#kirby dach rpf
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lightning on my skin l k. dach
there's nothing I can do / I just can't resist
summary: kirby + you + a house full of family members + an empty car...
wordcount: 3.2k
song: where would I be? - gwen stefani
warnings: 18+! smut sooo minors begone! unprotected sex, dirty talk and semi public sex. whoopsies. oh also cursing.
a/n: i'm sl*t for this man but no I will never admit it in public. enjoy.
𓇽 ⊹ ᨘ ִֶ໑𓇽 ⊹ ᨘ ִֶ໑𓇽 ⊹ ᨘ ִֶ໑𓇽 ⊹ ᨘ ִֶ໑
“You’re such a dumbass, Kirbs.”
“What? He was just being annoying so, I had to do it.”
The sounds of the crickets consorted your laughs as you and Kirby sat eating in his G Wagon, recently coming back from a lovely date at the nearby park. Despite being your second year of dating, this had been the first summer you had fully spent together. Staying at the Dach household had been an interesting but nonetheless exhilarating experience; you found out just how quickly chaos could ensue when Kirby and Colton were left to their own devices under the same roof. Proving that age was just a number, from day one it was plain and simple that they naturally retreated back to their little child selves, most of their interactions ending up with a playful physical altercation of some sort.
“You can’t tell me he wasn’t being entirely too cocky, Y/N.” he said with his mouth full of fries, his eyes widening over at you.
“He is your baby brother!” you exclaimed.
“Well, he’s no longer a baby. It’s a fair fight, that’s all I’m saying.” he chuckled.
Kirby hadn’t been this excited for a summer in a long time.
Your internship now having wrapped up, he finally had the time to steal you and your newfound free time. He knew as soon as the season ended that he was going to keep you in his hometown all for himself.
Seeing you interact with his family made Kirby’s heart flutter; cooking with his mom or ice skating with his dad and brother after their practice.
You had met them before, but these were novel circumstances for the both of you.
Any nerves he might have had swiftly vanished as you both settled in, making yourself at home in the most respectful way possible.
He was able to forget about the stress of hockey and fitting your schedules together, and just revel in the normalcy of slowly waking up with you, knowing that you had virtually no strict plans for the day.
“You guys are insane. These are full-on fights!” you laughed.
“You should have seen them when we were younger. They were actually much worse.”
“Oh, don’t worry. Your parents told me all about that.”
You naturally clicked with everyone in his family, so much so that his grandparents came fastly to meet you as well. It astounded him how you were able to pull everyone in so genuinely, leaving his introverted soul wrapped up in admiration.
He was proud to have you with him. You completed each other nicely and in very practical ways.
“Oh god, please don’t remind me of all the embarrassing stories they brought up.” he blushed.
“Why? You really don’t want to talk about that little bath stor-”
“No, no! I’m changing topics! I’m pulling that card out!” he exclaimed.
“Alright, alright.” you laughed, throwing your head back against the headrest. As much as he was blushing, you could see him hiding a smile underneath it all.
However, his house perpetually rustling came with its downsides. He enjoyed it most of the time, however, he missed the privacy of your shared apartment back in Montreal.
When he watched you walk around his family home every morning his mind couldn’t help but flash back to seeing you strut around naked, getting your coffee ready, all from the comfort of his messed up bed, underwear, and clothes scattered on the ground from the night before.
He missed that. A lot.
It was hard to have some alone time knowing his family members were around you both constantly.
The last thing he wanted to do is make anyone uncomfortable. Not when there were literal months left in the summer.
So, Kirby decided to get creative.
Much to his surprise, it ended up sparking a newfound love for public affection, in more ways than one, for the both of you, which just pushed him to explore more.
Your first date of the summer that started with a picnic at the lake, and lovingly ended with you both hiding behind some trees for a while. The feeling of getting caught rushed through you equally as you consummated your love truly in public for the first time.
So you unconsciously kept it going for most of the summer, looking for new places every day to spend time at.
“You know, you’re bad for making me eat this.” he snickered at you.
“Oh, c’mon, tell me you don’t miss eating this junk during the season.”
“I do, I do.” he said, wiping his hands clean. “You know what I miss more though?”
“Mmm?” you asked, piling all the trash together.
“You.”
You turned your head up to find Kirby staring at you, his signature smirk peering over at you.
“You’re so sweet.”
“I mean it.” Kirby took his fingers to move to your hair behind your ear, gazing over your features. “I just wish I had a little more time with you every day.”
“Hey, we still make it work pretty well, right?”
“We do.” Kirby’s fingers lingered on you, now cupping your cheek. “I’m still going to enjoy this summer. As much as I can. I’m not letting you out of my sight, baby.”
His eyes trailed down to your mouth before he closed the gap between you two.
The kiss was smoldering, both of your intentions clear as your brought each other closer despite the console dividing you.
“Kirby…”
“Baby..?” he said, his lips grazing against yours.
“Mm… here?” you asked.
“Mmhm.” Kirby answered in between kisses. “The back windows are tinted anyways.”
You turned your face to tentatively look at your surroundings, Kirby’s hands beginning to mess up your clothes already, his fingertips at your exposed bra strap. The parking lot was mostly empty, all families in their homes as the sun began to set.
“You sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything before.” Kirby said, his eyes dumbfoundedly fixated on your cleavage.
“About doing it here, dingbat.” you snapped him back to reality, playfully hitting his arm.
“It’s more private than the park...” he said, smirking again. “...and the lake, and the rink, and the boat, or the mal-”
“Okay, okay.” you laughed, rolling your eyes.
“C’mon, baby.” Kirby winked as he stepped outside while you moved in giddiness to the backseat over the middle console.
You came face to face as he quickly shut the door behind him, your hot breaths colliding as he began to crawl above you, sending your back to lay against the warm leather of the seats.
“Hi, beautiful.” he said, a smile appearing on his face.
“You’re quite the charmer for someone who’s about to take me in the back of his car.” you uttered, eyes focused on his lips, inching closer to you.
“...take you?” he asked, millimeters away from you. “I’m not going to take you, baby. I’m going to fuck you.”
Kirby wasted no time and aggressively sent his tongue inside your mouth, his pelvis already rubbing against your jean shorts.
The walk in the park had been nice, but it had left you both a little heated and damp, in every way imaginable.
“That’s the Kirby I know.” you moaned, his tongue now trailing behind your ear and neck. “Always so hot and heavy.”
“Hey, I can be sweet.” he uttered defensively against your skin. “You want me to make love to you?”
His head snapped up as he asked you, his questioning and piercing eyes looking for an answer in yours.
“Fuck no. I like you hot and heavy.” you said, bringing his face back onto yours, chuckling into the kiss.
He adorably kept giggling as he planted loud and silly kisses on your chin, moving down your chest and further lowering himself down the axis of your body.
He had a tough exterior at times, but Kirby was playful at heart, and he didn’t leave that outside of the bedroom either. You found yourselves laughing and joking during your sexual escapades quite often actually, and it fulfilled you in the most endearing of ways.
“You’re smoking hot, babe.” he uttered against your belly.
“It is pretty hot outside.” you said, sitting up on your elbows.
“Oh, you’re funny.” he laughed, sitting up as he began to undo the button of your shorts. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“And you know I don’t know how to take compliments. Not even yours.” you lifted your hips up, Kirby ripping your bottoms off of you.
“Well, let me tell you a different way then.” he smirked.
“Kirby Dach, you are the cheesi-.”
You were hastily interrupted, Kirby licking up your pussy vigorously before bringing your hips all the way up to latch his mouth against your heaving sex. Forthwith, the sensation took you back to the countless nights your boyfriend had spent buried in your pussy, relentlessly getting you to the point of having to pull him off of you before your legs twitched hard enough to accidentally hurt him.
The truth was that time stopped for Kirby whenever he lowered his face in between your thighs. He loved to get his jaw wet with spit and juices; even more, he loved grinding against the mattress for hours, sending tingles up his spine every time. Knowingly playing an edging game with his body, and your own at the same time, taking you both closer to the edge with controlled and precise force.
Despite not having enough space in his beloved G-Wagon for you both to lay down, he wasn’t going to skimp out. Bringing you all the way up to him was a risky move, but he wasn’t up for much thinking when he had you so bothered underneath him like this.
He held your body securely, his biceps flexing around your ass and hips. As his tongue lapped in circles, he couldn’t help but trail up your body with his gaze. The nature of your position allowed for your shirt to bunch up, showing the softness of your stomach that he adored so much. However, seeing your breasts up to your chin, flushed just as much as your cheeks were, your face overcome by pleasure, had him gripping your hips extra tightly.
“God, baby.” he whispered against you, covering your skin in goosebumps. “You’re going to make me bust.”
“Fuck me, Kirby.”
He dropped your hips immediately, letting it hurt as he unzipped his pants, his erection serendipitously springing onto you.
“I love you so much, baby, that was so good, but I-, I simply can’t wait.” you pleaded.
“I love you more baby; a couple more seconds of you wriggling like that in my arms and I wouldn't have been able to wait either.” he answered, removing as much clothing as possible.
Kirby was hot and heavy in every sense of the word. And it felt so good as it slapped your pussy whenever he pulled himself free of his clothes.
“God, take a look at that.” he growled.
He set his blue eyes on the tip of his cock, parting your folds, glistening with his saliva and precum. The sun was lowering itself beautifully on the other side of the park, its rays peeking through the trees and his seats to create shimmering windows of light on your bodies. He felt the ridges of his member dampen as he kept plunging himself back and forth on top of you. He could feel the lust of his heartbeat in every single one of his veins and quickly into yours as he slowly dipped his cock inside you with a groan.
You were mostly sure he had never realized it, but Kirby loved to push the tip of his dick inside you first and pause, just for a handful of seconds.
Inadvertently, filling your cunt up with his body was one of his most cherished parts of fucking.
There was something about the overwhelming feeling that took over his entire being when he felt your walls surround him concretely, soaking himself in all the gushy desire that had been building up inside you.
He felt as if you had been waiting for him, and he loved to feel responsible for absorbing the aching that resided inside you as he bottomed himself out.
Continuously, Kirby never took his eyes off you when he first thrust; the first time you had sex, he had to immediately take a break, the look on your face almost sending him over the edge completely.
The sigh.
The way your eyes rolled back.
And he could always hear your vocal cords contract in the back of your throat in the slightest moan, but never strong enough to let it out.
It was almost inaudible, but it was there, and it drove him mad.
He loved being the only man that got to see you like this.
And you loved being the only one that got to notice the ritualistic thinking in your boyfriend, without fail.
His legs trembled as his pelvis came flush with your legs, pushing himself all the way inside you after feeling you clench once around the ridge of his head.
Right underneath it, squeezing around him so deliciously as a signal for more.
As soon as he saw that lovely look on you he was quick to throw your legs on his shoulders before he began thrusting steadily inside you.
He tried to resist himself every time, and his efforts were never futile, but you knew they never lasted long.
The more you showed your pleasure, the more he lost it.
Kirby liked it deep and fast, and you were never one to complain about it.
He let his head lull forward as he anchored a rhythm in his thrusts, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure.
“Oh, Kirby.” you moaned. “That feels so good, baby.”
He didn’t dare to look, feeling your hips begin to tilt forward already as you arched your back in the delight of his shoving inside you.
His brain went offline completely, letting all of the muscles in his face relax entirely, preoccupied only with the movement of his cock.
“Keep talking, baby.” he uttered, almost whispering. “You sound like a fucking angel.”
The tremble in his deep voice was crystal clear, the knuckles of his fingers turning white as he gripped onto the flesh of your thighs.
“I thought I was going to lose it today, babe. I wanted you so fucking bad.” you moaned, the leather quietly creaking as you angled yourself closer to him again.
Kirby’s chest began to rumble, attempting to hold his moaning back as he stayed transfixed in the physical sensation of your bodies uniting.
You could see him begin to sweat, flushing deeper every time he pulled out of you with a low, tight-lipped groan; a droplet lovingly trickled down the long hair strands that hung in front of his face before falling on your stomach. Every time they dripped onto you, it felt like you could hear a sizzle, your skin enveloped in lust as it flinched back with every single thrust.
It was nearly lovable how much he tried to control himself, always to no avail, but you could tell today, through your half-open eyes, that it wasn’t going to last long.
The reality was that the more he focused on the physical sensation, the hotter he got.
The more relaxed you felt his whole body, the harder he became inside you, growing against your most sensitive spots.
Quite curiously, the slowly blinking of his eyes open happened to come at the time your head fully tilted back, a glorious arch in your figure as your eyes fluttered closed. The muscles of his belly tensed at the coiling that he felt growing inside him, the only thing that was now softening being his jaw as he opened his mouth at the reverie of the woman reaching a climax in front of him and underneath his touch.
“Oh fuck, like that, baby?” he asked, speeding up his movements just enough to let his skin stickily slap against you.
“M-,m-,m-.”
Unfortunately for you, speaking was never your forte as you reached your edge.
Fortunately for Kirby, it made him so horny he involuntarily hunched over, his body spasming as he swore he could see your pupils at the back of your head underneath your fluttering eyelids.
He took the hint to increase his pace, slowly but surely, your shoulders trembling all the way down to your hips. His rough pubic bone came in contact with you, rubbing against your clit and exquisitely sending you over the edge.
Your system went haywire as you came, sweet moans filling up the steamy car as you shook in pleasure underneath and around him, scratching his beloved leather seats.
Any attempt to moan his name was inefficacious, but the effort was noticed by your boyfriend who pushed your convulsing legs further down, coming close to your face.
He had officially lost it, now dedicating himself to keeping you in this state as long as possible.
Kirby was able to somehow plant his feet against some steady surfaces of his luxury car, having the fresh ability to speed up, his eyes still stuck on your delirious elation that wouldn’t concede.
“Fuck, baby, you look so fucking good like this.” he moaned.
His muscular thighs tensed as he pounded into you, your cunt now gushing liquid all around him; you could only turn your head around as you sharply inhaled, letting the glee send sparks throughout your nervous system, your body moving on its own.
It was so much that you both failed to feel the car shake with the power of his thrusts as he recognized the familiar creeping sensation begin to move inside him, his orgasm not far behind yours.
“This is-, this is-, fuck, baby, I can’t hold back.” he groaned, letting his forehead fall next to your head, his wet hair seeping sweat into yours.
Finally, you managed the find the strength to move your fingers to the back of his neck, holding onto his hair for dear life as you began to descend back to earth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Kirby came loudly as he let himself go, shooting his hot and milky seed inside you with deep thrusts; roaring, he was noisy enough to be heard outside of the vehicle, but neither of you cared as he stayed inside you, flesh to flesh, his cock still twitching and painting your insides white.
“Oh my fucking god, Y/N.” he said with his head still down before placing a kiss on your shoulder.
“I could say the same thing to you.” you laughed, smart enough to reach slightly above you and open the passenger door only a crack.
The evening, fresh air barged its way into the stuffy car, the fog on the windows starting to disappear slowly. The change in temperature made Kirby snap up, deeply inhaling almost unknowingly before finding you.
“Good?” you asked, Kirby’s favorite smile looking right at him.
“Better than good.” he coaxed. “You’re a dream, Y/N.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Dach.” you chuckled, an adoring kiss planted on your forehead.
“I love you.” he whispered into your skin.
“I love you.” you answered just as lovingly.
....
“Where do you want to go tomorrow, baby?”
#kirby dach#kirby dach imagine#kirby dach smut#kirby dach rpf#kirby dach x reader#kirby dach fic#chicago blackhawks#montreal canadiens#habs#nhl smut#hockey fic#hockey#hockey imagine#nhl rpf#hockey rpf#smut#kikiwrites
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AHHHHH!!! love love love your r63 art it’s so so good 🫶🫶🫶 would you ever be down to do kirby dach cole caufield and nick suzuki from the habs in the future with r63!! once again i love your art so much its always a delight to see it on my timeline 🫶 hope you’re having a great day
thank youu this is so lovely aaaugh !!!😭💓💓
i'm happy you like the r63s; i'm always so down to draw cute girls <333
i hope you're also having a great day! ^v^
#again i must admit knowing v little abt the habs BUT. i know cc is a silly and a sweetie#nick suzuki#cole caufield#kirby dach#montreal canadiens#hockey art#yjart#req!#r63#hrpf#hockey rpf
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Kudos Tag Game - My Style
Thank you @canuckgurl1983 for tagging me!! I think this is a super fun way to get some of our fics out there again! My top ten kudo'd fics are!!
Lets tag: @frostbeees @hard4softthings @rivers-cuowomo and any other writers that want to join in!
1) “On the Mend” - Kirby Dach/Adam Boqvist
2) “Moving Up” - Alex Albon/George Russell
3) “Take Care of Me” - Callum Illott/Mick Schumacher
4) “Its Been Lonely” - Ryan Graves/Cale Makar
5) “The Next Chapter” - Callum Illott/Mick Schumacher
6) “Ice Ice Baby” - Yuki Tsunoda/Cole Caufield
7) “Dance Dance” - Ryan Graves/Cale Makar
8) “Self Care is Important” -Ryan Graves & Nolan Patrick
9) “Confidence in Compliments” - Oscar Piastri/Zhou Guanyu
10) “Hiding in Plain Sight” - Ryan Graves/Dougie Hamilton
#tag game#!!! friend!!!#ao3#hockey rpf#f1 rpf#my fics#I did a flat view of my fics cause every fic is special#ryan graves#cale makar#nico hischier#kirby dach#adam boqvist#cole caufield#dougie hamilton#nolan patrick#yuki tsunoda#oscar piastri#zhou guanyu#new jersey devils#colorado avalanche#montreal canadiens#hockey#formula1
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i just wanna see (how beautiful you are) | E | 2778
"Having fun out there, Tom Brady?" Kirby chirped quietly, bumping his chin into Adam's bicep and watching with smug satisfaction as Adam made a funny little face after taking a sip of horrendously warm beer. "Might have to loan you out to the Bears during the offseason, eh?”
#adam boqvist#kirby dach#chicago blackhawks#hockey rpf#i miss Them can’t u tell#idk if anybody still reads this pairing but i have so many drafts so 🫶#jonathan toews#patrick kane
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i wish you would write the golden trio polyamory negotiations
would be from bo's pov
dylan/kirby are together first
contrary to popular belief because bo and dylan met first
that's upsetting from bo's eyes
because he could have had dylan
if he wanted
but he wasn't ready to be out then
he's jealous i think at first
that dylan and kirby are together
because he wants dylan so much and he's not a homewrecker but he really wishes he was
until he gets to know kirby
and then he starts falling in love too
and then he's confused because he's gotten himself stuck in a love triangle with two guys who are together
and maybe he's a little drunk at the bar on draft night and they all end up tumbling into his room together
and he kisses them both because of course he does, because it's bo
and in the morning...they talk it out
and that's that!
#ask#bowen byram#dylan cozens#kirby dach#rpf#sorry anon but i like dylan/bo almost too much to put them in an ot3 situation
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Six
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/9foYhG4
by waytoovibey
Team Canada goes up against the United States for the Women's World Championship.
Jamie learns that maybe the real reason she hates a girl on the opposing team so much is because she likes her.
Words: 14870, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Jamie Drysdale, Trevor Zegras, Dawson Mercer, Kirby Dach, Quinton Byfield, Dylan Holloway, Dylan Cozens, Jakob Pelletier, WJC 2021 Team Canada Ensemble, Cole Caufield, Alex Turcotte
Relationships: Jamie Drysdale/Trevor Zegras, background Cole Caufield/Kirby Dach
Additional Tags: Rule 63, Alternate Universe - Gender Changes, Lesbian Character, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Face-Sitting, Girls Kissing, Internalized Homophobia, Denial of Feelings, Enemies to Lovers, Drinking, Sharing a Bed, Rivalry, Rivals With Benefits, Hockey, Minor Injuries, Gals being pals, chocolate cake, Jamie is really in her head, Dawson Mercer is a good friend, Play Fighting
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/9foYhG4
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Bored
Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69
Tagging: @nazdaddy @imagining-elsewhere
Relationship: Established; Kirby Dach x Reader
Summary: You made another reach for the book but Kirby just gave you an unimpressed look as if to say ‘really?’ Or the one where Kirby steals your book when you’re bored and things take a different turn.
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: Smut.
Comments: Omg I’m so sorry for never posting this. I straight up forgot I wrote it 😅So I’m pretty sure the Kirby hype was died right down but I’m gonna post it anyways because that’s better than this sitting in my drafts for another 3+ months 😅Also, I know that not everyone is short and I’m not trying to exclude anyone, but I am 4’11 and @nazdaddy put an idea in my head and I just had to write this very self indulgent imagine so there are some height related-ish comments/description in this
(c) nat g. 2021 // do not repost, do not claim as your own
“Whatcha doing?” Kirby asked, leaning on the back of the couch and looking over your shoulder.
“What does it look like?” You replied, not lifting your eyes from the book you were clearly reading.
Kirby laughed lightly, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he moved closer so he could read over your shoulder, trying to see what your book was about, trying to find out why it was more important than giving him attention. His eyebrows raised when he realized that the part of the book you were reading was a little bit saucy.
It was hard to focus knowing he was reading over your shoulder, knowing that he was watching you read a steamy part of the book, so you pulled your gaze away to look up at him. Kirby gave you a closed mouth smile and you shook your head before turning your attention back to the book.
Kirby let you read for another few moments, but he was getting bored of reading over your shoulder, bored of watching you read about people having sex when the two of you could be having sex right now. Really, he was bored in general. There was nothing on TV and there was only so much to talk about through text with his friends and teammates. And with you focused on your book, it felt like the two of you hadn’t really seen each other all day.
He was bored.
Kirby took a sharp breath through his nose and reached over, snatching the book from your hands before stepping away from the couch.
“Hey!” You yelled, shooting up from your spot on the couch, turning to look at him. Kirby didn’t acknowledge you as he flipped through the next pages of the book, his eyebrows widening as he realized how dirty it got before he looked back at you.
“Really?” He asked.
You shifted your weight on your feet as you blushed. “Just give it back, okay?”
Kirby held your gaze, his eyes narrowing for a moment, “no, I don’t think I will.”
“Kirbyyyyy,” you whined, walking around the couch to stand in front of him, rolling onto your tippy toes as you reached for the book but he easily lifted it out of your reach.
He smiled as you glared at him because you both knew that there was no way you could get your book back, it was simply out of your reach. “I hate that you’re so tall,” you told him.
“No you don’t,” he replied with a chuckle.
And he was right… You did love that he easily reach the top shelf and get things down for you, that he was so big you could curl up on his chest and just feel so protected, how easy it was for him to manhandle you…
You made another reach for the book but Kirby just gave you an unimpressed look as if to say ‘really?’ You took an annoyed breath through your nose before an idea popped into your head. It wouldn’t get you your book back but…
You stepped closer to him, going onto your tippy toes as you wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into him before you jumped up. Kirby’s eyes widened, but he instantly dropped your book to catch you, his hands going to the back of your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Hello?” He said, moving his hands to your ass as he pulled you up a little higher to rest more comfortably on his hips.
“Hi,” you replied, moving your hands up to run through the hair on the back of his head.
“What are you doing?” He asked with a smile.
You leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth before pulling back to look him in the eye as you answered him. “Well, if someone wouldn’t give me my book back, I figured that I would get some pleasure somewhere else,” you said, biting your lip.
Kirby’s eyes darkened and he backed you up to the closest available wall before pressing his lips to yours, his hands giving your ass a squeeze. You made a soft noise against his lips and ran your hands through his hair. He pressed his tongue against your bottom lip before slipping it into your mouth.
You slipped your hands under his shirt, pushing it up his body as you felt up all the firm muscle under his skin, scratching your nails lightly into his back, making him groan against your lips. He pulled back from the kiss, pulling his hands from your ass to pull his shirt off, tossing it aside before he reconnected your lips, one hand gripping your thigh, the other slipping under your shirt, the tips of his fingers brushing against the band of your bra.
He pushed your shirt further up your body, as he trailed his lips down your jaw and neck. You let your eyes close and you dug your nails into his shoulder when he bit down on your neck, pulling a loud moan from your lips that went straight to his cock. He only pulled his lips from your neck to pull your shirt off you and toss it aside, his eyes running down your chest with a groan when he realized you were wearing his favourite bra.
“Kirby,” you said, your voice half a whine.
He nodded, pulling you off the wall, carrying you to the bedroom with one arm, heating pooling between your legs at how easy it was for him to carry you. Being reminded how big he was, how small you were in comparison, and how easily he could manhandle you never failed to turn you on.
He didn’t bother closing the door behind him and he dropped you onto the bed with a soft bounce. You didn’t have a chance to push yourself up before he crawled over you, pressing his hips to yours as he settled between your legs.
You moaned against his lips at the feeling of his clothed cock against your clothed core. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly at the strands, the soft groan you earned in response going straight to your core.
He pulled back from your lips, but it was only to mouth at the base of your throat and work his way down your chest, your fingers tightening in his hair. When he reached the material of your bra, he looked up at you, his hand moving to your lower back.
“Can I?” He asked.
“Fucking better,” you told him making him roll his eyes as he moved his hands up your back. With the help of you arching your back, he got your bra unclasped and he pulled his hands back to pull the garnet from your body and toss it aside, groaning softly at your chest. He was never going to get enough of you.
He leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth, suckling softly and running his tongue over bud, your back arching softly into him as you moaned. When he grazed his teeth over it, your breath caught in your throat and he shifted his weight so that he could give your other nipple just as much attention, rolling the big between his fingers.
You let your eyes close, your core throbbing with need. You rocked your hips up against his waist. He pulled back with a small laugh to continue trailing his lips down your body.
He didn’t bother asking if he could take your pants off, slipping his fingers into the waist band of your sweats and panties and you lifted your hips to help him pull them off. He tossed them aside before spreading your legs and settling between them, putting your thighs over his shoulders as his breath fanned over your core.
Your back arched softly as you ran your fingers through his hair with anticipation. Kirby smirked, glancing up at you before pressing his tongue to your core, licking a broad strip up and separating your folds before he attached his lips to your clit. You moaned loudly, tightening your grip on his hair, but that only spurred him on.
He ran his tongue over the bud as he sucked softly, his eyes glancing up to read your body. You let you head title back, your eyes closing as you focused on the pleasure.
He continued to work your clit over for another few minutes before he pulled back to give his mouth a break. You made a noise of annoyance and opened your eyes to look at him, his lips shiny with your wetness.
Kirby pulled back a bit more and shifted his position so that he could press his fingers to your core, circling your clit before sliding them down to your entrance. He pressed one finger into you, giving you a moment to adjust before starting a soft pace, curling his finger up in search of your g-spot.
He knew he found it when you clenched down on his finger with a moan. He added a second finger and continued to curl his fingers to brush your g-spot before he reattached his lips on your clit. Your hips jumped at the added pleasure, your fingers tightening on his hair as you moaned a curse.
Between his fingers and his mouth, you could feel the knot start to tighten and soon you were moaning his name, the hand that wasn’t in his hair reaching to grip the sheets. “Don’t stop,” you told him. “I’m going to cum.”
He continued to work your clit over, his fingers brushing your g-spot and you came with a moan of his name, your back arching off the bed.
Kirby worked you through your orgasm, slowing the pace of his fingers and gently rolling his tongue over your clit to prolong it until you released your grip on his hair. He pulled back from you and ran his tongue over his lips to collect some of your juices, but his chin was still shiny with them so he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
Your chest heaved and it took you a few more moments to catch your breath. “You good?” He asked, resting on his knees at the foot of the bed.
“Better than good,” you laughed.
“Oh yeah?” He asked with a smile, moving to hover over you and lower his hips to yours so you could feel how hard he was through the tin material of his sweats.
Your breath caught in your throat and you titled your head back, reaching up to grab him by the back of the neck to pull him in for a kiss. He pressed his tongue past your lips and you moaned at the taste of yourself. Kirby rolled his hips against you with a softly groan that forced him to break the kiss.
He rocked his hips against yours again before he opened his eyes to look at you, “I think I might die if I don’t get in you.”
You dug your heel into his lower back to press him closer, “then fuck me.”
Kirby didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back and stepped off the bed to push his sweats and underwear off before crawling back over you and reaching over to the bedside table for a condom.
He opened the package with his teeth before sitting back to roll it onto his length, squeezing the base before settling back between your legs. He glanced back up at you and you nodded so he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in slowly, watching as he slowly disappeared into you as he moaned over how warm and tight you were.
You moaned at the stretch and Kirby gave you time to get used to him, knowing that you were going to need a moment or two to adjust to his size. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on your shoulder, needing a moment himself.
“Move,” you said after a few moments. “Please.”
Kirby nodded against your shoulder and pushed himself up. He braced his weight on his arms before he pulled out halfway and thrusted back in. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist and his eyes looked down to yours. He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in, pulling another gasp from you that melted into a moan.
He started a firm pace that left you moaning, his own eyes closing in pleasure. He shifted his hips after a few moments, wanting to find your g-spot, which he found a few thrusts later. Your eyes fluttered closed when he hit it and you dug your nails into his shoulder as you clenched around him, making him groan and his hips stuttered.
Your orgasm built slowly. He could feel you fluttering and clenching around him and he leaned his weight onto one hand so he could snake the other one between you to rub your clit. You clenched down on him with the added pleasure, your moans getting louder.
The knot tightened quickly and you fisted the sheets in your free hand as your second orgasm washed over you, your back arching into him.
You moaned his name and Kirby groaned as you clenched down on him. His hips stuttering as his eyes fluttered in pleasure. He fucked you through it, drawing your high out before he picked up his pace, looking for his own high which was didn’t take much to find.
His thrusts got sloppy, soft groans falling from his lips as you continued to clench down on him until he stilled, spilling into the condom with a moan of your name.
He did his best to keep his weight off you as he came down from his high. When he did, he pulled out of you gently, taking the condom off and tying it off before dropping it on the floor to deal with later before he laid down beside you.
“Much better than your book, eh?” He said, looking over at you.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment. “Are you going to give me my book back now?”
Kirby scrunched his nose up and rolled onto his side to look at you, moving his hand to your hip as he ran his eyes down your body before he brought them back up to your eyes. “Now why would I do that when we could do this instead?”
You rolled your eyes but you still leaned into him and he let you guide him back so you were resting on his chest. “Is that so?” You asked, dropping your eyes to his lips.
He hummed, brushing your hair back before cupping your jaw and guiding you closer so he could kiss you softly. You smiled into the kiss and pulled back after a moment. “Okay, I admit that this is way better than the book.”
“You think?” He said with a chuckle.
You settled back down in his arms and started to trace patterns on his chest. You were at peace, warm and happy. You pulled yourself closer to Kirby, soaking in the heat his body was giving off as you continued to trace patterns on his chest. He watched you with soft eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.
Until his stomach growled, making you laugh.
“Hungry?” You asked, looking up at him.
“Just a little,” he replied, kissing your temple before rolling out of bed. He grabbed his sweats and pulled them back on before looking at you. “C’mon, let’s order dinner.”
#kirby dach#kirby dach imagine#kirby dach smut#kirby dach x reader#world juniors imagine#world juniors#wjc imagine#wjc 2021#hockey rpf#hockey imagine#hockey smut#hockey#nhl#nhl imagine#nhl smut
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windows and walls by @bitter-leaf
dylan cozens/kirby dach (sabres/hawks) | 25k | mature
Flinging open the glass doors, Kirby stops in his tracks. Because there, standing on the pavement is a familiar figure in his team tracksuit with a hand balled in hair and phone held to his ear, his lips pursed in panic. Cozens.
Cozens spins around to stare at him and something flickers over his face, something that looks to Kirby like relief. But it’s not long before his features twist in the scorn Kirby’s come to know him for and Kirby's heart kicks up, prepared for a fight.
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After missing the bus to the game, Kirby and Dylan have to drive upstate. Only, nothing goes the way Kirby expects.
rec comments: the absolute journey these two go through in this fic is incredible. the hatred between them comes through the text so well that i felt like i kind of hated both of them by the middle of this fic, especially the tension between them in the cabin. this was a pairing i had never really given much thought to but they just work well together in this fic - @pattyrosyteeks
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#dylan cozens x kirby dach#dylan cozens#kirby dach#sabres#hawks#hockey rpf#fic rec#mature#10k to 30k#jess
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Would you ever write a story about 27/77 Kirby Dach & Adam Boqvist? Literally anything, because EVERYTHING you write is incredible. With the upcoming Marnthews in your wolfverse I dunno if you feel like you'd be able to find some place for them in there, Especially since KaneToews & StromeCat are both already on the hawks & have figured out their B.S. So I feel like Dachvist would have a much easier time having that guidance and it might be harder to find drama. But anything would be great!
I love the idea of writing about the Hawks babies! I don’t feel like I have much of a sense of who they are as people, or what the dynamic would be between them -- any headcanons I can be inspired by? Anything you’d recommend I check out on them?
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back from unplanned (and uncommunicated - sorry guys!) hiatus. i'm going to spend some time cleaning everything up and catching up on tumblr, and then back to posting! i will probably make another update post to get yall excited about upcoming fics.
i cannot thank u enough for your love n support. coming back to a full inbox made my heart explode. i love yall. stay tuned my lovelies. as always, my inbox is opennnnn.
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Windows and walls
by bitter_leaf
Pairing: Dylan Cozens/Kirby Dach 🚌💓🚘
Summary: Flinging open the glass doors, Kirby stops in his tracks. Because there, standing on the pavement is a familiar figure in his team tracksuit with a hand balled in hair and phone held to his ear, his lips pursed in panic. Cozens.
Cozens spins around to stare at him and something flickers over his face, something that looks to Kirby like relief. But it’s not long before his features twist in the scorn Kirby’s come to know him for and Kirby's heart kicks up, prepared for a fight.
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After missing the bus to the game, Kirby and Dylan have to drive upstate. Only, nothing goes the way Kirby expects.
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Ryangravytrain's Fic Masterlist!!
Hello Everyone! As I continue writing and posting I wanted to make all of my fics accessible in one spot, I'll try to keep this as updated as possible!
You can go directly to my Ao3 account here: place2b
and you can find all my fics under the cut
It Started With...: For Erik, it started with Sam. 4k, Avs poly dmen featuring Sam Girard, Erik Johnson, Cale Makar, and Ryan Graves
People Watching...It's Not Stalking
The Mixed-Up Verse!
Self Care is Important
On The Mend
Once Again
A Royal Decree
Blueberry
Dance Dance
The Next Chapter
Ice Ice Baby
Moving Up
In Anothers Shoes
Take Care of Me
Hold my Hand Tightly
Tis the Season Advent Calendar
Play with Your Food
Best Friends Make the Best Boyfriends
Love Day
Confidence in Compliments
A Lesson in Love
Hiding in Plain Sight
Working it Out
The Ticking of Time
A Wolf Out of Water
A Pirates Life for Me
It's Time
Check Yes, Tim Stützle
Friends Til The End
Fic Requests
Blossoming
Drawn Together
Speak to Me
Make You Feel Wanted
Devil in the Details
We Met in November
#long post#my writing#ao3 writer#hockey rpf#f1 rpf#ryan graves#cale makar#nolan patrick#nicklas backstrom#alexander ovechkin#erik johnson#sam girard#kirby dach#adam boqvist#jonathan toews#patrick kane#mick schumacher#callum ilott#sebastian vettel#kimi raikkonen#yuki tsunoda#cole caufield#george russell#alex albon#nico hischier#nic dowd#garnet hathaway
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going into the kirby tag and sorting by recent is like playing russian roulette and the two options are “cute pink ball art” and “50k word rpf porn of chicago blackhawks player kirby dach with no readmore in sight”
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All of tilly's Hockey Drabbles
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Xd8GYn
by tillyenna
Just a junk place to shove all of my hockey drabbles.
Fics are all less than 1k words
Words: 1786, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sidney Crosby, Evgeni Malkin, Patrick Kane, Jonathan Toews, Travis Konecny, Nolan Patrick, Adam Boqvist, Kirby Dach
Relationships: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin, Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews, Travis Konecny/Nolan Patrick, Adam Boqvist/Kirby Dach
Additional Tags: Drabbles, collection, under 1k
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Anatomy of A Heart
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by GirlofIce
She said, "Are you gonna write a song about me?"
And I think that I just about threw up in my mouth
Words: 9981, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F
Characters: Jamie Drysdale, Trevor Zegras, Quinton Byfield, Alex Turcotte, Dylan Cozens, Kirby Dach, Jack Hughes (b. 2001)
Relationships: Jamie Drysdale/Trevor Zegras, Quinton Byfield/Alex Turcotte, Dylan Cozens/Kirby Dach
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rock Band, They're all lesbians, Breaking Up & Making Up, Trevor is a hot fucking mess through most of this, Turcs and Dylan share the singular brain cell, Jack gets to borrow it on weekdays, Strap-Ons
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Over The Rim of Your Coffee Cup
Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69
Tagging: @nazdaddy @jamiedrysdales @imagining-elsewhere
Relationship: Pre-Established; Kirby Dach x Reader
Summary: When you were working on your homework at Starbucks, the last thing you were expecting was a Blackhawks player to sit across from you.
Word Count: 3.1k
Warnings: Mentioned verbal harassment.
Disclaimer: The verbal harassment is actually based off personal experience so don’t come for my head. This was also written prior to Jon not playing for the season and I wasn’t going to write him out. And, as always, this takes place in a COVID free world.
Comments: This was my favourite Kirby imagine I’ve written so far so I really hope you like this one in particular!
(c) nat g. 2021 // do not repost, do not claim as your own
Kirby noticed two things when he walked into Starbucks on his way to practice. First, one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen was sitting by herself at the table in the corner, typing on her laptop. And second, that her laptop had a sticker for a team that was notthe Blackhawks.
In a hockey town like Chicago, it was brave (or stupid) to display a logo for a different team. Honestly, before he was even drafted to the Blackhawks, Kirby had heard about more than a couple cases of verbal harassment.
So, yeah, he was curious about the girl who was sitting in a Starbucks so close to the Hawks practice arena who clearly had her heart on a different team.
His eyes kept bouncing over to her while he waited in line and ordered his drink, and when it came up on the side, instead of grabbing it and leaving like he was planning to, he walked over to her table and asked if he could sit.
He always liked to leave early, but traffic wasn’t bad today so he had over a half an hour before he really had to be at the arena for practice.
“Excuse me. Can I sit here?” He asked, forcing you to look up from your laptop. He was younger than you were expecting based on how deep his voice was, somewhere around your age you would guess, even if he was super tall. You glanced around the shop to see that everywhere else was taken.
You smiled, pulling your work closer to you so he could have the other side of the table, the Blackhawks hat he was wearing not going unnoticed by you. “Of course. Don’t mind me, just working on a paper.”
The guy nodded and sat down at the table and sipped on his coffee. You held his gaze for another moment, trying to figure out who he reminded you of, but you couldn’t place him, so you shook your head and went back to work on your paper.
“Not a fan of the Hawks, eh?” He asked you after a few moments. You couldn’t help but laugh, both because he called you out and because you had a feeling that he was not from around here.
“Not my favourite, no,” you said with a laugh, saving your paper before looking across the table at him. “But I’m guessing you are.”
Kirby shrugged, “they weren’t my favourite growing up, but I’m kinda stuck with them now.” Your eyebrows twitched at his words. It was an odd thing to say. But, before you could say anything, Kirby spoke again. “Why (Favourite Team)?” He asked, referencing the sticker on your laptop.
You glanced down at it before closing your laptop, finding the conversation with him more interesting than your paper topic. “They’re fun,” you replied.
“Hey, we can be fun,” Kirby said in an offended tone.
“We?” You asked with a laugh making a soft blush appear on Kirby’s cheeks. He really wasn’t planning on outing himself if you didn’t know who he was, but it just slipped out.
Kirby cleared his throat and took the Blackhawks hat off to run his hand through his hair, a nervous habit he couldn’t seem to shake. “Uh, yeah, we,” he said.
You raised an eyebrow at him and he took a deep breath before pushing himself up so he wasn’t leaning back in the chair and extended his hand to you. “Kirby Dach, I play for the Blackhawks.”
You laughed. You didn’t want to believe him. Really, it would be a good joke for a guy to tell his friends about later. But, when he said his name, the pieces clicked together. You recognized him from the draft, and from the weekly highlight reel.
“(Y/N).” You said, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“So, would I be right to assume that you asked to sit with me because my favourite team is not the team you play for?” You asked.
Kirby chuckled but shrugged, “yeah it would be. I was curious.”
“No bruised ego?” You teased.
He shook his head. “No, never. Like I said, they weren’t my favourite team either, but here we are.”
“Here we are indeed,” you said.
Kirby’s smile softened and so did yours. The two of you kept talking and it was really nice, Kirby seemed like a really nice guy. You explained to him that your whole family were Blackhawks fans except for you and he found that funny.
Kirby kept checking the time on his watch and eventually the smile slipped from his lips. “I better get going,” he said softly and you nodded.
“It was nice to meet you,” you said with a smile.
Kirby nodded, “it was really nice talking to you.”
You expected him to get up and leave, you know, like he said he was, but he didn’t. Instead, he just sat there. You raised an eyebrow to him.
Kirby sighed and reached across the table for your notebook and pen. You looked at him confused but he was busy writing. As soon as he was done, he pushed the notebook and pen back to you and stood up. You looked down confused.
Kirby
(312)-783-1062
You looked up at him and he gave you a shy smile. “In case you’re interested in becoming a Blackhawks fan in your future.”
And just like that, Kirby picked up his drink and walked to the door, slipping out of the Starbucks to head to practice, leaving you to pick your jaw off of the floor.
You added his number to your phone and saved a picture of him from the internet to make his contact photo. You thought about him and his number throughout all of your classes that day. You didn’t text him that night, mostly because you didn’t know what to say.
You thought about texting him the next morning, but again, decided against it. You even thought about texting him before his game to wish him luck or something, but you didn’t know if that was weird.
So, instead of texting him, you made sure your homework was done so you could sit down with your parents and watch the Blackhawks game with them, playing close attention to 77 in red. And, as fate would have it, Kirby had two assists in the game to help the Hawks beat the Devils and was named the third star of the game.
You had to text him.
So, yeah, maybe your fingers shook a little as you typed the message, reading it over and over to make sure you didn’t misspell anything and that it actually sounded good before you pressed send.
I’m glad the game that I watched actually ended in a win. Good game, that second assist was really something - Y/N from Starbucks
You starred at your screen for another moment before turning your phone off and turning back to your family and joining the conversation. You knew that if Kirby answered you, it wouldn’t be for a while. Still, that didn’t help soothe your nerves.
You watched the game?Was the reply you got from him an hour later.
You made me curious, you replied, smiling at your phone.
You spent the rest of the night texting Kirby, and much of the next couple of days. He seemed really nice and chill, and, well, you would be lying if you said you weren’t feeling something for the young Blackhawks player.
It was about a week later that he asked you out and you, of course, said yes.
He asked you to be his girlfriend on the second date and everything was just amazing. Kirby was chill but fun and so sweet. And yeah, he was huge, but you felt so nice tucked into his arm or how easy it was to curl up on his chest while he played video games with the guys.
There was one small blip to the relationship, though. You didn’t tell your parents that you were dating Kirby Dach. You know, for the obvious reason, which is that they were diehard Blackhawks fans and would probably lose their shit over it.
You told them that you were seeing this guy who happened to be named Kirby.
“That’s really funny, you know, because the Hawks just drafted a guy named Kirby. Never heard that name before and now I’m hearing it twice,” your dad had said.
“Yeah,” you agreed. “Quite the coincidence.”
But, now that you had been dating Kirby for two months, you thought it was time to break the news to them. And Kirby had the excellent idea of bringing them to a Blackhawks game and bringing them down after the game with the WAGs. And you agreed to that idea, but only if the game you were going to have to sit through was the upcoming came against your favourite team.
Kirby rolled his eyes and shoved you off the couch, but agreed.
You gave your parents a week’s notice about the game so they could make sure to get the night off. When they questioned how you got the seats to the game, you simply brushed it off with “they’re Kirby’s seats but something came up and he couldn’t go, so he gave them to me so they wouldn’t go to waste.”
And that was a good enough excuse for them.
When game day rolled around and Kirby was nervous. He was always a little nervous on game days, always a little more nervous when it was a home game because he knew the arena would be packed. But he was more nervous because this was your favourite team, he knew that you were going to be in the building watching, and because he was going to meet your parents afterwards.
You got ready for the game, sure to text Kirby your routine “you’re going to do great!”text, even if he was playing your favourite team.
You wore the jersey of your favourite player on your favourite team to the game while your parents wore their Blackhawks jerseys, your mom in her treasured Jonathan Toews jersey, and you were sure to sit between them for safety reasons. It wouldn’t be the first time you were verbally harassed at the UC.
The game was intense and you found yourself on the edge of your seat whenever Kirby hopped over the boards. And when he scored late in the third, you joined your parents on your feet, cheering as hard as you could, smiling when the close up of the celebration was shown on the jumbotron.
Your dad gave you a side glance that had you ducking your head, but he didn’t say anything.
Kirby’s goal ended up being the game winner which earned him the first star of the game.
With the game over, your parents were ready to leave, but you insisted on staying to watch Kirby’s first star interview, not being able to hide your smile.
Your phone vibrated in your pocket, but you didn’t bother checking it until after Kirby’s interview was over and he headed down the tunnel to the locker room.
“Just a minute,” you told your parents, pulling your phone to see a text from an unknown number.
Hey, it’s Tayler, Dylan Strome’s girlfriend. Dylan told me what section you were in and that you and your parents were coming down for Kirby. Navigating the UC came be difficult, so I just wanted to let you know that I’m outside of your section and can’t wait to meet you!
You smiled at your phone and typed back a quick reply. Thank you so much! I’ll be right out. I can’t wait to meet you!
Your parents followed you out of the section and you kept your eyes peeled for Tayler, who you only recognized because of your light Instagram stalking you did after you started dating Kirby.
“Tayler?” You asked, walking up to her.
“Y/N?” She asked back with a smile and you nodded.
She laughed and pulled you in for an unexpected hug that had your parents sharing a confused look, but not nearly as confused as Tayler’s look when she realized what jersey you’re wearing.
“I don’t know if you’re brave or dumb,” she laughed, nodding her head in the direction you would be heading. You told your parents to follow before answering her.
“Probably dumb,” you laughed. “I told him I’d wear his jersey if they were playing any other team, but these guys are my favourite.”
“For now,” Tayler teased.
You nodded, still laughing. “Yeah, for now…”
Your parents kept asking you where you were taking them, but you kept brushing them off, biting your lip to contain your smile and because you were nervous.
You and Tayler engaged in some small talk as she led you through the UC, you carefully taking notes so you could do this on your own in case you had to.
When you got to the outside of the players’ locker room, Tayler gave you a hug and went to hang out with the other WAGs who were at the game, not that there were many. Your parents gave you an expectant look, knowing exactly where they were.
You glanced at the door before turning back to them. “Remember how I said the guy I was seeing was named Kirby?”
Your mom nodded and your dad gave you an unimpressed look that had you ducking your head. “Yeah, dad, there really wasn’t a coincidence,” you said, referencing what he had said when he found out your boyfriend’s name.
“Seriously?!” Your mom whispered shouted.
You nodded your head, and you did your best to answer their bombardment of questions while you waited for the guys to come out the locker room.
When the door finally opened, you turned from them, your heart picking up as waited for Kirby.
Jon was one of the first players out of the locker room and he gave Lindsey a quick kiss before coming over to you and your parents. “Kirby will be right out,” he told you, patting your shoulder before turning to your parents with a smile, his eyes landing on the ‘C’ on your mom’s chest.
“Nice jersey,” he said with a smirk, extending his hand to her, which she shook with a nervous smile. Jon turned his attention back to you with a scoff and a shove. “You on the other hand, not so much.” You rolled your eyes at him, but before you could say anything, he kept talking, “I thought Kirbs got you a jersey? I told that kid—"
“He did,” you told him making him raise an eyebrow at you. “Doesn’t change the fact that you guys aren’t my favourite team.”
Jon scoffed again and gave you a playful shrug, before glancing back at the locker room to see that Kirby still hasn’t come out. “I’m going to go find the kid and a sharpie,” he told you before turning back to the locker room, mumbling about your jersey.
“That was Jonathan Toews,” your mom said in disbelief.
“It was,” you laughed.
It was only a few moments later that Kirby came up behind you, his hand softly touching the small of your back. You looked up at the touch, smiling when you realized it was him. He was dressed in his game suit and even had redone his tie. “Hey,” you said to him.
“Hi,” he smiled before turning to your parents and extending his hand to them. “I’m Kirby, it’s nice to meet you both.”
Both your parents shook his hand and complimented him on the game and the goal. But no one had the chance to say much else since Jon had come back with his sharpie in hand. He asked to sign your mom’s jersey and of course she said yes. He shot Kirby a wink over your mom’s shoulder that had him restraining an eye roll.
“Are you done?” He asked Jon when he capped his sharpie.
“Yeah, I think so,” Jon replied, giving Kirby a pat on the shoulder before walking back over to Lindsey and taking her hand so they could leave, Lindsey shaking her head the whole time over her boyfriend.
You watched as some of the others started to leave as well, Tayler taking Dylan’s hand and starting down the hall, but not before waving to you. You waved back with a smile before turning back to Kirby and your parents.
“I’m not going to lie, I wish you had done something normal and just brought him home for dinner,” your mom laughed.
You apologized but before you could say anything, Kirby spoke, “I would love to come to dinner whenever I’m in town and sit down with both of you and get to know you and so you can get to know me.”
You looked up at him before back to your mom, her smile softening. “I think that sounds nice. Do you have any free nights next week?”
He thought about it for a moment, “I do. Monday and Thursday.”
Your mom nodded. “Okay, Monday then.”
Kirby smiled, “I can’t wait.”
You bit back a ‘yes you can’ because you had a feeling that your parents were going to grill him, but you smiled. A moment later you said, “okay, should we get going?”
“Yeah,” your dad agreed before looking to Kirby. “How do we get to the side lot from here?”
Kirby chuckled, “how about we just go to the garage and I’ll drive you over so you don’t get lost.”
Your parents agreed and you took Kirby’s hand as the four of you started to walk towards the garage. He smiled down at you and you couldn’t help but lean into him just a bit more.
“I’ll get you into Blackhawks merch one day,” he said, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
You pulled your hand from his so you could lean into him, wrapping your arm around his middle. “We’ll see,” you laughed.
Kirby laughed too, running his hand down your back, subconsciously tracing the number that was not 77 on your back.
Behind you, your parents shared a knowing look.
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