Could you maybe write some nsfw for Fraser. There isn’t that much for him ☺️
Baby Daddy - Pt 1
Fraser Minten x Reader
Warning: p in v, unprotected sex, female reader, slightly ooc (they have a dog)
Pt 2
It’s late, an hour and a half past when the game was supposed to end. But double OT and a pile up right outside the garden delayed Fraser’s return home by quite a bit.
By the time he shuffles through the door, you’ve already been asleep for a while. He sets down his bag on the stool in the foyer. Fraser sighs and bends his back, the soft pops alerting the dog.
“Hi Zayna” He grins and pets the dog as she walks up, “Did you put mama to bed? Yeah?” He kicks off shoes and shuffles to the bedroom door. It’s open and he can see you under the covers.
Fraser trails the outline of your body, every curve and dip is a memory of how much he’s loved you. He watches you like that for a few minutes. His sweatpants grow tighter and his hand snakes over to palm himself.
Zayna huffs and attempts to push past him. Fraser gently pushes her back by the snout, stepping into the bedroom and closing the door until there’s just a crack of it open.
“Sorry ZeeZee…” His voice is barely above a whisper, “Go lay down.” His command is met with another huff as she tromps over to the couch.
He closes the door and strips off his shirt before crawling into bed. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to his body and waking you up.
“Fray?” Your voice is husky with sleep. You blink a few times, trying to wake up fully. The room is dim, and for a second you’re not sure if it’s really him or just a dream.
“I’m here,” His hand gently runs over your stomach, fingers dipping under your t-shirt and into your panties. Without warning, his middle finger lands on your clit and starts to massage circles on it.
You can’t help but let out a little sigh, “Oh, fray…” You’ve missed him, and watching him play on the TV got you more riled up than you’d like to admit.
“God, you’re so wet already…” Fraser’s voice turns your insides into honey. The moment you hear that desperate lilt in his tone, memories of every single time you’ve been under him come rushing back.
He slips his hand out and hooks his fingers in the edge of your panties, tugging them down to around your knees. He pulls his cock out of his sweatpants with one hand and uses the other to grab your thigh, hiking your leg back over his hip.
You let Fraser mold your body to his. You can feel the stretch in your groin but don’t mind. You’d happily be sore in the morning if it meant having Fraser half asleep and inside of you.
The hand holding his cock gently pumps before lining up with your slick cunt. Fraser rubs the tip against your clit gently, giving you the tiniest bit of stimulation before he sinks in slowly. You let out a groan as you feel the familiar stretch.
“Ah, fuck” Fraser groans, “Goddamn it, love…” He slowly rolls his hips, cock sliding in and out of you, hitting every spot of pleasure. It causes you to moan out, back arching sleepily.
The both of you sink into the feeling, losing yourself in the ecstasy and the feeling of your body on his. Your cunt flutters, causing more moans from Fraser and for him to thrust faster.
His hand reaches around to start rubbing your clit again, gathering slick from where the both of you are connected, causing you to moan even louder. His hips speed up, the bed creaks audible over the both of your voices.
The coil in your stomach turns as hot as fire. Whispered ‘I love you’s flow out of your mouth as your hips grind back into Fraser. The heat stretches down your thighs, up your chest, filling your body with electricity.
He’s already close to cumming, the exhaustion from the game making it too much to drag this out. You are too; you’ve been practically trained on his cock since the moment he entered you for the first time.
“Oh god oh god oh god” Fraser’s voice melts into a whimper as his hips press up. His cock twitches once, twice, thrice as his semen pumps into you.
His orgasm triggers yours. The coil in your stomach bursts, the electricity sparking into fire as your cunt twitches and flutters. You keep grinding back against him, moans slipping out alongside his.
Eventually they both taper off. His gasps for air softening to heavy breaths, Your grinding slows to a stop. He presses kisses into your shoulder, nuzzling against you and hugging you closer as sleep once again starts to drag you both under.
“G’night baby” Fraser whispers against your neck, “love you…”
You whisper back to him, “Love you too…gonna pull out?” You wiggle your hips.
all i really wanted from my first stanley cup final was carter hart humiliated.
objectively, statistically, the worst goalie in finals history and crying on the ice after losing in a shutout on home ice is above and beyond, really.
congrats canes, continue to eat shit and die vegas ✌️
