Hockey Fic - first star of the (k)night
Title: first star of the (k)night
Rating: NC-17
Beta:biggersandwich
Pairing: Julie Chu/Hilary Knight
Summary: Once they’ve finished their after-game workouts, Hilary wanders over. “What’s up, Chuey?” she says, and Julie smiles at her, all teeth, from her relaxed sprawl on the bench.
It’s always loud in the locker room after a win, but there’s an extra something in the air tonight, the atmosphere just slightly manic. It’s only to be expected, really - they’re at the Olympics, and they just won their first game, the first game of the tournament. Really, Julie thinks, looking around at all the flushed, grinning faces, it was a good game. Her gaze catches on the sharp edge of Hilary’s smile and she focuses in on the younger woman. Hilary’s laugh is just a little too loud, her movements just a little bit off, and Julie’s eyes narrow. It’s going to be one of those nights, then.
Sure enough, once they’ve finished their after-game workouts, Hilary wanders over. “What’s up, Chuey?” she says, and Julie smiles at her, all teeth, from her relaxed sprawl on the bench.
“Good game, Knighter,” she says, and Hilary straightens almost imperceptibly. “That breakaway goal in the first was gorgeous.”
“Yeah?” Hilary preens ever so slightly, and Julie presses her lips together to stifle a grin at that. “It was pretty sick. First goal of the Olympics.”
“Huh,” Julie says, pretending like this is new information. “That’s pretty cool.” When she doesn’t say anything else at first Hilary starts to fidget, shifting from one foot to the other. Julie lets her stew for a moment before reaching out and grabbing her around the wrist. Hilary stills instantly and Julie smiles, slow. “I think that might deserve a reward, hmm?”
“Yes please,” Hilary says, her eyes going dark. Julie squeezes her wrist, just once, before letting go.
0o0o0o0o0
Hilary’s roommates have already gone out to celebrate their victory when Julie drops her bag on the bed and turns to Hilary, whose eyes are fixed on her. “Strip,” she says, and Hilary does with alacrity. Julie sits down on the bed and unzips her bag, remembering the smirks on Bree and Molly’s faces when she’d packed it up. Hilary breathes in sharply when she pulls out a dildo, and Julie takes her time pulling out the harness and laying it out, but she doesn’t put it on yet. She looks back to see that Hilary is standing next to the bed, naked. Her nipples have already hardened to stiff points and a flush is spreading across her face and chest.
“Good,” Julie says, and pulls out the last thing in the bag, a pair of padded cuffs. “On the bed, on your back.”
Hilary climbs onto the bed and raises her arms above her head, arching her back to show off her frankly amazing abs. Julie takes a moment to just look at her before fastening the cuffs around her wrists. “How’s that?” she asks when she’s done, and Hilary pulls at them, testing.
“Left one’s a little loose,” she says, and Julie tightens it. “That’s good.”
Julie sits back on her heels, giving her another once over. Quiet command in her voice, she says, “Keep them up there,” and Hilary nods, swallowing. “Good girl,” Julie says, and leans down to take a nipple into her mouth.
Hilary bucks up into her, whining - her breasts are so sensitive - and Julie puts a hand on her chest, holding her still while she licks and sucks at her nipple. Hilary’s quiet in bed, her only noises occasional whine spilling from the back of her throat and the gasping breaths she takes whenever Julie hits a particularly sensitive spot. This is supposed to be Hilary’s reward, so Julie reaches up and tweaks her nipple just as she scrapes her teeth lightly over the other one. That gets her a muffled gasp and when she looks up, Hilary’s lower lip is caught between her teeth and her eyes are closed, brow furrowed.
“Hey,” she says, tweaking Hilary’s nipple again. “Look at me.”
Hilary opens her eyes slowly: she looks dazed. Julie ducks back down to suck a mark onto the top of her left breast while she slides one hand between Hilary’s legs. Hilary whines a little and spreads her legs wider, shifting her hips to try and get Julie’s hand where she wants it. Julie smirks into Hilary’s breast and strokes, feather-light, all around the edges of Hilary’s cunt except where she wants it, until Hilary’s letting out choked noises of frustration.
“You want something?” Julie asks, raising her head from where she’s been busily mapping out the edges of a bruise Hilary got from slamming into the boards in the second period. Hilary jerks her head in frustration.
“Jesus, Chuey, c’mon. Fuck me already,” she says, and Julie finally takes pity on her and slides two fingers up into her. Hilary thrashes and bites at her lip to keep quiet, so Julie leans up to help her by taking her lower lip into her mouth and biting at it gently. Hilary sighs into the kiss and hisses when Julie moves her fingers slowly, thrusting them in and out.
Julie loves fingering Hilary, taking her to the very edge and watching her lose it, making her beg for it. Hilary doesn’t disappoint, taking two and then three fingers and writhing on them. Julie leans back on her heels and watches, mesmerized, as Hilary’s flush spreads all the way across her torso. “Can you take four?” Julie asks, and Hilary whines and shakes her head at first but Julie leans down to suck a mark onto her thigh and says, “I think you can,” and then she nods, a little shakily. Hilary whimpers, a little, when Julie slides four fingers into her, and Julie has to clench her thighs together at the sight.
Hilary’s hips are canting up as she balls her hands into fists and tugs at the cuffs so she can feel them restraining her. “Chuey,” she says breathlessly. “Chuey c’mon.”
“What do you want?” Julie asks her, stilling her fingers inside Hilary. Hilary groans and rocks her hips up, but Julie puts her other hand on Hilary’s hip and she subsides, quivering.
“Touch my clit, make me come,” Hilary says, still breathless, and whines when Julie pulls her fingers out completely, wiping them on the sheets.
“Not yet,” she says. Hilary groans in frustration but Julie just smiles and starts stripping. Hilary watches with hot eyes as Julie picks up the harness and fastens it on, slowly, drawing out the anticipation. Julie reaches up and squeezes her breast, shivering a little at the dart of heat that sends through her, and Hilary licks her lips. Julie grins, kneeling between Hilary’s legs and guiding the dildo into her. Hilary’s eyes flutter shut and her mouth drops open when Julie bottoms out. “You good?” Julie checks, just making sure, and Hilary nods, eyes still closed.
Julie sets an easy rhythm, leaning down to lick into Hilary’s mouth as she thrusts, the base of the dildo rubbing up against Julie’s clit just right with each thrust. It doesn’t take very long at all for Hilary to be straining up against Julie, sucking on her tongue and whining. Julie stills for a moment and Hilary’s eyes fly open as she groans in protest.
“You did so good tonight,” Julie says, when she’s sure she has Hilary’s full attention. “So hot out there, throwing your weight around, making sure everyone knew it. So good,” she says, and punctuates her words with a deep thrust, finally getting her fingers on Hilary’s clit. Hilary’s eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a high-pitched moan as her hips buck into the pleasure. Julie doesn’t let up, keeping her fingers rubbing Hilary’s clit as she reestablishes her rhythm from earlier, and it’s not long at all before Hilary is shaking apart underneath her, low groans caught in her throat. She’s grabbed fistfuls of the covers by her head to keep her hands still, Julie notices, and catches her breath a little at how hot that is.
Hilary doesn’t like getting fucked after she’s come, so Julie pulls out and unstraps herself from the harness, feeling the low-grade restless buzz of arousal under her skin. She gets back on the bed and straddles Hilary, one hand going to her breast, the other to Hilary’s mouth.
“Suck,” she says, and Hilary opens her mouth obediently and sucks Julie’s fingers into it. Julie tweaks at her nipples, teasing herself, as Hilary licks and sucks around her fingers, getting them wet. “So good, Hil,” she says, and Hilary moans around her fingers, tilting her head to try and get more. Julie slides her wet hand between her legs and Hilary opens her eyes to watch, avid, as Julie gets herself off, lower lip caught between her teeth again. Julie comes with a high-pitched sigh, slumping down against Hilary, who kisses her messily. Julie stays there for a moment before rolling off of Hilary and reaching up to unfasten the cuffs.
“All good?” she asks, checking her wrists, and Hilary looks up at her with a dreamy smile.
“So good,” she says, stretching and breathing out in a satisfied sigh. Julie leans down and brushes a quick kiss across her forehead before standing up and stretching out herself. She goes to the bathroom and wets a warm washcloth, bringin it out to Hilary before going back in and cleaning off the harness. When she comes back out, Hilary has changed into her Team USA pajamas and is curled up under the covers, yawning. Julie shakes her head as she gets dressed and repacks her bag.
“Lazy,” she says, and Hilary’s eyes slit open and she grins.
“You love it,” she says, and Julie presses her lips together to hold in a smile. “See you tomorrow, Chuey.”
“Night, Hil,” Julie says, leaning down for one last kiss before she slings her bag back over her shoulder and heading back to her own room, humming as she goes.
Rating: NC-17
Beta:biggersandwich
Pairing: Julie Chu/Hilary Knight
Summary: Once they’ve finished their after-game workouts, Hilary wanders over. “What’s up, Chuey?” she says, and Julie smiles at her, all teeth, from her relaxed sprawl on the bench.
It’s always loud in the locker room after a win, but there’s an extra something in the air tonight, the atmosphere just slightly manic. It’s only to be expected, really - they’re at the Olympics, and they just won their first game, the first game of the tournament. Really, Julie thinks, looking around at all the flushed, grinning faces, it was a good game. Her gaze catches on the sharp edge of Hilary’s smile and she focuses in on the younger woman. Hilary’s laugh is just a little too loud, her movements just a little bit off, and Julie’s eyes narrow. It’s going to be one of those nights, then.
Sure enough, once they’ve finished their after-game workouts, Hilary wanders over. “What’s up, Chuey?” she says, and Julie smiles at her, all teeth, from her relaxed sprawl on the bench.
“Good game, Knighter,” she says, and Hilary straightens almost imperceptibly. “That breakaway goal in the first was gorgeous.”
“Yeah?” Hilary preens ever so slightly, and Julie presses her lips together to stifle a grin at that. “It was pretty sick. First goal of the Olympics.”
“Huh,” Julie says, pretending like this is new information. “That’s pretty cool.” When she doesn’t say anything else at first Hilary starts to fidget, shifting from one foot to the other. Julie lets her stew for a moment before reaching out and grabbing her around the wrist. Hilary stills instantly and Julie smiles, slow. “I think that might deserve a reward, hmm?”
“Yes please,” Hilary says, her eyes going dark. Julie squeezes her wrist, just once, before letting go.
0o0o0o0o0
Hilary’s roommates have already gone out to celebrate their victory when Julie drops her bag on the bed and turns to Hilary, whose eyes are fixed on her. “Strip,” she says, and Hilary does with alacrity. Julie sits down on the bed and unzips her bag, remembering the smirks on Bree and Molly’s faces when she’d packed it up. Hilary breathes in sharply when she pulls out a dildo, and Julie takes her time pulling out the harness and laying it out, but she doesn’t put it on yet. She looks back to see that Hilary is standing next to the bed, naked. Her nipples have already hardened to stiff points and a flush is spreading across her face and chest.
“Good,” Julie says, and pulls out the last thing in the bag, a pair of padded cuffs. “On the bed, on your back.”
Hilary climbs onto the bed and raises her arms above her head, arching her back to show off her frankly amazing abs. Julie takes a moment to just look at her before fastening the cuffs around her wrists. “How’s that?” she asks when she’s done, and Hilary pulls at them, testing.
“Left one’s a little loose,” she says, and Julie tightens it. “That’s good.”
Julie sits back on her heels, giving her another once over. Quiet command in her voice, she says, “Keep them up there,” and Hilary nods, swallowing. “Good girl,” Julie says, and leans down to take a nipple into her mouth.
Hilary bucks up into her, whining - her breasts are so sensitive - and Julie puts a hand on her chest, holding her still while she licks and sucks at her nipple. Hilary’s quiet in bed, her only noises occasional whine spilling from the back of her throat and the gasping breaths she takes whenever Julie hits a particularly sensitive spot. This is supposed to be Hilary’s reward, so Julie reaches up and tweaks her nipple just as she scrapes her teeth lightly over the other one. That gets her a muffled gasp and when she looks up, Hilary’s lower lip is caught between her teeth and her eyes are closed, brow furrowed.
“Hey,” she says, tweaking Hilary’s nipple again. “Look at me.”
Hilary opens her eyes slowly: she looks dazed. Julie ducks back down to suck a mark onto the top of her left breast while she slides one hand between Hilary’s legs. Hilary whines a little and spreads her legs wider, shifting her hips to try and get Julie’s hand where she wants it. Julie smirks into Hilary’s breast and strokes, feather-light, all around the edges of Hilary’s cunt except where she wants it, until Hilary’s letting out choked noises of frustration.
“You want something?” Julie asks, raising her head from where she’s been busily mapping out the edges of a bruise Hilary got from slamming into the boards in the second period. Hilary jerks her head in frustration.
“Jesus, Chuey, c’mon. Fuck me already,” she says, and Julie finally takes pity on her and slides two fingers up into her. Hilary thrashes and bites at her lip to keep quiet, so Julie leans up to help her by taking her lower lip into her mouth and biting at it gently. Hilary sighs into the kiss and hisses when Julie moves her fingers slowly, thrusting them in and out.
Julie loves fingering Hilary, taking her to the very edge and watching her lose it, making her beg for it. Hilary doesn’t disappoint, taking two and then three fingers and writhing on them. Julie leans back on her heels and watches, mesmerized, as Hilary’s flush spreads all the way across her torso. “Can you take four?” Julie asks, and Hilary whines and shakes her head at first but Julie leans down to suck a mark onto her thigh and says, “I think you can,” and then she nods, a little shakily. Hilary whimpers, a little, when Julie slides four fingers into her, and Julie has to clench her thighs together at the sight.
Hilary’s hips are canting up as she balls her hands into fists and tugs at the cuffs so she can feel them restraining her. “Chuey,” she says breathlessly. “Chuey c’mon.”
“What do you want?” Julie asks her, stilling her fingers inside Hilary. Hilary groans and rocks her hips up, but Julie puts her other hand on Hilary’s hip and she subsides, quivering.
“Touch my clit, make me come,” Hilary says, still breathless, and whines when Julie pulls her fingers out completely, wiping them on the sheets.
“Not yet,” she says. Hilary groans in frustration but Julie just smiles and starts stripping. Hilary watches with hot eyes as Julie picks up the harness and fastens it on, slowly, drawing out the anticipation. Julie reaches up and squeezes her breast, shivering a little at the dart of heat that sends through her, and Hilary licks her lips. Julie grins, kneeling between Hilary’s legs and guiding the dildo into her. Hilary’s eyes flutter shut and her mouth drops open when Julie bottoms out. “You good?” Julie checks, just making sure, and Hilary nods, eyes still closed.
Julie sets an easy rhythm, leaning down to lick into Hilary’s mouth as she thrusts, the base of the dildo rubbing up against Julie’s clit just right with each thrust. It doesn’t take very long at all for Hilary to be straining up against Julie, sucking on her tongue and whining. Julie stills for a moment and Hilary’s eyes fly open as she groans in protest.
“You did so good tonight,” Julie says, when she’s sure she has Hilary’s full attention. “So hot out there, throwing your weight around, making sure everyone knew it. So good,” she says, and punctuates her words with a deep thrust, finally getting her fingers on Hilary’s clit. Hilary’s eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a high-pitched moan as her hips buck into the pleasure. Julie doesn’t let up, keeping her fingers rubbing Hilary’s clit as she reestablishes her rhythm from earlier, and it’s not long at all before Hilary is shaking apart underneath her, low groans caught in her throat. She’s grabbed fistfuls of the covers by her head to keep her hands still, Julie notices, and catches her breath a little at how hot that is.
Hilary doesn’t like getting fucked after she’s come, so Julie pulls out and unstraps herself from the harness, feeling the low-grade restless buzz of arousal under her skin. She gets back on the bed and straddles Hilary, one hand going to her breast, the other to Hilary’s mouth.
“Suck,” she says, and Hilary opens her mouth obediently and sucks Julie’s fingers into it. Julie tweaks at her nipples, teasing herself, as Hilary licks and sucks around her fingers, getting them wet. “So good, Hil,” she says, and Hilary moans around her fingers, tilting her head to try and get more. Julie slides her wet hand between her legs and Hilary opens her eyes to watch, avid, as Julie gets herself off, lower lip caught between her teeth again. Julie comes with a high-pitched sigh, slumping down against Hilary, who kisses her messily. Julie stays there for a moment before rolling off of Hilary and reaching up to unfasten the cuffs.
“All good?” she asks, checking her wrists, and Hilary looks up at her with a dreamy smile.
“So good,” she says, stretching and breathing out in a satisfied sigh. Julie leans down and brushes a quick kiss across her forehead before standing up and stretching out herself. She goes to the bathroom and wets a warm washcloth, bringin it out to Hilary before going back in and cleaning off the harness. When she comes back out, Hilary has changed into her Team USA pajamas and is curled up under the covers, yawning. Julie shakes her head as she gets dressed and repacks her bag.
“Lazy,” she says, and Hilary’s eyes slit open and she grins.
“You love it,” she says, and Julie presses her lips together to hold in a smile. “See you tomorrow, Chuey.”
“Night, Hil,” Julie says, leaning down for one last kiss before she slings her bag back over her shoulder and heading back to her own room, humming as she goes.