NHL Smut/fanfiction

Conner McDavid

It was a Saturday night, and you were alone in your house. You and your boyfriend, Conner McDavid, had broken up a month ago. You had felt better about it, but you still felt alone. You put on a movie and cuddled up under a blanket, desperate for the weekend to end so you could focus on work once more. An hour or so goes by, then you hear a knock on the door. It was raining hard outside, and the night air was cold in Edmonton. You hurry over to the door. Once opened it revealed a soaking wet Conner.

"Conner!" you exclaimed, staring at him, "What are you doing out here? It's freezing and raining! Come inside" You ushered him inside. He left a trail of water from his soaking clothes. "Let me get you some new clothes, your probably freezing" He stood awkwardly in the doorway while you got him some dry grey sweats and a black tee shirt. He never came to get his things after the breakup, so you had them sitting in the back of your closet. He walked over to the bathroom to change. You made some hot cocoa in the mean time, hoping that might help warm him up. He came out of the bathroom, holding his wet clothes. "You can put those in the dryer, you remember where it is?" He simply nods to you and walks down the hall to the laundry room. You pour him a cup of cocoa for when he returns. He comes back and sits at the island in the kitchen. You hand him the cocoa and sit next to him.

"I didn't mean to randomly show up at your door," He started, avoiding eye contact with you, "I mean I did but not right now. I was gonna wait." He seemed really nervous. It was odd having him in your house after not seeing him for a month.

"Its okay," You say, looking at him softly, "Why are you here though?" You were wearing a bath robe with shorts and a sports bra underneath.

"I wanted to talk to you," he whispers, "I'm sorry about our breakup. I miss your presence in my life." You were confused. He had broken up with you because he claimed that he wasn't focused enough on his career, and that absolutely broke your heart because you always made sacrifices for him. 

"Conner..." you started, but he cut you off.

"No, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you away." He said, finally looking at you, "I should've been there. I know you always put me first, and I should've done that for you. I don't have any good excuses. I just want to talk to you again, we don't have to be together." You stroked his back with your hand. You couldn't tell if he had really changed, or if he was just as lonely as you were.

"Conner, its okay," You were still stroking his back, "Everyone needs to make sacrifices for the things they love. I appreciate that you took your time to apologize to me. But I don't want to create a relationship, romantic or not, with someone who doesn't have enough time or willpower to keep things positive." His eyes hadn't left your face. 

"I want to have something with you. Anything." He was practically begging. He took your hand of his back and held it in his. "I'm still so in love with you, y/n. I can't forgive myself for hurting you. I wish I could go back and change the way I acted. I was so dumb and selfish, when all you ever were was selfless. And I can't listen to music without thinking of you." You had no reaction, you didn't know how to feel. On one hand you missed him deeply, but he hurt you so bad. You knew that his career meant a lot to him, and you wanted to always be there for him when he was done. But he picked a sport over you. One that he was extremely good at. You were mad, but you came to terms with it eventually, like you said before, everyone has to make sacrifices for the things they love. 

"I miss you too," You began, looking into his sad eyes, "but I'm not ready to have something other than friendship yet. I'm not sure if you understand how badly you hurt me. You picked a sport over me that I had always supported you through. I loved you after all your shitty games and when you got injured, yet you still picked it over me. I need time to get over that." He nodded, clearly understanding where you were coming from. 

"I'm sorry" He said, letting go of your hand. You pulled your hands into your lap.

"It's really late, I suppose you can spend the night in the guest bedroom." You said, standing up. He nodded. He stood up. 

"Thank you" he said before heading off "goodnight". 

"Night Conner" You finished cleaning up, then headed off to your own room, thinking about what your future relationship with him might hold.