NHL Smut/fanfiction

Matt Rempe

Imagine that your an athletic trainer for the New York Rangers. 

Your standing near the tunnel on the bench. The Rangers were home playing the Blue Jackets. The score was 5-2 Rangers. The Blue Jackets weren't fond of this and began to get chippy, throwing cheap shots at your players. Players, especially Matt Rempe, were getting fed up with this. Being young and an overly physical player, he absolutely obliterates a player on the blue jackets. The fans cheer and scream, the energy in the building sky rockets. A blue jackets player skates in and drops his gloves, instigating a fight with Matt. Matt isn't known for turning down a fight, and drops his gloves in return. They go at it, grabbing and punching. The crowd is screaming. Matt lands a few good hits, but not before being struck in the face. The throw wasn't enough to land him off balance and he lands 2 more good hits before knocking the opposing player out. The blue Jackets player falls to the ground. The refs help him off the ice and then escort Matt to the tunnel (he was ejected, same as the other guy). You notice that his lip is bleeding pretty bad and there's a welt on his face from where he was hit. You follow him down the tunnel, holding the gear his teammates handed you. You reach the end of the tunnel and set it all down on the bench and take Matt to the trainers area. 

"Please take a seat Rempe," You say, wetting a fresh wash cloth and putting on rubber gloves. He sits on the trainers table, "I need to check out your face before you can go." He does as told and you turn around and begin to do your job. You start with his lip, clearly swollen and bleeding. You wipe away the blood, then you work on cleaning the wound. He winces, clearly in pain. "I'm  sorry" You say, pulling back.

"Its fine" He says as you continue to do your work. He's studying you, his eyes travel to your face, your lips, your eyes, your hair. 

"Well, good news is you won't need stitches" You tell him with a smile. You touch his lip, the swelling has gone down a little and it stopped bleeding, "It may start bleeding again soon, but really the only thing we can do is give you a washcloth." He nodded, his eyes not leaving your face. You noticed his gaze and you got butterflies. 

"I won't mind if it starts bleeding again," he says, his hand touching your waist, "it gives me an excuse to come back here and spend time with you." He winked and you blushed. His gaze didn't leave you, and neither did his hand. 

"I need to look at your eye now," You said, moving the wash cloth to his eye, "It's welting pretty bad. Must've been hit pretty hard, huh?" You placed a hand on his jaw to steady his face. 

"I've had worse" He stated with a shrug. He had both hands on your hips now, and you feel yourself flush. You were barely inches from him. You could feel his every move. Heat was radiating from his body. You pushed emerging thoughts down and continued to do your work, his eyes not leaving your face for a second. "Your so pretty when your focused" He said, smirking. You felt yourself blush and looked away from him. 

You had finished your task. There were not going to be any lasting issues with his injuries, just a cut and a bruise. "Your going to have a pretty bad bruise for awhile." You stated, taking off your gloves. Your hands fall to your sides.  There were easily 15 minutes left in the 3rd period. His hands didn't budge from your hips. He pulled you closer.

"That's okay," he said, smirking, "I'll need you to check up on me a lot over these next few weeks though". You smiled at him.

"I kinda have to do that," You said, looking down at him, "Its my job." He smirked. One of his hands moved from your hip to your face. 

"Well, what limitations does your job have?" He asked, hinting at more. You blush.

"Well theres not many" You said, feeling yourself heat up. He smiled at your timidness.

"Well, can I do this?" He asked, pulling you closer to him. His fingers traced your jaw, his face inched closer to yours. You couldn't think straight. Everything about this was intoxicating, and you couldn't help yourself. Your lips met his, and the touch is gentle. His hands are on your hips again, pulling you closer. Your hands trail to the back of his neck, pulling yourself into his grasp. You deepen the kiss, unaware of everything around you. He equally matches your pace, things heat up. Suddenly he whimpers. You pull away, confused as to why he would make such a noise.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry," You say, looking at his bleeding lip "I shouldn't have done that." You grab the wash cloth next to him and clean it up again.

"No its okay baby" He says, looking at you. You pull the cloth away from his face. "What are you doing after this?" He asked, standing up. You shrug.

"Probably just gonna go home and sleep." You state, moving out of his way. There were 5 minutes left in the 3rd. He reaches for your hand.

"Well, maybe we can do something after?" he suggests, "I can come over if you want" 

"Okay" You agree, "You should go get out of your gear though. I need to go back to the bench." Matt nodded and headed out. Your head was foggy with everything that just happened. Yet you were so excited for the night in front of you. 

The rest of the game passed in a blur. Matt went to your office after the coaches were done with their small speech. You exchange information and then you both leave, heading over to your house. 

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word count- 998

I enjoy writing these 2 part imagine/smut scenes. I think I'm going to write more of them.