A/N: I need help. So much help I’m not even kidding guys.
This was lowkey inspired by and NSFW ask I answered ages ago that @thiccthighsandhockeyguys suggested I expand on.
So… I did a lot of expanding.
Word Count: 3781
Players: Morgan Rielly and Freddie Andersen
Warnings: FUCKING ALL OF THEM. SMUT. CURSING. DO NOT READ UNLESS STRONG. THIS IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. I’VE ALREADY MENTIONED HOW TWISTED I AM.
To say that you and Mo had a competitive sex life was an understatement.
You could say you were compatible, sure, but in truth, you weren’t sure you had ever met someone willing to keep up with you like Morgan. Anything you suggested, he was able to go one step further. If you thought you’d found his line, or yours even, he would go on to prove how entirely wrong you were.
The acts of vulgarity started small, tame, really. You both were feeling frustrated at a pool party Auston was throwing. It had only taken a few mimosa’s for you to start getting heated at the simple sight of your shirtless boyfriend. You were never subtle about the gazes you would give him. When he saw your eyes, slightly hooded and always dark, he knew he had no chance. He had to find the nearest closed off area and fuck your brains out before you went completely and utterly mad.
You were openly biting your lip and staring at his glistening wet body when he finally made eye contact with you. In that instant, Morgan looked like he had turned to stone. He swallowed his drink and approached you.
“Want to go for a walk babe?” He offered his hand to help you off of your lounge chair.