One Shots

"Why don't you come over here and make me?"

I could see his smile from across the rink and my stomach flipped when he pushed off of the boards, his long legs bringing him near in just a few short strides. He took off his helmet and ran his fingers through his hair.

"What was that, darling?" He tossed his helmet on the bench and set a hand on either side of me, pinning me with his slim hips. I could smell his cologne and I jumped up to sit on the cold plastic.

"I said you should make me."

Dougie leaned down and left a gentle kiss on my cheek before wrapping an arm around my waist. I felt the strength of his body as he settled between my legs and scooped me from my perch.

"Oh," I squealed and dug my nails into his bicep, "what the hell are you doing?"

"Bad girls go to the penalty box." His voice was a low growl as he set me down, kicking the door shut behind him. He didn't waste a second reaching for the tie on my hockey pants, grunting in frustration as he fumbled with the strings. "Dammit-"


"Need some help?" I asked, wrapping my hand around his neck and pulling him close for a kiss. I sucked his bottom lip gently and he abandoned the task, instead pulling my hips up to meet his. I ground against him, standing up to turn him around and push him onto the bench. He grinned as I leaned back, pulling my sweatshirt off and tugging at the knot around my waist. I loosened my pants and stopped, leaning down to unlace my skates.

"C'mere," Dougie patted the bench next to him and I dropped down, lifting my leg onto his lap. His fingers were quick, sending a shiver through me as he ran them over my ankle. His touch was warm on my cold skin and he pulled my other skate off. I lifted my hips to shimmy out of the thick pads and he took a deep breath at the sight of my panties.

I grabbed his hand and pulled it to my hip, letting him feel the soft fabric and tuck his thumb under the waistband. He tugged gently and fell forward, resting his head on my stomach as he wrapped his arm around my leg.

"Dougie, baby-" I knotted my fingers in his soft curls and tugged as he exhaled heavily, lifting my shirt to pepper kisses around my navel. His breath, the rough stubble on my skin, I was so worked up and he'd barely touched me.

The arena was empty, silent except for the hum of the machinery, and I felt like I could hear his heartbeat as he pulled me onto his lap. His thigh was tight against my core and I moved to squeeze my legs shut, melting at the friction I got. He sunk his teeth into the skin above my breast and my gasp seemed to echo off of the walls of the penalty box.

"You look so beautiful." He ran his fingers down the curve of my back, settling on my ass and kneading whatever skin he could find. I felt his muscles flex under me and he chuckled before pulling me down harder. "Ride my thigh, baby. I want to see you come."

"Here?"

I glanced up at the empty seats, at the open door to the rink, and felt myself blush. Doug took my chin in his hand and pulled me back into the moment. I closed my eyes as he traced my lips, the line of my smile, with his thumb before kissing me softly.

"Yeah babe," he kissed me again and slid a hand between my legs, "right here."

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