could we get some andrei smut where he gets rough in bed and takes his frustrations with the team’s losing streak out on you 😵💫🥵
a different kind of frustration || A. Svechnikov
Author: Sydney / @sydnikov
Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov / fem!Reader
Word Count: 4.1k
Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, sports injury mention (torn ACL/ligament), cursing, I don’t think I proofread this at ALL I am so sorry
A/N: I got this request about a month before the trade deadline I think, when the canes were on their awful losing streak, but was just too lazy to finish it. Timeline is thus set around that time, even though we just got eliminated from the ecf (again)... In honor of his second career playoff hatty, though, this is dedicated to him! Went in a slightly different direction with this request but, enjoy 😏
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Losing grates on Andrei’s nerves like nothing else.
He hates it more than anything, especially when he can’t contribute. Nightmares of tearing his ACL still haunt him, creating noticeable apprehension in every stroke on the ice. There’s hesitation and fear that hinder his every movement, limiting the physicality he was once known for.
He hates it. Hates that he’s still nervous of making one wrong move, hates that it reflects in his play.
Now, Andrei does know he’s not solely responsible for his team’s production. He knows it takes every man, that they win as a team and that they lose as a team. Every conversation with his head coach assures him of this, and yet he still can’t help but wonder if it’s his fault.
“It is like,” He struggles to find the right words, clicking his tongue in frustration. “It’s like I know I can be physical. I know I’m better. But there is this block, and I can’t even lay a good hit anymore.”
You rub his arm sympathetically, a soft frown on your face as you listen to him vent. On an early Saturday afternoon in February, where the team had no practice and only a morning of film, you find yourself answering Andrei’s call to come over to his house.
Your relationship is still relatively new; just shy of three months, you’re very much still wrapped up in the honey-moon phase. Every part of him calls to you—his voice, his body, his gentle vulnerability he only shares with you…
And the sex. You flush just simply thinking about it, how he dominates you so sweetly in his bedroom. Andrei is the first man to ever make you come, and you hope that he’ll be the last, too.
“It doesn’t hurt, though, right? It’s not still giving you trouble and that’s why you’re nervous?” You ask, lightly scratching his bicep. Any physical touch you know he appreciates, so you try your best to comfort him in this way when he needs it.
Andrei shakes his head quickly. “No, no, it is all healed now. No pain or anything,” He reassures. “It’s just the thought of hurting it again, I think,”
You’re at a loss for what to say, you can’t lie. You don’t play competitive sports and don’t have much knowledge of mental blocks to give him good advice.
“And now the team is losing, and I can barely get a point per game to try and help.” He huffs, agitated as he runs his hand through his hair. Even as you’re sitting on the couch with him, a place where he should be relaxed, you can practically feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles flex every few seconds as if preparing for action.
“I’m sorry,” You murmur sympathetically, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder as you fully hug his arm to your chest. “I wish there was something I could do to help.”
Andrei turns his head to look at you, tilting his chin down slightly to press a gentle kiss to your lips. His smile is slight, deepening the kiss for only a moment before pulling back and looking at you fondly. “You help just by being here.”
There’s nothing but earnest devotion in his eyes as he looks at you, and you can’t help the blush that takes over your face at his words. His smile grows, if anything, and he wraps his arm fully around your waist to press you firmly into his side. His fingers stroke the skin revealed by your shirt riding up, an innocent motion as he turns back to look at whatever plays on his TV.
Despite having nothing but pure intentions, your body doesn’t get the memo and immediately heats up at his touch. You want to slap yourself, tell your brain ‘not now’ as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together.
He’s being vulnerable by opening up to you and you’re getting fucking horny, you groan to yourself, even though you can’t help your urges. You bite your lip as you try to follow along with whatever is playing, though that quickly turns futile when you begin to hyperfixate on his hand still rubbing your waist.
Suddenly, an idea comes to you in the midst of your horny-ness.
You and Andrei have a very, very healthy sex-life in your relationship—a week never goes by without your bodies tangled together, drawing out of you toe-curling pleasure that no one else ever has before. Some of your most memorable times are after games, though. Wins, losses, whatever emotion he’s feeling is amplified by the result of the game played.
Wins are passionate, drawn-out, and deep. Losses are frustrated, rough, and powerful. Both leave you satisfied, always craving more.
Recently, he’s been holding back in how he manhandles you in bed. You thought nothing of it, thinking that maybe he was into being more gentle now, but now you can’t help but wonder if his nervousness of being physical on the ice has somehow translated into fucking you, too.
You think you know how to help. Your heart races, now you the nervous one, as you take a deep breath to speak.
“Andrei,” You start, hesitant. “You’re nervous about being physical on the ice, basically, yeah?”
He turns his head to look at you, confused at the apprehension in your voice. “Yes,” He replies slowly, unsure of what direction the conversation is going.
This is where you freeze. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, eyes looking anywhere but at him, as you try to find the words to speak. Your heart feels like it’s going to jump out of your chest, and you flinch when Andrei’s hand takes your chin, angling your head back up to meet his eyes.
He says your name lowly, thumb rubbing at the corner of your jaw. “What is it?”
The breath you let out is shallow, a little rough as you finally just blurt out what you’re thinking. “You can take your frustration out on me,” You quickly say. “It might make you feel better? Enough to do it in a game. Show yourself that you can be rough again,”
Andrei’s face is blank. There’s no clue at all to what he’s thinking which would definitely freak you out if you couldn’t see the way his eyes darken in real time, pupils swallowing brown as he thinks of a response. His grip on your chin tightens imperceptibly as if fighting the urge to hold you tighter.
He finally speaks after a long moment, licking his lips which immediately draws your attention to his mouth. “You want me to be rough?” He sounds almost pained, as if you were asking him to indulge in something he forbade himself from.
“Yeah,” You say, practically a whisper. Your noses brush together, the proximity sudden. “I think it’ll help.”
Andrei exhales, warm breath brushing against your cheeks. Your heart beats for a totally different reason now, your stomach tingling. “Yeah?” His hand slides from your chin to your neck, fingers large and thick as they gently bare down against your pulse.
“Let you do whatever you want to me,” You take initiative and swing your right leg over his hips, settling down in his lap as both his arms now move to wrap around your waist. “How does that sound?”
“Like you are trying to kill me.” He laughs roughly, looking up at you like you’re forbidden fruit. You rock your hips into his when he doesn’t say anything, smirking at the groan that comes from his chest. He reflexively bucks into you but his hands still don’t move from their spot at your waist. You huff, grabbing the hair at the back of his neck to tug.
“You don’t have to hold back, ‘Drei—s’just me.” Your hips find a slow, steady rhythm as you rock back and forth, his eyes now squinted shut, his cock eager and erect beneath you.
Andrei finally takes action at your words, large hands sliding down to grope your ass before roughly pushing you down onto him. A startled moan escapes your lips, and you quickly look to meet his eyes only to find him already looking at you.
You quickly lower your head to kiss him, molding your lips together with a sigh as he quickly takes over. One hand remains on your ass to help you keep rocking while the other slides up your spine, leaving tingles in its wake, before grasping the back of your neck to keep you pressed against him. You nip his bottom lip when he doesn’t do much else, seemingly content to merely dry-hump and kiss you, but now you want more.
Between your thighs is a slick mess, the steady friction to your clit making you desperate. You whine into his mouth at a well-timed thrust, the head of his cock hitting you just right even through the fabric of both your pants. “Andrei,” You hiss as his pace stays the same, squirming restlessly on his lap. “Fuck—okay, I know this is about you but now I—”
His chuckle interrupts you, all deep and masculine and it sends a shudder through your body. His lips move down your neck, leaving a wet trail in their wake of little bites and kisses. “What, baby? Need me to touch you now?”
Your plea is muffled when his lips meet yours again and you can barely muster the focus to kiss him back because now his hand is pushing your sweatpants down, so oversized they come down easily because they’re his. Large, calloused fingers find your pussy with ease, sweeping through the wetness that’s thoroughly soaked your panties.
Andrei pulls back from you to curse, lips kiss-swollen and flushed red. You’re sure yours mirror the same state. “Fuck,” He says, following that with Russian you can’t understand. “Lay down for me?” He asks, though doesn’t wait for a response before he’s moving you off his lap and onto your back, horizontal across his couch. Your sweats come off the rest of the way, now left in nothing but your panties and longsleeve top, though the latter is quick to join your pants.
His hands carress your legs, squeezing at your calves before finally arriving at your thighs and pushing them apart. His fingertips push under the hem of your panties, looking to you briefly before pulling them down your hips. At the sight of your bare pussy, glistening so pretty for him, he lets out a long breath.
“You’re soaking,” He says, enraptured at the sight. “Is this all for me? Been thinking about this for a while?”
Andrei chooses this as the moment to fully touch you, one of his hands leaving your hip to drag down your navel until his pointer finger finds your clit, touch feather-light. You jerk up into his hand, but he merely pushes you back down before moving lower to where you’re aching for him. There’s no resistance when he finally pushes in, two fingers curling upwards against your walls just to hear the whimper that comes out of you.
“Just want you to, fuck, feel better,” You gasp, once again pushing upwards with your hips until his remaining hand on your hip moves to your lower stomach and pushes you back back down, stronger this time.
He hums at your words, briefly looking to your face before dragging his eyes back down your body, landing on his fingers thrusting in and out of you. His tongue lays heavy on his bottom lip, hypnotized at the sight.
He wonders how many times he can get you to come with just his fingers before you can’t take anymore.
Andrei strokes you lazily, as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Look at you, pretty thing,” He practically purrs. “Letting me do whatever I want to you. Good girl,” He inserts a third finger, pushing in to join the other two. You groan, shuddering around him, but his pace doesn’t pick up. He keeps the same, slow, patient movement, driving you utterly insane.
Perhaps you should’ve thought about what you were agreeing to… Andrei loves to tease, bring you to the brink before abruptly pulling back. He’ll do it so many times until your head goes blank, when the only word able to leave your mouth is his name.
“Andrei, please,” You beg, squirming under his steady hands.
“You want my cock?” He asks, pulling his fingers out of you just to lick off the taste of you. He murmurs something, too quiet for your ears to pick up on, then looks back down at you. “Or my fingers? My tongue?”
He’s firing all the suggestions rapidly, giving you no time to truly process what he’s asking. All you hear is ‘cock’ and it’s like a switch in your brain flips off, rendering you speechless. A pathetic whimper is all that comes out of you, eyes squeezing shut as your pussy clenches around nothing. You don’t realize how close Andrei is to you until you can feel his breath against your cheek, chest ever so softly brushing against you.
“Words, baby,” He says, almost patronizing. “I know you can use them,”
“Um,” You lick your lips, struggling to keep your eyes from shutting with pleasure. “You choose? This is for you, remember?”
Andrei pauses for a moment, as if he’d completely forgotten what you’d said to him to begin with now that he had you sprawled across his couch. He considers having you suck him off, loving the feeling of your warm, wet mouth moving up and down his cock, but then he looks down at your pussy again and quickly makes up his mind. There’s nothing that feels better than feeling you squeeze so perfectly tight around him.
“This is for me,” Andrei echoes, his words quiet and thoughtful as he begins shoving his own sweats down his hips. “And do you know what I want?”
You open your eyes to find him already staring at you, his pupils blown so wide you can't even recognize the brown in them anymore.
You swallow roughly, licking your lips. “What do you want?”
“I want to fuck you,” He answers assuredly, suddenly grabbing a hold of your legs and moving them to curl around his waist. His shirt comes off next, leaving you drooling at the hard lines of his abdomen on display.
All that’s left are his boxers, but those too are quickly removed and then he’s looming over you. He finds his favorite spot on your neck, sucking a harsh mark into your collarbone while grinding against you. Your tits are given attention too, sucking your right nipple into his mouth while one of his hands plays with the left. His free hand grasps your hip tightly, keeping you pressed against him.
His cock, now free of all barriers, rubs against you with a slick sound that has your face flushing red. You whine as Andrei finally takes his cock in hand, guiding the head towards your throbbing pussy.
The sigh that leaves your lungs is shaky with pleasure as he slowly spreads you open. You open your legs wider to make the intrusion more welcome, your walls fluttering around him as he takes his time sinking to the base. When his hips are finally flush with yours, you buck your own upwards to encourage him to move.
“Fuck,” Andrei mutters under his breath. “You feel so fucking good.”
He slowly rocks into you, his pace teasingly gentle. “Please move,” You gasp, your left hand incessantly tugging his hair. Your other hand holds onto his right bicep, sinking your nails into the thick muscle without thought.
He merely chuckles at your begging, humming low under his breath as he kisses up the side of your neck until reaching your ear. “Baby I am moving,” Emphasizing his words with a quick thrust of his hips, he grinds into you at a maddeningly slow pace.
Andrei starts to move his head back down your body, but at this point you’re past caring about keeping your composure and grab onto his hair even tighter, dragging him back up until your lips are just barely pressing together.
“Too scared to get rough?” You taunt, though you’re careful to watch his face to make sure you don’t overstep. “Thought that’s what you wanted to do?”
Apprehension dawns on his face, directed towards himself rather than you. You realize he needs more help getting past whatever mental block he has left, and quickly decide to just go all out.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, you squeeze his hips tightly and jerk him towards you. “Andrei please,” You whine dramatically, arching your back which indirectly puts your tits closer to his face. “Please fuck me, I need it so bad,”
His face quickly turns from apprehensive to almost pained instead, like he’s still trying to resist letting go. You’re well past the point of desperation now as your voice quickly grows in pitch. “Please please please please please—”
“Fuck, baby, fuck,” Andrei is quick to interrupt, immediately shutting you up with a bruising kiss that takes your breath away. “Fuck you’re desperate, aren’t you? Need me to fuck you that badly?”
You nod your head rapidly, feeling your pussy clench tightly at the mere suggestion. “Need it so bad,” You breathe into his mouth, moaning as nips your bottom lip.
A noise that resembles a laugh escapes his mouth then, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath before sliding his hands underneath your ass, hiking your hips up and off the couch so there’s no empty space left between you.
The sound you let out is totally out of your control when he finally starts moving, a harsh thrust that drags against your clit when his hips finally slam back down. The slick sound of his cock sliding home has your face flushing red, your pussy only getting wetter as his tip hits your g-spot.
“‘Drei,” You say, both hands now dragging down his back and leaving harsh lines in their wake. “Please don’t stop, feels so good,”
Andrei stutters out a groan, hips bucking involuntarily at the pleas falling from your mouth. His pace picks up instantly, so fast and solid you’re unable to stop from crying out as he drills into you. He hides his head in your neck, sucking at a spot on your shoulder while you lay there helplessly and take it.
It’s good. It’s so good; the angle, the way he feels inside you, and you’re close so close so close so close but then he’s pulling out, the wet sound of your pussy following his abrupt exit drowned out by your protests.
“What the fuck—?” You cry out, momentarily forgetting that you cumming came second. You’re not left wondering for long, however, for Andrei’s hands are grabbing your hips and flipping you over onto your stomach before you even have a chance to blink. “Oh,” You lament, a pleased sigh turning into a moan as his cock enters you again, this time from behind.
He’s deeper, and hits so much harder when he leans over you and presses his chest to your back. You arch your ass upwards to feel him better, hiding your face in the couch cushion when his voice makes its way to your ear. “I love this view,” He whispers. “You look so hot, baby,”
“Fuck,” You say, biting down on said couch cushion. “Fuck, I’m close.” Your lower stomach tingles, your pussy beginning to squeeze him harshly while your toes curl into your feet so hard it hurts.
Your words somehow unlock a new wave of determination in Andrei. His eyes shut in concentration as he focuses on railing perfectly into your special spot. His cock burns with pleasure and his arms curl around your stomach tightly without concern if you can breathe, only wanting to make you cum before he himself can follow.
He’ll never let you leave without an orgasm. He’d die before letting that happen.
Words of encouragement soon start falling from his lips, almost too sweet for how dirty the act of fucking each other truly is. “Pretty girl,” He coos. “I know you’re close. Can feel it, you’re so fucking tight around me,”
All you can respond with is a quiet whine.
“Gonna come for me, baby?” Andrei doesn’t expect a response, just listens to your breathing and feels how tense your muscles are beneath him, preparing for release. You’re wound so tight he wonders if you’ll even let yourself come—maybe you just need a little extra stimulation.
He gets a sudden idea and doesn’t hesitate before sliding one of his hands down from where it’s been pressed against your stomach, easily finding your clit thoroughly soaked in your wetness. You jerk so hard when his fingers brush against it that he has to crush you against him and you can barely breathe in his tight hold but find that it only makes you wetter, being forced to take it.
“Come on, baby, come for me,” He whispers in your ear, practically begging. “You can do it. I know you can—there it is, what a good girl…”
Andrei’s voice in your ear, in your head, in your heart, and you come. You come so fucking hard you aren’t aware of anything else but pure ecstasy shooting through your veins, lighting every one of your senses on fire until you’re nothing but jelly underneath him.
Your body twitches at every touch against your skin, your high slowly coming down all while he talks you through it. You can’t muster the energy to respond until his hand is brushing your hair out of your face, stuck to your face from sweat.
The next thing you know he’s moving your bodies into a sitting position, his back against the couch while your back rests against his front. You finally open your eyes at this, a long, heavy breath sucking life back into you. “There you go, take your time,” he says. “Are you okay?”
How he’s able to go from dominating and powerful to sweet and nurturing never fails to amaze you, and you’re obviously appreciative for it as your body comes down from the high he brought you to in the first place.
“Yeah. But I think I saw God there for a minute,”
“There’s no God, baby, just me.” Andrei replies cockily, the smirk in his voice so obvious you can’t help but roll your eyes.
The two of you sit in silence, letting your heart rates slow and your bodies cool. It isn’t until you begin to feel uncomfortable with the remaining wetness between your legs that you finally make the movement to stand, though not without a teasing shake of your hips just to hear his quiet groan.
You tell him you’re off to pee, ignoring the Russian muttering under his breath he’s prone to do when you leave him wanting, only taking a few moments to clean yourself up. You then walk back into the living room, still naked as the day you were born before grabbing your shirt and sweats off the floor. Your panties remain abandoned, because… Yeah, you aren’t putting those back on.
Andrei has slid his own sweats back on - still shirtless though - by the time you join him back on the couch. He opens his arms for you without word, tugging you close to him with a sigh as you relax against him.
“Did that help?” You ask quietly, a little meek. “Being rough, I mean. I know it felt good for me, obviously, but the whole point was for you—”
“Baby?”
“—yes?”
“Hush.” He states, then without a moment’s notice is turing your head towards him to capture your lips in a long, deep kiss. It’s lazy the way your lips move against each other, slow and messy yet anything but passionate. His appreciation comes through in the soft moans you hear coming from his chest, his beating heart you’re able to feel through his body, and the thank you’s he gently whispers in the space between you.
Later that night, when you’re curled up in bed next to him about to fall asleep, he asks, “How did you know that would help?”
Luckily, you don’t have to think about your answer for long. “You were just frustrated, baby. Just had to find a different way to work it out of your system.”
Andrei hums, contemplating your reply. He doesn’t reply verbally, just holds you tighter, but the smile on his face is anything but innocent. Despicable, so full of mischief that he knew if you saw would immediately result in a smack on the arm.
“I think I will be frustrated more often, yeah?”
The smack on his arm, at that point, was imminent.
A/N: Lowkey uni has actually destroyed all of my creative writing desire but I’m trying so hard to fight back 🙏 this one isn’t my favorite but I hope y’all liked it, as always pls reblog & comment :)
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