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[homestylehughes]

I SAID WHAT I SAID. BROCK HATTY. OVERTIME. WTF. HELLO.

guys. game 4 is going to make me lose my mind. i can feel it.

[homestylehughes]

oh my god. THIS IS SOOOO GOOD. GO READ THIS NOW.

WEAR THE HAT (RIDE THE COWBOY) — quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary:in which, Quinn Hughes thinks you should save a horse! (…and ride a cowboy)

note: oh this is a longggg one! Also confident + cowboy quinn is superior >

warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, sexual content, p in v, nicknames like pretty girl, baby and sweetheart, use of y/n, pining galore, enemies to lovers realness, Quinn with a dirty mouth that loves to praise you.

word count: 4.3k

You very much, very disliked Quinn Hughes. You always had and you could pinpoint the exact moment where it all began.

You had moved next door to the Hughes family when you were eleven. You’d cried the entire journey, sad to leave your old friends and old house. This misery stayed with you, even as you spotted three kids playing in the street, and even when you’d spotted your new home.

You’d hurriedly dried your eyes as your Mom had parked the car, desperately trying to hide your sadness. You’d plastered a smile across your face, but as soon as you’d stepped out of the car, you found yourself tumbling backwards onto the gravel, due to a plastic puck to the forehead, shot at you by none other than Quinn Hughes himself.

You’d carried a bump, a bruise and a pure dislike for the boy at that very moment.

His brothers on the other hand were great. Jack, who was only a year your junior, was one of your closest childhood friends, the two of you as thick as thieves when it came to neighbourhood shenanigans. And Luke as a child was obsessed with you. In his mind, you were his sister and he wanted to do everything by your side.

…but Quinn?

He never apologised for the rogue puck, nor had he made any attempt to be nice towards you or make conversation. In fact, every time you were in the same vicinity as him, he acted like your presence was the biggest inconvenience, ignoring you at every turn and fleeing whenever you showed up.

And so the silent feud persevered and the thorough dislike felt was an emotion well-shared.

You rid your head of all those thoughts as you climbed out of your car which you had parked just down the street from the Hughes’ lake house. It was Halloween at the Hughes’, despite it being the middle of July.

Halloween was always a big holiday in the Hughes’ household, so when the brothers couldn’t celebrate it together in October due to their demanding careers, Jack had come up with the clever idea to hold a costume party once a year in the midst of summer to give everyone a chance to let loose and have a bit of fun.

So here you were, in the middle of July, dressed in denim daisy dukes, a brown tank top and brown, leather cowboy boots. You’d thrown together your costume in a matter of minutes, hell-bent on borrowing the brown cowboy hat you regularly saw hanging on the coatrack in the Hughes home.

Your boots clattered against the pavement as you approached the lake house, the sound of music and people talking, singing and dancing seeped out into the night air of Michigan. You pushed open the door, being instantly greeted by a wave of heat and a faint smell of alcohol wafting through the air.

“y/n!”

You whipped your head towards the crowded living room where Luke had clambered over the couch, to reach you. You stumbled backwards as he threw his arms around you, your chuckles radiating as he rocked you side to side in joy.

“I thought you weren’t going to come,” he whined as he pulled away, finally letting you look at the costume he adorned.

“And pass up free drinks?…never,” you hummed, fixing his black robe. “Also, I’m loving the costume, Anakin.” Luke grinned and scratched his head as he glanced down at his costume bashfully.

“I love your…oh my god,” Luke trailed off as he read your tank top, his eyes widening and cheeks blazing as he slapped a hand over his mouth.

You beamed from ear to ear as you glanced down at your shirt which conveniently read “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.”

“I’m a cowgirl, Luke,” You laughed, “actually, where’s that cowboy hat I always see when I’m around here? And can I borrow it please?”

Luke’s look of shock and amusement remained laced across his features as he glanced around the party.

“What?” You asked in confusion, following his eyeline only to freeze where you stood. “No…god, no, Luke!”

“I think the hat’s already in use,” Luke spoke, lowering his lips to your ear so you could hear him as he shuffled to your side. “Bye!”

Luke laughed heartedly, patting you on the shoulder before he returned to his friends in the living room, leaving your eyes locked on the sight ahead of you as a scowl crept onto your face.

Standing right ahead of you, sipping a drink as he talked to friends was Quinn Hughes…dressed from head to toe as a cowboy.

Fuck. Your. Life.

This was great, this was just fantastic. You wanted to rip your hair out in frustration, especially when you saw how good he looked in it.

One thing you refused to ever mention, was that despite your deep-rooted dislike for him, the eldest Hughes brother had been one of your first crushes because let’s be honest, objectively, Quinn Hughes was a good-looking man. You’d have to be a fool not to notice it. Your childhood crush on him had faded, yet every once and a while, it poked its ugly head out and caused you to go into full lockdown mode.

And now, seeing him in denim jeans, a grey shirt that stretched around his thick biceps and the cowboy hat you’d intended to steal, the ugly head of your childhood crush flared up, screaming at you to act on your desires.

With a huff, you folded your arms over your chest and headed towards the kitchen to grab a drink to wash Quinn out of your mind.

Hours later and a few drinks in, you found yourself sitting on the couch, with your legs strewn across the cushions, a plastic cup in hand, and a mind buzzing with alcohol-induced courage. The party had escalated into chaos as the night wore on, with laughter, music, and questionable dance moves scattered around the home.

Despite your initial annoyance at Quinn's unexpected presence, you had managed to avoid any direct interaction with him throughout the evening, skilfully avoiding him. However, as the night continued, you couldn't help but find yourself stealing glances across the room at the eldest Hughes brother. He seemed relaxed, chatting effortlessly with his friends, his cowboy attire adding a rugged charm to his usual demeanour.

Lord, you needed to get a grip.

But each time your gaze lingered on him, a vicious and conflicting mix of irritation and attraction stirred within you.

On your latest trip to the kitchen, you had glanced backwards and the party’s noise dulled as Quinn's eyes met yours. Even from across the room, you could see his nostrils flare and his eyes flash with an emotion you couldn’t place. For a brief moment, the world completely stilled as the intensity of his gaze pierced through the crowd. You quickly averted your eyes, heart pounding in your chest, but the memory of his piercing stare lingered, igniting a flame within you.

You’d abandoned your mission of heading the the kitchen and had swiftly taken back up your residence on the house’s couch, lounging back into the cushions, feeling rather flustered from the minimal interaction.

"Hey, y/n!" Jack's voice boomed over the music, snapping you out of your thoughts. He plopped down on the couch beside you, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Having fun?"

"Yeah, it's been a blast," You nodded, offering him a lopsided smile as your head lolled toward him. He had chosen to be a football player for the evening, adorning a jersey and eye black smeared on his cheekbones.

Jack chuckled, nudging your shoulder playfully. "Glad you could make it,” he spoke up, raising his voice to be heard. “You know, Quinn's been asking about you."

"Really? Why?" You asked defensively, as your eyebrows shot up in surprise, a mixture of scepticism and intrigue swirling in your head.

"Who knows?” Jack shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “Maybe he wants to bury the hatchet or something."

"I highly doubt that."

But deep down, a small glimmer of hope flickered within you. Could it be possible Jack was telling the truth? The thought sent a strum of anticipation coursing through your veins and straight to your beating heart.

Before you could dwell further on the matter, Jack grabbed your hand, excitement evident in his eyes. "Come on, let's get a drink!" He urged, pulling you onto your feet as you allowed Jack to yank you towards the kitchen and straight past his older brother, whose eyes seemed to be locked on your figure.

–

You didn’t know how long it had been since the kitchen, but right now you were holed up in one of the bathrooms upstairs, staring at yourself in the mirror. You were at that wonderful stage of tipsy where the world was good and bright.

A sudden and loud bang on the door rattled its structure as you groaned and banged back.

“Occupied,” you practically sang, your eyes flitting from the mirror to the door.

“You can’t be up here, it’s off limits,” the deep voice called back sending butterflies cascading through your stomach. With a giggle, you opened the door and shook your head.

“Move on, Hughes,” You tutted, “you should never hurry a woman in a bathroom.”

Quinn’s eyes widened a fraction from where he was leaning against the door frame, expecting there to be someone hooking up or throwing up inside of the bathroom.

“This is still out of bounds,” he eventually sighed, his arms folding across his chest.

“Even for me,” you fluttered your eyelashes jokingly, biting your lip as you stared at Quinn’s unmoving figure.

“Especially for you.”

It was as if those words sent all of your insecurities tumbling down, each one of them being thrown in your face as your upbeat persona completely dropped. You suddenly felt rather sober, all of the adrenaline and fun seeping from your body.

“Fine,” you hissed, bumping his shoulder as you passed. You were going to head down to the party but you felt your body turn back to face him before you could. “Actually, no!”

“You have a real stick up your ass you know that, right? I tried to be civil with you but all I get back is whatever this…” you gestured to his disgruntled state. “–is. I’m done trying. It’s obvious you don’t like me, so quit staring and quit asking about me. We don’t have to be friends or even be civil anymore, we can just stop.”

You turned around towards the stairs with gritted teeth, before you spun around on your heel once more.

“Oh and for the record, you stole my intended hat,” you pettily huffed, slowly reaching up and taking the hat from Quinn’s head before pulling it onto your own. “I’m taking it back for the rest of the night.”

A sigh fell from Quinn’s lips as you fixed the hat on your head with a smirk, nodding to nothing as you looked up at the man once more.

“Now, I’m done,” you eventually hummed in satisfaction, walking back towards the stairs.

Before you could get any further, you felt Quinn's arm snake around your waist, pulling you back towards him, his chest meeting your spine. Opening your mouth the argue once more, you found yourself faltering, feeling his nose brush along the supple skin of your neck, the scruff of his beard leaving a wonderful tingling in its wake.

"Haven't heard you heard, pretty girl?" His voice rasped, his lips skimming the shell of your ear as your heart quickened. "You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy."

Your breath caught in your throat at his closeness, his cologne engulfing you as your heart fluttered in your chest.

“Quinn…” you struggled to say, your body pliant as he slowly turned you so you were chest to chest with him.

“Had to watch you all night walking around in those little shorts without a care in the world that everyone was watching you,” He continued, his hand reaching up to brush hair out of your face. “But you were watching me, hm? You always do, even when we were younger.”

Your mouth was slightly agape as you remained quiet, your eyes following Quinn’s that dropped to your lips briefly.

“Think I haven’t noticed it?” He spoke, his nose brushing gently against yours. “Oh, sweetheart, why don’t you ask me how I noticed.”

You couldn’t find the words to speak as you tried to process what was happening and why you liked being held like this by him.

“C’mon, don’t go all quiet on me now… go and ask.”

“How..?” your chest rose and fell unsteadily, warmth rushing around your body at you and Quinn’s close proximity. “How did you notice?”

You watched as his head lifted slightly, a soft chuckle breaking from his lips.

“Because I was watching you,” He stated, his voice an octave above a whisper as he locked his deep and softening eyes on yours. “I always watched you, starting from the moment I hit you with that damned puck.”

“You never apologised for that,” your stubborn remark mixed with the need that your voice trembled with.

“How was awkward, twelve-year-old me ever going to walk up to a pretty girl and try to explain himself?”

“You thought I was pretty?”

“I think you’re the most beautiful girl, I’ve ever seen.”

You ducked your head before Quinn tutted and lifted your head with a warming smile.

“You got me nervous,” he admitted, his voice soft in a way you’ve never heard before. “So when I hit you, I grabbed the puck and pretended it didn’t happen. It was only after that, did I realise what I had just done.”

Quinn sucked in a small breath as he continued, his thumb caressing over your cheekbone in soothing strokes.

“I tried to apologise to you so many times but you hated me too, you know? I’d already pissed you off, I didn’t want you to thoroughly hate me.”

His confession sliced at your heart but your body radiated in a desirous heat that ensnared all of your senses, as you leaned closer to his body, relishing the firmness of his chest and the way it rumbled when you’d stepped closer.

“I don’t think I could ever hate you, Quinn,” you whispered, your hands reaching up to hold onto his biceps.

“Can I kiss you?” Quinn’s hoarse voice murmured, causing your thighs to clench in anticipation. “Please?”

A primal desperation swept over you as you nodded and pulled Quinn down onto your lips. Your lips met in a clash, electricity humming around you as he swept his tongue along your lip.

For a first kiss with him, this was better than you had ever imagined.

The two of you remained locked, Quinn’s hold from where he cupped your cheeks, grounding you to the earth as you grasped at his arms to steady the sudden lightness that filled your body.

When the two of you withdrew to catch your breath, his forehead dropped to rest against yours as the two of you breathed one another in. The party downstairs was a distant memory as you surrounded yourself in Quinn and the moment that lingered in the air.

Another moment passed before the two of you jumped straight back into the kiss, the addictive excitement driving the two of you. Kissing Quinn was like driving fast with the windows down in summer; hot, freeing and thrilling.

Your hands tangled at the back of his neck as he held you tighter to his skin, one of his hands dropping to your lower back to press you against him.

A loud clatter from the stairs caused the both of you to pull apart, watching as two of Jack’s drunken friends almost face-planted. Quinn reached back out to you and dipped his head to whisper in your ear.

“Jump.”

Without another thought or complaint, you jumped into his awaiting arms, your legs locking around his waist as he carried you to his room, down the hall and out of sight from prying eyes. Quinn’s lips found yours in a feverish dance as he pushed his back against his door, to open it before he brought you inside and kicked it closed.

“Quinn,” you found yourself panting, your heart beating a mile a minute as the heat of your flesh became unbearable, the desire to have his hands all over you overwhelming your senses. “I want you.”

“You have me,” Quinn smirked, his head lowering to press kisses along the curve of your neck as he slowly sat on his bed.

Still entangled around him, your legs straddled his thighs as he pulled you close. His hands moved to your waist, holding you as he continued his tirade of kisses down your neck, pausing only to suckle on the sweet flesh casting a darkening bruise on your skin.

Soft moans of pleasure tumbled from your parted lips as your hips moved forward and back on his lap, desperate for any friction or satisfaction.

“Look at you squirming, you need it bad, hm?” Quinn teasingly murmured against your skin whilst you whined at his words, your hips rocking. “What do you say, pretty girl, want to ride a cowboy?”

His words caused a pure and animalistic craving to wrack through.

“Please,” you gasped out as he nipped your neck, brushing his tongue over the mark.

“I’ve got you,” Quinn whispered, tossing the hat from your head, his hands whipping your tank top over your head to leave you in only your bra. You felt a breath escape you at the sudden movement, your head dropping forward to look at him.

“Beautiful,” he commented with half-lidded eyes, lingering on your exposed flesh as one of his hands lifted to undo the back of the bra. The bra fell swiftly with your help, your arms tossing it somewhere into the darkness of Quinn’s room.

Quinn’s eyes darkened at the sight of your bare chest, his tongue running along his bottom lip as he admired you. You whimpered as he grasped your breast in his hand, kneading the supple flesh, eliciting a sharp moan from your lips.

“Never seen anything more perfect in my life,” he spoke, bowing his head to swirl his tongue over your nipple, his other hand pinching and kneading the other in a perfect contrast of pleasurable tension. Your hips ground down onto the growing bulge in his pants, relishing the raw material of his jeans against your shorts. He kissed across the valley of your breasts, capturing your other nipple in his mouth, showing it the same amount of attention as the other.

You were a stuttering mess, when he eventually withdrew, his eyes dark and careful as he slowly lifted you from his thighs and placed you on your shaky legs.

“Last chance, pretty girl,” Quinn breathed out, his fingers dancing along the waist of your shorts. “You sure you want this?”

Without breaking eye contact, you unbuttoned your shorts and let them fall to your ankles, stepping out of their constraints before you climbed back onto Quinn’s lap.

“I was promised a ride,” you simpered, your eyes ablaze as you bit down your lip. Your hands ran over his clothed chest, pulling the hem up, revealing Quinn’s sculpted body. He slowly sat up, allowing you to completely yank the grey shirt over his head.

In a sudden move, he gripped your hips and spun you, changing your positions so that you were pinned beneath Quinn, your chest palpitating as your eyes flared with a venereal need.

He stepped away from your body, slowly unbuttoning his jeans, as you moved to prop yourself onto your elbows.

With bated breath, you watched Quinn as he shed his clothes, your heart racing with anticipation. The air in the room felt charged with desire, every movement he made sending a jolt of electric excitement through your veins. As he discarded his jeans, revealing his toned physique, your eyes drank in the sight hungrily, a certain lust igniting within you.

Quinn's gaze never left yours, dark with intensity as he prowled towards you, his steps deliberate and purposeful. Your breath hitched as he knelt before you, his hands trailing up your thighs, sending shivers of anticipation cascading down your spine.

"So pretty," he murmured, his voice husky as his lips brushed against your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake whilst his hands pulled down your panties. His touch was electrifying, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across your skin. “Oh, baby, you are soaked, all this for me?”

You gulped as he let a grin crawl across his face, reaching behind him to place the panties in his drawer before he returned to you.

With trembling hands, you reached out to touch him, your fingers tracing the contours of his body, memorising every ridge and plane. The heat between you was palpable, a primal need driving you both towards each other with an irresistible force. You gently pulled him towards your face, unable to bear the tension any longer.

As Quinn's lips found yours in a searing kiss, you melted into him, surrendering to the fiery passion that consumed you both. You dragged him down on top of you, his body a heavy yet comfortable weight pressing against your bare body.

“Need to feel you,” you rasped, heat flushing across your body. “I want to feel you.” You rolled over, to be on top of him, your legs automatically pulled apart by his thick thighs. “Do you have?…have you?..condom, where?”

You found yourself babbling, finding it hard to focus on the words as your body cried in desperation. You watched as Quinn opened his fist revealing a silver, foil packet, which he’d grabbed from the drawer.

“Put it on for me?” Quinn asked cheekily, winking at you as you practically tugged the packet out of his hands.

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, earning a soft poke in the side from the man beneath you as you shifted your weight to manoeuvre Quinn’s underwear down. Your eyes locked on his whilst fingers gently dragged the material down, allowing his thickened cock to slap against his stomach. You suppressed a guttural groan at the sight.

You were practically salivating at the view, your eyes wide with wonder as you carefully reached out and stroked down his shaft, spreading his beads of pre-cum down his length, relishing the grumble that wracked through Quinn’s chest as he watched you with parted lips and a heated look.

Your teeth ripped open the wrapper of the condom, and you slowly rolled it onto Quinn's length, feeling the tension between you bubble over. With each movement, your heart raced faster, your body craving the feeling of him that awaited.

Quinn's breath hitched as your fingers traced over his skin, as you grinned down onto his thighs, hardly able to contain the vicious warmth pulsating through your veins.

With the condom securely in place, you straddled Quinn once again, feeling the heat of his body beneath you as you positioned yourself, ready to take what you both yearned for. His cock brushed over your dripping wetness as his hands found their way to your hips, guiding you gently as you lowered yourself onto him, the shaking sensation of fullness engulfing you both.

A low, guttural moan escaped Quinn's lips as you sank down, inch by inch. Your mouth parted in pleasure, your hands grasping at the flesh of Quinn’s abs for stability. The burning sensation of the stretch to accommodate his length, fuelled your desire as you gave yourself a second to adjust to his size.

“Oh my god,” you gasped out, slowly rocking against Quinn, sparks of pleasure bursting up your spine whilst you threw your head back.

“You take it so well, pretty girl,” Quinn huffed, his tight grip on your hips urging you up and down on his cock. His grip was an anchor, keeping your body grounded despite the ethereal pleasure you were experiencing.

Your walls tightened around the ridges of his length as it glided through your wetness. The room was filled with a cacophony of sounds, your pants of satisfaction mixing with Quinn’s carnal groans.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of passion and desire as you lost yourselves in the rhythm of the moment.

Quinn’s hand crept towards the epicentre of your pleasure, his thumb circling your bud as you ground down on him. You let out a strangled yelp as he thrust up to meet your movements, both of you chasing your orgasms.

Your nails dug into his flesh as you moved up and down with his guidance. Your pelvis meeting the the sparse hair on the base of his cock as he hit the spongey spot inside you that erupted in glorious pulses every time he brushed against it.

“I can feel you clenching me,” Quinn murmured, his thumb quickening against your clit as you approached the edge of ecstasy. “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?”

“Quinn,” you panted out, picking up your speed as you tethered on the dangerous edge of your climax.

“That’s right,” He urged, his thrusts up unwavering as you met them in pure need. “Let everyone know who’s making you come.”

Your thighs shook as the knotted tension in your stomach loosened as Quinn pulled you closer and closer to that glorious bliss.

“Y’look so good,” Quinn practically slurred, his eyes half-lidded as he watched you bounce. “You’re so close, pretty girl, c’mon, let go, I’ve got you.”

His words shot straight down your core as the tension in your stomach exploded, as your body shook in the purest of pleasure, loud moans escaping your parted lips as your orgasm washed over you.

Quinn pumped up into you, letting you ride through the bliss as he grew closer and closer to his own. His grip on your hips held you on him as you relentlessly clenched around his length.

With a final grunt and a chasing thrust, his grip tightened and he spilt into you, eliciting a whine from you at the mere feeling.

Your body felt boneless as Quinn pulled you down onto his chest, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close. Both of your chests rose and fell in sync, both completely blissed out whilst his hand entangled in your hair, holding your head toward the crook of his neck.

You moved your head carefully to press chaste kisses to his jaw, as he lightly chuckled and adjusted his hold on you.

“How was your ride, pretty girl?” Quinn mumbled, his head lolling to the side to meet your eyes.

“Perfect, 7/10,” you whispered with a soft smile, your fingers tracing his cheek.

“Only seven?” Quinn spluttered in shock, but before he could descend into a panic, you continued.

“Mhm…I think we need to go again,” you nodded very seriously, mischief glittering in your eyes. “You need to convince me, cowboy.”

“You’re a cheeky thing, aren’t you,” Quinn hummed, his hand twisting around your hair to gently pull your head back.

“You like it,” you smiled, brushing your lips across his.

“Damn right I do,” Quinn growled, “Now hop back on, baby, seems like I have some convincing to do.”

[homestylehughes]

also! as i’m watching this game, i’m realizing how longgggggg play off hockey is! it makes me anxious??? GUYS IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT😭😭😭

[homestylehughes]

guys. game 4 is going to make me lose my mind. i can feel it.

[homestylehughes]

me when you’ve done it again. my favorite jamie writer 🤭🤭.

could you write something where Jamie’s teammates chirp him for you having hickeys🫣🫣

vampire ✧.* jd9

pairings: jamie drysdale x fem!reader

summary: jamie's teammates bug him after an eventful evening with you.

warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT !!! oral (m. receiving)

a/n: this sucks IM SORRY. not proofread yet !!!

"sheesh drysdale, have some fun last night?" cam inquires mockingly as jamie takes off his compression shirt.

some of the guys thought cam's comment was funny enough to chime themselves.

"you dating a vampire dude?"

"does that not...i don't know...hurt?"

"someone got a little victory present, huh drysdale?"

"dude, you're never living this down."

jamie looks down at his chest and abdomen and turns red. the memories of last night come flooding back to him.

you push jamie onto the hotel bed and crawl towards where he's sat. he opens his legs wide enough for you to climb between them. one of your hands rests on his chest, while the other cups his square jaw. you pepper kisses all across his face and onto his lips. shortly, you move down his neck to your favorite part of jamie's body: his chest. jamie's hand snakes around your waist and slides down to your ass, giving it a few soft squeezes.

as much as you wanted jamie to scoop you up and slip you underneath him, it was his night. the flyers had just won an incredibly close game, and jamie had the overtime goal. it was his night.

giving your boyfriend your undivided attention, you start to suck on the tender skin of his pecs. he hisses when you sneakily bite the skin, but replaces that sound with quiet moans when you lick the sensitive spot.

you make a path of love marks trailing from his left pec to his right, winding from one side of his abs, to the other, and all the way down to his bulge. needless to say, this took a lot longer than you'd anticipated, but after seeing the end result you were quite pleased with your work.

jamie lays back between the pillows like an angel. his soft skin glistened from the thin sheet of sweat he'd earned from trying to remain calm as you nicked and sucked at his sensitive skin. he's left in his red plaid boxers that you'd recently gifted him.

"god, y/n. looks so sexy, but hurts like a bitch." jamie reaches to his side, swiping a finger across the raw skin and quickly pulls away.

"not done yet jam. was so proud of you tonight, want to show you just how proud i am. so lucky to be your girl."

jamie's head lulls farther back into the pillows at the sound of your voice and your words. you help him pull the boxers down, and his throbbing cock springs upright.

you do not hesitate to take it into your hand, giving it a few pumps before bringing it to your lips. to slightly tease jamie, you press your lips to the tip and kitty-lick it. you wrap your lips around the tip and swirl your tongue around it. jamie brings a leg up into a hinge and thrusts his groin towards your mouth, encouraging you to take his full length.

obeying your boyfriend, you press a kiss on his right thigh and slide his dick all the way into your mouth. you don't stop until you can feel the base of his cock on your lips. jamie whines as you take him. you begin to guide your mouth up and down his member, going at a steady pace.

you look through your eyelashes up towards jamie and he is in a state of pure ecstasy. his eyes are squeezed shut as one hand rests on the back of your head, the other over his mouth. he muffles his moans as best as possible to not concern the hotel neighbors.

"fuck angel, feels so good. so close y/n."

you quicken your pace and feel jamie's body begin to go limp. his knee falls and his hands both rise to grasp your hair. he's guiding your mouth as he rides out his orgasm. you take his warm cum letting it coat your throat.

jamie's catching his breath as you swallow his cum and get up from the bottom of the bed. you crawl up to jamie's chest and rest your head on it. he's still breathing quite heavily, and the layer of sweat only thickened while you pleasured him.

you run a hand through his sleek hair and plant a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you so much jamie", you blurt out.

"I love you so much more angel. thank you for tonight", jamie says as he runs his hand across your back, it is soothing.

"you made me so proud tonight babe, I love being yours." you look up at jamie and he gives you a wide, toothy smile--your favorite.

jamie places a kiss on the top of your head and looks down at his chest once more, "the guys are gonna chirp the fuck outta me tomorrow."

you laugh at his distress and innocently ask, "so...should i not do this again?"

he's quick to answer you, "absolutely not, it's worth it. but shit, cam is gonna never leave me alone."

"well at least you have a girlfriend." you roll your eyes at jamie; sometimes you're not sure if you're dating jamie or if cam is.

[homestylehughes]

the preds scoring with less than 2 minutes left is actually making my stomach hurt!

[homestylehughes]

oh. my. god. i need him.

pregame interview | canucks @ preds | Apr 26th 2024

[homestylehughes]

OH MY. I LOVE. THIS IS GOOD. I LOVE. YOU GUYS SHOULD GO READ THIS NOW!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

beanie on please ✧.*nh13

pairings: nico hischier x fem!reader

summary: you're entranced by how nico looks in his beanies, you want to try one on for yourself.

warnings: 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT !!! MINORS DNI. (unprotected p in v, captain kink, sexy nico)

a/n: not proofread yet!

if there’s one thing about nico, it’s that he’s gonna have a beanie on. something about the way the black beanies make his brown eyes look dark with lust and thrill.

you always mess with nico, trying to yank it off his head to place it on yours. the beanies are just something that’s been incorporated as a staple in nico’s wardrobe, and make him look wickedly sexy. almost too sexy.

a makeout session has commenced in your and nico's shared bed. the plush grey duvet being tossed carelessly to the bed's perimeter. nico sits upright, while you straddle his lap with legs spread across both thighs. his hands are tangled in your hair, as you stroke his chest.

the black kith beanie sits faultlessly atop his head, small pieces of hair sticking out either side. he looks so adorable, yet so alluring. nico's head sulks down to your neck and plants soft, wet kisses.

you take this as the perfect opportunity to free him of his beanie and place it on your head. you smile at nico innocently, while he looks rather annoyed that you've disrupted the makeout to put his hat on.

"y/n, why?" he asks puzzlingly.

you take the time to adjust the beanie to sit comfortably upon your head and sweetly kiss his cheek.

"just want you to fuck me in this beanie", you pause, "captain."

you draw out the "n" in captain, making nico's face drop and turn his confused stare into a tantalizing one. in one swift motion, nico's flipped you onto your back as he adjusts himself on top of you.

he's quick to unclasp the bra you'd been wearing leisurely around the apartment. he attaches his mouth to your nipple and uses a hand to toy with the other. you let out soft whimpers as he swirls his tongue around the soft peak.

"nico, need you now. please." you moan to him, hoping this is the one time he doesn't feel like making you beg.

"you're right schatzi, you deserve me, now." without warning, nico takes his two fingers directly to your pajama shorts and yanks them down your legs, leaving you bare.

"look so good in my beanie darling, captain's gonna make you feel good."

"yes, please", you whine to nico.

he scoots himself down to your waistline and plants kisses all the way down to your pussy. you mewl and arch your back when he bends your knees to spread your legs wide. nico leaves a trail of kisses and hickeys along your left thigh, making you begin to drip with wetness.

"do you want the captain to fuck you? need to hear you say it." nico slightly mumbles while occupied with your thighs.

"yes nico, god! please fuck me." you cry out to him.

unsatisfied with your response, he places a soft nibble on the soft skin of your thigh, "nico? i don't think i said anything about nico fucking you."

you scoff at his cockiness, it was annoying but so tempting.

"need to hear you say it schatzi", nico smirks up at you.

"captain please fuck me. please captain, need you so bad."

"whatever the captain's girl wants, she gets", nico begins to prop himself up and align himself with your sopping entrance.

he rubs his tip through your folds to feel your wetness, "fuck y/n, who's got you this wet, huh?"

you whimper as he slides his dick though your pussy, "you captain, you made me this wet. need you to fuck me captain, please."

nico makes a tsk noise and responds, "my girl, so desperate."

he begins to push his length into your cunt, slowly giving you time to adjust to him. feeling him bottom out, you begin to loudly moan into a pillow.

"no. want to hear you. need to hear you."

you obey nico and turn your head away from the pillow. his pace begins to quicken and his eyes travel to your tits bouncing from his sheer force.

nico feels so good, you've forgotten all about the beanie on your head. putting your hands up to mess with it nico shoots his eyes up to you.

"god schatzi, you look so good in my beanie. look so good with me inside of you. my girl. always taking me so good. such a good girl."

you start to feel everything. the sweat sticking to your head under the beanie, every small movement in nico's thrusts, the obnoxious bouncing of your boobs, and your rapid breathing.

"yes captain, such a good girl for you. gonna cum for you."

nico throws his head back the sheer pleasure and bliss he feels fucking you. the familiar swell in your stomach begins to build and you can hardly keep yourself composed.

"i'm cumming captain, cumming for you."

you let visceral moans and screams leave your throat as you both ride your highs, you feel nico's pace begin to falter as he lets out loud grunts.

"did i do good captain?"

he softly laughs at you while begins to pull out and lay next to you.

"don't ask questions you already know the answer to schatzi", nico places his hand on your abdomen and rests his head on your chest.

he reaches his hand up to his beanie you're wearing and fidgets with the hem. nico places a kiss on your lips and cups your jaw.

"how do you wear my own beanie better than me darling?"

rolling your eyes at nico, you pull the beanie over your eyes and cheeks to hide the shade of red his comment made appear.

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OMG I requested the Jamie stuff!! I had no idea I was the first!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ You’re so amazing!!!!

OMG!!! thank you so much for requesting!!!! i hope you enjoyed 🤭🤭

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boyfriend jamie headcanons

pairing(s): jamie drysdale x fem!reader

summary: headcanons of bf!jamie!

wc: 447

warnings: fluff!! cute and soft jamie, smut 18+

authors note: hiiii loves!! this is my first request!! so thank you so much for requesting! this is the first time i've ever written for jamie so hopefully i did an okay job!. i really enjoyed writing this!! my inbox is currently open for requests right now, so don't be scared to send anything in!!! like and reblog if you enjoy! as always much love <3

happy reading <3

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Bf!jamie: Jamie would be the type of boyfriend to always keep you warm, whenever you're cold. His body is like your personal heater. The second he sees your body shake or sees goosebumps on your arms, he's quick to pull you into this body, warming you instantly. 

Bf!jamie: Jamie always plans the best dates, each date being better than the other. If it's a night out, or a night in jamie never fails to make you feel special! 

Bf!jamie: You're convinced that Jamie is the best gift giver. His gifts are always so personal and heart felt. It's almost like he knows you better than yourself. Your favorite types of gifts from him are small handmade gifts that he makes for you randomly.

Bf!jamie: Jamie gets you flowers every single week, the fresh bouquet always on your counter or outside your door if he's on a road trip. It doesn't matter what type they are, they never fail to bring a smile to your face whenever you see them. 

Bf!jamie: You love Jamie's sense of humor, he never fails to make you laugh even when you're having a bad day. You won't say it to him but he's kind of corny, with his terrible dad jokes but youll laugh every single time. 

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Bf!jamie: Jamie has always been a soft lover, touching your body in the right places. He always makes you feel special, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he softly pounds into you. 

Bf!jamie: Jamie loves when you mark up his back, how you cling to him when he's hitting the right spots. He loves seeing them in the mirror in the morning, the burn feeling almost as pleasurable in the shower as when you gave them to him. You'd constantly apologize for them being so deep, he'd laugh it off, saying he loves them.

Bf!jamie: jamie loves fucking you in the shower, he loves seeing the water drip down you as he has you pinned against the shower wall, fucking you into obviation. The addition of the water makes the sound of sex louder, hearing the wet slapping of your skins together is enough to make him cum.

Bf!jamie: He loves when you pull on his hair, especially when he's in between your legs. How you grab a hold of his hair pushing his face further into your cunt, moaning loudly for him to keep going. 

Bf!jamie: You guys both love soft morning sex. Jamie thinks is the best way to wake up, with him rolling on top of you, entering you slowly. Making soft slow love as the sun comes up.

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Do you write for Jamie Drysdale? If so, could we get BF headcanons for him? ❤️

OMG. this is my first ask!!!

to answer; yes ofc!!! i plan on working on some stuff tonight, this will be the first thing that i work on!!! i've wanted to write for jamie for awhile, so this is the perfect chance for me to do it EXCITEDDDD.

thank you for sending this in <3

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boyfriend quinn headcanons

pairing(s): quinn hughes x fem!reader

summary: headcanons of bf!quinn!

wc:703

warnings: fluff, cute soft quinn, smut 18+!

authors note: hi guys!! i randomly had this idea this morning so i thought id write about quinn and how i think he'd be as a boyfriend! hes been taking up too much of my mind recently LOL. i hope you guys enjoy!! more fics are coming up later this week! like and reblog if you like <3. as always much love <3

happy reading <3

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Bf!quinn: quinn would be the type of boyfriend to wake you up with kisses all over your body, tracing his hands all over your back. Quinn would love looking at you while you're sleeping, not in a creepy way, in a loving way, that he couldn't believe that you're his.

Bf!quinn: he would give you one on one skating lesions, holding your hand whenever you feel like you're going to fall. He'd insist that he put on your skates, tying them extra tight and patting your leg to make sure you're okay. Quinn would laugh at you when you get excited about skating on your own finally, giving you a forehead kiss, saying he's proud of you. 

Bf!quinn: After a long day at work, when he knows you've had a bad day, he'll cook you your favorite meal. Even drawing you a bath, that you then insisted that he had to get in with you. He would ask you about your day, you would tell him as you lean comfortably into his touch as he runs his hands all over your body to help you relax. 

Bf!quinn: quinn lovesssss when you wear his jersey to a game, he loves seeing you in the stands in his jersey, cheering for him and the rest of the team. He loves the support that you always give him. Waiting for him by the locker room, giving him the sweetest hug and kiss. Always letting him know that you're proud of him, win or lose. 

Bf!quinn: quinn loves how you are around his family, how you think of them as your family. How you laugh and joke with his brothers, talk hockey with his dad, how you embarrass him and smile with his mom. He loves the relationship that you have with them. His family jokes that if you guys ever broke up, his family would be more hurt than you or quinn. 

Bf!quinn: quinn would definitely get baby fever when seeing you around children. Imagining if they were your kids, wanting nothing more than to pull you home, and make his dreams come true. 

Bf!quinn: quinn loves to be babied, he loves when you let him be the little spoon. His favorite way of being babied is when he comes home after a long road trip is throwing himself into your arms, dragging you to the bedroom, quickly getting changed and laying down on top of you. His face finding its way to your neck, nuzzling himself in your body breathing in your scent. He'd quickly fall asleep as you play with his hair, and rub your hands up and down his back.

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Bf!quinn: quinn is definitely a munch. He could spend hours in between your legs, even when you try to push him away he always comes back. He could never get enough of your cunt.  

Bf!quinn: He loves marking you up, showing everyone that you're his. He can't help but feel a sense of pride when he looks over the marks. Smirking to himself, knowing you'll yell at him when you see how dark they are the following day. 

Bf!quinn: quinn is obsessed with your boobs, he considers himself a lover of both ass and boobs equally but his downfall is your boobs. Any chance he has to kiss, bite, lick them he takes advantage of it. You can't even count on your fingers how many times you guys have been late to dinners because your boobs are “calling his name.”

Bf!quinn: quinn loves when you take control during sex, it's a side of you that he doesn't get to see a lot but he loves it when he does. The view of you on top of him riding him, never fails to take his breath away. 

Bf!quinn: Your moans? Oh gosh your moans. They make his knees weak, He loves hearing how responsive you are. His favorite is when you moan lowly in his ear, feeling your warm breath fan his face. When you drop your head back and your mouth is hanging open as your body shakes in pleasure. 

Bf!quinn: loves everything about you.

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this game is stressing me out HELP. why are we letting them score first.

VANCOUVER PLS

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trying to sit down and right but nothing is coming to me... HELP

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oh! so you want me to kms ❤️

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oh. my. gosh. I LISTENED TO SO IT GOES WHILE READING THIS. OOOOOO BOY. this was so so good. I THINK YOU SHOULD GO READ NOWWW🤭🤭🤭

SO IT GOES | JACK HUGHES

nora’s bday celly | jack hughes x fem! reader

summary: in which you always end up in jack’s bed at the end of the night. (2.5k words)

warnings: SMUT, p in v, degradation, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names, swearing

authors note: i’ve only written one other smut fic, so i apologize if this is terrible. enjoy reading ;)

he was convinced that your intention was to kill him. why else would you appear at the off-season party wearing the smallest all-black two-piece outfit?

upon entering the rooftop bar, you made a beeline directly for the bar counter, showing no signs of hesitation as you breezed passed the brunette boy. the smell of your perfume as you strutted by him was intoxicating. jack actually found himself taking deeper breaths, desperate to catch your scent.

he leaned against his table, watching you with a mix of fascination and desire. the dim lighting of the bar seemed to accentuate every curve of your body, the all-black outfit hugging you in all the right places.

your presence radiated pure confidence, and his pulse quickened as he imagined what it would be like to have you pressed up against him. as you leaned over the bar to place your order, jack got a direct view of your cleavage. his mind raced with thoughts of tasting your lips, feeling your fingers trace his skin, and exploring every inch of your being.

it had been two grueling months since you last saw each other. to the untrained eye, that would've seemed like a failing relationship at its dying stages. however, your relationship with jack was different. you’d spent months completely together, always seen by each other's sides. nico even joked that it was as if you were attached at the hip. everything you did together would lead one to believe you were in a structured, romantic relationship. yet, they would be wrong. your relationship contained emotional and physical intimacy, but it lacked the conventional commitment and structure of a romantic relationship.

the classic ‘situationship’.

then suddenly, you both stop seeing each other. no more late calls or spontaneous dates, not even check-in texts. everything just fell apart. it seemed to worry everyone else, but you and jack, mostly because you both knew you’d come back to each other- just like you always did. and tonight just happened to be that time.

“you good, man?” john asked jack, raising a brow at his sudden flushed face. “you’re all red.”

jack chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. “yeah, yeah, i’m fine. it’s just the alcohol.” the brunette replied, hinting towards the beer glass in his hand. he glanced back toward the bar, where you were engaged in conversation with the bartender, your laughter echoing through the rooftop like a siren song.

john smirked knowingly, giving him a playful nudge. “uh-huh, i bet it is,” he teased. “although, are you sure it’s not y/n over there? she’s looking pretty good tonight.”

jack rolled his eyes, though the sheepish smirk on his face gave him away. “i just haven’t seen her in a while, ‘s all.” he said, an attempt to casually brush it off.

the canadian boy leaned against the table, his eyes holding a certain mischief. “she’s something else, isn’t she?” he smirked, trying to hold in his laugh as jack scowled, jealousy painting his features. “i mean if you don’t lock her down soon, i might make a move.”

jack wasn’t a jealous person- at least not when it came to anyone else. but the mere idea of one of his teammates being with you made him livid.

he opened his mouth, prepared to rain hell on his poor teammate, only he didn’t. he had no place telling john if he could or couldn’t date you. of course you were his. you were his in a way that no one else understood, but not officially.

“do whatever, man. i don’t care.” he muttered, regretting the words as he spoke them. god, he wanted nothing but to put the older boy in his place. you were his, and only his.

john’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree, this was the last thing he expected the american boy to say. “really?” he was in shock. “because if you’re being serious i’ll go talk to her right now.”

“i’m serious.” he spat through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw.

john patted his back, mumbling a quick, “bet”, before wandering off to talk to you.

jack stared at him in horror as he made his way to you. the boy’s arm brushed yours as he complimented your outfit, causing you to blush ever so slightly.

what had he done?

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it was practically torture to jack as he watched john flirt with you. sure he had given him his blessing, but he didn’t actually want him to go anywhere near you.

you hadn’t left his side for over an hour and if jack had to listen to you laugh at one of john’s shitty jokes one more time, he was going to-

“you have a staring problem, mr. hughes.” your voice caused jack to jump. the golden bar lights illuminated your face perfectly. jack’s eyes wandered to your lips and his mouth watered with pure desperation. you were ethereal.

“look who finally left her boyfriend’s side.” he retorted, earning a quiet chuckle from your lips.

“he’s not my boyfriend,” you start with a grin, “not yet at least.” he sends you a glare before taking a big swig of his beer. “you’re so jealous, hun.” you giggle, slapping his chest playfully. he shrugs in a challenging manner. “ relax a bit, baby.” you pout dramatically, bringing your hands up to massage his shoulders and biceps.

as your hands work their magic, massaging his shoulders and biceps, you can feel the tension in jack’s muscles slowly melting away. his eyes meet yours, and the smoldering desire in them intensifies.

"well, can you blame me?" jack finally admits with a husky whisper, leaning in closer to you. "seeing you with john, in this outfit, with that face, it's impossible not to be jealous."

you lean in even closer, your lips dangerously close to his ear, and your voice drops to a seductive purr. "maybe you should remind me who I belong to."

a shiver runs down jack’s spine at your words, and his hand gently trails up your thigh, sending electric pulses through your body.

he barely wastes time before standing up and downing the rest of his drink. “we’re leaving.” his tone wasn’t negotiable, but it was exactly what you wanted.

“wait, i have to say bye to johnny.” you teased with a devilish grin. his jaw clenched and the green monster inside of him grew larger. his hand grasps your hand, making sure you’re not to leave his side. you chuckle and lead him to the car.

the moment you both slid into the sleek leather seats, jack’s hand found its way to your thigh, fingers tracing circles that sent delicious shivers up your spine. the city lights blurred past as the car sped through the night, the anticipation between you growing thicker by the second.

jack’s voice, now raspier than ever, broke the silence. "you know what you're doing to me, don't you?" his gaze bore into yours, smoldering with desire.

you couldn't resist teasing him further. "i have no idea what you're talking about, hun," you replied, batting your eyelashes innocently. your hand slipped higher up his thigh, your fingers grazing dangerously close to where he ached for your touch.

he swallowed hard, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "y/n, you're playing with fire," he warned, his voice strained.

your lips curled into a wicked smile as you leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over his ear. "maybe i like playing with fire," you purred, causing a low growl to escape jack’s throat.

the car engine roared as he peeled into his apartment parking lot. he practically jumped out of the vehicle as did you. his hand stayed entangled with yours as you rushed into the elevator, anticipation through the roof as the lift neared his floor.

as the elevator doors slid open on his floor, there was no more room for restraint or hesitation. with the key in hand, he unlocked the door, and you both stumbled inside. the moment you crossed the threshold, his lips crashed onto yours with hunger, a kiss that tasted of longing and passion.

your back was pressed against his front door as jack kissed you passionately. his hands slipping down to your ass and squeezing it softly. your lips parted slightly, a soft moan escaping them.

the hockey player was pressed up against you, his bulge grinding back and forth against your clothed core. he groaned as your hands slipped down from his curls to his jeans to start undoing his belt.

“want me to take care of that for you?” you questioned, signaling to jack’s obvious boner. the way your eyes softened and lips pouted almost made the boy want to whimper. only he didn’t, he didn’t dare to give you full control over him.

without responding, he grabbed your wrist, leading you to his bedroom. “on your knees, now.” he demanded, staring at you with dark eyes until you obeyed, lowering yourself down.

like clockwork, you undid his zipper, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one motion. his hardened, red, cock sprung out of the tight material. you immediately grabbed his cock, spitting on it and jerking him off at a painfully slow pace. he groaned as your hands worked their magic, but he needed more.

jack grabbed a fistful of your hair making it into a makeshift ponytail. without warning, he roughly thrusted into your mouth. your mouth was warm and tight around him. he threw his head back as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly.

filthy sounds filled the room as the hockey player ruthlessly thrusted into your mouth. he looked down at you as you pulled away to catch your breath. just the sight of you could’ve made him come on the spot. saliva was dripping down your chin onto your cleavage. your eyes watered as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. it was perfect. everything was perfect. you were perfect.

with a smug smirk, you peppered kisses along his shaft and tip. he whimpered as your tongue swirled around his swollen tip, not yet shoving him into your mouth again.

“you’re such a tease,” he barely managed to mutter out. he was a mess in your touch, and you knew that. “but you know what happens to sluts who tease? they get punished.”

you stifled out a laugh, “such strong words for someone who is melting under my touch.” your tongue swiped over his slit, collecting his precum on your tongue and he let out a breathy moan.

once again, he forcefully shoved you down onto his cock. the way your throat tightened around him made him almost pass out.

he opened his mouth to say something, but it turned into a deep groan as you massaged his balls.

lazily, he tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in a swift motion and exposing his muscular body. his stomach tightened and flexed as he began approaching his high.

“fuck- just like that, doll.” he groaned, throwing his head back and raking one of his hands through his hair. “take me so well.” he praised, his thrusts becoming shorter and faster.

after months of on and off relationships with jack, you knew how to make him melt like putty in your hands. so when his warm cum shot down your throat, you stood up and stuck out your tongue, showing off how you swallowed all of the salty liquid.

he smirked, “such a good girl.” he muttered and pulled you into a feverish kiss. his tongue darted between your lips, fighting against yours. his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him. “clothes off, now.” his tone displayed both his desire and dominance.

giggling, you slipped out of your mini-skirt and corset, leaving you clad in only a matching pair of a black lacy bra and thong.

jack found himself growing hard again as his eyes admired you.

“you look beautiful, baby.” he said as his hand traced down your waist to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “want you to ride me.” arousal pooled in your tiny panties. you clenched your thighs together in an attempt to ease your aching core.

“what are we waiting for then?” jack smirked at your sassy tone.

with one hand, he unclasped your bra, allowing the material to slip off your arms, exposing your perky tits. his thumb, cold and calloused, brushed across your nipple, eliciting a whimper from your throat.

gently, you pushed at his chest, causing him to fall onto the bed. seductively, you climbed into the bed, crawling towards him, and straddling his hips.

he looked up at you, admiring your flushed face. sweet sweat coated your neck as a feverish look burnt in your eyes.

with one hand, jack pulled you into a passionate kiss, his tongue darting into your mouth. with his other hand, he aligned his cock with your entrance. his tip teased your clit causing you to shudder. slowly, you sunk down onto him.

“fuck,” you cursed under your breath, arching your back into him. the dull pain of his dick stretching you out eased into pleasure and you began bouncing up and down.

every ounce of air was removed from jack’s lungs. you were so tight around him, squeezing around him so perfectly.

“you were made for me.” he whispered into your ear, kissing and sucking on the skin below.

with each movement of your hips, a wave of pleasure rushed through you.

your hands were against his broad chest, steadying yourself as you moved up and down. though it might’ve been embarrassing, whimpers, groans, and whines left jack’s lips.

as you both approached your high, his hands grabbed either side of your waist, holding you still above him as he mercilessly thrusted into you. you gasped, seeing stars every time he plunged in and out of you.

a string of curses and whimpers left your lips. you called jack’s name, begging for nothing. your mind was scattered like a puzzle, but the only piece you could focus on was your orgasm.

“look like a fucking angel taking my cock.” he spoke through gritted teach, his eyes laser focused on where your cunt swallowed his length. you squeezed your walls around him, causing him to moan.

“i’m gonna-” you could barely finish your sentence as your eyes stayed glued shut. you began bouncing down, meeting jack’s thrusts in a desperate attempt to untie the knot in your stomach.

“that’s it, baby.” his finger dropped down, rubbing vicious circles against your clit. “cum for me.” and with those words, you came on his cock. jack could feel you dripping down onto his abdomen.

his thrusts only grew faster as he chased his own high. you were shaking as he fucked you through your orgasm. he pulled you down into his chest, hitting deeper inside of you. with one final thrust, he coated your walls white.

as both of you come down from your highs, jack flips you over, his muscular body now towering over yours.

“what?” he asked with a smug look on his face. “thought we were done? that was just a warmup round. i’m going to make sure you can’t walk tomorrow, doll.”

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I THINK YOU SHOULD READ THIS NOWWW SOOOO GOOOOODD. I LOVE.

perfect places ✧.* jd9

parings: jamie drysdale x fem!reader

summary: a night out leads to something you weren't expecting.

warnings: MINORS DNI !!! 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

a/n: YOU GUYS! im so sorry this took so long, prepare for a bunch of random blurbs n shit soon! thank you for being here, hope you enjoy it! 💌

jamie was an introvert, except on nights out.

he and his teammates were going to a new club, and he extended the invite to you. you and jamie had only been dating for a few short months so his invite was met with an eager "yes" from you.

in those couple of months, you'd been debating when the right time to have sex would be. jamie repeatedly told you he'd never do anything you were uncomfortable with, and sex would be off the table until you were one hundred percent certain.

after taking a shower, you spend an hour trying to get your hair to lay right. makeup was simple, just with additions of lashes and lipstick. you didn't want to draw too much attention to you and jamie, so a little black dress with black heels will do. before slipping the dress on, you walk over to the dresser, pulling out a lacey plum-colored thong and its matching bralette. tugging the dress on over your legs, you struggle with the zipper until you shimmy it all the way up.

you've spent the entire week contemplating if you were ready to give yourself to jamie, but after looking at yourself in the mirror you're certain you're ready.

to try and nonverbally send jamie a message you are ready for sex, you pull the dress down to reveal the fringes of the lace bralette.

sitting on the foot of your bed and buckling the heel's straps over your ankles, you hear jamie's signature sequence of knocks at your door. you jump up and make your way towards your apartment's entrance. you're met with the tall figure of your boyfriend holding a small, but well-arranged flower bouquet.

jamie, being the nervous sweetheart he is, awkwardly stands in your doorway.

"hi y/n i saw that your flowers were getting wilted so i just ran to...", he trails off when his eyes meet your dress, then up to your dolled-up face.

jamie gulps and clears his throat before responding, "holy shit. y/n, you look...gorgeous."

you toy with the hem on your short dress, looking up at him through your lashes, "you think so jamie?"

"of course i do...i'm just...wow you're flawless."

you laugh at jamie's lack of words and take his hand, letting him lead you to his car. like always, he opens your door and guides you inside. once he's inside, jamie begins the drive to the club. rap music plays quietly, his playlist.

jamie has a firm grip on the steering wheel and his stare is strictly on the road, like he's nervous to look at you. jamie is not the type of guy to initiate anything suggestive, so you knew you'd have to take the lead. reaching over the center console, you take his nearest hand off the steering wheel and place it onto your thigh.

jamie's face turns a shade of pink, and the streetlights illuminate the patches of freckles scattered across his complexion. you take in his appearance. his sleek black hair falls perfectly on the back of his neck, and the rest lies around his ears and forehead. his big green eyes sparkling as each car passes by. he's an angel on earth.

he snaps you out of your trance by clearing his throat and reaching to the screen, skipping a song. jamie's hand hasn't moved an inch from where you set it on your thigh, so you pick it up and move it closer to your heat. he shoots you an inquisitive glare.

"sweetheart...what's going on?" he asks softy.

you lean over across the console once more to whisper in his ear, "i need you jamie. i need you."

"are you sure y/n, i don't want to do anything unless you're ready. i'm willing to wait for you, and i don't want you to think i'm pressuring you."

returning to your original position you respond, "jamie, you've done everything but pressure me. i'm one hundred percent certain i want you", you pause, "tonight."

your emphasis on the word "tonight" sounded close to a moan, you thought it sounded weird, but jamie turned bright red.

"jamie, you can do whatever you want. i mean it."

that was all jamie needed to hear before he moved his hand away from your thigh and up your body. he grazes over your abdomen, stroking the fabric of your dress, getting closer to your chest. he cups his hand around your breasts on the outside of the dress, quickly ducking his hand inside to play with your bralette.

"so fucking gorgeous", he whines while continuing to tease you through the lace.

on the inside, you were desperately hoping he'd take your tits out of the bra to massage them, but jamie had other plans. he removes his hand, fixes your dress, and adjusts his grip to hold your jaw.

you look at your boyfriend with desperate eyes but he already knows how bad you need him. once more, you move jamie's hand back down to your inner thighs and drag it in a stroking motion, signaling you want him to rub your thigh. he does as he's instructed, placing a firm grip on your thigh caressing the smooth skin of your leg.

the night hasn't come close to an end, but your mind is already wondering about all the things jamie'll do to you tonight. there's an unfamiliar feeling that pulls you out of your thoughts. looking down you see jamie's index and middle fingers begin to hike up your dress. those same fingers used to trace soft, small circles around the lace guarding your clit.

you didn't realize how wet you were simply from jamie's delicate touch until he spoke up.

"you're so desperate my angel...so wet already."

his words make you groan, throwing your head back to hit the headrest. your eyes are squeezed shut due to the pleasure of jamie's fingers, and you hardly realize he's pulled up to the club's valet.

jamie removes his fingers and fixes your dress, "sorry angel, we still have a long night ahead. you'll just have to wait."

his lips curve into a mocking smirk, he knows what he's doing to you.

jamie presses a gentle kiss to your temple and steps out of the car, handing the keys to the valet driver before helping you out. he takes your hand and guides you into the club. his navy blue polo shirt fits him flawlessly, and his grey pants hug his toned thighs. you can't help but think about him taking it all off.

one of the perks of dating a professional athlete is that they can get a table anywhere, and everywhere. it's exactly what they did tonight. checking his phone to see if his friends are here, you follow him to a corner of the club where they all sit. you and jamie scoot into the circular booth with his teammates and their partners.

"wow y/n, you look smokin' ", says one of the wives.

you laugh, roll your eyes, and swat in her direction. her comment earned you the nickname "smokin' " around the other wags for the remainder of the night.

everyone at the table shares some drinks and conversation before you decide you're comfortable enough to dance. jamie's enthralled in a conversation with his friends, it sounds like they're making fun of cam. to try and get his attention you rest your hand high on his thigh, squeezing it firmly. you didn't think it'd be as hot as it was. his eyes shoot straight to yours after the first squeeze, and with furrowed brows he asks you, "what's up doll?"

you give him a tipsy smile before grabbing his hand, practically yanking him out of the booth, "jamie! let's go dance! come on jamie!"

he can't say no to you, so without hesitation jamie's being whirled away to the dance floor by his tipsy girlfriend.

you face jamie, draping your hands around his neck and his firmly around your waist. he guides your hips side to side on beat with the song, holding you close. you take in his signature cologne, bleu de chanel.

jamie looks absolutely enchanting, his light skin being hit with the colorful strobe lights. he dips his head down to your height and says, "turn around, angel."

you do as you're told, swiftly turning and pressing your ass into jamie's crotch. as a new upbeat song plays, you begin to rock your hips. jamie places one hand firmly on your hip, the other up towards your chest--right under your tit. he holds you tight to his body as if you'd run away if he let go.

getting the urge to tease jamie you start to grind against him, catching him off-guard. how could his sweet angel be so dirty?

he dips his head down to your height once more, this time placing a soft nibble on your ear.

"what're you doing y/n?"

turning to face him you respond with an innocent "just dancing babe."

the grinding didn't last long before jamie whipped you around to face him again, "we're leaving."

you can see the lust and thrill in his eyes as you both exchange goodbyes with everyone before he practically yanks you out the door.

waiting for the valet, you eagerly shift from one foot to the other. jamie snakes his arm around your waist and places a soft kiss on your forehead. his sweet gesture, yet demanding manner is confusing you. the car arrives and jamie hands the man a ten dollar bill, thanking him.

he's quick to get you in the car, making sure you're settled in before shutting the door. he jogs to the driver's side, swiftly turning the car on and switching gears. he desperately needed to be in bed with you.

you take jamie's phone and play some of your own music, "perfect places" by lorde happening to come on shuffle. as jamie drives through the city he sneaks glances at you, biting on his cheek.

jamie's so focused on getting you home, he hardly notices you propped up on the center console. you're quick to move your hand down to his crotch, palming him through his pants. in a few seconds, jamie's already groaning and breathing heavily. continuing to palm him, you leave soft kisses on his neck and cheek. jamie continuously shifts in his seat trying to position himself most satisfyingly.

"what's wrong baby? does it not feel good?" you teasingly ask.

"move", he bluntly responds pushing you off him.

you're taken back by his actions but realize his urgency. jamie is looking over his shoulder and turning on his right blinker, finding the nearest exit.

"jamie what're you-"

"I can't wait. need you now." he speeds off to a side road and into the closest empty parking lot. the building was deserted, every light out.

jamie parks the car, eagerly takes off his seatbelt, and sternly commands you to the backseat.

you jump between the console and make your way into the backseat, while he opens the driver's door getting into the back. it takes no time before jamie is cradling your head with one hand and guiding you down onto your back. his tenderness is strikingly contrasted by the hunger in his kiss. his kisses are sloppy, as his hands roam your body. he moves down to your thighs, scooting your dress up.

"look so fucking gorgeous my angel, such pretty legs", he growls in your ear as he smooths his hands over your lower half. he lifts up your right leg, placing kisses along it.

jamie moves to connect his mouth with your neck, sucking harshly. you wince and moan when he nips at the skin with his teeth. the bulge in his pants rubs against your body as he continues his attack on your neck. with one quick motion, jamie removes his shirt revealing his toned chest which makes you whine.

after leaving a few marks on your neck his kisses move lower, lips making contact with your chest.

jamie tilts his head upward to find your eyes, "are you ready y/n? if you're having any second thoughts tell me and we can stop, i promise."

you smile at him and stroke his hair before responding. "i'm ready jamie, promise."

jamie presses a gentle kiss to your skin before reaching up to pull on the straps of your dress. "take this off doll."

doings as you're told, you hinge slightly to remove the dress. jamie's eyes go wide at the plum bralette.

"is this...is it for me?" he asks with a small stutter.

"who else would it be for?" you shoot him a playful wink that makes him chuckle.

"can i take it off you?"

"yes, please", you sound so needy but jamie finds it arousing.

once again you sit up halfway to let jamie unclasp the bralette, which he does with ease. seems like he's been practicing.

without letting you prepare, jamie's attaching himself to your breast, flicking your nipple with his tongue. he moves his opposite hand up to massage your other boob. his sounds and movements are electrifying, making you arch your back and moan his name.

after a few minutes of jamie giving your tits his attention, you needed more. you softly nudge jamie's head down, signaling him to move towards your pussy.

as instructed, jamie moves to position himself in line with your dripping core. "you ready angel? just tell me to stop and i will."

"i'm ready jamie", you moan.

jamie hooks two fingers around the lace panties you're wearing. he pulls them off you with ease and takes those same fingers to your entrance. he glazes over your soaked folds, slowly moving to your clit. his fingers toy with your clit for a moment, making you buck your hips and whine. jamie presses an occasional kiss to your thigh just to hear you moan.

"please jamie", you mewl, "need you now, so bad."

without objection he's up on his knees unbuckling his belt. in swift motions jamie unzips his pants and lowers them along with his underwear. his length springs up towards his abdomen, already leaking with pre-cum. jamie reaches into his back pocket, grabs his wallet, and unravels a condom package. he stretches it out and glides it onto his dick. he takes his dick into his hand and begins to rub the tip inside your drenched pussy. you both groan and you lift your hips off the seat for more pressure.

after rubbing his dick inside you for a few short seconds he says, "remember angel, if you need me to stop just say stop. i'll pull out immediately."

you nod shyly and begin to brace yourself for jamie's dick. he slowly pushes himself into your entrance, allowing you time to adjust to his size. you wince and inhale sharply which cuases jamie to look at you with a worried expression.

"i'm okay jam, promise. keep going."

with that, jamie continues to guide himself into you until he's fully inside. he begins a steady pace of moving back and forth, still letting you get used to him.

"faster jamie, please", you mutter and he does as you tell him.

he thrusts into you with stealth, causing you to become a moaning mess. the car fills with your moans and curses, jamie's soft grunts, and your playlist continuing quietly.

"so good beautiful, doing so good for me", jamie leans down and mumbles in your ear.

his hands rest on either side of your thighs, gripping tightly for support. his fingerprints are sure to leave a mark tomorrow.

jamie's movements are rough, yet so tender. small beads of sweat begin to form on his hairline and his chest begins to heave as he tries to maintain composure.

he lessens his grip on one of your thighs, beginning to rub your clit again. you moan his name, loudly. jamie throws his head back at your noises, and the feeling of his throbbing dick wrapped around your tight walls.

"fuck jamie, so close. so fucking close", you cry out to him.

"right there angel, just a little more."

jamie's encouragement helps you hold out for a little longer. it doesn't take much time before you begin to feel the swell in your lower stomach, making you antsy, "jamie gonna cum."

he's still rubbing your clit and quickening his pace inside you, "cum for me y/n, please."

the two of you let go, and you cum around his hard length. jamie's thrusts get sloppy as you let out guttural moans and screams for him.

he moans your name and slows down before gently pulling out of you. letting you catch your breath, jamie rustles around the backseat, through his practice bags to find a shirt to help clean you up. just his luck, he'd found two. he uses one to help clean you up, and hands you the other to put on instead of the dress.

once you both have come down from your orgasms and cleaned up, he sits back into the seat and pulls you into him. he moves the hair that's stuck to your face from sweat and kisses your head.

"I love you so much jamie", you let out not realizing what you've said.

trying to remain calm jamie responds, "i love you more y/n", but on the inside his stomach is doing flips and his heart is trying to fly away.

after a few moments of silence, jamie suggests, "should we go to my place and watch a show? i don't want to fall asleep without you tonight."

you smile widely and respond, "of course, as long as you make me coffee in the morning."

jamie laughs at you and pulls you close for a kiss. his lips are plump and sweet as he presses onto yours. he helps you back into the passenger's seat, then he gets settled back into his.

in his hand are your lace panties, "can i keep these?" he asks.

you hadn't even realized he stole them after removing them from you. "jamie, oh my gosh when did you steal those?"

"answer the question", he demands.

"...yes", you mutter under your breath.

jamie makes an excited cheer before tucking them into his pocket.

you didn't imagine having sex with jamie for the first time in the backseat of his car, but it was worth it.