| SMUT | 18+ ONLY | my first time writing smut | SMUT | 18+ ONLY |
pairing: Connor Bedard x actress!reader | Frank Nazar mention |
word count: 5.6 K
a/n: Happy Birthday to Connor Bedard! Love you, Bedsy, lemme buy you a drink
[non-smut for bedsy - Turbulence | Whole Foods | Ideal Date]
Your acting career is in its prime, you’ve been in 8 successful films, your current TV series has been trending, and now you’ve been on the road, and in the sky traveling. You finally have wrapped for the day, thanking the producers, and the rest of the crew as they start to clear out and pack up their equipment.
One of the producers calls out to you as you pick up your jacket and your purse. “Hey y/n, we don’t know if you’re into sports, but we got you tickets to see the Vegas Golden Knights vs The Chicago Blackhawks they’re playing at the T-Mobile Arena tonight!”
“Oh wow, thank you! Are you going?” you say, grabbing the tickets and reading them.
“No, I wasn’t sure how long filming would take today so I didn’t buy any” the producer shrugs
“You should take mine then” you smile and hold the tickets out
The producer hesitates, “Are you serious?”
“Yea it’s been a long day, I think I’m just going to take the day to unwind maybe explore the Vegas Strip” you place the tickets in their hands
“Wow thank you so much” the producer smiles
“No problem I hope you enjoy the game, what team are you rooting for?”
“The Blackhawks, I’m from Chicago”
“I hope they win then, go blackhawks!”
You leave the building, and check your phone for any updates about your schedule.
Manager: Booked you a reservation at Hell’s Kitchen, you'll be at the Chef's table! Enjoy!
Manager: Booked your flight it leaves xxx at xxx time don’t be late. I’ll meet you in LA. My flight's a bit earlier have some things I need to get done there before you land.
The black SUV picks you up and takes you to Hell’s Kitchen. You arrive, sitting at the Chef's table enjoying the chaos. your dinner is delicious.
After dinner you ask your driver what’s a good place to get a drink, somewhere near your hotel.
"If you want to watch a game there's a sport bar 10 minutes from your hotel miss"
"Sounds perfect, thank you"
Inside there’s a lot of people there mixed jerseys of blackhawks and the golden knights. You find a seat that's not too crowded, you order your favorite drink and lean back watching on one of the many screens.
The subtitles from the live show appears “Bedard to Nazar, Nazar to Vlasic. Vlasic to Bedard and SCORE Bedard hitting it off the post and into the net!”
People in the bar roar with excitement “That shot was nasty” “Bedard is insane tonight”
You keep watching now invested from the energy of the bar. Eight minutes into the third period “Bedard gets a puck to the face, the refs sending him back to the bench”
“He’s still trying to play” people in the bar laughing “he’s bleeding, that kid loves the game look at him”
And you do, you watch as the screen focuses on him, his chin bleeding, the refs guiding him back. You stay until the final goal, you pay your tab. The Blackhawks win 3-2. When your black SUV arrives back at the hotel it’s already 9-10 PM. Your feet are tired, you’re slightly buzzed from the drinks but it’s nothing serious.
You greet the front desk as you pass by them, and head toward the elevators. You hear them before you can see them, the mumbles of people, their steps. As you enter the elevator, a few of them enter with you. You press the button to your floor, and they do the same. You watch the numbers as they go up
The men in the elevator are dressed normally but their energy radiates from them. They mumble and nudge each other until one of them clears his throat
“Hey sorry my friend here” he says pointing to one of them “he wanted to know if you’re y/n?”
“Yea that’s me” you smile and wave “And what are your names?”
They introduce themselves one by one “Frank” “Alex” “Connor” they all reach their hand out to you and you shake each hand. When you really look at Connor you see the cut on his lip so you ask “Connor as in Connor Bedard? I recognize the cut on your chin from today’s game”
And the other two explode “You watched our game tonight?!”
“Yea you guys we’re great, congrats on the win”
They all say their thank yous harmoniously and laugh nervously. Frank is pulling out his phone “Could we get a picture with you”
“Yea for sure” you smile and fix your hair.
Frank turns the phone and everyone gets into frame he presses his thumb onto the screen taking the photo at least 3. “My girlfriend is a huge fan, she owns everything from your Rhode collaboration.”
“Awh thank you, is she busy? Give her a call I’ll say hi”
“Wait seriously” Frank looks at his phone excitedly. The elevator dings to their floor first, and you follow them out of the elevator. The rings of facetime coming from Frank's phone “What’s her name?”
When she answers, Frank positions the phone so you’re in frame “Hi Alexis it’s so nice to meet you!”
“Oh my god I’m sick! No way hiii y/n”
“I have a collaboration with Fenty Beauty coming out soon and I’ll put Frank on the PR list just for you.”
“Thank you so much I love everything you’re in”
“You’re so sweet” you say waving to her “We’ll have to meet at a game some day” you smile and frank says goodbye to her that he loves her and hangs up the phone.
“Thank you so much again”
“Yea no problem, I hope you guys have a goodnight” you press the elevator arrow to go up
“We have a game tomorrow, we can get you seats by the glass, well connor can”
“Yea coach is a big fan of you, i don’t think he’ll mind”
“I would love to go, but I have a flight tomorrow. I really appreciate the offer
“If you’re ever in chicago let us know, we’ll hook you up”
The elevator opens and you walk into the elevator waving to them “it was nice meeting you guys, don’t forget to tag me in that post. Good luck tomorrow and Go Blackhawks!”
As the elevator door closes you can still hear them
“Dude she watched our game tonight”
“Dude she’s sending Alexis PR”
“She’s so pretty in person”
You get to your room and unwind, taking a hot shower, removing your makeup and your bra. You’re laying in bed when you look up the blackhawks on instagram, and follow them _connorbedard, franknazar14, alexiscarmody, and alex.vlasic.
You reload your feed and see franks instagram stories “got to meet the legendary y/n” you like it. And repost it onto your story .And you read the comments.
Blackhawkfan: blackhawks x y/n
Chitownfans: dream blunt rotation
Bedsyluver: crossover i didn’t know i needed
Baldsy98: she’s so pretty
y/nfan4ever: i’m starting a rumor why are her and connor so close
When you notice you’re smiling at the comments you turn your phone off, turn the lights off and go to sleep.
You wake up to your alarm at 7AM, and start your day ,wash your face, brush your teeth and your phone pings.
Manager: Got you breakfast! you have a wardrobe so you can leave comfortable, make up and hair, at 9AM see you soon!
Manger: Your flight today leaves at 8 PM i sent you the itinerary should be in your email.
As you head downstairs a part of you hopes to see them again, but you don’t. The black SUV picks you up you greet your driver, and you tip him with cash. Your day starts with filming for the press tour
The interviewer asking you “We saw on Frank Nazar's instagram that you met the blackhawks last night how was that”
You’re shocked by the question “They’re great, really cool guys, I’d love to go see a game”
You stop filming by 4PM, and you head back to the hotel to gather your things. The lobby more lively now businessmen and women, a few more casual looking people. You’re scanning for the three guys you met in the elevator but nowhere to be seen. You check out and just as you finalize everything you hear their voices. You turn and see them, Connor is the first to notice you and he waves at you, and you wave back, you start walking towards them and Frank and Alex greet you “y/n hey nice seeing you again”
“I’m just checking out, gotta head to the airport soon”
“We’ll walk you to your car” Connor offers
“I have to call alexis” frank says
“I have to help frank call alexis” alex says and they both walk off
“I will walk you to your car” Connor says
He grabs your bags for you and walks with you outside the black SUV already waiting for you he opens the door for you and stands there
“Thanks Connor, don’t let a puck hit you in the face again”
He laughs “I make no promises” and he closes your door and waves you off and he doesn't go back inside until the black suv is completely out of view.
At the airport you check your luggage in and go through TSA precheck and wait at your gate. The intercom coming
“flight 6798 is delayed” another 30 minutes go by
“flight 6798 to LA has changed gates to A6" another 30 minutes go by
“Flight 6798 has been delayed”
Another hour goes by and then the intercom comes on again “flight 6798 has been canceled we apologize for the inconvenience…”
You call your manager no answer. Okay thats fine call her again nothing, on the fifth call you give up. You call an uber and head back to the hotel, maybe you can reserve the same room for the night. It’s already 10 PM when you make it, there’s a few people waiting to check in so you get in line, you scroll through your phone, try to call your manager again, and nothing.
You look up wondering why the check in is taking forever and you overhear the conversation.
“Ma’am we apologize but the room you booked states it can sleep four people”
“How can it sleep four people when there are only two beds?”
That conversation goes on for another 15 minutes and you sigh, frustrated, tired, hungry.
The hotel doors open and in come the blackhawks a few of them walk straight past you others waving at you, Connor and Frank carrying plastic bags.
“I thought you went to the airport?” Connor asks
“My flight got canceled I’m trying to see if I can get a room for the night”
They look over at the commotion and the line. The silence deafens so you make conversation “What’d you guys get to eat it smells really good”
“Burgers just a few blocks down”
“Come eat with us, seems like it'll be awhile anyways. Once were done you can come back down and figure things out”
“Come eat with us,” Frank says with an easy shrug. “Seems like it’ll be awhile anyways. Once we're done, you can come back down and figure everything out.”
“I should really just wait… I don’t know if they even have any availability-” just then Alex steps over with a grin and takes your carry on and swings the strap over his shoulder
“We can literally hear your stomach rumbling” Frank laughs “We got sweet potato fries” he raises his eyebrows and shrugs his shoulders
Connor tilts his head toward the elevator “Come on”
You don’t even get to answer as the three of them started walking away, not really leaving you with any choice but to follow.
In the elevator you tell them about how your flight had been delayed multiple times, moving to different gates and then ultimately cancelled.
When you step inside their hotel room, it’s much neater than you expected.
A few hockey stickers lean against one wall, team issued duffel bags in the corner, a few sneakers lined up by the door.
Frank sets the takeout bags on the small round table, Alex starts unpacking everything. They got burgers, chicken sandwiches, containers of sweet potato fries, and little cups of dipping sauces.
“Make yourself comfortable” Frank says before disappearing into what you assume to be the bathroom.
You settle in one of the chairs, Connor grabs the TV remote, flipping through channels until he lands on what you think is John Wick Chapter 3.
The four of you squeezed around the table, there were only two dining chairs they let you take one, Connor took the other, Alex pushed one of the arm chairs, and Frank moved one of the benches that sit in front of their beds. It worked out.
Conversation flowed easily between you and them, you asked them about their game, they talked about their pre game sewerball, their different hat tricks and a funny fight that happened. Occasionally, when a commercial wasn’t playing and John Wick was on the screen, it went silent as everyone focused on that and eating.
It felt strange how easy it was to hang out with them after knowing them for not even a few hours.
Three different ringtones break the silence. Alex checks his phone first “Some of the guys are heading out for drinks.
Frank looks at his own screen, typing a quick reply “Are we?” he asks. Alex shrugs “probably”
Connor glances at his phone when it buzzes but he doesn’t bother picking it up. He just reaches for another fry, eyes still fixed on the movie.
Frank stands first, stretching and throwing away his trash “Bedsy, you coming?” Connor still focused on the movie “I’ll meet you guys later”
Alex raises an eyebrow, and Connor nods toward you “Gonna head down with her first, make sure she gets a room”
Frank and Alex look at each other and smile “Alright. Text us.” The two of them grab their wallets, and head out the hotel door clicking shut behind them.
The room suddenly feels much quieter, you shift on the chair. The constant hum of the air conditioner fills the silence while the movie continues playing in the background
Connor doesn't say anything so you don’t either. You two stay where you are seated and pick at the few fries left in a container. You both are deep into one of the many action scenes in John Wick when you both reach for a fry.
Your fingers brush, you both pause. You pull your hand away first, taking a sip of your drink instead.
A commercial comes on, you push your chair back “I’m just gonna use the bathroom”
Connor looks up from the TV and nods.
You take this time to yes use the bathroom but also to breathe, you’re alone in a hotel room with Connor Bedard. This is fine. This is cool. You’re cool.
You dry your hands, and open the bathroom door about to step out when Connor is standing on the other side, one hand raised, about to knock, in his other hand your phone. “Your manager is calling,” he says, holding it out.
“Oh” you gently take it from him, answering the call, lifting the phone to your ear. “y/n finally, i’m so sorry…” your manager goes on to explain why you weren’t able to reach her “I called the hotel, and got everything sorted. It’s your original room, you just need to get a room key…” You laugh softly at your manager rambling.
While you listen to your manager, Connor leans against the bathroom doorframe, his arms folded just watching you. Your eyes drift toward him, as you speak to your manager “I’m okay, got something to eat and I’m back at the hotel…” Neither of you look away and once the call ends, you slide your phone back into your pocket.
“Everything okay?’ he asks
“Yea my manager handled everything, I got the same room just need to get my room key”
“That’s good, I’ll go down with you” Neither of you move. Wanting to linger in each other's presence. The movie continues to play faintly in the background.
You both speak trying to break the silence. Connor lets out a quiet laugh rubbing the back of his neck. You smile at him, the two of you have just been standing there, looking at each other, everything feels much smaller. So you test it and you take a step to walk past him, he doesn’t move, just looks down at you, watching to see what you’ll do. So you recover fast
“Does that still hurt?” you point a finger towards the cut on his chin, “The uh- cut on your chin” your finger just barely grazes his chin right where the cut is it’s mostly scabbed over now.
“Nah, it looks bad but it doesn’t hurt." He says as he looks down at your finger then back to your eyes as he runs his thumb along the cut. “I’ve had uh worse”
“Right” you say nodding your head as if knowing the nature of hockey games. The tension you didn’t realize was there until now has made itself undeniable. You take a second and glance at his lips, then back to his eyes and you swallow. A heat of blush settles on your cheeks, he obviously saw that.
Connor moves his thumb from his chin out towards you, cupping your jaw, his fingertips brushing the curve of your ear, his thumb resting below your cheekbone and he leans in closing the gap.
His lips press lightly against yours, it’s more like a question, testing to see if he read the situation right, and when you don’t pull away his hand tightens and he tilts your face up and presses his lips more firmly against yours.
Slow and deep as your lips meet. Your hands glide up from his chest to around his neck, your fingers threading through his hair cradling his head. Connor melts into your touch, his other hand finds your waist, sliding it up your back, pulling you flush against him. You arch into him as he leans down into you.
Connor I-” you say in between a kiss you start to pull away but he pulls you back in, closer not wanting you to go “I should head back down-” you say as your lips leave him for a slight second.
He rests his forehead against your’s his eyes hazy “yea” he whispers his thumb brushing your lower lip “you should”
His hands grip your hips and he lifts you the few steps into the bathroom and onto the bathroom counter.
A sound between a sigh and a gasp leaves your mouth as he steps between your knees, his mouth back on yours and he deepens the kiss into something hungrier. His tongue traces your lower lip, and you let him in barely separating your lips and he slips his tongue in.
You’ve never kissed anyone like this before, the want, the need. Connor’s mouth travels down leaving a kiss to your jaw, then under your ear, then to your neck. The feeling of his stubble scratching against your skin has you pressing your thighs together.
“Connor-” you say again, but his lips come back up meeting yours. You smile into the kiss laughing a little before you pull away needing to breathe, needing a moment. Connors mouth follows yours back, his head leaning into you more.
You place your hands on his shoulder, pressing lightly, and he stops. His eyes closed not wanting to stop, but he straightens up. The height difference is little with you on the counter looking down at him and him looking up at you.
His hands slide from your waist to your hips, then onto your thighs, his thumbs pressing gentle circles into the fabric.
“Sorry” he says, breathless “I got uh carried away”
Neither of you move, the silence stretches thin, something flickers in his eyes, regret? uncertainty and he starts to step back. You grab the collar of his shirt pulling him back in
“No…no it’s good” your voice coming out steadier than you thought “I just needed a second”
Connor searches your face, then moves his hands off your thighs, onto the counter to the side of your hips “Hey, listen we don’t have to-”
“I want to” you're quick to say, taking a deep breath unsure of where to go from here. “Do you want to..?”
Connor laughs quietly shaking his head “yea I want to I uh” he moves his hands off the counter and onto your hips “just want to make sure you’re comfortable with all of this”
The way he looks up at you, the eye contact he holds is so intense you hold your breath. You move slowly, placing your index finger under his chin, and pull him towards you with no effort and he follows, a small smile tugs at his lips as he leans in.
“Which bed is yours?” you say softly, titling your head. Connor is quick to lift you off the counter , one arm wrapping around your waist like you weigh nothing. Your legs locking around him on instinct, he pushes the bathroom door wider with his free hand, and carries you the short distance from the bathroom to his bed, the one to the left closest to the window.
He lowers you onto the edge of bed, the sheets rumpling beneath you. You sit there looking up at him as he pulls his shirt off, tossing it onto the nightstand.
You lean back on the bed one hand supporting you, the other reaching out to him as he steps closer letting your hand roam from his chest down to his abs and he just smirks at you
“Are all hockey players built like this?” you tease playfully
He grabs your wrist and leans down, placing a kiss into the palm of your hand as he kneels in front of you. He doesn't answer your question just laughs and shakes his head, his hands finding your hips again “You’re sure about this?” he says raising an eyebrow
“Yes Connor, I’m sure” you say, grabbing the golden chain around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
“Good” he says as his finger curls around your bottoms tugging them off, the force of it pushing you against the mattress as he slides them down your legs, and tossing them over his shoulder. His hands pull your knees apart and he presses a small kiss on your clit, eyes never leaving yours. He licks and sucks your clit. The sensation makes you want to close your legs around him but the sheer strength of him has your legs pressed onto the mattress.
His thumb finds your clit moving in slow circles as his tongue enters you, eating you out until your wet enough, he presses one finger into you slowly, your soft gasps as he starts to suck your clit again. Connors fingers thick. Then he presses two fingers into you moving slowly stretching you out slowly, then he adds another, he watches your face as he slowly pulls his fingers upwards, and in and out of you the squelching sound of you is music to his ears. Clearly the stickhandling from hockey had other uses
Your head tilts up to look at him as your clench the bedsheet beside you “connor please”
Connor doesn’t stop he picks up his pace “yes” he gasps out watching you come on done on his fingers. “You did so good,” he says, taking off his shorts, looking at you panting, sprawled out on the bed. He moves to hover over you, but you manage to gather whatever strength you have left and push him to the side, and you end up straddling his thigh. His gigantic muscular thigh. Connor scoots back, arm around your waist, keeping you on his thigh, until he leans against the headboard.
You kiss him again his hand tangling in your hair, the other on your waist, you push him away and his hands are already at the hem of your shirt pulling it up and tossing it somewhere.
You unclasp your bra, and toss it to the side. Connors eyes never leave your, but his hands move up from your hips to your waist to the underside of your boobs he caresses them. He moves them slowly up cupping them his thumb circling around your nipples, not once does he look down at them he keeps looking to your eyes watching your reaction to his touch.
As you sink down onto him, his forehead presses into yours, the smooth motion of him filling you completely. A low groan tearing from his throat as you full clench around him. His hands slide down to the curve of your hip tracing lazy patterns on your skin, trying to keep his composure as he waits for you to adjust to him, his hands sliding up and down your back.
Your hands fins his shoulders as you steady yourself, you roll your hips in a slow rhythm. You bite your lip holding back your moans as you pick up speed, bouncing on him
Connors hands find your hips, guiding your movements as he watches you with dark, half- lidded eyes “yes” he breathes his voice rough
He thrusts up into you, the bed creaking with the force of each movement, your breasts bouncing with the rhythm. Each thrust driving him deeper into you hitting that spot that makes your toes curl
Connor slides his hand between your thighs, his thumb finding your clit, pressing tight circles in time with your movements
Your hips stutter against his as pleasure wracks you a muffled cry escaping as you clench round him riding out every pulse of it
Connor groans beneath you, his hand gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you through your orgasm, chasing his own. He follows a moment later a groan tearing from his throat as he pulls out quickly spilling onto your stomach .
For a long moment, there’s only heavy breathing and the warmth of two bodies tangled together
Connor reaches up, brushing the loose strands of damp hair away from your face, he leans over to check his phone “The guys are still out” he murmurs after looking up Frank’s location “We’ve got another hour.
He sets his phone down and buries his face into the curve of your shoulder.
“Mmhmm” you mumble sleepily “I’m too tired to do anything”
Connor props himself up on one elbow, one arm still wrapped around your waist as he presses a kiss to your shoulder “C’mon, lets go shower”
You respond by settling into the pillow even deeper “No I’m comfortable here”
“Alright then” the mattress shifts beneath you, Connor moving to slip his arms underneath you, scooping you into his chest, and carrying you to the bathroom “you’ll be more comfortable after a hot shower” he says
The steam from the shower fills the bathroom as he adjusts the water temperature. He washes your hair first, gently massaging your scalp as the warm water cascades over both of you.
He accidentally got soap in your eye and you hit his chest, the shower filling with laughter.
Connor steps out first, grabbing a towel for you “Come here” he says as you step out, he gently rubs the towel over your shoulders and arms before he grabs a robe and drapes it around you carefully tying the belt.
You lean against the sink as you watch him, quickly running the towel through his hair then wrapping it around his waist.
You both wander back into the bedroom to gather your clothes that are scattered throughout the room. You move to Connor’s bed bending down to grab your underwear when the click of the hotel door unlocks
You and Connor snap your heads towards the door and Connor’s eyes go wide “Oh, shit”
Without thinking, he quickly grabs your carryon bag and tosses it over his bed hopefully landing next to you, then he grabs your purse off the table and tosses it toward you, “Catch”
You barely manage to grab it before he starts frantically scooping every piece of your clothing, your top, your bottoms, your shoes, everything that he sees that’s yours he grabs.
He launches the pile into your arms, he grabs your wrist and quickly pulls you down to duck beside the bed just as the door swings open Connor straightens up.
“Bedsy!” Frank calls out while kicking his shoes off. “Where were you? The guys were waiting”
Connor rubs the back of his neck “ I- uh…had to take a shit, my stomach’s been killing me”
Frank makes a disgust look on his face “ain’t no way you stunk up our bathroom”
Connor shrugs, reaching for a t-shirt and pulling it over his head
“So did y/n make it back alright” Frank says as he suddenly pats his pockets
“Yeah” Connor says, reaching for a pair of shorts, and tugging them on under the towel.
“Ah shit, forgot I gave Vlasic my wallet” Frank says turning around, slipping on his slides “I’ll be right, and when I get back” a slow grin spreads on his face “we’re talking about what you two did when we left”
Connor freezes, as Frank laughs before disappearing down the hallway.
As soon as the door clicks shut you stand up from behind the bed, throwing your shoe at Connor. He catches it and walks toward you “I’m sorry” he whispers “ I panicked”
You sit at the edge of his mattress staring at him with a deadpaned face “you panicked?!”
You’re about to say something when the hotel door clicks again. Connor’s head whips toward it “holy shit” he says as he gently pushes you back onto the mattress, pulling the comforter all the way over you.
He moves onto the other edge of the bed, switching off the lamp, and sitting directly in front of the person-shaped lump beneath the blankets.
Frank walks back in “Dude, you'll never believe it. Vlasic was literally outside”
Connor sits crossing his legs and laughs “crazy dude”
Frank narrows his eyes “You good bedsy?”
“Yeah” Connor stretches dramatically, as he lays onto the mattress, throwing an arm over his eyes “just tired”
Frank shrugs “Alright, I’m gonna shower” he rummages through his suitcase, something catching his attention
“...Connor” Frank holds up a bra between his two fingers “dude, come on”
Connor peaks beneath his arm “What?” Frank shakes his head “If you’re gonna have a girl in here, make sure her stuff doesn’t end up in my suitcase. Are you trying to get me killed?
“The hell are you talking about?” Connor sits up, as Frank tosses the bra at him, it hitting Connor in the chest.
Frank stares at him like he lost his mind “I seriously thought you had a thing for y/n” Connor looks away “I swear she likes you” frank laughs.
Connor looks at him “You think?”
Frank points at him “Dude, we left you alone with her twice” he spreads his hands dramatically “
“Ain’t no way Connor Bedard hottest in the league right now, fumbles y/n l/n, get yours eyes off the puck for a second bedsy”
Connor smiles “you really think she’s into me?”
Frank blinks “Dude don’t be stupid” he shakes his head and grabs the rest of his stuff disappearing into the bathroom, a few moments later the shower starts running.
You take this as your chance to slip out from beneath the blankets, taking a breath of fresh hair, Connor looks over. Your eyes meet as you both burst into quiet laughter. You reach over to grab your bra
The bathroom door swings open “hey did-” Frank stands there holding your phone. He just stares. Everyone freezes. “...left their phone here-”
Your hand slowly picks up your bra from beside Connor. Connor rubs the back of his neck. You shove the bra underneath the blanket and look up at Frank with the sweetest smile you could managed “Hey Frank”
“Hey y/n” he tosses your phone, Connor catching it and placing it on the nightstand.
“Bedsy..” Frank laughs, shaking his head “I cannot believe this is actually happening right now”
Connor sighs “Frank…go shower”
Frank still chuckling to himself “alright alright” and he disappears back into the bathroom. Connor walks over to his suitcase digging through it, he brings you back a a shirt, and a pair of shorts
“The best I got for you” you pull them on. The shirt swallowing you whole, hanging mid thigh, the shorts are a different story, you have to roll them several times just for them to stay up. You plant your hands on your hips and look at him
“Serously?” you say. Connor’s smile widens “You look cute”
Frank leaves the bathroom with a towel hanging around his neck “Aww Bedsy, and little Bedsy” he grins as he climbs into bed, folding his hands behind his head.
“Alright you two had your fun, none of that while I’m here”
Connor’s face turns red “I-we weren’t- dude, come on” Frank just grins as he closes his eyes.
You crawl back onto Connor’s bed, you and Connor settling into bed.
“Goodnight you two, no funny business I mean it” Frank says turning in bed.
In the morning, multiple alarms blast throughout the room. Connor groans first, still half asleep, his hand finds your waist giving it a sleepy pat before he drags himself toward the bathroom.
You sit up slowly watching him go inside the bathroom. As the door closes you look over at Frank. He already pushed himself up on one elbow a grin on his face “so… you and Connor Huh” he wiggles his eyebrows.
You lay back down groaning “it’s too early for this”
“Didn’t take you two very long to you know…”
You laugh throwing one of Connor’s pillow at him “shut up, frank”
Frank catches it easily, laughing before he tosses it back.
a/n: This is my first time EVER writing smut so let's all just BE KIND about it. I'll hopefully get better at writing it but for now my first-ever smut goes to Connor Bedard, on his birthday nonetheless. Let me know if I should just stay away from smut LOL and go back to our regularly scheduled (not really scheduled) program
!! I won't be writing for maybe 2 weeks, maybe something small as I travel I'm not too sure yet. !!
Also, the NHL schedule has been released and I want to go to a hockey game so bad!
I also started collecting NHL cards, I got Toffoli from the San Jose Sharks, which was exciting. Everytime I buy a pack I hope to get Bedsy
As always love anisa <3
