Player: Brady Skjei - New York Rangers
This is my first time writing basically pure smut so I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know if you guys like it and would want to see more. 😏
Warnings: NSFW. SMUT.
Preview: What he didn’t expect was to see you sitting on his bed waiting for him, wearing only one of his suit shirts.
Characters:. 779 words.
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It was late, Brady had just played a game on his birthday no less. He was happy that the team could pull out a win for his birthday but in reality, he was missing you. His birthday had fallen in the middle of a two-week long road trip and he wouldn’t be seeing you for another week. He knew he could call you but it just wasn’t the same. He craved your physical touch. He decided to give your phone a ring on the way up to his room but to his surprise, you didn’t answer. He put it off as it being late as he slid his room key through the lock. When he walked in he noticed the luggage that wasn’t his or Vesey’s. He sighed thinking it was some kind of prank the guys were pulling and didn’t want to know what was waiting for him around the corner. What he didn’t expect was to see you sitting on his bed waiting for him, wearing only one of his suit shirts.
You smiled as his eyes widened.
“Delivery for the birthday boy.”
He runs up to you kissing you between his barrage of questions
“What… How… What if Vesey walked in?”
You giggled running your fingers down his suit-clad arms. “Vesey might have helped get me here, he is also spending the night with Hayes and Kreider.”
He grins knowing the meaning behind your words. He kisses you passionately as he sheds his suit jacket.
“Couldn’t let you miss out on birthday sex.” You giggle.
It doesn’t take long for your hands to travel to his pants. You stumble looking for his belt and he clumsily helps you. Once you have successfully removed his belt your throw it onto the floor and push him onto his bed. You straddle him taking control. You can already feel how hard he is, his tight suit pants concealing nothing.
You kiss down his neck as Brady groans happily. Your fingers find their way back down his pants and you slowly rub your palm down his member.
“Dammit Y/N.” He growls.
You smirk as you push off his suit pants along with his boxers. You slowly kiss down his chest until you reach his member, slowly kissing his entire length. You can hear him gulp and you know with each kiss you are torturing him. You wrap a hand around him and start to pump teasing him with your tongue before you place your lips fully around him. You keep going until you feel his muscles tense. You know a few more strokes and you will have him but you slowly stop and look up at him.
He gives you a look and you smirk
“What?” you tease.
“I want you.” He snarls
“Want me to what?”
“Don’t play dumb with me”
“Is someone being bossy?” you question raising an eyebrow. You love teasing him. It drives him absolutely insane.
Brady takes you by surprise as he hastily uses his strength to flip you over.
You look at him quizzically and he just smirks.
“I’m going to get you for that.” An evil grin pushes onto his face.
He places kisses down your stomach.
“Brady it’s your birthday, I’m supposed to be treating you.”
“What can I say, I’m a giving person.”
His kisses reach your center and you shutter tingles running up your spine.
As if to prove a point of karma, Brady goes down on you for what seems like forever. With every flick of his tongue, you quiver. He holds your hips down to keep you still as you sway with every swipe. You moan his name as you grasp for handfuls of his hair. He hits every one of your spots. What can you say? Your boyfriend has had plenty of times to study every one of them. You can feel yourself about to come undone when Brady stops towering over you.
“Brady” you quiver.
“Y/N” he teases you as he kisses your neck.
You bury your nails into his back as he sinks into you. Your fingers run up and down his back until they knot into his hair with every thrust. Brady is still nipping at your neck and you know you will have bruises tomorrow.
You can feel every part of him as you arch your back meeting his hips with yours. The pressure builds and builds between you two until finally you are filled with warmth.
Brady falls onto his back next to you, both out of breath.
“Best. Birthday. Ever.” He states between breaths while he cuddles into you.