Hockey Imagines

*Welcome Home- Tyler Seguin

A/N: heyooo it's been a while. just so you don't like geek out bc it's different I'm gonna try to start writing in second person instead of first so it's more like an actual imagine and less like a fan fiction or something you know? So, yeah! Enjoy (;

WARNING: THIS IMAGINE IS NSFW! If you are uncomfortable with sexual situations, DO NOT READ THIS IMAGINE

"Fuck!" You heard, followed by shattering glass, as you walked into your home after finally getting home from the airport. You had been in Boston visiting some friends you met while Tyler was playing for the Bruins. You had become very close and one of the couples had just had a baby. It wasn't until after you had left for Boston that Tyler found out he would be playing in Game 2 against Minnesota. You couldn't get an earlier flight home so you had to miss it.

You put your bags down, walked towards the kitchen and then heard a small crash. As you walk in you find Tyler bending over, reaching for whatever had fallen. You got closer and saw a pair of crutches and a wine glass shattered into a million pieces, wine spilled all over the floor.

"Tyler, what happened?" He looked up at you and then back at the shattered wine glass on the floor.

"Shit, babe. Uh, I think that was your favorite wine glass." You looked at him in shock that he thought your concern was with the dumb glass you got at a wine festival on your 21st birthday.

"I don't care about the stupid glass, what happened to you? Why are you on crutches again?" You were frantic and you went to pick up his crutches so he could stand up properly.

"It's a long story and I'll tell you after I clean up my mess." He went to bend over and pick up a larger piece before you stopped him.

"Tyler, you're on crutches and don't have any shoes on, you are not picking up broken glass! Go sit in the living room, I'll do it." You take in a deep breath and let it go as he starts hobbling away. After clearing all of the glass off the floor and mopping up the wine, you grabbed two new glasses, filled them up, and walked into the living room. You joined Tyler on the couch and handed him a glass.

"Okay, what happened?" you asked, looking him in the eyes to show that all of your attention was on him.

"Well, I got out there and I was so pumped to be back and then I tore my calf skating. Medical said it was from a lack of leg days." He paused, taking a large gulp of wine, almost drinking the whole glass. "God dammit! This stupid fucking Achilles just keeps messing everything up! I can't play, I can't work out, I can barely even pleasure my fiancée."

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I feel terrible." your hands flew up to your face, covering it.

"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault, don't beat yourself up."

"No, it is my fault! Every time I miss a game, you get hurt." He grabs your face in his large hands and kisses you forehead before reassuring you again.

"Y/N, it's only two games. You've missed way more games than that in the past five years and I didn't get hurt in any of those games and I didn't get hurt in any games I played before we met. My Achilles is not your fault and neither is this stupid calf injury, okay?"

"Okay." He kisses your forehead once again and then you get an idea. "Can I at least make it up to you for missing your first game back? Maybe make you feel better?" You place your wine on the coffee table, straddling his waist and placing a kiss right below his ear. "I was gone a whole week and I missed you like crazy." A kiss to the corner of his lips.

He placed his, now empty, wine glass on the small end table next to the couch, his hands going to your waist, rubbing up and down your sides.

"I think I would like that very much." He kisses your neck, sucking gently and leaving a mark, as if you were still horny teenagers.

Your lips meet and you kiss passionately, ridding yourselves of your clothes and continuing to run your hands all over each other's bodies. You begin to palm him through his boxers and when he has completely hardened under your touch, you go to snake down his body, but he stops you.

"No foreplay tonight. I just want you to ride me right now." He growled in your ear and you obliged, sliding his boxers down his legs and straddling him again. You sank down onto him, feeling his large member spread you apart. You missed the feeling of him inside of you so much that just that one motion was almost enough to push you towards euphoria.

"Oh god, baby, you feel so tight around me." He groaned before sucking on the skin covering your collar bones. You begin to move, finally adjusted to his size. No matter how many years of this you weren't used to him yet. As you bounced up and down on top of him you muttered a string of profanities along with his name. They just kept rolling off of your tongue and it didn't help that Tyler was whispering his dirtiest thoughts in your ear. All of the things he would do to you if his leg was healed. You couldn't hold your orgasm in anymore.

"Tyler, I'm gonna come."

"Me too, baby. Just come all over my cock." Just those few words were enough to push you over the edge. You let out a loud, pornstar-like moan. Usually it would turn you and Tyler off but that was all natural, nothing fake about it. As you clenched around him, still riding out your orgasm, he twitched and came inside of you. You went on birth control just so he wouldn't have to wear condoms or pull out and it was the best decision you had ever made, he felt so good bare. As you both rode out your highs, your breathing heavy, he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheeks, your shoulders, anything he could reach.

"Welcome Home." he said as you both laid down on the couch, snuggling together and falling asleep in each other's arms.