Note: updates are inconsistent 'cause I got stuff going on life
NHL Imagines and One Shots. This may contain smut so yeah (every other story is smut, by the way.) Idk what else to say here. Have fun reading.
Other warnings: Oral, public sex, and your favorite rat from Boston (Help—he looks like my science teacher from 7th grade, NAURRRR-)
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"You're so beautiful, Y/N." Brad said, looking into my eyes as we stood in the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and continued applying my mascara, trying to be as quick as possible. I was almost done with the rest of my makeup when I felt his hands resting on my waist.
"I love your body..." He said, moving his hands lower after I finished putting my makeup on. "How am I gonna control myself at this party when you're wearing this?" He added, tugging at the revealing outfit I was wearing—a nice crop top and leggings.
"Just find a way." I sighed and took his hands off of my body. "Or not, if that's how it'll be." I added, suggestively winking at him.
"Alright, queen." He said. We finished getting ready and then we left to go to the party.
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Brad and I got to the party, which was in a beautiful outdoor venue. We must've got there late, there were already a lot of people running around and partying. We got through the entrance and made our way toward the dance floor.
"Good thing we wore sneakers." I said, holding his hand while we ran to the crowds of people surrounding the DJ. I pulled my man onto the dance floor with me and we started dancing at the center of the crowd.
"Ugh, I don't like this song." He groaned after he heard the first few words of the next song. I ignored his complaining and started doing Fortnite dances just to annoy him. He rolled his eyes in frustration, grabbed my hand, and pulled me toward him.
"What kinda dance is that? Faker!" Brad shouted in my face and I stopped holding his hand. "Even I can dance better."
"Really? I thought you didn't want to dance. Or go to this party." I said with a smug look on my face and he sighed. We held hands then proceeded to do backflips together for every beat in the rest of the song.
We collapsed on the floor laughing and I got back up to continue partying. It started to rain when I heard our favorite song start to play, so I picked Brad up and pulled him toward me. Even though my leggings were drenched from the rain, I still wanted to dance with him. I looked at him and donned a smirk on my mascara-covered face.
"What do you mean you don't like to dance in the rain?" I asked him.
"Who said I didn't?" He muttered and I pulled him close to me to dance. "Let's go, Y/N."
"Remember the feelings, remember the day... My stone heart was breaking, my love ran away..." I sang along, feeling Brad's hands touching me again. He turned me around and giggled, starting to dance as well.
"This moment I knew I would be someone else, my love turned around and I felt..." He sang, and pulled me into a kiss.
"Be my bad boy, be my man... Be my weekend lover, but don't be my friend." I sang as we started to make out. He took my hand and started to walk off the dance floor, realizing this wasn't the best place for it. It was much easier to walk now that the rain started to clear up.
"You can be my bad boy—but understand that I don't need you in my life again." I continued singing as we walked away. I felt my man continue to put his hands on me and I realized that he didn't want a dance from me, anymore—he wanted more. And so did I.
I thought of a place where I could relieve my boyfriend's urges, and decided to hit him up. "Excuse me, do you know where any porta-potties are?" I asked some random girl at the party and quickly winked at my man. The random partygoer directed us and we walked there.
"T-thank you, Y/N. I wouldn't have been able to ask-" Brad mumbled, blushing.
"Oh, no need to thank me." I said and opened the porta-potty's door, locking it behind us two as we crammed ourselves into the small space.
"It smells so bad in here-" He scoffed. I cut himself off and looked at him in annoyance.
"Do you want me to satisfy you or not?" I muttered. "Because the more you complain, the longer this will take."
"Yes, okay, just do it already." He groaned. I nodded my head and pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing what was causing him those urges earlier. Without warning, I knelt down and started blowing him.
"Y/N-" He moaned, getting cut off by me again. I took my mouth off of him and frowned.
"Be quiet, Brad." I hissed. "The hundreds of people here don't need to know about this."
"Sorry." He whispered, then I knelt back down and continued sucking. I picked up the pace and was going as fast as I could when I felt him getting close. He twitched and started to gasp, then I slowed down.
I quickly covered his mouth with my hand as he came into my mouth, feeling the vibrations from his gasp radiating through my arm. I backed away and swallowed, smiling for a few seconds. He promptly put his pants back on and we both hightailed it out of there. While the both of us ran away, we heard a couple people talking in the distance.
"I hope whoever was in there is okay—they were in there for a while." One person said in a worried voice.
"Yeah, it sounded like they were in pain. It must be diarrhea—food poisoning or something, the food here sucked after all." The other person agreed.
We kept walking and laughed. "Yeah, food poisoning—as if that was the case." I chuckled. Food poisoning wouldn't have even been possible, anyway—as the thing I just tasted was amazing.
We walked to the car and Brad smiled. "I love you, Y/N." He said and unlocked the car. "Now, let's head home."
"Yeah, and I love you too, Brad. We'll go relax at home together, now." I replied and we got in the car. He drove back home and we enjoyed the rest of the night, free of any crowds or excess noise.
