#nmackinnon

Guy Goma

You were sitting at the dining room table, drinking your tea and reading quietly as Nate called in to some local entertainment podcast to record an interview. He had his phone on speaker and seemed a little worried. (It was a valid worry, you supposed. An entertainment podcast. Hockey players being interviewed wasn’t exactly the epitome of entertaining.) They greeted him before starting the interview. As they introduced him, both of your eyes got wide. 

“Hello, we’re here with actor Nathan Fillion....”

You barely hid your snort, trying to stay quiet as tears of mirth filled your eyes. Nate looked so awkward and uncomfortable, 

They kept asking him questions. He kept trying to answer them. You had to excuse yourself to bury your face in a pillow and laugh for a solid five minutes.

Let’s be honest, it’s more like you’re getting face fucked in kitchen where Nate thrusts into you while holding your hair back as something to pull on and position you where he wants. And let’s be honest, it’s Tyson Barrie that walks in on the two of you and instead of immediately walking out, he’s immediately interested and Nate doesn’t even stop. Just keeps going until he’s coming down your throat and bracing himself on the kitchen counter

He’d get home from Calgary and you’re still up waiting for him. After the goal you went and put on your prettiest lingerie to do something special for him, and when he comes in the door he finds you on the couch in nothing but that lingerie and your favorite jersey of his. He was already having a pretty good Saturday night, but it just got so much better.

He walks over to you and you stand to greet him with a chaste kiss. He’s hesitant to touch you, doing so tentatively,  like he might fall apart if he doesn’t, and he just wants to take in the sight of you.

“Baby… what are you wearing under my jersey?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you find out,” you look up at him and see a heat in his eyes. 

He drags his hands up your thighs and under the jersey where he feels your panties and then trails them farther up to reveal your bra. 

He sucks in a breath, “God, you’re gorgeous,” and lifts the jersey up the rest of the way and tosses it to the side.

“What you don’t want me to keep it on?”

“Oh my god, what? I didn’t even think about that…”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” you smirk, as you walk over to bend down and pick the jersey back up.

“Jesus”

You throw it over your shoulder and lead the way to the bedroom, where Nate happily follows.

You’re just barely pulling the jersey back on when he bends you over the bed.

“How do you want it?”

“Anyway you want. This is all for you. I’m all yours.”

He just barely pulls himself out of his boxers and pants, eager to feel himself inside you, bent over and ready for him. He pulls your panties to the side and slides in slowly, giving you a second to adjust to him. He thrusts himself inside you while you wear his name on your back.