You knew it was petty, you knew it was wrong but Macklin had pissed you off for the last time. You and Mack had a huge argument two hours before he left for his game about the lack of time you spent together.
Most of his time was spent with Will and it was really starting to frustrate you. When you bought it up to him he couldn't understand, shouting about how if anything you spent too much time together. Just as he was about to leave for the arena, Mack's anger took over as he shouted, "Maybe you shouldn't come tonight, might be too hard to see me with Will. Pathetic."
The plosive word rang in your ears as you got ready, pulling the jersey over your head. The bold words in red across your back read: Bedard. The one person Mack was always compared to, the one player he was secretly jealous of, the one player he knew you used to have a thing for. It was mean but so was Mack and if he wanted pathetic, who were you to deprive him?
The SAP Centre was loud as the players took their positions on the ice, Mack's eyes darting around the crowd for you. He was still angry about earlier but guilt was eating him alive and he needed to know you were there, that he hadn't completely ruined it. As he saw you he couldn't help the grin that made his way onto his lips but as the lights shone on you he noticed the black and red jersey. The same jersey, as the man stood on the other side of the centre circle was wearing.
The word Bedard glistened on your back as you turned around, and it instilled a new anger in Mack. A state of pure rage he hadn't met before. Mack knew that you and Connor had had a brief fling two summers ago and the thought of you supporting him when you should be here for Mack, was maddening.
Sharks won the game with a three goal lead, Mack scoring a hat trick and assisting each goal. He had never played so well but he had also never spent so much time in the penalty box. You left the stadium early, waiting for him at home, no longer wearing the jersey.
You heard the door slam from the bedroom and Mack was soon standing in the doorway, his hair wet from his post game shower. "Are you joking?" He gruffed.
"I don't know what you're talking about?" You sighed, closing your book and sitting up slightly.
"Don't." He growled, taking in the sight of you in your red underwear. The night was hot, too hot to wear pyjamas, plus you knew what state Mack would be in. "Want me to show you who you belong to?" He stalked closer.
"Mack-"
He dropped onto his knees in front of you, his thick hands pulling your knees apart before pulling at the waist band of your underwear, pulling them down. His head immediately sat in-between your thighs, his lips plush with need. "I'm going to make you come until all you can say is my name." His tongue darted to your centre, taking in all of you before his thumb began rubbing circles around your clit.
Your head rolled back in pleasure as he began sucking on your clit, groaning against you. Your hands pulled at his hair as he gripped your thighs leaving crescent moons on them. A soft moan escaped your lips, encouraging him as he continued his relentless pace. The orgasm crashed through you as you came on his tongue.
You watched eagerly as he licked his lips, and slowly undressed before you. He sunk down to hover above you, his arms either side of your head, supporting him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his tip began to stroke your folds slowly, drowning in your wetness. "Good girl." He grinned, before pushing into you in one quick motion.
You gasped loudly at the feeling of him filling you, he hoisted your legs higher forcing you to take to him deeper. He groaned as he moved faster, ploughing into you with desperation. Just as you reached the edge for a second time he pulled out quickly, "Would he fuck you like this?" He gruffed, his chest heaving, "Like he owns you?"
You shook your head frantically, "No." You whined, desperate to feel him inside you again. "Who owns you?" He asked, as he slowly pushed back into you. "Mack!" You moaned loudly at the familiar full feeling.
"Good girl." He resumed his pace, pushing you to the edge again, as he filled you. The warm liquid spilled out of you as he pushed you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up to his.
"Gonna fill you up." He panted, pushing into you again. Your mouth parted as your head fell to the sheets in pleasure. The feeling was both overstimulating and amazing as he forced you to take him as deep as you could. His hand reached down for your stomach, pushing down to overstimulate you as much as he could. "Feel that?" He pushed deeper, "Taking me so good baby." He huffed, his hands slamming your hips back into him.
The third orgasm crashed through you as you fell into the pillows, in a sweaty mess. As you finally caught your breath, Mack pulled your knees up parting them slowly to admire the mess he had made.
His cum was spilling out of you, dripping down your thighs, glistening in the light.
The sight of His cum was spilling out of you, dripping down your thighs, glistening in the light. The sight was incredible, he grinned as he watched it sit, slick on your folds. "So beautiful." He planted a soft kiss to your inner thigh. One of his thick fingers slid along your centre, picking up some of his cum along with it. He pulled the finger up to your mouth, "Open." He demanded.
You eagerly obliged, sucking gently on his fingers, tasting the two of you. His eyes widened as he watched you, "Such a good fucking girl baby." He grinned.
Once again he looked down at his come still spilling out of you,"Mack." You whimpered as he pushed it back into you with his thick hand.
"Keep it baby." He grinned, "Keep me inside you." He took what was left from around your thighs and brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean. "Mmm." He groaned, laying next to you, pulling your head into his chest.
"I'm sorry, I was dick." He stroked your cheek delicately. "I want to spend more time with you and I love that you want to. I love you." He sighed, pulling you impossibly closer.
"I love you too Mack." You grinned, tracing lazy circles on his chest. The argument had been a big one but you would do it all over again for that kind of make up.
Heat rose in my chest as I watched him grip the hockey stick furiously, his knuckles were white against the black tape lining his tape. The Vancouver sun was hot against my skin as I lay facing the garden, watching as Macklin and my brother taunted each other trying to decide which of them was better at hockey.
Apparently I wasn't the only was who facing the wrath of the heat as Mack's top was crumpled across the lawn, his toned abs glistening with little beads of sweat as he shot the puck into the back of the small net and Fraser was meant to be defending. I watched them laugh and joke with each other the same way I had every summer since I was fourteen years old and Mack and Fraser had began training together with Canada. The only difference this summer was that Mack and I were desperately trying to not reveal our secret to my brother.
At the start of the year, I had taken an internship at San Jose and had been working as physio for the men’s team since October. Mack had been coming to me with a recurring hamstring injury for a few months and the close proximity had almost killed me. Six weeks after our first session Mack had been returning more than he needed to but it was never for physio.
Our relationship spiralled over the last nine months, I spent majority of time over at his place or hanging out with him and Will. Before we came back to Canada for the summer we decided to keep this, us, a secret from Fraser. Not because we were embarrassed but because Fraser cannot keep a secret for shit and we knew that once he found out so would everyone else and the rest of the NHL.
An hour later Fraser had ran out to the store to grab some food for us, and Mack and I were left alone in the garden. As soon as he heard Fraser’s car leave the driveway his hands were snaked around my waist pulling me closer, his neck crammed into the crevice of my neck. ‘Its been so hard not to stare at you in this.’ He whined, his eyes taking in the sight of my navy bikini. I laughed softly as I planted a kiss to his cheek, ‘I know baby, I felt my chest burn when you took your shirt off.’ I grinned as I raked my hand along his sweaty chest.
His smirk widened as he took in my words, ‘God I missed this.’ His mouth clung to mine in a desperate, messy kiss, his tongue meeting mine and claiming my mouth. He bit gently at my bottom lip, his left hand sneaking up to palm my boob as I tilted my head back desperate to give him better access. He bit down gently on my neck, his hands still maintaining their grasp on my boobs, a soft moan escaped my lips. ‘Come on.’ He grinned, pulling me up and dragging me inside.
Once we got to his room his fingers hooked around the waistband of my bikinis and he pulled them down frantically, two fingers immediately found my clit, tracing gentle circles. ‘Mack!’ My head rolled back as a loud moan parted my swollen lips. His other hand cupped my mouth, ‘Shush baby, your brother could come home any second.’ I nodded eagerly, desperate to please him.
He pulled me down onto the bed with him, my hips sat neatly on his as he pulled down his shorts, meeting me. He pushed me down onto him, his hips guiding my movement, lifting up his hips to meet me. ‘Fuck.’ I whimpered, grinding down onto him in a frantic movements. ‘You’re doing so good baby.’ He groaned as I pushed down further onto him, trying desperately to take him deeper.
He gasped as I moved quicker, chasing my release. The pleasure was too much, my legs were shaking beneath me as my head rolled back. ‘Mack I can’t…’ I whimpered. One of his big hands came up to wipe a tear from my cheek as my movements became sloppy against him. ‘You’re taking me so well baby.’ He groaned, his hands taking control, guiding my movements as my walls tightened around him.
‘Come for me.’ He growled. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as I came around him, moaning his name, he finished just after me. His hot cum was soothing as it filled me, he pulled out quickly stroking himself to chase the rest of his release. I gasped as I watched him, missing the familiar feeling of him inside of me. ‘You’re amazing baby.’ He grinned pulling me onto his chest as he stroked my hair carefully.
I grinned up at him finally having caught my breath, ‘We need to clean up before Fraser comes home.’ I sighed reluctantly pushing myself off his chest. As I stood I looked down at him, his messy fringe stuck to his face with sweat as he panted, his chest heaving up and down. Why does he have to be so hot?
You were cooking dinner whilst waiting for fiance Mitch to come home. It was his first game back since he proposed. The Leafs had a home game today that you couldn’t go because some things came up. You were pretty annoyed about it since you wanted to be there to cheer him on, and the announce worsened when the Leafs won the game and Mitch got a hat trick and you would’ve given anything to be there to congratulate him in the locker room. Instead, you had to settle for watching the game on the tv of your shared apartment.
After the game finished, you know it was gonna be a while before Mitch finally walked through the door, you tried to wait it out but eventually got bored. So you took out the pizza dough you had resting for a few hours and began to kneed it out. You two originally agreed to have leftovers from last night for dinner, but you though you’d make something else for the two of you. You knew how much he liked homemade pizza, especially one after a game, he felt like it was his reward for playing well.
Rolling the dough out into a circle, you walk over to the fridge you get out some toppings for the pizza. Scanning the contents of the fridge, you hear the door lock clicking. You spin around to see your fiancée stood on the doorway, leaning against the frame with the biggest smirk of his face, his hair still wet from his shower at the rink. His eyes look over at the counter top, seeing the half formed pizza, then over at you, to see you wearing pyjama shorts and a tank top.
Throwing his bag down and kicking off his shoes, he walks into the kitchen and comes over to you with a wide grin. He grabs your face, pulling you into a kiss and your arms wrap around his neck as his arms find your waist. You stay like that for a while before you pull away smiling, “congratulations on the win,” you say, “ and for your hat-trick.”, he places a kiss on your forehead, “thank you” he says through his smile. “Sorry I couldn’t make it”. He look into your eyes as he grabs your face once again “you don’t need to apologise, its okay, I don’t mind, especially if I means I get to come home to this” he grins as he gestured towards the half made pizza.
Pulling away, he walks into your bedroom and taking off his top at the same time to get changed into some comfy clothes, you couldn’t help but stare though the open doorway at his toned back as he reached for a hoodie, his biceps flexing as he lifts up his arms to pull the hoodie over his head and you swear you can feel your mouth watering and your pupils dilating. He goes to pull down his pants and then when you force yourself to look away, you know if you carried on watching him that the pizza will not get finished and the only thing that you two would be eating tonight is each other.
You make your way back to the fridge to get the toppings out, seeing as you got distracted the first time, except now all you can think about is his muscular back and and how good it would look onto of you.
You let out a chocked gasp as he grabs your waist to walk past you, his hands lingering a bit longer then normal and it sends shivers down your spine. He walks over to the fruit bowl and grabs an orange as he leans against the countertop watching you take out the ingredients from the fridge. Cutting up all the vegetables, you can see him rolling up the sleeves of his jumper as he starts to peel the orange. You watch intensely as he rips it apart, the juice of it running down his fingers and down his forearms, and you sat to feel the heat pooling in your stomach.
You don’t realise but you had stopped cutting the vegetables, and was just watching him and his hands with your lips parted. He realised though, and he made sure to take his time with that orange, pulling apart each segment, not bothering to try to avoid the juice leaking everywhere, and letting out slight groans with each bite of the orange.
Once he finishes, he moves to the bin to throw away the peel of the orange, his hand light grazing your lower back as he walks past you. You let out a slight moan and try to play it off by grabbing one of the slices of pepper you had cut up and quickly shoving it into your mouth.
You grab the toppings and start quickly placing them on the pizza, eager to be done with this as the tension in the room was so thick you couldn’t think straight. Your back is turned away from him, he doesn’t speak nor do you hear any movement so you assume he’s left the kitchen.
You suddenly feel heat on your back, then his body presses against yours and your breath hitches. His arms wrap around your waist and you try your hardest to focus on the task in front of you. You continue to place the cheese of the pizza with shaky hands, until his lips find your neck and you stop, instinctively throwing your head back against his shoulder giving him better access. He grins against your neck and as a response, spinning you around, his lips crash against yours as he grabs your face, and your hands start tugging on his wet hair. He moves back down to your neck and starts kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin. You shamelessly let out moans that fill the room and he chuckles against your skin, leaving hickeys across your exposed neck and collarbone.
He picks you up, you wrap your legs around his waist and the two of you make out against the wall. Your hips instinctively rolling against his, back arching off the wall as he moves to such the skin below your ear.
You eventually loosen the hold your legs had on him and drop to the floor, you grab him by the shoulders, spin yourself around and push him against the wall. Frantically tugging at his hoodie, you scramble to take it off. He lets out a laugh at you failing to take it off, he grabs the hem of it with one arm and pulls it over his head with ease, his damp hair getting messed up as he looks at you with hungry eyes. You drop to your knees, undoing drawstring of his joggers and puling them down along with his underwear and he steps out of them and kicks them to the side. “All yours” he said, his voice thick with desire and need.
You reach out, wrapping your hands around him as you start to stroke him painfully slow. His hips thrust into your hand, eager for more. You let out a giggle, resting one hand against his thigh as you swirl your tongue around the tip. He throws his head back against the wall in response. “fuck that’s good” he whimpers, a low moans escaping his lips, “just like that” his hands find their way to your head, fingers tightening in your hair.
You move your head further, taking him into your mouth, inch by inch until he hits the back of your throat. His hips buck forward as you hollow your cheeks, making him curse under is breath, “fuck you’re doing so good baby”.
You move faster, taking him deeper, your hands working at what you can’t fit into your mouth. He thrusts into your mouth in rhythm as you start to gag at the size of him, “awh you poor baby, can you not take anymore?” He mocks. Desperately to prove him wrong, you take him even deeper, fighting back the tears pooling in your eyes. His eyes roll back, “good girl, your mouth feels so good”.
You look up at him through your lashes, you see his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open, his moans and heavy breathing filling the room.
“Fuck I’m close” he warns. You take him in deeper, closing your eyes and focusing on relaxing your throat to fit him in fully. His hands tighten in your hair almost painfully as he tries his hardest to hold you in place.
“Oh fuck” his words get cut short as he goes rigid and he releases into your mouth. You swallow everything he gives you, still continuing to work him as his thighs continue to shiver, helping him work through his orgasm.
When you finally pull back, you see him slumped against the walls, chest quickly rising and falling as he looks back down at you, a smile spreading across his face. You make your way back up to face him, licking the remains of his cum off your lips as he grabs the back of your head pulling you into a messy kiss once again, your tongues finding their way to each other as he walks you backwards into the kitchen island, lifting you by the hips and setting you down on the counter.
You wince at the feeling of the cold marble against your barley covered thighs. Mitch comes in between them, his hands snaking their way around your waist and up your back, pulling off your tank top as the throws it to the floor, leaving you only covered by a pair of baby pink pyjama shorts.
He then makes his way for the shirts next, puling them down slowly to prolong the moment. You eagerly kick them off not wanting to waste anymore time as they find them selves in the corner of the room, with your top.
He takes a step back and sends there for a bit, arms crossed, admiring you sat there for him, fully exposed and at his mercy. His tongue darts out his mouth and licks his bottom lip as a wide smirk spreads across his face.
He walks over to the freezer, looking around for something. He reaches and pulls something out but you can’t see what because of his large frame blocking your view. He returns to you with a glass of ice cubes. You look back up at his face, his eyes full of hunger and he leans over at you and whispers in your ear.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”. Your mouth suddenly starts to feel dry and you can get any words out, so you turn to frantically nodding your head as a response. “good”, he says, satisfied with your somewhat answer.
He reaches for an ice cube, brings it to your lips as he traces the soft skin of them with the ice. “Open” he demands, and you listen. Slowly opening your mouth as he inserts the cube into it. The coldness of it being the complete opposite of the heat that you feel all over your body. “Suck it” he says, so you do. You hollow out your cheeks, wrap your lips around the ice cube whilst looking up at him through your lashes.
He sticks his fingers in your mouth, grabbing the cube between his fingers and pulling it out and trailing it down your neck as his other hand gently pushes you flat against the stone.
The ice makes its way down to your chest and traces circles around your nipples. Your back arches off the counter and into the ice, seeking the intense feeling. The warmth of his mouth meets the cold skin where the ice has just been. His tongue licks at the raw area, his teeth playfully biting at the sensitive stiff peak, as his hand palms the other boob, gently squeezing and pinching the soft skin, your soft moans escaping your mouth.
He pulls back and grabs anther ice cube from the glass as the other one had melted. Slowly trailing it down your body, down the middle of your stomach, leaving a wet trail in its path. Mitch lets it sit there, on your stomach as his hands find their way to your thighs. He pulls them up and out so now your knees are up and spread.
With one hand still around your thigh, he takes the ice off your stomach and brings it to your centre, slowly pressing it into your clit. You let out a loud moan as your thighs immediately go to shut from the feeling but his grip on your thigh keeps you in place, “you’re so squirmy, hold still for me baby” he says, but that only makes you squirm more.
He slips the ice between your folds, you try to hold still like he asked, but you can’t and your back arches off the marble once again. He pulls away, “what did I say, hold still” he repeats himself. You nod in response.
He presses it once again to your clit, this time you fight your hardest to stay still, and you do. Satisfied, he pulls the ice cube away and replaces it with his tongue as the hand that was holding the ice is now wrapped around your other thigh.
His lips sucking at your centre, alternating with the tongue that swirled around it, his heavy arms holding you in place as your thighs trembled and his hums of approval against your clit were making the experience even better.
The coil in your stomach began to tighten, “don’t stop” you cry out, you feel the grin return to his mouth as he pulls away. “Noo come back” you whine out, and he does without thinking twice. He slowly licks his way up your thighs back to where the heat is pooling.
He continues to work at your clit, bringing you to the edge multiple times and then pulling away. “ please,” you begged “ I’ll do anything Mitch just please let me come”. His grip on your thighs tightens, “such a good girl, you look so good like this” he says in a low voice. He returns to you, licking and sucking at your centre.
When you finally reach the high you’ve been chasing and your thighs begin to tremble once gain, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he carries on working you until the orgasm slams into you and he continues to swirl his tongue around your clit, until your left panting.
He kisses his way up your stomach, leaving hickeys everywhere. His lips find yours once against and his hand presses against your back and he brings you back up so you’re sat upright face to face.
You throw your head back as he works at your neck, licking over the hickeys he created earlier, soothing them. He pulls back and admires what he’s done.
Proud of himself, he pick you back up and spins you around os now you’re bent over the island, facing the mess you’ve created just minutes ago. He pushes your hair to the side as he leaves kisses trailing down your back, “you’ve been such a good girl for me” he praises as he palms your ass. You hummed in repose to his words.
His tip hovering at my entrance, he rubbed his tip along my folds, “ god your dripping wet already baby” he says and he finally pushes into you with a groan and your eyes squeeze shut and a loud moan escape your lips.
He grabs your hips for more grip as he continues to pound into you and you yell out in pleasure, with nothing but him and how he makes you feel on your mind, mainly because he fucks your brain out so you can form any other thoughts.
One of his hands grabs your hair, pulling your head to the side so he can look at you whilst he fucks you, “You’re doing so good for me baby, such good girl” he praises once again, he knows how much you love that. In response, you push your hips back to match his thrusts. That sends heat straight to the feeling thats building in your lower stomach.
“You want me to go harder huh?” He teases, you nod in response, far beyond the point of being able to form words. You can see from your peripheral the grin that spreads across his face as he picks up pace and roughness, slamming into you as you moan out his name, followed but a load o focuses from the both of you.
“Just like that” you yell out through broken cries, “oh yeah, does that feel good baby?, you like that?” He replies through a chuckle. You don’t need to reply, he can already tell by the way he can feel how you walls start to tighten around him. He brings his hand around and under you, fingers finding your clit straight away, rubbing it sensually.
You start to feel your orgasm building even fast, as as your about you break, he pulls away. “Please Mitch, please let me come”, you whine out, “please please” you repeat in desperation through muffled moans.
He slows down his thrusts, “such a pretty mess, you look so perfect like this, begging for me to let you come” he says through heavy breathing, he’s close too, he just wants to play around a bit more. He likes watching you like this, at your most vulnerable begging for him. He picking up his pace again, and you feel his fingers back at your centre.
He continues to slam into you whilst circling your clit, bringing you to the edge once again, although this time, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he carries on, thrusting harder and harder each time. His grunts become louder and louder each second, he was so close to finishing himself, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Come for me baby, let me here it”, and as if on command, you do. Your orgasm shatters through you, you feel it in every nerve in your body as moans escape proudly through your lips and you and feel the tears on your cheeks from the intensity of it. He follows almost instantly, spilling every last drop into you as he continues to pump into you, working the two of you though your orgasms till your both nothing but a gasping hot mess.
He collapses over you, kisses trailing across your back and around your shoulders as you both catch your breath.
Once you recovered from the high, he lifts himself up and pulls out of you, the sudden emptiness never failing to shock you. You then realise how cold it had actually been in the kitchen. You push yourself back up going to stand up, except you can’t and realise you’ve lost your ability to walk when he catches you mid-fall and chuckles to himself. He picks you up as you wrap you legs around his waist, “you did so good baby” he praises through his wide smile and places a kiss on your lips.
You pull back and smile looking at him. Your smile slightly fades as you look past him and see the unfinished pizza laying there, you completely forgot about it. His gaze follows yours and he lets out a laugh, “we’ll order something don’t worry” he says as he carries you into the bathroom.
Will had been away for two weeks, for games, and you knew that when he came back home he would be desperate for you. He always was after away games, always wanted to remind you who you belonged to and use you again.
The door swung open and the familiar sound of hockey equipment dropping traveled through to the living room. "Y/N?" Wills voice was dark as he called your name, his footsteps drawing closer.
"I'm in the living room." You called out, eager to see him. He strolled in, his hair was messy and he smelt like airplanes but you didn't care. It had been two weeks without his touch, his mouth, his dirty words and you were so needy for him.
"There you are." He pulled you up and immediately pulled you into a deep kiss, his tongue meeting yours eagerly. "Mine." He growled as he pulled you closer to the bedroom, his big hands covering yours.
He stood in the doorway and watched you as you stood eagerly near the bed, "Strip." He demanded. You slowly pulled your shirt over your head and shimmied out of your shorts, leaving your red laced bra and thong exposed. His throat tightened as he took you in, his hungry eyes roaming around your body as he stepped closer.
He threw off his shirt and pulled down his joggers, leaving his bulge violently on show through the thin fabric of his boxers. You couldn't help but stare at his fully hard length as he began to palm it slowly. A low groan escaped his lips, "I need you. My good girl." Slowly, he took his boxers off allowing his hard cock to spring out.
You gulped slightly, completely undone for him. "Knees." He ordered and you obliged, knowing how much he needed this, you dropped to the floor. Slowly your hands began to stroke his length, watching as his head roll back in pleasure. "I want to be good for you." You choked watching him.
"You are." He groaned, his hand pulling at your hair. "Open." He commanded and he pushed himself into your freshly parted lips, thrusting deeper causing slight gags to escape your lips. You could see him leaning over the edge as you swirled your tongue around his tip, wanting to taste him fully. Just the sight of him and the delicious sounds he was making, were enough to make you come and he noticed this.
He quickly pulled you back up to face him and pushed you down onto the bed, kneeling in front of you, his head resting in-between your parted thighs. He gripped your thighs hard enough to leave bruises and his tongue urgently licked up your entrance. His lips explored your slick folds as your hands gripped the bed sheets, thick moans falling out of your mouth. "Yes!" You called out.
"So wet for me." He cooed as he swirled his tongue around your clit. Your legs trembled either side of his head and just as you were about to finish he pulled back. "You don't come until I say."
You nodded as he shifted his weight over you, his dick resting on your thigh as he bit your neck. "Yes Will." You gasped. He moved slowly, pushing himself into you, taking a deliberately slow pace. The sound of skin against skin and soft whimpers filled your bedroom. As he built speed you moaned loudly, his dick pulling almost out before he would push himself back in, groaning. The coil in your stomach tightened as he thrust back into you. He pulled out again and you let out a frustrated sigh. "Please Will." You begged.
"Not yet." He growled, flipping you over onto your stomach, pulling you up onto your knees. "Who do you belong to?" He quizzed, his tip meeting you again.
"You, always you." You arched back into him, desperate to feel the familiar full feeling.
"Good girl." He praised, pushing himself back into you. The new angle was so good, pushing him deeper into you than ever before, making you see stars with every thrust. "Come for me Y/N." He growled.
That was all it took, the orgasm came crashing through you as he continued his rhythmic pace chasing his high. He groaned, pushing deeper making your pleasure last as long as it could. With a gutteral groan he pulled out quickly, coming over your lower back. He gasped at the sight of his release spread across your ass.
You fell forward lazily as he followed, slinging his arms around you. He pushed a piece of hair out of your face, "I missed you baby." He kissed your cheek gently.
"I missed you too." You smiled softly. Reluctantly you pulled back, "I should go shower."
He frowned, "I'll clean you up." He slowly walked into the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth in his big hands. He parted your legs slightly, dabbing your folds with the cloth. You winced slightly at the feeling and he planted a soft kiss on your forehead, "It's okay baby."
He carefully turned you over, cleaning his come from your lower back and ass, he couldn't help but grin at his work. As he turned you over again, he lay back next to you. "I love you." He lay your head on his chest and stroked your hair.
"I love you too." You responded lazily, already drifting off into a deep sleep.
summary= Sidney Crosby x reader, frenemies to lovers, media girl goes to confront Sidney Crosby about their one night stand a few months ago but they end up confessing their true feelings
wc= 1.9k
warnings= SMUT, rough sex, marking, biting, kissing, unprotected sex, oral (both reciveing), swearing, shower sex, multiple orgasms, praising, mention of one night stand
Sidney Crosby is quite honestly the most infuriating man I have man I have met. His ego drives everything he does and despite being the most promising rookie in the NHL, he never fails to think with his dick.
Six months ago I made the agonnising mistake of hooking up with him, alcohol clearly clouding my judgement. The worst part, I can't stop thinking about it. I've never been treated like that before, he was dominating and gentle all at the same time. It was the best sex of my whole life.
Two nights ago I was dared, after a party, to sneak into the penguins changing rooms and find something interesting for
a media piece. Working as a media girl meant forcing athletes to make tiktoks, which was a gruelling task so the other girls I worked with had drunkly dared me to find something interesting.
I searched through Crosbys duffle bag and shockingly found a Polaroid of me, sweaty and overstimulated after that night we spent together. My red laced bra was sprawled on the pillow next to my face and one of his big hands was clinging to my boob.
And that was what had lead me to this moment: furiously banging on his door. "Y/N? Why are you here?" I pushed past him, standing in his kitchen, the picture held tightly in my grip. "What the fuck is this?" His eyebrows jumped up, a low smirk hanging off his lower lip. "That's mine." His large hand moved to take it. I pulled back desperately, "Why do you have it?" I sighed. "Really wanna know?" He gruffed, rubbing a hand through his wet hair. That's when I noticed the towel clinging to his waist and the lack of a shirt around his giant torso.
I nodded furiously.
"So I can use it" He paused, "To jerk myself off to the idea of you." His face was slightly pink, the first time I have ever seen Sidney Crosby nervous. "You..." The words wouldn't come to me, I had no idea what to say. The idea of him using this photo to take himself over the edge was...hot.
He slowly stepped closer, his long arm pulling my waist closer to his hips, only covered by a soft towel. "Don't pretend." He grinned, "I know how much you want me inside of you."
I gasped, his arrogance was astounding but he was right. He was so right. I hadn't stopped thinking about his cock. I needed it. "You're so full of yourself.” I thought about walking out, leaving him embarrassed and rejected. I then thought I should make the most of this moment and so I wrapped my arms around his neck.
His grip on me tightened as he pulled me into a messy kiss, his lips crashing against mine, like a starved man, claiming me. He dragged me to his bedroom, his lips making their way from my lips and down my neck. I throw my head backwards to give him better access, eyes rolling back and moans escaping my lips. He pulls away from my neck and begins clawing at my shirt, ripping it off desperately, searching for more skin. He takes a step back to take in the sight of me standing in his bedroom in a black lace bra and a short black skirt. He then comes back to me, his hands targeted the clasp of my bra, watching eagerly as it dropped to the floor. "God I've missed these tits." He palmed one of them, his callused hands squeezing and pinching as he pushed me onto the bed.
I fall flat against his pillows, he follows me down and soft moan escaped my lips as he hovered over me his bid muscly arms either side of my head, turning me on even more. My back arching off the bed as I shimmied off my skirt revealing the matching black lace thong beneath it. Desperately pulling at his towel, I gasped, fuck. I forgot just how big he was, his length was dangerously close to me, just the sight of it made heat build in my lower abdomen. I couldn’t wait any longer, I couldn’t control myself. "Please." I chocked.
"Tell me you hate me." He lowered his hips to meet mine, his tip edging my entrance, which was already anticipating him. I tried to obey his command but I couldn't find the words. Truth is I’ve never actually hated him, sure I acted that I did, but it was only because I wanted him so badly. My cheeks flushed pink as he grinned at my silence. He pushed into me without warning, thrusting with his whole force, a loud moan escaped my lips as my head flew back into his pillows and I started seeing stars. He came down by my ear as his thrusts continued, ”That's what I thought” he grunts as his mouth slams back onto me. His lips sucking and biting at my neck, not enough to hurt me, but hard enough to leave a mark on my skin for a while. To show everyone what was his.
His movements became harsher, his dick, thrashing into me with every thrust, my moans catch up with his rhythmic groans become more louder, echoing of the walls. He grabbed my legs and threw them around his shoulders, hugging then to grip onto as he move himself deeper, filling me whole, the tip of his dick hitting that spot every time.” Fuck you feel so good” he groaned as his hips slamming to me faster. My head shot back as the new angle pushed whimpers and begs out of my mouth. I was so close to coming, and he could see it. He could feel it, my walls clenching around him.“You take me so well baby." He groaned, gripping my thighs even tighter, the pressure enough to leave bruises.
He lent down into my ear as I broke out in a cry, unable to stop myself, "Good girl." He grinned, "Come for me."
The praise sent me over the edge and as if on command, the orgasm shot through me, his big hands grounding me as I trembled. He rode me through it until he followed me pretty soon after. He groaned my name as he pulled out, coming all over my stomach, covering me with him self. He continued to kiss me as the last of our orgasms died down.
He fell beside me stuff groaning, his head falling on my chest as his arm slung around my wait. Watching him, I decided that Sidney Crosby covered in sweat from fucking my brains out as the smell of sex filled the room is when he looked his best.
He lifts his head and stares into my eyes ”God I missed you y/n“
"I missed you too Sid.” I smiled as his mouth pressed against mine, I felt his lips turned into an evil grin.
He quickly jumped off the bed as he swings his arms beneath my back and underneath my knees, carrying me bridal style into the bathroom and standing me up into the shower as he turned on the water, his hips holding me stable. The water splashed me burning skin. I reach forward to grab ahold of Sidney and pull him back into me. Only to find that he wasn’t there.
I find him on his knees infront of me, his hands snaking their way up to the back of my thighs as he looks up into my eyes. He pulls my legs up to him as this tongue meets my centre at an instant. His lips sucking on my sweet spot making my back arch off the tilled wall and further into him. His grip on my thighs tightened as my moans began to fill the room. His nails digging into my skin with need that fr sure will leave crescent shaped moons marks on my inner thighs in the morning. But currently I was thankful for it because it was the only thing keeping me from collapsing.
Sidney’s tongue continued to swirl around my clit as the coil in my stomach began to tighten for the second time in the past few minutes. His heavy arms held me in place as I thrashed against the tiles, the pressure travelling up my spine and slammed down into my centre as my legs began to shake, I didn’t realise that he had thrown one over his shoulder to give himself better access. He continued to suck on my clit as I rode out the waves of my orgasm with my hands gripping at his hair, his groans vibrating against my centre. The grip on his hair tightened, his praises snapping me back into reality as he places one final kiss to my clit.
He comes back up to meet my eyes as his hands cupped my face before our lips found each other once again, his tongue inviting itself it, letting me taste myself and more moans escape our mouths. We rolled over so now his back was against the shower wall, wincing as the sharp cold from the wall made contact with his skin.
I chuckle at his overreaction, grinning against his lips, mocking him for being so dramatic, I slowly pull away as I move to my knees placing kisses on every inch of his skin whilst I make my way down his body, taking him in my mouth as I go to return the favour.
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After we finished our shower and got all cleaned up, Sidney wrapped me up in a towel and carried me over to the bed, sitting me down, he knew my legs would give out if tired to walk over here myself. He walked over to the dresser and picked out of his shirts that was too small for him but looked ridiculously big on me due to his enormous frame and pulling the shirt over my head. He made his way back to the dresser and picked out a pair of grey joggers and pulling them on himself. I watched as he walked towards the bed and climbing into it beside me, pulling me up against his chest as my eyes met his.
“I love you y/n” His eyes glistened as the words slipped out of his swollen lips. I let out a slight gasp, the rush of the last six months filled my mind. That night and the following night after, all of the lonely nights I had spent thinking of him, wishing he was closer. It had taken me until this moment to realise it but I was in love with Sidney Crosby. So infuriatingly in love with Sidney Crosby that all of my thoughts were consumed by him.
Hearing him say these words felt like a weight was lifted of my shoulders, all of my feelings were reciprocated. Nothing I felt about this man was calm, yet even know ,after he had just made me see stars, I had to remain calm.
I smiled and placed a soft kiss on his lips, “I love you too” I whispered, laying my head back down onto his defined chest as his arms hug tightly around my waist and eyes began to close.
NSFW Alphabet - young Sidney Crosby x Reader (18+)
wc=2.3k
warnings= basically just loads of smutty headcanons
a/n=english isn’t my first language so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes made
A=Aftercare (what is his aftercare like)
The aftercare would be limited, he’s a D1 college athlete he is not too bothered about aftercare, but he’d shower you with praised like “you did so good baby” “that was perfect” etc. He would make you feel insane, then politely ask you if you wanted a shower, to clean up. His eagerness would soon take over at ten seconds later he would be in the shower with you, his desperate hands already roaming all over your body.
B=Body part( favourite body part on himself and on you)
He would like his biceps on himself, one time to you complimented his biceps when you first started dating and you didn’t know it then but it made him way more confident around you. From then on he worked on his biceps more then anything else because the idea of him being able to protect you make him feral.
On you, he would be obsessed with your thighs, thigh man 100%. He’d live in your thighs. He loves to lay on them whenever you two are in bed. One time, when you first started dating, he wanted to impress you so he made you sit on his face, the compression of your thighs on his mouth was it for him. He fell madly in love with the way your thighs suffocated his eager, swollen lips.He also is constantly leaving kisses and hickeys all over your thighs, he loves the idea of marking what’s his
C=Cum (anything to do you cum)
When you once gave him head, you swallowed everything that he unloaded and it sent him into a trance. He loves the idea that even after sex a trace of him will always be in you, tying you to him and claiming you as his. Also when he finishes inside of you raw, he is obsessed with watching it drip out of you, then uses that as an excuse to go another round.
D=Dirty secret (dirty secret of his)
He takes Polaroids of you when you two have sex, both naked and in sexy lingerie. He takes them everywhere he goes, in his wallet and in his duffel bag for games. He likes the idea that your always with him and thinks it brings him good luck but he knows you would kill him if you knew the photos left the bedroom.
E=Experience (how experienced is he)
Slut. He’s well with the female population at college, he’s hockey captain and that’s just adds to his appeal, so that ment that he has had a lot of trial and error when it came to the bedroom and he knew how to satisfy a woman and himself. At first, when you first started seeing him, you were intimidated by his past hookups but he assured that none of them meant anything and the only time he felt truly satisfied in the bedroom was with you. Once it got around college that you were his, he made a point of avoiding any other girl that came his way.
F=Favourite position (whats his favourite position)
He loves fucking you against the countertop, flipping you over and giving you backshots, he loves to see the way your ass slaps against his hips, and how the force creates waves on your fat ass. After a win he makes you wear his jersey and watches his name against your back as he moves faster.
G=Goofy (how serious is he during sex)
He’d let out a few chuckle here and there but most of the time he’s serious and focused on giving you the best experience and dirty talk. He’d let out a laugh if you’re getting overstimulated and you’re struggling to get your words out.
H=Hair (how well groomed they are)
He keeps it shaven, especially during season in case anyone in the changing room sees. He loves the way your eyes roam around him, slowly taking in inch of him and admiring each intricate detail of his cock. Crosby admires your precision when keeping your body beautiful for him and wants to reciprocate this.
I=Intimacy (how romantic is he during the moment)
He knows that you’re not as experienced as he is so he loves to talk you through and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he sends you over the edge. He’ll call you a “good girl” and praise you for taking his cock so well he thrusts deeper and deeper. He’ll contort you into his favourite positions while he tells you you’re “doing so good”.
J=Jack off (masturbation headcannon)
When he’s at away games, he jerks off a lot to the Polaroid of you he keeps in his duffel bag or he will call you to hear your voice and moans. But when he’s at home, he knows exactly were to find you when he’s needy. He also loves watching you touch yourself.
K=Kinks (kinks he has)
Crosby is the jealous type, he hates seeing other guys look at you or compliment you. Even when he’s around his friends he has to you near him, holding you close. He’ll whisper things to you or text you under the table and he loves the way your cheeks flush pink when you tell him to stop.
L=Location (favourite place to have sex)
He loves to fuck you in the changes rooms after he wins, if he looses then in the bedroom because he knows he won’t be able to control himself when he lets out his frustration. He also thinks you look so good cooking dinner for the two of you in your short shorts and tank tops, so most nights when he’s at home dinner gets a bit delayed because you get roughly fucked over the counter.
M=Motivation (what turns them on)
He loves to take you on dates, treating you to expensive dinners on his nights off. His one request is that you wear the lingerie he buys you when you go out. The idea of you being branded by the lace that he picked out makes him feel insane. If he sees the lace of your bra poking out of your neckline, it’s over, he spends the rest of the dinner desperately trying to cover his hard and eagerly waiting to take you home and claim your body.
N=No (something they wouldn’t do)
He’d playfully bite you and leave hickeys down your body so everyone sees who you belong to, he’d slightly choke you here and there but the idea of physically causing you pain makes him feel really guilty. He wants the experience to be as pleasing for as possible so anything you’re uncomfortable with he’s not doing.
O=Oral (giving or receiving)
He loved both. He loves when he looks down and sees your lips wrapped around his cock, filling every crevice of your mouth with himself, your eyes looking up to meet his. He thinks it’s really hot how you can handle him and when he thrusts his hips forward, hearing you gag turns him on even more and boosts his ego.
When eating you out, he loves how he can make you feel with only his lips and tongue. Loves the sight of you open and desperate for him, your wet pussy only turns him on more. Gripping onto your thighs trying to hold you in place whilst you squeal and squirm around from the feeling that he’s giving you. He feels so in control with you pinned down on the bed, desperately reaching for that high with your moans indicating how good he’s doing. Loves feeling your thighs shake when you finally come all over him, he showers you with praises as you do
P=Pace (how fast, rough, etc)
Sidney fucks fast. Intense. But he knows how to still keep it sensual. His thrusts only show you how desperate he is for you, how much he needs you. Especially after a loss, he pounds into you so hard and rough to let out his frustration but still knows how to keep it sink that you also enjoy it and so that he doesn’t hurt you. But after a win, he still fucks you fast and hard but can switch up sometimes.
Q=Quickie (opinions on quickies)
Sidney usually likes to take his time, making sure to give attention to every crevice of your body so you know how much he worships you. He likes to make sure you’ve finished at least twice and wants to make sure you know your not just a quick fuck to him. However, we will occasionally have a quickie when he’s stressed out before a game, in the storage room, he still keeps it sensual and makes sure to praise you and covers you in kisses.
R=Risk (are they game to experiment)
He loves being risky and experimenting. Even though he’s had past relationships, he still has thing to try with you. He’s very freaked out and loves to try new things, new posteriors, push boundaries and loves to see how you both react to the new things. He loves to always be switching up things so the sex doesn’t get to boring, not that it could with him.
S=Stamina (how many rounds can he last)
His ideal is like 4 or 5 rounds, he’s young and has his perfect woman next to him, so of course he has the resilience to go multiple rounds. However he knows is tiring for you so you two don’t usually go that many, but it’s always intense and meaningful and no matter how many rounds you go, it always leaves you two a wet, hot mess afterwards.
T=Toys (do they use toys)
He doesn’t see the need for toys when he has hands that drive you insane. He once found one in your room and made you use it infront of him, he watched as your head rolled back and kept asking if it was as good as him, his eyes glazed over every time you reassured him his hands were better. Just as you were about to orgasm he pushed the toy away, replacing it was three fingers watching eagerly as you screamed his name.
U=Unfair (how much does he tease)
He loves to watch you squirm, especially in public. Once he’s around a group of people, his hand can’t help but find your lower back pulling you into him. He loves the way your cheeks blush when he whispers in your ears. After making you squirm he’ll take you home and push you to the brink of finishing but will stop you. He’ll pull out right at the edge making you beg him to let you come. Once he can see how overstimulated you are, he immediately lets you come.
V=Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
He gets so caught up in the moment that when he’s not praising you or talking dirty, he’s constantly groaning and grunting so loud that you’re sure the neighbours heard you a fair few times. The only time when he’ll be somewhat quiet is when he’s in between your thighs because he’s too concentrated on making you feel good, but even then he’ll let out a few groans of approval when you hears you moan his name and telling him to carry on.
W=Wildcard (a random head canon)
He would never bring it up himself,but if you suggested tying him up, he would totally be down for it. He’s never a sub but sometimes he wanders what it would be like if you were to take control and what you would do with him or to him if he’s restrained and for how long he’d be able to control himself.
X=X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Sidney is above average, both in length and in thickness, and he knows how to use it and drive the both if you crazy. He stretches you out just right and hit every spot and it gets you seeing starts and finishing multiple times
Y=Yearning (how high is his sex drive)
His sex drive is insanely high. He can’t go more than a day without fucking you if he’s at home, multiple times a day. In the morning when you wake up, in the middle of the day, in the evening when the sun has gone down and your room is dimly lit by ambient lighting, it really sets the mood for the both of you so that’s when he goes all out, multiple rounds. On the road, it’s like hell for him. You’re constantly on his mind and the fact he can’t have you right there with him drives him crazy. So he has to settle for the Polaroids he keeps of you and takes a longer shower then normal. Sometimes when he’s desperate, he’ll bring you along and sneak you into the hotel, it gives him a thrill knowing you two can be caught because neither can stay quiet, but he’s a needy man and he can’t help himself
Z=Zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards)
After making sure you’re okay, you both lay in bed cuddling and him leaving kisses all over you, he watches you fall asleep, which is usually very quickly as you’re exhausted after the multiple rounds you’ve just gone, then he falls asleep instantly with you wrapped up in his arms. He likes seeing how quickly you fall asleep, it makes feel proud knowing how exhausted he makes you, it’s a sign to him that he did good. He could fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow but he fights it every time just to see to fall asleep, it lets him know how safe you feel around him.
