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behoright · 1 year

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secret situationship with andrei

you, a new intern for the PTs in the hurricanes. andrei, lonely, overworked player. and lots of long hours. warnings: 18+ contains smut, mentions of injury n blood. also this is cliche as hell.

- uhhhhhhh so basically

- yes you have to get a certain amount of hours to graduate and stuff

- and your older friend is a PT for the canes so

- after the scariest interview of your life

- and lots of begging very polite asking from your friend

- you’re in

- tough job tbh

- these men have many ailments

- it takes you a while to figure out who needs what and

- how they all work and move their bodies

- but it’s easy to get accustomed to the new environment when they’re all very nice

- and welcoming

- they’re all very good at communicating and helping you out

- but also they always acknowledge you and want to know more about you

- all except

- Andrei

- oh andrei

- he’s not rude or anything like that

- he definitely said hi and introduced himself

- but he’s very quiet

- and after a couple of weeks you notice

- you work on him the most

- and he’s definitely not this quiet with anyone else

- like not any of the other staff either

- but I mean

- whatever ig

- it’s not that it doesn’t affect you but

- you’re there to do a job and that’s it

- however you see that his teammates for sure have noticed it as well

- whenever he walks in there they go quiet and there’s always a lil smirk from them

you just ignore it

- like he’s really not being rude but he’s just not friendly or ever talks to you

- he’s a lil strange???

- stares at you a lot when you think you don’t notice

- you try to push it to the back of your head and just deal with him

- it’s most likely part of the job and it won’t be the last time you’ll deal with someone like this

- one day tho

- he’s the last one out of the room

- you’re done working on his shoulder and he stands up quickly

- as he usually does

- always says thank you and bye

- you dont notice bc your back is turned to the door but

- he stops and turns around

- “so, uhhhh, what are you doing this weekend?”

- and you turn like ???????

- “oh! um, nothing much, just study, i guess”

- and before you can even ask him anything back

- “that’s good. have fun.”

- and he WALKS out

- you stand there in disbelief almost

- like okay

- in the next weeks he asks you a lil bit more

- the staring is really getting like…. a lot. But it’s only when you’re not facing him like ????

- that’s good tho you think? he’s warming up a lil bit?

- he gets hit by a puck one game and

- thankfully you don’t have to stitch him

- but he has a lovely cut on the top of his cheekbone

- the next day during morning skate it reopens

- while you’re organizing in the PT room on your own

- and he comes in

- sweaty, out of breath and bleeding

- “they open” he says

- “oh, sure”

- for some reason he decides to sit on the lil bench that’s in there

- instead of one of those high massage table things

- perhaps it’s bc he has hockey pads and skates still on and stuff

- so you got over and start working

stand in between his legs

- today tho

- he is STARING up at you

- his jaw a little slack and he’s still breathing heavy a little bit

- it’s hard to work when you have to be so close to his face

- and he is legitimately staring like not looking away once

- you try to get your hands as steady as you can

- “does that feel okay? let me know if it hurts.”

- “perfect. it feels perfect.”

- he almost whispers it asjdydbhehdebdh

- you almost sigh in relief when you get it done

- “there you go. all done”

- you say as you wipe the blood on the cheek from before and

- this man

- wraps his hands around your like jaw/neck/hair

- you know that part 😭 like when his thumb is under your ear

- and as he stands up he kisses you

- a full on kiss

- he pulls back when he’s standing up

- looks at your lips

- looks at your eyes

- kisses you again

- he breathes DEEP into the kiss oof

- after that second kiss he almost books it out of there

- just walks away

- says nothing

- doesn’t look at you

- and you’re just left standing there

- flushed, heart beating overtime, breathless

- what the hell just happened ?

- should you tell someone?

- why? and like what???????.??

- you just…. go back to what you were doing

incredulous

- he definitely avoids you after as much as he can

- awkward glances only

- when you see him he doesn’t bring anything up

- goes back to being quiet

- until you’re alone again

- “hi”

- “uhh….”

- “what can I help you with today, Andrei?”

- “uh, it’s my ankle. You know, the usual”

- so he lays down and you do the thing in silence

- you keep thinking how RIDICULOUS this is

- when you’re done…..

- “do you need anything else, Andrei? Another kiss, maybe?”

- and he does tHE STARE AGAIN

- 5, 4, 3, 2,…..

- he can’t help but sit up and kiss you again

- after that day the floodgates open

- instead of avoiding you he SEARCHES for you

- you guys sneak everywhere just to kiss and make out

- he finally opens up and he’s actually quite friendly and funny

- he hides you in storage rooms, one stall bathrooms, the PT room, empty video room….

- you guys just make out like teenagers

- you’re VERY careful not to get caught and so far it seems like no one has any idea

- but its very obvious to you both that things are starting to get a lil heated

- during your last makeout sessions he keeps pushing his body against yours

- like hard

- like.... your back hit the wall hard and he's low-key grinding on you

- but youre able to stop it before anything happens

- you guys always leave super flustered and breathless

- orrrr

- his hands start to wander a lil bit...

- from your face, then eventually your waist and now he loves to grip your hips as you guys kiss

- you can feel in the kiss too how bothered he is

- the way his tongue moves... much more aggressive

- much more spit, and biting, and even teeth

- or he'll put his hands in your hair and even grip it at times

- during the last couple of times you both moaned a little bit shh

- and he was definitely hard when he walked out

- so one night

- you're both at the arena late

- as you both usually are because yes you have things to do

- but also for your regular nightly makeout appointment

- when he walks into the PT room tonight tho

- he looks

- different

- like girl.... different

- his EYES

- much darker, much bigger

- practically black

- he doesnt say anything to you

- he just walks slowly towards you

- "uh.... Andrei?"

- finally he reaches you

- youre immobile, literally frozen

- he's actually mouth breathing dude

- his nose touches yours

- "I can't fucking wait anymore."

- "I can't pretend I don't want it."

- 4, 3, 2, 1

- he parts your lips with his tongue

- HARSH kiss

- while he grabs the back of your head

- HARSH makeout session

- grabs your waist after and immediately and puts you on the lil massage table thing

- you're both moaning already

- he RIPS your shirt open

- rips it with his hands, split right in the middle

- "fuck"

- he pulls your bra down and just starts attacking your neck, chest and tits with his lips and tongue and teeth

- he only pulls back to take off his shirt and his sweatpants come down easily thanks to you

- his cock springs out bc he is not wearing any boxers

- its huge, and red, and actually throbbing

- the flush of his cock matches the one on his heaving chest

- he pulls you down the table and turns you around so he can take your pants off

- theres a lil table next to him with a bunch of equipment and stuff and its in his way so he just shoves it out of the way and it all goes flying

- but he needs his space and he needs You most importantly

- now

- i can't even say he thought about any sort of protection srry

- he fills you up quickly

- all the way in with one thrust

- doesn't give you time to adjust but you don't care

- "you are soaked, shit"

- he thrusts so hard the slapping sound of your bodies colliding is so loud

- and you are facing the OPEN DOOR to the room

- if someone walks by you're in so much trouble

- but truly you don't even care

- because hes fucking you so hard and so good

- and he's so big

- he hits all the right spots but also makes you bend over a lil more since he is in your guts

- and he's groaning and panting behind you

- his other hand is wandering around on your body

- he grabs your tummy, or your tits, or runs it down your back, buries it in your hair

- he moves it down to your clit after spitting ON HIS FINGERS and audibly too

- applies the most pressure when he's rubbing your clit in circles

- there is no way to conceal any of your moans it just feels so good

- you're both getting sweaty too fkjvnkfjv

- safe to say you finish relatively easily and fast

- he cums with you

- straight up just

- fills you up with his cum

- you can actually hear it filling you up its so dirty

- andrei finishes with the loudest groan

- it rumbles so deep in his chest it's almost a growl

- the change between horny andrei and afterwards... dramatic

- he turns you around and he looks completely different

- "you okay? I hurt you?"

- "what? no, that felt amazing"

- and he smirks yOU KNOW THE ONE

- takes a couple of steps back and leans against the wall behind him bc he's still out of breath and hot and sweaty

- but the whole time looking at you

- you both look over at all the stuff he threw on the ground

- he chuckles before turning back to you

- "made a mess, uh?"

helps you clean it up after you get dressed bc he feels bad and he's so embarrassed

i must also say you guys were not the last people at the rink.... little did you know marty decided to stay back too....but... did he hear anything?

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hornyforherbert · 4 months

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One of these or maybe 2 with Andrei iosivas???

How Did This Happen? ✧

WC: 2.4k or something like that

CW: Angst, Relationship, I think that’s it??

Prompt 3. “I Love You”, Prompt 44. “How Did This Happen?”

A/N: I’m sooo sorry this took so long I’ve had this request since early november i completely forgot about it half done in my drafts so i just finished it now, i apologize 😭😭

Just a reminder: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I am not affiliated with Andrei Iosivas or the Cincinnati Bengals in any way.

Please don’t steal my work.

It was a bright Sunday morning in Andrei and I’s cozy house in the suburbs of Cincinnati, Ohio. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, enticing my senses as I prepared breakfast for Andrei and myself. He was finally living his childhood dream, as a wide receiver in the NFL for the Cincinnati Bengals, and I couldn't be prouder of him. I heard him coming down the stairs, his footsteps echoing through the hallway.

"Good morning, beautiful," Andrei greeted me with a warm smile, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a kiss on my cheek. "What's for breakfast?"

I chuckled, feeling his strength and warmth against me. "Pancakes and bacon, your favorite," I replied, turning around to steal a quick kiss from his lips.

As we enjoyed our breakfast, Andrei shared his excitement about the upcoming game, . "I have a good feeling about today's game. I can't wait to show them what I've got," he said, his eyes sparkling with determination.

"I believe in you, Andrei. You're going to shine out there," I reassured him, placing my hand over his as we sat at the kitchen table. The love and pride I felt for him were immeasurable. Seeing him pursue his passion with such fire was truly inspiring.

As the afternoon approached, Andrei headed to the stadium for the game. I decided to surprise him by attending and cheering him on from the front row of the stands. The energy and excitement in the stadium were infectious, amplifying my anticipation for the match.

The game was intense, each play bringing a mixture of cheers and groans from the crowd. Suddenly, as the decisive play unfolded, Andrei leaped into the air, catching the winning touchdown pass with a stunning display of athleticism.

The stadium erupted in cheers, and I couldn't contain my excitement. "That's my man!" I screamed, my voice blending with the ecstatic roar of the crowd.

After the game, I eagerly made my way down to the field to congratulate Andrei. When I spotted him, a crowd of fans already surrounded him. He caught my eye and flashed a bright smile, making his way through the crowd to embrace me.

"You were amazing out there, Andrei!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around him. "I'm so proud of you!” "Thank you love" Andrei said, his eyes filled with joy. "I couldn't have done it without your support. You're my lucky charm."

We made our way back home, our spirits high as we joked and laughed, reliving the exhilarating moments of the game. As the evening approached, we settled in the living room, enjoying the warmth of each other's company.

"I'm so grateful to have you in my life, Y/N," Andrei whispered, his gaze filled with sincerity. "You make everything brighter."

I gazed into his eyes, feeling a rush of emotions overwhelming me. "I love you, Andrei," I confessed, my heart fluttering with love and contentment.

"I love you too," Andrei murmured, his voice filled with tenderness. Time seemed to stand still as we embraced, savoring the depth of our connection.

However, as the days passed, a cloud of unease crept into our lives. Andrei's hectic schedule and commitment to his career began to strain our time together. I missed having him by my side, sharing laughter and quiet moments.

One evening, as I prepared dinner, Andrei arrived home looking exhausted. I could sense the weight of his responsibilities weighing heavily on him. It pained me to see him so drained. ”How was your day, love?" I asked, setting the table for dinner as he slumped into a chair, his weariness palpable.

"It's been a long day, Y/N," Andrei sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I wish I could spend more time with you, but the team's demands are relentless."

I felt a pang of sadness at his words. "I understand, Andrei. I just miss being able to share more moments with you," I admitted, hoping he would understand my perspective.

The following weeks blurred into a routine, our interactions becoming brief and fleeting amidst Andrei's rigorous training and game schedule. I struggled with the growing distance between us, yearning for the closeness we once shared.

After a particularly grueling game, Andrei returned home, his expression weary and detached. I longed to comfort him, but his distant demeanor left me feeling helpless.

"Andrei, are you okay?" I asked, reaching out to touch his arm, hoping to bridge the emotional gap that seemed to form between us. "I'm just exhausted, Y/N," Andrei replied, his voice strained. "I need some time alone to unwind."

Despite my concern, I nodded, giving him the space he sought. As I headed to the bedroom, an unsettling feeling gnawed at me, prompting me to reflect on the changes in our relationship.

The following day, I decided to surprise Andrei with a romantic gesture to reignite the spark between us. I prepared a candlelit dinner and adorned the living room with flowers, hoping to convey the depth of my love for him.

When Andrei arrived home, he seemed surprised by the setup, but his response was not what I had anticipated. "I appreciate the effort, Y/N, but I'm really not in the mood for this," he stated, his tone distant and detached.

I felt the sting of disappointment pierce my heart. "I just wanted us to reconnect, Andrei. I miss us," I confessed, my voice trembling with vulnerability.

Andrei let out a sigh, his expression conflicted. "I'm going through a lot right now, Y/N. I need space to focus on my career," he explained, his words creating a painful chasm between us.

His words echoed in my mind, leaving me feeling adrift and alone. I struggled to comprehend the abrupt shift in our dynamic, the warmth and affection we once shared fading like a distant memory.

Days turned into weeks, and the emotional distance between us felt insurmountable. I spent countless nights immersed in a tempest of emotions, yearning for the love and connection that seemed to slip through my fingers.

One evening, as I sat in our living room, the weight of my unresolved emotions became unbearable. I heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, and I braced myself for Andrei's arrival.

"Andrei, we need to talk," I stated, my voice steady despite the turmoil brewing within me. "I can't continue like this. I miss the warmth and love we used to share."

Andrei sighed, his expression weary. "Y/N, I'm trying to focus on my career. It's a crucial time for me, and I need to prioritize my goals," he explained, his words only deepening the chasm between us.

"But what about us, Andrei? What about our love?" I pleaded, desperation coloring my voice as I grappled with the impending sense of loss. "I just need some space, Y/N," Andrei replied, his gaze haunted by the weight of his ambitions. "I hope you understand."

With a heavy heart, I watched him retreat to the bedroom, a sense of resignation settling over me. The unraveling of our once vibrant bond felt like a cruel twist of fate, leaving me adrift in a sea of heartache.

As the days passed, I found solace in the quiet corners of our home, grappling with the newfound solitude that enveloped me. Memories of our laughter and affection haunted the rooms, a bittersweet reminder of what was and what had slipped away.

One night, as I wandered through the darkened house, a sudden realization dawned upon me. I couldn't linger in the shadows of heartache. I needed to rediscover the light within myself, to find the strength to navigate the uncharted path ahead.

Determination sparked within me, and I made a decision to embark on a journey of self-discovery, to embrace the courage to carve a new beginning amidst the remnants of what once was.

With each passing day, I immersed myself in newfound passions and rediscovered the vibrant hues of life that had dimmed in the wake of heartbreak. I poured my heart into creative pursuits, letting the rhythm of my endeavors heal the shattered fragments within me.

As the seasons shifted, a sense of empowerment blossomed within me, propelling me toward a newfound sense of purpose and fulfillment. I reveled in the joy of unearthing the dormant layers of resilience and resilience buried within.

One radiant morning, as I immersed myself in the melody of a favorite song, the doorbell chimed, interrupting the tranquil cadence. I made my way to the door, a sense of curious anticipation sweeping through me.

To my surprise, a familiar figure stood before me, his eyes reflecting a blend of regret and longing. "Y/N, I've missed you," Andrei murmured, his voice tinged with a vulnerability I hadn't witnessed in so long.

Despite the tumult of emotions surging within me, I remained composed, absorbing his presence with a newfound sense of self-assuredness. "What brings you here, Andrei?" I inquired, refusing to let the echoes of the past cloud my resolve.

"I've realized how much I've missed the warmth and love we shared, Y/N," Andrei confessed, his voice laced with remorse. "I understand the distance I allowed to grow between us, and I want to make things right."

His words held a glimmer of hope, but I knew that mending the frayed threads of our past would require more than words. "Andrei, I've come to understand the depth of my own resilience and capacity for growth," I stated, my voice resonating with newfound clarity.

"I'm willing to work on us, but it has to be a partnership that honors the love and commitment we share," I continued, refusing to dim the radiance of my newfound strength for the comfort of familiarity.

Andrei nodded, his gaze filled with earnest determination. "I understand, Y/N. I want to embark on this journey of healing and growth with you," he affirmed, his words carrying the weight of sincere intention.

As we embarked on the path of reconciliation, we navigated the complexities of rebuilding what once stood fractured. Open communication and unwavering commitment became the foundation upon which we sought to mend the rift that had threatened to sever our love.

We shared moments of unearthing buried vulnerabilities, offered understanding and support, and embraced the intricacies of healing as individuals bound by a love that refused to waver.

With each passing day, our shared laughter and quiet moments wove a tapestry of renewal, breathing life into the love that had endured trials and emerged with a depth that surpassed the remnants of brokenness.

As the days embraced the embrace of a new season, our renewed bond blossomed with a vibrancy that mirrored the journey we had undertaken. The echoes of heartache dimmed in the wake of a love made unbreakable by the trials we had traversed.

One tranquil evening, as we sat on the patio, a sense of contentment enveloped us as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with a tapestry of fiery hues. "How did this happen?" Andrei mused, his gaze reflecting the serenity that had settled within our hearts.

I smiled, savoring the warmth of our togetherness. "It took courage, resilience, and a love that refused to be confined by the shadows of the past," I replied, my voice tinged with gratitude for the journey that had led us to this tranquil moment.

As we basked in the quiet beauty of the evening, a sense of gratitude swelled within me, an acknowledgment of the love that had endured and the fortitude that had woven us together once more.

The following morning, as I prepared breakfast, Andrei entered the kitchen, his gaze filled with an unmistakable spark of excitement. "I love you," he declared, his voice resonating with an earnest ardor that reignited the flames of our shared love. I chuckled, feeling the warmth of his affection suffuse the air. "I love you too," I hummed, savoring the sweet melody of our rekindled love.

As the day unfurled, we reveled in the simple joys of shared moments, our laughter mingling with the gentle cadence of a love that had weathered storms and emerged unyielding.

As the weeks melded into a dance of cherished togetherness, I found myself immersed in the vibrant hues of a love imbued with a fortitude that had withstood the tests of time and tribulation.

One evening, as we strolled through the serene expanse of a nearby park, a sense of tranquility enveloped us, the tranquility of a love reborn and strengthened by the trials that had once threatened to extinguish its glow.

"I'm grateful for where we are now, Andrei," I murmured, my voice carrying the depth of my gratitude for the love that had found its way back to us.

"Me too, Y/N," Andrei echoed, his eyes reflecting the poignant beauty of our journey. "Our love is stronger than ever, and I cherish every moment with you."

In the embrace of our shared love, we reveled in the poignant beauty of a journey that had led us back to each other, a love revitalized by the fortitude that had refused to succumb to the pangs of heartache.

As the tranquil evenings unfolded into a symphony of cherished moments, our love thrived amidst the tapestry of shared laughter, tender gazes, and the quiet beauty of a bond strengthened by the resilience that had become our guiding light.

Amidst the quiet whispers of an evening bathed in the gentle glow of twilight, a joyous melody soared through our home, the sound of our shared laughter mingling with the vibrant strains of a love reborn from the ashes of past trials.

One tranquil Sunday morning, as sunlight illuminated the contours of our home, Andrei and I found ourselves enveloped in a dance of shared moments, the echoes of our laughter resonating with the radiance of a love revitalized by the fortitude that had led us back to each other.

“I'm grateful for the depth of our love, Y/N," Andrei whispered, his voice carrying the warmth of his affection for me.

"And I'm grateful for the resilience that has bound us together, Andrei," I murmured, savoring the poignant beauty of a love that had endured and emerged with a depth that transcended the echoes of heartache.

As the days embraced the embrace of a new season, we found ourselves immersed in the vibrant hues of a love that had been revitalized by the fortitude that had guided us back to each other, a love unyielding in the wake of past trials.

Amidst the tranquil expanse of our home, the gentle cadence of shared laughter, and the tender beauty of a love invigorated by the resilience that had become our guiding light, Andrei and I reveled in the depth of our shared bond, a bond unbreakable by the trials we had navigated.

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