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busy woman (m)

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: unprotected, p in v, (not my best work)

word count: 2.3k

summary: you’re considerably a busy woman, racing to be the best figure skater in town. no time for men, except one.

you sigh, legs sore and body aching. you’re out of breath, sitting in your locker room with sweat dripping down your face. you felt icky, aching for a shower. your legs would have given out on you if you continued any more than you already have. you’re looking for championship winner and you won’t settle for less this year. being a favored local figure skater carried stress on your shoulders, but you hated disappointment. you pushed yourself like no other.

when you finished showering and getting dressed, you grabbed your things and stuffed them in your bag. you sighed, checking your phone and noticing the notifications that sit patiently waiting for a reply. you hum to yourself.

as a grown woman, you knew you had needs. you considered his offer to come over, and figured it would be unethical to even reject. you smile to yourself as you reply back to the man’s messages, indicating that you’re on the way. it was late, but you knew he was awake waiting for you anyway.

you breathed in the cold air, wind blowing as you hopped into the uber. you were eager, unable to contain your excitement. it had felt like centuries since you last saw quinn. your legs ached, but you pushed it aside as you gave the uber a thanks and sizable tip. you trudged your way to his penthouse, licking your lips as you knocked on his door.

when he opens the door, he’s in a towel. just a towel.

you smile, pushing yourself in and connecting your lips to his. he smiles back into the kiss, hands gripping your waist with desperation. your hands are threaded through his wet hair, causing a soft groan to leave his throat. you love the way he sounds. you both hear the way your bag drops on the floor but pay no mind to it. there were more important things to attend.

you sigh as he pulls and tugs at your clothes, taking in the sight of you. “so beautiful.”

you smile, kissing him softly this time. he relishes the moment, melting into the palm of your hand. you tug at the only thing between the both of you; his towel. he groans when you grab a hold of his cock, slowly stroking him in the same way you’re kissing him.

he’s starting to become a desperate mess, his eyebrows furrowing as he pulls away from you. “bedroom.”

you follow his order, racing him there. he chuckles at the way you prance into the room. when he enters in after you, he can’t help but admire your beauty, sprawled all over his bed and waiting patiently just for him.

he makes quick work to get on top of you, kissing you again. “inside, quinn.”

“hm?” he pretends not to hear you.

you sigh as you pull away, looking him in the eyes, “i need you inside me, quinn.”

he sighs, a jagged breath almost knocking the wind out of him. he can’t stop himself from giving you exactly what you need, slowly sliding himself into your wet folds. he shudders at the feeling, noticing the way your nails dig into his shoulders and back.

he pauses, “so tight.”

you hum, nodding your head as he starts to move in and out. you could hear just how wet you were for him. no other man could get this type of reaction out of you, and he knew that. the boost of confidence he gains at the thought makes him move faster, hips thrusting at a desperate notion but also in rhythm.

he sighs at the way you tighten around him, “love this, so much.”

“me too,” you gasp when he hits a spot inside you.

it feels like heaven. the way his cock reaches deep inside you, hitting that spongy spot inside of you that causes moans to fall freely from your mouth. his name escapes your lips several times, making him twitch inside of you.

“you really know how to make a man cum quick, huh?” he groans in your ear.

you whine, trying to find a response but being unable to as he quickens his pace. it feels so good, your brain turning into fog. you couldn’t think straight even if you tried. the both of you were chasing release, moans filling the room.

when quinn hits that particular spot inside you a little harder than the rest of his thrusts, you let out a gasp as your pussy contracts around him. when he feels you cum around him, he can’t stop himself from following suit. he feels as if he’s on cloud nine, gasping for air as he rests his head on your shoulder.

“so good.” quinn murmurs.

you nod in agreement, smiling to yourself.

jumps, spins, ice being pierced below you.

this was where you belonged. you felt how cold it was, but the heat of your body made it easier. you always stayed past what your coach suggested, always getting a worried look in her eyes when she left for the evening. you couldn’t say you would want it any other way, though. this was truly your calling.

you move so elegantly, deciding to take a break from routine to just skate around. you can feel yourself sniffling, but your only response was to smile. you worked all your life to be where you are now, and you couldn’t see yourself elsewhere.

you slide against the ice with ease, stopping when you hear someone clear their throat. you look around for the source, eyes falling onto a beautiful and familiar pair.

“stalking now?” you tilt your head, skating to the edge of where he is. the ice rink wasn’t exceptionally huge, but it was somewhere you considered home.

quinn laughs to himself, shaking his head, “no, just admiring.”

“how long?” you question, hands gripping the outline of the rink.

he can only grin at you, “long enough.”

you hum, looking at him with suspicious eyes. he eyes you and licks his lips. you could feel the way he was effecting you down to the core. his eyes were slightly dilated, looking at you with a certain type of greed.

“what brings you here?” you tilt your head, shifting on your skates a bit.

he shrugs a bit, “wanted to see you.”

you can feel the twinge in your stomach at the confession. he was making this a lot harder than it had to be. you considered yourself busy, extremely hard working and never distracted. but when it came to quinn hughes, somehow you were a completely different person. it made you ache in almost a good way.

“hm,” you hum. you weren’t sure what to say to him. his very forward actions made your body react in a way you weren’t used to. you probably should have been though, considering you were only growing closer and closer to quinn.

you pause in silence before saying something, “if that’s all, i have practicing to do.”

quinn has a half smirk on his face, “don’t mind me.”

his nonchalant attitude made you scoff. “i like being alone.”

“oh?” he raises an eyebrow, “i don’t think that’s true, considering you were just in my bed.”

you scowl, “i wouldn’t let you just come around any time you like, you know.”

you were strict. quinn knew this. he knew how much you valued being a figure skater, just as much as he valued being a hockey player. that didn’t mean he didn’t have time for you, and vice versa. he just wanted you to see that you could make time outside of your perfectionist mindset.

quinn sighs, tucking his hands into his pockets, “i’m aware. doesn’t mean you can’t have fun, though.”

fun. right.

you felt a pinch in your chest at the word ‘fun’. you weren’t exactly sure why.

“right.” you snarl at him, and he furrows his eyebrows. did he say something wrong?

he must have, because next thing he knew, you were waving him off with no regard and continuing practice.

quinn decided it was best to give you your space as he walked out the rink. you skate around for a bit before realizing just how much quinn has drained out of you and leaving to change shortly after his departure.

you’re a busy woman. who was he to pop up like that and rattle your brain?

you sigh, sitting on your designated bench. your mind felt a bit more out of place than usual. you were so used to being focused and now quinn has made his spot in your mind. you huff out of frustration, hearing the way your phone buzzes in rhythm.

"you're getting clingy." you answer the phone as you hear a rough laugh, almost like he's out of breath.

"can't help it." you can hear the smile in his voice.

you hum, "like me that much, hughes?"

"yeah," he breathes over the phone. the confession makes your stomach flip, straightening in your seat.

"what?" your voice was barely above a whisper. the thought of quinn hughes developing feelings for you has your whole body tingling. his voice alone was like music to your ears, but his confession made it all the better.

"your confidence faltering, hm?" you can hear the smirk, cockiness dripping from his voice.

you sigh, letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "never. you know this."

and he did. quinn hughes knew you best, whether either one of you wanted to admit it or not. this 'relationship' has gone on for longer than it should have. you were just friends for years before finally kissing and giving in just about four months ago. you didn't expect so much to come out of this, but a lot did.

"thought so." he replies after a few moments. you can hear shuffling on the other end.

you shift in your spot on your bench, "i'll see you tonight, quinn."

quinn can't stop the way he licks his lips, "can't wait, love."

you squirm in your seat at the nickname. you say a quick goodbye with a warm body, your body reacting to quinn in ways you weren't always used to.

focus.

you sigh, collecting your things and heading straight to quinn's place.

there was something different.

something different in the way he was kissing you. something different in the way he was holding you. something different in the way he was speaking to you.

you huffed, pulling away from his soft kiss. his hands rested respectfully on your hips, rubbing circles with his thumb underneath your shirt. you felt shivers down your spine at the action. his eyes were blown out, but he looked at you with a smile.

you wanted to panic at the way he made you feel, but you knew there was no reason to. if quinn wanted your love, he would get all of it. he would just have to say the word and you were all his.

“you’re so beautiful.” quinn’s words had your body lighting on fire. you could feel the warmth within you.

“you’re so handsome.” your reserved walls were coming down, and quinn couldn’t have been more grateful.

his smile grew, “yeah?”

you roll your eyes, “don’t ruin it.”

quinn softly kisses you again, his touch gentle and full of care. it was nothing you had felt before from anyone. you felt safe and at ease with him. you were willing to give your all to him if he asked.

he pulls away, kissing along your jaw and whispering in your ear, “would never dream of it.”

you sigh, closing your eyes and leaning into his hold. he smiles to himself as he feels all tension fall from your shoulders. he could have you like this forever if you would allow him. he wasn’t sure where he stood with you, but there was no reason for him not to try.

you’re sensible. responsible.

but the second quinn hughes has his hands on you, all thoughts are thrown out the window.

this captain has you wrapped around his finger.

domestic.

you felt so.. domestic.

ever since that soft night with quinn, he has not disappointed you once. he shows up with flowers every now and then, spoiling you in kisses and cuddles. he never expected things to go further than that. it was making you confused, but you can’t say you were complaining.

until now.

you cross your arms, “if you want something with me, you better say it.”

quinn looks up from his phone from his couch as you waltz into the living room. he has a confused expression, “i- what?”

“i’m a busy woman,” you scoff, “i don’t have time to play games anymore. you either keep this casual, or you become serious with me.”

quinn wants to bite back a smile. it was proving hard because your pout was just so cute to him. quinn had never been more sure in his life before now.

“i want to take you seriously,” he starts, getting up from his couch to approach you, “i thought it was obvious?”

you roll your eyes, unwrapping your arms, “flowers and cuddles are appreciated, yes. but i need words, too.”

he loved how straightforward you were.

“yes, ma’am.” he leans down to kiss you softly, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck while his go around your waist. “i want you. not just sexually, but romantically. i need you to be my girlfriend.”

“that’s not asking,” you whisper in a teasing voice.

quinn pouts back, “will you be my girlfriend?”

you smile, “glad you finally asked.”

you pull his face into yours, kissing him with more force. he hums into the kiss, feeling the way your fingers tangle into his hair. he feels special to be the one you are choosing.

“don’t make me regret this,” you sigh between kisses, “you’re lucky.”

quinn nods in agreement, “i agree.” you chuckle as he kisses your cheek, “i will cherish you.”

“good.”

in the end, quinn kept his word. he never once disappointed you. he made sure to always make you feel special. and, as expected, he felt just as special.

months later and you both find yourself skating together. you try to teach him a few tricks, but he only makes a small fool of himself.

you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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gotta relearn how to write good

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u guys love my quinn hughes writings huh

couldn’t make it any harder (m) POLL

summary: pushing and shoving away, you really couldn’t make it any harder to love you. he swears it’s worth it in the end, but is it really?

* contains smut *

[43qh]

couldn’t make it any harder (m) POLL

summary: pushing and shoving away, you really couldn’t make it any harder to love you. he swears it’s worth it in the end, but is it really?

* contains smut *

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let me know who i should write for ‘couldn’t make it any harder’ !!

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song series

a/n: this series is based off songs i love ! i might add more, so keep an eye out :) once the fic is released, you will see the title underlined with the link!

busy woman (m)

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut

summary: you’re considerably a busy woman, racing to be the best figure skater in town. no time for men, except one.

couldn’t make it any harder (m)

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

summary: pushing and shoving away, you really couldn’t make it any harder to love you. he swears it’s worth it in the end, but is it really?

bad reviews (m)

unknown x fem!reader

genre: angst, smut

summary: rumors were inevitable. yet, you still chose to love him, despite it all.

we hug now (m)

unknown x fem!reader

genre: angst, smut

summary: you’re still stuck on the past, while he has moved on.

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Giiirl thank you for the fic!!!

thank you for reading !!

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considering making a series based on sabrina’s new songs

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i hope my fic was worth my hiatus. i’m so sorry for the wait, thank you for your patience 😽

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is this forever? (m)

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: unprotected sex, soft and sweet!

word count: 2.4k

summary: love is so many different things.

love is a consumption.

you’re convinced it consumes you more than anything else. when you look at quinn, there’s nothing left in your body but love for him. when he has those distressed eyes, you make sure to clear them up. the crinkle in his forehead disappears around you.

when it came to offseason, quinn couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off of you. he was victim to the way you felt in his arms. he considered nothing more perfect.

with you below him, undressed, all for his taking. he couldn’t contain himself. your moans were a calling for him to keep going. each thrust making him sweat a little bit more. buried deep inside you like he was made for you. like you were made for him.

he whispers softly in your ear, “feels so much better than my hand.” he huffs when you clench around him. he wants to savor this moment. “you’re so tight, so warm.”

the sounds you make is music to his ears. it sounds like love to him. quinn was a love maker, you knew that all too well. there were times when he got a bit rough, no complaining on your end. but he was made for this kind of intimacy.

quinn was a lover.

quinn was your lover.

his thrusts were slow, deep. his breaths were uneven at the feeling of you wrapped around him. you could hear the occasional groan and whimper come from him when you clawed at his back a little harder, or when you wrapped your legs around his back to pull him closer. he can’t stop from falling to his elbows at the sensation, falling weak to you.

he groans in your ear, listening to your moans like they’re prayers. “close?” he was out of breath, unable to form a full sentence.

you nod, sweat collecting at the brim of your forehead, “yes, yes, quinn.”

quinn can’t stop his hips from picking up pace at the declaration. he lives for the way you moan his name, the tightening in his chest driving him crazy.

when you cum around his cock, it feels like a chain reaction. he can’t stop the way he cums with you, the way he fills you up to the brim with belated breaths.

the air felt hot and heavy as the both of you calm down, hearts beating in sync like the two of you were one person.

“i love you.” he looks over at you, tilting his head and kissing your cheek.

you hum, “i love you, quinn.”

he kisses your shoulder, “let’s clean up.”

love is time consuming.

not in a bad way.

your thoughts sway back and forth to quinn in everything you do. you make coffee, and the way he likes his coffee comes forth. when he’s gone, you think of how warm he feels laying next to you. you iron his clothes and think about how he looks inside them.

when you hear your phone ring, you know it’s quinn. no one else calls you so consistently the way he does.

“beautiful,” he greets, his voice a little rugged.

“handsome,” you greet back, a smile on your face. you clutch your phone a little tighter in anticipation as he continues on about his day and what he had accomplished. it was routinely when he wasn’t home. it was enough for you.

you could see the furrow in his brows in your mind. the way his lips looked when he talked. the way he would lick them in between sentences. the way he would try to stretch his back.

maybe you knew his habits all too well.

“i can’t wait to come home.” he huffs, and you hear him laying back on a bed.

you sit on the living room couch of your shared house, “i can’t wait either.”

you knew quinn was smiling, “i love you, gorgeous.” his voice grew softer.

you closed your eyes and just listened, “i love you too, quinny.”

he grunts at the nickname, but says nothing about it. there’s a long pause between the two of you. as if you were both just enjoying the company of one another, even if it was over the phone.

you open your eyes and look at the time, realizing just how late it must be for him. “you should sleep.”

quinn huffs, “miss you.”

you smile and bite your lip, “i miss you, too. but i’ll be here tomorrow.”

quinn can’t stop the smile that droops on his sleepy features, “promise?”

“promise.”

“goodnight then, angel.” he yawns.

you smile again, “goodnight, quinn.”

the hang up feels dreadful, but your mind is consumed with the way he talked to you for the rest of the night.

his voice, the way you imagined him sprawled on the bed, his soft words.

quinn will always be on your mind. time and time again.

love is beautiful.

quinn wasn’t the type for slow dancing. but when it was just the two of you, dancing alone to the faint sound of a love song, he couldn’t help the way his heart swelled from the feeling of you in his arms.

love songs reminded him of you. you looked so graceful, a small smile playing on your face as you look at him. he feels the way your hands clasp tighter around his neck, and he smiles back.

his hands rest lovingly along your waist, swaying the two of you back and forth and around the room. quinn wouldn’t do this for anyone else. you had him in your grip tighter than you thought.

“you’re a good dancer,” you state, tilting your head in curiosity.

he loves the way your eyes shine under the faint light of the lamp in the room, “you’re better.”

quinn spins you around before pulling you flush against him. your chest pressed against his, breaths labored as he stops for a second to admire you.

you’re both in pajamas, and you want to think about how ridiculous this must look, but you honestly didn’t care. the way quinn was looking at you felt like you were the most beautiful woman on earth. and he believed that.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, starting to sway again, but never loosening his hold on you.

you lick your lips, eyes curious and wide, “so are you.”

quinn grins at the side of his mouth, noticing how nervous you were from the close contact. he loved how he could still bring out these kinds of reactions from you, even after being together for almost two years. he would be lying to himself if you didn’t make him react the same way. he can feel the shivers down his spine when you run your fingers through his hair in a soft, loving way.

quinn can’t stop himself from kissing you. his lips move in a languid way that makes your skin light up in a blaze. you almost feel hot, his fingers grasping at your waist with more fervor.

he loves the way you moan in his mouth, the sound vibrating through his body and making him deepen the kiss. he couldn’t resist you even if he tried.

at this point, the dancing has come to a full halt. the two of you more focused on feeling one another. you tug on his hair a bit, making him groan and pull away with wet lips.

“couldn’t resist you,” he gasps, looking at you with a goofy smile.

you giggle softly, and quinn can feel the way his heart picks up at the sound, “i couldn’t either.”

quinn could live this way forever.

love is patience.

quinn huffs as he slowly slides inside of you. and you lick your lips, looking up at him with a gorgeous glint in your eyes. it would be so romantic if only he didn’t want to completely ruin you. make a mess of your makeup.

you look at him with deer eyes, bright and wide. he lets out a small groan, eyes turning lidded at the sight of you as he bottoms out inside you. he patiently waits for you to adjust, basking in your glory. watching the way sweat starts to form on your forehead. he smiles to himself at the way he can get you so worked up with such little effort. you were truly made for him.

“tell me to move,” he says it in more of a question than a statement. you nod your head, signaling for him to move. he can’t help himself from pulling back to where only the tip of his cock sits inside you, before slamming back into you. the gasp that leaves your lips is worth it.

he sighs, leaning down to press his lips against your shoulder, earning a whine as a prize. he can hear you perfectly in this angle. your moans and gasps going straight into his ear. he closes his eyes in a flurry of bliss. the way you tighten around him as he slowly rocks his hips against your own makes him go almost mad.

he can’t stop the way his hips pick up in pace. he wants to make this last, he wants to listen to you beg for more. his prayers are answered as you whine, “quinn, please, more.” your breaths are shaky and sharp.

quinn licks his own lips, smirking to himself. “wanna make this last, baby.”

you writhe below him, making him groan as he feels the way you tighten up and take him in more. he places a hand on your hip, pushing you back down and tsking at you.

“where’s my good girl, huh?” quinn chastises, making your whines louder and louder. he soaks it in, before finally giving you what you want. he figures you’ve been patient enough. plus he was starting to lose his own patience.

he thrusts into you with feverish pace, making goosebumps form on your skin. “oh, god.”

he smiles, leaning back to look down at you and the way your eyes roll into the back of your head like you’ve seen god. he loves the way you gasp his name, telling him how good he feels. his cock twitches when you tighten up around him even more. his pace is turning brutal and he can no longer help himself.

“atta girl,” he whispers, “take it like a good girl.”

that was your undoing. you couldn’t help it. his voice was a mixture of loving and raspy. it made your inside tingle and your pussy clench around him. your back rises up to his chest as he finishes alongside you, his cum seeping inside you. you gasp one last time, out of breath.

“fuck,” quinn groans.

you smile, hands grabbing his shoulders and pulling him down for a kiss. “so good.”

quinn smiles in the kiss.

the patience is always worth it.

love is forgiving.

“i told you, quinn. it’s okay.” you look at him with soft eyes. quinn pouts at you.

“you said you wanted to go out to dinner tonight.” he sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed.

you shake your head with a smile on your lips, “no, no. i just want to be with you.”

you and quinn had reservations but an emergency came along and he didn’t make it home in time. he was so frustrated with himself, he felt a heavy weight in his chest. that was until you came along and eased his worries.

“i promise, quinn. there are so many more dinners left in our lifetime.” you sit beside him and kiss his cheek. he looks at you with apologetic eyes before kissing you slowly and softly on the lips.

“i don’t deserve you.” he whispers against your lips before kissing you again, raising a hand to your face to pull you closer.

you smile and pull away, looking into his eyes with a sparkle, “other way around, my love.”

he shakes his head, his hair shaking with him. “hush.”

he kisses your lips again, apologies lying within them.

he could never understand how accepting and loving you always were. and little did he know, you thought the same way he did.

love is forever.

quinn rubs his sweaty hands on his pants. he feels the heavy weight of the ring in his pocket. he’s waiting for you to come home. he doesn’t want to waste time the second you walk through the door, but he knows it’s best to wait for good things to come along.

he smiles and kisses you, embracing you in a hug. you exchange the hug, hanging your purse beforehand. you smile at him, nothing out of the ordinary for you.

you look into his eyes and see the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. he looks and sees the same.

you look around and notice that dinner is already prepared for the two of you. you raise and eyebrow, “hm? dinner?”

quinn nods, licking his lips in anticipation, “yeah, thought i’d spoil you.”

you smile and kiss his cheek, “thank you, sweetie.”

he bites back a smile, but you can see it nonetheless. you walk to the table, looking at the array of food. “wow, this must have taken-”

you’re cut off when you turn around to a quinn hughes with one knee on the floor. you gasp, hand raising to your mouth. it felt like something out of a movie. your eyes were welling up with tears.

“my sweet, gorgeous girlfriend,” he starts, “this might sound so cliché, but the moment my eyes laid on your own, i knew you were going to be the one for me. i adored you the second we spoke, and fell in love the first time we kissed. i have many flaws. and i want to be able to share my future with you for the rest of our lives.” he opens the ring box, “will you marry me? make me the happiest man to ever live?”

you just nod, holding out your ring finger as you cry happy tears. you want to respond to everything he has said, but the most you can do is raise him to his feet as fast as possible and kiss him. the ring looks absolutely beautiful on you, shining under the light of the dining room lights.

“yes,” you whisper between kisses, “of course yes, quinn.”

quinn is the luckiest man alive.

quinn is ready for forever. and so are you.

a/n: so sorry for the long wait. and i’m sorry if it doesn’t live up to the anticipation. love you!

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Heyyy, I missed this blog sm. I hope you’re well and good, especially as the year closes out

i miss this blog too :( i hope you’re well and good too ! ❤️🫂

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Hey!

I have post notifications on for you and I squealed when I saw you posted!! I am sorry to hear that a lot of things are going on :( I hope things turn around and you feel better- know you are loved and missed!

POST NOTIFS??? ur the sweetest lemme hug u 🫂 i’m gonna get back into writing soon! i promise! lol i just had nose surgery right after a more serious surgery. i miss this blog sooo much ! you are loved and missed too 😽❤️

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hi

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Hi! Just wanted to reach out and make sure you’re ok:) dont forget to take good care of yourself my love 🎀 miss you

honestly, things just got worse lol. my grandma passed just a couple weeks ago and i got surgery too. so i’m grieving all over again and i’m recovering. thank you for the check in. i’m sorry for the disappearance, hope everyone understands. miss you too 💐

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so idk how long this break is actually going to be

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may not be on for a couple months?

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ur my absolute # 1 omg ur messages mean the WORLD to me mwah mwah mwah 😽🤍🤍🤍

vortex (m)

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: angst, smut, fluff

warnings: unprotected sex, blood mention, sad ending

word count: 2.5k

summary: “some day, you’ll come back, and i’ll say no.”

slow dancing.

you’re in his arms, the song swaying the both of you into a melody of love. one of your hands on his shoulder, the other in his own hand. his other hand around your waist, tugging you as close as possible as the two of you tangle in a mess of lyrics and kisses being the stop to your feet.

quinn was a romantic. it was something a lot of people didn’t have the pleasure of seeing. you were the lucky chosen one to be dancing with him like this. so close and near. a small smile playing on his lips as he tries to memorize the way your lips curl in a smile that takes his breath away.

it wasn’t always so easy, though.

if you weren’t tangled with quinn, you were arguing with quinn. you couldn’t stop coming back to him though when he would display a pair of puppy eyes that made you drop your defense.

you wondered if quinn ever had a weakness for you the same way you had for him.

when dancing was all said and done, he spins you around one last time before capturing you in a kiss. the kiss was hungry, leading to more. and you were falling prey to his demands as he lays you down and undresses the both of you.

despite the hurried and rushed removal of clothing, quinn takes his time. getting to know every inch of you, just like you deserve. he kisses your neck, leaves a little mark behind when you whimper.

when quinn eases into you, your senses are hightened. you can feel a tingle in your hands and feet as he rolls into you. gasping for air and clutching onto his biceps. he enjoys the way your nails dig into his skin. he enjoys the way you clench around him when he finally bottoms out. he enjoys the whines you let out. he could be with you forever.

“quinn..” your voice cracks between the tension, and he swears he could fall apart any second now.

“i’ve got you, my love.” it’s so endearing. he’s so endearing. he holds you close by your hips and thrusts into with care. it’s so soft, making you believe that he does love you. “so tight, just for me.”

you wrap your legs around him, feeling like you’re floating on a cloud as he speeds up his pace. his cock rubs your spot so sweetly, like he was made for you.

you wanted him to be made for you.

“such a good girl for me,” quinn is out of breath, sweat sheening across his skin. he looks like a dream.

you can feel yourself coming undone already just at the sight of him alone, at the soft grunts he lets out, at the small bites he leaves on your shoulder to muffle any more sounds he lets out. “gonna cum.”

“cum for me, sweetheart.”

quinn hughes was your undoing. as you fall apart around him, tensing up and shaking in his arms, you feel the flood of warmth you always do. your chest feels warm and complete as you feel him finish inside you. you feel taken care of when he washes you clean in the shower. you feel loved.

quinn hughes made it easy to love him.

but he also made it easy to hate him.

quinn was nonchalant. never daring to put a label on the both of you. you’ve argued your case to him, and he has argued his. the conversation never goes anywhere, and you always end up right back in his arms either way.

you always come back.

and the worst part is, he knows. he knows you’ll come back. he knows you’ll argue again, he knows you’ll fuck again, he knows he’ll romance you again, and he knows you’ll continue coming back.

it wasn’t hard to tell that you loved quinn.

you were even sure quinn knew.

“you have to let me come over,” quinn’s voice was shaking on the other line of the phone.

you bite your bottom lip, debating if it was a good idea. of course it wasn’t, but you agree anyway. and when quinn enters your apartment, he looks more disheveled than ever. his hair is a mess, his beard growing, his eyes more tired than usual.

quinn doesn’t ask anything of you, and you feel the nerves rise up in your stomach all over again.

he places himself on your couch, leaning against it as a sigh leaves his mouth. you make your way to the couch, eyeing him with an attentive look. silence fills the room, and you simply wait patiently for him to speak.

“we’re so awful together,” he speaks finally, looking at you with stoic eyes, “but we’re awful apart.”

you nod, “i know.”

“so why do we keep this going?” quinn looks frustrated, eyebrows furrowed.

“because we’re awful apart.”

quinn sighs, “your touch fuels me. it’s like i need it to breathe. and i hate it.”

“then stop touching me.” you snap.

“i can’t,” he shakes his head, “i need you.”

“you need my attention.” you state.

quinn pauses, looking away in shame, “i don’t want it to be like that, you know.”

you feel a lump in your throat, “get out.”

quinn is shocked at how sure of yourself you are, but he obliges to your wishes that night. he makes no fight. he knows you’ll be back.

and you hated that he was right.

“you look beautiful.” quinn’s words spike right through you. you feel a tightening in your chest at the way he looks at you. those puppy eyes, so forgivable.

you sigh, “you look handsome.”

quinn’s grin makes it all worth it to you. the pain you feel in your chest is all worth it to you if it means you’re the reason quinn smiles.

“why’re you by yourself?” quinn asks, looking around the bar as he sees his friends playing pool.

“i didn’t have any company to call.” you shrug, taking a sip of what you’re drinking. you feel the burn of alcohol scratch your throat.

“you could’ve called me.” he leans against the bar, raising an eyebrow.

you shake your head, “i really need to stop calling you.”

quinn laughs, “i don’t think you call enough, actually.”

you admire the way his smile reaches his eyes. he really was gorgeous. his looks weren’t the only reason you fell so hard for him, though. he was caring when he needed to be. when he wanted to be. he was soft and sweet. he was everything you wanted.

but he couldn’t be everything you needed.

“you’re right. normally you just show up unannounced to my place,” you quip.

quinn’s mouth goes dry a bit, looking at you with confused eyes, “i text first.”

“you’re normally already on the way.” another sip of your drink, and you notice the way quinn’s eyes follow your lips to the glass, “i don’t think you came over here for small talk, quinn.”

quinn scoffs, “what? we can’t at least act like friends?”

you feel a bitter taste on your tongue at his words, “no, we can’t. because friends don’t fuck like we do.” you place your glass down and turn your body to fully face him, “friends don’t kiss like we do. friends don’t know each other the way we know each other. friends don’t do what we do.”

quinn falls quiet. he’s speechless, your outbursts aren’t abnormal. but this one felt a little more personal than the rest.

you lick your lips, “we’re not friends.”

you walk out the bar that night with tears in your eyes.

why did you have to love him?

why did it have to be quinn?

the nerve of quinn hughes.

quinn stands in your doorway, eyes drooping low, a cut on his cheek that’s starting to bleed again. quinn decided to show up at your door like you’re two main love interests in a movie and you’re supposed to fix him up.

“you should get that checked out.” you say, trying to stand your ground. he makes it hard though when he nods softly, eyes turning away from your gaze like you just kicked him.

“i did,” he starts, letting out a soft breath, “thought i might need a second opinion, though.”

you want to scoff and shut your door. tell him to fuck off. tell him you’re not his doctor. but the gaze in his eyes make you weak, and the scruff of his voice makes you feel small all over again. you’re victim to his weakness.

so, you step aside. and you hear the sigh of relief quinn let’s out when he steps foot inside. he takes off his shoes like a gentleman before looking back at you.

you take his hand softly, leading him to your bathroom. he follows quietly, no remarks or words are said the whole way there. even if it wasn’t a huge walk to your bathroom, it was the most quiet the two of you have ever been in one room together.

he leans against the counter of your sink as you gather supplies to clean the wound. “this is gonna sting.” you warn.

quinn just nods, looking at you with soft eyes. there’s a glow in his eyes when he looks at you, and you just wished things were different.

you place the gauze on his cheek that has alcohol on it, and he hisses. you see the way he scrunches his face in displeasure, and it makes you want to jump away at his reaction.

“told you,” you whisper.

quinn’s face relaxes and he can’t help the chuckle that falls from his lips. quinn found you so irresistably charming. quinn would do anything for you, in all reality. he was just so scared of committing to you, and you have your heart broken in the worst way possible. quinn was a hockey player. someone who travels quite frequently. he wouldn’t have enough time for you, and that hurt him more than the situation the two of you were in right now. he considered this safe.

when you finish cleaning his cheek and throwing away the gauze, he grabs your waist and pulls you in. you want to pull away, tell him that he’s all fixed up. that he doesn’t need your services anymore.

but you couldn’t.

he gazes at you, “you’re so beautiful up close.”

he doesn’t give you a chance to respond before he’s kissing you. and it’s nothing like all the other kisses. it’s softer, more meaningful. something that makes you want to drown in it.

and it’s so wrong.

this wasn’t who you and quinn were, or could ever be.

the kiss is short lived when you finally push him away, despite the ache in your heart when you do.

“goodbye, quinn.”

the words ring in his ears, and he doesn’t want to believe they’re true. but they are. and you’re close to breaking if he doesn’t leave the room that very minute.

luckily, he does.

and when you hear your front door shut, you lean against your sink where he once was minutes ago. your lips tingle, but your chest hurts. your hands are sweaty, but you feel a lump in your throat.

this wasn’t any good for you.

quinn wasn’t any good for you.

you don’t know whether you should be furious or if you should fall to the ground crying.

quinn was kissing someone else.

someone that wasn’t you.

you had no claim on him. quinn had no claim on you.

you stand there in the hallway leading to his apartment, watching as he continues to suck face with another woman. when he finally pulls away, his face floods white when he catches eye with you.

“holy shit-”

you turn on your heel and walk away.

you can hear quinn trying to run after you. you feel tears pricking your eyes as you stop in front of the elevator, pressing the button more times than necessary. everything feels like it’s running in slow motion. like you’re slowly losing grip with reality.

your heart has dropped to your stomach when you feel a hand reach out for you. you feel your head spin when you snatch your arm out of reach.

“you’re not mine, damn it!” you scream, you sound mad. you sound crazy. “this shouldn’t hurt!” tears are falling as you hear the elevator make its way up to the floor you’re on. “this isn’t even real. we’re not real. but you made it feel real. the kisses, the dancing, the compliments, the hand holding. it confuses me, damn it!.” you’re hysterical as the elevator finally dings and opens.

quinn is left speechless, letting you scream at him. his heart is pounding in his chest. he never thought the guilt would hurt worse than anything he has ever felt. he never thought kissing someone else would feel so wrong.

you walk into the elevator, and the expression on your face as you press the button to the bottom floor makes his heart stop. you’re so broken. he broke you.

and, fuck, does it hurt.

“goodbye, quinn.”

your tone was different from last time you said it. this time he could hear the meaning behind it, like this was finally it. this was the last time he’d ever hear from you.

and his suspicions were right.

you blocked his number, didn’t answer the door for him anymore, even avoided all the places he normally would go.

you were finally saying no.

you were finally letting go.

time passes and the ache doesn’t stop. your tears fall on your pillow every time you hear a knock on your door. your hands clutch your sheets as you hear his voice through the door, pleading with you and begging you to listen to him.

you couldn’t do it anymore, though.

you couldn’t listen to him and his excuses anymore.

when quinn gave up, the weight of the world somehow felt heavier. you were so used to going back. so used to having quinn there, even if it wasn’t in the healthiest way.

quinn was routine for you. and now you had to break through that routine.

months go by. and when you see quinn again for the first time in six months, you give him a small smile of pity. you had heard a knock on your door, not expecting it to be him. quinn looked a little more put together than when the two of you would ‘hang out’. it may have only been six months, but a lot had changed. especially for you.

“i’m sorry.” he couldn’t help himself.

you just smile at him, nodding, “i appreciate the apology.”

quinn shifts on his feet, “can i come in?”

you let out a breath. maybe you were waiting for this kind of closure the whole six months you spent without him, you weren’t sure. but the ache no longer sat with you as you stared at him. the pain no longer made home inside your heart at the idea of him. you refused to let those things back in.

“no.”

you were saying no.

quinn came back, and you finally said no.

those were the last words you ever spoke to quinn hughes.