#kd77

may 4, 2026

'no. no tugging on daddy's beard.' kirby said as he made sure he had everything packed in kenzie's diaper bag.

'i can take her with me.' katie said, grabbing her purse.

'no. you deserve to have a good day out with your friends.' kirby said.

katie had plans to go for lunch with caitlin, samantha, angelie, stephanie, and miranda. usually she takes kenzie with her. but then she finds she's too absorbed in kenzie to really enjoy herself.

'you're sure you wanna take her to the rink?' katie asked.

'yeah. the guys love her.' kirby said. 'and she wants to spend time with dada. don't you?' he cooed down at her, earning a smile. kenzie is obsessed with him.

'okay, fine. i love you, baby.' katie said, kissing kenzie's cheek, but of course she just tucked back into kirby again. 'traitor.'

'we have a special visitor!' kirby called out as he walked into the locker room, kenzie chewing happily on his hoodie strings.

'well if it isn't the most special visitor ever.' kaiden said, already standing up and taking his niece from her father.

kenzie whined almost immediately. she did not want to move away from kirby. like, at all. she was already reaching back out towards him, not wanting to be in kaiden's arms.

'oh, that's how it is, huh?' kaiden said, handing her back to kirby.

but then almost immediately again, she was swooped up by marty. 'there's our girl. who's the prettiest girl in montreal?' he cooed. another smile.

'why don't i get that? she's my niece.' kaiden complained.

'she just loves me.' marty said.

but then she looked back towards kirby again. 'dada.' she reached out.

'okay, pretty girl.' kirby said, tucking her close again. another huge smile.

'oh, that's a big smile.' cole pointed out, already smiling himself.

'practice definitely isn't starting on time.' nick pointed out. but he now has a newborn baby girl at home, so he gets it.

'yeah, she loves compliments.' kirby said. 'loves being told she's a pretty girl.'

'hi, pretty girl.' arber said as he passed by. unimpressed look.

'i guess she only likes them from certain people.' dobes said, laughing as arber got offended.

'hi, pretty girl.' mike tried next. he got a tiny smile.

'pretty girl.' marty cooed. he got a big one.

but then she was looking back up at kirby, pure adoration in her eyes, and then firmly placing her head back on his shoulder, curling in.

'oh, she's adorable.' fowler said.

'okay, my turn again. come here.' kaiden said, attempting to take kenzie again. she let him this time.

she gave him a tiny grin once she realized exactly who was holding her this time. uncle kai. mommy's brother.

'there she is.' kaiden cooed, settling her against him. 'can uncle kai have a kiss?' he asked, dramatically puckering his lips.

kenzie looked less than impressed, turning to look over at kirby almost like 'can you believe this guy?'

'what?!' kaiden exclaimed. he is offended.

'wow. rejected by your own niece. that's harsh.' juraj said.

kirby just laughed, smiling down at his daughter. 'you want daddy, don't you, baby girl?' he asked. she nodded.

but before he could take her back, she leaned up, planting a sweet and wet open mouthed kiss on kaiden's cheek.

'yes.' he whispered. he gave her one on her cheek back.

“We’re having this conversation because you’re too stubborn to consider my point of view,” Kirby bites back, a wide grin on his face. He’s always felt delighted when you fight him, especially when your arguments turn back to the root of your rivalry: Kirby’s Canadiens and your Bruins. 

It’s been the same topic of conversation since you met, when Kirby called you out for wearing a Boston Bruins t-shirt and expressed his own poor taste. You knew why he preferred the Habs from the first second, since you’re an avid hockey fan. You know the people on the team that you hate. Kirby seems to think that he knows more than you because he is an active player in the rivalry and you’re just a spectator, but that’s exactly why you think you know it better. You get to see both sides from the outside and even though you are biased, you’re not nearly as biased as Kirby is. He’s loyal to his team, which would be an admirable quality if his team was any good.

Your mouth opens in shock. “I am considering your point of view. You’re just so into yourself and your team that you can’t accept that mine is better.”

The hot tub cleared out shortly after you two started arguing, leaving you and Kirby alone in opposite corners. It’s like a boxing match and you’re both coming out with your fists swinging. 

“Your team is not better!” Kirby exclaims. “The Bruins had a shit season!”

“We are allowed to have a shit season. You bitches have had a bad decade!”

Kirby flinches back like you hit him, looking affronted and borderline betrayed.

You think you could’ve crossed a line, to be fair, but you’re right. The Habs have gone to the playoffs, but they haven’t had a solid, powerful team in a long time. You shrug and shake your head at Kirby, daring him to retort.

He surges forward and gets his hands on you instead. It’s not a violent or intimidating series of touches, but you’re caught off guard by it. 

Kirby tugs you over to his side of the hot tub and holds onto you by the ties of your bikini bottoms. “You are so fucking infuriating,” he growls. He licks over his bottom lip and bites down on it, eyes narrowed as he surveys you. He seems to consider you for a moment, then makes a snap decision. “Do you even know how much you affect me, Y/N?”

It’s your turn to bring your eyebrows together. “No,” you say defensively, pushing away from him and trying to squirm back to your corner.

Kirby catches your wrists and pauses, calculating his actions again. You freeze when he circles his fingers around your wrist, not out of fear, but because… well… you have been known to like a man who’s stronger than you.

And you are starting to see the appeal of Mr. Kirby Dach, even though it’s going against every fiber of your being.

His eyes flicker over your features, raking in your blown yet confused pupils and the pink on your cheeks and the way that you’re not trying to get away from him anymore. Kirby inhales and brings your hand to his abdomen, then slides it lower, giving you plenty of time to pull away.

Your hand covers his bulge tentatively, then you double down upon feeling just how hard he is. His cock is raging, straining against his board shorts. 

You blink at him, not sure what to say. “Every time?” you muster weakly.

“Every time,” Kirby confirms. “You do something to me, Y/N. Even if we hate each other. You do something to me.”

You lick your lips slowly and nod, taking in his words and processing the overwhelming information facing you. Kirby’s hard and he says that you affect him every time you fight and now, he’s not looking at you like he wants to fight you. He’s looking at you like he wants to devour you.

It’s your turn to move slowly, moving to straddle his lap. You let your weight sit against his cock, allowing him to feel you against him. 

“What are you going to do if someone sees you grinding against a Montreal supporter?” Kirby asks seriously, although his hands have remained on your hips and are now dragging you along his length.

You feel like you’re in a trance, staring at his mouth move. “Tell them you made a good point for once, maybe,” you reply, inching forward until you feel Kirby’s smile widen underneath your lips. Then, you close the distance and kiss him, feeling all of your frustration and anger towards him and his opinions melt away, seeping out of you and transferring that energy into the sexual tension between you.