Warnings: Unprotected sex, public sex.

Word Count: 2K

Requested: Yes.

"Just shoot the damn puck, y/n!" Marc-André yells at you. "Hell no, Flower, I'm having way too much fun over here," you yell back. You try not to burst out laughing, but it's almost a lost cause. Marc-André is giving you some one-on-one training, but it's quite difficult with him being the goalie and the teacher. You're not playing fair either, you're having way too much fun annoying him. You're trying to distract the goalie, in the hope that it gives you a chance to shoot the puck in the back of the net. But Flower has you all figured out, he has been a goalie for so long, there is no way you're going to distract him that easily. You won't give up that easy either, so you keep trying to shoot the puck into the net, you try every possible trick you've got up your sleeve, every single one, but Flower is just too good.

You take off your gloves and sigh. "I'm done, I'm done! This is no fun," you whine at him, pouting your bottom lip. Marc-André, who follows your example and takes off his gloves too, chuckles, grabbing your bottom lip between his fingers. "You're adorable." You shake your head at him, after he lets go of your lip. "How about we just shoot around for fun?" he offers instead. You shrug, before looking up at him with a smile. "I would love that."

Another hour passes, before you're both beat. There's no one else around the rink anymore, the lesson took way too much time. But you both had fun, which is more important. You had the most fun, at the end you beat Flower. You're not really sure how you beat him, but you did. "I beat your ass, old man," you tell him enthusiastically, pumping your fists into the air.

He loves your enthusiasm, but honestly, he loves everything about you. You don't know that, he never had the courage to actually tell you that. He's too afraid to ruin the friendship. You're so much younger than him, he has no idea how you feel about that. You flirt with him, he flirts with you, but that's all that ever happens. Just flirting. He smiles at you, but slowly his smile turns into a frown. Your comments hit a bit too close to home, do you really think he's that old? He ponders over your comment, starting to get lost in his own thoughts.

You grab his wrist, making his eyes shoot up to yours. "Are you okay? You seem a bit lost," you ask him, concern lacing your voice. He shakes his head, clearing up the mess inside of his head. "Of course, y/n. Don't worry about it," Marc-André gives you a wink and a small smile. You aren't completely convinced, but you let it slide for now. Instead of questioning him further, you decide to pull him into a hug, surprising him.

You try to pull away from him, but the goalie isn't having any of that. "Nope, not yet," he says, while tightening his arms around you. You laugh at him, starting to twist around in his arms. Marc-André laughs with you, trying to keep his balance, with you twisting and turning in his arms. It doesn't take long before he loses his balance, hitting the ice with you on top of him. Mouths agape, eyes locked on each other. You want to lean in and finally kiss him, you've wanted to do that for so long. You're pretty sure Marc-André likes you, why else would he always flirt back? But he never does anything more, so maybe he doesn't like you the way that you like him? It's frustrating, this is frustrating. You should kiss him, but instead of kissing him you climb off him, offering him your hand. "I'm sorry," you whisper to him. Marc-André looks as flustered as you feel. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.

After you help him upright again, you make your way over to the locker room. The locker rooms are shared here, so you have no other option than following Flower inside. Both of you take off your gear in silence. The air is heavy around you. You hate it, you hate the fact that you didn't kiss him when you had the chance. Why didn't you kiss him? You feel so stupid.

You look around the room, until your eyes fall on him. He's just in his underwear now. Elbows on his knees, hands locked behind his head. He seems once again lost in thoughts. You take a deep breath; this needs to end now. You need to man up and act on your feelings. You forget the fact that you're also just in your underwear now. "Fuck it," you whisper to yourself, it's now or never. You make your way over to him, legs shaking, heart beating so fast.

You slide your hands over his, before pulling them off his head. Marc-André slowly lifts his head, you hear his breathing hitch when he notices you're this close to him, in just your underwear. You let one of his hands go, so you can grab his jaw. Before he can respond, you press your lips against his. It takes him a few seconds to respond to your kiss, he almost can't believe that this is really happening. He grabs the back of your head so he can deepen the kiss. His other hand snakes around your waist, pulling you onto his lap. With one hand still on his jaw, your other hand lands on the back of his neck, pulling him even closer. The kiss turns hotter and heavier, both of you battling for dominance with your tongues. In desperate need for some air, you break the kiss. Marc-André moves his lips towards your neck, leaving wet kisses as he goes.

Your breathing turns shallow, you feel yourself growing wetter, with every kiss he leaves on your body. You gasp at the feeling of Marc-André's growing length against your core. Grinding your hips against his length, making him moan against your neck. "Fuck, y/n. You have no idea how hard you make me." Claiming his lips once again with yours, you slide your hand down his chest and over his rock-hard length. "I have an idea.." you trail off, while giving his cock a squeeze through his underwear. Grunting, he stands up, with you still in his arms. He lowers you down onto the bench he was previously sitting on. His hand goes behind your back, playing with the clip of your bra. "You sure about this, y/n?" he mutters against your lips. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," you breath out. Marc-André wastes no more time, unclipping your bra and throwing it over his shoulder. His hands go to your breasts, playing with the soft flesh, pinching your hard nipples.

You're a moaning mess when his lips close around one of your nipples, sucking it softly. You grasp the back of his neck, tugging him back up your body. "I need you, I need you so much," you tell him, your hand sliding inside his underwear, taking his hard cock out. You try to push his underwear down further, but due to your height difference, it's not working the way you want it to. You give Marc-André a goofy, innocent smile. "A little help, please?" you ask him. He chuckles, before standing up and sliding down his underwear. You glance up at him, in all his naked glory, while tugging down your own panties.

You spread your legs for him, allowing him to see just how wet you are for him. Cursing under his breath, Marc-André looks at you, all flustered, all hot and wet, just for him. He takes his cock into his big hand, stroking it up and down. You're focused on the way his hand moves his cock; it's hypnotizing. You want to wrap your lips around him, you want to taste his salty release, but right now you want to feel him inside of you. Marc-André takes the initiative, bracing one knee on the bench, his other foot still on the ground. His cock brushes past your folds. "Fuck, condom," he breaths out. "I'm clean and on the pill," you tell him. He nods at you, it's all he needs to hear. Slowly he guides his cock inside of you, making sure you have time to get used to his length.

One hand interlocked with his above your head, your other hand on his back, you give yourself over to everything Marc-André makes you feel. He picks up his pace, one hand on your hip, keeping you close to him while he thrusts inside of you. Lips locked on each other, tongues no longer fighting for dominance, but just enjoying the feeling. "You feel so good, fuck, y/n," he grunts against your ear, after he breaks the kiss. Your legs wrapped around his hips, allowing him to go even deeper inside you. You moan at the sensation of him just hitting the right spot inside you, nails scratching his back.

Marc-André lets go of your hand, straightening his back. Both his hands go to your hips, picking up the pace once again, using his hand to move you against him in the same rhythm. Your hands go to your breast, pinching your nipples. You're so close, you can feel the knot in your stomach tighten with every thrust Marc-André gives. "Fuck, that's so hot," he moans out, while looking at your hands pinching your nipples. "I'm so close, I'm so close." Your words sound foreign to you, your mind feels disconnected from your body. With one last deep thrust, you shatter around him, back arching off the bench, eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

Marc-André's grip on your hips tighten, thrusts turning sloppier, until he explodes inside of you. "Fuuuck, y/n," he groans out, while collapsing on top of you. His head in the crook of your neck, your fingers brushing through his hair. "That was..." he starts. "Fucking amazing," you finish. He lifts his head so he can look you into your eyes. "Couldn't agree more," he says, while pecking your lips.

"I've liked you for a long, long time, Flower," you tell him, tracing his jaw with your fingertips. He grabs your fingers, bringing them to his mouth, kissing each one of them. "I wish I knew that before, y/n, I'm glad one of us had the balls to do something about it." You chuckle at his answer, claiming his lips in another passionate kiss. "Let's go shower, love, before anyone catches us here," Marc-André laughs, while pulling you onto your feet. "Excellent idea." You shake your head at him, before joining him for a quick shower. 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Some Flower love for you! Freddie_Flower3129

Anyone else who has some requests? I'm almost done with all of them, haha.