Hockey Imagines

*Mistletoe - Auston Matthews

A/N: hey all! I know its been a while but i've just been super busy with college stuff so! I meant to finish this for Christmas but obviously that didn't happen but here it is! also this imagine doesn't actually contain mistletoe in it but I couldn't think of a better title.

This story contains sexual content and is considered nsfw

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house; not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the Toronto Maple Leafs partied without care; in a loud, boozy nightclub, perfect for their affair.

Riffling through your closet for something to wear tonight, you began to get frustrated. You had bought a specific dress for tonight. Some of Auston's teammates were throwing a Christmas party and you were stressing out. You've only met his teammates a few times and they didn't seem to like you very much. You didn't know what it was, but you were sure to change their minds.

As you searched and searched for the black, lace, body-con, you began to get frustrated. It's almost as if you had never bought it at all. After a good half an hour of searching, you decide to look for something else to wear. You settle on a black, mini body-con with a lace-up back. As you look at the time and realize how late you're going to be, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Y/N, are you going to be ready some time this century?" Auston says, chuckling lowly before stopping in his tracks. "You must be trying to kill me." He looks you up and down in the dress, almost working up a sweat as you twirl around for him.

"You like?" His hands fly to your waist as he kisses you softly.

"If we don't leave now, I might have to hold you and this dress captive for the night." His lips travel from your ear down your neck and to your collarbones, peppering delicate kisses across your skin as you giggle and push him away.

"Your buddies are waiting for us." You reasoned as he groaned at the loss of your skin on his.

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You arrived 30 minutes late, about 20 minutes later than you would have been if Auston hadn't lost his keys. You looked all around the house for them until he remembered they were in another suit jacket. Your eyes rolled so far into the back of your head, you thought they'd be stuck there.

The party was being held at a club in Toronto that you'd never been to before. The music was loud, beautiful women dancing around, laughing and drinking. You watched as the scantily clad women walked by, dresses landing right below their asses, neck lines plunging all the way to their belly buttons. As they walked by, you saw their eyes move up and down Auston's frame, giggling to their friends. 

After what felt like an eternity of walking, you finally got to the vip section where the boys were and they all stood up. Greeting Auston with hugs and shouts of "Merry Christmas" and you with some half-hearted hello's and nice to see you's. 

You felt uncomfortable. You had only been there a few minutes and you had already had enough of the women ogling your boyfriend and being ignored by everyone you were here to see. The only teammate of Auston's that didn't dislike you was Marns and that's because he likes pretty much everyone. 

"You doin' okay? You seem a little down." Auston asks, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. You give him a simple "I'm fine" and he doesn't buy it. "Come dance with me," he says, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the booth. You resist him just long enough to grab your beer off the table before giving in and letting him guide you to the dance floor.

As he moves you to the center of the floor, you begin to feel all of the eyes on him again. If he hadn't been clutching onto you, there's no doubt one of these girls would make a move on him. You take the opportunity to turn so your back was flushed against him. His hands going to your hips and as you began to dance, grinding yourself against him, you began to notice the girls breaking their attention and moving on to the next cute boy they saw. You smiled to yourself as Auston became yours and only yours again in the busy club.

As you turn in his grasp to face him, all his attention is on you. He lowers his forehead to yours, you looked up at him to make it easier.

"I must be the luckiest woman in the world," you state, sighing as you place your head against his firm chest, inhaling his cologne a little bit as you breath in and out.

He chuckles lightly and you smile as he kisses the top of your head. "I think I'm the lucky one in this relationship." you shake your head in response and he continues, "You are the most beautiful woman in all of Canada, and there is no doubt in my mind that every woman in this club wishes they looked as good as you do tonight." A giggle escapes your lips before you role your eyes playfully.

"Come on, dufus. Your friends ordered some grub." Taking his hand, you pull him through the crowd and back to the table. The team cheers as they see Auston and you slide into the large booth next to Mitch and his girlfriend, Steph. 

As dinner goes on, you kind of sit there in silence, listening to the boys' conversations and still snacking on the food in front of you. A few of the guys started clearing out, mostly the ones with kids. As the young guns spread out around the large booth and you were left with no one next to you, you felt Auston's hand on your leg. As he traced circles on your inner thigh, he inched his way higher. Gripping your thigh, he pulls you closer, draping your leg over his.

"Can you be quiet for me?" he whispered in your ear, as his friends continued on in conversation, completely oblivious. You nodded your head and he moved his hands up your dress. As he moved his fingers along your lacy underwear, you suddenly regretted wearing any at all. 

You bite down on your lip as he slips his fingers into you, still cold from the beer he just ordered. His long, calloused fingers move in and out of you as you lose focus of everything around you. It's just you and him in the club. Your breathing picks up and it takes everything in you not to moan his name as loud as you can. 

You hear Auston laugh at something before you bury your face in the fabric of his suit, overcome by the orgasm he was bringing you. You felt a bit dirty as the world cleared up around you and you became aware of the conversation at the table.

"Is she okay?" Willy asked, sounding concerned, as if it looked like you had passed out on your boyfriend.

"Yeah," Auston answered, removing his fingers from you and replacing your underwear, then gently moving your leg off of his. "She's just tired, I think we're gonna get going." He kisses your forehead before you both stand up, walking toward the bar to pay for your drinks before exiting the club. As the two of you reach his car, he pushes you up against the passenger side door and kisses you roughly.

"I can't wait to get home and get you out of this dress."