One Shots

“Come on, lazy lump. I made you breakfast in bed.” Morgan opened his eyes, glaring groggily at the cheery brunette standing beside his bed. ‘Waffles and bacon and eggs, your favorite.”

He just rolled over, covering his head with the comforter. It had been a few days since the Leafs had been knocked out of the playoffs, and Morgan took the loss exceptionally hard. Apart from his exit interviews and cleanout day, he had barely left their bed, spending hours staring at the ceiling and berating himself.

“Morgan, I know you’re upset. So am I. But you promised Jake and the boys that you’d do this with them, you might as well eat some breakfast before that. And when you come back, we can do anything you want for the rest of the day. I’m not going to let you waste away in a puddle of self-pity and misery.”

“Anthing?”

Gemma nodded enthusiastically. “Yup, anything.”

“10 more minutes to sleep?”

She winced. “Okay, anything but that. You have to be at the rink in an hour and, frankly, food’s getting cold.” Morgan, Jake, and a few of their teammates had decided to go for one last spin around the ice at the ACC before going their separate ways for the offseason. Right now, however, Morgan really regretted saying yes to his extremely persistent friend.

Morgan groaned, stretching his arms above his head. “So I’m guessing that means no time for morning sex, either?” he whined.

“Oh, come on you big baby. I promise we can do whatever you want after this.You just have to promise me that you’re not going to keep moping around.” Morgan grumbled unintelligibly but accepted the plate of food that Gemma thrust into his hands. “Since Jake is picking you up, I’ll come down to the arena to pick you up so we can go for lunch, you just have to text me what time you boys will be done, okay?”

Morgan craned his neck upwards to kiss her softly on the lips. “Yup, I can do that.” He quickly scarfed down breakfast, suddenly realizing how long it had been since he last ate a proper meal, got his things ready to go, and grabbed the protein shake that Gemma had left on the kitchen counter.

She sidled up next to him, her hand resting on his bicep. Taking a look at her, her unbrushed hair still falling wildly around her face, the only thing on her body being one of his Maple Leaf shirts that she must have found laying on the floor, he set the smoothie right back down, pulling her into him.

“I love you so much. Thank you for putting up with me recently,” he said honestly, his hands moving to cup her face while the other pushed up the shirt until it was gathered around her stomach, leaving his fingers completely free to wander. He had neglected her for the past few days and the feeling of her soft skin under his rough fingers was enough to drive him crazy. Just then, his phone let off a loud buzz, causing both of them to startle.

“Morgan, shouldn’t you check that?” Gemma murmured, as he began to press his lips against her neck.

“Jake shouldn’t be here for another ten minutes, that’s probably him telling me that he’s just left his apartment. We’ve got plenty of time.” He kissed her on the lips this time, stopping any more comments she might have had. But then his phone buzzed again. And again. And again.

“Dammit!” Morgan took one look at his phone, seeing about 10 texts from his teammate that started with I’m outside and then went all the way to Get your cock out of Gemma and get downstairs.

“Let me guess, Jake’s outside and impatient?” Gemma quirked an eyebrow at him.

Morgan scowled as he typed out a response. “Unfortunately, yes. If only he could see you like this, he’d never bother me again.”

She laughed, handing him his shake from the counter. “Whatever you say, Mo.”

Taking it from her hands, he jogged out of their house to the car idling in the driveway.

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“Morgan, are you done? You said that you’d be done 30 minutes ago.” Gemma strode through the doors of the locker room, her eyes on her phone and the text from her boyfriend saying that he would be done with the boys by 11. When she looked up, she noticed that Connor, Freddie, and Jake were still in the room, all of whom were all staring at her, confused, in various states of undress. “Oh shit, sorry,” she stammered out, completely caught off-guard. “Umm...since Morgan’s clearly still in the showers, I’ll just wait outside, yeah? Just let him know I’m here.”

She was about to turn and head out when Morgan came into back into the locker room, a towel wrapped around his waist. As soon as he saw his girlfriend shifting awkwardly next to the door, he suddenly remembered their lunch plans. “Oh fuck, did I get late? We kind of got carried away and lost track of time.”

“It’s only 11:30, it’s fine. Want me to wait outside so that you can get dressed and we can head out?”

He shook his head. “Nah. The boys,” he gave a piercing look to the few remaining teammates behind him, “can finish showering, you can wait in here.” They all got Morgan’s hint, and made their way out of the room, leaving just the two of them. He was on her almost immediately, lips crashing against hers before moving along her jaw, covering her skin with soft kisses. He had her blouse over her head and discarded on the floor before she could react, leaving her in just a bra and skirt.

“Your teammates are still technically here, Morgan!” Gemma hissed as he nuzzled her neck, the stubble on his chin rubbing against her skin.

“So?” he mumbled, his lips pressed against her exposed collarbone.

She sighed. “I mean, they’ll probably be able to hear us. They could even walk in at any moment.”

As he unclasped her bra, he said, “I don’t care. Maybe we should let them see what a good girl you are.” Morgan’s words sent a rush of arousal straight through Gemma’s body as he continued, “You did say that I could have anything I wanted today. Maybe what I want is for them to watch me fuck you, to see how you fall apart. How does that sound?” He roughly tugged a nipple between his fingers, smirking at the soft whimper that left her mouth.

Gemma didn’t even bother to respond, just dropped to her knees as her fingers loosened the towel around his waist, letting it fall to the floor. Morgan was already hard, the excitement of what they were doing sending blood rushing straight south.

He let out a soft hiss as her hand closed around the base of his cock, slowly moving along his length. Her tongue ran across his tip, swirling around the head, and Morgan had to reach behind him to steady himself against his stall. Without hesitation, Gemma took more of him into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks as she let Morgan’s hand come down on the back of her head, knotting his fingers through her hair. They were so wrapped up in the moment, in each other, that they didn’t hear the sounds of footsteps coming from the showers.

“Oh god, fuck, shit, sorry,” Connor’s hand flew to cover his eyes as he entered the room. Beside him, Freddie did the same thing, trying to look anywhere but at the scene unfolding in the room..

Jake was too focused on his phone screen to notice his teammates frozen in place, causing him to crash straight into them. “Dude, why did you...oh, fuck.” Jake’s voice trailed off as his eyes fell onto the couple in front of him, his phone slipping out of his hand.

Morgan’s fingers were threaded through Gemma’s hair, not applying much pressure but gently guiding her movements. It’s not that they hadn’t seen their teammate naked before - it was a locker room after all - but seeing him naked, fully erect, and with a girl’s mouth around him was an entirely different story. “Such a good girl, putting on a show for the boys,” Morgan purred, his words directed at Gemma but loud enough for everyone else in the room to hear.

“You don't mind?” There was a clear note of surprise in Connor’s voice.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Another voice, Jake’s, said.

Morgan could feel Gemma working his cock with a little more enthusiasm, urged on by the presence of the other people in the room. For a second, he forgot himself, thrusting up into her mouth a little too forcefully, causing her to gag. Instead of pulling back, though, she relaxed her jaw, looking up at him with those big brown eyes that he could never say no to. “Do you want to show the boys how much you enjoy me fucking that pretty little mouth of yours?” She nodded up at him, her eyes wide with desire.

He pushed deeper into her mouth, his hand on the back of her head forcing her to take more of him. “My darling can never have enough cock, can she? You’re never satisfied, maybe we should let the boys touch you, taste you, fuck you.” Gemma whimpered

“We can touch?” Freddie asked hesitantly.

“What do you think, baby? Do you want that?” Gently pulling his cock out of her mouth, Morgan looked down at Gemma, waiting for her response.

She smiled up at him, a little gleam in her eyes. “I want what you want.”

Morgan couldn't control the throaty groan that left his body. Seeing her on her knees in front of him, waiting expectantly for him to tell her what he wanted, it was almost too much for him. “Finish me off first.”

From the corner of his eye, Morgan could see that Connor, Freddie, and Jake were already hard, Connor not even being subtle about touching himself over the thick cotton of his towel. It didn’t take long for him to release, spilling down Gemma’s throat. She swallowed, licking every last drop from her lips. Morgan pulled her to her feet, his fingers making quick work of her skirt and panties, leaving her naked in front of everyone, then kissing her forcefully as if to remind everyone that, even after what was about to happen, she was still with him. “If at any moment, you don’t want to do this anymore, just say so, okay?” he whispered in her ear as she nodded her acknowledgement.

One of the boys let out a low whistle as she moved out from Morgan’s arms and walked over to them. Behind the group, Morgan had taken a seat on the bench in front of his stall, watching intently, one hand gently palming his cock.

Connor immediately moved behind Gemma, sweeping her hair off of her neck and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along her skin. She leaned back into his touch, but her hands reached for Jake, pushing the towel off of his body, and immediately wrapping her fingers around his member, causing him to inhale sharply.

Gemma could sense Freddie’s hesitance, so she used his other hand to pull him towards her, kissing him forcefully. It didn’t take long for his body to jump into action, kissing her back, as his large hands began to roam her body, drifting to her breasts. Her hand slipped under his towel, palming his cock.

“Yes, fuck, Connor,” Gemma groaned against Freddie’s lips as Connor reached around her body to push two fingers deep into her cunt, letting her grind her hips down onto his hand, her clit rubbing against his palm. Letting her weight fall back against him, she moaned wantonly, trying to ride his fingers.

As much as she tried to redirect her attention back to Jake and Freddie, Connor’s ministrations were too distracting. She could feel her orgasm approaching, something Morgan noticed from his vantage point. “I’m close,” she panted out, as Connor applied more pressure to her clit.

Morgan, however, had other ideas. “Gemma, you don’t get to come until everyone else has, got it?”

She let out an angry huff, but didn’t object to his stipulations. Connor, however, reacted to Morgan’s words by removing his fingers from her slick channel, letting out a soft laugh at Gemma’s whimper at the feeling of emptiness. He slipped his fingers into his mouth, sucking her juices from his fingers. “I’ve always wondered what you’d taste like.”

She pressed her ass back into him, the fabric between them doing absolutely nothing to hide how hard he was. “And?”

“Fucking delicious.”

Jake took her hand off of his cock, gently pushing Freddie aside as he dropped to her knees in front of her. After sharing a quick look with Connor, Jake nipped her hipbone, watching her squirm. “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded. Gemma listened, adjusting her position so that Jake could slip between her thighs, his tongue immediately running along her slit. Her body reacted immediately, her thighs trying to clamp together again in a feeble attempt to create friction.

This time, it was Morgan that jumped in. “Jake told you to keep your legs apart, Gemma. Do you need Connor to hold you?” At that moment, Jake flicked his tongue harshly against her clit, and her knees buckled. Connor quickly locked one arm around her waist to hold her upright, his other hand wrapping around the inside of her thigh, pulling her leg back so that her cunt was fully exposed for Jake.

“That's better,” he cooed, laving his tongue against her sensitive core. He didn't know her body like Morgan, but it didn't take long to learn what to do to coax those soft whines and whimpers out of her. Every time she came close to the edge, Jake would pull back, placing soft kisses against her thighs until she calmed down, before diving right back in with his tongue, bringing her closer and closer every time.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, as she begged and pleaded with them to let her come. When Jake finally stood up, he moved into her space, fusing their lips together as she collapsed back against Connor, her hips still canting slowly, desperate for friction, desperate for release.

His one arms still around her waist, Connor put his other hand between Gemma’s shoulder blades, forcing her to bend over. She popped her hips back, rolling them lazily against his crotch. He quickly stripped, thrusting into her, letting out a throaty grunt at the feeling of her warmth enveloping him. “You’re so fucking tight, feel so good around my cock.”

Gemma didn’t respond, but a small self-satisfied smile danced across her features. Reaching out towards Freddie, he moved so that he was in front of her, his cock directly in front of her face. She took his length into his mouth, her hands gripping his hips tightly to keep her upright with the force of Connor’s thrusts.

Once Freddie had his hands in her hair, Gemma took back everything she had ever thought about him being a nice, quiet boy-next-door type. And she loved it. Holding her hair back from her face, he forced his cock down her throat, holding her in place. She looked up at him through slightly watery eyes, and he softly skimmed his thumb over her cheek, the tenderness a stark contrast to the way that his large hand gripped her hair. Releasing her to allow her to catch his breath, he soon guided her back to where he wanted her, returning her mouth to his cock, this time letting her tongue run along his entire length. As she worked him over with her mouth, he began to speak, a steady stream of filth that had her practically shaking. “Morgan was right, you do love sucking cock, don’t you? You look so fucking good with a cock in your mouth.”

Gemma kept peeking over at Morgan, trying to gauge his reaction and make sure that he was still okay with everything. He had one hand around his cock, stroking it in slow, steady motions; his skin was flushed and she could see the small drops of perspiration on his brow from trying to keep his body under control. Instead of jealousy and regret, the only emotions on his face were pure unadulterated arousal and lust, which only seemed to stoked the fire that was building within her.

Yet again, though, Morgan noticed the wobble of her knees, the way her eyes kept rolling back in her head, and the way that she kept rubbing back against Connor, trying to get the stimulation that she needed to let her come. “Gemma, don’t you think that Freddie deserves a reward for playing so well?”

She nodded her agreement as he continued, “Why don’t you let him fuck your pretty little ass?”

Her “yes” came out as a whimper, her voice cracking with need. Connor pulled out, moving around so he was now in front of her. “You’re going to ride Jake as Freddie fucks your ass and I fuck your mouth, okay?”

Her body was so keyed up that she could barely form sentences. “Yes….please….,” she moaned.

Jake lay back on the floor, letting her straddle him and sink down on him. From this angle, she could take him deeply, his cock perfectly positioned to hit that sensitive spot in her pussy with every movement. In the corner of her frame of vision, she could see Morgan tossing Freddie a bottle of lube from his bag. She was about to make a snarky comment about her good little boy scout of a boyfriend, but Jake intertwined his fingers with hers, pulling her down so that they were chest to chest and she felt the cold liquid against her ass, bringing her thoughts right back.

As Freddie used two slicked up fingers to slowly open her up, Jake leaned up to capture her lips, swallowing her whimpers at the intrusion. It didn’t take long for her body to adjust and she began to rock, taking more and more of Freddie’s nimble fingers.

She let out a whine as he removed her fingers from her, but it was quickly replaced by his cock. “Fuck, Freddie, Jake, oh God,” she cried, as they began to move in tandem inside her. Connor, slightly impatient at having to wait for everyone else to get started, slipped his cock in between her parted lips. She pressed the flat of her tongue against the sensitive head, relishing in the guttural noises coming from him.

As Jake withdrew, Freddie pushed in and vice versa, building up the tension in Gemma’s body. She let her jaw go slack, her movements along Connor’s cock being guided by the two men thrusting into her. It wasn’t long before Connor came with a shout, Gemma offering him a small smile as she swallowed. He could see that she was struggling, the pressure of denying her orgasm for so long exhausting her body, drawing tears from her eyes. “You’ve been so good for us, you just have to get Jake and Freddie to come and then it’s your turn,” he reassured her, using his thumb to wipe the tear streaks from her face.

“Come inside her, she absolutely loves it,” Morgan called out to the group, his hand now working much faster along his length.

With a few more sloppy thrusts, Gemma could feel Freddie release inside her. She tried to focus on Jake, bracing her hands on his chest so that she could swivel her hips , and, with one sharp motion, he came too, her name on his lips.

Connor helped Gemma to her feet, steadying her as she walked over to Morgan, her legs wobbling underneath her. “You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you,” he praised. Pulling her into his lap, he sheathed himself inside her. “I promised you that I’d let you come, right?” Gemma nodded back wordlessly, her ability to speak failing her. He began to move inside her, his fingers finding her clit to provide the extra stimulation that she so desperately craved, needed. It took only about 30 seconds for her to climax, sobbing out Morgan’s name as she came back down to earth.

The rest of the boys slowly picked up their towels and the rest of their things, filing out of the room to leave the couple in meditative silence.

Morgan could feel Gemma’s breathing calming down, as he leaned over to brush his lips over her forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Never better,” she murmured back, snuggling closer to him. “But that was also kind of exhausting and I think we should cancel lunch plans in favor of going home.”

Morgan let out a snort of laughter. “Babe, I don’t know how I’d be able to keep my hands off of you if we went to lunch now. I’ve never seen anything hotter in my life, but now I kind of want you to myself for a while, if that’s okay.”

“Oh, that’s more than okay.”

He helped her get dressed before pulling on his street clothes. “You know, we may not have won the Stanley Cup this year, but I still get to go home with the biggest prize - you.”

Gemma grinned at his sappy comment before retorting, “You better still think that even after you win the Cup next season, okay?”

Notes

This is by far the smuttiest thing I have ever written and also probably one of the longest. Turns out, it's kind of difficult to write smut with this many people involved because that's a lot of bodies to keep track of. But oh well, it's done and hopefully y'all like it! Please leave comments/suggestions/requests, I'm trying to be better about finding time to write (although my personal laptop is broken, so we'll see about that).