need need need mack and crosby!reader’s first time together bc you mentioned it in the nsfw alphabet bc i can just imagine mack being the absolute sweetest and most patient man ever
the first time macklin celebrini x crosby!reader wc: 4.4k warnings: virginity loss, p in v (protected) sex, mack the munch, i think that's it? note: this is definitely a very incorrect depiction of what virginity loss is bc i'm a #virgin but we're just rolling with it 🫰
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The kiss started out sweet, innocent. You and Mack, laying on his bed, movie playing in the background. It’s the first time you’ve been together in person in months, and you haven’t let go of each other since your plane landed in San Jose earlier this evening.
Mack and Will picked you up from the airport, then took you to their favorite pho restaurant for dinner. Then you and Mack dropped Will off at his apartment, and came back here, to Mack’s. The rest of your trip to San Jose, a week long, is jam-packed full of fun activities, catching up with people, going to one of Mack’s games tomorrow. But tonight, you both agreed that it would be best to just have a quiet night in with just the two of you.
At first, the intention was just to put on a movie, cuddle, and then fall asleep.
That didn’t last long.
Pretty soon you were kissing his cheek. And then his lips. And then you were straddling his lap, making out with more desperation than you thought was possible.
Mack’s tongue is in your mouth, massaging yours. His hands are planted on your ass, holding you tight against him as his hips twitch up every few seconds. He’s hard. Really hard.
You can tell by the way Mack’s hands are gripping and kneading at the fat of your ass, how he’s shaking with the effort to hold himself back from dragging you across his boner, that he wants more. His entire body hums with barely restrained need, fingers gripping you just a bit too tight, his kisses a bit too eager. This is the farthest the two of you have ever gone, heated makeouts that stutter to an end once Mack realizes he’s not going to be able to hold himself back very much longer.
Every time you reach this point, this level of hunger and anticipation, and then Mack pulls away. Separates your bodies, puts as much space between you, and clenches his eyes shut while taking deep breaths.
And while it can definitely be a little frustrating that he has yet to allow the two of you to go farther than heavily making out, you do understand why.
You’re a virgin.
There were a few guys before Mack, but not very many. And of the few, you didn’t feel comfortable having sex with any of them. Definitely not losing your virginity to them. So you held off. When you started dating Mack, you were very transparent from the beginning about how you’ve yet to go all the way with someone, and that you want it to be with a person that you love and can trust.
Well, there’s no one you love or trust more than Mack.
You’ve decided that tonight is the night. You want him, so badly, and you know that he wants you, too. It’s definitely a little bit intimidating to think about, but you want this, want to do it with him.
And, quite frankly, your fingers just aren’t cutting it anymore.
You test the waters by grinding down, ever so slightly, on Mack’s thick bulge, which has been pressing into your core for the past ten minutes. He groans, low and hot, into your mouth, hips stuttering for a few seconds before he schools them back into complacency. You smirk, kissing the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, then finding his pulse point and beginning to suck a mark into it.
Mack’s head tips back, little moans escaping his mouth as you swivel your hips. You kiss up and down his neck, one hand tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other sliding under his hoodie and t-shirt, scratching lightly at his ribcage. His entire body shudders, and you smirk.
For a few seconds, he loses himself in it. Mack plants his hands on your hips, grinds up into you, and holds you down against him so that you can both feel it. He’s moaning unashamedly now, eyes clenched shut, heat rising up his cheeks.
The air between the two of you is charged with so much electricity you both feel like live wires, moving frantically and desperately.
But then it hits him. What he’s doing, where this is headed.
“Wait,” Mack’s voice is breathless, chest still heaving up and down as he starts to push you off of him, face full of pain at just the thought of stopping.
“No, no,” you say, hands grabbing Mack’s and putting them back on your hips. He looks up at you, eyes wide, shocked and hopeful at the same time. “Don’t stop.”
Mack’s eyebrows are nearly in his hair now. “What?” he gasps, sitting up straighter. “W-What… what are you talking about?”
You place your hands on Mack’s cheeks, then lean in to press a sweet kiss to his lips. When you pull back, you just look at him for a second, gather your courage, and then say it. “Mack… I’m ready.”
“Ready?” he echoes, a look of pure disbelief on his face, like he’s trying not to get his hopes up.
“Yeah,” you giggle. “I’m ready. To have sex. With you.”
You feel Mack’s cock twitch below you.
“A-Are you sure?” he stutters out. “Because, you said that you wanted to have your first time with someone who you love and trust, and I don’t want you to rush anything because you think I want it. I’m totally okay. Don’t do it because you think I wanna do it, I only wanna do it if you wanna do it. I don’t want you to feel pressured, or worried, or–”
“Mack,” you cut him off. “I love and trust you. So much. I want to do this with you.”
He just blinks at you for a few seconds, before his shocked expression slowly morphs to one of happiness, and excitement.
You let out a yelp of surprise as Mack flips the two of you so that you’re laying down, and Mack is holding himself above you.
He kisses you again, smushing your lips together, teeth clashing. You’re both smiling into the kiss, giggling a little bit. There’s a sense of disbelief in the fact that this is actually happening, that you’re about to have sex for the first time.
Mack isn’t a virgin. He’s only had one long-term girlfriend (who he lost it to), and another girl that he hooked up with right before he got drafted. So even though he’s got slightly more experience with you, he’s by no means experienced.
“We’re um, we’re gonna have to get you ready. Prep you,” he says, pulling away suddenly.
You smile at him, biting your bottom lip. “Okay,” you respond. Your hands slide down from where they’ve been holding onto his shoulders down to your shorts, and hook your fingers in the waistband. “So, should I take these off?”
Mack gulps, eyes glued to the little sliver of stomach exposed by your shirt having ridden up a bit. He just stares hungrily for a few seconds, before apparently remembering that you’d asked him a question. So he looks up again, pupils dilated, and nods.
He shifts to the side so you can shimmy your shorts down your legs. You kick them off, leaving you in just your cotton panties, and a tiny tank top. His eyes rove up and down your body, drinking in every curve, every bit of exposed skin, practically drooling at the sight of you.
Mack looks up again, your eyes locking with his. “You’re so beautiful,” he says.
You know he’s not just talking about your body. That he’s talking about every part of you, your mind, your personality, and also your body. The reverence in his voice makes your heart soar, makes you smile, because you never thought that you would ever feel this loved. It’s an amazing feeling, and you’re so incredibly grateful that you have such an amazing boyfriend.
Mack leans in and softly kisses your lips, then your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulder. He kisses down your body, finding his way to your hip. He’s laying on his stomach now, gazing up at you with such soft, lust-filled eyes. He holds your gaze as his thumbs slip under the thin fabric at your sides, caressing your hipbone.
You watch with bated breath as he lifts his head, anticipation and arousal curling low in your stomach. Eyes still locked on yours, Mack leans in and presses a kiss to your clothed cunt, soft as ever.
“Haah,” you breathe, fingers twitching at your side.
Mack’s eyes drift closed, pressing his face harder into you. His tongue peeks out, kitten licking at your core. You let out a gasp at the feeling, one of your hands clutching the sheets, and the other flying to the back of Mack’s head, finger tangling in his hair. He stays like that for a minute, tongue wetting your panties, eyes closed in bliss. When they flutter open, slow, they’re glazed over, hungry.
His hold on the sides of your panties tightens, and he inches it down ever so slightly. He pulls back just enough to ask in a hoarse voice, “Can I?”
“Yeah,” you nod frantically, excitedly. “Yes, please.”
Mack smirks, and doesn’t hesitate. The drag of the fabric sends shivers down your spine as he slowly exposes you, your knees coming together as he pulls your panties off your feet and tosses them somewhere over your shoulder. He tsks, placing his hands on your knees and slowly spreading them, coming face to face with your center.
“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs softly. “Never, baby.”
He settles himself back on his belly, throwing your ankles over his shoulders while simultaneously hooking his arms under your thighs. You can feel his breath ghosting over your folds, your entire body shuddering with anticipation and arousal, eyes half-lidded as you watch Mack slowly lower his head, mouth opening.
You inhale at the feeling of his tongue flattening against you, licking from your hole up to your clit. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, a shiver wracking through you as his lips find your clit and close around it, sucking harshly once and then pulling away.
“How’re you doing, baby?” he asks, already panting. You’re staring up at the ceiling, breathing heavy, mind racing and already empty with how amazing it feels. Mack taps your thigh lightly, bringing your attention back to him. “You gotta talk to me, babe. Gotta tell me what feels good, so I know you’re enjoying yourself.”
You playfully roll your eyes, but smile down at him. “Feels good, Mackie. Keep going,” you reassure as you play with Mack’s hair, massaging his scalp with your fingers in the way that you know he likes. He hums happily, accepting your response, and then he’s back to work.
Up until now, the only person pleasuring you has been yourself. With your fingers and toys, lots of times throughout your life. But it’s never felt like this. This electric, this all-consuming, this… amazing.
Mack’s lips are wrapped around your clit, sucking gently but steadily, causing your back to arch. His tongue keeps moving down to gather as much of your wetness into his mouth, greedily slurping it up. The combination of the sight of him, absolutely going to town on you, as well as the audible wet sounds is almost too much for you to handle, your entire body buzzing with the sensation of your boyfriend’s mouth on you, sucking and licking so perfectly.
And right when you start to think there’s no way that this could possibly get better, you feel Mack’s finger prodding at your entrance.
He lifts his eyes, searching yours for any sign of discomfort. You moan, nodding your head, and then he pushes in.
For some reason, you thought you had a good idea of what it would feel like to have something inside of you like this. You’ve been using tampons since you were sixteen, when Anna (Geno’s wife) finally explained how they work.
You were absolutely not prepared.
A gasp leaves your mouth as Mack pushes in to the first knuckle. He holds it there for a second, tongue laving on your clit to distract you from the feeling of the stretch. It’s a foreign feeling, but not an unpleasant one. Mack wraps his lips around your clit and starts sucking, the feeling punching another moan out of you.
He slips his finger in farther, farther. More and more as you loosen up, and then he’s shallowly pumping it in and out, eyes flicking up to your face every few seconds to gauge your reaction.
“M-Mack…” you whimper, throwing your head back against the pillows. “Oh f-fuck,”
You feel him smirk against you, finger plunging in and out of you. He’s going slow, but deep, curling his finger when it’s buried to the third knuckle, caressing a spot inside you that you didn’t even know existed, a coil of arousal tightening in your belly with every movement.
But then he does something else.
He pulls his finger out all the way. You start to whine at the loss of touch, but it’s quickly cut off by the feeling of two fingers pushing into you.
Mack’s eyes are glued to your face, noting every little change in your expression as he starts slowly fingering you with his middle and ring fingers, kitten licking your clit to keep you opening up for him. Your thighs are shaking, attempting to close with every push in, but his shoulders are blocking them.
You clench around his fingers, small uh uh uhs leaving your mouth at his actions, and Mack clenches his eyes shut. He drops his forehead to rest on your hipbone, fingers continuing to plunge in and out of you. The wet squelch of your cunt is music to his ears, and the sight of you like this is something that he’s been dreaming about for months. He never wanted to pressure you, and has gone to great lengths to make sure you never felt like you had to do anything with him just to make him happy.
Mack has spent the last six months imagining you every time he wanted to get off. Cock in hand, eyes shut, cheeks pink, he would imagine all the things he wanted to do with you, all the things he wanted to do to you.
Actually seeing you like this? It’s ten million times better than he ever thought it would be.
He doesn’t realize that he’s doing it, not right away at least. But you do.
You glance down at Mack, breathing heavily against your skin, fingers steadily pumping in and out. Through your haze of pleasure, you notice something. Mack’s hips are shifting, up and down. And then it dawns on you: he’s humping the mattress.
Another loud groan leaves your mouth at the realization, your stomach getting hot, and you feel your arousal begin to gush again, coating Mack’s fingers and hand. “Oh my god,” you sob, your own hips bucking up to meet his fingers with every thrust.
All of a sudden, it’s not enough. You need Mack to be getting off too, to have him closer to you than anyone else has been, to have him inside of you.
“Mack,” your voice is wrecked. “Mack please. Need you inside of me.”
His head snaps up, jaw dropped open. He starts nodding, frantically, easing his fingers out of you as gently as possible. He leaves one last loving lick to your clit before sitting up straighter, hands reaching to the back of his shirt to tug it off frantically and throw it over his shoulder.
You do the same with your tank, grunting slightly as it gets caught on your ear. When it clears your head, you open your eyes to see Mack staring directly at your tits, jaw dropped, drool beginning to pool in the corner of his mouth. In the same moment, your eyes dart down to Mack’s lap, which is now exposed. He’s still wearing his jeans, which sport a large, painful-looking bulge. You watch in amazement as Mack’s hand drifts down, and starts palming at the bulge, just at the sight of you.
Butterflies take flight in your stomach as you let out a hot breath.
He just looks at you for a second, eyes drinking in every inch of you. You shift a little bit, which seems to snap him from his stupor. He swallows, thickly, and then starts pulling his pants and boxers down, his blushing, hard cock popping out.
Your eyes widen. “Oh… my god,” you mutter, sitting up straighter to get a better look. Sure, you’ve watched porn before, seen a few dirty pictures in magazines and things like that, but you’ve never seen a penis in real life before.
One of your hands reaches out, curious. Without thinking, you wrap your fingers around his length, feeling the warm, smooth skin throb as soon as you touch it.
“Fuck…” Mack breathes, eyes glued to your hand on his cock. His chest goes bright red, stomach clenching and a helpless little noise leaving his mouth as you squeeze.
Your eyes snap up to the way he reacts, amazed at the sight and feeling of him. You pull your hand back, Mack watching, heart racing, as you reach down to your cunt, gather some of your slick, and then return your hand to his cock. Mack nearly doubles over as you start stroking him up and down, the glide easy now that you have the lubrication, smiling at his reaction.
“Y’gonna kill me,” he gasps out, eyes glued to your hand, at the innocent, curious way you’re touching him. He only lets you go on for about a minute, suddenly grabbing your hand and ripping it away from him. When you look up, curious and worried, he rushes to reassure you. “It feels so, so good baby. I just… I won’t be able to last.”
The admission brings another smile to your face, but worsens the ache in your pussy.
“Are you… are you ready?” Mack asks, bracing his forearms on either side of your head. His thick cock rests heavy on your stomach, precum drippling down from his tip and onto your navel.
You nod, heart thumping against your ribcage, anticipation building in your stomach. “Yeah,” your voice is shaky, but there’s a smile on your face.
Mack is smiling, too.
He pulls away, reaching for his jeans. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself, and watch as he pulls his wallet from his back pocket, reaching inside to reveal a condom. You give him a look at the fact that he had one in his wallet, had one ready, but he ignores you as he rips it open, and slides it on with pink cheeks.
When he returns, he holds himself above you again. One hand holding him up, the other wrapped around his cock. He gives it a few tugs, before lining himself up with your entrance.
The feeling of his head pressed to your hole has you reaching up to grasp his shoulders, eyes locking onto his. Mack gives you the softest, most reassuring smile, one hand moving to caress the soft skin of your thigh next to his hip, before pushing in.
“Oh!” you yelp. Just the head is inside you, and you already feel split in half. You glance down, gasping once again when you realize just how much more has yet to enter you.
“You okay?” Mack asks, nuzzling into your cheek, pressing loving kisses against your skin. “Talk to me baby, tell me how you feel.”
“G-Good,” you stutter out, taking deep breaths, willing yourself to relax. “Y-You’re big….”
Mack groans, hips stuttering, as he drops his head to your shoulder. He pushes in another inch, causing you to hiss, nails digging into his shoulder. “Can’t say things like that, baby,” he says into your shoulder. “Gonna make me cum too soon.”
You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding onto him as he eases the rest of the way inside. He goes slow, gentle, thumb finding your clit and pressing into it to make you feel good.
When he’s pushed all the way in to the hilt, he stays like that for a few moments, letting you adjust to the feeling. He holds you, pressing kisses to your face, whispering loving words into your ear. “Doing so good, baby, so pretty. Taking me so perfect. You feel so good.”
You can feel him practically vibrating with need, his stomach clenching, chest heaving against yours. His hips twitch every few seconds, desperate for stimulation, but he holds himself back. Forces himself to stay still for your benefit. It’s sweet, and you’re eternally grateful for him, and how thoughtful he is. That, and you’re also thankful for how pretty he looks like this. Pink cheeks, mouth dropped open in a constant low whine, cock twitching inside of you every time you clench. He grinds into your clit, moving as little as possible while also trying to pleasure you.
You have the most perfect boyfriend in the world.
“Mack,” you say, voice unsteady yet confident. “You can move now. P-Please, move.”
Mack does his best to not look too excited, but fails. He nods, and dutifully raises himself up a bit, leaning in to kiss you as he pulls his hips back, swallowing your moan at the feeling of him sliding out of you. His thumb finds your clit again, pressing on your button as he slides all the way back inside, the dull head of his cock thumping against that spot again. That spot that feels really good.
After that, it’s like Mack can’t hold himself back anymore. He pulls back again, thrusting inside with as much gentleness as he can muster while also trying to sate his need for you. Little noises leave your with every thrust, little moans and whines and whimpers that were music to Mack’s ears.
He moves to your neck, softly sucking marks into the soft skin there. You whine at the feeling, tilting your head to give him better access as he continues to pump himself in and out.
The steady thump of him inside of you, combined with the feeling of him kissing at your pulse point and pressing on your clit, has you teetering on the edge within minutes. You can tell Mack’s there too, based on the way his moans have gotten louder and closer together, directly in your ear, and the way his thrusts are getting sloppier.
Mack takes a deep breath, then starts doubling down. “Cum for me,” he says. “C’mon baby, let me feel it.”
You’re shaking like a leaf, eyes rolling to the back of your head with pleasure. Your nails are digging into Mack’s biceps, he hisses but doesn’t falter.
“S-So tight…” he grunts out as he continues fucking you like his life depends on it, the steady smack of his hips hitting yours sounding throughout he room, mixing with your moans and his. “Feels so good baby. So good….”
You hit your peak not long after that, the coil snapping in your stomach. You cry out, legs wrapping around his middle, holding him to you as you ride it out.
Mack finishes, buried inside you, nose pressed to your cheek while you come down from your orgasm. He lays against your for a few minutes, neither of you saying anything as you catch your breath. You stay pressed together like that, Mack softening inside of you, your fingers tangled in his hair. For everything that you and Mack have done together before this, you’ve never felt closer to him than right now, and you fucking love it.
After a few minutes, he lifts his head, looking at you with such raw concern it makes your heart ache. “Was that okay?” he asks. “Are… are you okay?”
You nod, feeling a blissed out smile come onto your face. “I’m great,” you say breathily, laughing a little bit. “That was… amazing.”
“Really?” Mack sits up straighter, disbelief written across his face.
You nod, pulling him down and into a kiss. “Yeah, Mackie. That was great. I’m so thankful that my first time was with you.” Your smile is wide, pressing your forehead to his.
Mack just kisses you again, smiling into it, holding you tight.
You know that it’s early, that you probably shouldn’t be thinking things like this, but Mack is it for you. You know it. The connection that the two of you have, the way he makes you feel. For most of your life, it’s been just you and your dad, and a part of you thought that it always would be. You really struggled meeting people your age growing up, especially guys. You never thought that you would experience love like this, and feeling like this with Mack? You’re so unbelievably grateful for him, and count your lucky stars for him every day.
The two of you lay together like that for a few minutes, basking in each other’s presence, holding each other. After such an intimate moment, combined with the fact that this is the first night you’re going to spend in each other’s arms after being apart for so long.
“I love you so much,” Mack whispers into your ear, pressing loving kisses to your cheek. “I can’t believe how lucky I am, that I get to be with you.”
You smile, feeling your entire being swell with love and happiness. You open your mouth, about to say something, when your phone buzzes on the other side of the bed.
Groaning, you reach over, pulling it closer to you before picking it up.
“Oh fuck,” you say, laughing. “It’s a text from my dad.”
“What?” Mack sits up, panicked.
You giggle at his reaction, as if your dad were to walk through the door at this very moment and catch the two of you… like this. “He’s just asking if I got here safe,” you smile, typing out a quick response. “You’re fine, babe.”
Mack lets out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good.”
He lays back down, nuzzling into your neck, letting out a sigh of relief. In a few minutes, you’re going to tell him to get up and clean you off. Maybe take a shower, but you’re concerned about how well you’ll be able to stand, considering your legs feel like jelly right now. Then you’re going to fall asleep in your boyfriend’s arms, and you’re going to sleep in tomorrow morning.
Nothing has ever felt more natural than this.
This feels like the start of forever, the beginning of the rest of your life with Mack, and you can’t wait to see how your life intertwines with his.
a/n: so i've probably spent the most time writing this out of like... anything i've posted on this blog ever! i kind of hate this but sonia said it's good so 😸 welcome back mack and crosby!reader! thank you all for all your love and support, you're my favorite people on the planet <3 i hope you enjoy this, and have a wonderful day/night!
