Summary: After being just friends with Kevin for over four years, can you ever be anything more?
Word Count: 10.2k
Warnings: a little angst, a lot of fluff, a smidgen of smut, friends to lovers because that’s my jam
A/N: so this originally started as a blurb which got mildly out of hand and turned into this fic. I have repeated the scene from the blurb to keep the flow the same. I have no regrets.
This is particularly inspired from Talk About by Seaforth (thanks @antoineroussel!) and Just Friends by Virginia to Vegas (thanks @broadstbroskis!)
can you do 1, 2, and 3 from the smut prompt list with svechy?
TW ⚠️ : Erotic writing that contains explicit, sexual content.
Disclaimer : Fiction is fiction and is not representative of them in real life nor their relationship status. You are responsible for what you choose to read.
Smut prompts used : 1. “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” 2. “Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good. 3. “Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.”
Requests are now closed. Finishing up hoes for the Canes 200 followers celebration!
Hi anon, I decided to explore another side of big boy with this fic. I hope I won’t disappoint! 😏
“Baby what – what are you doing?” Andrei asked in a nervous laughter.
“Did I say you could talk?,” you replied harshly, straddling his muscular thighs with his belt in your hands.
The Russian shook his head. “Good. Now give me your hands.”
Completely puzzled, he did as instructed and you tightened the belt around his wrists. Firmly, but not enough to cut off his blood flow or hurt him. You lifted his arms, so his tied wrists would lay above his head on the pillow. You heard him groan as you ran your warm hands up and down his naked chest.
“You don’t think I noticed the way you acted tonight at the bash? You think you could just let these girls circle you like vultures and not push them away… right under my eyes?”
“I –,” he tried to complain.
“No! Instead of that you played the seduction card, getting all touchy-feely with them hoping I wouldn’t fucking noticed.”
You directed your hand on the hard bulge in his boxers, palming it.
“I’m sorry… it wasn’t my intention. I just didn’t know what to do! They were all on me and…” he pleaded.
“And you love the attention Andrei. You’re a little attention seeker and tonight was perfect for you even if it meant making me mad at you.”
Your grip on his length was firmer, teasing the head of his cock through the fabric with your thumb. The winger apologized again, saying it wouldn’t happen again. You accepted his apologies, but also intended on making him pay for what you had gone through tonight.
“Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?”
Darkness gathered in his eyes and filled them. Andrei had never been in this situation before. He was always the dominant one. The one in charge. But this time it was different and he wasn’t sure how he felt about having no control on what was happening.
“Punish me?” he mocked, almost in a cocky way. “Really?”
You felt your body tensing up and your breathing shifting up under the anger boiling inside of you. Of course he would taunt you like he does with other team’s players on the ice, he’s good at it and he knows it.
You traced his peck with your fingertips, forming little circles and went down to his abs before going back up to start again. His shivers only served to make him want to take it to the next level, to make him sigh and moan with pleasure until he admitted that you were the one in control.
“Sorry,” he breathed out. “What I said was more in the sense of teas..”
“I don't care. I think you need to be reminded who you belong to and I will be more than welcome to give you a taste of your own medicine for once.”
Andrei tried to complain, growing impatient with you still palming his hard erection.
“Shush.” The Russian immediately closed his mouth as you ran a hand on his chest to lay it flat on his abs. “From now on, I'm calling the shots, understand? There's no point in resisting.”
He nodded. You lowered yourself down and placed a trail of kisses on his body. Andrei stifled a groan when the tip of your wet tongue went flat against his hardened nipple. You grinned and let your teeth scrapped against both of the hard buds. You enjoyed the warm skin under your lips and listening to his breathing becoming more and more breathless. You went up to the reddened skin of his neck and began to lick and nibble. His cock was throbbing under you and begging for some attention as you made your way down his body again.
You tugged the fabric down watching his dilated pupils peeking through his lashes in the dim lights of your bedroom. Andrei let out a relief sight when his cock hit his lower stomach, the red angry tip leaking precum. “So desperate for me,” you mocked, letting your breath fan over the head.
“Malyshka please,” he whined above you.
You locked your gaze in his, letting your tongue flattened against his tip and flicking it a couple times. You used your hand to spread his precum evenly and started a slow bobbing up and down his hard length, leaving Andrei in nothing but a moaning mess. You couldn’t resist the urge to take it all in your mouth, even tho you could barely fit half of his thick length. Your tongue curled under his cock head as you used one hand to jerk off what you couldn’t take and the other to massage his balls and perineum. His big brown eyes were shut down. Little moans coming out of his open lips and you can see he’s fighting the urge to free his hands out of the belt.
His hips bucked as a natural response to your touch and you nearly choked on his length before letting his throbbing dick fall off your warm mouth.
“Move an inch and you won’t be coming tonight.”
“Sorry, am sorry,” Andrei mumbled, letting his head fall back against the pillow.
You went straight back to work, keeping the suction on his tip while you were fondling his heavy balls with your hands. Your jaw was hurting and you felt like you were drowning with all the saliva running down your chin but you kept going. Andrei’s length stiffened, the echoes of his shallow breathing resonating heavy in the bedroom and you knew he was about to come. You waited until the very last minute before pulling his dick out, leaving it twitching against his abdomen.
The young man was cussing in what seemed to be a mix of Russian and English. His eyes were shut tight, his skin all flustered and his chest halving with every breath he took.
“Untie me… please,” he whined, reopening his eyes and displaying a hungry gaze.
“Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good tonight Andrei.”
His whole body was so tense from being denied of an orgasm and at this point he just wanted a release. “I’ll do anything. I’m sorry, I only want you, you know that. I never meant to hurt you.”
“Aw my good boy,” you said, stroking his cheek. “If you let me ride that pretty face of yours then yes, I’ll let you come.”
Andrei let out a sigh of relief. “O-okay, have a seat.”
You grinned, straddling his chest in a kneeling position to grab the headboard. You scooted forward until your thighs were on either side of his head. You knew he wished he had his hands to pleasure you and how hard it must be for him to only be able to take and not give. You lowered your body so your core made contact with his face and mouth.
“Mmm, just like that. Just like that baby,”you whispered, guiding him by his hair so his tongue was moving up and down your throbbing pussy, the tip of it flicking against your clit. He knew your body like the back of his hand and how to make you come fast and hard. You lowered your eyes and made contact with his big brown ones, darkened by desire and need. Desperate to get your own release, you started rocking your hips gently on his pretty face, bracing your hands on the belt around Andrei’s wrists.
This was too much. The vibrations of him humming underneath you, his wet lips making out with your pussy like it was your mouth and the eye contact you kept while being so intimate. With one last suction on your clit, you cried out his name and chanted it like your favorite song, dissolving into pleasure. Even tho you were the one in charge, he couldn’t help being smug about making you come so quickly without the help of his hands. His chin was covered with your wetness, lips all reddened and puffy and his gorgeous dimpled smile greeting you.
“Untie me… please. I’ve been good baby and I apologize for what I did,” he pleaded again.
You straddled his chest and did as he asked, finally freeing his wrists from the belt. Wasting no time, Andrei cupped your jaw to bring you into a heated kiss immediately battling for dominance with you.
“Huh huh. No,” you said, pushing him away. “I untied you, but I am still in charge here. You can’t touch unless I say so or I’ll tie you up again…understood?”
He gulped and nodded, visibly aroused and frustrated.
“Words Andrei.”
“Y-yes fuck… please just do anything.”
“Such a needy baby boy,” you teased.
He let his back rest against the headboard as you lowered your body to reach his neglected cock. Slowly you let your folds slide up and down his length covering it with your wetness, letting him beg for more until you finally gave him the sweet tightness of your heat.
“F-fuck! Sorry… sorry won’t last,” he said completely out of breath.
You braced yourself on his broad shoulders and started bouncing up and down under his attentive eyes. It was so hot to see him in this position. Not in control, overwhelmed by all the teasing, letting out some little shattered breath. The young man groaned, your pace being too slow for him to be able to reach his climax and you could feel he had the urge to touch you.
“You wanna touch Drei? Yeah you want to pound me till’ the next day? Is that what you need?”
“Y-yes please, please,” he whimpered.
“You’ve been a good boy for me. Go ahead.”
You didn’t have to say more. He flipped you over and pummeled inside of you. His chain was almost hitting your face with every single thrusts so he had to take it between his teeth. He fought hard to kept his eyes open to see your face and focus on not coming too early but he had been on the edge forever and couldn’t hold back. You wrapped your legs around his waist and with one last powerful thrust he came in a loud guttural groan, spilling himself inside of you.
Andrei collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted as if he had just played a consecutive 20 minutes shift. You did exactly as he usually would with you. You retrieved a warm washcloth from the bathroom, cleaning up his mouth and spent cock. Accidentally making him hiss at the touch. You gave him a fresh pair of boxers and tucked him in the bed, pulling your body close to his.
“I am very sorry printsessa,” he said in a husky voice. “You’re the only one I have eyes for, I promise.”
“Shhhh,” you cooed, running your hand through his soft hair. “I know Drei. I promise I’m not mad at you. You did so good for me.”
He grinned. “Oh so you like dom’ing me now?”
You giggled, kissing his jawline and added, “I think we really should do that again. It’s not a bad thing to have the roles reversed sometimes.”
“Oh so… I should make you jealous again?”
You rolled your eyes and kiss him one last time before you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.
andrei svechnikov such a summertime bf …. all warm weather, string bikinis, skimpy sundresses, and a possessive hand wrapped around your throat
sticky sweet like cherry syrup and pretty words whispered in russian
warnings: 18 plus. semi public sex, teasing, mild ass eating (mild tho), oral, unprotected vaginal sex (BAD!!!), dirty mouths, touchy feely shit.
also, mentions of families and siblings. not proofread. sorry that this ended weird, wanted to get it out.
Andrei had you right where he wanted you. His hands pressed firm to your thighs and his head buried between your neck and your tits. You were so warm and he claimed he couldn't help his wandering hand, or his hard cock that was pressed against your stomach. He tasted like coffee each time you kissed him, his tongue warm inside your mouth each time he teasingly slipped it in.
It had been three days since Andrei had fucked you, being on vacation with your family and sharing a room with your older sister and her husband, an appropriate time was yet to show yourself. Also, after two years of dating Andrei your family was just now finally allowing you two to sleep in the same bed on trips, and you weren't about to prove them right.
"Andrei," you warned him with a smile when his fingers began to slip under the flimsy strings of your bathing suit and he covered your pretty much exposed body with his broad frame, you kissed his lips before shifting underneath him and pushing at his shoulders.
"Please," he whined, speaking onto your cheek before pressing a kiss to it, you could feel his smile pressed onto your face as he did so. It was still the early hours in the morning, the sun yet to begin beating down on the tropical location. Your fingers ghosted over his newly tanned chest, fingers rubbing softly across his collarbones. "Hmm," he teased while pecking your lips, "Who let you be so beautiful," he murmured against your ear. You grinned at his pretty words while toying with the golden chain that sat perfectly on his chest, before placing a kiss onto his neck.
You nibbled on Andrei's tan skin while he pressed his rough hands to the sides on your thighs, face buried in your neck while he softly bucked his hips into your pussy. It was impossible to keep your cool while he whispered sweet words to you, mostly in Russian, while his body heat engulfed you entirely.
"I'll fuck you right here," Andrei groaned when your hand ran down his stomach and dared to rest right above his cock, "Let's go," you smiled, cocking your head to the bathrooms that sat on the other side of the pool.
"Such a tease," Andrei groaned while he locked the door behind him, one hand still gripped hard onto the tiny string that sat on your hips while he pushed you over to the marble counter, a large mirror staring back at the two of you. The cold marble bit at your hips when he shoved you lightly against it, his hands automatically tugging at the strings of your bottoms. Getting on his knees, his face pressed to your pussy, inhaling you and letting out a moan.
"Drei," you moaned while reaching one hand back to tangle in his grown out hair, while you steadied yourself with your other hand that was pressed flat against the cold counter. Andrei replied with a groan while he pressed open mouth kisses to your ass, his large hands pushing your thighs even farther apart. Andrei's tongue began to lap at your dripping cunt, arousal wetting his chin while he wiggled the tip of his tongue on your swollen clit. "Tase' so good," he groaned against your slit.
"Baby," you gasped when Andrei pressed his wet fingers to your ass, his tongue sliding up to meet his fingers before he pushed his pointer and middle finger inside of you, his tongue fucking your cunt while he did so. Andrei chuckled while he watched you squirm in the mirror, sending you a beautiful smirk when he told you to look at him in the mirror, "Missed this so much," you sobbed out when Andrei began to pick up the speed of his fingers, fucking your ass full of his fingers.
"Always so fucking delicious," Andrei groaned against your cunt, "Perfect cunt," Andrei spoke to himself before diving back in. Andrei circles his tongue on your swollen clit before slipping back between your lips.
"Wanted this so bad," you whimper while trying to arch back into him, Andrei groans in agreement while pushing your hips back on the counter, "You make me fuckin' crazy," Andrei admits when he pulls back from you for air, standing up quickly and hoisting you on the counter, Back flushed with the cold mirror, "Been thinking about tasting this pussy. How easy it would be to shove this slutty little bottoms away from your cunt and have my way with you," he admits, you moan at his words, hands flying to touch his tanned stomach. Knee bumping at his cock.
"Yeah?" you question with a cheeky smile, still bumping his painfully hard cock with your knee, "In front of everyone sir?" you gasp fake surprised, Andrei gives your jaw and tight squeeze before kissing you again. He pulled you tight against his chest, you began to suck on his craned neck. Andrei pushed the cups of your bathing down and squeezed your puffy nipples.
"You'd like that huh baby, show everyone what a dumb girl you are for me?" he questions and teases, watching your bottom lip pout at his words
"Gonna suck my cock pretty girl?" Andrei teases you while you frantically pulled off his swim trunks, pulling them off his thick thighs while he kicked them the rest of the way off his body. You were a perfect mess in front of Andrei, god how he missed seeing you like this. He was starting to get spoiled since the two of you moved in together in the middle of the season this past year. Nothing was better than waking up to you the mornings he was home, how the two of you had to say nothing, so easily comforted by each others presences. He loved that on his off days he could beat you to waking up, meaning he got to make you a pot of coffee and wake you up with his kisses.
Even on his rushed mornings, nothing was better than when you would sneak into his showers that he would attempt to be super quiet during with the effort to not wake you up before he had to leave. Those early morning showers, usually not many words were shared. Just you helping him wash his sore body, littered in bruises from blocking shots and laying hits. Kisses that screamed thousands of words.
Andrei stood naked between your spread thighs, spitting on your hand and running it through your pussy you squeezed his cock. Andrei braced himself on your thigh when you started to jerk his whole cock, hands squeezing his tight balls.
“Fuck, feel like heaven,” Andrei sighed when you spit onto his cock and yanked him once, twice and for a third time. He started to kiss you when he no longer could control his volume, his lips shaking when he kissed you. On your knees now, you sucked his balls into your mouth, tongue rolling against them. You held tight onto his cock while paying attention to his heavy balls with your mouth.
Andrei’s chest was sweaty and he kept running his hands through his long hair. He whined about how perfect you felt, how he wanted you to suck his cock all day. You flattened your tongue on the underside of his cock, licking all the way up to the head, rolling his small bead of precum on his red tip.
“Jesus baby,” Andrei groaned when you took his cock into the back of your throat, gurgling around him when he hit the back of your throat, spit bubbles escaping your mouth. You kept him like that, cock pushing at the very very back of your mouth, struggling to keep him down while you drooled on him. “Perfect hole,” Andrei cooed while he gripped onto your hair and pulled you closer to choke on his cock.
“Please baby, please please,” you whined, nails pricking at his back while you begged Andrei to finally bottom out inside of you. He was rubbing his tip through your swollen lips, obviously wanted it as bad as you did each time he would push against your weeping hole, his cock would twitch just a little bit. Andrei had you folded up against his body, one leg pulled onto his shoulder.
"Sweet pussy wants it so bad huh?" Andrei teased while you gripped his cock to push him inside of you. Hissing at the stretch of his thick cock when he finally bottomed out, balls pressed against your ass. Andrei could have stayed like that forever, needy and swollen pussy wrapped around his thick cock just right. "Please baby," you whined while you started kissing down his neck, "I don't want to get caught just yet," you whispered against his lips while he pulled you in for another kiss.
Andrei's hand began squeezing your neck carefully, his teeth pressed into your jaw while he fucked you deep. The room was filled with few sounds, the air conditioning running and your pussy making absence noises each time he fucked back into you. You cried out in pleasure when he began rubbing your clit frantically, fingers spreading the lips of your pussy apart while he did so.
"Cum inside me please please," you chanted when he manhandled you and flip you so your stomach pressed hard on the counter top, now taking you from behind he pulled you closer to him by one shoulder, pussy squeezing him for all he had, his heavy balls slapping onto your ass.
"Perfect fucking pussy, perfect girl," he whined before whispering some unknown Russian and pressing kisses to the back of your head, "Fuck I'm gonna fill you up, have my cum dripping out of you all day," Andrei groaned while you started to envision his cum running out of your used pussy.
"Yeah?" you asked with a smile, "Have me keep you inside of me all day, cum dripping out of my swimsuit so I don't forget who I belong to?" you encouraged him, dirty words bringing him closer to the edge.
"Keep ur pussy all ruined and full of me before I decide to fuck it again?" he teased while squeezing your neck again, "Maybe I'll take you in the shower tonight, fuck your tight little asshole just how you like?" he smiled, licking the side of your cheek with a sense of ownership.
Both of your phones chimed at the same time. Andrei's closest to you, you braced yourself and tried to clear your vision to read the text.
"Everyone's getting breakfast daddy," you moaned with a sharp squeal when Andrei spanked you hard on your ass, "Why don't you text them back little slut," he smiled wickedly while yanking you by the hair to be flushed to his chest, "Go ahead," he nodded while you tried to text with a shaky grip.
"What're you going to say baby?" he smiled and kissed you hard, "Surely not that I'm splitting you open in the pool bathroom?" he teased before pressing his fingers to your ass.
The two of you held hands when you finally finished fucking, Andrei leading you back inside the hotel to where you family was eating. Not much time for after care but he wanted to spoil you still, his hand rubbing on your bare back.
"I love you so much," Andrei smiled when you sat down next to him at the table while you ordered two mimosas. You kissed him sweetly before murmuring the words back to him, pecking him a few times for good measure when you pulled away.
Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x teammate’s sister!Reader (f)
Summary: Being a Staal sister, you’ve seen your fair share of cute hockey players, but none that have struck you like Andrei has. What will happen at the postseason summer barbecue at the captain’s house?
Word Count: 4.3K
Author’s Note: I am a sucker for the summer sundress trope. The rest is just pure, unadultered filth. I don’t know where it came from, but I will be blaming (crediting) @ryanpulock for keeping Tumblr’s Svech-thirst train alive.
As a Staal sister, you’d spent more than your fair share of time around hockey players — of all kinds. The rugged veterans, the hot shot rookies, the career 4th line grinders. You grew up around it, living in the rink alongside your brothers, old sticks and rolls of tape scattered in the trunk of your car. You’d met some legends, both humble and cocky, and you’d met fresh faced kids who were just drafted, still pimply and uncertain.
But none of them struck you like Andrei Svechnikov.
Most of the Canes were cordial to you, friendly, but kept their distance because you were their captain’s sister, duh. It was a respect thing, but it was also a little bit of a fear thing. There had been a few guys through the years that weren’t careful with their lingering glances and flirtatious winks, and had promptly been chewed out by one — or more — of the menacing Staals.
That wasn’t the only reason things had never progressed, though. For the most part, your own interest was never piqued past some surface-level flirting, primarily because you knew that the large majority were scummy, and dirty, just looking for a quick fuck — certainly never the kind of guy you’d bring home to meet mom, dad, and four huge brothers.
Simply put, none of them caught your attention enough to even consider the idea of risking the wrath of the Staal boys.
Except Andrei.
When he came back from his summer break following his rookie year, he was stronger, more filled out, and, undeniably, downright delicious. It was a notable change, to everyone, and you were no exception. He was cooler, more confident, almost cocky in the way he carried himself, and what’s worse is that you liked it — you couldn’t help it. In just a few short months, he’d transformed from just another one of your brother’s teammates to an absolute Russian dreamboat who you couldn’t keep out of your head. He was pesky, cropping up on Instagram or in casual conversation just as soon as you’d forget about him, never completely slipping from your mind.
He noticed, too. Being less than an hour from your brother, spending holidays and the occasional weekend with him, you saw Andrei somewhat regularly, and he never failed to make you sweat with just a glance. The tension between you two had been growing, steadily and slowly, over the last few months, through subtle glances here, ghosting touches there. Which is why you found yourself nervous for today, an excited energy fluttering low in your belly.
Playoff hopes dashed, Jordan was hosting an end-of-season party before everyone parted ways for the summer. It’s pure coincidence that you happen to be visiting at the same time, having just finished your semester at Duke. Mostly coincidence, at least.
Just like it’s a coincidence that you picked your flounciest sundress, the one that ripples in the wind and fits your bust in just the right way to show the perfect amount of cleavage while still maintaining your ‘Captain’s Little Sister’ image.
And you play your part well, flitting through the groups that form, making the casual conversation and ensuring that drinks are filled and snacks are stocked. You play catch up with Brendan, joke around with Aho, tell Brady about your program. Heather appreciates the extra hands, chopping up the veggies for the dip, mixing the lemonade for the pitcher, and replenishing the huge spread of food on the kitchen island.
You’re chatting with Jaccob’s wife, Kylie, when Andrei walks in, the air suddenly different and the feeling of eyes that aren’t Kylie’s on you. A glance at the patio confirms what you already know to be true: the object of your affections has arrived, and he’s already taking in the sight of you, offering a close-mouthed smile and a wink before he turns to find a drink.
“He always looks at you,” she comments when she sees where your eyes have trained, returning his smile. “I think our not-so-little Andrei has a crush.”
“My brother would skin him alive, and then kill me, too,” you shake your head, ignoring the heat that her observation brings to your cheeks. Surely the sun beating down had more to do with your sudden hot flash than a certain Russian’s presence, right?
“He’s a really sweet kid,” she says, as if she’s talking about a boy who is courting her teenage daughter and not a six-foot-something professional athlete. “Always so polite.”
You hum, nodding vaguely in agreement, before stepping away to refill the chips on the table. Once you’ve completed a quick check of the spread, you retrieve your beverage, moving out of the sun to cool under the shade of the large oak tree. Casually, you glance over your shoulder, eyes sweeping over the groups chattering in the yard, until you’re met with two rich sepia irises, already staring back at you. A shy smile quickly forms on your lips, and you look away.
Not two minutes later, you glance back to see a large, dimpled Russian offering a wave as he walks up to you. Part of you wants to smirk, to chirp him that he’s by your side the moment you’re alone, but then he’s standing next to you and his cologne is invading your senses and suddenly you can’t think straight, barely able to look up at him and meet his eyes.
“It’s nice to see you,” he greets you, smiling, taking a swig of beer from the sweating bottle in his hand. You can’t help but let your eyes drag along the tendons of his arms, over his enormous hands. Had his fingers always been that thick?
You blink, snapping yourself out of it, and offering a, “You too, Andrei.” Then, “I’m sorry about the playoffs.”
“Ah,” he waves his hand, as if all of the frustration and pain could be shooed away with the gesture. “It sucks, but we’ll do it next year. I’m sure of it.”
Humming, you agree, and when you ask if he’s going home for the summer, he says, “I’m here for another few weeks, and then my brother and I are going to Hawaii. Should be fun.”
Again, you nod in agreement, doing your best to push out the mental image of him sitting shirtless on a beach.
“Marty wasn’t sure if you would be here,” he changes the subject, wordlessly in control of the conversation, like he has a purpose and isn’t even going to bother with small talk. “But I knew you would be.”
“How’s that?”
He smirks then, smug in the way he looks at you, and somehow you know he’s got you right where he wants you.
“Since you’re dying to fuck me.”
Instantly, your eyes widen and you choke on the Mike’s Hard you’re sipping on, heat rushing straight to your cheeks at the blatant, sudden call out. How — ?
“You’re not very good at hiding it, you know,” he continues, as if he can read your mind, has seen every single filthy thought you’ve had about him since he strolled in through the sliding door with his casual, easy air and his shirt that’s just a little too tight around his biceps.
“I — you — it’s —“ you splutter, all thoughts in your mind completely void. What are words, anyways?
Andrei ignores you, shifting on his feet in a way that looks casual but ultimately gets him a few inches closer to you. He lowers his voice, “It’s okay, ‘cause I’m dying to fuck you, too.”
The air of the conversation shifts dramatically as his words settle in, right into your core where you’ve been dreaming of having him, and you’re both mortified and inexplicably turned on at his certainty. He loves watching you squirm, you can tell by the pleasure in his fiery eyes, like he’s playing a game that he has all the cheat codes to.
“Andrei,” you finally manage to choke out. “Jesus Christ.”
“Moaning my name and I haven’t even touched you yet,” he shoots back with a smirk.
“You can’t – you can’t just –” you gulp again, looking around frantically, ensuring that no one is listening in, “– say that!”
He shrugs, taking another swig of his beer, and you know you’re fucked when you watch his tongue dart out to lick the leftover foamy liquid off his lips, wishing you could do it for him. “Why not? It’s true.”
“That doesn’t mean – I’m – Jordan –” a pause, a deep breath, a collection of thoughts. “Jordan is my brother, and your captain, in case you forgot.”
Andrei must have known that response was coming, because he’s quick with a, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, it kinda makes it hotter, no?”
You feel like your brain is going to explode at his casual air, as if he’s asking you to pass the salt at the dinner table instead of suggesting you fuck your brother’s teammate inside his own home. To keep up the image of casual conversation, despite the fact that it is far from it, you take another sip of your drink, willing it to cool you down.
He watches you, amused at your attempt to gather your thoughts. Of fucking course you want to, your pussy practically screaming at you to have his mouth on her, and, you admitted to yourself, it would be kind of hot —
“You gonna let me? Fuck you?” his low voice pulls you out of your thoughts, posing the question plainly, and you can’t decide if the bluntness is the Russian in him or simply just his confidence.
Despite every ounce of your brain shouting at you to say no, you’re nodding before you can think twice about saying yes, head moving of its own accord. With a short glance around the yard to Jordan, ensuring he’s thoroughly preoccupied as he holds someone’s newborn baby, you feign a goodbye to Andrei, muttering, “Guest bathroom. 5 minutes.”
All he does is smirk, and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, tempted to take back your words if he doesn’t bottle up his attitude. But you know that’s not what you want, not really.
Once you’re in the bathroom, door shut firmly behind you, you take a deep inhale and look at yourself in the mirror as the reality of your decision comes crashing around you. Are you fucking crazy? In Jordan’s bathroom?
This isn’t you, never daring enough to do anything even remotely risqué as this, but you can’t deny that the anticipation that thrums through your veins is exhilarating. Besides, it was only a matter of time before you’d develop a crush on one of your brothers’ teammates, and they’d be stupid not to expect it.
There’s a soft knock on the door, startling you and popping your thought bubble. With another quick inhale, heart panging in your chest, you open the door, your knees nearly buckling at the smirk that greets you on the other side.
Andrei pushes in, making sure the door is closed and locked behind him before he’s on you, grinning, hands gripping your hips to pull you close to him. His enthusiasm encourages yours, and your hands find purchase on the sides of his face, pulling him in to tug your mouth to his. For a moment, you’re taken aback by the taste of him and the fullness of his lips against yours, distracted by the way his tongue teases you. It’s everything you wanted and more, and he’s only just kissed you.
“What took you so long?” you ask, voice muffled, broken by a sigh as one of his large hands reaches to squeeze your ass.
“Your fucking brother cornered me on my way in here,” he says, giving your other cheek a knead, grinning at the involuntary moan that he pulls from you.
“Y’tell him what we’re about to do?” you tease, deciding that if he was going to let his hands roam free over your body, you’d do the same. Palms run over the smooth, hardened muscle of his chest, feeling the cut of his pecs, then his strong core, admiring with your hands through the material of his shirt.
You’re not sure if it’s your movements or your words that draw a low groan from him, a dark chuckle sounding from his throat as he moves to press kisses along your jaw. “He’d murder me if I told him what I wanted to do you.”
You hum, his admission sending heat directly to your core. Head turned to the side to allow him more access to the tender part of your neck, you manage, “Why don’t you tell me instead?”
“Driving me fucking crazy with this dress all afternoon,” he murmurs hotly, taking advantage of the space you allow him. “Could barely control myself.”
A gasp leaves your lips as he nips at a spot beneath your ear, careful to place it so that it’d be covered by your hair. Fingers tangle in the fringes of his hair, holding his head close to you.
“You still haven’t told me.”
It’s Andrei’s turn to hum, distracted when he unceremoniously tugs the ruching of your dress down, exposing your breasts and immediately moving to get both hands and his mouth on them, fondling and kissing every bit of skin he can touch. A shiver runs through you as his lips find your nipple, flicking and laving the sensitive part with his tongue.
“This, for starters,” he murmurs, voice muffled by your skin. The depth of it rumbles through you, vibrating your chest. “Been wanting to see these tits for so long.”
He tastes you, hands cupping your breasts as he allows his face to press between them. Your hand moves between your bodies, tugging at his shirt, and he pulls his scorching mouth away from you for a few unbearable moments to throw his shirt over his head before he’s back on you.
“Andrei,” your voice calls him, a sharp reminder that he doesn’t have time to worship you the way he really wants to.
“All I could fucking think about all afternoon was pulling this,” he says after tearing himself away from your tits, grabbing the flowing skirt of your dress, “Over these pretty hips of yours and bending you over, fucking you ‘til you scream.”
“Well, what are you waiting for, Svech? We don’t have all day.”
He lets out a mix between a groan and a growl, twisting your body so your back is to his chest, facing the mirror, and you watch his hand, heavy on your thigh, move its way up to your breast while he plants another open-mouth kiss to your neck. Your mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut, unable to do anything but revel in the pleasure — and he hadn’t even touched you yet, not really.
You’re impatient, and a whine slips through your lips as your hips move against him. He’s hard, you can feel him where he’s pressed up against your ass, and if not for the layers and layers and layers — far too many layers — of clothing between you two, you think you could shift your hips just so and he’d slip into you with ease.
“Be quiet,” he mutters in your ear, the depth of his voice settling into your core. “I’m the one who’s gonna get my ass beat if we get caught.”
Andrei’s hand latches to your hip, his other hand moving under the fabric of your dress, finding the soaked cotton of your panties. He’s smirking behind you, into your shoulder, but you can see his dimple poking through and you want to smack the smugness off of his pretty face. You open your mouth to retort, but the words falter on your tongue when you feel his fingers running over your slit, pausing briefly to prod at your clit.
“A-Andrei,” you groan out, doing your best to keep your voice from wavering. “We don’t have time for teasing.”
“Can’t help it, baby,” he grins back. “Been wanting to feel this pussy for years.”
Your head falls back against his shoulder when he pushes one thick finger past the waist of your panties, slipping into you, pushing, teasing, working you. It’s not long before he adds another, and you gasp because fuck, are his fingers thick.
“God, you’re fucking tight,” he groans, twisting his arm to get better leverage so he can fuck you better, working you open until your eyes are ready to roll back in your head, white hot waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.
The sound of distant chatter down the hall makes you freeze, and if you weren’t moments away from coming all over this man’s fingers, you’d probably laugh at the sight of yourself in the mirror: hair a mess, mouth hanging open, tits haphazardly hanging out of your dress, skirt bunched up with a very large, very talented, hand down your gray cotton thong. Your eyes lock with his, brown and wide, not scared but listening intently, as you frantically search for an excuse of why you could possibly be in the bathroom with your brother’s teammate.
Heather’s voice gets closer in the hallway, eventually passing and moving further into the house. As soon as he realizes the coast is clear, Andrei resumes his movements, bringing you closer and closer to the climax that the brief moment had quelled.
“Give it to me, baby.” His voice is deep, rough, muttered in your ear as you watch the toned muscles in his forearms flex with his movements. “Just give me one and I’ll fuck you so good you see stars.”
It doesn’t take much longer for you to fall apart, slumping forward against the support of his arm as your orgasm hits you, clenching tightly around his two thick fingers. Your hips rolls against his wrist, already desperate for more of him.
Andrei presses a kiss against your neck, gently, drawing the final waves of your release out with long, slow strokes of his fingers. Without an ounce of hesitation, he brings his fingers up to his mouth, as you watch, jaw dropped, while he sucks your essence off of his digits.
“God, you taste fucking good,” he says, smacking his lips. “Next time, I’m gonna spend all day eating this cunt.”
“Oh, there’s a next time, is there?”
“Judging by the way you just soaked my fingers, yeah, I’d say so.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Svechnikov,” you fire back, pressing your ass back against his crotch, sending him a smirk through the mirror as you grind against him.
He growls, not liking your display of control, and murmurs, “Bend over, then, baby. We don’t have much time.”
“Whose fault is that?”
“I didn’t see you complaining,” he’s quick to retort. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you were moaning.”
“Are you gonna fuck me or not?”
He smiles, clearly enjoying your banter, as the palm he places between your shoulder blades pushes you down until you’re leaning against the marble countertop, shivering when your bare breasts hit the cool surface. Your dress is still bunched up around the swell your hips, but he tugs up the material even further before he’s making quick work of his own pants, shucking them down his legs and stroking himself. You barely get a glance at it, thinking vaguely to yourself that next time you’d like to spend a lot more time studying.
“You can have it down your throat next time,” is the statement that pulls you out of your daydream, another dimpled smirk meeting your gaze in the reflection of the mirror.
With one smooth push, Andrei takes the words — as well as any snarky remark — out of you, only able to focus on the feeling of him filling you up. Your mouth falls open, pleasure flooding your system as he begins to move, the friction enough to have you throbbing against him.
Hands grip your hips, pulling you back onto him and you swear you can feel him in your stomach, sure he is quite literally rearranging your guts. He’ll leave bruises, you think, hope he does, so that you can trace your fingers over the marks tomorrow when you’re remembering what he feels like inside you, drawing pleasure with each push of his hips.
When his hand trails up your body, securing a place at the base of your throat, fingers wrapping around with ease due to the size of his hand, your eyes lock with his in the mirror, pleading with him to squeeze tighter. Being the gentleman he is, he obliges as he fucks into you, rough, but careful to make sure his hips don’t slap too loudly against your ass for fear of attracting unwanted attention. He’s forceful with steady, slow thrusts opposed to the fast, hard ones he’d like to give you if you were in private, the ones he’s dreamed of giving you since he first met you years ago. Biting the meat of your palm to stay quiet, you lose yourself in the feeling, letting the desire and heat of the moment take over.
A knock at the door has both of you freezing yet again, Andrei pausing with his hips pressed against your ass, conveniently completely sheathed within you. He’s so fucking deep, stretching you to your fullest, wrapped tightly around his cock, and you know he can feel the way you flutter around him as your heart threatens to beat out of your chest.
“Y/N? You in there?” It’s Heather.
Andrei’s hand releases its grip on your throat slightly to let you speak, though his fingers stay pressed against your neck. Your voice fails you, swallowing, before you’re coughing and replying, “Yeah?”
“Have you seen Andrei? Jord’s looking for him, they’re starting a game of volleyball.”
Resisting the urge to laugh, thinking that you’ve more than seen him, you meet Andrei’s eyes in the mirror and see the sparkle in his eye as his free hand moves to place his finger over your clit. With a glare at him, you do your best to ignore the way he rubs, threatening to pull a moan from your lips. “Uh, no. Think maybe I saw him by the — by the cooler.”
She hums a thank you, and you hold your breath before you hear her shuffling away. Andrei lets out a low chuckle, muffling the sound with your shoulder blade.
“God, that was so hot,” he murmurs, so low you can barely hear him. “Should’ve felt the way you were squeezing me, fuck. Almost makes me want to get caught.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
With a wink, he resumes his movements, this time rougher now that you’ve both had a brief moment to catch your breath, and you know he’s determined to get you off. Thick fingers tighten around your throat once more, tugging you backwards by your neck so your spine is arched and his lips are pressed against the back of your head, breathing heavily against you.
“You gonna hurry up and come for me?” he whispers, breath hot in your ear, his accent thick as he nears his own release. “As much as I want to, I don’t think we should have big brother Jordie walking in while I’m balls deep in his sister’s pretty little pussy.”
“Andrei, please,” is your choked reply, eyelids fluttering shut as he begins to hit that spot repeatedly. “God, right there, please —“
He’s a good listener, striking with precision, and it’s only a few more pumps before you’re shuddering in his arms, your strangled cry quickly muffled by his large hand over your mouth. He fucks you through it, pulsing around him before he’s groaning, pressing deeply into you as hot liquid fills you.
A long exhale leaves you, panting, as his arms release their hold on you, ensuring that you’re stable enough to stand with a smirk. The feeling of his cum leaking down your legs makes you bite your lip when he pulls out, and you watch his eyes flick to it, licking his lips at the sight.
You feel like a kid learning how to bike without training wheels, shaky on your legs, briefly wondering to yourself how the fuck you’re supposed to walk back into the backyard and continue socializing like you didn’t have the lights fucked out of you by your brother’s star teammate.
Andrei seems to have similar thoughts as he’s tugging his pants back up, running a hand through his hair, laughing, “How am I supposed to go play volleyball with your brother now?”
“Guess you should’ve thought about that before you decided to fuck me in his bathroom,” you say, accepting the tissue he offers you to clean up your legs.
“I would never pass up the opportunity to fuck you,” he says, and you see a hint of seriousness and sincerity behind his eyes, despite the crude words coming out of his mouth. “As hot as this was, next time it should be in private. After dinner, maybe?”
You feel heat in your cheeks at his insinuation, the invitation hanging out in the open before you’re hesitating, your brother’s name hanging heavy on the tip of your tongue.
“I’ll deal with him, when it comes time,” he adds, noting your hesitation, already knowing the look he’d have in his eyes — he’ll save that for another day.
You smile, nodding an agreement, suddenly shy despite the fact that his cum is pooling in your panties as you adjust your dress. A date. A real date. With a hockey player, your brother’s teammate, yes, but more than that: a gentleman. Finally, a man that was worthy to bring home to the Staals.
When you make your way back to the party, carefully staggering your arrival from Andrei’s, you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips when you make eyes with him as he takes his position by Jordan at the volleyball net.
Disclaimer : Fiction is fiction and is not representative of them in real life nor their relationship status.
Can’t believe I almost forgot this request 😵💫 i’m sorry anon!
Gif by @ryanpulock ❤️ big boy on display.
“Printsessa I can’t tonight, my body’s really banged up. I’m sorry,” Andrei apologized.
Indeed it was a though game tonight. Lots of hits were given and received. Andrei always hated denying you when it came to your own pleasure, but he knew his body wouldn’t be able to follow despite his good intentions.
“You could use your toys or something,” he suggested, pointing to the nightstand drawer where you kept them.
“It’s fine.”
You got off the bed, changed into an oversized shirt and got ready for sleep. Not only did you need a good railing, but seeing the big Russian winger like that in bed didn't help your cause. He was the picture of sin. Hair slicked back, his back leaning against the headboard and his tight boxers showing off his assets. You climbed back in bed, tucked yourself in and whispered an almost inaudible goodnight.
Andrei knew just by the sound of your voice that you were frustrated, but tried your best not to let it show.
“Solnishko,” he sighed. “Scooch over.”
Andrei guided you with his hands on your hips to make room for him so he could sit with his back against the pillows. He ducked his head, bobbing up again between your arms, moving you across his lap.
“Drei,” you mumbled, not in the mood to be teased. “What are you doing?”
You lifted your eyes and were greeted by his dimpled smile. The young man picked your hips up and, working with him, you ended up straddling his thigh. He took his hands off you, reaching up to lace his fingers behind his head, smug look lightening his face. Andrei’s muscular arms were locked around yours as you braced yourself on his broad shoulders.
“I want you to make yourself come,” he simply stated. “I can’t give you what you want, but you can use my body.”
You stared at him. “I-I don’t think… I can’t… there’s not enough contact.”
“Yes there will be,” Andrei said, indulgently. Slowly, he used one calloused hand to reach down and split your folds so you could feel the warm skin of his thigh, your clit throbbing against it. You could feel your arousal making a mess beneath you and felt embarrassed for a second.
Andrei moved his hand back behind his head. “My dirty girl always making a mess,” he mocked.
Tentatively, you pushed down, sliding an inch or two, trying to give your clit the amount of friction you needed. You gasped when his massive hands made contact with your ass like he couldn’t help himself, his smirk dropping, replaced by an expression that went all the way through him, intense, and he licked his lips. “That’s right, printsessa,” he encouraged softly. “Do it, sweetheart. Come on me.”
But you were not there yet and were getting frustrated by the lack of friction.
“Andrei it’s not working,” you whined.
He groaned and helped you scoot closer, until you were almost riding his hipbone, using it to rub your bundle of nerves against the hard spot there. Little jolts of electricity flashed through you, making you twitch. Andrei stroked down your back and then pushed a hand under your shirt. His palm covering your breast, fingers working your nipple up. You rode faster, making little moans to the rhythm of your hips.
“If only you could see how hot you look right now,” the Russian murmured against your cheek.
You could only whine in return. Desperately, you brought him for a kiss as your hands were firmly settled against the nape of his neck.
Andrei’s arms settled heavy against your sides as you kissed almost lazily, your hips thrusting, your thigh occasionally brushing his cock. The winger’s hands grabbed your ass, pushed you against him harder to help you find a better rhythm and took his hands away to slide them over your body instead.
“Come on baby,” he groaned.
“D- m’ trying,” you panted. “It’s so hard.”
You felt his smug smile against your neck where he’d been whispering in your ear. “I can feel how wet you are. Do you like riding my thigh? Mhm?”
“Y-yes,” you moaned, finally feeling this tingling sensation in your lower stomach.
“Andrei I-I,” you let out a surprised groan when you felt yourself clenched his tight.
“Come on. I want you to come all over my thigh like you would on my cock.”
And that was it. His dirty talk sending you over the edge. Your orgasm climbed up your throat, choking you, your stomach tensing, thighs clenching around his. You grunted and let yourself fell off him, happy to have gotten some kind of relief.
You went in the bathroom to clean yourself up and came back in the bedroom only to see that Andrei had removed his boxers to free his now hard length.
“So what if I changed my mind?” he chuckled. “Think you’re up for a different ride this time?”
11 and 24 with Vince (naughty or nice you decide) So excited to see that you’re back and can’t wait to read your blurbs!
thank you my love !
you knew better than to stare, he wasn’t yours anyway. sure you and vince have hooked up a few times, and the all house parties you attend are upon his request. the vodka in your system wasn’t enough to dismiss the fact his arm is around another woman. his rolex reflected under the strobe lighting, his leg bouncing up and down mindlessly as he was perked up on a stool. you watch his lips move as he speaks, gaze burning into his features. the stranger excuses herself from him, allowing his eyes to land on you. that signature smirk starts as he nods towards himself, indicating you make your way over. you have the urge to roll your eyes at his assertion but still, you gravitate towards him. he places his drink down on the bench where his elbow is resting, shifting in his seat so you can stand perfectly in between his legs. “c’mere, sit on my lap,” his voice is as smooth as honey, it reels you closer every time. “hmm, i think i’ll stand,” which takes him back a little, being so used to getting his way. “alright pretty, whatever you want.” his hands naturally finding themselves on your hips. his hands have always started a fire on your skin, even over the fabric of your dress. “that’s why you wanted me here? to fill-in?” you tease, making vince shake his head. “i just saw you looking.” the tone in his voice seeps with cockiness. “well i would have come over earlier but you were, distracted, i suppose,” even if unintentionally, your words left your mouth with bitterness. he licks his teeth and nods, your response absorbing in his mind. “are you jealous?” his fingers tap along your rib cage making you laugh in denial, but he sees right through you. the way his eyebrow dips with doubt has you nibbling on your lip with hesitation. his mouth curls into another smirk, his thumb raising to brush along your lower lip. “you’re ruining your lipstick,” he speaks before rubbing his fingers together, knowing you’re watching. “that’s usually your job,” you bite, placing your arms over his shoulders, and he huffs a laugh knowing you gave away the answer to his question. in one swift movement, he tugs you closer, your knees tight against his inner thighs. “why don't we change that?” he offers, making you lean in, able to smell the drink on his breath. your grin and nod toward the front door were enough to have him sitting up instantly.
That’s What Friends Are For- Vince Dunn & Mat Barzal
Note: I got a request for something like this last night and wrote this in like four hours, so ignore anything that could be blamed on that, thnx.
Warning: NSFW, duh. Honestly, I feel like I should bathe in Holy Water after writing this but, you know what they say, one’s company, two’s a crowd, and three’s a party… Enjoy🖤
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It killed you that you couldn’t stay awake. You tried so hard to be awake for him, knowing how badly he wants it this late, especially when he’s out all night, every naughty thought that crossed his mind turned into a dirty text message, letting you know what to expect once he came home. But this night was different from the rest, and you knew it from the start.
Note: So recently, we discovered that Vince is a man of many tricks and trades who uhh, appreciates a good meal. It’s short, it’s sweet, it’s inspired solely by this. Enjoy.
Warning: NSWF, you know the deal.
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Typical boy banter. Thats what you had the pleasure of tuning into from the other side of the kitchen on your Friday night. You were used to it by now though, most of your time was filled with the rugged antics of the St.Louis Blue’s players anyway thanks to the wonderful job opportunity that seemed to fall into your lap last summer. It didn’t take long at all before you started to get the invitations to their weekly drinking fest held at a different apartment every week, and after proving you could handle your liquor and their relentless chirping, you instantly became “one of the guys”. Haplessly for you, that often meant the group forgetting which pair of ears were listening in on their unfiltered conversations, letting you in on all of their gossip which, for the most part, was rather entertaining.
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