One Shots

Being neighbors with Johnny Gaudreau was like having to deal with an overexcited, hyperactive puppy on a daily basis. Morning, evening, night, he’d be knocking on Mairead’s door, sometimes hunting for food (since his fridge was perpetually understocked) and sometimes out of loneliness or boredom.

After the most recent time he decided to show up at 3 a.m., she finally gave him his own set of keys because she’d be damned if she had to leave her bed at that ungodly hour one more time. This, of course, meant that he had a tendency to hang out in her apartment even when she wasn’t home. So it came as no surprise to Mairead when she returned from the grocery store one afternoon to find Johnny sprawled out on her couch, reading a magazine.

“Mairead, is it true that over 26% of women fake orgasms every time they have sex?” he asked before she could even fully shut the door behind her, not even lifting his eyes from the page.

The blonde nearly dropped all the bags she was carrying out of shock. “Johnny, what are you even reading?”

He glanced at the magazine’s cover. “The latest issue of Cosmopolitan. It had some section on sex secrets women never tell their partners, so I figured I’d learn something.”

Gently placing her groceries in the foyer, Mairead marched over, yanking the magazine from his grasp. “Where did you even get this? I haven’t seen it yet, which means….” She paused, the realization hitting her. “Johnny, did you go through my mail?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, yeah, but it looked like you hadn’t check your mailbox in a few days so I did you a favor. Also, you have a cable bill that’s due soon; I put it on the coffee table.” Grabbing the magazine back from Mairead, whose expression was a combination of disbelief and fury, Johnny flipped back to the section he was looking at. “So anyways, have you ever faked an orgasm?”

Mairead huffed angrily, snatching her cable bill from the tabletop and pretending she didn’t hear the question.

“I’ll take your non-response as a yes, then,” Johnny said.

“For fuck’s sake, would you leave it alone, Johnny?” she snapped, livid.

“So how many times have you faked it? And with how many guys?” he continued on, completely oblivious to the murderous thoughts growing in his friend’s mind.

“Just like my mail, that is absolutely none of your goddamn business,” she replied through clenched teeth.

Johnny looked at the open page of the magazine and then up at Mairead, a cheeky grin growing on his boyish features. “You’re part of that 26%, aren’t you?”

She gritted her teeth as she stood in front of him, hands on her hips. “You are literally the last person in the world I want to talk to about this, but if you’re not going to let it go, then we might as well get this over with. Yes, I do fake orgasms every time I have sex and, yes, before you ask, I have had an orgasm before. And with that, I’m not saying any more on this subject.” Mairead pulled the magazine out of his hands and practically hurled it across the room before flopping down on the couch next to him.

Johnny tried to process what Mairead had just admitted to him, while Mairead was trying her best not to die of mortification at what she had just said out loud. Finally, it was Johnny who spoke up. “So, if you can get yourself to come, then it’s a problem with the guys you’ve been with, not you. I bet you wouldn’t have to fake it with me.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted it. Sure, he’d had a crush on her ever since moving into the apartment next door two years ago. But at that time she was seeing someone, so the two fell into an easy friendship and he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, not wanting to risk their relationship over something stupid.

For her part, Mairead was shocked into silence. Ever since her break-up, she had been noticing more and more about her hockey-playing neighbor, like the way his brown eyes twinkled whenever he was up to something, how soft his hair looked (and how much she wanted to run her fingers through it), and how strong and firm his body felt pressed against her slight 5’2” frame whenever they hugged.

She had guessed that he might have a thing for her, based on the way that his hand drifted to her waist whenever they went out together and the way he glared at Sean Monahan when his teammate flirted with her at a team party. After almost a full year of this, she just assumed that either he was never going to act on those feelings or she must have just read him wrong. This was most certainly not a position she expected to be in.

The tension was suffocating, both of them entire unsure of what to do to break the uncomfortable hush that had fallen over them. Mairead opened her mouth to speak a few times, but she swallowed down her words every time, unable to translate her racing thoughts into sentences. Eventually, the awkwardness was too much for Johnny, who stood up from the couch and walked to the door.

“Umm…I’m sorry about that, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he stuttered out, still slightly flustered. He pulled the keys to her apartment out of his pocket and placed them on the hook next to the door. “And, um, I should probably return these to you because, um, you probably won’t be seeing me for a few days.”

His hand was about to turn the doorknob when he heard Mairead’s voice, barely a whisper. “What if I said yes?”

He stopped, taken aback and unsure if he had heard her correctly. “What?”

Mairead spoke again, this time louder. “What if I said yes?” She still refused to meet Johnny’s eyes, instead choosing to focus on a blank spot on the wall.

“Mairead, what are you implying?” Johnny prodded.

She took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. Getting up off the couch, she walked over to where Johnny stood until they were chest to chest. This time, there was no hesitation in her voice. “What if I take you up on your proposition?”

His breath quickened as he met her gaze, her steely grey eyes looking expectantly at him. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Are you absolutely sure that you can get me off and I won’t have to do it myself after you leave?” She cocked an eyebrow at him, back to her usual confident self.

Johnny didn’t bother to answer her, only used his hands to pull her face close to his until their lips met. It started off soft and sweet, until his lips coaxed hers apart, sliding his tongue inside. When Mairead let out a small moan, he smirked into the kiss, deepening it further as one hand moved to her lower back, the other around her shoulders so that she was pulled tight to his chest. Mairead’s hands fisted in his Flames t-shirt, unable to do much else.

Finally, Mairead pulled away, breathing heavily. Taking his hand in hers, she led him to her bedroom.

She grabbed the hem of her shirt, getting ready to remove it, when Johnny’s hands took over from her. “Let me,” he whispered, before slowly pulling it over her head.

When her hands reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, he stopped her again. “Nice try, but this is supposed to be about you.”

Mairead pouted, but Johnny simply pushed his lips against hers, distracting her from her frustration at the inability to act on her desires. He guided her backwards, tugging her shirt over her head and unhooking her bra on the way, until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she landed on her comforter.

Johnny’s eyes roamed her body, as if trying to memorize every small detail about her. He leaned over her body, licking a slow line down the valley between her breasts, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

As his lips moved lower, he sunk to his knees between her legs, tugging the waistband of her jeans. “These jeans need to go.”

She craned her neck upwards, raising an eyebrow at him. “Says the person still wearing all his clothes.”

Johnny’s intense focus cracked, as he burst into laughter. “Fine, fair’s fair.” He quickly shed his shirt, before returning his attention to the tight denim separating him from where he wanted to be. His fingers didn’t waste any time in unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans before curling his fingers in the sides to pull the offending material from her body, taking her panties with it.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips at the sight of her bare pussy, already glistening with arousal. Mairead shivered under his gaze, filled with animalistic hunger.

His mouth danced along the inside of one thigh, peppering feather-light kisses on her skin. As soon as he came close to the apex of her thighs, however, he retreated before repeating the process on the other thigh. It was only a matter of minutes before Mairead began to cant her hips towards him, desperate for his touch to relieve the ache building between her legs.

When his mouth finally closed over her throbbing clit, gently tugging on it with his lips, she let out a sigh of relief, followed by a sharp inhale as his tongue moved to probe her entrance. Johnny’s sweatpants were feeling increasingly restrictive as he felt Mairead slowly come undone against his mouth. Her delicate fingers tangled themselves in his short hair, gently trying to pull his face away from her throbbing cunt. “Johnny, please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling.

He pulled back ever so slightly, licking her arousal from his lips and lifting his eyes to meet hers. “Please what?” he asked, before returning to her pussy with renewed vigor, this time using his index finger to trace her folds as his tongue played with her clit.

“I need you..,” she panted, having to pause as Johnny’s finger slipped into her slick channel, “…inside me.”

Without a second’s hesitation, Johnny stood up, shedding his jeans and dropping his underwear, before moving over her body, the hard planes of his body pressing against the soft curves of hers. When he lowered his body to kiss her, she could feel his thick cock against her stomach, so close to where she wanted, or rather needed, him.

His usually fluffy hair was all over the place, some strands plastered to his forehead, and Mairead almost laughed until Johnny reached one hand between their bodies, guiding his cock inside her and her laugh turned into a moan.

He began to move slowly, watching Mairead’s face closely, her eyes fluttering shut and plump lips parting slightly as she adjusted to his size. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders, nails marking his skin, as the rhythm of his thrusts increased.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her hips up to meet him. The new angle allowed his cock to go even deeper, and she let out a high pitched moan that only encouraged Johnny. “Yes, fuck, yes,” she chanted, heat coursing through her veins as her heels dug into his back.

“Johnny, I’m so close.” Her breathing was shallow, her voice raw.

He could feel her tighten around his cock, so he nuzzled into her neck, biting down on the sensitive skin and watching the shiver that ran down her entire body. She came with an almost feral scream, her nails dragging down his spine as waves of pleasure wracked her body.

Letting her slowly ride out her high, he pulled out, rolling her onto her side and laying down behind her.

Mairead gave him a soft smile, turning her neck so that she could kiss him. Johnny pushed back inside her, his male pride validated when he felt her gasp against his lips. He set a slow and languid pace, pressing gentle kisses along her shoulderblades, moving his hand around her body to gently toy with her breasts.

She began to grind her hips back into him, losing herself in the feeling of his rough, calloused fingers against her sensitive nipples, his hard cock deep inside her. His hand moved further downwards, tugging her leg backwards so that it rested on his hip, leaving her more exposed to his wandering hands.

It was only a matter of minutes before Mairead was practically writhing against him. She could feel his thrusts becoming more erratic, the way his breath was heavy against her bare shoulder.

When his hand snaked back around her waist and found her engorged clit, rubbing it in small circles, she came hard, her pussy clenching around his cock as she sobbed out his name. He followed right after, burying his face into her hair, groaning out his release.

Johnny slowly peeled himself off the bed, walking to the bathroom to clean himself up. While he was gone, Mairead lay on her back, letting herself bask in the pleasure of her two orgasms (and also reflect on how terrible her ex-lovers were in bed).

When Johnny returned, he tossed her a wet washcloth before laying down beside her. “You were right,” she mumbled softly, unwilling to admit it too loudly, lest his ego get too big.

He rolled over to face her, a smirk slowly growing on his boyish features. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you properly, what did you say?”

Mairead huffed. “Fuck you.”

“Well, actually, didn’t you just do that?” he teased.

She shook her head in disbelief, her blonde hair bobbing around her. “You want me to say it? Fine. Those were two of the best orgasms of my life.”

“Excuse me, two OF THE best? Because that was definitely the best of mine.” He raised his eyebrows in mock offense.

Mairead let out a loud giggle. “What can I say? My hand is pretty damn good.” As if to prove a point, she placed her right hand in the center of his chest, letting her nails trace the contours of his muscles.

She could feel his sharp inhale, the rise and fall of his chest under her palm. “I’m not sure I believe you.” He tried to play it cool, to act unaffected by the way her hands kept coming closer and closer to his cock.

Finally, she let her hand run over his quickly hardening cock, her fingers tracing every vein. “Oh, then let me prove it.”

Notes

So the first one is finally up! I've been planning to start writing these for a while, but life kept getting in the way and I kept starting stories and never finishing them (and also I got sidetracked and wrote some baseball smut in the middle of all that).

This is the gif that I kept thinking of while writing this, so if you are as much of a sucker for giggly hockey boys as I am, enjoy.