I have a Quinny smut request where he’s hate fucking his gf wearing his old Canucks jersey. Don’t get me wrong, he loved his girl but it’s like a release for him to fuck her hard and get out all the salty Canucks fans he reads about and bad vibes. He even edges her orgasm until she says , he’s the best defensemen in the league! lol
QH43.||quinn hughes.
smut.
quinn can’t stand seeing his gf in a Canucks jersey.
I pranced around the Hughes' summer house in Quinn’s old Canucks jersey, grabbing some water from the fridge before sinking into the plush couch. Quinn and I were the only ones staying here for the week, enjoying the quiet before Jack and Luke were set to arrive and turn the place upside down.
“Baby, what are you wearing?” I heard Quinn’s voice drop from behind me.
The suddenness of it made me jump, nearly spilling my water as I stood up on the cushions. “Your old jersey,” I said, looking down at the fabric. It was massive on me, the hem falling past my mid-thigh like an oversized dress.
“Yeah, I see that. Why do you have that on?” He squinted his eyes, looking entirely unimpressed.
“I found it in the back of your closet and tried it on,” I said, giggling. I didn't see what the big deal was; it was comfortable and smelled like him.
“There’s a Minnesota one hanging right next to it, so why didn’t you put that one on?” He sassed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Well, because I knew you as a Canuck first, so I grabbed this one,” I explained, hopping off the couch and walking toward him, hoping to soften his mood.
“Well, I hate it,” he spat, the bluntness of it taking me off guard. “Take it off.”
“Quinn, what is the actual issue?” I asked in disbelief, reaching out to touch his arm.
“Y/N, now. You’re not a 'Nucks fan. Take it off,” he said sternly. Before I could protest again, he grabbed my hand, leading me with purpose toward our bedroom.
“Quinn, you’re being so dramatic!” I squealed as he guided me into the room. He didn't waste a second, pushing me onto the bed face-down. I arched my back instinctively as he landed a sharp slap across my cheek, making me gasp into the pillows.
“No, I’m not. I hate that team,” he muttered. He reached down, bunching the thick jersey up past my waist, exposing my lace underwear. With one swift movement, he yanked them off.
I gasped as the cool air hit my skin, my fingers gripping the silk sheets tightly. “You’re so wet. Why, baby? Because I’m yelling at you not to be a Canucks fan?”
I heard the rustle of his shorts hitting the floor. I couldn't even find words, just a low moan that escaped my throat as he lined himself up and slammed into me. My arch broke for a second from the force, but he immediately hooked his hands under my hips, pulling me back up so I was positioned perfectly for him.
“Quinn, ugh...” I moaned, feeling the stretch as I gripped around him.
“Fuck the Canucks.” His thrusts became rapid and punishing. He kept one hand firmly on my hip while the other was tangled in a fistful of the jersey he despised so much. “Say it. Say 'fuck the Canucks.'”
“Ugh... oh!” I moaned, lost in the sensation, but he suddenly slowed his pace to a agonizing crawl.
“Say it, or I pull out,” he instructed, his voice low and commanding near my ear.
“Fu-fuck the N-nucks,” I whimpered, the reward being an immediate increase in speed.
“Stupid team,” he growled, digging his fingers into my hips. The pressure was borderline painful, but it sent a surge of heat straight to my core.
“Need to c-cum,” I cried out, my head tossing against the mattress as he slammed harder, seemingly venting every bit of lingering frustration into each drive.
“No, you can’t. Not until you tell me who the best defender in the NHL is,” he challenged.
“Quinn, I—” I panicked as he slowed down again, the friction nearly disappearing.
“You’re the best defender in the league!” I cried out, desperate for him to resume the pace.
“Who am I?” He landed another sharp slap on my ass before grabbing a handful of my hair, gently but firmly tilting my head back so I had to look at him.
“Quinn Hughes,” I sobbed out, my muscles pulsing around him in anticipation.
“So say it, baby. Come on, be a good girl.” He encouraged me, his pace turning frantic again.
“Quinn Hu-hughes is the be-best defenseman i-in the league!” I screamed the words as he hit my g-spot with a final, heavy thrust. The world went white as I came all over him, my body shaking with the intensity of it. He hit his own limit seconds later, slamming into me one last time as he finished, his breath hot against my neck.
I laid limp and breathless on the bed as he finally moved away. I felt him carefully peeling the jersey over my head, tossing the cursed garment into the corner of the room. A moment later, something softer and newer was pulled over my arms. I looked down to see the green and red of his Wild jersey settling over my shoulders.
“Good girl,” he whispered, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to my forehead.
Imagine you suck Quinn off while he‘s playing a video game with his brothers and you want his attention.
Game Over
pairing: Quinn Hughes x female reader
description: When Quinn ignores you for hours to game with his brothers, you decide to make him lose focus in the most delicious way possible.
TW: MDNI, Smut, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, cum in mouth, kind of rough bj?, established relationship.
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The living room is bathed in the blue glow of the massive TV screen, where digital characters are locked in combat. For three hours now, Quinn has been sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide in those ridiculously short athletic shorts that leave little to the imagination. His brothers' voices crackle through his headset as they strategize, completely absorbed in their virtual world.
You've been trying to be patient, you really have. But watching Quinn like this, thigh muscles tensing as he leans forward, long fingers dancing across the controller, occasional curses under his breath when something goes wrong, it's doing things to you. Things that make you press your thighs together, shifting uncomfortably on the armchair across from him.
"Quinn," you try, but he doesn't hear you, too focused on the game.
You wait another ten minutes, watching as he runs a hand through his hair, exposing the sharp line of his jaw. That's it. You've had enough.
Slipping off the armchair, you crawl across the carpet on your hands and knees, stopping between his spread legs. Quinn glances down, a flicker of acknowledgment in his eyes before they return to the screen.
"Not now, babe," he murmurs into his microphone. "Jack, watch your six, I think there's a sniper on the ridge."
You don't move, just rest your hands on his knees. The muscles jump beneath your touch, but he doesn't push you away. Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to the inside of his thigh, right above the hem of his shorts.
"Fuck," he mutters, shifting slightly. "Hang on, guys, I'm getting interference."
Your hand trails higher, palming him through the thin fabric of his shorts. He's already half-hard, responding instantly to your touch despite his attempt to remain focused on the game.
"Babe, seriously," he says, trying to push your hand away without dropping the controller. "We're in the middle of a match."
You ignore him, fingers tracing the length of him before curling around his growing erection. Quinn's breath hitches, his hips bucking slightly into your touch.
"Quinn? You still there?" comes Jack's voice through the headset.
You don't give him time to recover or to protest again. Your fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down his hips. Quinn lifts slightly, a subconscious concession and you pull them to his mid-thighs, freeing his cock completely. It springs up, thick and hard, the head already flushed and beading with a clear drop of precum.
You start with your hand, wrapping your fingers around his hot, velvety skin. You stroke him slowly, from the base to the tip, twisting your wrist just slightly on the upstroke. His breath hitches and you can hear the faint sound of his brothers' voices still crackling through the headset.
Quinn tries to respond, but his voice is tight. "Yeah… on it." His knuckles are white where he grips the controller, his focus completely split. You lean in, flattening your tongue against the underside of his cock right where the vein throbs. You lick a slow, deliberate stripe from base to tip, savoring the slightly salty taste of his skin and the musky, clean scent of him. When you reach the head, you swirl your tongue around the ridge, dipping into the slit to lap up the bead of precum gathered there.
"Fuck," he breathes out, a little too loud. His hips twitch upward, seeking more contact.
"What was that?" Luke asks. "You okay?"
"Fine!" Quinn grits out. "Just… stubbed my toe."
You smile against his skin and take him into your mouth then, but just the head at first. You seal your lips around him and suck gently, your tongue flicking against the sensitive part on the underside. Quinn's hand flies to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, not pushing, just holding on. His thighs tense on either side of you. You start to bob your head, taking him a little deeper with each pass, your hand working his shaft in time with your mouth.
"Quinn, you're just standing there! Move!" Jack yells.
"I'm… trying," Quinn gasps, his voice strained. You can hear the frantic clicking of his joystick, but his character on screen is barely moving.
You take him deeper then, letting your saliva coat his shaft. You relax your jaw and breathe through your nose, sinking down until he hits the back of your throat. You hold him there for a moment, your throat constricting around him, before pulling back with a wet, obscene sound. A string of saliva connects your lips to his flushed head.
"Fuck this," he growls, and with a desperate fumble, his hand slaps down on the mute button on his headset cord. "I can't," he pants, finally free to make noise.
"God, look at you," he groans, his voice already wrecked as you immediately dive back down, taking him deep. "Your mouth is fucking perfect."
You establish a ruthless rhythm, bobbing your head, one hand stroking what your mouth can't reach. The room fills with the slick, sloppy sounds of your mouth working him over. Drool escapes your lips, dripping down his shaft and over your fingers, making everything wetter, messier.
"More," he demands, his hips beginning to thrust up to meet your downward movements, chasing the wet heat of your mouth. "Take all of it, baby."
You comply, relaxing your throat and taking him to the hilt. Your nose presses into the coarse hair at his base and you swallow around him. The sensation makes him curse, his whole body bowing off the couch.
"Fuck yes… Choke on it, baby," he groans, hips twitching as more saliva drips down your chin. His fingers tighten in your hair, guiding your movements. "Just like that. Take my fucking cock."
You pull back to gasp for air, a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips to his tip. You use the mess to your advantage, your hand gliding effortlessly up and down his slick shaft as you lean down to suck his balls into your mouth, rolling them gently with your tongue.
"Fuck, baby," he chants, his legs trembling uncontrollably now. "You're gonna make me come. Don't stop."
You release his balls and take him back into your mouth, more desperate this time. You're messy and purposeful, letting drool coat him completely. You look up through your lashes, meeting his dark, hooded eyes. The sight of you, lips stretched around him, tears of effort pricking your eyes, is his undoing.
His hips snap up, fucking your face in short, sharp thrusts. "Gonna come," he warns, voice breaking. "Fuck, I'm gonna come down your pretty little throat."
You moan around him in encouragement and that's all it takes. With a guttural cry, he buries himself to the hilt and pulses, spilling hot and thick down your throat. You swallow it all, continuing to suck gently as he rides out his orgasm, his body shuddering with the force of it.
When he finally collapses back against the couch, you pull off him with a final, wet pop. His chest is heaving, his face flushed, his lips parted. He looks completely wrecked and utterly gorgeous.
He reaches for you, pulling you up into a messy, breathless kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. "You did so good, baby. Love you so much," he murmurs against your lips. "I think you earned yourself a reward for being such a good girl."
╰ Synopsis You’ve been friends with Connor for years, so he wasn’t very oblivious to the fact that you had no experience, but when you confirmed it, he was shocked. And he had no shame asking if you were experienced, and he also had no shame guiding you through your first time.
tags/contains Connor Bedard x fem!reader. Smut, NSFW content, 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, praising, porn with plot, teasing, unprotected sex, cum eating, finger sucking, virgin reader, use of pet names, best friends to lovers (??), bsf!reader, yearner!reader, 3.1k words, requested.
➺ from Sera, to you📨. I’m so desperate for him omg I’m so happy I wrote a fic for him finally 👅 have safe and happy fourth of july 🫰
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Connor wasn’t very oblivious to the way you seemed to orbit around everyone except men. It shouldn’t be something that he should notice, but he, of course, did.
He came to the realisation over the last few years, the last time he could remember you mentioning someone romantically had been, what? Before he’d been drafted? He had never heard you talking about guys romantically since then, and you didn’t talk about talking to a guy either.
And it actually never really bothered him either. And he’d never asked why. It didn’t feel like his business, and probably because being honest with himself, he liked it that way.
The thought crept in before he could shove it aside.
He liked being the person you called when you were feeling down. He liked that your weekends somehow found their way back to each other. He liked that his apartment felt a little more lived in, your shoes abandoned by the door.
Connor wasn’t ashamed of his experience with other girls. Neither was he proud of it. He never brought up if he ever had sex with another girl. He didn’t know if it would hurt your feelings, or even if you cared. But he didn’t risk it all just to bring it up in front of you.
Connor noticed little things long before he ever put a name to them. Years ago, back when hugs were just hugs between friends, but now every time he pulled you in, you leaned into it a little longer than anyone else ever did.
Your arms would wrap around his waist, your cheek pressing against his chest and you were never the one to pull away first. Connor didn’t really mind and if anything, he started looking forward to those moments more than he let himself admit.
He noticed the way you never initiated contact, either. You would wait for him to throw an arm around your shoulders, or touch your hair when he teased you.
You, on the other hand, had spent far too many nights wondering what was wrong with you. Every guy who showed even mild interest, you got this.. ick, if you could call it that. Even the slightest interest from them seemed to make you shut down. Especially if a guy showed interest in you around Connor, you’d find excuses to drift back to his side.
But Connor’s touch was different from others. Your body seemed to yearn for it in a way that embarrassed you if you thought about it too long. If his hand casually rested on your knee for a moment while reaching for the remote, warmth bloomed under your skin.
You wanted to lean into it and wanted more. But you never started it because what if he found it weird? You two had never kissed; he was your best friend, so the idea of craving only his hands, his closeness, felt a little weird.
So when you said you were touch starved, you didn’t mean you craved touch from just any man. It was Connor you craved for.
You’d never gotten anywhere close to having sex with a guy. The closest thing to intimacy you’d ever felt was the lonely nights when you touched yourself in the dark, imagining the way his body might feel pressed against yours. It left you aching afterward, satisfied but never full, because it wasn’t him.
Earlier that week, you’d been on the phone with your friends, the conversation drifting exactly where it always did when they asked about your love life. “Can we just be team Y/n’s geelings for once?” your best friend groaned, tired of hearing the same name for the thousandth time. “It’s exhausting.”
You laid in your bed, phone pressed to your ear. “Well.. team Y/n’s feelings are for Connor.” You murmured. “And I don’t want to just go and have sex with anyone. I want it to be with someone special.”
The sigh on the other end was heavy. “Someone special who has sex with other girls? Is that someone special?”
She had a point. You weren’t oblivious, you knew Connor met up with girls sometimes. He never rubbed it in your face, he never brought them up, but you weren’t stupid either. You connected the dots quickly and you wish you didn’t, but how could you blame him anyway? He didn’t know how you felt.
You just shrugged at your friend’s question, even though she couldn’t see it. “I don’t know.” You admitted softly. “It’s not like he’s mine anyway..”
Your friends had gently pushed back before, reminding you that you were twenty, that it was okay to want experience, that skipping “fun” because of an unrequited crush on your best friend wasn’t the healthiest thing. And they weren’t exactly wrong.
Back in the present, it was another casual friday night. Connor had invited you over like always, and now the two of you were stretched out on his bed, shoulders pressed comfortably together as you both scrolled through your phones in companionable silence.
You pressed your phone face down on the mattress. “I’m bored..” you said casually. “Do you want to do something?”
Connor hummed, shrugging. “I don’t know.. do you want to watch a movie or something?”
You groaned, leaning your head back against the headboard. “We’ve quite literally watched everything.”
He turned to look at you, his gaze drifting up and down your relaxed form. After a beat, he spoke up again. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” You said, not thinking much of it.
“Are you seeing anyone right now? Even casually?”
You shook your head, suddenly very aware of how close your bodies were. Connor continued, “I’m not trying to be nosy, but I’ve just always wondered. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, you’re literally the best person I know. So I guess I don’t get why no one’s caught your attention. Or.. if they have, you haven’t let them get very far?”
You swallowed. “No, not really.”
Connor wanted to leave you alone but then pushed a little further. “Have you ever done anything? With anyone?”
You met his eyes, cheeks warming. “Is that what you want to do right now? Ask about my sex life?”
He immediately backpedaled. “Well, if you’re uncomfortable we can stop. I didn’t mean to make it weird-”
“I guess.. no” you admitted. “I haven’t had sex.”
Connor’s hand flew up to cover his mouth. He wasn’t laughing, he looked genuinely shocked, eyes wide. After a second he recovered, dropping his hand. “You’ve never touched yourself then?”
Your cheeks burned bright red. “I never said that.”
“So you have,” he said, almost reverent.
“Connor, you’re so-”
Before you could spiral, he added quickly, “Hey, I never said there’s anything wrong with that. If it makes you feel better, I’ve touched myself too.”
You stayed quiet, just looking at him. “Does it feel good?” he asked. He clearly meant when you touched yourself.
“Yeah,” you mumbled. “It’s fine.”
Connor shifted beside you, and you didn’t miss the way his breathing changed. “Maybe it’s just ‘fine’ because you haven’t had a real man do it to you.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. “Yeah.. maybe.”
He was getting harder and you could tell by the way he adjusted his position. Connor wasn’t sure if he was thinking with his dick or his brain anymore, but the words slipped out anyway. “Do you want to feel good? Like, how it should feel?”
You stayed silent, pulse roaring in your ears. You obviously wanted it, but you didn’t know if he was serious. Connor noticed the way you thought twice about it, he turned toward you more fully. “Come on, I’ve seen the way you lean into my touch. You never let anyone else get this near you, do you?”
You let out a shaky sigh. He was for real, the realization made heat flood through your body. “Okay.” you agreed and nodded.
Connor’s eyes darkened. “Okay, what?” He reached out, fingers lightly brushing your arm. “Say it. Say it if you want me to do it.”
You looked up at him, nerves and want twisting together. “I want you to touch me.”
Connor’s hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin as he leaned in and kissed you.
His free hand slid down to your thigh, gripping firmly as he guided you onto his lap. You straddled him easily, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips while he sat back against the headboard. Your hands found his biceps, holding on as he settled you right on top of his hard, covered shaft. The thick pressure against your core pulled a soft, involuntary moan from your throat.
He eased back just long enough for both of you to breathe, before he smashed his lips back onto yours. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulled you tighter against him.
When your mouth opened on a gasp, he took the invitation, his tongue sliding in to meet yours. You welcomed him eagerly, tongues dancing and exploring. You sucked gently on his bottom lip before you both switched, the kiss turning messy and perfect.
You started grinding against him instinctively, rolling your hips to feel more of that delicious hardness. Connor groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. One of his hands stayed on your ass while the other traveled to the front of your shorts.
His fingers toyed with the waistband, slipping just beneath the fabric but not quite going where you desperately needed him. He pulled back slightly, breath ragged. “Is this okay?” he asked.
You nodded quickly, already leaning in to bring your lips together again. His fingers finally dipped lower, finding your clit through the thin layer of your panties. The touch was electric but frustratingly light, not nearly enough. A needy sound escaped you.
Without warning, Connor flipped you both over. You landed on your back with him hovering above you, his body settled between your spread thighs. The new position made everything feel better, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his hardness now perfectly aligned with your core. He kissed you again, as one hand slipped back under your shorts, fingers circling your clit with a little more purpose.
“You’re so responsive.” He murmured against your lips. “Tell me what feels good, okay?”
He leaned up on his knees between your spread legs, eyes dark with hunger as he reached for the waistband of your shorts. In one smooth motion, he pulled them down along with your panties, leaving you completely bare. Shyness hit you instantly and you pressed your thighs together.
Connor was quick to gently spread them open again, his hands warm on your skin. “Don’t be shy, baby.” He murmured, reassuringly. He kissed a slow path from your knee down the soft skin of your inner thigh until his breath ghosted over your core.
He ran two fingers through your wet folds, collecting your arousal. Then he reached for your wrist, bringing your own hand down to touch yourself. “Feel how wet you are for me already?” he said, guiding your fingers along your slick heat. “That’s perfect.”
He lifted your hand to his mouth and sucked your two fingers between his lips, tongue swirling to taste you. The sight alone made your stomach flip. When he released your hand with a soft pop, he lifted your hips and brought his mouth to your core.
The first slow lick of his tongue through your folds drew a sharp gasp from you. It felt incredibly good, even though he was barely doing anything yet. He licked again, savoring you. You lifted your hips instinctively, chasing the sensation.
Connor pulled back just enough to grab a pillow from beside you and slid it under your hips, elevating you perfectly. He kissed your clit softly before looking up at you with a teasing smirk. “Has anyone ever eaten you out before?”
“Connor, you’re so stupid..” you groaned, annoyed and embarrassed at the obvious question.
He pulled back immediately, lips glistening. “I guess I’ll just stop then-”
Your hands flew to his hair, pushing him back down desperately. “Okay, sorry, please.”
He smirked against your skin. “Tell me if something hurts or feels too much.”
You nodded quickly. Connor dove back in with renewed focus. His tongue fucked into you in shallow thrusts while one finger slowly pushed inside your tight heat. He moved it carefully, letting you adjust to the stretch before adding a second finger.
He pumped them steadily, curling them against your walls. “There you go.” He praised, his voice muffled. “You’re so tight, baby. So warm and perfect around my fingers.”
Your moans grew louder as pleasure built. He leaned back slightly to suck on your clit, tongue circling the sensitive bud while his fingers kept their rhythm. With his free hand, he lifted your legs, resting them over his broad shoulders. He devoured you, his fingers pumping faster, tongue working your clit with relentless strokes.
The funny, coiling feeling tightened in your stomach. “Connor-” you moaned, hips jerking.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he asked, barely pulling away.
“Yeah- yes-” Your answer broke off into a broken moan as his fingers hit that perfect spot inside you again and again.
The orgasm crashed over you hard. Your thighs trembled around his head as you came with his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Connor didn’t stop, licking you through every wave until you were twitching and oversensitive. He then pulled back, lips shiny with your release.
“You’re such a good girl.” he praised. He sat back up on his knees, quickly leaning forward to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and the intimacy of it made your head spin.
When he finally pulled away, he was breathing hard, his cock visibly throbbing and leaking. He looked down at you with flushed cheeks and dark eyes. “You want more?”
Your cheeks burned, and you nodded without thinking twice.
Connor sat up, quickly removing the rest of his clothes. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, and flushed dark at the tip. He stroked himself a few times while watching you, eyes roaming over your naked body with clear hunger. “Just tell me if it hurts at all, we’ll stop, okay?” he said seriously.
You nodded. He leaned down and kissed you softly, then lined himself up. The thick head of his cock nudged your entrance. “Relax and breathe, baby.”
You did as he asked, exhaling slowly. Connor pushed forward carefully, groaning deeply at the tight heat enveloping him. “Fuck.. you feel incredible. So lucky to be your first” he breathed, voice strained with how hard he was holding back.
There was a sharp stretch and a brief sting as he filled you. Connor stilled completely once he was buried to the hilt, buried deep inside you. He dropped gentle kisses to your lips, and your cheeks. “You’re doing so good, baby. Taking all of me like that. Such a good girl.”
He stayed motionless, letting you adjust to his size. After a minute, he rocked forward in the shallowest thrust. “How does that feel?”
“Full.” you admitted. “But good.”
Connor smiled against your mouth. “That’s my girl. Just feel me.” He started moving, setting a slow pace. At first there was still a faint ache, but with every gentle thrust it melted into building pleasure. You let one hand drift from your side down to your lower stomach.
You could actually feel the slight bulge of his cock moving inside you with every roll of his hips. The sight only turned you on even more.
He lowered himself fully on top of you, so you two were chest to chest, and captured your lips again. His tongue licked along your bottom lip before slipping inside, kissing you deeply as he thrust. He angled his hips just right and hit that spongy, sensitive spot inside you.
Pleasure sparked sharply up your spine. “Right there?” he murmured against your mouth, hitting it again and again. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
You could only moan in response, nails digging lightly into his back. The coil in your stomach tightened once more. Connor kept his pace steady and deep, grinding against your clit with every thrust.
“I’m- I’m close..” you gasped.
“Good. Cum for me, baby. Want to feel you cum around me.”
Your orgasm hit hard, walls clenching rhythmically around him as waves of pleasure crashed through you. You cried out his name, arousal dripping down his length and onto the sheets. Connor groaned at the feeling, thrusting through your release to help you ride it out.
When your trembling started to ease, he let himself chase his own pleasure. His thrusts grew a little faster, and a little deeper, but he was still being careful. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon-”
He pulled out at the last second with a groan, stroking himself quickly. Warm ropes of cum landed across your stomach and lower chest as he finished. Connor’s head fell forward, breathing hard, before he looked down at you with satisfied eyes.
All Connor wanted to do was stay right there beside you, wrapped up in the warmth of your body. But he knew it wasn’t right to leave you sticky and messy, especially for your first time.
He pressed one last gentle kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed. “I’ll be right back” he murmured. In the bathroom, he ran a clean towel under warm water, wringing it out carefully. When he returned, he sat on the edge of the mattress and wiped you down, gentle between your legs, across your stomach, anywhere his release had landed.
“There.” he said when he was done. “All better.”
He disappeared for just a second to drop the towel back in the bathroom, then climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over both of you. Strong arms wrapped around your waist as he tugged you against his chest, your chest pressed his.
You fit perfectly there, like you were always meant to.
“We’ll have so much to talk about tomorrow..” he said tiredly, sleepy against your hair. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your arm.
You only nodded, too content and exhausted to form words. Your eyes fluttered closed as you let one hand drift back to rest on his bicep, grounding yourself in the solid feel of him.
Deep down, you knew either you and Connor had just fucked up your friendship beyond repair or it would turn out to be the best thing the two of you had ever done. And you really, really hoped it was the second option.
But that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, you let yourself melt into his warmth, safe and sated in his arms.
!!! MDNI - 18+ !!!
Summary: Connor’s been on the road for ten long days. When he sneaks you into his hotel room late at night, you just can’t stay quiet
Warnings: smut, riding, hand over mouth, fingers in moth, dirty talk, slight dom Connor, creampie
a/n: Been missing my quiet golden boy lately…
Word Count: 1,129
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Your heart was pounding as you slipped down the hallway of the Vancouver hotel, hoodie pulled over your head, wearing nothing underneath but tiny sleep shorts and one of you boyfriend's old Blackhawks shirts.
Ten days. Ten entire Days without him. Phone calls and FaceTime didn’t count — you needed him.
He'd been on the road, all over the US and Canada, but you two lived in your shared apartment in Vancouver and it just so happens that was his next stop.
The second you softly knocked on the door open, Connor grabbed you and pulled you inside, locking it behind you with a soft click.
“Finally,” he breathed, backing you against the door and kissing you like a man starved. His hands were everywhere — sliding under the hoodie, gripping your waist, pulling you flush against his bare chest. He was only in a pair of tight black boxers, hair still messy from lying in bed pretending to sleep.
“Missed you so fucking much,” he whispered between deep, desperate kisses. “Every night, I was thinking about you.”
You whimpered into his mouth, fingers threading through his hair. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you either… need you so bad, Connor.”
He walked you backwards toward the big king bed, never breaking the kiss. Clothes came off fast — his hoodie over your head, your shorts shoved down your legs, his boxers kicked somewhere across the room. By the time your back hit the mattress you were both completely naked, skin hot and desperate.
Connor sat against the headboard and pulled you on top of him, hands gripping your ass as you straddled his lap. His cock was hard and leaking against your thigh.
“You’re so wet already,” he groaned, sliding two fingers through your folds. “Fuck, baby… all this for me?”
You nodded frantically, grinding down against his fingers. “Please, Connor. I’ve been empty for days. Need you inside me.”
He didn’t make you wait.
You wrapped your hand around his cock, lined him up, and slowly sank down. The stretch was intense after so long apart. Both of you moaned loudly the second he bottomed out.
“Ahhh— fuck,” you whined, head falling back. “You’re so deep… missed your cock so much.”
Connor’s grip on your hips tightened, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “Shit— you feel too good. Ride me, baby. Please.”
You started moving, rolling your hips in deep, needy circles before bouncing on his cock. It felt incredible. Every drag of his thick length against your walls had you whimpering and moaning without control.
“Mmm— Connor… oh my god— yes—”
“Shhh, baby,” he hissed, eyes fluttering. “You gotta be quiet. The whole team is on this floor.”
You tried. You really did. But it had been too long, and he felt too perfect. Your moans kept getting louder, whinier, more desperate with every bounce.
“Ahh— fuck— Connor, you’re so big— feels so good—”
His hand flew up and clamped firmly over your mouth.
“Quiet,” he growled, voice strained but dominant. “I mean it. Unless you want someone hearing how loud my girlfriend gets when she rides me.”
The muffled sound you made against his palm was pathetic. You kept riding him harder, eyes rolling back as his cock hit that perfect spot over and over.
“Mmmph— mmmph—!” you cried, the sounds vibrating against his hand.
Connor’s head tipped back against the headboard, lips parted. “Fuck… you’re so loud tonight. Can’t even control yourself, huh?”
You shook your head, moaning desperately into his palm while you bounced faster. Spit was starting to coat his fingers. Your pussy was soaking his cock and thighs with every wet slap.
After a minute, Connor pulled his hand away only to shove two fingers deep into your mouth instead.
“Suck,” he ordered, voice rough. “Suck my fingers so you don’t wake up the entire hotel.”
You moaned loudly around his digits, sucking them greedily — tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on his as you rode him like you were trying to break him. The taste of his skin mixed with the obscene sounds of your pussy taking his cock made everything ten times filthier.
“Goddamn,” Connor groaned, hips thrusting up to meet you. “Look at you… sucking my fingers like a good girl while you fuck yourself on my cock. So fucking pretty.”
“Mmmph— mmph—!” you whimpered around his fingers, sucking harder, drool slipping down his hand and wrist.
Connor’s free hand gripped your ass, helping you bounce faster, deeper. The bed was starting to creak quietly.
“You’re gonna get us caught, baby,” he panted, but he was smirking, clearly loving how desperate you were. “All those pretty noises… can’t stay quiet when you’re this needy for me.”
You nodded frantically, tears of pleasure slipping down your cheeks as you sucked his fingers like it was his cock. The pressure in your belly was building fast and hot.
Connor could feel you tightening around him. “You close? Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock while you suck my fingers like a little slut?”
You moaned loudly around his fingers, nodding desperately. Your hips started moving faster, almost frantic.
Connor pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. “Then cum for me, baby. Let me feel it.”
You shattered.
Your cry was loud even muffled by his fingers, body shaking violently as your orgasm crashed through you. Your walls clenched hard around his cock, pulsing again and again. Connor groaned, thrusting up into you through your orgasm, chasing his own.
“Fuck— I’m cumming—Y/N—!”
He pulled his fingers from your mouth and kissed you hard, swallowing both of your moans as he spilled deep inside you, hips stuttering.
You kept grinding slowly on him through the aftershocks, whimpering softly into his mouth until you were both spent and trembling.
Connor pulled back, breathing hard, and brushed your messy hair out of your face. His eyes were soft now, full of affection.
“Ten days was way too long,” he whispered, kissing your forehead, your nose, your lips. “I’m stealing you every road trip from now on.”
You smiled, still catching your breath, and nuzzled into his neck. “Good. Because I don’t think I can go that long without you again.”
He rolled you both onto your sides, still buried inside you, wrapping you up in his arms. His fingers gently traced your spine as your breathing slowed.
After a few quiet minutes, you felt him twitch inside you again.
Connor let out a soft, embarrassed laugh. “Already?”
You grinned, gently rolling your hips. “Round two?”
He flipped you onto your back, hovering over you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Round two,” he confirmed, kissing you deeply. “And this time I’m covering your mouth the whole time.”
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