When Matt met y/n a couple years ago, she made it clear that she is not super active though she tries to stay fit and maintain a heathy diet. She loves the simpler things in life.

Like sleep.

At first he assumed she just meant that she valued an undisturbed sleep. But it didn't take him long to realise that she really just values getting as much sleep as humanly possible.

She's like a cat. Or a newborn baby.

There's not a time of day she deems inappropriate to choose to sleep or nap.

At one point he genuinely thought she was in denial about narcolepsy till he met her parents and they assured him they'd had her tested after some stubborn and aggressive teen years. But the woman just loves sleep.

She does love being awake too, she does plenty of things outside of sleeping but it truly is the love of her life. Matt comes a close second.

But really it just means that moments like coming home from an away game, he comes home to the most cuddly person on the planet. Though he has to be careful of how he chooses to approach her.

With Matt also having such a massive body it means they have a huge bed and when y/n is alone on the bed, she looks particularly tiny.

He sighs gently placing his stuff down and stripping out of his clothes since he knows the rule. No outside clothes on the bed.

He pulls the blanket up to slide underneath with her, and though it takes her a couple minutes to ease from the depth of her sleep. His arms have already pulled her towards himself realising she's actually dressed in one of his shirts, probably one he's never even got the chance to wear yet.

"Hey, baby." Matt greets softly while y/n smiles tiredly at him opting to kissing him in greeting as he hooks his hand under her knee and pulls her leg up over him. "We can just stay in bed for a bit longer."

Y/n nods tiredly more than happily closing her eyes as her face squishes into his peck while Matt smiles managing to lean down and kiss the top of her head.

The body heat radiating off of Matt always sends y/n into the deepest sleeps and he knows it's practically like a sedative for her.

It takes a couple hours for her to really show more signs of life than just breathing but eventually y/n wakes up and smiles seeing Matt scrolling through his phone.

"Hello." Y/n greets softly before she hugs into him a little more tightly.

"Hey, how was your nap?" Matt asks gently rubbing her back despite knowing the risk of that being like an off switch for the young woman.

"It was good. Better when you got here." Y/n smiles tiredly then seeming to to decide she won't let herself sleep again as she slides her leg further over him till she is straddling him and sits up, hands resting on his abdomen to keep herself steady. "How was your trip home?"

"It was pretty good. Nothing out the usual." Matt shrugs before linking their hands allowing her to lean her weight onto his hands and kiss him softly.

-

"What's your plan for the day?" Matt asks as he gets ready to head out for a morning skate.

Y/n looks slightly disheveled and completely out of her comfort zone, they had a late night due to Matt not being able to keep his hands off of her. Then he woke her up managing to tempt her out with the promise of pancakes and bacon for breakfast.

"I think I might go back to sleep." Y/n grunts before taking a mouthful of pancake while Matt smiles.

Y/n does actually work but it's only part time since Matt assured her that he'd take care of her and support her financially, but her part time work tends to be the evening shift anyway since most games are later in the day and she actually works at a sports bar.

"I have a shift later." Y/n mumbles earning a small nod.

"You want me to wake you up?"

"Please." Y/n smiles tiredly as he hums and moves around to kiss her softly. "You sure you have to go to the skate? We could cuddle."

"If I'm back early I'll be right back to cuddle." Matt promises before she offers him a bite of her pancake which he more than happily takes. "I'm sorry for keeping you up later."

"It's ok. I wasn't complaining at the time." Y/n grins then standing up and finding he's already taken her plate for her. "Oh are you cleaning up too?"

"I kept you up and woke you up early. I'm tucking you back into bed in 2 minutes." Matt declares which makes her smile and move over to hug him from behind while he quickly washes her dishes before he picking y/n up and throwing her over his shoulder with a smack to her ass as y/n squeaks.

"Matt!" Y/n laughs before she goes dead weight on him.

Matt does as promised tossing her down on the bed, though he disappears into the bathroom for a few seconds and reappears with a facewipe.

"Don't want you napping with pancake and bacon residue on your face."

"You are the best boyfriend ever." Y/n smiles as he wipes around her mouth before leaning over and pecking her lips. "Thank you."

"You're welcome baby-but we're not done." Matt declares as he moves to pick up one of his abandoned hoodies before shoving it down over her head and managing to pull her arms through before he gently pushes her back.

"Your love is kind of aggressive." Y/n jokes as he throws the blanket over her and begins wedging it under her body to keep her tightly bound in before he gently taps her nose.

"All cosy"

"Yes."

"I'm gonna head out. Sleep well baby."

"I always do."

-

If there's one time of year and one place that y/n thrives in her napping. It's by the lake in the middle of summer.

Y/n is practically purring as she lies on the sun lounger, tummy down, arms under her head with her hair tossed up into a bun. The bikini is providing the maximum amount of coverage she'll agree to.

Matt has spent the day flipping her from her stomach to her back while she slept the day away, getting up only to rehydrate when he poked her about it and eat when he would bring her whatever snacks he thought she'd like.

"Baby, the sun's starting to set." Matt states but y/n only grunts making it clear she's really not going to wake up. "Ok, alright."

Y/n is dead weight as he scoops her up from the lounger and he smiles as she nuzzles into him.

She did actually get out on the boat with him and they've been jet-skiing but as soon as she planted herself down, she was unmoved from that spot aside from Matt's rotations of her body.

Matt places her down in the bed before heading back down to spend time with the rest of their friends who came to the lake for the summer with them. Most of them hockey players, obviously. Most of them have an understanding that y/n will join if she wants to but sleep really comes before them.

So it's no surprise that she doesn't appear for the rest of the night and when Matt appears upstairs he finds y/n nuzzled into his pillow making him wiggle it out of her hold before sliding in and falling asleep with her.

And she sleeps through till morning before waking up first, which isn't unusual when she's essentially slept for over 18 hours.

"Where you going, baby?" Matt sighs sleepily when he feels her slipping out his hold.

"I need to pee."

"Come straight back."

"Ok." Y/n smiles leaning over and kissing him in a similar fashion to what he always does with her when he's the one leaving.

She does maybe hurry a little before returning to him and climbing back into the bed.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Too long. I started to miss you." Matt smiles, eyes still closed as he feels y/n planting a few kisses on his cheek.

"I'm sorry, you could've came and got me. I wouldn't have minded."

"No...you did your grunt when I brought you in from inside, I know better than to disturb you when you're in a grunty type of sleep." Matt teases earning an eye roll, though they both know he's not entirely joking. "Sleep takes precedence."

"I've trained you so well."

"More like you've terrified me." Matt chuckles while y/n grins unapologetically.

"Then I've done it right."

Matt hums before finally rolling over and checking the time where he groans.

"Baby, it's like 6 in the morning. I hope you can sleep some more because we are not waking up yet."

"Don't have to ask me twice." Y/n grins before he smiles and they both nuzzle down together, Matt's body wrapping around y/n as she practically passes out and falls asleep with any effort.

「 SJS 」 ⋯ MACKLIN CELEBRINI ⌣ 🍇

Big spoon

The car had been moving for hours, the soft hum of the road and quiet chatter from the front slowly fading into the background. It was your first road trip together with some other friends and in the back seat, in your own little world you had taken the time to make it comfortable; jackets folded into pillows, a blanket stretched across your legs. And somehow, the best part was still him. Macklin shifted slightly behind you, careful and slow since he didn’t want to disturb you even for a second. His arm slipped around your waist again, pulling you just a little closer until your back was fully pressed to his chest. It felt natural, like that’s exactly where you were meant to be. He wasn’t saying much and you could feel it in the way his fingers rested lightly against your arm, absentmindedly tracing small patterns. His chin hovered near your shoulder, sometimes brushing against you when the car hit a small bump. “Comfortable?” he murmured quietly with a low and soft voice, meant just for you. You nodded, relaxing deeper into him. His hold tightened just a little, protective but gentle, like he was making sure you stayed right there. No big gestures, no teasing, just Macklin, keeping you close, like it was the most important thing in the world.

Small spoon

The apartment was quiet when he walked in, too quiet. You could tell right away something wasn’t right. The way his shoulders dropped, the way he didn’t even try to hide it. Macklin barely said a word, just a soft “hey” before setting his things down. No usual small smile, no teasing comment, just… tired. You didn’t push. You just reached for him and that was enough. A few minutes later, you were both in bed, the lights low, the outside world shut out completely. He’d turned slightly away from you, curling in on himself, but not to pull away. To get closer. Your arms wrapped around him carefully, pulling him back against you. He let out a quiet breath, like he’d been holding it in all day. “I should’ve done better” he murmured, his voice low, almost lost in the sheets. You held him a little tighter, your hand resting against his chest, your thumb moving slowly. He didn’t argue, didn’t brush it off, he just stayed there, letting you. His hand found yours, fingers slipping between yours like he needed something to hold onto. For once, he wasn’t trying to keep it together. Not pretending to be calm or composed. He just let himself sink into you, quiet and soft like being in your arms was the only place he could finally rest.

「 SJS 」 ⋯ WILL SMITH ⌣ 🍇

Big spoon

Everything in his room felt a little smaller than you expected; not in a bad way, just different. Old posters still on the walls, a few trophies on the shelf, and that bed that looked fine at first… until you both actually tried to fit in it. Will laughed softly when your legs kept bumping into his “Told you it wasn’t that big” he whispered, already shifting around like it was some kind of game to make it work. It took a minute of adjusting, blankets half twisted, pillows pushed everywhere. But eventually you settled, your back to his chest, his arm slipping around your waist where it felt to belong. He didn’t hesitate at all, pulling you closer with an easy confidence that made your heart feel warm. “Alright, there” he murmured, voice quieter now, right by your ear. “Perfect" His energy, always so bright and loud during the day, softened completely. His hand rested against your stomach, thumb moving absentmindedly, like he couldn’t help touching you. Every now and then, he’d press a quick kiss to the back of your shoulder, like a habit he didn’t even think about. You could feel his smile against your skin when you relaxed into him. “Don’t move” he added softly, holding you a little tighter. “I like this"

Small spoon

The movie had been playing for a while, a romcom obviously, your favorite, but neither of you were really paying attention anymore. The room was dim, lit only by the glow of the screen, and the blanket over your legs had started to feel warmer than the rest of the room. Beside you, Will shifted slightly, tugging his hoodie sleeves down over his hands. “You’re not cold?” he asked, glancing at you with a small grin, like he already knew the answer. You raised an eyebrow “Are you?” He shrugged, but scooted a little closer anyway "A little” There was something playful in it but softer too, like he wasn’t entirely joking. You lifted the blanket without saying a word, opening your arms just enough. He didn’t hesitate moving right in, turning so his back pressed against your chest, settling there like it was second nature. “Yeah… that’s better” he murmured, getting comfortable almost instantly. Your arms wrapped around him, pulling the blanket tighter around both of you. He let out a quiet breath, relaxing fully, his usual energy easing into something calmer. His hand found yours, idly playing with your fingers as he leaned back into you. “Don’t move” he added softly, a small smile forming just for himself.

「 CHI 」 ⋯ CONNOR BEDARD⌣ 🍇

Big spoon

The morning light slipped gently through the curtains, warm and quiet, but neither of you made any move to get up. The room felt still, like time hadn’t quite begun yet. You had just started to shift, thinking about getting out of bed, when an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you right back. Connor let out a soft, sleepy sound behind you, his face resting against your shoulder. “No… stay" he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. His hold tightened just enough to keep you there, your back settling against his chest as he drew himself closer. In public, he was always more reserved, soft touches, quick little gestures. But here, it was different. His hand moved slowly over your stomach, holding you like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon. You could feel his legs tangle with yours, pulling you deeper into the bed, into him. “It’s too early” he whispered, even though neither of you had checked the time. His nose brushed lightly against your neck, and a quiet breath slipped out, warm against your skin. He shifted again, getting comfortable, his arm tightening slightly as if he needed you closer. No rush, no teasing; just him, half asleep, holding you like this was exactly where he wanted to be.

Small spoon

The sun rested warm against your skin, the sounds of water and laughter blending into a soft, distant hum. You were stretched out on the chair, half asleep, half listening to your friends messing around in the pool. You barely noticed when the noise got closer, just the faint drip of water and quiet footsteps. Connor stopped beside you, hair still damp, breathing a little heavier from the water. “Hey" he said softly, like he didn’t want to interrupt too much. You looked up with a small smile, already reaching for the towel next to you. “Come here” you murmured. He hesitated for a second, like he always did when others were around but then stepped closer, letting you drape the towel over his shoulders. The moment it settled around him, he relaxed, leaning into you a little. And then a little more. Until he was fully there, sitting in front of you, his back pressed against your chest, letting himself sink into your arms. You adjusted the towel around both of you, wrapping him in closer warmth. Your arms settled around him, keeping him there, safe and close. He let out a quiet breath, his head tilting back slightly against your shoulder. "You cold?" you mumbled, and although he shook his head your hand moved gently along his arm, helping dry him off, and he didn’t pull away, just stayed there, soft and quiet, letting you take care of him.

「 NYR 」 ⋯ MATT REMPE⌣ 🍇

Big spoon

The house was still filled with soft background noise; dishes clinking in the kitchen, quiet laughter drifting in from the other room. But the living room had settled into a calm hush. Lunch had left you both warm and drowsy, that comfortable kind of full that made it hard to keep your eyes open. The couch wasn’t very big, but somehow, Matt and you made it work. He had pulled you down with him the moment you sat, barely giving you a chance to react before his arm wrapped around you, guiding you into his side. “C’mere” he’d said with an easy grin, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Now, stretched out across the couch, you were tucked right into him, your back against his chest, his arm secure around your waist. Even half-asleep, he didn’t let go. His hand rested warmly against you, his thumb moving lazily, like he needed that small bit of contact. He was quieter now, his usual playful energy softened into something slower, gentler and every so often, he’d shift just enough to pull you a little closer, like he was making sure you stayed comfortable. His chin brushed lightly against the top of your head, and you felt the faintest press of a kiss there. “Got you” he murmured, barely awake. And even with the distant voices around the house, he kept you close, like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment.

Small spoon

The evening had been loud in the best way; music playing, his laugh filling the room, pulling you into every conversation, every joke, like he always did. Matt had barely left your side all night, his arm around you, keeping you close without even thinking about it. But now, everything has quieted down. The apartment was dim, lit only by a small lamp in the corner, and the energy from earlier had softened into something slower. You were sitting on the couch when he dropped down beside you with a tired sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Think I’m done for the night" he muttered, his voice quieter than usual. You smiled, nudging him lightly “Yeah? Finally?” He let out a small huff of a laugh, but didn’t argue. Instead, he shifted, turning toward you in a way that felt different, less playful, more… like he needed something. “Come with me” he said, softer this time. You opened your arms without thinking, and he moved in right away, turning so his back pressed against you. It took a second to settle, he was big, a little unsure about it. But once he found his spot, he stayed there. Your arms wrapped around him, holding him close, and he let out a deep breath, like he’d been waiting for that all day. “I like it like this” he murmured, almost a little shy now. And for once, he didn’t joke, didn’t tease, he just stayed there, quiet and soft, letting you take care of him.

「 MTL 」 ⋯ ARBER XHEKAJ⌣ 🍇

Big spoon

The night felt quiet in a way you weren’t used to. No city noise, no distractions, just the soft sound of water nearby and the faint rustle of trees in the little rented cabin you got for the weekend. The air had a light chill to it, but not enough to send you back inside. You sat together on the porch, wrapped in a blanket, the sky stretching endlessly above you, scattered with stars. Arber shifted behind you, his arms naturally settling around your waist as he pulled you back against him. It felt instinctive by now, like he always needed to keep you close somehow. “Look at that” he murmured, nodding toward the sky, even though his chin rested near your shoulder. You leaned into him a little more, feeling the steady warmth of his chest through the layers. His hold adjusted almost immediately, one hand shifting slightly just to make sure you were comfortable, his grip firm but gentle. For someone who carried himself so tough, so loud and confident during the day, this side of him felt completely different. Softer. “Not cold, right?” he asked under his breath, his thumb brushing lightly along your arm beneath the blanket. You shook your head, and he gave a small hum, satisfied; though he still pulled you a little closer anyway. His cheek rested near yours, and for a while, neither of you said anything. Just breathing, just watching the stars and him holding you like that, like it was all he needed.

Small spoon

The apartment was quiet in that soft, afternoon kind of way, the kind of silence that settles in right before a game. Sunlight slipped through the blinds, warm but gentle, like everything had slowed down for a bit. Arber hadn’t even fully taken off his hoodie before letting out a tired breath, rolling his shoulders like the whole morning had finally caught up to him. “Nap?" he said simply. You smiled a little. “Yeah?” He nodded, already heading toward the bedroom. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing, just him reaching back for you like it was the most natural thing in the world. You followed, and within minutes, you were both under the covers, the room dim and quiet. He turned first, settling in, but instead of pulling you in, he let you guide it. You shifted closer, wrapping your arms around him, and he relaxed into you right away. “Like this” he murmured, his voice low, already edged with sleep. His head tucked closer against your chest, one arm resting over yours, fingers loosely holding onto your hand like he didn’t want it to slip away. The tough, loud energy he carried outside was gone completely. Here, he was just warm, calm, and safe. “Wake me later' he added softly, already drifting “okay?” And he stayed there, settled between your arms, letting himself fall asleep.

「 MTL 」 ⋯ JURAJ SLAFKOVSKY⌣ 🍇

Big spoon

The plane was quiet, the soft hum of the engine blending with the dim lighting of first class as you make your way to Slovakia. Most people were already asleep, seats reclined, blankets pulled up. You’d tried to get comfortable on your own… but it didn’t last long. Juraj glanced over at you with a small grin, already shifting in his seat. “Come with me” he whispered, patting the space in front of him like it was the most natural thing in the world. It took a bit of adjusting, blankets shifting, legs brushing. But soon you were settled, your back resting against his chest, his arms wrapping around you with ease. He let out a soft, content sigh, like this was exactly where he wanted to be. “Better?” he murmured, still heavy with sleep. You nodded, smiling as his hand found yours almost immediately, fingers lacing together without a second thought. He was always like that, always needing some kind of contact. His face tucked in close behind you, his nose brushing lightly against your neck as he settled in. “We can sleep like this” he added quietly, a hint of a laugh in his voice. His arm tightened just slightly, not enough to trap you, just enough to keep you close. Every so often, he shifted, mumbling something under his breath, half joking even as sleep started to take over. But his hold never loosened, keeping you warm and close as the plane carried you both to a great summer start.

Small spoon

The door had barely clicked shut before the exhaustion showed. His hair was a mess, his shoulders heavy, and that usual loud energy was gone, replaced by something quieter, softer. Juraj kicked off his shoes with a tired sigh, looking at you like he was already halfway asleep. “Long day" he said simply, his voice low, a little worn out. You smiled gently “Come here" That was all it took. He followed you to the sofa without a word, dropping down first, then immediately reaching for you like it was second nature. “Cuddles please” he mumbled, half joking, but not really. You sat behind him, and he shifted right away, turning into you, letting your arms wrap around him. It didn’t take long before he fully melted back against your chest, his head resting there, legs stretched out lazily across the couch. “Better now" he whispered, his eyes already starting to close. Your arms stayed around him, steady and warm, and he let out a quiet, sleepy laugh “I am the small spoon today" he added, like it was something important to say. You pressed a soft kiss to his hair, and he relaxed even more, his fingers lightly holding onto your arm like he didn’t want to let go. No more talking, no more noise. Just him, safe and warm in your arms, finally letting himself rest.

alexander turcotte

alex doesn’t even realize he’s in trouble until you say it. Not Alex, not Turcs or babe—but very calmly, very deliberately: “Alexander Turcotte.” He freezes mid-sip of his drink like a kid who’s just heard their mom use their government name. Slowly, he looks at you over the rim of the cup, eyes wide and suspicious. “Okay,” he says, already laughing, “what did I do?” You just shrug, completely innocent, repeating it once more because it’s so funny watching his shoulders sag in dramatic defeat. “I’m sorry,” he says before you can even answer, grinning as he steps closer. “Whatever it was. Please don’t say my full name again. That’s terrifying.”

cole caufield

You open the takeout bag, already knowing something’s wrong before you even check. No fries. You look up slowly and say, very calmly, “Cole Caufield.” He’s mid-unboxing his own food when he freezes, eyes darting to the bag and then back to you. “Oh no,” he laughs, immediately guilty. “I forgot the fries, didn’t I?” You don’t even answer verbally—just nodding your head, and he’s already standing up, grabbing his keys. “I’ll go back,” he says quickly, grinning like he’s bargaining for his life. “I’ll get extra fries. Large ones. Whatever you want. Just—please—don’t say my full name again. That felt way worse than any penalty.”

jack rowden hughes

Jack’s chirping Luke from the other side of the room, smug grin firmly in place, when you cut in without raising your voice at all. “Jack Rowden Hughes.” The effect is immediate. Jack stops mid-sentence, blinking like he’s just been iced by something way scarier than a defenseman. Luke looks between you two, trying not to smile. “Whoa,” Jack says, holding his hands up, already laughing. “Okay, that’s unfair. You can’t use my full name like that.” You give him the look and tell him to be nice, and he sighs dramatically before ruffling Luke’s hair. “Fine,” he mutters, grinning anyway. “I’ll stop. But next time you say my government name, I’m telling your mom.”

jamie drysdale

You come home exhausted, shoes barely off before you notice the soft glow of candles down the hall and the familiar smell of your favorite food. Jamie appears in the doorway, a little shy, hands tucked into the sleeves of his hoodie. You smile, overwhelmed in the best way, and quietly say, “Jamie Drysdale.” He laughs softly, cheeks pink. “That bad, huh?” he asks, stepping closer and brushing his thumb over your hand. You shake your head, heart full, telling him it’s perfect—he’s perfect. He leads you toward the bathroom where the tub is already steaming with bubbles, music low, everything warm and safe. “You had a long day,” he says gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I just wanted to take care of you.”

juraj slafkovský

You jolt awake to yelling from the living room, some very intense Slovak mixed with English echoing through the apartment. Groggy and unimpressed, you shuffle out of the bedroom and say it once, flat and quiet: “Juraj Slafkovský.” He whips around like he’s been caught red-handed, eyes wide before he immediately mutes the TV and shuts the game off completely. “Oh—sorry, sorry,” he says, rushing over and pulling you gently back toward the bedroom. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” He presses a quick kiss to your forehead, sheepish and soft now. “I’ll make you coffee, yeah? And I won’t yell anymore. Promise.”

luke warren hughes

You open the fridge already suspicious, and then you see it—your leftovers, gone. You don’t yell. You don’t even sigh. You just turn toward him and say, very clearly, “Luke Warren Hughes.” He freezes with the empty container still in his hand, eyes widening in horror. “I—I was gonna tell you,” he blurts, immediately guilty. You raise an eyebrow, and that’s all it takes. He’s already grabbing his jacket and keys. “Okay, I’ll go,” he says quickly, half-laughing. “I’ll get you more. Fresh. Hot. Better than before. Please don’t use my full name like that again—I feel like I just disappointed the whole family.”

matthew rempe

The door barely clicks shut before you’re on your feet, eyes immediately finding the split lip and the fresh stitches above his eyebrow. Your voice comes out soft but shaky when you say it—“Matthew Rempe.” He stills, shoulders dropping, all the fight draining out of him at once. “Hey,” he murmurs, stepping closer, careful, like he doesn’t want to scare you. “I’m okay. Promise.” You cup his face gently anyway, thumbs brushing over the bruises, and he leans into your touch with a sigh. “I know it looks bad,” he says quietly, forehead resting against yours, “but I’m here. I made it home. That’s what matters.”

mathew michael paul barzal

He’s pacing the kitchen, rambling a mile a minute about practice, the traffic, the ref who definitely missed a call—when you cut in softly, “Mathew Michael Paul Barzal.” He stops dead. Slowly turns to you. “Why did you say all my whole name?” he asks, trying not to laugh but already losing the battle. You just smile sweetly, arms crossed, and he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, okay,” he says, grinning. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know what I’m sorry for yet, but I feel like I should be.” He steps closer, bumps his forehead to yours, and adds quietly, “Please don’t ever say my full name like that again. I swear it shuts my brain off.”

nico hischier

He thinks he’s being funny—waiting just out of sight, perfectly still, until you walk past. The second you do, he pops out with a quiet “Boo,” and you jump, heart racing. He’s way too proud of himself after it—standing there grinning like he just won something when you jump and yelp. You turn on him immediately, pointing a finger and saying, half-laughing, half-offended, “Nico Hischier.” That just makes him laugh. “Oh come on prinzessin,” he says, hands up in surrender, eyes bright. “You scare so easy.” You swat at his arm and repeat his name again, and he cracks completely, pulling you into a hug. “Okay, okay,” he chuckles into your hair. “I deserve that. But admit it—you love me anyway.”

quintin jerome hughes

You’re scrolling TikTok on the couch when you suddenly sit bolt upright, eyes wide. “No way,” you mutter, then look straight at him and say, very clearly, “Quintin Jerome Hughes!” Quinn barely has time to look confused before you shove your phone in his face—fans screaming, edits flying, the words HE GOT DRAFTED plastered across the screen. “You found out from TikTok?” he asks, stunned, laughing at the same time. Jack loses it immediately. “That’s insane,” he says, leaning over Quinn’s shoulder. Luke just grins, proud and smug. Quinn rubs his face, still smiling in disbelief. “I was gonna tell you,” he says weakly, and you just shake your head, laughing. “I cannot believe I had to learn this from strangers,” you say, and Jack adds, “Yeah, man—getting full-named for that one was deserved.”

trevor John zegras

You’re watching the clip on your phone when the front door opens, and you look up just in time to see the faint bruise blooming on his cheek. You don’t yell. You don’t panic. You just say it—soft but loaded: “Trevor John Zegras.” He winces like you actually hit him. “Okay, yeah,” he says quickly, dropping his bag. “Before you say anything—it wasn’t that bad. First fight. Kind of happened.” You cross your arms, unimpressed, and he sighs, stepping closer with a sheepish grin. “I know, I know,” he adds, quieter now. “But hey—I’m fine. Promise. And… I kinda won?”

william andrew michael junior nylander altelius

you realise all too late that movember, the month matt promised to try his hardest to grow a somewhat impressive stache, coincides with no nut number. matt had already been neglecting shaving through no reason other than laziness. he's out on injury, after all. a little scruff hurts nobody, except for you neck and thighs. who does he need to impress?

you hadn't really bargained for how attractive matt would look with the hair ghosting his jaw and cheeks, dark hair a faint dusting over his bone structure that only seems to highlight his handsome features, contour the dip of his cheekbones a little more than necessary.

it's only eight days in and you're dripping.

focus latched onto his phone, matt's jaw is involuntarily clenched, the deep dusting of hair moulding to every dip and contour of his facial structure, highlighting the intense expression. your thighs clench together, and you sigh, eyes boaring into the tv screen that displays some random cooking show.

the contestant laments their burning onions, and you curse the burning need between your legs, eyes flitting over to matt for a moment. on any other day, you'd already be in his lap, grinding down against him and begging for him to take you against the nearest surface.

but dating a hockey player comes with a competitive nature, even down to the stupidest of bets. why you'd challenged him to go without coming for a whole month, you don't know. in hindsight, it's borderline masochistic.

you sigh, loud and theatrical, putting your entire body into the motion. matt looks up, quirks and eyebrow, and says nothing. you try again.

"jesus," matt groans, locking his phone and tossing it down beside him. "okay. what is it?"

"nothin'," you dismiss, though your eyes pointedly trail over the smattering of hair ghosting his upper lip. you briefly wonder how it would feel to trace it with your tongue. "just bored."

"bullshit. i know you. y'want something."

"i don't," you counter, feigning insult at his completely correct accusation. "you're dreaming."

"huh."

matt gets a look in his eye, a small glint in the deep brown that indicates you're in for trouble, for mischief.

"y'know," he simpers, shifting so that he's slightly wedged between your legs. "we never really laid down some ground rules for this bet."

you hadn't, true. all you'd really stated was that matt couldn't come, plain and simple. though, with the way he's situating himself between your thighs, you fear that your lack of specification is coming back to bite you, maybe literally.

"no," you mumble. "not really."

body attuned to his every movement, your thighs part enough to grant him access, letting him muscle his shoulders between your hips. his lips brush against the exposed skin of your thighs, your cotton pyjama shorts riding up, the puppy-adorned fabric no match for matt's kisses and licks.

in contrast to your freshly shaved skin, the growing stubble on matt's upper lip grazes your thigh, only a little irritating and a lot pleasurable, and your breath hitches at the sensation. somehow, it makes everything seem more real, cements his presence against you, his claim on you, and you exhale shakily.

the bridge of his nose bumps your clothed clit, and he gazes up at you, brown eyes blown out, cheeks flushed.

"doesn't count if i make you come," he assures, as though he's trying to convince you more than himself. another kiss to the white fabric. "pretty pussy's practically begging for me. 's unfair to ignore her."

realistically, you know his logic is flawed. matt can never make you come without you ensuring his follows suit. still, you'll let him have this, even if only for your own selfish pleasure. your feet drape over his shoulders, ankles grazing his spine.

"very rude," you agree, hips already canting, anticipating the feeling of the short hair above his lip against your folds. "just gotta be good."

"can do that," matt breathes, large hands yanking down the fabric of your shorts, reverently gazing upon the newly exposed skin, lips sucking at the plush of your inner thigh. "all about you right now."

Matt invited you to go with him to Shoulder Check. You didn’t really know what it was, but you said yes because it’s a free vacation. 

So you spent countless hours at the event watching Matt meet fans and letting him be the shining star he’s meant to be, while you hung back to admire him, his ass, cheering him on during the games, maybe watch the " Lean on Me " video on repeat.

Matt was feeling guilty that he hadn’t gotten to spend time with you during Shoulder Check. You sat next to him at his autograph booth, his giant hands on your thighs, giving them a light squeeze when he needed a reminder that his girl was right there next to him.

When he was waiting for the next person, he leaned into your ear, “I’m taking you out tonight.” Matt’s lips brushed against the shell of your ear. 

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Later that night, you and Matt quickly changed outfits. You were reapplying your lip gloss when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your abdomen, pressing feather-light kisses onto your shoulder. You felt butterflies fluttering. You twist your gloss closed before turning to face him. “Clingy much?” You teased, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Felt like I haven’t seen you all day. I miss my girl,” Matt mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours. You placed a loving peck on his lips. Matt chased your lips, but you placed your fingers on his lips. “You’re such an idiot.” You giggled, Matt grinned, “But I’m your idiot.” Matt stole a kiss from your lips and ran out of the bathroom before you could slap his chest.

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Matt pulled out your chair, “Ma’lady.” You rolled your eyes with a smile on your lips. You sat down and allowed Matt to push you in before getting himself settled into his chair. He handed a menu to you.

After Matt ordered for both of you, he silently gazed at you, “What?” feeling your cheeks heat up, “I can’t admire my girlfriend?” Matt chuckled, taking a sip of his water. You leaned back in your chair “stoooooop” You whined using your hand to cover your face, Matt leaned over the table and pulled your hands away “Thank you for coming with me” Matt pressed a loving kiss on both hands “Matty you know I wound’t miss it, especially the video” You teased, Matt internally groaned ever since the video of him and his fellow players sing Learn On Me it’s became one of your voice stims. 

Lean on me

“Stop”

When you're not strong

“Babe”

And I’ll be your friend 

“Sweetheart, please.”

He knew you were going to keep going, but luckily, the champagne arrived. “You still never told me the occasion?” You gave your boyfriend a suspicious look. Matt’s eyes widened. “I need a reason? There needs to be- I can’t…I’m appalled.” Matt clutched his imaginary pearls. You shook your head, “So dramatic”. 

Matt raised his glass, “To my amazing girlfriend whose always supportive and understanding when it comes to my job. When I first met you, I knew you were the person I wanted to be with forever. I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.” Matt clinked his glass against yours. When you took a sip, you felt something sharp touch your lip. Matt tried to hide his gleeful grin behind his hand. 

You studied your glass to find a ring, a diamond ring to be specific. You stumbled over your words, Matt took the glass out of your hand, fished out the ring with your fork, and got down on one knee. The whole restaurant died down to stare at the young couple, “Marry me?” Matt smiled, your heart exploded with joy, “Yes!” You screamed, smashing your lips against his.

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After dinner, you and Matt went to an ice cream shop. Matt laced your fingers together and twirled you around before pulling you into his chest. “I love you,” you mumbled, cupping your fiancé’s cheeks. “I love you more.” Matt pulled you into a loving kiss so you couldn’t argue.

The restaurant buzzes with conversation around you, but you only have eyes for Matt across the table. Every time he reaches for his wine glass, his forearm flexes and you just can't stop staring at him.

You've been teasing him all evening, accidentally brushing your hand against his thigh under the table, leaning forward just enough to give him a better view down your dress and whispering comments that make him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"Stop it," he mutters when your foot trails up his calf for the third time. His voice is low, strained. "People are watching."

"Let them," you whisper back, but you behave for the rest of dinner. The sexual tension is practically crackling between you two, making the air thick with unspoken promises.

When dinner ends, Matt stands and helps you with your chair, his hand lingering on your lower back. Outside, the cool night air hits your exposed skin and you immediately regret choosing these ridiculously high heels when you start walking towards his car. You take two steps and your ankle starts wobbling.

Before you can fully stumble, Matt scoops you up effortlessly. One arm slides behind your knees, the other around your back, lifting you bridal style as if you weigh nothing at all. Your breath catches in your throat at the casual display of strength.

"Matt!" you gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"What?" he grins, not breaking stride as he carries you to the car. "Can't have my girl twisting an ankle."

His words send a thrill straight to your core. He sets you down gently by the passenger door, opening it before sliding into the driver's seat.

During the drive home, his hand rests on your thigh, completely covering it. His thumb traces patterns on your skin, occasionally dipping higher under the hem of your dress.

"Fuck," he says suddenly, his eyes darting from the road to where his hand engulfs your thigh. "I love this. Love how small you look next to me. Could break you if I wanted to."

"That's what every woman wants to hear. And I'm not that small," you reply sarcastically, though your body betrays you, clenching with need at his words.

Matt just chuckles, his hand tightening slightly on your thigh. "You know what I mean, And I know you secretly love it."

By the time you reach his place, you're practically vibrating with need. Matt barely has the door closed before he's on you, lifting you again. This time, your legs wrap around his waist as he pins you against the door, his mouth claiming yours in a demanding kiss.

"Bedroom. Now," he growls against your lips, but he doesn't wait for an answer. He carries you down the hall, kicking his bedroom door open before dropping you onto the mattress.

You bounce slightly, looking up at him as he stands over you, stripping off his jacket and tie. His eyes are dark, hungry.

"Strip," he commands, and you hurry to comply, fumbling with the zipper of your dress.

He watches, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing that massive chest you love so much. When you're naked before him, he reaches down, wrapping one hand around your ankle and pulling you to the edge of the bed.

"Look at that," he murmurs, his other hand tracing your neck. "So delicate."

His thumb slightly presses against your neck, making you feel impossibly fraigile beneath him.

"Matt," you breathe, reaching for him.

He climbs onto the bed, caging you with his body. "Tell me what you want."

"You. Everything."

His grin is predatory. "Good answer."

Matt shifts down the bed, spreading your thighs with his large hands. He traces your folds with one finger before sliding it inside you and you gasp at the stretch of just one of his fingers.

"So tight," he murmurs, adding a second finger. "And still struggling to take just my fingers. How are you going to take my cock, baby?"

He teases you and you arch your hips, wanting more. He scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you, preparing you. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles that make you see stars.

"Please," you beg, your hands gripping the sheets.

"Please what?" he teases, curling his fingers just right.

"Please, I need you."

Matt removes his fingers, making you whine at the loss. He positions himself between your thighs, rubbing his cock against your entrance.

"Look at me," he commands and you force your eyes open. "Watch me take you."

He enters you in one smooth thrust and you gasp at the stretch. His pace is relentless from the start, hips snapping against yours with enough force to make the headboard bang against the wall.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, one hand gripping your hip while the other braces beside your head. "Taking me so well."

His words dissolve into grunts as he picks up speed, angling his hips to hit that spot inside you that makes your vision blur. You're completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but take what he gives you.

"Touch yourself," he commands. "Wanna feel you come around me."

Your hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. The added stimulation is exactly what you need and you cry out as your orgasm builds.

"That's it," Matt encourages, his rhythm never faltering. "Come for me. Show me how good I make you feel."

His words push you over the edge and your back arches as pleasure crashes through you. Matt follows moments later, cock twitching inside you as he finds his release.

For a moment, he just stays there, his weight pressing you into the mattress. Then he rolls off, pulling you against his chest.

"Still think you're not small?" he murmurs into your hair.

You laugh weakly, still catching your breath. "Compared to you? Tiny."