A Simple Man
Summary: Sidney loves to eat.
TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Thoughts, Smut and bits of Fluff (I think), Oral Sex (f receiving), Slight Overstimulation
Hi, lovelies. I just couldn't stop at the thought of munch sid...Also, about the summary...I don't know what else to say. Munch Sid!!! No proofread...
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Sidney was a simple man.
He had always been focused on hockey. It was all he wanted in life—to play in games whether it was in regular season or playoffs or beyond them, to earn more and more accomplishments over his already long list, to teach and inspire the younger generations that anything was possible—and he was happy. There was nothing more he could ask for, because he got hockey. It was all he needed and craved. Rather, he thought that was all he needed and craved. The rush of wins. The lows of losses. They were literally everything to him that he never realized that he was missing an important piece in his life.
Until he met you.
The realization was instantaneous. It hit him like brick of a thousand, shattering the facade of believing he was whole, crushing the thoughts that he didn't need more. He did. He fucking did. He had missed out on so much of you.
Of your softness and gentleness when your arms wrapped around him as you looked up at him with such pride, when you peppered him with kisses just because you wanted to, when you cupped his cheeks just to stare at his eyes.
Of your strength and support when you sat next to him while his mind wrecked with processing a game loss and with new strategies and plans, when you slipped your hand in his and squeezing as he let his heart out with whatever that was bothering him, when you smiled and told him that you would always be there for him even when he was going on full hockey mode.
Of your bluntness when you challenged his way of thinking or his actions, when you reminded him that you were there because he kept on letting his troubles fester, when you put him in place for thinking that he might not be showing how much he loved you enough.
Sidney loved having you in his life. You filled up his heart. You gave him another reason beyond hockey. No, that wasn't right. You didn't give it. You thoroughly became his reason. His reason to play. His reason to live.
You were his life.
Maybe that was why he always craved you. Every minute, every hour, every day. Every moment, every instance, every time. He needed you like he couldn't breathe enough as his chest constricted, like he couldn't focus clearly as his mind must visualize you, like he couldn't speak loudly as he stumbled and lost his words, like he couldn't sate his hunger without the taste of your sweet pussy on his tongue. Fuck, his desperation ruined him and he didn't mind the destruction.
He would embrace it as long as you let him spread your thighs apart and slide your cotton panties to the side so he could watch your pussy quiver under his gaze. He would let it consume him as long as you whimper for him to do something more while you dripped, dripped, and dripped just because of his hot pants felt on your sensitive clit. He would let it destroy him as long as you cried out from relief when he finally licked you up from entrance to your clit with a slow drag that caused his eyes to roll upwards, his hands gripping your thighs, his blunt nails sinking into your skin, his senses dulling yet clearing from you.
You tasted fucking divine every single time.
The first lick would have Sidney going for more. He would lick in cycles of languid strokes and of greedy laps, all according to how loud your moans and whimpers turned, to how desperate your whines to come, to how long he wanted this to last. He loved to give you all you wanted yet he also loved to see you crumble when he wouldn't give it to you.
When you started to cry, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes, and when you were trembling and shifting and trying to run from his ministrations, Sidney would finally push his tongue inside your pussy, his nose grinding down on your clit, and he would be gone as his cock twitched and ached and leaked in his briefs.
He would be gulping down your arousal like he would be downing water midgame. He would be humming and wreck you with the vibrations. He would be savoring the squeeze of your thighs around his head before he gripped them and pushed them back to the point of almost folding you in half. He would be inhaling deep breaths of oxygen and delighting on the smell of your pussy and everything you were giving him. He
When your pussy pulsed in that familiar tremble that he felt so many fucking times on his cock and his tongue, his hands would move. One would cup your ass, groping and squeezing and slapping, then would reach up so he could sink two fingers in you and underneath his tongue, giving you the stretch you craved. The other would be curving over your hip, spreading your pussy lips further apart.
"Sidney. Fuck, Sidney," you would scream in a broken sob, your hips rolling. "Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstopdon'tteaseanymore. Pleasepleaseplease."
At this point, he didn't want to tease anymore. He wanted your cum, his hips rutting against the bed, giving him enough friction to keep his urge to make you come with his cock instead. He didn't want that. He needed your cum on his tongue. He would have it.
And he did as you screamed your silent scream. Your pussy clamped hard around his tongue and fingers, spilling your arousal directly into his awaiting mouth. Just like how he wanted it. He would gulp and gulp, not letting up even as you hissed and tugged at his hair from overstimulation. He would continue to fuck you while feasting on your cum.
Fucking hell, you tasted so fucking good. You feel so fucking good.
He needed more. He wanted more.
Could give him more?
"Another one," he muttered against your pussy, almost sobbing after he slipped out his tongue from you. "Give me another one, my Love."
Your tear-filled eyes looked so hazy from the height of your orgasm. Your cheeks were flushed. Your nipples looked so hard underneath your shirt so he pulled his fingers from your pussy, reaching up to tease them, painting your shirt with your cum. You shuddered, your back arching, giving in to him.
"Okay, sir." You nodded, biting on your lip.
"You are such a good girl for me," he praised, muttering your name, "So perfect, my Love." His eyes would drop to your lips when you released it. Instead diving back in your pussy, he would be crawling so quickly over you, cupping your cheek then the back of your head. He kissed you, his tongue licking your reddened lower lip then sliding past your parted lips and meeting yours, giving you a taste of yourself.
"I love you," he would mutter, "So much."
He would kiss you so desperately that you couldn't reciprocate until he finally stopped to rest his forehead against yours.
"I love you too, Sidney."
There it was again. That warm feeling that burned inside his chest. A wonderful feeling it was.
He took a moment to stare at you. He drank in your wide pupils and wondered if his were just as wide. His lips parted as he grew more mesmerized with you by the minute. He gave you another kiss. A small peck. Then he moved to your cheek to give you another, to your jaw, to your neck. to your collarbone, to tops of your tits, to your pebbled nipples after he tugged your neckline down, to your belly button over the silk, to your clit.
Then he would start again.
All he needed was your pleasure. That in itself was pleasurable for him.
He was, indeed, a simple man.
Honestly, my previous Sid WIPs are one of the fics I have stress-delete once and twice. Nothing was hitting. Anyway...this happened coz...yes, munch Sid...Good night, lovelies!! 🏃🏻♀️🏃🏻♀️🏃🏻♀️
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