#i feel so fucking bad for k’andre

[cellyszn]

if this is true the rangers need to boot the entire fucking organization like yesterday

#it’s fucking sick that they have allowed him to stay for so long and promoted his white supremacist ass #tony deangelo #new york rangers #i feel so fucking bad for k’andre

[breezymichelle99]

Kissing K’andre | K’andre Miller

Summary: K’andre coming home after a game. You know he had a bad game, so you crawl into his lap and a hot make out session turns into something more. 

Warnings: Handsy make out. unprotected sex on the couch. post sex snuggles.(not really warning material but just an fyi.) 

A/N: Dear K'andre Miller anon. I hope this doesn't disappoint :)

It was one of those very rare times when you couldn’t attend the game with your boyfriend; New York Rangers Defenseman K’andre Miller. The Rangers had an extremely horrible game against the Caps and you knew Key would be in no mood when he got home tonight. 

You heard the front door close, and a loud sigh escaped his lips as he threw himself onto the couch. You noticed him stretched out as soon as you walked into the room. His head tilted back, thighs spread wide as he tried to relax.You smirked as you straddled his lap; wearing only his jersey and some black lacy underwear, that you knew were his favorite.

Without even looking at you his hands instantly fell to your hips as he pulled you close into his body. Finally opening his eyes to look at you. He smirked. "Rough night, baby?" You whisper, kissing him slowly, easily distracting him from his racing post game thoughts. "Yeahhh." He mumbles between your lips as he continues to kiss you, his hands gravitating to your ass as he squeezes gently with his long fingers. You moan into his mouth.

You can feel him grinning into your lips. He loved the sounds of your moans, maybe even more than he loved the sounds of a sold out crowd at The Garden. The thought of you making those sounds of pleasure because of him drove him crazy. He bit your lip and you moaned again, grinding your hips against him. He groans in your mouth and you knew play time was over.

His hands begin to slide up your thigh and underneath your jersey. You begin to kiss on his neck, knowing just how much that drove him wild. His head drops back onto the back of the couch, fingers still gently exploring your body, as he enjoys the soft touch of your lips on his caramel skin. Your fingers slowly begin to unbutton his dress shirt as your kisses trail down his chest. He whispers your name. You smile against his skin. 

You remove your lips from him as you begin to undo the belt of his dress pants, eyes locking with his as he watches you, eyes darting from you to your hand as you slide it gently between the tight fabric and you finally feel his body relax beneath your talented fingers. “Babe.” he whines. You smirk. “Shh baby let me take care of you.” you whisper, knowing all too well that it wouldn’t be too much longer before he scooped you up, flipped you onto your back and fucked you into the cushions of your couch without a second thought.

One thing about K’andre, when he had a bad game or the team lost there was always one thing that made him feel better no matter how bad things were, and that was burying himself deep inside you, anyplace, anytime, any way. He loved to be in control of your body, especially when he couldn’t be in control of the outcome of a shitty game. He loved being the one that made you moan, that made you arch those hips in just the right way, that made you cum. Getting lost in all the pleasures that were YOU. 

His grip on you became tighter as you felt yourself being moved. Without disturbing the moment, Key stood, hands on the back of your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist now. Your back finding the cushions of the couch in seconds, his perfectly toned body hovering over yours. You wrap your fingers around his chain bringing his lips back to yours. Tongues colliding. Moans and heavy breaths leaving your mouths as you beg for each other now. 

You feel his long fingers dance across your skin as he slowly, teasingly removes your lacy underwear. “My favorite pair.” he whispers the devilish little smirk on his lips making you groan. “I  know, that’s why I wore them, just for you baby.” your words are a moan as his hands are on your body again, removing your jersey and tossing it onto the floor with your underwear. He admires you as you lay naked beneath him.

There almost wasn’t enough room for his big body to be above yours on your tiny couch but somehow he managed to make it work as he kissed on your neck, and down your chest, tongue driving you absolutely crazy. “Baby..” you whine. “Mmmhmm.” he mumbles as he uses his tongue to pull one of your nipples gently between his teeth, you arch your hips into him roughly, moaning louder than you expected. You hear him chuckle. “I thought I was the needy one baby girl.” he says, long fingers reaching between your thighs, dipping between your folds, testing to see just how wet you were for him already.  

“K’andre.” you moan aloud. “So ready for me already baby girl.” he says his voice is deep and like a sin you were ready for. “Mhmmm.” you whine again “Please, Key I want you.” you're begging him now and he’s getting exactly what he wants. “Shhh shh in time my love, in time.” he watches as your eyes flicker with lust as the finger he had deep inside you dances across his lips. Your body shivers underneath and he knows he’s driving you wild, he can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way your body is reacting to him.

He doesn't even bother to take his dress pants off the rest of the way, he just shoves them down low on his hips as he pulls his length from between the fabric. Your mouth waters at the sight of him as he guides himself slowly into you. You arch your hips to meet him desperate to feel him inside of you. He starts slowly, easing in and out of you gently watching you as you wrap your legs around him pushing him deeper, heels in the dimples of his back, fingers intertwined with his above your head, the other hand gripping his shoulders, nails scratching down his muscled back. His lips suck on your neck destined to leave deep purple marks down your body, show the world what was his. His breath hot in your ear as you hear him moan your name loudly, hips colliding with yours erratically.

He can feel you on the edge, your body slowing with his, your clenching around him. He slows the motion of his hips drawing out your orgasam. “Please baby.” you beg him. He smirks as he slams into you once more rough and needy making you cum instantly. Watching your every move, your every breath, your every moan of his name on your tongue, sending him into his own wild orgasm. “Fuckk babe.” he groans, breathing heavily above you as he captures your lips with his, still buried deep inside of you, not ready to separate his body from yours. “I love you so damn much.” he says as his long fingers brush a long piece of hair from your beautiful face, thumb brushing against your cheek as you hold his gaze. “I love you too, baby. I'm sorry you had a crap game tonight.” you say with a whine as he finally pulls himself from you and pulls your body to snuggle him on the couch, draping a blanket over your bodies.

“It’s just one game, hopefully we will get it together for the next one.” he says kissing your temple. “I know you guys will, plus i’ll be there next time so you’ll have your good luck charm.” you giggle and wink at him. He smiles over at you as he pulls you closer into his chest. “Thank God for that, because I can not look up in those stands one more night and not see your beautiful face looking down at me.” he smiles and you melt into him. “Key.” you laugh “It’s only been like two games i've missed, baby.” you knew how much he loved you, and that he always loved to see you in the stands wearing his jersey. 

He chuckled. “I know but I love when you’re there and it’s a proven fact that I play better when the love of my life is there.” he smirks, kissing your lips again slowly. You shake your head and roll your eyes. “Okay whatever you say sir.” getting lost in his lips again. There was one thing you knew was a proven fact; you could spend your entire day lost in those eyes, being held tightly in his big strong arms; kissing K’andre.

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