#tf11

you didn’t think anything of it when you applied the lip balm before you left for work. it was a new one but you had heard rave reviews about it from your friends so when your last tube ran out, you went out and bought it. there were a few flavours you could pick from but peach stood out to you and that was the one that made it into your basket.

trent had just walked in the door following morning practice and as was tradition in your relationship, you pressed a kiss to his lips before you jumped in your car to drive into the city. he wasn’t the type of guy who noticed if you got a new lip balm, mainly because he just wanted your lips on his. but this time was different.

you popped yourself up onto your tip toes and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips but when you went to pull away, a hand worked its way to the back of your neck. pulling you in for another kiss. or many kisses.

trent knew something was different but he couldn’t place it until he gently pushed his tongue against your lips. peach. you tasted like a sweet peach on a summers day. and he couldn’t get enough. you opened your mouth, letting his tongue explore all of your mouth. no matter how familiar it was to him, he would always explore.

a thud of trent’s equipment bag on the floor startled you and you pulled away once more but again you were coaxed into another kiss.

“im gonna be late for work baby,” you mumbled against his lips.

“just another taste princess peach. just a quick one.”

you sat in your car, looking in the small mirror on the sun visor. your lips were plump following the repeated application of the new lip balm that you discovered that trent oh so loved. your lashes were coated with a thin coat of mascara as they always were at work and you swiped the brush across your lashes to just enhance them.

the front door to your apartment was unlocked, which wasn’t unusual for when one of you was at home so you walked in and placed your work bag on the hook that was designated for you. the clang of your keys in the bowl startled you as it did every time. you really needed to tell trent that you wanted a different bowl for the keys but it just fit the aesthetic of the hallway and living space.

trent rounded the corner, sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips, a half eaten protein bar between his fingers. he must have just finished his workout.

“back already princess peach?” he asked, using the nickname he gave you that morning. you nodded before taking a few steps towards him. your eyes flicked up and down his body and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be dating trent.

“how was your workout?” you looked up into his eyes as you followed the ridges of his arm with your index finger. the muscles were defined from years of hockey and training, along with manhandling you in bed.

“was good,” he replied, finishing his protein bar and tucking the wrapper into his pocket. “missed my cheerleader though.”

your eyes rolled involuntarily at his comment. he loved it when you worked out with him, the way your ass looked in the tiny shorts you only wore around him. the way your sports bra pushed your tits up and almost directly into his face. it was a miracle that he didn’t shove you down on a bench and fuck you then and there.

“your cheerleader does have a job you know,” you sassed back, turning around to walk into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.

“im aware,” he responded as he followed you to the kitchen. he watched as you collected a coffee pod and popped it into the Keurig to make yourself your afternoon caffeine boost. “make me one too?” he pulled the puppy dog eyes that you couldn’t say no to.

“hazelnut latte?” you queried. you were almost 100% sure that he’d want his usual hazelnut latte but there was that little part of you that thought he might go for something different.

“you know it princess,” he emptied out the protein bar wrapper from his pocket, along with a receipt from when he bought a coffee earlier. trent was notorious for hoarding receipts in his pockets and there had been one too many times where you had forgotten to check his pockets and everything was covered in paper.

you brewed his coffee and handed him his mug of steaming liquid. the drink you had made for yourself had cooled down enough so you could take a large sip. it didn’t burn on the way down like it did in the mornings.

“you always make my coffee perfect, princess,” trent exclaimed as he downed half of his drink in one go.

“i put the pod in the machine,” you laughed. “im not a barista.”

“you could be,” he suggested before finishing the rest of his coffee.

the silence between the two of you was comfortable. you tried to sneak a look at trent as he moved across to put his empty mug in the dishwasher. but he noticed. he always noticed.

“c’mere princess,” trent opened his arms, encouraging you to come in for a hug. you obliged him and rested your cheek on his right pec as his arms engulfed you. the pair of you swayed slightly before he reached into his back pocket and connected his phone up to the speakers in the kitchen. it was just a relaxing playlist that you often put on when you were cleaning around the house or in the bath.

trent tilted his head down and pressed his lips against yours gently. the peach taste of your lip balm had faded slightly but it was still there and he loved it.

the stubble on his upper lip tickled you and it was still an strange feeling for him to grow out any facial hair. but by god you were thankful for playoff beards. the beard burn lasted on your thighs for days but it was beautiful.

his kisses never became harder or faster. they were just as controlled as they were at the start but you could feel his cock hardening in his sweatpants between your ass cheeks. but you didn’t need anything more just yet.

you turned around in his grasp and tangled your hands in his hair, pulling him back down to join his lips with yours. trent moved his hands from your waist to wrap around your neck, pulling you in closer. your bodies were flush with each other, heat radiating off his bare chest onto your clothed top half.

trent’s kisses started getting hotter and he bit down gently on your bottom lip. you gasped into his mouth and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. one of his hands moved from the back of your neck to cup one of the globes of your ass. his fingers gently massaged the muscle as he continued to kiss you deeply.

the peach flavour on your lips had gone and he was missing it. “put the lip thing back on,” he spoke breathily. “tastes fucking delicious.”

you reached down to your pocket and grabbed it out. trent wstched you as you unscrewed the cap and applied the moisturising balm. as soon as you put the lid back on the tube, his lips were on yours.

his arms lifted you up to place you on the kitchen counter, all whilst still kissing you. your hands tangled themselves in his hair, tugging gently at the locks.

trent’s nimble fingers moved to undo the buttons of your blouse. you had picked a floral one that you paired with black pants and your power heels. your outfits were always a power move and it was just another reason why trent loved you.

you shrugged yourself out of the blouse, leaving your top half in just the pink lace bra you put on following your morning shower. trent mumbled a few curses under his breath as he took you in. a couple of half healed love bites on your upper chest, a bite mark left from the other night. you were beautiful. and all his.

he felt his cock harden as his fingers worked the soft flesh of your breasts. two fingers found one pert nipple and started rolling it. you moaned with pleasure into his mouth, tugging on his hair silently asking for more.

trent obliged by moving his hands to unclasp the bra, then threw it to the other side of the kitchen, not caring where it landed. as one hand made its way back to cup a breast, the other cupped your cheek, deepening the kiss.

your hands moved down his body, quickly grabbing his ass. one of your hands snaked round to the front of his sweatpants and snuck underneath them to discover that he had foregone boxers once again. you wrapped your hand around his shaft and began to pump lightly.

the kisses you shared became hotter and hotter as you felt the wetness between your thighs become more noticeable and trent’s hips bucking up into your hand. it was only a matter of time until his resolve broke.

it took him a few attempts to undo the button at the top of your pants but eventually he got there and undid the zipper too.

“hips up princess, need to see if this pussy tastes as sweet as your lips,” he mumbled into your neck as he pressed hot, wet kisses into the skin there.

in one swift movement, he pulled down your pants and matching panties and settled between your legs. his tongue explored the crevices of your cunt before he wrapped his lips around your clit.

“oh fuck baby,” you shouted as he finally paid attention to where you needed him most. his arms hooked under your legs to place them over his shoulders as he feasted on your wanting cunt.

“pussy tastes so good princess,” trent moaned into you. you couldn’t think properly any more. all you could do was enjoy the feeling of you being treated by his tongue.

your hands made it back to his hair, using it to ground yourself so your hips could move on his face, utilising the stubble to add to the friction on your clit.

a finger circled your entrance and you cried out in pleasure when trent slowly inserted it into you. the pressure that had built up in your lower abdomen was teetering towards exploding.

“fuck,” you spoke breathily, struggling to get any words out as he slipped another finger in, curling them to find the spongy spot inside you.

“let go for me princess,” he whispered as his lips wrapped around your clit before sucking a pattern on it that he knew would make you come.

and come hard you did. your thighs wrapped around his head as your hips moved of their own accord on his face. your hands gripped his hair for dear life as time stopped for you. the pleasure the man between your legs gave you was unmatched. he always had you seeing stars and hearing colours.

the orgasm lasted longer than you realised as when you came back around, trent was stood up between your legs, sweatpants still on but a visible damp patch was where the head of his cock laid.

“you want to go to bed?” he asked as he tucked a piece of hair back behind your ear. you shook your head as you looked into his eyes. his pupils were dilated heavily as he felt your hands move from the kitchen counter to the waistband of his sweatpants.

you smirked as you pulled down his sweatpants, his weeping cock sprung up. the bright red head needed to be sucked on, you thought. but as you made your way to the edge of the counter, trent stopped you.

“you can suck me off later,” he groaned as he grasped the base of his shaft. “i need you now, it’s not going to be quick.” he explained as he edged closer to you, swiping his cock through your slick to lubricate himself.

the burn as he pushed his cock into you was everything you needed and more. your bare chest pushed into his and trent started thrusting into you.

his pace wasn’t brutal but the force he used was. every thrust was hard and controlled. his lips found yours again and he pulled your body into his.

the head of his cock kept hitting that sweet spot inside you and before you could say anything, you were constricting around trent’s length.

“come for me again princess,” he said between thrusts. his hair fell into his face but it didn’t matter, he didn’t care, as he was so close to orgasm.

you obliged him, eyes rolling back in your head, head resting on his shoulder as he made you see stars once again.

“fuck, squeezing me so tight,” he groaned before a few sloppy thrusts into you. he came hard inside you, coating your walls with his come.

your foreheads leant against each others, gasping for air as you both caught your breath back.

“fucking princess peach,” trent laughed.

“i know what our halloween costume is going to be this year,” you giggled.

The sun trickled in through the partly drawn curtains, exposing you and Trent to the winter sun of Boston. Usually you remembered to close them, but after a full day of chores, you collapsed into bed with Trent close behind. Neither of you must have remembered to close them.

Your eyes flicked over to the clock on your bedside table. 5:57 AM. Three minutes before Trent’s ghastly alarm went off indicating that he should probably get ready for morning skate. Today was a game day and his routine was everything, even if you didn’t understand why he did everything he did, you allowed him the space to do what he needed. 

As you kept yourself warm in the final moments of sweet, calm bliss before all hell broke loose with the blaring sounds of a phone alarm. Trent rolled over, muscled arm resting over your body, pulling you towards him. His head nuzzled into the crook of your neck. 

His warmth radiated and you enjoyed the feeling of being the little spoon in the first time in what felt like forever. Trent would never admit it, but he loved being the little spoon. 

But like, you’re in his jersey, laying on your front in nothing but the jersey. it’s the one he wore in Lake Tahoe when he scored his first NHL goal. you’re kicking your feet in the air as you wait for him to get home.

he walks in to see you on full display for him and he doesn’t even undress himself fully before slipping inside you.

it’s unexpected and expected at the same time. the feeling of him filling you is exactly what you needed after a tough day at work.

“looked too good in my jersey, with my name on your back, to not be fucked like a puck bunny.” his hips collide with your backside as he yanks you up to rest on your hands and knees. “little slut for me can’t wait a few minutes for me me to undress her, can she? it’s why she doesn’t put panties on. she knows i will always give her what she needs.”

you were on your knees in front of trent, his cock deep in your throat, your hands resting on the back of his strong thighs. your eyes met as you moved yourself up and down his length.

saliva coated his cock and every time you took as much of him in your mouth as you could, more was added. you watched as Trent’s abs flexed under the pleasure he was feeling.

one of his hands rested on the back of your head, guiding you down his dick. but he needed more.

“can i try something sweetheart?” he asked gently. you nodded as much as you could with him in your mouth. “if it gets too much, tap my thighs, don’t want to hurt my girl.”

trent began to thrust into your mouth. the initial movements were slow and shallow but after the initial shock, you looked up at him longingly. lust clouded your thoughts as he pulled himself out of the warm, wet heat of your mouth.

“oh yeah? you like it when i do that baby?” he teased, putting just the head of his cock back in your mouth. your tongue lapped up the salty liquid at the tip, treating it as if it were a lollipop. “my dirty girl likes it when i fuck her face, does she?” he asked with the same teasing tone.

David Pastrnak’s car had a problem. And he had no fucking clue how to solve it. He thought that he was skilled with his hands. On the, 100%. When it came to cars, 0%. If negative percentages existed, that would be how good he was at fixing cars. YouTube couldn’t help him this time.

The team were over at his place for a barbecue as he had the best grill and hosting facilities. David knew that he should have called a mechanic but he also knew that Charlie’s cousin was a mechanic and that it might be easier to get them to fix it. 

The Czech player walked over to Charlie with a beer for each of them before sitting down in the chair next to him. David ran a hand through his hair and he didn’t know why he felt so awkward asking a friend for a favour, but he did. It wasn’t the thing he usually did.

“You know your mechanic cousin,” David started, getting over the awkwardness and just saying what he needed to.

“Yes, I do know Peanut,” Charlie replied, he had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Everyone knew that he had a cousin who was a mechanic but it was only Trent who had actually met her. He didn’t even know if the rest of the team knew that the mechanic was a woman. 

“Any chance he could come and take a look at my car? I’ll pay him for the trouble, I’m just driving around and something sounds wrong,” David explained, hands gesticulating.

“Yeah, I’ll drop Peanut a message and hopefully they’ll swing by today,” Charlie pulled his phone out and composed a text to his cousin. Charlie knew that Aurelia was at a race day but she was usually done by 3PM and, he checked his watch, it was half past two. She should be done soon.

His phone vibrated almost immediately after putting it down.

Peanut 🥜: will swing by, race has just finished. ya gal won again ✌️

Charlie: was never in doubt! see you in an hour or so

Peanut 🥜: 👍✌️

Trent wandered around Pasta’s garden after chatting to a few of the guys and their partners. He had a beer in his hand but something was off. He didn’t feel right but that could have been related to the punches he received in his abdomen the afternoon before. Saturday matinee games had gotten a lot more feisty than he remembered.

The can of beer in his hand was finished so he crushed it before walking inside to find the recycling bin. Trent knew where the glasses were so he quickly grabbed one and filled it up with some water. He wasn’t drunk by any means but he was dehydrated.

Three quick knocks on the front door took him out of the trance he was in. His hands didn’t move quickly enough as he spilt a large portion of his water onto his shirt. A few expletives left his mouth as he put the glass down and pulled his T-shirt off. 

Charlie had just got Aurelia’s text saying that she was here so he walked to the front door but was greeted by a half naked teammate. 

“Please put your shirt back on, Aurelia doesn’t need to see that,” Charlie groaned when he realised that it was Trent who was shirtless.

“Aurelia’s here?” asked Trent. As far as the St Louis native was aware, she wasn’t meant to be coming to this event. But it wouldn’t be unlike Charlie to change who he invited last minute. 

“Yes,” Charlie wandered through the kitchen to the hallway of Pasta’s house. “So please put a shirt on, she doesn’t need to see your chest.” Trent thought about his request but had to ring out his shirt in the sink before he put it back on because the sensory overload of a wet shirt was not fun.

Trent’s back was to the hallway so Aurelia wouldn’t be able to tell who it was. This was a good compromise between putting a shirt on whilst it was still wet and not wearing a shirt at all, he thought.

A wolf whistle from behind him was unexpected but Trent thought it was one of his teammates so turned around to explain why his shirt was off.

“Frederic!” Charlie shouted. “I told you to put your shirt back on.” In front of him was a fuming Charlie McAvoy and a staring Aurelia McAvoy.

“Not complaining at all Chucky,” Aurelia grinned as she looked Trent up and down. Charlie playfully hit the back of her head and then shouted for David.

Pasta walked into the kitchen with a beer in his hand, which he thought he was going to hand off to the mechanic who was going to fix his car. Instead he was greeted by a shirtless Trent, an angry Charlie and a girl. 

“David, Peanut,” Charlie pointed between the two of them. “Peanut is going to fix your car then go home.”

Aurelia raised an eyebrow towards her cousin. “And what if I don’t want to go home after?”

“You’re welcome to stay-“ David started but was cut off by Charlie.

“Peanut,” Charlie sighed, “you’re working tomorrow and you raced today. You should get some sleep.”

“Who are you, my dad?” She questioned back. “Let me take a look at the car and then I can figure out how long it’s going to take me to fix it. Then I can see if I’m going straight home.” She mumbled something that only Trent caught as she walked past him to the garage. “Stupid fucking cockblock,” was what he heard.