#kiwi – wineauntie

[wineauntie]

MEDICINE – Quinn Hughes x fem!reader (smut)

previous part. series masterlist.

summary: Quinn Hughes is going to dream about this night for a longggg time.

note: the longest smut I’ve ever written ever, we quite literally dive right in.

warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, sexual content, oral (fem!receiving), p in v, dom!Quinn Hughes, nicknames like pretty girl, use of y/n, fem!reader, praise galore.

word count: 3.1K

"So this is where you live?!"

You had barely stepped into Quinn's apartment when you found yourself admiring your vast surroundings. The apartment was neat, and one might think it had been plucked straight out of a catalogue were there not various personal touches around the place, such as a variety of trophies and family photos. Your eyes glimmered once they'd finally landed back on Quinn, who seemed to watch you with amusement as he approached you.

"This is where I live." Quinn hummed in confirmation, coming up behind you as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth. You turned fully towards him, reaching up and intertwining your arms around his neck.

"Do I get a tour?" You drawled, tilting your head upwards as he slowly raised one eyebrow.

"Jump," that was all he said before you were hoisted up onto him, your legs instinctively locking around his waist as he gripped the space of your upper thigh. You let a laugh spring free as he moved forward, your arms desperately tightening their hold.

"This is the living room, kitchen, and hall," Quinn pointed out as he moved through the apartment, his eyes never leaving yours. He turned, careful not to jostle you too much, as he pushed a door open, entering the room backwards. "And this is the bedroom,"

"Oh, my favourite so far," you hummed, your fingers carefully curling around the curls at the base of Quinn's neck. You were suddenly placed down on a soft surface, your body sinking into comfort as Quinn took a step back.

"And that's my bed," he spoke. He kept his darkening eyes on you while your hands smoothed across the fabric of his sheets, your feet kicking off your shoes. You had to hold back a laugh as you childishly flopped back against the bed. "Make yourself at home."

"I plan to," you said, pushing yourself up to face the rugged man. You crossed your legs as you lazed back on your hands. "Help me?"

Quinn bit back his own smile as he stepped closer to the bed. His hand reached for your knees, forcing you to uncross them as he pressed a long and demanding kiss to your lips. You found yourself melting into his every touch, becoming soft like wax—so easily malleable, there to be toyed with and moulded into whatever he wanted.

His hand crept upwards, cupping your jaw as he moved your head to turn ever so slightly. He pulled away from your lips, grazing his own along the skin of your cheeks, and you were it felt like a raging swirl of fire moving down your body and straight to your core. He tilted your head further, your eyes dropping closed as he began a tirade of unhurried kisses down the expanse of your neck.

You let a small gasp slip from your lips as Quinn suddenly suckled on the flesh just above the base of your neck, the biting sting of pressure perfectly soothed by his tongue smoothing over the purpling bruise. You let him manoeuvre you as his other hand ran up and down your pant-covered leg, his fingers light and teasing, knowing exactly what they were doing to you.

Quinn pulled back fully now, his hand still against your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone as he admired the various blotches he'd left across your skin.

"Beautiful," he sighed, his eyes traversing back to yours. His eyes were heavy, half-lidded, and filled with what you could only describe as pure want. You leaned into him, connecting your lips to his once more, your body squirming with need. He pulled away almost instantly, his lips still against yours as he whispered. "Not yet…patience, pretty girl."

You found yourself gulping as Quinn moved down your clothed body. His hands ran upwards, lingering at the bottom of the top you had worn out.

"Can I take this off?" He asked, his voice pleading. His eyes were fixated on you, despite his wandering hands that ran beneath the top. You found yourself nodding, to which Quinn frowned. "Words, pretty girl…I need to hear them."

"Take it off, please," you breathed out, your chest rising and falling abnormally quick as Quinn hummed and lifted the shirt from your body, leaving your chest in just your bra.

"And this?" Quinn smirked, toying with the lace-edged strap of your bra, his tongue running over his lip.

"Take it off," you confirmed. Quinn had no hesitation when he quickly unclasped it and threw it into the unknown, leaving your chest bare for him to witness. You smiled as he made a choking sound; his warm hands ran up and down your goose-bumped skin. Your head lolled back as he cupped your breasts, leaning down to press chaste kisses to the sensitive skin.

"Quinn," you found yourself pleading, your hands laving through his loose waves as he sucked a bruise just above your nipple, his tongue swirling over it as you whined. He let out a breathy laugh as he brought his face up to yours, his breath fanning across your cheeks.

"I want to taste you," he murmured, brushing his nose against yours before he smoothly moved downward, his eyes trained on your widened ones.

His thumbs caught in the waistband of your pants, silently searching for permission before he began to pull them down slowly, revealing your skin that was practically itching with need. The fabric moved down your legs swiftly as Quinn's nimble fingers pulled them off of you completely. His hand remained lightly holding your ankle, his eyes still on yours as he moved to kneel before you.

You dropped back onto your elbows, your head tilting back as Quinn slowly pressed longer, and chaste kisses up your leg towards your upper thigh.

"Oh god," you gasped out as he pressed a kiss right below the hem of your pants. Quinn hummed through a chuckle, lifting his head for a second.

"Not quite," he mused. He ran his fingers over the dampened fabric, relishing the way you squirmed against his every touch. "Will you let me taste you, y/n?"

You pried open your eyes to meet his desperate ones, his hands on either one of your thighs, thumbs smoothing over the supple flesh.

"Please," you begged, your hand tugging on his curls. You pulsed with need, your body flushed with desire, as Quinn thumbed his lip in thought.

"Only because you asked so nicely," he whispered breathlessly.

You gasped as Quinn's tongue came into contact with your clothed core. He trailed his tongue over the dampness before he nipped the hem of your pants with his teeth, dragging them down your legs without breaking eye contact. You felt your heart thumping loudly against the confines of your chest as he threw your pants onto the floor before he quite literally dove in.

Quinn devoured you like a man starved.

Your eyes had shot closed as you felt his tongue glide through your wet folds, circling your clitoral area as he pleasured you. Your head fell back in silent ecstasy, with your mouth agape as his tongue flicked over the sensitive nub. He slowly worked a finger inside of you, your walls clenching down as he moved it in and out.

"You look so pretty like this," Quinn mumbled in hushed tones. He crooked his finger inside of you, pressing against your soft walls as you let out a breathy moan. He sucked your sensitive nub into his mouth, circling it with his tongue, while he slipped his finger in and out easily due to your arousal.

You carded your fingers through his hair as you felt him slowly push another finger into your wetness, causing Quinn to groan against you, vibrating across your clit as he continued his tirade of sucking and swirling.

"You take my fingers so well," he praised, his eyes moving up to witness your blissful face. The feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of your drenched core, hitting every nerve cell, sent you into overdrive and wiped away any thought other than the pleasure he was giving you. Your hips jolted towards his fingers with a shameless moan as you tried to feel as much of him as he was letting you.

Quinn had a gift, you decided, as he brought you closer and closer to the taunting edge of what seemed like endless pleasure.

You cried out as he curled his fingers, moving them more rapidly as you held onto his hair, your thighs closing around his head. The familiar sensation of a tightening swirl formed in your core, wracking through your body and threatening to spill over. You tightened around Quinn's fingers as he sped up, hitting places you hadn't even realised could be hit.

"Gonna come," you panted out, your eyes fluttering as Quinn seemed to ignore your warning, continuing his pursuit of your pleasure as your body trembled beneath him.

Without warning, the feeling of euphoria washed over your body, your thighs tensing around Quinn's head as he worked you through your orgasm, your chest heaving breathlessly as your back arched against the bed. You felt his fingers ease in and out past the tension, trying to prolong your orgasm for as long as it could.

Your eyes had rolled far back into your head, your fingers gripping onto Quinn's hair as he slowly withdrew to relish the look of pure, unadulterated pleasure that cascaded across your face.

With one last, languid pump, he removed his fingers from your slickness, causing your eyes to peel open. Quinn was flushed and covered in your wetness; his hair was ruffled and messy from where you'd been holding on.

And you'd never seen something so attractive in your life.

Quinn kept his eyes on yours as he raised his fingers to his lips and sucked your juices off of his digits with a crude pop.

Scratch your last statement—now, you'd never seen something as attractive as that in your life.

Despite your shaky body, you found yourself standing up, pulling Quinn off of the floor by his collar, and dragging him towards you to meet him with a punishing kiss.

You felt yourself melt into the embrace, the taste of you still smothering his tongue as you gripped his collar and slowly began to unbutton the white shirt he adorned. You'd gotten bored of being the only one bare; your desire to see Quinn naked overwhelmed your senses.

Your hands smoothed up and down his abs as you unbuttoned, and your kiss was unwavering as Quinn allowed you to work away. You rolled his shirt off his shoulders, your hands traipsing over the thick flesh of his biceps, causing you to pull away and admire his upper body, now fully on display.

Your fingers trailed across his shoulders and arms before you leaned forward and kissed the base of his neck, beginning your path down to the waistband of his jeans. Keeping eye contact, you dropped to your knees, your hands scrambling to unbuckle his pants, craving the bulge that protruded from beneath the fabric.

Just as you fully unbuttoned his pants, Quinn tutted and grabbed your hands, lifting you back up to your feet. You found yourself whining as you stood, your nose brushing against his as he chuckled.

"C'mon," you pouted, "at least let me have a taste."

"On the bed," Quinn ordered, his thumb dragging your lip as you rolled your eyes and sat back on the bed, your anticipation growing with each moment as Quinn stood before you, his gaze smouldering with desire. With deliberate movements, he removed his jeans, revealing the bulge that had been teasing you, now pressing against the fabric of his boxer briefs.

You watched intently as he discarded his remaining clothing, your breath hitching in your throat at the sight of his naked form. Quinn's physique was a work of art, with every muscle defined and rippling beneath his skin, a testament to his strength.

He climbed onto the bed, his body hovering over yours as he captured your lips in a searing kiss. You rolled your hips against him, wantonly moaning into the kiss at the feeling of his cock pushing against your skin.

"I need you, Quinn," you panted as you broke away, his eyes glittering with lust as they gazed down on you.

"Alright," he hummed, pulling away completely as he grabbed something from the set of drawers behind him. "Since you've been so patient." Quinn held out a wrapped condom, his grin widening as he stared you down with a cheeky smile. "Open it for me?"

You bit your lip and nodded, taking the condom and ripping the foil with your teeth. You took out the condom and looked up at Quinn as one of your hands drifted towards his stiff cock. You heard a deep grumble erupt from him as your thumb rolled over his tip before running along his shaft.

"Can I please?" You frowned playfully up at Quinn, practically salivating at the mere thought of having him inside your mouth.

Quinn rolled his head back, a low groan escaping his lips as he felt your touch tantalisingly close to where he craved it most. He brushed his fingertips beneath your chin, his eyes smouldering with desire.

"Patience, pretty girl," he whispered huskily, his fingers trailing along your jawline. "You'll get your chance."

You couldn't help but pout, feeling a delicious ache between your thighs as anticipation coiled tighter within you. But you trusted Quinn's lead, knowing the reward would be worth the wait.

With practised ease, Quinn plucked the condom from your fingers and sheathed himself in the condom, his movements deliberate and precise. He then hovered over you once more, the heat of his body searing against your skin.

"Ready?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire as you leaned further back into his soft sheets.

You nodded eagerly, your heart pounding in your chest as you spread your legs, inviting him closer. With a slow, torturous glide, Quinn entered you, filling you completely with a single, seamless thrust.

"Oh my god," you drawled, your eyes rolling back into your head as your fingers jumped to grasp at him. Quinn grunted as he thrust into you, spurred on by the feeling of your fingernails digging into the skin of his back and by the addictive little sounds you were making for him.

You could feel him everywhere. His touch was like wildfire, spreading with no containment and burning you with the purest desire. Your body writhed as he pounded into you, his soft groans in your ear adding to the intensity of the moment.

You mentally praised whoever Quinn's personal trainer was because his stamina was unrelenting as the sound of skin-on-skin slapping echoed through the room intertwined with your soft moans.

You gasped as Quinn suddenly started shallowly snapping his hips into you, his shaft deep within, causing sweat to pour from your skin. You arched off of the bed in pleasure, your fingers deep into the skin of Quinn's muscular back. His mouth moved to your lips as he fucked into you, your tongues plunging into one another's mouths.

You rolled your hips towards him as your lips separated from his, needing more of him inside you. He met your needy attempts with fierceness as that tightening knot within you began to pull in your core. You were no longer coherent in your words, each one of your moans laced with reckless abandon and a feeling of indulgence.

"Quinn," you eventually managed to gasp, feeling your orgasm encroach, your cunt fluttering around his cock. Quinn hummed as he thrust harder (you hadn't realised that was possible!).

"I know, pretty girl," he murmured, pressing kisses on the bruises on your neck that he'd previously gifted you. "I can feel you clenching around me."

You couldn't even find the words within you as your body shuddered, your orgasm washing over you in sudden flashes. You felt yourself clench harder around Quinn as he continued to thrust in and out of you, chasing his own pleasure while helping you ride through yours.

"That's it," Quinn gasped out, his pace slowing as you clawed into him. He let his head drop as he spilt inside of the condom, his steady thrust now sputtering. You groaned at the feeling of him inside you while he pried open his eyes and met your lips with another fiery kiss.

You both lay there, breathless and spent, intertwined in a tangle of limbs and sheets. The room was filled with a heady mixture of your mingled scents and the echoes of your shared passion.

Quinn brushed a strand of hair away from your flushed face, his eyes softening as he gazed at you with an adoring intensity. You returned his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the affection in his eyes.

"God, that was…you were…" Quinn murmured, his voice husky with emotion, as he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. You smiled up at him, feeling a surge of contentment wash over you.

"You're not so bad yourself," you teased, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest once he'd slipped out from inside of you and disposed of the used condom.

Quinn chuckled a deep rumble that reverberated through his chest. You allowed yourself to settle on the sheets, your breathing steadying as you tried to relax your racing heart. As your gaze began to fade, he returned beside you, his hand stroking up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their trail.

"I should probably get going," you murmured, kissing the palm of his hand as he cupped your cheek.

"Unless you stayed, just for tonight, of course," Quinn whispered, his eyes pleading as you bit your lip nervously. "And we could go again?"

You felt your cheeks heat as your eyes darkened.

"Just once more?"

Quinn nudged your chin with a finger, causing both of your lips to graze as a soft breath escaped yours.

"Oh, sweet girl, I plan on taking you multiple times tonight, if you let me."

"Well then, what are we waiting for?"

tags: @quintinh43 @hughes86-43 @josierosie @starswin @ashes2ashesweallfall @megaluke @coldheartedmar @snailss @rhino-saurus @lupinslibraries @alwaysclassyeagle @ru-kru @xaelia-au @dreamsarebig

[wineauntie]

🥝 KIWI 🥝 – q. hughes x fem!reader

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CHAPTERS

only angel

medicine*

she

satellite (coming soon!)

lights up (coming soon!)

falling (coming soon!)

meet me in the hallway (coming soon!)

two ghosts (coming soon!)

canyon moon (coming soon!)

sunflower vol. 6 (coming soon!)

matilda (coming soon!)

watermelon sugar (coming soon!)

late night talking (coming soon!)

as it was (coming soon!)

sweet creature (coming soon!)

daylight (coming soon!)

golden (coming soon!)

adore you; epilogue (coming soon!)

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[wineauntie]

SHE — quinn hughes x fem!reader

previous part series masterlist.

summary: the aftermath of you and Quinn’s night together.

note: this is 100% a filler part but I love fillers, so let’s survive this together!

warnings: angst, implication of sex, nothing else really!

word count: 1.5k

The Vancouver sun shone in on top of the white sheets that shrouded Quinn's body. It was a beautiful morning outside, the sky clear of its usual overcast as the cars on the streets bustled past, the soft hum being heard through the apartment windows.

Your toes skimmed the cold wooden floorboards as you glanced back at the naked man sleeping beside you. You looked back towards the clock on his bedside table, the numbers flashing nine forty-five am. With a shallow yawn, you stretched your arms, wincing as the movement caused your body's aches to present themselves.

As Quinn had suggested, the two of you had gone multiple rounds, each one of them intense, consuming and unwavering and well it was safe to say that you...well, you were well spent.

You stood on shaky legs, quietly scanning the tidy room for your articles of clothing. You crept across the wooden floor, wincing when it crackled beneath you. You crouched and grabbed your pants, shoes and top off of the floor, gathering them in your hands. You'd long given up trying to find your panties and bra, choosing to escape whilst Quinn was still asleep.

This was how it always went.

You'd have fun with someone and leave straight after or run off in the morning.

But why did this time feel so different?

Why was your heart racing, cracking beneath a silent guilt that had flooded your veins? Unlike any other one-night stands you'd had (all of which could be counted on one hand), you'd never felt any sort of guilt leaving without warning.

But now?

Oh, your heart swelled at the sight of Quinn's ruffled hair, the faint scratch marks on his back peeking above the sheet that half-covered him, the soft look his face adorned. You bit your lip nervously glancing around, your clothes still clutched in hand.

With one final sigh, you exited the room, slowly creeping across the apartment. You carefully, but quickly, shrugged on your clothes, wincing at the discomfort as you made your way into the kitchen.

Now that the sun shone in, you got to admire the apartment in its entirety, glancing around at all the family photographs as well as various trophies around the place. You rubbed a hand over your eyes, your other hand still latched around your shoes as you approached the kitchen.

Spotting a pen and a half-written shopping list felt like fate. Your steps faltered as your thoughts spun out, contemplating the consequences of your actions. Something wiggled in your veins pushing you to be unable to just leave without a word, not after your night with Quinn.

With shaky hands, you picked up the pen and added a few words to the shopping list, your handwriting wobbly with uncertainty. "Quinn," you wrote, "Last night was fun...sorry, I had to leave early, but I'm leaving my number for you. Feel free to text me, hotshot :)"

Leaving the note on the counter, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what came next. You glanced back at Quinn's bedroom door, feeling a pang of guilt and longing tug at your heartstrings. But you knew you had to go, had to distance yourself before he woke up.

With a heavy sigh, you slipped out of the apartment, the weight of your decision settling over you like a thick fog. You slipped on your shoes once you were out into the hall and as you made your way down the stairs and out onto the bustling streets of Vancouver, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were leaving behind more than just a one-night stand.

You needed to snap out of it. You'd never felt like this before. Your body itched to turn around and crawl back into bed with Quinn, already missing the feel of his body against yours.

But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other as you walked away, hoping that someday, somehow, you would find the courage to face the consequences of your actions and maybe, just maybe, find your way back to Quinn.

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Quinn stirred from his slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, he found himself lying in bed, his mind still groggy from the events of the previous night. Memories began to trickle back, fragments of laughter, music, and the hazy sensation of his nakedness.

Stretching his arms above his head, Quinn's gaze wandered around the room, piecing together the remnants of the night. Beside him, a space lay where you had once shared his bed. A faint scent lingered in the air, a mixture of perfume and the promise of something ephemeral.

He shut his eyes briefly before he swung his legs over the side of the bed and planted his feet on the cool hardwood floor. With a yawn, he rose from the bed, the memories of the previous night still fresh in his mind. Quinn found his lips quirking up as he stepped over your bra and panties that had been strewn across the floor, just peaking out from beneath his curtains.

His heart twinged at the thought of you escaping before he'd had to chance to give you breakfast. It wasn't his usual protocol for this type of thing, but there was something about you that he couldn't pinpoint.

You were enigmatic and your smile had him hooked from the moment he'd seen you across the bar. Every time he closed his eyes, your laughter echoed in his ears, tugging at the strings of his heart. It was a peculiar sensation, one he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Quinn's thoughts drifted back to the night before. He remembered the way you had effortlessly commanded the attention of everyone around you, yet remained seemingly unaware of your own allure. It was as if you held a secret, one that Quinn was desperate to unravel.

And you had slipped right from between his fingers.

With a sudden downtrodden mood engulfing him, Quinn grumbled as made his way to the kitchen, the thought of coffee beckoning him forward. As he reached for the coffee pot, his gaze fell upon a folded piece of paper resting on the countertop. Intrigued, he picked it up, unfolding it with scrunched brows.

His heart quickened as he read the message scrawled across the page in messy script. It was left by you, no doubt, explaining your disappearance along with your number scrawled across the paper.

He found himself grinning, the memory of you filling his mind and all its possible cracks. You with your shining eyes and the way you laughed, you with your charm and the way you breathlessly called his name as you came.

Quinn found his heart swelling with a mix of excitement and relief. The note was a red string, tying him back to you, a lifeline to you, who had entered his life so unexpectedly yet left an indelible mark. He couldn't help but feel a flutter in his stomach whilst a surge of gratitude wracked through his body, that the number had been left.

With a sudden sense of desperation to talk to you, Quinn reached for his phone, punching in the digits you had left for him. His thumb hovered over the call button for a moment, a flurry of thoughts racing through his mind. What if you didn't respond? What if it was all a fleeting moment, destined to be forgotten with time? What if he was being clingy?

Quinn huffed and ran a hand down his face. He was overthinking things. He tended to do that.

Pushing aside his doubts, Quinn took a deep breath and pressed the button. He lifted the phone to his ear with a deep breath, as the dial tone rang out. The seconds ticked by slowly as he waited, anticipation coursing through his veins.

Then, like a beacon of hope, he heard a click. He straightened in anticipation, his heart pounding. Quinn's heart sank as an automated voice rang out.

"The number you have dialled is not in service. Please check the number and try again."

Disappointment washed over him, mingling with a tinge of the purest sadness. Had the night been a fleeting moment, destined to live in the past? He couldn't shake the feeling of longing that gnawed at him, the memory of you slipping further and further away from his reaching grasp with each passing second.

Frustration bubbled up inside him as he stared at his phone, willing it to ring with a response from you. But deep down, he knew that it was futile. You were gone, leaving behind nothing but a bittersweet memory (...and your panties and bra).

With a heavy heart and even heavier soul, Quinn set his phone down, the weight of the situation settling over him like a dark cloud. He couldn't help but wonder what could have been, the possibilities swirling in his mind like a hurricane, causing chaos and destruction, yet at its heart, it was a surreal stillness, his only focus being the thought and memory of you.

tags: @lupinslibraries @ru-kru @quintinh43 @hughes86-43 @josierosie @starswin @ashes2ashesweallfall @megaluke @coldheartedmar @snailss @rhino-saurus @alwaysclassyeagle @xaelia-au @dreamsarebig @bunbunbl0gs

[wineauntie]

ONLY ANGEL – Quinn Hughes x fem!reader

next part. series masterlist.

summary: You are an Angel, at least Quinn seems to be convinced so.

note: I’m so hyped for this series istg 🙏

warnings: MDNI, use of y/n, fem!reader, name Layla used (change if your name), alcohol, suggestive content but nothing major.

word count: 2.9k+

Any and all feedback welcomed <3

Quinn Hughes was wound up tight. He'd been working himself to the point of depletion over the past few weeks, immersing himself completely in hockey to the point where Petey had to intervene. He got like that from time to time. He remembered being a kid and being so obsessed with the game that he'd dream of plays and wake up only to run them.

It was a constant cycle that drained him but he wouldn't have it any other way.

The Canucks had played well tonight, winning 3-1, but the game had been tough and resulted in various injuries for multiple players. Quinn was exhausted, but he allowed Petey to drag him out with a few other guys to let loose a little. They had a solid seven days without a single match to play, it was practically written in the stars.

It was a small enough bar, the one that they had chosen, with a live band and neon red lights plastering the walls. The group had been situated in a booth just off to the left of the bar counter, partially hidden by a pillar. Quinn sipped his first, frigid beer of the night as the guys around him laughed and joked, all of them, one or two bottles into their endeavours. His eyes scanned the room as he drank, drinking in the crowd of people shuffling in and around the bar, collecting their drinks and talking.

Quinn always liked this part of life– the observation part, that is. He liked to watch people as they went around doing their own little things, oblivious to other happenings in another area. It was fun to jump his gaze between the hen party singing loudly with an entire bottle of Sambuca in hand and the two, jacked-up bikers in all leather playing a vicious game of darts in the far corner.

He allows his eyes to jump again, and suddenly the world stills. Now, Quinn isn't one to believe that the world could ever fall silent, but sitting in this booth, in a downtown bar with the constant waft of alcohol, the world completely quietens.

Everything ceased to exist at that very moment…everything but you.

Seemingly, you were smiling at some noiseless joke your friend was making, your finger moving your straw around your half-finished glass as the lights around you, bathed you in red. It bounced off of your hair and skin, reflecting in your shining eyes. Quinn shifted in his seat, his eyes still locked on your oblivious self as his mouth parted ever so carefully.

You were an Angel, he decided. You had to be. No one had ever captured his attention quite like you had, and captured would perhaps be the wrong word. You had completely and utterly debilitated him to the point where his only thought was to approach you and get to know you. He watched as you threw your head back with another carefree laugh, lifting your drink to finish it before your eyes levelled and ran across the patrons of the bar.

And then they landed on Quinn.

Quinn clutched his drink so tightly, that he thought it might break under the pressure. Your inquisitive eyes shone despite the darkness, searching his own lingering pair whilst your lips curled into a small, shy smile before you averted your gaze back to your friend. Quinn let out a breath, one he had been holding in fear of disturbing whatever dream-like state he must've been in.

He felt an elbow to his side, instantly jerking his head towards a concerned Petey, who seemed to be studying him. Quinn cleared his throat and gulped down his drink under his friend's watchful eyes.

"Are you alright?" Petey carefully asked as Quinn placed the empty bottle on the table. "You zoned out for a minute or so…"

A minute or so? Only a minute or so?

Quinn felt like he'd spent years beneath the soft light of your gaze. He felt like he could spend a thousand more beneath it had Petey not startled him.

"Yeah, I'm good, man," Quinn eventually spoke, his eyes flitting toward you. "I think I'm going to go get another drink." He stood and turned to the table. "Another round?"

The guys of the team cheered loudly, barely drawing any attention to them with their cheers blending perfectly in with the bar's upbeat ambience. Quinn made his way through the brewing crowd until he finally reached the sticky countertop. His eyes drifted to you every few moments, he probably looked like a creep…oh god, he definitely looked like a creep.

Quinn squirmed slightly and forced himself to look down at the bar counter. He took a few deep breaths in and when the staff came over to ask for his drinks he bought the round for the table and also another round of whatever you and your friends had been drinking. As the drinks were placed in front of him, he began to carry them back to the table, making various trips, unable to manage them all in one go.

However, by the time he returned to the bar to grab the last few drinks, he faltered in his steps, spotting you waiting where he once had stood.

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You tucked your hair behind your ear as you listened to your best friend, Layla describe her recent late-night escapades. She'd been on a business trip across the US for the past two weeks and the two of you were due a major debrief.

"Oh, y/n, it was mortifying!" Layla groaned as you chuckled, "I had to rush the guy to the ER!" She took a long swig of her drink before pouting. "I broke his penis, stop laughing!"

This caused you to laugh harder, your head tipping back as your body shook with glee.

"I can't believe you!" You gasped between laughs, one of your hands settling on Layla's as she grumbled whilst the other lifted your drink to your lips, finishing off the remaining liquid. "I knew you were a heartbreaker I just didn't think you'd ever go as far as dick-breaker."

"The worst part is I never even got to finish," Layla commented sadly, her head swivelling around the bar mindlessly. There was a slight pause before she turned back to you. "Oh my…wait, y/n, cute guy staring at you."

You found your hand placing your empty glass down as you continued to look straight at Layla.

"Seriously?" You asked curiously, for all you knew this cute guy was a joke, Layla's been trying to convince you to get laid all month.

"Yes!" Layla hissed, eyes wide as you searched for any signs of a lie. "Look to the right…my right, just at the edge, just to the side of the pillar."

You hummed and pretended to gaze around the bar before you found whom Layla had been talking about. She was right, he had been staring at you…in fact, he still was. Your breath caught in your throat as you surveyed him, taking in his deep eyes and rugged appearance.

Layla was lying. He wasn't just a 'cute guy', he was breathtaking in a way you couldn't even begin to explain. His hair was slightly tousled, his face still and careful as you relished the sight of him. There was something so surreal about him, perhaps, it was the way the lights cascaded over his slightly curled hair or the way he stood out amongst the various other men surrounding you. He was like a lighthouse in the dark, a shining beacon of something…of anything, the possibilities seemed endless. A small smile tugged at your lips before you bashfully turned back to Layla, who held the world's most meddling grin you've ever witnessed.

"You're getting laid tonight," Layla sung rather decisively as her grin remained plastered across her face.

And for just this once, you hadn't argued with her.

It's not like you were a virgin or practised abstinence, you just could never find time to get out and meet people, and that tended to be a huge part of actually, you know, sleeping with them.

You let your eyes drift over in his direction once again, this time catching a glimpse of him ordering drinks at the other side of the bar, not sparing you a single glance. You sighed, your face pulling down as you looked at your hands.

It had been too good to be true.

"Hey, hey, hey," Layla softly chided from where she watched the whole scene. "No being sad allowed, tonight is for fun, don't let that idiot bring you down."

"–And two more drinks for you two," the bartender drawled, sliding across two fresh drinks.

"We didn't order these," Layla scrunched her eyebrows together as the two of you exchanged questioning looks.

"Courtesy of the man in the corner," the bartender huffed before moving on to the next order. Your eyes were wide in shock as you looked towards the man who was now carrying a few bottles of beer back to his table.

"Okay, now you have to go over," Layla gawked, her hands latching around her new drink. "Hot and a gentleman? Go get him and get laid!"

You bit your lip, your eyes drawing towards the man once more before you nodded and picked up the drink.

"I think I'm going to go say thank you," you started, a sudden confidence filling you as you slid off of the bar stool you had been perched on. Layla whistled and clapped, her mischievous grin unwavering as you wove through the crowd. You managed to eventually make your way to where the man had once been standing. There were two beers left standing and silently you thanked any higher force of power that you hadn't missed your opportunity.

You heard someone clear their throat despite the loudness of the room causing you to glance back, only to spot the mystery man looking right back at you.

"Oh, sorry!" You apologised moving out of his way.

"Don't be,"

His voice.

Oh, his voice.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as he stood beside you, leaning on the bar top, mimicking your stance.

"I just came to say thank you," you explained, your eyes locked on his as he listened to your every word. Now that you were closer you could admire the depth of his eyes much better, you couldn't complain. "…for the drink, I mean."

The man let a small smile quirk up as you gestured to the bar in explanation. "No need to thank me," he replied, his voice smooth like velvet, sending delicious shivers down your spine. His words sent a surge of warmth coursing through your veins as you ducked your head.

"Thank you anyway," you murmured, unable to tear your gaze away from his. The electricity in the air crackled with anticipation, the world around you fading into insignificance as you stood locked in the moment. "I'm y/n, by the way." You stuck out your hand between the two of you, your eyes never leaving his.

"Quinn," he supplied, shaking your hand gently, his thumb caressing your skin as he did so. You gulped as you glanced down at the gesture before returning to his watchful eyes- the eyes you found yourself adoring more and more.

"It's nice to meet you, Quinn," you replied, a hint of breathlessness creeping into your voice as you felt the heat of his hand against yours. The world around you seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of anticipation.

Quinn's smile widened, his eyes twinkling with a playful glint as he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours. "The pleasure is all mine, y/n," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

He said your name in a way you imagined someone worshipping another. It was a growl both pleading and deep, urging your senses to go haywire.

You chuckled nervously, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at his words. "Anyways, I appreciate the drinks," you added, a grateful smile playing on your lips as you glanced around the bar. "It's been a rough week, and it's nice to let loose for a change."

Quinn nodded understandingly, his eyes softening as he listened to you speak. "I know what you mean," he replied, his voice gentle as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "Sometimes, all you need is a night to take your mind off things, a distraction."

You hummed in agreement, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you at his understanding. There was something about Quinn that put you at ease, something genuine and comforting that drew you to him like a magnet.

"Is that what you want then?" You asked, courage swimming through you as you dared to tread along the gap between safety and rejection. "A night to take your mind off things?"

Quinn's gaze darkened slightly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours in the space between you.

"Maybe," he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. "But I have a feeling that spending the night with you would be anything but a distraction."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a rush of heat flooding your cheeks as you met his intense gaze. There was no denying the magnetic pull between you, the undeniable tension that crackled in the air like electricity.

"Are you suggesting…?" you trailed off, your voice barely above a whisper as you dared to voice the unspoken desire that hung between you.

Quinn's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he closed the distance between you, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back, drawing you in closer.

"I'm suggesting that we take this somewhere a little more private," he murmured, his voice sending a surge of desire coursing through you. "Somewhere we can really get to know each other."

You swallowed hard, feeling a rush of anticipation flood through you at his words. There was something undeniably thrilling about the prospect of being alone with Quinn, of exploring the depths of desire that simmered between you.

You glanced back at Layla with wide eyes pointing towards the door as she gave you the widest smile and biggest thumbs up.

Without another word, you turned back to the man and nodded, your heart thumping against your chest as you let Quinn lead you out of the bar and into the cool night.

Quinn hadn't even told the guys he was leaving, his sole focus was you and your lip between your teeth as he guided you towards his car that he had originally intended to leave in its spot overnight.

The two of you had remained connected by your hands even when you stumbled on the curbside, flinging you further into Quinn's arms. His hands steadied you, caging you to his body. His deep gaze held yours as you lifted your head, apologies dying in your throat at the lust rising in Quinn's eyes. His hand moved to rest on the small of your back and drew you closer until there was barely a breath of space between you.

You took a sharp breath in as your noses brushed each other, your eyes fluttering as your hands lingered on his biceps.

"I've been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you," he confessed softly, his words sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through you. "Can I?"

You could feel the heat of his breath against your lips, sending jolts of excitement through you. Without a word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you as your lips met in a kiss. Your lips met his in a fierce collision, igniting a firestorm of desire that burned hot and wild. Each touch was electric, sending sparks dancing across your skin as the two of you melted into each other's embrace.

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, you felt Quinn run his tongue over the seal of your lips, seeking permission to explore. He held onto you so tight as if scared you would slip from his grasp. Your bodies pressed together, fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle, with your hands roaming greedily, tracing every curve and contour, leaving fire trails in their wake.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the intensity of the moment, consumed by the flames of your desire. Nothing else mattered but the heat of the connection, the overwhelming need to be close, to touch, to taste.

Quinn and you found yourselves lost in a daze, your breaths mingling in the charged air between you. With a soft smile, he retreated, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch gentle yet filled with a rough and unspoken promise.

Quinn's demeanour shifted upon moving his hand to run his thumb over your swollen lips, his eyes darkening as a low, primal growl rumbled in his chest.

"We're not finished yet," his head tilted downward to face you, his voice husky with need. You felt a smile spread across your face, trying to hide your budding glee at his words.

"I think you need to take me back to your place," you agreed, pressing another searing kiss to his lips before pulling back slightly, moving your head so that your lips grazed the shell of his ear. "To finish, of course."

[wineauntie]

🥝 ABOUT KIWI 🥝

below the cut you’ll find everything you need to know about my au series “Kiwi”!

contains; summary, warnings + tropes!

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plot summary:

In which, a one night stand leads to a long road of chaos.

or

Quinn Hughes finally feels settled in his role as Captain of the Canucks, his skills shining on the ice. However, when his teammates invite him out for drinks post-game, he eagerly embraces the chance to unwind and enjoy himself.

Meanwhile, you're no stranger to the bar you find yourself sitting with a friend, who’s determined to get you laid. So, when a charming stranger buys the group a round of drinks, you can’t help but let your thoughts linger on him.

To Quinn, you're nothing short of an angelic presence, captivating him from the moment he lays eyes on you. Instantly infatuated, he knows he wants you in a way he's never desired anyone else.

But just weeks later, you show up at Quinn's door with pregnancy tests in hand, throwing his world into disarray. The once-familiar landscape of his life now feels alien as he grapples with the unexpected consequences of one fleeting night together.

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tropes:

accidental pregnancy

he falls first and harder

mutual obsession

“I don’t need your help” x “I know, but I want to help anyways.”

adores reading x will read anything you recommend

scared to love gf x loves so openly bf

words of affirmation gf x acts of service bf

“I don’t want to get hurt again” x “I will personally destroy anything that tries”

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warnings:

this story will contain mature content and holds an 18+ warning. Chapters marked with an asterisk (*) will denote smut!

There are various topics which will be discussed such as;

accidental pregnancy + it’s ups and downs

mental health

poor family relationships (on the readers side)

drinking alcohol excessively

and as stated already, mature content.

— if any other warnings arise, I’ll add them to here!

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[wineauntie]

People seem to be liking Kiwi, so I might start making a tag list?

Reply beneath to be tagged in future parts 🫶🏻

[wineauntie]

I won’t lie, the next chapter of Kiwi is allll Quinn Hughes smut, like right from the get go 🫣

[wineauntie]

Kiwi readers, please help me decide please

expanded:

1) miscommunication to the max: You flee Quinn’s apartment before he wakes up, leaving your phone number with a note. You don’t hear back from him and you give up the thought of seeing him again. (Twist: Quinn wanted to text you but he thinks the number 7 in your phone number is a 1, leaving him to think you gave him a fake phone number).

2) nice and sweet: You flee Quinn’s apartment before he wakes up, leaving your phone number with a note. He immediately texts you and the two of you message back and forth every once and a while. You two don’t get to meet up often due to both of your busy schedules.

[wineauntie]

3K words into Kiwi chapter two and I’m done, it should be out tomorrow evening 👀

It is all smut I can’t lie

[wineauntie]

Kiwi chapter three is in the works and oh the angst is beginning I love it <3

[wineauntie]

Hiii!! hope you’re well. stopping by to say that i’m in love with kiwi 🥝!! I can’t wait to read more about their journey and thank you for sharing your work with us <333

Ah thank you so much, this is so incredibly kind of you to pop by and say!

Kiwi is shaping up to be my favourite thing ever I can’t lie, I’m so excited to post the next part <33

[wineauntie]

WINEAUNTIE’S MASTERLIST <3

Here you’ll find all of my current works and wips!

I do take requests, platonic or romantic, but as of right now, only for Quinn, Luke and Jack Hughes (I’ve been super inspired for them lately!)

this masterlist includes smut, MDNI!

HUGHES!SISTER READER:

ALWAYS AN ANGEL (never a god) — the hughes brothers x hughes!sister reader

I DON’T KNOW WHY I AM, THE WAY I AM — the hughes brothers x hughes!sister reader

IT ISN’T THE END OF THE WORLD — quinn hughes x sister!reader

LOOK AFTER YOU — the hughes brothers x hughes!sister reader

OH NO! – the hughes brothers x hughes!sister reader (requested)

WE’VE GOT YOU— the hughes brothers x hughes!sister reader (requested)

QUINN HUGHES:

ALL I NEED IS YOU…(and maybe painkillers) — boyfriend!q hughes x reader

KARMA — q hughes x famous singer!reader

A SUNDAY KIND OF LOVE — q hughes x gf!reader (requested, smut)

WEAR THE HAT (RIDE THE COWBOY) – q hughes x fem!reader (smut)

au series

FAMILY IS FAMILY — q hughes x single mother!reader (series)

KIWI – q hughes x accidental pregnancy trope

JUNO! – q hughes x singer!fem oc

JACK HUGHES:

ALL BARK, NO BITE — jealous!j hughes x gf!reader (requested, smut)

THESE QUIET MOMENTS — j hughes x fem!reader (requested)

BAD IDEA, RIGHT? — ex bf!j hughes x reader (coming soon)

LUKE HUGHES:

CEILINGS — l hughes x childhood bestfriend!reader

TWO GHOSTS – l hughes x childhood bestfriend!reader (ceilings part 2)

LABYRINTH — l hughes x childhood bestfriend!reader (ceilings part 3, coming soon)

FIVE MINUTES — l hughes x hischier!sister reader

LUKE IN LOVE WITH YOU — l hughes x book lover! reader (headcanons, nsfw)

A HARD DAYS NIGHT – l hughes x book lover! reader

THOSE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS — l hughes x reader (smut)

ALWAYS YOU — l hughes x reader

THE LITTLE THINGS — luke hughes x fem!reader