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DORIAN'S POV:“Good boy,” I dragged my lips over his jaw, peppering soft kisses along the sharp cut.Noah’s breath shuddered out of him. His legs trembled where they were spread wide, knees falling open, fingers still buried inside himself. His cheeks were flushed red, freckles I didn't even know he had blooming darker across them. Seeing the line of his throat slick with sweat, I couldn't help myself from leaning down further and licking the saltiness. God, I couldn't believe Noah fingered himself for me, just to prove he was ready for me to fuck him. Hockey captain allowing himself to be so fucking vulnerable with me even after discovering what I did on that app.Feeling a lump tighten in my throat, I cupped his jaw, thumb dragging across his kiss-swollen mouth. “Let me take over now, okay? ”He exhaled and slowly nodded. "Okay?" I kissed him then—slow, unhurried, nothing like the desperation we’d torn through each other with minutes ago. This was different. This was me telling him
Last Updated : 2025-03-12Puck Me Hard AFTERHOURS
Dorian’s P.O.VWe've been at it for hours and the sheets were a mess, sticky and damp with sweat and cum, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Noah was sprawled halfway over me, his golden hair tangled and damp. His lips were red and swollen from hours of kissing and biting while he traced lazy circles over my chest with his fingers. Specifically my nipples like he couldn’t decide if he wanted lazy cuddling or drive me out of my mind.My cock was useless, drained after what felt like hours of fucking, but Noah didn’t seem to care. His hand slid lower sometimes, brushing over it, and even though I didn’t have anything left, it still twitched. Fucking cracy how i never seemed to get enough of this guy. The thought made a lump form in my throat and I immediately forced away the voice reminding me of my plans before I ruined the moment.“Jesus,” I finally muttered and caught his wrist when they gripped my balls, groaning as his lips curved into that sly, boyish grin that drove me nuts. “
Last Updated : 2025-03-13Puck Me Hard Ignored
Noah's POVTwo days. That was how long it had been since the weekend at Lake Wanand. Since the ski trip and the hot tub. Since I had let Dorian fuck me and take my ass virginity. Since I had kissed him under a sky full of fireflies like I wasn’t a coward living two separate lives. Two days, and I still felt like I was floating.I pushed open the locker room door, the familiar weight of my hockey bag digging into my shoulder, and I was met with a chorus of cheers and thumps on the back. The guys were already half-dressed for practice, sprawled on benches and talking shit like always. Someone chucked a towel at someone else and it hit me right in the face. That's when they all turned around and began looking at me like they'd just seen a ghost“Look who finally decided to Grace us with his presence!” someone shouted—Cody maybe, or Wes—and then they were all on me. Thumping my back hard enough jolt me forward. They all cheered around me shouting like I had just come back from the dead.
Last Updated : 2025-03-14Puck Me Hard Hang on for just a bit
Dorian's P.O.VBy the time Coach was done running us into the ground with workouts that had to be from the devil's handbook, my legs felt like they'd been swapped for concrete slabs. Every muscle in my body ached in a way that made me rethink all my life choices. I could already feel tomorrow's soreness settling into my bones, and the thought of hauling my ass to my part-time job after this made me want to slam my hand into a wall. Finals were creeping closer, and there wasn't enough time in the goddamn day to study, work, and still scrape together the cash I needed. I was so broke that I was using my old button cell phone which I'd abandoned when I bought my first Android phone and it was hanging together by tape and prayers. and there were days I had to pick between buying lunch or saving for a replacement. In the same shitshow of my life was Noah Carter too.I was dodging him so hard it was starting to feel like a sport of its own. Every time he looked at me from across the room w
Last Updated : 2025-03-15Puck Me Hard A thousand
NoahFuck, that was close.My chest felt like it was about to crack open, as my heart hammered against my sternum like it wanted wings, to fly the hell out of this locker room and leave me to deal with the disaster I’d almost caused.Jaxon had almost caught us.I could still feel the heat of Dorian's mouth on mine, kissing me stupid as I jerked his dick in the middle of the damn locker room, knowing fucking well that anyone could step in.If Jaxon hadn’t been stomping around like an angry gorilla, kicking doors open loud enough to wake the dead, I wouldn’t have had time to pull away. Wouldn’t have had the chance to wipe that stupid, guilty look off my face and replace it with something blank. Bored. Like I wasn’t two seconds away from blowing apart all over Dorian’s hand.I wiped my palms on my sweats and forced my breathing to slow. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Act natural, Carter. Don’t give him a reason to look down. Because if he did—if he saw the obvious tent in my
Last Updated : 2025-03-16Puck Me Hard Stop Dammit!
DORIANThe next day, after practice...I was dead on my feet.My jersey stuck to my back, sweat dripping off my hairline, and my thighs felt like they’d been beaten with a baseball bat. Worse of all, I hadn't slept more than a couple hours the night before replaying Noah's miss, his hands on my cock, every single thing like some obsessive freak who couldn't get his head done straight. Couple with the gruesome practice today, I was beyond tired. All I wanted was to take a shower, shove some trash food into my mouth, and maybe—maybe—make it through half my philosophy syllabus before my brain melted.Spoiler: it was gonna melt either way. But Coach had given us a three-day window to keep our grades clean because of the end of semester exams before hell week (games), and I couldn't afford to bomb this or I'd be screwed.I swung open the locker room door and got hit with the usual wave of noise. Guys shouting over each other, the sharp clang of metal as someone slammed a locker shut, the w
Last Updated : 2025-03-17Puck Me Hard Lover's tiff
Noah's P.O.V I was burning alive. Fury blistered under my skin, twisting me up from the inside out.Why did Matt always have to be such a colossal dick? The second he read out the note, especially that part signed N, it was like I’d heard a funeral bell in my own head. I swore everyone in the locker room was about to turn on me. Any second now, they’d put two and two together and realize the golden boy captain had been fucking the guy who was supposed to be his rival. But no one did. No one even looked at me. Just at Matt, like they always did when he was acting like a jackass, which was basically every day ending in y. Dorian was fairing worse than me and I could see just how close he was to losing his temper. To my left was Greg, the second defenseman and he leaned in, quietly telling me to drag Matt out before Dorian actually caved his face in. but I was rooted to the spot because in my fucking head, I felt like the moment I inserted myself between them to stop shit from esca
Last Updated : 2025-03-18Puck Me Hard Boyfriend
NOAH'S P.O.V I knew when Dorian said “come up and study with me”, there was a good chance I wasn’t gonna get much actual studying done. It was him, after all. There was always this edge with him, like even the most innocent suggestion might end up with his tongue in my mouth—or somewhere lower. But I agreed. Like I always did these days. Because I’m a glutton for punishment, apparently. We climbed the stairs to his dorm, and I ran a hand through my damp hair, still thinking about the confrontation with Matt that had almost led me into breaking things off with Dorian. Well, thank fuck Dorian had handled the situation because the thought of going back to the lie I lived, without Dorian, made my throat so tight it got a little difficult to breath. It should be scary how fast Dorian had come to mean something to me but honestly it was a high I couldn't get rid of. Being around Dorian made me feel like I was free falling through the sky, without the assurance there'd be a safe net for m
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Noah's POVChristmas Eve, and I felt like roadkill that had been rained on, run over twice, and forgotten on the side of the road. My nose was clogged, my head was pounding, and my limbs felt like they’d been stuffed with wet socks. The apartment echoed with silence and I just felt so fucking miserable..Liam had left for “practice” three days ago. Practice. On Christmas week. Sure. I wasn’t stupid. Even NHL players got time off for the holidays. But I didn’t ask questions. It was his place, not mine. He could go to Jupiter and I’d still have to be grateful for the four walls and overpriced furniture.I shuffled to the door like a corpse when the bell rang, dragging the blanket off the bed with me like it was my emotional support animal. A tissue hung out of my nostril, clutched in one hand like my last shred of dignity.I was already mentally preparing myself for the sight of a package guy or maybe Mark, here to guilt-trip me into watching Elf for the fifth time. But when I opened th
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Dorian’s POV“Twenty-nine... thirty.”The bar slammed back into place with a satisfying clang, my arms trembling slightly from the weight. My chest rose and fell, slick with sweat, and I laid there on the bench for a second, staring at the ceiling of the mostly empty university gym like it had answers. It didn’t.Groaning, I wiped my face with the towel I slung over the rod, then sat up and shook out my arms. The pain was good. It kept me focused and grounded. It had only been a week and a day since I started seriously training again, but my body was already responding—bulking, hardening, becoming familiar again. Something I could control. conditioning and playing ice hockey for the last few weeks of the championship season also helped a lot.Anyhow, I made my way to the floor-length mirror at the far end of the gym, bare-chested, my joggers hanging low on my hips. My reflection stared back at me and not to be a conceited asshole but I was impressed. My arms which had begun to thin wh
Puck Me Hard Someone I used to be.
NoahIf you favoured Minnesota in the winter, the beautiful snow covered scape and curling up in front of a fire place with a hot whipped coffee, then you'd definitely find Miami offensive as fuck. It was less than a week to Christmas and the sun was out. It wasn’t even noon and it was already making a damn spectacle of itself, glaring down on my windshield like I owed it money. I had the AC blasting, sunglasses on, and I was still squinting like a mole dragged out of his burrow.it was insane. The only tell tale sign it was winter was definitely the over the top decorations along every single building I'm driving past and the string lights around trees that'd be lighted up at night.My phone suddenly buzzed where it was mounted on the dash, dragging me from my observation. I tapped the screen and my second bestfriend's name flashed across it. biting back a grin, I answered the call but before I could even say hello, her voice exploded through the car like a battle cry.“NOAH FUCKING
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Dorian's P.O.VIf I thought the Carter mansion looked stunning at night, it was even more ridiculous in daylight. It wasn't just an house but an estate, looking like something off a postcard. I sat behind the wheel of Susie’s tiny car, jaw slack as I stared up at the sprawling estate. Massive hedges shaped into clean-cut shapes of cherubims. The last time it had been in shapes of chess pieces or I may have been mistaken looking at it in the night. Anyway, the pillars gleamed like they were carved from marble, and a few people in uniform swarming the front lawn like busy bees, stringing up massive Christmas garlands. It was literally a whole operation. Frosted wreaths, gold-dipped reindeers, strings of lights being looped over every surface that could take them.Of course, they had a whole staff for this. Rich people didn't climb ladders to decorate their house for Christmas. It was just perfect I caught them at this time. Shit.I opened the car door and stepped out, my shoes muted
Puck Me Hard apology to readers.
Hello guys! Author here! I'm so sorry about the last chapter. I would love to launch into an explanation of why that happened but the words count for "authors notes" is very limited. (But it's a honest mistake.)It won't happen again and to show I'm really sorry.I'm making the next chapter free and adding it to this note.so here.Championship Season.Dorian's P.O.VDORIANThree weeks laterI shoved the door open with my shoulder, the tiny bell jingling in that annoying, rusty way it always did. The strip mall lights outside cast long shadows across the linoleum floor. Everything smelled like synthetic pine and warm plastic—exactly like a place that sold discount dish soap and almost expired soda should.At the front desk, Susie didn’t even look up. Her eyes were glued to the little TV mounted up in the corner like a shrine. Snorting at the reindeer jacket she had on--please it looked absolutely ridiculous --I blinked, pausing halfway into the store. That was me on the screen, liftin
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Noah's P.O.V The long drive from campus to my home felt like a slow trek to my own execution. By the time I pulled up to the front of my family’s mansion, the same looming, white-stoned fortress I'd grown up in, it had gotten even darker. My tires crunched over the long winding driveway which was filled with floodlights along the stone paths down which cut through the Late night November darkness. I killed the engine, and left my hands on the steering wheel, breathing in and out. For a second, I just sat there, staring up at the massive house like it was about to swallow me whole. It was like a giant beast carved into hill, the many floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflecting lights causing the house to glow all by itself. Beside me, Dorian whistled low from the passenger seat. "Jesus," he muttered, turning to me with raised brows. "You lived here your whole life?" He shoved the door and stepped out, craning his neck to take it all in; the ivy wrapped columns, the massive lak doors
Puck Me Hard Choosing Myself
Noah's P.O.VThe long drive from campus to my home felt like a slow trek to my own execution. By the time I pulled up to the front of my family’s mansion, the same looming, white-stoned fortress I'd grown up in, it had gotten even darker. My tires crunched over the long winding driveway which was filled with floodlights along the stone paths down which cut through the Late night November darkness.I killed the engine, and left my hands on the steering wheel, breathing in and out. For a second, I just sat there, staring up at the massive house like it was about to swallow me whole. It was like a giant beast carved into hill, the many floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflecting lights causing the house to glow all by itself.Beside me, Dorian whistled low from the passenger seat."Jesus," he muttered, turning to me with raised brows. "You lived here your whole life?" He shoved the door and stepped out, craning his neck to take it all in; the ivy wrapped columns, the massive lak doors and
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Noah's P.O.VThe bass thudded so hard through the walls it rattled the red Solo cup in my hand. I wasn't even sure what I was drinking anymore but it clearly was something sweet and carbonated that burned my throat going down. It didn’t matter anyway because I was here to get shit faced drunk and forget why I even was alive.I leaned back against the wall of the sorority house, blinking against the strobe lights flashing through the crowd. There were bodies all around me. Everyone was sweaty, drunk and sloshing drinks everywhere. However I felt...empty as though I was watching it all through a thick glass window.But even through the blur of it, my eyes kept betraying me as they flickered back to where Dorian stood surrounded by a small harem of girls. All of them were gorgeous—perfect bodies, perfect makeup, shrieking with laughter at whatever bullshit he was saying.I couldn't stopooking at him.I kept telling myself not to and just be normal, have fun and to let go, but every damn
Puck Me Hard Frozen Four
Noah’s P.O.VIt has been three days since that Thanksgiving dinner with Jaxon’s family and I swear to God, it might as well have been three years with how fucking hectic everything got afterward. Long hours, harder drills, screaming matches on the ice because Coach kept grinding us down to the bone. Everyone was running on fumes, trying to stay sharp for the last (8th) game of the regionals, but I felt like I was back in fucking hell week.On the...somewhat...bright side, Dorian was finally back with us. Coach had unbenched him after I promised to not let our personal relationship or the lack of it affect the twam , and for a minute, I thought things might go back to normal. Dorian stayed out of my way during practice and he'd gone back to his usual animosity, not speaking to anyone before and after practice. But when it came time for Coach to list the starting lineup for the final games, Dorian’s name wasn’t on it. I caught the flicker of hurt that crossed his face when Coach said i
