Searching for the right words
Pairing: Auston Matthews x Female Reader
Summary: You and Auston can’t wait to get home after a charity event.
Words: 1220
Warnings: Um where to start…dirty talk, unprotected sex but that’s just the works for me. IDK this just feels really dirty.
A/N: Wishing my baby boy the best of luck in his Game 7.
“Look at the gorgeous girl I get to take home.” Auston said as he filmed you on his phone, you were hiking up your long dress to walk down the stairs. “The hottest thing in this whole fucking room”
“Aus, who are you even recording that for?” You laughed, as you put down your clutch to hand your coat check ticket to the attendant.
Auston shrugged. “Myself, you when I’m on the road you say you don’t feel pretty, maybe I’ll take out the sound and send it to my parents, or your parents.”
“Lots of people want to see you.” You blushed as he ended the video.
“You looked so handsome tonight. You clean up nice, baby.” You hugged yourself close to his side, giving him a kiss on his cheek. You were proud of your boyfriend for being an excellent conversationalist and raising money for charity.
You and Auston were standing against the wall allowing Auston’s hands to reach behind you to squeeze your butt without attracting too much attention. “Fuck, I wanna touch you so badly.”
“You’re touching me now.” You tell him, reaching underneath his suit jacket to caress the muscular torso that was underneath his dress shirt.
“Did they stumble onto Narnia or something?” Auston had been lusting after you ever since you had finished getting ready. He had tried to convince you that he only needed ten minutes but you were not impressed, telling him you didn’t want to risk messing up your hair or makeup. Auston had spent the rest of the night watching you from across the room as he mingled with the gala attendees. “Do you think there’s a closet or something we can sneak off to?”
“Auston” You scolded your boyfriend. “You need to be patient, I’m sure it’s like a maze of black coats in there.”
Auston, leaned in to whisper in your ear. “You’re the one who’s going to need to be patient, Y/N. When we get home and I get my mouth on your-”
