
One Shots
Sick Day feat. Brendan Dillon
"God damn shit motherf-"
"You alright?"
"No." I slammed my hands on the table and groaned, my head pounding as I stared at the computer screen. The bright white background of my email was pissing me off and I closed the laptop before pushing it away. "I'm fucked! I have nothing for Monday and my volunteers are backing out."
Brendan poked his head into the doorway and frowned. "Why are they backing out?"
I rubbed my eyes and shrugged. "Probably because I was a bitch in high school and karma is just now catching up with me." He snickered and vanished into the bedroom. I heard his feet hit the tile in the bathroom and the shower turn on a moment later. "Brendan?" I called, pushing up from my chair.
I made my way to the bedroom and sat on the edge of our mattress. "Brendan?"
"Yeah babe?" He came to the door with a towel around his waist, hanging low on his hips and dangerously loose. "You alright?"
I couldn't keep my eyes from the cut muscles under his pecs. They were tan, toned like nothing I'd ever seen, and I felt my bottom lip slide out in a pout. "Do you have to go to work today?"
He stepped closer and ran his thumb over my lip, grinning as I pulled it into my mouth. His skin was salty on my tongue and I sucked it for a moment before biting down. My own hand reached for his towel, tugging the knot in the terry cloth and grinning as it fell to the floor between us.
He shivered as I ran my fingers over his shaft and took a soft grip. He was velvety, skin so soft against my palm, and I looked up to see him swallow hard. His Adam's apple bobbed, eyes glued to mine and hooded with lust.
"Do you have to go, Brendan?"
He nodded slowly but his body said otherwise, hips moving toward me slightly to give him tension. I held him still and grinned, slipping a thumb over his tip that was wet with precum.
"Are you sure?"
"P-press stuff for next season. I have to be there."
"You can't call in sick?" i brought him to my mouth and licked a slow stripe up the bottom of his hard-on. He whimpered as I leaned to the side and kissed the ridge of his abdomen, tracing my lips over the dip of his hip and down to his thigh.
"You're the devil, you know that?"
Notes
sorry about the formatting.
@Joah Louise
could you do guy: Jake Guentzel name: Brooke matoic type of imagine: smut jake and I just got back from celebrating winning the Stanley Cup and he thinks I was flirting with Olli Maatta and Jakes gets jealous and after we get home this big huge fight breaks out between me and jake he says that he should have listened to PK Subban and leave me and I told him that he probably should have and then I mumbled under my breath that I bet Olli could do a lot better when it comes to sex unlike jake and he hears me now he's far beyond pissed off he tells me to repeat myself but he knows what I said I repeat myself and then he tells me he's going to prove that he can do better because he needs to set me straight.
10/18/17