Summary: Quinn loves hearing y/n say his name for any reason, because he loves that she needs him so openly and doesn't shy from it. Even if she's mad, he just loves his name in her voice.
Author note: sort of a request for more of the youngest sibling!reader from @lilmoonily03
Themes/warnings: Smut, pretty much brat!reader
Quinn Hughes x youngest sibling!reader
Word count: 1.8k
Quinn steps into the apartment and is almost alarmed by the silence but he only gets one step in.
"Quinn!" Y/n exclaims making him feel like everything is completely correct in the universe. Her whiny tone bringing him more comfort than he'd care to admit.
"What is it baby?" Quinn smiles as she appears pouting, eyes rimmed and puffy which makes him actually worry as he closes the space between them with a bit more speed. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"I tripped over and bit my tongue." Y/n mumbles which quickly returns his smile before he pulls her chin a little to drop her jaw making before she sticks out her tongue.
He can't actually see any damage but he plants a kiss on her tongue anyway making her jump back with a nearly accusing expression.
"Kissing it better, baby." Quinn smiles pulling her closer again. "I got you a gift while I was gone."
"You did?" Y/n gasps perking up, the bitten tongue long forgotten like the "magic" kiss fixed it immediately. Though when Quinn is moving fast enough, y/n begins to poke having given him a whole 5 seconds to move and reveal the gift. So his name is whined out again making her bite back a smile. "Quinn...what did you get me?"
"So impatient." Quinn chuckles as he moves back to his bag and pulls out a few books that he'd spotted while killing time on his way to dinner with some of the team. He'd ended up in a book shop, admittedly to buy some of his own books, but he couldn't help but search for some of the books that contain filth his girlfriend enjoys reading. "I don't think I recognised any of these from your current collection."
"No. I don't think I've seen these before. Thank you, baby." Y/n hums then grinning as she moves and pecks his lips only for his hand to grip onto her waist and she is kept in a deepening kiss. Y/n tries to break it, but Quinn is unwavering. "Quinn-"
"What baby?" Quinn asks moving his lips from her own to the column of her neck, his nose nudging her jaw to force her head back and give him better access.
Y/n whimpers a little when his teeth sink into her skin a little as he pushes her back.
In truth his favourite thing for a welcome home is always going to be sex. But one big part of that is always his biggest turn on and it's hearing his name spill past y/n's lips again and again.
This time he bent her over the arm of the sofa, teasing her as he pressed his tip against her pussy, slipping forward over her clit. Aided by her dripping wetness making her give him the exact thing he wants.
"Quinn." Y/n whines shifting forward and trying to move back hoping to impale herself on him but failing as he slips and knocks her clit again making her snap a little more annoyed this time. "Quinn."
He doesn't bother to reply with anything verbal, only taking the double whine of his name as reason to thrust forward into her. Both their moans reverb around them.
Quinn is thrusting in and out of her with vigour, hands holding her waist and pressing her further into the arm of the sofa to maintain the control he knows she wants to fight him for but he's lost in his own chase for lust.
Y/n gets off on rougher treatment anyway, something about her youngest child brattiness needing some sort of taming. At least that's how Quinn views it, and maybe gets off on it.
When y/n nears her high Quinn's name rings out her mouth like a prayer and as if it actually is possible to wear out his name, each one grow quieter and weaker before she completely loses her voice. Her pussy spasming around him as he holds her hips using her orgasm to milk himself to his finish before slamming into her as he practically inflates her with his cum.
The heat following her and stretching her walls makes her moan his name one final time. He leans over her holding his body over her own for a second before he kisses her back.
"Aright, baby." Quinn sighs with a smile easing out of her and moving back.
He sucks in a breath finding the view of her completely unmoving as his cum leaks back out of her onto the floor.
They could never have carpet with how much cleaning up his returns home require. Rarely do they actually make it to the bedroom.
"Let's get you cleaned up." Quinn chuckles giving her a gently pat on the ass while she whines at him but makes no effort to move.
-
Quinn sighs as he runs his finger up y/n's spine, standing at the bar as she wears a backless dress.
His brothers and himself just had their last game against each other for the season and going out for a last.
"Quinn." Y/n grumbles as she continues to go ignored by the bartender.
They've been here enough times that the bartender seems familiar with Quinn's gentle possessiveness, harsh enough that the bartender won't approach till Quinn turns properly. At the moment his back is leaning against the counter.
"What?" He asks softly knowing exactly what she's whining his name for. But he's like a genie, in his head he's set a new rule that he needs her to say it three times.
"Quinn, we're supposed to be getting drinks for the table and I'm being ignored and you're not helping." Y/n huffs, glaring at him but he just continues to trace up and down her spine, waiting for that last ring of his name. "Quinn." Her tone snappy and sharp as she loses her patience, probably on the edge of climbing on the counter and jumping to make her own drinks.
Quinn finally turns raising his hand and getting attention immediately while y/n huffs from beside him. He orders the drinks with y/n's input as she leaned on the counter.
Quinn takes the drinks for himself and his brothers while y/n picks up her cocktail and frolics over to his brothers.
Y/n spends the night drinking and drinking till she's practically latched onto Quinn, whining his name as the night draws to a close and they leave, parting ways from Jack and Luke.
They get back to his apartment and y/n slides out her dress before Quinn has even got the chance to close the door properly.
"Quinn." Y/n sighs like a siren calling for him to follow her which he does without a second thought, picking up the dress with a small smirk to himself.
By the time he catches up with y/n, she is crawling onto the bed, completely naked, rubbing at her face lazily with a make up remover wipe.
"Quinn, can you finish it?" Y/n pouts holding out the wipe but Quinn moves to get a clean one, taking the dirty one from her and holding it with his other hand as he gently wipes off her face clean of any residue the first wipe didn't get off. "Thank you, Quinny."
He smiles leaning down kissing her softly which she melts into and chases him as he pulls away from her then smiling lazily at him in all her naked glory.
Her hands raise and make a grabby motion, a silent request (or demand) for him to cuddle with her. He undresses and climbs into the bed with her, rearranging her so she's also laid under the sheets and pressed to him.
"You know my name has never sounded as good as when you say it." Quinn states softly as she nuzzles her face into his neck.
"Quinn." Y/n hums before her tongue strays past her lips and she licks up his neck then giggling to herself while Quinn sighs at her drunk antics.
-
It's rare that y/n is genuinely angry at Quinn. She gets snappy or huffy with him. But upset and angry at him? That's so rare he could count the amount of times on one hand.
In her defence, this occasion was justified. Or it certainly was in her head.
"Quinn, you never listen!" Y/n barks, fists balled and face flustered with emotion. Not the good kind, but it fails to have the intended effect on her boyfriend. Instead all he wants is her to keep saying his name. It's practically hypnotic to him.
"It's just shampoo, baby." Quinn states and she withdraws like he's just told her that a dead rat would makes an acceptable loofah.
"It's the wrong shampoo, Quinn." Y/n frowns crossing her arms, still unaware of how much he's loving the sound of his name in her voice.
She'd asked him to get her shampoo on his way home and while he remember the brand and shape of the bottle. He did not remember the exact label, so he got the wrong specific type. A fool's mistake but he made it none the less.
"I'm sorry." He concedes and y/n melts in an instant. "I'll go out and buy the right one. I'll buy a few bottles so you have a few for a while."
Y/n shuffles towards him and he smiles accepting her hug as she slides her arms around his waist and he pulls her tightly to himself.
"I'm sorry...Can I blame mercury in retrograde?" Y/n mumbles, words muffled by her face pressed into his chest.
"You can blame whatever you like."
"Quinn..."
"What...?"
"I'll just use this shampoo then we can buy more. No point in wasting it. That's stupid."
God forbid y/n do something she deems stupid.
"Alright, well I'll still grab some next time I go out at least." Quinn promises and earns no voice of argument for that. "I love you, baby."
"I love you too, Quinn." Y/n hums, practically purring his name with the knowledge of it having such an effect on him.
Y/n flutters her eyes in a way that has been perfect by years of working her parents and anyone else to get her way.
"Quinn..." Y/n sighs softly earning a look. "...Can we please get to the lake house before your brothers this time? I want time alone there without them."
He's certain this is a side effect of being the last child standing when it came to living under her parents roof. She seems to find it a little more overwhelming or overstimulating to be in such a crowded house without being given time to acclimatise to the unfamiliar environment before being thrust into socialising too.
"Yeah, if you want baby. We can do whatever you want." Quinn nods, though he's hyperaware that she knows starting any request with his name is going to be met with agreement to her any demand.
quinn idea! flashing him while he plays video games and he throws the controller down and pulls you in by the hips and motorboats you…that’s all i’m gonna say!
quinn hughes getting flashed while he games
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it's one of quinn's rare days off, and he's playing video games.
that's not... bad exactly. he's allowed to play video games, of course. you just wish that he would pay a little bit of attention to you.
he's not doing it on purpose, and you know that. the past few games have just been rough for him, he's probably just trying to quiet his mind for a few hours. but it's currently 3 in the afternoon, and he's been playing since 10 in the morning.
you think it's time he takes a break.
really, you've been trying to get him to take a break all day. wearing your tiniest shorts, walking around with no bra, sighing exaggeratedly at any chance you get.
and yet, nothing.
every once in a while he'll call out a, "how you doing, baby?" over his shoulder, but it's not the same.
you and quinn don't get a lot of... alone time together, and you've been aching for it. watching him play always gets you hot and bothered, and he's away a lot, so you try and take advantage of whatever time the two of you get.
but you also understand that sometimes quinn needs time by himself, time to do his own things that he wants to do.
so you let him. but now you want attention.
he's sitting on the couch, looking as relaxed as you've seen him recently. his eyes are glued to the screen, his thumbs flitting across the controller.
you stand next to the tv, and just watch him for a few seconds, loving how soft and happy he looks. comfortable, cozy. his brows furrow as a sound that indicates his character has been hit comes from the tv, and you feel your panties dampen at the sight.
"hi honey," quinn says, glancing at you before looking at the screen again. "what's up?"
you take a deep breath, nibbling nervously on your bottom lip.
then you reach your hands down, grasp the hem of your shirt, and pull it over your head.
you always joke with quinn that he has spidey senses when it comes to your boobs. as soon as you take your bra off after a long day, he appears next to you, hands reaching for your chest. you wake up most mornings with one of his hands cupped around your tit, occasionally squeezing, his own personal fidget.
right now is no different.
the second your shirt clears your chest, quinn's eyes abandon the video game without a second thought and snap to your tits, mouth dropping open silently.
his hands go limp on the controller, and the sounds of his character getting hurt come from the screen, but his eyes don't leave you.
"i missed you, quinn..." you say, a sly smile beginning to spread across your face. you're moving towards him, slowly, feeling pride swell in your chest at the hungry way he's looking at you.
a shaky breath leaves him. the second you're close enough, he doesn't hesitate to throw the controller to the side, his hands darting out to grasp your hips, tugging you into his lap.
you let out a little yelp as your feet are pulled out from under you, but you're in quinn's lap in before you blink.
you look down and smile at him, but he's not looking at your face. his eyes are glued to your tits, his chest heaving.
"thank you," he murmurs, and you giggle.
quinn is transfixed by the sight of your tits, and you can feel him hardening beneath you as he leans forward, burying his face in your chest. you giggle a little bit at the sigh that exits his mouth as you press your tits against his face. your cunt flutters, and you grind down on him, the ache worsening at the long, heavy groan that comes from quinn in response.
"you're welcome," you whisper, your hands coming up to begin carding through his thick, dark locks.
quinn extracts himself from your chest, moving to wrap his lips around your nipple. you sigh, and begin shifting your hips as he starts to suck, opening his mouth wider to try and get as much of your tit inside his mouth as possible. his eyes are closed, whimpering softly. he's gorgeous like this.
you're fully dry humping now, arching your back to push yourself further into him, an appreciative hum coming from quinn in response.
his hands slide up your thighs, his fingers gripping your hip, taking control and dragging you along his hard-on, moaning gratefully into the fat of your tit.
quinn lets up on your nipple, leaving one final lick before moving onto the other one, moving your hips harder and faster the longer you're on his lap.
it doesn't take long for his whimpers to start blurring together, for his lips to get more desperate against your nipple. you realize he's teetering on the edge, pressing you down harder against him, eager to get there, so you decide to do him a favor and push him over the edge.
one of your hands begins caressing his cheek lovingly. you press a kiss to the crown of his head as your other hand tangles in his hair, and then you tug. hard.
he stiffens, instantly. his lips lose their coordination, but he keeps his forehead pressed to your chest as his hips stutter below you.
you smile as you feel a wet spot begin to form below you, soaking through his boxers and sweatpants, wetting your shorts as well. you keep grinding, working him through it. you stop once his whimpers turn into little yelps. quinn appreciates overstimulation at times, but you know that's not what he's looking for right now.
the two of you are still for a few minutes, your breath evening out slowly. you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close, soaking in his warmth.
you're about to stand up, to go get him a glass of water or some food or something, but his big hands hold you on his lap.
"what are-" you start, but you're cut off by quinn stuffing his hand down the front of your shorts.
your gasp of surprise turns into a moan as his deft fingers find your clit with ease, immediately rubbing hard. your hips start moving on their own, chasing the stimulation, practically humping his hand.
you're holding onto his shoulders for dear life, your whimpers and moans increasing in volume when he slips one of his long fingers inside of you.
with quinn being gone so often, you always forget how good he is at this. how much of a natural he is, and how he's been this way since the beginning of your relationship.
his fingers find the spot in seconds, the spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head and the shame to leave your body.
quinn leans forward, burying his face in your neck. he finds the spot right under your jaw that always gets you going and starts focusing his attention there, licking and sucking. you have no doubt that your neck is going to be littered with marks.
and then he stuffs another finger inside of you, stretching you so perfectly and continuing to hammer your g-spot.
"c'mon baby," he murmurs into your ear, voice pleading. "let it go, give it to me,"
you hit your peak with a loud moan, your fingers still tangled in quinn's locks, anchoring yourself. the whimpers flow from your mouth like a waterfall as he rides out your high, easing you out of it while staring up at you with such love in his eyes it nearly makes your heart explode.
he slides his hand from your shorts gently, his fingers sliding through your wet cunt as he moves, a shiver running through your entire body as he does it.
you slump against him, your entire body feeling like it's full of jelly, a blissed out smile on your face.
"fuck, you're so good at that," you breathe. "that was amazing,"
quinn presses a long kiss to the place where your neck meets your shoulder, and you feel him smiling into your skin. "it was," he leans back and looks at you for a bit. "you're amazing,"
you kiss him, letting your tongue slip inside his mouth. you kiss him hard, heavy, intense. despite the fact that he just came, minutes ago, you feel him begin to harden again. you grind down once more, just to see his face screw up, and smirk.
"i know,"
a/n: hey idk if you can tell but i liked writing this one a lot...... actively watching the team canada game so this may or may not be coherent because i'm trying to pay attention to that and also write this because i need to post something that's not crosby!reader so here ya go! thank you sm for the quinn request i luv writing for him <3 thank you all sm for requesting, reblogging, commenting, and liking, i love you all! have a wonderful day/night (:
ooo i’m a sucker for quinn’s gf getting close with his family but even more so his brothers and acting like the sister they always needed i feel like that would make quinn only fall for her even harder knowing she’s the one
ooo i love this! sorry for this being a shorter blurb, i still hope you like it :) thank you for requesting xx
it’s small things like jack texting y/n before him. luke always ending up beside her when she’s over at their place. the way the house feels calmer when she’s there.
she fits into the hughes family like it was always meant to happen.
at dinner, she remembers who hates onions, who drinks what drink like she’s been doing it all her life with them. jack sprawls on the couch with his head in her lap, rambling and of course she lets him as luke leans into her shoulder, smiling.
quinn watches from the kitchen chest warm.
the party’s where it really hits him.
it’s late when y/n brings jack home. quinn and luke hear the door before they see them. jack leaning heavy against her, laughing under his breath over something she said.
“easy,” she says, steadying him. “we’re home.”
she gets him inside, shutting the door behind her with her foot. jack stops walking suddenly, turning toward her like he’s just remembered something important.
“wait,” he slurs. “i love you. like, sooooo much.”
she laughs softly. “okay, buddy.”
“noooo, like i’m so serious. i’m really lucky to have you in my life, the best sister i could’ve asked for.”
“i love you too jack, now let’s get you up to bed.”
quinn freezes.
luke looks over at him, then back at y/n, watching the way she smiles and smooths jack’s hair.
“he’s not wrong,” luke says quietly. “we are lucky.”
jack nods like that settles his point, then lets y/n guide him down the hall.
quinn doesn’t say anything until later, when the house is quiet and they’re sitting outside on the porch.
“they needed you,” he says finally.
she tilts her head smiling. “yeah? and about you?”
“i’ll always need you, there’s no hesitation in that.”
she reaches for his hand as quinn laces their fingers together. “and i’ll always need you guys,”
and also with Hughes boys laughing at Trumps misogynistic joke, is gross on so many levels, they were laughing at the team they have friends on, a team they have praised multiple times and laughing at their mum and all the work she put in. They cared and worried more about impressing a pedo than their mum. Their mum was a standout on the US women’s team but never got to be an olympian because they didn’t HAVE a women’s Olympic hockey team. She missed out. Her sons got to live out her dream and then laughed at it.
