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One Shots

Yes, Dear



“Duncan! God fucking damn it.”

Kelsey went storming into the living room from the kitchen and stood with hands on hips, staring hard at Duncan.

He didn’t even look up from his video game; his voice was calm, unbothered. “What’s up, babe?”

“I asked you to take the trash out about seventeen times, that’s what’s up.”

“Ugh…yeah, I forgot. I’ll get to it.”

Kelsey wanted to rip the controller from his hands and possibly beat him about the head with it. Instead she just kept talking. “Honestly, I don’t know how you can say you forgot. You’ve been sitting on the couch for the last three days doing nothing but this.”

He spared her a quick glance with just his eyes and then they were back on the television. “Come on, babe. You know I’m still bummed about the season ending the way it did.”

“Duncan…” She paused, trying so hard not to scream at him. “I love you, but the season for you ended three weeks ago. You need to move on and get your ass off the couch and take out the fucking trash!”

Okay, so she ended up yelling anyway. Duncan just sighed and kept up his game. Now she really wanted to smack him. Instead, she threw her hands up. “Fine, you know what, fuck you. I’ll do it. Just like I have to do every other fucking thing around this fucking house, you son of a fucking bitch!”

Stomping back into the kitchen, she started pulling the garbage bag from its plastic can, struggling to smoosh it down since it was overflowing. Honestly, it wasn’t about the trash, it the principle of the matter. How dare he sit around here all day doing less than nothing while she still went to work and then had to come home and cook dinner since he was useless in the kitchen. She was always willing to allow him a few days, maybe a week to sulk about being ousted from the playoffs, but this had gone on long enough. She was going to take the trash out and then she was give him another piece of her mind.

She felt the floor shake when he came plodding into the kitchen with a scowl on his face. “I hope you’re fucking happy, because I’m sure not.”

“Fuck off, Duncan.”

He tried to take the now closed bag of trash from her, but she held tight. “Give me the trash, Kelsey. You got me up, I’ll take it out.”

She yanked back on it. “I’m already doing it, just go back to the couch where you belong, you lazy shit.”

He pulled back on it again, but she still didn’t let go. “I’m not doing this with you. Give me the trash!”

“No! I’ll do it.”

“Kelsey! Goddamn it, let go!”

“You let go!”

Their tug of war was now accentuated by both of them grunting. When the top of the bag ripped and sent a week’s worth of filth onto the floor, both of them dropped whatever piece of the bag they were holding and stared at the mess.

Duncan wanted to laugh so badly. It was just too ridiculous. When he looked up, Kelsey had a hand over her mouth, but he could see the smile on the rest of her face. When their eyes met, they both lost it. Duncan’s laugh came out like a snort and then a deep chuckle. Kelsey’s was a shout, followed by wheezing as she bent over and tried to breath through it.

When one of their dogs came nosing his way in and then rooting around in the dinner leftovers now decorating the floor, the two of them laughed even harder.

“Hey, come here.” Duncan pulled her in for a hug and she looked up at him, still giggling. “I’m sorry, babe. I know I’ve been a lazy shit lately.”

Kelsey slipped her hands under his shirt and squeezed his toned sides affectionately. “I’m sorry, too, for yelling. Work has been so crazy lately that I just saw the trash and lost it.”

“I know. Give me a kiss.”

Still smiling, she came up on her tiptoes and kissed him. In addition to his laziness about chores, he had also been neglecting her in the bedroom, which he knew was a mistake. Kelsey without sex is a cranky creature indeed. He needed to remedy this as well.

She was the one who deepened the kiss, using her tongue to massage his and then moaning around it when it found its way into her mouth. Duncan used both hands on her neck to pull her closer and worked harder to turn her on with just his mouth on hers.

His beard was scratchy on her chin, his hands warm and strong and familiar, his body nice and solid against hers. She was ready to go in no time. Duncan knew it, too, pushing her back through the kitchen doorway towards the dining room that fronted the living room.

Her ass hit the table and she jumped up on it while lifting her arms so he could remove her shirt. After ripping his shirt off as well, his mouth was back on hers, kissing and licking with passion. Her hands found the band of his athletic pants and pushed their way in.

His cock was nearly fully hard already and she stroked him with both hands to finish the job. His groan against her lips was deep and needy.

She panted out his name. “Duncan…fuck me. Jesus Christ, please, fuck me.”

He huffed out a laugh and said, “Love to, babe.”

He shoved his pants down, kissing her again. Kelsey wiggled out of her shorts and they hit the floor. He pushed her back further onto the table and then knelt on the thing to get on top of her. The solid oak surface gave a loud creak and they both paused.

When their eyes met, both sets were wide and they started laughing again. Duncan shrugged. “So far so good.”

Smiling lips met again and he settled between her thighs, pressing his fat cock into her until she was stuffed full.

“Ugh, God! Fuck, that feels good.”

“We haven’t done this in a while. I’m sorry about that, too.”

“You should be.” Her smile was sweet and he returned it as he started to fuck her, rocking the table as he went.

“Mmm, oh, baby. Duncan…God, I needed this.”

Her hands found his wide shoulders and she rubbed her palms on his hard, rounded curves there. He was made of soft skin over hard muscles and she loved every inch of him, especially the many inches of his currently stimulating every nerve in her pussy.

The table was hard and unforgiving against her back, but so too was Duncan above and inside her. Trapped between him and the table, she clung to him, stroked his biceps that flexed to show off his years of hard work.

“You’re so beautiful, Duncan.”

His smiled was teasing. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black, babe.”

Her fingers found his wild locks and tamed them slightly, pushing them back from his forehead and then tugging the ends. Duncan moaned in response and bend his head a little further, an invitation.

Kelsey sat up and Duncan’s hands came to her back to support her as he continued to press in deep and hard. Her hands now focused all their energy on his hair, those soft curls that felt like silk. She combed her fingers through the now sweaty lot of them and then pulled on the ends as she moaned.

He groaned louder, bending to bite her shoulder and neck. “Harder.”

“Make me come first.”

He snarled, “Difficult damn woman.”

Kelsey giggled until he pulled out and then she just gasped. Duncan shifted off the table making it shake underneath her body. He pulled out a chair and as he sat he grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer, bringing the tablecloth under her ass along with.

Her hips on the edge on the table, Duncan’s mouth came down almost harshly on her pussy. The whimper that came from her couldn’t have been stopped.

“Damn, Duncan. I didn’t…Jesus…bless you.”

His tongue probed her entrance and then wiggled in. His thumb found her clit as his other arm draped across her stomach to hold her down. Kesley was close and getting closer. Her fingers sought out his hair and then fisted tightly when they found it.

He groaned against her. “Yes, babe, just like that.”

Holding strong, she didn’t guide him, but rather held on as he worked his magic. His beard pricked her pussy and that was sexy as hell. The hair, his beard, his tongue, Kelsey fell, coming hard and jerking her hips up to meet his mouth. She tugged his hair so hard she thought might rip a chunk out, but he only moaned deeply as he licked her through the orgasm and then climbed back onto the table with a smile on his face.

He kissed her roughly and then flipped them so he was on his back and she straddled his hips. When she came up on her knees, he guided her pussy back down onto his cock and watched her mouth hang open.

“Fuck me until we break this goddamn table.”

Kelsey laughed, but started to ride him, biting her lip and grinning down at him. “You never liked this thing.”

“Fucking hate it. It’s a crime against good taste.”

This table in question was slightly ugly, big, bulky, and a family heirloom that Kelsey had brought with her when she moved in. It was also chewed half to death by their three dogs, which only increased its charm to Kelsey and annoyed Duncan to no end. He would have prefered a modern glass top with simple chairs to match. Although, this one did seem to be good for one thing.

“It is great for fucking, you have to admit.”

Duncan smiled in agreement and groped her body with his big hands. “True…that is true.”

Just as he said that, the surface underneath them groaned as if it disagreed. Giggles were threatening from them both again when the table creaked loudly.

“Duncan…maybe we should stop.”

“Not a chance. We’re finishing this here, on the table or the floor, it’s the table’s choice.”

Now she did laugh, but also bent down so she could thrust her hips back harder against him, which only drew more sounds from Duncan and the table.

“Was this your plan along? To wreck my lovely table?”

“Lovely? Fuck, this thing is terrible. I only put up with it because I love you.”

“Ugh, Duncan. I love you. I do, so much. Are you close?”

“Yeah, babe. Sit up.”

She did as he asked, leaning back and gyrating her hips to work them to completion. His thumb was back on her clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Fuck…don’t stop.”

“You don’t stop. Fuck me just like that. Perfect.”

Her thrusts were frantic, his thumb relentless, the table groaning in pain underneath them and shaking like it was liable to break at any moment.

Kelsey came, her pussy sucking and pulling at his cock and making him release with a shout, his hands digging into her hips.

“Oh, God! Duncan…” She laid down next to him on the table, figuring it had come this far already.

Duncan got his breath back and patted her thigh. “You’re welcome.”

Kelsey smacked his chest with the back of her hand. “You are welcome, buddy.”

“Mmm, you’re right. Thank you.” He rolled to kiss her shoulder and then cupped her jaw to tilt her head so he could kiss her mouth.

“You also still need to clean the kitchen, you know that right?”

Duncan sighed and gave her one last kiss. “Yes, dear. I know.”

Notes

Funny story, one time my partner and I fucked on the table he had inherited. We ended up breaking it and then we had to explain to his mother why we no longer had the damn thing...Anyway, that was where I got the inspo for this story. I hope you get a laugh out of that, because we still do.

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