Erinallene - 1982 Baby

The Alumni Scrimmage

Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader

Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- more sex, getting caught, explicit language- Andy likes the word f*ck, a little playful teasing, a little angst, moving fast in a relationship, Andy being really soft for his girl (must be 18+)

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Coach B x his sweetheart

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

Andy slammed the phone down with a curse. His day had gone by in a flash; appearance at the hockey booth with the underclassman, photo opportunity in the quad and mingling with the older alumni that weren't participating in the scrimmage, alumni lunch and in about 20 minutes he'd join his boys- playing opposite them in the annual alumni scrimmage. It was tradition to let the old guys win.

Andy should have been suited up with his skates on- probably warming up on the ice by now. But instead he had spent the last 30 minutes calling information in a 50 mile radius of campus, trying desperately to get your number.

Your number wasn't listed. Of course it wasn't listed. He spent the night having the best sex of his life and now you were gone.

Andy's heart jumped in his chest when a knock came at his office door, but it was only his assistant coach.

"We got about 20 minutes, Andy" Nick said, tapping his stick on the door frame, already dressed in his old jersey and skates, "I'm gonna go check in with the officials."

"I'll be right out" Andy grunted, shoving his office chair away from his desk as Nick gave him a nod and shut the door. Andy looked at his phone once more- still no missed calls or texts. Not even so much as an email.

He stood up, running his hands down his beard before stretching his arms up over his head with a grumble. Andy wasn't in the mood for this alumni scrimmage. Hadn't been in the mood for any of this all day. Not after those damn cupcakes this morning. All he could think about was you.

He crossed the room to the bench along his office wall and sat down with a frown. Andy took a deep breath, letting his head fall into his hands, rubbing over his beard with a grumble before bending over to riffle through his duffle bag for his skates.

The scrimmage was meant to be fun but casual, players wearing their old or current jerseys and team sweats. Gloves and pads were encouraged, helmets mandatory. Goalies were required to wear full pads. The scrimmage was open to the public, but usually only family or the die-hard fans showed up to the event.

There was another knock at the door as Andy was lacing up his second skate. He huffed, barking a "come in" but the door didn't budge.

"Nick... if you’re not gonna come in just gimme a minute, will ya?" Andy shouted as he pulled his laces taut.

The door pushed open and Andy heard the sound of boots drag across his office floor. His breath caught in the back of his throat when he looked up.

"Hey, Barber" you smirked, dressed in his home jersey and a familiar pair of black Doc Marten combat style boots with thick wool thigh high socks disappearing under the jersey that fit more like a dress. Your hair was reminiscent of how you wore it for Andy's college games.

"Y/N... you're...here..." Andy's stuttered as he stood up, a good 4 inches taller than he usually was-with his skates on.

Smiling shyly as you crossed the room, you placed your bag on his desk before coming to a stop in front of him. Andy's heart hammered in his chest as he smiled fondly down at you. He took a tentative step towards you, hand reaching up like he was going to caress your cheek, before hesitating. He wasn't sure how to greet you.

"I'm sorry... I didn't get your number. Then those damn..." Andy started as you tiptoed, catching his thick hoodie strings and pulling him down into your mouth to shut him up. Andy groaned his surprise.

"Shhhh" you murmured against his parted lips with a smirk.

"Sweetheart...I..." Andy's words were crushed against your lips as you pushed him backwards until his legs hit the bench. Andy went down with a grunt, smiling when you placed a hand to either shoulder, climbing into his lap and straddling him.

"Y/N... I'm trying to say I'm sorry..." he laughed as your tongue swept into his mouth with a soft moan. Andy groaned, abandoning his apology as he pulled you to his chest and devoured you with a toe curling kiss.

You made out on the bench like horny college kids until you were breathless, lips parting to catch your breath. Andy's wandering hands ran down the length of you, stopping at your boots. He smiled, tugging at the looped laces playfully as you kissed along his jaw.

"Missed these" he groaned with another tug, his head falling back against the wall, his eyes screwed shut when you rolled your hips over him, nipping just below his beard.

"Remember when you fucked me against the lockers after the championship game jr year?" you purred in his ear.

"Fuck… how could I forget?" he asked, "you were wearing nothing but these an' my jersey..." Andy groaned as you nodded, your breath hot against his skin.

"Ah huh" you confirmed, "and seeing as your type is still college girls...” you teased, “I figured... for old time sake..." you loved giving him a hard time.

"That's not..." he started to protest before his eyes snapped open. Andy looked you up-and-down, old memories of that championship night rushing back to him.

You bit your bottom lip waiting when Andy’s eyes went wide finally understanding, his Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly looked down at your lap.

Andy's large hands ran back up the length of your folded legs, taking a deep rumbling breath before his fingers trailed under your jersey to find you bare and so ready for him.

"Christ… that’s my good fucking girl" Andy's deep timbre was sinful. You chirped when he crashed his lips to yours, wrapping an arm around your waist and shifting your body as you worked his sweatpants and underwear down enough to free his cock.

You didn't even need to stroke him -Andy was rock hard- lining himself up at your entrance and sinking into you, your pussy made a shameless squelching sound as you swallowed him raw.

"Oh, god... Andy" you whimpered, eyes fluttering back as he held you there -stretching you open-while gripping your hips and pressing up firmly into your wanting hole.

You gasped, giggling blissfully when Andy rolled his hips forward, moving himself to the edge of the bench and leaning back against the wall. He let his thighs go slack before slamming up into you with purpose. You fell forward, hand catching on his chest as he fucked up relentlessly into your dripping cunt.

"Fuck, sweetheart..." Andy groaned, straining to keep his eyes open so he could watch your pretty face, "I... hate that fucking sorority house... if I knew it was in that neighborhood... I... fuck..." he grunted as you bounced on his hard cock, feral with want.

"Just shut up and make me cum... Barber" you goaded and then chirped when Andy lifted you from his lap with a growl, still connected as he stood, slamming you against the wall with a thud.

"Want me to fuck this needy little cunt?" Andy snarled, "been fucking you for the last 24 hours and it's still not enough?"

All you could do was whine as his cock pistoned into you, dragging over your sweet spots as he gripped bruises into the back of your thighs.

"Not gonna last much longer, sweetheart" he grunted, "gonna fill this little pussy so full... you're gonna be dripping with me while you watch me scoring like old times" Andy panted, his matted hair pressed to your glistening crown.

You cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as a final steely thrust punched the air from your lungs. Andy groaned your name when hot ropes of his spend spilled into you.

"Fuck... I love you..." Andy's voice was so low and gravely it had you gasping and clenching around him as you met your end.

You clawed at his sweatshirt, milking his cock dry when your bliss washed over you in waves, flooding every inch of your senses. Your toes curling in your boots painfully when your muscles went rigid before going pliant against him. You whimpered, sagging into Andy's chest as he held you.

Andy pulled away, searching your expression as he tried to read what you were thinking, you stared at him for a long moment, your eyes prickling with all those years of heartache.

Andy's chest felt impossibly tight. His eyebrows knit together in a frown as he tried to make sense of the whirlwind that was the last 24 hours. Why did he have to let that slip? So soon. Too soon.

"Andy... I..." your words were coming out shaky when the door to his office swung open.

"Hey... Coach B" Cappy said from behind Andy's broad shoulders. Steve's voice was cut off when he saw his coach, still pinning you to the wall as you squeaked, hiding your burning face in Andy's chest.

"Oh, shit... s-sorry, Coach... we... uh... we're starting in 5... but we can play without you... you're... busy" you could hear the smirk in Steve's voice as he slipped out of the office.

"You didn't lock the door?" Andy teased, carefully unwinding your legs and dropping you to your feet while you whined. Andy tucked himself back in his sweatpants with your face still pressed, completely mortified, into his hoodie.

"Hey... sweetheart. It's gonna be OK..." Andy voice was soft and reassuring, moving back towards the bench to sit down.

"You know how many times I've caught Cappy in the showers with a friend?" he shook his head, pulling you toward him.

"Oh, god" you whined, your face buried in your hands. Andy took your wrists and gave a gentle tug, pulling you even closer to him while his thick thighs caged you in.

"Sweetheart... look... I know this is all real fast... you don't have to say anything..." he started, taking your hands in his when you finally opened your eyes, blinking owlishly at him.

"No... it's not that..." you started.

"Cappy didn't see anything... and fuck those sorority girls... I've tried everything to discourage them..." he continued.

"Really?" you frowned, "I thought you liked this look" you motioned to your throwback outfit.

"I fucking love this look... I just..." his exhale was heavy, "I don't wanna scare you away... cause I'm fine with taking this slow... however slow you want...and..."

"Andy, I don't want..." a loud knock made you jump, catching your words at the back of your throat.

"Show time, Coach" Levs' voice came tentatively from the other side of the door, but this time it stayed closed.

Andy looked back at you, his expression pained before you ducked down, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss.

"I don't want to take this slow, Andy... and... I love you too" you murmured against his lips as tears welled in your eyes, blinking them back, you giggled when Andy jumped from the bench, wrapping you in his arms and lifting you clear off the floor.

"Oh, thank fuck..." he sighed with relief, "I mean... fuck... I was so scared I said too much... I love you so much, y/n" he was blinking back his own tears when he set you down, framing your face and capturing your lips in a slow deliberate kiss.

"Um... Coach?" Ari cleared his voice, tapping from the other side of the door again.

"Better get out there, Coach B" you smiled.

"Right... let's go" his smile made your heart ache as he reached for your hand, "oh... wait... aren't you..." Andy hesitated for a moment, "gonna get cold" his cheeks flushed pink knowing you didn't have any panties on.

"Are you blushing, Andy Barber?" you teased, "weren't you just talking about filling me up so full that I'd be drippin' with you all game?"

A growl rumbled low in Andy's chest when he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your crown.

"Come on... I can show you the women's faculty bathroom on the way out" he said, taking his stick from behind his door as you grabbed your bag.

You couldn't possibly make eye contact with his players when you stepped through his doorway and into the locker room, but it didn't matter. The entire team was standing in a row outside Andy's office to high-five and congratulate their coach.

"Way to go, Coach B and Coach B’s Vixen” Steve clapped Andy on the back before Andy gave him a look and Ari shoved the other captain out of the way.

"Nice to you see you again" Ari smiled down at you, smirking when you startled at his sheer size on skates. There was a knowing twinkle in Ari's eye, but at least he wasn't giving you a hard time about not being able to keep your hands off Andy.

"Nice to see you too" you managed as Andy tucked you to his side and walked out of the locker room, the rest of the team following you out.

Andy waited for you outside the faculty bathroom, offering to walk you to the stands, but you told him you wanted to walk him to the ice. As you were pressing a kiss to his cheek a streak of pale flesh caught in your peripheral vision.

Your jaw dropped as you watched a hockey player in nothing but a pair of skates, white and green boxers and the mascot head run past you and jump onto the ice.

To the crowd’s amusement the player did a lap before dropping a few pucks and shooting at the open nets.

"What the hell... Storm?" Andy bellowed as a few alumni started snickering.

"It's not me, Coach" Storm called from behind Andy.

"Shea?" Andy barked as the team and alumni watched the officials skate after the perpetrator.

"Nope" Shea called, "fully dressed, sir."

"Barnesy?" Andy almost choked on his tongue as the ref skated over with Bucky, shoving him through the gates as Andy shook his head.

"I'm gonna have to let the president know about this, Coach Barber" the ref shook his head.

"Yeah, I get it" Andy sighed, nodding apologetically.

"He's not even naked" Cappy protested with a shrug as the alumni members and the team were ushered out on the ice for warm-ups.

"What do ya want me to do with him?" Coach Vaughan asked Andy. Andy blew out a heavy exhale, glaring at Bucky for a minute before speaking again.

"Suit up, Barnes" Andy shouted at his nearly naked player as Barnesy gave him a sheepish nod, flashing a glance into the stands before hightailing it back to the locker room.

"Damnit" Andy huffed when you were alone, "the president is gonna have my ass for this..."

"The president’s gonna have to get in line" you smirked, taking a handful of Andy's ass in your palm.

"Y/N" Andy's warning was half-hearted.

"He did it for a girl" you smiled softly up at Andy.

"What?” he smirked, narrowing his eyes at you as he remembered how observant you always were, “It doesn't matter" Andy huffed, but some of his annoyance had already bled from his tone.

"It's gonna be OK" you gave him a sympathetic smile, patting his forearm reassuringly.

"I could lose my job" Andy's brow furrowed.

"You won't..." your smile was shy, "you're the best coach the school's had in nearly 50 years"

"How do you know that?" he cocked his head, smirking down at you.

"You don't think I've been keeping' tabs on you, Barber?" you teased as he ducked down, pecking your lips.

A buzzer sounding had Andy straightening to his full height and putting his helmet on.

"Gotta go, sweetheart" he smiled as you held up your hand, fingers splayed and waiting.

Andy didn't say a word as he pressed his palm to yours, lacing your fingers together and twisting your hand up to his lips. He pressed three kisses along your knuckles for good luck before pressing a final kiss to the crown of your head. His ritual before every game all those years ago.

"Missed my good luck charm" his voice cracked with emotion, "I love you" he whispered, kissing your forehead again before putting his gloves on and joining the teams on the ice for the coin toss.

The scrimmage was over before you knew it. Watching Andy on the ice again brought back so many memories, it made your heart bloom to see him so happy and in his element.

He'd find you every so often in the stands, winking at you like no time had passed at all.

When the final buzzer sounded it was Alumni 2 - school team 1. Cappy and the boys didn't even have to give the old guys the win. Coach B was on fire- scoring both of his team's goals easily.

After the teams shook hands and the stands started to clear out, the alumni took a moment to congratulate Coach B for his great record since taking the position of head coach. Andy's players began slapping their sticks on the ice and chanting "Coach B... Coach B" but soon enough the chant morphed into "Coach B, hat trick... Coach B, hat trick..." to the confusion of the alumni.

After the players made it to the locker room and Andy pulled you back in his office to wait while he showered, you walked around his office looking at the achievement plaques on his wall. Andy joined you, toweling off his damp hair in jeans and a zip-up sweatshirt. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back into his chest as he leaned in and kissed your temple.

"Ready to go grab dinner?" he asked as you turned around in his arms.

"Yes" you sighed, pressing a kiss to his lips, "good game."

"Thank you" he smiled, his large hands running down your backside and cupping your ass. He frowned when he felt your panties through his jersey.

You smirked, rolling your eyes as you pressed your palms to his chest, pushing off playfully and catching his hand in yours, twirling on your toes and tugging him towards the door.

"If you wanna go somewhere nice I'm gonna have to change" Andy said.

"Me too" you smirked.

"Why would you change?" Andy questioned.

"I'm not exactly dressed appropriately" you bit your lip suggestively.

"I think you look great" Andy smiled, pulling you to his side as he turned to lock his office door.

"Hey... why were the players chanting hat trick" you asked, "you only scored twice... right?"

"Twice on the ice... once in my office" Andy waggled his eyebrows as you hit his chest with a groan.

"Hey... how about we get takeout instead?" Andy suggested, laughing.

"Yes!" you cheered, "from that good Chinese place on the corner of campus... are they still there?" you asked hopeful.

"They are" Andy confirmed with a warm exhale, this is all he's ever wanted.

"You remember what I used to promise you after every win?" you smiled, coyly.

"I do" Andy said, tugging you a little closer to him as you walked out the locker room doors.

"Hope you had a banana, Barber... think it's gonna be another long night" you teased, but Andy stopped dead in his tracks, as you stumbled to stay upright.

"Andy!” you squeaked, turning around with a frown.

"I want it to be a long night... and a long morning" Andy said, smiling down at you, "I want all your days and nights, y/n... move in with me?"

The hockey dividers were made by the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics ❤️

This is the original Coach B from my Lucky Charms: hockey AU even though someone tried to plagiarize it. Thanks for supporting original fanfic content ❤️

A/N: I don’t have any issue with sororities- it was just part of the storyline.

Picture from a Fila photoshoot.

As always, thank you for all the love and support. Please check out my archive blog where I only post new fics @drabblewithfrannybarnesfics ❤️

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