Tyler Seguin One-Shots
Cuddle Night
You waited patiently outside of the locker room, listening to the buzz of people inside interviewing some of the players. You watched one-by-one each player leave, congratulating them on their win tonight.
“Hey, Jamie,” you said, grabbing the team captain’s hand. You pulled him to the side a little and he grinned at you. “Really good game today. You and Ty were on fire.”
He shrugged, adjusting his gym bag over his shoulder. “It was all Segs really; I just helped him out.”
“Did an amazing job of helping him then,” you chided and you both smiled.
“Well, Seggy should be out soon. A lot of people went to interview him.”
Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. “And not you?”
“I might’ve tipped my interviewers to go interview him,” he responded innocently with a small lift of the shoulders. “Who knows? Only a few went, so he should finish any moment.”
“Asshole.”
You looked over at the locker room and found an irritated Tyler glaring at Jamie. While the two had a playful confrontation, you stole Tyler’s gym bag and slung it over your shoulder. Even though it weighed a ton, you still felt like this was the least you could do after each game with the amount of work he and Jamie put into them.
“C’mon, Y/N,” Tyler said, playfully shoving Jamie away. He slipped his hand into yours and pulled you down the hallway. “I don’t like you carrying my gym bag, beautiful. It’s heavy.”
“It’s the least I could do,” you chimed, slapping his hand away when he reached out. “You don’t need to pretend that you feel guilty, ‘cause you know you’re a lazy ass.”
He smirked and pecked your lips. “I have to sweet talk you to make sure you continue doing that,” he said.
Laughing, you squeezed his hand and playfully bumped shoulders. “You don’t deserve me.”
“I can agree with that.” He gave you another peck and you hummed in disappointment when he pulled away. Tyler laughed and said, “Cheer up. We’ll have more time when we’re at my place.”
“Too long,” you mumbled, pecking his lips this time. “You did a really good tonight.”
He immediately brightened at your compliment and you almost rolled your eyes. “Thank you.”
You approached his Jeep and tossed the gym bag into the trunk then slipped into the passenger’s side. You ran your fingers through his hair and scrunched up your nose at how sweat-filled it was. “You better take a shower before we do anything tonight. Why didn’t you shower there?” you asked. “Everyone else walked out squeaky clean.”
“Because they weren’t the number one Star of the Game,” Tyler chided, pushing your hand away while backing out of his spot. “I came late and was immediately sucked into the interviews and then you were waiting also, so I just thought I’d shower at home.” A small smirk made its way to his lips and you could only imagine what it was about. “Wanna join me?”
A snort escaped your lips and you leaned back into your seat. “Why am I surprised you’d ask that?”
“Because I haven’t suggested it in a while,” he replied. When you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, you could tell how tired he was.
“Maybe we should just chill out and cuddle instead,” you said softly. “You look exhausted. I’ll make us something to eat while you shower. What do you want to eat, Star of the Game?”
“I need something fatty.”
“I’ll order us pizza?”
“I rather not be poisoned tonight, so yes.” He snickered when you smacked him. “I’m just kidding, Y/N. You’re a better cook than Jamie.” You smacked him again and he added, “And me, I guess.”
“Better,” you hummed.
When you were at the apartment, Tyler immediately went to the bathroom and you called the pizza parlor nearby.
“Hey, Marshall,” you cooed, playing with the chocolate lab while waiting on the couch for either your boyfriend or the pizza to arrive. It turned out to be your boyfriend to arrive first as he dropped into the empty spot behind you and draped his arm over your shoulder, bringing your back against him.
“Hey, beautiful,” Tyler greeted, kissing your shoulder. “What do you wanna watch?”
You fell back onto his lap and smiled up at him. You reached up and ran your fingers in his hair, scrunching your nose when water particles landed on your face. “You suck at drying your hair,” you scolded playfully.
“Well, I wanted to get to you as soon as possible, so…” He playfully shook his head like a dog and you shrieked at the light rain of water droplets. You sat up, but Tyler wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap.
“You’re worse than your dogs,” you teased, resting your head on his shoulder and tangling your legs together.
He grabbed a blanket idly laying beside the two of you and draped it over you. “Woof.”
“I don’t want to get too comfortable yet, because the pizza should be here soon,” you grumbled, nuzzling your face against the crook of his neck. You left a few kisses on his neck, causing Tyler to groan, before forcing yourself to get to your feet as the doorbell rang.
He groaned again in protest and you sent him a pointed look, saying, “See?”
You paid the pizza man and brought the pizza back over, but your boyfriend wasn’t hungry for the food anymore. He pulled you back onto his lap, so that you were straddling him, and quickly covered your lips with his, tossing the pizza box onto the coffee table.
You smirked and slipped your hands into his hair while his hands ran down your back and rested on your bum.
“I’m not hungry or tired anymore,” he grumbled against your lips when you both momentarily pulled away for air.
“Neither am I,” you responded and returned to the kiss. Soon, the smell of pizza reached your nose and your stomach growled. You would’ve been embarrassed, but his stomach growled at the same time.
You both laughed as you pulled away and brought the pizza box closer. “Here,” you said, slipping beside him and handing him a slice. “What movie you wanna watch?”
“Anything you want,” he said, keeping one arm draped around your shoulder and you close.
“Let’s see,” you hummed, snatching the remote from the coffee table then leaning back into his side.
Your legs were tangled together under the blanket and your head was rested slightly on his chest. You both ate your pizzas, and when you both were done, you were back to laying on top of him with your back pressed against his chest. One of his arms was wrapped around your waist and the other was folded behind his head.
After starting a random movie, Tyler’s soft snores filled the air and you smiled, whispering, “Not tired and hungry – my ass.”
