#njd

Luke is balls deep when he notices. His fast and hard thrusts suddenly pause before he slows them and his eyes are fixated down no her tummy, not that y/n is even paying that much attention until she feels her build up start to slow down.

"Luke?" Y/n moans making him start again but he can't help it as he watches the bulge in her stomach, his increase in thrusts and returning to what it had been.

Y/n's build up picks up again before he presses his hand over her stomach and practically feels her clamp down hard enough to stop blood flow for him. She cries out, spasming around him as she feels him moving still and chasing his own high that comes only a few seconds later.

"What the hell was that?" Y/n breathes while Luke strokes his thumb over her stomach feeling himself twitch over the sensation.

"I never realised I could see myself in you, baby." Luke states not being able to stop himself from being cocky about it.

"Neither did I." Y/n mumbles though she's not surprised. Luke is hardly a small man in any regard, but he's especially well endowed. "I take it you've found your new favourite thing?"

"Oh yeah." Luke grins then kissing her before he rolls them over and shifts her hips so he's still planted as deep as possible in her. "Just a reminder of how tiny you are, baby."

Y/n practically scoffs at him before she kisses him only to be pushed up again and feeling him tracing the line.

"Luke..." Y/n whines wanting to lie down which makes him sigh a little but he doesn't stop her as she leans forward and lies down.

"I love you, baby." Luke smiles as he gently wraps his arms around her.

"I love you too." Y/n laughs lightly before placing a gently kiss on his chest.

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Y/n groans getting back from pilates, her body aching and stiff. It's not actually a hobby she picked up voluntarily but a couple of other WAGs invited her and she agreed just to get herself out the apartment and really knowing she should workout somehow.

"You look good." Luke smirks seemingly appearing from nowhere as she places her bag down in the bedroom and giving her ass a gentle smack as he passes her, rounding the bed. "Think you could have another work out?"

"Luke." Y/n groans not even liking the idea of being so sweaty and in his vicinity. "I'm all gross."

"I don't think you look gross, you look hot." Luke states making her look at him with a raised eyebrow. "You think I'm lying?"

"No. I think you're being serious." Y/n mumbles since she is absolutely the type of woman who sees her man sweaty and wants to ride him till her stomach aches.

"What if you just sit on me and we just stay like that?" Luke offers as y/n peels of the workout clothes and he smirks sitting down seemingly completely ready for her if the bulge in his shorts is anything.

She doesn't make comment about it as she climbs on the bed, completely naked while Luke's eyes practically fuck her just as she moves towards him. Y/n doesn't waste time as she climbs on him and tugs his shorts down to reveal his length.

"Don't go too fast." Luke warns not wanting y/n to hurt herself as she aligns herself with his tip before sinking down and proving that she was not about the hurt herself because she was already very wet for him. "And we just stay like this."

Y/n smiles feeling Luke's thumbs gently rubbing circles on her thighs before he moves one hand to gently rub over the bulge of himself in her stomach.

"I think I could get used to this." Y/n hums with a gentle sigh while he traces over himself. "How's your day been?"

"Pretty good. Better now." Luke smirks then directing his gaze downwards again. "I think if I could find a way to stay like this forever I would."

"I can tell." Y/n smiles then shifting her hips a little while he watches seeing himself moving inside her. "I never imagined you'd be so fascinated by seeing yourself."

"It's not my fault that you're just so small you can't actually fit me." Luke smirks before realising that even just talking about it makes his dick twitch on the edge of cumming without so much as having to actually move. "Fuck, y/n. You feel so good."

Apparently Luke isn't the only one because y/n is so wet she's dripping down his length onto his stomach and down onto the bed.

"I really don't have it in me to do anything but sleep right now." Y/n warns despite her pussy feeling so completely desperate for more but her body is suffering from pilates. "I could go after a nap."

"I will happily wait for you to nap baby." Luke laughs while y/n finally lies forward and practically passes out on him.

Honestly if she wasn't so tired, then she'd have voiced issue with how sticky her skin is from dried sweat and the fact that Luke is stuffed into her while her pussy is drooling around him. But Luke couldn't care less, so long as he's planted in her to the root he's content to stay like this for as long as humanly possible.

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01.

Jack knows you can't skate. You leave the athletics to him, always have and always will.

So, why on God's green earth does he send you a voice message telling you there's a family skate on Friday??

You had three days to mentally prepare for peak mortal embarassment and you spent every second of it both praying it'd go well and side-eyeing your audacious boyfriend.

When Friday rolls around, you're reluctant to get out of bed. A text from Jack saying, "Morning, love. Open the door..surprise! 😘" pushed you to finally get up.

When you open the door, you are met with a food deliveryman.

"Uhh, for Jack Hughes?", he says, obviously confused by a woman opening the door.

"Yeah, sorry, he ordered for me. Thanks!", you say with a smile and a nod.

When you come inside, you giggle (against your own will...you're technically still 'mad' at Jack) and tear into the paper bag. You stop in your over-excited tracks.

You're favorite chai from that niche little shop that's too expensive for you to justify getting more than once a month and a lemon poppyseed babka meet your eyes.

You scramble to get to your phone to thank your boyfriend.

Instead you see a phone call notification. "G'morning, love. Big day", he teases.

"Thank you for the treats, but you're still on thin ice, pal", you tease back.

"Nah, ice won't be thin later. I told you it's at 12, right?"

"Ugh, yeah you did. Am I driving there?", you question.

He scoffs. "Hell no. Just be ready at 11:30, baby", he responds.

"Alright, Mr. Hughes. Have fun at your meeting", you tease. "Yeah, yeah", he replies before he hangs up. ❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.❦.

02.

Before you know it, it's 12. The very dreaded family skate time.

You drag your feet in the parking lot to the sound of Jack's obnoxious laughter.

You insist they don't have your shoe size and that oh no, looks like you can't participate! Then, Jack informs you he had your skate set aside to ensure there was no backing out possible on your end.

After twenty minutes of you at your worst, Jack has laced your skates and your hand is gripping his like he's the only thing keeping you on the ice. Forget gravity, ya know?

"Jack, you can't let me go, okay? I'll slip a-and break my neck or something and you'll be single forever", you desperately mutter.

"Single forever?", he laughs through his question.

"Uh, yeah. Because if I die on this ice, I'll haunt you and this stadium forever. Good lucky trying to find a new girl when I'm haunting you, bud", you monologue.

You hadn't realize you were already skating by the time you stopped talking. Someway, somehow Jack had started moving the two of you along without you noticing.

"Good skating, Yn", Luke yells from across the ice.

"Huh? Oh- Jack! I told you to warn me before we started moving", you say through deep inhales.

"If I'd told you, we'd still be standing still. It's not too bad, huh?"

You hated to admit you were wrong, but it really wasn't all that bad.

"No, BUT, you better stay by my side, Hughes."

"Whatever you want, princess."

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03.

The "problem" with Jack Hughes is he's sweet. Too sweet.

He'd been on a roadie for two weeks. Without you realizing it, you two had established a roadie tradition.

He gets home, you two unwind together on the couch, and like clockwork he reveals his souvenir.

Tonight is no different.

"Jacky? Wine or coke?", you yell to the living room.

"Whatever you want, Yn!", he responds. So, you bring both.

"How was the roadie? I mean, I watched all the games I could but how was it for you?", you ask.

"Not awful, but too long. I swear, these roadies just get harder the older I get", he chuckles.

"You gonna start talking about the good old days now, Jacky?", you joke.

Mid-laugh he sits up straight like he just remembered something ultra important. He jumps up and runs to his backpack. You laugh, finding him absolutely and ridiculously adorable.

He comes back into the living room with his hands behind his back. "Close your eyes, baby", he tells you.

You go along with his antics and cover your eyes with your hands.

"Okay, you can open 'em now", he says.

You almost melt at the sight of him with a keychain in his hands. Not just any keychain, but a Jellycat twin marshmallow keychain.

"What's this?", you ask happily.

"For you. I found it at this place near the New York stadium and thought of you. You like these things right?", he asked, looking for your approval.

"I'd like anything you got me, you know that", you say before settling into his chest.

"It's us", he says without explantion. You look up at him, confused at what he's talking about.

"The marshmallows. You're the pink one, though", he explains.

You look up at him and realize that he's it. The mystical one for you. You'd found him at 24 and now at 26, he's just as sweet as he was on the first date.

You kiss his face till he's laughing so hard you worry he'll never stop laughing.

"Thank you, babe", you finally mutter into his chest. In response, you get a kiss on your forhead.

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04.

Jack's not picky with his food. But, before you, he had a set food schedule with no place for budging.

You, though, are a self-proclaimed foodie and have taken to making Jack into one too.

Case-in-point, today.

Luke's home (surprisingly, since he seems to dash when ever Jack gets mushy with you, which is always) and everyone's hungry.

You have the deck of take-out menus on the table in front of you as Luke settles in on the end of the couch. It's between Thai and Mongolian tonight, unbeknowst to the youngest Hughes brother.

"Spaghetti sounds good, no?", he asks you.

Suddenly, Jack appears behind your spot on the couch. "Wednesdays are 'Adventure Days'", Jack says like that explains everything.

Luke looks to you for explanation before you say, "Jack always wanted Italian or burgers and I always wanted to try something new. We settled on Wednesdays being my day to pick and Fridays being his."

As you speak, you feel Jack's warm gaze on you and he pecks your cheek before he sits down on the couch. Luke can sense the lovey-dovey of it all starting up again and leaves you both with a grunt and a murmur about chicken satay.

All Luke could think about as he walked back to his room was "He would've let me get my pasta back then. At least, he's happy.."

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05.

There's never any quiet at a Hughes family function. There's barely space, let alone silence.

Yet, you thrive at these. Birthdays, anniversaries, you name it, you love being with the Hugheses.

It's easy to figure out why. Your own family is small and you honestly don't spend much time together. Once your brother moved out, you quickly followed suit and moved away the year after. If you all see each other once a year, that's a lot.

On the other hand, the Hughes can't live without each other. Of course, Jack and Luke live together so you see Luke daily. But, Quinn and the boys' parents aren't ever too far away.

Today is their cousin Emma's birthday. You'd come prepared with a gift set from Sol de Janeiro and a makeup brush set. Having talked to her a few times you thought she'd liked these.

When Jack picked you up, he told you that you didn't have to get him a birthday present much less his cousin. You swatted him away and told him that was complete and utter nonsense. "Everyone deserves to feel special on their day, Jacky", you insisted.

Once you both got inside, it was hugs and smiles all around. You were immediately split up when Ellen caught sight of you and before you knew it she was telling you a childhood story in which Jack lost a tooth playing mini sticks. Jim then saw you with his wife and whisked you away to the kitchen to set you up a plate. Before you even got to eat your second bite, Quinn walked up to you and asked for some advice regarding his girlfriend. Not last and certainly not least, Luke dared you to play mini sticks against the little kids.

Jack next saw you when you got scored on by a toddler. He laughed at you, caught ahold of your sweater and lightly spun you around to be face-to-face with him. "Ms. Ln? Is that you?"

"Ha ha", you drily replied.

"Having fun?", he asked into the crown of your head.

"Yeah. I love your family. Everyone's so...warm", you confess.

"They love you. Mom's always asking how you are and Dad's always telling me you're a keeper. Y'know, even Quinn told me he's never seen me this happy?"

Your eyes water at the realization that the people who had begun to feel like family to you had long ago adopted you into theirs.

"What about Luke?", you ask in the wateriest voice Jack's ever heard come from you.

"Pfft, he loves to act like he hates how mushy you've made me. But, the other night" he says before looking around to make sure Luke can't hear him before he continues, "he said he hopes I marry you. Apparently, you're the coolest girlfriend I've ever had."

At this admission, you hug Jack just a little tighter.

You've never had anyone, much less your boyfriend, be so upfront about how much you matter to them. You think you could get used to it.

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06.

It's your company's end-of-year Christmas party and it's the first time Jack's been able to attend one with you. Being on IR has its perks!

You're all dressed up and you're putting on the finishing touches. Touch of gloss, heels, and perfume.

"Pictures?", Jack asks.

He knows the drill after years of being with you.

You don't love getting so fancy too often so when you do you like to take advantage of it with a good dozen or so pictures.

"Yeah, please", you smile up at him.

Suddenly, he's doing faux exercises to prepare for the big task of being your photographer. You giggle and hand him your phone.

"Okay. 1,2,3. Yeah, now smile softly. Hm, spin? Yeah! What about with the purse now? Okay, that's 25 pictures", he finishes.

As you look through them all, you realize Jack's come a long way from that guy who used to take blurry pictures of you and insisted he could "see you perfectly" in them.

You kiss him on the cheek and get a hold of his hand.

"I love you, sweetheart", you say as he locks up behind him.

"Love you more. Y'know that, right?"

It starts as something small.

Your hand lingering too long at his waist. Fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie when he walks past, like you need something to hold you in place. The way your body instinctively leans toward his, even in rooms full of people, even when you know there are eyes on you.

Luke notices before anyone else does.

Of course he does.

He always does.

It’s in the way his mouth twitches when you slide your hand into his back pocket without thinking or how his breath catches just slightly when you press your face into his neck like you’re trying to disappear there. He doesn’t pull away, if anything, he leans into it subtly and quietly, like he’s just as hooked on the closeness as you are.

But there’s a difference between wanting him and whatever this is.

Because this isn’t just affection. It isn’t just habit.

It’s a kind of need that sneaks up on you at the worst possible times. A pull in your chest, low and insistent, that makes it hard to focus on anything except him—his hands, his voice, the way he looks at you like he already knows what you’re about to do.

And maybe that’s why you keep getting caught.

Because no matter how many times you tell yourself to rein it in, to act normal, to remember that there are other people around…

You always seem to forget.

And Luke never really stops you.

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The game is loud and fast.

You watch from the stands, heart caught somewhere between your ribs and your throat. When the Devils pull ahead and the final buzzer sounds, the arena erupts—but all you can focus on is him.

Your Luke.

He looks for you before he’s even off the ice.

It’s quick, just a flick of his gaze toward the glass, but it lands, and something hot and restless blooms in your chest.

By the time he’s out of the locker room, you’re already waiting.

You try to play it cool at first. You really do. You stand there, arms crossed loosely, acting like you haven’t been thinking about how broad and solid he looks in his gear, how easy it is to pick him out of a crowd, or how your eyes keep finding him without even trying.

But the second he walks toward you, hair still damp, jaw a little flushed from the cold.

You fold.

It’s immediate.

All that pretending, all that effort to act normal, gone in a second.

Your arms uncross before you even realize it, your body is already moving toward him like it’s instinct, like it doesn’t need your permission. He barely has time to say your name before your hands are on him.

"Hey," he starts, a smile already breaking through, like he knows.

“Hi,” you breathe, but it comes out softer than you meant it to, threaded with something a little too honest.

He huffs out a quiet laugh, hands coming up to steady your waist, thumbs pressing in just enough to ground you.

“Miss me?” he teases, but his voice is low and warm, he’s already leaning into you and giving in.

You nod too quickly.

“Yeah.”

It’s not even embarrassing anymore how fast you admit it.

By the time you make it out to the parking lot, the cold air hits your skin. Everything feels more heightened, more real, and too exposed.

Your grip tightens as you walk, your arm sliding around his middle, fingers pressing into him like you’re trying to make sure he’s still there. He glances down at you, a little amused, a little curious.

“You okay?” he asks.

“No,” you admit quickly.

That gets his attention.

“Not okay how, baby?”

You don’t answer with words.

Instead, you tug him toward the car, a little harder than necessary, your back hitting the side of it with a soft thud as he follows. His brows lift, surprised, but he doesn’t resist you.

“Hey,” he starts, but you cut him off, your hands sliding up his jacket, gripping, pulling him down to you.

And then you’re kissing him.

It’s not soft. It’s not subtle.

It’s the kind of kiss that steals the air right out of your lungs, all urgency and heat and desperate. His reaction is immediate, one of his hands bracing against the car beside your head, the other finding your hip, pressing you closer.

“Okay,” he breathes against your mouth, like he’s trying to catch up.

But he’s kissing you back just as hard, the two of you don’t even think about where you are… not until later.

Until you’re curled up beside him that night after your shower together, your head resting against his shoulder, his phone in his hand.

“Uh,” he says.

You glance up, admiring the dark, wet curls forming around his face. “What?”

He turns the screen slightly toward you.

An Instagram post.

And there, grainy, slightly blurred, but unmistakable, are the two of you.

You, pressed against the car, hands tangled in his jacket. Him, leaning into you, one hand on your waist, the other braced beside your head, kissing you like nothing else exists.

Your stomach drops.

“Oh my God.”

Luke just stares at it for a second, then he huffs out a quiet laugh.

“Yeah,” he says. “That’s… pretty bad.”

You groan, covering your face. “Quinn’s gonna give us so much shit.”

He shrugs, tossing his phone somewhere on the couch, his arm sliding around you again like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Worth it,” he says simply.

You peek at him through your fingers. “Yeah?”

His gaze flicks down to your mouth, then back up.

“Yeah.”

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Summer at the lake house is supposed to be easy.

Slow mornings. Long afternoons. The hum of boats in the distance and the constant movement of people in and out of the house. Jack, Quinn, their parents, and friends dropping by like it’s second nature.

It’s comfortable.

Familiar.

But it’s awful.

You haven’t seen Luke all day.

He left early that morning to go golfing with his brothers and his dad, pressing you a quick kiss on your head before he went, promising he wouldn’t be gone too long.

That was hours ago.

And now you’re sitting inside, half-listening to a conversation you’re not really part of, your knee bouncing slightly, your attention drifting every time you hear a car outside.

You don’t even realize you’ve stood up until someone asks where you’re going.

“Water,” you say quickly, already moving.

But you don’t make it to the kitchen.

Because the front door opens.

And there he is.

Sun-warmed, slightly flushed, curls a mess from the day, laughing at something Jack says as they step inside.

Your chest tightens.

There it is again.

That pull.

That need.

You don’t think.

You just move.

"Hey, baby—” Luke starts, but you’re already there, your hands on him, tugging him away from the entryway before anyone can really process what’s happening.

“Hi,” you say, breathless, like you’ve been waiting all day just for this moment.

He blinks at you, caught off guard, but then he smiles.

“Hi,” he echoes.

You don’t stop.

You pull him down the hallway, past the kitchen, past the living room, until you find a quieter corner where the noise fades just enough.

And then you’re kissing him again.

“Miss me?” he murmurs against your lips, clearly amused.

You nod, your hands sliding up his chest and around, gripping the hair on the nape of his neck like you need to make up for lost time.

“Yeah,” you say. “A lot.”

He exhales, his forehead resting briefly against yours. “We were gone for like… six hours.”

“Too long.”

That makes him chuckle.

But his hands tighten on your waist anyway, lips pressing back into you with hunger, slower this time. 

You don’t hear anything around you anymore until-

"EUGHHHH, are you serious?!” Jack’s voice breaks through the quiet.

You jerk back instantly, your hands dropping like you’ve been burned.

He’s halfway down the hall, one hand over his eyes, the other thrown up in the air in pure disbelief.

“Come on,” he groans. “Like—right here? In the hallway? This is a shared space!”

Your face heats up immediately, embarrassment crashing in all at once as reality snaps back into place.

“Oh my God.”

Luke just exhales, dragging a hand down his face, somewhere between annoyed and amused.

“Get a room, you freaks," Jack shouts back, already turning away. 

He disappears toward the bathroom, still muttering under his breath.

Silence settles for half a second.

Then a small but growing chuckle bubbles out of Luke.

“Well,” he says, “at least it wasn’t my mom.”

You groan again, swatting his arm.

“This is your fault.”

“My fault?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow. “You pounced on me the second I walked through the door.”

You nod, but you’re smiling.

Then he glances down the hallway, toward the noise of the house, before looking back at you.

“C’mon,” he murmurs before pressing one more gentle kiss to your lips.

His hand tightens around yours. When he starts walking, you follow without question.

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The third time sneaks up on you.

Because it doesn’t start with him.

It starts with her.

Grits’ daughter.

She’s small, all soft curls and bright eyes, tucked comfortably in Luke’s arms like she belongs there. He’s talking to her in that low, gentle voice you don’t hear often, there’s something warm and careful in the way he holds her, like he’s afraid of doing it wrong somehow.

But he’s not.

He looks like a natural.

Your chest tightens as something deep within you shifts.

You don’t expect it. You don’t prepare for it. It just hits you all at once, a quiet, overwhelming thought that settles somewhere deep and refuses to leave.

You want that.

It’s ridiculous.

You know it is.

You’re only 21, he’s 22. Your lives are barely settled, constantly moving, and still growing into yourselves.

But watching him like this, it doesn’t feel out of reach.

Luke glances up, catching you staring.

“What?” he asks, smiling slightly, still rocking Yesenia gently back and forth.

You shake your head quickly. “Nothing.”

But it’s not nothing because from that moment on, something in you shifts.

The rest of the evening you stay closer to him than usual, your hand always finding his sleeve, his wrist, his hand, or the back of his shirt. You lean into him more, rest your head on his shoulder, press your face into his neck practically huffing him.

And he notices.

“You okay?” he asks quietly at one point, his hand settling over yours.

You nod.

Too quickly.

“Yeah…” You hesitate, searching for wording that makes sense and doesn’t sound outright bizarre. “I just want to be near you.”

His expression softens.

“You are near me,” he says playfully, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, tucking you in closer to his chest.

It’s almost unbearable, your need to be alone with him, to have his full attention.

You shift closer, fingers curling into his shirt, tugging lightly.

“Lu,” you murmur.

He turns immediately to you. “Yeah?”

You hesitate. “Can we go?”

His brows knit slightly. “Go where?”

You glance around, lowering your voice.

“Anywhere. Just somewhere else.”

He studies you for a minute, green eyes boring into yours, before something clicks.

“Oh,” he says quietly.

You nod, your grip tightening just slightly.

“Please.”

There’s no teasing this time, no joking. He just understands, a kiss being pressed on your temple before he stands, offering a quick excuse to the group—something about being tired, about an early morning tomorrow. It’s smooth and believable enough despite the clumpsy delivery.

But the second you’re out of sight, your hand is back on him, pulling at him.

“Hey,” he says softly, stopping just long enough to catch your face in his hands. “What’s going on in that pretty head?”

You shake your head, already leaning into his touch.

“I don’t know,” you admit breathlessly. “God, Luke.”

His thumbs brush over your cheeks slowly, eyes fixed on yours, adoration and all his attention laid thick on you.

“You’ve been all over me since dinner,” he says, his crooked grin cracking, voice lower than before. “Not complaining.”

Heat rushes to your face, but it only makes you press closer.

“I can’t help it.”

“No?” His brows rise in pure amusement.

You shake your head again, fingers bunching tighter in his shirt. “You holding her earlier really got in my head.”

Something flashes instantly across his face.

“Grits’ daughter?”

“Yeah.”

Luke exhales a quiet laugh, but it catches slightly when you step closer again, nearly flush against him now. “Baby fever?”

You groan, hiding your face briefly against his chest. “Shut up.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Yes.”

His laugh is warmer this time, quieter too, and you feel it under your cheek. Then his hands slide down your sides slowly before settling firmly on your hips.

“Look at me,” he says softly.

You barely have time to look up from his chest before he’s kissing you, all heat and want. The sound you make is embarrassing, but Luke just hums against your lips. Your hands fly into his hair automatically, tugging hard enough to make him inhale sharply.

“Jesus,” he mutters against your mouth.

"Sorry."

“Don’t,” he cuts in instantly, kissing you again before you can finish the apology. “Don’t apologize for that.”

You melt a little at the roughness in his voice.

Luke backs you up slowly until your shoulders brush the wall, his hands spreading across your waist like he needs to hold onto as much of you as possible. 

“You were killing me out there,” he murmurs between kisses.

You blink up at him, dazed. “Me?”

"Mhm," he hums.

One of his hands slides up into your hair, gently tipping your head back so he can kiss you deeper, slower, until your knees feel weak from it. You clutch harder at his shirt instinctively, causing him to groan softly at the feeling before pulling away.

“Looking to see you constantly eyeing me down like prey does a number on me.”

He kisses you again anyway before grabbing at your hand, guiding you towards his car. “C’mon,” he says softly, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Before I stop being patient.”

thank u for reading!! feel free to chat in my inbox!! i am always down to be a freak or talk whenever! ✭

it wasn't a thing.

it was just summer. just the lake house. born of the consequences of the heat and too many beers after a boat day.

it brewed between moments. luke was distracted by his old umich teammates visiting; the house was crowded enough to allow you to slip away unnoticed, loud enough to muffle any noise.

you drifted down the hall towards jack's room, heart pounding from the thrill. the door was cracked open.

he was there, leaned against the dresser. his linen shirt was unbuttoned enough to offer you a peek of his tanned chest, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. the way he looked at you made your chest tighten and your belly twirl, reminding you of the danger.

luke had been your best friend since your freshman year at michigan. you trusted him in a way that felt natural; the trust that came from late night study sessions, spring break road trips, and too many overpriced drinks at rick's.

it made this so much more complicated.

"finally," jack groans, pushing off the dresser. "thought you'd chicken out."

"you said two minutes," you shoot back with a scoff, feigning annoyance despite the grin growing on your face.

"it's been five."

jack doesn't waste a second. a hand slipping around your waist, tugging you close enough to find your lips, hungry and fast.

you gasp into the kiss, fingers tangling in the fabric of his white button up. his hand presses firm against the small of your back as he subtly grinds his hips against yours.

"gotta be quick," you murmur, head tilting back to offer him more surface area as he nips down your throat. "i told luke i'd-" you cut yourself off with a gasp as jack's hands squeeze the fat of your ass.

he pulls back with a cocky grin.

"told him you'd what?"

"fuck you, J," he lets out an oof as you shove him down to the mattress with a roll of your eyes. he lands back on his elbows, grinning smugly up at you.

"it'd be my pleasure."

his hands find the hem of your tank top, dragging it up and over your head. a choked noise escapes from the back of his throat as your bare tits bounce free, hands automatically coming up to pinch and squeeze at the mounds.

"walking around here without a bra? what happened to my sweet girl, huh?" jack mumbles, gloating in the noise he tears from your lips as he tugs your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

he tugs your shorts down, leaving you in only a pair of white cotton panties that are considerably wetter than they were before you walked into his room.

his hands drag you by your hips, settling you down in his lap, thighs spread on either side of his. he tugs his shorts down just enough to free his aching cock, letting it smack up against your bare inner thigh.

he tugs your panties to the side, sliding the head of his cock between your folds. his tip bumps your clit, drawing a moan from you that's a bit too loud for his comfort and he immediately swallows it with a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

he lifts you up just enough to position the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"c'mon, angel. ride it for me," he encourages, hands dragging up and down the smooth skin of your waist. you let out a little whine, sinking down on his cock and he groans at the feeling of your warm, wet heat enveloping him. the stretch of him is delicious, leaving a fluttery feeling in your tummy.

After his last injury, he had explained that he was worried about getting so many injuries that his ability to play hockey would be permanently affected, so you pretty much knew exactly why he was upset, and it was understandable.

Sitting with Luke in the waiting room is even quieter. His gaze is fixed on the floor as his good shoulder leans against your side. You can sense his nervousness, so you pull his hand into yours and gently caress his palm.

Finally, when his name is called, you pat his knee as a way to tell him that you’ll be there for him when he wakes up.

Luke stands, looking down at you. “Thank you for coming with me,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.”

You smile, catching his lips briefly before he pulls away. “Anytime, my love.” You gesture him towards the waiting doctor and watch as he disappears into the hallway.

—

As you walk into the room after Luke’s successful surgery, you’re greeted by the sterile smell before you see Luke lying on the clinic bed. He hasn’t woken up yet, but he looks calmer than he has in a long time.

There is a chair right beside the bed, so you take a seat, looking over his peaceful face. Your hand gently finds his cheek as you caress the soft skin with your thumb.

You had texted the Hughes family group chat before entering the room to let them know that the surgery was successful.

Your eyes jump to a stray curl that falls over his eyelid, and you gently brush it away with your fingertips. Just then, his eyes begin to flutter.

You smile at his scrunched expression as he takes in the bright lights along with the rest of his surroundings.

“Welcome back, love,” you say to him in a hushed voice, watching as his eyes drift over to you.

He manages a smile when he’s conscious enough to understand what’s going on.

“You stayed,” he says quietly, very pleased at the fact that you were there the second he woke up.

You lean in, pressing a quick peck to his lips. “Of course I did, honey.”

Just then, your phone rings. You sigh, annoyed at the interruption. But before you can ignore it, Luke tells you to look at it.

“It’s Jack,” you say, answering the phone and bringing it up to your ear.

“Hello?” You hear from the other end.

“Hey,” you reply.

“How’s my baby brother doing?” He asks in a teasing tone.

You smile, looking at Luke. “He’s doing great. Just woke up, actually. Wanna say hi?” You reply.

“Put me on speaker,” Jack demands playfully. You follow his instructions, tapping the button to put the phone on speaker.

“Hi, Jacky,” Luke says with a smile, eyes closing again.

“Hey, Lukey. How are you feeling?” He asks, a smile clear in his voice.

Luke huffs out a breath of air, almost a laugh. “Tired,” he says.

“Well,” Jack says. “I’m glad you’re ok. I was just calling to check in. I’ll let you go now,” he adds. “I love you, and I’ll see you in Michigan in a few days.

“I love you too, bro,” he replies, opening his eyes again to look at you.

You smile back at him, turning the phone off of speaker and pulling it back to your ear. “Thanks for checking in on him, Jack. It means a lot to him. We’ll see you soon.”

“See ya,” you hear before the phone hangs up.

—

After days of living in a hotel and going in and out of the clinic to make sure everything is still fine, you and Luke finally fly up to Michigan. You both sleep the whole flight, making the long-awaited summer destination arrival feel sooner.

You carry your own bag out of the airport and to the Uber, much to Luke’s dismay (since he only has one hand).

Alas, you arrive at the lake house, greeted by the rest of the Hughes family the second you step out of the Uber. Quinn grabs your bags from the car, rushing them up to the porch before running back over to say hello.

“Made it back in one piece, I see,” Quinn says to Luke as he pulls him into a side-hug, avoiding his injured shoulder.

Luke chuckles, patting Quinn’s back in return. “Luckily so,” he replies.

Then, Quinn makes his way over to you with a warm smile. “Hey, y/n. Thanks for taking care of him,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and patting your back.

“No problem, Quinn,” you say, hugging him back. “It’s good to see you!”

Then, Luke’s parents begin patting his back, kissing his face, hugging him, and fussing over him, as any worried parents would.

“I’m so glad the surgery went well, honey,” says a smiling Ellen. “We were worried sick.”

Luke smiles, hugging his parents and reassuring them that he is, indeed, doing great.

Suddenly, you hear the front door fly open and the very familiar sound of Jack yelling. Seconds later, Jack is wrapped around his little brother, carefully, of course, mindful of his injured shoulder.

“Lukey, you’re back!” Jack shouts gleefully with a laugh. “I missed you!”

Luke cackles, trying to push his brother away. “I saw you a week ago!” He exclaims, referring to their brief goodbye in their shared New Jersey apartment.

“Which means I haven’t seen you for a week!” He fights back, attempting to justify his earlier statement.

Everybody joins in on the laughter as Quinn walks over again to drag Jack away from his youngest brother. 

“Don’t worry, Luke. When I got here, I got an even crazier greeting from this one,” he says, ruffling Jack’s hair playfully.

“I believe it,” Luke says, smiling and shaking his head.

After a couple more minutes of chatter, you all make your way inside, carrying your bags up to the room you and Luke share every summer.

As you begin to unpack your bag, Luke flops dramatically onto the bed, watching you with puppy dog eyes.

You glance at him briefly, only to look back down and continue your act with a smile.

“Sweetheart?” Luke calls, inching closer to you.

“Yes, Lu?” You answer, looking up at him as you neatly lay clothes on the bed.

“I’m hungry,” Luke says shyly, smiling at you hopefully.

You raise an eyebrow. “Then go get a snack, honey,” you tell him, focusing back on your chore.

Luke frowns and groans theatrically. “But it tastes better when you get it for me,” he whines.

You roll your eyes, but you don’t hide your smile. “Let me guess,” you start. “You’re gonna use this injury as an excuse to make me take care of you like a baby, and you’re going to milk it as long as you possibly can.”

Luke smirks proudly. “Spot on,” he says. “You’re so smart, baby.”

You grin, leaning closer to him. “I know.”

“Now, can you pretty please get me something to eat?” He pleads, puppy dog eyes returning.

You roll your eyes again while laughing. “Of course, honey. Come downstairs with me, I’ll make you something.”

Luke’s eyes light up with excitement as he jumps out of bed. As you make your way down to the kitchen, Luke follows right behind you like a lost puppy.

As you start digging for the things you need, you half expect Luke to sit patiently at the island. But you couldn’t be more wrong. He is very much in the way, trying to stay as close to you as possible.

“Luke, honey, I love you,” you say, cupping his cheek in one hand. “But you are really getting in the way.”

Luke melts into your touch, placing his good hand over yours. “I just like being near you, pretty,” he replies.

You smile up at him. “I like being near you, too, but I can’t make you food if you’re in the way.”

He sighs with feigned annoyance, stepping back until he can sit down at one of the stools against the counter. He props his chin in his non-slung hand, looking at you with love in his eyes.

You smile at him for a moment before returning to your task.

—

After thirty minutes of cooking, you finally place an easy meal in front of Luke, taking your seat beside him.

He smiles and nods at you to show appreciation for taking the first bite. You see the way his eyes light up immediately as he eats what you provided him. When he swallows, he turns to you with a soft smile.

“Thank you, my love. This tastes amazing.” He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. He may be injured and needy, but you never stopped being his baby.

“Anytime, honey.” You smile proudly.

—

After eating and getting everything put away, the two of you travel back upstairs for an early bedtime. Traveling has made you two very understandably tired, so getting to rest up before having fun all summer sounds very nice.

Luke flops down onto the bed again, right when he gets to the room. You chuckle softly, walking over to sit beside him.

“Lukey,” you call, rubbing his back gently.

“Yes, baby?” He replies.

“I think we should shower before we go to bed,” you tell him, grimacing at the thought of going to bed without showering after being on a plane and in an Uber.

Luke groans. “But how am I supposed to do that with one arm?” He asks, looking at you with frustrated eyes, but you see right through him.

You sigh, smiling. “Do you need help?” You ask him, already knowing the answer.

Luke perks up, smiling bigger than ever. “Yes, please,” he says.

You giggle, standing up again and beginning to walk towards the bathroom. You turn around, beckoning him to follow you.

He listens, joining you in the doorway before you continue walking to the bathroom. You flick the bathroom light switch and search for towels in the cabinet, and Luke decides to be helpful and turn the water on so that it can start warming up.

Luke tries to pull his hoodie with low effort, and he obviously fails. “Y/n, can you help me?”

You laugh, walking over to help. You gently pry away his sling, setting it neatly on the counter. Then, you very carefully pull his hoodie over his head, making sure to avoid injuring his shoulder again.

You succeed at your task, placing the discarded hoodie beside his sling on the counter. You let him finish undressing as you do the same for yourself. Then, the two of you step into the shower together.

Luke pulls you close, resting his chin on your shoulder and inhaling calmly as the warm water runs down his back.

“I love you,” he says peacefully, already winding down for the day. You can tell he’s super tired, and you find it sweet.

“I love you too, honey,” you reply, playing with the hair on the back of his head.

—

The two of you wash up, getting rid of all the airport germs. Finally, you stand in the water, washing your hair as Luke watches. When you finish rinsing out all of the shampoo, Luke speaks softly.

“Can you help me wash my hair?” He asks shyly. 

You can tell he is more sheepish asking for this because it is something he actually needs help with. “Of course, baby,” you say.

You gather a pump of shampoo into your hands as he bows his head down for you, since he is quite a bit taller. When you can reach, you begin gently massaging the shampoo into his hair. You hear him sigh contentedly, and you smile.

“You’re too good to me,” he tells you as you continue running your fingers through his hair.

“It’s nothing,” you reply.

“No, seriously,” he says. “I keep asking you to do ridiculous things, and you just… do them.”

You smile again. “It’s called love, honey. I’m here for you always.”

He lifts his head as you remove your hands from his hair, smiling at you with a mess of curls and suds atop his head. “Seriously, thank you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Lukey,” you reply. There is a brief moment of silence before you begin rinsing the soap out of his hair. He looks unfairly beautiful with the water running over his closed eyes.

When you finish, the two of you step out onto the floor mat. You wrap a towel around yourself before helping Luke wrap one around his hips. 

You pick up everything left on the counter and make your way back to your shared room together. You set the things down on the dresser before digging for pajamas.

For Luke, you find a hoodie and sweatpants, and for yourself, you find short shorts and one of Luke’s t-shirts. You lay them all out on the bed as Luke sits on his side.

You put your pajamas on first, and then, without asking, you walk over and help Luke put his pajamas on. As you finish, you look up to see him smiling down at you with a lovesick look in his eyes.

You smile back. “What’s that look for?” You ask.

“You’re so good to me,” he says, pulling you in with his good arm, resting his chin in your head. You wrap your arms around his middle, gently running your hand over his back.

“You’re worth it,” you reply, muffled into his chest.

Luke presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, running his hand through your hair. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you too, Lukey,” you reply. When the two of you finally pull apart, you help Luke put his sling back on as he sighs in disapproval. You know how uncomfortable it is, but you both know he has to wear it.

Finally, the two of you climb into bed together. You lie on your back, and Luke curls up carefully against your side. He nuzzles his face against your neck, doing his best to get comfortable.

“What do you think about sleeping in really late tomorrow?” You ask Luke.

“I like that idea,” he replies, sleepy and barely there.

“Goodnight, Lu,” you say to him.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he replies.

You lie awake, waiting to fall asleep until he does. It doesn’t take long at all. Only minutes later, you hear his breathing even out and feel his heartbeat steady against your arm.

The sound of him breathing and the warmth of him sleeping next to you lull you to a deep sleep as well, peaceful beside your favorite, injured boy.

As much as you hate to admit it, you are happy to be the doctor he has at home.

a/n: lovedddd writing this, i'll prob make it a 2-3 part series overtime! I am pretty busy though so who knows when i'll get to it...

taglist: @idkwhatthisis2009 , @rusty436 , @dancerbailey3 , @septembervirgorose

The movie theater near you sold little to no snacks; if they did, it would be expensive or the kind you hated. So your best friend sent you a TikTok of people pretending to be pregnant so they can sneak snacks into the movies, and you knew you had to try that.

You and your best friend, Mo, were supposed to meet your Husband Nico, at the movies to see the new Captain America movie. 

The two of you sat in Mo’s car in the five-below parking lot, stuffing as many snacks as possible into the styrofoam half-balls. Mo looked up at you. “Wait, did you tell Nico that we do this?” Mo wondered, and you shook your head. “I want to get his natural reaction. Plus, he would go on about how I don’t have to worry about it because he’ll take care of me. I don’t want him wasting money on overpriced snacks for me,” you explained, placing your leggings up over the styrofoam ball to keep it in place. Mo squints her eyes towards you. “Wow, it must be so hard having a billionaire as a husband,” Mo said, making you roll your eyes. 

You and Mo had a girls-only sleepover at her apartment the night before. Which gave you guys the perfect opportunity to get cheap snacks. 

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Mo pulled into a parking spot at the movie theater. You saw Nico waiting outside. “He’s going to die.” You laughed, fixing your three layers of tank tops. You and Mo threw your hoodies on; Of course, you were wearing one of Nico's.

When Nico noticed the styrofoam, be couldn’t take his eyes off of you and was grinning. 

“Hi, bub.” You smiled, pressing a kiss on his cheek. Nico looked down at the ‘bump.’ “Why?” was all Nico was able to say. “Best way to sneak in snacks. I refuse to spend $15 on a snack and a soda that I’m going to finish before the trailers start,” you whispered, knowing that someone might narc on you. Nico placed his hands on your ‘bump.’ 

“Schmetterling, you know you don’t have to do this. I have money, I would’ve paid for you.” 

“I know but I don’t want you wasting money.”

“Let me spoil my wife.”

You and Nico have been married for a year, and you still get butterflies when he calls you his wife or Mrs Hischier. 

 You pulled Nico into a chaste kiss. “I love you, bub, but it’s okay,” you assured. Nico still looked upset. “Don’t worry, I have some snacks for you,” You added.

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Nico still bought you a drink because he felt guilty. 

You guys stood in the lobby, waiting for Mo to find her ticket on her phone. You noticed the employee who scanned the tickets kept glancing over towards you guys. “Quick, put your arm around me, pretend we’re together,” you mumbled, placing Nico’s calloused hand on your hip. “Schmetterling, we’re married,” Nico reminded with a light. “I know. I just like hearing you say it.” You told Nico, who was grinning. 

Mo grabbed onto Nico’s bicep. “Let’s go,” Mo whined, pulling Nico and you. Mo and you were a package deal; you weren’t going to date anyone who didn’t like her. You told Nico that when he asked you out during his Rookie year. The two had kept a weird friendship over the years.

Then Nico realized why the ticket girl was staring. “You don’t think that she assumes I knocked both of you up,” Nico pouted, throwing his head back. Mo scrunched her nose up. “Ew.” Mo gagged.

You ran your fingers through your husband's soft brown hair, knowing that would calm him down. “She’s not because I have proof that I won.” You smiled, wiggling your ring finger where your engagement ring and wedding band rest nicely. Nico smiled that you were wiggling the symbol of your marriage loudly and proudly.

“I’m going to throw up. Can we go? I want to see my future husband, Anthony Mackie,” Mo groaned. Nico mimicked Mo, which led them to mimic how Miley and Jackson do from Hanna Montana. You stood between them. “Stop,” you pretended to be annoyed, but you were glad that you didn’t have to worry about them hooking up behind your back. 

“Now, Nico, don’t just stand there. Escort your baby mamas to the theater.”

“Ew,” Mo whined before walking ahead of you two.

“That’s not funny, Schmetterling.”

“I thought it was funny.” You smiled

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You guys walked toward your theater when some guy accidentally bumped into you.

“Sorry,” the guy apologized. You were about to say no problem, but Nico shielded you from the guy. “Watch where you're going!” Nico scolded, poking the guy in the chest. You nervously glanced at Mo, who looked just as shocked as you. The guy looked like he was in his late 30s and was a little taller than Nico. The man put his hand up in defense. “I said I was sorry.” The guy explained. 

 Nico was about to say something, but stopped when he felt you squeezing his bicep. “Get out of here,” Nico muttered; the guy walked away. Nico was never the one who would pick a fight, not on or off the ice; Nico brings you a bouquet of your favorite flowers if he didn’t like the tone he used when he spoke to you.

Nico spun around, one hand cupping your cheek and the other resting on the side of your ‘bump.’ “Are you alight?” Nico wondered, his eyes piercing into yours. “I-I’m fine. I promise.” You assured, wondering what the hell has gotten into him. The entire walk to the theater, Nico wrapped his strong arm around the styrofoam as if he was protecting you and the snacks. Damn, he must really be hungry You thought. 

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Nico helped you into your seat before sitting in his. “Thank fuck. I’m starving.” Mo grinned, ripping her styrofoam out.  

You ripped yours out and handed Nico the snacks you got for him. “Thank you, Schmetterling, but next time take my card ,” Nico mumbled before pulling you into a chaste kiss. You bumped your nose against his. “No. I have a big girl job. I can spoil my husband with snacks if I want to,” you smirked before pulling him into a lingering kiss. You thought after all these years, Nico would give up trying to pay for you, but you forgot how dedicated he is to you. 

You placed the styrofoam between you and the armrest that holds the drink. You notice a sad Nico out of the corner of your eye. You gazed up at him. “What’s wrong, bub?” you wondered. Nico glanced at the styrofoam and said, “Maybe you shouold keep that on. What if an usher comes in? can’t have my wife getting in trouble.” Nico explained, You knit your eyebrows together. What the hell is going on with him? You knew he was right; you put the styrofoam back on. Nico gave a heartfelt smile and placed his hand on your thigh. You looked over at Mo, who was as confused as you were. 

Throughout the whole movie, Nico kept placing his hand on the styrofoam, claiming to see an usher. 

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You and Mo were in the lobby, standing outside the men's bathroom, waiting for Nico. 

“Okay, what the hell is going on with him?” Mo wondered, you shrugged. First, you thought he was only acting like this because he was hungry, but he was still acting weird after you fed him.

“He’s being so clingy…even for him, and it’s grossing me out,” Mo admitted. You tried to think of what could make him act like this. 

The Devils were on a winning streak, so it couldn’t be that.

Nico didn’t have a bad practice yesterday; he would’ve told you.

You felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. “Ready to go home, Schmetterling?”  Nico mumbled into your hair. You nodded and waved bye to Mo.  

You saw Mo mouth the words call me forming her hand into a phone and putting it towards her ear. It warmed your heart knowing that even though she argues with Nico, she kind of cares about him. 

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When you get home, you take off the styrofoam ball and head into the kitchen to make Dinner. Nico was following you like a lost puppy. 

Nico sat at the kitchen island, admiring you the whole time you made dinner. “You okay?” You wondered, draining the boiling water from the pot. “Yeah,” Nico smiled, standing up and walking towards you.

You were mixing the butter into the pasta when you felt Nico's strong arms wrapping around your waist. He slipped his hands under your shirt, holding your bare hips. “You sure you're okay?” You wonder as you continue to make dinner. “Yeah,” Nico assured, shoving his face into your neck.

Nico was placing delicate, small wet kisses on your shoulder. A sharp breath was released from your mouth when Nico placed a wet kiss on the pulse from the side of your neck.

You snapped out of his spell and pulled yourself out of his arms. “Schmetterling,” Nico whined, trying to wrap you into his arms. You caught his wrist, and you looked into his glassy eyes, the same kind he gets after sex. “Let’s talk on the couch,” you said, tugging him towards the couch. 

You placed Nico down on the couch before sitting next to him. Nico looked down at his lap. “Is something wrong? You haven’t been acting like yourself since Mo, and I met you at the theaters.” You said you're starting to get worried. Nico kept staring into his lap. You noticed he was blushing.

“Are you upset about something?”

Nico shook his head

“Did something happen at practice yesterday?”

Nico shook his head

You grabbed his chin and made him look at you. “Then tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours. You know I won’t judge you.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

“Let have a baby,” Nico blurted out before his brain caught up to him. You stared at him; you and Nico talked about having a family back when you were engaged. “Seeing you acting like you were pregnant. Letting people at the movies think that I put a baby in you…It drove me crazy,” Nico explained. It’s all starting to make sense: yelling at the stranger at the movies, wanting you to keep the styrofoam on during the movie, helping you into your seat. It was all because he liked seeing you pregnant. 

“Imagine a mini us running around, I could teach them hockey.” Nico smiled; the idea of a toddler running around did warm your heart. On the plus side, you won’t have to deal with period cramps for nine months. 

You knew you wanted kids, especially after you married Nico, but due to his crazy schedule, you thought you would have to wait to have them. 

“I don’t want to force you or rush you into having them. I know my schedule is crazy, but I know our love for each other is strong and can get through anything.” Nico smiled, your eyes glossed.

You know he would be a good dad every time you see him hang out with the kids from Hockey in New Jersey (Sorry if that isn’t the name). It always made your ovaries explode. 

You wanted kids, and so did he.

You smiled at him. “Okay…Let’s have a baby.”