One Shots

Zach dropped his bags, sZliding out of his suit jacket and sighing heavily into the dark hotel room. His body ached, shoulders tense from the flight to Pittsburgh and the game last night. He reached down to unzip his bag, a small envelope resting on the top of his neatly folded clothes. He examined it, noting your initials on the back and the scent of your perfume on the thin paper.

He tore it open and read the small card, smiling at your lip print in the bottom corner.

Z, I made you a special playlist for this game. Start at Track 1 and enjoy! Love you,
y/n

He dropped the note in his bag and grabbed his headphones, unlocking his phone and scrolling through your iTunes library. There was a playlist with your name on it and he smirked as he tapped it, sitting down on the plush bed and focusing on what he heard.

It was soft at first, a gentle but unmistakable moan slipping out between seconds of silence.

He perked up, his body stiff and eyes wide as his head fell to one side. 'I've heard that,' he though to himself as he moved to lean against the headboard. The buckle of his belt dug into his waist and he lifted his hips, fumbling to undo it and flick the button of his suit pants open. He settled onto the pillow and turned the volume up,

Another soft moan sent his head spinning, her soft whimpers following quickly after. She mumbled his name and he had to pause the track to text her.

Can I call you?

-No. Just listen to it and relax.

What is it?

-You'd know if you listened to it.

He hit play in time to hear her moan again, louder that before. His cock twitched in his pants as he thought of her, laying back in bed and sliding her hands over her body.

"Fuck, Zach! I'm so wet..."

He reached down to palm himself through his pants, sliding his hand over the thin fabric of his boxers. The teeth of his zipper ran rough on his knuckles and he lifted his hips to tug them further down. She was whispering to him, her voice strained in the headphones as she rode her fingers, and he bit down on his lip as she continued.

"Oh baby, it doesn't feel as good as you but fuck- I couldn't wait. Watching you play is just so, oh god!"

He could see her arching her back, pert nipples between her fingers as she pinched them. She always did, putting on a show when she rode him and keeping her eyes set on his. The smile on her face and the clench of her muscles spurred him on and he gripped the base of his cock, head falling back.

Fingers trailing along his shaft, Zach began to pump himself slowly. In his ear, he heard you suck a finger into your mouth and hum against it.

"If you were here," she panted, "I'd ride you baby. I'd suck your cock- oh, I miss you so much."

"Shit!" A bead of precome built up on the tip of his cock, a small pearl that he smeared away with his thumb. The thought of her lips wrapped around him put his heartbeat in his ears and he turned the volume up even further. He licked his palm and reached down to cup his balls, picking up the pace he'd built and groaning as his chest heaved.

"Oh Zach, I'm so fucking... God, baby."
She let out a feral groan and he could almost feel her, hands resting on his chest as she fell forward to kiss him. He thrust up into his grasp, fingers tightening to mimic her tight pussy as he slipped further down the bed.
Now flat on his back, he closed his eyes and kept going. Zach craved the feel of her lips on his neck, the gentle sucking on his jawline as she reached down to fondle his balls. He'd pull her flush to his chest, feel her nipples brush against his chest and taste the sweat on her collar bone as he came.
His spine tingled and he let out a weak cry, listening to her orgasm as he approached his own. He came in his hand, chest heaving while he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw. Zach's thighs grew tight, muscles flexing under soft skin as he heard her sob his name with a grin on her lips. She moaned and let out a soft 'oomph' into the microphone, earning a weak smile from him.
"Hope this helped baby! Have a great game. I love you."
Zach pulled his boxers up and laughed, noticing the blush on his cheeks as he pulled his phone in front of his face. His hair was wild in his reflection, eyes heavy and happy as he snapped a picture to send to her.

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