NHL Imagines

t.konecny- philadelphia flyers

SMUT⚠️

today is game day and there was no doubt that travis and i are really stressed. he really wants to win and i always have to calm him down of they don't.

i put his jersey over my head, then pulled my black leggings up over my ass, struggling a bit. i sit on the bed and put my socks on. travis walks in the room and he smirks at me, but his hand rubs through his hair.

"babygirl, you look great. but have you seen my skates?" he asks and i point to the corner of our room, "why didn't you leave them at the rink?" i ask him confusedly.

he just shrugged, "wow i can't believe that you're mine." travis says wrapping his arm around my torso and he kisses my neck softly, "you're so cute." i gush and then peck his lips.

during the game

travis was in the middle of a fight with boeser, they'd been chirping at each other all night. "shit." i say as the refs pull them away and each to their teams penalty box, i look at travis since i was right next to it.

"what. the. fuck." i mouth to him but he smirks at me, he blew me a kiss and sent me a wink. "be prepared for me to fuck the hell out of you when we get home." travis says so only i could here and i nod.

after the game

philadelphia won, 5-3, and travis was happy. hence, hearing his yells while waiting outside the locker room for him. "are you travis' girlfriend?" some girl asked me and i nod.

"you're kinda not his type." she says twirling her hair, "and you are?" i say with sass and she scoffs walking away. "that's right bitch, walk away." i say and travis walked out while i was chirping at the hoe.

he raised his brow at me, "who was that girl?" he asks me and i shrug, "some puck bunny." i reply simply and he smiles kissing my lips and we walk out to the car, hand-in-hand.

at home

"i couldn't stop looking at you during the game, thinking about how fuckable you are in my jersey." travis says, he slowly kisses my neck and sucks lightly. "fuck." i breath out and he smirks against my neck.

he spanks my ass, "go upstairs, only take off your pants and underwear." he says and i nod running up the steps, i removed the article of clothing he told me to.

"that's my girl." he whispers in a loving- yet sexual, way. "fuck me already, travis!" i say with a whine, "such a needy whore, patience." he says and i lean up kissing him roughly.

he kisses down from my lips to my hip bones, "so sexy." travis grunts and i moan loudly- growing impatient.

"who made you this wet, babygirl? was it me or boeser?" he asks me with a grin, "you!" i moan and he nods, "good girl." he says and aligned himself up with my entrance.

he slowly went in and out of me, "oh fuck!" i moan loudly, "oh yes.. that's it daddy... you fuck me so good, baby." i say with clenched teeth as he repeatedly hit my g-spot.

"kiss me, now!" i order and grab his throat pulling his lips to mine, "so fucking wet and tight." travis grunts as he sunk deeper in my core.

i flipped up over and i was now riding him, "could that dumb bitch fuck you like this?" i ask followed my a low grumble from his mouth.  "hell no, no hoe could look as good in my jersey and riding me as you do." he says and i nod.

"good job, daddy." i moan louder, my breaths get heavier as i go harder. "are you gonna cum, princess?" travis asks and he grunts softly, "Yesss!" i moan out and he smirks at me.

when we came, he got out the bed and grabbed a towel, he wipes us up and lays down next to me. "good game, baby." i smile at him and he grabs my face kissing me slowly.

"you truly look so hot in my jersey." travis continued and i chuckle, "you look hot in it as well, and all the time!" i smugly reply and peck his lips one more time before falling off into a deep sleep.