lovingjingyuan

[lovingjingyuan]

Don’t mind me, I’m just watching @kawhh’s edit of all my pretty boys for the umpteenth time since she’s sent it to me.

[lovingjingyuan]

I only had the confidence to start writing Dark! Quinn causes of kawhh. I was NOT trying to get canceled before, but fuck it, I have bad taste in men's personality

My old work is way more unhinged than this

Warning: non-con(ish), dark content, spanking, sex in his jersey, degradation, unprotected sex +18

The sight of you wearing his jersey was one thing Quinn couldn’t resist. Even though he seldom looks at his fans in his jersey, he couldn’t control himself when you wore it. He licks his lips. His gaze lingers on your body with the most unhinged thoughts he was unable to restrain.

Quinn knew better than to act reckless and strip you naked in front of the ice rink. Especially when people are scattered around the rink. He was just unable to control and contain himself. All he wanted in that moment was to fuck and feel your bare self on his cock. He wanted to caress his cock against your clit while you whimpered and gripped onto the edge of the jersey.

It was only when you two arrived home did he unleash all his desires. His hand swiftly raised the bottom hem of the jersey, exposing the fact you weren’t wearing any underwear. Quinn’s cock just tightened more against his boxers, begging to be freed. To imagine that you spent the entire day without any underwear or pants other than his baggy oversize jersey. You were just asking for it.

___

“Why are you surprised? You knew what you were doing when you chose not to wear your underwear. You were just begging for this attention, mh?” Your bum turned red as he smacked your butt relentlessly. Your drench pleading pussy was visible since the blue Canucks’ jersey lifted up.

He repeatedly slapped his palm against your butt. You could only whimper in agony as you remained in Quinn’s grasp.

Then he stopped. His gaze travels down your body to admire his work.

But he wasn’t finished. Quinn wanted nothing more than to hear more of your sweet noise. He wants to drain your body of all the delightful noise. As you cry and beg for him to fuck and ruin you, he rubs the tip of his cock against your entrance.

Quinn couldn’t help but tease you, needing to push you past your limits and rubbing his cock against your slick pussy and sensitive clit.

“Bad girls, don’t just get what they want; they have to earn.”

Quinn wanted to take and fuck you right there and now, but he was holding himself back, building up the excitement. His precum dripping against your pussy.

“Spread your legs more. Why do you feel shy now? You clearly weren’t an hour ago, when you were walking around like a slut.”

Of course, the jersey wasn’t coming off anytime soon. To him, the jersey served as some form of ownership branding. To show he owns you and that you are his.

[lovingjingyuan]

Was literally looking for dark/yandere Quinn and there was none til I bless with this beautiful account. I love dark content 😻 we need more dark content writers for hockey

dark quinn corrupting luke’s best friend at the lake house and telling her she was asking for it with her little swimsuits

Warnings: Non-con 'ish' (not really, but there's no consent given), use of whore, use of slut, a little degradation. Indecent behaviour.

He swears your cute little swimsuits get smaller by the day. He'd know, he's been watching you every single time you start parading around in them. You clearly want him to look, why else would you be so close to him constantly?

Why would you be sitting on the boat next to him? Bending over close to him?

Is he not supposed to look at the clear outline of your cute little pussy every single time you bend over too far? He could just reach out and touch you. It's like you're begging for it.

Like fucking hell, you even sit on his lap one night when they're all huddled around the fire pit.

The panicked look on your face when he forces you to move more on his lap, grinding you against his cock, hearing you squeak. He can feel how wet you are. Don't even try and deny it. You're drenching him. He bets your swimsuit is fucking transparent.

Poor little Luke asking if you're okay. Oh you're perfectly fine. You're squirming so hard you're practically trying to force his tip into you through the swimsuit.

He could laugh as he thrusts up into you casually, how red you get. He can feel his head pushing the swimsuit into you.

Nobody even notices, but you're so flushed.

"This what you fucking want yeah? The way you've been walking around.. can you even call this a swimsuit?"

Bouncing his knee to force more of him into you, feeling you tighten around him even with the barrier.

"Gonna make a mess, yeah? You're lucky we're surrounded."

He's cumming there and then. Feeling it force it's way through the gaps where the swimsuit's been stretched too much, feeling it flood your little pussy.

Giving your hips a little tap, adjusting the strings.

"Maybe you'll think twice about dressing like a fucking whore around me now."

[lovingjingyuan]

HEIOU HI YOu There recently with dbh brain and cant stop bringing them into this so here they are

[lovingjingyuan]

Thinking about the brothers pampering you, not letting you do anything at all, no matter how small. Hints of Dark!Au but mostly fluffy, enough that you can read with no interest in the au. I went a little nuts. 1k word spiral. @hughesinthebox here's a delayed little piece.

You even hint about needing to wash? Jack's bridal carrying you to the tub. He doesn't want you to move a singular muscle. He won't have their girl exhausting herself.

Cradling your head against his chest, hoping to comfort you with his heart beat.

If his hold isn't perfect, Quinn's reminding him to be careful. Even if it's just moving him or you an inch. He'd carry you himself but he doesn't trust Jack to be able to control himself if he's the one in the bath with you.

Quinn's sliding into the tub, making sure his back is as far back as it can go, he doesn't want you feeling trapped, wants you to be as comfortable as possible in there with him. Stripped down to his boxer briefs, not wanting to stress you out further with him being naked.

Jack'll slowly lower you against his brother, taking it slow, not wanting to lose control of his grip on you. Holding your neck in a need to touch you, Quinn wrapping his arms around your waist, dragging you further into him. There's no need to be embarrassed. You're their girl. You'll be in here naked with them soon, they're all yours after all.

Resting your neck on Q's shoulder, feeling yourself relax under the warm water and heat coming from his body, feeling his grip around your waist tighten. Him slowly encouraging you to take up more space, to stretch your legs out.

Jack's featherlight touch on your knee and thigh serving as further encouragement.

"Pretty girl, let us take care of you, you can relax."

Following their gentle touches, Q helping the situation further as you give your consent, holding your legs, hooking them over his thighs, keeping you open, stretching you out.

Jack's gently holding one of your legs higher, on his knees at the side of the tub, slowly trailing open-mouthed kisses down your leg, taking his sweet time. Giving you a little nip when you get to falling asleep.

Q adjusting you so he can rest his face against your neck, half balancing you against his arm and shoulder so he can get enough space. Slowly kissing and licking your neck, not wanting to be left out. His brother can't be the only one doing the pampering.

Grabbing your favourite shampoo - of course he knows which one it is, gently massaging it through your roots, wanting to do a good job for you. Burying his head into your hair, inhaling the smell of you mixed with the fruity shampoo.

He could stay like this forever, especially if you asked. Anything for his girl.

Filling a cup with water, making sure it's not too hot, using it to rinse your hair gently. He doesn't want you to move and the feeling of the warm water and suds flowing down his shoulder is comforting for him too.

Jack will insist on conditioning your ends, after he slowly lowers your legs back into the water to stop them from getting cold. He knows the instructions, he's been in here reading every bottle to make sure that nothing will harm you.

He's careful not to rub it through too high, not wanting you to protest. Wanting to keep you fully still and calm. Trailing kisses down your other shoulder and arm while he waits for the 5 minutes to pass. He can't keep his mouth off you, needs to have that physical contact. He could moan at the taste of your skin, the softness of your skin.

Speaking of softness, he knows you have that one lotion that you wash off. He's grabbing it with controlled excitement, carefully opening the bottle. He knows it's loud when it opens.

Slowly lathering it on any exposed skin he can find, lifting your limbs carefully out of the water, one at a time, not wanting to miss a spot. Hesitating when he reaches your chest and stomach, looking at Q for help.

Q taking the bottle off him, gently cupping your breasts, rubbing the lotion in with a delicate touch, not wanting to make it sexual. Covering your shoulders in the milky lotion, using the water cup to rinse it off, not wanting it to get into your hair.

Rinsing the conditioner off, trusting Jack to rinse the lotion off your arms and legs. Gently coaxing you to sit up straighter, having Jack dry your legs off with a fluffy warm towel, helping him to hook your arms around his neck so he can lift you out. Q rising as he does to keep a hand on your back, not wanting you to slip or fall if his brother's grip isn't as strong as it should be.

Fully drying you off, one limb at a time, staring in awe at how you look all small and bundled up.

Q's carrying you this time, carrying you to the edge of your shared bed, getting on his knees in front of you, taking your clothes from Jack.

Lifting your feet to get them in your cute little underwear, slowly kissing up your leg as he drags them gently up your legs, giving your hip a little extra kiss when they're fully up.

Rising slightly to be at breast level with you, sliding your arms through your bra strap, pushing you slightly further into him so he can button up the clasp.

Sliding one of their team hoodies over your head, wanting you to be comfortable.

Jack's positioned himself against the headboard, waiting for Q to deposit you in his lap sideways so can rest your legs over Q. Ready to comfort you to sleep. Their bundled up little princess.

Nothing will harm you. Nothing will stress you out. Nothing will touch a singular hair on your head. They'll stay up all night keeping an eye on you, adjusting you slightly if you make a noise in your sleep.

[lovingjingyuan]

I am so flabbergasted rn. Quinn is so BOYFRIEND.

My mouth dropped coz it looks like a POV where you're in a call with Quinn fucking Hughes.

Well it IS a call, but he's just calling YOU. He was all listening to whatever you say while staring, licking his lips, mesmerized. Then he starts talking about his day. Fuck my life. This is not good for my delusional brain. This is insane. Do it again for 2025.

Quinn Hughes reflects back on his first taste of playoff hockey | September 17, 2020

[lovingjingyuan]

We listen and we don’t judge | QH43

Quinn Hughes x f! reader (fluff)

Summary: You and Quinn do the We Listen and We Don't Judge challenge.

WC: 453

Author's Note: Tbh we're not really on tiktok, but we thought this was a cute idea!! This is my first ever fic/blurb/piece of fanfiction so I would love to hear any feedback :-) Enjoy! - 🐇

You set the camera up on the kitchen counter, swiping under your eyes before backing up to Quinn. 

“Ok! Are we ready?” You say, clapping your hands together. Quinn nods, arms slung around you and an indulgent smile on his face. 

“This is the weird habits thing from TikTok, right?”

You nod, laughing, as you lean forward and press play.

“We listen and we don’t judge!” You say as you spread your hands theatrically, Quinn only jumping in halfway through the sentence.

You side eye the man next to you, leaning in close to the camera, “Sometimes,” a conspiratorial whisper, “I cheer for the Bruins when you aren’t home.”

Quinn drops his arms from around you, and turns towards you wide eyed, “Babe, that’s practically treason… they’ll kill you…” you laugh and shove him lightly, a finger in front of your mouth to mime secrecy. 

“Ok your turn!” you push him forward.

“We listen and we don’t judge!” said together.

He chuckles, rubbing his neck, “Sometimes I use your face towel as a hand towel” You whirl towards him in shock, hitting his arm with the back of your hand. 

“Quinn! I have acne because of you!” He dodges your playful hits, laughing at your mock outraged face.

Through giggles you spit out, “Sometimes I dog-ear our book pages because you lost all of our cute bookmarks.” 

“Oh my god, babe, find a receipt or some shit. They don’t have to be cute” Quinn puts his head in his hands, heaving out a dramatic sigh. You laugh, tugging his hands away from his face as he thinks of his next one.

“One time I put your favorite bra in the dryer and it got ruined and instead of telling you I just bought a new one” 

You gasp, actually floored. “You told me that I had probably just missed that tag! I can’t believe you!” 

Faking indignation you turn away from him and say, “Sometimes I don’t wash our fruit before we eat it” 

“You’re going to actually give us brain worms. Oh my god, babe… we could have brain worms right now.” He says hand over his mouth, your laughter ringing out across the kitchen. 

Quinn wraps his arms around you, holding you close, “Sometimes when you aren’t here, I don’t use coasters.” You gasp, turning in his hold. He laughs as you begin gesticulating wildly, 

“Quinn, that is so bad for the wood!” You begin lecturing him, saying that his apartment is much too nice for moisture rings to be on his nice wooden coffee table. He buries his face in your neck, smothering his laughter so he can listen attentively to your voice.

[lovingjingyuan]

I just. Quinn’s little nose bump. It’d feel so good bumping against your clit. I’ll die. Kill me.

[lovingjingyuan]

Texting HSR Men about your new bra

Characters: Aventurine, Jing Yuan, Dr Ratio, Sunday, Boothill

Tags: A bit spicy

PT2: Dr Ratio, Sunday, Boothill

I wrote this in one night lol. I also been so outdated in hsr rn so i forgot how to write some characters.

A small stroll to Victoria Sercet in search for the perfect bra. It was rare to find a cute bra that suited your chest perfectly, so when your eyes landed on that stunnig fabric, you knew it was faith for you. A bra adorned with a tiny bow in the middle, a charming heart shape dangling from the bow, and elegant lace details. Without a second thought, you ignored the price tag, swiped the bra from the basket, and strided towards the checkout. Excitement bubbled within you at the thought of surprising your beloved with this new found piece!

Aventurine

At home, you eagerly grabbed your phone to share this exciting news with Aventurine, your heart racing at thought of his reactions to seething the declicate piece.

It wasn’t long before Aventurine appeared before you, carrying Victoria's Secret bags. Curiosity sparked as you wondered what he was up to. It was certainly an unexpected surprise.

“I got you something to match your new bra,” he said with a playful hum, setting down the bag on the nightstand before leaning in to give you a soft kiss. As he pulled away he nipped gently at your ears and whispered, “I can't wait for my personal fashion show. I’m very eager to see you try on the panties and bras I picked out for you. I know you’ll look stunning.”

Jing Yuan

At home, you eagerly grabbed your phone to share this exciting news with Jing Yuan, your heart racing at thought of his reactions to seething the declicate piece.

Your heart flutters as you set your phone down on the mattress. A rush of anticipation building inside of you. Jing Yuan had always been sweet and yet, yet the last two messages had a playful, almost mischievous tone to them. Knowing him, he could be sweet, gentle, sly, playful, and even serious, all in one breath.

It didn’t take long for Jing Yuan to appear in front of the bed, settling down beside you with ease.

“Did you put the bra on yet?” he murmured, slipping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in closer to his warmth.

“Not yet,” you replied.

He grinned, his gaze mischievous. “So that means I get to help you put it on.”

[lovingjingyuan]

A small stroll to Victoria Sercet in search for the perfect bra. It was rare to find a cute bra that suited your chest perfectly, so when your eyes landed on that stunnig fabric, you knew it was faith for you. A bra adorned with a tiny bow in the middle, a charming heart shape dangling from the bow, and elegant lace details. Without a second thought, you ignored the price tag, swiped the bra from the basket, and strided towards the checkout. Excitement bubbled within you at the thought of surprising your beloved with this new found piece!

Ratio

Your jaw dropped at his last message. K? Just K? The audacity of this man. Before you could send the wall of responses you'd been crafting, a soft cough caught your attention.

“Ahem… since it seems rather important, I assume you're going to wear it and show me right now.” Ratio’s voice was a little more hesitant than usual, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He’d never admit it outright, but he was clearly fascinated—and intrigued by the thought.

A smug smile curled on your lips. “But you said it wasn’t important. Looks like even the smartest man can be captivated by these things.”

“Only when it’s with an significant other,” Ratio replied, his tone smooth, though his eyes betrayed his intrigue. “Otherwise, your low intellect wouldn’t be worth my time.” With that, his hands gently lifted your shirt, a bold move that left no room for further argument.

Sunday

Your heart fluttered at his sweet messages, a warmth spreading through you. How you adored this man with every fiber of your being—it felt only right, considering how deeply he worshiped you in return. Sunday arrived at his usual time, bringing with it a comforting sense of familiarity.

“I missed you, my beloved angel,” he hummed, nuzzling his face gently against your neck. The soft flutter of the wings on his head tickled your skin. “That new bra would look absolutely stunning on you. I mean it.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the tender moment unfolding before you. You couldn’t help but gently play with his wings, a reminder of how much trust he had in you.

Boothill

You couldn’t help but smile at his cheeky, playful messages. Suddenly, with a burst of energy, Boothill stormed into the room. His movements were swift and purposeful, like an electric current racing through the air. You saw his sharp teeth glinting as he flashed a grin that was equal parts mischievous and endearing, his gaze locked on you as if he were already devouring you with his eyes.

"I’ve been rushing past the seven seas just to come and see ya, darling," he said with an exaggerated sigh, as though the weight of the world had been on his shoulders. His voice was rich, teasing, and undeniably smooth. He took a slow step forward, the air between you thickening with every inch closer he got. “And now,” he continued, his voice lowering to a near whisper, “it’s time to prove how sexy and cute you look, darling.”

[lovingjingyuan]

hey so @thefallennightmare planted jealous quinn in my head so that’s exactly what this is 🤷🏻‍♀️

gif made by @celbrini

this is quinn when he sees someone flirting with you when he absolutely has no right to be upset because you’re not his. you broke off the arrangement! you left him, but here he is, fuming over you giggling at fucking Boeser and whatever the fuck he’s saying to you. his fucking girl.

his feet move before his brain does and suddenly his hand is on your lower back and he’s excusing both of you from the conversation.

and suddenly you’re on your knees in front of him in the showers, and he’s rambling on about “you think i don’t want this? that i don’t want you? you were so fucking sure i wouldn’t drop anything for you. so fucking sure you aren’t mine. every day you walk into this arena, i expect you to wear my god damn name plastered on your back.”

[lovingjingyuan]

EXCUSE ME????

DEADASS?

LIKE QUINN DROPPED GLOVES???

okay so he didn’t technically drop the gloves

BUT

he went in for a second attack so i’m still all 🤭🤭🤭

[lovingjingyuan]

... i got a lot of things to say... some of them are: STOP TOUCHING QUINN. QUINN IS HOT. QUINN IS SERVING. No need to FIGHT HIM UGH.

THEY ARE INNOCENT

[lovingjingyuan]

plz feed us a little quinn blurb i need him so bad

mattias anon and i were talking about quinn's hand after seeing this pic of the injury the other day:

and i said "how is he meant to finger you in these conditions" and she replied "good thing he has a mouth!" so here is a munch!quinn thought :)

Quinn's eyes are dark as they stare up at you, cataloguing each contortion of your expression. His eyes seem to glint with pride each time his tongue draws a moan from you, alternating between your clit and your entrance.

He'll tease you one minute, then overwhelm you the next. He'll trace his tongue along the rim of your hole before dipping inside, licking into you as far as he can before pulling away. He'll circle his lips around your clit and suck harshly until you're writhing beneath him, latching onto the bundle of nerves the same way he does with your nipples.

Quinn has never been one to complain about having something in his mouth– not when that something is as pretty and as tasty and as vocal as you.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Quinn will ask knowingly, pulling away to give you a moment of reprieve before diving back in.

"Mhm," you hum, high in the back of your throat. You're so pent up from his tongue that yours feels too twisted to form words.

"So sweet," Quinn murmurs, licking a stripe up your cunt with the flat of his tongue. Then, he peppers kisses all over your inner thighs, finally returning to your core to toy with your clit. The tip of his tongue flicks over it rapidly, sending shockwaves through your system.

Quinn's gaze seems to dance with laughter when you arch off the bed and moan, hands flying to his hair and fisting the strands. His eyelids flutter when you pull at the mess of dark waves atop his head, the vibrations from his own moan traveling up your spine.

"Gonna come from just my mouth, baby?" Quinn asks. Sounding extra pitiful, he adds, "It's too bad I can't fuck you with my fingers. I know how you love being full." His face breaks into a smile, smug as he dives back in and prods at your hole. He nudges your clit with his nose, making sure to catch your reaction.

You don't bring up that his other hand works just fine, and he could use that instead, because you're caught up in the way your stomach coils. His tongue pushes past your entrance and pets your walls, and his nose bumps your clit again, and again, and again. Your hips are moving mindlessly, grinding against his face as you chase your orgasm, and Quinn simply looks up at you though his eyelashes. He never enjoys himself quite as much as he does when you use him to find your own climax.

ps! i have a few beaquinn ideas and quinn x reader ideas that i've been playing with in my mind, but i'm trying to finish stg10 at the moment. so those will come one day. i want to be better about posting more often!! i feel like i am not... but that's allowed. just keep letting me know what y'all want to read and i'll add it to the list :)

[lovingjingyuan]

from anon!

[lovingjingyuan]

having sex with aventurine as he fills u up and couldnt help but admire your bulging stomach.. ugh..

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. aventurine x female reader. smut, pwp. (unrealistic) tummy bulging. lots of cũm and creampiēs. reader gets called ‘baby / good girl’. not proof read !

“fuuuck, yeah— there we go, baby,” aventurine pants, the lopsided grin etched onto his lips as he watches you make those lewd expressions that have his balls tightening.

your drooling over yourself, looking a hot mess, but that’s exactly how the blond man likes having you beneath him. high-pitched moans fill the room—accompanied by the erotic squelch of your well-fucked hole.

��do you feel that, hm? gave ya so much cum. . .” aventurine sighs almost dreamily. his warm palm rubs your slightly swollen tummy, thumb rubbing circles around the lower skin. his eyes are filled with lust yet also with pure adoration.

aventurine kisses your lips once as his hips shallowly thrust into you, pelvis grinding lazily against your clit, “…’n you took it all like a good girl for me.”

there’s nothing that your lover likes more than visibly seeing the claim he made over you and your body.

your head is empty. the only thing you’re capable of thinking about is the copious amount of cum sloshing around in your tummy. load after load dumped right in your womb definitely has taken a toll on you. your puffy clit is throbbing due to the continuous stimulation.

you weakly look aventurine in the eyes. “..vasha,” your poor attempt at calling out his name makes the man let out a breathy chuckle.

“awwh— poor baby, guess i really broke you,” aventurine murmurs before pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. his cock slides out of your pussy with a faint, wet ‘pop’. it’s covered with your combined juices from tip to base. “i’m sorry,” he coos, but judging by the smug expression on his face, he’s anything but sorry.

you whine in response because that’s all you’re really capable of doing. you babble something incoherent between your sharp gasps, to which aventurine shakes his head. he lovingly rubs your cheek with his hand, the red tip of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit, “too full, you say?”

aventurine laughs softly and runs his hands up and down your sides. his lips leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your lightly bulging tummy. “no no, it’s never too full,” he comments lightheartedly. he knows you can handle more.

you could handle his cock rearranging your guts, bumping against your cervix painfully yet deliciously, the outline of his fat cock visible on the stretched skin of your abdomen. . . it’s never too much.

“bet i can stuff ‘nother big load inside this pretty little cunt,” aventurine continues, a slight tease to his tone, but he is absolutely serious. his dick twitches at the thought and his hips jerk forward to grind against your heated cunt in a needy manner.

your nails dig into his bare back, holding onto him for stability. your head is spinning and your vision is blurry as you nod without any thought. you moan, “mhhh, want it,”

that response sends a shiver down your lover’s spine. aventurine lets out a small whimper beneath his breath which he covers up with a strangled chuckle, “see?”

“greedy thing. . .” he adds in a sultry tone. the blond man bites his lip as he rubs the head of his twitching cock between your slit, latching onto your soaked entrance. his cum is still dribbling out of you in pearly globs, yet your cunt welcomes him in again.

aventurine shudders at the feeling, “fuck— she can’t get enough. but who am i to deny you, hm?”

your eyes roll back when you feel him sink into the depths of your cum stuffed pussy, stretching you obscenely wide. your heart rate picks up as you moan his name out loud once more.

aventurine coos at you and kisses your cheeks to help you get used to the stretch again. his hand instinctively lands on your filled tummy, fingertips tracing the way his cock is making the skin stretch one the outside as well.

that familiar smirks etches onto aventurine’s face as he realises that he’s about to absolutely wreck you, have you filled with both his cock and cum until you’re nearly passing out.

“hold onto me, sweetheart. i’m not lettin’ go until you’ve milked me completely dry, yeah?”

[lovingjingyuan]

ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ?

[1.1k] Pairing | Quinn Hughes x afab!reader Summary| what's a better way to fall asleep than hot sex. literally. Warnings | 18+ smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), making out, fingering, swearing, pet names (princess), tiny bit of degradation kink (slut), praise kink, I think that's all? Authors Note | need quinn in my neck <3333 I was shit tired when most of this was written but I am not sorry for thirsty as fuck quinner

If she weren’t already hot as it was, Quinn’s body wrapped around her just added a cherry on top. For a guy who almost fought Jack over having the big fan in his room (his argument being that Jack had it last summer when they all stayed at the lake house), Quinn didn’t seem to mind the heat when he pressed his chest into her back, one arm securely wrapped around her waist, hand on her breast while his other fell numb tucked under her head. 

Y/n’s eyelids struggled, yet not even the fan's hum could lull her to sleep while the bedroom sat at a horrible twenty-one degrees, skin sticky and her boyfriend’s breath flushing over her neck. At least he hadn’t started snoring, yet. Her mind awake, she fidgeted, hoping a new position would find a cool patch but instead, she pushed her ass back into Quinn, cock already wide awake and now poking at her prominently. Her breath hitched, fast asleep and horny, Captain Quinn’s always full of surprises. 

“Mmm,” he softly moaned into her shoulder, voice husky and muffled, “stop moving s’much.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” His hand palmed her tit, grinding his cock into her ass and placing lazy, wet kisses on her neck. Heat pooled in her stomach, eyes fluttering closed as he nipped at her neck. 

“S’kay, was already awake. Thought I woke you.” he slid his hand off her chest and under her shirt, flat palm soothing over her stomach, teasing the waistband of her panties.

“Just can’t sleep.” she twisted her body around slightly, enough so she could see his face retract from her neck and elbow prop himself up above her, noses ghosting. Even in the dark his eyes still bored into hers like she were the only woman on the planet, gaze flickering between her eyes and lips in some sort of carnal dilemma. 

“I can think of something that would help.” his voice just above a whisper, rumbling through his chest but still nothing but soft-spoken and dripping with honey, bucking his hips sharply into her. 

“Your family are literally asleep, I’m not having an awkward breakfast.”

“What? You can’t sleep and I’m horny, I think it’s a great idea,” his lips connected with hers, tongue taking no hesitation to enter her mouth and lap hers, moving with a sensual rhythm and drawing low moans from her throat, “Think you can be quiet, princess?”

“Yes,” she breathed, “m’gonna be quiet.” 

Quinn kissed her again, bruisingly, with gluttony for her taste. Remnants of peppermint toothpaste invaded his tastebuds as their saliva gathered at the corners of their mouths. The way he made out with her could’ve been enough foreplay in itself with the way his groans lured arousal out of her, drenching her panties and forcing her thighs to clamp for the slightest dose of friction. He pulled her legs apart, moving one to hook around his hip so his fingers could trace feathery circles over her clit, teasing and igniting the sparks to surge through her body.

“S’fucking wet,” he smirked, “and I’ve barely touched you. What a little slut you are.” He dove back in, rougher until they pulled away for air. 

“Slut for you, your little slut,” y/n’s breathing quickened, becoming shuddered when his finger pulled her panties to the side, sliding through her dewing folds and rubbing circles on her bundle. Quinn’s lips tugged into a smile, his shorts tight and while exhilarating pleasure erupted in watching her squirm and mewl, the pulsing in his cock kicked off some sort of cruel lust that devoured him. “Need you inside, please.”

“Because you asked so nicely,” his middle finger plunged in, her lips parting as if to make a noise. He loved feeling her squeeze around him, beg him for more and when she did he slipped his ring finger in, mesmerised with the stained mewls she made in an attempt to stay quiet. Quinn’s fingers curled inside her, his chest swelling at her head tilting back and her bucking to meet his pace. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“Faster, shit please, faster,” he listened, driving his fingers to stroke her walls, “so good, Quinn, feels so good.”

The throbbing was unbearable, his fingers getting more action than his dick and her whispy volume may as well have been tugging him off. Quinn’s mind fogged watching her chest heave and eyebrows knit, body squirming the faster his fingers fucked her until she was breathless. He’d just been dreaming about that moment, but fantasies can only get you so far, the real thing proved twice as euphoric.

He pulled them out, fast, “Fuck this.” He flipped her back onto her side, pulling his angry cock from his shorts and running the tip along her sensitive folds, squeezing his eyes closed at the electric sensation that finally hit his body. Burying his face into the crook of her neck, he delved inside her and was immediately welcomed into a tight embrace. “Feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Fuck me, Quinn, please.” With her back against his chest, her hand fisted her pillow, his hips thrusting at a voracious pace, melting into her with every whimper that matched his hips. She stuffed her face into her pillow to silence herself, tears pricking and wetting the case the more the knot in her stomach tightened and twisted. 

Despite instructing her to stay quiet, Quinn’s grunts would’ve given them away if his head weren’t in her hair. He’d never been this worked up before but living under the same roof as your family while spending every day watching his girlfriend prance around in short shorts and tiny bikinis and not having the freedom to fuck her senseless had that effect, he just wished they were absent so he could hear her scream his name like a mantra. 

“Gonna cum-” y/n mumbled, cutting herself off with a strangled whine feeling his movements become slower but harsher.

“With me, princess,” his pace became sloppy, rigid and desperate, “cum with me.”

The knot snapped, a muffled whine tearing through her as Quinn fucked her languidly through her orgasm, his thick ropes filling her, stuffing her full and leaking down her thighs while they lay there, catching their breaths and muttering ‘I love you’ endlessly. She licked her lips, taking deep breaths and letting her eyes drift shut, limbs exhausted and sleep finally ready to tuck her in. He smiled, kissing her cheek.

“You did so well. Don’t sleep jus’ yet, gotta clean you up.” 

“I’ll piss but only if you carry me.”

“Whatever you want, princess.”

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