I'll write about anyone on any of the NHL teams :))
Also, I'll wrote about fluff and I can try to write smut if you want it. It may be hard for me to, but like I said I can try my best.
In the introduction chaoter, I will explain in more details how...
I had to stay home today. I had something to do for work. I would've rather went to the game.
I was drinking my third coffee of the day, staring at my computer when I heard the fromt door open, then slam shut. It jolted me awake. I got up from my desk and walked out of our room.
Hunter walked past our room and straight into the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen, concerned. Hunter was getting a glass of water, and I went and hugged him from behind.
I felt him huff, annoyed. He gently touched my hand and rubbed it.
"Hunter? What's wrong, my love?" I asked.
He grunted. "What do think is wrong?"
"I don't know. That's why I'm asking." I replied, voice becoming slightly annoyed.
"Don't give me any fucking attitude." He pulled my hands off him.
"Just tell me what the fuck's wrong!" I yelled.
"We lost okay!" He snapped. "And it was all my fault."
"God, no. Don't say that." I looked at him, concerned.
"But it was! They had to take me out of the game, Y/N!"
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I let the puck in five fucking times, that's why!"
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad, Hunter." I said, trying to reassure him.
"No, Y/N. It was." He groaned. "The Tucson Roadrunners won 7-0. It's mostly my fault."
I frowned. "What can I do to help you feel better?" I asked, rubbing his chest gently.
"Can we have sex?" He asked.
My eyes widened in shock. I wasn't opposed to the idea, but Hunter had never been so straight foreard about it.
"If it'll help you feel better, then sure my love."
"God, I love you Y/N." He mumbled before leaning over to kiss me.
I let his lips connect to mine. I felt him put his hands on my hips, and then he trailed them down to my thighs. He picked me up by my thighs and brought me to our room.
He put me on our bed, and then he leaned over, kissing me roughly. I tried to kiss back with equal amount of passion and roughness.
Key word : tried.
It's quite hard to match his passion when he's frustrated like this. He starts taking all of the control he can get. He doesn't like to relax and let things happen, he likes to do whatever he can to make himself feel better.
His hands slid to my waist and I felt him grip on to it. I felt him dip his head to my neck and he started kissing it gently.
He moved his hands from my waist to the hem of my shirt. He started playing with it before moving his head to slide my shirt off. He threw it on the floor and then just took a moment to look at my body.
"God, how'd I get so lucky?" He mumbled under his breath.
Those words send a flustered wave over me. I felt my face grow red, and he noticed.
"Well isn't that adorable?" Hunter laughed softly.
He started playing with the hem of my shorts and gave me the 'can I?' eyes. I nodded and he pulled them down, my underwear being pulled down with them.
Hunter took a minute and looked over my body, again. He then took a breath before sliding off his own shirt and pants. He pulled down his boxers, and without a warning, thrusted aggressively.
I gasped and he gripped onto my hips. He brushes his thumbs against my hips before thrusting again.
All of his thrusts were aggressive and had an anger behind them. They made me squirm, and moan uncontrollably.
He started putting all he could into the the thrusts, and I felt my legs begin to shake.
A few minutes later, I had hit my climax, his following shortly after mine.
"Fuck Hunter.. that was.."
"Did it hurt?" He asked, concern on his face.
"Yeah.. but it's okay."
"As long as you feel okay."
"I do, don't worry!"
"Good." He said before kissing my forehead.
The rest of the night was spent with cleaning off, cuddles, movies, and dinner. I could tell he felt better now, and that it was everything he needed.
