First time having sex
— Macklin Celebrini, Will Smith, Connor Bedard, Matt Rempe, Nathan MacKinnon
The first time you had sex with your NHL boyfriend
⤷゛⊗ˎˊ˗ warnings use of "y/n", implied age gap on Nate's part, a lot of fluff
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ request Hii! This is my first time requesting something… could you make a post similar to your ‘Dirty Talking’ one but make it about the boys reaction to you asking them to take your virginity. Also, could you include MacKinnon… no worries if not
𑣲⋆𐙚 ̊ autor's note ⋆⭒⋆ Hello!! here is another one hehe, I didn't make it 100% like asking them to take your virginity, just for my own comfort while writing them although I think you can really read it like that if you want to. I hope that you like it^^
「 SJS 」 ⋯ MACKLIN CELEBRINI ⌣ ⚜️
The atmosphere at the Boston University rink was incredible. The Terriers had just won a very important game for the season and everyone was celebrating euphorically. Your hands were numb from clapping so much and your voice was almost hoarse from cheering, especially after your boyfriend, Macklin, had scored one goal and assisted in two others. All that excitement had moved to some nearby bars, and later to a fraternity house, but at some point in all that commotion, Mack and you had decided to return to your residence to end the night together and relax. “You were amazing tonight,” you said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. He glanced down at you, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Yeah? You think so?” “I know so. That last goal?” you shook your head. “I swear my heart stopped.” Macklin could only think about how adorable you were, and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he pulled you close to give you a kiss on the head. Once you arrived at the building, you calmly entered, immediately noticing how the temperature changed as it was no longer so cold. In the elevator, right after entering, you both looked at each other confidently, and then a long, intense kiss began between you. Your mouths moved in sync, and your hands quickly explored each other's bodies. Then Macklin bent down slightly and lifted you up by your thighs, making you wrap your legs around his waist. When the elevator doors opened, he began to walk, still carrying you in his arms, toward your bedroom door. Once there, with difficulty as the kiss continued to intensify, you managed to open the door with the key so you could be in the privacy of your room. Macklin laid you down on the bed and your hand began to move down toward his crotch, causing him to let out a groan. Soon you began to struggle with the button and zipper, trying to undo them to take the activity you were engaged in one step further. Breathing heavily and letting out an inaudible sigh, he slowly pulled away from you. "Wait, wait... are you sure? We've never... we've never done it," he said, his cheeks flushed. "Please, Mack, I'm ready," you replied. "Are you really sure, Y/n? It doesn't have to be now. I don't want you to think you owe me for winning the game or as a reward or anything," he said again, cupping your face in his hands and caressing your cheek with his thumb. "I swear, it's not because of the game. I've been thinking about it for several days and I really want to," you said. With a simple nod, Macklin kissed you again and began to undress you. His caresses were gentle, and he took his time and was careful to make you as comfortable as possible. The moment when, after what seemed like an eternity of preparation, he entered you, a million sensations came over you without warning, and Macklin, doing everything possible to make your first time together perfect, took you with him to the greatest pleasure you had ever known.
「 SJS 」 ⋯ WILL SMITH ⌣ ⚜️
The first night in Will’s hometown felt different in the best way. When he’d asked you to spend a couple of weeks with him in Lexington over break, you'd been nervous. Meeting his family. Sleeping in the same house as his childhood memories... But from the moment they pulled into the driveway, everything felt warm. His mom hugged you like she’d known you for years. His dad insisted on showing you old photo albums. And his sister was nothing but excitement toward getting to know you. By the third day, you felt less like a guest and more like you belonged there being one more of the family. One evening, after dinner and board games with his family, you slipped away to his room. It was cozy, unchanged in small ways—posters still on the walls, shelves lined with trophies and school books still on the shelf. Will sat beside you on the bed, your shoulders touching. “You doing okay?” he asked softly. He’d been checking in with you all week, always careful, always thoughtful. You smiled. “More than okay. Your family is amazing.” “They really like you,” he said, nudging you gently. “My mom told me I’d be an idiot to mess this up.” You laughed, but your heart was pounding so hard, being here, seeing how he was with his parents, how gentle he was with his sister, made something settle in your chest. It made you certain. “Will?” Her voice came out quieter than you intended. He turned immediately, reading her tone. “Hey. What’s going on?” You took a steadying breath. “Being here with you… it just feels right.” His expression softened and your heart melted. “And I’ve been thinking,” you continued, fingers twisting together in your lap. “I don’t want my first time to be random. Or rushed. I want it to be with someone I trust.” He went very still. Your heart raced. “I want it to be with you.” For a second, he just stared at her, clearly not expecting that. “Y/n…” His voice was careful, almost stunned. “Are you sure?” You nodded, even though her cheeks burned. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly—not frustrated, just processing. “I don’t want you to feel pressured because we’re here. Or because everything’s been… perfect this week.” “I don’t,” you said quickly. “This isn’t about the trip. It’s about you.” He studied your face the way he always did when something mattered—like he was making sure there wasn’t a single thread of doubt. When he didn’t find any, his shoulders relaxed. “If we do this,” he said gently, “it’s going to be because you want it. And we go at your pace. The second you’re uncomfortable, we stop. No questions.” Tears pricked unexpectedly at your eyes, not from fear but from how much he cared. “I know,” she whispered. And at that Will started a slow and loving kiss as he laid you down on the bed and his hands began to touch your body, slowly starting what would be a special and very long night for both of you.
「 CHI 」 ⋯ CONNOR BEDARD⌣ ⚜️
The restaurant was still buzzing when Frank and his girlfriend waved goodbye, promising to going in a double date again soon, and you leaned into Connor’s side as you stepped out into the cool night air. Dating an NHL player still felt surreal sometimes, watching Connor on the ice was one thing, fast, confident, focused. Seeing him laugh across a dinner table with his teammate, reaching for her hand under the table like it was second nature, was something else entirely. He squeezed your fingers now. “You had fun?” he asked, searching your face. “Yeah,” you said, smiling up at him. “I really liked them. She’s so sweet.” He chuckled. “Yeah, she keeps him in line.” You walked slowly toward his apartment, your shoulders brushing. You felt warm—not just from the wine you'd had, but from something deeper. From the way he’d introduced you proudly. From the way he’d said, “This is my girlfriend,” like it meant everything. Inside his apartment, the lights were low and soft. Connor shrugged off his jacket and turned to you, his expression gentle. “You’re a little tipsy,” he observed, amused. You scrunched her nose. “So are you.” He stepped closer anyway, hands resting on your waist. “I am, yes" he said with a gentle voice. You heart fluttered. The room felt smaller, quieter. “Connor?” you said, her voice softer than usual. “Yeah?” “I love you.” He stilled. For a split second, nerves flickered in your chest—but then his expression changed. Not shocked. Not scared. Just overwhelmed in the best way. “You do?” he teased gently, brushing his thumb along your hip. “I do,” you confirmed, breathless. “Tonight just… seeing you with Frank, the way you talk about your career, The way you talked about me. Us. I just know, I love you.” His hands tightened slightly at your waist. “I love you too.” Instantly you engaged yourselves in an electric kiss Instantly, you gave yourselves over to a passionate kiss. Your hands quickly found each other's bodies, and as things intensified, Connor reluctantly pulled away. "We're not completely sober, Y/n." "I don't care, I want this," you said. "I know, and believe me, I don't doubt it, but I want it to be special. I don't want it to be because of the intensity of the moment, and certainly not if we're not in our right minds." Even so, his kisses continued to appear on your mouth, between breaths as he spoke to you. "Think about it carefully, sweetheart. When we wake up tomorrow, you'll tell me I'm right, and since I'm sure you want it as much as I do, it will happen, but without being drunk." Little by little, you got over him, while you agreed more and more. He was right, Connor was right. You really wanted to have sex with him, but that wasn't the way to do it. That's not how your first time should be. "Yes, yes, you're right," you replied. "Hey, look at me," he said, grabbing your face so you would look him in the eyes. "I love you, okay? And I want to make love to you until we can't take it anymore. But not now, not like this." You simply nodded, held his face as he continued to do, and kissed him again, showing him that you weren't angry or anything like that, that you understood and shared his view of your first time together. "Let's go to bed. I want to sleep all night in your arms. I love you, Connor." "I love you too, Y/n"
「 NYR 」 ⋯ MATT REMPE⌣ ⚜️
You still remembered the first time you caught Matt’s attention. She’d been a regular at the Rangers games since forever, always going with your dad as a kid and later as you grow up enjoying it alone or with your friends. One day sitting a few rows behind the glass, cheering louder as you always do. After one particular win, your eyes had met with Matt's as he skated toward the bench. He’d smiled, quick, curious, and somehow that moment had turned into a conversation outside the arena. A few weeks later, you were inseparable. And after a few months of being friends he has asked you to be his girlfriend. Tonight, after another game, Matt drove you back to his house. His hair was still damp from the shower at the arena, and he looked relaxed in a way you loved, no helmet, no pressure, just him. You curled up on his couch, the city lights spilling faintly through the windows. The TV hummed quietly in the background, but neither of you were really watching. “You know,” he murmured, tracing slow circles on you hand, “I’m really glad you kept coming to those games.” You smiled softly. “I’m glad you noticed.” Silence settled between you, comfortable and warm. Being with him never felt rushed. He always made space for you although his rushed life. Your heart started beating faster, but this time it wasn’t nerves from a crowd. It was something steadier. Certain. “Matt?” you said quietly. He turned immediately, reading your tone. “Yeah?” You shifted so you were facing him fully. “I’ve been thinking about something.” He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Okay.” “I’m want us to have sex, I'm ready” you said, your voice soft but clear. For a split second, he just blinked at you. Then his expression changed, not into surprise, but into something brighter. Almost awed. “Y/n,” he breathed. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t sure,” you added quickly. “I’m prepared. I just… I want you.” The smile that spread across his face wasn’t cocky or smug. It was warm. Grateful. “You have no idea how much that means to me,” he said honestly. His hands slid gently to your waist. “Not because it’s our first time. But because you feel that safe with me.” You felt your nerves ease at the way he said it, like it was about trust, not conquest. He leaned forward and kissed you softly, lingering just long enough to make your breath catch. Softly Matt started to kiss you and in no time you were right under him, his hands were all over your body and you couldn't stop to feel and look at him. Then, without making things feel rushed, he led you both to the purest and highest ecstasy you had ever felt.
「 COL 」 ⋯ NATHAN MACKINNON⌣ ⚜️
For the few months you and Nate have been dating, everything was quite and simple, you were not a secret but really private towards your relationship. Late night dinners in calm restaurants, hoodies and baseball caps on grocery runs, private jokes in the corner of team events. The age gap between you had never felt strange in private, it had just meant anything different for you. But not for the people out there. The night a photographer caught you leaving his apartment, everything changed. Headlines popped up within hours. Comment sections filled with opinions from strangers who didn’t know you. Words like “inappropriate” and “too young” floated around like they meant something personal. You tried not to look at it, but it was impossible not to feel it. One evening, you found Nate sitting at his kitchen island, phone face down in front of him. He looked tired, not physically, but emotionally. “Hey,” you said softly. He looked up immediately, his expression softening when he saw you. “Hey.” You slid onto the stool beside him. “You’ve been... quiet.” He hesitated. “I just hate that this is landing on you. People saying things… judging you.” “I don’t care what they say,” you replied instantly. He gave you a look. “Y/n.” “I mean it.” you reached for his hand. “They don’t know us. They don’t know anything about our relationship” His jaw tightened slightly. “It’s still a lot of pressure.” You turned fully toward him, making sure he saw how serious you were. “I’m not with you because of your career. Or your age. I’m with you because I love you.” The words settled between you. His eyes softened immediately. “You love me?” You nodded. “I do.” He exhaled slowly, like he’d been holding that in for a while. His thumb brushed over your knuckles. “I love you too,” he admitted quietly. Silence followed, not heavy, but intimate. “I don’t care about the age gap,” you continued gently. “It doesn’t change how I feel. It doesn’t change how safe I feel with you.” He searched her face, protective instinct flickering behind his eyes. “You are safe with me.” “I know.” You swallowed, heart racing for a different reason now. “Nate,” you said softly, while he looked at you encouraging you to keep talking. “I want you to make love to me. I'm ready” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached up and cupped your face, his expression serious but tender. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly. “Not because of the headlines. Not because you feel like you have to prove something.” You shook your head. “This has nothing to do with them. It’s about us.”He studied you carefully, making sure there wasn’t even a flicker of doubt. “You know,” he added gently, “we don’t have to rush this. Ever.” “I know,” you whispered. “I’m choosing you right now. I'm choosing you always” That seemed to settle something in him. He leaned forward, pressing a slow kiss to your lips, unhurried, full of intention. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. And then, Nate carefully carried you to bed where a night filled with hundreds of sensations unfolded on its own.
