Hockey Dating App Novels & Stories

It’s completely out of sight from anyone else in the room, and the sound is, of course, turned off. Perfect. I listen for a few minutes to make sure they haven’t gone off on some topic I need to know about—they haven’t—and I shift my attention back to my phone. A notification pops up. It’s from THE dating app. I click on it and get a little electric thrill when the ‘Searching For One Night Flings In Your Area’...pops up. I’ve just installed the app and haven’t had much luck. At least, not until the app matched me with Peach. But I don’t think I can continue to consider that as luck.

Nowhere is any African country mentioned damn. She decides to go on an actual dating app. Apparently that’s one way of getting a sugar daddy of you use the right language. You have to set the age to a place where the man knows what’s up but you have to be careful not to be mistaken for a sex worker. She goes on tinder and swipes right on a bunch of older men. They all have the same aesthetic, big bellies and taking pictures besides a luxury car or on a vacation at a luxury resort. She receives a confirmation that she’s matched with three guys and starts to talk to them. They all ask her out for drinks. Now she’ll need a schedule.

I kicked a random pebble on the sidewalk, watching it skitter away, and realized I had no plan, no car, shit, I came with Mia, that backstabbing bitch, so now I was stranded in this neighborhood I barely knew, great, just fucking great. I pulled out my phone, scrolling through contacts because sitting alone with this anger sounded like hell, and my thumb hovered over a few teammates before landing on Shane, old hockey buddy from back in the day, he was Ilya’s boyfriend back then, I wonder if they’re still together, the guy used to party with me before I got all serious about the league and moved away, and last I heard he was still crashing around here somewhere. I texted him quick: "Yo, at s

The waiter came by and we ordered, and then it took me a moment to realize Isabelle was speaking to me. “if Jace is choking you this much there are many fishes in the sea, So tell me have you signed up yet?” she asked. “For?” I chewed on my lip. “The new dating app I told you about.” I groaned. That app wasn’t for dating so much as no-strings-attached hookups. But I didn’t think Isabelle had gotten that memo along with the rest of America.

"He had one." "So he had a condom ready." She raised her eyebrows. "In his nightstand. That's definitely not weird." "Roxie, he's on the hockey team." I gave her a flat look. "What exactly were you expecting? Virgins?" She opened her mouth. Something shifted on her face. "I mean..." "They're all like that." I tilted my head. "Every single one of them. Their captain literally blackmailed my best friend into a fake relationship. The bar is underground."

My face felt hot just thinking about it. “It’s… complicated,” I said weakly. “Complicated how?” Lena’s grin widened. “Because from where I’m sitting, you went from ‘I don’t see what the big deal is about Asher’ to ‘I’m dating the star hockey player’ in like twenty-four hours. This is legendary, Ivy!” She suddenly gasped dramatically. “Wait — does this mean I get to live vicariously through you? Late-night rink makeouts? You wearing his hoodie? Secret locker room moments? I need details, Ivy. I’m invested now.”

"But what if he directly asks who I am and shuts me down once he finds out?" Maddox holds my gaze. "It won't happen that soon. The app is supposed to keep your appearance and identity a secret until you decide to date. It's a blind dating app, but I know Jason's profile name," Maddox smirks evilly. There is a glint in his eye. "Anyway, just setup the app, set your location, and if you match with him, the rest is fair and square." I stare at him. "Wait, why are you helping me?"

Honestly, I’m only checking it because Coach has this psychotic habit of messaging the team at random hours like military deployment is about to begin. But the second my screen lights up, I frown. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Aurora frowns immediately from the bed. “What?” I don’t answer. Because what the actual fuck am I looking at? There’s a notification from Tyler. Then Duke. Then six different hockey group chats exploding at once. And right at the top? A sports gossip page. NORTHFORD TEA. The caption reads: CAPTAIN JAYDEN VALE STEALS TEAMMATE’S GIRLFRIEND AT HOCKEY HOUSE PARTY?!

I and my friends had this app where we met strangers, they would chat us up there and we would go meet them in a hotel to have fuck them. When they were really satisfied with the sex, they would tip high. Some went as far as proposing and even stalking us. I was in the dormitory when I had a chat, it was a cute guy in his 30’s. I replied him and he requested my service. I got to the hotel he had dropped on our chat and it turned out that this guy was messed up.

He chucked. I clenched my hands into fists. “But… Protective. I like that.” Ethan said. His words were met with silence. But he didn’t let the silence stretch long. “I checked you out, you know. Online.” He grinned, teeth flashing. “Big shot hockey player.” I narrowed my eyes. “And?” “And,” he dragged it out like he was savoring it, “I think we should play. A quick game. First to three. Just to see how good you really are. Doesn’t matter there’s no ice… we’ll use what we’ve got.”