Part one that no one liked but whatever it was the lead up to this
October cooled into November, and you were seriously beginning to get cold at night.
“Y/N?” He looked at you and realized your teeth were chattering. “Jesus, come here,” he allowed, and you moved into him, glad he offered before you dared to ask.
Since desperate times called for desperate measures, and you honestly had been dreaming about it for weeks, you wasted no time shoving your face into the crook of his neck. You reddened at the involuntary sound of pleasure that escaped your lips and pretended he couldn’t have heard it.
Minutes passed before his hands found yours, his thumbs running over your knuckles. You sighed into his neck at the comfort until he began kneading them a little clumsily. “Ouch,” you murmured.
“They’re cold,” he said. Great, so he could totally hear you. There goes that facade.
You looked at him and blinked at one another for a moment. He was impossible to read, so here goes nothing.
You pulled your hands away from his and slowly but surely moved them underneath his shirt so they rested on his abs. You maintained eye contact with him the entire time.
“That warm?” he asked quietly.
He cleared his throat. “Good.”
Neither of you dared to shut your eyes. “You can kiss me,” you whispered. “If you want.”
He leaned in immediately to peck your lips with his. You took his hands and placed them underneath your shirt. Minutes of lazily groping and making out later, you panted, “I know what can make us warm.”
He pulled his hands away. “No,” he said firmly.
“No?” You asked, frowning.
“You think I haven’t wanted this for weeks?” he asked rhetorically, making you feel significantly less delusional about the tension that had been building between you both. “If you get pregnant… We’re fucked.”
“Just pull out,” you replied simply.
He rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, because that has an amazing contraceptive success rate,” he said sarcastically.
“Did you just say the words ‘contraceptive success rate’ during the fucking apocalypse?” you asked.
“Yeah, I did. You can’t get pregnant, Y/N. You cannot,” he repeated.
“We can do… other stuff,” you said, planning to convince him more later.
“I don’t wanna tempt myself,” he said, shaking his head.
You flipped around so you didn’t face him.
He kissed the top of your head. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
He must’ve wrapped his arm around your waist overnight. His morning wood rested on your ass cheek, just as God intended.
You took his hand and placed it on your breast and began touching yourself, grinding your ass on his dick. “Sidney, yeah,” your moaned.
He groaned into your ear, signaling you’d woken him up. “Baby, fuck,” he rasped, the pet name spurring you on.
“Fuck me,” you whispered, beginning to turn around.
“No,” he reiterated, keeping you pinned facing away from him by reaching his hand down between your legs. He helped you set a rhythm on your clit before entering two digits inside you.
“Oh, Sid, yes!” You panted, climaxing. You rested against his shoulder again when you came back down and realized he hadn’t finished.
You flipped around, kissing him. “Let me suck you off,” you said, climbing down him already.
He stood. “No, I’ll… I’ll go take care of myself.”
You stared up at him. You never knew a man to resist a blowjob. “Come on. I can…” you trailed, shrugging.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t worry about breakfast, I’ve got it. Just lay back down and try to keep warm.”
You eyed him quizzically before he left to apparently beat off in the woods alone instead of getting sucked off by you.
The rest of the day was quiet, to say the least. You didn’t know if he was mad at you; if in your horny craze you somehow overstepped a boundary or made him uncomfortable. All you knew for certain is that Sidney Crosby did not want to fuck you. He didn’t even want a blowjob from you. Nearly a month spent with this man, and he was determined to not be attracted to you.
You couldn’t deny that your ego was bruised. You had developed quite a crush over the past few weeks. He said he wanted you too last night, but his actions proved differently. Sure, he said he was worried about getting you pregnant, so why not just accept the fucking blowjob?
You were eating dinner in silence when it happened. A yell. “Hello?”
You immediately looked at each other, panic and excitement evident in your eyes.
“Is anyone out there?” The voice was getting closer.
Sidney placed his hand on your arm. “Hide,” he instructed you. “I’ll come get you. I promise.”
However perplexed and rejected he made you feel this morning, you had learned to trust his judgment. You asked no questions, simply bolted in the opposite direction of the voice and found a tree to hide behind. You crouched down and kept an eye on your surroundings.
About an hour passed before you heard Sidney call, “Y/N?”
You stood up, moving away from the tree. “Sid, I’m here,” you called back, rotating until you found him looking at you ten yards away.
He smiled at you. “Good hiding spot, hon,” he said, which was new, as he approached you. He’d never used a pet name with you with the exception of your fooling around this morning. “There’s a shelter,” he shared simply. “It’s about ten adults, five kids. Two women are pregnant. I think… I can’t say for certain, of course, but I think this may be a group worth joining.”
You furrowed your brow. “What makes you think that?” you asked.
You had no idea he would even consider joining a group of people. You thought you and he made a pretty good team until last night.
“I mean, it’s gonna get a lot colder than last night was,” he said, and your stomach twisted. He saw your face fall. “Y/N—“ he began.
“I trust you,” you interrupted him, not wanting to hear his bullshit excuse for whatever this morning was. “Let’s… Let’s at least scope it out.”
“That’s what I’m saying,” he agreed. “They’re friendly towards me, but I wanna make sure you’re comfortable as well. We’re a team, right?” He asked you.
“Will you come inside with me? And then we’ll take a couple days and just think it over?” He asked.
It was extremely evident that these ten adults and five children absolutely knew who Sidney Crosby was, and the idea of having him join their makeshift apocalypse commune was a dream come true. You were just an accessory, someone they’d be willing to feed and house if the superstar demanded it, which he did.
One woman in particular was all over Sid. It was borderline embarrassing. It was to the point that the other women were eyeing you to see if you’d start a cat fight or something, but he’d made it clear you had no claim over him. You just sat there and watched him lap up the attention of this rando when he had so adamantly denied your affection this morning.
Nightfall came, and it was time to leave. You could tell that you had overstayed your welcome. The children were tired, and mothers were eyeing you suspiciously. Eventually, Sid got the hint too and escorted you out of the camp. The men graciously offered you to stay, but thankfully Sidney was mindful that you might not be comfortable with that, especially given there was currently nowhere private for you to sleep.
You walked out of the shelter and turned to look at Sid to gauge his thoughts. He spoke first. “So? What do you think? I think it’s definitely worth considering.”
“Yeah, I mean, maybe you could get a new girlfriend and I can just be the maid,” you sarcastically replied. “That’d be a really easy way to get rid of me, hm?” You asked.
He exhaled shakily. “You’re fucking crazy, you know that?” He asked you.
“Why don’t you just leave me out here since I’m so crazy?” You asked, wiping tears.
“I’m obviously not going to do that,” he contradicted.
“Oh right, because I’m such a lost cause. You couldn’t have that on your conscience,” you continued.
“Why don’t we fall asleep and talk about this tomorrow?” He asked you.
“No one even talked to me the whole time,” you cried. “And that includes you! You spent the entire time giggling with that woman. Is she really that much better than me? You’ve known her what, two hours?” You asked.
“Y/N,” he spoke slowly. “We’ve been out here by ourselves for a month. I’m sorry that I wanted to socialize with other adults.”
You sniffled, wiping your nose. “I at least thought we were friends,” you said quietly before following his instruction, laying down and shutting your eyes.
The next morning, you were shivering. You turned over to find Sidney staring at you. You wiped your eyes, having cried yourself to sleep. You were a big baby, but he knew that anyhow. It was probably part of why he didn’t like you.
He moved over to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. You laid still for a moment before his lips began leaving kisses all over your face and neck. You began to cry again. “Sidney—“
“So beautiful when you cry, but that doesn’t mean I like it,” he mumbled, kissing your lips again. He held you to himself as he rolled both of you over so he was overtop of you. He pushed his hands under your shirt. “Love these tits,” he remarked, lifting your shirt over your head. He kissed your collarbones before latching onto your right nipple. He spent some time on both your breasts before resurfacing to your face. “Hi, hon.”
You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling. “Hi.”
He kissed your cheek. “Can I go down?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” you replied, which was true.
He wiggled your jeans down and nestled his face by your panties. “Fuck, you smell amazing.”
“I haven’t showered in a month.”
“Me neither, baby. You smell like you’ve been waiting a month for this,” he said, pulling your panties down before eagerly lapping at you.
“Hush, hon. We didn’t go that far from camp,” he reminded you.
“I want that bitch to hear me,” you replied.
He smirked. “You’re fucking crazy, and I love it.”
You came, he came, and then you rested in his arms, warmer than you’d been since the beginning of this mess. “I told you this would keep us warm,” you said.
He kissed your shoulder. “You did.”
“I’m sorry I’m so fucking crazy,” you said after a moment. “I just finished my period, so I think I’m like, revved up. Especially after a month of being with you without, you know, that,” you said.
“Don’t apologize. When you said last night you at least thought we were friends… I had no idea how I’d made you feel. Thinking back, I get it. I want you to know… I love you, Y/N. I love your crazy ass.”
You kissed him. “I love you, too. I love your incredibly normal and well-prepared ass.”
“One more thing. I do think we should still see about the group. But if they make you uncomfortable, it’s a no. We can build something like that. I was checking it out last night. It’d take awhile, but we can do it,” he said.
“If we can build our own shelter, I can suck your dick whenever you want,” you whispered.
You laughed, crinkling your nose and leaning into him. “Okay, well then I have one more thing.”
“I’ve been tracking my cycle… And in like two weeks, I’ll be infertile. Will you fuck me then?” you asked him, batting your eyelashes shamelessly.
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