maybe something about sid accidentally finishing inside younger reader and then freaking out??
nsfw content below, some breeding stuff
The first time it happens, it’s an accident, an indulgence that slips past Sidney’s ironclad control because the moment feels too good, too raw to break. You’re beneath him, your knees hooked over his forearms as he folds you in half, thrusts hitting deep enough to drag whimpers out of your throat. The room smells like sweat and sex and the faint vanilla lotion you slathered on after your shower. Your nails score his shoulder blades, urging him deeper, and something cracks in him—decades of discipline fraying under the way you look up at him, pupils blown, mouth slack, pleading quietly, “Please don’t stop, daddy, please—”
He doesn’t. He chases it blindly, hips snapping with a force that rattles the headboard against the wall. You clamp down around him, tight as a fist, and he feels his resolve go molten. He’s supposed to pull out. He always pulls out. Condoms, pills, barriers, precautions stacked like sandbags against disaster, knows your cycles, keeps track more carefully than you do because he has to—because he’s the adult, the one with everything to lose. He whispers it every time, “Tell me when you’re close, baby… I’ve got to—” and you nod, promise, because you’re sweet and eager and want to be good for him.
But tonight you’re gone, pleasure-drunk, giggling breathlessly as you cup his face in your little hands and breathe, “Feels so good, Sidney, I love you,” and he breaks. He slams home, holds there, buries his face in your neck, and empties himself inside you with a guttural groan that vibrates through your whole body. It’s hot, flooding, spreading through you like molten honey, and you choke on a gasp, thighs trembling. He stays deep, grinding as if he can get further, his muscles locking, spine arched, every vein in his neck standing out. He hasn’t come inside anyone raw since before you were legal. The feeling is dizzying—silken walls milking him, no latex dulling the wet heat. He feels your pulse against him, feels your cunt flutter as you follow him over the edge, clinging and gasping his name.
Now his breath shudders. His pulse roars. He feels the reality of it in the way his cock throbs inside your tight channel, in the warm flood still pulsing out of him. He’s still inside you, softening slowly, and he knows he should pull out, knows he should reach for a towel, for anything, but he’s transfixed.
“Oh my god,” he mutters, voice ragged, forehead dropping to yours. “Baby, what did I just— fuck— what did we just do?”
You stare up at him, pupils blown wide, lips parted in that blissed-out smile he’s obsessed with. You’re flushed, skin glowing, hair wild across the pillow. You blink, hazy, a dreamy giggle bubbling up. “You came,” you say, stating the obvious like it’s the funniest thing in the world, your voice a breathy lilt. “Inside me. It was so warm.”
Your words punch the air from his lungs. He braces his hands on either side of your head, trying to steady himself. “Yeah. I did. I—” The panic shivers through him cold and sharp, cutting through the fading pleasure. You’re young and so damn fertile he’s seen you get flushed and needy just from ovulation. He shouldn’t have let himself slip. He’s the careful one.
He pulls out slowly, groaning as your walls cling to him, and both of you hiss at the wet stretch. The moment the tip leaves you, his cum spills out in a milky rush, pooling between your thighs, and that’s when he loses his composure. He can’t look away. The sight of his release dripping from your pink slit captivates him in a way that’s part terror, part savage hunger.
“Jesus,” he breathes, eyes locked on the slow roll of white sliding down to your ass. “Look at that.”
You lift your head, peering down your body, then flop back onto the pillow with a little squeal, covering your face with your hands. “It feels so weird,” you giggle, voice tinged with fascination. “Like… like it’s still throbbing?”
“That’s me,” he says hoarsely, fingers trembling as he spreads your folds to watch more of his cum seep out in thick, pearly strands. “That’s all me. God, baby.” He runs his thumb gently over your slick entrance, smearing his release across your swollen lips. You gasp, hips twitching, and he feels another pulse of lust kick despite the dread coiling in his gut.
He reaches for a towel, hesitates. He can’t bring himself to wipe it away yet. Instead he cups your pussy with his palm, pressing lightly to feel the warmth, the way you flutter against his hand. “We need to get Plan B,” he says, voice steady even though his mind is racing. “Right now. I don’t care that it’s midnight.”
You peek at him through your fingers, eyes glassy and soft. “Do we have to?”
“Yes.” The word is a command, firm, but tinged with something else—fear, protectiveness, self-reproach. “You know how easily— baby, your hormones are everywhere. I shouldn’t have—” He exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his beard. “I got caught up. You make me crazy.”
You lower your hands, tracing the line of his jaw with gentle fingertips. “I liked it,” you whisper, the honesty in your voice gutting him. “Liked feeling you inside me like that. All warm. Felt like you were everywhere.”
His nostrils flare. The temptation to push back in, to plug you up with his cock and keep his cum inside you, surges hard enough to make him sway. Instead he breathes through it, reminding himself who he has to be for you. “Don’t tempt me,” he mutters, but his thumb is already rubbing slow circles around your clit, spreading his spend over your skin like he can’t help himself.
You moan, soft and floaty, your hips rolling. “Sidney…”
“Yeah, baby?” He can’t stop staring at your drenched slit, at the obscene glisten. He dips a finger inside, shallow, scooping up a mixture of you and him, and you whimper, lashes fluttering. He pulls his finger out and watches another line of cum follow, dripping onto the sheets, and he almost loses his mind. “You feel that?”
Your giggle turns into a sigh. “You’re obsessed.”
“With keeping you safe,” he says automatically, snapping back to his senses, though it comes out rougher than intended. He drags the sticky finger up to your mouth, strokes your lower lip. “Open.”
You obey, still dazed, and he slides his finger between your lips. You suck lazily, tasting the mix of both of you, and his cock twitches, half-hard again already.
He shakes himself, forces focus. “Stay right there. Don’t move. I’m gonna clean you up, then we’re hitting the pharmacy.”
You pout, the motion adorable and infuriating. “Can’t we stay like this for a minute? It feels… kinda nice.”
“Of course it does,” he growls, grabbing his phone from the nightstand to check the time. “That’s how nature tricks you. Your body’s like, ‘oh wow, this feels good, let’s make a baby.’ Yeah, no. Not tonight.”
You collapse into giggles, delirious. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Damn right I am.” He tosses the phone aside, leans down to kiss you, slow and deep, the taste of you and him still on your tongue. “I just creampied the most perfect girl on planet Earth. I’ve earned the right to be dramatic.”
You hum into the kiss. “You called it a creampie.” You sound delighted. “You’re so filthy.”
“I’m being clinical,” he lies, and slides off the bed, reluctantly stepping away from the enticing sight of your thighs slick with his cum. He grabs a clean towel, tosses it over his shoulder, then pauses to admire you one more time—sprawled on the sheets, hair fanned out, belly flushed, the open, trusting smile still lingering at the corners of your mouth.
He sits beside you again, raising your hips gently to slide a pillow under your lower back to stop gravity from doing too much damage while he wipes you. He knows it’s counterproductive, but part of him can’t stand the idea of his cum dripping onto the sheets instead of staying with you.
“Hold this,” he says, pressing the towel between your thighs, firm enough to catch the mess but gentle enough that you sigh instead of flinch.
You obey, pressing the towel tight, biting your lip, still dreamy. He strokes your hair back from your face, eyes soft despite the nerves jittering through him. “We’re gonna get dressed,” he says quietly. “We’ll get Plan B. Then I’ll tuck you back in, Okay?”
You nod, that same sparkling trust lighting your features. “Okay. Whatever you say.”
He kisses your forehead, then stands, gathering discarded clothes. He catches sight of the ruined condom still in the wrapper on the nightstand and swears under his breath. Lesson learned. Never again, he vows. No matter how sweet you moan, no matter how tight you clamp around him, no matter how badly his instincts scream to fill you up and watch it spill out. He’ll protect you, even from himself.
Still, as you sit up, towel slipping, another ribbon of cum sliding down your inner thigh, he has to squeeze his eyes shut for a second, battling the dark, possessive part of him that thrills at the sight. You look down, giggle, and swipe it with your fingers, bringing them to your mouth without thinking. He groans, half horrified, half aroused.
“We’re leaving,” he says, grabbing his keys. “Right now.”
You hop off the bed, still lost in the moment, still giggling, wrapping his oversized sweatshirt around your bare body. “I love you,” you sing, leaning up to kiss his cheek.
He swallows the panic, the hunger, the awe. “I love you too,” he whispers, guiding you toward the door, still half in shock at what he’s done even as he knows he’d do it again if you begged the right way.
Prompt: when your younger brother and his best friend, Mack and Will, decide to surprise you at your Pittsburgh apartment, they get more than they bargained for
requested!
Growing up in the Celebrini household was never a dull moment, especially not as the oldest child. It was rinks, practices, someone yelling about losing their hockey bag, yelling over who took the last piece of dessert. But it was also full of love, that was always a given. And there was no one you loved like your siblings.
That’s part of the reason these last 11 months have been so hard. Not because your family is scattered, not because you live in Pittsburgh, which is approximately 3,000 miles away from your brother, but because you’ve been hiding something from them all.
That something?
Sidney Patrick Crosby.
You roll out of bed, trying to wiggle your way loose from Sid’s grasp. He just groans in response, pulling your body flush against his.
“Sid.” You whisper with a morning voice and a giggle. He groans again, his eyes still closed as his lips find your temple, then your cheek, then your lips. You kiss him back like a woman possessed, it happens every time Sidney kisses you. But you manage to pull back, even though your body is screaming at you to jump his bones right now and worry about coffee, and the headache you’ll get if you don’t have any, later. “I’m going to go start some coffee.” You whisper, your voice sultry in your boyfriend’s ear.
“Looking like that?” Sid questions you, his eyes raking over your bare form. You stand, your back towards him as you turned your gaze over your shoulder, his eyes staring at your ass.
“Come find me after your shower you hound.” You joke, stealing his penguins shirt off the ground, making sure to bend over very very slowly. Sidney groans as you leave the bedroom laughing, the soft glow of the morning casting your apartment in a golden glow.
You love Pittsburgh, at first you wondered what the hell you were doing as you spent your first night alone in the apartment. Your entire family had helped you move in, buying furniture, building the furniture, and listening to Mack and Aiden argue over the furniture. But it’s been two years since then, and almost a year since you and Sid have been attached at the hip. But that also means, it’s been almost a year of lying to everyone you love. Especially Macklin.
Macklin was your rock, your little brother who you looked after your entire life. And now he’s in San Jose, now he’s 19 and playing his heart out with his best friend Will Smith. Will, who you’ve also adopted like a little brother.
You smile thinking about them, about how excited they are to be coming to Pittsburgh in a few weeks. The family dinner was nearly impossible to plan with everyone’s schedules, but they all found a way, and that is the night that you’ll be introducing them to Sid.
It’s not like they don’t know him, or know of him. Macklin knows him in a ‘I’ve played against you and looked up to you my entire life’ kind of way. But you want them to know Sid, not Sidney Crosby the hockey player, Sid the boyfriend who basically lives with you. The boyfriend who refuses to let you drive anywhere, the boyfriend who redid your spare room so you could continue to write your novels from home, the boyfriend who cares more about you being a famous author than he does about being a famous hockey player, the boyfriend who has never once let you feel anything except larger than life.
These thoughts fill you with ideas for your next book, and it’s not like you haven’t based characters off Sidney’s actions before. The ideas fill your head as coffee starts brewing, and as the shower turns on from deeper in your apartment.
A little while later you grab your designated mugs, still deep in thought as you smile. But the peace of the Pittsburgh morning died. It died in the way that at 7:14am, your apartment door unlocks. And Macklin Celebrini and Will Smith enter your apartment with wide smiles.
“Surprise!” Mack yells, his smile fully on display, a drink carrier with three coffees in his hand, as Will smiles behind him, a brown bag clutched in his.
“Mackie.” You state, shock settling deeply around you. Your eyes blow wide as everything clicks.
The pair of shoes by the door which are obviously not yours, the bottle of men’s cologne on your countertop, the Pittsburgh Penguins shirt you’re wearing, which is way too big to be yours and houses CROSBY 87 on the back in big gold letters, and of course, the sound of someone in the shower. Of Sidney. Your boyfriend. Your secret boyfriend. Your very secret and very naked boyfriend.
“What?” Mack asks, his wide grin fading just a bit as he sees your shocked face. But that’s not the only thing he notices. His eyes scan your place, they catch the shoes, the bottle of cologne, the shirt that is way too big and way too worn covering your body. And of course, he clocks the sound of the shower turning off.
Will chokes as he realizes too, but it’s Will who’s eyes go wide when he realizes who’s shirt you’ve got on.
“Is… is someone here?” Mack asks quickly, his eyes going wide as he stares into your still wide eyes.
Your soul leaves your body, and you stay quiet not knowing what to say.
“Mack-“ Will says but you interrupt.
“Mackie, just-“ you start, but it’s too late. Too late because there’s the sound of the door opening, the sound of rustling, and the sound of footsteps coming closer to the kitchen.
And then it happens, Sidney Crosby walks into the kitchen. One of your white fluffy towels hanging dangerously low on his hips, and another towel drying his hair which is dark and dripping down his muscular back and chest.
“You better hope this hickey goes away before practice tomorrow otherwise the guys are going to-“ Sid stops when he realizes, he didn’t just say that to you. In fact, he said that to three people, two of which, are your little brother and honorary brother.
Macklin stares at his idol, Will stares between the two of you. Sidney just stares at Macklin. For a moment, nobody moved, and nobody spoke. Until your brother, to no one’s surprise, loses it.
“WHAT THE HELL!” Macklin exclaims, Will taking the carrying tray out of his best friend’s grasp as Mack starts waving his arms around.
“Oh my god.” You whisper, a hand going to your forehead while Sid’s hand tightens on the towel around his hips, like he remembered how he looks, and who it is standing in front of him.
“Is-“ Mack starts, green eyes so wide as he stares between you and Sid. “Sidney-“ he starts talking again but it’s like he can’t get out a full sentence.
“Morning, Macklin.” Sidney says, you can tell he’s a bit nervous by the way his muscles move. But he’s also still relaxed, like he’s not letting himself freak out.
“MORNING?” Macklin repeats. “Morning? You’re in my sister’s apartment basically wearing a fucking hand towel and you say morning?”
“It’s a regular towel.” You say, a bit offended that he insulted your fluffy white, and insanely expensive, towels. Behind Mack, Will now fully loses it. He sets everything down on the entry table and covers his mouth with his hand. His shoulders shaking as he tries to turn away.
“Will!” Macklin exclaims, turning around to watch his best friend try not to double over in laughter. “Stop laughing!” Macklin exclaims, but that only seems to make him laugh harder.
“I’m sorry,” Will says, waving a hand in front of him. “I’m sorry this is just the funniest thing that’s happened to me all year.” He says, wiping under his eyes as he continues to giggle.
“Sid.” You whisper, and your boyfriend’s gaze shoots over to you immediately. “Maybe go put some clothes on?” You say, and Will busts out with a new fit of giggles.
“Isn’t that a little hard when you’re wearing his shirt?” Will asks, and Macklin makes a pained noise as he really takes that fact in. You stare at Will as threatening as you could as Sidney awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as he tries to contain a laugh from Will’s comment.
“I’ll be right back.” Sid says, his smile unable to be contained as he turns down in the direction of your bedroom.
—
It didn’t take long for Sidney to come back in a pair of sweats and a black t-shirt. The shirt hugs his arms perfectly, and you have to drag your gaze away before your little brother notices. But Sidney does, he always notices. And he gives you a wicked little smirk before turning his attention back to your little brother.
“Macklin-“ Sidney starts as he sits down next to you on the couch, the younger players standing in front of the tv, facing the both of you like they are parents who caught you guys doing something bad.
“How long?” Mack asks, and for the first time since entering your apartment and finding out your secret, he sounds hurt instead of angry.
“A while.” You say with a slight wince.
“A while?” Mack echos. “How long is a while?”
“Just under a year.” Sid finishes, and his hand takes yours. His fingers interlinking with your shaking ones. “We were going to tell you.”
“When?” Mack asks.
“Dinner.” You say immediately, and you want to crawl into a hole as you see your brother’s face.
“Like the family dinner?” Will asks from beside Mack as you nod.
“Why didn’t you-“ Mack starts but stops himself as he really takes you in. Takes in the way you and Sidney are, the way he knows that if he were to raise his voice again Sidney would step in front of you, the way his hand is wrapping around your slightly shaking one. The way Mack knows that keeping this from him all this time must have been killing you. “I’m not mad, Y/N.” He finally says, the tension dropping slightly from his shoulders. “I just-“ he pauses, his fingers running through your hair. “Why didn’t you feel like you could tell me?”
That carved a part of you open. Not, why didn’t you tell me? But, why didn’t you feel like you could tell me?
You see him clearly for the first time since he walked in, your younger brother. Your younger brother who has done nothing but support you your entire life. Your younger brother who looked at you for years like you hung the stars for him.
“Because it was new at first.” You finally say, staring at Mack, your hands still squeezing Sidney’s. “And I didn’t want the world to know, we didn’t want the world to know. With both of us in one form of the media we just wanted something that was… ours.” You explain. “Plus, he’s Sidney Crosby, and I have the Celebrini name.”
That fact causes your boyfriend to shift you more into his side, and your brother for the first time looks like he might understand why you kept it secret.
“I didn’t want people to assume stuff because of who we are.” You say, motioning towards you and Sid. “And, I didn’t care what they would say about me if they found out, I still don’t. I just care about him.” You say, and everyone stills.
“Y/N.” Sid whispers, his voice so soft.
“So you hid him because you love him?” Will asks, the joking smile replaced with a genuine one.
“Yes.” You say, and you feel the familiar press of a kiss to your head.
“I’m sorry this is how you found out.” Sidney says. “But I’m not sorry that you know. And I’m definitely not sorry for all the time I’ve gotten to have with her.”
“Oh my god.” Mack says, finally sitting down on the couch.
“So you’re like, in love in love.” He says, laughing for the first time today.
“Yeah Mackie.” You say with a laugh. “We’re in love in love.”
“Fuck.” Mack says, laughing loudly now. “Do I have to pretend I don’t know?” He asks suddenly.
“Just until dinner.” You say, hoping he’ll agree. It’s quiet for a second until Mack nods and agrees.
“So!” Will says, clapping and bringing all the attention to him. “I’m exhausted and I cannot keep the comedy up unless I’m fed.”
Sidney lets out a genuine laugh before he agrees.
“I’ll start something up.” He says, letting go of you but not without a soft kiss.
“Oh god. Right in front of me.” Mack complains, but you see his smile before he covers his face.
“I have more questions.” Mack says, as he follows Sid into the kitchen and rapid fire asks everything he can possibly think of.
How did you guys meet? Who made the first move? Do you live here? Do any other hockey players know? Do the Penguins know?
Sid meets them all with honesty and laughter, and his answers make Will fake a groan with how sweet they are.
“I love her, Mack.” He says finally once Macklin seemed to exhausted all his questions. “I have for a long time, even before we started dating. I know that probably sounds like a lot, and maybe it is.” He confesses, but he keeps talking. “I loved her before I had any right to. Before I knew if she’d ever look at me that way, before I knew if this could be anything more than me hoping she’d text me back, or finding reasons to ask about her day, or noticing every time she laughed at something I said and trying not to make it obvious that it melted every wall I’ve ever had.”
Your breath catches as you hear it, and Sid turns his attention to you for only a second before turning back to your brother.
“She loves you very much Macklin. I need you to know that this secret wasn’t because she didn’t trust you, and it wasn’t because she wanted to keep you out. But she wanted to protect it until she knew how to show it to the people she loves most, which is you. Both of you actually.” Sid says, pointing to Mack and then to Will.
Your heart clenches as Will sits down on the couch now too, smiling a bit as he hands you the coffee he and Macklin brought in.
“Can I ask something?” Macklin says to him, and Sid just nods, stirring batter in a bowl. “Are you guys worried about, I mean, I’m not trying to be weird, but are you guys-“
You cut him off before he could finish. “The age difference?” You ask, one eyebrow rising.
Macklin nods, looking a bit sheepish at that question, but you understand.
“No.” Sid says with warmth but also with confidence. “I mean we know people will talk, but people aren’t in this relationship.”
Your heart warms at that. That no matter what, no matter the age or the circumstances that fans can and will put you through, no matter any of it you know Sidney Crosby is yours and yours alone.
It doesn’t take long for the four of you to settle down, to laugh, eat, and the boys to all chirp each other.
You’re standing in the kitchen, watching the three of them talk, and for the first time in a very long time, you let yourself breathe.
Because Macklin Celebrini, your little brother who used to cry at the thought of you growing up and moving out of your parent’s house, is sitting with the man you love more than life itself.
Sidney catches your gaze from across the space, and he gives you a wink before chirping your brother and his best friend back.
you're currently in pittsburgh with your dad. since it's the playoffs, you've gotten a few days off school that are conditional for how far into the playoffs the penguins make it. hopefully the whole way.
your boyfriend, on the other hand, is not currently participating in the stanley cup playoffs.
which means he's available to do whatever he wants.
currently, he's in boston with will. he went back to spend some time away from everything, just be with his best friend and his best friend's family, and not have to face the music for a few weeks. you've been trying to tell him that the fact the sharks aren't going for the cup this year isn't entirely his fault, the guilt shouldn't rest entirely on his shoulders, but he's hard on himself and hard to convince.
he'd mentioned that he was going to a party, and even though you didn't exactly love the idea of him drowning his sorrows in alcohol, you also understand, and didn't say anything about it.
your phone rings right as warm ups start.
usually, the two of you schedule your calls in advance. you're both just such busy people that it's easier to ask when the other is available, instead of spontaneous calls like this.
you know that he's drunk. a part of you wants to ignore the call, but you also miss your boyfriend.
so you answer.
"hiiiiiiiiii!" you let out a giggle at the sound of his voice, addled with alcohol. "ohh my gawsh, baby. i'm so glad you answered,"
"yeah?" you smile, finding a random seat to sit down in. "how's it going macky?"
he lets out a long, blissful sigh on the other end of the phone. "can i tell you something? i LOVE IT when you call me macky. it's like, my favorite thing ever. but everyone makes fun of me for it so i pretend like it's annoying. but don't ever believe me, because it's awesome,"
mack's words are slurred, and you can hear lots of voices and sounds near him, as well. he's panting, and seems to be stumbling, so you deduce he's walking somewhere.
"where are you?" you ask, feeling concern suddenly swell in your chest. "are you with someone?"
he lets out another sigh, this one sounding reverent and love-filled. "you're my favorite person. in the whole entire world. i love you so much. i don't know what i would do without you,"
"that's so sweet, my love," you respond. "but seriously, are you being safe?"
"yes," he responds, indignant. he almost sounds offended, which makes you smile a little. "i would never put myself in danger, because if anything happened to me, you would be sad. and if i made you sad i would be mad at myself because i love you and i always want to be making you happy,"
there's no condescension in his voice, no meanness or making fun of you. he's simply explaining it to you, which is so sweet you nearly swoon.
music starts playing throughout the arena all of a sudden as the pens start skating around on the ice for warm ups. you catch sight of your dad and wave quickly, pointing at your phone in explanation.
"well i'm glad you're safe, but are you having fun?" this was truly the question of the hour. he talked a lot about wnating you happy, but you're the one who's really worried about happiness. his. not making the playoffs was tough, especially for mack, who has the weight of the world on his shoulders at all times.
mack is quiet for a few seconds, and if it weren't for the loud voices shouting around him, you would wonder if he'd hung up. but then you hear a sad little sniffle, and he says, "yeah, i guess. but i miss you a lot. and i wish i were with you,"
you place a hand over your heart. your sweet, sweet boy.
"aww, macky," you smile as he lets out a whine on the other side. "i know. i miss you, too. but it's okay, because we're going to see each other soon, right? and i'll hug you, and kiss you, and it'll be awesome,"
"that sounds so awesome!" he whines out, and you worry he might actually be crying in the middle of whatever party he's at.
"honey, take a deep breath and calm down," you say, voice as soft and gentle as you can get it in the loud arena. "listen, warm ups just started, so i'm gonna hang up, okay? but you can text me all you want, and send me videos on snap if you want. i'm here for you, but go have fun, okay? don't sit around being sad you're not with me,"
you can practically hear the pout on your boyfriend's face. "but i'm always sad when i'm not with you,"
a soft smile comes on your face, every beat of your heart perfectly aligning with mack's, even from so many miles away. "i know, i'm sad when i'm not with you. but we spend so much time apart that we're pretty good at it, right? we just have to be apart for a few more days, right?"
"...right,"
"okay. so go have fun!" you insist. "i'll be right here. i love you,"
"i love you more," mack says, then gasps and amends it by saying: "no, i love you the mostest!"
you laugh. "yeah, you love me the mostest. but i love you pretty hard, so it evens out," the two of you are quiet for a few seconds, soaking up each other's presence as much as you can through a phone call. finally, you sigh and say, "alright baby, i'm gonna hang up. go have fun, and have a drink for me, okay?"
"okay!" he agrees. "i love you, i love you, i love you! go pens!"
"yeah, go pens," you smile. a second passes, and it sounds like mack has put his phone in his pocket and started talking to other people, so you hang up, and go back to watching warm ups.
no, you don't love it that your boyfriend is distracting himself with alcohol, but he's having fun, and really, that's all you care about.
in a few days, he's going to meet you in philly so that the two of you can watch the pens vs. flyers game together, and you'll be able to hold him and comfort him in person. you can't wait for that, but right now, mack is having the fun college experience he never had before.
so you're happy for him. you trust him not to make any bad decisions, and not to take anything too far, so as long as he's smiling, you're happy, too.
plus, this was the first ever drunk call you've gotten from your boyfriend, and it was really cute. so you're definitely not complaining.
a/n: wrote this in the span of about half an hour so it might be actual dogshit, but i saw all those videos of mack partying and doing the really bad keg stand, and this idea popped into my head. disclaimer: this is NOT a part of the things i put on my to-do list a few days ago, i just got inspired and wanted to write this really quick, so here we are! hope everyone is having so much fun w playoffs already (:
requested by barcelonaaababe: Sidney Crosby x younger!reader where you fake an orgasm and he finds out and is like I’ll show you.
I’ll show you
pairing: Sidney Crosby x younger!reader
TW: MDNI, smut, light dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, established relationship.
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The rhythmic slap of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by Sidney's harsh grunts and your own breathy moans. He's driving into you with that focused intensity he brings to everything, his powerful body moving over yours. You can feel the tension coiling in him, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breath catching in his throat.
"Fuck, I'm coming," he groans, his face burying in your neck as he stills, a deep shudder running through his entire frame as he spills inside you.
You let out a high-pitched cry, arching your back dramatically. "Oh god, Sid, I'm coming!" you gasp, your voice tight and strained in a way you hope sounds like ecstasy. You clench your inner walls around his length, a poor imitation of the spasms of a real orgasm and let out a few more theatrical moans for good measure before going limp beneath him.
He collapses against you, heavy and sated, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. He presses a soft, contented kiss to your shoulder. "You okay?" he murmurs, his voice thick with post-orgasm bliss.
"Perfect," you whisper, hoping the darkness hides the way your eyes are wide open, staring at the ceiling. You'd faked it. Not because he was bad, he never was, but because your mind had been somewhere else tonight, distracted by a stressful day at work. You feel a twinge of guilt, but you push it down, snuggling back against him.
Sidney is quiet for a long moment, the hand on your stomach still. Then, he speaks, his voice no longer sleepy, but clear and low. "Look at me."
Your heart hammers against your ribs. Slowly, you turn your head to face him. The moonlight filtering through the window catches his eyes and they're not soft and sated anymore. They're sharp, questioning.
He knows.
"Sid, I..."
"No," he cuts you off gently, his thumb stroking your side. "Don't. Just… be honest with me." His gaze is intense, searching yours. "Was it real?"
You can't lie to him, not when he's looking at you like that. You shake your head, a fresh wave of heat washing over your face as shame burns in your chest. "I'm sorry," you mumble. "I was just… tired. My head wasn't in it."
He doesn't look angry, which is somehow worse. He looks… disappointed. And then his expression shifts into something else, something determined and a little dangerous. A slow smile spreads across his face.
"Oh, I see," he says, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "You thought you could get away with that." He rolls, suddenly caging you beneath him, his forearms bracketing your head. "You thought I wouldn't know the difference."
"Babe, what..."
"Shh," he murmurs, leaning down to brush his lips against yours, a feather-light touch that makes you shiver. "I'm not mad. But I'm not going to let you get away with it, either." His eyes lock onto yours, dark and possessive. "I'm going to show you what a real one feels like. I'm going to make you come so hard you forget your own name and you're not going to be able to fake a single goddamn thing."
A jolt of pure arousal shoots through you, erasing the guilt and replacing it with anticipation. He doesn't waste another moment. He shifts down the bed, his broad shoulders forcing your thighs wide, spreading you open for him. The cool air hits your heated flesh and you shiver.
"Look at me," he commands, his gaze holding yours as he lowers his head. "Don't look away."
Then his mouth is on you. The first touch of his tongue is electric, a slow, deliberate swipe that has your hips lifting off the bed. He's not gentle. He's devouring you, his tongue flat and firm against your clit before he sucks it into his mouth, a sharp, wet suction that makes you gasp. Your hands fly to his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands as your body arches instinctively.
He groans against you, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. He slides two fingers inside you, his long digits curling instantly to find that sensitive spot on your front wall. The dual stimulation is overwhelming. He works you relentlessly, his mouth and fingers moving in a perfect, punishing rhythm designed to unravel you completely.
The pleasure builds, fast and overwhelming, a tight coil of heat low in your belly. It's nothing like the half-hearted performance you'd given earlier. This is real, this is raw and it's happening to you. Your breath hitches, your thighs trembling as they press against the sides of his head, trying to hold him exactly where you need him.
"Sid," you gasp, your voice breaking. "I'm… I'm gonna…"
"Then come," he growls against you, his words a vibration that pushes you over the edge. "Let me feel it. Let go for me."
His command is your undoing. Your orgasm crashes through you, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure. You cry out his name, your back arching off the bed as your fingers tighten painfully in his hair, holding him to you as waves of ecstasy wash over you. It's intense, it's real and it's utterly undeniable. Sidney doesn't stop, his tongue flicking mercilessly against your oversensitive clit as his fingers continue to pump into you, drawing out your pleasure until you're a whimpering, oversensitive mess, completely at his mercy.
Only then does he lift his head, his face glistening with your arousal. He crawls back up your body, his eyes dark with primal satisfaction. He captures your lips in a deep, possessive kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"Next time," he murmurs against your mouth, his voice a low, possessive growl, "you won't have to fake a thing."
disclaimer: my personal headcanons for how sid would act in the bedroom (what i'm thinking about when writing my fics...this is freaky)
cw: mdni 18+, smut of all kinds
wc: 1,712
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
he wants you to feel safe whether it be in his arms, your head on his chest or drawing circles on your back with his fingers.
if you don't fall asleep after (you usually do), then he makes sure you're as comfortable as possible. curling a blanket around you, whispering you praises and grabbing you anything you want afterwards. he watches your chest rise and fall just happy to be laying with you.
B = Body part (your favorite body part of his and his favorite of yours)
he loves your thighs; instinctively grabbing them during sex, lazily drawing his fingers up + down them and using them as pillows after a long practice. they're so plush, so comforting, they make his cheeks go red with warmth anytime he gets his hands or face on them.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…I’m a disgusting person)
his favorite is cumming inside you. he loves the way you pull him closer when he's on the edge, always pushing him over into you.
he always wants to make sure you orgasm first, no matter how worked up he is. he loves it so much how you squeeze around him, drawing him impossibly deeper into you. or even when he eats you out after he's had a long day, all he wants is to feel you cum on his tongue and fingers.
D = Dominant? (Pretty self-explanatory, how dominant is he)
sid is very dominant but you prefer it that way. he makes sure you know he's in control but always assures you that he's got you. dominant but protective, possessive but loving.
he can maneuver you with the smallest effort in whatever way he wants you. but you do enjoy testing him sometimes, being slightly bratty just so he can put you in your place with a smirk on his face.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
he has had his fair share of experience, but doesn't flaunt or hold that over you. it shows through his actions. his fluid movement, the way he can make you scream, the way he's so gentle with you before watching you fall apart. wherever and whatever kind of sex you are having is added as another unforgettable memory, etched into your brain. constantly remembering how good he makes you feel.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
sid loves missionary, preferably with your thighs hooked above his hips. your heels position you to be able to press on his back, drawing him towards you. making him push deeper into you. he loves watching your tits bounce gently, leaning forward to cover your neck in open-mouth kisses and (most of all) watching you fall apart under his touch.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
he keeps it relatively serious in the moment, but can't help letting a shallow halfhearted laugh out whenever you beg for him. a satisfied laugh to match his smirk.
he may tease you slightly when you start to squirm from too much pleasure but he makes sure to keep it light, he likes to keep the goofiness contained to short exhales and soft smiles.
H = Hair(Hair pulling?)
he loves when you grab his hair during missionary. like your using him as an anchor, pulling him flush to your body.
he'll respond by gently running his fingers through your hair, tugging every so often to move your head where he wants you.
he instinctively fists your hair whenever you're giving him head, like an instinct he can't hold back. after he finishes he releases your hair, smoothing it over a complete contrast to how he treated it a few seconds prior.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
he needs sex with you to be as intimate as possible. he always makes it feel like you two are the only two in the whole world. taking moments to ensure that you know how much he adores you, "you're so good to me baby", while running his hands up your body cupping your face. rubbing his thumb along your temple giving you passionate kisses.
another way he shows intimacy is taking you out to fancy dinners. telling you to wear your best heels and dress, leading you with his hand on the small of your back. little touches throughout the night in an intimate display, getting you eager for what you know is coming later.
J = Jealous? (Is he the jealous type? Are you? )
he is naturally jealous. some of that energy is bound to transfer into the bedroom. it could all start from when you went to one of his home games, you were alone in the crowd eyes only for him. but he saw the way others looked at you, admired you even and since he was on the ice he could't do anything about it. it drove him crazy, rushing you out of the stadium taking you right in his car in the lot. reminding you in between kisses how none of those guys mattered he was better than them, but he needs you to tell him that. (ok so that was all of the top of my head and actually was so hot so i will be writing a fic abt this)
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
he loves praising you. even the smallest things he'll be whispering you sweet praises, your reaction to them is what makes him go crazy. he loves seeing you melt under his words.
one of his kinks he won't outright say but definitely has is he loves to overstimulate you. he loves seeing you squirm with pleasure, he even likes it when he happens to him (on occasion).
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
your apartment bed
his car after a hard practice
his lake house in Canada
the couch, covered with blankets
he loves to lift you onto the kitchen counter and take you right there
M = Motivation (What turns them on, what turns you on)
every little thing you do turns him on. but mostly when you let him lead you in crowded places, handing over your trust into his hands makes him lose it. when you let him melt into you, finding his head in your lap. when you trace his bicep with your fingers, the soft touch makes him so riled up. the list could go on forever.
you get turned on by how much he wants to take care of you. make sure you're always safe.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he would NEVER do anything to belittle or hurt you. he even draws the line at "too serious" teasing. he can't do it. he would never do any of that to you.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he loves giving you head. loves seeing how many times he can make you finish. loves making you feel everything. he loves making you feel good and have you only able to focus on how much pleasure you feel. he loves watching your body react to his praises, his speed, his fingers joining his tongue. all of it.
he likes receiving head from you but he prefers to have sex with you. he feels like you giving him head exclusively isn't fair to you, which you always try to debate him on but he always replies with a quiet smile and the conversation ends at that.
P = Pace(Are they fast and rough or they slow and sensual?)
he prefers being slow, having you feel every inch of him. he loves feeling you stretch around him. he wants to admire you in a way he can't do if he was being too fast. he wants to make the feeling last as long as possible, relishing in the moment, in between deep slow thrusts.
Q = Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
he isn't a big fan, he would rather you both tease each other getting all riled up until he can properly fuck you.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
you are more than willing to experiment if he were to ask you, sid on the other hand knows what he likes and is very secure in that. every once in awhile you two will be spontanious and risky (like sex in the arena car park) but it's scattered which makes it even more exciting when it does happen.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
he is very vocal, not loud, but making sure you know how good you feel. he brings his mouth to your lips to moan into it.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
one time, when you wanted to tease him extra, you walked into the living room when you were only wearing one of his jerseys and nothing else. strategically walking by him, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary, you looked back. his eyes were filled with desire. let's just say the couch was used for more than watching tv after he grabbed your hand prompting you towards him. with clear excitement growing under his shorts.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
it's big. like big enough where no matter how much you have sex you'll never not be amazed by the stretch and fullness it gives you.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
he has a big sex drive when it comes to you. but he only let's it show when appropriate. if you were to ask he would be willing to fuck you literally any time, as many rounds as you want, but he picks when to showcase that. which makes you feel even more adored by him.
Z = ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he waits to fall asleep until you drift off. he wants to make sure you're completely taken care of, then after he watches over you for awhile he can drift off underneath you. only when he can feel you at all times.
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Warning: Age gap, Sidney being romantic, couple being opposite, fuzzy handcuffs, reader is inspired by Sabrina, lightly proofread, spelling and grammar mistakes
A/N: I don't know why, but I always need to give a lot of backstory. I hope this is okay. I didn't have a plan for this, so please go with this.
It all started on your tour for your second album, where you were performing at PPG Paints Arena. You were on stage performing the outro for your song Nonesense.
I can’t help it that I’m kinky
I’ve heard men are better at it when they are near the age of forty
So, Sidney Crosby, can you call me
That clip, of course, made its way to the Penguins' social media team, and they just knew that Sidney had to react to it. Which made him blush, and he was so infatuated with you that he began to stalk your social media. He thought you were so unique, stunning, and had a great sense of humor…it made him wonder why you were single.
You were the complete opposite of Sidney’s hermit life, which he’s accustomed to. Your Instagram was what made him a bit hesitant; you were always out. One of his younger teammates revealed how friendly you are with your fans as if you’ve known them your whole life. You were also 11 years younger than him, which he was fully aware was stereotypical about what players his age do, but he couldn’t help it; he was spellbound.
You’ve never dated an NHL player, so you couldn’t really describe the distaste for them until watching Jeremiah from The Summer I Turned Pretty. You just thought of putting Sidney into your outro would be funny, but something about Sid’s letter stood out. Yes, you read it right, he wrote you a letter and somehow called your manager to see if she would be able to give you his letter. Which made you give him a chance, and now, four years later, you both are madly in love.
At first, you’ve been secret about it for Sid, which of course you felt bad about because you hated keeping secrets from your fans, you loved them so much, and you wouldn’t be where you are without them. Sidney noticed this and told you that if you want to show a picture or something, then he would be okay with it. Which you did, and the fans were happy for you.
You’re on tour for your fourth album, and Sidney would join you on tour since the season was over. Which your fans loved! Videos of him helping you down the stairs from the stage to the ground floor at the end of the tour, Sid had his hand on your back, guiding you through a walkway, but still allowing you to say goodbye to your fans and helping you carry some gifts your fans gave you. Your fans think he’s better than your actual security team.
“Wait, girls, hold on.” You spoke into your mic, and your girl dancers raced to the center stage of PPG Paints Arena to meet you. “I think someone’s getting arrested.” You hid a smirk behind the mic, and red and blue lights appeared on your stage. You walked toward a person in the audience. “What’s your name, handsome?” You wondered, twirling your hair. The man said his name, “What?” you screeched, not hearing him. The man said it again, and the crowd screamed, “Sidney heeeey.” You giggled, fixing your hair. Sidney laughed, “So what do you do for work?” You wondered, sending him fuck me eyes, Sidney was dying laughing, “Sir, I don-don’t know what’s so funny?” You stuttered, trying not to laugh. Then he answered, “Hockey.” You smiled, looking at the audience, “Sorry, I don’t like hockey.” You mumbled, turning around, shoving off your bedazzled Pittsburgh Penguin with Sid's name and number on the back.
You ran to the back, where one of your male dancers handed you a pair of yellow and black fuzzy handcuffs. “Sidney, I’m sorry to say this, but you're arrested for being too hot,” You told walking back to him. When you handed your boyfriend the handcuffs, he took your hand and pressed a loving kiss to your knuckles. You tried to hide your blushing face from everyone.
“You know, guys.” You smiled, walking back to the steps of your NYC-inspired apartment, saying, “Seeing a responsible guy.” You heard the fans screaming, “Really brings me to tears.” You explained, fanning away your fake tears.
At the end of every verse, you kept looking over at Sidney with a love-sick grin on your face. You teased him by lifting your jersey to reveal a lipstick mark on your inner thigh, which was Sid’s third favorite place to kiss; you just hope his boner will be okay in his slacks.
“Come on, everybody!” You cheered, running down the runway. “I get wet at the thought of you. Being a responsible guy,” You sang, pointing at your boyfriend. You walked to the other side of the stage, “Treating me like you're supposed to do,” You sang, tucking your hair in a flirty tone. You stood in the center of the heart part of the stage, “Tears run down my thiiiiighs,” You sang, turning your back to the audience but looking at them when the last beat hit. Then the lights go off.
When the lights turned back on, the audience was screaming at a volume that dogs from Australia could hear. You knit your eyebrows, wondering what was going on, and you noticed when you turned around. Sidney was in front of you, kneeling, holding a fuzzy black box with a diamond ring inside. You placed your hand over your mouth. Sidney didn’t say anything, and he didn’t have to. “Yes!” You sobbed. Sid grabbed your hand and slid on your ring. Sid stood up, placed one hand on your hip while his other fingers threaded your hair, and he pulled you into a passionate, loving kiss.
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. But 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.
