#pyotr kochetkov fic

[behoright]

how the gold glisten l a. svechnikov x p. kochetkov x reader

make me feel i'm chosen / i feel alive

summary: You n Andrei tell your roommate, Pyotr, goodbye before he leaves for the AHL and…..

wordcount: 2.7k

song: chosen by dua saleh

warnings: smut. unprotected sex. dirty talk, baby talk, hickeys and love bites. slight gagging and choking. 

a/n: double whammy for u today! i needed to get these out of my system! once again, thank u to @thejerksquad for keeping me filled with fantasies n ideas, and for all of the advice. since we have to wait a while until the next game, and we won’t be seeing Koochie for a while, here’s some dirty dirty smut for you. this is a one shot! unrelated to love countdown. tell me what y’all think as always. ily.

   ☆　 ◌⃘ ࣪　　𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗒𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲　　₊　　🚎

Everything felt like shit. Shit, shit, shit. Pyotr didn’t know what was going on with him. He felt like he had been failing the team, and it straight up sucked, no matter what Andrei told him. Tonight was the culmination of it all. They almost had it in the bag, until they didn’t. He already knew what was going to happen. He didn’t want to go back to the AHL, but he knew he needed it. He had to accept the way it was. It wasn’t easy. He left the rink pissed, walking into the lockerroom and breaking sticks until he felt better. 

The anger had faded away, turning into straight on sadness and disappointment as Andrei drove them back to their apartment. 

“Oh, Pyotr, I’m so sorry. You did good, you did great!” you sighed, offering your arms out to your roommate that was walking, head down, towards you. He let his head fall on your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, taking in the smell of your hair slightly tickling his face.

“No. No good.” he said as he pulled back from you, droopy eyes staring into yours. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Just a game. That’s all.” you reminded him.

“Koochie is getting sent back down to the AHL for a while, Y/N.” Andrei said, leaning against the kitchen counter. The rookie couldn’t even look at you anymore, gaze stuck on the ground. You enveloped him in another hug, running your fingers up and down his back. You turned your head to Andrei, who was fixed on you two. He sighed. 

“That doesn’t mean anything! It’s okay! You’ll be back in a wink, Koochie. You’ll get back on your feet and come back even stronger.” you did your best at reassuring him. He pulled away from you, his hands still gripping your waist. 

He didn’t know what to think. He felt like he had really let down his team, himself, his family, you…

Pyotr just wanted things to be okay again. He was so tired. He just wanted to… forget. He looked back up at you, standing in front of him with a such a hopeful expression on your face. Truly, if he could have focused on your for the rest of the night, it would have been better. At least for now.

The feeling overtook his senses and logic, and Pyotr leaned down to kiss you. He didn’t care about anything, he just wanted to forget it all for one night. Much to his surprise, you leaned in immediately. 

“Ты хочешь, чтобы я ушел?” Do you want me to leave?

Andrei’s voice was quiet as he asked Pyotr.

“Ты хочешь уйти?” Do you want to leave?

his teammate asked, in between kisses. His hands grabbed your face, callouses stroking your cheeks. 

Andrei stood mesmerized by the way your body responded to Pyotr. He had never seen you like this before.

He had thought at times that he could have heard you moaning in your bedroom late at night. But perhaps it had been a mirage, a sign of his tiredness after a long stretch of games. Seeing you walk around the apartment in your little short shorts didn’t count, either. Nor did that time that you all went to the club and he felt your ass on him when you and your friends danced all together. Seeing you push your body against his friend had a different reaction to him. Andrei was shocked he didn’t feel the urge to push Pyotr out of the way to have you all for himself. He tentatively took a step closer. 

“Я не хочу уходить.” I don’t want to leave.

“Тогда не делай этого.” Then don’t.

He walked up to the kitchen island, now standing next to you, still enthralled with Pyotr’s tongue. The rookie moved over to kiss your cheek, your jaw, your ear, eventually your neck, tilting your head to the side. You made contact with Andrei’s eyes. He was standing so close to you, almost hovering, and he was filled with desire. It took only a nod from you for him to sprint forward and open your mouth with his tongue.

“Are you going to help me with Pyotr, Drei?” you asked.

“I will help you with much more than that.” he answered, heavy breathing before meeting your lips again. 

Pyotr was getting antsy; he felt Andrei’s body connect with you, so he knew you were game. At this point of the night, he just wanted to rip all of your clothes off and share you with his teammate. Your bodies began to ondulate towards each other as the heat was building up - Andrei pushing his hips into you, you pushing into him and Pyotr. You could feel their cocks swelling up when you all got close. 

Pyotr’s fingers laced around the straps of your crop top, pulling them down slowly, as Andrei’s hands squeezed your ass, hard. You realized by their kisses that Pyotr was a lot more gentle and controlled than Andrei, who instead had bit your lip multiple times already, while his teammate softly pecked and licked at your neck and shoulders, slowly. 

“Я уже хочу ее обнаженной.” I want her naked already.

Pyotr growled at his friend, his teeth still touching your skin. 

Your hands found each of their bulges, growing tight in their shorts and sweatpants, as Pyotr pulled your top down, exposing your chest to their glistening eyes. They both took them in, breathless. Andrei began nipping at your neck, your collarbone, leaving little bites everywhere, while Pyotr stuck his tongue out to pay attention to your breasts. You tried to stay focused and pulled their pants down at the same time, freeing their erections. 

“You hungry, baby?” Andrei whispered in your ear. You nodded, lazily stroking their cocks while being licked and kissed everywhere. 

“You… want this? Yes?” Pyotr asked, locking eyes with you, while holding your tits in his hands.

“Yes, yes.” you moaned, cocky grin appearing on their faces. 

“Come here.” Andrei ordered, grabbing the back of your neck, while the boys stepped out of their pants. You walked on over to the couch, and by the time you all sat down, you were the only one with any clothes on. You wasted no time and got on your knees in front of Pyotr, licking up and down his hard dick, the taste of precum on your tongue. You could hear Andrei stroking himself next to you, his other hand lifting up your mini skirt and palming at your ass.

“These fucking skirts you always wear. They are the death of me, Y/N. Seeing you prance around us, with your undies showing every time you bend over. It drives me fucking crazy.” Andrei spit out, his hips thrusting up into his hand. 

“Трахать” Fuck.

Pyotr moaned, eyes rolling all the way into the back of his head. Diligently, your head bobbed up and down his length, thick spit leaking down from your throat to his balls everytime you gagged. Your nails digging into his thighs, you could feel his muscles tighten and let go the more you pushed him inside your mouth. Andrei had begun to spank your ass, accidentally jolting your body forward and choking you slightly with Pyotr’s cock with every slap. 

“Нам нужно притормозить, или я собираюсь-” We need to slow down, or I’m going to- 

Pyotr choked out, gently thrusting into your mouth. Andrei grabbed your head and pulled you away from his friend, leaving a trail of spit dangling from your mouth, which Pyotr wiped, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. 

Andrei easily picked you up and held your body, kissing you a couple of times before placing your thighs on top of Pyotr’s. You were now sitting on top of him, his leaking cock pulsating behind you, face right above your shoulder. Andrei got on his knees in front of you, immediately spitting twice on your cunt.

“What do we have here?” he asked, getting close enough to you that his breath was teasing you. 

“Она уже такая мокрая, брат” She’s so wet already, brother.

Andrei told his friend, who was still taking deep breaths in a feeble attempt to tone down his inpatient lust. 

Andrei smirked before attaching his lips to your bundle of nerves, coaxing throaty moans out of you. This, however, was short lived. He kept his eyes fixed on your pussy, licked it twice, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue at the end, and looked back at you. You were so entrailed with his face that you didn’t notice two of his thick fingers entering you, suddenly. 

“Oh my god, Andrei.”

“That’s fucking right.” he said, moving his digits rhythmically in and out of you. Pyotr’s hand snuck around you, coming down your body, and began rubbing your clit. 

“Ты такая красивая, принцесса.” You’re so pretty, princess. 

Pyotr whispered in your ear, watching your head fall back onto his shoulder as he applied more pressure by circling his fingertips on your sensitive bud. 

You tried to ask Andrei what he had said, but the abrupt curling of his fingers inside your pussy made your hips twitch, administering the most blissful amount of weight and pressure on Pyotr’s cock that was sitting behind you. 

“Oh, is that the spot, baby? Look how fucking pretty you look like that.” Andrei said, intensifying his motions. You could see, hazily, his forearm flex, making his veins pop, as he thrusted faster inside you. A quiet squelching grumbled from deep within your cunt, accompanying your endless moaning. 

“Быстрее, быстрее.” Faster, faster.

Pyotr nodded towards his friend, and began to rub your clit a lot faster. Andrei picked up the pace; the pressure that was building inside you was beginning to become too much. You were right on the brink just when Andrei adjusted his fingertip slightly, finding the perfect spot, sending you over the edge, and causing you to squirt all over his arm. 

“Oh, fuck.”

“Да, да, детка, быстрее. Сложнее.” Yes, yes, baby. Faster, harder.

Andrei’s bicep flexed as his finger kept hitting your spot, and squirt just kept shooting out of you, now covering his stomach and hips. If you hadn’t been seeing stars, you would have been able to see the look of delightfulness and uncontrollable lust on the boys’ faces. Andrei left you empty, with Pyotr slowly rubbing your pussy, then bringing his fingers up to your mouth.

“Good. So good.” he said to you, watching your lips suck his fingers clean. 

Andrei picked you up again, holding your weight with his forearm under your ass. He eventually laid you, face down, on the couch. When you had bought this with Drei while moving in, this was not the intended use or what you had in mind, but the sheer size of it was coming quite in handy. Pyotr positioned the head of his cock at your opening, rubbing it up and down, through your wet folds. 

“Please, Pyotr. I need you.” you begged, head hanging low. The rookie entered you slowly, his pace letting you feel every single vein, ridge of his cock splitting you apart. You both moaned at the pleasure.

“Так крепко, куколка. Блядь.” So tight, doll. Fuck.

He moaned, beginning to pull himself in and out of you, keeping his grip on your hips. 

“Let me see you.” Andrei said, pulling your head up by your hair. 

“Who knew you’d look even prettier when getting fucked? Huh?” he said, his other hand tight at the base of his dick. All you could do is give him a smile before sticking your tongue out, eyes still locked with his. 

“Fuck me, you’re such a good girl.” he said, half moaning, placing the heavy head of his cock on your tongue. You took him in as much as you could, his girth much bigger than what you were used to. 

“You got my cock all wet with your cum before, Y/N. You’re doing so good at cleaning up, fuck.”

The messier you got, the louder Andrei would groan. The three of you found a good rhythm, bouncing your body in between them - Andrei’s cock leaving your mouth as you felt Pyotr pull your hips back, the tip of his dick gently touching your cervix. 

“Я хочу заставить тебя кончить.” I want to make you cum.

Pyotr said, in between groans. Your eyes shot back up at Andrei, waiting for instructions. 

With his grip still on your hair, Andrei translated: 

“Can you cum one more time for Pyotr? Can you be good and show him how good he’s making you feel?”

He ended his sentence right as he thrusted himself deeper into your throat, all sensations making your eyes roll back to the back of your head. 

“Она близко. Сложнее.” She’s close. Harder. 

Andrei told Pyotr, who wasted no time and picked up the velocity of his thrusts. His balls were slapping onto your clit in the most delicious of ways, getting your legs to quiver. Pyotr could feel your walls tightening around him, just as Andrei’s pelvis was twitching into your mouth every time he felt the vibration from your moans reverb on his cock. 

“Я... я собираюсь кончить” I’m-, I’m going to cum.

Pyotr said, maybe a little too loud, but he didn’t care. You were the tightest he had ever felt, and he was totally lost in pleasure.

“Fucking give it to him, baby. Make a mess all over him, c’mon.”

Andrei’s words were all it took, your legs shaking as they covered your thighs and Pyotr’s dick with sweet, sticky squirt. Feeling your cum run down his balls, his legs made Pyotr twitch one last time, pushing all the way deep into you, and releasing hot ropes of cum inside your pussy. The louder he moaned, the harder you squirted, and the further Andrei would push himself down your throat. Pyotr slowed down and pulled out of you, walking over to stand next to Andrei before pulling your face away from his teammate. You looked at him, your mouth open with spit dribbling down your chin, Andrei’s hand tightly gripping your hair still. Pyotr gave you an open mouthed kiss, hard, messy and feverish.

“Спасибо” Thank you.

he whispered, before heading over to the bathroom. You didn’t need Andrei to translate that one, leaving you with a smile on your face. 

“You’re not fucking done, princess.” Andrei barked as soon as Pyotr left, throwing you on your back by your hair, and thrusting into your cum filled pussy aggressively. He hung over you, his long hair flopping on over, his chain dangling over your face, as he fucked you hard, your back arching to get more of him.

“Is this what you wanted all along, huh? You wanted to get filled up?” he said, getting stiffer inside you.

“Yes, yes.” you answered, choking out moans.

“That’s right, be loud. God, just the thought of fucking you after he’s been inside you before makes me want to-”

You came again, unexpectedly covering him again with your cum, and that did it for Andrei. He squeezed you hard, buried his head in the crook of your neck, and came inside you with a groan so deep, it sounded like he was growling. 

“Oh, shit.” he said, pulling himself out of you, eyes glued to the mix of your cum leaking out of you. 

“I’m on birth control.” you said, breathlessly.

He smirked, but you couldn’t see it, your surroundings still so blurry and swirly after cumming so much. You felt a damp washcloth go up and down your body, wiping up all the sweat and cum off of you. You heard them talk in Russian, and a comment from Andrei about the state of the couch, perhaps needing a replacement. Next thing you knew, you were in bed, positioned in between them, the three of you still naked. 

“I will miss you, Koochie.” you said, your eyes struggling to stay open.

“You no worry. I will be back.” he said, chuckling, right before settling into sleep with the both of you. 

[ilyasorokinn]

hi friend!! I was wondering if I could ask for a blurb with pyotr kochetkov, and something that has to do with meeting him at like a grocery store and helping him find some things? Like maybe you know Russian as well and see him struggling to find something? tysm and I can't wait to see how this turns out :)

SHOPPING BUDDY

i'm so excited to write this and i'm sorry this took like a year lmao. so, i'm gonna do something different and put the words i would normally translate from english to russian in italics. like, if a word is italicized, it would be in russian. i just want to try something new. also, requests are closed, so please don't send anything in!

you didn't like grocery shopping very much.

you knew what you needed, but having to walk all around a giant store to grab all the items you needed never was appealing to you.

you had your earbuds in as you blasted music, pushing your cart through the aisle, wanting to get what you needed and get out as quickly as possible.

as you turned down the pasta aisle, you almost bumped into a rather tall guy who looked confused. he flashed you a smile, before turning back to the sauce bottles in his hands, his brows furrowing together in confusion.

"do you need help?" he looked at you and you could tell he didn't understand what you were saying, "help?" you tried, "all right, this isn't going to be easy if we don't speak the same language." he still looked lost.

"all right, let's see." you took a breath, "my name's y/n, what's yours?"

he seemed to understand name, "pyotr."

"pyotr? that sounds russian." you commented, and he perked up, "are you russian?" you asked, smiling at the shocked look on his face.

"yes." he nodded.

"wow that was easy." you chuckled, "what do you need help with?"

"do you know what this tastes like?" he held up a bottle of dressing.

"well..." you looked at it, "it's garlicy and kind of tangy." you did your best.

"do you like it?"

"not really." you shook your head, which made him immediately put it back, "but that doesn't mean you won't." you cut in.

"i trust you." he smiled. you then went through the rest of the grocery store with him, suggesting things you liked and things you thought he might, and by the end, his cart was filled with american snacks.

you walked outside together after having paid, pyotr even offering to pay for you but you declining, "well, i hope i helped you today." you smiled as you parked your cart next to your car.

"you did. thank you, i appreciate it." he smiled.

"i'm glad." you nodded.

"could i get your number?" you raised a brow, "in case i ever need help again." he quickly added.

"right, just in case." you nodded, smiling, "sure." after exchanging numbers, you handed his phone back to him, "well, i'll see you around, pyotr."

"yeah, soon." he smiled, pushing his cart in the direction of his own car.

again, requests are closed :)

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

how about something about Pyotr Kochetkov, maybe he's taking the reader to meet his family in Russia 🥺

He is so cute, I love this boy 🤍

I hope you have a nice day ☺️

had this in the drafts from when i was doing like give me the summary and i’ll tell you what fic i would write, whoops, but i'm starting to get on board the pyotr train lol

this fic would be titled "home, love, family" and it would be two parts. the first part is the reader slowly adjusting to the idea that she and pyotr are in a serious, long-term relationship. he keeps inviting her to come home to russia in the off-season to meet his family, but she's resistant and nervous about the whole thing. eventually, he has a minor injury that takes him out for like one or two games and she gets nervous about that, so pyotr uses that as leverage to convince her to come to russia with him

the second part is the trip to russia where you meet his family and get to see his hometown and pyotr tells you all about his childhood memories. it becomes the trip of a lifetime and you're beyond grateful that you finally said yes to going

[smileysvech]

get yourself a man that looks at you longingly like andrei looks at pyotr

[unluckyhoneybee]

All the pretty girls Pt2. (Pyotr Kochetkov)

After all the drama, Pyotr was finally with you and he wanted everything. Smut. Continuation of : All the pretty girls Note: this has sat on my drafts for so long I can't even remember who asked for this. I hope you like it! Warnings: +18. Penetrative sex (p in v), oral (f receiving)

His back muscles moved as he worked in the kitchen. The Canes sweats he wore hung low on his hips. Being used to see him with baggy clothes or his equipment, you were a bit taken aback. It was instantly when your pulse increased and your throat ran dry.

"Hi"

Pyotr turned around fast. Caught in the act. "Hi" He said. Sweat formed on his forehead when he took in your apearence. How were you his now?

"What are you doing?" You walked slowly on his direction and he got nervous.

"Cereal" He said. "For you in bed"

Butterflies filled your belly. Just like when you visited him in Chicago that night and he tried to cook pancakes. It was a complete failure.

"Better than pancakes?"

Pyotr rolled his eyes.

"You try next time"

You nodded in response and took another step. There was a mark on his neck, you remembered leaving it last night. Warmth filled your belly. You had made love in the sofa last night. It had been quick and awkward, both of you too desperate to feel the other to care about anything else. As you had told him, you had all the time now. It had been intense but short and both of you got knocked out as soon as you laid on the bed. But still, you couldn't believe you had felt him like that. He hadn't been shy while pushing his hands under your clothes, or while toying with your underwear. Words hadn't been needed, the lenguage wasn't a problem then, Pyotr only needed to whisper your name and you exactly knew what he needed from you.

Pyotr was looking down at you. His clothes were huge on you, the sleeves too long and the shoulders too wide. He could see your cleavage and shoulders a bit. He just wanted to dive in and take a bite. But maybe you should have breakfast first.

You leaned on his side and hugged his waist with one arm. It was incredible to feel his body react to you. Pyotr wrapped one arm around your shoulders only so he could bring you close. A sweet kiss in your forehead and he spoke.

"Grab cereal, please?"

"Of course. But before..." You got in your tiptoes and kissed his lips. "Good morning"

"Good morning" He said groggily.

You let go of him and picked the bowls. But Pyotr couldn't contain himself and slapped your ass. You gasped and looked at him with big eyes. He shrugged and you laughed in response.

"You are lucky I love you" You whispered. Surprisingly, he caught every single word. Wow. "Hey, babe?"

"Mmm, yes" He quickly grabbed some milk and spoons and sat on the small kitchen table. It was small enough for your legs to touch, but you didn't care. Intantly, your legs were over his lap and Pyotr had a cute blush on his cheeks. He would need a couple of days to come to terms with all of this. Wanting it for so long, it was kind of unbelievable to be like this with you. On your side, it was as if you had lost all the restraints. You always wanted to be this close, to pinch his cheeks, to kiss his lips, to hug him, to sit on him... Now that you could, you wouldn't stop.

Like always, Pyotr set his phone on the table, translator on and ready to help.

"I talk to Andrei"

You frowned a bit.

"Today"

"Oh, again?"

He nodded.

"Uh... I want... Uh..." He shook his head and tyoed on the phone. Then he showed you so you would tell him how to pronounce. That's how you worked and he loved it.

"Advice" A little smile tugged on your lips.

"Advice. Good?"

"Yeah. About what?"

He chuckled and pointed at you. "About me? Why?"

He wrote again and read. "I want to take you out on a date" Slow and clumsy, he pronounced every word on thick accent. "Good?"

"I'd love to go on a date with you"

He looked down at the phone and smiled when the translation appeared.

"Andrei say restaurant to me"

You arched a brow. "Which one?"

He zipped his lips while smiling.

"You teach more English, yes?"

"Of course, sweetheart"

Pyotr had quickly learnt what those little words meant. He had to ask Andrei a couple of times at the beginning and it was so embarrassing to discover it that way because Andrei would always wiggle his eyebrows at him or mockingly call him by your cute nicknames at practice.

"I want to learn Russian too, you know?" You told him. He looked down at the translator and his eyes opened so big.

"Yes?"

"Mhm"

He grabbed your chin and gave you a kiss. Well, you could call him a kiss. He slammed his mouth against yours, his lips swallowing a surprised moan from you. Pyotr was feeling all kind of overwhelming things, maybe because of the shock from last night or maybe because of the exciment of finally having you. And it showed on the kiss. You had a hard time keeping up. So you pressed your thumb on his lips and pulled back only a couple of centimeters.

"What do you want?" You whispered. His beautiful eyes stared at you for long seconds.

"You"

"You have me"

"I know" He nodded, his forehead lovingly nudging yours. "You mine"

"I'm yours" You assured him and gave him a deeper but slower kiss. Damn the cereal, you thought. It can definitely wait.

You got up but barely parted from him, only when he moved back to look at you. Last night, in the middle of the hurry, you had barely taken time to undress. Your shirt stayed on, his trousers stayed on, you didn't remember much more, only that you almost didn't got a peak. So you grabbed the edge of your his hoodie and slowly pulled it up.

Pyotr watched you open mouthed. He had felt you, touched you in any way you let him, but what he had imagined had nothing to do with this. With his English completely forgotten, he spoke Russian, which you didn't understand. So the moment came to halt for a second. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world" He read from his phone after typing exactly what he had said. He wouldn't need to memorize those words like others. He would remember just by picturing how you smiled when you heard him.

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, slow, deep, wet, Pyotr was starting to love it. You both had a great contrast. He was more impulsive, more needy. You liked to take it slow. He had his moment last night. He had taken you apart in what felt like a couple of seconds (not that you complained). Now it was your turn.

Pyotr pushed his chair away from the table to give you space right between his knees. He guided you there, bringing you closer while his eyes took in your naked torso. Could he just lean and kiss you and did he need to ask? How could he ask? He didn't want to grab the phone now.

"You are so handsome" You whispered and cupped his cheeks. He looked up and swallowed. "I love your eyes" There was something in you pushing you to speak, to tell him all of that, to let him know how much you adored him. You didn't want him to feel insecure or to think you'd be better with someone else. "And your nose" Your thumb caressed the straight bridge of his nose, then it moved to his cheek right under his eye. He sighed and closed them for a second. Your hand was so warm and soft on his skin. "And your lips" You parted his lips with your thumb and his tongue brushed it softly. Pump and rosy from the kisses, they looked so delicious. You leaned closer and kicked into his mouth. Pyotr felt delirious, his fingers were probably leaving prints in your thighs. His mouth tried to catch yours when you pulled back, which made you smile and him groan. "I'm so lucky to have you. I can't believe I have you" you slid your finger on his mouth and Pyotr whined. "Are you mine?" You spoke slow and clear, making sure he could understand every single word. He eagerly nodded. "Are you?"

Your heart was beating so hard, he was so responsive to you. It was clear that Pyotr would do anything you asked him to do.

"Yours"

"Mine" Finally you kissed him. Immediately, his mouth responded to yours, kissing back just as deep and passionately.

Pyotr needed more, he wanted you already, he wanted you to do something. His fingers eagerly pulled down your trousers. You stepped out of them. You stood there, completely bare and shaking in excitement. Pyotr was watching you with his mouth agape and a hard on hidden on his grey sweatpants.

"Perfect" he laid his hand on your belly and you started shaking. His long and warm fingers moved up slowly as a cheeky grin grew on his lips. Pyotr was the one who, with barely touching you, was making your knees buckle and he was so proud of it. "You want me"

You nodded and bit your lip and he kept going up. His right hand found the curve of your breast and his left your lower back. In a sift movement, he brought you close and caged you with his arm. You laid your hands on his shoulders and your breath turned quicker and deeper.

Pyotr's eyes were on your skin. There were little marks here and there and goosebumps all over the place. He had discovered only a minute ago that you were ticklish right were he was touching you. Your body reacted different. He could point where you were slightly more sensitive. He just wanted to play and use it on his favour.

His thumb moved over the invisible line right under your breast. But you were the impatient one this time. With your fingers on the back of his neck you pulled him closer to your chest and his mouth opened for you. Warm and wet, he wrapped his lips around your nipple.

"Oh, Pyotr" You gasped loudly and he groaned.

Eagerly, the goalie pulled you to his lap and kept you impossibly close to him, with your back straight and your breast right were he could reach them. Perfectly shaped and soft, Pyotr planned on giving them the attention they deserved.

The bulge in his trousers pressed right on your naked core and you moaned. But Pyotr didn't care. He was busy mouthing at your breast, bitting at your sensitive nipples and sucking with his lips until they got impossibly hard. The more he did, the better it felt. Wet from his saliva, it was so easy to roll them with his fingers. And all the stimulation was pooling on your lower belly and shooting pleasure waves right to your clit.

"P, baby... I can't..." Because as sensitive you were, it had never been enough to come undone this way. It only made you a dripping mess right between your legs, were you needed him the most.

But again, he didn't pay much attention. Instead, he palmed at your breast giving softness with one hand while he bit your nipple and pulled on the other. A choked moan broke out of your chest, your head hanging back and your hips pressing harder into his. "Please, please, please"

"What?" He looked up and carefully (the last thing he wanted was to hurt you) he gave your nipple a soft smack. Another pretty sound left your lips and you desperately looked down at him. Your hands, that were cupping the back of his neck, traveled quickly downwards.

"You want what, baby? Say to me" He bit the soft flesh of your boob hard enough to print his lips there and you felt the air leaving your lungs.

"You" You said and grabbed his face with one hand. "I have waited for so long to have you, Pyotr..." He thanked his most recent lessons for being able to catch most of what you said. "So long" You pulled his trousers enough to free him. No underwear. It made you smile.

He lifted you enough so he could push them half way on his thighs. "Better" then he reached his pocket and pulled a condom out.

You chuckled in disbelief. "I will fuck you in all house" He whispered while staring into your eyes. It gave shivers to your already shaken body. Pyotr put the condom on and help you move right above his hips.

"Slow, okay?" You said before kissing him.

"Okay" He whispered back between kisses.

You hugged his shoulders with one arm and pushed your forehead against his. Then, you started to slide him in. Pyotr groaned and bit his lip with that first touch, you closed your eyes tight and tried to breathe through your nose. "Oh babe" You whined. You tried to move, you circled your hips and slowly moved up and down. It was torture for both of you but it took you a bit until you could completely sink in. "Pyotr... Oh god... Y-you are so big" You desperately said as you finally could move freely.

"Yes..." He nodded quickly, he didn't know how to express what he was feeling, he just hoped you could feel it. So he kissed you deeply and grabbed you by your hips and ass cheeks. You were moving slowly, he was thrusting up to you. You could feel him everywhere and his kisses were more intense than ever. You mouthed and bit his shoulders with some newfound hunger.

"Perfect" He groaned against your cheek before gently biting you there.

Maybe it was because you were so in love with him, or the deep connection you two had, but you felt everything in a consuming way. You wanted to cry and grab into him to never let go, you wanted to give in and allow him to do whatever he wanted.

"more, need more" He panted. "Please, give me more" He begged. With those big brown eyes looking at you. You whimpered. But Pyotr was big and your legs felt like jelly.

Your fingers gripped his shoulder and the back of his head and the groan that escaped his lips was so delicious you had to kiss him. He could feel you needed some help, so he grabbed handfuls of your ass to help your moves (not that he complained).

You moaned loudly at the quicker pace. But for Pyotr, it wasn't enough. He grabbed you and a second later you were on the table. You gasped loudly and gripped his arm. "P"

"I have you" He said with a soft smile and slid back in you. Your eyes rolled back with the new angle and he chuckled. "You like it"

"I love it, I love you" You panted with big doe eyes. "Fuck"

Now Pyotr was in charge, now he could do as he pleased. But he was determined to make you enjoy and remember this for a long time. He pushed you back and you lay on the cold surface. You were a goddess, he was so sure of it now. He must have been a good man if the universe had sent you to him. While his hips moved slowly, very different from what he had begged for, his hand crawled its way up from your belly to the valley of your breast and then your neck. Your breath hitched for a second and you closed your eyes when he put some pressure in there. But then he kept moving and with a particularly hard thrust, Pyotr let his thumb slide in your mouth. You looked into his eyes as your lip wrapped around his finger. There were sweat beads on his forehead and chest. He was flustered and his hair was falling around his face. It was unreal. So you sucked his finger, you did just as you would suck him, swirling your tongue around and teasing with your lips. And Pyotr lost it.

A soft pop sounded when he pulled it from your mouth and it was followed by a moan when he started rubbing circles in your clit. Your legs shook around his waist and your hand flew to your breast. Laying on the table like that, Pyotr took mental notes of how you looked.

"Good? Feel good, yeah?"

"So good"

Now he was quicker. He was trying to reach all the pleasure you gave him. He was on cloud nine with you around him, his hands on your hips and your eyes on his. And he knew he wouldn't last much longer but he didn't care when you looked like you were fallen apart in a desperate need for more, more pleasure, more Pyotr.

That was exactly how you felt, with the climax right there, the pleasure so high but yet not enough.

Pyotr felt it, hard and like lightning, he came undone without warning. More vocal than ever, his hips thrust harder while you desperately scratched his abdomen. Don´t leave me like this, please. Your eyes said. But for a few seconds, he was blinded by the intense pleasure over his body. He barely heard your cries, "Please, please, please" You begged.

"Yes, yes" He said.

His legs thanked him when he knelt in front of you, they could barely keep him upwards after that. Not giving you enough time to process anything, he dived in between your legs.

You sat so you could see him. His eyes were closed and was simply giving you everything he had. It made your head spin. Vibrations were sent over you every time you ran your fingers through his hair. With all the passion he put in, he made you come with his mouth in only a couple of minutes, bringing you closer to the edge of the table and his face to get the last taste until it became unbearable.

Shaking and grabbing into him the best you could, you cried in pleasure until you had actual tears in your eyes. "Stop, stop" You said pushing him away.

Pyotr sat back on his heels and looked at you. You were shaking, he didn't know if it was cold or everything else. You had bite marks on your chest and shoulders, they would probably fade, but he was proud for now. Your chest was heaving slowly with deep breaths.

"I love you" He simply said as if he didn't look like a tornado had run over him. His hair was so messy and his skin so pink and sweaty.

You laughed in disbelief. "I love you too, P"

He grabbed your ankle and leaned closer to leave a warm and soft kiss on your leg. You caressed his cheek with bright eyes.

Then he tried to get up and groaned when all his muscles complained. You giggled.

"You try walk and I laugh then" He said pointing at you with irony in his voice. You laughed and flipped him off.

He threw the condom to the bin and then came to help you down the table, giving you a look when you huffed. "This is all your fault"

He frowned. "Fault?"

"You made this, Pyotr!" You exclaimed with fake annoyance.

"Oh yes, I did" He said chuckling, but then he pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. "You will be fine"

You kissed his chest and nodded. "Shower?" You suggested.

"Yes please" He giggled and reached to your hair. "You have cereal"

With that, you both started laughing, pure happiness floating in the room for being finally together. After waiting so long, he finally had the girl of his dreams.

[delayed-affection]

hello 🙌

Could you write something about Pyotr kochetkov, anything you want..

there isn't as much content from this guy as I'd like 😓

Thank you 🤍

Unrequited Love

Oneshots Navigation

Pyotr Kochetkov x reader

Warnings: Like four Russian words but they are translated

A/n: He speaks very little English in real life but for the sake of the fic he knows a little more

Word count: 0.8k

You’ve been pining over Pyotr since you’ve met him. Working for the team however means you can’t do anything about it.

So you made the decision to just keep your feelings to yourself but with that meant you could at least be friends with him.

And you did, you actually became close friends with him, maybe too close of friends.

~

With it being the off season meant that you and Pyotr were spending more one on one time.

As of now he sits next to you on your couch telling you all about how his brother is coming to visit from Russia.

He tells you about the times they spent together as children and how much he's been missing him.

As he talks, you can see the joy and excitement in his face and it might seem a little selfish but you being to wonder if he lights up this way when talking about you. If he talks about you and if he does, who has he told?

More questions being to flood your mind, does he find you as fascinating and interesting as you find him? Does he speak about you to others with the same passion and affection?

You try to push your thoughts aside and focus on his excitement about his brother's visit becomes really hard after awhile.

~

Getting drunk with Pyotr on a random Tuesday night was not ideal, especially considering that he likes to try and have deep conversations while constantly switching between English and Russian.

When he switches to Russian, you’re completely out of your depth and have no idea what he's saying. But rather than tell him that, you just smiles and nods along, trying to understand.

You knows he's trying to say something profound, but all you can do is laugh to yourself as you takes another shot.

He had just gone on a twenty minute talk about how being a goalie can’t be compared to anything else because it is the scariest and most important position to play.

He then falls silent looking down at the vodka bottle in his hand.

He chuckles, “You know… I can’t imagine myself having…”

He takes a second to think, “Having… a… I forget English word for it but Подруга.” (Girlfriend)

You scrunchie your eyebrows trying to think of the word he’s trying to say, his slight slur is not helping.

He leans forward and takes a shot, “You picture me with one?”

Seeing your confused face so he tries to explain, “Боже мой, uh, Подруга… uh, you know a lover, right?” (Oh my god, girlfriend)

If the alcohol wasn’t making you hot already then that question certainly would.

You let out an awkward laugh, “You don’t see yourself with someone?”

He shakes his head, “No, never home. No need.”

You had no reason to be upset about his answer because it was a solid answer and dating someone that worked for his team probably never crossed his mind.

But it did make you a little sad knowing that he wasn’t looking for anyone or anything.

~

The two of you sit inside a Starbucks, tucked away in the corner.

You’re typing somethings out for work while he watches as people walk in and out. Your sitting in comfortable silence, something you two did quite often here.

Until someone walks in and catches Pyotr’s eye.

He nudges your hand making you look at him, “смотреть, she cute, no?” (Look)

You follow his gaze and you’re not going to lie to yourself, she’s a very pretty girl.

You turn back to your laptop and nod, “mhm.”

“I go talk to her?” He asks glancing from you to her.

Your brain is working in overdrive, you don’t know what to think or say. You’re aware that that you can’t keep him for yourself but you never thought he would ask you if he should go flirt with someone.

You hesitate for a moment before saying, “I don’t know.”

He doesn’t like your hesitation, “Do you think she has lover?”

You tilt your head and shrug, “Maybe.”

That’s not a yes so that encourages him a bit.

He sits a up straight and looks at you, “You help me? You know translation.”

You really don’t want to be his wingman, “I don’t know much.”

He stands up and grabs his drink, “That is fine. Come.”

And that’s when you knew the little fantasy of you two ever being together was over. He truly only saw you as a friend, a good enough friend that he wants to help him flirt.

It was never going to happen and who knows it might be for the better.

[mp0625]

Sun and Sand

Pyotr Kochetkov x reader

Taglist. Masterlist.

A/N: sorry it was posted late, this is for Pyotr’s shutout on Saturday

You came down to Florida with Pyotr to support him in his second stint in the NHL this season after Andersen was sidelined. You said it was an excuse to support him but you really just wanted to go to the beach.

After the bad loss on Friday to Florida with Pyotr sitting on the bench. You were ready to get home, but you still had to go through Tampa. When you got off the plane that you took with the boys to Tampa there was a sense of dread in the air for not knowing if the game will end well or not. With Pyotr starting you were nervous as hell because you didn’t know what was going to happen. As the periods ticked away in the game, and save after save that Pyotr made, your anxiety got less and less. When the clock hit zero and the buzzer went off, you screamed your head off, and you went to celebrate with the team.

The morning after you woke up in Pyotr’s arms cuddled up, after a few minutes when you knew he was awake. You softly asked “Instead of taking the plane back with the team can we stay an extra day and go to the beach?”

He looked down on you with a soft smile and a kiss and said “Of course, baby.” “Is that why you packed our bathing suits?” He said with a grin.

“Maybe”

Once y’all got ready to go, you took an Uber to Clearwater beach. The sand was so white and the water so blue and warm. You swam while Pyotr read. After a while you convinced him to come swim with you. Y’all jumped the waves and swam in the salty water. After a while both of you started to get hungry, so you found a taco shop down the beach a little bit. Once y’all were filled with tacos, y’all went back out into the sun to read and nap. As it was getting dark Pytor woke you up and said “It’s getting dark we should probably head out.”

“But I’m hungry.” You said

“I’ll find somewhere to eat.” He said holding up a finger, “The phone said there is a seafood place up the road from here with good reviews.”

“Ooo let’s do that.”

When y’all got to the restaurant, it smelled delicious. As you sat down, you hadn’t realized how red you had gotten till now. “Oops I forgot to reapply sunscreen after lunch.” Once dinner was done, y’all Ubered back to your hotel, as you were getting ready for bed, you mentioned to Pyotr “Do we have to leave? The weather here is 10 times better than Raleigh.”

A/N pt 2: Yes I’ve been to Tampa and Clearwater a bunch of times that’s how I was able to put the details in.

Taglist: @studioreader @honethatty12 @slafgoalskybaby @topguncultleader @wondershells

I know I have a few people on the taglist that are new but I’m doing on this on my phone and I don’t have access to the list I’m going to tag them tomorrow when I put this on the masterlist

[athenaswrath]

Hey! I finally decided to start writing so if anyone has requests I'll write them along with some ideas I have

People I'll write for:

Luke Hughes

Jack Hughes

Quinn Hughes

Andrei Svechnikov

Pyotr Kochetkov

Sebastian Aho

Jack Drury

Brady Skjei

Vince Dunn

[svechnikovvv]

fine line series

golden — quinn hughes

watermelon sugar — trevor zegras

adore you — jack hughes

lights up — andrei svechnikov

cherry — cale makar

falling — jamie drysdale

to be so lonely — pyotr kochetkov

she — brady skjei

sunflower vol. 6 — anthony beauvillier

canyon moon — sidney crosby

treat people with kindness — mat barzal

fine line — nico hischier

a/n: i’m so excited for this. this will also be updated regularly whenever the corresponding fics come out 🫶🏻 i’m also very excited to be writing for some extra players for this 🫣

[pyotrkochetkov]

Do you have any fic recommendations for when you need a pick me up? I’d appreciate some.

this comes at the perfect time because i could use a pick me up right now and these always make me feel warm inside:

warm honey - mat barzal

praising you - mat barzal

more than a vancouver sunset - mat barzal

mini fan - andrei svechnikov

adore you - brady skjei

fake numbers and date numbers - andrei svechnikov

all i've tried to hide - andrei svechnikov

baby svech - andrei svechnikov (part of the when it gets crisp in the fall universe but every svech girlie has probably already read that)

love countdown series - andrei svechnikov (my allllll time favorite characterization of drei like he is written perfectly it makes me feel so smiley and insane i cannot @behoright bitch come back pleaseeee 💔)

eye on you - andrei svechnikov

love me tender love me sweet - andrei svechnikov (and all of her svech fics basically she has a lot)

(and because i'm a whore a good threesome will pick me up)

919 temptations - dylan coghlan/andrei svechnikov

how the gold glisten - pyotr kochetkov/andrei svechnikov

open invitation - anthony beauvillier/mat barzal

the after party - brady skjei/andrei svechnikov

i also have a fic rec tag with a lot of amazing content that you should also check out :)

[stereax]

whos your favorite player on every team?

Ooh, this is a fun one! Under the cut :) Also not gonna use former Devils, and gonna try to stay away from just naming the most known player on each team... we'll see.

Anaheim Ducks: Lukas Dostal is doing a damn good job tending that net. I'm super excited to see where he goes!

Arizona Coyotes: Of course, our pride king Travis Dermott!

Boston Bruins: Look. I said I was gonna not name the most known players. But you can't expect me not to name a goalie for the Bruins! Impossible! I'm gonna give the edge to Jeremy Swayman.

Buffalo Sabres: Probably Jeff Skinner, honestly. Most cursed man in hockey. Does that make me old?

Calgary Flames: I don't follow the Flames much but I do really like Cody Taylor.

Carolina Hurricanes: Pyotr Kochetkov is, in my opinion, the only Cane with rights.

Chicago Blackhawks: All Star Jason Dickinson just seems like a funny dude. Well, for having to play for Chicago...

Colorado Avalanche: I am forgiving Ross Colton for that really shitty shift against the Devils because he's holding Woody's hand and they're cute. But I'm watching you, mister.

Columbus Blue Jackets: Alexandre Texier. He's French! And played in Switzerland last year! And is suffering!

Dallas Stars: Thomas Harley is carrying half my fantasy teams and he seems like such a fun dude!

Detroit Red Wings: Jake Walman, hitting the griddy, and getting a bobblehead after it.

Edmonton Oilers: I am not immune to Ryan McLeod propaganda. Just look at his smile!

Florida Panthers: Sam Reinhart, the highest-paid Panther, has no goals and one assist in his last six games and his ice time is declining. Where are the Sabres fans who told me how much they would miss him? When I hear of all the positive qualities the team lacked in the past, I think of Reinhart - lol nah that's just the Reino copypasta. Love him!

Los Angeles Kings: Long Distance Girlfriend Kevin Fiala and his hysterical wife!

Minnesota Wild: Mats Zuccarello is very short. This is always fun. Especially because his stick is very long. Also fun.

Montreal Canadiens: Juraj Slafkovsky is not only worryingly homoerotic with every single Slav he meets, he is also trying valiantly to overcome the bust narrative, and he's silly and goofy! What more do you want?

Nashville Predators: Roman Josi. I am not immune to a good-looking Swiss man.

New Jersey Devils: All of them. I'm in a Dougie Hamilton mood right now, though. (Aka, I miss him :'( )

New York Islanders: The Real Sebastian Aho, simply because it's funny there's two of them. Also, this one is prettier.

New York Rangers: There's a fic out there that makes me somewhat like Braden Schneider.

Ottawa Senators: I'm saluting Jacob Bernard-Docker for his services to my fantasy teams.

Philadelphia Flyers: The image of Known USNTDP Member Cam York fielding calls from Zegras on how to take care of his platonic soulmate is truly peak.

Pittsburgh Penguins: The Other Smitty, Reilly Smith. I am predictable. I have a type.

San Jose Sharks: Anthony Duclair! And his many sons on the team.

Seattle Kraken: Kailer Yamamoto. I just like him because he's short, okay? He also seems to have a very fun character, which I admire.

St. Louis Blues: Colton Parayko, for no other reason than it's a very good hockey name.

Tampa Bay Lightning: Brayden Point is another of those players that just eternally carries my fantasy teams.

Toronto Maple Leafs: I think Calle Jarnkrok is eternally underrated. And I'm right.

Vancouver Canucks: Stanley Cup Champion Teddy Blueger. He deserves it.

Vegas Golden Knights: I simply believe that if one does not at least admire Jack Eichel for his dedication to being a bitch and ruining all the narratives, one does not exist to me.

Washington Capitals: They have Dylan Strome from the fics! It just takes some time, little girl you're in the middle of the ride, everything everything will be just fine, everything everything will be alright alright...

Winnipeg Jets: Nino Niederreiter. God, I hope he finds a home some day. I hope it could be Winnipeg.

[behoright]

holy l b. burns (+ canes)

i could make it for you / cause you're so beautiful

summary: burnzie teaches the boys how to treat a woman by his standards.

wordcount: 5.1k 

song: holy - king princess

warnings: this is absolutely depraved. 18+ only, minors dni. smut, smut, smut. BDSM, dd/lg relationship, voyeurism, cuckolding. lots of dirty talk and baby talk. 

a/n: I… don’t know what came over me. Nobody asked for this, yet here it is. sorry. please let me know what you think !! also more love countdown coming before the end of the week. this is barely edited oops. also. this is a work of FICTION. it has absolutely nothing to do with anyone’s real, personal, private life. this is just a story: an idea, a creation of imagination, something we fantasize about. nothing more, nothing less.

𓏸 ₊ 📹 ⋆ ݂𓏸 ₊ 📹 ⋆ ݂

“Dude, is that the same chick that Jarvy hit the other night?” 

“Wait, what?”

All the boys’ heads turned to gather around Martin, whose eyes were currently stuck on his phone.

It wasn’t unusual for the team to split into younger and older guys after morning skate. They all scattered at the rink, going through the steps of their own routines. 

“That’s totally her.”

“Let me see.” 

“KK fucked the same girl as Jarvy!” Martin screeched to Andrei, who was already giggling.

Jesperi and Seth looked at each other, right before fist bumping. It was easier for them to have these conversations away from the more senior members of the team, let alone any coaches or managers.

“She was good, huh? Too bad her face looked like that!” the comment from Jarvy caused the rest of them to go into hysterics. 

“Oh man, I had to turn her around immediately. How are you going to fuck athletes and still look like that?”. Everyone laughed, as they kept chatting. Just locker room talk, no harm in that.

Burnzie, however, couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, as he stood here, incredulous. He tried to not let it get to him, but some of the comments completely crossed the line.

“You guys are so fucking pathetic.” he said. His voice was loud enough that it constantly stopped everyone in their tracks - all of their younger guys dropped silently and turned to face him.

“Oh, c'mon Burns, you know what we mean.”

“Yeah, I remember those days. You think you’re such tough shit, huh? You’ve been fucking for, maybe 4-5 years but think you know it all. Meanwhile, all those girls you’re running through go home and finish on their own because you pump and dump them. At the end of the night, you’re both left with nothing. An empty, meaningless transaction.”

They all stared at their older teammate with their jaws on the floor, absolutely speechless. They held each other accountable, but none of them had been called out this harshly in a while.

“Oh, you think you’ve got it so much better because you’re old, huh?” Jalen tried to hit back, awkwardly chuckling.

“Trust me, I know how good I’ve got it. I know what I’m doing.”

“Dude, what are you even talking about?” KK chimed in.

Burnzie picked up his bag and turned towards them before heading out. 

“If you’re really curious, come to the ranch on Friday. There’s no game, but stop by at night. Actually, think about it, and if you want, text me. I’ll let you know the details. Perhaps you’ll see and learn something that doesn’t involve a puck.” he said, tranquil, before heading out.

⊹ㅤִ ໋⊹ㅤִ ໋

All they got was an address, a time, and a set of rules for the day. It was sent as a group text to them, so they all assumed they weren’t going to be alone. As they all individually pulled up, they recognized each other’s cars. Brent had a huge property, and his house was on the outskirts. It looked almost like a manor.

“Do you know what we’re even going to do?”

“No clue. But curiosity is getting the best of me.”

“Me too. That’s the only reason why I’m here.”

They were greeted at the door by a maid, who lead them through the house. No questions were asked - they were certainly being expected. Once reached a door at the end of the corridor, she took their phones, locked them away in a box next to the entrance, and left. They all looked at each other before Jarvy was brave enough to open the door.

The guys walked into a dark room. 

It was relatively small but had an otherworldly feel that none had ever experienced before. Andrei ran his hand against the black textured wall as he looked around. Huh. Soundproof. The only objects in the room were 12 chairs, all black, neatly separated, all facing a sort of window. The boys all approached it. The glass looked tinted, but they could distinctly see through it. They could see a room, with a king-sized bed, red and black sheets perfectly tucked into the mattress. A black dresser stood against maroon painted walls. A mirror enveloped the ceiling, except for a small chandelier that dimly illuminated the room, most of the light coming from the two bedside lamps sitting on the nightstands. The floor, was a dark mahogany, partially covered by a creamy fur rug that sat in front of a lit fireplace. Last but not least, in the corner of the room closest to them, a velvet futon. On the wall opposite from them, only a door stood, tightly shut.

Neci leaned closer, placing his palms on the glass.

“This looks like one of those windows from Law and Order. You know, the ones where they can’t see you but you can see them?”

All the boys looked at each other - it’s what would have made the most sense. Most of them failed to see the outline of a door in one of the walls that surrounded them until KK pointed it out. 

“Should we open it?”

“No.” Andrei said, sternly. “He stated in the text to not touch anything unless specified.”. “Man, what did we get ourselves into?”

“A show, boys.” Andrei added, nodding at the door in the bedroom opening.

Heart beating, they all took a seat. 

Burnzie entered, wearing a suit. All of the guys were very used to seeing him, in his over-the-top, almost ridiculous, custom-made suits. But this one was different. He had on a simple black suit, neck framed by a dark gray tie. They had never seen him with his hair slicked back, or with the trim on his beard that he was sporting tonight. 

Their teammate placed his hands on his hips, standing in front of the fire. Slowly, he took off his shoes, tie, and belt, and set them on top of the dresser. As he unbuckled his cufflinks, he finally looked up at the window, giving a small nod. The boys had been acknowledged. 

“I’m not sure who’s here and who’s not.” he started. “I hope you guys remembered the rules. The maximum number of you in there should be 12. No women allowed. No one from outside of the team, not today at least. “ he sighed, placing the links on a small tray that sat on the right nightstand, the one closest to the viewers. 

“You are all free to leave at any point tonight, from the same door where you came in. Once we are done, that’s where I expect you to exit. If you linger on any point of the property, be aware that I will know.” he continued, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, and looking directly at them. 

“We are not able to see you from here. You can obviously tell by now that you can see every single corner of this room. Additionally, we cannot hear you either. Do with that information as you will. If I require participation, I will ask. That is the only time when you can touch that small door to your left,  where you will come in here with us. Do not touch it unless I ask you to. Do not do anything in there that my staff will not be able to clean up. And most importantly, do not take any pictures or videos. Do not talk about this with anyone else. I have all of your phones, counted and safe with me, and they will be given back at your exit.”

Burnzie was now standing directly in front of the window. Somehow, the boys felt as if he could really see them.

“Do not disappoint me, boys. This is a rare chance you are getting tonight.”

He looked down and headed towards the door in the bedroom, adding before disappearing behind it:

“Watch and learn.”

All of the guys looked at each other. A mix of nerves, tentativeness, and excitement filled the room. Neci sat in the front row, palms rubbing together, while Dylan shook his back from the row behind him. The two young Russian players, Andrei and Pyotr, found a place right in the middle, next to Martin, and were raising their eyebrows at each other. Collectively nervous, some showing more than others. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Moments later, Brent walked in, accompanied by a young girl.

You.

“Holy shit, this is really happening.” Teuvo whispered from the back row.

They all leaned forward in their seats to study your face. To their surprise, as their older teammate moved from view, they saw you were blindfolded, with absolutely no clothes on. 

Brent guided you to the edge of the bed. You could feel his presence standing in front of you.

“Do you know where we are, little one?” he asked.

“Um, in the room. The room.” you said, clammy hands placed on your lap. 

“That's right. How did you know?”

“The crackling of the fire. It sounds different in a room with no windows. I could feel the wood floor when we came in, too” you added.

“Good job, baby. So attentive, aren’t you?” he coaxed, running a hand down your hair. He had gotten closer, heat emerging off of his frame towering over you.

You bit your lip and nodded slowly, his tone already making a puddle form on the sheets under your naked body.

Brent’s hands moved along behind your head, your senses firing extra due to the blindfold. You felt his fingers untie the knot and saw him coming into vision, eyelashes batting at him as soon as you were freed. Brent kissed your forehead and kneeled in front of you, taking his lips to your right ear. 

“Do you remember why tonight is special, baby? Why is tonight a little different than usual?” he whispered. Your head snapped towards the dark glass placed on the wall to your left, heart beating faster already.

“Yeah, we have some viewers today. That’s still okay, baby?” he asked, tilting your chin back at him. You nodded, doing your best at hiding the trembling in your body. 

“I need to hear you say it. We don’t have to if you don't want to, doll.” he said, unsmiling.

“I want to.” 

Brent stood up in front of you once again, beginning to undo his dress shirt. 

“Can you remind me of our color system, little one?” he proceeded, voice stronger than before. It must have been for whoever was watching.

“Yes, um, r-”

“Louder, baby.”

“Uh, red, yellow, and green. Stop, slow down, and go.” you gulped, raising your voice shily. 

“You’re so good, love. Very good.” he said, caressing your cheek with his knuckles, now shirtless. Brent walked over to the left side of the bed, facing the window, and sat down. 

“C’mere.”

You waltzed over to him, where he turned you around and sat you on his lap, facing his same direction. The idea of someone sitting behind there, watching you, was incredibly nerve-racking, and you knew Brent could sense this. He knew you inside and out.

“They’re watching, yeah. Right there, right in front of us, look.” he said, beard tickling your shoulder as he spoke. 

“My baby, come. Don’t worry.” he whispered when he turned you around, his lips suddenly colliding with yours. Brent grabbed the sides of your face, intertwined his fingers in your hair, and split open your mouth with his tongue. The contact and dance you were having in your mouth seemed to ease your jitters. 

“They’re so lucky to see Daddy treat you like this, right?” he asked, pulling away for a split second, before attacking your mouth once again. “Yeah? So lucky, right?” he questioned you, in between sloppy kisses. You nodded your head as he overtook you completely, swapping spit with you.

“We’re going to teach them a thing or two today, okay?”. Brent looked deeply into your eyes. As much as you contractually, verbally, and constantly gave consent, he had never, not once, stopped looking for it in you. 

“Okay.” you whispered, joining your lips again with him. 

Brent took the chance to pick you up, not breaking your kiss, and moved over to the corner of the bed. You were now at the closest point to the window, where they could see you and him perfectly. They had a chance to see most angles, light reflecting perfectly off of you.

Brent’s hands moved over to your thighs, easily splitting them apart and sitting you on his legs, face to face with him. 

“You sit on my thighs so well for me, baby. Grind on them.” he said, as you uncertainly started moving your hips, peering over to the window. You knew that you couldn’t see who was there, but you were simply not able to shake the feeling off of you. 

“Keep staring at me, baby. Only me.” he turned your face back to his with a slight tuck at your cheek.  

“I want you to kiss Daddy’s cheeks as you grind on me, baby. I know you like it, c'mon.” he said, placing his hands on your hips. “C’mon my love, my princess.”

The coaxing always got you going, starting to grind your hips a little faster while kissing his face.

“Good girl. Focus on me, little one, c’mon.”. The friction of his suit pants against your bare cunt was starting to feel incredibly delightful, inching your body closer to his as you moved faster. One of Brent’s hands quickly came up and spanked your ass, pulling a moan out of you, which just invited him to smack you twice more. The more he encouraged you, the harder he spanked you, and the whinier your moans were becoming. 

“Shh, shh, that’s a good girl, right there. I know it’s sensitive, little one, I know. You’re doing so well for me.” he said, calloused hand spanking your sore spot once more. “Do you see what you do to me? Do you see my cock growing for you?” 

You could only moan. You had just started and already felt like falling apart right in front of him. 

Meanwhile, things were getting a bit stuffier in the viewing room. The boys were no longer looking or interacting with each other, eyes peeled on the couple in front of them. Even the cockiest of them, the ones that had talked themselves up the most, had fallen silent, faces completely flushed. Many of them felt grateful that the chairs had been placed at a distance from each other, giving them more private space. They were incredibly close and comfortable with each other normally, having spent a lot of time changing and naked; they were able to play and joke around it usually, with no awkwardness found there. But this was wholly different. Pyotr adjusted his hat and leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees, as many of them were already. 

“Ебена мать…”

“Do you want to touch it, baby?” Brent asked, looking at you, vigorously rubbing yourself on him. 

“Yes, please.”

“Do you see how good you make me feel, doll? Can you feel it, in your little hands?” 

“Do my thighs make you feel good too? My pants are soaked already, angel. Do my big thighs make you quiver and moan? You look so little when you sit on me like this, pretty girl. Does that turn you on?” Brent’s words felt like lightning shooting down your nervous system.

“Yes, god, yes.” you huffed, placing your forehead on his tattooed shoulder. 

“Uh-uh, baby, focus on me. There you go, look up at me. Are you falling apart for me, already, my little flower?”

Only moans came out as a response. Your breath was so shallow that you could think of no words. None.

“Not yet, baby, slow down. Shh, shh. Relax, my little girl, calm down.” he tightened his grip on your hips, changing the pace. 

“Make my thighs wetter, baby. Stay on my face, princess. I know, I know, baby, I bet it feels really good.”  

You looked deeply into his gaze, dark and lusting for you, and took a deep breath. 

“Look at that, look how good you’re being. You do exactly what Daddy tells you, don’t you?”

“I do, Daddy.”

“Tell them. Say it out loud, tell them.”

“I-, I do whatever Daddy tells me.” you choked out in between whimpers, face burning red.

“And why is that, baby?”

“Because I trust you, Daddy.” you said, gaze shooting up at him.

“Good girl, baby, good girl. You know Daddy will take care of you. Stick out your tongue, angel.” 

You did as told, your connection somehow reinforced after that exchange.

Brent gave you a small smirk, and wiped his tongue against yours, feverishly, before wrapping it up in his mouth. 

“Faster, now baby, faster. Show me how good I can make you feel.” Brent said, before attaching his lips to your neck, leaving the other side exposed for the guys to see. You picked up the pace again, the little break he gave you before just aiding to you edging, on the brink of falling apart. 

“Spread your legs, my dirty girl. Let me play with you.” he said, lips still touching the side of your neck.

You took more deep breaths as you tried to keep it together. When you moved, you could see the wet patch left on his pants. He helped you move, legs shaking, and set up enough pillows at the end of the bed to prop you up, your wet cunt open wide and showing to all the guys behind the glass.

“Lay down, princess. Right there, just like that.” Brent bent down in front of the bed, face dangerously close to your pussy.

“Oh, you’re such a mess. So pretty for us, baby.” His fingers dipped inside you just before circling your clit, causing your head to fall back into the mountain of pillows. It was hard to hold it together, unable to stop shaking or keep your knees from collapsing in. Brent stood up, thrusting his fingers deep inside you.

“Can you hold it in for me, baby? You’re not getting too ahead of yourself, are you?”

“A little.”

“Let’s slow down, maybe, flower. Open your mouth for me. Show me your tongue again.” Brent’s soaked fingers grabbed your chin sternly, right before spitting on your tongue twice.

He proceeded to dip his other hand right in your mouth, spreading his spit all over you.

“That’s so good, look at you. Let’s keep going, little one.” As he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, a trail of saliva fell from his digits and left a string on your body; his hand was back inside you as soon as it was gone, eliciting more and more moans from you.

“God, he really wasn’t kidding.” Dylan whispered in the room, all eyes still diligently stuck on the couple on the bed. 

“...Yeah.”. They did their best to hide how tight their pants were all getting but to no avail. It didn’t matter anyways - they had all signed up for this, and were all free to leave. Nonetheless, no one dared to move a muscle, too transfixed with the scene unfolding before them.

“Look at her pussy. Don’t stare at her face. Do whatever I tell you.” Brent’s voice changed from sweet to demanding, as he turned his head towards the glass to instruct the guys, who all followed commands, unknowingly to you, too blissed out to even worry.

His movements became quicker and more precise, knowing exactly where to touch you to make sure you twitched and squirmed.

“That’s right. You do so well by Daddy. I’m going to go faster now, baby. C’mon. I know, baby, I know, I know. Show them, my love. Show them how good my thick fingers make you feel. You’re so tiny I could just fuck you like this, my hands fill you up so well. Yeah?”

“Look at her, look at her, boys. You see how good I’m making her feel? Print that in your fucking heads and try to do the same when you touch a girl. Every time you see anyone from now on, you’ll think about this, this right here, and how good I can make her feel, just come apart in my hands.”

“She’s fucking trembling.”

“I know.”

“Jesus.” they all cursed.

“Give it to me, baby, c’mon, princess. Yeah, that’s right. Like that, like that, oh, fuck.” You grabbed Brent’s shoulders as you shuddered, orgasm rippling through you while he tried to coax you through it, watching you closely from above you.

“Good job, baby, good job. You are so gorgeous, baby. You’re so sweet, so kind, so pretty. There you go, pretty baby.” he said, slowing down and rubbing your folds while you came down from your peak. “Do you need some water? Yeah?” he asked, placing a kiss on your forehead, his hand gently tapping your pussy. 

“She wants water. Get her some. One person only. And do it fucking quickly.”

The guys all scrambled, sitting up and looking at each other since they first walked in. They had never seen each other in this state, sweaty and bodies flushed and swollen, ready for sex. There was absolutely no water in there. There was nothing. Neci, the closest to the exit, quickly left and came back, a victorious look on his face with a water bottle in his hand. Until he realized he needed to go in. He turned and gulped at the black door separating them from the couple, laying in bed, staring at the glass in front of them. Pyotr swore at that moment that Burnzie had lied about not being able to see or hear them.

“I said fucking fast!” he raised his voice, leading Neci to swiftly turn the handle and walk into the room. As he came towards you, still heavy breathing and wide open in front of him, he thought he might fall or just cream his pants. 

“Don’t fucking look at her. Look at her feet while you give me the water.” 

Martin did as told, and even if feet did absolutely nothing for him, he started to understand what Burnzie had meant in the locker room. Everything about this was so goddamn erotic. After handing over the water, and hearing a tiny “thank you” from you, Martin walked back and shut the door behind him, finding his chair fast and keeping his cap low, hoping the rest of the group wouldn’t chirp him. No one said anything. They all knew that could have been them going in there soon. Some were hoping, truly, to participate.

Brent tilted the water bottle back while holding it up to your mouth, whispering reassuring sweet nothings in your ear as you quenched your thirst.

“Color, baby?”

“Green.”

“Lovely, my girl. Take Daddy’s pants off.” 

You sat on your knees, working the button of Brent’s pants, while he looked at you, with the sweetest smile, until his erection sprang free. It wasn’t your first time seeing him, but it never failed to get a gasp out of it. Brent was a big man, and he was big and thick everywhere. As you leaned down to wrap your tongue around the tip of his cock, you felt a gentle tug at the back of your head.

“So sweet, my angel, but I want you already. Come rub yourself all over Daddy’s cock.” he said, sitting up back at the corner of the bed, legs confidently planted on the floor. 

“How bad do you want it, flower? You’ve been so good, waiting for me. All of those guys, they can’t satisfy you like I do, isn’t that right?” he looked up at you, while you were spreading your soaking folds up and down his shaft. 

“No one else can, Daddy.”

“What a pretty, good girl you are, baby girl. C’mere, take me, princess.” he said, immensely satisfied with your response, and guiding you all the way down his cock, until you were flush together at the hips. 

“Oh, oh, my god.”

“I know, baby. You can take me though, right?”

You nodded, hastily, as you began to bounce on him. He was so big you felt like he was splitting you in two, in the best, most pleasurable way possible. All you could do is moan, moan and moan. And whimper, head fully tilted back, as a tear slid down your cheek.

“My angel, are you tearing up? That’s okay, relax, my love. I got you. What’s your color, princess?”

“Green, green. It’s just so…, big.” 

“I know, I know. You can tear up, that’s alright. I’m right here, my dove.”

You bit your lip, hard, and looked back at his face. He was in heaven, and not afraid to show it.

“You feel so fucking good, flower. You feel so amazing, so snug around me. No one makes me feel like this, princess. God, fuck. Look at me.” 

Your eyes connected once again, Brent looking for …something in you.

“Can you take a little more for me, my sweet girl?”

“Yes, yes.” you said, not stopping your movements. 

“Slow down, yeah, like that. Milk Daddy very slowly.” he planted a kiss on your cheek, right before grabbing your face and uniting your tongues once again.

“I need one person here. Just one. And let it be a new one. Fast.” Brent raised his voice, facing the glass.

All his teammates looked at each other once again, yet this time, Andrei was the only one to stand up. 

“Must be your turn, brother. Good luck.” Sebastian uttered, from the back row.

Andrei looked around, slightly panicked. It sure seemed like it was going to be him. He took a deep breath before opening the connecting door, moving fast in order not to aggravate Burnzie. He walked in and simply couldn’t help but stare at you, fully naked with your eyes rolled back, grinding and bouncing steadily on his older teammate. 

“Don’t you dare fucking look. Go over to the dresser.” Brent ordered.

The young Russian strode towards the dresser on the opposite end of the bedroom, eyes planted on his shoes. 

“Middle drawer on the left. Tan rope. 1 ft. Bring it over.” 

Andrei grabbed the rope out of the organized bunch, shut the drawer and walked back, heart beating out of his chest. 

“Stand behind her. If you have to look, look at her feet. Hurry up.” 

Andrei stood behind her, the only thing he could see apart from the bottom of your feet was his bulge, rock hard in his slacks.

“Can you do a double column tie?”

“Uh, no.”

“Fucking-, anyone else? You have 5 seconds to come out if you do.”

2,3,4,5. No one. 

“Useless. Get close to her, I’ll tell you how to do it.” he said. “You keep grinding, my girl, you’re doing so well. Can you put your wrist behind your back for Daddy and his friend? Yeah? Good girl.”

Your small wrists appeared in Andrei’s field of vision, head diligently down. Andrei attempted at not getting distracted, but he was sure there were sweat beads emerging from his hairline. He followed all the instructions, which Brent made sure to explain as efficiently as possible. 

“Fold it in half.”

“Now, turn it counterclockwise.”

“Put that piece over and under, and squeeze it. Make sure it’s not too tight, so we’re not hurting her.”

Before he realized it, her hands were securely bound behind her back. Andrei mentally patted himself on the back. He caught a glimpse of you, slowly crumbling on top of Brent. All of the guys could have walked in right now, and Andrei thought you would have not noticed nor cared. You were completely wrapped up in Brent. 

“Can you be good, baby? Can you say, thank you, Andrei? For Daddy?”

Dazed and with your head resting on Brent’s shoulder, you moaned a thank you, which made Andrei’s knees buckle. 

“Out of here now.”. Andrei walked back, shirt sticking to his back, into the room with the guys, who were all staring at him, jaws on the floor. Once again, no one said a word. Andrei honestly couldn’t wait to get to his car, but he was too curious to leave just yet.

“How does it feel, baby?” “Good. So good, yes.”

“You sound so amazing, my little dove. What’s my name, love? Tell them. Tell them.”

“Daddy. Your name’s Daddy.” you said, increasing your speed.

“Good girl, baby, good. You’ve been so good today I’m going to fill you up so nicely, flower.”

Brent’s calloused hands balanced you carefully as you kept fucking yourself on his cock, which was growing harder as the boys grew more impatient with every move.

“Squeeze, baby girl. Squeeze me tight. Cream all over me, fuck.” the air in both rooms was getting warmer, exponentially. 

Your eyes locked for one last time before you crumbled all over him, juices running down Brent’s lap as you shook.

“See, boys? Look how beautiful. Shut up and listen to her, hear how incredible she feels. God, just looking at her is going to make me cum.” Brent fucked up into you and kept calling out for you as he shot his seed deep inside you, his big thighs tensing up under you. Little one, baby, angel, princess, love, flower… every single one rolling right off his tongue over and over, eyes fluttering. 

The guys moved around more and more, uncomfortable in their chairs. 

Brent quickly flipped you over, immediately untying your hands after you both caught your breath again. He held you tightly in his arms, rocking you back and forth, caressing your cheek, and placing kisses all over the marks on your wrists.

“You did so well. I’m so proud of you, angel. I’m always proud of you. My gorgeous princess.”

He kept going for a while, feeding you water, some candy from the nightstand, and enveloping your body fully. In the meantime, none of the guys could barely hold it together, all trying to see what was going to happen next, or waiting to speed home to have some private time.

“You guys are lucky I’m not making any of you come out here and lap up her juices. I’ll be nice today. Get the fuck out of here.” Brent said, lastly, before going back to paying full attention to you.

The chairs squeaked at how fast everyone sat up, exiting through the same door, retrieving their phones, and heading towards their cars, not one word was spoken. None of them could believe what had happened, what they had witnessed. There were no goodnights or goodbyes. 

They all raced home, speeding into the night, a thousand memories already forming in their heads. 

One thing they knew for sure. None of them were ever going to forget this night. 

[ilyasorokinn]

(day seven) coming home for christmas , pyotr kochetkov

note, this fic is part of my christmas series called taylor's very merry christmas series. check out this masterlist for the rest of the series. another note, so, i don't want to offend anyone, but as we know, pyotr speaks russian, so everything in italics, image it's russian. it definitely won't be accurate because english and russian aren't the same, so if anyone wants to correct me, please do! pair, pyotr kochetkov x reader summary, y/n and pyotr were on opposite sides of the country and when pyotr heard y/n couldn’t get a flight home, he was heartbroken. what he didn’t know was his teammates had secretly gotten y/n a ticket home and planned to surprise him and she was, in fact, coming home. warnings, none word count, 962 words

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"You got your ticket?" Andrei asked from the other end of the line.

"Yes, you emailed it to me like two weeks ago." You laughed, "I'm fine. I got this."

"I know, I know. I'm just really excited."

"I can tell." You laughed, "And you're sure Pyotr is still oblivious?"

"He's still moping."

"Aw, poor baby." You frowned.

"But just think about his reaction." Andrei reminded you.

"I know." You sighed, imagining his face when he opens the door and sees you standing on the Staal's doorstep for their Christmas party.

"I gotta go, but I'll talk to you soon," Andrei told you.

"Okay, I'll see you soon." You smiled.

-

Leading up to the day you were set to leave your home and fly to Raleigh, you were trying your best to hide your excitement whenever you and Pyotr talked.

"So, what're you gonna do on Christmas since your not gonna be here with me?" He asked.

You did your best to hide your smile, "Nothing much. Watch some Christmas movies." You shrugged.

"Sounds boring." He pouted.

"When I come down, that's all we're gonna be doing. I don't care what you have to say." He pretended to be annoyed by that, but you knew he wouldn't complain.

"So, tell me, what're you gonna do for Christmas?"

"Besides missing you?"

You smiled, "Yes, besides that."

"Svechy is supposed to come over, so we're probably gonna chill for a bit."

"Sounds fun." You nodded along, "Well, listen, I don't want to hang up, but I know it's late for you right now cause it's late for me. So, go to sleep."

"No, I don't want to sleep." A lie. You knew that because right after he said that, he yawned.

You smiled, "Go to sleep." You repeated, "I'll call you when I'm getting ready tomorrow." You had a tradition where you would all him, whenever you weren't together, and you would get ready on FaceTime with him, so it was almost like you were getting ready together.

"You better." He playfully narrowed his eyes.

"I promise." His glare softened, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

-

As the day of your flight got closer, it became harder and harder to contain the secret, but you managed. The day before your flight, your friends helped you pack.

The next day, your friends dropped you off at the airport, giving you a pep talk and a big hug before sending you off. The entire flight, you were an anxious mess. You spent the flight rotating between watching movies, anxious-eating peanuts, and reading a book.

When you landed, you were greeted by Andrei waiting at baggage claim, with a sign with your name written on it in big letters. You rolled your eyes as you approached him, "Nice to see you, too." He joked.

"What's with the sign?" You asked as he pulled you into a hug.

"Well, you had to know where I was."

"I think a phone call would've sufficed." You pointed out.

"Yeah, but that would've been no fun." He shook his head as he watched you grab your suitcase on the spinny thing, "All right, the party starts in like 3 hours, but you can get ready at my place and I'll take you with me."

"Awh, how sweet." You cooed jokingly as you made your way out of the airport towards the parking lot.

-

Andrei drove you to the party and you hid all your stuff in the Staal's guest room and mingled with everyone, catching up with all the others while you waited for Pyotr to get there.

He was coming with one of the other guys and if there was one thing you learned about Pyotr early on, it was that he had a tendency to be late.

You were talking with one of the girls when you heard Pyotr's loud voice come through the door. Nykki smiled and took that as her sign to let you go.

You leaned against the wall, waiting for Pyotr to notice you. You saw a few others gather around too, phones out as they recorded the special moment.

Pyotr finally looked up from his conversation and noticed you and froze, like actually. You saw every muscle in his body stop as he stared at you, trying to decipher if you were real or not.

It took a couple of seconds for his brain to start up again, but when it did, his legs moved quickly over to you. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he squeezed you tight.

"Liar!" He exclaimed, pulling away just so he could look into your eyes.

You laughed, "I'm sorry. I had to. But before you thank anyone, thank your teammates. They're the ones who bought my plane ticket and flew me out."

He looked over to his teammates, who had gathered in the entryway after hearing all the commotion, "Thank you." He smiled sincerely.

-

Later that night, you and Pyotr were cuddled up in his bed, tucked under a big comforter, "I mailed your gift to your house." He lifted his head from your chest.

"It's okay." You shook your head, "I'll open it when I get back."

He shook his head, "I don't want to think about you leaving."

"Well, you're stuck with me for the next week and a half." He squeezed you a little tighter at the reminder of your stay, "And guess what we're gonna do?"

"What?" He looked up at you.

"Watch crappy Christmas movies all day." You smiled.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes, "But I get to pick them."

"Your options might be a bit limited."

"We're fitting Elf in there somewhere."

"Deal." He laughed as you held your hand out, but shook it.

-

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

You write for Pyotr Kochetkov?

i think he’s ADORABLE and i love his friendship with andrei, but i don’t think i’ll write for him! honestly, writing for brady was probably a one-off too 😶 i don’t really know enough about him to write for him. but he’ll pop up in the svech fics for sure!

[unluckyhoneybee]

All the pretty girls (Pyotr Kochetkov)

Where Pyotr never cared when girls preferred Andrei until it was you.

Note: I thought it would be easier to do and understand if I did it like this, so this means they are speaking Russian.

Our Samuel here is Andrei. Andrei is handsome, charming, talented,... In this fic, from Pyotr's view, all the girls like Andrei. He doesn't care. Andrei is his best friend and he is happy for him. Until it comes to you, a mutual friend. Inspired in All the pretty girls by Kaleo.

Pyotr was sitting in the stool, in a VIPvfar from the dance floor. He had been sitting in that exact point for two hours. He wasn't tired nor drunk. He had stopped drinking a while ago. He didn't feel like it.

His bad mood had started a few days ago. At first he played it cool, he simply tried to think he was overreacting and he shouldn't be that angry. But tthen things got more serious and he became truly bothered.

When Pyotr arrived to the states, his English was more than worse. He wouldn't even say he had an English. Andrei had been his saviour in multiple times, so many that there weren't more fingers to count with. They bonded pretty quickly and soon they were great friends. Pyotr was so attached to his friend, they were flesh and bone. When they started going out with the rest of the team, Pyotr could barely communicate with anyone. So he was stuck next to Andrei and used his friend as a translator. The thing was, girls usually approached them. Both men were attractive and they both caught their eye. Some come to talk to Pyotr, but many (almost all of them) ended up going with Andrei. Pyotr didn't care. He didn't know them, it was just sex. He wouldn't ruin the best friendship he had in the states for a hook up, he was better than that. But then he met you.

You were friends with many of the guys. You were usually with them when they went out. Pyotr met you in a party, at someone's birthday. You were so nice and had a huge smile when Andrei introduced you. The goalie just all heart eyes since then. You were so kind and had so much patience with him. It was so surprising because the language barrier had been a huge issue for him when meeting people. No one wanted to try. But you did, you quickly assured Andrei that he could leave you with Pyotr, that you would manage well. Pyotr had never gotten a crush so fast.

Then he told Andrei and everything went wrong. The man who he believed to be his best friend, started to flirt and got closer than ever with the woman he had confessed to have feelings for. And Pyotr had never felt so broken and alone. He got some time away when he was sent to Chicago, he tried to get over you, to think of something else. But nothing worked because there were you, being as nice as always. There wasn't a day that passed without your text and to be honest, he needed them a lot. But when he came back and Andrei and you were even more closer, he brought you everytime he was with him and was always talking around you. All the pretty girls liked Andrei and he hadn't drawn the line with you, the one he knew his friend was in love with. He had to ask you to dance, to make you laugh, to flirt with you, all of it when Pyotr was right in front of him. It made him feel insecure in ways he had never felt.

But it couldn't be further from reality.

An older and way too drunk man had been watching you while you and Andrei danced. So when you had gone to the bar for a refill, Andrei had shielded you with his body. Pyotr didn't want to look, but he had seen Andre's arm around your waist and such a rage had filled him.

"I don't think he is okay, Andrei" You said to his ear.

Andrei sighed and caressed your back in a reassuring way.

"There is something off today" He agreed.

"Maybe I should go with him" You said and while pinching your lip. "Is everything right at home? Or with the team?"

"Yes, I mean, nothing happened." Andrei said trying to remember. "He tells me everything" But Pyotr had been dry and more distant recently.

"I'll go with him" You walked under Andrei's arm, who called your name and quickly followed you.

"All good, man?" Martin asked.

Pyotr looked at him and nodded. "Good"

"Are you sure? You look sad"

"No, good"

Martin patted him in the shoulder and walked away. When Pyotr turned his eyes back to the dance floor, you weren't there anymore.

"Hey, Pyotr" You appeared on his other side, taking him by surprise. You hand was on his shoulder and you had left a drink in front of his empty glass.

He was out of words, he couldn't speak, just look at you with big puppy eyes.

Andrei was there too, right behind you. It only made Pyotr's blood boil.

You sat and grabbed his hand and electricity ran through his skin.

"Is everything okay? Are you good?" As always, you spoke slow, loud and clear so he could understand.

Pyotr nodded and looked down.

"I brought you a drink, Andrei paid, but it's on me" You tried to joke.

You hated to see him so down. He was your fun and cheerful guy, he was the one who could always put a smile in your lips. He was the one you wanted to always be happy. But today, unlike other days, he had rejected your invitation to dance (or pull those silly moves of his that always made you laugh). He had been in that stool alone and you couldn't think about anything else. Luckily, Andrei had tried to distract you a bit.

Pyotr's eyes moved to Andrei.

"I thought you were different" He spat.

It took Andrei by surprise. He frowned and open his lips to speak, but he was too confused to say anything. When you saw his reaction, you knew that the goalie wasn't looking for a translation.

"Different? What do you mean?" Andrei tried to get closer, but Pyotr got up harshly. Some guys standing close turned to look, some of them got ready to jump if needed. The sudden tension could be cut with a knife and Pyotr was know for be quick when jumping into a fight.

"Different. My friend. A friend doesn't do this" Pyotr told him.

You were standing between them, your hand had fallen to your side and you couldn't be more puzzled. You didn't understand a single world, but you could see how angry Pyotr was.

"Man, I haven't done a thing"

"That's not what I see"

"Maybe you should look better"

"Maybe you should stop flirting with someone that is not yours"

"Who the fuck am I flirting with?"

"YN. I tell you and the first you do is go for her! You can have all the girls you want, but no! You go for-"

"Okay, I don't know what is going on between you two but it's over for now." you said pressing a hand to Pyotr's chest. You couldn't see them fight like this. "I don't know what is wrong with you but you are coming with me"

Pyotr looked down confused. He couldn't ask Andrei for a translation now, could he?

"You, me, out now" You said and grabbed his hand. "And you... I'll tell you once I've cleared everything"

You left hand in hand with Pyotr, pulling him out of the club and leaving Andrei with the others, who were curious about what had happened.

Outside, your ears rang for seconds because of the loud music. Pyotr moved his hand until it slipped form yours and started to walk. He needed a breath, he needed a minute alone.

"Hey, no" You said. Your heart was racing. This wasn't supposed to happen. You had gone out to have fun, to enjoy with your friends and maybe get to spend more time with the guy you liked. And now that guy was walking away from you after fighting his best friend. You saw him kick a pebble in the pavement and then he lifted his hand. "Stop!"

Pyotr froze.

"You will break your hand, stupid" You ran to him and stood between him an the traffic sign he was going to hit. He looked down at you and his hand fell. He felt so weak, he just wanted to go home and sleep until everything was forgotten. "What's wrong?" You gently grabbed his hand.

"Nothing"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Pyotr"

He shook his head and tried to walk again, but you didn't let go of his hand so he just had to accept you were following to his car.

"I want home" He told you.

"I'm going with you"

"Alone"

"No way"

You were already on the passanger seat, so he could only nod and start driving home.

"What did-" You started.

You didn't need to finish. Pyotr couldn't keep everything on his chest any longer.

"Me speak now."

"O-okay"

"Andrei knows" He started. His breath was quick and he couldn't find the correct words. "And he- you- I tell him-"

"Shh. Slow, okay?"

It was so frustrating, he had never feel more trapped in his whole life. There were so many things to tell you but he didn't know how. His heart end up breaking completely.

"You better with Andrei. It better. I'm fine. You speak with him. No with me. You better with Andrei" He managed to say. His knuckles were white on the wheel and his lip was trembling.

You blinked slowly. "Better? How? When?" What did he mean?

"Girlfriend" He choked out.

You gasped and covered your mouth. It was all clicking in your mind. Oh no...

"I'm an idiot. I'm the worse, shit" You told to yourself.

He shot a quick glance and saw you brushing your eyes hard.

"Do you think Andrei and I are together? A couple?"

He shrugged. Maybe not yet, but probably soon.

"He- and you-" Pyotr took a deep breath. "Good couple"

How bad luck was if the guy you were in love with thought that you were dating someone else?

He stopped the car and you looked around. His flat.

"Should we go... Can I?" You pointed to the building and he nodded.

When he opened the door, you sat in the sofa and crossed your legs. You should tell him, he was so upset about it. You fully believed Andrei now.

"Pyotr?"

"mhn"

"Sit with me"

He had taken his shoes and hoodie off and was wearing now only the jeans and t-shirt.

When he sat, you opened your hand and he grabbed it, interlocking your fingers and sighing at the comfort they offered

"Listen carefully, yeah?"

He nodded.

"Andrei and I are not together" You had never felt more nervous in your life. "We haven't been and we won't be"

Pyotr blinked slowly. "No?"

"No. You understand, right?"

He nodded. You weren't daring and he was a prick.

"Andrei and you, not together"

"That's right. I don't like Andrei"

Pyotr frowned.

"Andrei like you"

You shook your head. Now that he was calmer, his puppy eyes and pout were actually cute.

"Andrei doesn't like me" You said. "Andrei is my friend. Just my friend"

His chest was moving slowly with deep breaths. He had fucked up big this time.

"I think Andrei like you when I-"

You moved a bit closer and he looked at you.

"I told Andrei I like you and he- now you and him together all time. You better with him. His English better"

You laughed loudly. "Oh shit"

"What?"

"I like you, Pyotr. Not Andrei. You." You said cupping his cheeks. "You. I'm in love with you"

Again, he was loss of words.

"Andrei and I have been together a lot recently because he was helping me"

He frowned.

"I wanted you to like me. And Andrei made me tag along to all the plans you made"

Pyotr was stunned. He was probably understanding wrong. Every word you said? No way he was right.

"Andrei and I got close because I like you, not because I like him"

Pyotr blinked slowly. "Me"

"Yes, you"

"Not Svech"

"Mhm" You affirmed.

Pyotr took a deep breath. "I fight Svech"

"Yeah, you will have to apologize for that"

"I'm stupid"

"A bit."

"You like me"

"I like you"

"Thanks"

You giggle.

"Thanks"

He nodded and laughed. "Nervous"

"Oh sweetheart, come here"

When you pulled him close, Pyotr felt light. The anger and fear was gone. His best friend wasn't awful and the woman he loved loved him back.

"Me- I thought you like Andrei more because all girls like Andrei more and my English is not good and you can speak to Andrei more-"

With a smile, you kissed his lips. It took him by surprise, yes, but he leaned in and kissed you back. It was a sign for you to climb on his lap. Pyotr groaned a bit and let his hands wander from your back to your waist, hips, back,... He wanted to feel you. He needed to feel you. And you were more than happy with it. Your kisses turned deeper and deeper and soon your hands were tangled on his hair and his under your clothes.

"I always liked you" You said pulling back. "A lot"

"Me too"

You smiled so sweetly and he pecked your lips.

"Pretty?"

"Me?"

"Yes, really pretty"

You kissed his cheek and Pyotr hugged you. Both of his arms wrapped around you so tightly. Then, he laughed and shook you a bit.

"Happy"

"Are you happy?"

You said while setting on his chest.

"the most happy"

"Happiest"

"What?"

You looked at him and brush his hair behind his ear. "You say happiest."

"Okay, I'm the happiest... Because... I am with you?"

"Yes" You nodded.

"And... Wait. One more. Sorry if not right"

"You know that is fine, Pyotr" You kissed him again.

He looked at you not believing completely that you were sitting on his lap and kissing him.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Ah!" You shouted and lifted your arms. "That was perfect!"

He threw his head back laughing.

"Want? Yes or no?"

"Of course I want, silly" You said kissing all over his face. "But you better call Andrei and say you are sorry"

He nodded and pulled his phone.

"Then you and me fuck?"

"Oh shit, Pyotr. Of course you know how to say that" You slapped his chest and got up. "Call Andrei" You told him with a smile.

Pyotr watched you walking to the kitchen and sighed. He was so lucky.

"YN" He called. You loved how your name sounded in that accent of his.

"Mhm"

"Love you"

All the pretty girls, Pt2.

[ao3feed-hockey]

Rust in My Mind

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by MixedNut

Pyotr wants to rest forever. He wants to put his head in his arms and rest, let the drugs lull him to sleep where he can feel peace and his damn scar would stop itching. Andrei is shaking him awake, calling his name. He just wants to take all his drugs and rest. But the plane is landing and they have to play the Golden Knights tomorrow.

Or:

Pyotr gets addicted to pain meds after having arm surgery. Andrei and the team watch hopelessly as he falls further into addiction.

Words: 3691, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Pyotr Kochetkov, Andrei Svechnikov, Brent Burns, Antti Raanta, Rod Brind'Amour, Seth Jarvis, Jesperi Kotkaniemi, Jordan Staal, Carolina Hurricanes Roster

Relationships: Pyotr Kochetkov and Andrei Svechnikov, Pyotr Kochetkov and Antti Raanta, Pyotr Kochetkov and Brent Burns

Additional Tags: Mental Health Issues, Drug Use, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Pyotr and Andrei are platonic soulmates, No shipping, hockey team as a family, pyotr doesn’t understand english, pyotr never had surgery i’m making that up, Father Finn Antti Raanta, everyone is concerned, i love freddie but he doesn’t exist in this fic :(

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