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.
Note: It's suggestive at some parts (especially at the end) but there's no smut
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I sat in the stands of T-Mobile Arena, my heart racing with excitement as I saw Mark skate onto the ice. It's not often that I get to go to my husband's games, but when I do, it's amazing. I had a great feeling about tonight and kept my eyes glued on the Panthers' net.
"Come on, babe, make me proud tonight." I said to myself as he skated toward the net, in possession of the puck. Being close to the ice, I got to see everything, which reminded me of how much I loved watching him play.
I was deep in thought when I heard the goal horn sound, then saw Mark and his teammates join for a group celly. The rest of the game was amazing—I was ecstatic after he scored a hat trick. As the game ended, I was excited to go home and thought of several ways that him and I could 'celebrate' at home together.
I got to my apartment and crashed on the couch. Several hours later, I was laying down when I heard some knocking at the door. I hastily jumped off the couch and ran to the door. "Who is it?" I asked.
"It's me, Y/N!" I heard from the other side of the door. I opened it and saw Mark standing there with a huge smile on his face. He ran through the doorway and I pulled him in for a kiss. He must be happy—I don't blame him.
I passionately kissed him on the lips and pulled away. We looked at each other, smiling while staring into each other's eyes, until he broke the silence. "Are you proud of me, baby~?" He softly said as he put his hands on my waist.
"Yes, yes I am. You already know that, Mark." I said as I brought him closer and he started to blush. I hugged him tight and pulled him in for another kiss. Feeling his tongue pry open my lips, I opened my mouth and we started to make out.
A few seconds later, he took his tongue out of my mouth and put his hands on my shoulders, smiling, and slowly blinked. It wasn't long until his innocent, cheerful grin morphed into a sinister smirk. I saw the dark, brooding look in his eyes and brought him closer to me.
"Now show me." Mark said in a low, bold voice. He took his hands off my shoulders and pushed me away.
"S-Show you what?" I nervously asked, then he giggled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Show me how proud you are." He demanded. I was confused about what he meant until I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. Oh. Oh. I stared at his crotch, my face bright red. I looked back up and stared into his eyes, seeing him standing there in front of me, in deep thought.
"Do you know what I mean, Y/N?" He asked in a smug voice. I nodded my head and jumped up and down in excitement.Yes, yes! Yes, Mark—I know what you mean. He smiled and grabbed my hand, then he ran to the bedroom.
Mark locked the door behind us and stared hungrily into my eyes. "Now show me, baby." He said as he started to undo his belt. Oh hell yeah... That's what I'm talking about!
—————————————————————— Author's Note: This is the first installment in a series of a few fics I'm making that are based on the Stanley Cup Finals. I'm not a Vegas fan, so it was hard for me to write this (just kidding.) I hope you like this fic and the other ones that I'm working on!
