Summary: A small moment with Quinn after a long day at work.
Quinn hears you come through the door but he doesn't move. He leans his head against the headboard and closes his eyes. Envisioning you hanging up your jacket on the coat rack then bending down to tuck your shoes into the bottom of the shoe rack. Taking the black scrunchie on your wrist and tying your hair up, if you haven’t done that already in the car. The metal details of your purse hitting the kithen counter as you set your purse down. The rattle of your coffee mug hitting the kitchen sink meant that you were almost done. almost to the bedroom. almost to him. and he missed you. He knew by your one word texts today meant that you were swamped at work. He knew that your other coworkers were trying to slide past you for a promotion. He wishes he could bottle up all your worries, but for now he sits on the bed, book in hand, waiting for you.
You open the bedroom door and the soft bedside table light hits your face. His eyes snap open and gives you a small smile. He knows you aren't one for much conversation right when you get home from work. You disappear into the bathroom and turn the shower on. Not being able to focus on the book in his hand, Quinn closes his eyes again and hopes you notice he set your towel in the towel warmer that just came in from online and set some chocolate chip cookies he got from the market on the counter.
Meer minutes feel like seconds when youre in the bathroom because soon you come out and toss your clothes in the hamper.
"Hey baby," he says softly. You climb onto the bed, crawling up to him and lightly kiss him on his cheek, his short stubble is rough against your lips, "hi." Your voice is soft, exhausted. He dog-ears the book page and sets it down on the otherside of him as you lay your head down on his chest. His other arm wraps around you, slowly scratching up and down your back. Soothing your mind from the terrible day. You close your eyes and snuggle closer to his chest. The two of you lay in silence, just listening to each others breath. His hand travels all the way up your spine to your hair, gently massasing your head. The both of you didn't need to talk. You knew that you should listen to Quinn and get a better job, a job closer to his apartment where you spend a majority of your days and nights in, a job where you can get time off so he can whisk you away to long weekends at the lake house. But now you lay on his chest as his fingertips knead out all your worries, because you know the place your truly safe is in his arms.
Warnings: mostly just f receiving. Smut below the cut.
(A/N: I love Nico. That's it. More to come. Enjoy.)
“I’m so full. The seams of my dress are going to bust.” You exclaim, walking into the hotel room. You toss your purse on the couch not bothering to place it nicely in your suitcase. The bed was calling your name.
Nico let out an airy laugh from behind you. “But you still want ice cream?” He followed you into the bedroom and stopped in front of the dresser, placing his watch in its case and taking his wallet out of his back pocket.
“Of course!” You plop down onto the bed, sinking into the feather duvet, your legs dangling over the edge. “I always require a little treat after a good dinner. It’s part of my DNA!”
Nico laugh fills the room and you start scrolling through Yelp to find a ice cream shop nearby.
The dinner was delicious. It was at a place you and Nico have been talking about for weeks. The ambiance of the lowlights and cloth napkins gave you the excuse to wear your new maroon dress. The fabric went down to right above your knee, just flowy enough to where Nico could push up the hem and rest his hand on the inside of your thigh during dinner. After winning his last game and a small break coming up, you decided a little staycation was in order.
Nico's movements out of the corner of your eye snap you out of your scrolling. You watch him turn around and lean against the dresser. You pretend to concentrate on your phone and hope that Nico doesn’t notice.
His fingers move to undo the buttons on his shirt, his eyes are glued to your body. His eyebrows crinkle in concentration and lines on his forehead appear. His hand moves down to his belt and stops, “hey baby?-“ Righ as you turn your head, he unlatches his belt, swifty tugging it off in one pull. You couldn't even focus on what was coming out of his mouth.
“Baby.” Nico says, a little firmer now.
“What?” You say quickly, trying to hide the fact you just got caught.
“I asked if you still want to go in sweatpants?”
Your eyes tilt up to him then down to his hands. It was a quick move but one Nico noticed.
“Yes please.” You whisper breathlessly.
He walks over and places a soft kiss on your forehead, “Ok good.”
Nico comes out of the bathroom not even five minutes later adorning black sweatpants and a gray hoodie. You, however, are still laying half off the bed in your dress and strappy heels from dinner.
“Did you change your mind?” Nico asks, coming to stand in between your legs.
“No. I think I found a good place. It’s only a five minute walk from here.”
Nico hums in response as he kneels down between you legs. He grabs your right leg and places your foot on his thigh. His fingers move along your ankle and his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion until he was able to unclasp the buckle on your heels.
He tosses the shoe off to the side and lifts your leg up, leaving a trail of little kisses up your calve to your knee. Each kiss leaving a little trail of heat. His big brown eyes glance up at you meeting your own, he gives one small smile before placing one last kiss on your knee.
Locked on a trance, you feel every brush of his fingers, every soft breath of air coming from his nose while he kisses up your leg then places your calf over his shoulder. You don’t even notice him unclasp your other shoe until you hear a loud thud.
Your breathing hitched as his mouth continued past your knee moving to the inside of your thigh.
His arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you still.
“Nico, what are you doing?” You ask nervously, placing your elbows back to sit up. Nicos arms tightened around your legs, halting your movements. “Hmmmm?” He hums.
“What are you-“ you were cut off when Nico pulls your lower half off the edge of bed. You squirm around trying to adjust yourself, but your lower half is now being supported by Nico.
“Oh my god!” You grip the comforter for dear life. “My hearts racing!”
Nico leans up scrunching your legs up with him. “Sorry baby,” he pecks your lips, “I just wanted to eat my dessert before we go.” Your mind whirls at his words and he pecks your lips again. “Can I do that baby? You’ve looked good all night. When I saw you come out of that bathroom earlier in that dress. I knew I was a goner. I thought I could wait until after we get back but…,” he adjusts himself back down at the end of the bed, your leg is still hooked over his shoulder, "I dont think I can."
He slides his hands up your thighs, bunching your dress up in the process. His fingers dig into the sides of your underwear and drags them down your legs.
You can feel his wet kisses lead up your inner thigh to your core. A gasp leaves your lips as Nico's arms tighten to hold you in place as he pushes his mouth further into you.
Nico wasn’t lying. He continued to lick and suck until he had your hips desperately trying to lift off the bed. He decided to give in when a whine left your lips. He nudged his tongue into you, making sure to move one hand to your clit.
“That's it baby,” he lifts his head to to peer up at your face over your bunched up dress.
His eyes grew darker as he watched your mouth fall open in pleasure as he picked up the pace with his thumb. He knew you were close.
His tongue replaced his thumb on your clit sucking hard. Two thick fingers slide into you curling into you.
He let go of your hips as soon as you released, letting you roll your hips into his mouth. He lapped up every drop, not caring his mouth would be covered by you.
Your heavy breaths filled the air as Nico finished lapping you up. He presses last kisses onto your inner thighs before he leans up to your face.
“Satisfied?”
“For now," he replies.
Nico gently places your legs back onto the bed and stands up, holding out his hands for you. "Come on, I'll help you up."
Reaching up and Nico easily pulls you up into his chest.
"Woah," you wobble on your feet, your palms rest on Nico's chest.
"Too good huh?" he cheekily grins.
You giggle. "Alright, let's get going."
"Round two after?" Nico asks, his hands slide down your sides and rests on your butt.
"Hmmm," you start to pull away with a sly smile on your lips, "buy my ice cream and i'll think about it."
Nico playfully pinches your butt in return. You giggle, breaking away from his hands and head toward your suitcase.
"If were fast enough maybe we can start in the hot tub downstairs before they close?"
"Oh my god." You pick out your clothes and move your hair to one side, ready to ask Nico to unzip your dress. But he's already behind you, carefully zipping it down.
"Maybe i can ask the ice cream shop for a cup of whip cream to go?"
Your laugh echos through the bathroom.
"Is that weird?" Nico yells back. You only laughed in response, giving Nico his answer. This is going to be a long night.
(Note: Happy Hoildays! It's been crazy over here. Enjoy this piece featuring Mr. Hotter than Starbucks coffee Vince Dunn. Enjoy and stay safe. See you soon.)
Warnings: p in v, oral both f and m, spitting, one mention of alcohol.
Peering out the glass door you could tell the sky was getting darker. The grey clouds rolling in could only mean one thing: snow. The winter was always your favorite time of year. You had fond memories of waking up to the news of school being cancelled and spending all day outside with friends sleding or throwing snowballs. If it was as bad as the weather channel said it would be every surface of Seattle would be covered in thick fluffy flakes.
A sudden arm wraps around your middle makes you tense up until you got a whiff of his cologne. “Ready baby?” Vince asks lowly in your ear. His fingers spread out over your belly caging you between his hand and his chest. His other hand softly grabs your coat from over your arm.
You turn your head to look up at him, “let’s go home.” You could feel his excitement as soon as the word left your mouth. On your last visit to Seattle, you slipped up and called his condo “home”. At the time, it seemed to not faze him, but he hasn’t forgotten it. This trip you noticed he added a vanilla scented candle to his coffee table, a drawer in his bathroom with the exact skincare products you use, and the exact fleece throw blanket you commented on while in Target.
Vince holds your coat open, carefully sliding your arms in. Gathering your hair gently pulling it out of your coat and careful not to get any hair caught on your necklace. You grab his hand and he leds you outside to the awaiting car.
“I need to see this from the bedroom window!” You exclaim as you burst through the condo door. Not bothering to unclasp your heels, you head straight to the bedroom. His bedroom window was above any surrounding buildings making it the perfect place to see the snow. And it was well worth the wait. Snow covered every exposed area in a glitterly wonderland. even the bay was covered. The streets were turning abandoned as cars and people were turning in for the night.
“Enjoying the view?” Vince asks finally joining you by the window. He slips his right hand on your waist, massaging your hip.
“It’s beautiful.” You lay your head back on Vince’s chest. The snow was covering every surface by now and showed no signs of stopping. Even the bay was covered.
“It is.” Vince agrees and brings a glass to his mouth.
“Is that a drink? I thought we were going to drink together?” You ask. Vince leans over to set the now empty glass on the side table.
“Just a little bourbon. I didn’t want you to miss your view.”
While at dinner you talked about making drinks at home and talking about upcoming plans. One good thing about his schedule was that games and practice were always laid out weeks in advance.
You are both quiet as you gaze into the night sky. Vince’s hand skims down your hip to the slit in your dress. His hand feels warm against your bare thigh.
He turns his head and places little wet on your should leading up your neck to your earlobe where he gently bites.
A gasp leaves your mouth when his mouth continues back down your neck. His right hand moves up and he cups you through our underwear. Your hips involuntary grind against his hand.
His mouth continues to leave open mouth kisses on your neck, gently sucking at the place below your ear. "Vince," you whine, wetness already forming in your underwear. He doesn't answer as his hand movments seize. "Vince?", you try again, this time coming out like a question starting to turn around. "Stay," he orders and places his hands on your hips to keep you in place. You can see him on his knees behind you.
His hands move under your dress and hook into your underwear. Slipping them down your legs. He doesn't ask you to step out of them but gently picks up each foot and slips the underwear off throwing them somewhere behind him.
His hands ghost up your legs, spreading them apart until he is able get between them. He bunches up your dress into one of his hands and massages your butt with the other. He leaves wet kisses up the back of your thigh until he gets to your butt, which he gently bites.
"Don't move." He says as he situates himself between your legs with his head aginst the window.
You open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off attaching his mouth onto your clit.
Pleasure runs through your body as he continues flicking his tongue. "Ohmygod," you moan, not even caring that you are in front of his window anymore. His tongue slips inside a moment before he pulls it out. He adjusts his head trying to go deeper but it doesnt work. Pulling back he lets out a huff, "lift up," he demands, already picking up your leg to place it over his shoulder.
You wobble on your heel, holding to the window for support. He doesn't wait until you are stable before diving back between your thighs. The new placement of your leg on his shoulder gave him the access he needs to push his tongue further into you.
Reaching a hand down to his hair you give him a light tug, "im close baby," you rasp. The mix of his fingers digging into your thighs and his nose brushing against your clit has you going over the edge.
He leaves little kisses on the inside of your thigh before carefully placing your leg back on the ground.
The sudden realization hits you, "I cant belive you made me come in front of the window! What if someone is watching!"
Vince chuckles, "nobody is watching baby. This building towers over them all." He leans down for a kiss. His tongue immedailty finding its way into your mouth. His hand comes up to grab your chin and hold it firm as he spins you two around so now your back is against the glass.
The cold glass doesn't even faze your hot skin. Your hands come up to tangle in his hair and gently pull him back. Your chest heaves, "i want to make you feel good." Without breaking eye contact, you slide down the window and bring your hands up to unbuckle his pants. "You dont," he mumbles shyly, "you dont need to do that." His hand brushes through your hair.
"But i want to. And don't worry no body is watching" you jab back, innocently. With a smile on his face he shakes his head. Not breaking eye contact, you lick a strip up his length. His breathing becomes heavier watching you take him in your mouth. "Im not going to last long." He moans as you slide him out of your mouth, placing a kiss on his tip. "Keep me in your mouth," you listen to him and he shuffles foreward until your head is pressed right up against the glass. His slowly starts to move his hips, making you take him deeper in your mouth.
"You okay?" he asks, placing his hands on the glass. You could only nod. He picks up his pace slightly, hitting the back of your throat. You bring up one hand to rest on his thigh and the other plays with his balls.
"Ohmygod." he moans. "As much as I want to come in your mouth, I'd rather do it in your pussy."
He steps away and brings you up. "Hands on the glass." he says and slides into you with one motion. Moans leave both of your mouths as he pumps into you. He hikes up one of your legs, bringin him deeper into you. "Good girl," he says into your ear, "such a good girl for me. Allowing me to take you against the window. Letting everyone know your mine." He doesn't last any longer, spilling inside of you. He pumps a few more times before pulling out.
You notice the glass behind you is now foggy. Vince turns you around giving you another kiss. "That was amazing," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Good." he says, pulling you in again. One of his hands trails down your body between your legs. He pushes two fingers in and holds your chin with his free hand. Curling them in and out, pushing them deeper he analzyes your face with every movement. Your breathing hikes up, "if you keep this up i'll come all over your hand." Vince stops and slides his fingers out, popping them into his mouth. "mmm" he groans, " we taste good. Wanna try? " You open your mouth for his fingers, but he angles himself above your mouth and spits into your mouth.
You can't even react as he slams his lips down on yours. The extra siliva makes it messier. You grip his hair to stablize yourself.
He pulls away, breathless. "Now that was amazing. You wanna to round two on the bed?"
You giggle. "Mmmmm, maybe?"
"Maybe?" he asks flabbergasted, "after that?
"What if i want round two in the shower?" you ask, innocently.
Vince's eyes widen for a second, before he breaks out into a smile, "baby, lead the way."
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