, kissing him roughly. He whimpered beneath you as you guided him to open his mouth, making him taste his own cum on your tongue. He swallowed, taking every drop you gave him. He deserved this. This was his punishment. He couldn’t even protest, not with how hot it was to have you in his lap, forcing him to swallow his own cum in a needy show of possession.

When you pulled away, Jesper tried to chase your lips, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. That string broke as you licked your lips, gazing at him longingly. He was putty in your hands, melting beneath your gaze. When your fingers brushed over his cheek, he could only lean into your touch. “That’s my good boy,” you whispered, soft as you praised him. “You’ll get it next time, hm?”

Jesper nodded, unable to deny you. You were right, you were always right. No matter what, he would do his very best to make sure you were right in believing in him. You were so amazing to him; the least he could do was prove you right. You deserved that much, if not more. You deserved everything, and he didn’t even deserve you.

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