彥genre hurt!quinn hughes x fem!reader, h/c, vanilla
彥summary quinn hughes gets hurt after scoring a hat trick
彥mackâs ipad i like to believe after seeing you in the green that he changes his pfp on instagram and unfollows the cunucks. requests are open thank u for reading!!
watching quinn smack down on the ice after scoring a 3rd goal for his team wasnât an ideal way to spend your night, apparently. the whole day had gone so well.. maybe a little too well that youâd grown suspicious it wouldnât last, now here you are.
it began with quinn having energy and time to spare to wake up early enough so you could wake up, shower together and eat breakfast all within the span of 3 hours with time to spare. he was excited for todays game, his eyes had much life in them as he explained how he planned to score a hat trick tonight. it was the perfect strategy and you were happy to hear his partly ineligible rant as he stuffed his face with banana oatmeal pancakes.
a hat trick at home would be very special indeed
âbut howâs your kneeâ is it feeling better this morning?â the pan sizzled as you flipped his fourth pancake onto its wet side, shifting your visual focus to the kitchen tv with âLauren Lakeâs Paternity Courtâ softly buzzing from the speakers, subtitles on so it wasnât too loud
âbaby, that was two weeks agoââ quinn swallowed, reaching for his beige glass of questionable protein sources and chugging a fat sip before continuing âalso i was only complaining about it because i landed wrong at practice yesterdayâ
âyou promised me,â you roll your eyes upon his response, crossing your arms and keeping your eyes fixed on the tv even though your mind was elsewhere
âand I am not contradicting thatâ!â he added
you turned around to face him, your eyes like darts to his face
âwhat, youâve never busted your ass before?â he raised and eyebrow at you, his sarcasm hinting some sass
you turned back around and shut the stove off
âput that one on a plastic plate i gotta head outâ quinn walked up behind you to the sink, placing his dishes before turning around and handing you a paper plate from the cabinet below, wrapping an arm around your waist swiftly
âwhy dont you do it yourselfâ you scoffed
âdid you know that i love youâ quinn dropped the bomb randomly, the three magic words that easily made your knees buckle every time they left his lips, tingles up your spine and lingering throughout your body
âmaybeâ your smirked, your stubborn front daring to crumble
he buried his nose into the curve of your neck and planted various kisses up and down the side, lightly sucking your skin but not too needy or suggestiveâ just innocent and gentle as your movements froze, closing your eyes and soaking in his presence
he nibbled your ear âno syrup,â he stopped biting,âdont want it spilling on me in the carâ
you nodded, sprinkling some powdered sugar on it
you were about to hand him his platesâone on top of the other to protect the pancakeâbefore tugging them back from his reach and turning your cheek for a kiss. instead, he grabbed your face and pulled you in mouth to mouth, which almost made you drop his pancake. luckily, he caught it just in time, quick like always.
âbye~â he said sweetly before hopping into his car and driving off while you waved
thats when it hit you, that pit in your stomach that felt like youâd forgotten something important but canât pinpoint it. you walked back into the house, searching for something that youre not quite sure what but you feel a sense of urgency.
thats when youâre self guided to the bathroom counter, where he forgot his phone. the relief blew out from your nostrils, thinking to yourself how funny it is that you spend so much time around him that youâve developed a 6th sense for his own shortcomings. either way, that pit never really left your stomach but you saw it best to just ignore it.
sometimes you kinda wished you could sit closer to the ice like youâd always loved doing before you started publicly dating quinn but the hospitality and seats weren't bad. you sat with your m&m kettle corn in a cup and some locally brewed beer in the holder next to you. you werent a beer kind of person but you could appreciate the quality.
youâd passed quinns phone to one of the team managers when you arrived about ten minutes ago so youâd expected him to have it by now. not that you planned to text him but on the occasion youâd absolutely have to or vice versa. that wouldnât be necessary though for your boyfriend, small in size compared to his teammates, slid out onto the iceâhis head down and not paying attention to his surroundings beyond the ice. the cameras displaying on the jumbotron zooming into his laser focused face, the one a lot of people saw intimidating but in reality, there's not much going through his mind at the moment.
he found thinking too much about what he would do during the game right before it would cause him a lot of unnecessary anxiety. so while the commentators and fans are assuming hes stuck with that captain mentality, hes simply meditating.
you felt it easier to do the same since your intrusive thoughts keep picturing someoneâs face getting slashed open with a blade whenever theyâre in a pile up.
the game starts with quinn left hand to the face-off ready to catch the puck from Boldy who slips it behind his skates and straight to him, your experienced defenseman wastes no time and carries it down to the opposing side, two of his teammates not far behind.
thats about symbolic of the rest of the first play against Boston, Quinn doing his usual long shifts and being present for every powerplay for his team.
the second period rolled around and youâd expected this to be Quinn's break period. âbreakâ obviously means that his shifts would be shorter and interchangeable with two other players, but you knew if it was up to him heâd probably stay on the ice for the whole period.
there obviously wasnât much you could observe with your naked eye from where you were sitting but you could see the game was going just fine, Minnesota had the advantage 1-0 and you made sure to record Quinn's first goal of the game. his size making it easy for him to slip between all the bigger players and score 1 of 3 goals. this would be his first hat trick of the season in this team since being traded if he succeeded.
he gets to the bench after scoring and you smiled upon seeing his teammates pat him on the head and back. after about 2 minutes he heads back out mid powerplay and hits the ground running, the puck flying into his stick before his other foot is fully off the wall. hes able to pass it to Johansson and he keeps it until heâs able to make it farther down the ice and he passes it back to quinn who is able to find and opening and shoots it with all his force
the crowd cheers and the horns ring throughout the stadium, you stand up and cheer and clap. the crowd starts chanting âhat trickâ which you also catch on your camera, thinking about how easily these fans accepted him and how happy that would make him.
the second period ends and at this point you're biting your nails, like you do every game. this time you hesitate to bite them off though because theyâre painted the deep forest green representing the wilds. you check your phone for the first time in a while to see that quinn texted you before the game so you open it and its a selfie of him with this thumb up with the cutest smirk on his face,
âthank you!â the text under it read
you smiled to yourself as you saved the picture and set it as your lock screen without second thought.
the third period came around and you were eager, the pit in your stomach returned but you just thought it was because you wanted to go home. quinn wasnât on the first line in and you assumed it was because he was on the last one out the second. he probably wasnât happy about that all the way since hes kind of a control freak but he understood since the third would be his longest shift this game.
quinn was right to be a control freak because the bruins got penalty and scored easily, bringing the 1-2 down to a 2-2. that wouldnât last long for quinn was finally let out half way for a 2 minute shift.
it was the final two minutes of the game and they were center ice, quinn to the left as always. he gets passed the puck and slides down to pass it back to Eriksson but then he gets cornered and sends it back to quinn whos shoulder checking with another player and is able to slide it between his legs and send it back to their side of the ice where Middleton positions behind goal. eventually the puck makes its way back to quinn where hes able to find and opening and runs for it, not without getting chased by 3 players from the opposite team and his teammates trying their best to stay close behind him despite getting pushed around. quinn aimes, faking a shot and spinning back to catch the puck and shoot it opposite to where the goalie had attempted to block him.
he hadnât realized that behind him there was a stampede and next thing he knows hes on the ice, his stick slid away from him and his teammates in a scrum while tried to pick himself up but something was wrong, very wrong. whenever he tried to get back on his feet his left leg wouldn't move. thats when someone came from behind and hoisted him up, draping his arm over their shoulder and guided him back to the locker room with the medic waiting for him at the entrance. he could hear conversation but his head was buzzing.
he sat down on the hospital bed and saw the medic taking his skate off and inspecting where he couldâve been hurt. the whole room spun and everything was moving too fast like he was still on the ice running with the puck, except it didn't feel as good.
the horn rang throughout the stadium. you almost dropped your phone when you saw that quinn wasnât getting up by himself, its like he was a dead fly on the ice and nobody could care less. despite his teammates fighting the other team probably over the fact that he was tripped by one of their forwards which caused him to land face first onto the ice. it didnt look like much of a fall but the way he fell made him hit his chin on the ice and basically knocked him out. you ran down to the locker room from your seat, not even caring about anything else at this point.
âweâre taking him to the ambulance if you want to get on with himâ one of the managers informed you which immediately said yes and they led you outside where the ambulance was about to leave
you immediately hopped in and came to his side, where he sat conscious. his jaw was unfortunately bandaged shut but he reached his hand out for you which you immediately grabbed and you could see his eyes squint like he was smiling and squeezed your hand to assure you he was fine, which was hard for you to believe at the moment.
he held your hand all the way until you had to let go when the doctors took him to the emergency room. you were brought to a room where you could sit until his emergency operation was done.
you felt like you were gonna throw upâbut seeing him like that finally settled the pit in your stomach that you had been feeling since he left. you started putting all the worse case scenarios through your head. you didn't mean to drive yourself crazy but you were kind of alone in all this since it was just the two of you in minnesota.
you eventually managed to relax yourself enough to fall asleep. it felt short though since you woke up in a panic, breathing heavy and looking at your surroundings; unfortunately, this wasnât a dream. thats when you realized that you had a blanket around you and a travel pillow around your neck. you rubbed your eyes to see dozens of large men around you, playing video games on their switches or tapping on their phones.
âhey,â a deep voice called from beside you
you turned to see it was faber holding his hand out to you, which you took. âthank youâ you said softly
he shook his head and smiled, âwe heard you were here by yourself and decided to save the celebrations and come hereâ he explained
âwe won?â you cracked a smile, your eyes brightened slightly
he nodded enthusiastically, âall thanks to himâ
you were happy to have the win in the bag, and youâre sure that when quinn finds out he would be content with the news
you all waited around for a couple more hours and finally the doctor came out to inform you that quinn was out of surgery and should gain consciousness again within the night.
you thanked everyone on their way out and some of them had offered to take you home, which you politely refused because you didnt want quinn to be alone when he woke up. plus, his parents were on their way as soon as they saw him on tv and would probably be there by the morning.
shortly after everyone said their condolences and left, the doctor informed you that you would be able to stay in the room with him.
he slept peacefully, barely making a sound and very still. usually when the two of you slept together he woke up multiple times a night because of his insomnia and usually would go to sleep after you and wake up before you. he brushes you off when you ask about it though
âquinn hughes unfortunately will not be joining us this afternoonâ
the commentary blasted from the living room tv in the far distance, the popcorn sizzling and popping in the microwave. the minnesota snow falling outside the window.
you stared out, watching the small blobs of white frost the ground like cake. you had spaced out in the kitchen, getting lost in your thoughts that originated elsewhere in the cold bite of winter. the past few weeks had been quite.. boring to say the least.
quinn was discharged from the hospital just a day and a half after his surgery, neck brace, jaw bandaged up, and boot on his leg. he had torn the ligament in his knee. thankfully though it would only put him out for two months and heâd most likely be able to play again by march. he wasnât very happy with that news for obvious reasons, but for the most part he was fine. he couldnât talk for two weeks, which was kind of weird for you since youâll just be living without hearing his voice every day. it was whatever though, the silence could also be soothing since you had to find new ways to communicate that didn't involve words.
you tried your best to join him in his week of silence so he didnât feel alone, but he insisted that you donât have to, obviously with his white board. though that probably wasnât the best option since his spelling skills lacked credibility sometimes. you found it better just to teach him a bit of esl since you studied it in college. he caught on easily and within the first day he was able to say short phrases like âgood morningâ and âhungryâ.
it was cute the way he got embarrassed when he would mess upâopting for the easy option in the white board but also being stubborn enough to keep trying the signs
when he finally got his bandages off, he was happy until the doctor told him to keep the talking to a minimum and he still had to stay on liquids for a couple days. many of his teammates and coaches came to visit to discuss professional matters or to just hang out, and his parents stayed for about a week until he was able to do basically everything on his own.
ellen obviously hesitated to leave his side, understandable since thats her baby. you tried your best to stay out of her way since she was on full mommy mode, and obviously you were happy to take pictures of quinn getting fed by his mommy to show his brothers later.
the microwaved beeped, pulling you out of your trance
âsunshine, the games starting soonâ quinn says from the other room and you quickly collect all your snacks and head to the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, booted leg up
he looks you up and down and smiles, âyou look goodâ he comments as you place the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table
you simply nod in response, unable to muster a smile in return. âthank youâ you mumble
he taps the cushion signaling you to sit down, minnesoda vs ducks on the big screen. quinn bet on the ducks winning because of how their season is going (mainly because he wasnât there)
he rested his head on your lap, rubbing your thigh and kissing the bare skin . âwhat are you thinking aboutâ he asked, noting your distant body language
âhm? oh.. nothingâ you keep your eyes fixed on the tv, your hand scratching soft circles into his hair
he props up on his elbow, âlook at meâ he instructed softly
you hesitated, biting your inner cheek before finally allowing your gaze to shift on him, his eyes already searching through your body language which made you reluctant to keep the contact
âwhat is it babyâ his chest tightened upon seeing your face, you usually had a pout to your resting face but right now it looked like you were frowning. he sat up and took your hand in his, pressing your knuckles to his lips and caressing up your arm
you took a deep breath in, the strings in your heart being tugged against your will as his softness towards you sent tingles up your arm. he knew just how to break down your walls in such a soft and loving way that you couldnât refuse.
you felt like crying, real bad. this is the first time in weeks that youâve actually had the chance to worry about yourself, that someone has asked you how you were feeling. not that you wanted to make everything about you because you had also not evaluated yourself in weeks. youâd been filling your head with just him for so long that you forgot that you have feelings too. quinn always tried his best to check on you no matter how busy he was with his own life. he knew how hard it was for you to see him in pain and watching him fall like that had to be traumatic, if you were in a similar situation he wouldâve lost his mind.
you couldnât stop the tears from falling, your heart aches as you melt into his touch. He pulls you into his arms, your head resting in his chest as his lips brush the crown of your head.
âim sorryâ you dont really know why youâre apologizing
âno, im sorryâ he insisted, âi shouldâveââ
âdont do that, quinn, you didn't do anything wrong.â your voice quivered as you cut him off, you knew he was going to start blaming himself for things he can't control
âi shouldâve payed more attention to you, ive been sitting on my ass for so long iââ he continues anyways, he was helpless. this past month has made him feel like a sitting duck watching his team and life in general navigating without him, its had an effect on his self esteem
âtheres literally nothing you have to be sorry for, youâve been struggling and seeing you walk alone again is already making me feel betterâ you assured him, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to breathe, hear his heartbeat that told you everything was fine in a different language
you couldnât see but he smiled watching you nuzzle into his chest like there was nowhere else to go. he blushed even, to this day he still didn't know how to handle someone loving him so intensely like you. not that he didn't want it, he wanted anything but for you to go away. you were his saving grace through this recovery and all he wanted to do was give return the favor
he lightly tapped your shoulder, âsunshineâ he whispered
your lack of response told him all he needed to knowâadjusting the blanket over you before turning his focus back to the game.
you wouldâve watched the game with him like planned but being in the warmth of his arms, his scent hoarding your senses and the light rocking and caressing he did to soothe you was just enough to send you right to sleep.
your body tingles as his hand runs up your spine lightly, his other hand rested somewhere on his side as you lie on top of him. his warmth envelops your body under the blanket you shared.
you obviously hadnât been sleeping for long since the game was still on, the blurry picture you could make out of the tv showing that wilds had the power play and it was the 3rd period
your hand that had been hanging off the edge of the couch was numb, subconsciously you flexed it to ease the tingling strain you felt in your tendons from lack of blood flow
quinn noticed your subtle movements
he lightly pressed his lips into the crown of your head. At the same time, his hand flattened on your back and now running soft circles
âhey,â he whispered, afraid he wasnât entirely sure that you were gaining consciousness
âhmmhhhâ you hummed raspily
âi gotta pissâ he informed you with slight reluctance in his tone, like he wasnât sure if he wanted to risk his kidneys to stay this close to you
you chuckled as you tried to roll off him one direction but he grabbed you firmly and pushed you off the other to prevent you from rolling over the edge and hitting your head on something
before you knew it he has returned, his hands cold and damp against your skin as he ran his knuckles down your cheek and guided your chin towards him so he could find your lips, pressing his to yours without including his tongue
âdollâ he whispered as your lips parted, slipping your tongue in first after a couple of seconds. he let you have your way, allowing your tongue to explore the insides of his mouth, occasionally grazing the sharp digits of his teeth
you hooked your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as he held your waist, caressing your stomach with his thumb. your whole body tingled with excitement, like every cell that formed you had finally felt awake again. you could probably supply a house with the electricity that ran through your body at this moment.
you pushed yourself up without parting your lips and stood in front of him. very hesitantly pulling away from the kiss as he chased your lips. you caught his eyes, electric green in the tv led that shone from behind you. his lips found elsewhere to focus on your wrist and hand, trailing up kisses until he reached your finger tips. you watched him, heat accumulating on your face
its been weeks since you were last intimate. not that he didnt touch you at all, so far theres not much different than what you have been getting from him since his injury but those times obviously led to nothing while right now you felt you had absolute control of what you wanted to do, whether you wanted to move forward or just continue kissing him. you convinced yourself you would just kiss him before but now that his nose nuzzled into your hand you honestly wanted to do more than just that
you pushed him back onto the couch, his body resting snug in the fluffy comforting as you climbed on top of him, thighs encapsulating him, your body pinning his to the comforter
his hand immediately found its way to down your ass, curling his fingers over the curve and squeezing. you could tell hes been craving to do that again, its clear that he had noticed the absence of intimacy between you and it drove him crazy too, his shorts already begging to tighten around the middle despite barely having done anything.
you pulled him into your lips again, this time softer than how youâd been kissing before. shortly after you pulled away again to face him.
âdo you want to..?â you asked hesitantly, not entirely sure what was causing this nervous strain in your voice
âyes..!â his voice cracks unexpectedly, the excitement speaking before he could process âi mean.. only if youre okayâ
you giggled at his enthusiasm. youâd forgotten what it was like, the buildup that is. one of you asking the other for permission to explore each other and how heated it got between you. in the time that he was healing, you were so afraid to ask for anything. one because of how often you were with company and secondly for obvious reasons. so you did the reasonable and slightly shameful thing and found yourself in his jersey or clothes quite often, simulating the same ritual you had of putting on his clothes after relations with him. a tradition that you kept finding accidentally in your first moments together now becoming a love language.
you brought your lips together once again, âi want toâ you smiled against his mouth, and he did the same.
he lifted his arms as you pulled off his shirt, then trying to do the same for yourself before he stopped youâtoday, you were wearing his jersey. heâd worn it for an event and had it folded near his hamper and you couldnât help yourself. âthis stays onâ he said looking up at you with deep desire, lifting the jersey to find the hem of your pants and slipping his fingers between it
he kept his eyes on you as he found your heat, dragging his fingers along your folds until he felt wetness, pressing them into your pearl
âyou missed me, doll?â he teased as his lips found your neck, sucking and biting til your skin swole
âhmmmhhâ you hummed as your hips rocked into his touch
âi better work quickly thenâ he mumbled as he pulled his hand out and tugged down your pants, you complied and stood for a short second to toss them away along with your panties and quickly straddling him again as his fingers pushed into your pearl again, then rubbing circles before finding your hole and slowly curling into the warm gushing entrance
your hips rocked as you rode his hand, desperately trying to get him to put his fingers all the way in which he did so. as much as you wanted to savor the moment, if he were to continue with this youâd probably cum all over his hand
âhold on,â you grabbed his wrist, âi dont know about you but im really sensitive right now, so..â
he understood and pulled his fingers out, âhave you been touching yourself?â he asked as his fingers kept pressed into your pearl
ân-no. maybe? I'm not sure if it counts honestly.â you answered hesitantly
he kissed up your neck, âwhat has my angel been doing to pleasure herself, hm?â he whispered when his lips found your ear, warm air brushing the lobe
âmaybe.. w..wearing your cl..clothesâ your hips began moving again as you answered
âis that it?â he kissed your jaw
âwhen.. when ellen offered to take you to one of your appointments and left me here aloneâŚâ you took a deep breath trying to blow off the shame âi..â
âhm?â he hummed, ushering you to continue
âi⌠did it on your side of the bedâ you blurted out, ripping the bandage off
he stopped, his fingers that sat loosely gripping onto your hips and ass now tightly clawing into the flesh. he leaned back against the cushion to look at you fully.
âyeah?â his eyes were glowing green at this point, searching for any hint of unseriousness in you face, but no trace was foundâjust you looking off to the side flustered expression plastered on your face
he swore he felt his dick twitch a little, the thought of his perfect girl being so needy for him that you would rut your fingers into your heat while your face burrowed into his pillow, pretty moans spilling from your mouth
he knew he couldnât make you wait any longer, ushering you to give him enough space so he could rip his pants and underwear off
your fingers wrapped around his shaft and guided the tip against your entrance, already sticky with precum, looking back to him for assurance and he quickly nodded. you sucked your teeth as you sheathed down onto him, his head tipping back as the sensations washed throughout his body.
âfuckk.. ffhmmm..!â he thrusted upwards slowly, trying to match your slow rocking, but quickly discovering how sensitive he is himself
his muscles strained as he tried to keep as grounded as possible, trying not to stare too hard at where your bodies met to hold himself from finishing earlier than he probably already was
you whimpered helplessly as you lifted your hips, trying your best to synchronize with his shaky rhythm. your nipples hardened against the dark green wilds jersey that draped perfectly over your body
â..beautifulâ he mumbled between moans, his eyes tracing up your silhouette in the oversized polyester
you could feel your finish approaching so without thinking you lifted your hips, all the way to the tip; your hand on his thigh for leverage, and slammed back down, earning a shaky whimper from him as you continued in your movements, riding him just like youâd imagined with his sweaters and t shirts hugging your body as your fingers dug into your hole. though the things you felt then versus the fireworks sparking in your body now wouldnât dare to compare
âquinnie~~â you whined out, the sound of skin hitting skin and the gushing of your hole overstimulating you beyond comprehension
âbabeâŚbabydollâ he was at a loss for words, trying his best to take in everything you were doing to him. you were driving him crazy and then had the audacity to bounce tirelessly onto him, one hand deviating from your hips and under his jersey where his hand found your breast, large enough to cup the whole thing in his palm and squeeze to reclaim some of that unfairness
you tried your best but as he assumed, your thighs gave out and you crashed before you could at least make him finish. he reassured that it was okay, kissing your shoulder and rubbing your back as sweet praise spilled from his mouth. he guided you to lay back on the couch, holding onto your lower back so that he didnt have to pull out as he positioned a pillow under you. he pressed his hands against your thighs, pushing your knees down into the cushion under
he continued at the pace you were riding him in, this time with more force than you had hit him with unexpectedly that made him question how he didn't just cum right there and then
you fussed and babbled nonsense as your head went fuzzy, falling into your dazed subspace for the first time in what felt like forever when he pressed his thumb into your clit, dragging it vertically as his palm pressed into your lower stomach. he leaned down to crash your lips together once again, your hands cupping his face and running through his now longer hair that had grown in the weeks hes been unable to maintain it. probably because he just forgot but you honestly didn't feel like reminding him to groom himself since you silently enjoyed the scruff
he parted your lips slightly to give him some breathing room, âim gonna⌠fuck, doll iââ he could barely speak coherently without his voice cracking into a moan
you nodded and connected your lips again as he moved his thumb faster to make you finish first, the waves of pleasure overcoming you as he held you down, your body twitching and shaking as ecstasy spilled onto him, he kept going as you rode out your high,
you could feel him twitch inside you as he hugged you close. you tugged his locks to deepen your kiss impossibly further. you were so warm, and perfect for him. your thighs, the way they held him with the same strength he held you. your lips and how they kissed his right now, the best part of winning is getting kisses and praise from you whenever he did a good job. your voice, and its softness whenever you spoke to him, even in a disagreement you still sounded like an angel. god, you were so beautiful when you got angry. not that he found pleasure in your distress, or even wanted to cause it, but when there was a crease in between your brows, or your stare that could burn holes through a wallâhis chest stung. your smile, the way he would watch you relax when you were happy, so refreshing to see you in that state. every bad game, or even bad day, he could never bring that negativity home to you because you basically disintegrate it out of existence. he knew he loved you before but it was moments like these, where nothing was on his mind but you, that he truly felt it in its raw form.
its like time slowed, or maybe even came to a complete stop as his movements halted, his pelvis pressing completely into you as he filled you with ropes of his love. its you, its always been you.
âi⌠love youâ he pressed your foreheads together, his eyes staring at you with your eyes glued shut.
you couldnât say anything but you heard him, your hands cupping his face and caressing his cheeks with your thumbs, moving your lips up to his forehead and pressing them in between his eyebrows. the both of you didn't dream of moving an inch, not wanting to leave this bubble that youâve created together, any of the outside worries becoming nothing, quinn probably didn't even remember the boot on his leg.
and just like that, you both drifted off into sleep. quinn who didnt find sleep easy all the time completely out on your chest, still inside you while you dreamed soundly.
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