So excited for this event!! Congrats girlie. Can I get a cappuccino w/ caramel (hot tub) and peppermint (forbidden romance maybe a touch of enemies) for Kirby Dach? I’ll fr love you forever for writing about him 😭 if you don’t wanna write him feel free to make it Trevor since I know for sure you write him
new character unlocked!!!!! lots of sexual tension here<3
“If you’re not going to fucking listen to me, then I don’t know why we’re even having this conversation,” you snap, crossing your arms and sitting back against the edge of the hot tub.
“We’re having this conversation because you’re too stubborn to consider my point of view,” Kirby bites back, a wide grin on his face. He’s always felt delighted when you fight him, especially when your arguments turn back to the root of your rivalry: Kirby’s Canadiens and your Bruins.
It’s been the same topic of conversation since you met, when Kirby called you out for wearing a Boston Bruins t-shirt and expressed his own poor taste. You knew why he preferred the Habs from the first second, since you’re an avid hockey fan. You know the people on the team that you hate. Kirby seems to think that he knows more than you because he is an active player in the rivalry and you’re just a spectator, but that’s exactly why you think you know it better. You get to see both sides from the outside and even though you are biased, you’re not nearly as biased as Kirby is. He’s loyal to his team, which would be an admirable quality if his team was any good.
Your mouth opens in shock. “I am considering your point of view. You’re just so into yourself and your team that you can’t accept that mine is better.”
The hot tub cleared out shortly after you two started arguing, leaving you and Kirby alone in opposite corners. It’s like a boxing match and you’re both coming out with your fists swinging.
“Your team is not better!” Kirby exclaims. “The Bruins had a shit season!”
“We are allowed to have a shit season. You bitches have had a bad decade!”
Kirby flinches back like you hit him, looking affronted and borderline betrayed.
You think you could’ve crossed a line, to be fair, but you’re right. The Habs have gone to the playoffs, but they haven’t had a solid, powerful team in a long time. You shrug and shake your head at Kirby, daring him to retort.
He surges forward and gets his hands on you instead. It’s not a violent or intimidating series of touches, but you’re caught off guard by it.
Kirby tugs you over to his side of the hot tub and holds onto you by the ties of your bikini bottoms. “You are so fucking infuriating,” he growls. He licks over his bottom lip and bites down on it, eyes narrowed as he surveys you. He seems to consider you for a moment, then makes a snap decision. “Do you even know how much you affect me, Y/N?”
It’s your turn to bring your eyebrows together. “No,” you say defensively, pushing away from him and trying to squirm back to your corner.
Kirby catches your wrists and pauses, calculating his actions again. You freeze when he circles his fingers around your wrist, not out of fear, but because… well… you have been known to like a man who’s stronger than you.
And you are starting to see the appeal of Mr. Kirby Dach, even though it’s going against every fiber of your being.
His eyes flicker over your features, raking in your blown yet confused pupils and the pink on your cheeks and the way that you’re not trying to get away from him anymore. Kirby inhales and brings your hand to his abdomen, then slides it lower, giving you plenty of time to pull away.
Your hand covers his bulge tentatively, then you double down upon feeling just how hard he is. His cock is raging, straining against his board shorts.
You blink at him, not sure what to say. “Every time?” you muster weakly.
“Every time,” Kirby confirms. “You do something to me, Y/N. Even if we hate each other. You do something to me.”
You lick your lips slowly and nod, taking in his words and processing the overwhelming information facing you. Kirby’s hard and he says that you affect him every time you fight and now, he’s not looking at you like he wants to fight you. He’s looking at you like he wants to devour you.
It’s your turn to move slowly, moving to straddle his lap. You let your weight sit against his cock, allowing him to feel you against him.
“What are you going to do if someone sees you grinding against a Montreal supporter?” Kirby asks seriously, although his hands have remained on your hips and are now dragging you along his length.
You feel like you’re in a trance, staring at his mouth move. “Tell them you made a good point for once, maybe,” you reply, inching forward until you feel Kirby’s smile widen underneath your lips. Then, you close the distance and kiss him, feeling all of your frustration and anger towards him and his opinions melt away, seeping out of you and transferring that energy into the sexual tension between you.
If someone catches you in the hot tub and asks what you’re doing, you’ll tell them the truth: that you’re going to fuck Kirby Dach regardless of your rivalry.