#connor mcdavid smut

[nhlmcfilthy]

Could End in Burning Flames or Paradise

I have no idea about any of the real time events, I'm assuming they both made it to the NHL right away, given their high pick status, and I'm not about to go do research on this friends, I just wanna write some dirty stuff about them being horny for each other, ok? Don't focus too much on the specifics, k?

Warnings: absolute smut (eventually). Rimming, hand jobs, light dom/sub. Not really orgasm denial but definitely asking first. I feel like there’s more to this fic, maybe a second instalment?

Word count: 7K (whoops)

The Leon Draisaitl has a problem. Specifically, Leon Draisaitl has a Connor McDavid problem. Like, he's happy to have Connor on the team - thrilled actually. A generational talent like that playing with him, it's the dream, really. He couldn't be happier than that. He spent the off season watching videos of Connor, he sees how he trains and takes care of his body. The jokes about how he's more robot than hockey player don't phase him, Leon's German, he appreciates a well run machine. He's just....distracted. Now that Connor is here and in the change room and Leon is seeing him close up, his sort of secret, not-really-a-crush-just-an-appreciation-of-his-talent-shut-up-ok THING is a problem. He's had crushes on guys before and it hasn't been a big deal, but there's something about Connor that's just magnetic to him. He can’t stop thinking about him. He FEELS him entering the room. It's like the room is getting smaller and smaller and that it's just them. All the clichés he's heard before. He just doesn't know what to do.

The first time Connor takes off his shirt in the locker room his brain sort of short circuits. He starts thinking about being on the beach with him, and how nice it would be to just like, put sunscreen all over him. Innocent enough, then he's pulling down his shorts a bit (just in case they ride down when he's tanning or playing with a football or something. Everyone knows you have to put sunscreen just under where the clothing line is...) and then Connor is looking at him with a devious look in his eye, saying he can go lower if he wants, and Leon is just...salivating. Like, he can't believe this, and then...then he's right back in the dressing room and Connor McDavid IS talking to him but he's got his base layer on and he's looking at him like he's probably said something an embarrassing amount of time ago and Leon has just been staring and good job, Leon, you should probably say something now. "Hey, Connor, Leon. Sorry, I’m still working on Germany time. So nice to meet you, great to have you on the team" and he salvages the moment, he thinks. Gotta keep it under control Leon.

Most players in the locker room don't care that he's gay, but he doesn't need to make a fool of himself here. Connor is so new here and already has the pressure of the world on him, you're just welcoming him to the team. He also doesn’t know if Connor is gay, and it’s only training camp and you don’t want to be awkward with the new superstar.

So if Leon goes home and he can't sleep that night and he looks up videos of Connor playing and working out and if he gets hard and jerks off (just a little, most of the time he's picturing Sebastian Vettel, anyways, it's just the videos of Connor that get him going) nobody needs to know, right? He tells himself he can keep it in check.

But training camp is grueling, and he's tired, and he's paired with Connor a lot, both young stars, it makes sense. And if he gets exhausted and slips into a fantasy here and there, he can't help it.

Connor is actually really sweet about it. He brings Leon an extra coffee the next morning and he also seems to think that Leon is maybe dehydrated and gets the training staff to give him extra Gatorade. He's even chatted about nutrition and Leon managed to have a totally normal conversation that time. He did not fantasize about feeding Connor chocolate dipped strawberries. Shut up brain, not now!

They have amazing chemistry on the ice, and Leon knows he should be offering to hang out more often, but Connor is actually pretty shy (and has a really strict regime/schedule) and Leon is honestly afraid to ask him anything cause he's pretty sure it'll just come out as something like "hey Connor you wanna come over and watch movie but I'm just going to be watching you and thinking about what your mouth around my cock would look like or my hands on your hips and I fuck you over the edge of this couch" and he can't really say that now, can he? There’s not much downtime anyways and Connor is always getting pulled into media.

Hockey wise, they are seriously tearing it up on the ice. He’s challenging himself to keep up every day and he seems to be the only one who can. He’s bagged at the end of the day, but like, nobody else is close to keeping up with him. He thinks he’ll have a chance to actually play on a line with Connor. He’ll just have to get used to the cellys. Their body running into each other, slamming into the boards, Connor grabbing his helmet and tucking Leon’s head into his shoulder, or throwing his arms around Leon’s waist, its…a lot. Leon is thankful for all the all the equipment he’s wearing and he rushes to the the showers directly after and takes the longest, coldest shower known to man. It’s going to get exhausting.

After the game Connor is feeling pretty jacked. All the guys are. Preseason game or not, Connor McDavid is on their team and things are looking good. Connor and Leon have been having more normal conversations where Leon can mostly control his fantasies, and then Connor comes over and slings his arm around Leon’s shoulders. He’s so close to Connor’s face and Connor is basically talking into his ear. His breath is hot on Leon’s cheek. Leon sinks into the feeling then freezes. He doesn’t want it to stop, but he also doesn’t know what to do. He’s just got his shorts on and his brain has already gone on overdrive. He’s picturing Connor putting his other arm around him the pushing his body up against Leon’s. Lining up with Leon’s ass, he can feel Connor’s dick hard and grinding into him, maybe nibbling on his ear lobe and oh no, Connor is looking at him again. Leon sort of shrugs Connor off him and he runs to the bathroom and changes quickly. Thankfully this time his body hasn’t quite caught up with his brain but he knows that was kind of an awkward move. Connor is sitting in his stall (which happens to be next to Leon’s) when Leon comes back out, looking a bit dejected. He catches Leon’s eye on the way back and Leon kinda can’t avoid it. “Sorry if I'm too handsy, I’ve been playing with Mitch Marner for the last couple years, I forget not everyone wants some guy all over them. Even I don’t like it really, just got used to it. Marns has no personal boundaries” he laughs and he’s smiling so much and Leon says it’s ok and just kinda nods a lot takes as much clothes as he can without being weird to the showers and when he’s done, Connor is doing media again.

So when Eberle hosts a party at the end of the week Leon is a bit worried. He’s never been so excited, never been so tired, and never been so horny in his life. Everything is just turned up to 11. He promises himself he’s going to take it easy, but he’s still a young guy on the team and he’s being fed drinks by Nuge and Ebs and he’s feeling a bit drunk. After a few drinks though, he actually feels great. He’s not all anxious and stressed. He’s dead tired, yes, but he can sleep it off. He’s not feeling like a tightly wound like a guitar string, ready to snap. He sees Connor across the room and he looks a bit lost. Leon just thinks “I can do this” and goes over to him. When Connor sees him coming he lights up and waves him over, clearing space on the love seat. He’s out on the deck and as far as Leon had seen, he’s had a bunch of short one on one conversations, but nobody’s really stayed in conversation too long. It must be kinda lonely being Connor McDavid, he thinks. Placed on this pedestal, so high above everyone else. No one else in even close to his level, and he’s basically only lived and breathed hockey up till now. Leon feels a bit bad for him and as he strolls across the room, he tries to put every sexy thought about Connor McDavid in a box and close it up. He sits on the couch and Connor moves over, giving Leon plenty of space, but Leon feels brave so he brings a leg up, sitting sideways across the couch, pressing his shin against Connors thigh. “How’s it going Connor” Leon smiles. The two chat for a while and eventually Connor does confide that he thinks people find it hard to talk to him, hard to relate. Leon knows pressure, he’s the highest ever drafted German player. He’s no Connor McDavid, but he’s got the hopes and dreams of Germany on his back and he feels it sometimes. They’re chatting and drinking and relaxing seems to weirdly be the answer. Leon is actually enjoying having a conversation, leaning in, Connor puts his arm up along the back of the couch and Leon doesn’t imagine holding in down and crawling on top of him (or if he does, it's in the back of his mind, easier to ignore). Eventually they’re both a bit loaded and talking about their childhoods and friends and stuff and Leon is leaning more and more into the places where Connor is touching his body, but it’s loose and light and he's mostly able to focus on the conversation and then Connor puts his hand on Leon’s thigh and he’s not even aware of it but Leon’s brain just flips and switch and he can’t stop it and he just looks at Connor and says “I want you to ride me until you beg me to let you cum” and then he freezes. Shit. He knew getting drunk was a bad idea. Connor is staring at him, head cocked sideways like a puppy. He doesn’t look mad, just confused. Leon wonders if he even said it out loud, but he’s pretty sure he did. Connor finally speaks “dude, we’re you just speaking German to me? How drunk are you?” and he laughs, throwing his arm around Leon and messing up his hair. Somehow, amazingly, he didn’t fuck this up. Also, now that he’s said it out loud, he kinda feels more relaxed. It’s like saying it got something out of his system. He wrestles his head from Connor’s grip and fixes his hair. He even reaches over and messes up Connor’s a bit. They spend the rest of the night chatting and if Leon drops a few German curse words in when he feels like Connor is being just a bit too sexy for him, who’s the wiser.

The next day the have a late practice and of course they get bag skated because everyone knows they’re hungover. Leon is bone tired. He passed out as soon as he got home last night but doesn’t feel like he slept a bit. Connor looks sort of the same. His hair is all messed up but he honestly looks amazing. He has morning sex hair and it’s not fair and Leon tells him so. Still half asleep and also exhausted, he defaults to German again, and then remembers his realization from last night. He looks away from Connor and continues to mumble to himself “you look like you just woke up after being fucked so hard you forgot your name. I want to fuck you in your stall, you riding me while holding on to the hooks, screaming my name.” He tries to make it sound boring and monotone, and he’s fairly successful, but his breath does catch at the end. Connor just rolls his eyes at him like “typical Leon” so this is a thing now. Leon is thrilled. Finally it feels like he can function. This is brilliant. Him and Connor go out for dinner after practice and he has a great time keeping up the conversation, but also mentioning in German about how he’d love to be jacking Connor off underneath the table right now.

Leon’s tendency to mumble in German or strait up forget he’s speaking German in the locker room is well known after a couple months, so when Connor comes in and says good morning Leon just nods and then Taylor looks over and rolls his eyes “they already have a sick connection on the ice, now they’re speaking German. There’s no hope for any of us to catch up” and Leon hadn’t realized that Connor had said good morning in German. He does a double take at Connor and the Canadian’s face just lights up. “I’ve, uh, been looking up some German words” and he looks so shy and bashful and Leon absolutely wants to wipe that look from his memory but also save it forever. Leon composes himself and shoves Connor a bit and jokes “you’re gonna learn how to say ‘pass the puck’ so that I just get you more assists” and Connor smiles and yes, that was the right hockey chirp in that moment. Leon regroups later at home, thinking about what this means. Most curse words he’s using are slang and not the kind that the internet will provide without digging, and it’s not like Connor has all this free time, but still, he should be careful. The next time he mumbles something in German he keeps an eye on Connor and he can see him trying but comes up blank and then it barely looks like he’s paying attention at all after a while so he stops worrying so much.

He’s gotten better at hanging out with Connor, but it’s definitely followed by some furious jerking off when he gets home. He has to do something about it, otherwise he goes back to being grumpy Leon but he’s got this balance worked out. He’s stopped feeling bad about jerking off to his friend’s body because he’s sure there’s a whole bunch of gay dudes all over the world who are into hockey and into Connor doing it too, so why should he feel bad? Just cause he knows him and is friends with him, does that make it weird? He can’t think about it too much. It’s more of just a release and it’s working.

One day after a series of losses on a road trip they’re all piling into the locker room dropping off their stuff. Connor and Leon are sitting side by side in their lockers. They sat together on the plane and Connor fell asleep on Leon and drooled a little on his arm. Leon’s just thinking about how much he’d love to see Connor drooling from sucking his cock and Connor looked all ashamed when he woke up and he’s all soft and sleepy now, dozing off again half on Leon and so he just mumbled “God Connor, you look so fucking sexy I just want to take you into the therapy room, bend you over the massage table and eat your ass until you’re begging for my dick. Then I want to fuck you until until I fill you up with my cum” and Connor suddenly sits up, eyes wild and looks at Leon, looks at the therapy room, then looks at Leon again. Shit. Leon looks around then looks at Connor when he’s satisfied no one is paying attention to them “how much of that did you understand” Connor also glances around surreptitiously and looks sheepish and is blushing quite a lot. “Well , I know you mentioned the therapy room, and uh, I think you said something about” he pauses and drops his voice in to a whisper and it also drops about an octave and gets all gravelly “about fucking me and my ass and uh, um, uh eating it?” He looks at Leon then quickly looks away. His face is so red and he’s got his arm across his chest, like he’s protecting himself and he’s rubbing at his neck. “Jesus fucking Christ McDavid, are you good at everything” Leon says and Connor laughs, but stops and just looks at Leon. He’s waiting for confirmation. He’s put himself out on a limb here, and Leon is fucking it up again. “Um, yes, I did say that to you.” Connor swallows hard. Leon can see his Adams apple move and his own breath hitches. He doesn’t want to hope, but it feels like this could happen? That all the filthy fantasies that he’s told Connor about in a language that apparently he just learned over the last couple months could come to fruition. He can’t back down now. He doesn’t want to. But he has to make sure Connor can back down if he wants. He musters up all the confidence he has (which is a lot, he’s a professional athlete, but also he’s just a guy who has had a huge crush for a long time and is really laying it on the line here) and leans in to Connor and whispers in his ear “what’s the play, McDavid, you in or out?” He leans back and smirks a bit. Connor looks a bit like he’s going to back out, and then a smirk breaks out of the corner of his mouth “fuck yeah, let’s do this.” Leon can’t breathe for a second. He thinks about asking Connor to pinch him, but that’s too cheesy and he is also very aware of how real this is by how very uncomfortable his pants have become. He stands up as coolly as possible and looks around. Luckily most of the vets have shuffled off and he thinks he can command this room. “All right everyone out, McJesus here needs to do some special workouts in the therapy room and he doesn’t want to get embarrassed by the whiny noises he makes. He sounds like a fucking porno.” The guys look around and laugh and totally buy it. Leon and Connor have been spending a bunch of time together and also an unwritten rule of the team is whatever McDavid wants, he gets. Connor looks incredulous and Leon even thinks he catches a glimpse of him adjusting himself in his shorts. Leon quickly runs though his head of all the things that he wants to do to Connor, but there’s just too many and then everyone is gone and it’s just the two of them and Connor is looking at him expectantly. “We, uh, we doing this Drai?” Leon strides by him and turns his head back once he’s walked by “fuck yeah we are” and walks in the room and holds the door open.

Leon walks inside once Connor is in the room and locks the door cause you just can’t be too careful. He looks at Connor and breathes deeply. His voice steady and a tad bit lower than he expected when he instructs Connor to take off his clothes. Leon doesn’t move to help him. He doesn’t move to kiss him or touch his face. Just makes Connor strip in front of him. He can hear a slight noise form in Connor’s throat, almost like a moan he holds back, and Leon smirks. Connor looks up once he’s just in his boxers “umm, did you want me to take everything off or…” he looks at Leon, unsure. “Yes, hotshot. You want me to eat that ass or not?” Connor almost trips getting out of his boxers. “You gonna answer me, kid?” Leon asks even though Connor is only two years younger than him. He is a rookie after all. “Uh, yes, yes very much I’d like you to. You know. Do that” Connor says, almost running out of breath at the end, and then he manages to get some dignity back and looks Leon dead in the eye with glint of danger and says “you want me to call you sir or something?” Leon seriously considers it, and thinks about what he really wants, but he doesn’t want to push it just yet, so he just looks back and says “Leon will do for now. Now turn around and put your hands on the table” he says, in the same measured, monotone voice. Connor obliges. Leon wants to say to hell with the formalities, but he also needs to know what he’s getting into. “Have you ever done this before, Connor?” Connor sort of shifts like he’s going to turn around, then decides to just talk to the massage table. “No. I’ve never been with a guy and I’ve never” his voice gets breathy “I’ve never had my ass eaten either.” Leon smiles. “And you’re ok with me cumming inside of you? We’ve both been tested, but I want to make sure” Leon spreads a hand against Connor’s back and feels him jump a bit, but then arch into his hand “oh god yes Leon.” He sounds like a kids from a 50’s sitcom (oh golly gee, yes Leon), but it also gets Leon kinda hot. “Ok Connor. You let me know if I do anything you don’t like” Connor pushes his ass shamelessly up in the air towards Leon “I don’t know if that’s possible” and Leon has to swallow hard.

Leon takes a hand and smooths it down the arc of Connor’s ass, trailing his thumb along the inside. He feels Connor gasp and then hold his breath for a bit. Leon takes his other hand off Connor’s back and pulls open his ass cheeks. Leon takes deep breath, leans in and just breathes out into the puckering hole in front of him. Connor’s whole body reacts. He sees Connor’s leg muscles tense, his back arch, he’s pretty sure he throws his head back like a fucking porn star. God this is going to be good. “How are we doing so far?” Leon asks and Connor stutters as he answers “g-g-good Leon. Fuck, so good.” Leon chuckles and breathes out little short breaths into Connor’s ass cheeks. He plants small kisses on Connor's ass, hovering over the hole, but not quite going there. Connor is whining and trying to back into him and Leon warns him by firmly pushing him back into the table "stay fucking still." Connor sounds like a fucking child when he says "but you're driving me crazy" Leon backs up a bit "oh, you want me to stop?" Leon feels Connor's whole body react to that "please no god, sorry Leon, I'll behave" Leon thinks about it for a second and then pulls a hand off Connor's ass, winds up, and slaps it. Connor groans and Leon smiles "you fucking better"

Leon puts both hands on Connor's ass again and spreads his cheeks. He flattens his tongue, licking all around the hole smoothly across the skin. After Connor relaxes into it, he starts pressing in. Connor pressing back into it, puffing out air as an involuntary response. No noise, just breath. Leon fucks him slowly but firmly with his tongue. It's been such a long time since Leon has done this, and it's really one of his favourite things to do, but he knows it a lot the first time, and he really wants to get to the main event here. He slows down and lets go of Connor's ass. He thought Connor would wine again, but he's just leaning into the table breathing hard. "You like that, Connor?" Leon says, stroking up his back. "That is" Connor says between breaths "the best fucking thing to happen to me, ever" Connor manages to get out. "And I was drafted number one in the NHL" he adds, slyly, getting a chuckle from Leon.

“I don’t have any lube, so we’re just going to have to improvise” Leon says, then leans forward again and reaches around to grab Connor’s dick. Connor chokes a high pitched moan out and Leon strokes him for a second, then thumbs over the tip, collecting precum on his thumb and then lets go. Connor whines and Leon assures him “the next bit is going to be even better than that, don’t worry” Leon says before he sticks his fingers in his mouth. He sucks on them a bit, while rubbing the thumb covered in precum over Connor’s hole with the other hand. He removes his fingers from his mouth and between Connor's fluids, the wetness from Leon's mouth, and Leon's fingers, he's able to work two fingers into Connor pretty easily. Connor eagerly takes them, once again, trying to back into them and Leon has to use one hand to hold down the younger boy's hips. "Leon, fuck, Leon that's so good. Shit. Pleasedontstop" Leon is slowly working his fingers in and out the tight hole, starting to think about himself here. He has been achingly hard in his pants for too long now. He's been able to ignore it up until now, solely focused on Connor's enjoyment, and having a good time himself, but his dick is begging to be paid attention to.

Connor feels more relaxed and after a few more thrusts with his fingers. Leon says "I think you're ready, Connor" pulling his fingers out. Once again, Connor just takes the time to catch his breath and doesn't complain. Leon takes off his shirt, pants, and boxers and gets a hand on himself. He sighs a sigh of relief, finally getting to touch himself. Slowly stroking he checks in with Connor again "how are you doing, Connor?" Connor is resting on the massage table, using it to support all his weight. "Please, Leon. Please" Leon squeezes his dick and moans with pleasure "please what, Connor?" Connor whimpers "Please fuck me. I need you. I need to feel your dick inside me now" Leon's knees buckle a bit. He's not sure he's going to be able to last very long, but likely neither will Connor. "Alright Connor, fuck, I'm gonna fuck you now" and Connor pulls himself back up on his elbows and Leon lines up with Connor's hole and he slowly presses in.

Connor has been sufficiently prepped, but Leon still takes care and moves in slowly. Connor starts backing up into Leon, but once Leon has started pressing in, he stops and cries out a bit. "Hey, Connor, take your time, slow down. You doing ok?" Leon asks, Connor gulps "yeah, it's just. A lot" Leon steadies himself. Letting Connor adjust to the feeling. "You let me know when you're ready for me to move again Connor" Leon says and Connor nods. Leon strokes up and down Connor's back, and finally Connor relaxes a bit more "ok, I'm good" and Leon starts moving in again slowly. It's excruciating, but also exciting. Knowing Connor is going to grow and stretch around him, and he has to close his eyes and hold back a couple of times cause he's getting pretty close himself. He’s never fucked somebody he cared about this much, and he's never been anyone's first time. He hooks up at bars and online, but this is totally foreign and kind of intense. Leon's proud to be Connor's first time. He wants it to be perfect. Connor is just so eager and feels so good around him. He's got a rhythm going now, each time pushing in a bit further and when he finally bottoms out, both him and Connor groan in unison. "God Connor, you're so tight, you feel so fucking good" Leon moans. Connor just rests his head against the massage table and hums in approval. He's starting to move with the rhythm, backing into Leon and Leon is beginning to feel overwhelmed.

Everything he's held back for the last couple months, every single fantasy he's had, it barely lives up to the real thing. He's fucking Connor McDavid and there is nothing better in the world. Connor is starting to moan and whine and move erratically and Leon leans over and asks "do you want to touch yourself Connor" and the younger man gasps and pushes up and reaches down to his cock. He turns around to look at Leon to make sure and Leon just nods. Connor wraps his hand around his dick and loses his footing a bit. His knees buckle and Leon grabs tightly onto his hips to steady him. Connor is stroking himself sloppily, moaning nonsense, but Leon makes out his name so he asks 'what do you want Connor?" Connor's speech is almost slurred when he replies "Leon, can I?" Leon closes his eyes and steadies himself knowing that his own release won't be much longer after Connor's. "Can you what, Connor?" He asks coolly. Connor works hard to keep his composure "can I cum Leon" he says. Leon bucks a little harder into Connor, and elicits a shout, but Leon calmly says "yes Connor, you can cum" and he feels Connor begin to stroke faster and everything gets tighter around his dick and Connor is moving so much and Leon is trying to steady him. Connor starts babbling and there's a series of "oh, oh fuck, oh fuck Leon. Shit, fuck, I think I'm gonna. I'm gonna cum, fuck" and then a tortured moan comes out and he's clenching all around Leon's dick and Leon is barely holding on here. Hearing Connor's reaction, hearing him say his name, knowing that it's Leon that made Connor feel this way, feeling him clench so tightly, Leon's starting to come undone. He grips tighter to Connor's hips, knowing that he's going to leave a bruise, and starts to feel his release coming. "Connor, you've been so fucking good, I'm gonna fill you up now. Fuck, Connor, you feel So Fucking Good” he say, punctuating each thrust. Connor is still stroking himself and Leon thinks he must be pretty raw at this point, but he keeps going and Leon finally releases with a groan. His knuckles are tight where they are gripping Connor’s hips and he is definitely going to leave bruises, but he thinks that Connor might enjoy having these little memories of tonight. He’s certainly going to enjoy seeing them later in the locker room and well, that’s something to file for next time. He releases his grip and takes Connor’s hand in his and slows him down until he’s let go of his dick completely. He still seems pretty dazed, the side of his face laying against the massage table. Leon is still inside Connor, and he leans over to whisper in Connor’s ear causing Connor to whimper as Leon’s still hard dick pushes deeper inside. Leon shudders as well. “You did so good, Connor” Leon croons into his ear. “So good for me. Did you have a good time?” Connor makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a moan and tries to nod his head. Leon lets go of Connor and brings his hand up to stroke his face. “I’m gonna pull out now, and do you know what’s going to happen?” Connor tries to shake his head but just ends up looking at Leon questioningly. “I’m going to pull out and all my cum is going to leak out of your asshole where I filled you up.” Connor melts a little bit and Leon steadies him. “You made me cum so much, there’s going to be a lot.” Leon keeps stroking Connor’s face, making his way to his neck and keeping firm pressure on the back of Connor’s neck and upper back. “It’s going to drip down and feel so nice, and do you know what I like to do with it?” Leon asks, slowly stroking down Connor’s back “I like to clean it all up with my tongue” and Connor is sinking again. “Do you think you’d like that, or do you want to stop for tonight?” Leon says as he takes Connor’s hips again, trying to avoid the spots that are blossoming into bruises. “I…” Connor stutters “I want it. Fuck, Leon, I want it so bad, please Leon”

Leon wishes he had a his phone so he could record this as a voice note. It’s like the best porn, hearing Connor say that. Leon steadies himself and slowly pulls out of Connor, who whimpers a bit, but manages to stay still. Leon’s cock is followed by a trail of cum, slowly leaking out. Leon grabs a cloth and wipes himself off, and then puts both hands on Connor’s ass cheeks again. It’s like a bookend of rim jobs, and Leon thinks about how lucky Connor is to have him do this. Not in a cocky way, just the fact that someone has taken care during his first time.

Leon directs his attention back to Connor and sees that the cum has made its way down as far as his right knee. Leon starts there, licking up the inside of Connor’s thigh and under the swell of his ass, gathering it in to the hole and then licking it all up with his tongue and swallowing. Connor’s legs are shaking and he is lying on the massage table and using it to support most of his weight. His face is turned into the mattress and his eyes are pressed closed. His mouth is open, just a little bit. Leon continues licking around and cleaning up all the cum. He loves following the lines of liquid and getting every last bit. He appreciates a clean surface. When he’s done he presses kissing on the insides of Connor’s cheeks and squeezes the swell of his ass.

Connor is fully hard again and Leon runs a hand up and down his back “do you think you can cum again, Connor?” Connor hesitates “I’m not sure. I want to, but it’s so…so much” “I know baby” Leon strokes Connor’s back slowly and Connor basically mewls at the nickname. “Do you like it when I call you baby?” Leon asks, already knowing the answer. “Yes” Connor whispers, turning his face back into the massage table. “Don’t be ashamed, baby. I’d love to call you that” Leon says, knowing what he wants to ask, but not knowing if he should. It’s like, the ultimate fantasy, and this has already shattered his wildest fucking dreams, he doesn’t want to ruin in. Fuck it, though. He wants it, and he’s going to ask for it. “Connor, I’d really like it very much if you called me daddy, do you think you could do that?” Connor swallows heavily “yes daddy” he says breathlessly, and fuck. Leon thinks his brain is going to explode and his dick is also very interested in this now. “Thank you baby, you’re so good to daddy. Do you want me to finish you off? We can do it together” and Connor looks back and Leon and nods. “I’m going to need you to stand up, baby” Leon says, stepping back from the massage table. Connor closes his eyes and takes a second “yes daddy” Connor says and Leon smiles.

Connor pushes himself up and stands up facing Leon, who then steps towards Connor and cups his face. Leon looks at Connor and realizes that they haven’t kissed yet. A weird omission, but I guess it kinda started all hot and heavy, and that’s the way Leon likes it, but this feels more like a sweet moment. Leon leans in and presses his lips against Connor’s. Connor presses in hard and starts opening his mouth. Licking into Leon’s, full of desire. Leon pushes his tongue into Connor’s mouth, chasing the other boy’s tongue. He wonders if Connor can taste Leon’s cum, and his own ass. Leon is aching with how perfect this has been. How Connor has fulfilled every fantasy. He reaches down and grabs his and Connor’s cocks together in one hand and starts jerking them, hard. They’re both still slicked up with cum and they’re both raw and on the just the other side of uncomfortable. Connor is whining and sucking on Leon’s tongue and Leon pulls his tongue out of Connor’s mouth and bites on his lip, sucking hard afterwards. He makes his way to suck on Connor’s ear lobe while they both take some breaths. “You like this, baby?” Connor is breathing hot against Leon’s shoulder, leaning on him to hold himself up. “Yes daddy, you’re so good to me, daddy, I’m gonna cum again for you” and Leon smiles and takes a quick nip on Leon’s neck before sucking a large mark. “I just want to let everyone know you’re mine, baby” Leon said and Connor nuzzles his face into Leon’s neck, mumbling. Leon isn’t gonna last much longer, and he’s pretty sure if he told Connor to cum now, he’d be ready to go. “Do you want to cum again for me, baby?” Leon whispers on Connor’s ear “yes daddy, so badly” Connor mouths onto Leon’s neck. “Ask nicely” Leon says. “Please daddy, can I cum now?” Connor asks. Leon’s starting to feel his own orgasm coming from the friction of his hand and Connor is bucking into it causing frictions on their dicks. Leon whispers “cum for me baby” in Connor’s ear and nibbles on his ear lobe as he feels Connor start to shake and fall apart. “I’m…I’m…im cumming for you daddy, oh god, oh fuuuuuck” Connor cries as he falls into Leon, and Leon struggles to hold them both up.

He leans Connor against the massage table after a few seconds and finishes jerking himself off, looking at the tired and spent Connor McDavid and replaying his favourite parts from tonight in his brain. He has a lot of material for later. He cums loud and hard and Connor just stares at him, looking dazed, but very satisfied. He wipes up again and walks up to Connor, bent over the massage table again. “Why don’t you lie down for a bit, it’s ok, I’ve got you, I’ll take care of you” Leon says, helping Connor onto the table. He finds a towel and he cleans Connor up. He finds his boxers and puts them on and grabs two more towels. “I’ll be right back, you just relax, I’ll take care of you baby” Leon says as he unlocks the room. Connor lies in the dark, collecting his thoughts and coming back to his body and soon enough Leon returns with two warm, wet towels. He puts one on Connor’s forehead, and uses the other to clean himself and Connor up, uttering soothing sounds, telling Connor how good he was. “So good for me, I hope you had a good time.” Connor grabs Leon’s arm and looks him in the eye “fuck, that was, I didn’t even know it could feel that good. Shit Leon. I mean, daddy” and he blushes. Leon looks down at Connor lovingly “you can call me Leon again. We’ll save daddy for in the moment stuff. You don’t want to slip up in the locker room” and Connor nods, squeezing Leon’s arm. “I don’t think I can move, can you carry me home?” and Leon cracks up at that. The idea that he fucked superstar Connor McDavid so good that he can’t move and needs to be carried, that’s something he’s going to hold onto until the grave. “You’re good, big guy” Leon says tapping Connor’s side “let’s get you home” he said collecting Connor’s clothes. They think about showering again, but it’s already late and they are super tired. Leon watches Connor get dressed, proud when he winces over a bruise, or walks a bit delicately from getting fucked, and he swells with pride. “Wanna stay at my place tonight? We can stop by yours on the way and get anything you might need for the morning?” Connor nods and smiles. Leon grabs another towel and a spray bottle and cleans up the rest of their mess. He takes all their used towels and throws them in a laundry basket. Leon sees Connor just standing there and comes up behind him, kissing the back of his neck, sliding his hands up Connor’s shirt in the front and running them over his chest. Connor hums. He turns around to face Leon and puts his hands on the small of Leon’s back. Leon steps into Connor and places a hand on the back or Connor’s neck. He brings their bodies together and when their dicks meet, even fully clothed, Connor hisses inwardly. Leon smiles and said “so good, baby” and kisses Connor’s lips. Connor smiles and after a quick kiss says “learning German was really worth it” and Leon doubles over laughing. He can’t breathe. He’s starting to feel the day and the last hour catching up to him. “Let’s go home, Connor” Leon guides him out of the room and into the locker room as they gather their stuff. “So” Connor looks at Leon while he’s throwing some gear in his bag and asks “is this just a one time thing, or…” and Leon smiles “you think that short of shit happens all the time, rookie?” Connor blushes “you know what I mean” and Leon sits next to him and leans in “I don’t plan on letting you get away any time soon. That was the best sex I’ve had in my life and guess what? It’s only going to get better” he plants a kiss on Connor’s cheek and squeezes his hand. “Now let’s get going, some of us didn’t get to lie down!” Connor rolls his eyes at Leon, but he’s still looking at him like he’s the best thing he’s ever seen. And he probably is. And they’re going to play hockey together for a time. And also sometimes, they’re going to fuck. And Connor wouldn’t want anything else.

[leafs-lover]

Who should I write about? Pacific Battle

I've had this idea in my head for weeks now, and I just can't get it out of my head, so I'm going to write it :)

That said, I am wildly impartial to who the player is and have decided to leave that up to you! There are some requirements for the player in order to make the story work, so unfortunately some players are not eligible for this.

This story is more smut than anything else, so the player isn't all that important to me. To make it easier to navigate, I am splitting the polls into each division, these polls will last one week. I will be taking the top 8 overall and making a poll with them. The winner of that poll is who I'll write about.

Metro Poll // Central Poll // Atlantic Poll

Quick fic summary:

Reader insert. Reader and player grew up together but an unlikely friendship (he was a jock and she was a socially awkward band member)

Smut, smut, and even more smut! (I may mix in a sliver of plot, but its basically all smut)

Player will be readers teacher, coaching her on everything in the bedroom 🥵

Could have multiple parts but they will all be stand-alone pieces. May also be months between them (I long ago gave up the idea of committing to writing schedules)

[comphy-and-cozy]

Work For It - Connor McDavid

Summary: After a road trip, Connor is determined to show you how much he missed you, but only if you work for it. Connor McDavid x Reader (f).

Word Count: 4.2K

Author's Note: Written by my beanie kink because of the above lewk in this interview (yes, it was months ago, sue me). I do not claim responsibility for what happened after.

Warnings: Filthy smut (18+ ONLY). Cocky Connor, swearing, dirty talk, sexting themes, masturbation (f), brief toy use, unprotected sex, mild verbal degradation, creampie.

When you and Connor first started dating, the frequent road trips were hard. The closer you got, and the more you fell for him, only made the time apart more difficult. Your heart would ache watching him leave, and the nightly phone calls were your solace during the longer stretches. 

Once you moved in together, the distance got a little bit easier, though you still exchanged frequent texts and calls to let him know when you were thinking of him. Connor’s favorites included photos of you and Lenny snuggled up on the couch watching his game, and the Snapchats of you when you’re just waking up. ‘Freshly slept’ was one of his favorite looks on you, and he liked to pretend he was there in bed with you even when he was miles away. You, on the other hand, appreciated the team plane selfies with Leon and the low sound of his voice when he called you before bed to say goodnight, keeping his voice down to avoid disturbing his hotel neighbors.

The Oilers were on a west coast road trip and had faced a tough loss against the Ducks. You stayed up as late as you could to watch, but ended up falling asleep halfway through the third — probably for the best, considering they lost 5-1. The next morning when you woke up, you scrolled leisurely through your socials while laying in bed, pausing when the post-game video of Connor popped up. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the army green hoodie he had on, his black beanie making him look so cozy — and hot, in more ways than one.

Interest piqued, you clicked in and made the video full screen. Your eyes trailed over the scruff of his beard, a few days untamed, and the shape of his cheekbones, your body instantly heating up over how delicious he looked. The low tone of his voice was the cherry on top, though you were hardly listening to what he was actually saying. 

Opening up your messages, you decided to let him know exactly how you felt. 

‘Saw your postgame,’ you wrote. ‘You looked so hot.’

Pressing send, you didn’t hesitate to keep typing another message, not bothering to wait for a response. ‘Miss you, baby.’ 

Going back to the video, you replayed from the beginning, heat creeping further down your body through your belly until your hand began to trail between your thighs of its own accord. Your mind wandered to the way his hands felt on your skin and the feel of his beard scratching against your neck, longing for him.

Then, a wicked idea crossed your mind, followed by a matching smile. Slipping off your oversized Adidas sleep shirt — your favorite one of his — you posed your hand seductively over your breasts, pouting your lips before taking a photo and sending it, captioning with, ‘Can’t stop thinking about you.’

Glancing at the time, you realized he would probably be at morning skate, meaning you had some time before he’d be back to his phone. You posed for a few more teasing photos, showing skin but never quite everything, to keep him on his toes. To top off your onslaught of messages, you sent a video of your hand trailing down your chest and between your legs, the bedsheet shrouding the view but definitely not the implication.

Satisfied with yourself, you opted to play his video again, this time not stopping your hand as it slipped between your thighs, feeling the wetness gathered in your panties. Your eyes closed and a sigh fell from your lips as you gently prodded your clit, enjoying the pleasure that rippled through you with each touch. 

Slowly, you worked yourself up, watching the movement of his lips and the flex of his hands, imagining they were gripping your hips. The low, dulcet tones of his voice filled your ears, no longer comprehending what he was saying, instead imagining him whispering praises in your ear. 

With a wicked thought, you stretched and reached for the side table drawer, pulling your favorite vibrator out of its silk slip cover. Toying with the settings, you reveled in the feeling of the buzz across your skin, enjoying the wave of goosebumps that flared in its wake. The pulse in your core grew deeper as the head of the vibe neared the apex of your thighs, and you let out a sigh when it finally grazed your clit.

Eyes closed, you continued drawing pleasure with your toy, losing yourself in the sensation. Your mind floated back to the last time Connor used the wand on you, coaxing you through three orgasms while he fucked you leisurely on a slow morning-turned-afternoon. A wistful smile formed on your face at the memory, your heart — and other body parts — longing for him.

After a brief moment’s hesitation, your eyes flickered to your phone beside you, clicking it open. Your thumb hovered over the record button, the thought of someone overhearing passing through your mind. But, you reminded yourself, Connor was a private guy and he wouldn’t dare open it in front of his teammates, especially not after seeing the accompanying messages.

Pressing the vibe against your core once more, you allowed yourself to sink back into your thoughts. A blur of green eyes, copper hair, and a scruffy beard swam through your mind, drawing you closer and closer to your release as you clicked the button on your toy to increase the vibrations.

Hitting record, you let the moans fall free from your lips, calling out for your boyfriend as you neared the edge. You cursed, eyes closed as you raced over the finish line, waves of your orgasm crashing over you as the pleasure seeped into your body. 

Once you came down, you smirked and hit send on the recording, tucking your toy away and moving to take a shower and go about your day. 

A few hours later, you were just getting back from a hike with Lenard when you checked your phone to see messages from Connor.

Text: [Connor:] You little tease [Y/N:] Who me? [Connor:] Fuck [Connor:] Got me so hard [Y/N:] Oops 😜  [Y/N:] Guess you have to return the favor huh? [Connor:] Oh I certainly will sweetheart [Connor:] You’re gonna pay for that when I get home [Y/N:] Guess you better come home soon then baby [Connor:] Only two more days 😘

******

Two long days went by, the anticipation only growing in your chest as you counted down the hours. Connor wasn’t a particularly detailed texter, but you could tell that even he was ready to be home with you again. Fortunately, you were able to busy yourself by cleaning the house and preparing for your parents to visit that weekend. Connor had an extra day off between games, and they were going to see their first ever Oilers game — while conveniently staying at the Captain’s house. 

The day arrives, and Lenny’s whines alert you to Connor’s arrival first, followed quickly by his excited steps as he leaves you in the guest bedroom, folding the throw blanket neatly for your parents’ arrival later that evening. You hear paws bounding down the stairs to greet the visitor, and you chuckle, standing up to follow suit, your heart fluttering in anticipation with the same excitement that Lenny demonstrates as he waits anxiously by the door. 

You can’t help but bite your lip as you smile when Connor comes in the back door, instantly greeted by Lenny up on his hind legs, offering kisses and knocking his own tail into the wall wagging incessantly. His suitcase is left to the side as Connor happily greets Lenard with a playful, “Oh, hi there,” followed by full body pets.

Your heart warms with happiness at your little family, then your smile fades and that warmth is quickly replaced by heat when you realize that Connor is wearing that green sweatshirt. Your eyes trail over his beard, even longer than it was in the video, and his hair tucked into the same black knit beanie.

This fucker knows what he’s doing.

Once Lenny’s received his quota of dad pets, Connor’s eyes meet yours and you gulp, the tension instantly palpable in the small space of your mudroom. He smiles warmly, opening his arms to wrap you in a hug, and you step into him. You inhale his scent, the mixture of eucalyptus from his body wash and faded sandalwood from day-old cologne on his sweatshirt, and it’s nearly enough to make you dizzy as he pulls your body into his. He kisses your forehead, and you’re instantly flooded with heat, in your cheeks, in your chest, in your belly, along with the pleasant flutter of butterflies that you always loved feeling when he returned home from a trip.

“Hey, you,” he says.

“Hi, yourself,” you reply, swallowing thickly as he moves to set his suitcase by the foot of the stairs. “Nice trip home?”

He pauses, giving you an amused look, before letting his eyes blatantly slide down your legs, cotton shorts revealing everything from mid-thigh down. “That’s what you’re gonna lead with, huh?”

“Y- Why not?”

“So shy all of a sudden,” he says, his smile teasing you. “You weren’t too shy the other day, were you?”

Your mouth all but falls open as you watch him plop down on the couch. Leisurely, he reaches up to adjust his beanie, drawing your eyes very intentionally to the object, as if to remind you that he knows what it does to you. You feel your mouth go dry, like he’s performing a cheesy thirst trap on Tik Tok, except that it’s real and it’s for your eyes only.

“Come on, baby,” he says, spreading his legs as he leans back against the sofa. “You knew what you wanted when you sent those pictures, so why don’t you come and get it?”

Your heart pauses in your throat, frozen as you look at him, hesitant. He’s smug, regarding you with a lazy glance, and he smirks when he sees your eyes flick to his thighs, muscles taut as he lounges. 

“You like what you see, do you?” his voice is teasing as it pulls you out of your trance, and you jump slightly, embarrassed for having been caught. You nod shyly, cheeks warm, and he lets his arms rest on the back of the sofa. “Well, come on then, sweetheart.”

Slowly, hesitantly, you step forward, the air in the room getting tighter and tighter as you inch closer to Connor, waiting expectantly as you finally reach the space between his spread thighs. His eyebrows quirk upward in an amused look, then says, “Strip.”

“I- what?” you can’t help the way your voice shakes, and you wish you could summon confidence and poise, the same way he does.

“You heard me.”

A shiver runs through you at his tone; you’d never seen him like this, but the fire in his eyes heats you from the inside out. The hem of your shirt is soft between your fingers, tickling the skin of your stomach as you pull it over your head; with one look from Connor, you’ve lost control of your hands, unable to stop from doing as you’re told. 

Green eyes flick to your chest as your bra falls from your body, and a satisfied smirk forms on his face, confidence oozing out of him, rolling in waves off of the army green sweatshirt that hangs on his form. Somewhere along the way, that confidence morphs into desire as it makes its way to you, consuming you with a fire that heats your skin as it’s exposed, inch by inch, to him. 

Once you’re bare, feeling doubly so standing in front of him, fully clothed, Connor gestures to his lap, and you let your eyes drag down to his legs, licking your lips when you remember what lies at the apex. You step forward, tentative, feeling the heat from his body, and you’re unable to stop yourself from slinking into his lap. 

He watches you, calculating, as your lip sinks between your teeth at the feeling of some friction, even if it is just the material of his Adidas joggers that slides against the sensitive inside of your thighs, rather than the firm muscle of his quad like you’d prefer. You look at him bashfully, eyes connecting with his, cheeks burning with — embarrassment? No. Desperation? Maybe a little. 

Holding your gaze, his hand moves to slide slowly, antagonizing, up the back of your thigh. The contact instantly has you shivering, biting back a moan, and his face cracks into a rare grin, amused at how badly you’re strung out. 

“Told you,” his voice is soft, matching the caress of his fingertips, and you silently beg him to touch you more, but his hand pauses at your hip, not moving. “You gotta take what you what. Work for it.”

You know what he’s asking, and you know he’s not going to budge; he’s one of the hardest working, most disciplined men that you know. Hell, he makes a living because of it, and now is certainly not going to be an exception. Still, you fruitlessly attempt to goad him, leaning forward to kiss him, desperate to connect. His lips are warm against yours, and while he doesn’t make an effort to pull you closer, you can feel the desire he has as he kisses you back. The weight of his tongue against yours draws your confidence, and you find your hips swiveling over his groin, cunt brushing over the bulge that’s hardening even as he plays hard to get. 

The breath in your throat catches as you apply more pressure until soon you’re grinding shamelessly against him, the slick of your sex staining the dark material of his sweats. Connor’s eyes are dark as they watch you, and even through his perfected emotionless expression, you can sense that he’s enjoying this almost as much as you, the sight of you writhing in his lap and using him to get yourself off.

Almost as if he can see the crest of your high rising in your body, he stills your hips with a firm grip of his hand. Your eyes shoot to his, ready to protest, when his other hand reaches between your bodies to tug at the waistband of his joggers, shifting you slightly to pull his erection out. Unable to prevent the whimper from leaving your throat, you watch as he leisurely strokes himself, hot and hard in his hand, before setting his hand back at his side and flicking his eyes back up to yours. 

“You want it so bad, don’t you baby? Prove it.”

He’s right, you do want it so bad that you’re desperate for it, and you can hardly move fast enough to sink down on his length completely, releasing a satisfied sigh at the sensation. Connor might be acting indifferent, making you do all the work, but even he can’t hide the look of pleasure that’s graced his features, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him. Your forearms rest on his shoulders, fingers curling into the fringes of hair at the base of his neck, simply reveling in the way he stretches you. 

“You wanted to come, didn’t you?” his voice is low, commanding, and you yelp when his hand cracks down over your ass. “Guess you better get to work.”

“Con —“ you whisper. 

“Don’t act all innocent now, sweetheart. I saw your pictures, heard your slutty little moans. Your secret’s out.”

Despite the burn of embarrassment in your cheeks, you press your lips against his again in a weak attempt to shut him up. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as you begin to move, resuming a similar rotation of your hips.

Connor’s hands move to your waist, not guiding, just resting, and his touch encourages you to keep going, already feeling the burn in your thighs as you rise up and down. His breath is hot against your chest, coming out in ragged puffs. A moan of his name draws his attention back to you, and you’re inclined to repeat yourself just to keep his eyes on you — despite the fact that he’s rock hard for you, there’s a desire to break through his facade of indifference and into the pleasure that you know he feels too.

“Fuck,” you breathe, leaning back, feeling his tip hit in the perfect spot, and suddenly you’re repeating your movements, searching for what will allow you to hit it over and over and over again.

He hums, eyes staring at the place where you two connect, watching himself disappear into your tightness. He’s unmoving, hypnotized by the movement of your hips, steady and consistent, as you pump yourself with pleasure with each push of your thighs. 

The high begins to rise in your chest, flame licking the insides of your belly, and your hand snakes from your breast down to your clit, the pad of your middle finger brushing lightly, so lightly, but just enough to send a moan through your lips. 

“You needy little slut,” he drawls, not bothering to look at you, eyes focused on the bounce of your breasts. “You didn’t miss me, you just missed my cock, didn’t you?”

“No, Con,” you pant, lips brushing the scruff on his cheek, tender despite the rough scratch against your skin. “‘Course I missed you.”

“You sure about that?”

Before you can respond, Connor’s hands are gripping your sides, hauling your body and flipping you over, settling on your hands and knees. He finds purchase on your hips, tugging them back toward him before he’s lining himself up with your dripping slit, your mouth falling open as he pushes back into you.

“Come on, sweetheart. Show me how bad you want my cock. Told you, you have to work for it.��

As if to encourage you, he pulls your hips back until your ass is crashing against his hip bones, and a cry escapes your throat as the tip of him caresses your cervix. But then, he stills, waiting for you to continue, and you can’t help but push yourself back onto his cock, greedy for more. 

“That’s it,” he groans, and you can practically feel his heated gaze boring into your ass, watching it bounce with each clap backwards. “Fuck yourself like the little slut you are.”

His words inject heat into your veins, arousal dripping out of you and lathering him in it; he doesn’t have to say it for you to know it, but you can hear the sound of him crashing into you, and it’s enough to make you want to cover your face with embarrassment, if not for the waves of pleasure he’s sending through you. 

A few more moments pass as you push yourself back onto him, the sounds escaping your mouth adorable and pathetic. Connor knows you’re not really getting what you want, can’t get what you want — at least, not on your own; you need him if you’re going to get the release you really want.

He’s patient, but he almost wants to laugh at how sweet and helpless you are, desperately pushing back in search of a release, too cock-drunk to think properly. And he tells you that.

“You’re so sweet, baby, so desperate for me you can’t even fuck yourself properly, can you?”

“Con – please –”

“Uh uh,” he says. “You’re the one who wanted to tease.”

A desperate whine falls from your mouth against your will as you force your hips back onto him with more force than before, frustrated tears brimming in your eyes. You’re hovering near the edge, but with each push, you begin to realize you’re never going to be able to bring yourself over it, not by yourself. He knows it, too; you can feel it in the smugness that oozes off of him in very un-Connor-like waves, threatening to swallow you whole with the new, or temporary, aura. Whatever it is, it suits him, despite his quiet and humble exterior. The best player in the entire world should be a little cocky every now and then, no?

“Can’t… can’t do it the way you can, baby,” you whisper, playing a new game. Keeping the waver out of your voice is hard, and this time you don’t bother trying. “N- no one fucks me like you do.”

“I sure hope not,” he says, a humorless chuckle following. A clear sign he isn’t falling for your tricks.

“Been thinking about you since you left,” you breathe. 

Connor hums, striking your ass with one clean slap. “I saw that.”

“Been wanting to c- come, all over your dick,” you stutter, pausing briefly to groan at the way his tip brushes your g-spot. He doesn’t respond, space filled by his heavy breathing, short pants into the air behind you.

Another moan falls from you as you twist your head, pausing your movements to look him in the eye, his pupils dilated, swallowing much of the beautiful green that’s highlighted by the hue of his sweatshirt. “But mostly just want you to cum in me.”

You swear you can hear the gears shift in his head as your words sink in, settling in his core, and you know he’s taken the bait. His grip on your waist tightens, free hand pressing against the back of your neck to press your face into the couch cushion, instantly setting an unrelenting thrust of his hips. The sound of your moan is muffled, your eyes squeezed shut as he drives the head of his cock into you over and over again, animalistic and unrestrained.

The orgasm you’d been waiting for springs up without any warning, and before you can even gasp the words out, it overtakes you, seizing your limbs and freezing your muscles with pleasure. Connor keeps moving, exhaling an amused chuckle, teasing words on the tip of his tongue that can’t quite make it out for the feeling of you gripping him so tightly. 

Your fingers weakly clutch the pillow, body absorbing as much of his rough movements as it can, though you know you’ll be aching and sore tomorrow. A carnal groan leaves him, in symphony with the sound of his hips slapping against your ass, and it stokes the fire inside of you, burning blue as the remains of your high revs up.

Either Connor can read your mind, or maybe he can just feel the way you squeeze him, letting him know your release is building back up like a tidal wave, but somehow he knows to reach around you, fingers fumbling to find purchase on your clit. He messily rubs with the pad of his finger, the way you taught him to, keeping firm pressure while maintaining his steady rhythm with his hips. 

“Give me one more, baby,” his voice is a hot whisper, breath loud against the shell of your ear. “Please.”

It’s the pulse of his middle finger against your clit that does it this time, along with the raw desire in his voice, sending you spiraling with a cry as you contract around him. Your hips writhe against his, walls clenching tightly as they pull his own release from him, a low groan echoing as you feel warmth filling you up.

His eyes are squeezed tight as he slows his hips, letting you milk him for all he’s worth, before stilling his hips, savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him. Your cheek rests against the soft material of the couch as your heart drums in your chest, and he leans forward to press a kiss against your shoulder blade. 

“Con,” you pant as you catch your breath, feeling his own heartbeat against your back. “If you pull out, we’re going to make a mess on the couch.”

“Mmm,” he hums, pressing another kiss on your skin, like he’s got all the time in the world. “And?”

“And my parents are gonna be here in like, an hour.”

He huffs, then groans, the sound vibrating against your spine. His arms wrap around your torso, maneuvering your weak body around so that he can pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he makes a heaving noise to pull you off the couch and move toward the stairs. Your arms wrap around his shoulders to give him some leverage as he carries you up, and you smile at him before pressing your lips against his. “That was fun.”

“You’re a little minx, you know that?” he asks, his voice lighthearted, and you squeal as he reaches into the shower to turn the faucet on, drops of cold water splashing your back. Once it’s warm enough, he steps in and presses you against the tiled wall before carefully setting you on your feet, slipping out of you as he does so. Connor kisses you deeply, so deeply that your breath all but leaves your lungs, and you’re so into the feeling of his lips on yours that you barely notice his fingers sliding their way between your legs, until they’re replacing his softening dick and he smiles as you gasp against his mouth.

“Gotta keep all of it in,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna be dripping when your parents show up at the door.”

[hockeysnapsgalore]

[keyshui]

where’d all the time go? a mcmattdrai fanfiction by keyshui

[dubersbutt]

Poly fic ask here!

Imagine connor and leon taking turns fuckin u in front of a mirror and then making u suck them both off.

*fantasized bout this last night*

Hey besties, it's been a while Why don't we catch up?

Leon's fingers dig into your hips to angle you in front of the mirror in the bathroom. The air is cool on your naked body as Leon's thumb slides over bottom lip.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror, pretty girl," his other hand slides in-between your thighs, the light pressure giving you goosebumps all over your body.

He presses kisses into your neck, beard tickling your skin, as he spreads your legs apart, letting you lean into his body. Your back arches into his bare chest when his fingers tease your clit.

It's an obscene sight. Leon raises one of your legs on the counter and slips one finger in your pussy while he uses his thumb to circle your clit. He adds a second finger and his other hand needs your breast, toying with your nipple.

He adds a third finger and your head falls back against his shoulder but suddenly you feel his hand on your jaw, pulling your head back to its original spot.

"Mirror, baby," he grunts, "Or I stop."

He adjusts his fingers and all of a sudden he's hitting that spot that makes you shout out his name, calling Connor into the bathroom. He strolls in, standing behind Leon, wrapping his hand around his waist. Leon doesn't miss a beat, keeping you on the edge even as Connor's hands start to wander his body.

"I-fuck," you pant, "Leo, I'm gonna cum. Please"

"Go ahead, baby."

A few seconds later you cum loudly, thighs clamping around Leon's as your body slumps into his arms. You don't even have time to recover before you're being pushed forward, chest meeting the cold countertop. Your legs being pushed apart and you can only barely touch the floor on your tip toes. You feel one of their cocks sliding through your folds before their hand is tangled in your hair, tipping your head back.

Connor meets your eyes through the mirror, "You know the rules, baby."

And then he's fucking into you, hips slamming into yours. You let out a shout as your arm comes out to brace yourself on the mirror. Beside you Leon is jerking himself off beside you. Every thrust pulls out a moan from you. You try to drop your head, but Connor still has a grip on your hair, firmly keeping you in place.

Then Connor starts to stimulate your already sensitive clit and all the tension in your body releases. Your pussy clenches spasms around Connor, who burries himself as he cums moments later. Connor reaches over and helps Leon finish on your back.

[seedlessmuffins]

.

[sunshineler]

no but Connor McDavid deserves to be taken care of, he always looks so stressed I just wanna peg him and make him cum until he cries

[stars1997]

Masterlist

Who I wright for:

feel free to send in requests :)

(Will also take request for anyone who may not be on this list)

* (smut)

Jack Hughes

Left Alone *

Quinn Hughes

Luke Hughes

Trevor Zegras

Jamie Drysdale

Jeremy Swayman

Lover Boy series (masterlist)

I like It *

Nico Hischier

Happy Anniversary Love *

Dawson Mercer

Cole Caufield

Matt rempe

the things you do to me *

Connor McDavid

Mat Barzel

[tapedsleeves]

2023 hrpf fic roundup

VGK / 6167 (mark stone / max pacioretty):

won't run away (but I'll have to take it slow) - the 6167 max thinks mark might be ace fic (rated T) passes too quick to see me - max has a migraine 5x drabble I want strings attached (prequel to our secret's worth its weight in gold published in 2022) - wherein mark buys the ring he hides from max in secret's worth i'd rather drown - after max is traded, he invites his family to visit Mark's house for christmas. but i can't see behind the sun - plane flirting triple drabble tripped and fell on you - max and mark met & hooked up as teenagers wear you like a stitch - mark has temporary amnesia or a gentle kiss - a vague pirate au double drabble

VGK / 981 (Jack Eichel / Jonathan Marchessault):

a wall to bring us closer - jonathan sees the photo of the way jack is looking at him later & decides to do something about it. from a shudder to a shockwave - jack falls in love with vegas, hockey, and jonathan marchessault you don't need to wonder, you're doing fine - Jack gets an idea for the post game award no reason to put up a fight - jack and marchy at stevie's wedding just what i needed - jack makes a kissing bet to get Marchy the Conn Smythe your whole life is a head (I hope we get to see it) - marchy has a crisis about being older than jack

Misc:

VGK: Chandler Stephenson / Shane Hnidy / Neon in the nighttime - parade hookups :)

VGK: Nic Roy / Zach Whitecloud / In all of my wildest dreams (they just ended with you and me) - bubble musing triple drabble

VGK: Nic Roy / Zach Whitecloud / i'll set you up against the stars - Nic wears lingerie

Canes: andrei svechnikov / jordan martinook / teach me to breathe (break me in half) - babygirl andrei :)

NJD: Nico Hischier / Jack Hughes / it's our anthem - first kiss double drabble

Kraken: Will Borgen / Carson Soucy / well and remix of and well from Will's POV

Kraken: Will Borgen / Carson Soucy / go hunt for honey - carson shares chocolate with will

Jets/VGK: Connor Hellebuyck/Laurent Brossoit / Message Pending / connor attempts to invite laurent to his house for a visit.

Jets/VGK: Connor Hellebuyck/Laurent Brossoit / but my body's in the lead - smut set after the Jets lose in round one of the 23 scp

Panthers: Matthew Tkachuk / Aleksander Barkov / Leon Draisaitl / fracture me - quick and dirty porn to make sure that dom!sasha is taking care of Matthew properly.

Panthers: Matthew Tkachuk / Aleksander Barkov / Leon Draisaitl / full time problem - leon calls sasha to set up matthew

Leafs: Kyle Dubas / Sheldon Keefe / ache it 'til you make it - sheldon gets stuck in playoff time loops

Leafs: Kyle Dubas / Sheldon Keefe / checking it twice - sheldon makes sure to write kissing on Kyle's to do list for tomorrow.

Leafs: Kyle Dubas / Sheldon Keefe / sand inside that hourglass (WIP) - Sheldon's wife used to peg him, Kyle offers to scratch the itch.

Avs: Nathan Mackinnon / Jonathan Drouin / just here to become the best yet (i'm just here for the psych assessment) - Jo finds a way to make Nate feel better after their back to back shut out losses

Oilers / VGK: Jack Eichel / Connor McDavid / or stone unturned - 5 times connor touched jack eichel

[ao3feed-hockey]

where’d all the time go?

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LlFUD61

by keyshui

“Leon wants to cut his ears off. He’s never wished more to be completely deaf and perfectly unaware than nowbefore. Oblivion would be a blessing at a time like this.

  He has, unfortunately, two perfectly functional ears, and is extremely aware of the noises being made behind the wall between his and Connor’s bedroom.”

 or, Matthew and Connor have a tradition of hooking up during Gary’s summer training. Leon wants nothing to do with it.

Words: 9331, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Matthew Tkachuk, Leon Draisaitl, Connor McDavid, Mitch Marner

Relationships: Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid/Matthew Tkachuk, Connor McDavid/Matthew Tkachuk

Additional Tags: Smut, Light Dom/sub, Accidental Voyeurism, Bad BDSM Etiquette, it’s lighthearted though, Mutual Pining, all three of them are stupid, Comedy, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Friends With Benefits, Rivals With Benefits, Unexpected Kink, what happens at gary’s stays at gary’s, Time as a Motif, Porn With Plot, Song: Where’d All The Time Go (Dr. Dog), Submissive Matthew Tkachuk

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LlFUD61

[comphy-and-cozy]

Note: I try to tag triggers as bet I can, but ultimately you as the reader are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of my content bothers you, please do not continue reading. If I am missing a tag, please feel free to shoot me a message. * = smut (18+ ONLY)! players I do not write for | tv/movie masterlist

ANDREI SVECHNIKOV - full masterlist here

BRADY SKJEI

Adore You (Brady Skjei x POC fem!OC) - 8.3K Freshly shipped from New York, Brady is new to the city of Raleigh and the Carolina Hurricanes. While he’s learning the city, he meets someone that just might change his life forever. Four times Brady thought he loved her, and one time he actually did.

The After Party* (Andrei Svechnikov x Reader x Brady Skjei) - 6.3K When your new fling Andrei invites you to his joint birthday party, you’re surprised to learn that it’s a past flame who shares his birthday. And surely a double birthday calls for a double celebration — even if that means that you are the gift. The After Party II* (Andrei Svechnikov x Reader x Brady Skjei) - 6.3K A year after your illicit tryst with your current fling and your ex-fling, you meet again.

Blurbs ✿Midnight Rain* ✿Picnic in the Park

BROCK BOESER

You Got What I Need (Brock Boeser x Reader) - 5.5K When Brock says something horrible in the midst of an argument, you take off and leave him alone to face the consequences of his actions. Will he be able to win you back, or are you gone forever? Chronicling the aftermath of a fight, featuring big brother Anders Lee.

Blurbs ✿A Jealous Distraction ✿Secrets ✿"Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now."

CHRIS KREIDER

✿“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” ✿"I'm pregnant." ✿"Why would I stop when it gets me what I want?"*

CONNOR MCDAVID

Work For It* (Connor McDavid x Reader) - 4.2K After a road trip, Connor is determined to show you how much he missed you, but only if you work for it.

GABE LANDESKOG

✿Date Night at the Drive-In* ✿Blood Drive ✿Mystery Machine

JEREMY SWAYMAN

Blurbs ✿"Don't mind me, just enjoying the view." / "I won't bite, unless you're into that sort of thing."

JT COMPHER - full masterlist here

MAT BARZAL

Love It If We Made It* (Mat Barzal x OFC) - 9.3K Aurora Foster and Mat Barzal are friends. Sometimes with benefits, sometimes with unspoken feelings, but always with a little something extra. When they have the opportunity to close the cross-country gap between them, will they be able to overcome the skinny love and take their relationship to the next level?

MATT MARTIN

Chaptered Fics/Series Sugar Daddy Marty Masterlist (Matt Martin x sugar baby!Reader)

MIKKO RANTANEN

Bad for Business* (Mikko Rantanen x Reader) - 4.2K Mikko has a crush on his massage therapist.

Bad for Business II* (Mikko Rantanen x Reader) - 2.5K Mikko learns to accept that his teammates are your clients, too.

MITCH MARNER

✿“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”

NOLAN PATRICK

✿“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.” / “Take my jacket, it’s cold” ✿Cheek kisses

TYSON JOST

Third Time’s the Charm* (Tyson Jost x plus sized!Reader) - 11.1K Tyson Jost has been your best friend since you were kids. After a drunken hookup, you thought you’d lost him forever - that is, until he gets traded to the Minnesota Wild, conveniently the city in which you now reside. Will the former flame return when you reunite, or has the time changed everything forever?

A Night in Paris* (JT Compher x Reader x Tyson Jost) - 10.6K Anything can happen on a Friday night at the Hard Deck. When you run into some old friends in search of a night to remember, you just might end up getting exactly what you wished for. Blurbs ✿“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” / “You’re pretty.” “You’re drunk.” ✿Wedding Day ✿Jost Family Reunion ✿Disaster Strikes ✿Trade Angst ✿"It feels like torture but I don't want it to stop."* ✿Pre-Wedding Festivities

[matthewtkachuk]

Hi Shelbs! I’m your winter exchange fic writer, here with a bunch of questions if that’s okay! Some of them are pretty cliche but bear with me lol

1. What are the top 5-7 players out of your list that you’d like to see? (Thank you for giving so many options btw!)

2. What is your favorite color?

3. Is there a song you’re obsessed with right now?

4. On a scale of 1-10 how much do you want me to include smut? And is there any particular kind you’d like to see the most? (ie soft, rough, kinky, etc.)

5. If I do angst, how angsty are you comfortable with it being?

6. Are there any topics/tropes I should avoid?

7. Are there any topics/tropes that you’d love to see?

8. Do you prefer established relationship or a developing one?

9. Are there any players I should avoid mentioning?

10. What pronouns and gender identity would you prefer?

I think that’s enough for now! Sorry to bombard you. Please feel free to include anything you want that I didn’t mention! I’m so excited to write for you 💚

Hi love!! sorry it’s taken a minute to reply, work is absolutely nuts rn

in no particular order: brock boeser, matthew tkachuk, jakob chychrun, timo meier, josh anderson, quinn hughes, william nylander - but ill be seriously happy with whoever you pick from my list if none of these are your style

pink!

to be honest i mostly just play my daylist, but here’s my top five on repeat from spotify:

4. soft smut, but only if you’re comfortable writing it! it’s not a deal breaker for me

5. i’ve been known to indulge in angst now and again but please happy ending only lol

6. i don’t think there are any tropes i don’t like

7. big fan of the ____ to lovers trope family - exes, friends, strangers, brothers best friend, best friends brother etc etc. i also really like when one of them is a little stupid when it comes to realizing the other likes them. oh and x falls first, but y falls harder

8. no real preference but probably leaning more towards developing

9. no known scumbags. or connor mcdavid. LOL

10. pronouns are she/her, and i’d prefer a female reader if possible but again not a deal breaker

hope this helps!!!!

[kniesyswrld]

the best you ever had• c.mcdavid

(Your hookup is Connor who knows you’ll never have a great orgasm without him giving it to you)

Warnings: Toxicity, Smut; Degrading names (Slut, Whore, Fuck doll, bitch), Daddy kink, Choking, Spanking, Being manhandled

“Want to go back to my place?” I ask Connor and he grins, “Sure.” He says and followed me outside. “Taxi.” I call out, and a car pulled up and we both got in and went back to mine.

He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, “You’ll never be fucked the way I fuck you.” He whispered in my ear, “Fuck.” I moaned and he took me to my room.

“Connor.” I said and he ignored me, “Daddy?” I say as more of a question, “Hmm, princess?” He asked with a smirk, “Give me your number, so we can fuck after this.” I said.

He tsked his teeth, “What if I never want to fuck you again?” He asked, “Yeah right.” I said and he chuckled, he grabs my phone and wrote his name in and number.

“You ever gonna fuck people after this other than me?” He asks, “Probably.” I said and he sighed, “Not the answer I wanted.” He says, “It’s the truth.” I say to him.

He rolled his eyes, “Then I have to be the best.” He says to me, I smirk but before I can say anything he pulled my legs and forced me to the edge of the bed.

“Kiss me, whore.” He said and I kiss him, “Your lips are so soft.” He breathed out and I smiled, “So are yours, Mr. Ice Hockey man.” I wink and he smacked my leg.

“It’s daddy to you.” He says and I whine, “Sorry, sir.” I said to him and he smiled. “Good girl.” He says and I giggle like a child, “Fuck me already.” I say and he scowled.

He slapped my arm, “Whores need to beg.” He says to me and I smirked. “Please daddy, fuck me long and hard to where my pussy is hurting.” I whined and he grinned.

“No.” He says and I whined loudly, “Why?” I asked him, “I want to be begged for some more.” He sighed in content, and I groan. “Connor, come on, my pussy is so needy for your big cock. I want it pushed so far inside me that it gets stuck and we have to walk around with your cock in me.” I said to him.

He smirks, “That’s so hot.” He says kissing down my neck and to my pussy, he placed a nice peck on my pussy lips. “Pussy is my favorite food.” He said licking his lips.

“Mine?” I asked him, “Maybe, I have to have a taste first.” He grins and licked along my lips. His tongue flicked my clit once and my legs already were shaking, he put his tongue in my pussy and I wrap my legs around his head.

I pushed his head more inside of me and he pulled back, “Do not do that, bitch.” He says slapping my face, resulting in a loud moan from me. He hovered over me and his chain was dangling in my face.

“You taste so good, princess. Did you know you were gonna be ducked tonight, whore?” He asked me, “Yes.” I blush, looking down, he took his fingers and made me look at him.

“That’s hot.” He grinned, “What’re you Paris Hilton?” I asked him, laughing loudly, he chuckled. “Are you making fun of me, slut?” He asked me, “No but I couldn’t keep it in, sorry daddy.” I said.

He sighed, “I don’t know if I can forgive you.” He said to me, “Let me make it up to you and suck your big cock.” I said to him, “Hmm, wow, you really are my fuckdoll after all.” He said to me, and I nod.

“Be a good girl now.” He says laying on his back, I kissed down his chest and kissed his tip. “Don’t tease.” He said and I bit my lip, “Do not let me cum!” He said and I nod.

I wrapped my lips around his cock and bobbed my head up and down, slowly at first, then sped up a bit from hearing his conformation by his soft moans and grunts.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He says, putting his hands in my hair and guiding my head. “I’m going to cum.” He moaned out, I let off his dick with a pop and he grunts.

He flipped us over and he hovered over me again, “I need to get my dick inside of you.” He says and I felt his hard cock on my thigh, “You have a condom?” He asked me, “No because I’m on the pill.” I told him.

“Do you have STDs?” He asked, “Nope, I get checked a lot because of my job.” I told him, “Do you have any?” I asked him, “Fuck no.” He said and I grab his hair, crashing his lips to mine.

He shoved his dick in me and I let out a loud moan, “Oh shit!” I moaned, “You could’ve warned a girl.” I say, clawing down his back. “Shut up, bitch.” He said to me.

“Oh fuck, you are so tight. Holy shit.” He says and played with my clit, “Oh baby!” I moaned gripping his hair and wrapping my legs around his torso, the new angle was something else. Woowee

He completely bottomed out and then slowly slide halfway out of me, “Who’s pussy is this?” He asked going harder, “Not yours.” I said and his grip tightened, “Oh yes it is. No one will ever fuck you this way, ever!” He said through gritted teeth.

“Sorry.” I said to him, he flips me over so my ass was in the air. He smacked my ass, a loud wince left my lips but I didn’t really care either did he, his hand feels me up and then eventually wrapped around my neck.

He enters me from behind and not slowly, may I add! He really was punishing me, “Daddy.” I moaned and my eyes rolled in the back of my head as he kept slapping my ass while pounding me from behind and still choking me.

“Shut up.” He says and slapped my ass again, his hand grabbed my hair and made my neck go back so I can look at him. He looked at me, “Open your mouth, slut.” He said to me, “What if I don’t?” I smirked.

He took his hand from off my neck and forcefully opened my mouth, he spits inside my mouth and I swallowed it. “Good girl.” He says and pushed my head back up right.

“I’m going to cum.” He grunts, slapping my ass again! “Me too, daddy.” I said and look behind to see his eyes closed, I started whining, “What?” He asked.

“You look so handsome.” I said to him with an innocent, “And you look so innocent, wow, me just fucking that away.” He said, actually being kind of nice and played with my hair.

His cock twitched, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He moaned and I felt warm spurts of his cum go inside of me, I let go of my release with a loud moan and squirting everywhere.

“Shit.” He said and I fell on my face, “Ouch.” I said to him, “Sorry.” He chuckled lifting me up so he could hold me.

He rubbed my ass cheeks soothingly, “Who’s pussy is this?” He asked again, smirking, “Yours.” I said muffled, “Huh?” He asked and I groaned, “Connor Mcdavids.” I said and he grins.

“Good girl.” He said and laid me down, “Let’s go to sleep.” He says and I nod, he kissed my forehead and I fell asleep.

[dubersbutt]

Take A Bow (2) - Leon Draisaitl/Connor McDavid

Part 1

Summary: How Leon tries to win you back

Warnings: smut, coming out, feelings of heightened anxiety/panic, pregnancy

“Hello,” you sound tired when you answer the phone. Leon realizes too late that it’s probably 2 or 3 am in Edmonton now, but he figures that he’s fucked up badly enough that waking you up can’t be that much worse.

“I got your text,” he says with a small laugh.

You sigh, “What the fuck happened, Leon.”

Leon, not Leo. You only called him Leon when you were mad at him.

“I-it’s complicated,” he says. The whole point of him leaving was so he could process his feelings but he’d barely even have time to think. “Where’s Connor?”

“Sleeping,” you say, “he hasn’t gotten much since he got home. Apparently my morning sickness is the worst at night and he’s been up with me.”

“Do you know...who the father is?”

“No,” you Leon's heart rate picks up. There’s a chance that the baby is his, that you’re throwing up and miserable because of him, and he’s not there.

“Listen Leon, Connor and I have been talking and it doesn’t matter whose it is, if you don’t want to be with us then it's fine. We’ll figure it out.”

“That’s not what I want,” he says, and immediately knows how stupid he sounds.

“Then why did you leave,” your voice cracks.

God, he’s making you cry. You’re pregnant and he’s making you cry.

He hears a muffled voice next to you and then, “Leo?”

Leon clears his throat, he didn’t realize he was crying until he felt the tear roll down his face.

“Uh-hi.”

“We’ll call you back,” he says, “(Y/N) hasn’t slept at all tonight, and well, you’re not exactly helping right now.”

“I-no, that’s fine. I understand.”

Connor hangs up, and Leon drops his head in his hands before he realizes he hasn’t told them about his return flight.

*Good Vibes Only - GC*

Leon: I booked my flight. I’ll be home on Friday.

~~~

Leon’s flight lands at 11 am. He’s fully expecting to have to call an Uber to the house, but is pleasantly surprised when he sees Connor at the luggage carousel. He takes a deep breath, feeling a little on edge. He was hoping to have the Uber ride over to collect his thoughts before he had to talk to either of you.

“Hi,” Leon says, giving an awkward wave, “I’m not going to lie, I’m a little surprised you’re here.”

Connor’s brow furrowed, “Obviously I’m here to pick you up.”

Leon can’t help but notice that Connor’s mask covers the majority of his face, and his beanie is pulled low over his head.

Leon’s expecting the waiting to be more awkward, and it is a little bit, but it’s bearable.

“How’s (Y/N)?” Leon asks after a moment.

Connor lets out a short laugh, “Always hungry, but we haven’t found something that’ll stay down yet.”

“Really?” Leon asks.

“Not soup, not chicken, and do not even think about pickles around her,” he says, as a shudder runs down his back, “I mentioned pickles the other day and she almost vomited in my face.”

Leon chuckles at the image. He knows that you’re about 6 weeks along, and had found out after your gynecologist appointment a few days after Connor and Leon left for the bubble. Connor fills you in on more of your pregnancy symptoms as they make their way to the car. Aside from the morning sickness, they haven’t been too bad.

“We have to pick up Dairy Queen for her,” he says, starting the car.

“Cookie dough with fudge?” Leon asks, having done a few ice cream runs before you were pregnant.

“She wants raspberry sauce in it too,” he says shaking his head, “I want to veto it, because we had lava cake with raspberry sauce for dessert the other day and she ate a little bit from the container and immediately started dry heaving.”

That sounds exactly like something you would do, “You can veto it. She’ll probably be more pissed at me than anything.”

“Probably.”

Connor does ultimately veto the raspberry sauce with your cookie dough. He asks Leon if he wants anything but Leon declines, even though he’s insanely warm because of nerves. Connor gets himself a massive sundae.

Leon grabs his bag from Connor’s trunk, slinging it over his shoulder. Leon’s car stares at him from its spot in the garage. Leon’s not a huge car guy, but he does miss it when he’s in Germany.

He leaves his bag at the base of the stairs, and walks to the kitchen where he can hear you clanging in around. He passes the living room as he does so, where Bowie is napping in one of the dog beds. Upon realizing Leon is home, he lurches out of the bed and runs as fast as his little legs will carry him. Leon squats down, revelling in the love he gives him.

“Hi Bobo,” he coos, “I missed you so much.”

He’d been so caught up in a whirlwind of emotions he hadn’t even realized how much he missed Bowie, not that he forgot about him. “How mad is your mom at me?” he mutters, pressing a kiss to Bowie's forehead.

Bowie doesn’t offer a reply, not that Leonvwas expecting him to, just snuggles deeper in Leon’s arms. He keeps Bowie in his arms as he walks to the kitchen.

He stops in the doorway.

There’s a banner over the island that reads “YOU MIGHT BE A DAD.” He laughs at the poorly drawn doodle of a baby with “97 or 29?” underneath the words.

“I had this up when you were supposed to come home from the bubble,” you say, inspecting your ice cream, “Connor where the fuck is my raspberry.”

“I am not having a repeat of the fried chicken incident,” Connor says, shovelling his sundae into his mouth.

(Leon later learns that the “fried chicken incident” is you eating fried chicken on three separate occasions and immediately hurling the contents of your stomach each time.)

“I just booked the paternity test,” you say, as Leon sits down on the barstool next to Connor, “It’s in two weeks, but I still think that we should wait until they’re 18 and then just give them an envelope and be like ‘surprise bitch’.”

“No,” Connor and Leon say at the same time.

“You’re so boring,” you roll your eyes.

“So let’s just get to it,” you say, “What happened, Leon?”

Leon takes a deep breath, scratching Bowie’s chin, “So I fucked up.”

Connor laughs beside him, Leon ignores him.

“I…” he’s spent so long thinking about what he wants to say, but still can’t formulate the words, “It was an impulse decision. I-I wanted to take some space to think about things. I didn’t want to leave without warning.” “And what are the things you wanted to think about?” you ask.

“I’ve been having a hard time not being able to be...out about us,” he admits, “And I just wanted to think about it.”

You sigh, “Leo, these are things that we need to talk about.”

“I know, but I just-I…” he doesn’t know what he's trying to say.

“Do you...not want to be with us anymore,” Connor asks, pushing around the ice cream in his bowl.

“No, it’s not that,” Leon pauses, “It’s just-I’ve never had, like a real relationship before and I’m happy with you two and I want to show you off but I can’t.”

No one answers so he continues, “And I’m not saying that we need to announce it to the world, but I’d like to maybe tell my parents. Actually, my mom kind of knows.”

“I didn’t know you told her,” you say, reaching out and resting your hand on his, “How did that go?”

“She knew there was something wrong when I came home,” Leon leaves out the part about him crying in his mom’s car. You guys didn’t need to know everything, “And she had a hunch that one of my close guy friends was more than a friend when I was younger. She asked me if it had something to do with Connor. I didn’t tell her everything but she’s not stupid, she can put two and two together.”

“Does she know why you came back?”

“I just said there was a team emergency that they wanted me to be back for. I don’t think she bought it, but she didn’t question me.”

He’d told his mom a little bit more about his relationship, but had yet to tell her that he was dating both a man and a woman.

“Was that the only thing?” you ask, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb, “We weren’t ignoring you were we?”

“No,” he says quickly, he’s never once felt isolated in the relationship itself. He tells them so.

“Listen, I’m not expecting you to forgive me right away,” he says, “I’ll sleep in the guest room for a while. But regardless of whether the baby’s mine or Connor's, I still want to be with you. I’m willing to put in the work if you are.”

“You don’t have to sleep in the guest room,” you respond.

Leon shakes his head, “I don’t want you to feel forced. I want to fix things properly so taking a little bit of space will be good for us.”

~~~

That lasts a solid week.

Connor is out with Lenny and Bowie on a run. Leon is still doing his two week quarantine for entering Canada. Technically he should probably be in a different house but he doesn’t want to miss anything from your pregnancy. And, he splurged on a private fight back to Edmonton.

Leon’s sitting on the bed in his guest room, reading a book when there’s a knock at the door.

“Leo?” you ask when he calls you in, “are you busy?”

“No,” he says, closing his book and putting it on the bedside table, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everythings fine,” you sit on the edge of the bed, “But I’m bored.”

“You want to watch a movie, or go for a walk or something?”

“I-no,” you say, tucking your hair being your ear nervously, “Not like that.”

Leon chuckles as it clicks, “(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“Are you trying to get me to have sex with you?”

“Maybe…” you trail off.

“(Y/N), you are aware we’ve had sex before right?” he teases, poking you in the shoulder, “You have an appointment next week to see if that baby’s mine.”

“Shut up,” you shove him playfully, “I wouldn’t have been so formal before you decided to fuck off to Germany.”

Leon lets the comment roll off his back, and pulls you into his lap. He nuzzles the sensitive spot under your jaw. His fingers flex into your hip bones as he presses a kiss there, scraping his stubble against your skin. He feels your fingers grip the short hairs at the base of his neck.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, letting his thumbs run underneath your sleep shirt.

You nod your head but Leon’s not quite satisfied.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Please, Leo.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

He gently places you on the bed, lifting your shirt over your head. He trails his kisses down your body, toying with your nipples. He kisses your belly, only the slightest belly bump can be detected, before settling in between your legs. He pulls off your shorts, kissing the newly exposed skin, occasionally scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

He pulls your legs open, holding them in place by gripping your thighs. As he lowers his face to your pussy. He moans as he licks a stripe up your pussy. He pauses when he gets to your clit, sucking on it. He brings you to the edge three times before you’re beginning for more.

“Leo,” your moans spur him on, “Please, Leo, please please.”

And what is he supposed to do, say no?

He hums against your pussy, the vibrations travelling up your spine with a shudder. Your pussy tightens around his tongue as he continues to slide it through your folds. His nose bumps your clit as you come down from your high, your nails dig into his scalp but he can’t bring himself to care.

Leon knee walks up the bed, attaching his mouth to yours before settling in the bed next to you.

“What about?” you ask, palming him through his shorts.

Leon jerks back, “I’m fine for right now, I just want to be with you.”

“Get naked then,” you say, “you know I don’t like being the only naked one.”

Leon is aware of this fact. He doesn’t understand it, he’s usually naked when he’s home regardless of anybody else. But he peels off his shirt and kicks off his shorts. His cock rests, semi-hard against his stomach. He laces his fingers with yours, resting them on your hip as you chat idly about nothing in particular.

“Leo, have you seen (Y/N), she’s not in our r-” Connor cuts himself off when he opens Leon’s room door.

“Don’t you knock?” Leon teases.

Connor rolls his eyes, “I have seen you naked everyday since we were 18. There is no privacy between us.”

“Shut up and cuddle with us,” Leon says, “No clothes allowed.”

Leon sleeps in between the two of you in your bed for the first time in a while.

~~~

Things don’t go completely back to normal, but Leon doesn’t expect to. He knew he missed sleeping in the same bed as you and Connor when he couldn’t fall asleep in his bed in Germany (well, that and the news that you were possibly carrying his child), but he didn’t realize how much. He didn’t realize he missed when you used his chest as a pillow, and Connor splayed out on the bed next to you. He missed when Connor would tuck himself into Leon’s side and pretend to be annoyed when you would join them. He even missed being in the middle, as hot and stuffy as it gets between warm bodies.

When his quarantine is over, he joins Connor on his walk/runs with the dogs. He gets back into the groove of cooking meals for three people, accommodating your weird pregnancy cravings.

Things are nice.

The day of the paternity test, tensions are a little high.  The three of you had never discussed children at length, and both Leon and Connor agreed that they would be involved in the kids' life, regardless of the father. But, Leon really wants it to be his.

Due to COVID protocols, only one person is allowed to accompany you, but you decide that you’re going to go with your best friend instead, and open the envelope once it comes in the mail a week or two later.

You come home from the ultrasound feeling good. You and your friend stopped for ice cream on the way back, and she stayed for lunch while you relayed the events of the doctor’s appointment.

“Fetuses are fucking weird,” you say, shoveling garlic bread into your mouth. Leon really hopes it’ll stay down, “They showed me a diagram of what it looks like and I puked immediately.”

“It’s the miracle life,” Connor says, only half joking.

Your friend snorts, “Nah, that’s a load of bullshit.”

“This pregnancy thing is so overrated,” you agree, “We’re adopting the next kid.”

~~~

Leon checks the mail two weeks later. He has to stop himself from ripping open the envelope in front of the mailbox.

“(Y/N),” he calls when he enters the house, “Connor? Where are you?”

“The nursery.”

The nursery was one of three guest rooms. They’d emptied out the furniture so it was bare, you were still deciding on a theme. The only thing in the room was the rocking chair your mom had used when you were a baby. That’s where you sat, with Connor on the footstool, scrolling through a furniture website.

“It’s here.”

You shut the laptop, placing it on the floor.

“Who wants to open it?”

“I think you should,” Leon says, giving you the envelope. Connor nods his head in agreement.

You take a deep breath, ripping open the top of the envelope and pulling out the letter inside. Your hand rests on your still-nonexistent bump.

“Congratulations, Leon,” you look up at him. Leon feels tears prick the corner of his eyes, “You’re gonna be a dad.”

~~~

Connor seems to be walking with a little more bounce in his step after the news. It’s not that he hates kids, they just stress them out. He prefers to hang out with kids that won’t die if he looks at them the wrong way.

(Leon had called everyday between the initial news and his flight and Connor picked up while you were napping one day and spiraled.

“I’m supposed to be mad at you, but I’m freaking the fuck out,” he whisper screamed, presumably in the room next to you.

“Babies are scary. Why are their heads so soft? How do you hold them? They’re so fragile, one wrong move and they’re dead.”

Leon wanted to laugh, but he reacted in a very similar way the first time he held his cousin’s newborn a few years ago.” )

Leon however, was ecstatic.

A few days later after the news, the three of you sat down to talk about things. You asked Connor if he would rather be “Uncle Connor” instead, but Connor shook his head.

“I still want to be involved, even though it’s not mine.”

Leon determined that he would be called Papa. That’s what he grew up calling his father, and what he always imagined his kids would call him. Connor chose dad, predictably Canadian. You didn’t really care what the kid called you, the more important distinction was between Connor and Leon.

“Okay, so now we reach the dilemma,” you say, taking a deep breath, “Everyone’s gonna think this baby’s Connors.”

Leon nods, “Yeah, I figured.”

“Is that okay?” you reach out to hold Leon’s hand.

“I-I think so,” Leon says, “I mean, once I explain to my parents and some other people then I’ll be fine.”

“Actually I was thinking,” Connor pipes up, “So obviously we tell the public this baby is mine, but what if when it’s born”

“They,” you corrected, “Just because we don’t know the gender doesn’t mean they’re not human. I’m not giving birth to a goblin.”

“What if when they are born,” he corrects himself, “On social media Leon also posts the baby. I don’t even post that much, so if Leo wants to show the baby off then he can do that.”

“That could work,” you muse, “Nobody really asks you guys about your personal life, you could just say your girlfriend doesn’t like social media.”

Which wouldn’t technically be a lie, all your accounts were private.

“But what about when the baby gets older?” Surely people will put 2 and 2 together.

Connor shrugs, “They can talk all they want, I don’t care. I just want you to be happy.”

“Yeah, Leo,” you agree, “I can’t say I understand how much it sucks to have to hide an important part of your life, but you should be able to be a proud dad.”

“Plus,” Connor says, “If I want to post a picture of them or something, I can do the thing where I put an emoji over their face.”

It’s not perfect, but Leon doesn’t really care.

~~~

You eventually tell your parents that you’re pregnant with Leon’s baby, not Connor’s. It takes you about 20 minutes to explain that you weren’t cheating on Connor, and that he’s completely fine with the situation, but they eventually got the memo.

Leon tells his mom over FaceTime. She’s not as surprised as he expected, but she’s very happy to meet you. She asks to see your bump, and you lift up your sweatshirt to show the very early sign of your developing baby.

Connor plans on putting off the conversation for as long as possible. He’s hoping the baby looks like you so he never actually has to. He’s not ashamed, he just doesn’t want to explain himself.

~~~

Leon knew you had a high sex drive before, but around the 4 month mark he’s honestly shocked by how much you want him and Connor. Leon gets woken up one day by your whimpers as Connor fucks you from behind. 10 minutes later, he’s pushing you up against the shower wall, dropping to his knees and eating the cum out of your pussy. Later, you climb into Leon’s lap while Connor’s getting groceries. By the time he comes home, Leon’s completely spent, lying on the coach panting as you grind your bare cunt on his stomach, trying to get any kind of friction. Upon seeing you feverishly grind your hips on Leon, Connor simply  pushed your shoulders forward so your chest was up against Leon’s before unzipping his jeans and sliding right into the waiting pussy.

But then all of a sudden it stopped. You went from wanting sex all the time, to hardly ever wanting to be touched other than cuddling before bed.

Leon would usually be grateful for a bit of a break, but the rest of his body doesn’t get the memo.

He learns that Connor feels the same way too. You were taking the puppies for a walk before your gyno appointment and Leon walked in on Connor in the shower. His eyes were shut as he braced himself against the shower wall. Leon can see his face screwed up in pleasure as his hand moves between his legs. He grabs the shower lube from the cabinet under the sink before letting himself in.

(Leon holds Connor’s wrist, stopping his movements and Connor whimpers. The sound goes straight to his dick.

“You wanna cum, baby?” Leon grunts, letting his hand slip in between Connor’s cheeks, lightly teasing his hole, “Think you can wait for me to get you ready so I can fuck you?”

Connor nods, head resting against the glass.

“Words, Con,” he says, teasing Connor’s cock with his other hands.

Connor groans, “Please, Leo.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Fuck me Leon.”)

Leon couldn’t even be surprised, really. He was coming upstairs to do the exact same thing.

~~~

You go into labour a week past your due date, right before the boys start playoffs. You obviously knew that childbirth was no walk in the park, but holy shit nothing could have prepared you for this.

8 hours later, you were holding your baby girl.

“I told you it’d be worth the wait,” you say as you rock your baby in your arms. Leon is sitting next to you on the bed, mask hanging off one ear (the suite was private, and your OBGYN was an old Indian woman who only knew Connor and Leon from the billboard on her drive to work. She wasn’t going to tell anyone anything).

“You were right,” he pulled you in closer to his body. The only  thing missing from this moment was Connor on your other side, but he wasn’t allowed at the hospital because of the rona, “I had a feeling she was gonna be a girl.”

“So it’s Emilia,” you looked at him to confirm.

“Unless you or Connor changed your mind,” Connor had an equal part of the naming process, though useless. If it were up to him, the baby’s name would be Khaleesi.

Leon takes a picture of you holding the baby to send to Connor. He gets the notification that Connor’s posted the photo a few minutes later (with the caption “let the dad jokes begin”).

“Leo,” you voice breaks Leon from his infatuation with the baby, “Do you want to take her? I’m so sleepy.”

“Of course,” you’re able to make the transfer without jostling your lower body too much.

He’s bouncing her in his arms for a while, humming a lullaby his mother used to sing him for both you and the baby. A few moments later you’re snoring softly next to him, and Leon reality hits Leon. The baby in his arms is his.

“Hallo,” Emilia doesn’t stir, “I’ve got your back. Always.”

~~~

Leon waits almost two whole weeks before he posts a picture of Emilia on Instagram. He’d just taken her out of the swaddle and snapped a picture of her mid-stretch in her unicorn printed onesie. He captioned it Surprise and posted it.

When he does media the next day one of the reporters does actually ask him about.

“So Leon,” he says, “this is a bit off-topic, but did you just have a baby?”

Leon can’t stop the smile on his face, “My girlfriend would be mad if I took credit. I did not have the baby, she did.”

[badstoriesaboutgoodpeople]

You’ve written sub connor mcdavid but what about Davo being a Dom?

Connor usually comes across as pretty cool and collected so I think when it comes to riling him up you’d be able to get away with a little bit before he starts to get annoyed with you. When his patience is gone, however, I don’t think he’d hesitate to just pull you across his lap and spank you until you’ve lost the attitude. He’d like you in lace and leather, and buy you a dainty diamond chain that you could wear in public in place of the heavier duty leather collar you wear sometimes when he wants to be able to hook his finger through the d ring and drag you up from where you’ve been kneeling for him