── .✦: Fraser's daughter has always been a shy girl. But coming home from summer camp, all she can talk about is you, the camp counselor that helped her make friends. So, he thanks you.
hiii I love this sm 🥹🤞 i mixed two requests here and i hope that's ok.. they're so fucking cute oh my god
For the two weeks since Maisie Minten’s summer camp started, the four-year-old had only spoken about one person on the twenty-minute drive home.
You.
“She knits, Daddy. She taught us how!”
“Oh yeah, Sweetpea?” Fraser says absently, navigating the late afternoon traffic out of her camp.
“Yeah! I couldn’t figure it out, though. She knitted a bear. He looked like Blades!”
Fraser laughs, imagining his daughter informing this random camp counselor that her bear looks like the Boston Bruins mascot.
Eventually, he started to notice that Maisie mentioned more and more of other kids at the camp, and was starting to pick up that you encouraged her to make these friends. He definitely needs to thank you.
Slowly, he started developing a picture of you. Maisie says you knit and you drink tea out of a handmade mug. The other day, Fleetwood Mac was playing on the radio, and she exclaimed that you love this song. He, inevitably, is imagining a sweet grandma. An old lady who saw Maisie, far too shy to make friends at a new place like this at first, and integrated her with the other kids.
By that Friday, Fraser had decided to skip the curbside pick-up and find Maisie himself, to thank you for taking such good care of her. He wandered into the camp, still wearing a Bruins shirt and sweatpants from his workout beforehand, trying to navigate to the craft room, where Maisie says she spends the most time.
Eventually, after dodging so many hyper children, he finds a door propped open with a giant, heavy bucket of paintbrushes, so he peeks through it.
“Daddy!” he immediately hears, instinctively recognizing his daughter’s voice in a split second, and crouching down to catch the hug he knows is coming his way.
He’s jumped by her, which receives no complaint, as he tightens her embrace and kisses the top of her head. Standing back up again, he scans the room for the woman Maisie’s been discussing so reverently. She’s already zooming towards you—near the table, unknotting a little girl's hair—though.
“My Daddy’s here! Meet my Daddy!” she tells you with so much enthusiasm, so you nod, turning around to face him after you fix the girl's hair and—oh.
You’re beautiful, and definitely not seventy or sixty. The first thing he notices is the vibrant glitter on your eyelids, a mix of pinks and purples and blues… You look like an angel. Actually, there’s not a word for you. Fraser is ready to die directly in front of you.
You’re being pushed in front of him by Maisie. You giggle, and he’s pretty sure he’s died.
“Hi! Oh my gosh, you’re Maisie’s dad! She talks about you a lot.”
Fraser Minten—a six-two, professional athlete who regularly faces press cameras without so much as stuttering, is at a total loss for words. Your big smile, your warm presence, your gentleness towards his kid… Fraser gulps.
“I… yeah, I am,” he eventually gets out, smiling bashfully. He’s sure his face is bright red, as Maisie scampers back towards him, her hand tugging on his sweatpants. “My name is Fraser. She, uh, talks about you all the time, too-”
“Daddy. She doesn’t have a boyfriend.” Fraser, briefly, prays for the floor to open up beneath him and swallows him whole. He stares down at his kid.
“What, sweetpea?”
Maisie looks up at you expectantly. “Daddy doesn’t have a girlfriend, either. And he cooks, and folds laundry, and-”
“Jesus, that’s enough, honey,” Fraser says immediately, picking her up off the ground and holding her on his hip.
…Which makes quite the show of his forearms, you think absently. Who is this beautiful, extremely built man with the sweetest little girl you’ve ever seen?
“I am so sorry. She has no filter. I swear, she’s the shyest girl you’ve ever seen, until you get her talking.”
You laugh, and this is, what, the third time Fraser’s died in this conversation?
“It’s okay. Seriously. Kids have definitely said weirder things to me here.”
He gives you a boyish grin before propping Maisie up with one hand to scratch the back of his neck (Jesus Christ, he’s built).
“I actually came to thank you. For treating Maisie so well. She talks about you non-stop, seriously. And she was so scared of going to camp all on her own.” She hides bashfully in his chest, and he laughs, rubbing the back of her head.
“No need to thank me. She’s a great kid.”
“She really is,” Fraser says quietly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against his daughter's back. “But, I do have to admit, she kind of gave me the impression that you were like, sixty-five.”
Your eyebrows shoot up. “Sixty-five!? Maisie!”
The culprit is giggling into her dad’s shoulder, and you just can’t help the giant smile that finds your face. Fraser continues.
“Well, she told me you love knitting, vintage music, and you drink a lot of tea. I just… didn’t expect you to be…” the prettiest girl he’s ever seen in his entire life. “You.”
“Well, I hope I didn’t disappoint too much.”
His eyes drop to your lips, before finding your glittery eyes again. He adjusts his grip on Maisie, flexing his arms while he does so, which he definitely notices that you notice.
“Not even a little.”
He says it so quietly, you almost think you misheard him. But his embarrassed smile is confirmation enough, as the tension between you two grows by the second.
Maisie interrupts, because what else are four-year-olds for?
“Ask her to be your girlfriend, Daddy.”
“Maisie,” Fraser groaned, looking at you helplessly, to which you shrug mischievously.
“Ask her if she wants to go to dinner!”
After a very long, exaggerated sigh, he puts his daughter on the ground and looks directly at you.
“Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?”
You blink, and you can see Fraser’s confidence dissipate. “Really?”
“Yes, really. If you want.”
You look down at Maisie, and then back at Fraser, seeing very clearly where she gets her nervousness from. You smile bigger than you have all month.
“I would love to go to dinner with you, Fraser.”
I'm literally giggling these three are so cute. should i perhaps make this a series...?.?.?? self beta'd and I literally remarked "wow this doesn't have that many typos" so that means I missed 100. so sorry about that LMAO. literally begging you to send asks in about this trio
summary — after a terrible day, you need to get laid. like, need. but being recently dumped and afraid of hooking up with strangers, you aren't left with many options. you’re already hanging on by a thread when fraser shows up at your door looking unfairly good. it takes everything in you not to ask him to help with your little... problem, and things only get worse once your show takes a very explicit turn. luckily for you, fraser's a good friend.
warnings/tags — explicit smut, unprotected sex/creampie (wrap it before u tap it always!), riding, implied friends to lovers (ending is pretty ambiguous), sexual tension, hint of a praise kink maybe?, dirty talk (sort of possessive), breast play, couch sex, glasses stay ON!, pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl), intended lowercase, sad attempts at humor, honestly a little angsty - but mostly smut, not proofread we die like real men. 18+ content! read at ur own discretion!
word count — 3,478
a/n — first fic on here, but this is not my first rodeo! this one's wordy, but im definitely not opposed to making it wordier with a part 2, if anybody would want that!
today has been terrible. it felt like the world was working against you at all times, and by the end, all you wanted was a good fuck. either that, or a good night’s rest.
problem is: you have no one to go to. you’d recently broken up with your boyfriend, and you didn't feel like going out. but even if you did feel like it, all of your friends were busy, and a night out alone sounded like a true crime story waiting to happen.
you were starting to think you should just choose sleep, but in the middle of binging a show, someone knocks at your door. it was fraser.
you and fraser have been friends since… forever. you knew the ins and outs of each other, and despite his busy schedule, you managed to keep in touch.
and you soorttt of have a tiny crush on him. sort of. but it was tiny! minuscule, even. molecular. and other synonyms.
in your current state, however… you’ve never wanted to eat him alive more than now. but you're a good well-adjusted member of society, so instead of jumping his bones, you ask him why he's here.
there was no denying that after you broke up with your ex, there's been some tension between you two. but it went unmentioned, although definitely noticed.
"i just wanted to see you," he says, and jumps to add more when he realizes how awkward it sounded. "you know—to hang out, and stuff?"
like it was second nature, he leaned against your door frame, hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants. he was wearing his glasses, which was a rare sight nowadays. it only intensifies your desire.
your words stay stuck in your throat, and when it takes you a bit longer than usual to reply, a flicker of hesitation flashes in his eyes. he shifts his weight from one foot to another, no longer leaning on the door frame.
“i mean… if you aren't busy,” he adds softly, looking down at his feet, before looking back up at you. “sorry, i was just– i was driving around and thought of you, so… i came over.”
you regain your composure, or what’s left of it, at least, and respond. “no, yeah, of course!”
you open the door wider, letting him in. he lets out a soft ‘thanks’ before kicking his shoes off and placing them to the side. when you make eye contact again, he offers you a small, sweet smile. the one that always made you feel a bit better.
“sorry for coming over so suddenly. we can just do whatever - i didn't actually really have a plan,” he chuckles, “we could watch something, or i’ll try to cook something up? or you can just talk. i’m a good listener, you know that,” he smiles again, a hint of pride in his voice.
although you haven't said anything about today out loud, fraser seems to have noticed you've had a rough day, and that warms your chest a little.
it's always been moments like these that have you questioning what you truly felt for him. his words were enough to loosen some tension in your shoulders — tension you hadn't even realized you were carrying until it faded. he’s the sweetest person you know, and you've always had a special connection; he could sense whenever you were off, and you could read his face better than most people.
sometimes—more than you'd like to admit, actually—the thought of you and fraser being made for each other crosses your mind, but you're quick to shoo it away. just friends, y/n, your brain reminds you. although, you do still think he looks scrumptious.
“i was actually in the middle of a show, but we could switch it to something else you want.”
you both walk into the living room, and he plops right down on the couch, which makes you giggle. “you don't have to change it for me. i’m just happy to be here.”
you sit down right beside him, the space between you almost non-existent, but that was the norm. you don't get to reply before he speaks again.
“you know… talking's still on the table. you look like you’ve had a long one. do you wanna talk about it? or just keep watching and pretend the day never happened?”
“well i…” wish you would bend me over and fuck me till i forgo— woah, what the hell, y/n? you can't think about stuff like that, you shake your head, hoping to shake the thoughts away too. “i don't know.”
the pause you took makes fraser’s brow quirk, but he doesn't mention it, and instead lets you continue.
"we can just watch the show, if that's alright with you," you murmur, and fraser gives you a look—one that tells you to stop checking with him because he'll do anything for you and you know that.
"i already told you, y/n, I'm happy with anything," despite his words, he doesn't actually sound irritated with you.
before you could reply, he's already grabbing the remote and pressing play.
as the episode went on, you explained to him what was happening, the characters and their relationship, and what the show was about, since he hadn't seen it. you both were having a fun time, laughing and joking around. his company and the sound of his laughter eased you more than you thought it would.
but then the episode takes a sudden turn, and before you knew it, clothes were flying.
fraser was doing his hardest trying to listen to you without getting lost in the way your eyes lightened up with interest as you explained, and doesn't even register when the episode turns steamy at first. not until you become increasingly quiet.
his eyes are back on the tv, and the moans become louder. initially, fraser doesn't look away or show any signs of discomfort—he’s grown, he can handle a little sex scene—but as the nudity becomes more prominent, he can't help shift in his seat a little, suddenly becoming more aware of your scent, how close you were, and the sweat trickling down his back.
you, on the other hand, were cursing yourself for not just switching the show earlier. but you also didn't see this coming! just when you were no longer hot and bothered, this episode decided it wanted to be a porno out of nowhere, and it didn't help that fraser’s scent took up the whole room, and that you were so close you could feel his chest rising and falling.
his broad chest, his big arms, his chiseled abs… christ, y/n–snap out of it!
the lighthearted, easygoing energy between you and fraser from before was now replaced by something heavier, as the air grew thicker and warmer.
fraser finally turns to look at you, and a faint tint of red brushed at his ears, but he didn't look flustered. his gaze is heavy, sweeping over your face before dropping down to your lips, and then, almost involuntarily, down to the curve of your neck.
“well, uh… they certainly aren't very shy about it,” he spoke, smiling almost sheepishly.
you awkwardly chuckle, tearing your eyes away from the screen, although you didn't know if you could handle holding eye contact. “yeah... they really aren't.”
you turn your head in time to see his eyes dip to your lips, and you have to bite back from instinctively licking them. the tension was heavy, and the scene in front of you was not helping lightenit at all.
you find yourself looking down at his lips too, then at his hands, then memories of him shirtless from last summer flashes in your mind. bad, fucking time, brain. i’m almost dripping.
you see the way his adams apple bobs as he gulps, and you don't realize when you got this close. you must've been inching closer subconsciously.
fraser notices the space between you growing smaller and smaller, but he doesn't pull back. he just holds his breath, studying your every move. he looks down at your lips again, and for a split second, something primal takes over him.
his hand finally moves. a slow - agonizingly slow - deliberate, delicate movement, as if you’d vanish into thin air if he moved any quicker. his large, warm hand grazed your jawline before his thumb settled just below the corner of your mouth.
his face shows no sign of it, but you can feel the hesitation in his touch.
“you’re… you’re very close, y/n,” he notes, but he doesn't move to create distance. if anything, he moves a fraction of an inch closer. “am i… am i making you nervous?”
a hint of awkwardness lingers in his tone, but the look in his eyes isn't one you’d find on an awkward man. the only thing fraser was waiting for was your signal.
you almost couldn't believe this was happening. if middle-of the-day you had known you’d end the day just inches from fraser minten’s face, you probably wouldn't have felt so bitter about the events that went down.
you swallow the lump in your throat before you speak.
“fraser, can i be honest with you?”
his expression shifts at that, and he’s still a heartbeat away when he responds, voice barely above a whisper. “yeah?”
“i had a disastrous day, and after, i’ve been aching to be dicked down. so if that’s not what you want to do right now, please pull away.”
fraser freezes. his thumb still rests against your lip as his eyes widen slightly. for a second, his brain scrambles to make sense of what he just heard—of the complete, unfiltered honesty of your request. he can't help but be stunned.
then, when it clicks, something in the air shifts.
his pupils dilate until you could hardly see the blue in his eyes, any softness that remained in his expression melts into something much… darker.
he lets out a long, shaky exhale before replying.
“pull away?” he repeats, head slightly shaking, like he couldn't fathom anyone pulling away at a chance like this. his voice is almost unrecognizable, laced with thick desire. thick enough to rival yours.
“never in my wildest dreams would i ever do that,” is the last thing he says before he leans in, capturing your lips in a long-awaited kiss. it felt relieving, and you relaxed into it as his hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair to hold you steady.
he pulls away to catch his breath, forehead resting against yours. his glasses fogged with every exhale, but he didn't care. “i’ve wanted this for so long, y/n. you have no idea.”
he doesn't wait for your reply before he tilts his head again for another kiss. it’s rougher than before, no longer testing the waters. this time, you could feel the hunger. his need. his possessiveness—and it all makes you moan into it.
his tongue desperately sweeps against yours in a newfound confidence, looking to taste every inch of you. he kisses like a man starved, and you could feel–or taste–something frustrated in the way he kissed you. and, truthfully, he was frustrated. frustrated at how long you’ve been depriving him of this.
then his muscular thighs slide between yours, silently expressing how much he wants you, too, if it wasn't already obvious.
in between kisses, you both take your tops off. the second you unclip your bra, fraser lets out a low, guttural sound, hands immediately moving to get a feel for them. “so fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart.”
you’re already straddling him at this point, and while he knows you’re growing needier and needier, he can't help but be mesmerized, staring mindlessly as he groped at them. the soft flesh felt like heaven under his touch, and he starts licking at one of your nipples.
he nibbled and sucked on it as he played with the other. you grinded against his hard-on, sighing at the friction it granted you.
fraser gets a little lost in your tits, but when he hears your whines progressively get louder, he finally pulls away with a string of saliva connecting him and the nipple. the sight only makes his cock agonizingly harder.
“p-please, frase…”
he looks back up at you, and the desperation in your eyes makes something in his head click. before you could register it, he’s gotten rid of every article of clothing getting in the way, and lifts your hips up so you can finally sink down on him.
you both moan at the sensation. your walls were gripping him like a vice, and his dick filled you up in a way that put every dildo you own to shame.
his large hands roam around your body before settling on the fat of your ass, gripping it the way he’d been gripping your chest.
“so tight, y/n… i’m gonna lose my mind,” you subconsciously tighten at his words and he curses under his breath. “you can't keep doing that, i swear—”
he cuts himself off with a groan as you grind against him.
“sorry, you just feel so good and i need it so badly frase—” he kisses you, stopping your tangent from getting any longer.
“i could say the same about you.”
you stop moving for a while, willing yourself to loosen up a little, but your efforts seem to have no effect on fraser.
“oh, god… baby,” he gasps, eyes still fluttering at the feeling. his grip on your ass tightens as he tries to steady his breathing, but you don't really hear his labored breathing. the only thing repeating in your head was what he had just called you.
baby.
the petname makes your head dizzy, and you hold back a moan as your head replays the way he said it.
fraser finally gathers himself, and starts moving up. the moans he let out were music to your ears, and as his movements sped up, your own moans grew louder.
the overly-cautious fraser you knew wasn’t present at this moment, movements driven by the sheer need to be inside you.
you bounce to meet his thrusts, and he starts hitting the spot that makes your eyes roll and toes curl. “that the spot, y/n?”
too fucked out to speak, you nod, and that brings a smile on fraser’s face. happy he was fulfilling his job well.
one of the hands he had resting on your ass moves towards your heat, beginning to circle around your neglected clit. the sudden attention on it almost knocks all the wind in your lungs out.
“fuuuuck—i feel so full of you f-frase—god,”
at that, he continues thrusting up, feeding off of your praise. your walls tighten around him again and he swears he almost came, but he holds on, dedicated to giving you what you need.
suddenly, a surge of confidence moves through fraser, and he starts saying things you never would've expected him to say, but you weren't complaining. if anything, you wanted to hear more.
"shit—you taking it well f'me? hm? y-you like the way my cock fills you up, fucking you so dumb you forgot about how your day went?"
the sudden change in his tone sends a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core. fraser is usually so soft spoken, so careful with his words, so polite. to hear him use that low, dirty tone to hear him claim you with such blunt, arrogant confidence is more intoxicating than the physical sensation itself.
his eyes move between your cunt—admiring the way he disappears in you and how well you take him—and your expression. he loved seeing how the pleasure twisted your face, loved that he was lucky enough to be blessed with such a sight, loved that it was him making you feel this good.
“thaaat’s it,” he coos, hips snapping upward at an unruly pace. “look at you, you’re such a good girl for me, aren't you? taking it all.”
his thrusts are purposeful, aiming directly at the spot he found over and over again, and even looking to go deeper if he could. he relished in the way your walls tighten at his words.
"tell me," he commands, his voice a husky, demanding rasp as he thrusts deeper, his thick thighs tensing with the effort. "tell me how much you love it when I'm inside you like this. tell me you don't want anyone else to ever touch you like this again."
the words that leaves fraser’s mouth feel uncharacteristic, when really you’ve just tapped into a new version of fraser that you created. he’s toeing the line between friends just helping each other and something much more, testing how much of this would later be disregarded as things he said in the heat of the moment, or be taken as what they are. the truth.
he tsks at your lack of response, and you’re already apologizing in your head before you could find the strength to voice it out.
“say it, baby,” he whispers against your ear, pace becoming frantic. “tell me you’re mine.”
he continues to be unrelenting in his thrusts, because there’s a part of him that wishes that it doesn't register in your brain. that you file it away as “dirty talk,” and he counts on your fucked out self to keep quiet, so that you don't make the mistake of choosing a response that’ll completely undo him.
much to his dismay, you say exactly what his brain has been itching to hear.
“‘m yours! i’m a-all yours, frase–!” you cut yourself off with a scream as one powerful thrust hits a part of you you've never felt anyone or anything reach before. you can feel your orgasm at the tip of your tongue at this point, and you were a slurring mess. even just that one sentence took all your brain power to create.
the sound of your scream and your admission are the final catalyst that break him. it sends a surge of pure, unadulterated adrenaline through his veins, and his eyes are blown wide as he watches the way your body arches and trembles beneath him.
his large hands are gripping your hips so tightly he knows it’ll leave faint bruises, but he doesn't really care as long as it isn't hurting you. he wants to leave a mark. he wants you to remember this.
he slows his thrusts down to deepen them, and it’s just what you needed to tip you right over the edge. you reach your climax with a loud moan of his name, and he keeps moving through it, chasing his own high.
“you’re mine,” he pants, his voice a ragged, broken thing. “mine, mine, mine…”
he whispered those words, unable to keep them to himself, hoping the ringing in your ears would block him out.
the sensation of your walls pulsing around him is too much, and he spills into you right away. your walls continue to flutter around him, milking him for all he’s worth.
he collapses forward, his heavy chest rising against yours, burying his face in your neck to catch his breath before finding your lips again in a kiss.
after just letting your lips move against each other, you pull back enough to look at him. his hair is a damp, curly mess, his face is flushed, and his eyes are back to normal. he looks completely spent, still breathing heavily, but there was a faint trace of a smile on his lips.
“you alright there?” he breaks the silence first, his voice now returning to the sweet one you were used to. “did… did that help?”
the quick switch from whatever wild animal possessed him, back to his gentle, fraser-like manner, gave you whiplash—if you didn't already have it by now. but even after that intense orgasm... you wanted more. remnants of your day were still in your head, and you wanted nothing more than for them to be gone.
"yeah," you pull out of him, still sounding slurred. but right as you got out, you crawl over and get on all fours, pushing your ass in front of him. "but i-i think i need more..."
you don't know what’s gotten into you, but you’ve never experienced an orgasm like that in your life. if this was the only night you’d get another orgasm like that, you knew better than to waste it.
alright, maybe you were a liiittle dick-notized, so what? fraser seems to be pussy-drunk too. a win-win situation.
it's only when you turn to look back at him with a pleading look on your face as he got a front row view of his cum oozing out of your hole, that he realized he was in for a long night.
summary - it’s Macklin’s 20th birthday and you said you couldn’t make it to Vancouver. Or could you?
pairings - macklin celebrini x crosby!reader
warnings - established relationship, the celebrini siblings terrorizing each other, tooth rotting fluff, make out session, smut, protected p-in-v, oral (f receiving), use of lube, oral fixation, a couple of switches, porn with some plot, and other things I surely missed.
wc - 5.7k
requested - no!
a/n - happy late birthday macklin! This is the first time I’ve written smut in like a year so don’t judge me if it’s bad lol.
crosby!reader masterlist
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too, baby. I really wish I could be there.” You hold your phone between your ear and shoulder as you hastily pack your suitcase.
“You’re busy, it's understandable. I play a winter sport, and you play a summer one.” You hear Macklin shift around on the other side of the phone. “It’s just we haven’t seen each other since my season ended and you left California.”
“I know, Mack, I’ll try to get up to Vancouver before Wimbledon. I just have this one last training session in New York, then I’m all yours.” You have to stop yourself from smiling because the trip to New York is a lie. Your mom is going to drop you off at the airport, and you have your passport ready to get to Vancouver.
“Okay, I’m excited to see you again. It’s been a month.” He sighs. “That’s too long.”
“I agree, but you’ll get me for a few days. Then I’ll be back in July, and you have me until August.”
“That’s like over a month away, baby.”
“It’s going to go faster than you think it will.” You zip your suitcase closed.
“Time to go, honey!” Your mom yells from downstairs.
“I gotta go, Mack. I’ll call you when I get to New York.” You grab your passports, the small gift you got him for his birthday, and put it into your backpack. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” You hang up the call and roll your suitcase out of your room.
“Got everything?” Your mom asks and grabs her car keys, “Both passports?”
“Got both,” You show off the two blue booklets.
“Perfect time to go. I’ll meet you in London with your tournament gear, but find a court when you can. We don't want you to lose strength this next week.” You grab your smaller tennis bag from the floor and put it on your suitcase.
“I will, Mack’s sister plays, so maybe I’ll be able to convince her to play with me.”
“Sounds good, but remember to have fun too.” You pack your stuff into the car to head to the airport. “But don’t drink too much and wear protection.”
“Mom!” You look at her wide-eyed.
“What? I was 19 when I got pregnant with you. I know what’s going on.” She chuckles and starts the car.
“Well, I know that.”
“Just be safe, please, I’m your mom, I’ll always worry about you.” She pats your hand and pulls out of the garage.
“I’ll be safe. Promise.” You smile and settle back into your seat.
“Good, I don’t want to have to fly up there. I know your dad will.” You agree with her statement.
“He would.” You laugh and pull out your phone to send a text to Mack’s mom.
Mack’s whole family knows you're coming for his birthday, a joint surprise you’d been planning for the last few weeks while you were in Paris for the French Open. A quick trip for his birthday before you had to leave for London, and he trained his ass off for the upcoming season. He was sure to be surprised if no one spoiled said surprise.
You look out the window, giddy with anticipation.
•••
When you get to Vancouver, you hastily get ready to meet Mack and his family for his birthday dinner. You throw on a nice top and jeans, after a hot shower and fresh makeup, before you Uber to the restaurant.
Mack’s mom, Robyn, kept you updated on their location just so you didn’t show up to the restaurant before they did. She’d texted you the go-ahead, and you arrived at the restaurant just moments later.
“Hello, Miss.” The hostess greets you.
“I’m with the Celebrini party.” You respond, and she nods in understanding, leading you in the direction of the more private area.
“Just through that archway.”
“Thank you so much.” You smile and walk through to the semi-private room.
Mack, his parents, and three siblings are all conversing amongst themselves, none aware of your presence.
“Is there room for one more?” You ask, and the family looks up at you.
Mack does a double-take before bolting out of his seat and over to you. “You’re here? You’re actually here?”
You give him a tight hug, and Mack practically wraps himself around you. You laugh as you both almost topple over.
“Surprise.” You practically hold all of his body weight on you. “Happy Birthday, Mack.”
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Your bodies sway back and forth as you hold him tightly.
“What about New York?” He pulls his head back.
“The plan was to come here the whole time.”
“That’s a sneaky plan.” He kisses your cheek.
“Yeah, but you’re hard to surprise.” You shrug and nod to the table, “Let’s sit.”
“What about London?” Mack pulls out your chair, and you sit down next to him.
“I’m leaving from here. You have me for the next few days.” You smile at him.
“Not more?”
“I’ll be back in July, and then the US Open isn’t until September.” You scoot your chair in before turning to his family. “Sorry, it’s rude of me not to greet you guys. It’s nice to see you all again.”
“It’s no problem, Y/N, we’re happy you’re here.” Robyn shakes her head, her smile is the same one you see on Mack all the time.
“Thank you for having me.”
“Mack has been moping around, so thank you for putting us out of that misery.” Aiden teases, and Rick gives his eldest a pointed look.
“Can you play tennis with me?” Charlie blurts out excitedly.
“Let’s not bombard Y/N.” Robyn tries to get a hold of the situation.
“It’s okay. I was hoping I could convince you to be my hitting partner anyway.” You wink, and Charlie looks triumphant.
“Why do you look like that?” RJ speaks up, confused at the look on Macklin’s face. A soft smile, with hazy eyes focused solely on you. It could only be described as a look of pure love.
“I’m being made fun of on my birthday.” Mack scrubs a hand down his face, but he hasn’t stopped grinning. “This is crazy, you’re all supposed to be nice to me.”
“Birthdays protect no one from familial teasing.” You pat his thigh. You feel him tense underneath your hand, but make nothing of it as you pull away.
“Guess not.” Mack catches your hand before it settles back in your lap. Pulling it so it’s entwined with his on top of his thigh.
“Y/N, how are your studies going?” Rick asks, and you take a sip of your water.
You clear your throat before speaking, “They’re going really well! I'm learning a lot, but I’m happy with what I chose to major in.”
“Remind me what that is again?”
“Sports Medicine. I’m thinking of possibly using it to get my PhD in Biomechanics later on down the road.” Rick nods, impressed, and you do a celebration on the inside.
“How do you balance that with the WTA tours and challengers?” He questions.
“Meticulously,” You laugh, “but really, my advisor is helping a lot. I’m currently in like five online courses right now to transfer credits just to make sure I can graduate on time, early even.”
“You have a solid plan.”
“I can’t take all the credit. My mom is also helping me navigate this.” You feel Mack’s thumb run over your knuckles, but you aren’t sure if the motion is supposed to be comforting you or him.
“Well, she’s doing a very great job.” Robyn chimes in.
“I’d say so too.” You agree.
Mack is talking with his siblings, their increasing noise level as you speak with his parents gives you an inkling that they’re arguing about something. All of a sudden, Charlie is fully leaning over Mack and pushing him against the back of his chair.
“Y/N, you have to tell me what the Australian and French Open were like.” She says excitedly as Mack tries to push her off of him.
“Get off of me.”
“I’m trying to ask Y/N a question.” She looks at her older brother, eyes narrowing.
“You could do it while sitting in your chair.” He grumbles, and she rolls her eyes, but relents, sitting in her chair properly.
“Better?” Charlie asks snarkily.
“Much.” Mack matches her bratty tone.
“Okay, please tell me everything about the Opens. Like everything.”
You turn to face Charlie more, knees bumping with Mack’s thigh. You make no move to adjust your position, keeping the point of contact. You watch Mack’s face flush, but don’t comment on it.
“They were crazy, like an adrenaline high that I couldn’t come off of. Like, after I got out of the Australian Open, I was genuinely bouncing off the walls. My nervous system was so out of whack that I couldn’t come down from this self-induced high. I crashed when I got back to California, and I was sick for a week.”
“Really?” She tilted her head.
“Really. Like once my body was finally aware that I wasn’t in the tournament anymore, my immune system shut down with it.” You laugh, “But it was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I didn’t do the greatest at the Australian Open, but honestly, just being there was surreal.”
“I bet. But the French Open.” Charlie does a jaw drop motion, “I watched every match. The upsets were crazy.”
“I know,” You nod, “Being there and watching it happen in real time is something else.”
“For sure! You made it really far this time, too!”
“I know! I was proud of myself for making it to the quarterfinals. Like my second Grand Slam tournament.” You grin, and Mack squeezes your hand.
“We’ve been following along with Charlie and Mack. For your first professional season, you’re doing really well.” Robyn places a soft hand on your forearm.
“Thank you, it means a lot.” A warmth fills your chest from the kind words.
“No need to thank us.” She shakes her head.
“I know, but I still will because it really does mean a lot to me.”
“I’ll let go this time.” Robyn pats your arm before placing her hand back in her lap, and you laugh with her.
“Okay.” You grin.
•••
The rest of Mack’s birthday dinner goes really well. You talk with his entire family, and you feel closer to the Celebrini’s. You and Charlie already have plans to hit the courts every day while you’re in Vancouver. You’ve given Rick your Mom’s contact info so they can converse on college plans for the rest of the Celebrini kids. RJ is still confused and unsure of what emotions his older brother is experiencing. Aiden wants to take you and Mack bar hopping, but Mack promptly shuts it down because he wants to spend the rest of his birthday with you only.
“Happy birthday, honey. Be safe tonight.” Robyn gives Mack a hug.
“I will.”
“Be aware of your surroundings, and Uber back to Y/N’s hotel.” Rick pats him on the back.
“I will, Dad.” Mack nods, taking your hand.
“Drink something for me.” Aiden smacks his shoulder, and Mack just rolls his eyes.
“Alright, time to go,” Rick says, and the rest of the Celebrinis walk in the opposite direction from you two.
You both start walking down the pavement, Mack’s hand finds yours, easily pulling you closer into his side. He slows to a stop on the street, and you stop with him.
“Everything okay, baby?” You ask as Mack wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.” You take his face into your hands.
Mack leans down and captures your mouth with his. Your mouths move against each other, heat and friction buzzing underneath your skin. His tongue prods at your bottom lip, but you pull away. Mack lets out a whine, his mouth forming a pout.
“Baby…”
“Do you want to go to the bar? Or do you just want to go back to my hotel?” You ask, hands sliding down his neck.
“I need you.” He whispers against your mouth before kissing you hungrily. You know the answer to your own question.
“Let me order an Uber.” You mumble back and reach for your phone.
Mack's hand creeps up underneath your top, splayed on the skin of your stomach. He’s pulled you flush against his body, holding you as you tap through your phone ordering a car.
“Can it get here faster?”
“It’ll be here in five.” You quirk an eyebrow at him, the impatience humming through his body.
“Too long.” He groans and lets his head fall to the crook of your neck.
“You’ll survive. I also have to give you your present. It’s in my hotel room.” You hum and watch the little car on your screen get closer.
“You didn’t have to get me anything. You’re here on my birthday, that's enough for me.”
“That is very sweet of you, but it won’t make my gift go away.” You wrap your arm around his torso, giving his side a mischievous squeeze.
“Fine.” Mack kisses your neck softly before pulling his head back up.
The Uber pulls up next to the curb, and Mack pulls open the door for you. You step inside, and he follows suit, sliding into the seat next to you. His hand finds your thigh as the car pulls into the street, fingers caressing the seam on the inner thigh of your jeans. You haven’t been in each other's presence since April. So you two have also been on a two-month stint of unwilling celibacy. His hand tries to creep higher, but you politely grab it and place it on your lap. You send him a sharp look and jerk your head in the direction of the driver.
You could already see the headlines: “Uber Driver Tells All: NHL Star, Macklin Celebrini and Girlfriend Caught Getting Handsy in the Backseat.” You would be relegated to the title of girlfriend or Sidney Crosby’s daughter, depending on which news source is writing the article. So it was best to stay respectful in public.
The driver pulls up to your hotel, and you give a quick thanks before letting Macklin lead you out of the back seat.
“Do you even know where you’re going?” You chuckle as he drags you into the hotel.
“No, but you’ll tell me.” He says matter-of-factly.
“This way.” You take the reins and walk towards the elevator.
You look over at Mack, his pupils blown wide. He looks intoxicated, but it can’t be the case. Neither of you has had a lick of alcohol all night. The moment the elevator doors slide closed, Mack’s mouth is attacking yours.
“You are really impatient.” You mutter between kisses.
“It’s been two months, baby, cut me some slack here. Can’t I miss my girlfriend?”
“You can miss me.” You smile and peck his mouth again, “Missing me is very much appreciated.”
“Did you miss me?” Mack raises a brow, noticing the lack of verbal reciprocation on the feeling.
“So much.”
“Good.” Mack presses one last kiss to your cheek as the bell of the elevator rings.
You lead Mack down the hallway and unlock the door to your room. You toe off your shoes and start removing your jewelry. Earrings and rings first, before the bracelets and necklaces, save for the bracelet Mack got for your birthday and the necklace with your birthstone that you never take off.
Mack sits down on the hotel bed, watching you put the accessories into your travel case, fingers tapping on his thigh incessantly.
“Do you want your present now or later?” You ask, looking over your shoulder.
“Later. Can you please just come over here? I'm dying, baby.” Mack whines, and you move to the bed.
“Dying? Should I call the doctors?” You ask, swinging your leg over his lap, hands braced on his shoulders. Mack’s hands grip your waist as you settle into his hold.
“No, just need you.”
“So I’m the remedy?” You run your fingers through his hair, and the feeling of his cock starting to press against the zipper of his pants has you smirking.
“And the problem.” He jokes, and you roll your eyes.
“I can tell.” You tease and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “What does the birthday boy want?”
“You.”
“Well, I know that, but anything specific? What do you need?” His eyes nearly roll back into his head every time your nails scrape against his scalp.
“Nothing specific, just want to be with you.” He says sweetly, and you give him a real kiss this time.
Warmth seeps into your bones as your hands move from Mack’s hair, down his neck and chest, before reaching the hem of his shirt.
“Can I take it off?” You mutter against his mouth, and he nods.
You work the shirt over his head, discarding it behind you somewhere, all the while still kissing him. Mack’s tongue prods at the seam of your mouth, and you let him inside. He moves the hair away from your neck and presses wet kisses on the skin. You cradle his head in your hands as he continues his assault. Mack sucks a particularly harsh hickey right below your ear, causing you to gasp. The sensation is replaced by his tongue darting out to soothe the bruise. His hips buck into yours, pressing the seam of your jeans right into your clit, and shudders of building pleasure roll through your body. Your underwear is growing damp by the minute.
“You’re disgusting.” You chide, feeling Mack smile against your neck.
“And yet you’ve never told me to stop.” He grins up at you before taking your weight from his lap and flipping you to lie flat on the bed.
“I can like it and still think you’re gross.” You widen your legs and let Mack settle between them.
You pull off your shirt and throw it to where you’d put Mack’s. The black lace bra you had on underneath has him groaning and shifting to hover over top of you.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” You tease, and Mack takes offense.
“That’s all you have to say about me?” He gasps and pinches your side.
“Don’t worry, I think you're beautiful, too, pretty boy.” You cup his cheek as Mack’s hand moves up and down your jean-covered outer thigh.
“I was really worried there for a second.” He leans down and kisses your mouth one last time before making his way down your body.
His lips trail down your neck and collarbone, mouthing at the skin of your sternum before moving to the swells of your breasts. Mack finds the waistband of your jeans, sitting back on his haunches to undo the fly. You help him shimmy them off of you, and he takes off his own pants as well, the hard line of his dick evident behind his tented briefs. The pile of clothes on the floor continues to accumulate.
“Need any help with that?” You tease, sitting up on your forearms.
“Maybe later.”
“No birthday blowjob?” Your gaze follows him as he moves back up your body to be face-to-face.
“Tempting, but I want to taste you first.” Mack grins as your hand runs through his hair, fingertips trailing lightly over his face.
“All of the options in the world, and he wants to be the giver on his birthday.” Your thumb brushes over his bottom lip, and he bites at the tip of it.
“What I like the look of you all fucked out.” He settles between your legs, hands rubbing up and down your thighs.
“Jesus.” You groan, throwing your head back against the pillows.
“My name is Mack, baby.” You roll your eyes hard.
“You’re ridiculous like that was actually the worst joke ever.”
“It wasn’t that bad.” He leans forward to rest his face on your stomach, pressing soft kisses to your navel.
“Really?” You look at him, facial expression, asking him if he’s joking.
“Fine, it was bad.” His fingers hook underneath the sides of your underwear and pull them off completely. You’re wet, like really wet, folds glistening in the dim lamplight. If Mack could get harder than he already is, his dick would be blue. “Fuck me.”
“Trying to, but we just keep on talking.” Mack pulls you towards the edge of the bed, kneeling between your legs.
“Well, I like talking with you,” He says, kissing the inside of your knee.
“I like talking too, but like I’m pretty much naked right now, and I’d really like you to eat me out.”
“I can’t say no to that.” Mack bites your sensitive inner thigh, causing you to jolt.
“Mack, please.” You plead, the heat flooding your body is filling you with anticipation.
His lips press the tiniest kiss to your clit, providing nothing to give you the high you’ve been chasing for months. Yes, the phone sex had been plentiful, but the toys and your fingers just weren’t cutting it anymore. You need Mack to give you everything you’d been waiting for.
“Mack…” Your fingers fist the sheets as he sends you a teasing smirk.
“Yeah, baby?” He rests his cheek against your thigh, stopping any progression towards your much-wanted orgasm.
“Please. I don’t want to beg for a third time.” Your voice is raspy as you look down at your boyfriend.
“Since you asked so nicely.” He hooks a leg over his shoulder and fully dives in.
He licks a long stripe through your folds, collecting your slick on his tongue. You let out a long moan as your hand tangles in his hair. You feel Mack smile against your pussy, before finding your clit and giving it a light suck.
“Oh fuck!” You tug at his hair, and Mack whines into your skin.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No,” Mack peers at you breathlessly, talking in between kisses and licks, “keep going.”
“You too.” You can feel your orgasm building as his tongue circles your already sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fucking hell.”
Macklin is properly making out with your pussy, tongue everywhere, your clit throbbing in his mouth. The coil of pleasure is reaching its breaking point as he throws the other one of your legs over his shoulder for more leverage. His hands brace against your hips, holding them down as his tongue fucks into your entrance.
“Oh fuck, oh my god.” You throw an arm over your eyes, “I’m so close, baby.”
“Cum, please cum for me.”
You press your heels into his back, grinding into his face as best as you can in a prone position. Every time his nose bumps your clit, another wave of ecstasy brings you closer to the edge.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” You heave, chest rising rapidly.
Mack knows you’re close. The way you’re roughly gripping his hair and the incoherent string of expletives falling from your mouth are a telltale sign of your impending orgasm.
“Cum for me, baby.” He manages to speak before burying his face back into your folds. Mack gives one last harsh suck on your clit, and it’s over for you.
You just let go as a wash of euphoria rips through your body. Heat spreads from the center of your body to the tips of your fingers. Mack presses a few featherlight kisses to your inner thigh, being wary to not overstimulate your body.
“I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a long time.” You grin lazily, beckoning Mack to come to you.
“Yeah, are you okay?” He crawls up onto the bed, hovering over you as you push up on your forearms. Mack cranes his neck down to press his mouth to yours. You smile into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his neck, slowly guiding his back to the bed.
“I’m good.”
“Ready for more already?” Mack asks, hands settling on your waist.
“I bounce back quickly.” You reach your hands behind your back to unhook your bra, but you stop. “Wait, condoms.”
“In my wallet.” Mack points to his pants on the floor.
“That is so douchey of you.” You move off of him and grab his pants from the floor. You pull his wallet from the back pocket, sure enough, there is a strip of condoms where cash should be. “Like genuinely a frat boy move.”
“I just like to be prepared.” He leans against the pillows, watching you rip off one of the condoms. You find a small tube of lube you packed in your suitcase and walk to the bed.
You throw the package at him, and he catches it with ease. You unhook your bra and leave it on the floor. Mack looks you up and down, acting like he hasn’t ever seen you fully naked.
“Perv.” You straddle his lap again, his cock pressing against your ass.
“I’m just appreciating the view.” He looks up at you, hands rubbing up and down your sides.
“That’s so corny.”
“What? You look good.” Mack kisses your collarbone, fingers brushing underneath your breasts.
“Why, thank you.” You run your hands over his shoulders.
He nips at your skin, gaze roaming all over your naked body. Mack is beginning to look desperate as his hips buck up for friction. You let out a breathless sigh, the stimulation has heat pooling in your stomach.
“Baby?” He asks, pulling his head away from your neck.
“Yeah?” You respond, eyes heavy with lust.
“I want you to ride me.”
You nod and grab the condom from the bed, sliding off his lap, “Take off your briefs.”
Mack obeys quickly and pulls off his underwear quickly. His cock slaps against his stomach, red and flushed with pre-come collecting at the tip. You take the condom wrapper between your teeth and tear it open.
“Fuck that’s hot.” Mack settles back against the pillows, watching you pull out the condom.
“Anything turns you on, bro.” You joke.
“Please don’t call me bro right now.” He looks at you pointedly, but is quickly cut off by the feeling of you rolling the condom down his length.
“Sorry, baby.” You straddle him again, but stay up on your knees.
“I need to be inside you.” He groans hands cupping your hips.
“Okay.”
You look down and take hold of his dick, pour a generous amount of lube into your hand. Mack’s head lolls to the side as you pump it a few times, spreading the lube over the condom. You line it up with your entrance before sliding down the length of him. Your walls flutter around him to adjust to his size. Once he’s fully seated inside you, you both take a pause. Mack sits up, arms wrapped around your body, keeping you in place.
“Fuck I missed this.” He buries his head into your shoulder.
“Me too.” You kiss the side of his head, “I’m gonna start moving.”
You slowly rise off of him, before sinking down again, using his shoulders as leverage. Mack’s palms make a slow glide to your hips, eyes never leaving your own. You watch every twitch and movement in his face as you roll your hips slowly creating that much-needed friction. His hands cup your breasts, squeezing the flesh, stimulating your sensitive nipples.
“Not just sex, I missed you, Y/N. Like every day, I missed you.” He brushes a strand of hair from your face.
“I missed you so much, too.” You press your cheek against his.
Everything is so soft and gentle, just two people being united in the most intimate way. Mack peppers kisses on your face, trying to muffle his moans against your skin.
“Mack, baby, I want to hear you, don’t be shy with me.” Your pace starts to increase, the head of his cock bumping against your G-spot.
“Fuck baby, move faster, please.” Mack groans out loud as your walls clench around him. You grind down trying to increase the friction on your clit.
You watch Mack bite his lower lip, trying again to muffle his moans. Your hand creeps to his mouth, thumb pressing at his lips.
“Open.” You breathe out and watch him open his mouth willingly.
You press two fingers into his mouth, and he moans around your digits. You grin at the sound, pace increasing as the heat in your stomach starts to spread through your body, every nerve ending on fire. His tongue dances around your fingers, occupying his mouth as you continue to ride on his cock.
“Fuck I’m gonna cum, baby.” He slurs around your fingers, saliva collecting at the corners of his mouth.
“Already?” You remove your fingers from his mouth.
“Don’t tease me.” He whines and fucks his hips into you, trying to chase his climax. Yours is building quickly, too, but you can tell Mack is about to come.
“I need more.” You sigh and snake your hand down your body, fingers finding your clit.
“Lemme help.” Mack replaces your hand with his own, fingers circling your bundle of nerves.
“Fuck that feels good.” You roll your hips faster, finding a pace that makes your orgasm start to build.
“Baby, can I cum please?” He asks, mouthing at your breasts.
“Yeah, go ahead.” You nod and throw your arms over his shoulders.
Mack guides your hips up and down his length, increasing your pace to bring him to his climax. The coil in your stomach tightens again, your orgasm approaching quickly.
“Fuck I’m right there.” He rubs your clit faster, trying to bring you right to the edge with him.
“So close.” You mutter and kiss him, moving chest to chest as you ride him. “You can cum, baby.”
“Not without you.”
Mack moves his hand from between the two of you and cradles the back of your head. Your mouths move against each other as you both tip over the edge. Mack cums first, and you follow suit moments later. You know he’ll pout, but at this point, you don’t care.
You slump forward, fully sweaty and spent, legs cramping from the position and spasming from the orgasm. Mack has his face buried in the side of your neck, mouth pressing light kisses on the skin.
“Let’s not go that long without sex again.” He jokes, and you just let out a chuckle.
“Yeah, it might have to be another month, though.”
“Not unless I come visit you in London.” Mack offers, looking up at you with his sparkly green eyes.
“What about training?” You ask, lifting your hips, slowly sliding off of him. There’s a slight emotional emptiness that comes with the sensation of being actually empty.
Mack pauses before answering, “There’s gotta be rinks in England.”
“True.” You watch him push off the bed as best as he can, rolling off the condom and discarding it in the trash. He picks up his briefs from the floor before disappearing into the bathroom. “Would you really come through?”
“Would I actually come? Baby…you think that lowly of me?” He re-emerges with a wet towel to clean you up and his briefs back on.
“No, but I know you’re busy.”
“Not too busy for you, your first Wimbledon is a big fucking deal, and I already feel bad enough that I missed the Australian and French Opens. I’ll be there.” Mack picks up his shirt from the floor and hands it to you.
“Okay,” You smile, warmth flooding your chest, you just love him so much.
“Can I?” He touches your knee softly, and you nod, parting your legs again.
Mack cleans you up, making sure to be careful with your sensitive skin. You pull his shirt over your head when he’s done wiping between your legs.
“Oh! Your birthday present. Gimme a second.”
“Take your time.” Mack settles back onto the bed.
You push onto shaky legs and walk to the bathroom, making sure to pee so you don’t get a UTI. You exit the bathroom and grab a clean pair of underwear, sliding them on before reaching for the small box containing Macklin’s gift.
“You really didn’t have to get me anything.” Mack sighs and takes the box from your hand as you crawl into bed beside him.
“I know, but I love you, and I give gifts to people I love, so you’ll just have to deal with it.”
“I guess I will,” He undoes the ribbon and pulls off the top of the box. “What did you get me?”
“Just look in the box.” You rest your cheek against his shoulder, watching him pull the piece of paper from the box.
“It’s paper.” He teases, holding the folded sheet.
“Read it.” You pinch his arm.
His eyes scan over the contents of the paper, “What the fuck, Y/N.”
“Surprise! We’re going to Hawaii.”
“You’re crazy.” Mack kisses your mouth and pulls away with a smile.
“Maybe, but we’ll be there for a week just the two of us. It’s obviously after Wimbledon ends, so you’ll be okay to take a week away from the rink, right?”
“If they have a gym, then yes.”
“Is that even a question?” You raise an eyebrow.
“I’m kidding, yeah, I’ll gladly take a week away with you. Thank you, Y/N, this is an amazing gift.” He pulls you into his side.
“You’re welcome, Mack.” You grin. “So how would you rate this birthday?”
“10/10, best birthday ever.” He answers.
“Such high praise.”
“What can I say, my girlfriend surprises me by flying here before Wimbledon after not seeing each other for two months, then we have mind-blowing sex.” You shove his shoulder lightly, “Then she gets me a trip to Hawaii, a week for just the two of us. Overall, a really great day.”
“I guess you could say that.” You get under the covers of the bed as Mack sets his gift on the nightstand.
“Yeah, it’s been a good day.” Mack kisses your hairline as he crawls under the sheets with you.
“I’m glad,” You mutter, eyes starting to droop with sleep, “Happy Birthday, Mack, I love you.”
“I love you too, thank you for a good day.” He wraps his arms around you, head resting on your chest, and you throw a leg over his hip.
“No problem.” You smile sleepily, the warmth of being tangled in his embrace lulling you to sleep. “Goodnight, birthday boy.”
“Goodnight, baby.” You reach over to the side table and turn off the lamp, enveloping you both in the darkness of the night.
a/n - this is lowkey freakier than I thought it would be. How do you write smut without cringing? I had to take breaks when writing this.
Summary: Hours after you mistake him for a pga store employee, you’re going out to dinner with none other than Connor Bedard. But how do you explain to him that your brother is one of the best players in the league?
Warnings: nothing that I can really think of, the writing is kind of all over the place, lowkey cringe but it’s alright, not proofread
authors note: wow this was incredibly hard to write for some reason so sorry about that 😖 idk why I struggled with it but whew golly that was a pain to finish
The neon exit sign glowed above your head as you waited for Connor to emerge from the showers. You were honestly surprised with your actions today. Usually you weren't bold enough to ask out pretty boys at the pga store. But, here you were, about to go out to dinner with Connor Bedard, who you had only just met that morning.
Your phone buzzed with another text from Connor—a simple, I'll be out in a few. You let out a breath, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles on your blouse as you opened your camera, checking your makeup and hair. Your car was only a short distance from the exit. But thankfully, it wasn't where the players and coaching staff parked. So the chances of seeing Cale were extremely low.
You felt like a high schooler again sneaking behind your brother's back, but you had no interest in telling Cale who you were hanging out with tonight. He was one of the biggest worriers you knew. Unfortunately, he also couldn't keep a secret and if he saw you with Connor tonight, the whole league would know within 48 hours.
Suddenly, Connor appeared from down the hall. “Hey.” He greeted, voice soft as he walked up to you. His hair was still damp at the ends from the shower. When he got closer, you caught the scent of his cologne, and warmth spread across your cheeks instantly.
“Hey, you played good out there tonight.” You told him, smiling softly. The nerves you had been feeling up until this moment lessened when he smiled at the compliment.
“I’m sorry I didn't tell you who I was when I got your number. I just–” He started, voice carrying his regret.
You stopped the apology, shaking your head. “Connor, it's fine, really.”
“Are you sure? I don't wanna ruin this before it even starts.” he said, guilt flashing across his features.
“I’m not upset about it. I understand.” You assured him. Taking a deep breath, you added, “and plus, I wasn't really telling you everything either.”
He hesitated slightly. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” You started, choosing your words carefully. Your mind racing with the easiest way to tell him that he had just played against your brother. “My brothers are hockey player too.”
“Oh, so you did know who I was?” He asked.
You laughed, hands trembling slightly from nerves. “No. I really only follow their teams.”
“Who are they? Maybe I know them.” He smiled.
You mentally face-palmed. You were making it more confusing than it had to be. But there was no backing out now.
“You definitely know one of them, for sure.” You agreed, nodding your head towards the door. You honestly weren't sure if Cale had already left or not, cursing him for leaving the life360 group with you when he got a new phone.
“Whats his name?” He asked, walking beside you out into the cold Denver air.
“Cale.” You simply replied, busying yourself with digging for your keys. There really wasn't a guidebook to telling people that your brother was arguably one of the best defenseman in the league.
He slowed his pace, the gears in his head working overtime to figure out what you were hinting at. “Cale?” He repeated.
“Yeah.” You nodded, pursing your lips. Finally working up the courage to look at him.
“Cale as in… Cale Makar?” Connor asked slowly, his mouth falling open slightly.
“Yes.” You confirmed, flashing him a smile that was more of a grimace. His face quickly morphed from confusion to shock. You could practically see the questions forming.
“Like,” He paused again. “The same Cale that I just played against?”
“Yes, he's my older brother.”
His eyes went wide, absorbing the information. “Wow.” He finally said.
Truthfully, he was taking it better than most. The last guy you had told outwardly laughed in your face and said that lying was a sin. So you did what anyone would do—you made Cale record a video with you and send it to him. The guy had tried to apologize. You blocked him.
“Can you say something other than wow, please?” You asked.
He laughed slightly. “Thats crazy.” He said instead.
“Connor, that's not better!” You groaned, throwing your arms up.
“What? It doesn't change anything.” He simply shrugged, opening your car door for you.
“What do you mean?” You asked, getting in the car and glancing up at him.
“I still wanna take a pretty girl out to dinner. I don't care who her brothers are. Even if one just whooped my ass” He said, leaning against the door.
A grin spread across your face, and you suddenly felt ridiculously happy. “Yeah? You really mean that?”
“Of course I do.” He said honestly, his gaze never wavering.
You looked at him. Like, really looked at him. There was no hesitation in his features. He was confident in a way that drove you absolutely feral. There was no performance or mask to him, he was just undoubtedly him.
“Thank you.” You finally said.
“For what?” His brows furrowed in confusion.
“For not running the opposite direction after you found out my last name.” You told him honestly, fiddling with the bracelet you had on.
“Have people actually done that to you?”
“Yeah, usually because they think I’m lying.” You shrugged.
“Thats their loss.” He told you, stepping back to close your door. “Ready to go to dinner and I can officially get to know you?” He asked with a teasing grin.
Connor was different from other guys you had liked in the past—even if you had only met him today. He had been nothing but sweet to you. And for the first time in a while, you wondered what it would feel like to let someone in.
You let out a small laugh, a newfound excitement flowing through your veins. “Sounds like a good plan.”
Summary: A Celebrini Olympic special and… Will Smith?
Warnings: swearing maybe, use of y/n, my little knowledge of figure skating
Authors Note: Thank you so much for all the support on my other works!! I absolutely love reading your comments! This was so rushed but I hope people still like it 😭
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a/n - that’s a shit ass summary but oh well! natemack you are a brainworm to me I have written two fics for him in the span of two weeks. long ass fics too that end up at 5.1k, strange. Anyways, I promise I am working on Connor and figure skater reader though!
You feel like you’ve been pregnant for 10 years.
It’s an exaggeration, yes. But when you’re a week past your due date, and you feel like you’re going stir crazy from the anticipation, time seems to move more slowly. Nate’s been on edge all week. He left for a roadie on Monday, and his worst fear is missing the birth of your daughter. So he calls three times a day: morning, noon, and night. Your answer every time has been the same.
“No baby yet, it’s all good.”
Not that it does much to ease his worries. You’ve been to your OB three times this week alone, monitoring the health of your baby and the placenta. She says if your water doesn’t break by today, when Nate conveniently gets home, they’ll induce you on Saturday morning. You’d love to be induced now and get the baby out, but Nate needs to be there.
“We’re about to take off. Still no baby yet?” Nate asks.
“Nope, she’s still cozied up inside me.” Your phone is pressed to your ear, and you sigh, looking down at your bump, which has dropped more in the last few days. “Not coming out, the second you get home, I’m giving you a day to get mentally prepared because I’m going to be induced tomorrow. This motherfucking baby is coming out of me by the end of this weekend.”
“Okay baby, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable any longer.” Nate agrees quickly, he doesn’t like the idea of you being uncomfortable any longer than you have to be.
“I really just need you to come home. Having four parents hovering around me waiting for this baby to come, I’m suffocating.”
“I’ll be home in two hours, and then we can go have our baby girl.” He reassures you. “I’ve gotta go now, I'll be back soon. Text me if anything changes.”
“I assure you nothing will. I’ll still be a beached whale when you come home.” You sigh and watch the front door open, revealing your parents. “My jailers are home. Have a safe flight, baby. I love you.”
“Don’t call your parents your jailers.” Nate laughs, “I love you too. I’ll be back in two hours.”
The call disconnects, and your mother directs your father to put the groceries on the counter. “Hi sweetie, was that Nate?” Your dad kisses the top of your head.
“Yeah, just making sure our baby girl hasn’t started to make her way out.” Your humor, nearing the end of your pregnancy, has become far more crude, “If my water doesn’t break today, we’re going to the hospital tomorrow morning.”
“Alright, we got you both some groceries, and Kathy is coming over later to help me prepare some meals for you both so you don’t have to think about cooking.” Your mom begins unpacking the bags, and despite calling them your jailers, your parents and Nate's have been heaven-sent.
“Thanks, Mom. I think I’m gonna go take a nap.” You let out a yawn, hands braced on your lower back, the area has become increasingly more stiff over the past two days.
“We’ll get you up by the time Nate gets home.” She nods, opening the refrigerator.
“If I’m not up by the time he gets home just send him upstairs.”
“Will do, honey.” Your dad pushes you up the stairs, finally, and you slowly trudge back to your room.
Crawling under the covers, you wrap yourself around the pregnancy pillow that Nate hates so much, and get some shut-eye. In what feels like two minutes passing, you wake up to the feeling of a hand on your face. You blink your eyes open to see Nate smiling down at you.
“Hi, my love.” You mumble, sleep still a warm blanket over you.
“Hi, baby.” He kisses your cheek gently. “Sleep okay?”
“I didn't mean to sleep so long.” Nate helps you up, and you brace your hands on his shoulders. “I’m glad you’re back.”
“Me too.” Nate presses his mouth against yours, and you melt into the kiss. “I’m glad our baby girl decided to wait for me. I would never forget myself if I missed her birth.”
“Well, you have a two-day break, and our baby girl will be here tomorrow.”
“I know I can’t wait to meet her.” He presses a hand to your bump, “Let’s get you something to eat before we settle in for the night. I’ll check the hospital bag one more time.”
“Okay.” You nod and walk downstairs to the sound of laughter coming from your and Nate’s parents. “Its strange to have everyone here.”
“The fullest the house has been in a while. But, I missed it.”
“Not me?” You joke.
“You the most out of everything.” He kisses the side of your head.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Your dad laughs as the two of you walk down the stairs.
“It’s the evening, Dad.” You roll your eyes.
“You were out for a while.” Your mom notes, and you join her and Kathy in the living room.
“I am so tired all the time. My back hurts too, like I can’t see my feet anymore.”
“All a part of the process.” Kathy pats your shoulder.
“Good game in Minnesota, son.” Graham pats Nate on the shoulder.
“Thanks, Dad.” Nate smiles and sits down on the couch next to you. “Comfortable?”
“No, but what can you do?” You place your feet into his lap and Nate rubs small circles on the inside of your ankle. “Fuck my back hurts.”
“Language, darling.” Your mother scolds, and you sigh.
“I’m 41 years pregnant, mom, let me have this please?”
“Very funny, but you’ll have to watch that mouth of yours once the baby is born.” She raises an eyebrow, and you nod.
“Nate’s not much better.”
“Throwing me under the bus, in front of our parents? Is this what our marriage has come to?” Nate scoffs, pinching your shin. You laugh, trying to swat his hand away.
“Ack!” You screech, as he tickles the bottom of your foot.
“Tickling your pregnant wife is not very nice of you, Nathan. I taught you better.” Kathy lightly smacks the back of his head in a teasing manner.
“You did.” Nate ceases his tickling, “See a perfect gentleman.”
“Sure…” You narrow your eyes and try to stand up, “Someone help me up.”
Nate gets off the couch and helps you up, steadying you before letting you walk in the direction of the kitchen. “Are you ready for dinner, hon?” Your mom calls from the living room.
“Yeah, I can help make something.” You open the refrigerator and feel your back twinge, a grimace forming on your face.
“You okay, baby?” Nate asks, noticing the look on your face.
“Yeah.” You pause for a moment before straightening up again. “What do people want to eat?”
“We got this, sweetheart, you just relax.” Your father comes up behind you, and you wince again as the pain in your back starts in your stomach. The cramping feeling has you gripping the table. “Everything okay, sweetheart?”
Nate crosses the room with concern written on his face, “Talk to me, baby.” His hand comes to your face, and you look at him.
“I think I’m in labor, my water hasn’t broken yet, but fuck, this kid has great timing.” You lean over the counter with your head resting against the cool marble.
“Oh shit.” Nate rubs your back soothingly. “Should we get you to the hospital?”
“No, my contractions aren’t close enough, and my water hasn’t broken yet. We should eat dinner and maybe get some rest, because once my water breaks, there’s no stopping this baby from coming.” You stand up straight.
“You’re in labor, sit down, please.” Nate steers you away from the kitchen. “I’ll make dinner, you just sit down.”
“Fine, fine.” The cramping feeling goes away, but the spike in your anxiety. The realization that you will be having this baby within the next day or so has you in shock.
The next contraction comes twenty minutes later, your mom holds your hand through the 30 seconds, and you can see the concern in Nate’s eyes.
“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Can I get you some water?” Your mom brushes some stray strands of hair from your eyes.
“I think I want to go put a pad on for precaution, just so it’s less of a mess when my water breaks.”
“Let me help you upstairs then.” You look over at Nate, and he’s watching you like a hawk.
“I’m fine, my love, just going to change into something more comfortable.” You squeeze his hand as you walk past the kitchen and move upstairs.
It goes on the same way for hours, your labor progressing at snail's pace and Nate worrying about even leaving your side. You're both lying in bed, your water has yet to break, and your contractions are twenty minutes apart.
“I feel like we should go to the hospital.” Nate is anxious, and probably going through every worst-case scenario his brain can imagine.
“Once my contractions are closer together or my water breaks, we can.” You mumble, cuddling closer to your pregnancy pillow.
“I’m just worried.” He finally lays down, cradling you from behind.
“I know you are, but we’ve still got a long way to go. Baby Girl isn’t here yet.” You bring his hand to your mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles.
“But she’s coming. What should I do about the game? We play on Monday.”
“If you want to go play, you can, but if you want to stay with me, that's fine too. You don’t have to make a decision now, there’s still time.” You feel sleep trying to overcome you, but another contraction hits, and you have to grit your teeth.
“Another one?” Nate sits up, and it’s pretty clear that neither of you is going to get much sleep tonight. “We could go for a walk? Or maybe you could take a hot bath?”
“Bath sounds nice.” You push out of bed and walk into the en-suite bathroom. “Are you gonna join me?”
“This is for you. Besides, the tub isn’t big enough for both of us.” Nate shakes his head.
“Fine…I’ll get you in the bath with me someday.” You grin and turn on the faucet.
“We did that on our honeymoon.”
“But that tub was the size of a small pool. I mean the one in this house.” You pour a generous amount of Epsom salt and bubble bath into the scalding hot water.
“Maybe sometime.” Nate pulls out the soft, fluffy towels you both preserve for special occasions.
“Not even when I’m in labor?” You scoff and start to strip out of your sleep clothes.
“Don’t make me sound like a bad husband.” He turns off the faucet and helps you into the tub.
The hot water does wonders to soothe some of your aching muscles, not everything, but enough to make you feel more comfortable. Nate sits down on the ledge, and you rest your head on his thigh.
“I’m nervous.” You finally speak, saying the two words neither of you had dared to say.
“Me too. Like, I don’t know how to care for a baby, what if I drop her, or I’m never here enough, and I miss all the big milestones?”
“You’ll be here, and there will be plenty of milestones for you to see. But whether you will be there for her physically or not, our girl will know her dad loves her.” Nate strokes your head gently.
“You’re gonna be a great mom.”
“And you’re gonna be a great dad. Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, it will only make you miss the little things.” You look up at him.
“The little things?” He questions.
“The small moments that feel inconsequential at the time but will mean everything in the future. If you aren’t there for the milestones, who cares? Make your own. Ones that are gonna be important to you.” You straighten out your back and lean closer up near his hip.
“You always know what to say, don’t you?” Nate smiles.
“One of my many talents. It’s the empathetic side of me, or my bedside manner, not really sure.” You hum before feeling another contraction come on. Nate grabs your hand as you breathe through the cramping sensation. Once it relents, you take a deep breath, “That one was like 45 seconds.”
“They’re getting longer and closer together. Your last one was only 18 minutes ago.” Nate looks down at his watch.
“Two minutes closer now.” You sigh, “This is getting more real by the second.”
“Your water hasn’t broken yet?” He asks and you shake your head.
“Once they get to five minutes apart and are 60 seconds long, we can go. Or if anything concerning starts happening.” You feel your baby girl moving around, a sign that everything is okay and nothing is wrong.
“Okay. Is the bath helping at least?”
“A little, it’s the closest I’m probably going to get to sleeping for the next few days, so I’ll take what I can get.” You run your hand through the bubbles sitting on top of the water. “You can go get some sleep, though. I’ll wake you up if anything happens.”
“No, I’ll stay with you. If you’re sleep deprived, I will be too.” Nate shakes his head, and you rest your head further into his side.
Nothing happens until three am.
You and Nate are downstairs taking laps around the living room when your water breaks. Luckily, you had opted to wear a sanitary pad, so the damage to your clothes wasn’t too bad. Then it’s go time.
Nate checks the hospital bag one last time while you change into some new clothes. Your mom pokes her head out of the guest bedroom door, blinking a few times.
“My water broke, Momma. We’re going to the hospital now. Nate will call you once labor processes more, go back to sleep.” You whisper, and you can see the smile spreading across her face.
“My baby is having her baby.” You can see the tears in her eyes, “You’ll do amazing, honey. Remind Nate to keep us updated. All four of us will want to be there as soon as possible.”
You give her a long hug, “I’ll make sure he does.”
“Good, now off you go.”
You walk back down the stairs and make your way into the garage. Nate helps you into the car, and you begin the drive to the hospital.
•••
You finally get some sleep when they administer your epidural. Nate rests on the chair next to your bed, but doesn’t get much sleep himself. He’d hoped that finally seeing you out of some of your pain would help him relax, but the time until your daughter joins you two in this world is slowly approaching, and the anticipation is ruining his chances of sleeping.
“Go to sleep, Nate.” You murmur, peeking your eyes open slightly.
“Did I wake you?”
“Yes, I can hear your thoughts in my sleep. You are exuding anxiety right now. Just try to sleep a little, please? I’m fine, the baby is fine, you’re fine.” You look over at him, thumb running over his knuckles gently.
“I’m sorry, it’s just getting so close. She’s gonna be here soon.”
“I know, but we’re still a few hours off from that. Sleep for now, I’ll wake you up if anything changes.” You let your eyes close again, trying to get some shut-eye.
Nate does eventually fall asleep, a measly two hours, but enough to rejuvenate him for the actual birthing process. The nurse walks in to check your progress, while Nate is holding your hand, pushing your hair away from your damp forehead.
“Well, Mama, you’re 9 centimeters dilated, we’ll come back in about thirty minutes to see if you made it to full dilation.”
“Okay.” You nod and rest your head back against the pillows. She covers your legs with the blankets and leaves both of you alone. “I thought this would be faster.”
“It’s been 12 hours at this point.” Nate looks at the clock, realizing that it’s now 5 in the morning.
“This is taking a long time. Like I knew it would, but it’s still a shock.”
“Yeah, I thought once your water broke, it would be quicker.” Nate sits back into the chair, “Do you need anything? Like ice chips or to walk around?”
“Ice chips would be good.” You nod, and Nate walks out the door, but not before kissing your sweaty forehead, not that it matters to him.
You reach for your phone and see that your messages have blown up.
MELISSA LANDESKOG
You’re gonna do great Y/N!
I’m sending all of my love to you, Nate and Baby MacKinnon! 🩷
TRACY MAKAR
Happy Labor Day!
Can’t wait to meet the little one soon!
SID
Nate texted saying you were in labor, and as Godfather (don’t deny it, you both know she’s going to be my goddaughter), I sent a care package in the mail. All the essentials for Baby N and you, can’t wait to meet her in the summer!
MOM
Love you, sweetheart. Text me or have Nate text Dad and me once you feel comfortable having visitors.
KATHY
Just woke up to Nate’s texts. I know your mom will have sent something similar, but text us once you’re ready for visitors!
DAD
We love you and Nate so much, can’t wait to meet my granddaughter.
YOUR SISTER
I’ve booked my flights, and I will be in Denver tomorrow!
Good luck with everything.
I can't wait to meet my niece!
SARAH
Nate just texted and said you were in labor!
I’m going to try to get to Denver as soon as possible!
Tell her Aunt Sarah says hi, and I’ll spoil her once I get to see her!
Nate comes back with a cup of ice chips and a coffee for himself. Probably black with no cream or sugar, slightly psychotic in your opinion, but you have the biggest sweet tooth, so anything without sugar in it is an abomination to you.
“Rubbing it in my face, aren’t you?” You take the ice chips from him and pop one into your mouth.
“I don’t mean to baby.” He’s being very sweet about it.
“I know you don’t, but my body is being kept awake by the worst cramps of my life, basically.” You set your phone back onto the table, “I would love caffeine instead right about now.”
Nate laughs and sets the cup down, “I would happily give you some, but I’m afraid the nurse would disapprove.”
“I know she would. They run a tight ship around here.” Your phone buzzes, and you look at the notification.
“Who is it?”
“Your dad. He’s saying what the rest have been saying. Good luck and tell us when the baby is here so we can see her.” You turn off your phone again. “Also, Sid is sending a care package. Said it was his duty as our daughter's godfather.”
“He gave himself the title already, huh?” Nate raises an eyebrow.
“He wasn’t wrong though, he is her godfather.” You shrug.
“Yeah he’s very intuitive.”
“Oh fuck.” You feel another contraction coming on, and Nate grabs your hand. “We’ve got to be close.”
“Should I grab the nurse?” He asks, and you nod. Everything about this contraction feels like it’s go time.
“Please.”
“He comes back quickly, your labor and delivery nurse trailing right behind him. “Alright, Mama, let’s take a look. Yep, you are fully dilated. I’ll grab the doctor, and we’ll begin the process of bringing your baby into the world.”
“Is this really happening?” You look up at Nate, bleary-eyed.
“Yeah, it is, I don’t think I’m ready.”
“Me neither.” You chuckle wetly, “Oh God, I’m not ready, Nate.”
“Hey, hey, look at me.” Now it was his turn to talk you off a ledge, “We’ve got this, more importantly, you got this. In a little bit, we’re gonna finally be able to hold our daughter. In real life, she’s going to be real, and she’ll be ours to love and cherish forever.”
“You’re right.” Another contraction comes, and your body feels an overwhelming urge to push. “I need the doctor now.”
“We’re back,” The nurse says cheerfully, your OB, Dr. Jeffries flocking just behind.
“Let’s see your progress, Y/N.” She props your feet up and flips up the blanket, “Oh yes, it’s time to start pushing. Dad go stand by her head and take her hand.”
Nate follows her directions and takes your hand, brushing sweaty strands of hair from your forehead. “I’m here, baby.”
“When you feel the next contraction, I’m going to need you to push as hard as possible.”
“Okay.” You nod and take some deep breaths.
“Alright and push.” Dr. Jeffries urges, and you bear down.
You let out a grunt, the pressure of your baby moving through the birthing canal a strange sensation that you’ve never felt before. Nate flinches as you squeeze the hell out of his hand, but it’s not his place to complain while you’re going through the miracle of childbirth.
“Relax now.” You let out a breath as the contraction slows to a stop. “You’re doing well, Y/N. I’m starting to see the baby's head.”
“You think I could be one of those women who gets this done in 15 minutes?” You try to catch your breath.
“It’s possible, but since this is your first, it could take up to an hour.” Dr. Jeffries replies, and you lean your head back against the pillows.
“14-hour labor, not the worst I’ve heard o- fuck me!” You begin, but are cut off by the contraction.
“Alright, another big push.” You death-grip Nate’s arm. “Good job, Mama.”
“I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can, baby, you’ve got this. You’re doing so well.” Nate kisses your temple. He wants this to be over for you. He can tell you’re in pain, and he would do anything to make it better for you.
You continue to push for the next fifty minutes, and the feeling that you’ve made little progress has you exhausted. Nate wipes your forehead with a towel and helps pull your hair away from your face. He detangles your hair and puts it into a haphazard braid. You’ll teach him how to do it better, but for just learning how to do it, he’s pretty good.
“Thank you, baby.” You take some deep breaths.
“No problem.”
“Two more big pushes, Mama, then your baby will be here.” Nate settles back by your head, and you grip his forearm. “Give me a push now.”
You let out a groan as the next contraction hits, “God, let this be over, please.”
“You’re really close, Mama. We just got to get her shoulders out.” Dr. Jeffries says, and you give a weak nod, you’ve been pushing for nearly an hour, and the exhaustion is evident in your body.
“You’re doing so well, baby.”
“I need this baby out.” You grunt as another contraction comes on.
“Last push Mama.”
“Oh my god! Fucking hell!” You push hard, and Dr. Jeffries helps get your baby out the rest of the way.
“She’s here!” She exclaims, and a piercing cry emits from your daughter. All the exhaustion, pain, and pure joy come out of you in a happy sob, “Do you want to cut the umbilical cord, Dad?”
“Yes.” Nate moves from your head to your feet.
“Cut here. Then we’ll give her to mom.” She directs, and Nate uses the scissors to cut where Dr. Jeffries has pointed. “There you go.”
The nurse cleans your baby girl before moving to the head of the bed and placing her on your chest. Tears immediately flood your eyes as she squirms against your skin.
“She’s perfect.” Your hand strokes her head, “Hi, baby girl, I’m your momma.”
You scoot over on the hospital bed, and Nate sits down next to you. His hand comes up to her back, stroking the soft baby skin.
“And I’m your dad.” Tears fill Nate’s eyes, his arm comes to rest around your shoulders, “She's definitely perfect.”
“I never want to let her go.” You press a kiss to her baby-soft head.
“She’s real now. Like she’s actually here.” Nate tilts your chin up and captures your lips in a tender kiss. “Our girl.”
“Niamh Regina MacKinnon.”
“Hi Niamh, it's nice to finally meet you.” Nate presses a kiss to her head as well.
“We’re gonna love you forever.”
“Forever.”
•••
Any time that Niamh spends outside of your arms, you feel like you’re missing a limb. There’s this ever-present ache anytime you’re apart from her, Nate texted both of your parents to head over to the hospital. One of the nurses helps you change out of the hospital gown and into some more comfy pajamas. Your legs are very wobbly, and every muscle in your body is on fire as Nate helps you back into bed.
“Alright, Mom and Dad, your baby is all cleaned and ready for others to begin showing up.” The nurse places Niamh, all swaddled, in your arms. “She was 9 pounds and 3 ounces and 19.7 inches long, so definitely on the bigger side. She passed everything on the APGAR test and is overall a very healthy baby.”
“What time was she born?” You ask and cradle Niamh close to your chest.
“6:41 am. A very early morning baby. You’re now free to eat food and drink coffee. All of the things. I’ll be back to check in on you and baby in an hour or so.” The nurse nods, “Oh, before I leave, does Baby Girl MacKinnon have a name?”
“Yes, Niamh Regina.”
“That’s beautiful. Can I have a spelling for that?” She asks.
“N. I. A. M. H. R. E. G. I. N. A.” You spell it out for her before smiling down at Niamh, finger brushing over the curve of her nose.
“Thank you, I’ll leave you guys alone for now.” The nurse leaves, and you look over at Nate.
“Your turn, my love.” You look over at him, and his arms instinctively go out.
“She’s so small,” Nate holds her so delicately.
“She did not feel small when she was inside of me.” You laugh. “Oh my god, I’m so hungry.”
“I bet your parents will bring you anything.” He smiles and sits down in the chair next to your bed.
“They would. I want a full American breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, the whole works.” You feel your mouth watering as you think about food. You grab your phone off the table to text your parents, but not before you snap a few quick photos of Nate holding Niamh.
You shoot off a text to your parents, and Nate’s letting them know that they’re free to come to the hospital. You three get twenty more minutes of peace before the two sets of parents come waltzing into the hospital room.
“Oh my god, isn’t she precious!” Your mother coos and looks at the baby in Nate’s arms, “What’s her name?”
“Niamh Regina.”
“The elusive initials finally have a name.” She smiles and makes her way over to you. “And how are you, sweetheart?”
“I'm good, Mom.” You give a soft grin.
“Did everything go okay during the birth?”
“Yeah, nothing concerning, it just took forever.” Your mom laughs and strokes your head.
“You took 17 hours when we had you.” She pulls a brush from the bag she brought and removes the braid that Nate did. There are a lot of knots in your hair, but she manages to get the tangles out and puts it into a cleaner braid. “There.”
“Thank you.”
“Your parents are on their way, Nate. They just stopped to get breakfast for all of us.” Your dad closes the door behind him and makes his way over to see the baby. “Look at her, she looks exactly like you as a baby, sweetheart.”
“She does?” You tilt your head.
“Same pout, cute nose, and face scrunch. She looks exactly like you.” He boops her nose, and she shifts in Nate’s arms.
“We come bearing food!” Kathy announces, and Graham comes in behind her. “Oh, look at her! She’s gorgeous.”
“Niamh Regina,” Nate repeats her name, and his mom strokes the top of her head.
“Oh, it’s beautiful, absolutely perfect for her.” Kathy wipes a few tears and turns back to you, “How are you, honey?”
“Hungry and exhausted, but so happy.”
“Well, I don’t want to take her from your arms so soon, but Gramma wants to hold Little Miss Niamh.” Your mom asks, and Nate nods. Niamh is settled into your mom’s arms, and she bounces your baby gently. “Look at her.”
“I know, could I eat some food?” You look over at Graham.
“Of course, Y/N.” He pulls out the to-go boxes of food, and your mouth waters again.
“I am famished.” You open a box to see hot pancakes, scrambled eggs, and crispy bacon. “This looks so good.”
“Eat up, honey. You deserve it.” Kathy hands one of the boxes to Nate, and you see him indulge in trans fats and sugar for the first time all season. “Not counting calories today, hon?”
“No, we’ve been up for over 36 hours. I can’t even think about a meal plan right now.” Nate shakes his head.
Everyone lets out a laugh, and you continue to eat your food. Niamh is passed around between parents before making her way back to you. Once your girl is settled back into your arms, you suddenly feel very whole again.
“Oh, Nate, honey, sit on the bed. I want to get a picture for Facebook.” Your mom fumbles for her phone.
“Mom, please don’t post it on Facebook. I want it to keep Niamh’s face out of the media.”
“Then it’ll just be for the family pictures.” Your mom nods, and Nate sits down next to you on the hospital bed. “Look at the three of you, the perfect little family.”
“We are.” Nate agrees and places a hand on Niamh’s back while pulling you closer with his other arm.
“Smile.” You both do, and your mom snaps the picture. “Perfect.”
“Yeah, perfect.” You look up at Nate, and he’s smiling down at you.
Within a matter of hours, you were suddenly holding the whole world in your hands.
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October 2024
It was mid October in Denver and you had no idea what to get your brother for his birthday. Because, what do you get for the guy who has two Norris trophies and his name etched on the Stanley Cup?
You had come up with the most logical plan at the time; asking Cale directly. That had been all for nothing, because he insisted you didn’t buy him anything, despite you practically begging for ideas of stuff he needed or wanted. Desperate for an idea you had went to Tracey, Cale's wife. She had said he was always needing new golf gear. So, with a plan beginning to form, you found yourself at the pga store. Lost as your first day of school at University of Denver. You had played golf before, but it wasn’t like you were an expert by any means.
You had gone there hoping to get him a polo or two, but when you saw the rangefinders on sale, an idea formed. Now, you were standing in the middle of the aisle. Spending way too much time looking at the different options. Glancing behind you, you saw what you could only assume was an employee.
You hesitated slightly.
“Excuse me?” You asked, rubbing the back of your neck nervously.
He turned, and you felt heat bloom across your face.
Oh wow.
Oh. Wow.
He was undoubtedly handsome, and for a second your mind went blank. You could’ve sworn you had seen him before. Maybe he was in one of your college classes last year? Or maybe he was someone you had seen at an Avs game? No, you didn’t think you had seen him there.
“Do you work here by chance? I’m not that knowledgeable about golf.” You laughed nervously.
A small grin formed on his face. “Oh, no I don’t work here.”
Your face felt like it was on fire, you wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die. Why did you have to be such an amazing younger sister? It was really starting to bite you in the ass right now. But to your defense, he was wearing a plain black shirt like the rest of the employees. And he was examining the different gloves like it was his job.
“Oh my god.” You rushed out, “I am so sorry. I thought you worked here.”
He laughed slightly. “No worries. Do you need help with something? I’m not an expert but maybe I can help.”
“Are you sure? I feel bad.”
“No, yeah, I’m sure. What’re you looking for?” He glanced down at your basket with the two polos, and you felt yourself wanting him to know it was for your brother and not a boyfriend.
“Well, it’s my brother's birthday soon and I thought about getting him one of these, maybe.” You gestured to the rangefinders. “But I have no clue what the best one is.”
“A rangefinder?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Well, unless it's, like, completely unnecessary.”
“No it’s not unnecessary, but people usually use watches or apps on their phones.” He explained.
“Oh, so he definitely already does that then.” You sighed, feeling like an utter fool in front of a ridiculously handsome guy.
“What about headcovers?” He suggested, “I’m pretty sure they have a bunch, and you can’t go wrong with those.”
“Okay, yeah.” You nodded.
“Do you want help picking one out?” He blushed. “Sorry, I’m not trying to be like weird or anything.”
“No you’re not being weird.” You reassured him. “I’d actually really appreciate that.”
“I’m Connor.” He extended his hand out in a greeting.
“Nice to meet you, Connor. I’m y/n.” You shook his hand, trying not to blush when his hand lingered for a second too long.
You fell into small talk while you walked to the aisle. You found out he was your age. You told him you were in your sophomore year of college, majoring in media and public communications at University of Denver. He said that you must be smart then. Your cheeks had gone pink and all you could do was shake your head.
“Holy shit.” You said, eyes wide as you glanced at the amount of headcovers they had. “There’s a million.”
Connor laughed beside you. “Definitely a lot of options.” He agreed.
You walked down the aisle, looking at all of them. There were animals, colleges, hockey teams, basketball, football, and more that you couldn’t name.
“What’s your brother into? Basketball, hockey, football, something else?” He asked.
You laughed slightly at the idea of Cale just casually enjoying hockey. “He’s a big hockey guy.” You told him vaguely.
Connor grinned, like he knew something you didn’t. Grabbing a Chicago Blackhawks headcover, he held it up to show you.
You laughed, “I think he would actually kill me if I got him a hawks one.”
“Not a hawks fan, eh?”
“Definitely not.” You agreed.
“I guess he’s probably an Avs fan?” He guessed.
“Yeah, you could say that.” You smiled. Stopping in your tracks when you saw a headcover you knew Cale would like. “Oh this is perfect.”
“That’s the one?” Connor asked, next to you.
“Yeah, I think so. Thank you for helping me.” You told him. “And sorry I thought you were an employee.”
“It’s all good. I promise.”
“Can I buy you dinner or coffee or something?” You rushed out. A sudden burst of confidence rushing over you. You didn’t want to never see Connor again, that was for sure. Cale had a game tonight, but it wasn’t like you had to be there.
He winced slightly, opening his mouth, but you kept going. “It’s okay if not. Or if I read the vibes wrong. Or if you think I’m just annoying. Or—I’ll shut up now.” You laughed anxiously.
“No, no you definitely didn’t read the vibes wrong. I was hoping I wasn’t imagining it.” He smiled. “But I’m only here for today, and I have work stuff tonight for a bit, but I’m free after if you’d be down.”
Your smile faltered, but nonetheless you nodded. He hadn’t necessarily shut you down. “Yeah, I’m down.”
“Can I get your number?” He asked, cheeks going pink as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
“Of course.” You entered your number into his phone. “So, where are you from then?”
“I live in Chicago right now for work.” He told you.
The pieces of the puzzle started to take shape. He looked familiar to you, lived in Chicago, and was here for only a bit. Coincidentally the same time the Chicago Blackhawks would be playing the Avs here in Denver.
You were almost ninety percent positive he played, or at least worked for the Blackhawks. It was either that, or you were going mentally insane.
“Oh really? I travel there for work sometimes.” You said, which wasn’t technically a lie—you had an internship with the Avs digital marketing and media your freshman and now sophomore year of college as well. The internship had been a perfect opportunity that you ended up falling in love with.
“Yeah? I guess you’ll have to text me when you’re in town.” He said, smiling.
“I guess I will.” You grinned back.
You exchanged goodbyes, with Connor promising to text you later that night.
The actual pga store employees probably wondered why you had a grin on your face all the way until you got into your car. But you didn’t care. A feeling of excitement for tonight was flowing through your body. Especially when you glanced at your phone and saw the ‘hey :) it’s Connor’ text.
***
The Ball Arena was roaring with the sound of over seventeen thousand people all cheering for the Avs. Puck drop was in a few minutes and the players had just got back on the ice.
You sat in the lower bowl, courtesy of Cale. You didn’t have to do anything tonight for the media. That was on some of the other interns to do. It was one of the first home games, and you could tell the crowd was ecstatic.
When the lights dimmed, you glanced up at the Jumbotron and let out a choked gasp. Connor—the same Connor that you were going out with that very night—was front and center on the screen. All the information you had of him pointed to him being a hockey player, you shouldn’t have been overly surprised. But seeing him in front of you with a Blackhawks jersey put it all into perspective.
Wow.
Wow.
He looked amazing, his bucket was off and his eyes were closed. The National anthem played, but all you could focus on was him down there on the ice, shifting his weight back and forth. Right there in the Blackhawks line up. You hadn’t really followed other hockey teams the past few years. Only focusing on your brothers and their teams.
The first period had dragged on, with both teams getting chances to score. But by the end of the first period the game was still 0-0. You had watched Cale play, but your eyes drifted to Connor more often than not.
He was insane on the ice.
The confidence that he had in himself was incredible. He was making plays and setting up opportunities for his teammates. You could tell he genuinely loved what he did, grinning with his teammate Nazar on the ice.
The game had a slower pace to it, but ultimately the Avs won 2-1, with Connor being the only Blackhawks player to score. You knew Cale would ask you to go out with the team for dinner. You had two options; come clean right there and tell him you were going out with the same guy he had just beat, or tell him you weren’t feeling very good. You went with the latter.
Your phone buzzed and you glanced down to see Connor’s name.
Connor
Are you still down for tonight? I’ll be done with my stuff in about 30 ish minutes and I can meet you wherever
You
Yeah I’m still down.
You paused, deciding to mess with him slightly.
You
Hope you shower before. You played really good out there tonight
He read it instantly. The chat bubble appeared, then disappeared, appeared again, and finally he texted back.
Connor
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. That wasn’t cool of me. I understand if you don’t wanna get dinner with me
You
It’s not a big deal. We can get to know each other officially at dinner :)
Connor
I’d like that.
Thanks for not being weird about it, I really appreciate it
You
Of course
I understand how weird people can get
Connor
Thank you again
Okay I’m gonna hurry up and shower so I can meet you
Send me the address?
You
Just text when you’re done
I can wait in the parking lot if you’re good with that
Connor
Are you sure you don’t mind doing that??
You
Not at all!
Plus I usually hang out around here a bit after the games
Connor
Sounds good!
You smiled to yourself, Cale was absolutely going to kill you when he found out. But that would be your future self’s issue, not today’s. Right now, you didn’t care what Cale would think. Your only concern was if your car was cleaned out enough.
╰ Synopsis You never meant to fall for a younger guy, especially not the one who happened to be your friends younger brother. Will doesn’t waste his time to get to know you and a night after getting jealous, it leads to a night you two will never forget.
tags/contains Will Smith x fem!reader. Fluff, angst, smut. Older!reader, slight age gap (2 years), slow burn, friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealous Will, friends brother, use of y/n, smut, 18+, NSFW, oral (f receiving), p in v, porn with plot, marking, just all of freaky stuff, 3.9k words, requested.
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When you met Grace on a night out with your friend, you didn’t expect the two of you to grow so close.
It was one of your first nights out as a newly minted 21 year old. You’d only brought your closest friend with you to the club to keep things lowkey. You weaved through the crowded floor, drink in hand, when you accidentally bumped into a pretty blonde girl.
To your surprise and thankful, she laughed instead of getting annoyed, and the two of you ended up chatting at the bar for nearly an hour. By the end of the night, you exchanged numbers with the promise of “we should hang sometime”.
You hadn’t taken it too seriously at first, she was a few years older than you so you were sure she’d grow bored of you. But after a couple of coffee dates, the two of you realised how close you’d gotten and despite the small age gap, it felt like you’d known each other forever.
On midsummer Grace invited you over to her family’s house for a casual backyard celebration. Saying how there would be only a few people, mostly her family, her parents, her younger brother. Adding the fact that he’s 19 and how you might have to deal with him.
You’d shrugged it off with a laugh. Younger guys had never been your type, especially not your friend’s little brother. The idea barely registered as you agreed, excited more about spending time with Grace than anything else.
And that’s what you thought too. Until the moment you pulled up to the Smith family’s house that evening. Grace greeted you at the door with a bright hug, handing you a cold drink before tugging you through the house and out into the sunlit yard. She guided you through the yard, until your eyes landed on the blond.
He was taller than you’d pictured, with messy blond hair catching the golden light, he was shirtless and yes, you didn’t mean to look at how nice his abs were, but you couldn’t help it when your eyes kept looking. He was undeniably attractive but that was it.
The first few times you came over after that, each visit chipped away at your indifference. The way his blue eyes stared at you a second too long, his voice when he asked about your day, how his laugh seemed deeper when it was directed at you.
He was handsome, handsome type that crept up on you until you found yourself noticing every feature of his. The way his shirts stretched across his chest, the flex of muscle in his arms when he reached for something.
And it didn’t take long for Will to make his move. That summer, during yet another gathering, he caught you alone by the side of the house grabbing another drink from the cooler. He leaned against the wall, giving you a smile showing his all 32. “Hey.. since you’re around so much, mind if I get your number?” he asked. “Just in case.”
You smiled and handed it over. The thought of you thinking it was ‘just in case’ crossed Will’s mind of course, but Will knew it wasn’t just that.
Will started texting you like two nights after asking for your number. Firstly he started telling you about training, questions about your favourite songs, what you were doing on the weekends and lastly he soon started texting you good morning messages.
You honestly even kept waiting for the guilt to hit so you’d text Grace and say, “Hey, your brother won’t stop messaging me” but the time never came because you enjoyed it more than you wanted to admit. Some nights you even caught yourself typing first, heart picking up when his reply popped up within seconds or sometimes when you thought he wouldn’t reply and you’d embarrass yourself.
Grace had seen the two of you on your phones more than once, eyebrows raised but she never pushed. And you convinced yourself she didn’t suspect anything.
Without Grace around as a buffer, Will was different. And by the time you were close friends, you started to suspect maybe he was into you.
Will was aware of you being older. He knew from the start the way older guys gravitated toward you like moths to a flame. Confident men in their twenties and beyond, with their careers and effortless charm, lingered at bars or parties whenever you were around.
He couldn’t blame them really, the way you carried yourself with assurance that came from having a few more years of life figured out, and it was magnetic.
Will knew you shut most of them down politely, only letting a guy buy you a drink if it was harmless and your friends were there. Will told himself he could do that too, hell, he wanted to be the one getting you drinks, pulling out your chair, making you laugh until your eyes crinkled at the corners.
But not because he was trying to play catchup, but because he wanted your attention on his terms. As himself. The version of him that lit up when you texted first, the one who remembered your favorite flowers and told you things he wouldn’t really tell anyone else.
Being younger meant he got reminded of the gap constantly. Girls your age were supposed to want someone established, someone who didn’t still get carded at certain bars. Will felt it every time you got approached in public. He started positioning himself behind you at gatherings or nights out, his chest sometimes brushing your back, his hand sometimes ghosting near your waist.
And when he thought his jealousy couldn’t get worse, it hit hardest the night you visited him in San Jose.
The sharks had just pulled off a win, Will had texted you to wait by the side exit where a few players sometimes stopped for quick autographs. As he promised he won’t be too long.
You stood near the door, scrolling on your phone, paying little attention to the thinning crowd. Until a tap on your shoulder made you turn. Celebrini stood there, offering a friendly smile. “Hey, you waiting for Will? You’re his friend, right?”
You nodded, returning the smile. “Yeah, that’s me. Oh, you’re Macklin, great game tonight, by the way. I’ve seen you play pretty much, I think you’re amazing.”
“Thanks,” he chuckled, cheeks slightly reddening at the thought of talking about himself. “Appreciate it. It’s kinda crazy Will left you standing out here alone, though.”
You laughed lightly, shrugging. “No, it’s totally fine. I don’t mind waiting, and now I’m not really alone.” The words were appreciative, your tone warm as you chatted with him.
Will had stepped out just in time to catch the exchange, he froze a few feet away, his bag slung over his shoulder. Macklin’s comment sank deeper than it should have, he knew it wasn’t anything overtly flirty, but to Will it echoed every online comparison he’d seen.
Social media loved pitting them against each other, and in Will’s mind, it always circled back to you. You were stunning, confident, older so why wouldn’t you look at Macklin and see exactly what you were “supposed” to want?
Now that you were 23 and Will had turned 21, the season had ended on a bittersweet note, and you found yourself on yet another visit to San Jose.
By now you were one hundred percent sure Grace suspected something. Every time you mentioned flying out to see Will, her responses was anything along, “have fun with my brother” or “tell Will I said hi.. and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She never judged you, and if anything, she seemed supportive.
Will had offered you his place since Macklin was away for the worlds, leaving the apartment empty. He suggested going out for drinks with a few of his friends tonight, and you agreed. Why stay cooped up alone when you could watch him laugh under the lights?
The group was lively at first, but after an hour or so, his friends started peeling off with a smirk. “Oh, we know,” one of them said something along those lines, with a wink as they grabbed their jackets. “We’ll leave you two to it.”
You both kept it light tonight, a couple of well made cocktails sat between you, fruity and refreshing. The conversation flowed easily, until eventually Will excused himself joking about how alcohol pee hits different and quickly went to the bathroom.
He wasn’t gone long, the men’s line moved fast, and he was heading back toward your seats less than three minutes later. But when his eyes found your spot at the bar, his steps faltered.
Some guy was now sitting in his stool. He was leaning in, saying something that made you laugh. A fresh drink sat in front of you, condensation already beading on the glass. You looked entertained, polite but engaged, nodding along as the stranger gestured.
Will’s stomach dropped. He had thought you were past this. Past letting guys buy you drinks just because they could. He believed you were finally enjoying his company enough that you didn’t need the attention from anyone else and apparently he’d been wrong.
The jealousy he’d carried since the start, flared hot and ugly in his chest. Maybe this is it, he thought bitterly. Maybe you really are just Grace’s friend, and that’s all you’ll ever see me as. The younger brother who’s fun to text but not enough to choose.
But who was he fooling? If you turned around right now and asked him to do something, he’d do it without hesitation like a damn puppy, tail wagging, heart fully invested. That’s how deep he was in this.
Will sighed and made his way back to the bar. His eyes locked on you immediately, and yours found him just as fast. Something changed in your expression but he pushed forward anyway.
“Excuse me,” Will said, voice edged. “Mind if I get my seat back?”
The guy turned, eyebrows raised. “Your seat-?”
“He’s here with me, actually,” you cut in, gesturing toward Will with a small smile. The stranger looked between you two, then shrugged.
“Well, okay then. I’ll see you around.” He slid off the stool and disappeared into the crowd.
Will sat down, but the easy joy from earlier had vanished. Every time you tried to restart the conversation, he answered with short, clipped responses.
You realized quickly that he was annoyed. “Will, do you want to go home?” you asked softly after another one word reply.
He nodded once. “Yeah, let’s go.”
The uber ride back to his apartment was quiet. As soon as you stepped inside, Will headed straight for the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water like he needed something to do with his hands.
You followed, leaning against the counter. “Will, is there something wrong?”
He shrugged, not meeting your eyes. “It’s just funny, I guess. You’re out with me and then some guy buys you a drink right in front of me.”
You stepped closer until you were standing right in front of him, tilting your head up to catch his eyes. “Are you jealous?”
His cheeks flushed. “No, I’m not-”
“You definitely are,” you murmured, a small smile tugging at your lips.
Before he could deny it again, you leaned up slowly, brushing your lips against his in tease. That was all it took, Will’s restraint snapped. He pushed forward, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as the tension finally broke open between you.
You pushed your body flush against his until your hips met, feeling the hard line of him straining against his jeans. His hands slid slowly down from your waist to your ass, grabbing a generous handful and squeezing hard enough to make you moan into his mouth.
His fingers dug into your thighs next, patting them in a clear signal. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. Will turned, not breaking the kiss and set you down on the kitchen counter. You slid your hands up to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair as he pressed forward between your spread legs.
He kissed down your jaw to your neck, sucking a dark love bite just below your ear before soothing the sting with his tongue. You gasped, tugging at his hair, hips rolling instinctively against him.
“Will..” you breathed.
He hummed against your skin, hands roaming greedily under your shirt. But you wanted more than the kitchen counter, so you pushed him back gently and jumped down, taking his hand and tugged him along.
Will followed for only a few steps before his patience broke. He scooped you up bridal style without warning, making you laugh breathlessly as he carried you faster down the short hallway.
Will laid you down gently on the bed, your head sinking into the pillows as he hovered over you, propped up on his elbows. One hand cradled your chin, while the other slipped under your shirt, warm palm gliding over your stomach.
He leaned back in, kissing you deeply. Your tongues meeting hot, the taste of cocktails and pent up longing mixing between you. You sighed into his mouth, fingers tracing the muscles of his back.
Will pulled away just long enough to sit up on his knees and tug his shirt over his head. Your mouth watered at the sight, you’d known he was attractive since the first time you saw it, but this was different. His body had filled out even more from the extra gym work, his tempting v line disappearing into his jeans.
He looked like he belonged on a magazine cover, not in your arms.
You sat up, taking his wrist and guiding his hand to the hem of your shirt. He understood instantly and pulled it over your head, revealing the red lace bra underneath. Will’s eyes widened, his lips parting.
Will swore this was the best thing he’d seen in his life. He skipped everything else because no one compared and now that you were here, looking like this, he knew he didn’t deserve it but he was so fucking grateful.
He asked shyly, “Can I take it off?”
You nodded. His fingers fumbled with the clasp for a moment, his nerves and eagerness making him clumsy until it finally gave way. He tossed the bra aside and eased you back onto the pillows.
His mouth found your neck again, then trailed lower, kissing across your collarbone before reaching your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue swirling. The moan that escaped you seemed to encourage him.
“God, you sound so pretty,” he murmured against your skin, and continued downward, lips brushing over your stomach. When he reached the waistband of your jeans, his fingers slipped inside, eyes flicking up to yours for permission.
“Please,” you breathed.
Will didn’t think twice and unbuttoned your jeans and dragged them down slowly, taking your matching red lace panties with them. Once you were bare, he settled between your legs, kissing your inner thighs softly, not wasting his time to work his way higher.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, voice full with want. “So fucking wet already.. all for me?”
He hooked your legs over his shoulders, strong hands gripping your thighs to hold you open. The first slow lick up your center pulled a sharp gasp from you. Will groaned at your taste, the vibration sending sparks through your body. He licked again, tongue circling your clit before sucking it gently between his lips.
Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tightening as pleasure built. You pushed him closer when he found the perfect rhythm, hips rolling against his mouth. Will hummed in approval, the sound low and filthy.
He slid one finger inside you, then two, curling them just right while his tongue worked your clit faster. The combination had your back arching, moans growing louder. Will’s free hand stayed firm on your thigh, keeping you pressed to him as he devoured you like a man starved.
Will kept going, like he’d been waiting years just to taste you. His tongue circled your clit with perfect pressure while his fingers curled deep inside, hitting that spot that made your thighs shake. You were bucking against his face now, hips chasing the pleasure as it built higher and higher.
“Will- fuck, right there,” you gasped, fingers tightening painfully in his hair.
He groaned against you and used his strength to pin your hips down to the mattress, holding you still so he could devour you exactly how he wanted. The added pressure pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashed through you hard, back arching off the bed as you cried out his name.
He didn’t stop and licked you through every wave until you were trembling and breathless, thighs clamped around his head.
He finally pulled back, lips shiny and breathing ragged. He sat up, quickly unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans and boxers down in one impatient motion. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the tip already glistening.
Will crawled back over you, hovering close. “Was that good?” he asked, almost shy.
“Fuck yeah,” you laughed breathlessly. “Never had better. Jesus, Will.”
He grinned, pride flashing across his face, and leaned down to kiss you, as you tasted yourself on his tongue. When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours. “Can you take more? I don’t want to push-”
You nodded immediately.
His smile was bright and relieved. Feeling bold, you planted your hands on his chest and flipped both of you over. Will let you take control, moving until his back rested against the headboard and you climbed into his lap, straddling him, knees on either side of his hips.
You wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking him slowly before lining him up. Then you sank down inch by inch, taking him inside you. The stretch was perfect, filling you completely. Will’s head fell back against the headboard with a groan.
“Fuck.. you feel so good,” he breathed, hands gripping your waist tightly. “So tight.. a-and so warm.”
You started moving, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm. When you leaned backward, bracing your hands on his thighs, the angle shifted and hit a new spot that made you moan loudly. Will’s grip tightened, helping guide you, sometimes pulling you down harder onto him with each thrust upward.
“Shit- just like that,” he cursed, eyes locked on where your bodies joined. “You’re going to kill me. What a w-way to die.” He joked, moaning while trying to talk.
A few moments later, you leaned forward again, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chest to his. Your fingers scratched lightly down his back, leaving faint red lines that only seemed to spur him on. Will buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting as you rode him faster.
“I’m so fucking in love with you,” he whispered hotly against your skin, voice breaking with pleasure.
The words, combined with the way he filled you and the friction against your clit, sent you spiraling again. You came hard around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Will groaned loudly, hips stuttering.
“Baby- I’m close,” he warned.
You kept moving through your orgasm until he lifted you just enough to pull out. He stroked himself twice more and came with a deep moan, thick ropes landing across your stomach and lower chest. His head tipped back, breathing heavy, face flushed with satisfaction.
You still sat in his lap, both of you breathing hard as you came down from the high. A lazy smile tugged at your lips when you finally caught your breath. Will looked at you like you’d hung the stars, his hands still gently holding your hips.
He leaned in for one more soft kiss before carefully lifting you off him and laying you back down on the pillows. “Stay right here”.
He disappeared into the bathroom and returned moments later with a warm, damp cloth. With gentle touches, he cleaned his release from your stomach and between your thighs.
Once he was done, he tossed the cloth back into the bathroom and rummaged through his closet. He slipped on a pair of black boxers, then brought you one of his soft t-shirts and another pair of his boxers.
Will climbed back into bed and lifted the sheets. He opened his arms wide in invitation and you didn’t think twice, sliding in and pressing your chest against his as you both lay on your sides. Your arms wrapped around his waist while his circled you, one hand stroking slowly up and down your back. You tangled your legs together, bodies fitting perfectly.
“It was amazing,” you murmured against his skin. “Thank you.”
Will kissed your forehead, lips lingering there. “I know,” he agreed. “Goodnight” Wrapped in each other’s warmth, the steady beat of his heart against yours lulled you.
The next morning you woke up still tangled in each other exactly as you’d fallen asleep. Your legs were intertwined, your face pressed against Will’s chest, and his arm was wrapped securely around your waist.
You shifted slightly, and Will stirred, humming softly as he woke. “How’d you sleep?” Will asked a few minutes after waking up.
“Definitely better than other nights when the bed beside me is empty,” you replied with a small smile.
He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. Will’s fingers traced lazy circles on your lower back before he spoke again.
“Y/n.. this is honestly so embarrassing, but after last night, what do I have to lose?” He swallowed. “Yesterday made me realize how much I really want to be with you. I’ve known it for a long time of course, because every time I saw you with other guys, letting them buy you drinks, it drove me crazy. But I always felt like I’d just be ‘Grace’s younger brother’ to you. And I think last night proved I can’t let you go and I don’t want to.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but he continued, the words tumbling out.
“I know you’ve had other options, but I ignore everyone else just for you. I just need to know, was this something real? Or was I just a nightstand for you because-”
You lightly hit his chest. “Okay, first of all, don’t say it like that.” You softened your voice. “And no because it was genuine. Why would I ever hook up with my friend’s brother if I didn’t want you? I’m here in bed with you because I want you. The truth is.. the day I saw you, I thought you were cute. I told myself it was just a first impression and it would fade, but it never did. I’ve never really been into younger guys, but I think I’m really gone for you, Will. Sometimes the best things come when you least expect it.”
Will’s face lit up with a shy, happy smile. He let out a little giggle. “I’m actually into older women, if you didn’t know.”
You laughed. “So.. how are we going to tell my sister about this?” he asked.
“I mean, she’s not stupid. She’s probably suspected for a while but we’re definitely not telling her the details of last night,” you said, grinning.
Will nodded, laughing. “Agreed.” He pulled you closer. “Now tell me.. what was your actual first impression of me that day on midsummers?”
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