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One Shots

Banana, Coffee, Smile



Some days, Dylan Larkin felt like he saw Saoirse more than he saw his teammates. His neighbor, the tall brunette who lived in the apartment adjacent to his, seemed to always be around whenever he was. He met her one morning in the hallway, a banana in one hand, a tumbler full of coffee in the other. Her smile was genuine, her blue eyes bright and chipper. They said hello, exchanged names in a purely friendly way, and said goodbye in the lobby. He never expected to see much of her, because who knows their neighbors nowadays?

But then, the next morning on his way to practice, there she was again: banana, coffee, smile. The morning after, when he left for his run at around the same time, they met at the elevators: banana, coffee, smile. He went on the road for a few days and when he came back, on his way to morning skate the next day, there she was: banana, coffee, smile.

That weekend, he decided to do his laundry in the building’s machines in the basement like a responsible adult, as opposed to taking it to his parent’s house. And there she was, sitting on top of a machine, paging through a magazine, looking up at him, and her smile was the same. A week later, as an experiment, he went to use the machines on Saturday instead of Sunday, but he still found her there, sorting her clothes by colors, seeming to taunt him by flashing her panties around the room without a care in the world.

She was sometimes in the common room late at night when he came home from games, curled up on the couch watching infomercials, smiling at over her shoulder at him. “I can’t sleep,” she would mutter. He would sit with her at the other end of the couch until her eyes drifted shut. He’d touch her arm and take her back upstairs, leaving her at her door as he went to his own.

She was there at the building’s annual Christmas party, a pair of felt antlers attached to her head and a carol falling from her lips along with a laugh. She had made fruit cake, which no one liked, so he ate a piece just to make sure she didn’t feel bad about herself. The smile she gave him was worth they taste of overcooked candied fruit and nuts.

She was there at the mailboxes in the evening, asking about his day, mentioning the game from the night before. She didn’t know much about hockey, but she always knew the score and if he had earned any points. He thought maybe she was following the Red Wings because of him, but he could never really be sure. The woman was stubbornly hard to get a read on.

She was there on New Year’s Eve, smoking a cigarette outside alone when he came home from a party. She asked where his date was and he told her she’d gotten too drunk so he put her in a cab. Saoirse nodded as if that pleased her and offered him a drink. In her apartment, laid out identical to his, but with more brightly colored furniture, they toasted to the New Year and then they both went to bed alone.

She was at his door, a few weeks later, a bottle of champagne in her hands, offering her congratulations on his being named an All Star. They sat on his couch, drinking straight from the bottle and giggling over nothing. A little while later, she got up to leave, but then, a tug on her wrist and she was in his arms, finally. He had no idea what the hell he was doing.

“Saoirse…”

The champagne bubbles had gone straight to her head, but she tried to focus. “Yeah?”

There were a thousand things he wanted to say, a million questions. He saw this woman nearly everyday, but knew so little about her. He did know this, he wanted her and badly. From the swell of her chest from her breathing, he figured she might want him to. He eyed up her gloriously plush mouth and licked his lips.

Saoirse felt the full force of the glare from those beautiful eyes. His curls were getting longer, falling across his forehead. His body was closer to hers than it had ever been and for the first time she felt the natural heat his muscular frame radiated. She let out a quick breath. “Dylan -”

He didn’t even know if he was agreeing to the right thing, but he interrupted with a quick, “Yeah.”

He kissed her with a bit of aggressive tentativeness, because even as his tongue stroked against hers, she felt him holding back. She nipped at his bottom lip and then licked across the seam of his mouth before pulling away and smiling.

“It’s about goddamn time.”

“You’re telling me. You could have said something.”

She wanted to snap back that he could have said something. That she had been trying to trying to tell him for weeks that he was gorgeous and funny and probably the sexiest man she’d met in a long time. Instead, his mouth covered hers, silencing any retort she could have uttered. So grateful to finally feel him against her, she let him have his way.

There was an air of desperation to their kiss, neediness on both sides that was overwhelming. Saoirse made the first move, reaching for his belt, moaning at the sound of the metal unbuckling and the promise of what was underneath all that annoying clothing.

That was all Dylan needed to spur him into action. He grabbed her hips with both hands before yanking off her t-shirt. His followed and then the jeans had to go, joining the pile of clothing on his living room floor. She stood before him in a cute little balconette bra, yellow, with matching lacy panties. His heart might have stopped for a brief moment.

Then, a sly smirk spread across his face. “How long have you been wearing sexy lingerie in the hopes that I’d be taking your clothes off?”

She was caught red handed, so she just smiled back at him and ran a hand down the side of her body as he watched. “I don’t know. How long have you been jerking off while thinking about what sort of panties I was wearing when we ran into each other?”

He laughed heartily and shoved down his pants and boxers. “Long enough.”

Saoirse knew her breath hitched in her chest when she got a good look at him, naked and hard. “You are…beautiful, Dylan.”

His answer was another kiss, firm and confident. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding his body close to hers so she could feel his cock twitch against her stomach. Teasingly, he drummed his fingers down the soft skin of her sides, barely grazing the top curve of her ass when he got that low.

Saoirse arched her back, lifting her backside to meet his hands. Still, his fingers just danced along her hips, tempting her, building the arousal that already had her wanton and desperate for him.

His mouth moved lower, licking along her collarbones as he hands rose up, cupping the bottoms of her breasts and pushing them towards his mouth. His lips delicately tended to the swell of her cleavage, kissing along the sensitive skin that blushed under the heat of his breath.

Saoirse’s hands stroked the back of his head. “Dylan…that’s lovely.”

He cupped her jaw with both hands and tilted her head back to meet his gaze. “You’re lovely, Saoirse.”

He caught her blushing for a second before her head dipped, freeing herself of his hold as she clung to him and applied her mouth to his neck. His skin there was pulled tight, like a drum and she could barely pull a sliver of into her mouth to suck on. Instead, she pressed open-mouthed kisses along the bulging vein there and appreciated his panting breath in her ear.

While she was doing that, he wrapped her up in his arms, half dragging her along towards his bedroom. Once there, he didn't want her to stop, so he crawled on top of her body when they hit the bed and inclined his head, opening more of his neck up to her affections.

He tasted like sweat and the saltiness just made her thirsty for more. She could feel his exposed cock rub against her lace covered pussy and she whimpered against his pulse point.

“Dylan…” She couldn’t finish her thought, but just reached down to get her hands on him for the first time. Beautifully hard and warm in her palm, she squeezed him gently as their bodies writhed against the other, both anxious for what was to come.

He returned his mouth to hers as she pulled at his cock, pressing up on his hands and flexing those gorgeous arms of his. He increased the intensity of the kiss until he could feel her shortness of breath under his lips. Then he pulled back, his voice quiet and sexy. “Get on your side.”

He shifted behind her and she did as he asked, rolling to rest on one side of her body. He released the clasp of her bra and she pulled it off, flinging it off the bed. With a hand on her hip, Dylan inched closer until his cock was pressed against her ass. There, his mouth got to know her body, starting at her shoulder.

Saoirse moaned softly, stretching both of her arms out in front of her as he worked his way along her skin. His mouth landed somewhere around her neck when the hand on her hip started to move up, caressing her abs, before cupping a breast, and then eventually his fingers were dragging along her arm until he reached her palm.

She felt his tongue around her ear, his body hot and hard against hers, his fingers tracing circles on her palms. She couldn’t help it, her body was jutting backwards, arching to reach more of him, to get just a little closer. Her eyes were closed in pleasure.

He knew she needed more, but she was really just so perfect, all he wanted to do was touch her skin for hours and listen to the quiet noises she made in response. Then again, his cock was clearly on her side of things, throbbing and desperate for relief.

Dylan moved his mouth to the back of her neck, flipping her hair upwards to expose the skin and then stroking his fingers back down her body until they found her hip again. He pushed down the thin band of lace over her curvy hip just enough to expose her round ass. Saoirse experienced the lusciousness of his cock against the soft skin of her backside and it made her breathe out his name like a plea.

With her panties bunching under her ass, he laid his palm flat against her lower back and slowly progressed downwards, feeling the perfect swell of her until his fingertips hit that warm, moist spot between her thighs.

Now, she shouted his name, letting him sink two fingers into her pussy as she bent the knee of her top leg to open up for him. Dylan was lost already, just using his hand, so he could only imagine how he was going to feel when his cock found it’s way to her center. She was positively primed and ready for him and he decided they had both waited long enough.

He freed his hand, shoved her panties down a little more until she reach down to yank them off. He pushed at her top leg, bending it once more until the side of her knee rested on the mattress and she was in the perfect position.

As he forced an arm under her neck and draped the other over her body, his hips surged until he could go no further.

“Jesus, Dylan!”

“Fuck, Saoirse. You feel so good.”

His hand found hers and he clasped their palms together as she then laid her other hand on top of his. His nose burrowed into the curve of her neck and he started to move. Their bodies fell into the same rhythm, working together toward their mutual goal. His whole torso undulated divinely so that she felt his hard body against her back in waves.

Saoirse popped her hips back, changing the angle so he could get even deeper. Her knee bent further until it nearly hit her chest and still she wanted to spread wider for him. She wanted to feel every inch.

Dylan kept up their even pace, letting his cock do its work as he concentrated on the rest of her body. Grabbing her hand, he pressed it against her breast, his overlaid as they fondled it together. His arm under her neck scooted down, cupping her other breast as they worked in tandem. He went back to kissing her neck, returning to her shoulder occasionally as well.

It was all he could do not to let go and come immediately. The sweet warmth of her core and the feel of her body was overwhelming and so damn good. He focused on the details of her to keep himself steady: counted her breaths, tracked the movement of her hips bucking against his, kept his mouth distracted with the taste of her skin.

Saoirse was ready to go the minute his cock as pressed inside her. The tightness of her muscles, the strain of waiting for release made her ache. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She took his hand and guided it down to her pussy so he could find her clit with those long fingers.

He chuckled against her ear and just before he would have hit her sweet spot, he pulled back. Instead, he grabbed her hand and pressed it down until it was lost in her folds and she could do as she pleased there. Dylan then returned his own palm to her breast, massaging the flesh roughly to her body as he felt her begin to tighten around his cock.

“Saoirse…sweet darling.”

“Oh my God. Oh, God. God, yes. My fucking God. Dylan!”

As she started to come, he pushed her hip until her center was flat against the mattress. Coming up to straddle her thighs he let her fingers stay trapped under her body and against her clit as he pumped his cock deeply inside her, releasing only when he felt her pussy loosening around him, her orgasm completed.

She went limp after she freed her arm and laid there in a daze. Dylan took his place alongside her, excited to go back to just touching her gently, running his finger up and down her now sweaty back. She turned her head towards him and winked before she drifted off to sleep under his watchful eye.

When he woke the next morning, he was alone in bed, but he heard her in the kitchen. When he rounded the corner, there she was, banana in one hand, coffee in the other, smile plastered to her face.

Notes

Full disclosure, Henrik Zetterberg is now on my personal requests list because you guys got me feeling some kind of way about these Red Wings and their Captain is just too dreamy for words...

Comments

So it would be nice to have a sequel to this!

Polarvortex Polarvortex
10/8/20

If you decide to do these again, can you have a Braden Holtby story? Name: Kelly, Premise is that she gives him an X-rated surprise when he gets home from winning the cup in Vegas. Rough and filthy please!

hockeyyy hockeyyy
6/12/18

Can you write a chapter with John Tortorella and any player

Lmarina2000 Lmarina2000
4/11/18

damn that was hot

TangersGirl58 TangersGirl58
7/28/17

if you are still doing requests

Kris Letang Pittsburgh Penguins to this song http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/elliegoulding/lovemelikeyoudo.html

Thanks

TangersGirl58 TangersGirl58
7/28/17