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Hard Work Does Pay Off

You know just the thing your boyfriend needs after the playoff run starts.

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I wrote this before we lost to the Wild in game one so plz let me live in my delusion! Also very inspired by @applebrini and their recent Thomas fic Donkey Work. Plz check it out bc it rewired my brain!!

Warnings: Smut!! Minors DNI! Talk of weight and some insecurity but super quick, handjob, oral (m receiving), titty obsession, soft sex, cowgirl, unprotected p in v, overstimulation.

You could not grin any harder if you tried. Your voice had started to become hoarse halfway through the first period and by the end of this game, you could barely speak. It was playoff season in Texas and everything felt so right. The guys had worked incredibly hard the entire regular season to secure home ice advantage and the fans really showed up, a sea of green in the sold out arena moving as one.

This was your favorite thing about hockey, the togetherness, everyone there to cheer on their favorite team with sky high hopes to see them win it all. When Thomas met you, you’d been a die-hard Dallas fan for your entire life, season tickets lining your pocket at the start of each year with nothing but excitement for the upcoming games. You had just finished getting your ticket and badge, walking out of the administrative office of American Airlines Arena when you rounded a corner and bumped into a solid chest. Your purse was sent flying out of your hands which caused all the junk you kept in there to fly all over the freshly waxed floors. I mean, who needs a receipt for a box of tissues they bought 4 months ago? What, like you’re gonna return tissues?

He was the newest rookie, the 18th pick overall from the draft and a hopeful to become the face of the Dallas D-line. After he helped pick up your items, profusely apologizing the entire time, you couldn’t help but think he had the prettiest smile you had ever seen. You were forward, telling him you would love to see him again, this time after you cleaned out your purse, and after grabbing an old receipt and pen you had, you wrote your out and gave it to him before you could lose your nerve. He called 2 hours later, embarrassed that he couldn’t even wait a full day before wanting to hear your voice again. Little did he know at the time, you were checking your phone every 2 minutes, hoping to see an unknown number pop up on your caller ID.

All of these years later, you knew he was currently living the life he had dreamed of when you two found each other.

While you wanted to be front and center for all of the action, you felt it best not to hover over your boyfriend’s shoulder during one of the highest pressure games of the year. While Thomas was so incredibly honored and excited to play at the 2026 Winter Olympics, there was no bigger dream held onto by hockey players than winning the Stanley Cup.

After a long, grueling season of blood, sweat, and tears, the best of the best all go head to head in a battle for it all. The guys had won the first game of the series and while you didn’t want to celebrate too soon, scared you may jinx something, you couldn’t help it. After the buzzer sounded through the arena, the game ending with 4-2 Dallas, you were jumping with excitement, all of the people around you already ahead of you.

Thomas looked up towards the box you were in, grinning from ear to ear before going back to celebrate with his teammates. You knew he was tired, could see it in the way his shoulders sagged and his back hunched, losing an inch in height, but he continued to push himself, not letting the weariness in his limbs ruin the celebration of the win.

Being a defensemen was hard, but being a defenseman on a team with so many injuries was even harder. Working without some of your top teammates and then needing to call up younger guys that still have to learn the ropes was exhausting, especially because your boyfriend was so friendly and would be more than happy to help out the new guys.

What Tommy wanted more than anything right now was to lay in your arms in his bed, the sheets smelling of clean laundry and your perfume, while you ran your fingernails up and down his back. Yes, that is exactly what he needed. You could feel the neediness from him as he continued looking towards your box, all of the guys making their way down the tunnel to shower and talk with the media. While you usually wait for him so you can leave together, you figured you would head home first and make some preparations for the night ahead. Shooting a quick text to Tommy and letting him know your plan, you grabbed your purse and waved to the other family members, girlfriends and wives as you made your departure.

Arriving home, you quickly freshened up, letting your hair fall in soft curls down your back, just the way you knew he liked it. Changing out from your jeans and jersey, you slipped your silk teddy on, the hem hitting just above your knees. You threw on a long robe and after getting a text saying he was 10 minutes away, you got the shower ready and told him to hop in when he got home. You placed a fluffy towel on the rack and set his pajama pants on the vanity. While you planned on ripping his clothes off him when he came to bed, he didn’t have to know that now. After everything felt right, you patiently waited for his return.

Thomas unlocked the door and let his shoulders drop. Tonight was hard and he knew it was going to get even harder. His time on ice was getting longer and longer, playing more now than he can remember in recent or distant memory. He was happy to be home and even happier to lay with his girl and finally get some well deserved sleep. Making his way up the stairs, he heard the shower running and smiled gently to himself. Thomas felt he had truly lucked out when he met you. You found so much happiness in taking care of him after games, never letting him lift a finger, no matter if it was a win or a loss. He called out a quick “Hey babe, I’m home!” Then, he decided to take your offering and hopped into the shower, ready to wash away the stench of sweat and the feel of grime.

A short 15 minutes later, Thomas softly padded into your shared room, towel rubbing through his hair to dry it a little while his sleep pants sat low on his hips. You smiled softly but internally you were drooling over the way the hair on his chest tapered down onto the plane of his stomach and into his pants. No matter how many times you saw him shirtless, you would never get enough of it.

“Hey baby, how’re feeling?” You asked as you sat up, leaning against the headboard. Thomas lifted his head up towards you and smiled as he threw the towel in the hamper, “I’m okay, sore for sure though.”

You patted the spot beside you and lifted the blanket while Tommy slid in and moved to lay his head on your shoulder.

“You played great honey, I’m so proud of you,” you spoke, your tone was hushed in an effort to set a relaxing mood. You slid your arm under his body and pulled him closer, letting your hand find his hair and running your nails along his scalp. Thomas let out a low groan, feeling the stress of the game begin to fade away while he snuggled deeper into your side. “Thank you baby, I’m so excited to be in the playoffs but fuck, I’m already exhausted.”

You huffed out a laugh and kissed the top of his head, continuing to scratch along his scalp. “Well, at least you’re not playing tomorrow. Maybe we can have a movie day?”

“You always know exactly what I need, baby,” he breathed as he lifted his head from your shoulder and looked up, a goofy smile dancing along his face. You returned the grin, already looking towards him as your hand moved to cup his jaw. Sweeping your thumb along the apple of his check, you moved in to meet where Thomas was leaning in. Your lips met, light as a feather for just a moment before you two fell into each other. The kiss was gentle, the two of you moving in tandem, your tongue swiping along his bottom lip and pushing into his mouth. Thomas opened his mouth, allowing you more access as your hand moved from his cheek and slid down his neck, landing on his chest. Pushing lightly, Thomas allowed himself to fall back into the pillows, the kiss never breaking as you moved your body over his.

Tommy’s hands found the tie of your robe and tugged gently, pulling the silk fabric apart and letting the robe gape open. His hands found your hips, the soft fabric of your teddy in such contrast to the callouses on his hands from years of hockey. The softness of your nightgown caught his attention and he pulled back, breaking the kiss and leaving you chasing his mouth. Thomas let out a chuckle as you whimpered at the loss of his mouth. Looking at your body, he let out a soft hum as he took in the gown hugging your hips, your breasts barely held back from spilling out of the top while the waist was cinched tight around your plush stomach. The gown had been pushed upwards when you climbed on top of him, your ass barely covered and your thick thighs fully on display. Thin lace ran along the neckline and the simple diamond pendant Thomas bought you for Christmas was lying in your cleavage, begging him to pull it out with his teeth. The teddy was a pale yellow, allowing the dusty pink of your hardened nipples to show through the fabric as your chest moved up and down quickly.

“Baby,” he breathed, eyes darkening as he took in your figure, “you are such a vision.”

Your cheeks heated, still not used to the way he spoke to you. No one treated you like he did, so gentle and soft, praising you like you were more precious than gold. Coming from previous relationships with men that used to hide you, never wanting to admit they were with a woman that was plus sized, Thomas was such a breath of fresh air. While other men wanted to hide you and keep their attraction to a fat woman a secret, your boyfriend was the total opposite. He loved showing you off, hyping up the outfits that you used to be too scared or insecure to wear, and always needing a hand on your body, whether than be around your waist or on your ass. There was no one he found more attractive than you, no matter your size, though he loved the extra weight you carried as it gave him extra to snuggle into after hard days or more to grab while he fucked you senseless. The confidence you grew because of his love, like the sun helping flowers bloom, always felt like it would be too good to be true, but all these years later, he still knew how to make you melt and blush like a teenager.

Coming out of your sappy thoughts, you ran your nails along his chest, his nipples hardening from the stimulation while you bit your bottom lip. “I could say the same thing about you. I’ll never get over lucky I am to have you.” You gave a lopsided smirk, “how about I show you a little gratitude?”

Thomas huffed out a laugh and threw his head back, “you are such a dork.” You thought you were being suave but alas, you’ll try again next time.

You laughed and moved your hips, letting your covered pussy rest on the bulge you could feel growing under you. Sighing, you bent forward to kiss his chest, your palms lying flat on his lower abdomen, close to where he needed you but still so far away. Sliding down his body, your kisses kept moving lower and lower until your lips met the band of his sleep pants. Resting your head on his bulge, you looked up his body and kissed his cock through the layers of fabric. Thomas looked down, his mouth open on a silent gasp as you made eye contact, continuing to leave soft pecks along his covered shaft. Your fingers gripped the waistband of his pants and boxers, tugging them both down slowly. His cock was begging to be free, only being stopped by your slow movements. Your lips kept following the skin being exposed, moving lower until you met the shaft of his cock.

You sat up, making Thomas whimper lowly, missing your warmth as you moved off of his body. Your hands went back under the elastic of his pants and you tugged, pulling them off and allowing his length to spring forward, slapping up to his stomach. You groaned at the sight and immediately moved back onto his body, sitting on his calves and bending forwards so your lips kissed his tip. His hand moved to your head, brushing your hair over to one shoulder to allow him a better view of you teasing him. You flattened your tongue and slapped his cock onto it while your hand moved to grip his shaft, your fingers barely meeting because of how thick he was. Hot, kind, sweet, and has a big dick? God has GOT to be real.

You looked up towards him, meeting his eyes as you spit onto his cock, the saliva falling onto his tip and sliding down to pool at the base. Thomas groaned, his head falling back into the pillow as you began to stroke him slowly, the spit allowing your hand to glide smoothly along him. His abs tightened as the pleasure began to run through his body.

Knowing that Tommy was obsessed with your tits, your hand kept slowly stroking him as you moved to lie beside him. You removed your robe and slid the straps of your teddy down to let your breasts fall out of the neckline. Your free hand moved to his head, tilting him in towards your body as you pushed your chest out so your right breast was touching his lips. Without ever opening his eyes, his mouth opened and he wrapped his lips around your nipple. You moaned, your head leaning back as he softly suckled, his tongue flat against your nipple.

The pleasure from his mouth on you caused your hand to speed up, his cock leaking precome and mixing with your saliva from earlier making a schlicking sound. The noises were downright erotic and ran through your body while you felt your slick pussy stick to your panties. Your moans began growing louder as Tommy’s teeth grazed against your nipple and nipped lightly, soothing the small sting with his tongue.

“Fuck, Tommy, that feels so good,” you breathed out, your hand stuttering along his length. He smiled around your nipple, opening his mouth wider to fit more of your breast into his mouth. His eyes opened as he looked up towards you, meeting your eyes that were already looking down, practically panting as you watched him have his fill, making out with your chest. Thomas detached his lips from your breast and immediately moved towards the other, not wanting to leave any part of you untouched.

Your hand unwrapped from his cock and you gripped the back of his head, tugging him back from your tits. His mouth popped off from your nipple, his breath falling heavily as he looked up. You giggled as his facial expression was one of total confusion and disappointment. He looked so gone, his hair was a mess, sticking up in ways that defied gravity while his eyes were tired, showing the wear of the day, a small whimper sounding from the back of his throat.

“You can suck my tits in 3 seconds after you’re inside me,” you said as you pushed his chest back down and flicked your wrist towards the headboard. Thomas knew exactly what you wanted and he scooted up into a seated position, his back flat against the headboard. Not wanting to waste any more time, you climbed onto his lap and without saying another word, you grabbed his length and notched the tip into your entrance. The hand that wasn’t holding his cock was moved to rest of his jaw as you brought him in for a searing kiss. Your mouth was opened on a gasp, letting his tongue sweep in to taste you as you slid down to fully take him inside. You whimpered, feeling him stretch you out and hit every single sweet spot you had. Bringing both hands up to rest on his shoulder, you never broke the kiss as you began to rock against him slowly, your swollen clit catching against his pubic bone and the neatly trimmed hair there. Your nails gripped his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped indents in the sore skin and muscle.

“Fuck baby,” he gasped as he pulled back from the kiss, his breathing erratic and heavy. “You feel like fucking heaven.”

You whimpered as you nodded and let your eyes close tightly in pleasure. Thomas’ hands came to sit on your hips and began to grip the fat there, using his hands to help you grind down onto him and speed up your rhythm. He knew better than to try and take control on nights after games. Taking care of him was one of the things you enjoyed most and you took great pride in making sure he never had to break a sweat with you. It was also hot to see him lay there and take it, so helpless to your touches.

You opened your eyes and looked down your nose at him as you gripped his wrists and pulled them from your skin. While he was 6’3 and 220lbs, he loved to entertain you by letting you play pretend and manhandle him. You pushed his wrists back against the headboard and stopped your movements, letting his cock sit still, throbbing inside of you. “ Tommy,” you whispered in his ear, nipping at the lobe, “you know better than that, baby. If you need something, use your words, okay?”

Your boyfriend let a loud moan fall from his lips as he nodded his head quickly because he was preoccupied with something else. Now that your hands were holding both wrists, your tits were right in front of his face, like an offering. He wasted no time and immediately sucked a nipple into his mouth, pressing his face further into your chest.

Thinking that he learned his lesson, you dropped his wrists and let your palms slide behind his neck, resting your fingers in his hair, scratching at his scalp again. “Good boy,” you purred as you began to start riding his cock again.

Thomas was ready to fucking explode. Your pussy was wrapped so tightly around him and your juices were leaking down onto his balls. The noises in this room were obscene, squelches, grunts, smacks and whimpers all coming together into an erotic symphony for your ears only. His cock was throbbing inside of you, so swollen you could feel every vein and ridge along your walls. You threw your head back as you kept slamming your hips down, your clit brushing against the his base causing you to cry out as your orgasm started to come into focus. He was everywhere all at once, his mouth on your chest, his hands on your hips, his nails digging into your skin while his cock was so deep inside of you that could feel it in your stomach. It was all too much and not enough.

“Fuckfuckfuck—Oh my god, you feel so fucking good,” you sobbed, biting your lip as your face was scrunching from the stimulation. You let your hand move from his hair to his throat, pushing him back from where he was suckling on your tits and you slammed your mouth on his. The kiss was all teeth and tongue as your cries of pleasure interrupted every 10 seconds when his cock hit that spot that makes you see stars.

Your hips were stuttering and your thighs were burning, the pleasure building in your core and making your vision darken at the edges.

“Tommy I’m gonna come,” you gasped against his lips, your eyes meeting while your noses rubbed against each other. “Oh fuck Tommy pleasepleaseplease—ah!” Your head was throw back again as you rode his cock like it was the last thing you would ever do. Your tits were bouncing right into his face as your movements reached their climax, your swollen pussy swallowing him deep and clenching around him, your puffy lips spread wide to accommodate his thickness and just adding to the overstimulation.

“Right there with you angel,” he grunted and no matter how many times you told him to let you take care of him, he couldn’t help it when he lifted his right hand and let his thumb find your glistening clit. You were so slick and his thumb met no resistance as he began massaging the bud with his thumb, pressing down firmly just the way you like it. A second later, you were coming, hard. Your movements came to a stop as your body seized, your cunt clenching around Thomas’ length so tightly that he thought the blood flow would be cut off. You felt liquid rush out of you, leaking out of your cunt and onto his pelvis, making his pubic hair glisten in the dim light.

After your inital freeze, your pussy started pulsing around him rhythmically while your body began to shake. You could not remember the last time you came so fucking hard that you squirted. Thomas threw his head back and gripped your hips hard, digging the tips of his fingers into your skin while he trusted up into you, throwing your “no working” rules out the fucking window as he came deep inside of you, thick ropes filling up your pussy while his thumb continued to circle your clit. Your chest heaved heavily as the aftershocks ran through your body and you collapsed onto his chest, the strength that was holding you up leaving your body all at once.

Thomas’ thrusts slowed down as he rode out his orgasm, shuttering every time your cunt weakly clenched around him. His arms moved from your hips and wrapped around your back, holding you close as both of your breathing slowed down, pants now turning into little hums of satisfaction while you both came back down to Earth. A couple of minutes went by before you felt the strength to lift your head from his chest and look at him. You kissed him once, slow and sweet before moving to kiss his forehead.

“I’m gonna clean you up and then you are going to bed, okay?” You giggled as you moved to climb off of him, his cock softening inside of you and allowing his come to leak to your inner thighs. Kneeling beside him and instead of going to grab a towel, you let your fingers collect the come dripping down your slit and then rubbed it onto your boyfriend’s still leaking cock. Groaning and overstimulated, his head popped up just in time to see you lean down and take him into your mouth.

“Fuck!” He cried out, his hand shooting out to your head and gripping your hair. You looked up at him from behind your lashes, swirling your tongue around his tip before taking more of him into your mouth. Pacing yourself, your nose finally met the soft hair at his base and you let your tongue lick around him, cleaning up and swallowing every drop of come that was left. Thomas couldn’t even believe what you were doing right now. He just stared at you, mouth wide open as you started pulling your head back up, your tongue moving the entire time to make sure you got every drop. As your lips met his tip, you pulled off of him with a soft pop and kissed the head.

“You are un-fucking-real,” he groaned as he scooted down into a laying position and let his body fall back into the bed.

You smiled as you finally hopped off the bed and went into the bathroom, wetting a wash rag. As you came back into the bedroom, you heard the soft snores of Thomas, fast asleep in the one minute you were gone. You stood at the side of the bed and wiped all of the spit off of him, his body twitching at the stimulation while you finished up. Once you were satisfied, you pulled the covers over his body and walked to flip the light switch off.

the afternoon sun spills through the living room window, golden and warm, dust particles drifting lazily like tiny stars. you're curled up on the softest corner of the couch, knees pulled up beneath a fluffy knit blanket. your eyes have barely left thomas all day—not that he notices. he's sprawled out across the floor, legs stretched long and crossed at the ankles, a mess of hockey cards and team photos spread out around him.

every few minutes he sits up straight, tugging thoughtfully at the sleeves of his oversized hoodie as he organizes his collection, making quiet little humming noises that melt you completely. you watch, utterly captivated, as he leans back against the coffee table, sunlight touching him just right—making the soft brown waves of his hair glow gently. it's too tempting; you want nothing more than to weave your fingers through it.

“baby,” you murmur softly, smiling as his head jerks up, eyes wide and blinking with surprise. his hazel eyes catch the light, all greens and golds and browns mixed together, shining like honey.

“mm?” his lips lift in that sweet, innocent smile you adore so much, dimpling slightly on one side, eyes crinkling. it's that smile—the one he saves just for you—that always has your heart tripping over itself.

“c’mere, you’ve been down there forever,” you say, voice gentle but needy. "miss you."

thomas laughs softly—soft and bashful and boyish—shaking his head fondly as he pushes himself to his feet. his socks glide over the polished wood as he shuffles toward you, cheeks pink with warmth and affection. he sinks down beside you, one arm immediately slipping behind your shoulders, tucking you neatly against him as if you're made to fit there. you nestle closer, cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the slow, comforting rhythm of his heartbeat.

“better?” he whispers, lips brushing lightly against your temple, fingers tracing gentle circles along your back.

“so much better.” you tilt your head up, capturing his chin between your fingers, pulling him down softly until your lips press tenderly to his. the kiss is easy and warm, slow like honey. when you break apart, his smile grows wider, shyer somehow.

"you're distracting me," he says, voice soft and teasing, thumb gently brushing your cheekbone.

“am i?” your smile grows mischievous, fingers wandering up to thread through his soft hair, tugging gently and reveling in the feel of the silky strands between your fingertips. god, he's pretty when he runs his hands through it—always absentmindedly, a soft sigh escaping his lips, eyes half-closed. like right now, as your fingers soothe through his hair, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks, a faint blush coloring his skin.

"mmm, yeah. now i'll never finish organizing," he murmurs, halfheartedly pretending to complain, though the way he presses closer says otherwise. “it’s all your fault, eh.”

"good." you press another kiss to his jawline, giggling softly at the way he ducks his head bashfully, a warm breath escaping him, tickling your skin. "you've got plenty of time. i think this is much more important."

he chuckles again, gentle and deep, the sound vibrating pleasantly through your chest. “you’re right. you always are.”

you watch him quietly as he tilts his head back slightly, eyes softening under the golden afternoon glow, the flecks of amber in his irises sparkling faintly. your heart swells achingly in your chest—sometimes you can't believe how lucky you are. thomas is the softest, sweetest soul you've ever known, endlessly patient and unfailingly kind, even in moments like these, quiet afternoons tangled together without a care in the world.

“you know,” he whispers, almost shyly, lips brushing feather-soft against your forehead, “i really, really love you.”

your heart melts into a puddle in your chest, warmth spilling all over, making you feel liquid-soft. “i love you too, pretty boy.”