a gavin mckenna smut after the draft??
GM72.||gavin mckenna.
smut.
gavin’s reward after draft.
“How are you feeling, Mr. McKenna?” I giggled, lightly touching his shoulder as we walked next to each other out toward the Uber we had booked. His family had left for the hotel a while ago, but I had just kind prevented myself from leaving, lingering around the draft venue to soak up every second of his big moment.
“I feel like I haven't seen you all night,” Gavin murmured. He stopped right by the front exit doors, looking down at me with tired but incredibly happy eyes before pulling me into a warm, enveloping hug.
“I know, baby. You're a busy man on draft day,” I said softly, scratching the back of his head as we finally pulled away to head out into the cool night air.
Once we got into the back of the Uber, the exhaustion of the day finally seemed to hit him. Gavin leaned his head heavily on my shoulder, closing his eyes. His hand found mine, and he spent the entire drive up to the hotel absentmindedly playing with the bracelet he had bought for my wrist, his thumb brushing against my skin.
The moment we stepped inside the hotel room, he plopped straight down on the mattress, stretching his long limbs out with a deep sigh. I giggled, kneeling down at the edge of the bed to unlace his shoes and slide them off for him.
“Just because I got drafted number one overall doesn’t mean you need to take my shoes off for me,” Gavin said, turning his neck to look at me with a lazy, affectionate smile. “I’m still your same Gavin.”
“I know, baby. I’m just helping you out,” I laughed, crawling up the mattress to wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly against the pillows.
“Let’s go shower and get into bed,” I murmured against his cheek, pressing a soft kiss there.
After a quick, relaxing shower, we changed out of our formal clothes. Gavin got under the covers in just his boxers, while I slipped into one of his oversized t-shirts. Instead of just lying down next to him, I climbed on top, straddling his lap as he sat propped up.
“You looked so handsome all night. I think blue is definitely your color,” I smiled, slowly running my nails in gentle patterns across his bare chest.
“Blue is your color, too, so I’m excited to see you in it,” he countered smoothly, a sleepy smirk playing on his lips. Gavin always had an effortless way with his words, knowing exactly how to make my heart race.
I blushed, looking down at him before shifting off his lap for a brief second. I grabbed the draft jersey resting on the chair and handed it over to him.
“What’s this for?” he asked, yawning as he took the fabric, letting it drop over his chest.
“Put it on. I wanna ride the number one overall draft pick,” I whispered, a playful spark in my eyes as I lightly tugged at the waistband of his boxers.
He bit his lip, the sleepiness instantly vanishing from his expression. He slid the jersey over his head and leaned back against the headboard, watching me intensely. Before climbing back onto him, I grabbed the fresh Maple Leafs hat off the dresser and placed it backward on my head, then slowly slid onto his lap.
“Ugh, fuck,” he cursed under his breath, his eyes darkening as I began to move against him.
“So proud of you... you always make me so proud,” I gasped out, bouncing gently on his lap. Gavin’s hands immediately found my body, one gripping my hip tightly to guide my rhythm, while the other pulled the oversized shirt completely over my head, carefully making sure not to knock the hat off.
His grip shifted, one hand anchoring on my waist and the other cupping my breast as a soft moan escaped my lips.
“Look how handsome you are,” I bit my lip, staring down at him in the dim hotel lighting. His head dropped back against the headboard, exposing his throat and giving me perfect access. I leaned down, pressing open-mouthed, breathless kisses along his jawline and down his neck.
Eventually, my pace slowed as the exhaustion of the long emotional day caught up to me.
“Put it on, Mrs. McKenna,” he smiled against my skin. He pulled the jersey up over his own head and guided it over my arms, dressing me in it.
“My last name’s not McKenna, baby,” I laughed softly, adjusting the hat onto his head this time.
“You will be,” he promised darkly.
With a low growl, he gripped my hips and helped me turn around, guiding me effortlessly into reverse cowgirl. His last name stretched big and bold across my back as he lifted himself up and slid deep inside, thrusting up into me with a desperate, heavy rhythm.
“This is going to be a long night,” he groaned, and I could only moan in return, gripping the sheets as the celebration truly began.
first gavin fic so cuteee.
