𓍊Marie𓍊

Why not both?

Bedzar × reader

Contains: use of curse words, explicit words (just "titties" I think), pet names (baby, pretty girl), uhh idrk what else so lmk if I missed anything!!! Pretty sure it's just mostly fluff!

Not proof read!!!

You couldn't decide. I mean how could anyone decide between Frank and Connor. They're two of hottest players on the Blackhawks (currently) and they BOTH want you. So what did you do? You got with both of them, obviously.. *dramatic eye roll because I can add that*

And some people say they shouldn't, but they're fine with sharing you, as long as they get you. But that doesn't stop them from getting jealous...

Everything is so much easier with two boyfriends (sometimes). I mean when one is busy you get the other. And if they're both busy (which is a common occurrence since they usually are with each other during the season, due to them having the same schedule) then you just get EXTRA love from both of them when they're no longer busy.

You're laying in bed, Connor's head resting against your stomach, his basically bare body between your legs as he sleeps peacefully (by basically bare I mean he's wearing boxers). Your fingers gently running through his brunette locks as you read a book.

Frank comes home, heading into the bedroom after being gone all day. As soon as he walks in, his pupils dilate at the sight of you. You're laying on the bed in just a bra and skimpy sleep shorts while you read — obviously wearing your glasses so you can see as you read — with Connor's head on your stomach as his sleeping body lays between your legs.

He smiles to himself, looking at you "hey, pretty girl.." He says softly, stripping to just his boxers and laying down on the bed, resting his head on your chest.

You put your book to the side and bring your hand up to run your fingers through Frank's hair, continuing to do the same to Connor.

"When can we switch spots?" Frank mumbles quietly. You let out a small chuckle "what are you talking about, baby?" He huffs "when can me and Connor switch spots. That's always my spot." He says, almost whining this time.

You chuckle "he's sleeping, though." Frank pouts, burying his face in your breasts and tightening his arm around you "but it's my spooot" he whines. Though he's a deep sleeper, Connor having just fallen asleep a couple minutes ago, through all the noise, he starts to slowly wake up.

He looks over at Frank to see him pouting, before looking over at you "what's wrong with him?" He asks, voice rough from sleep, burying his face further in your stomach. You sigh "you're in "his" spot.."

Connor chuckles softly, placing a gentle kiss to your stomach where his head was laying before getting up "you have till I come back from pissing to be in "your spot" otherwise I'm gonna keep laying there." He says sternly to Frank.

Connor walks out the room and Frank instantly jumps up, taking the spot Connor was laying in. He lets out a soft hum, laying between your legs and resting his head on your stomach. You let out a small laugh, doing the same thing you had done to Connor and running your fingers through his hair.

Connor comes back and sighs "of course this is the only time he listens.." Connor mumbles, mostly to himself, almost pouting. You chuckle softly "c'mere, baby" you say putting your arms out as an invitation.

He smiles softly and lays down, face in your chest and wrapping his arm around you. His forearm draped heavy and warm over your waist. Through the skin to skin contact, you could feel the distinct, raised ridges of his veins. They felt like smooth, winding rivers of heat pressing into your skin, shifting slightly every time he tightened his grip.

He lets out a small breath, nuzzling into you as you start running your acrylic nails along his bare back. After a couple minutes, Connor speaks softly "m'actually kinda happy he took my spot now.." Connor says quietly. Frank, being nosey looks up "why?" He asks curiously.

Connor smirks "because. She's scratching my back and I get to be by these titties." He says simply. Although Frank wanted to lay where he is he still gets a little jealous. You can see it on his face. You chuckle softly "you guys are ridiculous." You say, rolling your eyes. Connor sighs "m'just bein' honest, baby.."

You chuckle and roll your eyes "I don't care if you're being honest, you're trying to make him jealous." Connor sighs dramatically "you're so mean." You laugh "Con, if I was mean you wouldn't have been laying on me to begin with. I wanted to do laundry."

He scoffs, rolling his eyes "not true. You are mean, I just still find a place in my heart to love you.." Frank looks up, that smug grin on his face as always "I agree with him.."

You scoff, though there's no real heat to it, flicking Connors nose, Frank's next "so, was this just the plan? You both stop me from doing chores to lay on top of me and annoy me?" They both look at each other, a silent agreement, that mischievous sparkle in Frank's eyes, that small smirk on Connor's lips before they both look back at you.

They nod in unison "well, yeah.." Frank says like it's obvious "did you think it wasn't?" Connor asks, playfully rolling his eyes, like it was clear from the beginning. You roll your eyes, fighting the smile wanting to form.

You take off your glasses, setting them on the night stand, letting out a breath. A small yawn leaving your lips, chest rising and falling as you yawn. Frank looks up at your face, placing a kiss to your stomach. Feeling the heat of his soft, rosey lips.

You close your eyes, letting out a sigh "I hate you both.." you mumble, not an ounce of heat in your tone, cuddling both boys.

Connor falls back to sleep, still tired, the exhaustion taking over Frank's body after practice, which Connor couldn't go to due to feeling ill today, and like that, all three of you fall asleep, in a pile of tangled limbs.