since this blogs getting attention i decided i might as well make a pinned!
hey! i would use an alias bc i dont want my irls to find this, but idk what to use... so just call me slo (a nickname of mine), or frasmitten. i use she/her pronouns, and im a sharks + fraser fan đŚ
requests are open! although im a sharks fan, i'm open to writing for players from other teams, except for the players on the mens 2026 usa olympic team (and obviously h*rt). im not comfortable writing for them. for anyone else tho just ask me :)
i won't write full angst (im just not good at it), but i will do fluff and smut. i much prefer writing smut tho!! so feel free to send me ur freakiest asks!!
WORKS:
fraser minten:
"am i making you nervous?" (smut, fluff-ish)
⤡ part 2: "best night of my life" (smut, fluff-ish)
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pairing: Macklin Celebrini x FemaleReader x Will Smith
description: After a devastating loss at Worlds, Macklin finds comfort in an unexpected encounter with a mysterious stranger, with his friend Will joining in on the distraction.
TW: MDNI, Smut, threesome, rough sex, oral sex (all three of them recieving), fingering, slight angst, one night stand.
The locker room in Zurich is suffocatingly quiet. Macklin slams his stick against the wall, the clatter echoing through the tense space. Canada had just lost to Finland in the semifinals and the frustration is eating him alive.
"Dude, relax," Will says, placing a hand on Macklin's shoulder. "I know you're frustrated, but you did everything you could. Just focus on tomorrow."
Macklin shrugs him off, pacing the small area. "I can't just relax, Will. We were this close." He holds up his thumb and forefinger, showing a sliver of space between them. "This fucking close to gold. I really needed this after the Olympics."
Will watches his friend with concern. Macklin's usually composed demeanor has completely unraveled, his competitive spirit turning inward and sour. "Let's get out of here," Will suggests. "Go find a bar, get your mind off it."
Macklin doesn't answer, but follows Will nonetheless.
An hour later they're seated at a dimly lit pub not far from their hotel. Macklin nurses a beer, still stewing in disappointment. Will scans the room, trying to find something - anything - that might distract his friend.
That's when you walk in.
You're laughing at something the bartender says as you take a seat at the bar, completely unaware of the hockey players watching you intently.
"Go talk to her," Will nudges Macklin.
Macklin shakes his head. "Not in the mood."
"Bullshit," Will counters. "You need this. A distraction. And I mean just look at herâshe's gorgeous."
Macklin finally glances over again, really looking this time. He feels a stirring that has nothing to do with hockey. "Fine," he mutters, standing up. "But I'm doing this my way."
Will smirks, following his teammate to the bar. They slide onto the stools on either side of you.
"Is this seat taken?" Macklin asks, his voice lower than usual.
You look up, startled but not unpleasantly surprised. "No, it's all yours." You gesture to the empty seat. "Both of them, apparently."
"We're just looking for some company," Will says with his usual charm. "Bad day at work."
You raise an eyebrow. "Bad day at work? What do you two do, professional sad faces?"
Macklin actually smiles at that. "Something like that. I'm Macklin, this is Will."
You introduce yourself, shaking their hands. "And don't worry about whatever bad day you had. This place has excellent beer for drowning sorrows."
Three hours and several rounds later, you're still at the bar. You have no idea who they are, just that they're charming, funny Americans (you assume from their accents) in Switzerland for "business." They like that you don't recognize them, don't treat them any differently.
"You know," Macklin says, his voice dropping as he leans closer to you, "we have a pretty nice suite back at our hotel."
Your eyes flick between the two men. You've been enjoying their company, feeling the undeniable chemistry that's been building all evening. "Is that so?"
Will nods, his hand resting on your thigh. "We'd love for you to see it."
The elevator ride to their hotel room is charged with anticipation. Macklin's frustration from the game has transformed into a different kind of energy, it's raw, hungry, determined.
As soon as the door clicks shut behind you, Macklin's mouth is on yours, claiming you with an intensity that surprises you. His hands are everywhere, rough and demanding. Will watches for a moment, recognizing his teammate needs this release, before joining in.
"Easy, Macks," Will murmurs, though he doesn't interfere as Macklin backs you toward the bed.
You don't mind Macklin's roughness. In fact, you welcome it, your hands tangling in his hair as he kisses your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin. Will moves behind you, his lips tracing patterns on your shoulders while his hands slide around to cup your breasts.
"God, you're beautiful," Will whispers against your skin.
Macklin doesn't waste time with words. He's already working on the zipper of your dress, his movements efficient and purposeful. When the fabric pools at your feet, he takes a moment to admire you before lifting you effortlessly onto the bed.
Will joins them, his touch gentler than Macklin's but no less passionate. He takes his time exploring your body with his hands and mouth, while Macklin focuses on your lips and neck, his kisses growing more demanding with each passing moment.
You find yourself caught between their different approachesâMacklin's intensity and Will's sensuality. It's a perfect combination, and you're already arching into their touch, craving more.
Will's fingers trail down your stomach, finding the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He teases you gently, his touch light and featherlike, making you squirm with anticipation. Macklin continues his assault on your mouth, his tongue exploring yours as his hands roam your body.
When Will's fingers finally part your folds, you gasp into Macklin's mouth. Will finds you already wet and ready, and he takes his time, exploring every sensitive spot with practiced fingers. He circles your clit slowly, building your arousal gradually.
"Like that?" Will murmurs against your ear.
You can only nod, your hips moving instinctively against his hand. Macklin breaks the kiss, his dark eyes watching as Will pleasures you. There's something incredibly arousing about being the center of their attention, about seeing the desire in both their eyes.
Macklin shifts position, kneeling beside your head. He takes your hand and guides it to his hard length, straining against his pants. "Touch me," he commands, his voice rough with need.
You obey, rubbing him through the fabric before working to free him. When his erection springs free, you wrap your hand around it, stroking him slowly from base to tip. He groans, his eyes closing momentarily as he loses himself to the sensation.
Will adds another finger, stretching you gently as he continues his deliberate exploration. He watches your face, gauging your reactions, adjusting his touch accordingly. The dual sensations of Will's fingers inside you and Macklin's cock in your hand are driving you wild with desire.
"Take me in your mouth," Macklin says, his voice strained.
You turn your head to face him, flicking your tongue across the tip before taking him into your mouth. He's thick and heavy on your tongue, and you take as much as you can, your hand working what you can't fit. He threads his fingers through your hair, guiding your movements gently at first, then with more urgency as his arousal builds.
Will increases the pace of his fingers, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you. You moan around Macklin's length, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. Will leans down to replace his fingers with his tongue, and the sensation of his mouth on you while Macklin fills yours is almost too much to handle.
Will's tongue is skilled and deliberate, exploring every inch of you before focusing on your clit. He sucks gently, then with more pressure as your hips begin to move against his face. Macklin watches, his breathing growing ragged as he sees you approaching your peak.
"Look at me," Macklin commands, and you force your eyes open to meet his. "That's it. Just like that."
The combination of Will's talented mouth and Macklin's intense gaze sends you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes through you, wave after wave of pleasure that leaves you trembling and breathless.
Will doesn't stop, prolonging your pleasure until you're completely spent. When he finally pulls away, his face glistening with your arousal, Macklin withdraws from your mouth with a groan.
"Your turn," Macklin says, positioning himself between your legs.
He enters you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. When he's fully seated, he pauses, his eyes locked with yours. The intensity in his gaze is overwhelming, and you feel another wave of arousal wash over you.
"Move," you whisper, and he obeys.
Macklin starts with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one hitting deep inside you. Will positions himself near your head, and when you turn to face him, he captures your lips in a kiss, sharing your taste with you.
The rhythm they establish is intoxicating. Macklin's movements grow more urgent as his frustration from the game transforms into raw, primal need. He's rougher than he might normally be, but you find yourself craving his intensity, meeting his thrusts with equal passion.
Will's hands explore your body, teasing your nipples, tracing patterns on your skin. He whispers dirty words in your ear, telling you how beautiful you look, how hot it is to watch Macklin fucking you.
"You like that?" Will asks, his voice low and seductive. "You like taking his cock like that?"
You can only moan in response, too lost in sensation to form coherent words. Macklin changes angles slightly, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust, and you feel another orgasm building.
Will moves to kneel beside you, taking your hand and guiding it to his erection. You stroke him in time with Macklin's thrusts, feeling him grow harder in your grasp, before sucking him deep into your mouth.
"Close," Macklin grunts, his movements becoming more erratic. "So close."
With a final, powerful thrust, Macklin buries himself deep inside you as he finds his release. The feeling of him pulsing within you triggers your own orgasm, and you cry out as pleasure washes over you once again.
Will follows moments later, his release shooting down your throat as he groans your name.
For a moment, you all remain frozen in the aftermath, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. Then Macklin collapses beside you, pulling you close as Will settles on your other side.
"That was..." you start, but words fail you.
"Yeah," Macklin agrees, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "That was exactly what I needed. Thank you, beautiful."
Will is the first to move, retrieving a warm cloth from the bathroom to gently clean you. Macklin, who has softened considerably, lies beside you, his breathing slowly returning to normal.
"You okay?" Will asks, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You nod, feeling surprisingly comfortable sandwiched between these two near strangers. "More than okay."
You fall asleep between them, exhausted and satisfied.
When you wake the next morning, you're alone in the king-sized bed. For a moment, you think it might have been a dream, but the lingering soreness in your muscles tells you otherwise. On the nightstand, there's a folded piece of paper with a phone number written beneath it.
Thanks for last night. If you're ever in California, give us a call. - M & W
You smile, folding the note and slipping it into your purse. As you dress, you feel a pang of disappointment that they're gone, but also a sense of excitement about the unexpected adventure.
Later that day, as you're packing to leave Zurich yourself, you turn on the television in your hotel room. The sports channel is showing highlights from yesterday's hockey semifinals. And there, being interviewed with a disappointed expression, is Macklin Celebrini, Team Canada's Captain.
Your eyes widen as you recognize him. The "business" he and Will were in Switzerland for suddenly makes sense.
You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief as you pull out the note with their phone numbers. Maybe California wasn't so far away after all.
Wsh manhandling reader. Based on recent events. Like just being super handsy and dominant with them. Broooo he looked so beefy in all those pics and videos
eee before i go to bed nsfw below
will who likes to hold your hips still when you're on top of him, grinning that bunny-toothed smile at you as you squirm under his grasp. he's so cocky, stuck on the way you watch his forearms and gasp as he presses down harder on soft, trembling skin.
will who when he gets bored with the slow rock of your hips, flips you down on your back in one fell swoop because he wants to see you wrecked. needs to see you all teary-eyed, shaking, and calling his name. does whatever he wants to your body. forces your hips wider for him, drapes your legs over his shoulders, and holds your hands above your head while he kisses you senseless. anything to prove to you--to himself--that he owned you in this terrible, fucked up way that he only felt when he was in bed with you and his cock did all the thinking. âfuck, youâre so loud tonight, baby. need it that bad?â
wraps his forearm underneath the backs of your thighs to lift you up on the counter, to claim you right there in the kitchen because he can't get enough. watches how you moan and gasp at his thick fingers slowly fucking in and out of you. a rush of warm possession that he feels deep in his chest because he can fuck you so good you let him have his way whenever he wants. you let him fuck you over the armrest of the couch, let him bunch up and ruin your dresses before youre supposed to go somewhere important, let him have you when the sun only just starts creeping through the curtains and you're half asleep.
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Iâve been in fandom spaces for a while now, and Iâve gotten far too used to the infantilisation of grown fucking men, but this is just one step too far. Itâs the whole league thatâs at fault too and a good percentage of the fan base.
This isnât some two-dimensional issue like âwhoâs your favourite player?â Or âmy teamâs better than yoursâ itâs a crime. A crime thatâs gone unpunished, and so many people act like it didnât even happen.
Carter Hart was one of several men that gang raped an intoxicated woman and got nothing. He wasnât suspended; he wasnât imprisoned like he very much should have been. Instead, heâs loving life and 4 games away from winning the Stanley Cup.
I donât know what I can do or what we can do, but the NHL has so much that they can do. But itâs clear that they are too worried with their image instead of the safety of people (especially women) across the world. Itâs a real punch to the gut. We already are siphoned out of these spaces by misogynistic standards; something needs to change before they come to the conclusion that they can possibly get away with assaulting people. Because itâs going to happen again. It has happened for years, most likely, maybe even by some of the most popular players.
summary â part 2 to "am i making you nervous?" :: you just had the best sex of your life, and it was with none other than your best friend. as the night continues, you question your feelings, fraser gives you three more orgasms, and after he accidentally lets something slip, youâre both finally forced to confront the elephant in the room. safe to say, this truly was the best night of your life.
warnings/tags â explicit smut, (best) friends to lovers, unprotected sex/creampie (again, always better to be safe than sorry!), squirting, cussing, pwp(?), kind of mutual pining, fraser is a sub for one millisecond, munch fraser (oral f and m receiving), multiple orgasms, overstim, praise kink, dumbification, dirty talk, couch sex, he takes his glasses off here..., accidental love confession, quite fluffy!, pet names (baby, sweet girl, good girl), intended lowercase, use of y/n, sort of proofread but also not reaaaally. 18+ content! read at ur own discretion!
word count â 3,350
a/n â i tried to make this a stand alone but idrk how that went along đ also, if the scene where fraser gives head sounds awkward let's please uhm,, not talk about it,, bc ive never actually received good head before so i have no clue what that's like. anyways! thank u for all the love on the first one!!
one word you wouldn't use to describe yourself was greedy.
but right now, as you lay on all fours, begging fraser for more after he'd just given you the best orgasm you've ever had, greedy might be the most fitting word for you.
"fraser, pleaseâŚ"
fuck. he was a goner.
while fraser was still trying to make sense of everything that had happened in the past ten minutes, some sort of post-climax clarity hits you, and you start to wonder about what the aftermath of this could be. will you ever be able to look him in the eye again? would he ever be able to look you in the eye again? do you become best friends who fuck on occasion and end up ruining the bond you previously had? will you be left wanting more, only to be crushed when fraser tells you he doesn't feel the same way?
because it turns out⌠that small crush you had might not be so small after all.
your line of thought is cut off when fraser shifts, hands moving across your ass before he gets to your dripping cunt. he collects some of the cum leaking out, and stuffs it back in, emitting a moan out of you.
"more, huh?" and just like that, he's switched over to that bolder version of himâ the version of him that exists with one goal and one goal alone: to please you.
he can feel his dick start to stiffen again; the sight of you like this was something he'd kill to see forever. teary eyes, disheveled hair, swollen lips, a faint bruise ghosting your hips, and you trembling in way that isn't visible, but could be felt under his touch. everything was so overwhelming.
but before he got too hard, fraser knew one thing he had to do. taste you.
"fraseâ" you start, voice whinier than ever.
"shh, i know baby, i know," he murmurs, voice entirely too soft for what he's doingâor is about to do. "but i wanna taste you first, is that okay with you?"
fuck, he was so fucking intoxicating. his voice was still sweet - it's the same voice you've heard pretty much everyday growing up, only now, it was tinged with something rough, dark, and⌠primal.
you nod as hard as you can, unable to muster anything other than: "please."
fraser wastes no second before sinking into you, groaning the second his tongue makes contact with your heat. he licked a long stripe up your pussy, then he pushed his tongue in, and as he does so, he can taste himself in you. that's when he's convinced this is heaven. right here, burying his face into you, gripping the soft flesh of your ass as your legs shake and you moan out his name like it's the only word you know.
he involuntarily bucks his hips up, grinding across the couch for any friction he could get. you taste so good his cock hurts from how hard he is.
as he explores the soft walls of your pussy, he moves his left hand to stimulate your clit and it feels so good your vision starts to blur. then he takes his tongue out, only to insert his finger in as he starts sucking on your clit. when fraser realizes you could take one more, he inserts a second finger, and you don't know if it was because of your prior orgasm, but you cum so suddenly it shocks you.
in fact, you squirt all over him, and fraser only realizes he still has his glasses on when it splashes onto his lenses.
he takes them off and continues thrusting his fingers in to let you ride your orgasm out before removing them. however, he's still lapping at you, drinking in everything you released, including what was dripping down your thigh.
then fraser snaps out of whatever trance your pussy put him in.
"holy shitâŚ" he pants, face flushed, and lips drenched in your juices.
he notices you're still slightly trembling, and turns you around, letting you recover a little. his cock throbs when you pull him in for a kiss the second he turns you, and his heart warms at the thought of you wanting to kiss him just as much as he wants to kiss you.
it felt like you would've been kissing forever if he didn't pull away, although he was reluctant to do so. "do you need water?"
you hadn't even realized your mouth had turned into the sahara until fraser asked, and even though there's nothing you want more than to just continue, your body has its needs, and you might've passed out in the middle of sex if he hadn't asked you.
the attentiveness makes your head spin, but not in the way it had when he was fucking your brains out just earlier. this time, it had your brain spinning with thoughts you never dared to entertain before. as unwanted as they are, there's no stopping the smile that spreads across your lips.
"yes, please," you slurred, and you both laugh at how fucked out you sounded.
when he stands up to get you water, your eyes don't miss how insanely hard his dick is and that only makes your head spin more. partly because you knew that was going to be drilling inside you again, but mostly because⌠wow. he was rock fucking solid, and he still put your needs first.
it was honestly the bare minimum, but in a world where so many guys' consideration disappeared the second they're having sex, your heart can't help but flutter.
ohhhh no. fraser better hurry and make you cum again before your thoughts drift further off and become uncontrollable.
he's back with a cup of water and a small smile on his face.
"thank you," you say before downing the whole thing.
"always."
you set your cup down, and you spend a couple of seconds just looking at each other, like you're silently communicating that you're both aware this isn't the same anymore. but that can't happen⌠can it?
you break the ice as your eyes trail down to his cock still standing uncomfortably tall, "soo⌠are we gonna do something about that?"
fraser gulps, opening his mouth to reply, but you're inching closer and closer to his cock, looking like you've come straight out of his wet dreams, so he has to bite his lip to avoid letting out an embarrassing moan.
"n-no, i'm supposed to make you forgetâŚ" he says, cursing himself for stuttering, but can you blame him, when he can feel your breath on his pulsating cock that's been begging for attention ever since he licked that stripe across your slit?
"mmm, i dunno frase⌠having you fuck my face sounds like a pretty good way to forget."
you end the sentence with a bat of your eyelashes, and fraser truly can't believe this is happening to him right now.
before he's able to reply, you wrap your hand around him and he lets out a shaky exhale. "fuckâŚ"
that brings a smile to your face as you continue stroking him, squeezing him at random times which sends his eyes flying wide open each time. you're stroking him at a torturous pace, but it was purposeful. you wanted to rile him up, to push him to the point of abandon.
"fuck, y/nâ justâŚ" he mutters, a whine slipping in his usually leveled tone.
"just what, fraser?" you smirk, stopping your movements entirely which makes him let out a frustrated groan.
"just do it, already," at this point, his teeth were clenched and his patience was running thin.
"i need you to be a bit more specificâŚ" you hold back a giggle, but fraser notices, and that's when he realizes what you were playing at.
he doesn't reply, instead, opting to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail and guide you onto him himself. "that's right, open up, baby."
the pet name sends a flurry of butterflies to your stomach again, but you ignore them, trying your hardest to break fraser with your mouth. but, unbeknownst to you, you'd already broken him from the moment your lips found his.
the beads of precum taste salty, and you lick around his head to taste more. fraser hisses at the feeling of your hot mouth and tongue engulfing his tip, eyes threatening to close shut from the pleasure, but he knows there's no way in hell he's missing this view.
fraser's big, but not so big that you couldn't deep-throat him without your gag reflexes acting up. when you reach the base of his cock, you hum, and the vibrations make fraser tighten his grip on your hair, letting out a deep groan.
"you're insaneâŚ" he pants, still keeping eye contact as you pull away to catch your breath. this time, fraser lets you work your magicâdragging your tongue across the whole length with a teasing smile on your face, then flicking over the slit when you reach the top. that gets a moan out of him, and you clench at nothing over the sound, fueling you to keep going.
fraser's caressing your head as you take all of him in again, making sure you show every vein, every ridge, every detail, some love, and there's not an inch of him that goes unexplored.
fraser betrays himself and shuts his eyes close, pleasure too overwhelming to keep them open. he focuses on the way your tongue is moving, the air you're exhaling out of your nose that makes him shudder, and the sound of slurping filling the room â the episode playing on the TV long forgotten.
he opens his eyes again, looking down to see you already looking up, eyes filled with tears. he moves the hand in your hair to pat your cheek.
"your mouth was just made for me, wasn't it?" you nod, replying with a muffled 'mhm' which sends another wave of vibrations through him, making him tip his head back in an attempt to keep it together.
"ohh, fuckâŚ" fraser moaned, starting to buck his hips up, both of his hands now holding your head in place.
his eyes were shut tight, relishing in the perfect way your lips suctioned him and the perfect way you moaned against him. but as he feels his release building, he realizes there's a better place to cum in.
he suddenly pulls you off of him, and for a split second, fraser debates whether to turn you around or fuck you in missionary â because if he had to look at you while buried inside you like this, he honestly wasnât sure heâd make it out alive.
the weight tips quickly in his head, and he turns you around.
you're surprised you aren't on your back, but you don't have to think about it too much before his voice interrupts your thoughts.
"tell me what you want, baby. tell me how you want it."
your anticipation skyrockets, tightening around nothing over the hunger that's so terribly evident in his voide.
"just please fraser. lose yourself, make me forget, and give it to me. i need you."
the raw vulnerability in your voice, practically begging him to let go of his inhibitions, is what finally does it for him. there were so many moments throughout tonight where he thought, this is it, but nope â this was it. you telling him you need him.
"everything," he repeats, his voice a low, dangerous promise, "you're taking everything."
there's absolutely no more hesitation as he grips your hips, anchoring you in place as he lines himself up. he enters you in one long, powerful, and unapologetic thrust that seems to reach all the way to your soul, and you almost scream at the feeling.
"ahâ fuck!" you moaned, just as a low primal groan escapes his throat. he's slamming into you with no remorse, and you're sure the couch is never gonna recover from this.
he finds a relentless rhythm, and you swear wind gets knocked out of you with each of fraser's thrusts. he's no longer just your sweet best friend; he is a man possessed by the need to claim you, to drown out every bad memory and every ounce of stress you've carried all day.
he's driving into you with desperation, movements becoming faster and more frantic when he feels your cunt tighten around him, swallowing him whole. your mouth was heaven, but this⌠this transcended it.
"thaaat's it⌠just focus on me," he leans to growl into your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "forget everything else â it's just you and me, y/n. just me."
every thrust is a declaration, every heavy breath a testament to how much he's been hiding beneath that calm, sweet exterior. every thrust shows his determination to leave you so completely shattered that the only thing you can feel is the shape of him inside you.
your head was spinning with each slam of his hips. this position allowed more of fraser's strength, and you felt it. the feeling was so overwhelming â every vein, ridge, and the swollen tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of you. you were drooling now, unable to help yourself. the sounds coming from both of youâyour whimpers, his moans, the sound of his pelvis hitting your ass and his balls brushing against the insides of your thighsâwere borderline pornographic.
"feels good?" he asks, speeding up his thrusts to a pace unimaginable. you can't even form a coherent reply, answering him with a bunch of unintelligible mumbles and murmurs. he can only laugh.
"my sweet, good girl... you've really been fucked dumb, huh?" you nod, and he continues. "anybody ever fuck you like this?" then you shake your head, mustering up all your power to reply with a simple 'no!' but it sounded nothing like itâjust a bunch of moans and whimpers.
you feel the coil in your stomach tighten, and start tapping on the couch from how intense it was, but you didn't want him to stop, and you let him know by yelling (what seemed to be) "don't stop!" over and over again until it sounded coherent.
knowing you want to keep going, your action of tapping out, has him smirking. huffing out a sweet laughâcontradicting his current not-so-sweet deeds. "what? you wanted this, so take it. take all of your best friend's big cock."
the sheer audacity of him to refer to himself as your best friend as he wrecks you makes your heart race even faster than the physical sensation. it was a delicious, dizzying contradiction.
fraser is completely gone now. the restraint he usually prides himself in has been incinerated by the heat of your body and the desperation in your voice. he sees the way you're tapping on the couch; a frantic, rhythmic signal of how much you're struggling to handle him and it only encourages him. that little smirk on his face is pure, unadulterated mischief, a flash of the confident, dominant man he keeps hidden behind his gentle smiles.
"nnngggfhh," your moans are muffled with the way your face is planted on the couch, and fraser can't believe how much he loves hearing you so absolutely lost, only able to produce cute little noises.
he finds your clit again and you scream. that was possibly the loudest you've ever screamed.
"you're so loud for me, y/n," he groans, voice thick with a dark, satisfied pride. "i love how much you need this. i love how much you need me."
and he doesn't know if it was the intoxicating feeling of your pussy wrapped so perfectly around him, or something else, but he pulls out and flips you around, shutting up any complaint that was at the tip of your tongue by sliding back in immediately.
and right away it feels different. this time he can see you, every proof of pleasure on your face: your unfocused eyes, the drool, how your eyebrow twitched. and it felt so much more⌠intimate.
this was really you.
and just like you asked, he's losing himself. losing himself in you, in the pleasure, in his indisputable feelings for you.
he can feel you reaching the edge the way your muscles are twitching and your breath is coming in short, jagged gasps. he knows you're right there, teetering on the brink of total oblivion, and he wants to be the one to push you over. he wants to be the reason you lose your mind.
"cum for me, y/n," he commands, his voice dropping into a low, intense rumble that vibrates through your entire body. "show me how much you want it. show me how much you love this dick."
he delivers a series of rapid, punishingly deep thrusts, his entire body tensing as he pushes himself to the absolute limit. he's driving you toward the peak, his eyes fixed on the way your body is reacting to him, waiting for the moment you finally break.
it's not long before you completely shatter onto him, moaning his name like a mantra, as your toes curl and your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head.
then the feeling of him chasing his own high while his thumb continued rubbing your clit made you overstimulated.
you're pretty much limp at this point as fraser continues to thrust into you, but the urgency is no longer there. you already came, and that's all that matters to him.
soon, he's nearing his own climax, and he's repeatedly saying, "take it, take it like the good girl you are."
you're whining, but the overstimulation starts turning into pleasure and you move your hips to match his thrusts, finally regaining some of your brain power.
he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss, saying: "that's it... god, y/n... just like that..." in between kisses.
he gasps, which sounded awfully like a sob, and you couldn't help but clench around him. he delivers one final, devastating thrust, before burying himself deep, pouring himself into you. and surprisingly, the feeling of his hot seed filling you up sends you over the edge again, vision going absolutely white as your body shudders with intensity.
fraser tries to help you ride your orgasm out, but he was exhausted, and he could only really manage four shallow thrusts before collapsing on top of you. he pulls out as he rolls over, nuzzling into your neck before impulsively uttering, "i love you."
at that, you freeze, and so does fraser.
"oh, fuckâ i meantâŚ" he trails off, eyebrows furrowed with worry, but he doesn't know how to excuse what he just said.
"you meant..?" you continue, hoping it wasn't just a slip of the tongue.
when fraser doesn't reply, you think: fuck it.
"fraser i⌠i think i love you too," his eyes widen.
"what?"
"lookâ i think love's a strong word, but i truly have liked you for a while, and if this aching feeling in my chest isn't love, then what is it?" his eyes continue to widen and his mouth is now agape, but he lets you continue. "and i know, maybe i'm not entirely thinking straight after four of the best orgasms i've ever experienced, but i'm confident that if you asked me in any state of mind, i'd still say i love you."
a smile slowly starts to form on fraser's lips, and he cups your jaw, caressing your cheek before pulling you into a kiss. this time, there was nothing underneath it but softness and the love you shared.
when you pull away, fraser's contagious smile just refuses to leave his face.
"i never would've thought i'd ever hear you say that, y/n," he starts, "i've loved you for so long, but i never expected⌠well, this," he gestures around you and you giggle.
"well, this is definitely happening, fraser pierre minten," you kiss him again, and in between kisses, he says:
summary â after a terrible day, you need to get laid. like, need. but being recently dumped and afraid of hooking up with strangers, you aren't left with many options. youâre already hanging on by a thread when fraser shows up at your door looking unfairly good. it takes everything in you not to ask him to help with your little... problem, and things only get worse once your show takes a very explicit turn. luckily for you, fraser's a good friend.
warnings/tags â explicit smut, unprotected sex/creampie (wrap it before u tap it always!), riding, implied friends to lovers (ending is pretty ambiguous), sexual tension, hint of a praise kink maybe?, dirty talk (sort of possessive), breast play, couch sex, glasses stay ON!, pet names (baby, sweetheart, good girl), intended lowercase, sad attempts at humor, honestly a little angsty - but mostly smut, not proofread we die like real men. 18+ content! read at ur own discretion!
word count â 3,478
a/n â first fic on here, but this is not my first rodeo! this one's wordy, but im definitely not opposed to making it wordier with a part 2, if anybody would want that!
today has been terrible. it felt like the world was working against you at all times, and by the end, all you wanted was a good fuck. either that, or a good nightâs rest.
problem is: you have no one to go to. youâd recently broken up with your boyfriend, and you didn't feel like going out. but even if you did feel like it, all of your friends were busy, and a night out alone sounded like a true crime story waiting to happen.
you were starting to think you should just choose sleep, but in the middle of binging a show, someone knocks at your door. it was fraser.
you and fraser have been friends since⌠forever. you knew the ins and outs of each other, and despite his busy schedule, you managed to keep in touch.
and you soorttt of have a tiny crush on him. sort of. but it was tiny! minuscule, even. molecular. and other synonyms.
in your current state, however⌠youâve never wanted to eat him alive more than now. but you're a good well-adjusted member of society, so instead of jumping his bones, you ask him why he's here.
there was no denying that after you broke up with your ex, there's been some tension between you two. but it went unmentioned, although definitely noticed.
"i just wanted to see you," he says, and jumps to add more when he realizes how awkward it sounded. "you knowâto hang out, and stuff?"
like it was second nature, he leaned against your door frame, hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants. he was wearing his glasses, which was a rare sight nowadays. it only intensifies your desire.
your words stay stuck in your throat, and when it takes you a bit longer than usual to reply, a flicker of hesitation flashes in his eyes. he shifts his weight from one foot to another, no longer leaning on the door frame.
âi mean⌠if you aren't busy,â he adds softly, looking down at his feet, before looking back up at you. âsorry, i was justâ i was driving around and thought of you, so⌠i came over.â
you regain your composure, or whatâs left of it, at least, and respond. âno, yeah, of course!â
you open the door wider, letting him in. he lets out a soft âthanksâ before kicking his shoes off and placing them to the side. when you make eye contact again, he offers you a small, sweet smile. the one that always made you feel a bit better.
âsorry for coming over so suddenly. we can just do whatever - i didn't actually really have a plan,â he chuckles, âwe could watch something, or iâll try to cook something up? or you can just talk. iâm a good listener, you know that,â he smiles again, a hint of pride in his voice.
although you haven't said anything about today out loud, fraser seems to have noticed you've had a rough day, and that warms your chest a little.
it's always been moments like these that have you questioning what you truly felt for him. his words were enough to loosen some tension in your shoulders â tension you hadn't even realized you were carrying until it faded. heâs the sweetest person you know, and you've always had a special connection; he could sense whenever you were off, and you could read his face better than most people.
sometimesâmore than you'd like to admit, actuallyâthe thought of you and fraser being made for each other crosses your mind, but you're quick to shoo it away. just friends, y/n, your brain reminds you. although, you do still think he looks scrumptious.
âi was actually in the middle of a show, but we could switch it to something else you want.â
you both walk into the living room, and he plops right down on the couch, which makes you giggle. âyou don't have to change it for me. iâm just happy to be here.â
you sit down right beside him, the space between you almost non-existent, but that was the norm. you don't get to reply before he speaks again.
âyou know⌠talking's still on the table. you look like youâve had a long one. do you wanna talk about it? or just keep watching and pretend the day never happened?â
âwell iâŚâ wish you would bend me over and fuck me till i forgoâ woah, what the hell, y/n? you can't think about stuff like that, you shake your head, hoping to shake the thoughts away too. âi don't know.â
the pause you took makes fraserâs brow quirk, but he doesn't mention it, and instead lets you continue.
"we can just watch the show, if that's alright with you," you murmur, and fraser gives you a lookâone that tells you to stop checking with him because he'll do anything for you and you know that.
"i already told you, y/n, I'm happy with anything," despite his words, he doesn't actually sound irritated with you.
before you could reply, he's already grabbing the remote and pressing play.
as the episode went on, you explained to him what was happening, the characters and their relationship, and what the show was about, since he hadn't seen it. you both were having a fun time, laughing and joking around. his company and the sound of his laughter eased you more than you thought it would.
but then the episode takes a sudden turn, and before you knew it, clothes were flying.
fraser was doing his hardest trying to listen to you without getting lost in the way your eyes lightened up with interest as you explained, and doesn't even register when the episode turns steamy at first. not until you become increasingly quiet.
his eyes are back on the tv, and the moans become louder. initially, fraser doesn't look away or show any signs of discomfortâheâs grown, he can handle a little sex sceneâbut as the nudity becomes more prominent, he can't help shift in his seat a little, suddenly becoming more aware of your scent, how close you were, and the sweat trickling down his back.
you, on the other hand, were cursing yourself for not just switching the show earlier. but you also didn't see this coming! just when you were no longer hot and bothered, this episode decided it wanted to be a porno out of nowhere, and it didn't help that fraserâs scent took up the whole room, and that you were so close you could feel his chest rising and falling.
his broad chest, his big arms, his chiseled abs⌠christ, y/nâsnap out of it!
the lighthearted, easygoing energy between you and fraser from before was now replaced by something heavier, as the air grew thicker and warmer.
fraser finally turns to look at you, and a faint tint of red brushed at his ears, but he didn't look flustered. his gaze is heavy, sweeping over your face before dropping down to your lips, and then, almost involuntarily, down to the curve of your neck.
âwell, uh⌠they certainly aren't very shy about it,â he spoke, smiling almost sheepishly.
you awkwardly chuckle, tearing your eyes away from the screen, although you didn't know if you could handle holding eye contact. âyeah... they really aren't.â
you turn your head in time to see his eyes dip to your lips, and you have to bite back from instinctively licking them. the tension was heavy, and the scene in front of you was not helping lightenit at all.
you find yourself looking down at his lips too, then at his hands, then memories of him shirtless from last summer flashes in your mind. bad, fucking time, brain. iâm almost dripping.
you see the way his adams apple bobs as he gulps, and you don't realize when you got this close. you must've been inching closer subconsciously.
fraser notices the space between you growing smaller and smaller, but he doesn't pull back. he just holds his breath, studying your every move. he looks down at your lips again, and for a split second, something primal takes over him.
his hand finally moves. a slow - agonizingly slow - deliberate, delicate movement, as if youâd vanish into thin air if he moved any quicker. his large, warm hand grazed your jawline before his thumb settled just below the corner of your mouth.
his face shows no sign of it, but you can feel the hesitation in his touch.
âyouâre⌠youâre very close, y/n,â he notes, but he doesn't move to create distance. if anything, he moves a fraction of an inch closer. âam i⌠am i making you nervous?â
a hint of awkwardness lingers in his tone, but the look in his eyes isn't one youâd find on an awkward man. the only thing fraser was waiting for was your signal.
you almost couldn't believe this was happening. if middle-of the-day you had known youâd end the day just inches from fraser mintenâs face, you probably wouldn't have felt so bitter about the events that went down.
you swallow the lump in your throat before you speak.
âfraser, can i be honest with you?â
his expression shifts at that, and heâs still a heartbeat away when he responds, voice barely above a whisper. âyeah?â
âi had a disastrous day, and after, iâve been aching to be dicked down. so if thatâs not what you want to do right now, please pull away.â
fraser freezes. his thumb still rests against your lip as his eyes widen slightly. for a second, his brain scrambles to make sense of what he just heardâof the complete, unfiltered honesty of your request. he can't help but be stunned.
then, when it clicks, something in the air shifts.
his pupils dilate until you could hardly see the blue in his eyes, any softness that remained in his expression melts into something much⌠darker.
he lets out a long, shaky exhale before replying.
âpull away?â he repeats, head slightly shaking, like he couldn't fathom anyone pulling away at a chance like this. his voice is almost unrecognizable, laced with thick desire. thick enough to rival yours.
ânever in my wildest dreams would i ever do that,â is the last thing he says before he leans in, capturing your lips in a long-awaited kiss. it felt relieving, and you relaxed into it as his hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair to hold you steady.
he pulls away to catch his breath, forehead resting against yours. his glasses fogged with every exhale, but he didn't care. âiâve wanted this for so long, y/n. you have no idea.â
he doesn't wait for your reply before he tilts his head again for another kiss. itâs rougher than before, no longer testing the waters. this time, you could feel the hunger. his need. his possessivenessâand it all makes you moan into it.
his tongue desperately sweeps against yours in a newfound confidence, looking to taste every inch of you. he kisses like a man starved, and you could feelâor tasteâsomething frustrated in the way he kissed you. and, truthfully, he was frustrated. frustrated at how long youâve been depriving him of this.
then his muscular thighs slide between yours, silently expressing how much he wants you, too, if it wasn't already obvious.
in between kisses, you both take your tops off. the second you unclip your bra, fraser lets out a low, guttural sound, hands immediately moving to get a feel for them. âso fuckinâ gorgeous, sweetheart.â
youâre already straddling him at this point, and while he knows youâre growing needier and needier, he can't help but be mesmerized, staring mindlessly as he groped at them. the soft flesh felt like heaven under his touch, and he starts licking at one of your nipples.
he nibbled and sucked on it as he played with the other. you grinded against his hard-on, sighing at the friction it granted you.
fraser gets a little lost in your tits, but when he hears your whines progressively get louder, he finally pulls away with a string of saliva connecting him and the nipple. the sight only makes his cock agonizingly harder.
âp-please, fraseâŚâ
he looks back up at you, and the desperation in your eyes makes something in his head click. before you could register it, heâs gotten rid of every article of clothing getting in the way, and lifts your hips up so you can finally sink down on him.
you both moan at the sensation. your walls were gripping him like a vice, and his dick filled you up in a way that put every dildo you own to shame.
his large hands roam around your body before settling on the fat of your ass, gripping it the way heâd been gripping your chest.
âso tight, y/n⌠iâm gonna lose my mind,â you subconsciously tighten at his words and he curses under his breath. âyou can't keep doing that, i swearââ
he cuts himself off with a groan as you grind against him.
âsorry, you just feel so good and i need it so badly fraseââ he kisses you, stopping your tangent from getting any longer.
âi could say the same about you.â
you stop moving for a while, willing yourself to loosen up a little, but your efforts seem to have no effect on fraser.
âoh, god⌠baby,â he gasps, eyes still fluttering at the feeling. his grip on your ass tightens as he tries to steady his breathing, but you don't really hear his labored breathing. the only thing repeating in your head was what he had just called you.
baby.
the petname makes your head dizzy, and you hold back a moan as your head replays the way he said it.
fraser finally gathers himself, and starts moving up. the moans he let out were music to your ears, and as his movements sped up, your own moans grew louder.
the overly-cautious fraser you knew wasnât present at this moment, movements driven by the sheer need to be inside you.
you bounce to meet his thrusts, and he starts hitting the spot that makes your eyes roll and toes curl. âthat the spot, y/n?â
too fucked out to speak, you nod, and that brings a smile on fraserâs face. happy he was fulfilling his job well.
one of the hands he had resting on your ass moves towards your heat, beginning to circle around your neglected clit. the sudden attention on it almost knocks all the wind in your lungs out.
âfuuuuckâi feel so full of you f-fraseâgod,â
at that, he continues thrusting up, feeding off of your praise. your walls tighten around him again and he swears he almost came, but he holds on, dedicated to giving you what you need.
suddenly, a surge of confidence moves through fraser, and he starts saying things you never would've expected him to say, but you weren't complaining. if anything, you wanted to hear more.
"shitâyou taking it well f'me? hm? y-you like the way my cock fills you up, fucking you so dumb you forgot about how your day went?"
the sudden change in his tone sends a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core. fraser is usually so soft spoken, so careful with his words, so polite. to hear him use that low, dirty tone to hear him claim you with such blunt, arrogant confidence is more intoxicating than the physical sensation itself.
his eyes move between your cuntâadmiring the way he disappears in you and how well you take himâand your expression. he loved seeing how the pleasure twisted your face, loved that he was lucky enough to be blessed with such a sight, loved that it was him making you feel this good.
âthaaatâs it,â he coos, hips snapping upward at an unruly pace. âlook at you, youâre such a good girl for me, aren't you? taking it all.â
his thrusts are purposeful, aiming directly at the spot he found over and over again, and even looking to go deeper if he could. he relished in the way your walls tighten at his words.
"tell me," he commands, his voice a husky, demanding rasp as he thrusts deeper, his thick thighs tensing with the effort. "tell me how much you love it when I'm inside you like this. tell me you don't want anyone else to ever touch you like this again."
the words that leaves fraserâs mouth feel uncharacteristic, when really youâve just tapped into a new version of fraser that you created. heâs toeing the line between friends just helping each other and something much more, testing how much of this would later be disregarded as things he said in the heat of the moment, or be taken as what they are. the truth.
he tsks at your lack of response, and youâre already apologizing in your head before you could find the strength to voice it out.
âsay it, baby,â he whispers against your ear, pace becoming frantic. âtell me youâre mine.â
he continues to be unrelenting in his thrusts, because thereâs a part of him that wishes that it doesn't register in your brain. that you file it away as âdirty talk,â and he counts on your fucked out self to keep quiet, so that you don't make the mistake of choosing a response thatâll completely undo him.
much to his dismay, you say exactly what his brain has been itching to hear.
ââm yours! iâm a-all yours, fraseâ!â you cut yourself off with a scream as one powerful thrust hits a part of you you've never felt anyone or anything reach before. you can feel your orgasm at the tip of your tongue at this point, and you were a slurring mess. even just that one sentence took all your brain power to create.
the sound of your scream and your admission are the final catalyst that break him. it sends a surge of pure, unadulterated adrenaline through his veins, and his eyes are blown wide as he watches the way your body arches and trembles beneath him.
his large hands are gripping your hips so tightly he knows itâll leave faint bruises, but he doesn't really care as long as it isn't hurting you. he wants to leave a mark. he wants you to remember this.
he slows his thrusts down to deepen them, and itâs just what you needed to tip you right over the edge. you reach your climax with a loud moan of his name, and he keeps moving through it, chasing his own high.
âyouâre mine,â he pants, his voice a ragged, broken thing. âmine, mine, mineâŚâ
he whispered those words, unable to keep them to himself, hoping the ringing in your ears would block him out.
the sensation of your walls pulsing around him is too much, and he spills into you right away. your walls continue to flutter around him, milking him for all heâs worth.
he collapses forward, his heavy chest rising against yours, burying his face in your neck to catch his breath before finding your lips again in a kiss.
after just letting your lips move against each other, you pull back enough to look at him. his hair is a damp, curly mess, his face is flushed, and his eyes are back to normal. he looks completely spent, still breathing heavily, but there was a faint trace of a smile on his lips.
âyou alright there?â he breaks the silence first, his voice now returning to the sweet one you were used to. âdid⌠did that help?â
the quick switch from whatever wild animal possessed him, back to his gentle, fraser-like manner, gave you whiplashâif you didn't already have it by now. but even after that intense orgasm... you wanted more. remnants of your day were still in your head, and you wanted nothing more than for them to be gone.
"yeah," you pull out of him, still sounding slurred. but right as you got out, you crawl over and get on all fours, pushing your ass in front of him. "but i-i think i need more..."
you don't know whatâs gotten into you, but youâve never experienced an orgasm like that in your life. if this was the only night youâd get another orgasm like that, you knew better than to waste it.
alright, maybe you were a liiittle dick-notized, so what? fraser seems to be pussy-drunk too. a win-win situation.
it's only when you turn to look back at him with a pleading look on your face as he got a front row view of his cum oozing out of your hole, that he realized he was in for a long night.