Sexy idiot —Quinn Hughes.
Summary: Where you get drunk at Jack's birthday party and his brother has to look after you. Plus, you hate each other but not really.
Warnings: Yes. +18?. Enemies to lovers, Reader!Jack's best friend, slow burn, mention of sex (nothing explicit), alcoholic behavior, etc.
The club’s neon lights were a blur of violet and blue and the music thumped so hard you could feel it in your teeth. Your body moved to the beat, feeling the vibration in your spine.
It was Jack’s 25th birthday and for the first time in months, you’d let yourself go tonight. The stress of your work shifts, the looming final exams and your thoughts had all vanished under the influence of three or maybe four gin tonics.
You’d been on the dance floor for nearly three hours, laughing with your head thrown back dancing in a circle with Jack and your friends, feeling invincible. You’d lost track of how many drinks you’d had, you didn’t even know what time it was or if the sun had come up yet.
All you cared about was laughing and dancing while your body felt lighter than ever. Free of thoughts, pressures, feelings and responsibilities. It was as if, for a few minutes, everything had vanished.
“Birthday boy needs another round!” Jack shouted over the music, raising his arms.
“I want one too!” you shouted, trying to reach out to hug your friend.
Jack looked at you with glassy but amused eyes. A smile appeared on his lips when you stumbled, almost falling. But thanks to him, you didn’t.
“No. What you need is a gallon of water, my friend”
“I’m fine!” you protested, even though the room tilted dangerously when you tried to spin around.
“I’m having fun, Jack. Don’t be a killjoy” you finish speaking while moving your body.
Yeah, maybe you’d had a lot to drink but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to keep dancing, you wanted to feel even freer. You wanted this feeling of inner peace to never go away.
“I’m not a killjoy. I’m your best friend. Trust me, you’ll thank me for this tomorrow, Y/N” he replied, sounding a little worried.
His hand took yours and guided you away from the crowd. Everything around you was spinning when they reached some armchairs, Jack helped you sit down.
“Duhhh” you said, teasing him as you swayed until you sank into the seat.
When your body touched the soft cushion of the armchair, your eyes closed automatically, it was as if sleep and exhaustion had overcome you for a second. The music faded into the background as your body relaxed completely.
“Y/N, come on” you heard a voice nearby, Jack appeared in your vision when you opened your eyes. “The ride is here” Jack said and you made a sad face.
His arms helped you up from the armchair while the music kept playing. Your body swayed to the melody and you wanted to walk toward the dance floor but Jack pulled you back again.
“I’m not ready to leave!”
You frowned as you made your way toward the club’s dressing room, your best friend took your coat and helped you put it on, just like a mother would with her child. Your eyes begged him to let you stay a little longer but Jack shook his head as you pouted.
He dragged you to the club’s exit, watching your steps as you kept complaining. Jack found it quite funny, laughing at your stumbles and whines.
When you got outside, your eyes fell on a black car parked across the street. Leaning against the hood was the last person you wanted to see tonight.
Quinn Hughes. Jack’s older brother and the bane of your existence since you were five. Literally, your current nightmare that kept you awake nightly.
Before continuing on, you turned around, looking at your best friend. No way. You weren’t going to leave with him. Why couldn’t Jack just walk you home? Why couldn’t you stay and enjoy yourself?
You crossed your arms, straightening up. Jack cupped your face in his hands, looking closely at you.
“Don’t look at me like that. You’re drunk. You can’t walk. I’m definitely not going to let some random person take you home and I can’t drive”
“I’m not drunk. I’m perfectly fine” you spat angrily, throwing a tantrum.
“Yeah, whatever you say” Jack nodded and spun you around, giving you a little push so you’d head in the opposite direction from them.
It’s unfair. It was a party. Your best friend’s party. Everyone was drunk and they didn’t get a ride just because of that. Jack was way too overprotective when it came to you.
According to him, you’d been out of control lately and any excuse was a good one to go out drinking or dancing. Who wouldn’t do that in their mid-twenties? You just wished your best friend didn’t know you so well. But Jack had been your buddy since kindergarten, it was obvious he knew you inside and out.
Your eyes focused on the guy across the street. He was staring at you without moving, waiting for you. He looked way too put-together for two in the morning. But he looked even better judging you as you stumbled across the street with clumsy steps.
He didn’t say anything when you got close to him, he just raised his hand toward his brother, who waved back and walked through the club’s doors. Leaving them completely alone on the city street.
“Why am I not surprised that you’re a problem, Y/N?” he said under his breath as he opened the car door and leaned in.
“Don’t worry. I’ll order an Uber, go back to your bitter cave” you muttered, fumbling to pull your phone out of your bag while trying to stay steady.
You heard him snort and slam the car door shut but you didn’t care, you started walking back toward the sidewalk, moving away from him.
There's no way he's going to be your ride. You couldn’t stand being near him, much less having him be the one who had to look after you. You didn’t need him. You didn’t need anyone. You could do it on your own.
“Get in the car” he called from a distance.
“No” you replied, trying to unlock your phone. But your fingers felt numb, making it clear you were a little (too) drunk.
You heard footsteps behind you but you tried to walk away as they grew even closer. You stepped onto the sidewalk and swayed as dizziness hit you all at once, your body searched for balance, and you managed to steady yourself.
“You could grow up and stop acting like a little girl, you know?” he said right next to you and you spun around, furious.
How dare he? Call you a little girl? He can go to hell. You opened your mouth to answer him but you froze when you found him so close, less than a step away, looming over you.
He was a head taller than you. You couldn’t help but feel your heart racing. He was wearing a plain black shirt, revealing the veins in his forearms that you tried so hard not to look at. His hair was somewhat long, dark and tousled. The scent of his cologne invaded your senses. His bored, serious expression made you swallow hard.
“I know you hate me but Jack asked me to take you home, so please. Get. in.”
He emphasized the word “get in” and you rolled your eyes. You crossed your arms over your chest while ignoring his request.
“I don’t hate you” you lied, stepping one step closer to his personal space, emboldened by the alcohol.
You were drunk and angry not a good combination for you. Quinn had that effect on you. He drove you crazy. You wanted to hit him and yell at him and ugh...
“I just think your existence is incredibly inconvenient” you said with a sarcastic tone.
Quinn’s eyes darkened and his gaze drifted down your face for a split second before returning to your eyes.
“The feeling’s mutual. Now, move”
You gave an ironic smile. Not in a million years. You weren’t going to listen to him.
When you didn’t move, he let out a frustrated growl. In one swift motion, he slipped one arm behind your knees and the other around your back, lifting you up. He hoisted you off the ground with ease, hoisting you onto his shoulder while holding your legs from behind.
“Hey! Let me go, you beast!” you shouted, pounding his back. It felt like hitting a marble statue.
“Shut up, Y/N. You’re making a scene” he said calmly.
You didn’t. You kept screaming and pounding his back with your fists, hoping he’d let you go. Your butt was literally on full display. The position you were in wasn’t uncomfortable, Quinn knew how to hold you. His warm hands were on your legs, supporting you. Too close to your butt but far enough away not to touch anything.
He walked to the passenger side, opened the door with one hand and set you down on the leather seat. Not caring that he almost banged your head against the door frame. You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him with your best killer look.
“Thanks for showing my panties to the whole world, idiot” you spat angrily as you glared at him.
Quinn let out a silly chuckle as he leaned over you to buckle your seatbelt. You wanted to speak to curse him out but when you turned your face to face him, his face was inches from yours. For a second, neither of you breathed. The silence was heavy, your chest vibrating with a strange sensation.
Your eyes moved toward his mouth and you wanted to take his face in your hands and kiss him. Shit. You really were drunk. And now you were horny, too. Because when the image of the two of you kissing flashed through your mind, you felt a heat rise up your legs to your lower abdomen.
You swallowed hard, realizing that having him close was affecting you more than usual. What the hell was wrong with you?
The seatbelt clicked with a loud, decisive sound. The image faded from your mind and Quinn quickly moved away from you, slamming the door shut and walking around the car to get into the driver’s seat.
The ride was stiflingly silent. You stared out the window, watching the blurry city lights, feeling his presence beside you like a physical weight. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your legs trembling, your stomach fluttering, your whole body restless.
“I feel... Weird” you barely managed to say, your hands rising to your hot face.
“I swear, if you throw up on my...” he said seriously but you didn’t let him finish.
“I’m... hot” you gasped, feeling as if your whole body was hit by a wave of heat.
You didn't see it but you heard his hands tighten on the steering wheel, making a slight squeal, and his shoulders twitching somewhat tensely.
Yes, you were hot. You tried to pull your jacket off, squirming with a moan. So you quickly removed it, seeking some relief. You needed air.
Being cooped up was driving you crazy. Being so close to Quinn was driving you crazy. How could he make you feel this way? He wasn’t even looking at you! Why wasn’t he looking at you? Did he really hate you?
“Relax, we’re almost there” he murmured when he saw you getting desperate.
Finally, he stopped in front of your building. Your blurry eyes focused on the entrance to your apartment and you sighed with some relief. Quinn turned off the engine silently.
“We’re here” he said, his voice strangely tense. “Do I have to carry you to the door, or can you walk two meters without falling?”
You turned toward him, your heart racing and your body tense. You felt your cheeks burning and your whole system crashing. He was looking at you with that idiot face of his. Such an idiot. You wanted to slap him and kiss him at the same time.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Another chance to get a closer look at my panties” you spat suspiciously as you opened the car door to get out.
The silence that followed was deafening. Quinn leaned back, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. But he didn’t say a word. He just gave you a sidelong glance, shaking his head.
Haughty, you lifted your chin high, facing him. Quinn didn’t even flinch. Damn sexy idiot. How could he look so sexy right now? Without saying a word. Without doing a thing.
Unable to take it anymore, you stumble out of the car. You can barely keep your balance, feeling your legs shake. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol or Quinn’s effect on your mind. The cool night air hits your face, making your head spin even faster. You reach into your purse looking for your keys but can’t find them, rummaging through everything, feeling sweat on your forehead. Where are the damn keys? Damn it, you think silently.
You hear Quinn’s car door open and close as you keep rummaging through your purse. You feel a tampon, pads, bills, napkins, lipsticks but you can’t find the keys. You know he’s close, right behind you. You can smell his cologne. It makes you hurry even more to find the keys.
When your fingers brush against the metal of the keys, you feel a sense of relief as you keep walking. Your vision is still blurry and your heart is racing but you know it’s not the alcohol.
You open the building door and step inside, leaving it open just enough for Quinn to follow you in. When you try to take a step, your leg stumbles and you sway in place, losing your balance but before you fall, strong hands grip your waist, steadying you.
You feel the closeness behind you, Quinn’s body barely moves as you straighten up, still feeling his fingers on your skin. A stifled gasp escapes your lips but you hide it quickly. He’s standing too close to you. If you moved back just a little, you could touch him with your body. But you push the intrusive thought out of your head as you walk back toward the elevator, pressing the button to call it.
Quinn stays a few feet away, waiting for the doors to open. When they do, you step inside the metal box and Quinn watches you from outside.
Your eyes are glued to his as you watch him from inside. Quinn doesn’t get in, he just makes sure you’re safe in the elevator and waits with his hands in his pockets. You can’t help but look at his hair, his face, his neck, his chest, his hands.
He’s damn perfect. Standing there, just looking at you.
The elevator doors began to close slowly as the two of you continued to stare at each other. Quinn took a step forward and reached out, stopping them.
“I don’t need to see your panties to know that they already belong to me, Y/N” he said firmly, meeting your gaze and then let go of the elevator, which finished closing completely.
Your heart raced to its limit while your head exploded. He... He had just said that your panties belonged to him. God. Your whole body went into shock. You belonged to him. Your whole body, your mind, your soul belonged to him. You always had.
Quickly, your fingers began pressing all the buttons, trying to stop the elevator and open the doors. The heat in your legs began to rise as the fantasy image of the two of you returned to your mind. You needed Quinn. You needed to taste him. At least once. This time, for real.
The doors opened in seconds and you jumped out of the elevator, running toward the door. Luckily for you, Quinn’s back was just a few feet away.
“Quinn!” you shouted to stop him and when he turned to look at you, you jumped into his arms.
Your mouth crashed into his like lightning striking the ground, drawn by the need to feel him. To taste him. To savor him inside you. His hands gripped your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist as you stepped back into the elevator.
This time, the two of you together. Kissing. Tasting each other. Mouth to mouth. Wild, hard, desperate. Your tongues caressed each other as Quinn pressed you against the metal wall of the elevator and reached out to vaguely mark your floor. Your hands sought his face, his hands your back to hold you.
His mouth was devouring you, literally. His hands never stopped caressing you wherever they could. You couldn’t pull apart, you couldn’t even think.
There was no time for words. There was no time for doubts. There was no time for explanations. You just wanted to kiss, to touch, to melt into one another.
The hatred, the rage, the fury. All of that had generated a desperate desire that enveloped you both.
You didn’t hate Quinn, you hated that he remained calm while your heart was in turmoil over him. You hated that you could have any other man, except him. You hated that he respected his brother. You hated that he was a man of principles.
But tonight, tonight there were no codes. No brothers. No promises.
He fucked you hard against the couch, you fucked him fiercely on the floor. Then he took you on the kitchen counter and you rode him on your bed. You did it over and over, moaning and gasping your names in whispers. Like a secret declaration of love.
Only the two of you existed, fucking all night long. Just as you’d been dreaming for months. Ever since that vacation when things changed between you. Ever since you’ve been silently loving each other for what felt like an eternity.
This could be a series if you want, let me know. Thanks for the support, take care! 💖
