Take It Out On me | An Elias Lindholm fanfiction [*on hold*]

Prologue

Hey guys, I'm kind of iffy about posting this but I'mgoing to do it anyways. Please let me know if you like it and/or if I should continue writing it.

Also, caution bc there is a small part containing sex.

Thank you! -Kylee x.

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He was infuriating. We always do this. We always fight and then make up days later. It’s never going to change between us. We piss each other off and get under each other’s skin. We pick out small things and flip out about them. He knows I get mad easily, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about me or my feelings.

“I fucking saw you, Mason! You did it right in front of me! Are you trying to piss me off now? Just for kicks?” I yell and slam his apartment door behind me.

“I didn’t even do anything! You’re going insane, Hadley. Who am I kidding, you are fucking insane. You’re compulsiveness needing everything to be perfect, having it your way.” He argues.

“You were checking out the god damn waitress, Mason! Don’t bullshit me! Don’t turn this around on me either; this is your fucking fault.” I say and push him with all the strength in me.

“You’re pathetic. Look at you, getting jealous over some chick I don’t even know the name of.” He laughs in a taunting kind of way.

“You’re such an ass. Such an ass. I can’t believe I ever decided to date you. Fucking jerk.” I spit out at him before leaving.

I knew exactly where I was going to end up in 20 minutes. I need to release my anger somehow, Elias is always my answer. I climb in my black truck and crank up the music. I really am pathetic aren’t I? Running to an NHLers place to have sex with him because my boyfriend treats me like shit. It’s almost 11:30, I don’t even know if Elias is home. And here I am, driving to his house crying for what reason?

I finally reach his house and park on the street. I hop out of my truck, slam the door shut and storm towards his door. I bang my fists on the door as hard as I can about 5 times. The door swings open to reveal a sleepy Elias.

“Hads? What ar-“ before he has the chance to finish his question, I pull him into me by his neck and crash my lips into his. I push him inside and close the door by backing into it.

He locks the door from behind my back, keeping our lips pressed together. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his torso. He carefully makes his way down to the basement instead of his room since Jeff is up there. He lays me down on the couch, almost lying on top of me but barely hovering.

Elias lazily kisses along my neck and jaw; I raise my hips to press against his. A moan escapes my lips that comes out in a half whimper, begging for him. Still in my jacket, he hastily unbuttons the buttons and throws it off to the side. He pushes his sweatpants down his legs and kicks them off. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it into the growing pile of clothing. I run my fingers through his hair and tug at it a bit roughly. He moves to my neck, beginning to suck and nip at my skin. I wrap my legs around his torso again and grind my hips against his.

My jeans soon find the pile of clothing, as well as our underwear. Elias reaches over to the table beside the couch and grabs a condom. He rips the package open and slips it on. He positions himself and enters slowly. He leaves soft kisses along my chest as he moves at a steady pace. I rake my nails across his back that will surely leave marks.

His pace quickens, but not significantly.

“Faster” I barely make out.

He obeys my command and his pace quickens within seconds. I can tell he’s close, his thrusts are becoming sloppy and effortless. I’m extremely close as well, my body is on the edge. I can feel myself coming to my high at any minute. Elias moans loudly as my body reaches its climax.