Hey girl, love your writing so much!!! Could you maybe write about Mack and reader having a long-distance relationship and he calls her late at night beeing all whiney and needy and they have phone sex? Thank you so much.
thank you so much, that means a lot to me!!! hope you enjoy this one <3
I Miss You
pairing: Macklin Celebrini x female reader
summary: Miles apart and burning with desire, Macklin's late-night call to his girlfriend turns desperate.
TW: MDNI, Smut, phone sex, masturbation, vibrator use, dirty talk, submissive Mack.
The phone buzzes on your nightstand, breaking the silence of your bedroom. You glance at the screen and see Macklin´s name. A smile tugs at your lips as you answer, already knowing what kind of call this will be.
"Hey, you," you say softly, settling back against your pillows.
"Hey," Macklin's voice comes through the speaker, thick with exhaustion and something else. "Did I wake you?"
"No, I was up," you reassure him. "Long day?"
"Long week," he corrects with a sigh. "Missing you like crazy."
You can hear it in his voice, that whiny edge he gets when he's particularly needy, when the distance between you feels especially heavy. It's been three weeks since you've seen each other, three weeks of calls and texts that never quite satisfy the craving for his touch.
"I miss you too, Mack," you murmur, your hand sliding down your stomach. "So much."
There's a pause, then his voice drops to that lower register that never fails to make you shiver. "What are you wearing?"
You smile at the predictability of the question, at the vulnerability in his tone. "Just that t-shirt of yours you left here. And panties."
"Fuck," he breathes, and you can hear the rustle of sheets on his end. "I wish I was there to take them off you."
"I wish you were here to do a lot of things," you tease, though your voice has grown huskier.
His laugh is strained. "I think about touching you. Tasting you. It´s all I can think about."
Your hand slips beneath the waistband of your panties as his words paint vivid pictures in your mind. "I'm touching myself right now," you confess. "Pretending it's you."
"God, really?" The hope in his voice is palpable. "Tell me what you're doing."
"My fingers are circling my clit," you breathe, closing your eyes. "Slow, just how I like it when I'm thinking about you."
"Fuck," he groans, and you can hear the distinct sound of his hand working his cock. "I'm so hard for you right now. Been thinking about this all day."
"Tell me," you urge, your own fingers moving faster. "Tell me what you were thinking about."
"You," he says immediately. "On your knees. Looking up at me with those eyes while you take me in your mouth."
The image sends a jolt through you, and you moan softly. "Mack..."
"Please," he whines, his voice breaking. "Please say my name like that again. I need to hear you."
"Mack," you repeat, louder this time as your fingers work more frantically. "I wish you were here. I need you so bad."
"I need you too," he whimpers, and you can hear the desperation in his voice. "I need to be inside you. Need to feel you come around me. God, I'd do anything to be there with you right now."
Reaching over to your nightstand, you grab your vibrator, switching it on to a low setting. The buzzing sound carries through the phone and Macklin's breath hitches.
"Is that what I think it is?" he asks, his voice trembling with anticipation.
"Maybe," you tease, pressing it against your clit. "What would you do if it was?"
"I'd..I'd..." he stammers, clearly overwhelmed. "I'd beg for you to let me watch. To let me hear everything."
The vibrator sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can't help but moan louder. "Like this?"
"Fuck, yes," he groans. "Just like that. God, the sounds you make, they're driving me crazy. I'm so close already."
"Don't you dare come yet," you command, your voice firm despite the pleasure coursing through you. "You don't get to come until I say so."
"I won't," he promises, though his voice is strained. "I'll be good. I'll wait for you."
You increase the speed of the vibrator, your hips bucking against it as pleasure builds. "Are you touching yourself, Mack? Are you thinking about me?"
"All the time," he whines. "Every second of every day. I'm so hard it hurts. Please, please let me come. I need it so bad."
"Not yet," you say again, though your own control is slipping. "Tell me how much you want me."
"I want you more than anything," he begs, his voice breaking. "I'd give anything to be there with you right now, to feel you, to taste you, to make you scream my name."
His words push you closer to the edge, and you can feel your orgasm building. "I'm close, Mack. So close."
"Please," he whimpers. "Please let me come with you. I need to hear you come. I need it so bad."
"Come with me," you gasp, increasing the speed of the vibrator as you finally let yourself fall over the edge. Your body convulses as pleasure washes over you, his name falling from your lips in a breathless moan.
His cry follows yours, a desperate sound as he finally finds his release. The phone is filled with the sounds of both your pleasures, a symphony of need and fulfillment that bridges the miles between you.
When you finally come back to yourself, the phone is silent for a moment before Macklin's voice, softer now, breaks through.
"That was..." he trails off, and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice. "God, I needed that."
You laugh, a content, sated sound. "Me too."
"I wish I was there to hold you afterward," he says wistfully. "To kiss you and tell you how much I love you."
"I love you too," you murmur, already feeling the post-orgasm sleepiness creeping in. "Even when you're a needy mess."
"Especially then," he agrees with a soft laugh. "Get some sleep, okay? I'll call you tomorrow."
"Okay," you agree, already drifting off. "Night, Mack."
the canadiens had lost their game tonight. which is really not the biggest deal but for your boyfriend, the goaltender, it completely is. he takes everything to heart, internalizes it.
he needs to shut his mind off after a bad game. or else he'll be thinking about it twenty four seven all the time. needs something to get his mind off of it. and that's where you come in.
you know exactly how to make jakub feel better. people don't look at him and would think he likes to give up control in the bedroom. but he does. he absolutely does. especially after such a bad game like the one tonight.
so, right now, you're hovering above him. naked. pussy already dripping from where he'd so graciously eaten you out before (he loves burying himself in between your thighs). but you hadn't sunk down on his cock yet.
you've got his cock in your hand, aching, leaking precum from the tip. and you're stroking him. painfully slow. but it's what he needs. and he won't ever dare complain. because then you'll stop and his mind will end up going back to the bad game because he'll have no choice to think about it.
every now and then, you'll give his base a squeeze. or you'll reach down to cup and squeeze his balls. shift down just slightly so he thinks you'll finally sink down on him, only to push yourself back up once again.
right now, you're dragging the head of his cock through your wet folds, using your arousal as eventual lubrication. he's letting out soft sighs. he's already so worked up. you'd had him in your mouth earlier, but didn't let him come just yet.
you tap it against your clit a few times, making the lower half of his body shake from the stimulation. he let out a tiny mix of a moan and a groan. sounds so pretty.
'baby...' he breathed out. 'want you.' he admitted. although he is perfectly content to lie back and let you do all the work. get his mind cleared.
'yeah?' you whispered. 'just gonna lie there and let me use you? help you empty out that pretty head of yours?' you asked, running his tip along your folds again.
he nodded, hands coming to cup your hips, giving a soft squeeze and a tiny pat to your ass. 'please.' he said.
'aww, my little pillow princess gonna let me use him.' you teased.
'stop.' he whined, but he was blushing.
you slowly sunk down onto his cock, straddling his lap and fully sitting on him. you rocked your hips a few times to get comfortable, your clit brushing against his pelvis.
jakub tilted his head back against the pillows, eyes closing a letting out what was almost a soft sigh of relief at the feeling of you finally on top of him, of him finally inside you, all warm. just for him.
you leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest, thumbs brushing his pecs and his nipples as you began to move. slowly. little bounces up and down, rocks of your hips back and forth.
'there we go.' you whispered when you felt him start to relax, another soft sigh coming from his mouth as he tilted his head to the side on the pillow.
you kept rocking. slowly. never too fast. he needs soft and slow right now to clear his head. you would only move up off of him a few inches, then sink right back down. just enough stimulation to make him feel good; you'd already had him way too overstimulated before.
you felt his muscles tightening beneath you, his abs clenching. you ran your hands down over them, feeling how taut they were.
'oh, baby.' you cooed, leaning down to kiss lightly at his neck, up to his cheeks, and finally, his lips.
'gonna come for me?' you whispered, running your nails over his abs. he nodded. 'go on then. you deserve it.' you told him.
jakub's hips lifted up into yours as he shot his load into you, an actual moan falling from his lips as his bottom half writhed against the cool sheets. you reached up intertwining your fingers on the bed as his eyes opened to look you in the eyes.
'did so good for me.' you whispered to him. 'my best boy. always so good. i love you.'
Arber who cums before reader for the first time and he’s highkey embarrassed and confused like ??? What now
AX72.||arber xhekaj.
smut.
arber cums first.
“Oh fuck, Arber, faster,” I gasped, clawing at his back. My nails dug deep into his skin as I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, riding the intense rhythm as his cock plunged deep inside of me.
“You’re so tight, fuck,” he growled, his voice dropping into a raspy, low register that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. The sheer sound of his voice made me wetter, overriding my senses.
“Ugh,” I moaned aloud. Before I could say anything else, his lips crashed against mine, connecting in a sloppy, bruising kiss that tasted like heat and desperation.
His thrusts picked up a frantic pace. The sharp sound of skin slapping skin filled the bedroom, mixed with the heavy, wet noises of friction and our tangled moans echoing off the walls. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath scorching hot against my skin.
“Stop squeezing... you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted, his chest heaving. He bit his lower lip, trying to fight his own release, completely focused on making me cross the finish line before he did.
“I can’t help it, it feels too good,” I whined, arching my back off the mattress. The sudden shift in angle pushed him over the edge. Arber's head dropped back, his jaw clenching tightly as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled deep inside me. His entire body jerked forward violently, locking up as he spent himself completely grunting in the process.
“No,” he breathed out, shaking his head in immediate disbelief. His powerful thrusts slowed down to a trembling halt as the realization of what just happened hit him. “What the fuck...” he muttered, his voice shaky, his muscles still overwhelmed and twitching from the aftershocks.
“It’s okay, baby,” I murmured softly, reaching up to rub his tense bicep to soothe him.
“What did I just do?” He ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his head in utter confusion.
I couldn't help but giggle at how completely thrown off he was. “You came. That felt good, huh?” I teased, leaning up to kiss his jawline.
He just shook his head, looking down at me with wide, bewildered eyes. “Now what?” he started, pausing to process it before continuing, “I never finish first. I don’t... I don’t actually know what to do now.”
Anxious to fix it, he shifted his weight slightly and slid his thumb down over my clit, trying to stimulate me to a climax. I let out a sharp moan at the sudden sensation, which was intensified by the feeling of his warm cum still pooled inside me around his lingering thickness.
“Are you going to cum?” he asked, his eyes filled with genuine concern as he watched my face.
“Baby, it’s okay, don’t worry about it,” I said gently. I rubbed his chest comfortingly before grabbing his wrist and gently pulling his hand away from me. “Let’s just go wash up and go to bed.”
I reached down, guiding him as he slowly pulled out of me. The sudden absence left me feeling cold, and his cum began pooling out onto the towel we had wisely laid under us earlier.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized instantly, his voice heavy with guilt. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, hugging me tightly against his chest the moment I stood up to walk toward the bathroom.
“It’s okay, who cares?” I said, turning around in his embrace to look at him. “I don’t always have to be the one who cums first. You usually make me finish multiple times, so it’s really not a big deal.” I waved it off with a smile, tossing the soiled towel into the hamper and turning the shower handle to let the water heat up.
“But I still feel bad,” Arber muttered, stepping into the shower enclosure right behind me as the steam began to fill the room.
“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong,” I shrugged, stepping under the warm spray and grabbing the soap to wash my body. I looked back at him, seeing the lingering pout on his face, and reached out to playfully slap his chest. “Get out of your head, big boy.”
why’s there like no pictures of arber on pinterest?
Please please please one with riding Sidney’s abs. You’re unsure on how to do it and he’s guiding you and talking you through it
SC87.||sidney crosby.
smut.
riding sid’s abs.
“Sid, I don’t know howww,” I whined.
My boyfriend was laying shirtless in bed beneath me, while I sat perched on his toned abs wearing nothing but a shirt.
“Grind, baby, it’s not hard,” his soft voice spoke, his hands instantly reaching up to grab my hips and guide me. “See? Like this.”
He moved my hips slowly, aligning me so my clit rubbed right against his warm skin. A sudden moan escaped my lips, and I gasped at the new feeling, my hands resting on his chest for balance.
“You look so pretty,” he murmured, his gaze locked onto mine as his hands kept guiding my rhythm. I could only nod, looking down at him in absolute awe.
Every time his ab muscles flexed under me, it sent a shock straight through my body, intensifying the friction. He noticed the shift in my breathing and smiled up at me.
“You're such a good rider,” he praised softly. Sid always talked me through everything, making sure I felt safe and praised every step of the way.
He tilted his head down slightly to look at where our bodies met. “Look at this... all for me,” he said, admiring the sticky trail I was leaving behind over his abs. Swiping a bit of the moisture with his finger, he watched it glisten in the dim light before bringing it to his lips and licking it clean.
“And my baby tastes so good.”
His hands slid down to grip my ass, squeezing gently. My body twitched from the overwhelming sensation, the warmth of his palms sending shivers down my spine.
“Such a messy girl, making a mess all over me,” he added with a nod, completely unfazed by the wetness, which only made more moans slip out of my mouth.
“Sidddd,” I whined, my thighs starting to ache from the effort.
He nodded encouragingly, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my skin. “Yeah, baby, talk to me.” He rubbed my back, remaining incredibly nurturing even in moments like this.
“I’m tired... help me,” I pouted, looking down at him with wide eyes.
The moment the words left my mouth, his grip on my hips tightened. Instead of letting me stop, his hands took over completely, moving me at a much faster pace—a rhythm I hadn't been able to reach on my own.
I squealed, feeling a sudden, tight knot form in my stomach. My eyes shut tight as the pleasure spiked. Sid already knew exactly what was about to happen.
“That’s it, love. Let it out on me,” he encouraged, his voice dropping an octave.
I let out a loud moan, completely letting go as waves of a climax crashed through me, cumming right against his abs. He held me steady through the aftershocks, slowly easing the pace down before stopping completely.
He gave my bum a gentle, affectionate tap. “How did that feel?” he smiled warmly.
Exhausted and completely content, I leaned down, collapsing against his chest and wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug.
sid is definitely in my top 3 favourites to write for!
Idk if you do smut requests but if you do could you do you waking up to him having morning wood🫣…
MC71.||macklin celebrini.
smut.
mack wakes up with morning wood.
I slept peacefully in our shared apartment bed, feeling Mack stir against me in his sleep. Shifting slightly backward, I felt the solid weight of him pressed flush against my butt, soft, unconscious noises dropping from his lips as he began to wake.
“Good morning, baby,” I murmured, letting out a faint yawn.
As he fully blinked awake, his face instantly flushed a deep, embarrassed red. “I’m sorry for waking you up,” he muttered, immediately bringing his hand up to bite his nail nervously.
I shook my head, offering a warm, reassuring smile. “It’s okay, you don’t have to stop. You can keep going.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice a low whisper. His hand dropped down, gripping himself through the soft fabric of his boxers.
I nodded in response, scooting back even further until I was pressed directly against him. The friction was immediate, and a grin broke across his face against the back of my neck.
“Mm, ugh,” a low noise of satisfaction escaped his throat as I began to move with him, helping him find a steady rhythm and creating more friction between us.
“Are you going to cum soon?” I asked softly, feeling the warmth of his pre-cum beginning to seep through his boxers against my skin.
He nodded his head frantically, momentarily forgetting my back was turned, before finding his voice. “Y-yauh,” he moaned out.
I couldn't help but giggle softly at how undone he was. “Okay, baby. Keep going, you’re almost there,” I cooed, encouraging him to keep the pace.
A series of quiet cries and breathless whimpers left his mouth as he finally broke, coming hard into his boxers. His breath hitched and his body jerked in short, sharp waves against mine before his movements finally ground to a halt, leaving him panting heavily.
Once his breathing slowed, I turned over to face him. His cheeks were blotchy and bright red, his hair was a completely tangled mess, and he looked entirely dazed. I leaned in, catching his lips in a soft, lingering kiss.
“We should definitely do this more often,” I smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his eyes.
arber had always been well aware of just how big he was. 6'4" tall, coming in at around 240 lbs. he's a big guy.
and compared to you? well, he's almost a giant. like a freakishly tall giant. which you make sure to point out to him all the time.
it's not like the size difference between the two of you in unnoticeable. it completely is. like you couldn't not notice it even if you tried. you wouldn't even consider yourself to be exrtremely tiny, but compared to him you might as well be some woodland creature.
it makes you shy, to be honest. knowing he's so big. big all around, too. the first time you saw his cock you thought he was going to end up splitting you open from the inside. he's huge.
and arber? he absolutely loves it. he doesn't even think of it in other situations, but with you, he takes pride in just how big he is. not only can he protect you, but it turns him on. your entire waist is almost the size as his forearm. he can just wrap you up and have his way with you.
like he's doing right now. absolutely ravishing you.
arber had been staying at your place for the past couple of days since the canadiens are out of the playoffs now and their season is done. and you just so happened to have a full floor length mirror right across from your bed. and his thoughts had been running wild.
he'd thought about fucking you right in front of it. making you watch as he pounded into you from behind. see him towering over you even during sex.
he's got you on your knees on your bed, spread out, facing the mirror. he's behind you, cock nestled in your pussy in between your folds. he's got one hand cupping your throat, making you tilt your head and watch yourself in the mirror as he's fucking you.
'eyes open, baby.' he whispered in your ear, nipping at the lobe as your head tried to roll back on his shoulder. unsuccessful; as he's still got your throat in his grasp.
you snapped your eyes open, meeting his in the mirror as he looked straight at it and into your soul.
'look at that.' he cooed, drawing your attention to where his cock was pistoning in and out of you at a lightning speed, making a wet squelching sound.
'arber...' you whined. so unfair.
'what, baby? you like watching us like this? like watching me fuck you?' he whispered in your ear again, asking.
you could only nod, walls clenching down around him when he pushed back up into you.
one of his arms came around your front, basically covering your entire body. even he had to let out a groan at that. the sight of it is absolutely breathtaking. you're just so small compared to him. and he loves it. could keep you like this forever. just wrapped in his arms.
as he thrust in again, he felt movement from your stomach. oh. that's his cock. his cock is pushing in your stomach, bulging against your skin. he moved his arm out of the way so he could watch it in the mirror.
'holy shit, baby.' he whispered in awe. 'you're taking me so well.'
your eyes dropped in the mirror to where he was looking. oh. that's his cock. right there. you can see it bulging in you. the sight made you clench down around him, bulging it out even more.
arber tilted your head back to him so he could kiss you, pressing down on the bulge at the same time, making shocks go throughout your body at how different, how good it felt. your knees almost gave out right then and there. and if he hadn't been holding you up, still fucking you, they would've buckled and you would've sunk down onto the bed.
'easy, baby.' he said, pressing down again as your pussy spasmed around him.
your orgasm hit you like a freight train, pussy walls tightening and spasming around arber's cock, sucking him in and milking him as he kept thrusting up into you, base of his cock brushing against your clit as you sunk down.
arber pulled out as his orgasm hit him, wanting to look in the mirror and see the evidence of his release painting your skin. ropes of white ended up on your thighs, your pussy, even some coming up onto the skin of your stomach.
the sight was absolutely beautiful. you, covered in him, slumped in his arms. so small and fragile compared to him. he took up almost your entire space.
without even thinking, he grabbed his phone, angling it in front of the mirror and catching a really good picture for his eyes only folder for when he's eventually back on the road. because this is a sight he never wants to get out of his mind.
Ur out shopping and he’s just following you around like a lost puppy (paying for all ur clothes and stuff)
And you try on some lingerie or something and try to get him to look or feel it but he’s jst all blushy and shyyyyy
suggestive content below some puppyish themes too
the boutique smells like vanilla, and macklin’s trailing three paces behind you with his arms full of glossy bags, chin practically resting on your shoulder whenever you stop moving. he’s been like this all afternoon—wide-eyed, obedient, a little overwhelmed by the perfume and the lighting and the way you look picking through racks like you own the place. every time you hand him something he takes it without a word, just nods, cheeks already pink from the walk in the cold.
you pause at the lingerie section, fingers trailing across a sheer black set that’s more ribbon than fabric, and you feel him go still behind you. “what do you think, baby?” you ask, holding the hanger up so the lace catches the light.
his eyes dart to it, then to the floor, then to the ceiling. “it’s… it’s very pretty,” he mumbles, voice barely there, throat clicking when he swallows. “you’d look amazing. i mean. you always do. but that’s… that’s nice.”
you laugh, soft and warm, and press the hanger against his chest until he has to take it with one hand, bags rustling. “you’re not even looking at it.”
“i am,” he insists, but his gaze is fixed firmly on a button near your collarbone. his ears are turning red, creeping down toward those splotchy rosy cheeks you love so much. he looks like he might faint.
you pluck a second set—deep burgundy, barely-there silk—and tilt your head. “come help me pick. i need a second opinion.”
macklin follows you toward the fitting rooms like he’s being led to his own execution, all big eyes and trembling lower lip. the attendant barely glances up, used to couples by now, and you slip into the spacious room at the end, leaving the curtain half open. “mack,” you call, sing-song.
he appears in the gap, clutching the bags to his chest like a shield. “yes?”
“get in here. i need you to check the straps.”
he makes a tiny noise, something strangled and high, and shuffles inside. you’ve already shed your sweater and jeans, standing in just the burgundy set, adjusting the clasp behind your back. his mouth opens. closes. the bags slide down his forearms and hit the bench with a thump.
“well?” you turn slowly, letting him see the way the lace hugs your hips. “how’s it look?”
“good,” he squeaks. “really good. um. perfect. you should… you should get it. both. all of them.” he’s nodding fast, hair flopping into his eyes, refusing to let his gaze drop below your chin.
you step closer, close enough that he has to back against the mirrored wall, palms flat at his sides. “you didn’t even look at the back,” you tease, turning around and gathering your hair up. “feel if it’s too tight.”
he whimpers. actually whimpers, small and puppyish. “i shouldn’t—”
“go on. be a good boy for me.”
his breath hitches at that, shaky and audible in the little room. his fingers hover an inch from your spine, trembling, before he finally presses the pads of two fingertips against the band. “it’s… it’s soft,” he whispers, like he’s confessing something filthy. “you feel… i mean it feels… nice.”
you glance over your shoulder at him. he’s staring at where his hand meets your back, lips parted, cheeks absolutely blazing. he looks like he’s memorizing the temperature of your skin. “that’s it?” you ask, playful. “just soft?”
“pretty,” he breathes. “you’re so pretty. i can’t—” he swallows hard, pulling his hand back and hugging it to his own chest. “you’re gonna make my heart stop. seriously. i’m gonna need to sit down.”
you turn fully, leaning in so your chest nearly brushes his, and watch his eyes go huge. “you’re paying for it, right?”
he nods frantically, already reaching for his back pocket, fumbling the card out with both hands. “yes. yes, of course. whatever you want. all of it.” he says it with such earnest desperation, like he’s terrified you’ll think he won’t. “i’ll carry it too. i’ll carry everything. just…” he peeks down at the lingerie, then squeezes his eyes shut, a full-body shiver running through him. “you’re gonna wear that for me?”
“maybe,” you hum, taking the card from his fingers and sliding it slow against his palm just to feel him shiver. “if you ask nicely.”
he practically melts against the mirror, knees knocking together, that sweet pathetic look washing over his face. “please,” he whispers, voice cracking. “please wear it. i’d be so good. i’d be the best boy. i’d… i’d just look at you. i wouldn’t even touch. i promise.”
you lean up and kiss the corner of his mouth, tasting how hot his skin is. “you can touch a little,” you murmur against his lips, and he whines, swaying toward you like a plant toward sun.
“you’re too nice to me,” he mumbles, eyes watery with adoration. “i don’t get why. i’m just… i’m just following you around.”
“exactly,” you say, stepping back to peel the set off, watching his jaw go slack in the mirror’s reflection. “you’re my little shadow. my sweet puppy. now hold these while i get dressed.”
he catches the lingerie when you toss it, clutching the lace to his chest like a treasured thing, nose buried in the fabric for just a second before he realizes what he’s doing and goes scarlet. “sorry,” he squeaks. “it smells like you. i mean. i’m sorry. i’ll pay now. i’ll wait by the register. i’ll—”
“come here,” you laugh, grabbing your sweater and nodding toward the curtain. “walk with me. and stop apologizing for being cute.”
macklin shuffles after you, still pressing the lingerie to his heart, bags swinging from his other elbow. at the register he sets everything down with trembling hands, sliding the card across the counter without looking at the total, gaze locked on your face instead. the cashier rings it up and he doesn’t even flinch, just keeps staring at you like you hung the moon specifically for him to admire.
outside, the air is crisp, and he adjusts the bags so he can walk closer to your hip, nearly tripping over his own feet to keep pace. “did i do okay?” he asks, small and hopeful, rosy cheeks darkening against the wind. “in there? i didn’t mess anything up?”
you slip your hand into his back pocket, feeling him jump and then lean into you with a happy little sigh. “you were perfect,” you tell him. “my good boy.”
he makes that sound again—that soft, overwhelmed, puppyish whimper—and presses his forehead to your temple as you walk. “i’ll buy you anything,” he whispers, breath fogging in the cold. “just keep looking at me like that. please.”
you squeeze his hand and lead him toward the next storefront, your devoted little shadow trailing behind, blushing and blissed out.
Pls like hear me out the humiliation is perfect like he’s all whiny and subby you just keep watering the fire with gasoline by calling him daddy as you’re riding him and holding his hands up and stuff
nsfw content below
you’ve got him flat on his back, wrists threaded through your fingers and pinned above his head, palms pressed to the headboard like he’s swearing an oath. macklin’s eyes are glassy, cheeks blotched cherry-red, hair plastered to his temples. every breath he takes shudders through his bulky chest, nipples pebbled under the tight white tee you haven’t bothered to take off. his cock stands thick and flushed between your thighs, slick shining along his length from the relentless ride you’ve been keeping slow on purpose. every time you sink down, his stomach sucks in, and a soft, desperate “mmmn-nnnh” leaks past his bitten lip.
“such a good boy,” you murmur, rocking forward just enough to make his hips jerk. “tell me you like it.”
he shakes his head, whimpering, eyes squeezing shut. “i—it’s too much.” he arches helplessly when you grind down, the wet slap of your bodies echoing in the room. “you’re teasing me.”
“am i?” you purr, leaning in, letting your breath tickle his ear. “then why’s your cock throbbing like that? why are you so hard?”
he gasps, trying to tug his hands free, but you tighten your grip. he likes the restraint, always does, though he’ll never admit it out loud. “don’t… don’t say it,” he pleads, voice trembling as you roll your hips faster. “please.”
“say what, daddy?” the nickname lands like a lightning strike. his entire body jerks, thighs flexing, eyes flying open in scandalized horror. you grin down at him, slow and wicked. “aw, look at you. is daddy shy?”
“stop,” he whines, the word dissolving immediately into a moan because you bounce once, deep and hard. “i’m not—ghhh!” his protest turns into a squeak when you keep bouncing, pace building, your hands still locking his wrists above his head. you ride him like you own him, because you do. “it’s embarrassing,” he keens, nails digging into your fingers as if he can anchor himself. “why would you—”
“because it makes you shake,” you whisper, nose brushing his. “because the minute i said it, you got harder.” your hips slam down again, making him cry out. “what’s the matter, daddy? don’t you like when i ride you like this?”
his face crumples, mortified and enthralled. “i can’t,” he stammers. “i don’t wanna be— you’re making fun of me.”
“mm, am i?” you hum, deliberately slow-grinding against the base of his cock, drawing another helpless whimper. you let go of one wrist to trail your fingers up his throat, pinching his chin lightly. “you’re the one throbbing so hard, baby. you’re the one begging me to keep going.”
“no,” he breathes, even as his hips surge upward in a tiny thrust, chasing more. “i’m not.” he’s the worst liar alive. your palm slides down to his chest, feeling his heart slam against your hand, and you squeeze just enough to make him gasp. he squirms beneath you, body language a mix of shame and need. “i can’t take it,” he whispers. “it’s too good. you’re teasing me too much.”
“poor daddy,” you coo. “do you want to come?” you clench around him for emphasis, riding steady, keeping him right on the edge.
his head tosses against the pillow, as he fights the urge to thrust. “yeah,” he whimpers, voice cracking. “please. please let me.” he swallows, tears threatening. his thighs quiver, hands straining against your grip again before he surrenders with a defeated, pathetic little sigh. “call me… c-call me whatever you want. just don’t stop.”
“so you do like it,” you taunt gently, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth while you bounce faster. “you like being called daddy while you lie here and take it?"
he whimpers, the sound a broken, nasal plea. “yeah,” he chokes out, voice barely audible. “yeah, i like it. i’m sorry.” his cock throbs hard enough you feel every pulse. “i’m sorry i pretended i didn’t. i just… i like hearing you say it.” the admission sends a violent shiver through him, chest heaving.
you smile against his neck, stifling a moan when you feel him swell even more, a dead giveaway he’s seconds from losing it. “then come for me, daddy,” you whisper, nibbling his earlobe.
that breaks him. he cries out, loud and aching, and his hips slam up into you in a single, desperate thrust. hot spurts flood your core as he climaxes, the pleasure wracking his entire body. “oh god!” he sobs, the word ripped from somewhere deep. you keep moving through it, milking every last twitch, until he’s shaking uncontrollably. “please,” he sniffles, tears gathering at his lashes, “please slow down.” he tries to hide his face in your shoulder, humiliated by how quickly he falls apart.
you don’t let up. instead, you kiss the salt off his cheek and grind down harder, chasing your own climax while he whimpers and pleads. “daddy, you’re so good for me,” you moan, voice honey-sweet. “you’re perfect. hold still.” his breathing turns ragged, overstimulated but obedient, as you ride him through the aftershocks. even with his cock oversensitive and twitching, he keeps it buried, keeps taking it, because you told him to.
when you finally let yourself come, you drop forward, panting against his mouth, squeezing his wrists once more before releasing them. he wraps his arms around you instantly, clingy, pressing kisses to your collarbone like he needs to prove his devotion. “i love you,” he mumbles, voice wrecked. “you’re amazing. thank you for letting me… for calling me that.” he flushes, embarrassed but glowing.
you trace a fingertip over his rosy cheek. “aw, you're welcome, baby,” you murmur, kissing his nose. “that’s why i’ll keep saying it.”
he shuts his eyes, exhaling a dreamy sigh, and nuzzles into your neck, already craving the next humiliating, perfect, dizzy ride.
pairing: Macklin Celebrini x female reader
description: After leading Team Canada to victory against Team USA at Worlds, Macklin gets a surprise visit from you in the locker room for a private celebration.
TW: MDNI, Smut, mild degradation, dominant/submissive dynamics (sub Mack), semi-public sex, edging, oral sex (m receiving), vaginal sex, established relationship.
The locker room smelled of sweat, disinfectant and that unmistakable metallic tang of adrenaline. Canada had just defeated Team USA in the quarterfinals, a decisive 4-0 victory that had Macklin scoring the opening goal. The roar of the arena still echoed in his ears as he sat at his locker, the golden maple leaf on his jersey feeling heavier than usual. He was alone, or so he thought.
He was shirtless, his skin glistening with a mix of water from the shower and the sheen of exertion. His shoulders were slumped forward, his breathing slightly heavier than normal. He looked like he was carrying the weight of the world, or perhaps just the weight of being Canada's captain at nineteen years old.
Then you walked in, the door clicking shut behind you with a soft click.
Macklin looked up, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a genuine smile. "Hey," he said, his voice dropping an octave from its game-time volume. "You came."
"I always do," you said, leaning against the open locker opposite him. "Though I have to admit, flying to Switzerland was a bit of a last-minute decision."
Macklin shifted, pulling his knees up to his chest. He looked at you, really looked at you, and for a moment, the superstar hockey captain vanished, replaced by the shy, nerdy kid you'd dated before he made the NHL.
"Did you watch the game?" he asked.
"I watched every minute," you said. "You were incredible, Mack. That first goal... the way you deked past their defenseman... and your checking throughout the game. You led the team perfectly."
He blushed, a soft pink spreading across his cheeks. "Yeah, well, it's easy when the guys are feeding me the puck. Sidney made it look easy out there too."
He reached into his locker and pulled out a water bottle, taking a long, deliberate sip. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, the muscle tightening and relaxing under the smooth skin of his throat. He set the bottle down, and looked at you. He cleared his throat, his voice dropping an octave. "I'm... I'm glad you're here."
You smiled, pushing yourself off the wall. "I am too. But I have to say, I'm not entirely sure what I'm getting myself into by dating Team Canada's captain."
Macklin laughed, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. "It's not all glitz and glamour," he quieted, looking at you with those wide, innocent eyes. "Sometimes it's just... waiting for the media to leave, taking a shower, and trying to find a quiet corner to breathe."
You walked over to him, sitting on the edge of his locker, placing a hand on his knee. He tensed slightly, but he didn't pull away.
"Then tonight is for you," you said softly, your hand sliding up his thigh, over the curve of his hip, and resting on his lower stomach. "No media, no cameras, just us."
Macklin let out a shaky breath. "Yeah," he whispered. "Just us."
His eyes were locked on yours, darkening with need. He shifted, opening his legs just a bit, giving you better access. You could feel the heat coming off him like a furnace. He wanted you. More than anything.
You reached out and unbuttoned the button on his shorts. The metal snap caught the light, the sound echoing in the quiet room. He flinched slightly, his hips jerking forward. He looked at you, eyes half-lidded, his breathing shallow. "What... what are you doing?"
"I'm going to take care of you," you said, your voice husky. "You've had a long day. A big game. You deserve this."
He nodded, a small, submissive gesture that made your heart swell with affection.
You pushed his shorts down, the elastic waistband bunching at his thighs. His cock sprang free, already thick and heavy. It curved slightly upward, the tip a deep, rich pink, the slit glistening with a bead of fluid that seemed to pulse. You reached out, wrapping your hand around the base. He groaned, his head falling back against the lockers behind him. "Yeah," he gasped, his voice breathless. "Just like that."
You started to stroke him, slow and easy. You wanted to build him up, make him even more desperate. You wanted to see the captain lose control, want to see him break. Make him beg for you.
Mack's eyes were locked on yours, his pupils blown wide. He was breathing so hard, his chest heaving. "Fuck," he breathed out. "I need more, baby. Please."
"I know," you said, leaning in and taking the head into your mouth.
He cried out, his hips bucking off the bench. He was so sensitive, his body aching for release. You swirled your tongue around the sensitive ridge, teasing him.
"Baby..." he whimpered, his hands finding your hair. He tangled his fingers in the strands, pulling you closer. "Don't stop, don't stop, please."
You hummed against him, the vibration traveling through his body. You took him deeper, taking as much as you could. The heat of his cock filled your mouth, the taste of him musky and salty. You took him all the way to the back of your throat, gagged slightly, but you pushed through, swallowing around him.
Macklin's eyes were fixed on you, his breathing erratic.
You pulled back slightly, letting him fall from your mouth with a wet pop. You looked up at him through your lashes, a wicked smirk on your face. "You like that, Captain?"
He shuddered at the title, his hips jerking. "God, yes. Call me that again."
"Captain," you whispered, blowing cool air on his wet tip. "You played so well today. So strong. So in control out there."
You leaned in, licking a stripe up his shaft. "But right now? You're all mine to control."
"I can't take it," he said, his voice cracking.
"I know," you said softly. "But I'm not done yet."
You pulled back, licking his shaft from base to tip, tasting the precum. "You're going to be so good for me, Mack. Let me take care of this."
He nodded, his hands gripping the edge of the bench, knuckles white. "Yes... please."
You took him deep again, the warmth of your mouth enveloping him. You bobbed your head, using your hands to stroke what you couldn't fit. The sounds of your slurping filled the locker room, loud and lewd.
Macklin was a mess. His head was thrown back, his mouth hanging open, releasing little moans and whimpers that you found absolutely adorable. He looked so wrecked, so completely under your control.
"God, yes," he gasped, his hips thrusting up to meet your mouth. "Your lips feel so good around me, baby."
His words only spurred you on, so you doubled your efforts, working him even faster now. You wanted to see him break. You wanted to see him beg.
He was getting close, you could feel the vein on the underside of his shaft pulse against your tongue. You could taste the saltiness of his precum increasing.
"Please," he gasped, his voice desperate. "I'm gonna come."
"Not yet," you whispered, pulling off again.
Macklin cried out, a frustrated sound. "No! Please, don't stop. I need to come."
"You'll come when I say you can," you said, gripping his cock firmly, stilling him.
He looked at you with watery eyes, his face flushed a deep red. "Yes, I'm sorry, baby. I'll wait."
You smiled, a wicked smile. "Good boy."
You started to stroke him again, slow and steady. You watched his face, watching the pleasure build, watching the restraint he was fighting so hard to maintain.
"Look at me, Mack," you commanded.
He forced his eyes open, locking onto yours. "Yes."
"You're doing so well," you praised.
His eyes rolled back slightly, but he fought to keep them open. "I'm trying..."
"You can let go now," you said.
He gasped, his hips bucking up one last time. You felt his cock throb in your hand. Then he came, hard. His hot seed coated your fingers and your hand. He moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure bliss, before he collapsed back against the lockers, his chest heaving.
You leaned in, cleaning him up with your tongue, licking every drop. When you were finished, you sat back on your heels, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
Macklin opened his eyes, looking at you with a look of pure adoration and relief. "Thank you," he whispered.
"You're welcome," you said, smiling.
"Now," you said, standing up. "It's my turn."
You helped him stand, your hands on his waist. He was still a little shaky, but he held his ground. You kissed him, a deep, passionate kiss.
"I love you," he whispered against your lips.
"I love you too," you replied.
You led him to the bench in the corner of the room, sitting him down. You climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. He groaned, his hands immediately going to your hips, pulling you closer.
"Ready?" you asked.
He nodded, his eyes dark. "Always."
You captured his lips in a searing kiss, your tongues tangling together as you ground your hips against his. Even though he'd just come, you could feel him already hardening again beneath you. The stamina of a professional athlete never failed to impress you.
His hands slid up your sides, fingers tracing the curve of your waist before cupping your breasts through your shirt. You moaned into his mouth as his thumbs brushed over your nipples, making them pebble beneath the fabric.
"Off," he murmured against your lips, tugging at the hem of your shirt.
You obliged, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over your head. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, hands immediately returning to explore your now-bare skin. He leaned forward, taking one nipple into his mouth while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger.
"Mack," you gasped, arching into his touch. "God, that feels good."
He hummed against you, the vibration sending shivers down your spine. His free hand slid down your back, over the curve of your ass, and between your legs. You were already soaked, and he groaned as he felt your wetness through your jeans.
"You're so ready for me," he whispered, pulling back to look at you with those dark eyes. "All this for your captain?"
You nodded, grinding against his hand. "All for you."
"Stand up," he commanded, his voice suddenly deeper, more authoritative.
You did as he asked, standing before him. He made quick work of your jeans and panties, leaving you completely naked before him. His eyes roamed over your body, appreciating every curve and dip.
"Turn around," he said.
You complied, turning your back to him. You heard him shift behind you, then felt his hands on your hips, guiding you to sit back down on his lap. This time, however, you were facing away from him, your back pressed against his chest.
"Lean forward," he murmured in your ear.
You did, bracing your hands on your knees. He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you with just the tip before sliding into you slowly. You both moaned at the sensation, you at the delicious stretch as he filled you, him at the tight heat enveloping him.
"God, you feel incredible," he breathed, his hands gripping your hips.
He began to move, slow and deep at first, then faster as his control slipped. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the locker room, mingling with your moans and his grunts. His hands moved from your hips to your breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he thrust into you.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice strained. "You like me fucking you like this?"
"Yes," you gasped. "God, Mack, yes."
One hand slid down your stomach, finding your clit. He rubbed circles around it, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too much and you could feel yourself getting close already.
"Mack," you moaned. "I'm gonna come."
"Not yet," he said, his voice firm. "Wait for me."
He slowed his movements, pulling back just enough to prolong your pleasure. The teasing was torture, but you knew it would be worth it in the end. He continued to play with your clit, bringing you to the edge over and over again before pulling back.
"Please," you begged, your body trembling with need. "Mack, I can't..."
"Almost there," he grunted, picking up the pace again. "Come with me, baby."
That was all it took. You fell apart around him, waves of pleasure washing over you as you cried out his name. He followed moments later, his hips stuttering as he filled you with his release.
You collapsed back against his chest, both of you breathing heavily. For a moment, neither of you spoke, just enjoying the afterglow.
Finally, he shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "I love you so much," he whispered.
"I love you too," you replied, turning your head to capture his lips in a gentle kiss.
You stayed like that for a while longer, wrapped in each other's arms, until finally you forced yourselves to move. You cleaned up and got dressed, the comfortable silence between you speaking volumes.
As you were about to leave, Macklin pulled you into one last hug, burying his face in your hair. "Thank you for being here," he said softly. "It means everything to me."
"Always," you replied, holding him tight. "Now go celebrate with your team. You earned it."
He smiled, that genuine, crinkly-eyed smile that made your heart flutter. "Only if you'll be waiting for me when I'm done."
"Always," you repeated, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him one last time. "Now go, Captain."
He laughed, swatting your ass playfully before heading for the door. "Don't have too much fun without me."
"No promises," you called after him as he disappeared down the hall.
you were half naked on your bed, making out with will and macklin interchangeably. will was already naked, cock rock hard already in your hand. macklin was just in his boxers, precum leaking through them.
you began moving your hand over will, slowly, gently carressing your thumb over his tip, dragging it out. you kisses moved from where your lips were on macklin's mouth, moving down to his neck, leaving breathy open mouthed kisses on his rosy skin.
you made your way down to his chest after sucking a tiny mark into the skin where his shoulder met his collarbone. macklin's always so sensitive, so you made sure to swirl your tongue around his nipples as you made your way down past his pecs.
'oh, fuck.' he cursed, going to reach for your hair but you were too quick and had already moved back over to will.
you settled on your stomach between will's spread thighs, nipping at the soft skin there before spitting in your hand, using it as lubrication to lube up his cock. he's already aching, not in the mood for you to tease.
'y/n, baby, please. want your mouth.' he said as you used your spit as lube to jerk his cock, your other hand now palming macklin through his soaked boxers.
you grinned up at him, letting another drop of spit fall down onto the head of his cock as you brushed your thumb over the underside of his tip. you placed your cheek on his thigh, facing his cock as you gently kissed along his balls.
you looked up at macklin through your lashes. he was already looking down at you, waiting for you to do something, anything. to tell him what to do.
'off.' you said, snapping the waistband of his boxers against him. he couldn't get them off fast enough, making his vision blur and the room spin as he did so.
his cock slapped against his stomach as he freed it from the tight confines of his boxers, leaking generous amounts of precum from the tip, flushed and aching red.
'so pretty.' you cooed, leaning over from will to press a butterfly kiss and a kitten lick to macklin's tip.
he cried out, already still so sensitive, and wanting you so bad. his hands tried to reach for your hair once again, but you returned your head back to will, sucking the blonde's cock into your waiting mouth.
'no.' macklin whined out, more of a gasp than anything. you gave a squeeze to his base in response.
you pulled your mouth off will, letting another glob of spit gather in your mouth before leaning over and dropping it onto macklin's cock, spreading it around with your fingers before beginning to jerk him once you wrapped your hand tight around him.
you wrapped your lips around will again, hollowing out your cheeks and relaxing your throat as you took the inches down, letting your lips stretch out around him.
you dug your fingers into the flesh of his thigh, leaving nail print red marks and indentations. your other hand kept moving up and down on macklin's cock, slowly and teasingly jerking him as you swirled your tongue around will, letting him hit the back of your throat.
you sucked and licked at his cock, other hand squeezing and teasing macklin, fondling his balls. you could tell will was close; he had little signs; hips jerking, little ah ah ahs coming out of his mouth, thighs tightening, his hand brushing over your head.
just before he could spill down your throat, though, you pulled off of his cock with a wet popping noise.
'what... no, baby... please.' he whined out.
you moved over to macklin instead, still jerking him in your hand as you moved onto your knees so you were straddling his lap. his hips tried to buck up, tip of his cock just barely brushing against your panty clad pussy, but it was enough to have him gasping out at the contact, trying to buck his hips up again.
you moved your hand off of his cock, pushing his hips back down onto the bed beneath you guys. they pushed up against you, trying to beat the pressure, but you were the one in control here, and he can't help but give in.
your other hand cupped his jaw, tilting his head up so you could look him in the eyes. 'not yet, baby boy.' you warned.
he whimpered, like a full on body whimper. his hips tried to buck again, but you kept holding him down. he watched as your tongue darted out to wet your lips that were smeared with your own spit and will's precum.
macklin looked up at you with lust hooded eyes, unshed tears of overstimulation from being so worked up shining in them. and he couldn't even help what he let out next. maybe he wasn't even thinking.
'spit in my mouth.'
even will had to let out a groan at that. he'd never imagined that, but now it's on his mind and all he's thinking about. that would be so fucking hot. you already use your spit to lube them up enough. that's just another level.
you raised an eyebrow at macklin's boldness, but you didn't shy away from what he wanted. you swallowed first, making sure. then you gathered up more spit in your mouth, moving your tongue around.
you pulled macklin's mouth open using your thumb on his bottom lip. he opened his mouth eagerly, eyes already closing in pleasure. then you let a drop of spit fall into his mouth. he didn't swallow it yet, though.
'me next. please.' will just about begged. he was already leaning in closer.
you gathered up more spit in your mouth. you didn't even have to tell will to open his mouth, he was already doing it, tongue sticking out. your spit landed on his tongue, and he stuck his tongue back in, keeping it in his mouth. he didn't swallow either.
but then will and macklin turned to each other, lips locking and tongues colliding as they made out right in front of you, sharing your spit in between the two of them. will cupped the back of macklin's head, pulling the younger boy closer as macklin moaned into will's mouth.
macklin's hips jerked from underneath you once again. and before you knew it, he was coming on your thighs and his stomach without you even doing anything now.
will let out a little groan and a soft sound into macklin's mouth, his own hips jerking, thighs shaking as his own orgasm hit him. untouched.
from the both of them being so worked up already from what you've done, and now the act of you spitting in their mouths and then sharing it turning them on even more, they couldn't help it, sending white ropes of come across you, each other, and the sheets.
'holy shit.' you said with a tiny giggle as they both turned bright red as they caught their breaths. 'you just came untouched.'
'kind of embarrassing.' will admitted as macklin just let out a tiny whine.
'it was hot.' you said, tugging on the curls at the nape of will's neck, other hand cupping macklin's cheek to make him look back up at you.
you looked down at both of them with a tiny mocking pout. 'what are you gonna do for me now?' you teased.
you laughed out loud as both of them all but flipped you around so that you were laying on the bed now. oh, they're definitely gonna show you what they're gonna do for you.
warnings: smuttttt, pinv, breeding kink, creampie, oral fem!recieving, dirty talk, spitting, maybe a lil rushed (sorry I'm a still not the best smut writer) not proof read!!!
summary: after seeing how good Sidney is with kids, you can't get the thought of having his kid out of your mind.
quick note: Just for context, this is intended to be a slightly younger Sid fic (like in his mid to late twenties, hence the concern about his career)
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Sidney had always been good with kids. From the way he interacted with the little penguins, to your nieces and nephews, he was a natural. Playful, kind hearted, and gentle when he needed to be- you'd watched him pass pucks with eight year olds, heckling them playfully, seeing the way his face would absolutely light up with joy. Better yet, you'd also watched how soft he would become when tears were shed, his face growing serious as he'd tend to a child who'd broken down for any number of reasons. The way Sidney would take a knee beside them, gently putting an arm over them if they were comfortable, listening to their grievances and encouraging them to keep going— Gosh there was something about that, that just...you weren't sure. But it made you feel a certain way.
You didn't mention anything to Sidney though. It was just your hormones acting up probably. That was until your sister and her kids came over one afternoon.
You'd obviously seen Sidney with your niece and nephew before, but something about this time was different. He was just extra attentive, extra sweet, and extra dad material.
You sat in the backyard with your sister, both of you sipping at drinks as Sidney was in the yard quite literally rolling in the grass with the kids, your eyes locked on the scene in front of you even as you sister yapped away to you about something you'd tuned out about ten minutes ago.
"Hey." You looked up at your sister as she raised a brow at you. "You've been zoned out the entire time haven't you."
You cringed a little, sheepishly nodding. "Sorry- yeah, you're gonna have to start the story over."
She didn't care about the story, her eyes instead flickering to where you stared at Sidney, then back to you. "Yknow...as much as kids are a lot of work...they're worth it."
Your head snapped to face her, an almost defensive look in your expression. "Why are you bringing that up?"
She scoffed a little, rolling her eyes at. your false innocence. "I see the way you're looking at him. The way you're picturing those being your own kids."
"I'm not-"
"Y/n you don't need to be defensive about it geez. Just- think about it. I'm sure if you asked him he'd say yes. You'd be great parents.”
"But he's got so much going on, I couldn't ask him to suddenly become a dad. we’ve only been married a year…”
"And dating for what…five, six years? Why don't you actually ask him first instead of speculating."
As in on cue, there was a loud yelp from a few feet away, both you and your sister looking up, only to be met with the sight of Sidney laying flat on his stomach in the grass, both your niece and nephew on top of him, pinning him down. Sid lifted his head to look up at you, a stupidly large grin on his face "Help!"
You smiled in return. A big, warm smile that had butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Fuck. Yeah...you were going to need to have that conversation soon.
A week later you were curled in Sidney’s lap, his fingers idly moving through your hair as you watched a movie (Gladiator, his pick) and though he was dialled in, all you could think about was a baby. The drone of the tv faded as you became hyper aware of the thigh your head was rested on, a stirring in your gut as you shifted a little. Sid's fingers stopped, his gaze flickering down to you as you readjusted and he tilted his head. "You okay?"
"Yeah."
He studied you with that gaze that could see right through you no matter how much you tried to hide. You recoiled a little, knowing he'd caught you as he reached for the remote to pause the movie. "You're lying."
"Sid, I'm fine I was just readjusting. Your thighs are too muscly."
A ghost of a smirk pulled at his lip at your comment, but he shook his head dismissively. "I know when my girl is thinking about something."
You huffed defiantly, but sat up, moving to crawl onto his lap, thighs straddling his hips as a mildly surprised expression filled Sidney's face, his hands settling naturally on your waist.
"Just thinking about you," You murmured softly. "How handsome you are."
There it was. Now he knew what you wanted (or at least he thought he did). "So that's what's bothering you? You're horny?"
You couldn't help the mildly embarrassed giggle that left your lips as he called you out...if only he knew the half of it. You were horny, yeah...and you really really wanted to be pregnant. It didn't help that your brain was foggy from ovulation, hormones raging and begging to be fucked. Fucked and filled.
"Maybe..." you traced a finger down his chest, eyes flickering up to meet his which had darkened significantly.
About two minutes later, Sidney was stumbling into your bedroom, your lips interlocked and legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you into the room throwing you onto the mattress with haste. You were both flushed already, hair askew, chest heaving as you watched him tear off his shirt, tossing it somewhere into the abyss before he crawled on top of you. How you managed to pull such a sexy man was beyond you.
Sidney's mouth was everywhere, his hands making quick work of taking off your clothing piece by piece until you were in nothing but soaking panties. He kissed at your tits, moving down your body in an almost reverent manner, pausing just below your belly button as his pretty brown eyes flicked up to meet your eager gaze. "This what my girl wants? For me to eat her perfect pussy?"
You didn't respond, simply gasping in response as he pushed your panties aside, his thumb circling your clit with no warning as you shivered under his touch, hand reaching out to thread your fingers through his hair. "Sid..."
He ignored you, focusing pack on your weeping cunt, licking his lips like a man starved before he dove in. He'd always been good with his tongue, catching onto the subtle noises you'd make as a sign of if he should go faster, deeper, slower, etc. He knew your body like it was his very own, relishing in the way he could make you fall apart in seconds. He pulled back after a few moments, lips and chin shiny with your arousal, a blush tinting your cheeks at the sight. "You never answered. Was this what my girl wanted?"
You opened your mouth to respond, hesitant, then before you could even critically think over your next words you blurted out. "I want a baby."
Sidney froze. His thumb stilled as he lifted his head a little bit more to get a better look at you. His brow had scrunched as he tried to make sense of what you just said and if his hearing was shot or something.
"You want a what?"
"Baby-" You confessed, cheeks burning now. You couldn't go back. "I want a baby."
A million different emotions flickered in Sidney's eyes as he processed your words, the room thick with silence. "Beautiful...are you only saying that because you're horny and mush brained or are you for real?"
"I'm for real." You blurted it out so fast his brow raised in shock at your eagerness. "Sid I'm so for real I've been thinking about it for so long...I just- I know it might be selfish and might mess with your hockey plans...you're at the height of your career and I understand if it's too much but-"
"Selfish?" He cut you off. "Selfish of you for wanting a baby? When you'd be the one pregnant and giving birth? In what world is that selfish?" He was genuinely appalled at the mere notion of you thinking your want for a child was unfair to him.
"I just...kids are so much work...and we only really talked about having them years down the road..."
"I meant for your sake. Years down the road so you could decide because I didn't want you to feel any sort of pressure!"
You processed his words, brow furrowed as you thought through what he was saying. "So you didn't bring up kids because of me?"
"Not because of you...just- for you. So you could decide on your own without feeling like you had to do what I wanted..."
So he wanted kids. This was what he wanted too. Your heart skipped a beat at the realization that you two had clearly not communicated as much as you thought you had. "I want one. I want to be a mom- and watch you be a dad... gosh I want to watch you be a dad..." You said it in an almost breathless tone, your throat bobbing as you confessed. And that was all Sidney needed.
"Then I guess I'm getting my girl pregnant."
If you weren't turned on before, you were dripping now, nodding eagerly as Sidney's eyes darkened yet again. And then he was upon you, leaving where you'd left off. His mouth found it's place back over your pussy, resuming his previous ministrations with added vigour. This wasn't just sex now- no this was a fucking mission. He was getting you pregnant tonight no matter how long it took.
You were a mess as he licked and sucked without mercy, pushing a finger inside of you before you could even react. His name fell from your lips, fingers tightening in his hair, and before you could process anything- you were already cumming. Sidney looked up at you with a shit eating grin as your back arched off the bed, chest heaving.
"Holy fuck-"
You didn't even have time to go on about the whirlwind of feelings you'd just experienced before he was crawling up the expanse of your body, pressing his lips to yours. You gladly accepted, grinning as you tasted yourself on his mouth. He pulled back, one hand coming up to grip your jaw as he pushed a thumb into your cheek, forcing you to open up, and without a second thought, Sidney spat into your mouth. Your eyes remained locked on his as you swallowed, cheeks flushed as if this was the most scandalous thing he’d done yet and he hadn’t just devoured your pussy a second ago. "You like that don't you?"
Your cheeks burned even more, nodding a little as he groaned, kissing you long and hard once again. "Bet you'd like when I fuck my cum into you even more."
An obscene noise left you at that as your eyes squeezed shut. "Stop saying it and do it then-"
Sidney quirked an eyebrow, an evil gleam lighting up his eyes. "Is that a challenge?" He gripped your thighs, forcing them open. "Don't test me you fucking slut."
Sidney didn't miss out on the way your pussy clenched at his words, another wry laugh falling from him as you emphasized his point. You were a slut for him. You reached out, fingers gripping at the buckle of his belt in a silent plea, finding it incredibly unfair that he was only missing a shirt while you were bare for him to see all he wanted. He slapped your hand away, letting out a small "tsk" as he undid his belt himself. "Impatient. All you can think about is cock."
He got that right. You didn't deny it as you watched, mouth watering as he did what felt like a cruel strip tease, undoing his belt agonizingly slow, then his fly.... "Sidney please."
That was enough. Normally he was a far more patient man. Normally he could tease you for hours on end, making you cum a dozen times on his tongue and have you sobbing his name. But he couldn't hold it back anymore.
"Fucks sake I need to be inside you."
Sidney crawled off the bed, fully pulling his pants off, tossing them away before he kicked his boxers next, his agonizingly slow pace suddenly turned to rushed and desperate, his cock showing how worked up he'd gotten from licking your pussy. Thick, angry red, and leaking. You squeezed your legs together at the sight, almost giddy with excitement as you scooted up the bed, laying back to let him return to his position above you. Rough hands maneuvered your body, twisting you to their will as Sidney pressed your thighs back, bending you nearly in half. "Gotta get a deep enough angle," He reasoned, smirking as he pushed a finger inside of your puffy cunt, as if you hadn't already been prepped enough... "deeper inside, better chance of it sticking hm?"
You let out a tiny mewl at that, nodding in agreement as your hips rolled, grinding into his finger. And then he was pulling his hand away, moving to grip his dick as he gave himself a few firm strokes, groaning at the feeling. You quivered, his head brushing against your entrance. You desperately wanted to beg for him to just fuck you already but you knew if you spoke he'd undoubtedly drag this all out longer solely to rile you up more. Any command or even mere whining from you resulted in him only teasing you longer- and right now you couldn't handle that. You needed this. If Sidney was being honest, he didn't want to spend time teasing you right now either. He was just as pent up as you...your horniness was contagious. He lined himself up, fully pushing the tip of his cock inside you, the two of you letting out matching gasps as you stiffened a little, bracing yourself.
"Ease up baby. Y'know it's harder to conceive when you're stressed."
"So you're a doctor now?" Your words came out strained, the fact that he was slowly stretching you open on his cock made it quite the task to mutter sassy words at him. Instead of shutting you up with a smart retort, Sidney thrusted forward without warning, earning a shrill squeal from you as he filled you completely.
"Always so mouthy," He commented under his breath, moving his free hand to press flat against your lower stomach , finger tapping on the soft flesh, making you squirm yet again at the sensation. "Look at that baby," He urged, causing you to crane your neck and peer down, eyes blown wide at the sight of the bulge. "Can't wait till this bump is from a baby and not just my cock huh?"
He was insufferable. Sexy, and insufferable as he watched your brows furrow, mouth falling open while he gave a roll of his hips. The stretch ached in a sickeningly delicious way as it always did, Sidney's body fitting yours like a puzzle piece that was made to fit you oh so perfectly. He picked up his pace eagerly, setting a rough rhythm that soon had the bed rocking, sound of skin on skin filling the room as you desperately reached to hold onto his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles as you braces yourself.
Sidney had fucked you raw before, sure. Back when you were on birth control, you would have sex without a condom, but strictly around your period to avoid risk. Now? Now felt different. The lack of condom carried an extra weight knowing you weren't on anything. Somewhere within the steady pace of his cock driving into you, Sidney leaned close, kissing your neck. "You even ovulating baby? Or am I gonna have to do this every day until you are?" He panted against your skin, grinning wickedly as he felt your pussy clench around him in response.
The timing was fortunate. Then again, maybe the baby fever had been hitting extra hard because you were ovulating, managing a short nod of confirmation. "Uh huh-" was all you could squeak out. And suddenly, Sidney was grabbing your thighs, spreading you impossibly wider.
You sobbed his name as he fucked you with an added vigour, feeling his orgasm creeping closer as you left trails of red down his back, the sensation of your nails only making him groan more at your clear desperation. Fuck you loved him so much. You'd never been more sure about something in your life even if you were a little loopy from horniness.
Sidney's fingers creeped down to your clit, rubbing tight circles with his thumb, causing you to arch up into his touch as you sobbed his name, tears pricking at your eyes from the pleasure flowing through you. "Sid- I'm close please, please, please-"
He was breathing heavily, sweat forming on his brow as he kept his eyes locked on your face. “Please what? Huh?”
You let out a choked sob, trembling. “Please put a baby in me! I want you to put a baby in me-“
Sidney nearly growled, thrusts rougher, deeper if that was even possible. “You’d love that wouldn’t you. Let the whole world know you’re mine- that I knocked my girl up, made her mine, all round n’pretty…”
“Want that-“ you could barely squeak the words out now, toes curling at the angle of Sidney’s cock driving into you, making your vision blur
“I know beautiful. Gonna stuff you so full. Put a baby in you yeah? Breed you real good...Gonna be the prettiest mama," he was like a broken record, repeating his mantras as you felt the heat in your lower belly crawl upwards, burning with a familiar sensation.
You barely had time to warm Sidney, crying out his name before your pussy squeezed him so tightly he lost his pace, stuttering with a moan. Your orgasm hit like a truck, that band in your lower belly snapping without warning as you wailed, eyes squeezing shut, cumming harder than you had in ages, body spasming as Sidney's pace grew sloppy. He jolted, pressing himself impossibly deep as his hips stuttered, groaning curses as he finished, pumping rope after rope of cum deep inside you. He twitched, palm laying over your tummy as he finally collapsed next to you, still inside you, crushing you just slightly under his weight- not that you cared, too distracted by how he'd just fucked your brains out. The feeling of his release inside you was unlike anything— warm, deep, delicious. You were a little alarmed with how much you liked the feeling.
You were both silent, aside from your laboured breathing, both trying to reorient yourselves. After a beat, Sidney finally lifted his head, meeting your gaze, a bright grin on his lips.
"I think that was the best sex I've ever had," you whispered, earning a chuckle from him.
"Good. Because we're not done yet." You squeaked at his words as he slowly pulled out of you, the empty feeling lasting half a second before he pushed two fingers inside your puffy cunt. “Can’t waste any of this now can we?”
The pros of being married to a professional athlete? His stamina. The cons? His stamina.
“Siddddd—“
He perked up, tilting his head in an almost playful manner at your whine of protest. “Hey, if you’re seriously done I’m not gonna make you—“
“That’s not what that noise meant.”
He raised a brow, about to reply before you hooked a finger around the chain dangling from his neck, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. You pushed your tongue into his mouth with a hunger that indicated that you indeed were ready for round two even if you’d whined about being tired.
You lost track of time. It could’ve been five hours for all you knew. Your brain was mush. you were a crumpled heap, bedsheets soaked, muscles made of jello as Sidney softly brushed the hair from your face, peppering you in kisses before he pulled away to watch cum drip from your used hole, pooling underneath you in a depraved display. He reached a slender finger down, scooping up some of the spill before he pushed it back in, your body twitching. “I wanna make sure it works.”
“Putting it back inside doesn’t make it more or less likely….”
He met your eyes as you gave him a look. He grunted in response, sticking his tongue out in response, earning a tired giggle. “Fine. I’ll stop making lame excuses. I just think it’s hot.”
“There’s the truth.”
“Gonna be so hot when you’re pregnant,” Sidney mumbled as he finally laid down beside you, pulling your flushed body into his, deciding to deal with clean up later. He just wanted to hold you for a moment now. “Is it safe to have sex while pregnant?”
You processed his words, his breath warm against your neck as he nuzzled you. The answer was yes, you knew that. For you grinned to yourself. “No. It’s dangerous.”
You felt Sidney physically stiffen, lifting his head so he could look at you properly. “What??” He looked genuinely panicked.
“It’s ok… i know nine months is a long time but i can still give you head—“
“Baby, no- can I- can I eat you out still? That’s safe right? Fuck I didn’t know that was a thing, I thought it was perfectly okay to have sex as long as we’re gentle—“ he cut himself off as he noticed the twinkle in your eyes, immediately letting out a huff of air. “You little lying shit.”
“I just wanted to see your reaction.”
“You’re incredibly unfunny.”
“Hey. Behave. Maybe I’ll start a sex ban.”
“You’re the funniest person I’ve ever met, a naturally born comedian. And you’re really pretty. And I love you.”
You smiled against his lips as he kissed you in an act of apology for his comment.
“I love you too Sidney,” you mumbled against him. “And I hope we know what we’re doing.”
Roughly a month later, Sidney held you as you both gripped an upside down pregnancy test, your breathing shaky as you stared up at him. His free hand held onto yours so tightly it almost hurt.
“Count of three we look?”
He nodded in affirmation. “On three. One… two…”
You turned the test over, your heads snapping down to look at it. Two red lines. Clear as day.
Suzuki needing you real bad and kissing you like a mad man in from of the team right after a game
it had been a really good game. which means nick is really worked up and in a mood.
in the family room when he came to find you after media, he didn’t even hesitate before planting his lips on yours, tugging you in by your hips. his tongue slid into your mouth; unlike him to do it so publicly.
the rest of the team and the wags started chirping him. normally the captain isn’t like this. but he needs you real bad, so he’s gonna take you home and have his way with you.
And then one for arber Kaiden and Slaf - competition to see who can knock you up first
Pairing: Arber Xhekaj x Juraj Slafkovský x Kaiden Guhle x Fem!reader
Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v × 3, oral f!receiving, rough sex, breeding kink, wall sex, couch sex, doggy, spanking, hair pulling, praise kink, fingering, begging, daddy mention, pure filth.
Requested by @puckslut4thehabs
You had been wanting to breach the topic of kids with Arber, Slaf, and Kaiden but you were hesitant because you didn't know how they'd react.
Arber could tell something was bothering you, but he didn't know what was wrong. So he got Slaf and Kaiden to see something was wrong.
"Baby" Arber asks as Slaf and Kaiden sit down beside you.
"Yeah what's up?" You ask
"We've noticed something is off about you" Slaf says.
"Oh" you say.
"So what's wrong?" Kaiden says.
"I want a baby" you say.
Arber, Slaf, and Kaiden all look at you in shock, "I'm sorry what now?" Arber asks
"I want a baby" you repeat.
Arber, Kaiden, and Slaf look at you in shock, before Arber kisses you. Kaiden starts kissing your neck while Slaf watches.
"Let's see who can get her pregnant first" Slaf says.
"Like a competition?" Kaiden asks.
"Yeah" Slaf replies.
"Let's do it then" you say.
Arber and Kaiden work together to remove your clothes, Arber spreads your legs and immediately drops to his knees and begins eating you out. You moan as Slaf kisses you, while Kaiden plays with your nipples.
"So responsive for us baby" Kaiden says.
You moan into Juraj's mouth as Arber inserts two fingers into you, "Be a good girl and cum I know your close" Arber says.
You moan before cuming all over his face and fingers, Arber works you through your orgasm before standing and taking his clothes off.
"I'm going first" He says, Arber picks you up and holds you against the wall before he lines up with your entrance and thrusts into you in one motion.
You moan as he bottoms out, Kaiden and Slaf remove their clothes and start stroking themselves as they watch Arber begin pounding into you.
"Arber fuck right there" you moan as he hits your g-spot.
Arber kisses you as he continues pounding into you, as you get closer your head falls back against the wall from the immense pleasure your feeling.
"Cum for me" Arber says. You let out a loud moan before cuming all over his cock, Arber groans before stilling inside you and filling you up.
Once you catch your breaths Arber pulls out and sets you back on the couch, "You okay?"
"Wonderful" you reply.
"Good now it's my turn" Kaiden says before flipping you so your ass is in the air, "Arch your back for me and hold on to the arm of the couch."
You do as Kaiden says, "Like this?"
"Perfect baby, such a good girl" Kaiden says.
Kaiden immediately thrusts into, he gives you a minute to adjust before he begins pounding into you. You moan loudly as he smacks you ass, Kaiden continues his brutal pace before grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling you up so your back is to his chest. He lightly wraps a hand around your throat before using the other and circling your clit.
"I can feel you squeezing me" Kaiden says, "Be a good girl and cum for me."
You moan before you cum all over his cock, Kaiden thrusts into you a few more times before stilling inside you and filling you up.
Once you catch your breaths Kaiden slowly pulls out and lays you down on the couch, "You okay baby?"
"Yeah" you reply before looking at Juraj, "Come on daddy, your turn."
Slaf groans before climbing on the couch with you and spreading your legs, he lines up with your entrance and enters you slowly. You moan as he bottoms out, "I'm okay you can move."
Juraj starts fucking you slowly before you wrap your legs around his waist and reach up and dig your nails into his back.
"Faster please" you beg.
Juraj immediately picks up the pace thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace causing you both to moan. Juraj reaches down and start circling your clit, you moan loudly as your orgasm approaches.
"Cum for me baby, I'm going to breed this tight litte pussy" Juraj says.
You moan before you cuming all over his cock, Juraj follows right behind you filling you up.
Juraj slowly pulls out and picks you up, Kaiden and Arber follow as he carries you upstairs to the bedroom. You all four cuddle in bed together before drifting off to sleep.
A couple months later when you surprise the Habs Wags that your pregnant and with triplets none of them are surprised, the babies have three different fathers...whoops.
you and cole are out at the bar with his teammates and the other wags. currently, you're up on the dance floor with a few of the wags, tearing it up.
cole can't help but watch you from across the room from where he is standing at the bar. it's not hard to spot you. you tower above everyone else here. including him. which he absolutely loves.
he'd never thought about it much. like never focused on it. he knew he was shorter, so there had to be at least some girl out there he'd be into that was taller than him. that happened to be you. but it never even really occured to him how it must look to others.
kirby brought it up. how you're over 6ft and cole is only 5'8. how you must take control majority of the time. how you must dominate in bed. how hot it must be. and that put the idea in cole's head.
he'd been thinking about it the entire drive home. it actually is really hot. not just that you're tall. but you have the confidence to make it work. you never let anyone tear you down about it. he finds that sexy.
'cole? baby?' you asked, trying to get his attention when you got in your apartment. you'd been driving and he'd been distracted the entire time.
'hmm?' he said, having to look up at you.
'are you okay?' you asked as you leaned down to unstrap your heels. they made you even taller.
'you're so hot.' is all cole managed to breath out before he was backing you up to the wall and sinking to his knees in front of you.
he loves to worship you, but especially now when he's realized just how hot it is that you're so much taller than him. you're like a goddess. and his goddess deserves to be worshipped.
he propped himself up on his knees, still having to shuffle up a bit to reach your covered core. he placed a kiss on your clit through your panties, feeling them already beginning to dampen from where he was turning you on.
he reached for the waistband, pulling them off and letting them dangle off the still heel clad ankle he had moved up onto his shoulder, keeping the other one on the ground to prop you up for him.
he licked a stripe up into you, then dragging his tongue up to your clit and sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. you gasped out, hand coming down to tangle in his hair and push him closer to you.
his hands tightened on the soft flesh of your thighs, tugging your core closer to him as his nose bumped your clit when he traced his tongue back down to your entrance, circling it and prodding at it before dipping in.
he looked up as he sucked your clit back into his mouth. your eyes were screwed shut, fingers constantly tugging at the roots of his hair as he buried his face in you. his eyes were glassy, looking up at you with so much love and adoration, and a little bit of lust, too.
his fingers tightened on one of your thighs as the other dipped in between your thighs to join his mouth, slipping two inside of you as his tongue continued to trace patterns on your clit.
he felt your walls tighten around his fingers as he slipped them in, so he curled them and hit that spot inside of you to help you reach your orgasm faster.
'cole...' you managed to moan out.
his response was another lap of his tongue on your clit and another curl of his fingers that had you seeing stars. your orgasm rushed over you in a huge wave, making your one thigh tighten around cole's shoulder and the other spasming on the ground, which he had to keep up.
he gave you a moment to recover as he pulled back, wiping his lips with the back of his hand and his tongue as he stood up, letting you catch your breath.
'what was that for?' you asked once you took a couple deep breaths.
'you're just... so hot.' he said. 'i love that you'e taller than me.' he admitted.
'cole...' you started, thinking he was getting all sentimental and lovey now. 'ah!'
you screamed as he hoisted you up over his shoulder and began walking down the apartment hallway to your bedroom. just because he's shorter than you doesn't mean he doesn't have the strength to pick you up and throw you around. you're about to have a lot of fun with this now.
Quinn Hughes having a breeding kink and you’re newly married and ovulating at the lake house with his fam and he just constantly pulls you away to fill you up PLEASE WRITE THIS
girl I´m sat
The Lake House Tradition - Quinn Hughes
pairing: Quinn Hughes x female reader
summary: A newlywed getaway at the family lake house becomes a primal celebration of your marriage when Quinn's breeding kink collides with your ovulation cycle.
CW: Explicit sexual content, breeding kink, semi-public sexual encounters, possessiveness
The morning sun filters through the tall pines surrounding the Hughes family lake house, casting dappled light across the wooden deck where you're sipping coffee. Your wedding ring catches the light, a simple band that still feels foreign on your finger after three weeks of marriage. Quinn sits beside you, his large hand resting on your thigh, thumb stroking circles through the thin fabric of your sundress.
"You look beautiful this morning," he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss against your temple. "Glowing."
You smile, leaning into his touch. "Probably just the lake air."
"Or maybe," his voice drops to a low whisper, "it's because you're ripe and ready for me."
Heat floods your cheeks as you glance toward the house where his mother is preparing breakfast. "Quinn! Your family..."
"Knows we're newlyweds," he finishes, his fingers tightening on your thigh. "They expect us to be insatiable."
You shift in your seat, the familiar ache beginning between your legs. It's day three of your ovulation window, and Quinn has been relentless since you arrived yesterday. This morning, he woke you with his head between your thighs, his tongue working you to a trembling climax before sliding home and filling you with his release.
"Breakfast is ready!" Ellen calls from the kitchen.
"Coming!" he yells back, though his eyes tell you he's thinking about a different kind of coming. "Later," he promises softly, squeezing your thigh once more before rising.
Breakfast is a lively affair with Jack and Ellen regaling everyone with stories from their latest hockey adventures. You try to focus on the conversation, but Quinn's hand keeps finding its way to your body, brushing against your breast as he reaches for the jam, "accidentally" grazing your nipple, tracing the curve of your spine as he stands behind your chair. Each touch sends electricity through you, a silent reminder of what awaits.
After breakfast, while everyone else heads down to the dock, Quinn pulls you into the pantry, closing the door behind you.
"I've been thinking about this all morning," he murmurs, pressing you against the shelves as his mouth claims yours. The kiss is hungry, possessive, his tongue delving deep as his hands slide down to cup your ass, pulling you flush against his already hardening length.
"Quinn, someone could walk in," you protest weakly, even as your body responds to his touch.
"Let them," he growls against your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. "Let them know who you belong to."
His hands slide under your dress, finding you already wet and wanting. "Always so ready for me," he praises, fingers circling your clit before sliding inside. "Especially now, when your body is begging to be bred."
Your head falls back against the shelves as pleasure builds, his skilled fingers working you expertly. "Please," you gasp, reaching for his belt buckle.
Quinn chuckles darkly. "Eager little wife, aren't you? Desperate for her husband's cum?"
You can only moan in response as he frees himself, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs wrap around his waist as he enters you in one smooth thrust, filling you completely. The pantry is cramped, shelves digging into your back, but you barely notice as he begins to move, each stroke deliberate and deep.
"That's it," he murmurs against your ear. "Take every inch. Feel how deep I can get, how perfectly I fit inside you."
His pace quickens, the sound of skin against skin mingling with your soft cries. "Going to fill you up," he promises, his voice rough with desire. "Going to make sure my seed takes root. Want everyone to know you're carrying my child."
The thought sends you over the edge, your body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over you. Quinn follows with a guttural groan, his release pulsing into you, hot and endless.
For a moment you stay like that, bodies joined, breathing ragged in the small space. Then reality returns, the sounds of voices outside, the knowledge that at any moment someone could walk in.
"We should..." you start, but Quinn cuts you off with another kiss.
"Not yet," he murmurs, still inside you. "Want to stay connected a little longer. Want to make sure every drop finds its way home."
Finally, he sets you down, adjusting your dress with a satisfied smile. "Now we can join them."
The afternoon passes in a haze of sun and water. You swim in the cool lake, Quinn's eyes following your every move from the dock where he sits with his brothers. When you emerge from the water, he's there with a towel, wrapping you in his arms as his mouth claims yours.
"Can't stop thinking about this morning," he murmurs against your lips. "How you felt wrapped around me, how you looked when you came."
"Quinn," you protest softly, aware of his family nearby.
"No one will see," he says, his hand sliding down to cup your ass through the thin fabric of your swimsuit.
Later, as the sun begins to set, Quinn suggests a walk along the wooded trail that circles the property. His hand is warm in yours, his thumb stroking your palm as you walk in comfortable silence.
"I was thinking," he says suddenly, stopping to face you. "About names."
Your heart skips a beat. "Names?"
"For our baby," he says simply, his eyes intense.
Tears prick your eyes. "Quinn, we don't know if..."
"I know," he interrupts, pulling you into his arms. "But I can hope. And I can do my part to make it happen."
His mouth finds yours, tender this time, full of emotion. "Want to see you round with my child," he murmurs against your lips. "Want to watch you grow, knowing I did that to you. Want our baby to have your eyes and my hockey skills."
You laugh through your tears. "Modest as always."
"Confident," he corrects, his hands sliding down to your hips. "Confident that I can give you what you need."
His fingers find the tie of your bikini bottom, loosening it with practiced ease. "Quinn! We're outside!"
"Private property," he murmurs, turning you to face a large oak tree. "And I need you again."
Your hands brace against the rough bark as he enters you from behind, one hand gripping your hip, the other reaching around to circle your clit. The position is primal, animalistic, his hips snapping against yours as he takes you with an urgency that steals your breath.
"Like this," he growls, his pace quickening. "Deep and hard, just how your body needs it when you're fertile."
Each thrust drives you against the tree, pleasure building to an almost painful intensity. "Going to fill you up again," he promises, his voice rough. "Going to make sure you're dripping with me by the time we get back to the house."
His words, combined with the skilled circles of his fingers on your clit, send you spiraling over the edge. Your cry echoes through the woods as your body convulses around him. Quinn follows with a hoarse shout, his release pulsing into you, hot and endless.
For a moment you stay like that, bodies joined, breathing ragged in the evening air. Then he gently withdraws, turning you to face him as he reties your bikini bottom.
"Perfect," he murmurs, adjusting the strings with a satisfied smile. "Now you'll carry me back with you."
Dinner is a lively affair, everyone relaxed and happy in the warm evening air. You sit beside Quinn, his hand resting possessively on your thigh under the table. Each touch sends electricity through you, a silent reminder of how he's claimed you today, twice already, with the promise of more to come.
As the evening winds down and his family retires to their rooms, Quinn pulls you toward the master bedroom, closing the door behind you.
"Alone at last," he murmurs, his hands sliding around your waist as he nuzzles your neck. "Think you have one more in you?"
You turn in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. "For you? Always."
His smile is tender as he lowers you to the bed, his body covering yours. This time is different, slower, more deliberate, each movement infused with emotion rather than urgency.
"Love you," he murmurs against your lips, his hands tracing the curves of your body. "Love being married to you."
"Love you too," you respond, arching into his touch as he enters you, slow and deep. Again.
