#tml smut

  You watched Freddie as another puck snuck past him and your head fell to your hands knowing that he wasn’t going to be happy.

  “They’re pulling him!” your friend yelled beside you as you kept your head low

  “What? Shit!” you replied, looking up just in time to see him get to the bench and smash his helmet onto the ground, “I have to go down there”

  “You’re not going to get to see him” she stated and you narrowed your eyes at her before you answered

  “I know, but I have to be there for him.” She reluctantly agreed and you made your way down the stairs and out to the locker room. You stood outside the tall door, pacing back and forth, biting your nails while you waited for the guys to pile through the hallways. Every time you heard a small noise down the hallway, your head jerked in that direction but it was never them; they were loud and angry when they finally came down and you straightened your posture so fast as if you’d get in trouble. When you found Freddie’s frame in the crowd and you bit your lip waiting for him to look at you; he walked past you so furiously that the wind he created blew your hair past your shoulders.

  “He still in there?” Kristen said, finally coming back to meet you at the locker room door

  “Hey,” you sighed, eyes still focused on the door, “yeah and I can’t hear anything. It sounds completely silent. It’s freaking me out...”

  “It’ll be fine. Want me to stay?” she asked, knowing the answer

  “No. It’s probably better if it’s just me..” Kristen gave you a quick hug before heading back down the hall. You waited for a few more minutes before the guys started exiting the room and you searched for Freddie but caught Auston first

  “No No,” he tried, “he wants to be alone. Get in a cab or something, let him come to you, okay?”

  “Oh come on, Auston,” you whined, “I have to check on him”

  “He’s not a child, (Y/N)..”

  “Thank you, I know that,” you rolled your eyes, “but he is my boyfriend and I want to be there for him”

  “Be there for him at home.” You continued arguing with him for a while until the door cracked open enough for you to see Freddie on the bench and you managed to sneak in; he turned to see you and dropped his head to the ground with a sigh

  “Not now, (Y/N)” he said sadly

  “Fred...”

  “I don’t want to do this okay? We can talk later if we have to..”

  “Come on, babe,” you said, moving closer to him, your voice almost a whisper, “it’s just a game...” The second the words left your tongue, you knew it wouldn’t be received well

  “Just a game?!” he yelled, turning around to face you, his already tall body, towering over yours more and more with every step he took, “it’s also my job! And if I get pulled, or have bad games like tonight, then what the fuck happens to me?” You stepped back to try to escape the fumes coming off him but he stepped closer to you

  “That’s not wh--”

  “YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS AFFECTS ME AND YOU HAVE NO GOD DAMN RIGHT TO TELL ME IT’S JUST A GAME!”

  “Freddie, please..” you tried, eyes beginning to tear up

  “WHAT DID YOU EXPECT, HUH? COMING IN HERE AFTER THAT GAME? HUH?” His raised voice filled the empty locker room and you found yourself unable to look up at him for more than a minute, your eyes squeezing shut, “WHAT? DID YOU THINK I WAS GOING TO FALL INTO YOUR ARMS AND CRY TO YOU?”

  “I JUST WANTED TO BE HERE FOR YOU!” You finally yelled back and he let go of your arm that he hadn’t realized he’d grabbed onto

  “I don’t want you here,” he said, stepping back, “go home.”

  “Oh no..” you scoffed as he sat down on the bench, “I’m not leaving. Not now. Not after that. What the fuck was that?!”

  “JUST GO!”

  “NO!”

  “(Y/N) I SWEAR IF YOU DON’T LEAVE RIGHT NOW...” he stood up from where he sat and marched over to you; body so close to yours that the rise and fall of his chest almost blocked your view of his face

  “WHAT? YOU GONNA HIT ME ANDERSEN?” you challenged, looking down at his fists just in time to see him tighten them, before you looked up at him again to challenge him, “TRY IT...”

  “(Y/N)...” Your eyes started to search his face, eventually landing on his eyes and darting between them, almost frantically. Your breathing was heavy as you waited for him to speak, catching sight of the vein popping out of his neck as you dropped your gaze for a moment to give your neck a bit of a rest, “you really should go home..” Freddie finally said, firmly but also much more relaxed than before. You still didn’t want to leave because you weren’t sure what he’d do, left to his own devices

  “I told you,” you sighed, “I’m not going anywhere.” You hadn’t realized that he had walked you back to the wall until he slammed his open hand onto the wall beside your head and you flinched at how close he got to hitting you.

  “GOD DAMN IT!” he yelled, “WHY CAN’T YOU JUST EVER LISTEN T--” your hands snaked to his neck as he screamed at you, pulling him closer to you for a deep kiss, if nothing else than to shut him up; you really were tired of the yelling. He seemed to sink into the kiss, so did you, but he still hadn’t let out his frustration which was evident by the way he picked you up and threw you against the wall, making you break the kiss long enough to let out a moan, “I get it now,” he said, “you just wanted pain.” You shook your head with a smile

  “I think you forget, Fred,” you said before kissing him slowly, peeling your lips away from his to continue your thought, “I know you. I know you needed to let off some steam...” He started to lift your shirt up when you began nibbling on his ear

  “And what?” he questioned, ripping the shirt from your body, “you’re more than happy to help?”

  “Always” you whispered, gasping at the feeling of him tossing your back against the wall. Your hands made quick work of his shirt before slowly making their way down his body, searching for the waistband of his pants but he had other thoughts in mind. He let you down from where he’d had you pinned and gritted his teeth while he looked at you, his jaw clenching with every thought that passed through his mind, “Freddie...” you whined, raspy and weak, as your fingers grazed his exposed chest, his large hand grabbing your wrist to stop you and your head slowly lifted up so you could look him in the eyes. You saw his eyes go dark before he forced you to turn around, pushing your bare chest against the cold brick wall next to the wooden stall.

  “Stay still...“ he whispered in your ear as he trailed his hands down your sides, tearing off your leggings when he reached the waistband; spreading your legs apart on his way back up your body. His hands gripped your hips tightly as you felt him push himself against your body, you turned your head to look back at him to see what he was doing -- thinking -- but he turned your head to the wall and you laughed softly. His hands continued to roam your body, squeezing your waist and neck, before eventually deciding he was ready for you; letting his pants fall to the ground, he took his member out and, without warning, thrust into you, forcing a moan from you and Freddie’s hand to cover your mouth. He bucked his hips to thrust himself deep into your core and you pushed back into him to increase the friction; he took his hand away from your mouth to push you closer to the wall, “I said stay still!” Now that his hand was away from your mouth, you could let out loud moans to fill the space and encourage Freddie’s movements

  “Fuuuu-” you started but stopped when you heard him growl, letting out a small whine. You needed him to let you make noise but he was so focused on fucking you, and letting his frustration out, that he wouldn’t allow it.

  “Fuck” he moaned while his thrusts slowed down and his grip on your hips lessened. His final pumps into you allowed his head to fall to your shoulder before he took himself out and fell against the wall beside you; you bit your lip as he stared at you, letting out a small laugh when you noticed a light blush on his cheeks. You moved around him, finding your clothes that were spread across the locker room floor and picking them up in an attempt to get dressed but, much to your surprise, Freddie wasn’t done with you yet.

  “What are you doing?” you asked as he hovered over you and coaxed you into lying on the ground. Being the dutiful girlfriend you were, and knowing that Fred needed to let out some aggression, you dealt with the itchy carpet that met your back and called for Fred to come closer to you by outstretching your arms to him; throwing your clothes to the side once more. He entered you this time with as little warning as before, only this time his fingers were assisting his movements as they circled your clit and your breaths became heaves and his turned into groans before both of you began moaning. You could feel the ecstasy building inside of you with every pass of his calloused finger on your clit and every buck of his hips, each one forming a scream inside you as you waited for his speed to increase. Breathing his name occasionally with breathless ‘oh my gods’ thrown in seemed to do the trick and his thrusts got faster. Once he decided he needed better leverage, pushing himself back onto this knees and continuing to fuck you, you were finally ready to let go

  “FUCK BABY,” you yelled, “OH MY GOD, FU--” your screams were soon silenced by Freddie’s hand squeezing your throat, not stopping his movements

  “Shhh” he breathed and you looked up at him, noticing him get off on the panicked look you must have had on your face as he choked you. You gave into it though, it was the only way it wouldn’t end badly and his hold lessened with every small orgasm you had. Soon enough, your climax washed over you so ferociously that your body shook and Freddie’s body flopped onto yours, finishing with one last pump. He got up after a few seconds and seem to grab his clothes but, when you went to do the same, he stopped you and you scoffed before he threw his sweater at you, “what’s the matter? You don’t wanna cuddle?” He said as he lay back down beside you, stretching his arm to the side so you could tuck yourself into him; you smiled and did just that

  “Can I talk now?” you joked and heard him chuckle

  “Yes, you can talk”

  “You know I’m always here for you right? Whether it’s for this or for anything but this. If you wanna talk, if you wanna scream at the top of your lungs on a mountain peak!” you joked, “whatever it is, I’m here for you. Because I love you.”

  “I know,” he said plainly, his fingers drawing on your skin, “I just didn’t want to do anything else tonight. I hated not being out there and I j--” You turned slightly and put your finger on his lips to stop him

  “I know, we don’t have to talk about it but,” you said, “can we go home and cuddle? This carpet is really starting to hurt...” He smiled and agreed, helping you up and slowly dressing you as you did the same for him, making sure you both had everything before you left the room; Freddie leaned in and whispered something in your ear from behind you and you knew it was just so he could get the last word

  “We should’ve just gone to a bar” you whined to your friends around the large round table at the fancy New Year’s Eve party Morgan had roped you all into.

  “Oh come on (Y/N),” Morgan tried, “let’s just try to have a good time, k?”

  “I feel so out of place here, dude” your date for the night, Kevin, said as he held open his suit jacket, revealing the unraveling seams inside.

  “I’m shocked they let us in” Bethany joked

  “I’m not,” Shauna said, moving closer to Morgan, “we did come with Morgan.” You let out a scoff that you hoped no one noticed but sure enough, Mo caught your gaze

  “I’m sorry, Mo, you’re right,” you smiled at him before sighing, “thank you for bringing us. I’m just not used to the whole ‘fancy party’ thing for New Year’s.” He smiled back at you and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from showing your true feelings for Mo.

  “We’ll have a good time, I promise. We just have to loosen up the guests” Mo said, his eyebrow peaking up at the last words

  “Ahh, what he means is,” Shauna interjected, “we have to be the first ones taking shots...” You laughed as more nodded his head before he and Bethany headed over to the bar; only Bethany noticed you notice Mo as he walked away

  “What is going on?” she mouth from across the table and you just shook your head before Kevin could notice

  “I’m gonna go see if they need any help,” Kevin said, kissing your forehead as he stood up, “I’ll be back.”

  “Thank god! Now we can talk about this” Bethany said

  “There’s nothing to talk about” you tried

  “Uhm yes there is,” she nudged you, “you don’t check out someone’s ass when there’s nothing to talk about”

  “Beth!” you gasped

  “(Y/N).. come on, I’m not stupid. I know you brought Kevin here so you wouldn’t be alone at Midnight. What I didn’t realize is that you’re trying to make Mo jealous”

  “I’m not trying to make him jealous. He’s my friend. I don’t think of him like that. I just brought Kevin tonight because I thought we’d have a good time.” She raised her eyebrows once and dropped it. The thing was, as much as you hated to admit it, she was right. You met Morgan a little over three years ago through his brother and the two of you became fast friends but about a year ago, he practically saved your life when your ex tried to put you in the hospital. After that, he stayed very close to you -- checking on you throughout the day, scheduling lunches with him and the boys after practices, setting aside tickets for games for you and Beth and just generally being your “knight in shining armour;” ultimately making you fall in love with him. But you could never tell him because you were scared of what would happen if you did.

xx

Morgan’s P.O.V.

  You had managed to get most of the guests to take a few shots which meant the dance floor was filling up quite quickly and you sat back to watch the madness unfold. You heard (Y/N)’s laugh float across the table and you noticed Kevin pointing out something to her and you couldn’t help feeling... envious of him. When he left the table, you took the opportunity to steal his seat

  “Is this more of what you were hoping for?” you joked, leaning into (Y/N)’s ear and noticing her smile grow at your question

  “Uhm yes,” she exclaimed, “all I ever want for New Year’s Eve is to watch people embarrass themselves on the dance floor. So this is perfect!”

  “I knew it!” you laughed as did she and she turned her body to face you slightly

  “So.. what are Morgan Rielly’s New Year resolutions?” she asked and all you wanted to say was ‘to kiss you’ but instead you just said

  “Get better at my game.. you know, to win that cup..” she chuckled and shook her head, looking like she wanted to say something but Kevin came in and asked her to dance as Hold Me While You Wait played

  “Sure!” she said and hopped up as he led her to the middle of the dance floor, placing his hands gently on her hips; your head dropping when you saw her smile at him

  “You gonna tell her?” Shauna asked, much to your surprise

  “Tell who what?” you played dumb

  “Tell (Y/N) you love her...” she said matter-of-factly and you raised your eyebrows, preparing to defend yourself, “relax. I won’t tell her if you’re not going to but I can totally see it. Which means I’m probably not the only one.”

  “I thought you were.. flirting with me..” you said awkwardly and she just smiled

  “Oh I was, definitely.” she stated, “If you asked me right now, I’d meet you in the bathroom or kiss you at midnight even though I knew I’m not the one you want.”

  “I don’t get it”

  “Good guys deserve good girls. And you, Morgan Rielly, are one of the best. If we did anything, it wouldn’t go anywhere and you’re too good of a guy for me to play any kind of game with you.”

  “Thanks,” you sighed, “but all that tells me is that I’m a good friend”

  “Au contraire,” she smiled and placed her hand on your shoulder, “it means your boyfriend material.”

  “If good guys deserve good girls, why do good girls always go for bad guys?”

  “(Y/N)’s ex was a bastard, we all know this, but she doesn’t always end up with those types. This was one guy she met and couldn’t see how awful he was because of the flashy apartment and nice things he bought her.”

  “But it’s not just her. Nice girls are always falling for guys who treat them like crap. So, it’s no wonder they say nice guys finish last”

  “Nu-uh” she shook her finger at you, “don’t be that guy. The ‘I’m tired of being in the friend zone’ wah wah poor me.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that. I just... it was a genuine question. Why do good girls choose bad guys?”

  “Because we’re fixers. We think we can fix the damaged people but deep down we know we can’t.” She admitted and you gave a small scoff, looking over to where (Y/N) and Kevin were just finishing their dance, “plus, we like a little bit of danger.”

  “Who likes danger?” (Y/N) said as she sat back down, this time beside Shauna and across from you

  “Me and Beth” she said quickly with a wink to you. Shauna seemed to drop it after (Y/N) didn’t ask questions but you couldn’t stop watching her when she wasn’t looking.

  “(Y/N), Wanna dance?” you asked confidently, noticing Shauna and Bethany’s faces fill with shock

  “Let’s do it!” she laughed; jokingly bobbing her head to the music as the two of you got to the centre of the dance floor. You watched the eyes at the table follow the two of you and you tried to escape the audience

  “Come with me” you whispered

  “Wha-- where are we going?” she said before you grabbed her hand and led her out of the ballroom

  “I wanna show you something” you replied

  “Mo, it’s almost midnight”

  “I know. There’s gonna be fireworks and I know the best spot”

  “I love fireworks. Show me! show me!” she joked and you led her over to a bay window

  “This is pretty,” she cooed, jumping up onto the step to look out the window, “ooh, you know what this reminds me of. Sound of Music. You know that scene with Liesl and Rolfe are singing...”

  “Mhmm, I thought you’d say that.” You smiled because you knew she was about to dance, so you crept up behind her so she didn’t fall if she twirled

  “I am sixteen going on seventeen. I know that I’m naive. Fellows I meet, may tell me I’m sweet and willingly I believe...” she twirled just as you’d expected but came face-to-face with you and she was silent for what felt like minutes but could only have been seconds, “I am sixteen going on...” she trailed off and cleared her throat. You took a step up onto the ledge where she was, careful not to leave too much of a gap between you and her.

xx

  You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and you were sure your face was beet red but you didn’t want to look away; he was so close and his eyes were so blue and he smelled like pepper and pine trees and it reminded you of your Grandpa who always put too much pepper on all of his food. You finally had to shake yourself out of the trance you were in and turned to look out the window

  “So, where can we see the fireworks?” you stammered, feeling his front press against your back and you were surprised at how forward he was being.

  “Just passed that clearing over there,” he said, pointing to an open space a few feet from the window, his hands were beginning to roam your body now and his lips were brushing across the top of your ear as he continued whispering, “they should be setting them up soon...” You were swept up in the way his hands trailed to the hem of your dress and how his thumbs felt so rough against your skin and how steady his breathing was that you didn’t notice you had let yourself fall back into him. When his lips finally met your neck, you let out a small moan and his hand continue to lift up your dress until his hand moved inside your underwear and his fingers found their way inside of you; your eyes popped open at the sensation

  “Morgan...” you moaned as your hand roamed down his arm, heavy breaths filling the empty hallways with each pulse of his fingers. His ministrations continued as did your pleasure and you were worried that someone might hear you so you snaked your hand up to the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss; jolting his fingers to move quicker inside of you, forcing your mouth to fall open a small scream to escape before Morgan silenced the noise by continuing the kiss, tongues dancing with each other and breathing turning into panting; your eyes finally opened and for the first time you realized how exposed you were

  “Wait wait,” you breathed, “Morgan, we shouldn’t be doing this...”

  “Huh?” he said, fingers still curled inside you, “because of Kevin?”

  “What?” you creased your forehead and looked at him, his fingers stopping until you spoke, “no, I meant we shouldn’t be doing this here. It’s too public.” And just like that, with a smile flashed across his face and your hand still hooked on the back of his neck, he slowly took his fingers out of you and you whined at the loss but he turned you around and walked you to the wall, licking his fingers with you still on them and all you could do was bite your bottom lip.

  “That’s the fun part,” he said, moving his hands across your back and down to cup your ass, “knowing that anyone could catch us?”

  “Mo..” you giggled breathlessly and his lips found their way back onto your collarbone and his hands slipped back to the hem of your dress, “what if there’s kids outside? watching the fireworks? we can’t let them see us...” He stopped long enough to take a look out the window and where the fireworks would be and then back at you

  “I don’t care.” your eyes grew wide at his response, “I want you. Here. Now. You look too damn hot right now for me to wait until we can find a proper spot...” Before you knew it, he’d lifted you up and your legs were wrapped around his waist and you were craving every inch of him; your hands made quick work of his belt and pushed his pants down just far enough for his hardened member to surprise you with its size. You pulled him in for a kiss as he guided himself into you

  “Fu--” you gasped, “oh my god”

  “I’m not hurting you am I?” he asked and you just smiled

  “No,” you said, pecking his lips, “you’re not hurting me.” His pace was steady and controlled and every thrust had your eyes rolling to the back of your head; the pleasure so intense that you didn’t even noticed that your back was scratching against the brick archway, likely leaving marks. You trailed kisses down his neck as he continued to pump into you, groans leaving his lips and nails digging into your hips where he held you.

  “Fuck..” he breathed and you could tell that he was close, and you were too, he just needed a little push. So, you trailed your fingers up his neck to his ear before sucking on the lobe and whispering to him

  “Fuck me, Morgan.” He obliged and began thrusting harder into you much more aggressively than you thought but you weren’t about to tell him to stop; it felt too good. Soon after, though, he climaxed and coaxed you to yours, leaving the two of you breathless. He let you down from where you were pinned against the wall and he noticed the marks on your back, offering his coat to you and you smiled up at him, “so sweet,” you said as he kissed your forehead.

  “Oh look, it must be midnight...” he pointed outside, “they’re lighting the fireworks.” You watched him watch the fireworks go up and the lights shine across his face before you turned around and pushed yourself up to meet his lips, bringing him in for a deep kiss

  “Happy New Year, Mr. Rielly” you smiled when you pulled away from the kiss

  Summary: Freddie “offers” you to Auston and you agree; ultimately questioning the decision

  Warning: smut, angst, some swearing, trigger warning for choking and potential non-con content

  Author’s Note: I have no idea where this came from but I hope you like it nonetheless. It’s a little bit dirty but ends with some typical angst.

  masterlist

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  Two years of flirting with Frederik Andersen got you here and you had no idea what to make of it. Your eyes wandered over to Auston as Freddie sat on the couch finishing his beer, watching the Football game on the screen and telling you that Auston was waiting for you.

  “Freddie..?” you whispered, a whine creeping across the word

  “It’s okay, (Y/N), he won’t hurt you” was all he replied. That’s not what you were worried about. You weren’t concerned whether or not Auston would be gentle with you but you didn’t want him; you wanted Freddie. You waited for a few extra minutes to see if Freddie would realize how uncomfortable you were with this but he seemed to only encourage it by nodding to Auston to take you away. You scrunched your eyebrows together in unmatched anger and confusion, yanking your arm away from Auston before pulling Freddie into the other room, forcing him to talk to you.

  “What the hell is this?” you silently yelled, “why are you trying to make me have sex with Auston?”

  “I told you, he won’t hurt you” he repeated

  “That’s not what I asked Freddie!”

  “Auston and I have an... arrangement” Freddie admitted and you stepped back, confused

  “Arrangement? What kind of arrangement?”

  “We get to.. experience each other’s girls...” he faltered, looking away as his cheeks flushed red

  “What does that mean? You two just decided one day that you’d sleep with whoever the other was with? I don’t get how that works..?”

  “It’s usually a girlfriend. If one of us is attracted to her enough, we make an arrangement between us and her that ‘it’s his turn’ and then she’ll go back to whoever she’s dating. Me or Auston...”

  “Okay...” you were trying to understand, truly, but it wasn’t making any sense to you, “but I’m not your girlfriend...?”

  “That’s why it’s okay!” he exclaimed, “you don’t have to worry about anything, right? You can just have fun without worrying about what it means.” Aside from being confused, you were unequivocally heartbroken because, to you, this meant that there was no hope for you and Freddie.

  “You think I should do this then?”

  “I do...” he looked down at his feet briefly before meeting your eyes once more; you nodded once, almost contemptuously, in agreement and headed over to follow Auston into an empty bedroom.

--

  As soon as you got into the bedroom, you felt Auston wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your neck. He was gentle, like you predicted, but you still couldn’t help feel as though it were wrong. It took him a full 20 minutes to say anything to you but you attributed that to the fact that his lips were never free, being connected to your neck or your shoulders or your ear or trailing down your back as he moved his hands to unbutton your jeans from behind you. When he finally spoke, it was rough and quiet

  “I like you, (Y/N),” he said, “you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined what you’d feel like. Every day for two years, sitting next to you at bonfires, watching trash TV with you and Fred, listening to why Christmas is better than Halloween and watching you smile drove me crazy -- knowing I couldn’t just take you into my room and have my way with you..” He slowly turned you around to face him and pressed his lips to yours before you could respond, though it occurred to you that he probably didn’t want a response in words. You followed him to the bed, your tongue dancing with his as you did so until he hit the edge of the mattress. Your hands roamed to the hem of his t-shirt and you pushed it up over his head, feeling his muscles flex under your hands as it rose; his hands coming back to cup your face when the fabric was tossed to the ground. Auston reciprocated the act, placing his palms on the soft skin of your hips as he lifted your shirt past your breasts and above your head, his hands immediately finding the clasp of your bra and undoing it once your shirt had passed your head. It was at this point that he began to quicken his movements; his kisses were harsher, his touch surely bruising you and his breath was heavy against your skin. Even though it’s not who you wanted, you didn’t want it to feel like it would with any other girl -- quick, painful and less than satisfactory on your end -- so you tried to tangle your fingers gently in his hair and kiss his lips softly in an effort to make yourself feel more human in this situation but Auston wasn’t going for it. He grabbed your wrists when they got to his neck and forced them to your side, his eyes dark as he stared into yours and his hands found their way to your neck before he decided he wanted you to turn around. You really had no choice, so you turned around and waited for what he’d do next when you heard him take off his belt; suddenly, the leather strip was wrapping your wrists together and Auston was whispering in your ear to tell you to get onto the bed.

  “Slowly” he added as you stumbled onto the mattress. Your hands being tied behind your back made your ass peak into the air and you knew this is what he wanted as his hands began to roam your ass before circling to the front of you and quickly inserting a finger into your core; forcing a groan from your throat. How fast Auston had changed his approach from what you were expecting and you felt like you were just a piece of flesh for him to use at his whim. What hurt you most was that Freddie was just outside and he knew what was going on, that this had happened time and time before, but he wasn’t going to stop it. It wasn’t long until Auston had rammed himself into you, making you cry out in pleasurable pain and he continued to rock himself in and out of you. His moans were louder than you expected and his hands roamed up the front of your body before stationing themselves on each of your breasts, allowing him to become deeper in you and increase his thrusts.

  “Fuck” you moaned unintentionally. You were conflicted because Auston’s dick felt good inside of you and you hadn’t realized how horny you were before he laid his hands on you but, at the same time, this isn’t how you wanted to be treated. With his right hand moving from your breast to your neck, he put some pressure on your throat before he pumped into you to jolt you up so your back was against his chest and he could choke you completely. His hand easily covered your throat and it wasn’t long before you were gasping for air with Auston continuing to fuck you from behind, moans falling from his mouth constantly. When you began squirming against his arm, he finally released his grip from around your throat and you took a sharp inhale of the air in the room, falling back onto the bed while Auston finished inside you; pulling out quickly and harshly undoing his belt from your wrists. You curled up on the bed after he left the room, trying to gather up the strength to get dressed when you caught sight of your wrists and the beginning stages of bruising. As you stood up, you picked up your clothes that were scattered around the floor, putting them back on slowly before looking yourself over in the mirror, noticing a small mark on your neck and, as you looked closer, you realized they were nail prints from how hard Auston had squeezed.

  What do I do now? you thought to yourself.

--

  It had been a few weeks since you and Auston were together and you were trying to make things as normal as possible. Sitting in between him and Freddie like you used to, laughing at their jokes, not flinching at Auston’s touch, all while trying to get Freddie to understand how you felt about him. But things were.. different now. You still wanted to be with Freddie but you couldn’t understand how this arrangement had been so accepted between the two of them and you wondered if any of the others knew about it. The group was enjoying the last week of summer by having a bonfire at the beach by your family’s lake house but it didn’t last as long as the bonfires usually did with most of the group heading out around 10 p.m. Leaving you, Willy and Freddie to clean up.

  “Nice huh?” Willy chided, “make us do all the work”

  “You can go, Will,” you laughed, before noticing Freddie enter through the patio door, “you too, Fred, I can clean up everything. It was just nice to have one last night with everyone.” Willy agreed easily and bounced toward the driveway before stopping in his tracks and coming back to give you a hug goodbye

  “Bye, (Y/N)” he said softly and you smiled, returning his sentiment before turning to Freddie, expecting him to start packing up as well.

  "Summers here are always one of my favourite times” the two of you smiled at each other but yours soon faded when you couldn’t stop thinking about the arrangement.

  “How many have there been?” you asked, seemingly out of nowhere, not meeting Freddie’s stare

  “What?” he tried but when you finally looked back at him he realized you weren’t buying it, “I know it seems strange but there hasn’t really been many. Only one other than you...”

  “You or him?” you pushed

  “Him”

  “Why do you agree to it?”

  “It’s Auston. I’m not an idiot. Those girls didn’t want me, they wanted him and I was just their way of getting to him”

  “Freddie...” you started, “I’ve known you for two years and you have never once felt this way. So insecure...”

  “I have, I’ve just never said anything”

  “Why would you think that all these girls just wanted Auston?”

  “Because he’s a big shot”

  “Freddie...”

  “It’s true, isn’t it?” he was getting agitated, moving away from you as he spoke

  “He’s no more a big shot than anyone else. You’re pretty great, you know, maybe you’re just picking the wrong girls...” You replied shyly

  “I never wanted those girls, not really” he confessed. You stared at him for a second, trying to understand what he was saying but before you could speak, he closed the gap between the two of you and you gasped audibly. His eyes never left yours, even when you tried to break away from him by moving into the kitchen; he circled around the kitchen island and again closed the gap between the two of you, not wanting to let you go. Freddie’s hands drifted to your hips and you felt goosebumps cover your skin, making you pull yourself away and walk toward your bedroom; Freddie followed without saying a word. Just as he closed the door, you swept your shirt over your head and stood in front of your bed as Freddie stood by the door, staring before he gulped as he swallowed. It wasn’t long before his strides got him to you and the two of you enveloped each other, capturing one another in a deep kiss that encouraged you to jump onto him and his hands held you up by your ass, carrying you onto the bed. He pushed your back against the pillows at the headboard and began trailing kisses down your neck toward your core. You moaned at his touch and how deftly his hands moved across your skin, removing your shorts without you even noticing while your hands drifted to undo his jeans and push them off quickly with your feet, gripping his t-shirt quickly after to guide it over his head. You brought his lips back to yours as his hands continued to roam your bare skin, reveling in all the sensations he was giving you. This was what you wanted, not that night with Auston, and you were determined to make it the best night.

  “Touch me, Freddie” you breathed, arching your back slightly toward him trying to create friction and Freddie snuck his hand into your panties to glide a finger through your folds and gently into you. Your head fell back against the headboard as you let out a long moan and gripped Freddie’s shoulders tightly with each curve of his digit. His face was hovering just above your hips as you continued to moan his name when you felt him press light kisses to your hipbones and then drag his tongue up to your chest. You looked down just in time to see him bite the band of your bralette and smirk up at you as he snapped it back against you, his finger still curving inside of you. You whimpered and he let out a light laugh that allowed his hot breath to brush against your skin.

  “Does that feel good? Hmm?” he teased, removing his finger from you to drag it up your body, “like a little bit of pain?” All you could manage was a slight nod of your head before you bit your lip, forcing Freddie to crash his lips into yours; bodies writhing against each other with each kiss.

  “Freddie” you moaned when you felt his hardening member against your abdomen, the heat in your body looking for somewhere to escape onto. His kisses were beginning to get sloppy but all you wanted was to feel him stretch you out so, you moved your hand down his body to line him up with your entrance and bucked your hips up so you could finally have him.

  “Fuck” he yelled out upon feeling your tightness. He thrusted into you slowly, deeply, to make sure you were adjusting to his size and you continued moaning as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. When it seemed like he couldn’t handle the slow tempo any longer, his hips started bucking into yours to increase the pace and the friction, forcing your nails to scratch down his back and you to let out a loud scream that echoed through the room.

  “Oh my god!” Your scream urged Freddie to go even faster, dropping his head to your chest as he pumped into you. You felt his hands roam down to the back of your thighs but you were too focused on his fucking you to pay attention to what he was doing until he wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled you onto his lap, elliciting a raspy whine from you before your body shuddered. You could feel your orgasm begin to wash over you and you tightened around Freddie’s member

  “Fuck me Freddie” you breathed, “harder, fuck, harder Freddie.” You continued, enouraging Freddie’s movements until you finally came around him, moaning his name as you did so. He laid you back down, still keeping himself inside you, and continued to pump slowly inside you until he came; gently taking himself out of you and laying on top of you. As your chest rose and fell with Freddie’s ear against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, you began playing with his ginger hair; in a complete state of bliss.

  “We should do this more often” he joked, letting out a laboured, breathless laugh

  “Name the time and place and I’ll be there” you laughed, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head as you felt his arms tighten around your body, cuddling in as close as he could. It was exactly the moment you had wanted for two years but the fact that it happened the way it did still left you confused; and then he mumbled something that you couldn’t quite make out.

  “What?” you asked simply as Freddie rolled to lay on the bed, tucking you close to his body to spoon you.

  “I think I’m in love with you..” he whispered into your ear and your heart began beating out of your chest.

  “Don’t say that...” you panicked, pushing his arm off you so you could stand up

  “Why not?” he asked, his brow furrowed, as you scrambled to find your clothes

  “Because..” you stuttered, “I don’t wanna hear it”

  “I don’t understand. Why not? You don’t think you love me?”

  “Freddie,” you half-heartedly yelled, “we’re friends. For the past two years, that’s all we’ve ever been, it didn’t matter that I saw you as more. But now you tell me you think you’re in love with me?!” He got up from where he was laying, standing in front of you stark naked and began yelling back at you

  “You had every opportunity to tell me you wanted us to be more than friends but you never did”

  “YOU DIDN’T EITHER!”

  “BECAUSE I HAD NO IDEA HOW YOU FELT!”

  “Still! You can’t blame this all on me!”

  “I’m being honest with you now! Doesn’t that mean something?”

  “Yes..” you said quietly, finally picking up Freddie’s shirt and throwing it over your body, “but what am I supposed to say Fred? After everything...” Your eyes drifted down to the floor as you tried to hold back your tears, when you heard Freddie walking over to you

  “After everything?” he asked gently, bringing his hand up to cup your face

  “I thought I could love you Freddie, I thought I did for a long time,” you started as he brought your eyes to meet his, “but I don’t know... It’s different now”

  “Why? Tell me” his voice was soft as he tried to urge you to tell him

  “I can’t love you now Freddie. I want to, and god, that,” you pointed to the bed where the two of you had just been laying, “was amazing but you’ll always be the guy who let me have sex with his best friend.” You sighed, heartbroken by your own confession, and waited for his response

  “(Y/N).. I-I’m sorry,” he said, stepping away from you, “I didn’t even..” You walked toward the bed and let Freddie put his jeans back on

  “I could’ve said ‘no’ I know that,” you admitted, “but I didn’t and I don’t really have a reason why. The entire time, I just wanted to be with you but when I thought you didn’t want to be with me, I guess I just let it happen...”

  “What do we do now?” he asked, standing at the foot of your bed, sans shirt, and you could tell he was genuinely curious. You gave him a sympathetic look before walking over to him and pushing yourself up to give him a kiss; running your hands through his hair one last time before your feet stabilized back on the ground. You slowly lifted his t-shirt over your head and handed it back to him. You had never been more vulnerable than in that moment, bare chested and eyes filling with tears as you said your last words to Frederik Andersen.

  “I wonder how the rest of you would feel against the rest of me…” The words almost taunted Freddie and he rushed to press his lips onto yours; plumping your lips with each twist. He moved his lips slowly down your still clothed body, taunting you as you had taunted him with your words, stopping only when he got to the tattoo you had discussed earlier; you looked at him evaluating it

  “He’s a shit artist anyway…” he laughed and you nudged him to continue roaming your body; your breathing slowed when his hands found their way to the hem of your dress, pushing the fabric slowly up your thighs and his breath covered the skin that became exposed. He stopped suddenly and you were forced to look at him, catching him laying his chin on your stomach, hands still holding the light fabric of your dress at your sides. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, choosing to bite your bottom lip instead, and Freddie let go of the dress; kissing up your body and letting the fabric lift as he moved upward. He gently pulled the floral patterned dress over your head and let it fall delicately onto the floor before bringing you up to meet him; your lips met his as if by magnets and the last bits of clothing were ripped from his body and thrown carelessly across the room. You closed the gap between the two of you, attempting to straddle him once more but he stopped you; placing his finger in front of your lips and directing your back against the pillows before a smirk appeared on his face. His hand roamed down as he attached his mouth to the sensitive flesh behind your ear and your eyes shot open when you felt his finger creep into your core; letting out a moan when you got used to ministrations.

  “Fuck..” you rasped, digging your nails into his skin as he continued; you couldn’t tell which stimulation you liked more -- his beard tickling your neck as his tongue glided across your skin or the way his calloused fingers caressed every inch of you. He whispered in your ear, but it was so low that you didn’t catch it and you moaned in response, finally feeling him adjust his position to thrust into you; a surprised scream escaped you and Freddie stopped to check in with you

  “Are you okay?” he asked and you hummed, wanting him to continue but he didn’t move. Instead he began to tease every goosebump that crept across your skin underneath his fingertips and you reached out to tangle your fingers in his hair, bringing him back to you, and he spoke softly against your plump, pink lips, “we don’t have to do anything.. I don’t want to hurt you…”

  “I’m fine,” you giggled, “trust me.” You kissed him once before running your hands down his back and pushing him into you; he moaned into you, his breath warm against your face. You encouraged him to fuck you deeper by keeping your hands pressed against the small of his back, letting out breathless moans as he let his tongue trace down your neck until he dropped his head into your chest; leaving it there while his hips pumped in and out of you slowly. The moans that left your mouth were mirrored by him and you pushed him into you once more so he was as deep as he could be in you. 

  “Fuck” he moaned, bringing his face back to yours and your hands cupped his face, catching his eyes before you kissed him; smiling against his lips before letting your head drop back against the pillows. 

  “Fuck me Freddie..” you moaned with your head thrown back and your neck exposed for Freddie to kiss. He left marks as he suckled at your skin and you noticed him quicken his pace; thrusts becoming a little more shallow to match. With every move he made, you let out little whimpers as your orgasm slowly starting to build within you. Freddie began nipping at your skin playfully while his hips crashed down over and over again; his head lobbing carelessly in the crook of your neck and against your chest every so often. Your whimpers had disappeared, leaving only your breath to fill the room and the space between you and Freddie until you couldn’t take it anymore. You let out a loud moan, Freddie’s thrusts hard and fast as you exhaled loudly in ecstasy; the stillness in your apartment finally caught up with you, forcing you to bite your bottom lip to quiet yourself in hopes that you wouldn’t disturb your neighbours.

  “Scream for me, (Y/N),” Freddie whispered against your skin, “I wanna hear you scream my name as you cum.” His movements were harsher now, to match his words you were sure, and you whined reluctantly, still trying to keep yourself quiet. You ran your nails up his back until they found his broad shoulders, digging them in as he continued to pound into you. There was no way you’d be able to stand after this. It wasn’t long after that your orgasm washed over you, your legs wrapping around Freddie’s hips to allow better leverage; his climax hitting soon after as he trailed kisses along your neck to the top of your right shoulder.

  “Jesus Fuck…” you breathed, letting out a giggle when his eyes found yours, chests heaving against each other. He kissed you gently before eventually rolling off and laying next to you under the bulky, galaxy-patterned duvet. 

  “That was fun,” he replied just as breathlessly with a laugh creeping onto his words; you laughed and brought a hand to your forehead. Hell yeah, it was fun. You weren’t sure where this would go now though, or where you wanted it to go, and the fun slowly turned into a round of 20 questions in your head as your laugh faded away. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah…” you said, drifting away from the conversation. You always did this and you hated it. You lay beside Freddie in complete silence for a while before finally squeezing your eyes shut, thinking to yourself ‘why can’t sex ever be just sex? Why do you have to make such a big deal about everything, (Y/N)? You don’t need to be in a relationship…’

  “(Y/N)?” Freddie asked, finally breaking the silence

  “I’m sorry,” you said, “I’m good. Everything’s good. Do you want some water? Something to eat?”

  “Talk to me,” he stopped you, “something’s going on in that head of yours…” You hesitated, thinking how to break the news to him that you were this way

  “I don’t really know how to say it…” you started, turning your body to face him, “it’s definitely a bad time. The wrong time…”

  “I can handle it” he smiled 

  “I’ve never really been good at the one night stand thing. Not that I expected anything more to come from you coming here tonight and I don’t expect you to want to take me on a date or anything but I knew. I knew that I’m more of a relationship person and not a ‘casual sex’ person…” you said, trying not to make eye contact as you bared your embarrassing personality trait, “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said anything or I should’ve said something earlier.. so we wouldn’t be in this position…”

  “What if I said I wanted to see you again?” he asked, leading surprise to take over your features

  “You do?”

  “I mean, I’m not done seeing you now…” he smirked, “but yeah. If you were up for it, I was gonna suggest we go out for brunch or lunch or supper tomorrow..”

  “When did you come up with these plans?” you smiled

  “Somewhere between taking off your dress and telling you to scream my name…” he admitted, “which you never did by the way…”

  “What?” 

  “Scream my name…” he teased

  “I think I did my fair share of screaming, thank you very much…”

  “I should be thanking you,” he smiled, “you just gave me one of the best nights of my life.” You felt your cheeks rush with heat and you smiled back at him, slowly getting lost in his dark eyes; it was at this point that you knew you were probably going to fall in love with him but you’d try everything you could to prevent it for as long as possible. 

  “Well then,” you quipped, “I guess you’re welcome.” He pulled you in, tickling you as you laughed and jokingly tried to get away until you craved his lips too much, stopping to press yours against his. 

  “Let’s just keep doing this…” he joked, “never leave the bed. Stay tangled together in the sheets, breathless, panting, craving each other’s taste…”

  “That sounds like something I can do.” You replied before kissing him back, small force behind it, and tangled your fingers in his curls; pulling back briefly to smile against his lips. 

  Author’s Note: Not really much to say, other than I’m procrastinating doing my homework and my other series. I’ve learned my lesson from Hard Not To Notice and I split this one into two parts. BUT IT WILL ONLY BE THE TWO PARTS. I’ll eventually get back to writing my It Had To Be You series because that thing needs… something. But for now, here we are, with this Freddie Andersen imagine. So, I hope you enjoy this short little writing -- I have another angsty one in mind that I might write but we’ll see. 

  Warnings: fluff, drinking, some swearing, drunk fighting, smut in second part so there’s some hard fluff at the end to lead into it

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  “Congratulations to the Class of 2019!” Lindsay, the class valedictorian, exclaimed, “Go out and live the best lives you can because it’s our turn now!” Everyone threw their caps into the air without caution and you quickly left your seat to find your friends, whose names were, haplessly, alphabetically opposite yours; embracing them in a tight group hug when you finally found them.

  “WE GRADUATED!” Your best friend, Charlie, shouted into the group hug

  “Can you believe it?!” you said, disbelief coating your words

  “Not one bit,” another one of the girls, Blaire, added, making the rest of the group laugh, “but we did it guys. We’re done! No more assignments. No more midterms. No more finals, no more group projects!” Everyone laughed before eventually breaking up the hug, trying to decide what the plan was for the rest of the day

  “I have lunch with my family,” you said pointing to your Mom and brother as they waited for the crowd to disperse around them, “my grandparents are coming into town. Aunts, Uncles, the whole shebang. You have no idea how stressed my Mom is; my Dad keeps bringing her chocolate every five minutes to calm her down…” You laughed and the group shared their plans for the rest of the day. It was a lot of family meals, celebratory drinks and photography sessions -- to which you rolled your eyes and gave a sarcastic remark. 

  “You know how my parents are,” your childhood friend, Darcy, defended, “they want pictures of everything and they hated those stupid Grad portraits. They figured they’d do it themselves…”

  “I know I know, I was just kidding around” you replied before Lindsay came up to the four of you

  “There she is! Miss Valedictorian herself!” Blaire shouted, “it was a great speech, honestly”

  “Thank you Blaire” Lindsay replied

  “We’re so proud of you Linds,” you cooed, bringing her in for a hug, “so what about you? What are your plans for the rest of Convocation Day?”

  “We’re going camping…” she said, clearly not wanting to spend her weekend in a tent, “apparently my folks had it planned for months because we’re going to a place that we used to go to when I was a kid. My Dad is stressing out over me leaving to go work in Austin in January that he wants to spend as much time together as a family as we can…”

  “It could be fun…” Darcy tried

  “Trust me,” Lindsay leaned in, “I’d much rather be getting drunk with you guys tonight to celebrate, instead of being eaten alive by all the bugs…”

  “You’ll be fine,” Charlie said, “just keep the bug spray close by.” Lindsay shoved Charlie lightly before saying goodbye to the group reluctantly; your brother coming up behind you and poking you in your sides, forcing you to quickly turn around and smack him

  “JESUS BRADY!” you screamed, “how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?!” He laughed, trying to dodge your strikes, before cozying up to Blaire

  “So, Blaire, I know the perfect way to celebrate your graduation…” he tried to say the words seductively, “want me to show you?”

  “Ew, Brady…” you whined

  “I think you need someone to show you how to celebrate…” Blaire said, leaning into Brady, clearly trying to unsteady him, “I’ve got a pretty great arsenal of tricks that I could teach you…”

  “Oh yeah?” Brady’s voice cracked, causing Blaire to finally break

  “Sorry kid, you’re just a little too young for me,” she put a hand on his shoulder to let him down easy, “you guys have a great lunch, I gotta go. I can see my Dad waving me over. (Y/N), ladies, I’ll see you tonight?”

  “Text me,” you said as you gave her a hug goodbye, “we’ll figure out a plan for tonight.” The group gave a collective round of ‘I love you’s’ as Blaire turned and walked toward her family.

  “We gotta go too, (Y/N),” Brady nudged you, clearing his throat, “Mom has gone through four boxes of chocolate so far and I can only assume Dad is picking her up some more right now…”

  “Okay,” you sighed, “he’s right. I’ll see you guys later, congrats guys!” Another round of hugs were given before you let the group go and you wandered over to your Mom

  “My little graduate!” your Mom cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek and you tried to pull away, whining at her affection. When your Dad finally showed up, the four of you left for the restaurant and waited for the rest of your family to get there. It was a pretty mellow lunch considering how many people were there but it wore you out nonetheless. Your Dad dropped you off at your apartment so you could take a quick nap before the inevitable chaos that would happen later.

  “Hey, sweets?” your Dad said before you left the car

  “Yeah Dad?”

  “I’m so proud of you,” he said and you gave him a small smile. He was easily your favourite person in the whole world but he didn’t get emotional very often, so hearing him say that he was proud of you was incredibly special, “I know I don’t say it very often but I am so incredibly proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished. And everything I know you’re going to accomplish”

  “Thank you Daddy,” you smiled, trying to hold back your tears, bringing him in for a big hug, “I love you so much. I don’t know how much of this I could’ve done without you; all of the times I was stressed out and thought I was better off dropping out than finishing my degree. You talked me off so many ledges, Dad.”

  “It’s all you, baby girl,” he smiled as he pulled back to look at you, “a few words from me here and there to help you through sure, but you’re the one with the brains. You’re the one who was determined to succeed.” A stream of tears finally left your eyes and you noticed a few fall from your Dad’s as well 

  “Alright alright, no more crying!” you said, wiping your tears away, “I have to get some sleep, I’m exhausted…”

  “I love you, (Y/N)”

  “I love you too, Daddy.” You exited his car and wandered toward your apartment building, glancing back at him and waving him goodbye before he drove away. As soon as you got into your apartment, your WIFI connected and you were flooded with texts from Charlie trying to figure out plans for tonight.

  “Have you ever heard of Sweaty Betty’s?” 

  “I heard it’s supposed to be a good place”

  “Apparently, they have a big selection of whiskey and you like whiskey”

  “Hello?!”

  “There’s always like Dance Cave”

  “Or I guess Stirling Room…”

  “But this Sweaty Betty’s is probably a great place to start and then we can head to Little Italy -- Come See Me?”

  “(Y/N)!! Answer me!”

  “If you don’t answer me soon, I’m making the decision for us…”

  “We’ve never been to the Speakeasy either. Wanna do that instead?”

  “Literally we just need a place to get drunk…”

  “(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)!”

  “Holy Shit Char,” you finally texted back, “I just got back into my apartment. My data was off and there was no WIFI at the restaurant. You know I’m fine with whatever you pick. I do think though that the speakeasy should be saved for a night when we have like costumes or whatever lol”

  “So… Sweaty Betty’s and then Come See Me?”

  “I’m good with that? Have you texted everyone else?”

  “Blaire said she’ll share an Uber with Darcy so they’ll meet us there probably. But…”

  “But what? Who did you invite?”

  “Don’t get mad, they wanted to come and they graduated too. Nick and Sam are gonna meet us there..”

  “Ughhh! Charlie! Look whatever. Fine. As long as they don’t try to flirt with me or dance with me at any point during the night, I don’t care. They just creep me out. I can’t believe you invited them…”

  “Honestly, they overheard me planning it and they kind of invited themselves..”

  “Of course they did”

  “It’ll be fine! Don’t worry”

  “Whatever, okay. I’m gonna have a nap. Am I meeting for pre-drinks or are you coming here?”

  “Hmmm, you’re closer to the bar. So I’ll come over to yours and we’ll call an Uber from there!”

  “Alright. See you in a couple hours. Love you!”

  “Love you babe!”

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  It must not have been typical bar Tequila that you’d been drinking because four shots in and you were barely able to see straight. At some point, you remember the shots hitting you inexplicably and you told Nick and Sam you didn’t want them around.

  “This is supposed to be a celebration but you two are just making it weird,” you slurred, “face it, no one’s fucking you tonight. So why don’t you just go home...”

  “There’s no need to be a bitch, (Y/N)...” Nick said, anger in his voice, masked only by embarrassment and you tried to fix it

  “I.. I’m sorry.. I don’t kn-- I think I’m gonna be sick…” You held your hand over your mouth as you tried to maneuver through the crowd, noticing Sam storm off and Nick follow close behind him; all of a sudden you were filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt -- which was soon overpowered by the Tequila you were currently puking up. You had never been this bad before; not since your 18th birthday when your cousin, Mary, decided that she would show you the proper way to get drunk, not realizing her limits were vastly different from yours. A few glasses of water should make you feel better, so you cleaned yourself up in the mirror and gathered yourself enough to head back to Charlie and the girls. 

  “There she is” Blaire teased

  “Can I get a glass of water please?” you asked the bartender, returning a quick Thank you when he placed the glass in front of you. It was gone almost instantly so, you asked for another before your friends got annoyed 

  “You can’t just stop drinking!” Darcy complained, “none of us drove. Which means none of us are the designated driver. None of us have to be group Mom tonight. The whole point is that we’re celebrating our graduation… We’re here to get drunk; fucked up!”

  “Yes, Darce, I know,” you laughed, “but I just threw up, which means I need to add in some water.” You finished your second glass of water and then continued on with the night; laughing with your group of girlfriends, flirting with some strangers they brought into your circle and slowly added more cocktails into your repertoire.

  “So ladies, what are your plans for the rest of the night?” one of the guys asked, leaning in close to Blaire who was not having it

  “Girls night” she mocked

  “We just graduated so we’ve got a lot planned” Charlie added

  “Oh congrats on graduating!” another one of them said, “maybe we can help you celebrate.” You rolled your eyes at his comment and noticed Darcy mockingly put her finger down her throat before turning to the bartender to order a drink. 

  “Vodka tonic please” you heard her say

  “I’ll grab a double Stoli cranberry” you said as you popped beside her

  “These guys are so painfully obvious” she joked and you smiled

  “If only Charlie weren’t so painfully hard up” you teased about your BFF

  “I hope she doesn’t go home with one of them just yet, I do still want us all to celebrate together”

  “We will! Don’t worry. Down the drink and we’ll get another” you mewed, giving her a wink. A few hours later and the drinks were starting to hit the girls in different ways; you couldn’t stop giggling, Blaire was looking for food, Charlie was kissing every stranger she came in contact with and Darcy was trying to convince everyone to dance with her. None of you realized how late it was until you contemplated heading to a club to dance.

  “It’s too late for that, Darce…” Charlie whined, “we’d have to get an Uber and like.. find it…”

  “We can go to a club tomorrow night,” you tried to compromise, “we’ll sober up and we’ll head to Come See Me first and just kinda stay there…” Darcy just frowned at you and you frowned back, feeling guilty that she hadn’t gotten to dance all night like she was promised; you dragged her out to a small clearing at the side of the bar to try and dance to the music that blared through the bustling bar. While the two of you were dancing, Charlie had invited a group of guys to surround her and Blaire, Charlie’s laugh permeating the crowd before it reached you.

  “She doesn’t stop does she?” Darcy laughed

  “Here, you go see what that’s about,” you nodded in your friends’ direction, “I have to pee…” You wandered to the washroom, staring at yourself in the mirror after washing your hands and tried to sober enough to talk to these strangers. You couldn’t say it was something you cared too much about but, on the off chance Charlie fell for one of these guys, you’d be damned if they only saw you as the drunk, rowdy best friend for the rest of your life. When you made your way back to the bar where Blaire, Charlie and Darcy were surrounded by four toned guys, you scooted past everyone to order yourself a drink instead of introducing yourself to anyone. That’s when he leaned into you and your breath never left your throat.

  “Having a good night?” a tall red-head smiled in your direction and your eyes danced across his face, trying to find someway to speak, “I’m Freddie by the way.” His hand was nearly the size of your head and it took all of your composure to lift your hand up to shake his; slow and only slightly awkward. The girls around you had all paired off with a guy, even Darcy which surprised you more than you thought it would. You were brought back to Freddie, though, when he handed you the drink you ordered.

  “Oh thank you,” you said shakily, “I’m (Y/N)...”

  “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N)” He returned, smiling down at you, making your cheeks flood with heat and you dropped your eyes to the floor so he wouldn’t see. It wasn’t long, however, until his hands found their way onto your hips and your eyes darted back to his; sure to never tear them away unless absolutely necessary.

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Freddie’s P.O.V.

  You wondered where she had been your whole life. This (Y/H/C) haired girl with the brightest smile you’d ever seen and eyes that sparkled like stars. She hadn’t spoke yet, so you weren’t sure what the melody of her voice would be but you imagined it would be mesmerizing. You finally introduced yourself to her, thinking she’d do the same, holding her hand while you waited but her attention seemed to go to her friends instead. You watched as her eyes scanned the group of your friends and hers when her drink came to be in front of you. 

  “Oh thank you” she said softly and you straightened your posture, “I’m (Y/N)”

  “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).” You noticed a slight tinge of pink stain her cheeks before she dropped her eyes to the floor and you just wanted to see those beautiful eyes sparkle again; placing your hands on her hips. She looked up at you with such intent that you couldn’t bear to tear your eyes away from hers. She was the one to finally break the eye contact

  “So… what do you do, Freddie?” she asked with a shy smile, tucking some hair behind her left ear

  “I’m a goalie” you said, trying not to mention your team and gauge her reaction when you noticed her eyes grow a little wide

  “Oh no…” she giggled, “you’re not crazy are you?” You laughed at her response before shaking your head

  “I don’t think so, no”

  “Okay good, ‘cause my brother plays goalie in his little local league and he’s kinda, you know,” she joked, “he’s a little crazy. I mean you have to be just a little crazy right?”

  “I mean, sure, yeah, to have hockey players and pucks flying at you…”

  “Right!” she laughed, her smile beaming, and you couldn’t take your eyes off her but she was started to drift away from you; her shyness creeping up to her so you leaned in to talk to her

  “What about you?” you asked

  “Me? I don’t play sports. No I would fall over myself and get a concussion for sure…”

  “Is that so?”

  “Painfully.” You laughed and finished your beer, ordering another before you asked (Y/N) what she did for a living

  “I’m a student.. Well I just graduated, we all did. That’s why we’re here..” she said, before looking at her friends flirting with yours and she laughed, “I guess now I have to find a job with my degree”

  “Well I’m sure that won’t be hard. What degree?”

  “Early Childhood Education, with a double minor in Psychology and Music Studies. It was kind of a bitch to get through but I’ve always loved kids and music has a way of... as cheesy as it sounds... really helping people. So I thought why not combine everything and give the kids their best chance?”

  “Wow.. I’m surprised,” you said and noticed her face contort, forcing you to backpedal, “no no, I just mean, you have an idea where you want to go and what you want to do”

  “Sort of, not really. I just graduated today so I haven’t thought too much about it.” After a while, you realized that you hadn’t introduced (Y/N) to anyone, so you brought her over to everyone; your hand on the small of her back 

  “(Y/N), this is Auston, Willy and Connor, guys this is (Y/N)” 

  “Nice to meet you” they said together and she reciprocated the statement before her friend interrupted the conversation by pulling Willy in for a sloppy kiss

  “Oh jeez” she said before bursting into a fit of laughs

  “Why don’t we go find a place to sit down?” You said, leaning down to speak in her ear

  “You really think we’ll be able to find something?” she asked looking around the crowded bar and you took her hand to lead her through the space. Once you found a partly empty couch, you asked if she was okay sharing the space and she nodded; you sat down next to the couple that was busy making out and she sat down next to you, unintentionally tucking herself in, “oh gosh, I didn’t realize how low this was. I’m sorry..” Her face was flustered as she tried to put some space in between the two of you but you didn’t mind; damn she was cute, and it took more of your willpower not to lick your lips as your eyes danced around her face

  “It’s okay. How are you feeling?” you checked in and she looked up at you before smiling

  “I’m good,” she said with a laugh on her tongue, “I’m feeling a bit of a buzz but not too much where I feel like I’ll get sloppy”

  “Well that’s good,” You laughed before looking down at your lap, catching a glimpse of a tattoo on her inner knee and you grazed your thumb over it gently, “what’s this?” She seemed to be embarrassed about it and she pushed your hand away so she could cover it

  “We were -- I was drunk… It was a long night and an even longer story” she blushed and you told her that you didn’t mind; you had time to listen, and she sighed heavily before agreeing to tell you, “don’t judge me okay?” you nodded, allowing her to continue, “Charlie and I had just come from her ex’s Frat House, it was a big end of semester party and he broke up with her because he claimed ‘she was only good once’ and she was rightfully pissed. So, we got drunk, flirted with some horribly misogynistic Frat bros, who we’re almost positive were trying to put something in our drinks, and then peaced when Charlie realized her ex wasn’t paying her any attention. We passed by a tattoo parlour that for some reason was still open and we begged the tattoo artist to give us a tattoo. Charlie started crying when he said we were too drunk and she turned to me and gave me that look that best friend’s give. The one that says ‘do this for me because I really need it right now’ and I was too drunk to argue, so I told the guy that we just wanted to do something dumb because we hated the guys in our life, and if he gave us a tattoo…” she scrunched up her face before continuing the story 

  “What?” you asked, egging her on

  “God, it’s awful to even think back on”

  “You gotta tell me. I said I wouldn’t judge”

  “Ugh,” she groaned, “I said if he gave us a tattoo, he could put it anywhere he wanted…”

  “The tattoo right?”

  “Yes! That’s what it was supposed to be but, because I was so drunk, it came out all sexual and he jumped at the chance. He sat down and asked us what we wanted and where and I looked at him kinda confused at that point. I said ‘we’ll get matching tattoos I guess?’ and expected him to pick a spot and for Charlie to pick the tattoo; still not realizing that he didn’t take what I said how I meant him to take it and then Charlie passed out!”

  “What happened then?”

  “He yelled at me! He was all, what the fuck is this? What kind of guy do you think I am? I got super confused and said all we wanted was a tattoo and that we weren’t picky about the location. Then he seemed to get pissed and he started tattooing Charlie’s knee and told me ‘they had to match’ so I sat down on a different table while he did mine…” it was at this point that she showed you the small tattoo, “I got bitch, she got slut. I have no idea why he chose the inner knee but it’s easy enough to hide. And it’s quite the story…”

  “Holy crap, so what happened when Charlie woke up and saw the tattoo?”

  “She wasn’t happy about it. I mean who wants slut permanently on their skin? But when she saw mine, and I told her what happened, she was grateful that I didn’t just leave her. She said it would’ve been super easy to just abandon her or let her have an embarrassing tattoo on her own but the fact that I got just as embarrassing of a tattoo proved that we really were best friends…”

  “That’s actually really sweet”

  “It’s the most embarrassing moment of my life. No one else knows, not even Blaire or Darcy. They’ve never seen the tattoo’s. So, consider yourself lucky…” She laughed and you leaned in closer to kiss her but she moved away 

  “I didn’t mean..” you stammered

  “No.. I know, I’m sorry. I just… tell me something about you,” she quipped, “I don’t know anything about you. Other than you’re a goalie…”

  “Professional goalie” you clarified and she nodded with a small smile

  “Right. For any team I might know?” she asked and here was the moment you were dreading. You had never tried to hide the fact that you were The Leafs goaltender before but you’d also never been faced with a situation where someone in Toronto didn’t recognize you. Being a 6’4” red-headed goalie in the NHL often meant you got recognized wherever you went. But when you realized she didn’t know you or the guys, you didn’t want her view of you to change. The night was going so well and telling her this could go one of two ways; either she hangs all over you, changing the way she’d been acting all night, or she acts like it’s no big deal. You were really hoping for the latter… “Freddie?” Her voice rang through to you and you realized you hadn’t said anything in about a minute

  “Sorry,” you smiled awkwardly, “Toronto…”

  “What?” she said confused

  “I’m the Leafs goaltender…”

  “Oh..” she said quietly, looking at her empty glass before looking back up at you, “wow.” You weren’t sure how to respond to her almost lack of response, forcing you to lean back against the couch and sigh to yourself, “I’m sorry,” she said finally, laughing a little, “that’s probably not what you were looking for. I’ve never met a professional athlete before and I don’t really know.. the protocol? Plus, I grew up a Habs fan, so my brother would kill me if he knew I was talking and drinking with a Leaf…” You let out a sigh of relief before laughing at her words

  “There’s no protocol, just talk like we were already talking. No need to bring up work…”

  “You wanna dance?” she asked, placing her glass on the side table as you agreed, following her to a clearing just past your intertwined group of friends. There wasn’t a lot of space to dance and, in hindsight, it might have been better to find a spot on the patio to dance. But there was a group of people dancing so it’s not like it was something you shouldn’t do and the music was high energy, making you think that they wanted people to dance and have a good time. You and (Y/N) were laughing at how equally out of sync you were with the music before she eventually wrapped her arms around your shoulders to sway with you; you spun her around a few times, causing her to laugh brightly and bump into you on her return. The only trouble came when (Y/N)’s friends came over with the guys to dance near the two of you and they got really animated, mockingly singing along to the songs and grinding on each other.

  “I’m sorry about them…” (Y/N) apologized for her friends, her arms still around your shoulders and you looked down at her with a smile

  “It’s okay, they’re having fun.” You were surprised when she pulled you with her as she backed away from the group to continue you dancing. She twirled once and laughed when she lost her footing, just missing bumping into someone and you pulled her into you to catch her from falling; her eyes locking onto yours as the music seemed to beg for your lips to touch. 

  “AHHH” she let out a breathless scream as a stranger had spilled his cold drink down her back

  “Watch it bitch” he yelled at her and you tried to push past (Y/N) to challenge him but when she apologized quietly, you let it go.

  “Are you okay?” you asked

  “I’m fine, don’t worry. I’m just gonna go see if I can dry some of this with the hand dryer” she laughed, walking toward the bathroom; you stood near the door, waiting for her to come out.

  “Fred, she’ll be fine. Come wait by the bar,” Willy called to you, “want a drink?” You hesitantly went to the bar to join the group, ordering a beer when you got there. It wasn’t long before you noticed the guy who spilled his drink on (Y/N) whispering with his friends and you couldn’t help but think that they were planning something. When Auston noticed you staring, he followed your line of sight

  “Freddie…” he yelled to you, “what’s up?” you didn’t answer, instead kept your gaze locked on them when you heard the door open and noticed (Y/N) come out; stepping in front of her before another drink could be spilled on her.

  “Freddie…” you heard (Y/N) whisper from behind you

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  “Well that’s not the wet t-shirt we wanted to see…” the group of drunk guys laughed and you noticed Freddie’s jaw clench; you grabbed his arm to stop him from starting a fight but it really didn’t do much since your touch was so light

  “You think you’re funny?” he yelled, closing the gap between the two of them

  “Actually, yeah, I think I’m hilarious” the guy countered 

  “Why don’t we see how funny it is when it happens to you.” It was meant to be threatening but it didn’t really have the effect that Freddie wanted and you could see him getting frustrated when the guys laughed him off

  “What are you gonna do about it, Ed Sheeran?” 

  “That the best you got?”

  “I hear Gingers have no souls. That true?”

  “Sounds like you wanna find out.”

  “Come at me bro”

  “Freddie it’s not worth it, okay, they’re drunk. Just leave it…” you tried

  “Now that I’m looking at her, I’m not sure I really would’ve wanted to see her tits” one of the guys laughed, another one chiming in right after 

  “Me either, guess we dodged a bullet…” The group of guys were met by a fit of laughter from each other and Freddie smiled sarcastically at them before looking at you to gauge your reaction. You weren’t sure what he took from the look on your face but you hoped that you were portraying a look that said ‘please don’t’ 

  “You’re a real group of bros aren’t ya?” he said sternly and the guys seem to stick up their chins, “I bet you make all the girls swoon, you know, when you try?” You weren’t entirely sure where this was headed, and you could tell his friends didn’t either, so you kept your hand on his arm, “I bet most of you are single, huh?”

  “By choice” the group grunted and Freddie laughed 

  “Not by your choice though, right?” he mocked, “see, when you don’t respect women, women don’t respect you… And you, my friends, need to learn some respect”

  “What do you expect us to do, Grandpa? Apologize,” one of the guys laughed, “I’m sorry your chick is such a bitch and a cow but she should really make space--” His speech was cut short by Freddie punching him square in the eye and you let out a gasp and tried to stop him from going too far 

  “Freddie STOP!” you yelled but the guy hit back, connecting with Freddie’s face, and it took all of your strength to drag Freddie away before security kicked you all out

  “BACK OFF, YOU FUCKING GIANT!” the one yelled

  “Tough guy can’t take a fucking hit huh? What’s wrong, bro?” Freddie taunted. You were beginning to panic when Blaire motioned to the door, signalling she had called an Uber

  “Freddie, please, let’s just go. Please…” you begged, still pulling on his arm. He looked back at you and realized what he must look like to you. He followed you out of the bar to the line of cars lined along the sidewalk and you tried to find the Uber that was waiting for Blaire.

  “It’s this one love,” Blaire called out to you and Freddie, talking to the driver while the two of you made your way to the car. Blaire confirmed your address with the driver and gave you a hug goodbye as you got into the car with Freddie. It was quiet for a bit, so much so that your driver turned on the music to lessen the awkward silences; forcing you to look at Freddie with a smile. You noticed his fists were still clenched and his eye was cut.

  “Here, let me take a look at you,” you said softly, shifting your body to face him, pulling his face closer to yours gently, “does it hurt?”

  “No,” his voice was harsh and you thought that maybe he didn’t want to be touched, so you eased back, “I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I just hated the way they were talking about you…”

  “They’re just dumb boys who had way too much to drink…” 

  “But they shouldn’t have talked like that. It’s not okay…” He grabbed your hand, turning his body to you, “are you okay?”

  “I’m fine. Thank you,” you smiled, almost to yourself, “for defending me. It’s funny, you know, me and Darcy talked about this a couple days ago…”

  “Talked about what?”

  “She asked me what I would do if two guys ever fought over me…” you giggled, looking back at Freddie, “yeah this isn’t the exact thing she was thinking of, but it’s pretty close…”

  “And you told her…?”

  “I said I didn’t think I’d be into it. It’s too much ‘peacocking’ for me,” you admitted but when you saw Freddie’s face fall, you tried to explain, “I didn’t think it would be fighting over me to defend me, if that makes sense? I thought if two guys were fighting over me, it would be something… else… I’m not really sure what. But I don’t know, I liked that you stuck up for me. You didn’t have to, especially if it meant getting into a fist fight, but I appreciate it…”

  “I couldn’t just let it happen without at least trying to make it right…” he whispered, “I guess I should’ve known it wouldn’t end well”

  “Eh, what’s one small cut?” you smiled, examining the mark on his eyebrow, noticing the skin around it begin to purple. It wasn’t long after that you were dropped off at your apartment building

  “Can I just order an Uber and you’ll accept my ride? Does that work?” Freddie asked the driver

  “Hold on, wait,” you said abruptly, “what are you doing?”

  “Getting a ride home?”

  “You’re not coming to say goodnight?” you pouted and watched as Freddie exited the car slowly; the Uber driving off without hesitation, knowing Freddie wasn’t in need of his services; a small smile dancing on your lips. You took Freddie’s hand and led him to the door of your building, laughing when you stumbled occasionally on seemingly nothing, trying not to disturb your neighbours but fearing that you were most likely failing. 

  “How much farther?” Freddie chuckled from behind you, placing his large hands on either side of your waist to steady you, “should I be carrying you?”

  “No no, it’s just a little further..” you said, “unless you want to carry me?” The smile that arose on your face was mirrored quickly on Freddie’s and he jokingly leaned down to pick you up, forcing a loud squeal to escape you and you quickly covered your mouth in embarrassment. When you finally got to your apartment, you turned your key slowly, unsure of how the night would proceed, and gestured for Freddie to come inside once you were in. You noticed him wander around your apartment, looking at the pictures on the walls and the many decorative throw pillows strewn over your couches and chairs, before finally taking a seat

  “So, I take it you like pillows?” he joked, making you smile from the kitchen where you stood filling two glasses of water 

  “I get it from my Mom I think…” you admitted, “she always put out two or three Christmas pillows on every couch in the house during the holidays and then she started finding really punny ones for Halloween, so the whole house was practically bursting in pillows by the time I turned 10. She gave me a couple but I ended up getting some for my dorm anyway, before I moved in here two years ago. When I unpacked I noticed that I had more pillows than couch space.” You laughed uncomfortably as you sat next to Freddie, angling your body until your knees just barely brushed his and waited for him to speak

  “I like them. It makes the space feel… homey. Cozy.” He smiled to which you responded brightly, claiming that’s exactly what you were going for. The two of you burned through a few topics rather quickly, laughing here and there when he told you about an ex girlfriend in Denmark and you told him how much your brother used to torment you, regardless of you being the older sibling. You sobered up after the numerous glasses of water you’d had but you didn’t want the night to end or, rather, Freddie to leave. Carefully, you moved closer to him as to not startle the situation but you also didn’t want to push your luck; thinking maybe you’d embarrassed yourself so much tonight that any sudden actions may cause Freddie to think lowly of you. To your surprise, he moved his arm to the back of your couch, allowing you to move even closer to him and your heart began to race; having gone all night without having his lips grasp yours shocked you and, you thought to yourself, it was about time to right that wrong.

  You wanted to push forward into him but, for some unknown reason, your head told you to stop, as if to say, “be a lady, (Y/N), don’t be desperate…” It seemed to discourage your thoughts on allowing the night to proceed the way you expected it to. Freddie, it seemed, did not approve of this as he wanted the kiss and the expectation of the night as much as you did; however, he seemed to gauge your uncertainty and moved slowly towards your lips, pushing you closer to him by pressing his hand on your back, between your shoulder blades; his breath was warm as it brushed across your skin and through your hair, suddenly his hands were on your hips and yours had snaked up to linger on his neck. You couldn’t control your breathing anymore and the heat in your face must clearly be showing now, this waiting was becoming painful and, unintentionally, you moaned Freddie’s name, leading him to finally brush his lips against yours lightly; his tongue eventually finding yours and dancing with it slowly.

  It wasn’t long before the kissing became harsh and much more sloppy, encouraging you to straddle Freddie; your hands lingering on his chest while you returned to capture his lips and continue dancing your tongue alongside his. When Freddie’s large hands gripped your hips tightly, likely leaving bruises on your delicate skin, your hands snapped to the back of his head to pull at his loose ginger curls. His lips travelled from your lips to your collarbone and hesitant moans escaped your throat as your nails dug into Freddie’s shoulders, marking his skin with small crescent moons underneath his shirt; moving him to lift you up and carry you through your apartment until he found an open door, not caring whether there was a bed in it or not. He’d just as soon place you gently on the floor or up against the wall if there was no mattress.

  “Mmm” you hummed before directing him into the right room where he climbed onto your bed with you still wrapped tightly around his body until you felt the fabric of your duvet underneath you. Quickly, your hands found the hem of Freddie’s t-shirt, passing the soft fabric between your fingers for a few seconds before pushing it up, forcing Freddie to lift his arms to allow the shirt to move above his head and, subsequently, onto the floor.

  “Do you have a condom?” He breathed into your ear as he continued kissing your neck and you honestly couldn’t remember. The last time you had sex was in January, just before winter break had ended and you were forced to return to classes.

  “Uhmm…” you hummed nervously, tracing circles on his chest before he caught your eye and asked if something was wrong, to which you assured him everything was fine but, “we’ll have to search the apartment.. but that might ruin the mood..” Freddie pursed his lips and studied your eyes silently 

  “What are you thinking?” he asked you and you just smiled before pressing your lips back onto his