#sidney crosby x you

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just a lil firefighter!sid fluff for y'all :)

gif from @ehghtysevenarchive + per this ask and others

Surely, the chief of Canada's oldest fire department has more important things to do on a crisp morning, the last one preceding a fresh week, than this. He most definitely does. And, yes, Chief Crosby is known for his pragmatic approach to, well, everything.

But neither carries weight here—not when she calls.

Leaky faucet, dead car battery, unreachable spider... It doesn't matter. One ring, and he's rushing home. He can't pin-point when the pattern began, likely sometime shortly between the day you moved into town and his first off-day, but it's a routine he's come to enjoy despite the extra strain on both his schedule and his body; Sidney never thought sharing a property line could be so tedious or time-consuming.

He knows he shouldn't enjoy the distraction as much as he does. You aren't together, Sidney doesn't ever allow his imagination wander that far, but he can't help it. He can't help but help. He rarely turns down anyone in need, which has done wonders for his reputation within the community, but with you... With you, it's different, and embarrassingly so.

He doesn't have the words to explain it. Not that he needs to, it's written plainly across his face.

There's a reason you're regular fixtures in the town's gossip column.

When he arrives on scene—not ten minutes after his F-Series crawled down the gravel drive—Sidney shakes his head and laughs. Collecting his cell and his radio, he slips out of the truck, watching as you fret like a mother hen.

Still in your slippers, you're stood at the base of a decently-sized red spruce wedged between his yard and yours, your crumpled face angled up into the yellow-green needles. You're the very picture of worry, wringing your trembling hands and muttering to yourself.

A stray kitten caught in a tree, that's what's got you in a such a state.

"Well, this is a new one," he bellows in lieu of a greeting, slamming the door shut as his boots hit the ground.

Briefly, your glassy eyes dart in his direction. You're midway through your customary apology when he arrives at your side and quiets you, just as he always does.

"They're more than capable of holding down the fort for however long it takes to rescue our new friend, okay?"

"I know, but what if—"

"But nothing," Sidney huffs, and he dares to take you by the shoulders. And, externally, he ignores the way you shiver under his palms. "If I didn't think it was safe for me to step out for a couple of minutes, I wouldn't. You believe me, right?"

You nod, bottom lip pinched between your teeth.

"Good. Now, how 'bout you keep an ear on this," Sidney sets the clunky satellite radio in your hand, "—and I'll grab the ladder from the shed?"

He doesn't really need your help monitoring the channel, but he knows you'll feel better if you feel like you're doing something. Like him, you find comfort in your utility.

In less than a minute, Sidney re-emerges, rounding the corner with a ladder in hand. You're in the same spot, now fidgeting with the radio, anxiously dumping it from one palm to the other and back again. He follows your gaze to line up the simple equipment necessary for the rescue operation.

Sidney's heart swells as you quietly step forward to spot him.

Lucky for everyone, the ball of orange fur is on the branch nearest to the ground. Sidney needs only to step up onto the first wrung to safetly coax the frightened creature into his waiting hands, he's back on the ground not long after.

He gives the kitten a gentle parting scratch under the chin, then transfers the purring fluff to you. The soft bundle takes to you immediately, nuzzling into your chest like that's where it wanted to be all along.

"I think he likes you," Sidney observes with a cheek-numbing grin.

Your lips are tipped up at the end and there's fan of happiness rooting itself around your eyes. Your mouth opens to reply, but before the words come—

"Well, would you look at this?"

Across the quiet street and a few houses to the left sits an audience of two. Both of which are now cooing as loudly as two ladies in their sixties can manage. Coffee cups in one hand and their cellphones propped up in the other, they fawn over the two of you as if it's live theater.

Sidney curses their sons, who he'd completed the explorer program with as teens, for enabling this technological torture.

"Smile, you two! Oh, Denise is just going to eat this up," one of them, a spitfire in a 4'11 frame by the name of Mrs. Bouchard, exclaims to her co-conspirator, Ms. Johnston.

Then, to no one's surprise and Sid's chagrin, they giddily type out their respective messages to the local paper's equally-nosy editor-in-chief.

"Looks like we're front-page news again," you hum bashfully.

The tabby mewls in your arms. You curl into the little bundle of fur, lips landing between its delicate ears.

Sid studies you in his periphery as he slips in and out of heady contemplation, ultimately deciding he doesn't mind as much as he once did. "That we are..."

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[cyarskj52]

he’s such a dweeb! “we’re just going to do some shots of you looking cool. looking tough.” “you know what i don’t even know if i want to see it now.”

[teacactusworld]

Sigh… I almost worked my way through all the sidgeno fics on ao3 and then realized theirs about 1000 more once you log into your account and I’ve now lost my place and have to sort through ALL 3000 of them butttt at least I have more reading material!!!!

[provokedgoalie]

Birthday Boy.

sidney crosby x reader

rating: 18+ only. so, minors dni 🔞

a/n: happy birthday to this wonderful man (and player)! I love him so much, I had to write something for his bday <3 (also, bolded sentences are from this post)

“You look good like this,” Sid breathed against your neck, bunching up the jersey you were wearing with his last name embroidered on the back.

He arrived home to find you on the shared bed on your hands and knees, swaying your hips and glancing over your shoulder with a saucy grin; something in him snapped when he discovered you in that position.

Maybe it was the way you presented yourself like a gift, ready to be unravelled and appreciated.

Or, perhaps it was the subtle ownership in wearing his jersey— like you were proclaiming to him, that your body and soul were his to take and do as he pleases.

And it's exactly what he plans on doing, as he firmly grips your hips to rut against your ass, while leaving harsh love bites scattered across your neck.

A pained whimper leaves your mouth, only to be replaced by a soft sigh as he soothes the sting with a long stripe of his tongue.

“I'm going to ruin you,” he promised.

[velvetpucks]

[silverstonesainz-archive]

𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮 || 𝐬.𝐜.

❝ Do you call her, almost say my name? ‘Cause let’s be honest, we kinda do sound the same ❞

summary: how many more times can you be burnt by the same flame? word count: 2.8k warnings: cussing, drinking (nothing excessive), toxic behavior from the captain himself. note: wow it's been a while. i'm so sorry for the wait. i hope you like this one. also, italicized are flashbacks haha.

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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“Y/n, there you are!” You whip your head around and see Kris jogging up to you. You stop in your tracks, waiting for him to catch up to you.

“Hey, everything alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah all good. I just heard you were in the building, and I’d be remised if I didn’t stop and say hi to my favorite photographer.” He flashes you a charming smile and you can’t help but roll your eyes playfully. “So hi.”

You giggle, nodding, “Hi Kris, it’s been a long time.”

A year ago, after many tears shed and a tumultuous week of decision making, you made the decision to terminate your contract with the Pens and move north. There were all too many reasons why moving from Pittsburgh to Long Island was right for you, but perhaps the biggest reason would be staring at you right in the face. 

“If you leave, then we’re done.”

His face was stone cold, expression serious. There was no furrow in his brow, nor a curve on his lips. He was cold, not a single emotion given away in his eyes. 

His face was stone cold, expression serious. There was no furrow in his brow, nor a curve on his lips. He was cold, not a single emotion given away in his eyes. 

“That’s not fair Sid.”

The sound of Anders calling your name snaps you out of your day dream. You jog over, shaking away the memories and try to focus on your job. 

Today, you think to yourself, is going to be a long day

—

You closed the opening for your camera, leaning back as the second period nearly comes to a close. The Pens were up by one, and the Islanders have yet to get on the board. A couple of the guys pass by you, giving the glass a quick tap as if to say hi, before skating to the bench to listen to what Barry has planned for the last thirty seconds. You stand from your seat, weaving through the crowd to get to the tunnel to shoot some shots of the boys as they head into the locker room. 

You click through your camera roll, skipping quickly through the photos of Anthony, Brock, and Oliver, finally making it to the flicks of boys in black and white jerseys. You hum, smiling at a few celebration shots between Jake and Geno. This is definitely not what you’re being paid for, but they were your friends and you simply couldn’t help yourself. 

The buzzer goes off, and you scurry to get to the tunnels, pushing through people who were off to grab all to expensive stadium snacks. You had made your way, holding your camera up to your eye and click your shutter. But it isn’t until tints of black and yellow pass your gaze do you realize that you had made it to the wrong tunnel.

“You must be lost,” You pull the camera off your face, to meet Geno’s playful gaze as he walks past you with a grin.

“I just might be.” You tease, giving him a shy smile. You can hear his deep laugh fading as he moves farther from you. You shake off the interaction, rushing to get to the other locker room in hopes to make up for the mistake you’ve made.

But of course, you bump into a black and white jersey that covered pounds of padding and gear. You curse quietly to yourself before pouring out a multitude of apologies. It isn’t until you look up, and your eyes meet a familiar set of hazel ones does your throat dry and force you to stop talking. His hair is damp with sweat, forehead red from his helmet, and gloves held in his left hand. 

“Y/n…”

“No. Don’t say my name like that. Like you’re disappointed in me. You should be proud of me, supportive even, that I’m taking strides for myself and career.”

Sidney stays quiet, the despondent look on his face never faltering. 

“Or are you disappointed that I’ll no longer be in your shadow?”

“Sorry, let me get out of your way.” 

You can see him open his mouth, but you walk off before he could manage to get a word in. Your feet take you quickly and further from your ex-boyfriend. You push through multiple staff members until the familiar blue and orange come into view. Quietly, you slip into the locker room and begin to take quiet shots of your team. Only a few notice your sudden entrance, but no-one makes a comment. 

Soon, it is only mere minutes until third period and the boys are back on the ice. You speak to your partner, looking at her shots and thanking her for taking them while you were lost. She asks where you had disappeared to, and you blame it on a bathroom break. Your mind is clouded with memories of your last conversation with Sidney, the one filled with tears as you begged the man before you to be happy for you. It was hard to think of the moments before that, all the good and happy. All the moments that knocked the air out of you was no longer at the forefront of your mind. Just angry tears and hurtful words that he left you with and forced you to take with you all the way to Long Island.

“Go, leave, see if I care!” Sid’s eyes are red with rage, breathing heavy as he glares at you before turning on his heel to walk out of your apartment.

“I will!” You stomp after him, picking up his jacket and throwing it against his back. The black fabric makes a soft thud at the contact and it falls to the ground. “Take all your shit with you.”

He bends down and takes your favorite jacket of his, gripping it in his hand so hard you can see his knuckles turn white. “Goodbye Y/n.”

The third period comes to a disappointing end for the Islanders. You take a couple shots of the brief hugs and head pats shared on the ice before they waddle off. You lean back in your seat, watching has hundreds of people scream and cheer for their home team before pouring out of the room. It only takes twenty minutes before the loud buzzing fades away and you are left with the slight hum of the lights. It was peaceful, and it allowed you to forget— just for a moment—  where you are. 

“No, I normally don’t do this.” The deep voice is soft, growing loud with each step. “But I thought I could show you this quickly before I have to leave tonight.”

You sink into your chair, watching as a girl steps out onto the bench, looking in awe at the empty stadium. Your heart nearly comes up your throat as you see Sid come up behind her, that boyish smile curved onto his lips making him look younger. You see the sparkle in his eyes as he admires her, the look of awe spread on her face as she looks around the ice. You know that look anywhere, he used to look at you like that. 

And maybe he still is. It doesn’t take a scientist to see how similar you both look. From the color of her hair all the way to his black hoodie slung over her shoulders. She looked like you, when you were drowning in the attention and affection the Sidney Crosby showered you in. Heck, she holds the same awe-struck expression you did when Mr. Crosby first brought you here once upon a time. The captain’s new girl is a spitting image of you. You nibble on your bottom lip, fighting a smile as your heartache dissipates more so than it ever has in the past year. 

You stand from your seat, the bottom of the seating springing up loudly and catching the attention of the only other people in the arena. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you offer the girl a curt smile as she looks at you with wide eyes. If it weren’t for the deafening silence, you would miss your name softly falling from the lips of your ex-boyfriend. The echo in the room carries it to you, and you smirk before turning on your heel and out the door.

“You’ll regret this,” He said to as he handed you your old spare key, “In some form or another. And you’ll never find someone like me.”

“But that’s the point isn’t it?” 

Kris is everything, but especially persistent. That’s why you’re sat before a Kris, Geno, Chad and  Jake at their favorite bar with a pitcher of beer to share. You don’t even like beer like that, but you were also in no mood to order yourself your own cocktail. Geno pours more in your glass, breaking any progress you’ve made with it.

“More.”

“Geno,” You swat his hand, and he giggles as he places the pitcher down, “I barely finished my first glass.”

“I know.”

You shake your head as the boys laugh at the interaction, before diving into a conversation about a potential golf game for the next morning. The bar is busy, filled with Pens fans and several players. You spot Sidney and his girlfriend just two tables over, sharing a basket of fries. You nearly threw up when they had walked in earlier in the night, her outfit almost exactly the same as yours. Chad made a snide comment about it, and you had to turn away to hide your flush cheeks. 

“We always call him out for it,” Jake whispers in your ear.

“Hm?”

“That Natalie looks like you. Sounds like you too.” 

You look back over at them, popping a fry in your mouth. Sidney turns in his chair, his eyes catching yours. There is a small smile on his face as he nods as if to greet you. In a split second, Natalie turns to see where, or who, her beau is looking at. 

“He’s not really over you, and everyone can see it.” 

You smile at Jake’s words, biting down on a fry before breaking eye contact with Sidney. You bump shoulders with him, and Jake laughs before taking a sip of his beer. The five of you don’t stay for much longer. The clock hits eleven and it’s time for you to retire back to your hotel before your next very long day of traveling. The goodbyes aren’t as heart wrenching as the last, and you nearly believe that you will keep the promise to visit more often than work lets you. 

You fall into bed when you finally get back to your hotel, the bed plush and untouched. The sheets smell fresh, and it takes you to a place of peace. You only lay there for ten minutes before you sit up and attempt to edit all the photos you took during the day. 

About two hours deep into your work, the clock sitting comfortable at 2:34 AM, does your phone ringing take you out of it. A familiar 724 number displays on your screen. Your heart speeds up, and you stare at it for a couple more seconds to be sure it’s real. Then— against better judgement— swipe on the green button on the bottom of your screen.

“Hello?”

“Hey.” He sounds breathless on the other end. Neither of you say anything for a second, so he speaks up again. “It’s Sidney.”

“Yeah… hi.”

“Surprised you kept your old number… or that I’m not blocked.”

You laugh, “I never got around to that part I guess.” He laughs, it’s deep and rings through your ears nicely. But then the silence settles, and the atmosphere makes you feel uneasy. “Why’d you call?”

“I…” Sidney stops, and you both sit on the phone in silence. You shut your laptop, moving from the desk towards the window. You stare out at the Pittsburgh skyline, watching as cars drive in every direction to go where they are needed, wanted. “I don’t know, actually.”

“Does your girlfriend know you’re calling me at this hour?” 

“Mmm no. Natalie is a little upset with me at the moment.” You can hear the humorless ha. “Accidentally called her your name.”

Your heart sinks, “Sid…”

You both stay quiet, just the light breathing being passed between the connection. There wasn’t anything you could think of to fill the space, nor an idea of how to end the God awful call. Truth be told, your head is spinning and you didn’t quite know how to process this whole conversation.

“Listen,” He begins, “I guess I called to say that it was good to see you today. That you looked good, happy.”

“Thank you.” 

“And you were right.”

“About what?” You sit on your bed, falling onto your back as you wait for his response.

“About me always looking for you in everything I do.”

Your apartment was nearly packed, just a couple of clothes and toiletries still out to last you for your last week in Pittsburgh. You sat on the floor, staring around at the plain room as you play out every memory made in your home. You picture the laughs with family, friends, and the man who ripped your heart our. You turned to look at the box marked S.C. sitting idly by the front door, waiting for its rightful owner to come for it. 

You shot Sidney a text after a month of radio silence. He is quick to respond, letting you know that he’d be over in twenty minutes. Though you were still very sad, you were also angry. You replayed every unkind word he said to you as you begged and bargained with him. You were so angry with him and his unsupportive nature, and angry at yourself for still wishing he’d have a change in heart. 

True to his word, Sidney was knocking on your door twenty minutes after sending that text. You opened the door, and he stepped in without an invite. You point to the box, “Yours.” 

He nodded, taking a quick look around the empty home. “So you’re really doing it huh?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Did you think that I was gonna change my mind? Come crawling back to your door?” He shrugged. You felt the rage boil and bubble over. “You must think so lowly of me.”

“I don’t”

“But you do! You look at me like I’m some spineless fuck.”

“Y/n—”

“Don’t say my fucking name.” You spat. “I’m leaving Sidney. I’m moving to New York because I want to. Because I can, and that I know I will make it just fine. While you,” You point a finger at him, the tip of your index finger nearly brushing his nose, “You stay in this city and look for me. In everything that you do.”

“What is this? Your last attempt to get a final word in?” 

“No, I just—“

“Just what, Sid? Just needed to say it?” You scoff, turning onto your side, “You didn’t need to. You just wanted to, to see if you still have something over me.”

“It’s not like that Y/n.”

“It’s always been like that Sidney!”

“Y/n…”

“Stop! I hate that, you know I hate when you say my name like that.” You shake your head, “Disappointed. At who this time Sid? Me, or you?”

The call goes silent again. Your heart races beneath your chest, shaking your ribs. You hated this, hated every second of this stupid phone call.

“You’re never going to be content are you? It’s been a year, and you just couldn’t help yourself. You want to have the same conversation we had over and over at the end of our relationship. How many more times do you want to hear my answers, to hear my reservations of leaving Pittsburgh for New York? How many times?”

There is no response, and you have to check to see if he was still on the line. The call continues to move up from 11:06… 07… 08…

“Are you not sick of this? This feeling of running in circles, the sick and twisted deja vu? Because I am Sidney.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. Delete my number. Don’t ever call again. Goodbye.”

You hang up and finally get around to blocking his number. You had finally closed the book on him. There is no longer another dialogue to write down, another fight to live through. No more running in circles. No more deja vu.

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[harlowhockeystick]

LOVESTRUCK, WENT STRAIGHT TO MY HEAD ⎯ S. CROSBY

y/n just wants the best for her son, she thinks the program rule of no freshmen players on varsity is stupid. she just did what any mother would do...right?

coach!sidney crosby x teacher!single mom!reader

warnings: angst, smut (fingering, handjob, sex on a table), somewhat of an inappropriate relationship, single parent content, light talk of divorce, lowkey based off of "slut!" by taylor swift

word count: 4,244

a/n: look at that....i do still know how to write

The bitterness of the coffee wasn’t doing it’s job. On her third cup and it’s not even ten in the morning, Y/N waits for the next period of students to walk through her door. Taking in one of the few moments of silence she has, she refreshes the page on the sports page on the school website, itching to see her son’s name. 

Carter had tryouts with the hockey team last week, he had been talking about it since the beginning of the month. He was training every day to make varsity; in leagues ever since he was ten years old every single coach and spectator could not brag enough on how much talent he had. Y/N was pressured to send him across the country, even out of the country, to go to the top hockey camps but as a single mother she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t bear to send her baby off to some strangers for a few months, and she couldn't afford to move away from family either. 

But her heart dropped as she refreshed the page, pulled up this season's roster, and saw her son’s name and number on the junior varsity roster instead of varsity. She didn’t understand it, she was told by the coaches herself that he was the best kid on the ice that day. Why didn’t he make varsity? 

Her questions were interrupted by students flooding into the classroom for the start of the next period. She pulled herself out of her thoughts to then teach this class period. Reluctantly though. 

-

The final bell rang and that meant she was done for the day. Saying goodbye to her students Y/N started to gather papers and put them in the “to grade” folder to take home with her before tidying up some areas of the room. She anticipated her son’s arrival. Ever since moving up to high school he always stopped by her room at the end of the day to talk about school and help her carry things to her car. 

“I didn’t make it.” Carter said as a greeting when he walked in the empty room. His face was defeated, his tall slender frame was slumped over in sadness and his eyes welling with tears. Out of all people Y/N knew and saw how hard he worked to make varsity his freshman year. He skated over fifty laps a day, worked on shots in the garage until way past dusk, he also started to lift more weights. 

“Oh baby, c’mere,” Y/N pulled her much taller son in for a hug. There he broke and rested into his mother's arms like a little kid again. He softly cried before pulling away. 

“I don’t get it mom, they told me i’d make it for sure, why would he tell me-” “Don’t worry about it son, I will talk to the coach first thing in the morning. I promise. But for now you have to play the cards you were dealt,” Y/N consoled her son in the way moms know how. Gathering her bags she gave the heaviest one to Carter to help carry out the building. They continued chatting on the way to her car, talking about school and homework he had for the week. Carter was a special kid, he deeply cared about his grade and education. He remembers promising his mom when he was younger that if he ever got to play hockey in college that he would get his degree and not go to the draft early. 

Carter was a momma’s boy through and through. His dad lived an hour away so he spent the weekends there twice a month, but he’s at his mom’s house the rest of the time. Carter is also protective of his mom too. He never told her this, but he’s beat in a couple boys’ faces because they made some lewd comments about her. He’s respectful of her, more than any other man on earth ever has been. Y/N is very proud of how she’s raised her son. 

“Okay son, go to practice. Have a positive attitude, don’t do anything stupid okay? I know you’re frustrated but just go into practice and do you, maybe they got you mixed up with someone else. But-” she saw his facial expressions change and get tense, she knew that he was still angry inside, “hey, don’t get mad at them. Wait until I talk and then you and I will figure something out.”

They walked in opposite directions, Carter to the athletic building and Y/N back to the school for one more item in her classroom. Hustling as best she can so she can get home, she runs into the person she didn’t want to speak to until in the morning. Coach Crosby. 

She felt her body coil and tense up in anger at just the sight. She was supposed to wait until morning, but her tongue got the best of her. 

“Coach! Hey, can I ask you a quick question?” she pulls him to the side, into an empty classroom where the teacher had left for the day. 

“What’s up?” Sidney asked, sitting down on one of the wooden desks. He was wearing black joggers, a tight pullover with a school cap on. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how the material of his clothing clung to his toned body. He had been out of the professional league for at least two years, but he still kept up the physical shape of his body, and it was obvious by the way his pants were stretching at the seams on his thighs. 

“I really don’t want to be that parent, but can you tell me why Carter didn’t make varsity?” Sidney cocks his head to the side. He’s only been on sight three months and he’s already dealing with this. 

“Well, it’s my understanding that freshmen must be on the JV team, no matter how good they are. That rule was put in place before I got here.” He explained while crossing his arms over his chest, his muscles making his pullover look incredibly small on his frame. “He’s a good kid though, he’ll make great improvements this year and I'll look forward to having him on varsity next year.” Sidney said, trying to end the conversation and smooth things over.

“But…you’re the new coach. This is your program now, not someone else’s.” Y/N couldn’t really understand what he was getting at. Did he not see the potential in her son that everyone seemed to say? Did he not see the great player, the great athlete that Carter was? Maybe it was just her being a mother, and so obviously her child is the best compared to other kids. But she swore she didn’t want to be like those parents. She remembers being a kid in youth sports herself and hated parents who thought their kid should be player of the week every week. In her mind, she needed to earn player of the week because of her work ethic, not because her parents were board members. 

“Right but I'm not trying to ruffle any feathers my first year. This is barely my program, I need to establish relationships before I change things here,” Y/N takes a step closer to Sidney, her hands folded in front of her. 

“But you’re Sidney Crosby, who can say no to you?” God she feels horrible for doing this, she feels like…like some junior league mom whose husband has nothing between his ears. But she thinks, if she can just rile him up for a minute, startle him, then he’ll change his mind and put Carter on varsity. That’s her end goal, get her son feeling better. If that means pretending to be a horny college student again, so be it. “I mean really, they had to give you this job cause they trust you. So obviously you can do what you want, like putting my son on your varsity team.”

He sighs, looking down at his shoes. He knows what she’s doing…and he can’t believe it’s sort of working. He hasn’t had a woman flirt with him in heaven knows how long. He doesn’t even know how to respond to such a thing anymore. His life for the past almost twenty years has been nothing but hockey. Sidney’s family has been asking him for a long time when he is going to settle down with someone, but nobody ever scratched that itch quite like hockey did. But now? That he’s got a woman in front of him, a gorgeous one at that, who’s buttering him up? Maybe he’ll give in…just to see what it feels like. 

“Your son is a hell of a player, Y/N. He really could go far,” His words got heavier as she got closer, he could smell her perfume, he could feel her breath, he could see her chest move up and down with every huff she took- “so put him on your team, Coach.” she put her hand on his chest softly and she sighed feeling his stern muscles. “C’mon, what’s it gonna take? Dinner and a show?” 

His eyes, dark and blown, looked into hers and if he remembers what the term eye fucking means then that’s exactly what they were doing. His breaths became short but heavy as she left a heavy hand on his chest. She rubbed her thumb over his cheek, trying her best to work her charm that she used to have. She hopes she’s still got it. 

He thinks, thinks, and thinks. This is a bad decision. 

“My place, six thirty tomorrow evening. Give me your best sales pitch, and we’ll see about the show.” 

Sidney stands up and for a brief second his nose bumps hers, an innocent touch but it makes him take a deep breath in to calm himself down. He exits the empty class room and takes long strides to get to practice, glancing at his watch he’s already a few minutes behind. 

-

She’s eternally grateful that Carter is with his dad this weekend. How could she explain to him that she’s not really going on a date…but she’s going to his coach's house with plans to seduce him..but again it’s not a date. Of course, she’d have to leave out the seducing part. She put on her best dress that she had, it was pretty simple but it hugged her figure nicely. She made sure to spritz some extra perfume on as well. 

The drive to Sidney’s house is silent, it’s her having fake conversations in her head about what to say or what not to say. Debating on if her seduction speech was still on date or if it’s too cheesy now. She suddenly feels like she lives in the lowest tax bracket possible when entering his neighborhood; she's never seen so many fake lawns before. She’s actually never been on this side of town much, except to look at christmas lights when Carter was younger. Now that he’s older he doesn’t care for that stuff anymore. 

“Nice place you’ve got,” she said walking into his entry way. To her surprise Sidney dressed up a little bit, wearing a button up with a nice pair of slacks, the top two buttons undone for visual purposes of course. He takes her coat and her purse, hanging it up by the door. “What’s on the menu?” 

“Well, I figured I'd go simple with just spaghetti and toast, with dessert to follow if that’s okay.” Sidney went into his pantry and pulled out a bottle of red wine. “This okay?” He holds the bottle in the air and she nods her head, sitting at his kitchen bar watching him pour a glass. She takes a glance at the label and she’s taken back. On her teacher salary she definitely can’t afford that brand.

Maybe she’s in over her head here- she didn’t think about any of this stuff. Suddenly she’s this woman who doesn’t have much to her name, sitting in a millionaire’s kitchen drinking wine that costs well over two hundred dollars- but damn if it doesn’t taste good. 

They make small talk before heading into the dining room where he sets dinner onto the table for her, such a gentleman. Continuing the semi dull conversation she thanks him for making a meal for her, joking that she’s never had a man make dinner for her. Only half true, her dad growing up would make dinners for her family. But when she married Carter’s dad, she was the chef in the family. Not that she was complaining, it was just odd for her to be on the reverse side for the first time in a while. 

“I am sorry about that idiotic rule, Y/N. Carter can easily be a varsity player.” Sidney broke the minute silence after finishing off his second glass of wine that night. She huffs, finishing her plate and scooting it away from her on the table. Was she really about to do this?

“Is there anything I can do, sidney? C’mon my boy’s in shambles, he’s thinking that he’s not as good as everyone makes him out to be,” Y/N reaches her hand out to rest on his softly. “Is there anything I can do?” 

Y/N hoped he knew what she was implying and that she didn’t have to say it out loud. 

And he did. 

He understood every word she said and the words that were left unsaid. He knew what she was implying and he knew what she was getting at. But Sidney hated that he was willing to do what she wanted. Y/N was leaning forward on the table, getting close enough to Sidney where he could smell her perfume and her lotion mixed together, he could see a couple small freckles up close as he couldn’t see them from a bit further away. 

There were no words exchanged between them, his eyes kept drifting from her tinted lips to her lustful eyes, back and forth a couple times before resting his hand on her cheek and pressing his lips against hers gently. Immediately he felt a rush of arousal- it’s just a kiss, really? He silently asked himself. He hadn’t gotten this aroused in a while, a long while. 

Both parties leaned into the kiss, wanting and aching for more. They tasted wine on each other and felt each other’s temperature begin to rise. Sidney got out of his chair, lips still connected to hers, and got closer. She stood up, one hand cupping his chin and the other resting on his chest, and she leaned against the dining table. She hadn’t made out with someone in years, she hopes she’s doing it right. 

She gets pushed onto the table just by the force of his body so now she’s sitting on the wooden table, Sidney standing in between her legs with both of his hands cupping her face. He doesn’t care if he seems desperate or if he seems needy, or if this is totally wrong and against almost all of the words he signed in his contract, he can’t seem to get enough of her. Sidney feels her play with the buttons of his shirt and how she begins to pull the shirt up and out of his dress pants. It was easy since he wasn’t wearing a belt. 

He didn’t even know that she completely unbuttoned his shirt until he felt her hands roam all over his naked chest, her hands slowly raking up and down his toned muscles. He takes a breath and scans her body. Her skin is hot to the touch, her eyes are completely blown now and her lips are parted. “How do I get this off you?” he asked, taking a fist of the hem of her dress.

“There's a tie in the back,” she huffed out, not able to take her hands off his body. Plus, she wants him to take it off of her. 

“You tied this yourself?” he asked in shock, surprised at how she tied such a perfect bow on her back with such thin strings. 

“I’ve been tying, zipping, buttoning my dresses myself for the past twelve years now, safe to say I got pretty good at it.” God- has she been alone for the past twelve years? Nobody to love on, kiss on, touch on this wonderful body of hers? Sidney takes in a sharp breath when he pulls the dress off of her and he gives her body a quick scan over. Wearing a strapless bra that she’s almost spilling out of, she has on silk leopard print panties that he can’t help but notice a significant damp spot on. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles, hands roaming over her soft skin. “Don’t make fun of me, it’s been a long time since I've hooked up with someone.” because that’s just what this is, a hookup. Nothing more, nothing less. 

“I haven’t since I got divorced, so it's the same here.” she hooks her leg around his pulling him closer. He pressed his lips against hers again this time most softly. His hand goes down to play with the hem of her panties, “you sure about this?” 

“Very sure, don’t mess with a pissed off mama sidney.” she pulls him down with her as she lays down on the table. He kisses down her body, she arches her back and lets him take her bra off. Tossing it onto the floor Sidney wraps his lips around one of her hardened nipples. She lets out a heavenly sounding moan at the action.

It’s been so long she could cum just from Sidney doing this for a couple minutes longer. One hand slips down over her clothed cunt, rubbing her sensitive and wet area. She arches her body into his, already she’s lost in a great euphoric high that she can’t even mumble words. All that’s coming out is moans and gasps. 

He removes his mouth and Sidney stands up, she watches up on her elbows as he takes his pants off and removes his boxers. She bites her lip at the size - the sight - of his hardened dick in his hand. She reaches out for it herself, “you’ll give me what I want, and I promise you won’t regret it.” he thought for a moment too long, she began to doubt herself but he spoke up, “deal.”

She licks her hand before taking a grip on his cock. Slowly she starts stroking up and down, keeping harsh eye contact with sidney. She gives him a nice squeeze and a twist of her hand which makes him throw his head back in pleasure. He can only do so much with his hand, it’s nice to have someone else for a change. Y/N scoots closer to him on the table, with one of his hands he works his hand over one of her breasts softly massaging it. She leans into his touch and continues to work her hands over his hard cock. 

He moves his hand from her breast down and slips it into her soaked panties. At first his fingers were a little cold but they quickly warmed up after being immersed in her sex. He circles around her clit a couple times, getting familiar with the female body again. He explores for a minute or two, his middle finger teasing her hole. The more he teases her the harder her grip gets on his cock. He pulls his hand out of her panties, they’ve never broken eye contact this whole time and he sucks everything off of his hand. God that was hot. 

Sidney removes her hand from his cock fearing if she kept going he would cum all over her hand and that wasn’t what he wanted to do. He’s panting heavy now, his body forming sweat on his forehead. He pushes her down onto the table with a palm on her chest lining his cock up with her entrance, “wait do I need any-”

She chuckles, “that ship sailed a while ago, just fuck me like you mean it coach.” 

With her permission she slides in and she lets out a long, loud, moan as he does it. He wants to hear that on repeat for the rest of his life, he swears. Sidney puts both hands on her hips, keeping her body steady as he rocks in and out of her, his hips meeting her every time. 

Sidney allows to feel himself in her warm, wet walls. He throws his head back in pleasure and she shuts her eyes tight. Her hands come up to her breasts to add to the pleasure, fingers pinching both of her nipples as she feels his huge cock pump in and out of her small hole. He feels like he’s three feet deep inside of her, he feels lost in how good she feels. His head grows foggy each time he squeezes her. 

Sidney hits the spongy spot in her tight cunt that made her gasp out in pleasure, she sang his name like a chant over and over which made him fuck her harder and harder. She warned him about her orgasm and he did the same, begging her to cum with him. A few more pumps of his cock he spilled his heavy load inside of her and she moaned loudly like a queen when he did. He pulled his cock out of her, watching his load spill out with it. 

Maybe it was the post orgasm haze she was in, maybe it was the lovestruck feeling she had the minute they began making out, but minutes later she’s standing between him and the cold shower wall. His forehead pressed against hers. His fingers knuckle deep in her cunt and a hand wrapped around her throat as hot water rained down on either of them, her cunt squeezing his thick fingers while she couldn’t even say anything but his name. That’s exactly what he wanted. 

The hot shower water kept her eyes shut but she knew that he was gazing at her. He was in awe of her facial expressions, how she bit her lip through a smile with every jerk he made with his hand, when she furrowed her eyebrows when she was on the edge of cumming, and how she cocked her head to the side while he kissed around her neck silently asking for more. 

He took his hand away from her pussy, licking the honey off his fingers. He stayed that close to her though knowing her legs were probably jello and she wasn’t able to stand for at least a minute or two. 

She took a deep breath, “got what you wanted?” she asked in a joking tone, moving her hand up and down his chest in the hot steamy shower. He chuckled, his hands never leaving her body. He palmed her breasts, he seemed to have a thing for those she contemplated, heavy lustful eyes staring into hers. 

“How many more you got in you?” he asked, spreading her legs with his thigh.

“I can give you as much as you want.” Y/N answered, her hands slowly roaming down lower and lower on his chest and stomach. 

“Then no, I didn’t get what I want yet.”

-

She woke up in Sidney’s bed the next morning with messy hair and sore muscles. Looking over on the nightstand the clock read 8:02 AM. She was glad that it was a Saturday and she was able to sleep in. She saw that Sidney was still asleep, he laid on his stomach with his head facing the other way. Looking over his back, studying the freckles, the faded scars. Y/N wants to stay in this moment for as long as she can. 

She hates to admit but she really fell for Sidney. Not because of how skilled he was in bed, or because he could do wicked things with his hands, but she shared a few heartfelt conversations with him before tryouts even began. 

He cared for the kids at school, the kids he taught and the kids he coached. He had a heart for the coming generation. He wanted them to have someone in their corner, and some kids don’t have that at home and he wants to be that. She got lovestruck in the past few months, sure she never planned on sleeping with him, she felt young again with how big of a crush she had. It went straight to her head, it all moved so fast. 

God if her mother were still here she could just hear the word “slut!” come out of her mouth if her mom found out what happened. But she wouldn’t care. She enjoyed it, and she was sure Sidney enjoyed it too. 

But still, she can’t help but think to herself what did I just do?

Sidney turns his head and sees that she’s also awake. Raising up he sees the time, 8:10. He doesn’t even care that he missed his morning workout session an hour late. He puts his arm around her and pulls her closer to him, tucking his head in her neck. With dry lips Sidney placed a tender lingering kiss on her hot skin.

It might be worth it for once, she thinks. 

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[youwillfindilluminating]

now we know that both sid and nate have watched ted lasso, so we know they've seen the roy/jamie of it all with their own eyes

I wonder if they've drawn any conclusions

[lukeywritesstuff]

Holiday Shopping

Dad!Luke x Mom!Reader

Description: Luke, your 4 year old son and you go holiday shopping together. And yes they did name their kid after Sidney Crosby because I feel like at least one Hughes brother would do that.

Warnings: fluff, lots of it, children and a pregnancy mention.

NOT MY GIF!

“Luke did you text Quinn to ask him if we’re getting Jack a new basketball net for the lake house?” I asked my husband as we walk around Dick’s Sporting Goods.

“Yeah he said we’re gonna buy it since we have a bigger car and he’s gonna pay me half of it back.” He said. “Uhm I’ll pick out the net and you can go to the shoes with Sid to let him pick new ones for school, and can you grab a pair of air forces for Duker? I’ll text you his size.”

“Yeah. Can you also grab another stick for Sid for street hockey? Your brother and him were playing yesterday and he broke his other stick.” I said and Luke nodded before we went our separate ways.

After we pay there we put all the stuff in the trunk of Luke’s truck before we went into the actual mall.

We decided to start off my going into some stores to buy things for our mums, we picked up makeup and skincare from Sephora, some comfy leggings from some pop up leggings store, and some Ugg boots from the Ugg store.

Then we went into Spencer’s and bought Quinn some T-shirt with some lame quote about looking grumpy because Luke thought it was the funniest thing ever, and we went to GameStop and got him a new controller because Luke said he complains about drift while playing chel.

We picked up Mario Kart for Sid’s switch at the GameStop as well, Luke and Sid went off on their own after to find something for me, so I decided to grab some things for them, which was, like: some actor Luke likes biography, some Nike sweatpants, Lululemon hoodies and a headband (his hair is always in his face but he doesn’t wanna cut it), a new Stanley because he lost his at the rink, and a baby onesie to tell him about the baby I’m pregnant with. And I got Sid: some Lego sets he told me he wanted, a Nike sweatsuit, a new target set for his net, new roller blades, Mario Kart as said earlier, and a new iPad since he dropped his down the stairs.

We met back up after and Sid was sleeping in Luke’s arm as he was carrying bags in another.

“Let’s just buy my dad something online, someone’s a little sleepy.” He said and I smiled at my two beautiful boys.

“That sounds good. He’s not hard to shop for anyways. Let’s go.” I said and we drove home.

I hid the presents I bought for the guys in the laundry room knowing neither of them go in there anyways. Then I go upstairs and see Luke and Sid lying in mine and Luke’s bed so I lay with them and just stare at my sleepy boys.

I love my family, and I can’t wait for the new addition to come in 5 months.

[holy-puckslibrary]

sid to a furry friend's rescue!

florist!reader gets flustered during sid's calendar shoot

parents mentors for the day

someone's going on a date with chief crosby... and it ain't our girl </3

gif from @matbaerzal

To Sidney, this sham is nothing more than a meat-market legitimized. His fierce, formidable crew, flaunted and auctioned off in the name of "charity," as upstanding members of the local community brazenly gawk and drink themselves into a courageous stupor.

Gathered in packs around the local watering hole on a Friday night, the only things missing are high-res Animal Planet cameras and the calm wonder of Sir David Attenborough. It's only a matter of time before they start throwing themselves at each other like elk during mating season.

It's a shame Sidney won't be around to see it.

"Don't even think about it, Chief."

Sidney slumps; he spoke too soon.

Now, he's caught between cracked-door freedom and the firm grip of his Assistant Fire Chief. Kneading at the annoyance budding between his brows, Sidney turns on his heel to face his childhood best friend.

"C'mon, really? This is a circus, Nate. I shouldn't—Is this really something I should be doing? Y'know, it's not exactly... becoming of a civil servant."

"I'm doing it," Nate shrugs. "You don't see me pitching a fit."

The Chief glares. "Yeah, because you already know who you're going home with."

"Not true; tonight's could be the night Emmy decides to act on her grade school crush," the blonde jokes, his chin tipped across the gymnasium. "And who'd blame her? Flower's lookin' better than usual tonight."

"Nate."

The younger of the two only laughs in response to the dramatic groan of his name.

"No, I get it. You're acting pissy because your flower's stuck at home with a stomach bug, and, subsequently, you've been condemned to the terrible fate of having Cole Harbour's hottest fight tooth and nail for a date with you—oh, the horror! Truly, I feel for you, Saint Crosby."

"Bandwagon much?" he grumbles.

As Nate's grin widens, Sid's frown deepens.

Blue eyes twinkling with satisfaction, Nate teases, "You didn't deny it this time."

"D-Deny, what?"

Nate rolls his eyes; Sid's refusal to acknowledge anything, let alone something so obvious to anyone with eyes, was starting to get old, and fast.

"Yeah, sure, okay. Play dumb if it makes you feel better. But I'd figure my shit out sooner rather than later if I were you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sidney blinks.

"Oh, nothing... Just that you aren't the only civil servant sniffing around Blossom & Bloom these days."

With a parting wink, Nate vanishes into the crowd, leaving Sidney to stew in a fresh pot of bubbling unease.

—

and the plot thickens... hehehe 😈

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DIRECT CONTINUATION HERE!

[cyarskj52]

aged like fine wine

[teacactusworld]

Guys please send Sidney Crosby fic recs I feel like I’ve read all of them 😭😭

[provokedgoalie]

scaredy cat.

pairing: sidney crosby x reader

a/n: me writing fluff?? shocking. me & @puckssbunny were talking about sid & it made me soft, so this happened. this was a bit of a self-indulgent thing, so it felt good to write for myself. <3 (also, plot kinda took a mind of its own. honestly, didn't know where it was taking me 😂)

Lounging on the couch with a fleece blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you decided to put on a movie that came out recently, with your boyfriend, Sidney— and although he wasn't a huge fan of horror, he did enjoy seeing you jump every now and then from the corner of his eyes.

“You can hide behind me if it's too scary.” he offered, with a teasing grin; fingers wiggled up your leg, causing you to lightly kick him.

“Oh, shut up. I'm not scared.” you rolled your eyes, but scooted closer to him nonetheless.

He chuckled at your blatant lie, but hoisted you up by the waist to set you on his lap.

You were usually good at masking your fear, but when you heard the music take a sinister turn, you tucked your face into his neck with a whimper.

“Maybe we should watch something else?” He murmured, soothing circles into your back with a gentle hand.

“Umm, okay,” you ashamedly mumbled. “How about The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie?”

He threw his head back with a booming laugh, “You just want to sing the Goofy Goobers song, don't you?”

“Maybe...”

“Alright, you goober. I much rather hear you laugh than scream in my ear, anyway.”

♡

Needless to say, you retaliated with a pillow to his head— chirping him about losing his quick reflexes off the ice, to which he bashfully smiled in response.

[velvetpucks]

Slapshots and Contracts Blurb:

In the quiet glow of their living room, Isabelle "Izzy" Noir and Sidney Crosby found themselves reflecting on the years they had spent together, their faces bathed in the soft light of nostalgia. As they settled into the comfort of their favorite chairs, the air was filled with a mixture of contentment and the weight of years well-lived.

Izzy, with a tender smile, began, "Can you believe it's been so many years, Sid? From the early days to now, it feels like a lifetime of memories."

Sidney, looking at her with affection, replied, "Time flies when you're having fun, doesn't it? I can still remember the first time we met."

Izzy chuckled, "You mean the time you bumped into me on your way to a meeting with the GM? I barely spared you a glance."

Sidney, grinning, added, "Yeah, and I was hooked from that moment. I couldn't stop thinking about you."

They laughed together, reminiscing about the awkward beginnings that had led to a love story for the ages. Izzy continued, "Who would have thought the star player of the Penguins and a corporate lawyer would end up here?"

Sidney, with a twinkle in his eye, responded, "Best plot twist ever."

As they delved into their memories, the couple revisited the challenges they had faced, the highs of Stanley Cup victories, and the lows of injuries and setbacks. Izzy spoke about the long nights she spent working at the law firm, and Sidney shared the pressures of leading his team both on and off the ice.

"There were tough times," Izzy admitted, "but we weathered them together. The support we gave each other made all the difference."

Sidney nodded, "Absolutely. You've been my rock, Iz. Through wins, losses, and everything in between."

They shared stories of family moments, the joy of their children's laughter, and the quiet comfort of knowing they had built a life together. The conversation flowed like a river of shared experiences, creating a tapestry of love and resilience.

In their golden days, Izzy and Sidney reflected on the beautiful imperfections that had shaped their journey. Izzy, looking at Sidney with a playful gleam in her eye, remarked, "Remember the pranks the kids used to play on you? Those were the days."

Sidney laughed, "Yeah, I couldn't escape the whoopee cushions and balloon traps."

As they continued to reminisce, the room echoed with the echoes of their laughter, the sweet soundtrack of a life well-lived. In the quiet moments, as they held hands and shared glances, Izzy and Sidney Crosby embraced the beauty of their golden days, grateful for the tapestry of love and memories they had woven together.

[sc0tters]

Enough is Enough | Sidney Crosby

summary: when you push Sidney to his limits, he decides to teach you a lesson.

trope: dads friend

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual scenes, p in v, oral (m receiving!), legal age gap (reader is in college!), degradation, fingering, swearing.

word count: 2.49k

authors note: I’m gonna start this off with saying that the reader x dad friend trope is not one that everyone will like so if you don’t, don’t read it! oh and @hischierhaze should seriously like never leave me unattended ever again, cause this was a lot. To find the rest of the cellly you can see the masterlist here!

This was meant to be the summer of rehabilitation for you.

Your dad wanted you to recover after a year at university that almost landed you in jail on more than one occasion. As he was at his wits end with you lashing out.

Sidney was meant to be someone who could talk some sense into you, but as he stayed up waiting for a fourth night in a row for you to return with not even a word or a heads up to where you were. He realised he was on the end of a losing battle.

Before he’d just remind you to tell him about where you went but tonight as his anger mixed with the whiskey on his tongue Sidney saw your shorts and crop top and it caused him to lose it “where have you been kid?” He asked turning on the light in the living room as you looked like a deer in headlights “out Sid.” It was the same answer you gave him each time “some of the guys wanted to go get drinks.” You explained with a shrug moving to push past him.

Sidney stopped you as he wrapped his hand around your arm “we aren’t done here y/n.” The hockey player shook his head as he looked down at you “you either tell me where you are going or you don’t go out at all.” His voice was strict reminding you about his angry side.

Yet instead you found it amusing as you laughed “you gonna ground me or something?” You smiled rolling your eyes causing his grip around your arm to tighten “really should when you act and dress like this.” His free hands fingers dragged over the end of your shirt.

It made you frown “like what Sid?” You pressed his buttons as you pulled away from him “see you thought of something so say it.” Your arms crossed as you tilted your hips to the side.

Sidney pushed his hand through his hair as his nostrils flared “god you are such a wimp.” You spat shaking your head as he stood in silence watching as you walked to the stairs “you’re acting like a slut okay!” Sidney groaned honestly deciding that you were the reason why he decided not to have kids.

As you both soaked in the reality of what he had said “y/n wa-” Sidney tried to get himself out of the hole he had fallen into you were too fast running up the stairs to then shut your bedroom door with a slam “I’ll show him what a fucking slut is.” You mumbled looking at yourself in the mirror one last time with a smirk on your face.

Over the next few days that was exactly what you did. Sidney knew you were doing it to get under his skin as he watched your outfits grow tighter and shorter as your behaviour grew more present. You were now flirting with guys in front of his face, from the man in the grocery store to the neighbours son. What killed him was how he was forced to bite his tongue.

But when you eventually walked out of your room in this yellow bikini and nothing more than a baseball jersey that you left unbuttoned. Sidney didn’t think he had much more that he could take until he realised an important factor, that bikini top didn’t have cups. So as you walked into the kitchen after tanning outside Sidney knew he had to take defeat “so could you?” You asked waiting for his answer.

Sidney felt his cheeks turn warm as he shook his head “can you repeat that f’me?” He asked realising that he had missed what you said “asked if you could put some sun screen on my back before I go back out?” You repeated yourself as you sucked at the popsicle between your lips.

He nodded looking away as his pants strangely grew tight “y-yeah sure.” Sidney stammered as the first place he looked ended up being your breasts causing you to smirk “they look good in this one don’t they?” You brought your hands brush down your waist.

It made Sidney cough “I saw you staring at them, there’s no need to be ashamed.” You cooed stepping closer to him “we shouldn’t.” His voice was coarse as he tried to step away from you.

But the hockey player stood against the counter now trapped “all I’m saying is that you do what you want and touch them.” You used your fingers to trace over your nipples that were clear under your top “they are just begging for you.” You knew you were playing with fire as your teeth caught your lower lip between them.

Sidney felt himself grunt “my dad said he wanted you to help me out after all.” Your voice was soft as you used your fathers words “you’re gonna get me into so much fucking trouble.” The hockey player groaned nervously lifting his hand “there you go.” You cooed as you helped bring his hand to cup the one side of your bikini.

He loved feeling how his large hand was able to fit your entire breast in it “fuck baby.” The hockey player watched his thumb drag over the aching nub “need more Sid.” You whined placing your hand on top of his.

The hockey player nodded sucking at his teeth “what would your dad say if he saw you begging like this?” It stroked his ego as he brought his other hand up to repeat his actions on your other nipple as well “happy I’m not in trouble.” You found the situation amusing as you smiled “oh but you are baby.” Before you could question what Sidney meant he spun you around and pressed your chest against the kitchen counter.

It made you gasp as his hand kept your torso from pushing up “you think you could get away wearing this?” The hockey player used his opposite hand to hook under the waistband of the panties letting it snap against your skin “answer the question.” He snapped making you whimper “no Sid.” You shook your head struggling to think of where you could put your hands as Sidney moved to stand behind you.

He loved his angle seeing how vulnerable you were in front of him “wanted to piss you off.” You explained in a soft tone trying to stop him from hearing you “and you still think I should make you feel good?” Sidney laughed at your naivety “I can be good!” You nodded excitedly as you agreed “we will see about that.” Sidney mumbled sucking at the lobe of your ear.

It should have made you hang your head in shame how you pushed your ass against his crotch “the last few days have been hell.” He grunted squeezing the skin of your ass before he slapped it “what are you gonna do about it?” You gasped feeling him massage the previously abused skin.

Sidney felt his cock grow even harder as he pulled you back up so you could look at him “gonna finally shut this mouth up.” His hand pushed you to the ground as you dropped to your knees.

Your mouth watered as you watched him undo the strings of his shorts before he hooked his fingers into the waist pushing them to the ground to reveal his cock that stretched out the front of his boxers “look at you all excited.” The hockey player smirked as he watched you bring your hands up to trace your fingers around his boner “don’t tease me baby or else I’ll leave you looking all desperate on the floor.” His words made you whimper as you finally did what he wanted and revealed his cock as his boxers follow the same way his shorts did to the floor.

You knew Sidney would have been big but as you licked the swollen tip of his cock you began to wonder if you could take all of him “thin ice y/n.” His voice grew angry as he stared you down. It made you nice as you wrapped your lips around his cock forcing as much of his length into your mouth.

Sidney groaned feeling your tongue against the bottom of his cock “your mouth is so good.” He muttered watching your head begin to bob “you’re taking me to so well.” The boy cooed bringing his hands to your hair making a makeshift ponytail.

It helped him guide your movements forcing you to take more of him “fuck.” Sidney whined as you swirled his cock in your mouth and your throat constricted around the tip of his cock as you took all of him.

He felt his eyes roll back as you gagged “Sid,” your voice was muffled as your fingers slid down your stomach and into your bikini bottoms so you could tease your clit.

As Sidney began fucking your throat he felt himself grow dazed “looking so pretty down there.” The boy dragged his fingers through your hair to your cheek as you looked up at him through your lashes “finally being a good girl f’me.” Just as the hockey player said that you mewled at the feeling of your fingers against your clit.

It made Sidney think you craved praise but instead when he saw your body shifting over nothing it made him pull you up by your chin “you really are a naughty girl.” The hockey player sighed shaking his head as he pressed his hand against your slick bottoms.

Before you could attempt to apologise Sidney kissed your lips as he picked you up finally setting you onto the counter as you looked at him. It felt suffocating as his tongue slid into your mouth not caring as he could taste some of his salty precum on your tongue “gonna fuck you like the slut that you are.” His hand lay a smack to your ass causing you to jump as you nodded.

Anticipation filled your veins as he peppered kisses down your neck whilst he undid the strings on your bottoms “up.” He offered causing you to force your hips upward so he could move your bottoms away.

His cock stood dangerously close to your cunt as he pulled you to the edge of the counter “you want this baby?” Sidney asked using the tip to tease your clit “fuck yes.” You nodded as he finally decided that teasing you was now too much for him.

You gasped as Sidney bottomed you out, not taking the time to let you adjust “god.” You groaned as your eyes screwed shut “it’s just me y/n.” The hockey player placed his hands on your hips as your legs locked around his waist.

Feeling nice Sidney stopped giving you the moment to let your cunt stretch around his cock “need you to move.” You forced the words out as you tapped his side now feeling him bottom you out “knew this cunt would be just as good as your mouth.” The hockey player kissed your lips as he caught your lower lip between his teeth eating a whine from you.

His thrusts began to quicken as he craved the sound of your moans “all yours.” You moaned pecking his lips “you realised being a slut ain’t no fun now?” Sidney laughed as you cupped your breasts trying to bring yourself more pleasure.

You fidgeted at the bikini material as he shook his head “slut f’you.” You whined as his hands replaced yours “let’s get this off.” Sidney grew irritated as he eventually ended up ripping the fabric apart “Sid!” You scoffed seeing your top now sat in two pieces.

His nose brushed over yours “I’ll buy you a hundred pairs more if you’ll let me rip them like that.” The kitchen felt hot as the windows were open meaning that anyone who walked past would have heard the acts that were going on in there. But somehow that made you feel so powerful “can rip ‘em all.” You nodded tugging your fingers through his curls when he lowered his lips to your nipples.

Sidney swirled his tongue around your sensitive buds making you clench around his cock “you liking this baby?” He locked his eyes with yours as his teeth grazed your nipple when your phone began to ring from the side of the counter.

It made you look with wide eyes “i-it’s my dad.” You croaked making his cock throb “answer it doll.” Sidney used every pet name in his arsenal as you remained frozen “answer or I stop.” His warning was enough to make you reach over to grab your phone.

On the other side you hear your dad breathing as you answered “hey princess how are you?” The cheeriness in his voice made you feel sick as you gripped at your phone “I’m good daddy.” The last word was moaned followed by a cough as you tried to cover yourself up.

Sidney smirked moving his lips from your nipple to your neck “look what do you want?” You complained tightening your legs around Sidney’s waist “just checking in, is Sid keeping you busy?” The hockey player let out a soft laugh as he heard the words “yeah gotta go!” You were quick to hang up as Sidney placed his fingers against your clit.

It didn’t take you long until you arched your back against the counter “you close?” Sidney asked pecking your lips “so close.” You nodded biting your lip as you went quiet “if you want to come you’re going to have to apologise.” The hockey player warned making you nod.

Skin slapping echoed through your mind “didn’t mean to be a bad girl Sid.” You cried as your skin felt hot even with the marble beneath you “promise to be your good girl forever.” The claim was bold but in that moment you planned on keeping your side of it “let me ruin this pussy for all of those college kids back home.” You moaned at his possessive tone.

All you could do was nod “it’s all yours Sid.” That sent him over the edge “milk my cock baby when you fucking come.” His order made you gasp in pleasure.

Your legs shook as incoherent whines came from your lips as you come “fuck!” You cried as you felt Sidney come shortly after you did.

His hand pressed against the counter next to you to make sure that he didn’t collapse “there you go pretty girl.” As the hockey player let his cock slide out of your soaked cunt it was quickly replaced with his fingers that pushed both of your releases back into your core “surely you didn’t think I’d let you misbehave that easily now did you?” Sidney had a devilish smirk as he began to finger you.

You were in for a long day.