Chapter Summary: It's the morning after the night before
Warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, non-con, dark elements, drugging, mentions of smut
Please do not read or engage if you are below the age of 18
All mistakes are my own.
You woke with a groan of discomfort. The friction between the soft sheets and your bottom feeling like a small fire. Rolling over to find some modicum of relief, you miraculously discovered you were once again alone.
Memories of last night’s events flooded your mind; screaming with pleasure, begging your captors for relief, giving in to their demands. You buried your head in the pillow and let out a howl of frustration. The fact your body, even now was even betraying you with the little flutter at your core, at the mere reminiscence of pleasure, was a crushing blow.
“Traitor,” you muttered quietly.
Why couldn’t you have just sucked up the punishment like the grown-ass women you were? Why did you have to kowtow to them? But you knew that answer already. Part of you wanted them. The glimpse of pleasure they could give you, left you wondering about the heights they could take you to. You would bet all the money in the world neither of them was lacking in that department, you’d felt the evidence of Steve’s endowment against your back several times. Spending time at the gym with Bucky had left you with some inkling of exactly what he was working with.
There was some undeniable thing simmering underneath the surface. An air of inevitability. Going forward it was going to be much harder to deny, to keep yourself at arm’s length. It felt much more tangible with Bucky, but those hours spent with Steve in the bath had left a lasting impression too. What worried you was the risk that this would become more than a purely physical connection.
Apart from your spanking, they hadn’t hurt you in anyway. In fact, you had been looked after better now, than when you’d been a child. Gone were the everyday worries you faced about money, finding that special someone, even the future to a certain extent. Could that kind of security be a reason to overlook the fact you’d been forced into this position?
You shook your head, furious that you were falling into some state on contentment.
“You’re their prisoner. They’ve kidnapped you. You don’t want to be here.”
By the time you get downstairs you had just about convinced yourself that you still hated the pair of them. You walked, barefooted into the empty kitchen and start getting yourself something to eat, wearing only the t-shirt from last night and a pair of loose fittings boxers you had found in a draw in the room. You weren’t 100% sure whose they were but they were the only thing you could think of that wouldn’t irritate your ass.
You felt half relieved and half anxious at the fact that neither Steve nor Bucky were present. Thinking on it, there wasn’t a moment since you had arrived that you’d really been alone downstairs in the house. As you sipped your coffee, sat at the table on a cushion pinched from the sofa, you studied the place. It was warm and homely, but the chilling realisation was that it seemed to be built with you in mind. There were little bits of you everywhere, from the stacks of books written by your favourite authors, colour accents like those you had used to decorate your flat.
Footsteps coming up from the basement gym snapped you out of your thoughts. Steve and Bucky, dripping with sweat, were talking in hushed tones. Bucky said something to Steve who chuckled silently. Bucky spotted you and stopped at the top of the stairs and Steve bumped straight into him, sending him stumbling forward. He just about managed to stop himself from falling flat on his face, Steve laughing loudly now at his best friend who was looking mightily embarrassed.
“Sorry, Buck” Steve managed get out between his next burst of laughter.
You couldn’t help but join in when Bucky himself shook his head and joined in. The light-hearted moment shared between the three of you helped diffuse the awkwardness you were expecting the morning after the night before.
“We were just saying we were thinking of driving into town later to get some groceries for dinner tonight.” Steve said once he had caught his breath back.
Reality came crashing back, they were going to leave you locked in your beautifully prepared cell whilst they went out to the real world beyond you reach.
They could clearly read this thought on your face.
“We meant all of us you know, the three of us.” Steve said softly.
“What?”
“We’re all going out, if you want?” Steve walked over to you, thumb tilting your face up so you were looking at him. “You’ve been good and I’m sure you’d like some fresh air and the chance to pick up anything you need.”
You nodded, head still in his hand.
He dropped a kiss to your forehead and dropped his hand. “Good girl. We’re setting off in 20 minutes, me and Buck just need to freshen up, should give you a chance to change.” You could see amusement in his eyes when he clocked the boxers you were wearing, making you realise they must be his.
“The only thing that didn’t hurt,” you muttered to yourself in embarrassment.
“Just for reference, mine are in the second draw down, for next time,” Bucky patted your shoulder and winked at you as he walked passed. You couldn’t help but shake your head at him. “Also, I would get a shift on, you know who,” he pointed to where Steve had just gone into the bedroom, “can’t stand being late”.
As you watched Bucky walk upstairs you let out a huff of frustration. So much for showing them that you weren’t going to be the docile prisoner. It ends now. And you knew just how you were going to take back some semblance of control.
Warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, non-con, dark elements, drugging, smut from below the cut, oral (female receiving), bad language words
Please do not read or engage if you are below the age of 18
A/N: Soooo it might have been 3 years since the last update. Ooops, stopped writing for a long time and kind of want to feel my way back into it. Sorry!
All mistakes are my own.
“I can’t. I can’t. Please… Please,” the final word came out as a scream as another orgasm tore through your body. Steve ignored your pleas, continuing his assault on your overstimulated core. His tongue toying with your engorged clit, two fingers curling inside your heat, hitting that soft spongey spot that had you keening.
“You’re doing so well for us,” Bucky cooed in your ear, before brushing a damp piece of hair away from your forehead. His lips gently kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin on your neck. You couldn’t help but tremble against him, your back pressed against his chest, legs hooked over his as he sat on the bed, holding you wide open for Steve.
You’d lost control of your own body. Even if you wanted to move you couldn’t, your limbs were useless in your fucked out state. It was impossible to count the number of times you’d come. Bucky had gone first, and Steve was now making the most of his turn.
“Is our girl gonna’ give us one more?” Steve lifted his head briefly to admire his and Bucky’s work; taking in how you were biting your lower lip trying to hold back little gasps following your last high, the way your t-shirt was stuck to your heaving chest. Steve was painfully hard, and he knew Bucky would be too. He was finding it increasingly challenging to stop himself rutting into the bed and coming in his pants like a teenage boy. But this wasn’t about him or Bucky, it was about rewarding you for taking your punishment so well.
Steve, removed his fingers from your quivering core and pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger. “I asked you a question, Doll.”
“Yes,” you cried. Steve pinched a little harder, not satisfied with the answer. “Yes, Steve. I’ll do it, I’ll do it. Please.”
“Good girl,” Steve hummed, dropping his head down so he could feast on your pussy again.
He licked a stripe through your folds, smirking as he tasted the evidence of his work. Quickly he worked, bringing you once again to a precipice that felt impossible. Never in your life had a man, never mind two, brought you such pleasure that it nearly felt painful.
You shuddered when it finally hit you, mouth falling open in a silent scream. As your walls clenched around nothing, Steve lapped at your gushing release, his thumb gently pressing against your pulsing bud, prolonging your pleasure.
Bucky was whispering soothing words of praise the whole while. “So fucking beautiful.”
Steve lifted his head, his face, beard glistening with your juices. “You were right Buck, best meal in the whole damn world.”
Bucky grinned then looked down at you. Your eyes closing, exhausted by the onslaught of the two men. “Best get her cleaned up and let her sleep.”
“Yeah, I got it.” Steve got up and went to fetch a washcloth.
You stirred a little as Steve cleaned up your swollen core. Bucky lifted you from his lap and placed you gently on the bed. He pulled off your sweat-soaked t-shirt and placed you in the clean one Steve handed him. They arranged you in bed to keep your ass from taking your weight, knowing that in the morning it would be sore as hell.
Once they finished, they watched you for a second. “I didn’t think she could be this prefect,” Steve whispered.
Bucky clapped his hand on his best friends back. “I know punk, but don’t count on this lasting. She ain’t gonna be so compliant when she can’t sit down tomorrow or when she realises she let us in, even if it was only briefly.”
“Oh, I know, but we always win eventually, right?”
Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!steve rogers x female reader (Cappy x bug)
Warnings: idiots in like, banter, innuendos, teasing- lots of teasing, explicit language (must be 18+)
Word Count: 2.3K
A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
Cappy and bug: hockey AU
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
"Bug?" Cappy answered the call after the second ring, "you OK?"
"I won't take money from Mary" you exhaled, chewing at your thumbnail as you sat cross-legged in your bed. Your room was pitch black, save the light from your phone screen. You finally gave in and called Cappy after you had been tossing and turning for nearly an hour.
"...um... good?" Steve laughed, getting up from the living room couch and making his way towards the stairs.
"Cappy... where are you going? It's your turn" you heard a women's voice whining in the background.
"You're busy" you exhaled, rolling your eyes, "I shouldn't have called."
"No, bug! I'm glad you called" you could picture Cappy's warm smile, "that's... nothing. It's movie and game night and some friends of the guys came over."
"It's almost 2am..." you frowned.
"Yeah" Steve agreed, making his way up the steps to his room.
"On a Wednesday" you added.
"Yup" he confirmed.
"You do movie and game nights until 2am on Wednesdays?" you asked, "what about classes or practice?"
"The team has late start on Thursday's" Steve said, pushing his bedroom door open and finding Gretzky curled up on his bed. Steve crossed the room before sinking down gently next to the small sleeping cat.
"Everyone on the team?" you asked.
"Everyone on the team" he confirmed, smiling into his phone, "you could come sometime" he offered, "if you're really that worried about our sleep habits..."
"I wasn't..." you huffed before Steve cut you off.
"I'd definitely stay in bed if you tucked me in..." you could almost hear his eyebrows waggle while he mercilessly flirted.
"Meatball" you rolled your eyes, fighting the urge to smirk at his ridiculousness.
"OK..." Steve shrugged, "But seriously" his laugh was warm before he cleared his throat, "you could come over for a movie night... the rest of the team would be here... not just me... it would be nice."
"No thanks" you said, shooting him down -too quickly- before thinking better of it, "but... it's not... I don't... I mean..." your exhale was heavy, struggling to find the words, "I don't hate you."
"Good to know" he laughed, "if you change your mind, next week's movie night is Gremlins."
"Gremlins?" you snorted, "that weird 80s movie with the gerbil things?"
"They’re called Mogwai" Steve corrected, laughing, "it's Storm's favorite movie from when he was a kid... I picked Goonies for mine..."
"Oh... well I guess that's kinda cool" you smirked.
There was a long beat, but it was a comfortable quiet.
"So... what's up, ladybug?" Steve finally asked, breaking the silence.
"I... couldn't sleep" you said, narrowing your brows as you faltered for only a second at the new term of endearment, "I know you're trying to be nice... but I won't take Mary's money..."
"You keep saying that" Steve's brows furrowed with confusion.
"Well... it's true..." you were determined.
"Bug... can ya help me out here?" Cappy quipped, "I know that beautiful brain of yours is a lot bigger than mine... but I'm not following."
You felt your cheeks heat as you ducked your face, resting your cheekbone on your knuckles and smiling so hard it made your face hurt.
"Oh... uh... yeah" you sputtered, "well, Frank said the team raised money for Mary last year. If the adoption drive is taking away from fundraising for Mary, I don't want to do it... I won't" you clarified.
"Is that it?" Steve's voice was warm, sighing with relief.
"Well... yeah" you said, "I couldn't sleep."
"You in bed, bug?" that peaked his interest.
"Yes" you said, rolling your eyes at his suggestive tone.
"Me too" he smirked, hooking an arm under his head as he leaned back on his pillow.
"If you ask me what I'm wearing... I'm gonna hang up on you" you threatened.
"The fundraiser won't be taking any money from the fund we have set up for Mary" Steve clarified, smirking at your empty threat.
"Good" you sighed, relief rolling through your body as you sank back into your bed, eyelids feeling heavier, "thank you..."
"No problem, sweetheart" Steve's bedroom voice had a low timbre to it that made you shiver, "I'll talk to you to..." he started.
"Did you remember the shirts?" you interrupted his goodbye.
"Yes, I remembered the shirts" he smiled, "but I got something tomorrow morning so I asked Sam if he could run them over to your place" Steve said.
"OK... I have a class at 10, but I'll be here before then" you confirmed.
"Yup, already told him he needs to be there at 9 to catch you before you leave" Steve said.
"How did you..." you started to ask, fighting back a yawn.
"Your itinerary" Steve smiled, "you added your schedule in case we needed you... I gave you mine too... on a post it in your new planner."
"I saw that" a small smile spread across your face, "along with your hockey schedule- dates and times of all your games... you even let me know when you'd be away."
"Well... I figured you'd want to know for when I ask you on a date" Steve's laugh made your heart flutter.
"Who said we're going on a date?" you goaded.
"Well... hopefully you" Steve laughed, "I've got a five step plan to win you over..."
"That's nice" you sighed, only half hearing him as you started to drift off.
"Night, bug" Steve murmured into the phone.
"Wait!" you rolled over on your side, not wanting to end the call just yet as you cradled the phone gently to your ear, "will you tell me something? Tell me something about Cappy that not many people know..."
"Like what?" he laughed.
"Something you don't use to impress" you smirked, chewing your bottom lip.
"Ummmm... l dunno... I hate peas" he laughed.
"Boo... everyone hates peas" your words were slightly slurred with sleep.
"You're cute" Steve's voice was so soft you almost missed it.
"You're cute" you shot back sleepily before your eyes snapped open, "I mean... I..."
"You think I'm cute" Steve teased.
"No" you chirped, "I was half asleep!"
"You think I'm cute... no take backs..." Steve continued taunting.
"I'm hanging up" you said, half-heartedly.
"No!" Steve laughed, "OK… OK… something no one knows about me? Um... I was a really sick kid... like really sick" he offered, "bad asthma and always had that croupy kinda cough. But my Ma's a nurse and took me to the best doctors around. They told her to try cold air in the winter when my croup got real bad. It's how I started skating when I was around 3... and then I got stronger and started hockey when I was a little older" Steve said.
"Wow... Mr beefcake meatball? A sickly kid? I would have never guessed" you teased affectionately.
"Yeah, hockey's made my lungs stronger. I still have exercise induced asthma but it only gets real bad if I gotta do shifts back-to-back" Steve said.
"You learned how to skate when you were 3?" you sounded a little shocked.
"Yup" Cappy shrugged.
"I don't know how to skate" you yawned.
"Well, we're gonna have to change that" Steve smiled.
"You wanna teach me how how to skate?" you snorted with laughter.
"Yeah" he shrugged, sitting up and leaning against the wall.
"I can't picture you teaching anyone how to skate" you laughed.
"Hey... I've helped out at mini mite camps back home" he said, "I'm gonna teach Mary too" he continued, "gonna get her her first pair of skates... and no figure skates, hockey skates."
"Can Mary even walk?" you smiled, your stomach doing a flip at how cute Steve was with Frank's niece.
"She's crawling and pulling up on the coffee table" Steve said, "she'll be ready soon."
"That’ll be cute" you smiled into the phone.
"You can come watch" Steve offered, "if you want... I can teach you both..."
"Frank wouldn't mind?" you asked.
"Not at all... Frank really likes you... he's never that... not cranky" Steve said with a laugh.
"He likes me?" you smirked, "maybe you could... give him my number..." you goaded.
"Really?" Cappy huffed, not sure if you were serious or not.
"Yeah... I mean he's really cute" you smirked, "and then there's Mary" you teased.
"But I introduced you to Mary!" Steve grumbled.
"You think Frank would teach me how to skate?" you were just being mean now.
"Really?" Cappy's voice went up an octave.
"No... you doofus! I'm messing with you" a fit of sleepy giggles followed before you added, "as much as I know I'll regret it... I kinda have my eye on another meatball" your heart was kicking against your ribcage.
"I knew it" Cappy sat up, pumping a fist into the air as he jumped up from his bed, scaring Gretzky in the process, and doing his go-to goal celly.
"Don't ruin it" you whined, rolling your eyes as you laughed at the image of him celebrating around his room.
"So... you wanna come over after the game this weekend?" his excitement with palpable.
"Won't Bonnie or any of your other adoring fans be disappointed?" you smirked.
"No" Steve shrugged sitting back down on his bed before his tone dropped serious, "I'm not seeing anyone. Frank wasn't lying... I haven't had a girl over since that night."
"Bully for you" you voice was dripping with sarcasm, "you know that's not really an accomplishment, right? Most people aren't bedding a new person every night..."
"Bedding a new person" Steve snorted.
"What?" you frowned.
"Nothing... I just like the way you talk..." he smiled, "you remind me of Frank."
"I remind you of your best friend?" you asked, "isn't that weird?"
"No" Steve shrugged, "I kinda like it."
"So... say I do come over... what will we do?" you asked, "I'm not showering with you..."
"Like just this weekend or ever?" Steve asked.
"What?" you squeaked.
"You'd never shower with me?" Steve smirked.
"What?... I... no" you felt your cheeks flush with warmth.
"Never?" he pressed, "not even if you were my girlfriend?"
"When was the last time you had a girlfriend?" you scoffed.
"I don't know..." Cappy said, "when was the last time you had a boyfriend?"
"About a year ago" you said, "he... it was long distance and just didn't work out. He said I didn't make enough time for him... that I wasn't a good girlfriend."
"Hmmm" Steve's tone didn't give much away.
"What?" you chirped, embarrassed at your lack-of-sleep induced overshare.
"I think you'd make a good girlfriend" he said it so matter-of-factly that it made your stomach flip.
"How would you even know?" you smiled bashfully, rubbing at your tired eyes with the back of your hand.
"Only one way to find out" Steve smirked.
"Oh... you're good" you scoffed, "gross... you’re too good at that" you cringed, "so that's how you do it?"
"Do what?" Steve asked.
"Get all the ladies?" you said, "you're using your meatball charms on me..."
"What? Meatball charms?" Steve snorted, "no...I'm... we were just talking..."
"So... how many has this worked on?" you smirked, "how many women are you just talking to at a time?" you asked out of curiosity.
"I mean... I don't know... do you want a list?" Steve asked with a nervous exhale.
"Is that how you keep track?" you asked, honestly.
"Geez, bug" Steve choked, "you really think I'm that bad?"
"What you do is on you... no judgment" you said.
"Bullshit" Steve shot back, "you've been judging me since we first met..."
"I have not" you chirped.
"Who gave me the charming Captain Meatball nickname that I just can’t seem to shake?" he smirked.
"I... oh, shit" you laughed, "you're right" you confessed with a heavy exhale, "well… if it makes you feel any better… I know now that there's more to you then just a meatball that sleeps with everyone in sight."
"Thank yo..." Steve started.
"A teeny-tiny bit more..." you interrupted him with a giggle.
"Whatever" he laughed, leaning back on his pillow and rolling his eyes playfully.
"I wouldn't normally mind... about who you're sleeping with" you pointed out, "the only reason I care is because..." you paused.
"Because?" you could hear the curiosity in his tone.
"Because I guess I kinda like you" you surrendered.
"That wasn't so hard" Steve laughed as you rolled your eyes, "you know I wasn't always like this..." he offered.
"Like what?" you asked.
"I had a girlfriend all freshman year and another one sophomore into the first part of junior year... and then after Frank left the team... I dunno... I just started hooking up with random girls..." Steve offered, honestly.
"I'm sorry" you whispered, "it must have been hard to watch your best friend go through that.. to lose him on the team."
"Nahh" Steve shrugged, "what he's had to deal with was so much worse... losing his sister, taking on Mary... his family's no help and he's not even sure when he'll finish school..." Steve's voice was strained with emotion and it made your chest tighten.
"I'm sorry, Steve..." you said, "we don't have to..."
"No... I'm glad it came up..." he cleared his throat, "I like talking to you, y/n."
"I like talking to you too, Steve" you smiled.
“Think that’s the first time you’ve used my real name” he smiled into the phone.
“It’s a nice name” you yawned, stretching your arms up over your head with a squeak.
"Oh, shit" Steve cursed, "it's real late... I'm sorry!"
"It's OK" you yawned again, "you don’t have to go…”
“I’ll talk to you soon, sweetheart” his laugh was light and warm.
“I'll talk to you soon” you sighed.
"Oh and uh... I tweaked the tshirt order a little, but I think you'll actually like it..." Steve said.
"Wait?" You shot up in your bed, "Steve what did you..."
"OK, sweet dreams, bug! Byyyeee" he rushed before the line went dead and the call ended.
"Damnit, Crappy!" you cursed, falling back on your pillow with a huff.
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Ahhhhh yes!!! He is winning her over and this whole conversation was adorable. I did find it funny how Cappy just drops a bombshell and then hangs up. I really hope he isn’t done anything too bad. I am rooting for these two so much 🥰
Pairings: Collegehockeyplayer!Steve “Cappy” Rogers x female reader (bug)
Warnings: idiots in like, lots of banter, hurt feelings, explicit sexual content- innuendos, explicit language (must be 18+)
Word Count: 2.8K
A/N: so I know it’s not a huge reveal or anything- but could I kindly ask for any screeching to go under a cut if you reblog 🙏❤️ - thank you!
A little shout out to @marveloustaylortot for making me cackle with Cappy’s new nickname Crappy- bug would so call him that 🤣
This is not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
Cappy and bug: hockey AU
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
"That sounds wonderful, thank you so much, Melissa" you sighed with relief, your cellphone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you scratched another note on your blue post-it pad.
"Please tell Amy I'm so exited for next week and I look forward to seeing both of you then" you smiled, ending the call and placing it on the table next to your laptop.
You started typing into your spreadsheet just as your phone began vibrating with another call.
"Hey" you answered your friend, feeling lighter than you had in weeks.
You had spent the week finalizing the Pucks for Paws photo shoot, talking to Steve's contact for the calendar- it would be cutting it close, but as long as everything went well at the shoot- you'd get them to print just in time. You would be getting an email today with the mock-ups for the adoption drive tshirts and the shirts to be sold at this Friday night’s game and once approved, the shirt designs would go to printing by tonight.
Things were going surprisingly smooth, even communicating with a very reluctant Barnesy instead of the team captain wasn't as bad as you'd thought it would be- you weren't talking to Steve after your meeting almost 2 weeks ago.
"Don't hate me... but Bucky's going crazy and he-whom-we-don't-speak-of won't stop badgering him..." clover started, sounding nervous on the other end of the phone.
"Why would I hate you?" you laughed, "wait... what did you do?" you asked as she continued rambling.
"Clover?" you called into the phone, shaking your head at her cutesy nickname that had just sort of stuck.
She went silent, anxiously chewing her bottom lip as she waited for the shoe to drop.
"He needed to talk..." she finally continued as you busied yourself, organizing the post-it's by order of importance before you turned the page in your ruined planner and stuck them over the date of the calendar photo shoot.
"Remind me to get a new planner after all of this... this one still smells like stale beer" you said absentmindedly- not paying attention to what she just said.
"Yeah... about that..." clover's words were drawn out suspiciously.
"What. The. Hell?" you emphasized every word into your phone just as you looked up, seeing the Captain of the hockey team weaving through tables in the common area near a coffee shop on campus, "I told Barnesy AND you that I didn't want to see him" you hissed at your friend just as Steve came to a stop, standing in front of you.
"Talk to him" clover said as you scowled up at Steve- who actually looked pretty uncomfortable.
"I hate you" you seethed into the phone before ending the call and slamming in on the table.
"What do you want... Crappy?" you smirked to yourself, leaning away from the table- and him.
"I..." the new nickname made him pause for a moment before exhaling, "I wanted to... can we talk?”
"Sorry... I've already showered today" you quipped, but when his eyebrow quirked in confusion you rolled your eyes with an exaggerated exhale.
"That's where you hold all your meetings with members of the opposite sex, no?" you words had bite, smirking triumphantly when he hung his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. You'd never seemed him so squirmy and it made you feel powerful.
"I... bug... you've never told me how you feel" he said, toeing at the chair leg in front of him, "I didn't know you cared."
"I don't" you scoffed, "not even a little bit" you added, but for his benefit or yours... you honestly weren't sure anymore.
"I like you" he said suddenly, looking up and meeting your gaze with a bashful softness you'd never seen from him before... but you weren't buying it.
"OK" you snorted in a mocking tone, laughing as you started gathering your things, stacking papers and grabbing your pens.
"I do..." he insisted, pulling out the chair in front of him and sitting down across from you, "And it usually never gets this far... ya know... with a girl."
"Yeah?" you narrowed your eyes at him, "you usually just jump in the shower before talking to them? Is a name required or just a cup size?"
"Bug..." Steve exhaled, sprawling over the table with a groan, his forearms resting flat as his open palms pleaded with you.
"Stop calling me that" you hissed, "look... I don't know what you even think this is... so we've talked... we're working on a fundraising project -because I'm a moron and thought it was actually a good idea- but... like... what do you think is happening here? This isn't some stupid meet-cute."
The good mood you were in only moments ago had evaporated.
"You like me..." he smirked for the first time since interrupting your day.
"I do not" you snapped, grabbing your bag from the floor as you shoved your laptop inside.
"I think you do..." he continued, "and I like you.."
"Right..." you glared at him... "and your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?" his brows knit together as he sat up.
"Shower caddy Barbie?" you said, picking up your coffee cup and finishing the last cold sip.
"Her name's Bonnie... I think" Steve stared off trying to recall the woman's name.
"Oh... jesus" you cringed, "you don't even know her name? Did you invite her over? Or did she just show up in your shower?"
"I... they're just kinda... there" he shrugged, cringing slightly as his face flushed pink, "I never really..."
"No" you interrupted, "I don't even want to know" you shock your head, "because I don't care..." you said with emphasis, but this time it definitely sounded like you were trying to convince yourself.
"Bug..." Steve let out a heavy sigh, looking at you apprehensively, "I... I just..."
"What?" you snapped, shoving the last of your things in your bag and zipping up the front pocket. You grabbed your phone and started scrolling through a few new text messages.
"How would a guy even know if you were interested?" he sounded so genuinely curious it made you blink up at him owlishly.
"I... uhhh..." you honestly weren't sure how to answer, "and how would one even go about telling you?" you deflected with a scowl.
"What?" he asked.
"I mean... there are so many women around you... in your house... at the games... in your shower. How would one even begin to try? Smoke signals? Carrier pigeon?"
Steve snorted a laugh, shaking his head as he smiled at you. It was a warm affectionate smile that made your stomach do a flip.
Damn him!
"I gotta go" you said, pushing the chair from the table and standing up, "everything's covered for the calendar photoshoot next week... just check with Barnesy. I emailed him the updated itinerary."
"Bug..." Steve said, jumping from his chair, the scrapping of the metal on the floor made you grimace.
"I want you to meet someone..." his speech was hurried as he held his hand up, motioning with his fingers for someone across the room to come over.
You turned, seeing a young man- around Steve's age get up from a couch as he pushed a stroller towards you. You blinked back at Steve, confusion written across your face as the man approached your table.
"This is my best friend, Frank" Steve said with a smile, patting the man on the back, "and this..." Steve's voice was so soft, so loving as he reached into the stroller, unclipping the harness and lifting a sweet chubby blonde haired, blue eyed baby up into his arms, "is Mary."
"H-hi... Frank... hi, Mary... " you stuttered, "I'm y/n" still confused as you looked between the two men and back to the cherub in Steve's arms.
"Frank was..." Steve paused, looking at Frank and the young man nodded encouragingly, "on the team last year, my Alternate Captain..." Steve continued, "but his sister, Mary's Mom died and his family's... kinda messed up" Steve cringed apologetically at Frank, but Frank just shrugged with a nervous smile.
"So..." Steve continued, but looked from Mary to Frank, uncomfortably.
"I took Mary in" Frank continued for Steve, "tried to do it all for awhile- Steve helped a ton... babysat for me... had the team raise money for Mary... but I just couldn't do it all. I quit the team and I'm taking night classes... with Cappy's help" Frank smiled from Steve to you as your eyes welled with tears.
"I... god... I'm so sorry, Frank" you sniffed, looking away to wipe a stray tear from your eye.
"Thank you, y/n" Frank smiled, "don't know what I'd do without this guy" he clapped Steve on the back as Steve tentatively met your gaze.
You smiled at him for the first time in weeks. A watery laugh bubbling up your throat when Mary took a clumsy swing with her chubby baby hand as she batted at Steve's face. She giggled when Steve pretended to eat her fingers, making silly faces at her.
"Uncle Cappy" Frank smiled, watching his niece squeal with delight in Steve's protective arms.
You all stood there in silence, watching Mary playing with Steve before Frank turned to you with a smile.
"Cap told me about the adoption drive. It sounds great... heard you've been working really hard" he smiled, "can I buy you guys a coffee?" Frank offered.
"Thank you! But I..." you took out your phone, looking at the time as Steve stood there holding Mary and looking hopeful.
"Sure... I guess... I've got some time" you smiled, giving in to the cuteness in front of you, "I'd really appreciate that, Frank."
"Great" Frank said, smiling as he gave Steve a wink that didn't go unnoticed. Frank took your order before walking over to the coffee shop, leaving you alone with Steve and Mary.
"This was cheap" you scowled at him, half-heartedly, taking your seat and putting your bag on the floor, "Frank and Mary always your wing-men?"
Steve laughed, sitting down with Mary in his lap. He reached into the stroller, grabbing a rattle and handing it to Mary. She shook it furiously before giggling and smiling at you.
"She's beautiful" you said, a sad look in your eyes as you watched her.
"She is" Steve agreed, "and bug... I wanted to tell you, I just..."
"No, please, I get it" you interjected.
"You do?" Steve sounded surprised.
"I get this" you emphasized, "Frank, Mary... like you said, it wasn't your story to tell" you said, motioning to Mary.
"But that doesn't mean I forgive you" you added just as Frank walked over with a coffee caddy, sitting down and handing you your coffee first.
"Not sure I even need forgiving" Steve said, taking a sip of his coffee.
Frank snorted giving Steve a side eye and Steve cocked his eye brow at his best friend.
"If you're involved... you need forgiving" Frank said.
"Baaaaa" Mary vocalized, innocently swatting at Steve's chest.
"See... Frank and Mary agree" you smirked before taking a sip of your drink.
"Fine..." Steve sighed dramatically, "say I do need forgiving" his expression fell serious, "where do I begin?"
"I'm not going to tell you how to apologize" you snorted as Frank just groaned, shaking his head with an eye roll.
"What?" Steve threw a hand in the air, "I've never done this before..."
"You've never apologized before?" your brows furrowed in disbelief.
"He's never cared enough for the apology to matter... they've always been half-assed" Frank said, smirking at you and you felt your stomach somersault.
"Not true" Steve scoffed, making a face at Frank.
"He likes you" Frank continued, "like won't shut up about you, likes you."
"Frank" Steve grunted through his teeth.
"Like hasn't brought a girl home since he saw you... likes you" Frank offered as Steve let out an audible groan.
"I'm holding your niece" Steve reminded him.
"And you'd murder anyone that hurt her" Frank smiled, scooping up Mary and putting her back in her stroller.
Steve looked at you, rubbing his hands over his thighs, a prickly silence hanging between you two before you took pity on him.
"You can start by finalizing the tshirts that will be sold at the hockey game" you said, "the guy said he was going to email me, but I just got a text that he wants me to come to the shop across town to finalize them there."
"Sure" Steve smiled, looking relieved at the subject change, "I can go right now" he said standing up.
"It was nice meeting you, y/n" Frank said, offering you his hand as you stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
"It was nice meeting you too" you shook his hand before ducking down by the stroller, "bye Mary!"
"Blaaaah Blaaaah" Mary spit raspberries as she gurgled happily at you.
"See you Wednesday?" Frank confirmed with Steve as they leaned in giving a side bro-hug.
"Yup, be there at 6:30" Steve confirmed, "thanks for this, man" his voice was low and you cleared your throat, looking away to give them some privacy.
"Great" Frank said turning back to you, "hope to see you again soon, y/n" he smiled as Steve gave Mary a kiss on her cheek.
You waved to Mary before leaving with Steve in the opposite direction.
As you walked towards the exit Steve offered to take your empty cup to the trash before leaving the building.
"Thank you" you said, trying to figure out a goodbye they wasn't too awkward.
"I'm sorry I ambushed you" Steve sounded sincere.
"That's OK" your smile was warm, "I'm glad I met Mary... and Frank... it explains a lot."
"I'm sorry about Bonnie" Steve continued, words spilling out as if they were burning a hole in his chest, "she means nothing to me... if I'd had known there was even a shot with you... I'd... I mean..." he stalled, doubting himself, "I... I really like you... y/n."
"Ugh....Ew!" you harrumphed, pushing through the heavy entrance door to outside as Steve stood there for a moment before rushing to follow you out.
"What?" he asked, catching up to you and taking your hand in his to stop you, "hey... y/n... what is it?"
"Stop calling me y/n" you groaned, not even believing what you were about to admit.
"What?" Steve looked utterly confused, "but I thought..."
"It sounds weird now" you rolled your eyes, uncomfortable with your own vulnerability, "I think... ugh..." you huffed.
"You want me to call you bug?" Steve looked a little surprised, smiling from ear-to-ear.
Your tongue tutted, letting out an annoyed exhale as you grumbled curses to yourself.
"Yes" you felt your stomach swoop as your face flushed with heat.
"Great!" Steve said, dropping your hand and shrugging his backpack off his shoulder before he unzipped it, pulling out a brown paper bag, "this is for you."
You took the bag, awkwardly holding it in your hands and mumbled an "oh, thanks", shifting uncomfortably where you stood.
"Open it" he laughed, smiling at you as he helped you pull the bag away from the gift.
"It's a planner" he voice was warm, too excited to wait for you to examine it.
"Thank you" you smiled, turning it over and flipping the cover open in your hands. It wasn't exactly the type of planner you'd have picked- the cover had lady bugs arranged in the shape of a heart sitting on a bright green leaf.
"This is... really nice of you" you smiled, reaching up to pull him into a stiff hug, "thank you" you whispered as he ran his large hand up and down the middle of your back, humming in appreciation.
You pulled away after several seconds and couldn't help laughing when Steve was smiling like an idiot down at you.
"OK... Crappy" your nerves broke the silence, "don't forget the tshirts" you said turning to leave for your next class.
"Hey, bug... this mean you forgive me?" he asked, his million dollar smile flashing at you.
"Nope" you shook your head, biting back a smile.
"Fine" he huffed, playfully, "but you like me... at least a little?" he asked, "come on... I let you meet Mary! Nobody mets Mary..."
"Hey" you scolded, "don't use Mary... that's not fair!"
"Well?..." he waited, smiling as you rolled your eyes.
"You're not forgiven" you lip curled at the corner, deviously, "buuuuuut... I don't hate you" you sighed.
"Yaaaaassss" Steve whooped, bumping his fists in the air, causing a few students around him to startle and look his way.
He shot you a wink as he turned, hurrying away before you could change your mind, "I won't forget the shirts! See ya!"
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Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader
Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- just a lot of sex- like a ridiculous amount of sex, explicit language, a little angst (must be 18+)
Word Count: ~2.4K
A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
Coach B and his sweetheart
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
Andy's alarm went off on his phone as he sat up, leaning over in his bed to silence it. He hummed low in his chest, dark eyes returning to your naked body and kissing up the valley of your breasts.
"Andy" you moaned, your head falling back as you gripped his shoulders. You were riding him, slow and deep, in the middle of his large bed, sheets and comforter bunched all around you.
"Fuck, sweetheart" Andy murmured, his beard burning over the sensitive skin at your chest as he took your nipple in his mouth, taking his time to work his tongue around it, you whimpered when he moved across your chest to the other aching peak.
Andy's phone buzzed with a silent call while you raked your fingers through his hair, scratching into his scalp and stilling your hips just as Andy consumed you in a heated kiss.
"You need to get that?" you panted against his parted lips, moaning when Andy gripped your sides, grinding you down on his cock.
"No" he smirked, "I need to get this" his thumb found your clit teasing your bundle of nerves, you whined, thighs beginning to tremble.
Andy hummed his approval when you gasped, catching his lips in a needy kiss as he swallowed your mewls. You began circling your hips faster, clenching around his cock as he hugged you to his chest and tilted his head into your lips.
"Fuck... shoulda never let you go" Andy groaned, "missed filling this pretty little pussy... want you leaking me for days" he grunted, nipping at your bottom lip as his thrusting hips began to tremble with the building of his unspent release.
You fell into Andy’s chest, his back hitting the mattress just as he took hold of your curves and slammed up into your cunt with a shout. Andy’s hot release spilled into you and coated your insides.
You laid your head on Andy's chest, hearing his heart beat wildly while his breathing evened out, running a hand up and down your back as he tucked his other arm behind his head so he could look down at you.
"Come on, beautiful" Andy's lazy smile made your heart pitter-patter, "give me one more," his hips rocked slowly into your seeping hole while you fluttered around his length, milking him hard as he pulled the prettiest sounds from you.
"How 'bout you give me one more?" you brushed your lips over his as you sat up, leaning on his chest and moaning at the deep angle of Andy's cock.
The knot in your belly tightened as you reached down to where your bodies were connected, rubbing at your clit while Andy hit all your sweet spots.
Tears rolled down your cheeks, clawing at Andy's toned abs when the knot in your belly snapped, pleasure coursing through your veins as you cried out his name just as Andy’s phone buzzed across his night stand.
"Fuck... fuck..." Andy grunted, rolling you over and grabbing his backside, "shit... cramp" he hissed, ignoring his phone as he rested his sweaty forehead to yours with a grimaced chuckle.
You giggled, reaching down to knead at the sore muscle he was gripping. Andy sighed, relaxing into your touch instantly as his weight crushed you into the mattress.
"Ya got me working overtime, sweetheart" his laugh was warm, resting his head on your chest while you brushed back his matted hair.
"Think you need to eat more bananas" you smirked, scratching into the hair at the nape of his neck while he shivered.
"I'll grab a glass of orange juice before I leave..." he reassured, turning his head and dragging his lips down your torso as he pressed a kiss just below your breasts.
"Orange juice has potassium?" you squirmed into his touch as he pushed up the bed, catching your lips in a tender, loving kiss.
"It does" he finally said when he pulled away with a dopey smile.
"Wish we could stay in bed all day" you sighed, cringing a little when your love-covered skin stuck together.
"I can't think of a better way to spend the day" his smile was soft as he framed your face, pressing a chased kiss to your lips, "I gotta do this alumni stuff then I want to take you to dinner. Then I’m gonna bring you home and keep you in my bed until Monday."
"You think we can keep this up all weekend?" you teased, "I'm not so sure you’ll manage after last night... and later last night... and this morning" your stomach flipped as he flashed you his familiar boyish grin.
"I'm gonna have a lot of fuckin' fun trying" he smirked, his expression falling serious as he looked into your eyes, "y/n... I mean it... it may seem fast but… I'm all in" his eyes grew watery as his throat strained, "y/n... sweetheart... I lo..."
Andy's words were cut off by his phone buzzing again. He frowned, reaching across the bed and grabbing it as he pulled away, gently easing out of your overworked cunt, mouthing a sorry when you winced.
"Vaughan" Andy greeted his assistant coach, "yes, I'm on my way... give me like 20 mins..."
You pulled the sheet up over your naked body as you watched appreciatively when his equally naked form moved across the room. Andy disappeared into the bathroom and soon you heard the shower water running. Andy walked out, tossing his phone on the bed before leaning over you.
"I could get used to this sight" he smiled, pressing his lips to yours.
"Ditto" you smirked into his kiss, raking your nails up his inner thigh, cupping his cock as Andy pulled you out of his bed to your feet, the sheets dropping until you were standing, naked bodies pressed together and holding each other.
"I gotta get ready" Andy said, "join me?"
"I'm not sure that's a good idea" you smirked, pulling away and walking across the room to grab Andy's discarded dress shirt from yesterday.
He had folded your clothes and his home jersey, placing them on a cushioned chair in the corner of his bedroom, along with his dress pants and shirt. His suit coat and tie were draped over the back of the chair.
"I gotta go home and get ready" you turned back to him, shrugging his oversized shirt on as he smiled, watching you, "you mind?" you asked, motioning to the shirt while buttoning it up.
"Not at all" he said crossing the room and framing your face in his hands before pulling you into a passionate kiss, "you always looked so good in my clothes" he murmured against your lips.
"I still sleep in some of your old shirts" your bit your bottom lip, shying away from his warm gaze as you confessed.
"Really?" Andy asked with an affectionate smile, "those gotta be over 10 years old..."
"Some of them are in pretty rough shape" you admitted, "just can't seem to get rid of them" your face flushed with heat.
"I'll get you some new ones" he smiled, "hey... where's home?" he asked, looking confused, “you live a couple hours from campus, right? Thought you were staying in a hotel?"
"I actually live about 25 minutes from campus now" you smiled, gathering your clothes as you got ready to leave.
"What?" Andy's brows narrowed and you couldn't help smirking as he stood there scowling in-all-his-glory.
"When... y/n?" he pressed, following you around the room.
"I don't know... like a year ago... I got a job offer" you said.
"Jesus... y/n" Andy sighed, "you've been living here for a year? Were you even gonna tell me?" he sounded hurt.
"Andy... you were with someone" you said, turning to look at him with a gentle shrug.
"What? Who?" Andy shook his head, his memory failing him- only being with a handful of women since you and not one of them coming close enough to compare
"I think I heard her name was Laura?" you shrugged again, "Andy, I should go..." you sighed, hearing buzzing coming from his bed.
"Laurie" Andy's displeasure was written across his face, "y/n, I wish you would have told me" his expression softened, pulling you into his arms as he hugged you to his bare chest, "feels like we lost so much time..."
"I'm here now" you offered, sniffling with the overwhelm of emotion when he pressed a kiss to your crown.
"Sweetheart… I really gotta go” he sighed, “I'll see you in a little bit?" he asked, sounding a little unsure as he pulled away to look you in the eyes, "please, y/n? I think we really need to talk about all this... tonight..."
Your belly flipped uncomfortably at his words as you pulled away, swallowing a dry lump that was building in your throat.
"OK" you nodded, blinking back tears.
"No… sweetheart" Andy’s voice was simpathetic, wrapping you in another hug, "it's all good... I promise" he said pulling away and ducking to meet your gaze.
"I want this" he smiled, "I want you... if you want me?" his chest tightened painfully as he searched your expression, waiting for your response.
"I want this" you whispered, a tear escaping down your cheek as Andy rushed to thumb it away. Kissing your forehead one last time, he murmured a goodbye before making his way to the linen closet outside his bathroom, pulling it open and grabbing a towel.
You walked to the bedroom door, pausing briefly to admire the view with a dreamy sigh.
"I see some things haven't changed much" you smirked just as Andy turned to see you ogling his ass. You chirped, dodging the towel he playfully launched at you as you left the room with a giggle.
Andy's kitchen was state of the art, big and beautiful with brand new appliances and all the latest kitchen gadgets. You smiled fondly, remembering all the late night talks about what you wanted your home to look like- nice kitchen for Andy to cook, several bedrooms, big backyard for the little ones- the Barbers.
You smiled softly, a pang in your chest when old memories played out in your mind's eyes- a movie reel left on the cutting room floor- all those discarded plans. Plans that shattered when Andy walked away, turning to dust as you were forced to pick up the pieces of your life- without him.
The smell of coffee pulled you from your melancholy thoughts, sighing with relief when you noticed a stack of paper to-go cups and lips next to his fancy coffee maker that was pre programmed to brew at the perfect time each morning.
A bushel of bananas on his counter made you smirk as you thought about the hours spent tangled up with Andy last night and this morning. How much sex did you have? You and Andy had definitely put a dent in all that lost time.
You were pouring yourself a generous cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. You could still hear the water from Andy's shower running upstairs so you ignored the door, pressing the lid to your coffee cup and finding your purse and phone. You pulled up a ride share app to get you back to your car outside the college bar as his doorbell rang again and again.
You looked up the stairs, but no sign of Andy. Sighing, you walked to his front door, unlocking it and pulling it open to find a group of young women, all on matching shirts, one of them bouncing gleefully with a plateful of cupcakes.
"Coach... B!” came their sugary sweet sing-song voices as the door swung open, but they all frowned when they took one look at you, clearly in one of Andy's shirts, looking a little disheveled.
"Um... is Coach B here?" one of them ask, dismissively, peering beyond you into the house- hoping to get a glimpse of the attractive older man.
"He's... uh... not available" you blinked back at the young women, at a loss for how to handle this situation.
"Can we wait for him?" one of them asked.
"I don't think so" you replied.
"Well, can you tell him the girls from Kappa house wanted to wish him luck today?" the woman with the cupcakes shoved them at you with a snarl.
"Uh... sure" you said, looking down at the cupcakes with pink We love you Coach B! piped across the dessert. Sprinkles covering the plate.
"We're his cheering section" one of the girls continued, "we wish him luck before every game... and one girl gets to make him his special good luck cupcakes."
"That's great" your words were clipped.
"Who are you? We've never seen you here before" the woman that handed you the cupcakes asked as her pack of mean girls snickered behind you.
"I'm... gonna be late" you sighed with relief, seeing your car pull up and motioning to the driver that you would be right there before shutting the door on the sorority girls with a satisfied smirk.
You left a quick note on a pad of paper you found in a kitchen drawer before grabbing your stuff and turning on your heels to leave.
Andy came down the stairs, hair still a little wet, dressed casually in jeans and a sweater as he walked barefoot towards the kitchen. He hoped he was quick enough to catch you on your way out, frowning when he realized you were gone. He resigned to grabbing himself a cup of coffee before noticing your note on the kitchen island.
Andy smiled at your pretty handwriting scrawled across the page and breathed out an amused exhale, seeing the bananas on the counter next to your note.
Andy,
I had fun. Sorry I was such a pain in your cramped ass ;)
Don't forget the bananas.
PS- your special friends left you a treat. I put it in the fridge for you.
"Shit" Andy hissed, dropping the note and yanking his fridge door open to see the plate of stupid cupcakes.
Every game day like clockwork a pack of giggly college girls bring him a "good luck" dessert. Andy hated it and did everything in his power to discourage it, but they still showed up every goddamn time.
"Fucking sororities" he swore, walking the treats over to his garbage and throwing the entire thing- including the plate- in the trash.
He looked back at your note. Were you upset? He pulled his phone from his pocket, stomach dropping sickeningly when he realized he didn't have your number.
He had spent all night buried inside you, making up for lost time, but he didn't remember to get your number?
"Fuck" Andy cursed, rubbing his hand down his beard as his mind raced. He couldn't lose you. Not again.
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This is the original Coach B from my Lucky Charms: hockey AU even though someone tried to plagiarize it. Thanks for supporting original fanfic content ❤️
A/N: I don’t have any issue with sororities- it was just part of the storyline.
As always, thank you for all the love and support. Please check out my archive blog where I only post new fics @drabblewithfrannybarnesfics ❤️
Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader
Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- more sex, getting caught, explicit language- Andy likes the word f*ck, a little playful teasing, a little angst, moving fast in a relationship, Andy being really soft for his girl (must be 18+)
Word Count: 3.2K
A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
Coach B x his sweetheart
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
Andy slammed the phone down with a curse. His day had gone by in a flash; appearance at the hockey booth with the underclassman, photo opportunity in the quad and mingling with the older alumni that weren't participating in the scrimmage, alumni lunch and in about 20 minutes he'd join his boys- playing opposite them in the annual alumni scrimmage. It was tradition to let the old guys win.
Andy should have been suited up with his skates on- probably warming up on the ice by now. But instead he had spent the last 30 minutes calling information in a 50 mile radius of campus, trying desperately to get your number.
Your number wasn't listed. Of course it wasn't listed. He spent the night having the best sex of his life and now you were gone.
Andy's heart jumped in his chest when a knock came at his office door, but it was only his assistant coach.
"We got about 20 minutes, Andy" Nick said, tapping his stick on the door frame, already dressed in his old jersey and skates, "I'm gonna go check in with the officials."
"I'll be right out" Andy grunted, shoving his office chair away from his desk as Nick gave him a nod and shut the door. Andy looked at his phone once more- still no missed calls or texts. Not even so much as an email.
He stood up, running his hands down his beard before stretching his arms up over his head with a grumble. Andy wasn't in the mood for this alumni scrimmage. Hadn't been in the mood for any of this all day. Not after those damn cupcakes this morning. All he could think about was you.
He crossed the room to the bench along his office wall and sat down with a frown. Andy took a deep breath, letting his head fall into his hands, rubbing over his beard with a grumble before bending over to riffle through his duffle bag for his skates.
The scrimmage was meant to be fun but casual, players wearing their old or current jerseys and team sweats. Gloves and pads were encouraged, helmets mandatory. Goalies were required to wear full pads. The scrimmage was open to the public, but usually only family or the die-hard fans showed up to the event.
There was another knock at the door as Andy was lacing up his second skate. He huffed, barking a "come in" but the door didn't budge.
"Nick... if you’re not gonna come in just gimme a minute, will ya?" Andy shouted as he pulled his laces taut.
The door pushed open and Andy heard the sound of boots drag across his office floor. His breath caught in the back of his throat when he looked up.
"Hey, Barber" you smirked, dressed in his home jersey and a familiar pair of black Doc Marten combat style boots with thick wool thigh high socks disappearing under the jersey that fit more like a dress. Your hair was reminiscent of how you wore it for Andy's college games.
"Y/N... you're...here..." Andy's stuttered as he stood up, a good 4 inches taller than he usually was-with his skates on.
Smiling shyly as you crossed the room, you placed your bag on his desk before coming to a stop in front of him. Andy's heart hammered in his chest as he smiled fondly down at you. He took a tentative step towards you, hand reaching up like he was going to caress your cheek, before hesitating. He wasn't sure how to greet you.
"I'm sorry... I didn't get your number. Then those damn..." Andy started as you tiptoed, catching his thick hoodie strings and pulling him down into your mouth to shut him up. Andy groaned his surprise.
"Shhhh" you murmured against his parted lips with a smirk.
"Sweetheart...I..." Andy's words were crushed against your lips as you pushed him backwards until his legs hit the bench. Andy went down with a grunt, smiling when you placed a hand to either shoulder, climbing into his lap and straddling him.
"Y/N... I'm trying to say I'm sorry..." he laughed as your tongue swept into his mouth with a soft moan. Andy groaned, abandoning his apology as he pulled you to his chest and devoured you with a toe curling kiss.
You made out on the bench like horny college kids until you were breathless, lips parting to catch your breath. Andy's wandering hands ran down the length of you, stopping at your boots. He smiled, tugging at the looped laces playfully as you kissed along his jaw.
"Missed these" he groaned with another tug, his head falling back against the wall, his eyes screwed shut when you rolled your hips over him, nipping just below his beard.
"Remember when you fucked me against the lockers after the championship game jr year?" you purred in his ear.
"Fuck… how could I forget?" he asked, "you were wearing nothing but these an' my jersey..." Andy groaned as you nodded, your breath hot against his skin.
"Ah huh" you confirmed, "and seeing as your type is still college girls...” you teased, “I figured... for old time sake..." you loved giving him a hard time.
"That's not..." he started to protest before his eyes snapped open. Andy looked you up-and-down, old memories of that championship night rushing back to him.
You bit your bottom lip waiting when Andy’s eyes went wide finally understanding, his Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly looked down at your lap.
Andy's large hands ran back up the length of your folded legs, taking a deep rumbling breath before his fingers trailed under your jersey to find you bare and so ready for him.
"Christ… that’s my good fucking girl" Andy's deep timbre was sinful. You chirped when he crashed his lips to yours, wrapping an arm around your waist and shifting your body as you worked his sweatpants and underwear down enough to free his cock.
You didn't even need to stroke him -Andy was rock hard- lining himself up at your entrance and sinking into you, your pussy made a shameless squelching sound as you swallowed him raw.
"Oh, god... Andy" you whimpered, eyes fluttering back as he held you there -stretching you open-while gripping your hips and pressing up firmly into your wanting hole.
You gasped, giggling blissfully when Andy rolled his hips forward, moving himself to the edge of the bench and leaning back against the wall. He let his thighs go slack before slamming up into you with purpose. You fell forward, hand catching on his chest as he fucked up relentlessly into your dripping cunt.
"Fuck, sweetheart..." Andy groaned, straining to keep his eyes open so he could watch your pretty face, "I... hate that fucking sorority house... if I knew it was in that neighborhood... I... fuck..." he grunted as you bounced on his hard cock, feral with want.
"Just shut up and make me cum... Barber" you goaded and then chirped when Andy lifted you from his lap with a growl, still connected as he stood, slamming you against the wall with a thud.
"Want me to fuck this needy little cunt?" Andy snarled, "been fucking you for the last 24 hours and it's still not enough?"
All you could do was whine as his cock pistoned into you, dragging over your sweet spots as he gripped bruises into the back of your thighs.
"Not gonna last much longer, sweetheart" he grunted, "gonna fill this little pussy so full... you're gonna be dripping with me while you watch me scoring like old times" Andy panted, his matted hair pressed to your glistening crown.
You cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as a final steely thrust punched the air from your lungs. Andy groaned your name when hot ropes of his spend spilled into you.
"Fuck... I love you..." Andy's voice was so low and gravely it had you gasping and clenching around him as you met your end.
You clawed at his sweatshirt, milking his cock dry when your bliss washed over you in waves, flooding every inch of your senses. Your toes curling in your boots painfully when your muscles went rigid before going pliant against him. You whimpered, sagging into Andy's chest as he held you.
Andy pulled away, searching your expression as he tried to read what you were thinking, you stared at him for a long moment, your eyes prickling with all those years of heartache.
Andy's chest felt impossibly tight. His eyebrows knit together in a frown as he tried to make sense of the whirlwind that was the last 24 hours. Why did he have to let that slip? So soon. Too soon.
"Andy... I..." your words were coming out shaky when the door to his office swung open.
"Hey... Coach B" Cappy said from behind Andy's broad shoulders. Steve's voice was cut off when he saw his coach, still pinning you to the wall as you squeaked, hiding your burning face in Andy's chest.
"Oh, shit... s-sorry, Coach... we... uh... we're starting in 5... but we can play without you... you're... busy" you could hear the smirk in Steve's voice as he slipped out of the office.
"You didn't lock the door?" Andy teased, carefully unwinding your legs and dropping you to your feet while you whined. Andy tucked himself back in his sweatpants with your face still pressed, completely mortified, into his hoodie.
"Hey... sweetheart. It's gonna be OK..." Andy voice was soft and reassuring, moving back towards the bench to sit down.
"You know how many times I've caught Cappy in the showers with a friend?" he shook his head, pulling you toward him.
"Oh, god" you whined, your face buried in your hands. Andy took your wrists and gave a gentle tug, pulling you even closer to him while his thick thighs caged you in.
"Sweetheart... look... I know this is all real fast... you don't have to say anything..." he started, taking your hands in his when you finally opened your eyes, blinking owlishly at him.
"No... it's not that..." you started.
"Cappy didn't see anything... and fuck those sorority girls... I've tried everything to discourage them..." he continued.
"Really?" you frowned, "I thought you liked this look" you motioned to your throwback outfit.
"I fucking love this look... I just..." his exhale was heavy, "I don't wanna scare you away... cause I'm fine with taking this slow... however slow you want...and..."
"Andy, I don't want..." a loud knock made you jump, catching your words at the back of your throat.
"Show time, Coach" Levs' voice came tentatively from the other side of the door, but this time it stayed closed.
Andy looked back at you, his expression pained before you ducked down, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss.
"I don't want to take this slow, Andy... and... I love you too" you murmured against his lips as tears welled in your eyes, blinking them back, you giggled when Andy jumped from the bench, wrapping you in his arms and lifting you clear off the floor.
"Oh, thank fuck..." he sighed with relief, "I mean... fuck... I was so scared I said too much... I love you so much, y/n" he was blinking back his own tears when he set you down, framing your face and capturing your lips in a slow deliberate kiss.
"Um... Coach?" Ari cleared his voice, tapping from the other side of the door again.
"Better get out there, Coach B" you smiled.
"Right... let's go" his smile made your heart ache as he reached for your hand, "oh... wait... aren't you..." Andy hesitated for a moment, "gonna get cold" his cheeks flushed pink knowing you didn't have any panties on.
"Are you blushing, Andy Barber?" you teased, "weren't you just talking about filling me up so full that I'd be drippin' with you all game?"
A growl rumbled low in Andy's chest when he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your crown.
"Come on... I can show you the women's faculty bathroom on the way out" he said, taking his stick from behind his door as you grabbed your bag.
You couldn't possibly make eye contact with his players when you stepped through his doorway and into the locker room, but it didn't matter. The entire team was standing in a row outside Andy's office to high-five and congratulate their coach.
"Way to go, Coach B and Coach B’s Vixen” Steve clapped Andy on the back before Andy gave him a look and Ari shoved the other captain out of the way.
"Nice to you see you again" Ari smiled down at you, smirking when you startled at his sheer size on skates. There was a knowing twinkle in Ari's eye, but at least he wasn't giving you a hard time about not being able to keep your hands off Andy.
"Nice to see you too" you managed as Andy tucked you to his side and walked out of the locker room, the rest of the team following you out.
Andy waited for you outside the faculty bathroom, offering to walk you to the stands, but you told him you wanted to walk him to the ice. As you were pressing a kiss to his cheek a streak of pale flesh caught in your peripheral vision.
Your jaw dropped as you watched a hockey player in nothing but a pair of skates, white and green boxers and the mascot head run past you and jump onto the ice.
To the crowd’s amusement the player did a lap before dropping a few pucks and shooting at the open nets.
"What the hell... Storm?" Andy bellowed as a few alumni started snickering.
"It's not me, Coach" Storm called from behind Andy.
"Shea?" Andy barked as the team and alumni watched the officials skate after the perpetrator.
"Nope" Shea called, "fully dressed, sir."
"Barnesy?" Andy almost choked on his tongue as the ref skated over with Bucky, shoving him through the gates as Andy shook his head.
"I'm gonna have to let the president know about this, Coach Barber" the ref shook his head.
"Yeah, I get it" Andy sighed, nodding apologetically.
"He's not even naked" Cappy protested with a shrug as the alumni members and the team were ushered out on the ice for warm-ups.
"What do ya want me to do with him?" Coach Vaughan asked Andy. Andy blew out a heavy exhale, glaring at Bucky for a minute before speaking again.
"Suit up, Barnes" Andy shouted at his nearly naked player as Barnesy gave him a sheepish nod, flashing a glance into the stands before hightailing it back to the locker room.
"Damnit" Andy huffed when you were alone, "the president is gonna have my ass for this..."
"The president’s gonna have to get in line" you smirked, taking a handful of Andy's ass in your palm.
"Y/N" Andy's warning was half-hearted.
"He did it for a girl" you smiled softly up at Andy.
"What?” he smirked, narrowing his eyes at you as he remembered how observant you always were, “It doesn't matter" Andy huffed, but some of his annoyance had already bled from his tone.
"It's gonna be OK" you gave him a sympathetic smile, patting his forearm reassuringly.
"I could lose my job" Andy's brow furrowed.
"You won't..." your smile was shy, "you're the best coach the school's had in nearly 50 years"
"How do you know that?" he cocked his head, smirking down at you.
"You don't think I've been keeping' tabs on you, Barber?" you teased as he ducked down, pecking your lips.
A buzzer sounding had Andy straightening to his full height and putting his helmet on.
"Gotta go, sweetheart" he smiled as you held up your hand, fingers splayed and waiting.
Andy didn't say a word as he pressed his palm to yours, lacing your fingers together and twisting your hand up to his lips. He pressed three kisses along your knuckles for good luck before pressing a final kiss to the crown of your head. His ritual before every game all those years ago.
"Missed my good luck charm" his voice cracked with emotion, "I love you" he whispered, kissing your forehead again before putting his gloves on and joining the teams on the ice for the coin toss.
The scrimmage was over before you knew it. Watching Andy on the ice again brought back so many memories, it made your heart bloom to see him so happy and in his element.
He'd find you every so often in the stands, winking at you like no time had passed at all.
When the final buzzer sounded it was Alumni 2 - school team 1. Cappy and the boys didn't even have to give the old guys the win. Coach B was on fire- scoring both of his team's goals easily.
After the teams shook hands and the stands started to clear out, the alumni took a moment to congratulate Coach B for his great record since taking the position of head coach. Andy's players began slapping their sticks on the ice and chanting "Coach B... Coach B" but soon enough the chant morphed into "Coach B, hat trick... Coach B, hat trick..." to the confusion of the alumni.
After the players made it to the locker room and Andy pulled you back in his office to wait while he showered, you walked around his office looking at the achievement plaques on his wall. Andy joined you, toweling off his damp hair in jeans and a zip-up sweatshirt. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back into his chest as he leaned in and kissed your temple.
"Ready to go grab dinner?" he asked as you turned around in his arms.
"Yes" you sighed, pressing a kiss to his lips, "good game."
"Thank you" he smiled, his large hands running down your backside and cupping your ass. He frowned when he felt your panties through his jersey.
You smirked, rolling your eyes as you pressed your palms to his chest, pushing off playfully and catching his hand in yours, twirling on your toes and tugging him towards the door.
"If you wanna go somewhere nice I'm gonna have to change" Andy said.
"Me too" you smirked.
"Why would you change?" Andy questioned.
"I'm not exactly dressed appropriately" you bit your lip suggestively.
"I think you look great" Andy smiled, pulling you to his side as he turned to lock his office door.
"Hey... why were the players chanting hat trick" you asked, "you only scored twice... right?"
"Twice on the ice... once in my office" Andy waggled his eyebrows as you hit his chest with a groan.
"Hey... how about we get takeout instead?" Andy suggested, laughing.
"Yes!" you cheered, "from that good Chinese place on the corner of campus... are they still there?" you asked hopeful.
"They are" Andy confirmed with a warm exhale, this is all he's ever wanted.
"You remember what I used to promise you after every win?" you smiled, coyly.
"I do" Andy said, tugging you a little closer to him as you walked out the locker room doors.
"Hope you had a banana, Barber... think it's gonna be another long night" you teased, but Andy stopped dead in his tracks, as you stumbled to stay upright.
"Andy!” you squeaked, turning around with a frown.
"I want it to be a long night... and a long morning" Andy said, smiling down at you, "I want all your days and nights, y/n... move in with me?"
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This is the original Coach B from my Lucky Charms: hockey AU even though someone tried to plagiarize it. Thanks for supporting original fanfic content ❤️
A/N: I don’t have any issue with sororities- it was just part of the storyline.
Picture from a Fila photoshoot.
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Pairings: collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader
Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, angst, sad Andy, explicit sexual content- unprotected sex- a lot of it, explicit language (must be 18+)
Word Count: ~2.5K
A/N: for some reason, this one’s got me nervous. Please be gentle.
Not beta read. All mistakes are my own ❤️
Coach B x his sweetheart
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
"And he didn't realize he was printing the entire textbook..." you smiled as Andy returned to the back booth at your old watering hole, handing you a beer before he slid in next to you.
You had politely accepted when his captain's offered to buy you a drink, and Andy? Well he begrudgingly accompanied you.
"Alright" Andy smiled affectionately at you, "that's enough story telling" he said, playfully, but the low timbre of his voice made you shiver slightly, stomach fluttering with butterflies when he wrapped an arm around you, tugging you a little closer to him.
"Come on, Coach B" Steve smiled from ear-to-ear, watching as a few drinks helped you and Andy fall so comfortably back into old habits, "sounds like you were quite the Casanova."
"Takes one to know one” Ari laughed.
"You're one to talk, Levs" Steve smirked, "you could get more tail than me if ya weren't hung up on your best friend" he jabbed innocently before turning his attention back to you.
"So come on, Coach B's college sweetheart..." Steve continued, as Andy let out a heavy exhale accompanied by his signature frown.
You smiled at the young man sitting across from you, nodding for Steve to continue while you discretely ran your knuckles down the length of Andy's thigh- something you used to do to soothe him. Andy's gaze dipped to your face, smiling affectionately to himself as he leaned into that familiar reassuring touch.
"Did Coach B get a lot of ladies?" Steve asked as Ari rolled his eyes at his fellow captain's intrusive question.
"He did" you bit back your smile as Andy grumbled something under his breath, rolling his eyes while taking a long swig of his beer.
"I knew it" Steve laughed, "I told you he was a ladie's man... didn't I, Levs?" Steve goaded, clapping Ari on the back as he signaled the bartender for another round.
"Until I met y/n" Andy clarified, reluctantly joining the conversation. Never one to share much of his personal life with his athletes.
"And the 400 page textbook?" Ari asked, smiling softly at you from across the booth as you felt a heat wash over your face.
"You really just told them our whole story?" Andy teased you, his arm dipping behind your back to find purchase at the soft curve of your hip, "how long was I at the bar?" he murmured against your ear.
"Not our whole story..." you smiled, leaning into him with a carefree laugh while Andy tucked you into his side, "just our meet-cute."
Andy shook his head letting out an exaggerated exhale as he listened to you tell the story of how you met. Andy's chest bloomed, warming his tender heart, watching you with a sadness in his eyes. A sadness for everything he had missed. Everything he had wanted so badly but was too stupid or too young to know how to hold on to…
"That was fun" you smiled up at him, shivering before he reached around you, tucking you into his wool coat with him as you left the bar a little over an hour later.
"Come on, sweetheart" Andy smiled, "let me drive you…”
"I'll just call a rideshare" you said, pressing your hand to his chest to steady yourself as you stopped.
There was a quiet beat where you just stared at each other before you both broke with fond giggles.
"You... wanna get some coffee?" Andy asked, hopeful that he could stretch the night out a little longer.
"Um... it's kinda getting late" you smiled, looking at your phone, "you sure you don't need to get home for the alumni event tomorrow?"
"I'm OK" Andy said and you smiled, agreeing to coffee as he helped you to his car.
Instead of going to a cafe or coffee shop you both decided Andy's place would be a better fit if you didn't want to be surrounded by college kids.
As Andy pulled into his garage you smiled at the hockey gear and skates hanging neatly on hooks along the garage wall.
Andy cut the engine, getting out of his car and quickly making it to your side to help you out. When you got inside he shrugged off his coat and hung his keys on a set of hooks just below a large mirror.
Andy's place was nice. After toeing off your shoes you walked around in your stocking feet admiring his living room while Andy busied himself with the coffee maker in the kitchen.
Andy's place felt like a home. It was warm and inviting, yet neat and orderly- just how you remembered him.
"I really like your place" you called to him.
"Thanks... it's too big for just me" Andy called back from the kitchen, "you want some cookies or something?"
"Sure" you smiled, remembering Andy's sweet tooth, fondly.
Your fingers danced along his bookshelves, reading jacket covers and smiling at a few framed photos of Andy's hockey team after college. Playing professional hockey across seas. Andy had played in several other countries, hoping his time would come to play for the NHL. He made it as far as a taxi squad but didn't make it on the official roster. Ending his hockey playing career about 9 years after college.
You heard Andy behind you before he said anything, quietly taking his place at your side as he watched you look at all the old photos. He had discarded his suit coat and his tie, his shirt unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up casually.
"You really did it" you said, smiling softly at a moment frozen in time that had shattered your entire heart all those years ago.
"I did" Andy said, but he wasn't even looking at the photo you were talking about, too busy studying your face for a reaction.
Truth be told- that moment in your life had crushed your soul. Andy's too. He loved the game too much to say goodbye. So instead, he said goodbye to you. And it was the biggest mistake of his life.
Andy didn't even realize he was holding his breath until you shot him a soft nervous smile. All of this a little heavy for the first time seeing each other in some five years.
"I'm happy for you, Andy" you broke the silence, glancing back at the photos, "you really got everything you wanted."
"No, I didn't" he scoffed, eyes watery as he frowned at the photo frames with contempt, "I lost everything that actually mattered to me... I lost you" he blinked back his tears, looking down at you quickly before turning away and clearing his throat with a cough.
You didn't know what to say. There was a part of your heart that would belong to Andy forever. But could it really be that easy? Move back to town and just pick up where you had left off?
Andy had his hands on his hips- a stance you were familiar with whenever he was upset or gathering his thoughts.
"Andy?" you tried, but he didn't say anything. You saw his shoulders rise and fall with a deep exhale. The weight of both your broken hearts his burden to bear.
You took a steadying breath before taking a step towards him, your heart hammering in your chest as you reached out, tugging his hand from his hip and lacing your fingers together. Andy looked down letting you pull him gently until he was facing you and your palms were touching.
"Andy?" you tried again, looking up at the one that got away. His eyelids fluttered shut, unable to meet your gaze as tears spilled silently down his cheeks. You reached up to swipe a tear with the pad of your thumb, "I'm here" you whispered, fighting back your own tears.
Andy's lips were on yours before you knew what was happening. A surprised squeak escaped you as he groaned into the kiss, his brows furrowed, pressing his forehead to yours and breaking the kiss just as quickly as it started.
"Hey..." you whispered breathlessly, head swimming with the touch of Andy Barber’s lips on yours, unable to contain the smile that broke so wide across your face, it was painful.
Andy's hands were at your waist, eyes screwed shut as if he couldn't bring himself to look at you. The pain of losing all those years hurt too damn much.
"Andy... look at me" you said, reaching up and framing his face gently as you angled his gaze to yours.
You let your fingers rake through his beard, tiptoeing up and pressing your soft lips to the deep crease set between his eyebrows.
A choked sob escaped Andy's throat before he crashed his lips to yours again, lifting you clear off the floor and helping you wrap your legs around his waist.
You were both crying, gasping softly when Andy licked into your mouth, tasting you with a deep groan. The air punched from your lungs when your back hit the nearest wall and Andy murmured a watery apology against your lips.
You could feel the steely length of him pressed against where you needed him most as you rocked your hips into him, arms wrapped around his neck as you pressed into his chest.
"Sweetheart... you sure about this?" Andy's question came as a grunt against your lips.
"Yes... fuck, yes" you moaned, "please, Andy... fuck... I need to feel you" you moaned, mindlessly and Andy dropped you to your feet without another word. He worked quickly, stripping you out of your leggings and panties and throwing them aside. You made quick work of Andy's belt, letting his pants slide over his narrow waist and to the floor as he finished the buttons of his shirt, adding it to the pile of clothes at your feet.
Andy kicked his pants off, kneeling before you could pull him in for another kiss. He lifted his jersey, pressing his warm lips to your belly before kissing down to your mound. You were trembling as you opened up for him, fingers combing through his hair when he nuzzled into you, a firm kiss to your clit, breathing in the familiar scent of you.
"Fuck" he rasped, pressing another kiss to your clit as you gasped, tugging at the roots of his hair when he licked up the cut of you.
"Fuck" he groaned again, "I missed your taste, sweetheart" his tongue fucking into your quivering hole and pulling a keen from the back of your throat.
It didn't take long until your first orgasm was smeared across Andy's beard, trembling as he pulled his jersey and your bra up over your head so he could kiss his way back up your body. When he got to your lips, he pressed you into the wall with a possessive, toe curling kiss, only breaking it to chain kisses down the column of your neck.
"Please, Andy" you whimpered, fingers tangling in his dark chest hair before running down his chiseled lean body, tracing the trail of hair that disappeared below his waistband. When you dipped your hand into his boxers, fisting his thick weeping cock, Andy hissed.
He pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock as you stroked him with one hand, taking a handful of his firm ass in the other.
Catching the back of your thighs and lifting you up his body, your back bowed into him when you felt his swollen head catch at your fluttering entrance. Andy held the base of his cock, pulling away enough to watch you as he slowly pushed every throbbing inch into your wanting hole.
"Oh, god" you moaned, bottoming out as your cunt hugged him impossibly tight. The familiar stretch felt like home as he let you adjust.
"You keep making those pretty sounds and I'm not gonna last very long, sweetheart" Andy grunted hot against your ear as he pulled out, slamming back into you with a heady groan.
His pace was relentless, making up for lost time as he took back every lost orgasm. Fucking you through 2 more orgasms against the wall until you both ended up on the floor, pliant and panting against his glistening chest.
"Fuck... y/n..." he chuckled, your bodies still connected as you listened to his heartbeat, straddling him, "haven't fucked like that since… college..."
"I really hope you're referring to me" you smirked, sitting up and pushing up on your knees to press a kiss to his lips.
"Of course I'm referring to you" his laugh was warm as you sat back on his cock, his words dying in a grunt when your pussy choked the long length of him.
"You trying to kill me, sweetheart?" he smirked up at you, "not as young as I used to be..."
"You look like you're in pretty good shape to me" you goaded, your knees pressed into the rug, palms on his chest as you began rocking your hips over him faster.
"Oh, god... I could get used to this" you moaned, one hand running up your body to pinch at your nipple while bringing your other hand to your clit, fingers rubbing tight circles as the knot in your belly began to fray.
"You better" Andy groaned, shifting on the rug until his feet were flat on the floor, you whimpered when he gripped bruises into your hips and slammed up into you.
"Please..." you whined, holding on to Andy's waist, the knot fraying with each snap of his hips until his thrusts started to falter.
"Christ... oh fuck... fuck" Andy grunted, flipping you onto your back as he thrust impossibly deep and stilled, balls drawing into him as he painted your insides with his hot release while you trembled around him. His release bringing on yours as you moaned his name, Andy working you blissfully through your orgasm before he collapsed, fully sated, on your chest.
Your eyelids fluttered, heavy as you fought to open them, body feeling deliciously sore when your mind finally registered that Andy was carrying you, cradled to his chest, up the stairs to his bedroom. You felt the bed dip as he lowered you onto the soft mattress.
"Andy?" you whimpered when he left, going to his en-suite and returning with a washcloth to clean you up before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"What time is it?" you whispered into the dark.
"It's late, sweetheart" he said, climbing into bed next to you, "sleep" he urged, softly.
"You don't mind if I stay?" you asked, no real intent of leaving the warmth of his chest ever again.
"Fuck... I never want you to leave" he sighed, happy for the first time in a really long time as he drifted into a peaceful sleep. Finding his home again after all these years.
The hockey dividers were made by the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics ❤️
This is the original Coach B from my Lucky Charms: hockey AU even though someone tried to plagiarize it. Thanks for supporting original fanfic content ❤️
As always, thank you for all the love and support. Please check out my archive blog where I only post new fics @drabblewithfrannybarnesfics ❤️
Pairings: collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader
Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, talk of meatball college guys, talk of nudity, explicit language, light name calling (must be 18+)
Word Count: ~1K
A/N: thank you to @tis-thedamn-season for sparking the flame for Coach Barber thots and to @pagesoflauren for spitballing some lovely lovely ideas about Coach B’s jerseys and the hockey AU with me! I appreciate you both so very much ❤️
This is the original Meet Coach B from my AU Lucky Charms even though someone tried to plagiarize it. Thanks for supporting original fanfic content ❤️
This is not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
Coach B x his sweetheart
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
"Hey, Coach B" Ari knocked on the door as Coach Andy Barber looked up from behind his computer, hurriedly ushering Ari into his office.
"Hey, Levinson" Andy said, looking a little disheveled and tired as he wrapped up the email he had been writing to the college president about alumni weekend. After hitting send Andy refreshed his inbox, still no message from the ticket office. He exhaled, running a hand over his beard and cursing to himself before leaning back in his oversized office chair.
That meant the tickets Andy left for you still sat unclaimed- asking Peg in the athletics office to email him the second they were picked up. Andy had sent you an email late last night- he knew it was a long shot- how many years had it been? Would you even speak to him let alone come to the game?
Andy didn't know if you were seeing someone- he knew you weren't married after last year’s where are they now update to the alumni website. But would you bring a date? A date to a hockey game where your college sweetheart was now the head coach.
"You wanted to see me?" Ari asked, taking a seat in front of the large desk in Coach’s office, jarring Andy's focus back to the task at hand.
"I wanted to see you and..." Coach Barber started to say just as Steve burst through the door.
"Coach B!" he whooped, slumping down in the seat next to Ari and slapping his Alternate Captain on the back.
"Cap... Levs" Andy started with a heavy exhale, "really gotta stress how much I need your help with the hockey alumni event this weekend… the president’s been on me about this going smoother then last year… with no one on the hockey team allegedly streaking across the ice during the alumni game” he said, rubbing his large hands down his face before pushing his leather chair back and standing up. He rounded his desk sitting on the edge and crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“That was never proven… besides the streaker had the mascot head on” Steve said with a smirk.
“The hockey mascot’s a woman and the camera got a clear shot of that stupid puck and flame tattoo Storm’s got on his ass” Coach Barber sighed, narrowing his eyes at Cappy.
"No, problem, Coach, whatever we gotta do” Levs said, "how can we help?” he offered, trying to ease any tension in the room.
"I'd like the entire team clothed and at the events on campus- there will be a hockey booth in the auditorium- Sam and the underclassman have that covered. We've got some photo ops the morning of the game" Andy said, "all hockey Alumni are encouraged to join."
"'Got it" Levs said as Cappy nodded along.
Andy stood up, pacing with nervous energy, finding his way back to his chair before clicking the refresh button on his email, still no new message. Frowning he looked up at the team Captains.
"I want you in home jerseys" Andy continued, "for the events and the photos. Make sure you let Shea and Storm know that clothing is mandatory this year... I swear those two knuckleheads would show up naked to game day if it wouldn't cause a forfeit" Coach Barber rolled his eyes in frustration.
"Dumb-and-Dumber" Cappy laughed.
"I'll make sure Sam knows too" Levs said, "he lives with ‘em..."
"Hey, Coach B... you finally gonna crack open your jersey for the Alumni scrimmage?" Cappy asked, pointing to a Barber jersey pressed neatly in a frame on the wall.
Before he was head coach, Andy was a hard hitting, tongue lashing forward- known for his quick chirps and even quicker slap shot. He wasn't a fighter- not by nature. He was almost always a level headed player, but when something made him angry- a dirty hit to a teammate- he'd let it simmer, sometimes until the next match up- until it boiled over- then he'd get one clean powerhouse check on the offending opponent. Often taking them out for the rest of the game.
"Naaahhh, that's an away jersey" Andy said, "before the school’s colors changed to what they are today."
"Why'd you frame your away jersey, sir?" Steve asked, standing up and crossing behind Coach's desk to get a better look at the old number 17 uniform.
"Dunno" Andy sighed, swiveling in his chair to look up at the framed away game knit, "lost my home, I guess..."
Andy’s attention flicked back to his computer, clicking the refresh button and his heart almost skipped a beat when he saw an email from the ticket office. He clicked into it with lightning speed, holding his breath as he scanned over the message.
Andy had to control the ridiculous smile threatening to split his lip as he read that you had accepted only one ticket that was being held for you, surrendering the second ticket back to the box office lottery. This meant you were coming alone. Did it also mean you weren't seeing anyone?
"Coach?" Cappy asked, Andy's attention snapping back to his players as they stared at him expectantly.
"Sorry" Andy said, clearing his throat, "that's all for now. See you at the event- I want everyone there 15 minutes early and no goddamn streakers" Andy threatened, shutting down his computer and gathering his things.
"Heading out, Coach?" Ari asked as he and Steve walked out of Andy’s office.
"Yeah, gimme a minute" Andy said following after them to switch off the lights in the locker room, "meet you out there... gotta lock up” Andy said, slotting a key into his office door.
When Andy had finished up in the locker room he made his way towards the exit, seeing the door propped open a sliver, he heard the young men talking to someone.
"Yeah, Coach B’s great" Cappy said, "he moved up to head coach a couple years before I got here. He used to play on the team back in his day."
"Guessing you already knew that" Ari simpered as Andy reached the door, pushing it open and freezing when he saw… you.
"Hey, Coach B" Ari smiled back at Andy, "think we found something of yours..."
"Hi, Andy" your familiar smile was warm as you stood in front of him, wearing his long lost home jersey.
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Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings: Bucky being the cutest boyfriend ever 🥺, hockey injury- non graphic talk of blood, stitches, bruising and mild concussion, sexually explicit content- talk of oral (f receiving), explicit language, being completely mortified in front of a stranger (must be 18+)
Word Count: ~1.6K
A/N: huge thank you to @pagesoflauren for spitballing ideas for the hockey AU with me- she suggested a cute “fact” check after a concussion.
Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
Barnesy x clover: hockey AU
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
The pre game music was thumping through the arena speakers as you watched Bucky skate around on the ice, smiling coyly to yourself when your mind drifted back to this morning...
"Come on, clover" Bucky's voice was a low husk as his warm breath came in puffs against you inner thigh, "fuck, you taste so good... give me one more... a hat trick” he groaned.
You cried out when his tongue licked back through your messy folds, your fingers tugging at his roots as your hips rocked over his face.
He had asked you to sit on his face -for good luck- before his game, embarrassment overheating your entire body as you told him you had never done that.
Bucky just softly, pulling you in for a slow and filthy kiss, taking his time to explore your mouth. His heavy length pressed at your side until you were begging for it, whining as he tugged your panties and his oversized tshirt off before lifting you to his face.
You gasped when his tongue bottomed out, rolling your hips forward, you gripped the headboard -holding on for dear life- as you fucked his face. Bucky was rock hard, pre cum dampened the front of his boxer briefs in such an enticing way, but you couldn't help clenching around his tongue, deep inside your quivering hole as he drove you catapulting towards that hat trick with his mouth.
"Oh, god... Bucky... I'm close...." you choked, hands releasing the headboard and taking your pebbled peaks between your fingertips, pinching at your nipples as he groaned, the vibrations tipping you over the edge as you came hard, screaming his name.
"Earth to y/n" bug waved a hand in front of your face as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Oh, god..." your friend groaned, "I don't even want to know what your perfect boyfriend did now... you know I love you, but I'm going to throw up if you two get any cuter."
"He is pretty perfect" you sighed as your man caught your eye, skating by you and stopping as he held his hands up in front of him, smiling affectionately at you.
"What is he doing?" bug asked, "barf… is that a heart?" she cringed as you smiled sweetly down at Barnesy.
"No" you sighed, completely twitterpated, "it's ASL for clover."
"Awwww..." bug exhaled warmly before she could catch herself, "that's actually... pretty cute" she cleared her throat, watching him make the sign again just as a puck flew through the air, catching Bucky on the face and making him drop to the ice. Bucky's stick and gloves went flying as he reached for his face in pain.
"Oh, shit" you hissed, grimacing as you watched Cappy skate over to Bucky, kneeling on the ice to examine him. When a coach joined the Captain, helping Bucky to a sitting position, you gasped at the amount of blood his injury left behind.
"Shit" bug hissed, "that looks bad."
"I gotta go" you said, standing up as you watched the coach and Cappy help Bucky off the ice.
"Yeah... go..." bug urged, "hope he's OK..." she wished.
"See you after the game?" you paused, giving her one last glance.
"I'm not sticking around if you're not here" bug scoffed just as Cappy skated back to the plexiglass panel in front of her, giving bug a wink.
"Sure ya aren't" you smirked before pushing your way past fans to go find your boyfriend.
"Hey, Buddy" you smiled softly at him when the trainers finally let you in to see him.
Bucky looked at you with a dreamy -heart eyes- gaze as you moved to sit in a chair next to the trainers table he was sitting on.
Bucky's face and lip were swollen with a small line of neat stitches over his right cheekbone. He already had purple-bluish bruising under his eye.
"How ya doing?" you asked gently as he removed the ice pack from his mouth and you had to force yourself not to grimace when you saw even more bruising along his jawline.
"Clover!" he cried, revealing a missing tooth in the top row of his smile.
"Oh, god... Buck..." you looked from him to the trainer that was walking over, concern furrowing your brow.
"Naaahh, it's OK" Bucky whistled a little now when he talked, "I'm fine... right, doc?" his eyes looked unfocused.
"Is he OK?" you asked, turning your attention to the trainer as you chewed your bottom lip.
"Barnesy, we talked about this... I'm not a doctor, I'm one of the team trainers" he addressed Bucky before turning back to you, "mild concussion" the trainer said, "took a slap shot to the face."
"And the bruising?" you asked, "and his tooth?"
"The bruising will fade in the next week or so..." the trainer said, "swelling should get considerably better in the next 24 hours. I’ll take a look at the stitches next week. A lot of guys have missing teeth through the season. He'll get a flipper if it bothers him that much."
"A flipper?" you asked looking back at Bucky.
"Fake tooth" Bucky smiled like an idiot, petting at your hair and head awkwardly before you captured his hand in yours.
"Ice, Barnesy" the trainer reminded him and Bucky put the ice pack back on his jaw.
"So you're the girlfriend, I'm guessing?" the trainer asked, looking behind him before pulling up a stool to sit in front of Bucky.
"Yes… y/n" your stomach did a flip, it was the first time anyone asked you that.
"Clover's my girlfriend" Bucky cooed, giving you the dopiest head-over-heels grin.
"Good" the trainer smirked at Bucky, "and I'm assuming you can stay with him tonight, so I can give you the mild concussion protocal?" the trainer asked you.
"Yes" you said, "I'll stay with him" your stomach flipped with nerves.
A concussion? Shit... and you had to take care of Bucky? What if you did something wrong? Missed a sign?
"Relax" the trainer smiled, sensing your anxiety, "it's really fairly simple..."
The trainer proceeded to explain the mild concussion protocol- what signs to look for if Bucky was getting worse. In extreme and rare cases- when to take him to an ER or call an ambulance. By the time the trainer was finished and handed you a few pamphlets your head was swimming.
"It's going to be OK" the trainer smiled at you, "now" he clapped his hands to his knees, turning back to Bucky, "let's get you out of here."
Bucky nodded, dropping the ice pack to his lap to give the trainer his full attention.
"Barnesy, can you tell me the date?" the trainer asked.
Bucky thought for a moment and then answered, passing with flying colors.
“And what happened to you?” the trainer asked.
“Got a biscuit to the face” Bucky laughed, shaking his head.
"And the President?" the trainer continued, making sure Bucky was oriented x4.
Bucky answered correctly again, giving you a quick wink.
"And can you tell me a fact?" the trainer continued, "something that everyone knows to be true... like the sky is blue, for example."
"A fact?" Bucky asked, looking over at you before smiling from ear-to-ear, "clover is the prettiest."
The trainer smiled as he exhaled a warm laugh looking between you and Bucky as you bit back a smile.
"Bucky" you half heartedly scolded, rolling your eyes.
"She is pretty" the trainer confirmed, "but how about another fact?"
"She's a squirter" Bucky smirked, "sat on my face this morning and gave me the ol' hat trick" your boyfriend was smiling triumphantly as you audibly chirped, clapping your hand over his mouth before you even thought better of it.
"Fuck" Bucky cursed in pain, his ice pack falling to the floor as he slumped backwards on the table with a groan.
"Oh, shit" you swore, jumping up to check on him, completely mortified as you averted your gaze from the trainer.
The trainer just sat there, mouth opening and closing to speak, but nothing came out.
"Clover... did you know you could squirt?" Bucky continued, like you hadn't just laid him out flat on the table.
You hands flailed near his face as you panicked, not wanting to slap him again, but needing him to shut up. You shooshed him frantically, your entire body prickling with embarrassment.
"We haven't even had sex... think of how much you'll squirt riding my cock..." he smiled so softly at you it nearly broke your heart.
"Bucky... shut up" you hissed, before snapping in front of his face in an attempt to stop the concussion induced over share.
"Hi, clover" Bucky sighed, "I think I'm falling for you..." he confessed and you weren't sure if you wanted to kiss him or be swallowed up by a hole in the floor.
"Well..." the trainer coughed, "uh..." he stood up, moving to the side of the table, hooking his arm under Bucky's and helping him sit up. The trainer used a little flashlight pen, shining it in Bucky's eyes before turning back to you.
"I think that's good" he nodded, but he could no longer look you in the eye, "just take the pamphlets and call the team doctor with questions.”
You quickly thanked the trainer, still completely mortified and about ready to murder your oblivious boyfriend as you helped Bucky climb off the table.
"Oh... and Barnesy..." the trainer called as you were dragging him towards the door.
You and Bucky stopped, he turned back to the trainer as he tucked you into his side.
"No... ah...." the trainer paused, choosing his words carefully, "sitting on your face until the bruising comes down and your stitches heal."
"Got it, doc" Bucky saluted as you buried your burning face into his chest with a whine.
A/N: giggling to myself over here because I so wanted to name this Clover’s Splat Trick 😂
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Barnesy with no filter is hilarious! Clover must have been mortified, just a good job the rest of the team weren’t there because they would never let her forget it.
Warnings: maybe some slight deception, I can’t think of anything else- but must be +18
Word Count: ~500
Read this first: How Yenzy and itty bitty became friends
A/N: this is set in present time. Yenzy and itty bitty are friends and have become pretty close. They confide in each other 🥹❤️
"Oh, my god... Yenzy!!" you hissed with excitement, rushing in and shutting the door behind you.
"Hey" he smiled, crossing the room to grab a sweatshirt from the hook on the back of his door.
"Was that just who I think it was?" you turned, watching him as he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, not bothering to put the hood down as he shoved his hands in the kangaroo pouch in front.
"Uh... who did you think it was?" he asked, shuffling back over to his bed and sitting down.
"That was Yenzy's girl’s name!!!" you squealed, "OMG! Are you guys... did you talk about... you know..."
"No" Yenzy cut you off, "we didn't talk about that night..."
"But she was wearing your hoodie" you probed.
"Because her dress was too short" Yenzy insisted, "I didn't want her to get cold."
"OK" you smirked with a suggestive shrug as you flopped down on the end of his bed, wagging your eyebrows at him, playfully.
"What?" Jake rolled his eyes, his face flushing pink.
"I just..." your exhale was warm as you smiled at your hopeful friend. Oh, he had it bad. "I think she likes you... that's all."
"She doesn't like-me, like-me" Yenzy shook his head, "she likes the game..."
"I think you're wrong" you insisted, "does Cappy know?"
"I dunno" Jake blew out an exhale, falling back on his bed with a huff.
"Hey, Yenz" Levs knocked on Jake's door before pushing it open the rest of the way, "have you seen..." he smiled when he saw you on the end of Yenzy's bed.
"What are you doing in here?" Levs asked you as you and sat up smirking at the goalie. Jake shook his head slightly before sitting up himself.
"It's Yenzy and Yenzy's girls name!" you squealed again, bouncing a little where you sat on the bed, "oh, she'd be so good for you, Jake!"
"Yeah" Levs scoffed, "if Cappy didn't have your balls first..."
"What?" you snorted, "Cappy wouldn't care... he doesn't like Yenzy's girl like that."
"Yeah... but she's like his best friend" Levs emphasized, "I mean, sorry... Yenzy... but that would be like if you and bit got together..." Levs laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.
"Yeah" Yenzy forced a laugh, "that would be crazy" his eyes flickered to yours nervously as you stood up waving goodbye to Jake and moving towards your big beefy best friend.
"Come on, Levs" you smiled up at him, "let's go finish that movie" you grabbed his hand pulling him with you towards the door.
"I was trying to finish the movie... then ya left me for Yenzy" Ari grumbled, "did you even make the popcorn?"
You laughed, rolling your eyes at the beefcake as he continued grumbling.
"See ya, Yenzy… don’t listen to Levs… she likes you” you called as you dragged Ari with you back to his room.
Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Jake Jensen x female reader
Warnings: Yenzy being ridiculously soft and cute, mention of legal age binge drinking, explicit sexual content- making out and groping, light nudity, explicit language, friends with benefits (must be 18+)
Word Count: ~1.5K
A/N: I just needed a little super soft Yenzy today 🥺❤️
Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
Yenzy x y/n
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
"Yenzy?" You whisper-yelled down the darkened hallway, giggling to yourself, you tiptoed to his room, knocking on the door before pushing it open far enough to peek your head in.
"Y/N?" you heard him ask in surprise, "come in..." he offered.
You pushed his door open, teetering tipsily on your heels before stumbling into the room. You looked around the dimly lit space, blinking your eyes back into focus before finding Jake in his bed. His arm was tucked lazily behind his head with a book in his hand.
"Hey" he smirked, laying the book to his bare chest as you made your way to his bed, bringing one knee up and kneeling at the edge as you smiled coyly.
“Shut up” you whined, playfully, “this is how cute you look just sitting in bed?”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head at your shameless flirting.
"Need any help getting tucked in?" you raised a brow suggestively, crawling into bed and lying down next to him.
Yenzy watched you with amusement, his eyes dipping to the plunging neckline of your dress.
"Hey, special friend" you purred, batting at his chest and accidentally knocking his book off when you finally made it up the bed, "whatcha doing?" you smirked.
"Hi, y/n" he laughed, taking his glasses off and putting them and the book on his bedside table, you took this gesture as an invitation to join him further up the bed, nestling into the crook of his arm and resting your head on his chest.
Jensen's breath hitched in his throat as he watched you snuggle comfortably into his side.
"I was reading" he managed to find his words after a beat, "what are you doing?" Yenzy asked with a nervous laugh, bringing his arm down but not really knowing where to put it.
He finally settled for the middle of your back, tentatively placing it there as you tilted your head to look at him. Your goofy grin made him want to kiss you as his gaze fell to your tempting lips.
It had been a few weeks of stollen kisses and light groping, always you initiating, but Yenzy wasn’t complaining. He was even getting less and less jittery with every lip lock.
"Birthday bar crawl" you sighed, "but the girls wanted to stop here to pre game with the hockey boys..."
"And you're not pre gaming?" he asked, rubbing his hand gently up and down your spine.
"I wanted to find you" you smiled, bashfully, resting your chin over your hand at his bare chest. Yenzy's cheeks flushed pink, rushing to the tips of his ears.
"That so?" he goaded, "and what did you need me for?"
You bottom lip was trapped between your teeth as you blinked at him, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. Yenzy licked his lips, hesitating for only a moment before he pushed up on his elbow, brushing a soft kiss over your lips.
Your stomach flipped as a sigh spilled from your blooming chest. His lips so soft against yours.
Yenzy ooofed, the breath punched from his lungs when you consumed him in a needy kiss, swinging your leg over his narrow waist and sweeping your tongue into his mouth. He groaned when your hand ran up his chest to the back of his neck, fingers carding though his hair and giving it a light tug.
You ran your hand back down the span of his tone body, Jake's lower half pressed under the comforter as his arm circled around your back, gripping as the curve of your hip and swallowing your moans.
A shiver ran down your spine when Yenzy's knuckles ghosted up and down your back, full on making out now. He groaned against your lips, gripping your sides and pulling you on top of him.
"And you're all gussied up for the bars?" he murmured, the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile.
"My friend’s birthday" you said, sitting up to straddle his waist and smiling fondly down at him. You could get used to seeing him from this angle.
"And... uh... are pants optional at this party?" Yenzy teased warm fingers over the bare skin at your thighs, your dress bunched up over your legs and barely covering your panties.
"I wish pants were optional at this party" you giggled, pressing up on your knees and leaning down into him. Your lips finding his as your hand dipped below his comforter and cupped his bulge through his sweatpants.
"Hmmmm" Yenzy hummed, "hey...uh...?" he continued nervously, breaking the kiss and taking your wrist as he gently lifted you back into his lap while sitting up, "think we should... probably talk" he started.
"Said no fun person at a party EVER" you pouted out your bottom lip playfully as Yenzy snorted, reaching over and grabbing his glasses off the table before putting them back on.
"Too serious" you frowned as he rolled his eyes, kissing your forehead before he continued.
"Y/N... it's just..." you were having a hard time focusing on Yenzy’s words with his thumbs rubbing absentmindedly into the curve of your hips, "you know I gotta focus on hockey and school and I..." his words were strangled on a groan when you started kissing along his chiseled jawline.
"How about you focus on those things an' I'll focus on your cock?" you whispered before sucking on his earlobe.
"Christ" Yenzy choked, pulling away only to press his forehead to yours as he cradled your face in his large hands, a growl rumbling low in his chest.
Your hands ran down the length of him, tracing every chisel muscle in his torso before dipping between you and rubbing over the hard length in his lap. Yenzy grunted, eyes screwed shut as his pink lips parted.
"First I'll start with my mouth" you smirked, kissing along his neck as he bucked into your hand with a groan, "then I'll..." but you were cut off when Yenzy crashed his lips to yours as he pulled you back down on the bed with him, his resolve dissolving as your tongue swept past his lips.
"Fuck" he groaned, "you're so fucking hot... I... fuck..."
"I just wanna ride your fat cock, Yenzy" you moaned as he scrambled to lift you while pushing the comforter down, you were now straddling his hips with no blanket barrier while he pushed your dress up, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing through your panties as you purred against his lips.
You cupped Yenzy though his pants, panties going damp when he twitched in your hand with a grunt.
"Hey, y/n?" you heard the birthday girl call from the stairs, "where are you?" she sang with a hiccup and a giggle.
Yenzy let out a heavy exhale as he stilled his ministrations and you broke the kiss, both of you panting as you sat up.
"Is she with Cappy?" you heard another friend ask.
"No... Cappy already left for the bar" someone else chimed in.
"Y/N... we gotta go" the birthday girl whined, "I wanna do my birthday shots..."
"Did she fall asleep in Cappy's bed?" you heard someone ask at the sound of heels climbing stairs.
"Coming" you yelled to your friends “gimme a minute,” you called, smirking down at Yenzy's pants tent before you moved to stand up, climbing off of him carefully and pulling your dress back in place.
"That's a really short dress" Yenzy smirked, watching you appreciatively as you checked your reflection in the mirror that hung on the back of his bedroom door, "you sure you're not gonna get cold?" he asked, standing up and adjusting his sweatpants before crossing the room to his desk.
"I'll be fine" you assured, bending over to fix your heel as your dress rose up, giving him a peek of your round ass in your thong panties.
You heard Jensen swear under his breath as you stood up, turning and walking over to him while his mouth hung open- brain glitching a little at the glimpse you just gave him.
"You OK?" you giggled, running your hands up his chest as he leaned into your touch with a groan.
"Can you wear this... please?" he asked, pulling his zip up hockey hoodie off the back of his chair and wrapping it around you.
"It has your number on it" you smirked, looking down at the hoodie as he helped you shrug it on, "and your name..."
"And it covers your ass" he smiled, reaching to grab the zipper before zipping it up to your chin.
"And why do I need my ass covered?" you goaded, taking a step towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck as you pressed into his chest with a knowing smirk.
"Just..." he shivered at your touch before leaning down and pecking a soft kiss to your lips, "wear it... please?"
"Anything for you, Jake" you whispered, giving him one more chaste kiss before turning on your heels. Yenzy blew out an exhale, a soft smile spreading across his flushed face as he watched his name and number -scrawled across your back- skipping from his room.
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Ok, so Yenzy has my full heart. He is so dedicated to everything he is doing and even though he reckons he doesn’t have time for a relationship, I think he secretly, or not so secretly wants it.
But giving her a sweatshirt to go out in 🥺 Carly, please can you find these real life men for me please?
Pairing: hockey player Ari ‘Levs’ Levinson x itty bitty (female reader)
Summary: Ari’s team won, but when he still hasn’t scored a goal it will make you rethink your deal.
Warnings: Cappy giving reader a derogatory nickname, sexually explicit content- thigh riding, fingering, oral- m and f receiving, acrobatic shenanigans in a truck, explicit language, two idiots in love, friends to lovers, HUGE SIZE KICK- Ari is 6’6 without skates and reader is smaller than him (must be 18+)
Word Count: 3.2K
A/N: Huge thank you to my sweet hoemate @stargazingfangirl18 for reading through this and helping spitball a few of the acrobatic scenes! Siri, you’re the best ♥️
This parts comes after Light that Lamp
Levs (Ari) x itty bitty: hockey AU
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
This is not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
This was it, you held your breath watching Ari's brake away from the rival defensemen. He was skating full force towards an empty net- the other team pulling their goalie in a last ditch effort to tie up the game. Your breath hitched when you heard the slap on the ice as his stick made contact with the puck. It flew in the direction of the net and just as the horn sounded the puck caught a groove in the ice and ricocheted off the post.
You let out a shaky exhale, keenly aware of the defeated slump in Ari’s shoulders, waiting for his reaction as the crowd erupted around you. Ari and the boys had won- but Ari hadn't scored.
Again.
Ari slammed his stick against the ice so hard you could tell he bent it. Again. How many was that now?
"Shit" you hissed to yourself, already mentally running through ways to make this better.
All around you the fans were chanting. A win for the team, but another scoreless win for Ari. Since your deal that would make 3 games where the alternate captain didn't get a goal. He had a handful of assists, but he was adamant that didn't count. Ari and his damn superstitions.
You had tried to reason with him. It was just a silly deal. But it wasn't silly to him. He was scoring on the ice before he would ever let himself score with you. It was all so ridiculous... Another superstition from the man of rituals.
You should have known better.
At this point, Ari's superstitious ways were starting to get to you and, try as you might, you were starting to blame yourself.
You squeezed your way through the crowd, trying to make your way to Ari as you resigned yourself to another night of trying to snuggle the broody beefcake.
You waited anxiously outside the locker room, teammate after teammate strolling out with partially wet hair.
"Sorry, itty" Sam, Ari's best friend shook his head, as he gently tapped your shoulder with the meat of his closed fist, "he's in pretty bad shape."
You knew Sam probably didn't know the why of Ari's recent dry spell on the ice, but Sam knew it had something to do with you.
"He played so well" you sighed to Sam as Cappy strolled out to his usual hoard of adoring female fans.
"What's with Levs, tt?" Steve asked, when he saw you, breaking away from his fans as you rolled your eyes at the use of his derogatory nickname.
"tt?" Sam asked, turning to you for clarification.
"tt... titty... rhymes with bitty" you sighed, "you know Cap... always keepin' it classy" rolling your eyes again.
"Really, man?" Sam asked Steve, pulling him into a headlock as they left you waiting for Ari. "You can't say shit like that…”
Sam gave you an apologetic look as he waved back at you. You smirked when you saw him shove Steve for grumbling something about Ari needing to find some good luck pussy.
As crass as he was, Cappy wasn't wrong. You were starting to think this deal was a bad idea. Levs was too stuck in his head and it was all your fault.
"Y/N?" Jensen said, concern in the goalie's eyes as he tried drawing you back from wherever your mind had wandered.
"Sorry... Yenzy" you shook your head, eyes watery as you smiled weakly at him, "good game" you sniffled, wiping at your eyes, "that save in the second period was bonkers!"
"It was nothin' " he smiled, "but, thank you."
"Well... *Jensen's girl name* didn't think it was nothing" you smirked as his face flushed pink all the way up to his ears.
"She was here?" he asked, unable to contain the elation that washed over him.
"She was... sat by me for the first two periods" you smiled affectionately at him, "think she'd be really good for you" you gave him a suggestive nudge as he ducked his blushing face.
"Naaaah" Yenzy tried shrugging off your words before he caught your gaze again, his expression falling serious, "hey... he's ahhhh... not good... ya know" he gestured back towards the locker room.
"I know" you whispered as your eyes prickled with tears again.
"What's going on with you two?" Yenzy asked softly.
"I...." but your words failed you, clearing the emotion from your throat, you wiped a stray tear, composing yourself.
"He the last one in there?" you asked, your eyes pleading with Jensen not to press the issue any further.
"Yeah... y/n... he's alone" Yenzy said, giving you a soft pat on your back along with his signature lopsided grin as he left you to it.
"Levs?" You called tentatively from the doorway, knocking softly on the metal frame as if he would hear you in the large locker room.
You made your way past the small coach’s office and showers to the hockey team's personal locker room, pushing another door open you found him sitting shirtless in a pair of sweatpants. A towel draped around his shoulders, hair still damp from showering.
He had his headphones on, the heel of both palms pressed into his eye sockets. You walked over, standing in front of him as you brushed a strand of hair back into place.
Ari sat up, startling for a moment before his blue eyes met yours, he looked so defeated.
"Bit" his voice was hoarse with frustration as he reached for you, pulling you into him and burying his face into your stomach.
You stood there, silently combing your fingers through his damp hair. You had known him long enough to know that telling him it would "be OK" wouldn't work.
"I was so fucking close" he growled, "I'm sorry" he looked up at you, a sadness in his eyes.
"Enough" you sighed, pushing his shoulders upright so you could climb into his lap, straddling him.
“You know all that means nothing to me” you reassured, cupping his face in your hands as he pulled off his headphones and put his CD player on the bench.
You pressed a hard kiss to his lips, needing this as much as he did. Ari groaned when your tongue swept into his mouth, leaning back into his locker, his fingers gripping bruises into your hips as you rolled over him.
"I didn't score, bit" he grunted, breaking your kiss in frustration, “I don’t deserve this…”
"This isn't for you..." you crashed your lips to his, kissing him breathless, "it's for me" you whispered when you broke for air.
Ari smirked up at you, his hands roaming down your body and cupping your ass, pulling you into his chest as you chirped with delight.
Ari shifted you until you were straddling his thigh, moaning when he bunched up the hoodie you were wearing with his number on it and helping you drag your legging covered core over his rippling leg muscles.
"This what you need, baby?" he asked, mind drifting farther and farther from the game with every sweet sound he pulled from you.
"Yes" you whined, but it wasn't enough and Ari knew it. His large hands reaching between your bodies to tear your leggings right down the center, revealing your ruined panties that he haphazardly yanked to the side.
"Hey" your protest was half hearted as a shiver zipped down your spin and the feral look in Ari's eyes lit a fire deep in your belly.
You shivered, leaning back on his thigh to give him a good view of your glistening pussy.
"Fuck... sweetheart" Ari growled, running his thick fingers between your soft folds as he gathered your arousal, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Just as sweet as I remember” he hummed with appreciation.
You whimpered his name, crashing your lips to his and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Your movement was frantic, rutting over his thigh as he helped your along, cooing filth and praises as he kissed along your jawline.
"Doing so good for me, bit... tell me what you want, baby" Ari's husky voice went straight to your core as you clenched around nothing.
"Oh, god... Ari, I need you. Need you to make me cum" you panted, head thrown back as he pulled your sweatshirt up over your head, pushing your tank top and bra down just enough to capture a pebbled peak between his teeth.
You gasped as Ari sucked and nipped at your breasts, a rush of arousal coating his gray sweatpants as your hands carded through his hair.
A deep rumbling growl clawed up Ari's throat when you tugged at his roots, riding his thigh with everything you had.
"I'm so close" you whined, tears pricking behind your eyes as you gasped for breath.
"Cum for me, baby" Ari rasped, capturing your lips just as your orgasm crashed over you, swallowing your muffled cries of pleasure as you road out the waves on his thigh.
"Did so fucking good for me, bit" Ari's chest was heaving, "so fucking good" he smirked, pulling you back into his lap, his hard length pressing at you soft curves.
You stayed curled up in his lap for a few minutes, almost content enough to fall asleep as Ari rubbed small circles over your hip.
"Come on, bit" Ari whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "lemme take you home."
You hummed your reply as you stood up. Ari helping you pull his sweatshirt back over your head.
"Sorry about your leggings" he smiled sheepishly at you as he grabbed a tshirt from his duffle bag and pulled it on, "I'll buy you new ones."
"It's OK" you shivered a little, pressing your thighs together, the ruined fabric sticking to you as you pulled the hood up over your head, “can’t even tell,” you smiled softly up at him, his large sweatshirt hitting almost at your knees.
"Sorry about your sweatpants" you cringed, looking at the mess you left on his thigh.
"Don't be" he rumbled from his chest and it took everything in you not to drop to your knees right there.
Ari smiled softly at you, bending to grab his duffle before smoothing a hand down your back as he stood up, tucking you into his side and walking you both out of the locker room.
"The barn?" He asked after you were sitting in the spacious bench seat of his old truck.
"Can we just drive for a while" you asked, sleepily, snuggling into Ari's side, his arm wrapping around you and resting at your hip.
"Sure" he smiled, thinking of all the times you'd taken night drives together. Back then you would usually end up asleep in his lap by the time he got back to your dorm.
As Ari turned the engine over and pulled away from the hockey arena, he turned the truck away from town, driving in the opposite direction of campus.
"This is nice" you sighed, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you moved down, resting you head on his thigh to lay across the front bench seat of his truck.
Ari's hand went to your back, rubbing gently down the length of you. Your eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed into his touch. You felt content knowing that Ari was a little more relaxed about the game tonight.
Watching Ari as he drove, you counted the stop lights until you were far enough out of town to be away from other drivers. Your hand going to Ari's leg, starting at his calf as you kneaded your way up his tight leg muscles.
Ari groaned, muscles loosening as your fingertips worked their magic. He grunted when you cupped his hardening bulge.
"Bit..." his tone was a low warning, "what are ya doing?"
"Time for me to take care of you" you smirked, shifting to your knees, your ass in the air as your hands worked over his length to the waistband of his sweatpants. You pulled them down along with his boxers as his cock sprang free, slapping into his stomach while he shifted, making room for you under his arm.
"Fuck... itty bit... not sure we should..." he groaned low in his chest as you wrapped your mouth around his pre cum drizzled tip.
You moaned, his salty tang swirling around your tastebuds as you tongued the long length of him, memories from freshman year on your knees in front of a younger Ari made your belly bloom.
"Missed your taste" you moaned, pulling back to swirl your tongue around his tip before swallowing him back down.
"Goddamn, bit... you always knew how to suck a cock" he grunted, forcing his eyes to stay open and on the road.
Ari's hand moved to the back of your head, holding you in place as your lips stretched around the base of him. You hollowed out your cheeks, gagging slightly as you controlled your breathing through your nose. When your throat was relaxed he eased his hand away, letting you pull away slowly before sucking him to the back of your throat on a drawn out moan.
"Fuck, baby" Ari growled, "don't tease me" he sounded desperate and halfway to his ruin as you took pity on him, bobbing your head faster and working your free hand into his sweatpants to tug at his balls.
"That's it, bit" he grunted, "keep doing that" he panted as your hand twisted over the base of his cock, complimenting your warm mouth.
"Shit" Ari swore, "fuck... ‘m not gonna last much longer," he jerked his truck off the road, throwing it in park along the shoulder of the deserted roadway.
Ari's large hands framed your face, gingerly pulling you from his cock, his tip resting on your tongue. Your teary eyes met his with confusion as he stared down at you, a soft desire swirling in his irises.
"You gonna take all that I give you, bit?" He rasped and you whimpered as you tried to nod your head, "that's my girl, so fucking good to me, bit... this cock is just for you… only you, baby," he relaxed his hold on your face and you eagerly swallow him back down with renewed vigor. Your panties completely ruined as your arousal seeped down your thighs to your torn leggings.
"Fuck" Ari groaned, holding your head in his lap as he fucked your face at a bruising pace. You whined, gagging while drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, fingers dipping to your clit, rubbing frantic circles as you brought him off.
"Shit" Ari hissed, rutting deep into your throat as he shot his warm release down into your belly. A large hand skimming the length of your back and squeezing your asscheek before brushing your fingers out of the way to push his fingers to your sopping entrance.
Your pussy fluttered as he pressed his fingers inside you, curling into your velvety walls as his thumb brushed over your puckered hole. You whined around his cock, still half hard in his mouth.
When you moved to pull off his length he held you in place with his free hand, fucking back into your mouth as you felt him growing hard again.
"Fuck, bit" his voice gravely, "take such good care of me... just wanna take care of you... need to fill you so full of me, this tiny little pussy will never get rid of me."
You were so close the filthy sounds of your squelching hole filling the cab of Ari's truck as tears streaked down your cheeks.
And just as you were reaching the edge of another orgasm, your world was ripped out from under you, chirping when Ari reached for the seat release at the side of the bench, throwing himself backwards until he was nearly laying flat.
In one swift motion Ari pulled his fingers from your cunt, moving to grip you from the hips as he pulled your ass up to his face.
"Levs!" you squeaked, his cock dropping from your mouth as your hands went to his thighs, steadying yourself.
Ari just hummed as his nose nudged your bundle of nerves, his thick arms wrapped protectively around your waist to keep you pressed to him.
Ari inhaled your scent, rutting his hips up appreciatively as his cock brushed your face. He licked a wide strip from your clit to your asshole as you gasped, your nails gripping at his sweatpants as you clenched around nothing.
"You OK, bit?" Ari smirked, one hand taking a handful of your asscheek as he turned his head to kiss your bare inner thigh, the gentle scratch of his beard making you whimper.
"Levs" you whined, "please..."
Ari moved his head slowly to kiss the other thigh before he dove into your fluttering hole, spearing his tongue into you as you cried out, your head lolling at his hip as you laid spread out over Ari's long body.
Ari's large hand squeezed almost painfully at your asscheek as he pressed into you, his tongue bottoming out in your quiver cunt as you fucked his face.
"Oh, god" you whimpered, "fuck... Ari... please..."
When Ari pulled away you whined in frustration, turning his head so you would hear him.
"Take me in your mouth" his voice was almost as ruined as yours as you moved a shaking hand to his throbbing cock. You stroked him a few times, lifting his length as you drew a ball into your mouth.
"That’s a good fucking girl” Ari groaned and you whined when he nipped at your soft skin.
You both moaned as your mouthes worked each other over, Ari rutting into your fist and licking back through your folds.
It didn't take long before you were close again, thighs trembling as he pulled the prettiest sounds from you.
"Fuck, bitty" Ari's groan rumbled though his entire chest, making you clench around the thick muscle of his tongue, "cum for me, baby... let me taste you" he grunted, bucking up into your hand as he speared you open on his tongue, the coil in your belly snapping as you came, moaning his name with his ball still in your mouth.
Ari lapped as your juices, pressing firm kisses to your bundle of nerves as your shaky thighs framed his face, rolling your hips over his mouth with every aftershock.
As you floated down from your high, he lifted your trembling body, gently maneuvering you until he had you cradled against his chest, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.
"Levs... that was..." you murmured against his lips but your brain was too broken and tired to finish.
"Just what I needed" he smiled, pressing his tongue past your lips and moaning when your tastes mingled.
"Come on, bitty" he said, helping you sit up in the bench seat before lifting the seat back into place and tucking himself back into his sweatpants.
"Sleep?" you couldn't even form full sentences anymore.
"Let's go sleep" he smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he turned the car on, starting it and easing back on the road in the direction of campus.
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Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Steve “Cappy” Rogers x female reader
Warnings: Cappy being a f*cking meatball 🙄, college drinking mentioned, mention of academic anxiety/pressure, explicit language and sexual innuendos, explicit sexual content implied, Cappy being an idiot (must be 18+)
Word Count: 2K
A/N: don’t hate me. It was Cappy 😬
This is not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
Cappy x bug: hockey AU
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
"Steve's not even here?" you groaned, letting your heaviest bag drop to the floor as you collapsed onto the couch, "he knows we're meeting today... I sent him the itinerary..." you grumbled as you dug your phone from your back pocket and started scrolling.
"Trust me... he knows" Barnesy smiled, "I think the 27 emails and 34 text messages helped.."
"This is important" you narrowed your eyes at Bucky, "and you said you'd help, Barnesy... but instead you just stole my best friend so she's no help either. And all you two do is canoodle all day long... and that's no help to me!"
"Someone needs help canoodling?" Cappy's smug voice came from the doorway.
"Ugh... I am in hell" you growled under your breath, standing as Barnesy smirked down at you.
"No, Captain meatball...” you turned, rolling your eyes as you looked at the time, "what I need from you is...” you looked up at Steve and your brain glitched, “chiseled abs…" you all but drooled, the bite completely drained from your tone.
Captain meatball- standing there in a pair of running shorts, shirtless and glistening like a Greek god. His dusting of chest hair adorned perfect abs crowing the v cut running down his chiseled form where a dark trail of hair escaped beyond the waistband of his shorts.
"I...I mean..." you stammered, eyes snapping up to Steve's as the corner of his mouth curled into a smug smirk, "I need you to be on time... Cap."
"I have chiseled abs you can use" another shirtless meatball, you hadn't even noticed, took a step forward, offering you his hand, "I'm Colin... I also like canoodling, cooking and long walks on the..."
"Man, shut up" Sam shoved Colin past you in the direction of the kitchen.
You rolled your eyes, letting out a frustrated exhale as you turned back to Steve who was eyeing you up.
"Do any of you wear clothes?" you asked the captain, looking around at the Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue you currently found yourself in.
"We just got back from a run... you know... for the chiseled abs" he smirked in amusement.
"Shut up" you snapped, "I have so much to do... I don't have time to wait around for you while you go running... then you get here all sweaty" you motioned to his chest, dewy with perspiration.
"Bug... I was only a few minutes late" he flashed his perfect teeth at you, "I promise we will get started- right now" he said, rounding the couch and bending to pick your bags up off the floor.
"Jeez... these things are heavy" he exhaled, "what you carry around in here... bricks?"
"Just my future… all my hopes and dreams... and all hope for the animals at the shelter... Steve..." you drew out his name on a whine, intense overwhelm washing over you as you questioned this plan for the millionth time.
"Hey... hey..." Steve cooed, wrapping an arm around you and tugging you to his side, "I promise you, bug... this is going to work... we'll raise so much money you'll have to build the animals a pool" he laughed as he ducked down, nudging his nose against your hair and taking a deep inhale of your shampoo.
The gesture was almost sweet, but he was sweaty and you groaned, pushing him away.
"So, this is the schedule for next week..." you continued, pointing at next week on your weekly planner.
"OK..." Steve said, leaning over the ping pong table where you had your stuff all spread out- schedule, pictures of the animals for adoption, mock work-ups of the tshirts the hockey team was selling to fans advertising the adoption drive, contacts for the calendar and which player would pose for which month.
You looked up at Steve, waiting for him to say more, but he was just staring at you, a warm smile on his stupid-cute face.
"What?" you chirped, feeling your cheeks heat as you suddenly became self conscious.
"Nothing..." Steve smiled, "you're just... really good at this, bug."
"Oh... um..." you felt your stomach flip as you ducked your face, "thanks" you murmured before the table was jostled and a loud metal thunk pulled you back to the present.
"Kegs here" another shirtless member of the hockey team winked at you, "what's your name, cutie?" he flashed you a ridiculously pretty smile.
"Not interested" you quipped as Steve snorted a laugh behind you.
"Well, not interested" the guy continued, confidence not even rattled, "maybe I'll catch you later... the name’s Storm," he offered you his hand, which you ignored, turning to the captain.
"You're having another party?" you scowled, "how the hell are we ever going to get this done?"
Johnny started moving and shuffling your belongings out of the way.
"Hey!" you huffed, yanking your stuff from him with a glare just as someone on the other end of the table spilled beer on your planner.
“What the hell?” you shrieked.
"Sorry, spitfire" Storm shrugged, "need the space."
Your leaned over the table sweeping all your things into a pile as you haphazardly gathered your stuff in a hurry, not wanting anything else to get ruined.
"Shit” Steve cursed, trying to help you, "I'm sorry... I'll get you a new..."
"This was a stupid idea" you said, snatching your soggy planner from his hand, holding it at arms length as you turned to leave.
"No..." his eyes went wide, "uh... no... um, let's finish in my room" he blurted as he took a step in front of you, blocking you way.
You paused, raising an eyebrow before frowning at his offer.
"No!" Steve held his hands up in front of him, trying to stop your thoughts, "not like that... I have a desk, it will be quieter up there. We can work all night long if you want."
You took a deep breath, looking around the busy room and sighing on a loud exhale.
"Fine" you finally said, letting Steve take your bags and planner as you followed him towards the stairs.
"Stop staring at my ass, Cappy" you grumbled as he followed you up to his room.
"So you get to look and I don't?" he smirked, causing you to stop, mid staircase and spin around to glare at him.
"I was not looking" you chirped.
"You were drooling" Steve teased.
"I was not" you squeaked, shoving his shoulder playfully.
"It's OK...." he smirked, taking the next step until he was level with you, leaning into your space as your breath hitched. You could feel his breath against your cheek while your heart hammered wildly in your chest, "I'm looking too," he murmured, eyes locked on your lips as he linked his fingers in yours, taking your hand.
A shiver straightened your spin as you leaned in, drawn to him like a magnet, your lips parting-about to brush over his when he winked, sidestepping you at the last second and pulling you up the stairs towards his room.
"You good?" Steve asked as you toweled off your ruined planner, huffing with frustration, "hey... bug... I promise I'll get you another one. I'll go right away in the morning."
"Do you have to call me that?" you asked, turning from his desk in the corner of his room to face him. Your eyes immediately went wide, quickly averting your gaze back to the planner.
"I'm gonna take a shower" Cappy said, standing in the middle of his room in only his boxer briefs *when did he have time to do that?* a towel wrapped around his neck.
"Got it" you nodded, avoiding his form as he turned, pulling the door closed when he left the room.
You tapped your pen on the desk, chewing on your bottom lip before exhaling through your nose with a grunt. You pushed your chair away from the desk and stood up, stretching your tired limbs over your head as you surveyed the room.
Captain meatball's room was surprisingly clean, just like the last time you were here. You walked to the other end of the room, stopping in front of his bookshelf and laughing to yourself as you noticed you had the same taste in books.
"Didn't peg you for a reader, meatball" you smirked to yourself, dragging your hands across the spines of each book before a few framed pictures caught your eye.
Steve with the team, a younger Steve in his hockey uniform on the ice- sweaty and holding a large trophy over his head, a picture with his parents and grandparents- you guessed and a Polaroid of Steve holding Fritz Gretzky on the kitten's adoption day at the shelter. Then you froze, your eyes focusing on a picture of Steve that looked like it had been taken recently. He was smiling his million dollar smile holding a chubby little baby- she appeared to be a little girl.
You knew his family didn't live near the college. Did one of the coaches have a baby? You picked up the frame, bringing it closer to study the picture as you sat on the edge of his bed.
After a moment of studying the picture, you heard scratching at the door, smiling you stood up and crossed the room to let Gretzky in. The small cat meowed appreciatively as he crossed the room, jumping on the bed and doing a full circle before settling into the comforter.
You kneeled down, leaning into the cat as you scratched behind his ears.
"I was hoping I'd see you, buddy" you cooed, giggling when he nudged his head to yours, purring loudly.
"Think you might be his favorite person ever" Steve hummed from behind you, you moved from the floor to the bed, looking up from the cat and smiling.
"Oh, yeah?" you smirked.
"I mean... I don't blame him" Steve smiled, crossing the room as he rubbed a towel over his damp hair before plopping down on his bed. Steve smelled of soap and was wearing a fresh pair of sleep shorts and a hoodie. He picked up the frame that was laying next to Gretzky and smiled.
"Oh, sorry" you cringed, "I was..."
"Snooping" he cut you off with a smirk.
"No" you insisted, but you felt your cheeks warm at the accusation.
He stared at the picture for a moment with a soft yet sad smile before standing and placing it back in it’s spot on his bookshelf.
"Who is she?" you asked, watching him intently as you gently scratched at Gretzky's fur.
"She's..." but Steve hesitated and you felt your cheeks warm again.
"God... I'm sorry" you said, standing up abruptly and moving back to the desk, "it's none of my business," you looked at the time on your phone, sighing as you started packing up. You were going to be late for a study group.
"No..." he turned to you as you sat down in his desk chair, loading stuff into your bags, "she's ahhhhh....." he started again.
You swiveled in your chair, intrigued as a heavy lead feeling stirred in your gut.
"It's complicated" he began with a sigh.
"You know what... Rogers... it's none of my business" you smiled, throwing a bag over your shoulder and standing up.
"Hey, bug" his voice was soft as he stood too and moved with you to the center of the room taking your hand in his, "I... I wanna tell you, but it's not really my story to tell..." he said.
"Oh..." was all you could think to say, starting down at your hand that suddenly looked so small.
What the hell does “not his story to tell” mean?
"I wanna get to know you" his lip twitched into a lopsided grin and your stomach did a flip when you looked up, his gaze burning intently into yours.
"I..." your brow furrowed with realization, "I think I'd actually like that," you were just as shocked as he was, enjoying the proximity between you when his bedroom door swung open.
"Cappy" a curvy coed wrapped in a tiny towel whined, "I thought you were bringing me a bigger towel?"
You looked from the beautiful, dripping wet woman in front of you and back to Captain meatball with total contempt.
"Bug... I..." he started to say but you threw your hand in the air, cutting his words short as you maneuvered around the woman, leaving the room without another word.
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Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Steve Rogers x female reader
Warnings: college party- possible excessive drinking, Steve being a himbo meatball, banter, Steve NOT taking a hint, slight peer pressure (unrelated to drinking/drugs or sex), kinda one sided enimies to lovers (must be 18+)
Word Count: ~2.1K
A/N: OMG! I don’t know how I managed to forget to add this authors note, but HUGE thank you to @stargazingfangirl18 for helping come up with Bug’s nickname and spitballing this storyline with me! Thank you, hoemate ily ♥️
not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
Cappy(Steve) x bug
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
The door opened as you took a deep grounding breath, hesitating for only a second before stepping through the frame and into the house. It was loud, too loud and smelled of stale beer.
"It will be fun... I promise" your friend smiled, scanning the room as she looked for a certain bruiser on the team known affectionately as Barnesy.
You narrowed your eyes at her, not believing for one second that this night would bring you any joy... that is until you spotted him!
His beautiful grayish-blue eyes. Ones you could easily get lost in... and had.... until one day he was just gone. With no warning.
At the time it had broken your heart a little, but you were happy for him. A new forever home. You smiled as his tail did that little twitch thing when he recognized you.
"Fritz?" you smiled, kneeling to let him nuzzle against your hand, the small gray cat instantly started purring.
"Seriously?" your friend sighed, "don't do the thing..."
"What thing?" you asked, coyly as you smiled down at Fritz.
"The thing where you go to a party and only interact with the animals... there are so many cute guys here... help me find Barnesy... I'm sure he has a few friends he'd introduce you to..." she tried tugging your arm gently.
"Pass" you smiled as you sank to the floor, Fitz climbing into your lap, "besides... I know him."
"You know who?" your friend looked around the party, hopeful.
"Him" you said, bending down to meet your forehead to the soft little kitty's head.
"The cat? You know the cat?" your friend sighed, rolling her eyes, knowing it was a lost cause, "come find me in 10?"
"Make it 30" you smiled.
"You're ridiculous" she used a sing-song voice as she turned to walk away.
"And you're helping me with the adoption drive" you called as she slipped through the throng of people mingling at the party, "... and your boyfriend is too."
"Not sure this counts..." she called over her shoulder with a dismissive wave.
"Yes it does... You only said I had to come to the party” you retorted before returning your attention to the cat curled up in your lap.
"Hi, sweet boy" you cooed, scratching behind his ears as a ping pong ball whizzed past your head.
Fritz let out a yowl as he got up from your lap, stretching lazily and slinking up the stairs.
"Sorry about that" some guy gave you a wink as you dismissed him, scrambling to follow Fritz up the stairs.
"Hey... Fritzy" you called sweetly, "where'd you go, buddy?"
You tiptoed once you got to the second floor landing, not sure if you were supposed to be up here.
You sighed as the noise faded, already feeling lighter the farther you got from the raging party downstairs.
"Fritz?" you called, sneaking past the first bedroom with a closed door.
The second bedroom door was open and as you peeked in you found Fritz curled up in the middle of a neatly made bed.
"Hello?" you called to no one in particular. You hesitated for a moment before taking a tentative step inside the room, sinking to your knees in front of the bed. Fritz rolled over on his back, stretching out and gently batting at your face as you leaned down to nuzzle him.
"I missed you, buddy" you giggled, lying you head on the bed and staring into the cats friendly eyes, "who do you belong to now? Are they nice to you? ... they better be..."
You hadn't noticed the room's occupant enter as he leaned against the doorframe watching you with a soft smile.
"I bet you don't even like hockey" you scoffed, looking around the room littered with hockey memorabilia, "it's a stupid sport... huh?"
"Actually... he loves it" the sudden voice behind you made you jump, turning to look up at the blonde meatball from the library.
"You?" you were honestly shocked.
"Look" he started, "if this is some ploy to get in my room... I'll admit... using my cat is pretty clever... that's a new one."
You scoffed, scowling up at him before turning your attention back to Fritz.
"But... I'm gonna have to see what you're working with before I make a decision..." the meatball continued, cocking his head to get a better look at you, "I got this hot girl downstairs just waiting for..."
"Excuse me" you huffed, standing up, completely offended, "I already told you... I'm not interested" you crossed your arms over your chest in disgust.
"Already?" He smirked, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip as he smiled down at you.
Fuck... was that hot? that was hot. No! What the hell were you thinking? Not the blonde doofus...
"You really are the worst" you snarled.
"Wait... do I know you?" he asked, genuinely confused, "look if we hooked up last year... I don't remember much of Junior season to be completely honest..."
"We did not hook up" you confirmed, "I came up here for Fritz" you let out your breath in a huff.
"Fritz?" the blonde asked, following your gaze to the bed, "you mean Gretzky?"
"Gretzky?" you asked, looking down at the little cat as he looked up at you, meowing. "What kinda name is that?"
"Only the best hockey player of-all-time" the blonde scoffed, flopping on the bed next to the cat as the feline stood up, circling and leaning into the annoyingly beautiful man in front of you, nuzzling his head into the man's neck.
"Hey, buhbuh" the blonde cooed to the cat and you could hear Fritz Gretzky purring.
"Oh... um... I knew..." you paused, making sure to get the name right, "Gretzky at the animal shelter before you adopted him" you clarified.
"Oh, really?" he asked, smiling up at you as the cat left his side, walking to the edge of the bed where you stood and stretching up to paw at your leg.
You smiled down at the cat as you patted his head. The blonde watched you, smiling at how sweet you were with Gretzky. You looked up, face heating when your gaze met Steve’s as he gestured for you to sit on his bed.
You hesitated for a moment before Gretzky pawed at you again, giving in to the sweet cat and his stupidly attractive owner. You sat in silence both petting the purring cat before you got up the nerve to speak.
"You really don't remember me?" you asked, chewing at you bottom lip as you watched him. An anxious feeling in the pit of your stomach.
"I mean... I wish I did, sweetheart" he smirked, "you're as cute as a bug."
There it was... his cheesy meatball one liners as you rolled your eyes, remembering why you didn't like him in the first place.
"Wait... did we meet at The Barn's gong show last month?" he smirked at you.
"Uh... no" you shook your head, giving Gretzky one last scratch behind his ear before standing up... "see ya... golden boy."
"Hey... where ya going, bug?" he asked, sitting up, "you're not gonna tell me how I know you?”
"Nope" you popped, leaving his room to find your friend and Barnesy.
"The bars?" He called after you as you got to the top of the steps.
"Nope" you yelled back to him before descending the staircase.
"So the adoption event is in 6 weeks and we need to figure out how to get the word out" you said while passing out Polaroids of all the animals for adoption.
You had found your friend downstairs at the party and were now sitting next to her and Barnesy on the couch as you discussed the adoption drive.
"I have the materials to make posters back at my place... I could run back and get them..." you started.
"Y/N... did posters work last year?" Clover asked just as the blonde walked up behind the couch, bending down to whisper something in Bucky's ear.
Your friend's boyfriend smiled, gaze flickering to you before he nodded to Steve, leaning in to whisper something in his Captain’s ear.
"You cheated" you narrowed your eyes at the blonde meatball while he rounded the couch with glee, plunking down between you and Clover. Barnesy smirked as he pulled Clover on his lap, making room on the couch for the intruder.
"Animal shelter-meatball girl from the library" he smiled at you triumphantly, tossing his arm over your shoulder, "hi... I'm Cappy" he offered you his hand.
"Captain Meatball" you sighed, shrugging his arm off your shoulder as you ignored his outstretched hand, "so you figured out who I am… by cheating… Can you leave and let us get on with it?"
"You're fun" he laughed as you let out an exhale, turning back to your friend while trying to ignore him.
“Who does homework at a party?” Steve continued.
“It’s not homework” you turned to him, “animals are my passion” you added before thinking better of it.
"The adoption drive, right?" Cappy smiled softly, taking a handful of Polaroids from you.
"Yeah" you said returning his smile for a moment before turning back to clover, "I think we just need more posters this time."
"That won't work" Cappy interjected. You looked at him, rolling your eyes as he flashed you a shit-eating-grin.
"And you have a better idea?" you narrowed your eyes at him.
"Actually I do..." he smiled smugly, "but you told them I couldn't help..." he goaded.
"Fine" you exhaled... "what is it?"
"You wanna get people's attention to adopt all the animals?" he asked rhetorically, "so you gotta make it sexy" he smirked.
"What the hell does that mean?" you were losing your patience as you let your face drop into your hands, rubbing at your temples.
"Make a calendar" he said.
"With all the animals?" you sat up, smiling, "that's actually a pretty good idea..."
"The animals and us" he clarified, motioning to Barnesy and a few other teammates near the couch, "a hockey guy's calendar with the animals... it'll raise money for the shelter and get the word out about the animals that need homes."
"No" you chirped, "no way!"
"What? why?" he breathed out looking to others for support.
"Because I'm not letting you pimp out the animals to get laid" you were exasperated.
"Sweetheart, I don't need any help getting laid" his grin was too smug.
"It's a good idea" Clover said, tentatively as you groaned.
You knew Captain Meatball’s idea was actually kinda good... or maybe it was brilliant. How many people would buy a calendar just for Steve alone? The guy had a lot of fans and the shelter could really use the money…
"Pucks for Paws" Cappy smiled as others around him nodded along, clearly liking the idea.
"And how are we gonna fund all this?" you asked him, "we hardly have it in the budget to pay for the poster board I got..."
"The hockey team has to do philanthropy hours every year" Cappy shrugged, "we have money to give to charities too."
"And who decides where you do your hours? And where the money goes?" you asked, he was making this all sound way too easy.
"Me" he smiled at you, "and it just so happens I wanna help out.”
"Why?" you asked, suspiciously- ignoring the somersault in your stomach.
"Cause I like ya, bug" he smirked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest.
He crushed you into him as you groaned, trying to push away before giving up and going pliant against his chest. He smelled amazing. You breathed in, relaxing into the warmth of his embrace.
"Fine" you sighed, "for the animals" you added quickly.
"Great!" Cappy said excitedly, "OK, guys... who wants what animal?" he asked, passing out pictures to his teammates, "I'm thinking of goin' in the buff so I'm gonna need a big cat to hold in front of my..."
"Nooooo" you yipped, slapping your hand over his mouth, "this is not going to be a nudie calendar."
"Oh, bug" Steve leaned into you, his large muscular thigh pressed to yours, "this is gonna be fun."
A/N: Ahhhhhhhh! I love them! Captain Meatball may be my new favorite nickname for Steve 😂
The hockey dividers were made by the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics ♥️
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Pairings: Jake Jensen (Yenzy) x Y/N (nickname to come)
Warnings: 21+ excessive drinking, college drinking games, alcohol + hormones, shooting your shot while tipsy, sexual innuendos, friends with benefits (must be 18+)
Word Count: 1.5K
A/N: Thank you to @navybrat817 for helping inspire this game of Kiss the Cup 😘
This is not beta read. All mistakes are my own ♥️
Yenzy x y/n
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
The gongshow was raging at The Barn, the guys celebrating a big win with a blow out. The house was packed, alcohol was flowing and a round of Kiss the (Stanley) Cup- pairing excessive alcohol consumption and hormones- with a promise of good luck for any team member lucky enough to get a kiss- was in full swing.
You stepped up to the table, ping-pong ball in hand, smirking at Steve as you aimed for the row of red Solo cups, eyeing up the name you wanted. There was one cup for almost every member of the team- the seniors at least.
"No way... hell no!" Steve said narrowing his eyes at you from across the table, "next" he yelled to the line behind you.
"Fuck off, Steven Grant" you chirped, knowing he hated when you used his full name, "it’s for good luck…”
"Nope," Steve let his arms extend in a no good motion, "not happening... you're like my sister, you're not hooking up with any of my teammates."
"I'm not your sister" you scoffed, "I'm your childhood best friend… and who said anything about hooking up?” You feigned innocence, “it’s called Kiss the Cup."
“Come on, punk” Barnesy goaded, “let her play… she’s your best friend.”
"Your hot best friend" Sam said leaning in and moving his cup to the front row, “come on, Y/N… you know what to do” he winked while flashing you his million-dollar-smile.
Sam was cute and all… but you had your eye on someone else. You laughed as Steve berated Sam for thinking he even had a chance.
“Naaaah way, man!” Steve scoffed, “I hear what you get up to at The Shack… revolving door.”
“Hey, I learn form the best… Cappy” Sam said, taking Steve in a headlock as the guys scuffled playfully from the other side of the table.
“Gotta make sure next years Captain is ready for the title” Steve smirked, twisting out of the headlock and clapping Sam on the back.
In all the commotion, the guys didn’t even noticed you shot the ball but when it landed in the cup your shoulder's slumped, letting out an exhale before your lip curled up at the corner, relief growing into a smirk as you rounded the table.
When Steve notice you walking towards him he looked down at the cups and let out a sigh of relief when you stopped in front of him.
"Ya got me” he beamed, "lemme get one right here, y/n" he smirked, pointing to his cheek.
You leaned in sweetly as if you were going to give him a kiss, but instead you blew a raspberry on his cheek, laughing when he groaned.
“Yuck” he huffed, using his shirt to wipe off his face as you reached into his name cup, taking your ping-pong ball out and dropped it in the cup next to it.
“Hey… come on” he said, “you know it’s bad luck not to kiss the cup.”
“Better find my kiss then” you smirked, blowing him a kiss as you picked up the cup, turning to leave the room.
Steve snatched the cup out of your hand before you got far and turned it over, laughing when he saw the name.
"Good luck with that" he wheezed, "he's already in a relationship... with the net."
"And the pucks" another teammate added.
"Naaaahhh, his fancy gaming laptop" Barnesy smirked.
"He's a goalie" you shrugged, "I'd be worried if he didn't want to protect his net" you grabbed the cup from Steve's hand and skipped across the room to find the team goalie- Jake Jensen- the one everyone called Yenzy.
Yenzy was cute, a little nerdy and a computer science major. True, he talked to the net and the pucks and the rest of the team thought he was a little bonkers- but they loved him. Jake was a good guy, he was always the one that won the "who'd you let your daughter date" question from the rest of the team.
Sure, everyone knew he was a good guy and a phenomenal goalie. But he was also hot. The type of guy that's adorkable and bumbly around women because he doesn't even know how hot he is...
And thankfully, you had just enough liquid courage in your system to shoot your shot.
"Hey, Yenzy" you smiled when you found him sitting on the couch, deep in a conversation about - you guessed it- hockey.
You squeezed your way between him and another younger member of the team who’s name was escaping you at the moment. Jake shifted his thick thighs to make room for you on the couch while the teammates scattered, leaving you and Jake alone.
"How ya doing?" he asked with a warm smile as he looked around the room, "where's Cappy?"
"Playing Kiss the Cup" you smiled, "I was too... and ya know who I got?"
"Oh, nice.... Uh.... Sam?" he guessed.
"Nope" you bit back a smile, shaking you head.
"Barnesy?" Jake offered.
"Nope..." the smile you had been fighting spread across your face. You turned the cup in your hand so he could see his name.
"Oh... Uh... shit" Jake laughed, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously, "sorry..." he cringed a little before taking a swig of his beer.
"Why are you sorry?" you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, "you seeing someone?" you asked with interest.
"No" he scoffed, almost choking on his beer.
"So... where you want your kiss?” you smirked, watching Jake's brain malfunction.
"I... uh... um" he stammered, looking up to find Steve leaning in the door frame, eyeing you both up.
“The cheek” Steve said, arms crossed over his chest.
You rolled your eyes at Steve’s over protective posturing- like a big brother- before he said something mildly threatening towards Jake about not wanting to hurt his goalie.
Jake looked back at you panic in his eyes and that's when you took pity on him.
"It's OK, Yenzy… it’s for good luck” you smiled, turning your face and pointing to your cheek.
You felt Jake's slight exhale of relief before he pressed a kiss to the apple of your cheek. The brush of his warm lips made your stomach flip as you tried to hide your disappointment.
"Cappy wouldn't hurt you... I won't let him" you smiled at Jake as you moved to stand up. You turned back towards Jake, placing a hand at each broad shoulder before leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"Too bad it wasn't a real kiss... could’ve gotten real lucky" you smirked, pressing your lips to Jake's cheek before leaving him alone on the couch.
It was getting late and the party had cleared out, some of the guys were passed out on couches or the floor. You, Steve, Barnesy and a few others were all in the living room with some movie playing in the background.
"I need a water" you sighed, "and a bed" you groaned, pushing yourself up off the couch and making your way towards the kitchen.
"You can crash in my bed" Steve offered, "I'm not gonna need..." he started to say before his phone chimed, "hold it" he smirked, sitting up and typing into his phone.
"Veronica with the hat trick" Steve smirked, standing up to meet his booty call at the front door.
"Offer receded then?" You called after him, teasingly.
You rolled your eyes, walking into the kitchen and pulling open the fridge. You grabbed a bottled water before turning around and running into a brick wall.
"Jesus, Yenzy" you squeaked, "you scared me" you took a step backwards as he caged you in against the fridge, making the door shut as your back was pressed to the cool metal.
“ ‘s bad luck to refuse a kiss, right?” his voice rumbled low in his chest as his gaze fell to your lips.
“Right” you whispered, taking a trembling breath.
Jake's blue eyes were blown dark as his arm slipped behind you, lifting gently at your lower back and pulling you to him while he ducked down, brushing his lips against yours. He was tentative at first, softly exploring your mouth in a toe curling kiss. You whimpered when his tongue swept into your mouth, cradling your face in his palm as you ran your hands up the muscular wall of his chest.
Jake groaned your name when he pulled away, breaking the kiss too soon. You whined at the loss of his perfect pout.
"Y/N, I don't have time for this… I got school and the team" he sighed, pressing his forehead to yours and huffing as if he was fighting some inner monologue.
"You have time for a friend of the team?” You asked, breathlessly, your hands reaching up and running through the hair at the back of his neck, scratching at his scalp. Jake moaned, leaning into your touch as you captured his lips in a bruising kiss, feeling the heavy length of him, hard against your hip.
"Friend?" he groaned when your tongue slipped back into his mouth, “never had a friend like you…’
"Wanna be your special friend, Yenzy” you shivered as he pressed you against the fridge door exploring every inch of your body with his large friendly hands.
*sigh* What I wouldn’t give to be Yenzy’s special friend 😏😏😏
A/N: also, for anyone wondering about Sam’s lack of nickname- there is almost always a guy that just goes by his name- usually the one that has two fist names as his full name 😆
The hockey dividers were made by the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics ♥️
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Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Ari Levinson x female reader
Warnings: college drinking, possible underaged college drinking mentioned, end of year binge drinking mentioned, slight angst, unrequited feelings, explicit sexual content- mention of oral (m receiving), implied sexual content, explicit language, SIZE kink- Ari is 6’6 without skates, reader is small (must be 18+)
Word Count: 1.8K
A/N: this one shot takes place almost 2 years before Light that Lamp.
Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.
Levs (Ari) x itty bitty
Lucky Charms: hockey AU
"Itty bit?" Ari's warm baritone boomed from the staircase, "you up here?" you could hear his larger-than-life frame stalking down the hallway.
You squealed with intoxicated glee, making yourself as small as possible as you ducked the rest of the way into the enormous hockey duffle bag, tucking your head in just as he rounded the corner into his bedroom.
"Bit?" Ari called, gripping the doorframe to steady himself as he surveyed the space.
It was the last few days of your sophomore year and you had both indulged in a few too many at the end of year Gong-Show-Stopper.
Ari was leaving tomorrow to go back to Canada for the summer and you were trying to drown your sorrows in a vat of Cappy's puck-bunny pantie droppin' punch.
"Itty?" Ari called again, looking around the dimly lit room.
You cupped your hand over your mouth, an attempt to muffle your tipsy giggles as Ari's eyes landed on the wiggly bag at the base of his bed.
"Hmmmm" Ari hummed, theatrically, "where could my itty bit be?"
You hugged your knees to your chest, a fit of hiccups overtaking you as you tried to hold off another round of giggles.
"Well... I guess I better get going home" Ari continued, bending over and picking up his bag, with you in it, before slinging it clumsily over his shoulder.
"Oh, Canada..." Ari hummed low in his chest as he turned to leave the room.
Ari let his hand run down the length of the bag, lingering when he found the curve of your ass. He smirked when he heard you gasp, drawing his palm back and bringing it down with a hard crack to your backside. Ari laughed when you cried out.
"Levs" you chirped, jolting and making him fumble the bag, both of you crashing to the floor in a heap as he tried to catch you.
"Fuck... sorry" Ari groaned, "didn't mean to drop you, bit."
"Shit" you hissed, pushing your way out of the bag and siting up with your hair all askew, grumbling about him being the pain in your ass.
"What were you doing in there?" Ari asked, leaning on his elbow casually as he stretched across the floor with a lazy smirk.
"You weren't supposed to find me" you whined, pouting out your bottom lip playfully, "I was trying to stole-away so you'd take me to Canada."
"Stowaway" Ari smiled, sitting up and yanking his hockey duffle, with you still in it, closer- his long legs caging you in as he attempted to smooth your hair back in place.
"Yeah... stole-away" you hiccuped, leaning into his touch with a purr.
"Stow-away" he tried correcting you again as your nose knocked against his with a soft hum.
"Hi" you whispered, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in your chest when his smiled sleepily at you.
"Hi, my little stole-away" Ari's smile was almost shy as his eyes flickered to your mouth, licking his lips and pausing for only a second before leaning into you as your stomach did a somersault.
"No" you squeaked, your hands slapping over his face, hastily covering his mouth and beard as you pushed him away from you.
"No what?" Ari grunted a laugh, confused at your reaction.
"No kissing!" your huffed, emotions on high.
"Oh, come on" Ari scoffed, "you totally wanted me to kiss you... been giving me that look all night..."
"What look" you exhaled, narrowing your eyes at him.
"That kiss me look" Ari's smile was too smug for his own good.
"I have not" you chirped, "I am not one of your groupies" you emphasized, "we've never kissed before... we're not starting now..."
"You've sucked my cock" Ari smirked as you pushed your way out of the duffle bag, your thighs clenching involuntarily at the mention of his thick cock.
"That's different" you scowled, "and we agreed... this wasn't going to become a thing..." you motioned between you and Ari.
"How is that different?" Ari laughed, shaking his head with confusion as he watched you shimmy out of the duffle back, a baby gazelle on new legs, wobbling before he offered you a large hand to steady yourself.
"It just..." you sighed, giving pause to the moment as your thoughts tried to catch up, "is..." you settled on as you scrambled up to his bed, sitting down and leaning over to unbuckle your shoes.
"What if I wanna?"Ari asked.
"You want to kiss me?" your voice cracked, feeling a heat crawl over your cheeks as your heart hammered against your ribcage.
"Well... I'm drunk... you're drunk. We can make out a little" he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.
But it was a big deal. You felt yourself slipping and you knew you couldn't. You couldn't fall for Ari. He didn't see you that way.
You refused to meet Ari's gaze, scowling as your fingers fumbled with your shoes. Falling back on his bed with a heavy exhale of frustration.
Ari joined you on the bed, taking your ankle in his large hands as he set your foot in his lap, gently working the buckles of your shoes open before pulling you foot out. You sighed, room spinning a little while you watched him remove your other shoe.
"Kisses are for when it matters" you murmured, unable to tear your eyes from him when his gentle touch stirred something deep in your belly.
"You do matter" Ari was quick to answer, removing his tshirt and throwing it at you as he stood to shuck his shorts off, tossing them to the floor before pulling the comforter back and slipping into his bed.
You frowned, but quickly removed your shirt- platonic sleepovers had quickly become your weekend routine unless one of you was seeing someone else. Ari leaned back staring up at the ceiling as you slipped into his oversized shirt.
"No... I mean..." you grunted, leaning back in his bed as you struggled to wiggle out of your pants. Ari sat up, giving you a playful eye roll while gripping the bottom of your pant legs and tugging them down your body.
"Thank you" you felt your face heat again when Ari got a flash of your panties before you scrambled backwards under the comforter.
"You matter, bit" Ari smiled, watching you get comfortable, sinking into the familiar bed as your eyelids got heavy.
"I know..." you smiled watching him reach over to turn off the bedside light, "I just... kisses are for when this matters, Levs."
"This?" Ari asked as you took a deep breath.
"When I'm more than just your next willing throat" you swallowed down that bitter bile taste of tipsy over-sharing, "if" you tried to correct quickly, but it was already now.
Ari was quiet for several minutes, pensive as he appeared to be lost in thought before turning towards you with a smile.
"You matter... you're special, bit... not like any of the others" he finally said as you felt yourself slip away- giving in to the tired as it seeped into your bones. You sighed melting into Ari's chest when he pulled you into his side.
"You're special to me too" you murmured, just about drifting into a light sleep as Ari spoke again.
"Ya know what would be really special?" Ari ducked closer and you could feel the smirk of his lips brushing over your crown.
"Don't..." you groaned.
"A special goodbye from a willing throat" Ari's voice cut through the silence only to be met with a pillow right to his stupidly pretty face.
Ari grunted as you giggled sleepily, rolling away from him before he wrapped his thick arm around your waist, tugging your back to his chest- his little spoon- made just for him.
Soon you were lulled to a restless sleep- listening to the low rumble of his chest.
Bright sunlight streaming in through the window made you groan. The disappointed made your chest feel unbearably tight when you rolled over to an empty bed. It was early enough that the air wafting in through the cracked window was still crisp with a bite of cool summer breeze. You stretched, arms reaching out over Ari's side of the bed, your brows furrowing when you felt how cold his spot was under your fingertips. Your heart clenching in your chest before you heard him walk back into his bedroom, bending to stuff something in his packed duffle bag.
"There she is” he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I gotta get going soon..."
"OK" you murmured, pulling his sheets up over your face, just your eyes blinking sleepily up at him.
"Come here, bit" he opened his large arms, waiting for a hug.
"I haven't brushed my teeth" you squeaked in protest before he ripped the sheet from your grasp, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up to a seated position.
"Hey!" you yipped, mildly protesting Ari's gentle manhandling when his took you by the wrists and tugged you into his lap.
"I don't care, bit... get over here" he laughed, tugging you against his chest and pulling you in his lap, "I'm gonna miss you" he said, pressing a kiss to the sleep matted crown of your head.
"I'm gonna miss you" your arms wrapped around his waist as you took a deep breath, trying to memorize his scent.
"You don't gotta leave if you don't want... Cappy's here for the summer" Ari said.
"Rooming with Cap for the summer?" you snorted, "no thanks."
"Yeah... probably not a good idea" Levs laughed, his hand ran down the length of your back as you shivered into him.
"Don't forget me, pretty girl" Ari gave you another quick squeeze and your eyes quickly filled with tears, choking on a watery scoff.
"I won't" you sniffed, wiping at your eyes as Ari pulled away, holding you at arms length to study your face.
"Aw, bit... don't cry" Ari teased, pulling you back into his chest in a crushing hug.
You melted into him, tears streaking his shirt before you pulled away.
"You better get on the road" you cleared your throat, slipping from Ari's lap back into his bed.
Ari smiled warmly at you before leaning over and grabbing his duffle bag. He pressed a wordless kiss to your forehead before standing and walking out of his room. Ari paused at the door, turning back to you, but didn't say anything as he left the room.
You breathed out a heavy exhale, slumping back against his pillow with a whimper. How were you going to survive the entire summer without him?
"Hey, bit?" Ari called, walking back into the room with purpose and dropping his duffle to the floor with a thunk.
“It matters" he murmured, kneeling down next to you and framing your face in his large hands as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss.
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The picture is from The Pure Hockey Blog.
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