#Brady Skjei fan fiction

[ladylooch]

All About You- Brady Skjei

A/N: Whew, is it ever too early for smut on a Saturday? No? Okay thanks for making me feel better 🤪

I had a couple of requests for Brady Skjei, so this is my gift to both of those lovely anons.

My perception of Brady is very, very soft with a rough side, so I tried to capture that perception here. Thanks for reading!

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ Content, swearing, unsavory things while driving (be safe. Obey most of the laws).

I’m awakened on an off-day Sunday by Brady rolling out of bed. I wince at the sun streaking in through the blinds, annoyed with last night us that decided we were too drunk to do one last step. I toss my arm over my eyes, stretching my back out. I attempt to settle myself deeper into bed as I feel the other side dip from Brady’s return.

“How do you want your coffee?” He asks me. His fingers wrap around my wrist, pulling it from my face so he can place kisses along my soft skin. I sigh at the brief presses, throwing an arm around his shoulders.

“Cold and in two hours.” I mutter.

“Cold it is.” Another kiss and he’s gone.

I doze in and out of consciousness for the next few minutes until I hear his heavy footsteps coming back down the hall. I open one eye at him, seeing my to-go tumbler filled with delicious liquid gold. I reach for it, confused.

“Am I going somewhere?” 

“Yeah, baby. Get dressed. Comfy clothes only today.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” His smile is mischievous. 

“Brady, it’s too early for games.” I say to him, slowly sitting up. My shoulders slouch forward. I can tell my hair is a mess, my mascara is definitely smudged into raccoon eyes and my breath is hot garbage. And still, he looks at me like he’s never seen anything more beautiful. His brown eyes liquify. Eventually, he comes to, leaning forward to connect our lips. He doesn’t mind garbage breath. 

“No games. I promise.” He says nothing more as he wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me from the bed. 

“This is a game.”

“No, it’s to get you to move that hot ass a little faster.” He sets me in the bathroom then gives my butt a slap. “Hustle, Skjei.”

I try to do as coach asked, alternating between getting ready tasks and small sips of my coffee. Brady comes in at least three more times to check my progress until I shut the door on him.

“You’re making this take longer!” I yell through the door at his protesting.

“I need you done in five minutes.” He responds.

I’m done in three, opening the door to find him laying on the bed, hands crossed over his stomach, staring at the ceiling. He pops up, assessing my outfit of yoga pants and a cropped, peach sweatshirt. My hair is settled into a high ponytail and I’m makeup free.

“Just the way I like you.” He murmurs, walking towards me. His hands slide to my ass, gripping both cheeks with his strong hands. His mouth encloses mine. My fingers card through his long hair, tugging the strands slightly just how he loves. “Oof. Okay, we better go before I change my mind.”

“When do I get to know where we are going?” I ask him as I click my seatbelt into place. 

“When we get there.” He insists, pulling out of our garage. “Enjoy the ride, baby.” He jokes as he puts on my favorite true crime podcast that he literally loathes. I squeal in delight, tucking my legs into a pretzel, gripping my tumbler and listening intently. 

We are on the road, traveling through the morning humidity haze until we come to an obscure building with windows only facing out towards a fenced wooded area. I turn to Brady expectantly. 

“Today is all about you.” He murmurs. “You’ve been so good to me this season. Taking care of every detail with the house renovation, food for us, attending every home game, and making sure I’m always ready to hit the road. I love and appreciate you so much. I couldn’t be successful in this league without you.”

“B-” I pout sweetly at him.

“Nah. Don’t deflect. I mean it, I’m so lucky to have you. So, I planned a whole spa day for you. Just you. I know you really want to get some alone time in to recharge, so it’s all set for you.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah, whatever they do here, you’re getting it. You deserve to be pampered. And I would gladly do it, but I think you’ll be getting better service from the professionals.” I laugh, thinking of Brady attempting to paint my nails.

“Let’s be honest. We wouldn’t get passed the massage part.” I grin, leaning across the center console to kiss him. “You’re so sweet. Thank you.”

“Thank you. Now, get out of this car. I’ll pick you up in five hours.”

Brady wasn’t kidding. He absolutely went all out for me. The spa had it all- tranquil music, cozy waiting areas, and the most luxurious robes I’d ever slipped onto my body. I started with a gentle, Swedish massage, then moved into a moisturizing facial. By the time I got to my manicure and pedicures, I was a puddle of goo in the chair. I sipped on expensive champagne, ate delicious snacks of fruit and assorted cheeses all while enjoying my own company and several podcasts that had built up in my Spotify episodes. By the time I saw my husband again, I felt like a completely different person.

“Holy shit.” I say to him as I collapse into the passenger seat. His hand immediately finds my thigh, rubbing his thumb against the smooth fabric of my pants. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed in my whole life. And that includes our honeymoon.” I rest my head back against the seat, sighing contently. I slowly open my eyes, turning to Brady who gives me that same look from this morning- like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen. “Thank you.” I finish in a whisper. “This season has been a grind.” I admit, not that it’s news. After two shortened seasons, the 82 game season was an adjustment. 

“I know.” He reaches his hand up, cupping my cheek to bring our lips together. He feels like heaven. I can’t help but moan. The air in the car shifts and Brady presses his mouth tighter to mine. I nibble his bottom lip in my mouth, reaching my hand out to skirt across the zipper of his shorts. 

“Only one more thing could make this day perfect.”

“Oh, we aren’t even close to done yet.” He tells me. “That was just phase one.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” I whine, watching as he pulls away to start driving.

“It was the five star head on our 1st date.”

“Brady!” I snap, slapping his thigh. His quad seemingly claps back, making my hand sting. My cheeks tint red at the memory. Normally I’m not someone to put out on the first date, but something about Brady was different from the start. I wanted to.. no I had to, at that sophomore year homecoming party hosted by the hockey team.

“I think about that on a weekly basis.” He admits to me, flipping his turn signal on and heading to the right. “Knew I’d do just about anything to keep that mouth on me.” I drop my head in my hands, laughing. I slide my fingers apart, swiveling my head to look at him.

“What would you do for it right now?” I can feel the breath rush from his chest at the thought. Most of our way home is obscure backroads. Very little traffic is with us or going the opposite direction. It’s risky, but not impossible.

“You start us in this car and I’ll finish us inside of you.”

“Promise?” I ask, skirting my fingers along the growing bulge.

“Yeah, baby.” He moans as I work the button of his shorts apart.

After a little awkward maneuvering, I get him out of his boxer briefs. I work the seatbelt around my shoulders, keeping it across my lap and perching my mouth in front of his thick shaft. I wrap my fingers delicately around it, pumping the velvet skin and watching as a bead appears at his slit. My tongue licks at it, savoring the salty pleasure. Brady’s hand comes between my shoulder blades like he’s bracing himself for what is next. I kiss his tip the leisurely part my lips for pull him into my mouth. The passionate sigh he releases has anticipating tightening my inner core.

“Was it this good?” I ask him before taking him all the way into my mouth. I let him thrust deeper, nudging down my throat. 

“No.” He admits. “It’s better now that you’re my wife.” I smile around him, then grip the base of his shaft with my hand. When my mouth and hand begin to work together, Brady groans deeply. His breathing increases and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. He presses into my back, encouraging me deeper. I do, then revel in the tortured sounds coming from his mouth. I feel the car stop, sensing we are just about to turn left into our neighborhood. “Go faster until the light turns green.” He begs. I comply, working him over quickly- sucking, licking, and squeezing. “Fuuuuuck.” He moans. A car honks behind us. Brady tugs my ponytail for me to stop. “No more until we are home. Damn, I hate saying that, but I won’t make it if you keep going.”

I pop back up, shoulders rolled back like a queen while wiping at my mouth. Brady’s hand moves to between my legs, feeling the heat radiating. He works his fingers in deeper as I spread wider for him. I grip his wrist as he teases me with the tips of his fingers, not able to get the movement he wants through my Lulu’s. 

“Hold on a bit longer, babe.” He says as he turns onto our street.

The garage door is barely open enough for the car to clear. I cringe, expecting Brady to hit it and breathe a sigh of relief when he doesn’t. When the car is in park, he pushes the button again to close. I shove my door open, meeting him on the outside. Our hands grope each other greedily. He works us backwards towards the door. He presses me hard against the wood, wrapping my knee around his waist to grind into my folds.

I reach behind me, twisting the knob so we crash into the mudroom. Brady spins us, then pulls me towards the built in oak, cubbies.

“Come here.” He demands, sitting in the middle of the built ins. I laugh, thinking of how we built these slots for our future children to have a place for their little coats and shoes.

Brady’s shorts drop to his ankles. I work myself to straddle his lap, more than ready for him to be stuffed inside of me. I grip his rigid cock so I can slide down. I glide down him, settling my thighs against his. I moan, accepting his immediate thrusting up into me. I’m so wet, him so rigid, that the feelings are electing profound moans from us both. 

“Good God.” He pants, looking up into my face as I ride him. He shoves my shirt up, pulling my sports bra down to reveal my nipple. I sob out in pleasure as he works the bud with his tongue. I reach up, gripping the metal hooks and adjusting my angle on him. 

“Yes. Oh my god, yes.” I laugh incredulously at how unbelievable it feels. I can already feel my orgasm torturing me for release. “Babe.” I warn him.

“Mmm, you’re so beautiful fucking me like this.” He insists between tugs on my nipple.

“I’m coming.” I tell him. He keeps the exact tempo I need, keeping my nipple flush against his tongue as he wiggles me to my explosive orgasm. “Fu-fuck yes.” I wail, gripping the back of his neck, my fresh manicure digging into his tan skin. “Shit.” I sob to him as my inner muscles clench tightly around him.

“God damn.” He moves his hand to the small of my back, working my hips into him until he fills me. I rut against him to help him finish completely, then collapse against his chest. 

“So our least favorite kid gets this one?” He jokes of the cubbies. 

“That’s mean…” I trail off, hot breath dancing against his t-shirt.

“Fair… maybe the one we just made then.” I smile against his skin. 

“So we are trying now?”

“I mean, you threw your birth control out of the car last night on the way home from dinner?”

“What!” I exclaim, shocked.

“Yeah, you were like… I’m ready Brady!” He mocks me with a high voice. His hand tosses over his shoulder.

“What the…” I trail off, not remembering that. “Stop letting me drink Palomas.”

“I mean, I just came in you unprotected so, I’ve done what I can on that for nine months.”

“Yeah… then I guess we are trying. Thanks drunk me.” I giggle, placing our lips together. Brady gently lifts me. I wince a bit as he slides out, my folds feeling used and a bit raw. 

“Okay?” He asks me, searching my face.

“Way better than okay.” I assure him.

“You ready for phase two?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Good. Trashy TV, couch cuddles, and take out- coming right up.”

It’s finally confirmed, I think to myself as Brady exits the mudroom to get phase 2 prepared. Being married to Brady Skjei is heaven on earth.

[mudxhoney]

i want to be sorry for writing this but i’m just not. it’s all for fun anyway.

[welllpthisishappening]

Have you got any playoff preference for any other serie that isn’t the rangers’?

Anon, I am MADE of playoff series preferences. My hate for other teams fuels me. I have thoughts, feelings, and emotions about every other team out there. So I appreciate the question, really. Because now I have a reason to share those thoughts on the internet. Fair warning, this will be long'ish.

Penguins vs. Rangers

I mean--c'mon

Bruins vs. Hurricanes

I like that they just scream MR SVECHNIKOV before games. Also, I want nice things for Brady Skjei. Someone can break Tony D'Fuckface's legs, though.

Lightning vs. Maple Leafs

Ryan McDonagh is my favorite Minnesota dad. I love him. His NYC apartment sold for a lot of money and the floorplan was the basis for Killian’s apartment in Blue Line. Also, I think it'd be real funny if the Leafs lost another series.

Panthers vs. Capitals

TJ Oshie is my favorite frat boi dad. I...have a lot of favorite dads? Apparently?

Avalanche vs. Naahville

There is a surplus of attractiveness in this series. Like, have you seen Roman Josi anon? We don't talk about Roman Josi enough. He's so good looking. But! Gabe Landeskog is also real good looking? And I like the Avs. They all seem a little in love with each other. I'm into that.

Wild vs. Blue

We wish success to former Rangers! I like that Zucc has just become a dad in Minnesota. On the ice, not real life. This was not an intentional theme. Apologies to Buch who, as a former Ranger should also get my support, but I hate Binngton's face. And that Ryan O'Reilly's very existence makes me sing that theme song.

Oilers vs. Kings

I made the Kings the villains in an 800,000 word fan fiction. So.

Stars vs. Flames

Indie writers on Twitter are starting to use real people in their canva made graphics for their books. And I was scrolling one day, saw a promo for some book with a himbo hockey playing love interest and it was just...Tyler Seguin's face. And I was like oh yeah that checks. Tyler Seguin has never had a coherent thought in his life. Don't use real people in your canva graphics. Use 'em for fic.

[torontoarenas]

my take on every trade deadline trade

as you may have heard, several trades happened today. here are my comments on all of them. just the trades that happened today, though. if you came here expecting to see my opinion on, like, Washington giving up a third-round pick for Ilya Kovalchuk, you’re outta luck, pal. that trade happened yesterday.

aw, heck, tell ya what, I’ll give you that one for free (”seems fine”). anyway, let’s get started.

Detroit trades Mike Green to Edmonton for Kyle Brodziak and a 2020 conditional fourth-round pick.

I don’t know if Mike Green is still good (though given his age and the team he’s played for in recent years, I have a pretty good guess), but at the low acquisition cost of a mid-round pick and some guy I didn’t know was still in the league, it doesn’t matter too much.

Ottawa trades Vladislav Namestnikov to Colorado for a 2021 fourth-round pick.

on its face, this is a mostly inconsequential trade, but I’d like to take this space to point out that Ottawa traded their own 2021 fourth-round pick for him earlier in the season, which means they likely downgraded a draft pick for “a few months of Vladislav Namestnikov in a lost season.” cool.

Ottawa trades Jean-Gabriel Pageau to NY Islanders for a 2020 conditional first-round pick, a 2020 second-round pick, and a 2022 conditional third-round pick.

that’s a bit rich for my blood. J.G. Pageau drives play pretty well, but he typically doesn’t score at a very high rate. what’s his shooting percentage this season, by the way? 17.8%? ok, yeah, that makes sense. I see why Lou traded a first and a second for him now, and immediately extended him for six years. look, any time you can buy high on a 27-year-old who’s shooting nearly double his career average shooting percentage and then lock him up long-term at a price point commensurate with the assumption that he will continue to produce into the future at the same rate he has this year, I guess you have to do it.

Florida trades Vincent Trocheck to Carolina for Erik Haula, Lucas Wallmark, Chase Priskie, and Eetu Luostarinen.

hmm. is there any reason why Florida would want to trade a reasonably productive, play-driving centre who’s signed at a decent cap hit for the next two seasons for a return best described as “a collection of spare parts”? is it that his on-ice save percentage this season is .877 and Dale Tallon’s a dumb guy who’s bad at his job? nah, that can’t be it. oh well, guess we’ll never know!

Montreal trades Nate Thompson to Philadelphia for a 2021 fifth-round pick.

not worth it. Thompson stinks. why give up any draft picks at all for him, even one as low as a fifth?

Toronto trades Michael Hutchinson to Colorado for Calle Rosen.

oh, hey! Calle Rosen’s back! I have no other commentary to offer re this trade.

San Jose trades Patrick Marleau to Pittsburgh for a 2021 conditional third-round pick.

hey, sure, why not. would’ve preferred to see both Marleau and Thornton join the same contender, win a Cup together, and then kiss, but I guess that’ll just remain confined to my fan-fiction. for now.

New Jersey trades Wayne Simmonds to Buffalo for a 2021 conditional fifth-round pick.

look, if you insist on lighting a draft pick on fire in the frivolous pursuit of a playoff appearance that isn’t gonna happen, it might as well only be a 2021 conditional fifth. who cares.

Anaheim trades Derek Grant to Philadelphia for Kyle Criscuolo and a 2020 conditional fourth-round pick.

I tried to have an opinion on this trade, but I just can’t muster one. sorry.

Montreal trades Michael Peca to Ottawa for Aaron Luchuk and a 2020 seventh-round pick.

in my day job as accountant, we have this phrase we like to use during audits and reviews. basically, if the balance of a given account is so small that it wouldn’t be worth our time to test it, we note that in the file by saying “trivial. no further work performed.” that’s this trade and about 70% of all trades on deadline day.

Anaheim trades Nick Ritchie to Boston for Danton Heinen.

this trade seems pretty reasonable for both sides. I don’t have much else to say about it other than “lmao remember how Don Cherry wanted the Leafs to draft Nick Ritchie instead of William Nylander”

Detroit trades Andreas Athanasiou and Ryan Kuffner to Edmonton for Sam Gagner, a 2020 second-round pick, and a 2021 second-round pick.

two seconds is a little pricey for a guy who is very bad defensively and isn’t a superstar offensively, but also the Oilers desperately need players who can score when McDavid and Draisaitl are off the ice. Athanasiou should help with that a tiny bit. I give Edmonton a grade of “not great, but mostly forgivable” and I give Detroit a pat on the back and a supportive “attaboy!” re this trade

Ottawa trades Tyler Ennis to Edmonton for a 2021 fifth-round pick.

decent low-cost pickup by Edmonton

Buffalo trades Evan Rodrigues and Conor Sheary to Pittsburgh for Dominik Kahun.

I’m puzzled. I was under the impression that Rodrigues and Sheary were both pretty good. so’s Kahun, I guess, but did Buffalo just want to shed salary? am I missing something here?

Dallas trades Emil Djuse to Florida for a 2020 sixth-round pick.

who

New Jersey trades Louis Domingue to Vancouver for Zane McIntyre.

trivial. no further work performed.

Philadelphia trades T.J. Brennan to Chicago for Nathan Noel.

hey! T.J. Brennan’s still kickin’ around! neat!

Montreal trades Nick Cousins to Vegas for a 2021 fourth-round pick.

hey, sure, why not.

Columbus trades Markus Hannakainen to Arizona for a 2020 conditional seventh-round pick.

trivial. no further work performed.

Anaheim trades Daniel Sprong to Washington for Christian Djoos.

I hope Sprong can earn a permanent NHL job some time soon and retroactively prove me right for wanting the Leafs to draft him back in 2015

Anaheim trades Korbinian Holzer to Nashville for Matt Irwin and a 2022 sixth-round pick.

Holzer was a sub-replacement-level defender for the Leafs five years ago. how on Earth is he still in the league and why is anyone trading for him?

Los Angeles trades Derek Forbort to Calgary for a 2021 conditional fourth-round pick.

♫ some things you do for money / and some you do Forbort bort bort ♫

hope you liked that joke because it’s the only thing I can think of to say about Derek Forbort 

Columbus trades Sonny Milano to Anaheim for Devin Shore.

Devin Shore plays the same position as Sonny Milano and is older, more expensive, and not a clear improvement. not sure why Columbus would make this trade, but it doesn’t really matter all that much

San Jose trades Barclay Goodrow and a 2020 third-round pick to Tampa Bay for Anthony Greco and a 2020 first-round pick.

wait a minute Tampa Bay traded WHAT for Barclay Goodrow?!

Chicago trades Erik Gustafsson to Calgary for a 2020 conditional third-round pick.

yet another trade that makes me shrug my shoulders and say “hey, sure, why not”

Calgary trades Brandon Davidson to San Jose for future considerations.

“future considerations” is a lovely euphemism for “nothing,” don’t you think? I wish it had more applications outside the sporting world

New Jersey trades Sami Vatanen to Carolina for Frederik Claesson, Janne Kuokkanen, and a 2020 conditional fourth-round pick.

say it with me now: hey, sure, why not

Toronto trades Jordan Schmaltz to NY Islanders for Matt Lorito.

trivial. no further work performed.

Three-way trade between Chicago, Toronto, and Vegas: Chicago receives Malcolm Subban, Slava Demin, and a 2020 second-round pick from Vegas; Toronto receives a 2020 fifth-round pick from Vegas; and Vegas receives Robin Lehner and Martins Dzierkals.

this is a great trade for Vegas. they’re a dominant team at 5v5, but their undoing this season has been wretched goaltending from Marc-André Fleury and Malcolm Subban. Robin Lehner’s been much better than those guys, obviously, so it makes perfect sense. I feel much better about my earlier prediction that Vegas would make the 2020 Stanley Cup Final now.

in addition, I’m impressed that Stan Bowman was able to recognize that his team stinks and, therefore, holding onto Lehner past the deadline would’ve been pointless. congrats to him.

from the Leafs’ perspective, getting a fifth-round pick for eating a little bit of salary ain’t bad either.

Edmonton trades Joel Persson to Anaheim for Angus Redmond and a 2022 conditional seventh-round pick.

trivial. no further work performed.

NY Rangers trade Brady Skjei to Carolina for a 2020 conditional first-round pick.

I dunno if Brady Skjei moves the needle enough to be worth giving up a first-round pick, but it’s far from the most egregious asset management I’ve ever seen

[ladylooch]

I cannot stop thinking about waking up the morning after a long night full of very steamy sexual activities with Brady, and him just being so sweet and affectionate like isn't it the cutest

I'm down bad for Brady Skjei

A/N: This is a productive use of your brain capacity. I approve! I totally agree there is something about him that is... just... HOT. Like, fuck me sideways HOT.

I immediately went to a night after you tried some experimental things in the bedroom. Like maybe it was a little rough and wild, but tbh use your imagination. He wakes up and wants to make sure you’re okay/don’t have regrets. 

Word Count: 536

Warnings: Implied smut, swearing

Fingers rub along the bare skin of your abdomen on a Winter morning in North Carolina. It’s cold this morning, even below freezing, and the chill coming from the windows seeps beneath the sheets, puckering your skin. The feather light touches aren’t helping either. A shiver rolls down your spine and you slide back, pushing your butt further into the hips behind you.

A soft grunt of appreciation moves your hair. Those fingers on your abdomen run up further, then dance across the Hurricanes logo on your chest. 

“Wake up.” Brady murmurs. 

“I’m up.” You say back to him. Your voice sounds shy even to your ears. Probably because of the various touches Brady’s fingers remind you of. Words and noises and positions happened last night that you’ve never done together before. Ignited by two bottles of red wine and a bubble bath, you two indulged in each other well into the early hours of this morning. As if on cue, a dull ache settles between your legs as you move to stretch your calves. 

“Good, I miss you.” He says against the back of your neck. He moves your hair away, letting his generous lips wet the surface. He presses into your stomach so he can enjoy the friction of your cheeks against him. “Last night…” He trails off with a moan.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You gonna let me do those things to you again?” His teeth scrape against your shoulder. Your eyes close, melting further into his body with a content sigh.

“Mmm, depends?”

“On?” His voice is desperate.

“If you make me bacon for breakfast.” He smiles, like it’s easy. Then his grin falls in despair.

“We don’t have any in the fridge.”

“Freezer?” You’re hopeful, wishing you had thought of something you knew you had like coffee.

“Maybe, but if we don’t I’ll run to the store.” You laugh at the determined look that takes over his face. 

“Mmm, I don’t know if that’s going to work.”

“Babe.” He whines, almost choking on his breath. “Don’t do this to me.” Your body shakes with your laughter.

“You’re so weak, Skjei.”

“I’ll be anything you want me to be if it means I get to have all of that again.”

“Start with the bacon.” You joke, rolling to get off the bed. You stretch your arms above your head, a moan coming from your throat at the feeling of your muscles releasing. Brady rises too, watching the way your shirt rides up, giving him little peaks of skin. 

“Hey.” He stops you with a hand around your hip at the bedroom door, nudging his thick thigh in front of you to halt your progress. He leans his forehead close to yours, looking deep into your eyes. “Last night was okay?”

“Way better than okay, Brads.” You confirm, pressing your mouth to his. His hands glue you to his body. “I want all of that with you again.” He grins, pleased with your respond.

“Later. But first, bacon!” He cheers, ducking down to throw a shoulder into your thighs, tossing you so you hang down his back. You smack his ass hard as he moves down the stairs, your hair dragging across the carpeted stairs with each bounce.

[ladylooch]

Hi love! So I'm back on my Brady Skjei train again and I wanted to ask, could you write a Brady Skjei smut where the reader is feeling like a tease and decides to tie him up and not let him touch her, wich drives him crazy.

I'm deeply sorry for this filthy thought but I just can't help myself😭

A/N: 😳 Welp. We got a little unhinged again.. Enjoy! Hahaha! Thank you for being so patient! I know this took a little longer than usual 😘

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, light bondage, swearing.

Everything is soft.

The tie in your hands. Brady’s skin against your fingers. The way your lips move against the skin of his shoulder.

“You trust me?” You ask against his ear, looping the tie through one final time. His wrists are crossed behind the wood, dining room chair you and your friend had found at an estate sale down in Holly Springs right after you moved with Brady to North Carolina. You never imagined it being used like this.

“Always.” He answers, voice low, coating your skin with each touch of his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

You reach out, running your fingers along his large arms, biceps and triceps taunt with the position he is in. You let the last tie of Brady’s come up to hide his brown eyes from the world. You tie it snug enough that it won’t come off, but tight enough that it will slide down with only a pull from one finger. Brady sighs when he hears you move from behind him. You run your fingers along the definition of his shoulder, dipping to glide along his collar bone. Goosebumps protrude from his skin. You follow them down his chest to his abdomen, soaking them in there before disappearing beneath the tent in his pants.

The heels of your red pumps tap the wood floor as you straddle him. They’re high, needing the extra inches to help propel you over Brady’s large legs when things really get started. Your thighs settle on his. He tilts his head back, inhaling a deep breath to catch the flowery scent of your perfume.

“I love that scent on you.” He says. You know this because you save it for special occasions like this. Like when your fiancé makes it to the Eastern Conference Finals for the first time in his career. He should be celebrated. And worshiped.

“Do you?” You ask him against his lips, enjoying how he nibbles back at you immediately. You slide your tongue into his mouth, swirling it about to taste every last bit of him. Your hips press further into his erection, causing him to hum into your mouth. 

“Yeah. Smells better mixed with your cum.” A coy grin stretches your mouth wider, and you nip at his lip, pulling it away just to watch it snap back into place against his bottom teeth. “Filthy.”

“Haven’t even started.” You tell him, moving one leg between his so you can roll your folds against his thigh. You get slick from the effort, giving in to the desire to ride him a few more times before pushing off him completely.

“Come back. Wanna see where that leads to.” He whines, struggling a bit against the ties at his back. His nostrils are flaring and a wet spot is appearing on his boxer briefs. 

You don’t respond. Just slowly lower yourself to the floor. You push his knees further apart to accept your full body between them. Then, you ghost your fingers along his hard erection. He startles a bit, then grunts in frustration when you purposefully stroke his abdomen next.

“Don’t forget, it’s your turn to be tied up next time.” It’s a warning. A reminder of what will happen to you if you prolong him much longer.

“I haven’t.”

“Pay back is a bitch, baby.”

You laugh as you pull the band of his underwear away. His cock springs free. You sigh heavenly at the visual, wrapping the warm, hard skin in your hand and giving him a pump. He pulses as you coast the wet tip along the seam of your lips. You inhale the smell of him, savoring the familiar scent of his clean skin. Your mouth opens, sliding down him leisurely as he squirms beneath you. He tries to pump his hips up and you press down on his large thighs, removing your mouth again.

“B, you know the rules.” You scold lightly, a sick smirk on your face at how needy he is becoming in your control.

“I hate how much you’re talking. Your mouth should be full.”

You laugh, appreciating the banter as you position him by your mouth again. You press kisses all along his shaft, feeling the way he hardens further at each one of your presses. It seems almost painful for him when you put him back in your mouth.

“Yes, baby. Fuck.” He moans deep in his throat. “Uh.” He sputters shakily as you take him all the way back, touching places he never has before. You moan around him, using the vibrations to tease him as he diligently presses his thighs deeper into the wood chair beneath him. You brace yourself on his thighs, standing tall on your knees as you begin to suck him harder. Your hand comes up, working in perfect sync with your mouth as you pull beads of pre-cum out with each stroke. His head is knocked back towards the ceiling, mouth wide open as his noisy pleasure fills the room. “Too close. Too close.” Brady sputters suddenly. You slowly pull yourself off of him, getting a gurgling grunt from the blindfolded man beneath you.

You’re fine with that being over. At this point, you’re so wet and desperate for Brady to be stuffed inside, you don’t care much about teasing him anymore. You work your way back to straddling his hips, brushing him through your folds before gently sinking him into your entrance. You close your eyes, wanting only to feel it, just like Brady. He stretches you, but it’s welcomed. You control the depth, allowing him in a few inches before easing back off. You do this twice more, before you take him fully. Your bare thighs slap harshly together with your next bounce on him.

“Fuck… yes….” Brady pants, chest heaving and brushing against your perky nipples as you begin to ride him steadily. He struggles against the ties as he always does when it’s his turn. He wants to hold you, guide your hips with every thrust, indulge in the way your hips rolls perfectly while you fuck him.

You place your hands on his shoulders for leverage. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor as you ride him fills the room along with both your moans.

“God, I bet you look so good right now. Wet lips, tits bouncing, open mouth while you make me fuck you deep.”

“You wanna see?” You ask him. You’re feeling generous after all.

“Yeah.”

You move the blindfold off and your gazes meet as you feel your orgasm coiling tighter.

“Oh, you’re already so close.” His eyes drink your face in, lip smashed between his teeth. He looks so hot. So sexy and passionate as you moans with every thrust. “Good job, baby. Fuck me just like that.” He begs. 

Usually at this time, you untie him so he can pound forcefully into you, but tonight, you want to prolog this another few moments. You want to see what happens when you keep him tied up, riding him the whole time. So you do.

He’s so polite he still helps.

“Stand slightly.” His thighs thrust up into you as much as they can. It’s just enough to have you shuttering above him, legs shaking while trying to maintain the position. “Cum for me, baby. Just like you want to.” He coos, eyes on your face. You stare back at him, loving the eye contact with the absence of his hands on you. Your hands slap his shoulders, fingernails gripping tightly to hold you steady as your orgasm explodes from far down in your core. You sit down on him, forcing your hips to roll and rut with him deep inside of you to finish. 

Brady cums too, tip seeping with each forceful pulse from within your wet, contracting walls.

You rest your forehead sluggishly on his shoulder, both of you panting heavily. A thin sheen of sweat clings to you, making your thigh stick to Brady’s. He turns his face into your cheek, puckering his lips against your red flesh.

“Untie me so I can hold you.” Without getting up, you reach down to his wrists, pulling the ties until they give. His hands are on your back instantly, one low to hold your hips flush against his, the other at your neck, massaging your muscles as your head stays against him.

His lips continue to press soft kisses against your face. Finally, you turn, capturing the last one in a tender, almost painful, smooch. Your hand comes to his face, the stubble there scratching at your smooth palm. His fingers move into your hair, holding your head as his tongue glides against yours.

“One more time? So I can touch you everywhere?” He whispers against your lips. 

You smile beneath his kiss, letting him pick you up.

He kicks off his pants and underwear, leaving them and the ties behind as tomorrow mornings problem.