SEBASTIAN STAN For Entertainment Weekly By Miller Mobley

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Navy! Stud knocking on the door to wake up Smartie from the alarm is so cute. What about when they're dating? 😏

I'm glad you think so, nonnie! And Bucky has ways to wake you up.

Sleeping Arrangements

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You insist on sleeping in your room, but Bucky likes a challenge. Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f. receiving), slight dirty talk, slight praise, swearing, implied unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), established relationship, roommate!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Lovelies, I promise I will actually write how Stud and Smartie get together, but I couldn't pass this up. Partially inspired by a chat with @lookiamtrying (thank you!!!). Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @vase-of-lilies. and divider by @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

It was your idea to keep your separate bedrooms once the two of you started dating. It was a way to maintain boundaries and a small sense of independence since you shared a living space. You didn’t always sleep alone. Some nights he slept in your room and vice versa. It was a good system.

Not that Bucky made it easy. He never did when it involved him wanting you. And you made the mistake of looking back last night as you went toward your bedroom door. You knew better and you did it anyway. All 6’3 of him with his messy hair and beefy frame bathed in the moonlight from the window was staring back at you and pouting. It didn't help that the sexy menace was only in his underwear.

And that your panties were wet just from his gaze.

"My bed is much warmer, Smartie, and I’ll get lonely."

Don’t give in. Admittedly, you always slept a bit better when he was beside you. Even though you were soaked as he slowly sauntered toward you, part of you said to stand your ground with the rules you set. Bucky made it fun to break them, but you would not let your body overrule your will tonight.

“I’m sleeping in my room,” you proudly managed to say, pressing your thighs together as if to silence your weeping pussy. Get it together. “And if you really get lonely, you can wake me up early.”

Bucky hummed as he stopped in front of you, grasping your chin. He smiled as you looked into your eyes and you swore your heart stopped. A second passed before he covered your lips with his, using his other hand to pull you closer by the small of your back. He worked his mouth against yours, spreading desire from your chest down between your thighs. How he managed to always kiss you breathless, you had no idea.

He took his time to pull away, his thumb brushing your trembling lip as he gazed at you. The look of affection in his eyes made you feel cherished and safe. You were proud your legs didn’t give out when he took a step back, his hands dropping to his sides. He spun around without another word and walked toward his door, only stopping when you began to follow him. The smug smirk on his face only turned you on more when he glanced over his shoulder. “Your bedroom is that way. Sweet dreams.”

“I beg your pardon?” was what came out because he wouldn’t really make you sleep alone after that, would he?

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he winked before he went into his room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

You tapped your finger against your thigh, trying to figure out how he turned this around on you. “Well. Fuck,” you said indignantly. You couldn’t be too annoyed with him since you set the rule, but he wasn’t playing fair. I don’t have to either. Smiling, you crept to his door, peeled your underwear off and hung it from the doorknob. Your boyfriend could be a light sleeper and sometimes got up in the middle of the night. So a gift wouldn't hurt.

At least he doesn’t have to steal this pair.

You weren't exactly sure what time it was when you began to wake up, but you knew it was early from the lack of light coming in from the blinds. You hadn't even hit "snooze" on your first alarm. What you did know was that your legs were spread wide on your bed to accommodate the size of your boyfriend, who had already pushed his shirt up around your waist. When you actually wore something to bed, it was always something of his.

And you hadn't bothered to put on a new pair of underwear.

"Was kind of hoping you’d sneak into my room, but I should’ve known better after that stunt I pulled. Was also hoping I’d have my tongue buried in you before you stirred,” Bucky said when you tried to sit up. "Found your little gift, by the way. Could still smell how wet you were.”

“Your fault. You always get me wet,” you argued, blindly reaching for his hair as his breath ghosted over your folds.

“And you always get me hard, so all’s fair, doll,” he said with a drag of his tongue. “Did you have sweet dreams? You must have since you're still wet."

You lost your train of thought for a moment, a soft noise coming out as he brushed his nose against your bundle of nerves. "Yes," you whined as your head tipped back, feeling his grip tighten on your thighs to keep you in place. This is exactly how my dream started and it better end with his cock in me.

“Dream of me?” he asked and you felt him smirk as his mouth wrapped around your clit.

“Fuck, yes!” you shouted impressively considering he just woke you up. Part of you wondered if your neighbors heard you. If he was buried between their thighs, which will never happen, they’d be screaming, too.

“Dreamt about you, too. Woke up aching. I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned as he went back to licking your folds. "Fuck, always so sweet for me. Just lay back and let me keep tasting you."

Tugging a little on his hair in response, you gasped when his metal hand moved under your shirt. Your nipple was taut before he touched it, gently grazing it as he groped your breast. You wished you could see his hot gaze as you arched your back, but you knew you'd see ecstasy in his eyes after he got you off.

His tongue flicked over your clit again as he moaned, like he had all the time in the world to work you over. "You should just sleep in my bed. Let me wake you with my tongue and cock before you start your day. Love tasting you in my mouth before I go to work. Best breakfast I've ever had."

The breathless sounds you made blended together beautifully with his words, that familiar spark felt deep in your core when he suddenly pushed his tongue in deep. "Bucky, there! Please!"

He sighed as pulled out, making you whine. "You know what to call me," he reminded you, the touch of his teeth against your inner thigh making you tremble. "Just say it once."

"Stud, please," you begged. The nickname should've sounded ridiculous like this, but Bucky loved hearing it because you were the one saying it.

“Good girl.”

"Fuck!" you cried when he plunged his tongue back in, licking your walls like he wanted to taste every drop of your essence. The hand that occupied your breast moved to your stomach, keeping you as still as he could. Your legs began to shake as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm before he stopped. "Bucky!"

Your boyfriend simply slipped his tongue out again, the pool of heat in your gut still there. "You're sleeping in my bed tonight," he told you. It wasn't a question.

"Oh, my God! Fine! I will sleep in your bed tonight,” you groaned as he chuckled happily. I might smother him with a pillow. “Just get your tongue back in me before I-"

"I know what you need, Smartie. Let me give it to you."

You almost lost it completely when he did so, adding two fingers. He didn't thrust deep until he knew the stretch wouldn't hurt. How is he still gentle as he devours me? You tried to push your hips closer, needing a little more fiction so you could let go.

"Come for me. Scream my name. Wake the neighbors. I don't give a fuck. Not when you taste this good."

The deep, dark command of his voice as he flicked his tongue once more made the coil finally snap. Your body exploded with your orgasm, screaming and sobbing his name as he worked you through it. Your walls continued to clench as his tongue and fingers slowed, lifting his head to watch. “Fucking beautiful,” you heard, your eyes half open as the world around you stopped spinning.

Bucky crawled over your body and you could make out a bit just how dark his eyes were before he kissed you. The mess you made on his tongue was put into your mouth as he licked into it, drawing another moan from you. That sound stretched on when you felt his hard cock trapped between your bodies.

“Morning,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Morning,” you replied, still catching your breath. “It’s early.”

“It is,” he agreed, dragging his lips to your nose. “We should go to bed early tonight.”

“Yes, we should.”

“And since you’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” he began triumphantly. “You should sleep in my room tomorrow night, too.”

Nice try. “No,” you smiled.

Bucky glanced quickly at your phone before he looked down at you. “I think I can convince you. But right now let’s see how many times I can fill you up before your first alarm goes off.”

*****

More from Stud and Smartie soon. Love and thanks!

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The Phone Call (5/?)

Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!steve rogers x female reader (Cappy x bug)

Warnings: idiots in like, banter, innuendos, teasing- lots of teasing, explicit language (must be 18+)

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Cappy and bug: hockey AU

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

"Bug?" Cappy answered the call after the second ring, "you OK?"

"I won't take money from Mary" you exhaled, chewing at your thumbnail as you sat cross-legged in your bed. Your room was pitch black, save the light from your phone screen. You finally gave in and called Cappy after you had been tossing and turning for nearly an hour.

"...um... good?" Steve laughed, getting up from the living room couch and making his way towards the stairs.

"Cappy... where are you going? It's your turn" you heard a women's voice whining in the background.

"You're busy" you exhaled, rolling your eyes, "I shouldn't have called."

"No, bug! I'm glad you called" you could picture Cappy's warm smile, "that's... nothing. It's movie and game night and some friends of the guys came over."

"It's almost 2am..." you frowned.

"Yeah" Steve agreed, making his way up the steps to his room.

"On a Wednesday" you added.

"Yup" he confirmed.

"You do movie and game nights until 2am on Wednesdays?" you asked, "what about classes or practice?"

"The team has late start on Thursday's" Steve said, pushing his bedroom door open and finding Gretzky curled up on his bed. Steve crossed the room before sinking down gently next to the small sleeping cat.

"Everyone on the team?" you asked.

"Everyone on the team" he confirmed, smiling into his phone, "you could come sometime" he offered, "if you're really that worried about our sleep habits..."

"I wasn't..." you huffed before Steve cut you off.

"I'd definitely stay in bed if you tucked me in..." you could almost hear his eyebrows waggle while he mercilessly flirted.

"Meatball" you rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to smirk at his ridiculousness.

"OK..." Steve shrugged, "But seriously" his laugh was warm before he cleared his throat, "you could come over for a movie night... the rest of the team would be here... not just me... it would be nice."

"No thanks" you said, shooting him down -too quickly- before thinking better of it, "but... it's not... I don't... I mean..." your exhale was heavy, struggling to find the words, "I don't hate you."

"Good to know" he laughed, "if you change your mind, next week's movie night is Gremlins."

"Gremlins?" you snorted, "that weird 80s movie with the gerbil things?"

"They’re called Mogwai" Steve corrected, laughing, "it's Storm's favorite movie from when he was a kid... I picked Goonies for mine..."

"Oh... well I guess that's kinda cool" you smirked.

There was a long beat, but it was a comfortable quiet.

"So... what's up, ladybug?" Steve finally asked, breaking the silence.

"I... couldn't sleep" you said, narrowing your brows as you faltered for only a second at the new term of endearment, "I know you're trying to be nice... but I won't take Mary's money..."

"You keep saying that" Steve's brows furrowed with confusion.

"Well... it's true..." you were determined.

"Bug... can ya help me out here?" Cappy quipped, "I know that beautiful brain of yours is a lot bigger than mine... but I'm not following."

You felt your cheeks heat as you ducked your face, resting your cheekbone on your knuckles and smiling so hard it made your face hurt.

"Oh... uh... yeah" you sputtered, "well, Frank said the team raised money for Mary last year. If the adoption drive is taking away from fundraising for Mary, I don't want to do it... I won't" you clarified.

"Is that it?" Steve's voice was warm, sighing with relief.

"Well... yeah" you said, "I couldn't sleep."

"You in bed, bug?" that peaked his interest.

"Yes" you said, rolling your eyes at his suggestive tone.

"Me too" he smirked, hooking an arm under his head as he leaned back on his pillow.

"If you ask me what I'm wearing... I'm gonna hang up on you" you threatened.

"The fundraiser won't be taking any money from the fund we have set up for Mary" Steve clarified, smirking at your empty threat.

"Good" you sighed, relief rolling through your body as you sank back into your bed, eyelids feeling heavier, "thank you..."

"No problem, sweetheart" Steve's bedroom voice had a low timbre to it that made you shiver, "I'll talk to you to..." he started.

"Did you remember the shirts?" you interrupted his goodbye.

"Yes, I remembered the shirts" he smiled, "but I got something tomorrow morning so I asked Sam if he could run them over to your place" Steve said.

"OK... I have a class at 10, but I'll be here before then" you confirmed.

"Yup, already told him he needs to be there at 9 to catch you before you leave" Steve said.

"How did you..." you started to ask, fighting back a yawn.

"Your itinerary" Steve smiled, "you added your schedule in case we needed you... I gave you mine too... on a post it in your new planner."

"I saw that" a small smile spread across your face, "along with your hockey schedule- dates and times of all your games... you even let me know when you'd be away."

"Well... I figured you'd want to know for when I ask you on a date" Steve's laugh made your heart flutter.

"Who said we're going on a date?" you goaded.

"Well... hopefully you" Steve laughed, "I've got a five step plan to win you over..."

"That's nice" you sighed, only half hearing him as you started to drift off.

"Night, bug" Steve murmured into the phone.

"Wait!" you rolled over on your side, not wanting to end the call just yet as you cradled the phone gently to your ear, "will you tell me something? Tell me something about Cappy that not many people know..."

"Like what?" he laughed.

"Something you don't use to impress" you smirked, chewing your bottom lip.

"Ummmm... l dunno... I hate peas" he laughed.

"Boo... everyone hates peas" your words were slightly slurred with sleep.

"You're cute" Steve's voice was so soft you almost missed it.

"You're cute" you shot back sleepily before your eyes snapped open, "I mean... I..."

"You think I'm cute" Steve teased.

"No" you chirped, "I was half asleep!"

"You think I'm cute... no take backs..." Steve continued taunting.

"I'm hanging up" you said, half-heartedly.

"No!" Steve laughed, "OK… OK… something no one knows about me? Um... I was a really sick kid... like really sick" he offered, "bad asthma and always had that croupy kinda cough. But my Ma's a nurse and took me to the best doctors around. They told her to try cold air in the winter when my croup got real bad. It's how I started skating when I was around 3... and then I got stronger and started hockey when I was a little older" Steve said.

"Wow... Mr beefcake meatball? A sickly kid? I would have never guessed" you teased affectionately.

"Yeah, hockey's made my lungs stronger. I still have exercise induced asthma but it only gets real bad if I gotta do shifts back-to-back" Steve said.

"You learned how to skate when you were 3?" you sounded a little shocked.

"Yup" Cappy shrugged.

"I don't know how to skate" you yawned.

"Well, we're gonna have to change that" Steve smiled.

"You wanna teach me how how to skate?" you snorted with laughter.

"Yeah" he shrugged, sitting up and leaning against the wall.

"I can't picture you teaching anyone how to skate" you laughed.

"Hey... I've helped out at mini mite camps back home" he said, "I'm gonna teach Mary too" he continued, "gonna get her her first pair of skates... and no figure skates, hockey skates."

"Can Mary even walk?" you smiled, your stomach doing a flip at how cute Steve was with Frank's niece.

"She's crawling and pulling up on the coffee table" Steve said, "she'll be ready soon."

"That’ll be cute" you smiled into the phone.

"You can come watch" Steve offered, "if you want... I can teach you both..."

"Frank wouldn't mind?" you asked.

"Not at all... Frank really likes you... he's never that... not cranky" Steve said with a laugh.

"He likes me?" you smirked, "maybe you could... give him my number..." you goaded.

"Really?" Cappy huffed, not sure if you were serious or not.

"Yeah... I mean he's really cute" you smirked, "and then there's Mary" you teased.

"But I introduced you to Mary!" Steve grumbled.

"You think Frank would teach me how to skate?" you were just being mean now.

"Really?" Cappy's voice went up an octave.

"No... you doofus! I'm messing with you" a fit of sleepy giggles followed before you added, "as much as I know I'll regret it... I kinda have my eye on another meatball" your heart was kicking against your ribcage.

"I knew it" Cappy sat up, pumping a fist into the air as he jumped up from his bed, scaring Gretzky in the process, and doing his go-to goal celly.

"Don't ruin it" you whined, rolling your eyes as you laughed at the image of him celebrating around his room.

"So... you wanna come over after the game this weekend?" his excitement with palpable.

"Won't Bonnie or any of your other adoring fans be disappointed?" you smirked.

"No" Steve shrugged sitting back down on his bed before his tone dropped serious, "I'm not seeing anyone. Frank wasn't lying... I haven't had a girl over since that night."

"Bully for you" you voice was dripping with sarcasm, "you know that's not really an accomplishment, right? Most people aren't bedding a new person every night..."

"Bedding a new person" Steve snorted.

"What?" you frowned.

"Nothing... I just like the way you talk..." he smiled, "you remind me of Frank."

"I remind you of your best friend?" you asked, "isn't that weird?"

"No" Steve shrugged, "I kinda like it."

"So... say I do come over... what will we do?" you asked, "I'm not showering with you..."

"Like just this weekend or ever?" Steve asked.

"What?" you squeaked.

"You'd never shower with me?" Steve smirked.

"What?... I... no" you felt your cheeks flush with warmth.

"Never?" he pressed, "not even if you were my girlfriend?"

"When was the last time you had a girlfriend?" you scoffed.

"I don't know..." Cappy said, "when was the last time you had a boyfriend?"

"About a year ago" you said, "he... it was long distance and just didn't work out. He said I didn't make enough time for him... that I wasn't a good girlfriend."

"Hmmm" Steve's tone didn't give much away.

"What?" you chirped, embarrassed at your lack-of-sleep induced overshare.

"I think you'd make a good girlfriend" he said it so matter-of-factly that it made your stomach flip.

"How would you even know?" you smiled bashfully, rubbing at your tired eyes with the back of your hand.

"Only one way to find out" Steve smirked.

"Oh... you're good" you scoffed, "gross... you’re too good at that" you cringed, "so that's how you do it?"

"Do what?" Steve asked.

"Get all the ladies?" you said, "you're using your meatball charms on me..."

"What? Meatball charms?" Steve snorted, "no...I'm... we were just talking..."

"So... how many has this worked on?" you smirked, "how many women are you just talking to at a time?" you asked out of curiosity.

"I mean... I don't know... do you want a list?" Steve asked with a nervous exhale.

"Is that how you keep track?" you asked, honestly.

"Geez, bug" Steve choked, "you really think I'm that bad?"

"What you do is on you... no judgment" you said.

"Bullshit" Steve shot back, "you've been judging me since we first met..."

"I have not" you chirped.

"Who gave me the charming Captain Meatball nickname that I just can’t seem to shake?" he smirked.

"I... oh, shit" you laughed, "you're right" you confessed with a heavy exhale, "well… if it makes you feel any better… I know now that there's more to you then just a meatball that sleeps with everyone in sight."

"Thank yo..." Steve started.

"A teeny-tiny bit more..." you interrupted him with a giggle.

"Whatever" he laughed, leaning back on his pillow and rolling his eyes playfully.

"I wouldn't normally mind... about who you're sleeping with" you pointed out, "the only reason I care is because..." you paused.

"Because?" you could hear the curiosity in his tone.

"Because I guess I kinda like you" you surrendered.

"That wasn't so hard" Steve laughed as you rolled your eyes, "you know I wasn't always like this..." he offered.

"Like what?" you asked.

"I had a girlfriend all freshman year and another one sophomore into the first part of junior year... and then after Frank left the team... I dunno... I just started hooking up with random girls..." Steve offered, honestly.

"I'm sorry" you whispered, "it must have been hard to watch your best friend go through that.. to lose him on the team."

"Nahh" Steve shrugged, "what he's had to deal with was so much worse... losing his sister, taking on Mary... his family's no help and he's not even sure when he'll finish school..." Steve's voice was strained with emotion and it made your chest tighten.

"I'm sorry, Steve..." you said, "we don't have to..."

"No... I'm glad it came up..." he cleared his throat, "I like talking to you, y/n."

"I like talking to you too, Steve" you smiled.

“Think that’s the first time you’ve used my real name” he smiled into the phone.

“It’s a nice name” you yawned, stretching your arms up over your head with a squeak.

"Oh, shit" Steve cursed, "it's real late... I'm sorry!"

"It's OK" you yawned again, "you don’t have to go…”

“I’ll talk to you soon, sweetheart” his laugh was light and warm.

“I'll talk to you soon” you sighed.

"Oh and uh... I tweak the tshirt order a little, but I think you'll actually like it..." Steve said.

"Wait?" You shot up in your bed, "Steve what did you..."

"OK, sweet dreams, bug! Byyyeee" he rushed before the line went dead and the call ended.

"Damnit, Crappy!" you cursed, falling back on your pillow with a huff.

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DAREDEVIL 1.13 | ’DAREDEVIL’

Friends with Sweatshirt Benefits (2/?)

(GIF by the talented @chrisevansedits)

Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Jake Jensen x female reader

Warnings: Yenzy being ridiculously soft and cute, mention of legal age binge drinking, explicit sexual content- making out and groping, light nudity, explicit language, friends with benefits (must be 18+)

Word Count: ~1.5K

A/N: I just needed a little super soft Yenzy today 🥺❤️

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Yenzy x y/n

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

"Yenzy?" You whisper-yelled down the darkened hallway, giggling to yourself, you tiptoed to his room, knocking on the door before pushing it open far enough to peek your head in.

"Y/N?" you heard him ask in surprise, "come in..." he offered.

You pushed his door open, teetering tipsily on your heels before stumbling into the room. You looked around the dimly lit space, blinking your eyes back into focus before finding Jake in his bed. His arm was tucked lazily behind his head with a book in his hand.

"Hey" he smirked, laying the book to his bare chest as you made your way to his bed, bringing one knee up and kneeling at the edge as you smiled coyly.

“Shut up” you whined, playfully, “this is how cute you look just sitting in bed?”

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at your shameless flirting.

"Need any help getting tucked in?" you raised a brow suggestively, crawling into bed and lying down next to him.

Yenzy watched you with amusement, his eyes dipping to the plunging neckline of your dress.

"Hey, special friend" you purred, batting at his chest and accidentally knocking his book off when you finally made it up the bed, "whatcha doing?" you smirked.

"Hi, y/n" he laughed, taking his glasses off and putting them and the book on his bedside table, you took this gesture as an invitation to join him further up the bed, nestling into the crook of his arm and resting your head on his chest.

Jensen's breath hitched in his throat as he watched you snuggle comfortably into his side.

"I was reading" he managed to find his words after a beat, "what are you doing?" Yenzy asked with a nervous laugh, bringing his arm down but not really knowing where to put it.

He finally settled for the middle of your back, tentatively placing it there as you tilted your head to look at him. Your goofy grin made him want to kiss you as his gaze fell to your tempting lips.

It had been a few weeks of stollen kisses and light groping, always you initiating, but Yenzy wasn’t complaining. He was even getting less and less jittery with every lip lock.

"Birthday bar crawl" you sighed, "but the girls wanted to stop here to pre game with the hockey boys..."

"And you're not pre gaming?" he asked, rubbing his hand gently up and down your spine.

"I wanted to find you" you smiled, bashfully, resting your chin over your hand at his bare chest. Yenzy's cheeks flushed pink, rushing to the tips of his ears. 

"That so?" he goaded, "and what did you need me for?"

You bottom lip was trapped between your teeth as you blinked at him, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. Yenzy licked his lips, hesitating for only a moment before he pushed up on his elbow, brushing a soft kiss over your lips.

Your stomach flipped as a sigh spilled from your blooming chest. His lips so soft against yours.

Yenzy ooofed, the breath punched from his lungs when you consumed him in a needy kiss, swinging your leg over his narrow waist and sweeping your tongue into his mouth. He groaned when your hand ran up his chest to the back of his neck, fingers carding though his hair and giving it a light tug.

You ran your hand back down the span of his tone body, Jake's lower half pressed under the comforter as his arm circled around your back, gripping as the curve of your hip and swallowing your moans.

A shiver ran down your spine when Yenzy's knuckles ghosted up and down your back, full on making out now. He groaned against your lips, gripping your sides and pulling you on top of him.

"And you're all gussied up for the bars?" he murmured, the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile.

"My friend’s birthday" you said, sitting up to straddle his waist and smiling fondly down at him. You could get used to seeing him from this angle.

"And... uh... are pants optional at this party?" Yenzy teased warm fingers over the bare skin at your thighs, your dress bunched up over your legs and barely covering your panties.

"I wish pants were optional at this party" you giggled, pressing up on your knees and leaning down into him. Your lips finding his as your hand dipped below his comforter and cupped his bulge through his sweatpants.

"Hmmmm" Yenzy hummed, "hey...uh...?" he continued nervously, breaking the kiss and taking your wrist as he gently lifted you back into his lap while sitting up, "think we should... probably talk" he started.

"Said no fun person at a party EVER" you pouted out your bottom lip playfully as Yenzy snorted, reaching over and grabbing his glasses off the table before putting them back on.

"Too serious" you frowned as he rolled his eyes, kissing your forehead before he continued.

"Y/N... it's just..." you were having a hard time focusing on Yenzy’s words with his thumbs rubbing absentmindedly into the curve of your hips, "you know I gotta focus on hockey and school and I..." his words were strangled on a groan when you started kissing along his chiseled jawline.

"How about you focus on those things an' I'll focus on your cock?" you whispered before sucking on his earlobe.

"Christ" Yenzy choked, pulling away only to press his forehead to yours as he cradled your face in his large hands, a growl rumbling low in his chest.

Your hands ran down the length of him, tracing every chisel muscle in his torso before dipping between you and rubbing over the hard length in his lap. Yenzy grunted, eyes screwed shut as his pink lips parted.

"First I'll start with my mouth" you smirked, kissing along his neck as he bucked into your hand with a groan, "then I'll..." but you were cut off when Yenzy crashed his lips to yours as he pulled you back down on the bed with him, his resolve dissolving as your tongue swept past his lips.

"Fuck" he groaned, "you're so fucking hot... I... fuck..."

"I just wanna ride your fat cock, Yenzy" you moaned as he scrambled to lift you while pushing the comforter down, you were now straddling his hips with no blanket barrier while he pushed your dress up, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing through your panties as you purred against his lips.

You cupped Yenzy though his pants, panties going damp when he twitched in your hand with a grunt.

"Hey, y/n?" you heard the birthday girl call from the stairs, "where are you?" she sang with a hiccup and a giggle.

Yenzy let out a heavy exhale as he stilled his ministrations and you broke the kiss, both of you panting as you sat up.

"Is she with Cappy?" you heard another friend ask.

"No... Cappy already left for the bar" someone else chimed in.

"Y/N... we gotta go" the birthday girl whined, "I wanna do my birthday shots..."

"Did she fall asleep in Cappy's bed?" you heard someone ask at the sound of heels climbing stairs.

"Coming" you yelled to your friends “gimme a minute,” you called, smirking down at Yenzy's pants tent before you moved to stand up, climbing off of him carefully and pulling your dress back in place.

"That's a really short dress" Yenzy smirked, watching you appreciatively as you checked your reflection in the mirror that hung on the back of his bedroom door, "you sure you're not gonna get cold?" he asked, standing up and adjusting his sweatpants before crossing the room to his desk.

"I'll be fine" you assured, bending over to fix your heel as your dress rose up, giving him a peek of your round ass in your thong panties.

You heard Jensen swear under his breath as you stood up, turning and walking over to him while his mouth hung open- brain glitching a little at the glimpse you just gave him.

"You OK?" you giggled, running your hands up his chest as he leaned into your touch with a groan.

"Can you wear this... please?" he asked, pulling his zip up hockey hoodie off the back of his chair and wrapping it around you.

"It has your number on it" you smirked, looking down at the hoodie as he helped you shrug it on, "and your name..."

"And it covers your ass" he smiled, reaching to grab the zipper before zipping it up to your chin.

"And why do I need my ass covered?" you goaded, taking a step towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck as you pressed into his chest with a knowing smirk.

"Just..." he shivered at your touch before leaning down and pecking a soft kiss to your lips, "wear it... please?"

"Anything for you, Jake" you whispered, giving him one more chaste kiss before turning on your heels. Yenzy blew out an exhale, a soft smile spreading across his flushed face as he watched his name and number -scrawled across your back- skipping from his room.

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Ari’s Little Stole-Away

Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Ari Levinson x female reader

Warnings: college drinking, possible underaged college drinking mentioned, end of year binge drinking mentioned, slight angst, unrequited feelings, explicit sexual content- mention of oral (m receiving), implied sexual content, explicit language, SIZE kink- Ari is 6’6 without skates, reader is small (must be 18+)

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: this one shot takes place almost 2 years before Light that Lamp.

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Levs (Ari) x itty bitty

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

"Itty bit?" Ari's warm baritone boomed from the staircase, "you up here?" you could hear his larger-than-life frame stalking down the hallway.

You squealed with intoxicated glee, making yourself as small as possible as you ducked the rest of the way into the enormous hockey duffle bag, tucking your head in just as he rounded the corner into his bedroom.

"Bit?" Ari called, gripping the doorframe to steady himself as he surveyed the space.

It was the last few days of your sophomore year and you had both indulged in a few too many at the end of year Gong-Show-Stopper.

Ari was leaving tomorrow to go back to Canada for the summer and you were trying to drown your sorrows in a vat of Cappy's puck-bunny pantie droppin' punch.

"Itty?" Ari called again, looking around the dimly lit room.

You cupped your hand over your mouth, an attempt to muffle your tipsy giggles as Ari's eyes landed on the wiggly bag at the base of his bed.

"Hmmmm" Ari hummed, theatrically, "where could my itty bit be?"

You hugged your knees to your chest, a fit of hiccups overtaking you as you tried to hold off another round of giggles.

"Well... I guess I better get going home" Ari continued, bending over and picking up his bag, with you in it, before slinging it clumsily over his shoulder.

"Oh, Canada..." Ari hummed low in his chest as he turned to leave the room.

Ari let his hand run down the length of the bag, lingering when he found the curve of your ass. He smirked when he heard you gasp, drawing his palm back and bringing it down with a hard crack to your backside. Ari laughed when you cried out.

"Levs" you chirped, jolting and making him fumble the bag, both of you crashing to the floor in a heap as he tried to catch you.

"Fuck... sorry" Ari groaned, "didn't mean to drop you, bit."

"Shit" you hissed, pushing your way out of the bag and siting up with your hair all askew, grumbling about him being the pain in your ass.

"What were you doing in there?" Ari asked, leaning on his elbow casually as he stretched across the floor with a lazy smirk.

"You weren't supposed to find me" you whined, pouting out your bottom lip playfully, "I was trying to stole-away so you'd take me to Canada."

"Stowaway" Ari smiled, sitting up and yanking his hockey duffle, with you still in it, closer- his long legs caging you in as he attempted to smooth your hair back in place.

"Yeah... stole-away" you hiccuped, leaning into his touch with a purr.

"Stow-away" he tried correcting you again as your nose knocked against his with a soft hum.

"Hi" you whispered, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in your chest when his smiled sleepily at you. 

"Hi, my little stole-away" Ari's smile was almost shy as his eyes flickered to your mouth, licking his lips and pausing for only a second before leaning into you as your stomach did a somersault.

"No" you squeaked, your hands slapping over his face, hastily covering his mouth and beard as you pushed him away from you.

"No what?" Ari grunted a laugh, confused at your reaction.

"No kissing!" your huffed, emotions on high.

"Oh, come on" Ari scoffed, "you totally wanted me to kiss you... been giving me that look all night..."

"What look" you exhaled, narrowing your eyes at him.

"That kiss me look" Ari's smile was too smug for his own good.

"I have not" you chirped, "I am not one of your groupies" you emphasized, "we've never kissed before... we're not starting now..."

"You've sucked my cock" Ari smirked as you pushed your way out of the duffle bag, your thighs clenching involuntarily at the mention of his thick cock.

"That's different" you scowled, "and we agreed... this wasn't going to become a thing..." you motioned between you and Ari.

"How is that different?" Ari laughed, shaking his head with confusion as he watched you shimmy out of the duffle back, a baby gazelle on new legs, wobbling before he offered you a large hand to steady yourself.

"It just..." you sighed, giving pause to the moment as your thoughts tried to catch up, "is..." you settled on as you scrambled up to his bed, sitting down and leaning over to unbuckle your shoes.

"What if I wanna?"Ari asked.

"You want to kiss me?" your voice cracked, feeling a heat crawl over your cheeks as your heart hammered against your ribcage.

"Well... I'm drunk... you're drunk. We can make out a little" he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

But it was a big deal. You felt yourself slipping and you knew you couldn't. You couldn't fall for Ari. He didn't see you that way.

You refused to meet Ari's gaze, scowling as your fingers fumbled with your shoes. Falling back on his bed with a heavy exhale of frustration.

Ari joined you on the bed, taking your ankle in his large hands as he set your foot in his lap, gently working the buckles of your shoes open before pulling you foot out. You sighed, room spinning a little while you watched him remove your other shoe.

"Kisses are for when it matters" you murmured, unable to tear your eyes from him when his gentle touch stirred something deep in your belly.

"You do matter" Ari was quick to answer, removing his tshirt and throwing it at you as he stood to shuck his shorts off, tossing them to the floor before pulling the comforter back and slipping into his bed.

You frowned, but quickly removed your shirt- platonic sleepovers had quickly become your weekend routine unless one of you was seeing someone else. Ari leaned back staring up at the ceiling as you slipped into his oversized shirt.

"No... I mean..." you grunted, leaning back in his bed as you struggled to wiggle out of your pants. Ari sat up, giving you a playful eye roll while gripping the bottom of your pant legs and tugging them down your body.

"Thank you" you felt your face heat again when Ari got a flash of your panties before you scrambled backwards under the comforter.

"You matter, bit" Ari smiled, watching you get comfortable, sinking into the familiar bed as your eyelids got heavy.

"I know..." you smiled watching him reach over to turn off the bedside light, "I just... kisses are for when this matters, Levs."

"This?" Ari asked as you took a deep breath.

"When I'm more than just your next willing throat" you swallowed down that bitter bile taste of tipsy over-sharing, "if" you tried to correct quickly, but it was already now.

Ari was quiet for several minutes, pensive as he appeared to be lost in thought before turning towards you with a smile.

"You matter... you're special, bit... not like any of the others" he finally said as you felt yourself slip away- giving in to the tired as it seeped into your bones. You sighed melting into Ari's chest when he pulled you into his side.

"You're special to me too" you murmured, just about drifting into a light sleep as Ari spoke again.

"Ya know what would be really special?" Ari ducked closer and you could feel the smirk of his lips brushing over your crown.

"Don't..." you groaned.

"A special goodbye from a willing throat" Ari's voice cut through the silence only to be met with a pillow right to his stupidly pretty face.

Ari grunted as you giggled sleepily, rolling away from him before he wrapped his thick arm around your waist, tugging your back to his chest- his little spoon- made just for him.

Soon you were lulled to a restless sleep- listening to the low rumble of his chest.

Bright sunlight streaming in through the window made you groan. The disappointed made your chest feel unbearably tight when you rolled over to an empty bed. It was early enough that the air wafting in through the cracked window was still crisp with a bite of cool summer breeze. You stretched, arms reaching out over Ari's side of the bed, your brows furrowing when you felt how cold his spot was under your fingertips. Your heart clenching in your chest before you heard him walk back into his bedroom, bending to stuff something in his packed duffle bag.

"There she is” he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I gotta get going soon..."

"OK" you murmured, pulling his sheets up over your face, just your eyes blinking sleepily up at him.

"Come here, bit" he opened his large arms, waiting for a hug.

"I haven't brushed my teeth" you squeaked in protest before he ripped the sheet from your grasp, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up to a seated position.

"Hey!" you yipped, mildly protesting Ari's gentle manhandling when his took you by the wrists and tugged you into his lap.

"I don't care, bit... get over here" he laughed, tugging you against his chest and pulling you in his lap, "I'm gonna miss you" he said, pressing a kiss to the sleep matted crown of your head.

"I'm gonna miss you" your arms wrapped around his waist as you took a deep breath, trying to memorize his scent.

"You don't gotta leave if you don't want... Cappy's here for the summer" Ari said.

"Rooming with Cap for the summer?" you snorted, "no thanks."

"Yeah... probably not a good idea" Levs laughed, his hand ran down the length of your back as you shivered into him.

"Don't forget me, pretty girl" Ari gave you another quick squeeze and your eyes quickly filled with tears, choking on a watery scoff.

"I won't" you sniffed, wiping at your eyes as Ari pulled away, holding you at arms length to study your face.

"Aw, bit... don't cry" Ari teased, pulling you back into his chest in a crushing hug.

You melted into him, tears streaking his shirt before you pulled away.

"You better get on the road" you cleared your throat, slipping from Ari's lap back into his bed.

Ari smiled warmly at you before leaning over and grabbing his duffle bag. He pressed a wordless kiss to your forehead before standing and walking out of his room. Ari paused at the door, turning back to you, but didn't say anything as he left the room.

You breathed out a heavy exhale, slumping back against his pillow with a whimper. How were you going to survive the entire summer without him?

"Hey, bit?" Ari called, walking back into the room with purpose and dropping his duffle to the floor with a thunk.

“It matters" he murmured, kneeling down next to you and framing your face in his large hands as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss.

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