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: Masturbation, teasing/edging, rough sex, and Matty being extremely down bad as usual
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It was now a while since Matthew got injured, and he felt much better. We walked around the neighborhood and the Florida sun showed no mercy this evening as it was burning hot outside, and I let out a sigh from the heat. "Why is it so hot outside?" I asked and looked into his eyes.
"You know why, Y/N—it's 'cause I'm right here." He said and bit his lip, giggling.
"Oh, Matty Boy, you're so funny..." I laughed as I started to blush and kept walking. Why are his comments like this so cringe but so good at the same time?
We kept walking and I looked at him and smiled. "You know, I wasn't a Panthers fan until I met you." I said.
"Really?" He asked and looked at me with his shocked eyes. I smiled and we kept talking and walking for a while before we walked back home.
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It was now evening and I sat down on the couch while Matthew took a shower. I had already showered earlier that day and was only wearing some underwear and one of his old jerseys. Scrolling through my phone, I was zoned out when I heard him walk out of the bathroom.
"Hey, Y/N." He said as he walked into the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He sat down next to me and gave me a kiss, resting his hand on my thigh. "What's up?"
"Nothing much, Matt. 'Just been scrolling for a while." I said and put my phone on the side table. I turned around to face him and saw the bulge in his boxers, my face turning bright red. Oh, that's why he's talking to me...
I kept staring at his crotch and he put his other hand on my chin and tilted my head up so I could see his face. "Like what you see?" He asked in a smug voice.
