ambrosia

summary: Kirill is back in russia, meaning that him and quinn can only talk over the phone. Even with the time difference, they make time for each other to talk, or do a little bit more than talk

warnings: smut

a/n: mutual on tt kinda inspired me to write about long distance so.. hopefully you guys like it<3 not proofread & a bit of a shorter one i think !

Quinn had been missing Kirill. They had hung out before he left for Russia, but he missed being able to see him everyday. It was around 6 pm in Minnesota now, and Quinn had gotten a text from Kirill.

K: Hey, miss me?

Quinn lets out a chuckle, of course he missed him.

Q: yes i do, why are u awake so late?

K: Can’t sleep. Call me?

Quinn was very quick to hit the call button. He made his way to sit on the couch, waiting to hear Kirill’s voice.

“Hey,” Kirill says, his voice a bit raspy “you eat dinner already?”

Quinn nods his head, not like Kirill can see though. “Yes I did, just finished cleaning up too.” he says.

Kirill sits up, laying his head against the headboard.

He lets out a sigh before saying,

“I miss you.”

Quinn closes his eyes, laying down on the couch before replying.

“I miss you too,” he says “so much.”

Kirill runs his hand through his hair, “I’ve been thinking about you, a lot” he says. “I can’t tell people here you know, about us.”

Quinn smiles at the thought of there being an ‘us’. They could never go public, not while they were still playing in the NHL obviously, but even for Kirill’s sake, he would never be able to go back home.

“I think about you a lot, too” Quinn says back. He missed being able to be with Kirill almost whenever he pleased, but he also knew that it was important for him to go back home.

“How’s it being back home?” Quinn asks.

“It’s good,” Kirill starts “nice to be back but, also missing some people while I am here.” Kirill reaches over to the nightstand, clicking on the small lamp so that he is no longer in the dark.

“How is there?” Kirill asks.

“It’s good here too, I’m leaving to New Jersey in a few days so, we might not be able to talk as much as we do now.” Quinn says.

Kirill sighs, “well, I am happy you are going to see your brothers. But, I will miss you.” he says.

“You know,” Kirill starts, “I miss seeing your face.” He says.

“Really?” Quinn asks, already knowing what Kirill is going to propose.

“Facetime me?” Kirill asks.

Quinn hits the facetime button. When Kirilk answers, Quinn could practically drool at the sight of him. His hair was a bit messy, and he didn’t have a shirt on.

“Better?” Quinn asks, pointing the phone to his face.

Kirill nods his head, “much better.”

“I miss you.” Kirill says again. Quinn lets out a laugh. “I know you do, you’ve told me quite a bit.”

“Yeah well, I can miss you in other ways.” Kirill says. Quinn is taken aback, him and Kirill were definitely not ready for what he thought was about to happen.

“What are you trying to say?” Quinn asks, sitting back up on the couch.

“I think you know.” Kirill says, giving Quinn a look.

Quinn nods his head, “let me go to my room.” he says.

Kirill doesn’t say anything, instead he just waits to hear Quinn’s door click shut. Once he can see that Quinn is sat on his bed, he takes this as an opportunity to remove his sweatpants, leaving himself in his boxers.

It hadn’t been long since the last time they had sex, but they were both completely desperate for each other. However, neither of them were willing to admit how badly they actually needed each other.

Quinn had thought about when this might happen, it was only a matter of time until Kirill couldn’t wait any longer. Quinn sat up against the headboard, waiting for Kirill to speak.

Kirill wished he was there, it was awkward over the phone to be doing this, mainly because he was afraid someone would walk in. But, if he got to watch Quinn touch himself, it would be worth it.

“Take your shirt off.” Kirill says, almost demanding that Quinn does so. Quinn complies though, quickly removing his shirt and throwing it off to the side.

“What do you want to do?” Quinn asks, running his hand through his hair.

Kirill lets out a deep breath, it was much easier to dirty talk when Quinn wasn’t looking directly at his face, but this is what he wanted.

“I want you to touch yourself.” Kirill says plainly, “and I want to watch.”

Quinn closes his eyes. He wasn’t exactly sure what he thought Kirill might say, but this was definitely next level for them.

“You want to watch?” Quinn asks, feeling himself harden in his boxers.

“I do,” Kirill says, “show me.”

Quinn nods his head, setting his phone next to him to he can pull his pants and boxers down his legs. Once he does, he picks his phone back up, the camera still facing his face.

“Too shy?” Kirill asks. Quinn doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even nod his head yes or no.

“It’s okay,” Kirill says, “I’ll do it with you.”

“Okay” Quinn says.

He flips his camera, pointing it toward his dick. Kirill’s eyes widen a bit, it didn’t really take as much convincing as he thought.

Kirill flips his camera too, Quinn missed him more than he would like to admit.

“Touch yourself.” Kirill says, stroking himself in his hand.

Quinn does the same, letting out a groan as his hand runs up and down his dick. Quinn would be embarrassed if Kirill could see his face. He also couldn’t believe that he was doing this right now, stroking himself as he lets Kirill watch.

Quinn tries to focus on making himself come, but he wishes it was Kirill instead. He didn’t realize how much he needed him until now.

Kirill can hear the whines and moans Quinn is letting out, extremely thankful that he has his headphones in. The noises coming from Quinn’s mouth are dirty, he knows what he is doing.

“You miss me?” Kirill asks, even though it isn’t really a question.

“So bad,” Quinn moans out “I wish you were here.”

“Me too, baby.” He says, “Soon.”

Quinn nods his head, his hand working faster on his dick.

Kirill gives himself one last stroke before stopping, all of his focus being on Quinn. He watches as Quinn works himself up, listening to his heavy breathing.

“I need you,” Quinn says through his moans “wish it was you.”

Quinn couldn’t even believe the words coming out of his mouth, but he felt comfortable with Kirill, even if he wasn’t there physically.

Quinn could feel himself getting closer. He keeps a steady pace to make himself come, throwing his head back as much as he could since his headboard was in the way.

His breathing begins to slow down as he releases over his hand, letting out a low fuck as he came.

“You’re so good for me,” Kirill says, “such a good boy.”

Quinn moans at that, Kirill always knew exactly what to say to make Quinn feel some type of way.

“That was good,” Quinn says, “we should do this more often.”

Kirill lets out a chuckle, “okay, baby.”

They sit in silence for a bit, Kirill breaking the silence by saying “We both should clean up.”

Quinn flips his camera around, the pieces of hair around his face sticking into his forehead.

“Yeah, and you should get some sleep.” Quinn says.

“I know.” Kirill says.

It was hard to talk on the phone, or even text because of the time difference, both of them didn’t want to say goodbye yet.

Quinn pulls his blanket up to cover himself, and he can hear Kirill moving around, probably putting his boxers back on.

“Tired yet?” Quinn asks.

Kirill nods his head yes, “It will be late for you but, text when I wake up.” he says.

“Okay,” Quinn says “sleep well Kirill.”

“Thank you, bye Quinny.” he says.

“Bye Kirill.” Quinn says.

Kirill blows him a kiss before hanging up. Although the action was so juvenile, Quinn didn’t mind.

Quinn gets up to clean himself up, not exactly sure what else to do because it wasn’t even remotely close for him to fall asleep.

He decided on going back out to his living room, putting on a show he doesn’t really care about to pass time. Quinn was definitely ready for Kirill to come back.

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SUCCULENTS

FOREST

MOON BLUE

OCEAN

PURPLE HAZE

i’d like to come and comfort you, but i’d be blinded by the blue-

you have the sun, I have the moon ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

-

The loss to the Avalanche hit the team hard. It definitely stung for Quinn. He believed he had so many opportunities to pass or even score, and he didn’t do it. He knew this wasn’t anyone’s fault they lost, the Avalanche were just the better team this time.

Kirill was finally getting ready to sleep before he heard his phone buzz. It was a message from Quinn.

Q: You awake?

K: Yes I am. Everything OK?

Q: Can I come over?

K: Of course, I’ll wait for you.

He doesn’t get another message from Quinn. Kirill rubs his eyes, stretching as he gets himself up from bed to unlock his door and wait for Quinn.

It was convenient that they lived in the same apartment building, it made it easier for both of them to rely on each other when they needed. He could hear footsteps down the hall, so he opened up the door and spotted Quinn.

He had a sad look on his face, Kirill could tell he isn’t taking the loss well. He steps outside to meet with Quinn, wrapping his arm around him as he takes him into his apartment.

The door shuts and Quinn lets out a deep sigh, Kirill letting go of him.

“You want to stay here?” Kirill ask, his hands coming to hold Quinn’s face.

He nods his head yes before saying “is that okay?”

“Of course that is okay with me” Kirill says, “I’ll take you to bed.”

Quinn follows him down the hall to his bedroom, noticing how ‘laid in’ Kirill’s bed looked.

“I’m sorry,” Quinn says, “did I wake you up?”

Kirill shakes his head, “don’t worry about that.”

Quinn walks in front of the bed, sitting on the edge of it and putting his head down. Kirill takes a step towards him, running his fingers through Quinn’s hair.

Quinn let’s out a breath, squeezing his eyes shut. He usually never let a loss get to him this bad, so he wasn’t exactly sure why he started to cry. He pinches the bridge of his nose, hoping that it’ll help the tears not fall.

Kirill brings his hand from Quinn’s head to cup his jaw, bringing his head up to look at him.

“Why are you crying?” Kirill ask, using this thumb to wipe away the tear. Quinn brings his hand to hold Kirill’s wrist, squeezing it in his hand.

“I-” Quinn starts, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Kirill nods his head, not wanting to pry for an answer.

“That’s okay” he says, rubbing his thumb back and forth on Quinn’s cheek.

Quinn drops his hand down, scooting back on the bed and motioning for Kirill to come lay on him. Kirill removes his shirt, throwing it on the floor and laying himself on top of Quinn.

“It’s hard for everyone” Kirill says.

Quinn turns his head away from Kirill. He was embarrassed that this was getting to him. He wasn’t sad they lost, although that was definitely part of the reason, but because he felt like he didn’t play good enough.

“You’re too hard on yourself, Quinn.” Kirill says, pressing a kiss to Quinn’s shoulder.

“I feel like I have to be” Quinn says, shifting under Kirill. Kirill gets off of him, sitting up while Quinn lays on his back.

“You don’t have to be” Kirill says, turning his body to face Quinn, putting his hand on Quinn’s leg.

“We know you are a good player, one of the best” he says, “I wish you saw yourself the way everyone else sees you.”

Quinn has never felt more vulnerable than now. Kirill wasn’t his boyfriend, but all he wanted was to be comforted by him. He made him feel safe, like he could say everything he was feeling without being judged.

Quinn sits up now, running his hands through his hair.

“I don’t know why this is bothering me so bad.” Quinn says, letting out a laugh to lighten the mood.

“It just means you care.” Kirill says, rubbing Quinn’s leg.

“It’s a team effort, next year we will work harder,” Kirill says “you can relax now.”

Quinn nods his head.

“I’m sorry I came here so late.” he says, Kirill shushes him.

“It’s what I am here for.”

Quinn scoots him self forward, just inches away from Kirill’s face. Kirill’s hand moves higher up Quinn’s leg, gently squeezing it.

They press their lips together. Usually, they would try to rip each others clothes off, but it was different this time. Much more precise, and much more intimate.

Quinn holds Kirill’s face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over his cheeks. Kirill pushes Quinn back with his hands, laying him down onto the bed and hovering over him.

He pushes Quinn’s hair back, pressing a kiss to his forehead. It makes Quinn feel warm inside, knowing that Kirill would take care of him. Quinn rests his hands on Kirill’s hips, squeezing them gently in his hands.

Kirill kisses down to Quinn’s neck, earning himself a moan from Quinn. He breathes heavy as Kirill sucks on his neck, Quinn’s hands coming up to squeeze his shoulders.

Kirill uses one hand to push Quinn’s shirt up, resting his hands on his stomach. His cold finger tips make Quinn wince, but he also likes it.

He pushes Quinn’s shirt up to expose his chest, pressing a kiss in the middle of it. Quinn tangles his hands in Kirill’s hair, and he comes back up to meet with Quinn’s lips.

Kirill pulls away, their nose touching before Kirill speaks. “Are you sure you’re okay enough, for this?”

“I am,” he says, removing his sweatpants under Kirill “I promise.”

Kirill nods his head, bringing his head back down and pressing the sweetest kiss to Quinn’s lips. He uses one hand to hold himself up, and the other toying with the waist band of Quinn’s boxers, pulling them off slowly.

Kirill uses one of his legs to keep Quinn’s legs open, running his hand up and down his dick. Quinn let’s out a moan, throwing his head back into the pillows of Kirill’s bed.

He was painfully hard, the mix of Kirill’s hand on his dick and his warm lips sucking on his neck was just about enough to make him come.

He whines when Kirill moves his hand away, but is quickly shushed when he feels his finger move to his entrance.

Kirill pushes himself up, pressing a kiss to Quinn’s forehead. “I’ll give you want you want okay? but I have to get you ready first.”

Quinn nods his head, letting out a loud moan when he feels one of Kirill’s fingers inside of him. He gently curls his finger before adding another, pumping them in and out of him.

Quinn can feel tears swelling in his eyes from the pleasure, incoherently moaning out as Kirill works him up. He arches his back slightly, the feeling of Kirill’s fingers inside of him making him desperate for more.

It doesn’t take very long before Quinn finishes, slightly embarrassed that it only took his fingers to make him finish. He rests his back onto the bed again, keeping his eyes closed before opening them when Kirill removes his fingers.

“Are you ready now?” Kirill ask, rubbing Quinn’s hip.

He nods his head, “I am.”

Kirill reaches into the nightstand, opening a condom and rolling it onto himself. He lets out a breath as he lines himself up with Quinn, the two of them still facing each other.

Quinn squeezes his eyes shut as Kirill pushes inside of him, squeezing around Kirill’s dick.

“You need to relax-” Kirill says, kissing his forehead, “I will take care of you.”

Quinn nods, trying to stay still when Kirill pushes into him completely. Kirill doesn’t move his hips yet, allowing Quinn to become comfortable before he starts to move.

They both let out a moan when Kirill moves his hips, resting his forehead on Quinn’s.

His thrusts start out slow, letting out a low fuck when Quinn pulls on his hair.

Quinn carelessly moans, not caring about the excessive amount of noise he was making because he knows Kirill likes to hear it.

“Good?” Kirill asks, picking up the pace on his thrusts.

“Yes” Quinn moans out, enjoying Kirill’s cockiness way more than he should.

Kirill let’s out a laugh, using his hand to gently push down on Quinn’s stomach. Quinn feels like he can’t handle it, he was already close to coming.

Kirill’s thrusts became sloppier, much less controlled. He was muttering things in russian, so Quinn assumed he might be close, too.

summary: after the award show, kirill and quinn meet in the bathroom, kirill rewarding quinn for the award he just won

warnings: smut

a/n: hey guys this is inspired kinda by heated rivalry(?)… but quinn actually won the norris so it’s kinda based around that time just pretend that they were already teammates lol. NOT PROOF READ

Quinn was sitting in his seat, bouncing his leg up and down as the nerves took over him. They were announcing the Norris Trophy winner tonight, and he dreaded to hear who would win it.

Although he knew he had worked his ass off this year and was deserving of his award, he couldn’t imagine having to come up with a speech on the spot about everyone who has helped him throughout his career.

He’s brought back into reality when he feels someone tapping his shoulder, it was Jack.

“Quinn, relax dude it’s going to be fine” he says, patting Quinn on the shoulder, “we’re all proud of you no matter the outcome”.

Quinn runs his hands through his hair, letting out a deep breath and turning to face Jack. “Yeah, you’re right, thanks man” Quinn says, as if that wasn’t the worst pep talk he had ever received.

His family sits down with him, all of them anxious to hear the results. He uses his hands to flatten down his pants, dropping his shoulders and leaning back in his seat, trying his best to relax.

He sees the announcers on the stage, all of the chatter quieting down before they talk.

“The James Norris Trophy is given to the NHL’s top defenseman, and this year’s nominees include 2 former winners, and 1 first time nominee”.

They show highlights of each player that is a contender for this award, Quinn getting slight embarrassment from the video.

“The James Norris goes to, Quinn Hughes”.

Quinn stands up, turning to face his brothers an pulling them into a hug, both of them saying how proud and happy they are for him.

He takes turns hugging his family before making his way up to the stage, letting out a shaky breath before speaking into the microphone.

He wasn’t exactly sure what to say, just saying how grateful he is for everyone who has helped him throughout his career, and congratulating the other contenders.

He can spot some of his teammates as he talks on stage, Brock being right in the front, and then he sees Kirill, giving him the biggest smile. Quinn smiles back at him, letting out a low chuckle as he talks.

Once he’s finished giving his speech, he’s prepared for the overwhelming amount of people he will have to talk to before being able to be back with his teammates and family.

—

Interviews and pictures and finally over, now he can finally try to have some fun at the after party. Him and Brock talk for a bit, offering Quinn a drink.

“Sorry bud, I try not to drink during the season” Quinn says, shaking his head.

“Right sorry- I forgot” Brock says “anyway, me and Morgan are gonna head out, so we’ll see you later” he says, pulling Quinn into a hug. Quinn hugs him back, patting him on the back before they go their separate ways.

He stands by himself for a bit by the bar, making his way away from it to try to find a familiar face. He spots Kirill, standing at a table by himself with a drink in his hand.

He makes his way towards Kirill, waving his hand at him to catch his attention. Kirill looks up to Quinn, giving him a smile before saying “Congrats on your award”.

Quinn smiles, moving his body closer to Kirills as he pulls Quinn in for a side hug.

“Thanks, I gotta put it behind me though” he says.

Kirill sighs, slightly annoyed but also amused by Quinn. “Just enjoy it baby,” he says, “you should be proud”.

Quinn quickly glances at Kirill, moving away from him before saying

“We’re in public, you can’t call me that here”.

Kirill let’s his shoulders drop, cocking his head to the side and saying “Well, maybe we should find somewhere a little more quiet” winking at Quinn.

“Okay, let’s go then” Quinn says, walking behind Kirill as they try to find the nearest bathroom.

Once they found the bathroom, Kirill locks the door, extremely thankful that it was a 1 person stall.

Quinn’s leaned up against the door, Kirill trapping him in. He brings his hand up to cup Quinn’s face, his thumb rubbing Quinn’s cheek.

Quinn lets his eyes flutter shut, unable to maintain eye contact. Kirill’s thumb moves from Quinn’s cheek to rub his lips now, gently parting Quinn’s lips his with thumb, saliva coating the outside of his thumb.

He spreads the saliva over Quinn’s mouth before pushing his thumb into his mouth. Quinn was quick to suck it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Kirill tilts his head back, watching as Quinn sucks on his finger. He moves his finger in and out of Quinn’s mouth, just barely removing it before putting it back in.

Quinn hardens at Kirill’s teasing, completely desperate for anything Kirill would give him. He continues sucking on his finger before Kirill removes it, spreading the saliva on Quinn’s cheek.

Quinn sighs at the loss of contact, but begins to perk up when he sees Kirill’s hands reach for Quinn’s pants button, untucking Quinn’s shirt.

He sets it on the small table in the bathroom that was being used to hold a vase of flowers and some magazines. He uses his saliva coated thumb to swirl over Quinn’s nipple, causing Quinn to throw his head back into the door.

Kirill attaches his lips to Quinn’s neck, pressing sloppy, wet kisses all over it, gently sucking on the skin. His hot breath against Quinn’s neck has chills running down his side, becoming unbelievably hard at this.

Kirill feels a bit of pride, knowing this was all he had to do to work Quinn up. He can tell Quinn is trying his best to be quiet, so he replaces his thumb with his mouth on Quinn’s nipple, doing anything to get a noise out of him.

He sucks it into his mouth, bending down a bit to get better angle. Quinns hands come to tug on Kirill’s blond roots, harshly tugging as the pleasure overpowers him.

Kirill moves down from his neck to kiss down his stomach, above the hem of his boxers. He sucks on Quinn’s sensitive skin, getting on his knees for Quinn.

He leaves light colored hickeys over Quinn’s lower stomach, bringing his hand up to palm Quinn through his dress pants. Quinn arches his back off the door, letting out a quiet moan.

“Kirill-” Quinn starts, being cut off by Kirill squeezing him gently.

“What if- what if someone catches us” Quinn says, looking down at him.

Kirill looks up, coming up from his knees to stand, cupping Quinn’s jaw with his hand.

“That just means you’ll have to be good, be quiet” Kirill says, pressing a kiss to Quinn’s lips.

“You think you can do that? for me?” Kirill ask, using his other hand to touch Quinn. Quinn jerks forward, resting his forehead on Kirill’s shoulder.

“Yes, I can do that for you” Quinn says, picking his head up to look Kirill in the eyes.

Kirill gives him a smile, “good boy” he says.

He drops to his knees again, this time pulling Quinn’s pants and boxers down. Quinn bites down on his lip as Kirill strokes him, spitting in his hand and running it up and down Quinn’s dick.

Quinn lets our a breath, breathing heavy through his nose as Kirill pumps him in his hand.

“Yeah.. because breathing always helps” Kirill says, slightly making fun of Quinn before sticking his tongue out, licking Quinn’s tip.

Quinn bucks his hips into Kirill’s face, causing Kirill to grip his hips and rub them.

“Relax baby” Kirill says, looking up and Quinn. Quinn nods, opening his eyes to look at Kirill.

He squeezes them back shut when he can feel Kirill’s mouth completely around him.

He holds Quinn in his mouth, teasing him a bit before Quinn finally speaks up.

“Kirill” he says, tugging gently on his hair.

“please, I need you so bad”

This is exactly what Kirill wanted, he wanted Quinn to bed for him. Sure he just won an award, but that doesn’t mean he can’t beg.

“How bad?” he says, removing his mouth away from Quinn and replacing it with his hand.

Quinn let’s out a whine, but unfortunately for him, Kirill wasn’t going to let him off that easy.

“Look at me, and tell me how bad you need me” Kirill says, happily surprised when Quinn opens his eyes, looking down at Kirill.

Kirill hangs his mouth slightly open, his hand still stroking Quinn, waiting for him to talk.

“I-” Quinn starts, cutting himself off as Kirill strokes him.

“please Kap, I can’t wait until later, I need you now”

Kirill feels bad almost, but he knows Quinn can handle it. Kirill licks the up of Quinn’s dick, still looking up at him before shutting his eyes and wrapping his mouth around Quinn.

Quinn jerks forward, his sensitive dick unprepared for the contact. He tugs harshly on Kirill’s hair, letting out whines and moans as Kirill works him up, bringing him close to finish.

He holds Quinn’s hips in place, squeezing gently on them as he feels Quinn’s dick twitch in his mouth.

Quinn tries to push his head away, slightly embarrassed that he’s close to finishing.

“Fuck- Kirill don’t stop please” Quinn moans out.

Kirill doesn’t say anything, just sucking harder to feel Quinn’s release down his throat. He hollows out his mouth, Quinn’s salty release coating Kirill’s throat.

Kirill doesn’t stop though, he was just doing what Quinn had asked. He can feel Quinn desperately trying to move out of his hold, causing him to grip harder.

“Please Kirill, I can’t- it’s too much” Quinn whines out, Kirill ignores him, not ready to stop just yet.

He finally stops when he can feel Quinn release a second time, satisfied with his performance.

He stands back up on his feet, wiping off his mouth with a paper towel and pulling Quinn’s pants back up for him.

“Such a good boy” Kirill says, his hand coming to brush Quinn’s hair out of his face, tugging on it slightly before releasing it.

Quinn let’s out a grunt, opening his eyes to look at Kirill.

“Thank you” he says, “that was, everything I needed and more”.

Kirill laughs at Quinn’s bluntness, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I’m sorry to cut short but-” Kirill starts, grabbing Quinn’s shirt off the table

“We should probably get back out there”.

Quinn nods, “Yeah, let’s clean up”.

Quinn tucks his shirt back in, trying his best to look normal as if he didn’t just fuck his teammate in the bathroom.

Kirill stands behind Quinn, watching him fix himself in the mirror.

“Don’t try to look too pretty” Kirill says, grabbing Quinn’s waist from behind.

Quinn rolls his eyes at him before turning around, pressing a kiss to Kirill.

summary: reader teasing quinn abt him being small & then he manhandles her (kinda) lol

warnings: nsfw

a/n: hope u guys like this lmk if there’s anyone else u guys want me to write about:) also i never proofread ANY of my fics so im sorry lolllllll

Quinn had never been a big guy, which was ironic considering he was the oldest sibling between his two brothers. He tried not to be too insecure about it, even though people joked about it he never let it get to him.

However, he definitely puts the work in over the summer, working out whenever he got the chance and eating healthy, so he has toned ups throughout the years, which was something he was proud of.

—

Y/n had been teasing Quinn today, mainly through the influence of his younger brothers. Luke had always teased Quinn, only because he was the youngest and completely towered over Quinn.

It had embarrassed him a bit that Luke had teased him, especially with Y/n present. Quinn had found it ironic that Y/n would tease him though, she was a lot smaller than Quinn in height and size.

“Don’t be too sad Quinny” Y/n starts, “you’ll catch up to everybody one day”. Quinn rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, don’t worry Quinn. You’ve got ‘best defenseman in the league’ going for you, you don’t need to be tall” Jack says.

“Anyway, me and Luke are gonna head out” Jack says, standing up off the couch. “Yeah, we’ll see you guys sometime tomorrow morning” Luke says.

They say their goodbyes, giving each other side hugs before Jack and Luke leave. Once the door is shut, Quinn spins around to face Y/n.

“I can’t believe you would agree with them” Quinn says, “I’m not that small”.

Y/n walks towards him, her hand coming to run up and down his arm. “You’re right Quinn, I’m sorry I was just kidding around” she says, squeezing his arm.

He sighs, his head turning away from her. She is confused at first, it never bothered him before, so why does it now?

“Quinn-” she says, moving her body so she’s looking at him “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing..” he starts, “it’s just- I am not small” he says. He lets out a breath, his eyes focused on Y/ns. “I take care of my body and I’m proud of it, I don’t need to be tall to feel good about myself” he says.

“Quinn, I know that-” Y/n says, using her other hand to grab Quinns face, “I didn’t realize that my teasing would make you this upset”.

“It’s alright” Quinn says, dropping his shoulders.

“No, it’s not, I can tell you’re upset” Y/n says, using her thumb to rub across his cheek.

“Please let me make it up to you, I’m sorry” she says. Quinn thinks for a minute, perking up at the thought of Y/n making it up to him.

“Okay, you can make it up to me” he says, a smirk lingering at the corner of his mouth. Y/n nods, Quinn takes her hand as they go upstairs to his bedroom.

He walks infront of her up the stairs, his hand not letting hers go until they reach his room. Quinn shuts the door behind them, pushing Y/n up against the door as his lips connect to hers.

Her hands tangle in his hair, tugging gently at the roots as his lips move down to her neck. His knee spreads Y/ns legs open a bit, apply a bit of pressure to get a reaction out of her.

She lets out a quiet moan, leaning her head back up against the door before sighing as Quinn moves his knee away. His head comes up from her neck, his hand cupping the side of her face.

“Lay on the bed for me” he says, his breath hot against her face. She complies, making her way to lay down as he stays by the door. Before she can ask why he won’t come over, he makes his way to her.

He lowers himself down on the bed, his body hovering over Y/ns. She wraps her arms around his neck, bringing his face close to hers and attaching their lips.

His tongue slips into her mouth, one of his hands coming down to tease her through her pants. She arches her back into him, throwing her head back into the pillows. He attaches his lips to her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.

Y/n lets out quiet moans, the feeling of Quinn’s hot breath against her neck and his hand between her legs was enough to push her over the edge.

She can feel his smile against her neck, his fingers dipping into her pants. He curls his fingers at the waistband and tugs her pants off, Y/n helps by lifting her hips up for him.

She takes the space between them as an opportunity to tug his shirt off, running her hands up and down his toned body. She can feel chills forming on his body from the contact, Quinn letting out a quiet moan as her finger tips travel to his lower stomach, just above the waistband of his boxers.

He uses his free hand to grab her wrist, bringing her hands up over her head.

“Keep them there, okay baby?” he says, removing her from his hold once her hands are where he wants them.

Y/n nods her head, “I will”.

He presses a kiss to her lips as his fingers dip into her underwear. She arches her back from the contact, not caring to quite her moans considering they are home alone.

His finger tips move down to her entrance, just barely pushing his fingers inside of her. He moves his fingers up to her clit, rubbing soft circles over it and attaching his lips to her neck.

He plays with her for a bit, moving his fingers back and forth between her clit and entrance. She circles her hips at any kind of contact, doing anything she can to ease the tension hes built up in her.

“What’s wrong baby?” he asks, picking up his head to look down at her.

“Is this-” she starts, being cut off by a moan when Quinn inserts a finger into her.

“Is this about what I said earlier?” she asks, looking Quinn in the eyes as he curls his finger inside her.

He pulls his finger out, bringing it up to circle her clit.

“Well, you said you would make it up to me” he says, pressing a kiss to her lips, “so this is how you’ll make it up to me”.

Y/n kisses him back, resisting the urge to bring her hands down from where Quinn put them. He lifts himself back up, watching Y/n as he finally gives her what she wants, pushing two fingers into her.

She circles her hips over his fingers, her eyes squeezing shut and her mouth hanging open slightly. Quinn always thought she looked perfect like this, mainly because he was the only one to get her to look this way.

Y/n spreads her legs wider for him, arching her back as Quinn pumps his fingers in and out of her. He presses a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering as he hears the desperate, whiny moans coming out of Y/n’s mouth.

“Come on baby,” he says, bringing his thumb up to circle her clit as he continues curling his fingers inside her “I can feel you squeezing on my fingers”.

“Fuck-” Y/n starts, her hips lifting off the bed to help herself finish “please don’t stop, I’m so close” she moans out, circling her hips around his fingers.

“I won’t stop baby, I want you to come for me” he says, bringing his lips to her ear and pressing a kiss below it, sending chills down her body.

That was all Y/n needed to hear before she could feel her release all over Quinn’s fingers, tears pricking her eyes from the pleasure.

“Open your eyes baby” he says, “I want to see you”.

She complies, her eyes opening to look up at Quinn. He gives her a few more seconds before pulling his fingers out of her, she winces from the loss of contact.

He brings his hand to her waist, turning her over to lay on her stomach. “Keep your hands away, okay baby?” he says, gripping her hips up towards him. She nods in response, her upper body connected with the bed and her lower body up for Quinn.

He reaches into his nightstand, grabbing a condom and ripping it out of the packaging, rolling it onto himself. He lines himself up with Y/n’s entrance, earning a whine from her mouth.

She winces as his tip meets with her entrance, still sensitive from earlier. Quinn hears this, letting out a breath before saying,

“Just relax baby, I’ll take care of you”.

Y/n nods, even though Quinn was still pissed off from earlier, he was good at hiding it.

He slowly pushes inside Y/n, letting out a moan as his dick meets with her slick walls. He very gently rocks his hips back and forth, holding himself back from completely pounding into her.

“You okay now?” he asks, leaning forward to kiss her shoulder.

“Yes I’m okay now” Y/n says, lifting her head and turning it back slightly, trying her best to look at Quinn. He squeezes her hips a few times before moving his hips faster, his grip on Y/n becoming tighter.

Quinn thrusts into her, moaning out incoherently as he can feel himself almost there, embarrassed at the fact that he won’t last as long like he thought he would.

He brings his dick almost all the way out, his tip remaining in her before pushing back inside again, earning himself moans slipping from Y/n’s mouth.

“Fuck baby,” Quinn starts, “you’re perfect”.

She moans in response, feeling her release pooling inside of her, close to her second orgasm of the night. She can feel herself squeezing around Quinn, his size becoming overwhelming for her.

Quinn takes the initiative to flip them over, Y/n now laying on her back as he continues thrusting in and out of her.

She wraps her legs around his waist, the heel of her foot pressing into his lower back, connecting them closer together.

“You’re such a good girl for me” he says, bringing a hand up to bring her arms back down.

She wraps her arms around this neck, her hands traveling up and down his back. One of her hand’s scratches his back, the other tugging on his hair as she feels herself come onto him, crying out his name as his thrusts become sloppier.

“Fuck- I love you so much” she says, throwing her head back.

“I love you baby” he says, his hips jerking back and forth before he can feel his release filling the condom.

He lays himself on top of her, still inside her as they both catch their breath. She plays with his now sweaty hair, twirling the ends between her finger tips, her other hand rubbing his shoulder.

He runs his finger tips up and down her arm, closing his eyes as she plays with his hair. He realizes it’s time to pull out when he can feel Y/n wiggling underneath him.

He picks himself up off of her, slowly pulling out and rolling the condom off, throwing it into the trash. He puts his boxers back on before telling Y/n “I’ll be right back”.

Quinn makes his way to the bathroom, grabbing a towel to clean up Y/n before they fall asleep. He runs a corner of it under warm water before settle himself between her legs. asking her to spread her legs so he can clean her.

She winces as he cleans her, pressing a sweet kiss to her inner thigh to soothe her. Once he’s finished, he puts the towel into the basket, retrieving Y/ns shirt off of the floor and giving her a fresh pair of underwear.

She changes, opening her arms when she’s done so Quinn can lay in them. “You’re so good to me” she says, “I’m sorry for teasing you earlier”.

hii yesss!! thanks for the request, i’m sorry this took so long i wanted it to be perfect lol. i really hope u guys like this & hopefully it delivers LOL, hope u enjoy <33

summary: jack has been away for a while, and when he finally comes home him & y/n waste no time alone !!

warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex (don’t do this guys unless ur married or in a committed relationship lol), rough jhugh but he’s still a sweetheart <3

a/n: request always open!

Jack has been away for the past week, leaving Y/n to take care of their children by herself. Having 2 toddlers isn’t easy, and taking care of them by herself has been hard for her, but she also wouldn’t change a thing for the world.

She knew Jack would be getting home soon, his flight was slightly delayed because of bad weather but she knew that he was almost to the airport, which meant she had at least an hour until Jack was home.

Usually, they don’t let the kids stay awake late, but Y/n agreed because they haven’t seen their dad for a while. She put on a movie for them to watch in the living room, each of the girls settled into her side as they laid on the couch.

Y/n knew the girls were going to be tired because it was way past their bedtime, so she bright a blanket for them to all share, using both her hands to rub the girls backs as she could tell they were falling asleep.

By the time Jack got home, the girls were out. Y/n peeked her head over the couch, giving Jack a big smile as he quietly dropped his bags by the front door, walking over to greet them.

“Hi baby” he said to Y/n, dropping to his knees to plant a kiss on her lips before shaking his daughters awake. They both wake up, a bit annoyed to woken up but they perk up once they realize who it is.

They both jump into his arms, knocking him down from his knees to sit on the floor. “Daddy we missed you” one of his daughters says, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he holds both them close.

“I missed you too” he says, standing up with both of them in his arms and pressing kisses to their faces.

“But,” he starts, “I think it’s bedtime for you girls” he says. They both whine in protest, Y/n getting up as he carries them into their bedrooms.

They both put them down, the 2 girls share a room together but they have their own beds, so they each take turns saying goodnight to them.

It doesn’t take long for them to fall asleep, Jack turning on a small nightlight for them before shutting the door. He immediately turns around to face Y/n, Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug, his face in the crook for her neck.

“I missed you so much” he says, “I hate being away from you and the girls”. She hugs him back, “I know, it’s hard for us too but it’s worth it” she says, pressing a kiss to his head as they make their way into their own room.

Just as the door shuts, Jack spins Y/n around, desperately kissing her. The action catches her off guard at first before she kisses him back, her hands coming up to grab his face.

She can feel his hands come around to meet the backs of her thighs, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. He gently plops her down, hovering his body over hers as he kisses her, using both his hands to hold himself up.

Ever since having kids, they’ve had to learn to be more cautious about how loud they’re being, and also knowing how to act natural in case they ever got walked in on. They’ve been pretty good at it, however it was different tonight.

Jack has been gone for a while, and all they wanted was each other. That being said, they were paying absolutely no attention to their surroundings, not even thinking about the possibility of one of the kids waking up.

Jack’s hand came up to reach under Y/n’s shirt, just before pulling it off, they hear tiny footsteps coming down the hallway. Both of them don’t know what to do, so Jack quickly removes his hand, throwing himself next to Y/n before the door opens up.

They both sit up as one of their daughters enters the room, seeing a sad look on her face before she makes her way to the bed.

“What’s wrong sweetheart” Y/n says, pulling her in to sit on her lap.

“I had a bad dream” she says.

Y/n strokes her hair, brushing it out of her face and says “Want us to lay with you?”.

She nods her head, both Jack and Y/n getting up before Jack tells her “I can do it don’t worry, we’ll be quick”. He picks up their daughter, holding her on his hip and leaning down press a kiss to Y/n’s forehead.

Jack carries his daughter back to her room, trying to fit his body on her tiny bed, holding her close to him as he strokes her hair in hopes that it’ll help her fall asleep.

They lay like this for a while, Jack humming quietly to help his daughter fall asleep, but still being quiet enough to not wake the other one up. He can tell she’s fallen asleep because her breathing has gotten heavier, and he can feel her body relax into his.

Y/n makes her way down the hallway to see both of them, peaking through the door as Jack very slowly gets up off the bed, placing the blanket over his daughter and pressing a kiss to her head.

“You’re the best” says Y/n, as Jack makes his way towards her.

“Just doing my dad duties” he says back, closing the door behind him as he flashes her a look.

They quickly go back to their bedroom, Jack wasting no time as his lips practically attack hers. He guides her back onto the bed, his hand coming up to remove her shirt.

She arches her back into him, her hands coming up to play with his hair as his lips move down to her neck, sucking on the sensitive spots as one hand comes to her breast, gently pinching her nipple to work her up.

She tugs at his hair, replacing his hand with this mouth. Y/n sucks in a breath, desperately trying to be quiet as he works her up. He uses the angle he’s at to remove her pants, leaving her only in her underwear.

Y/n grabs his shoulders, signaling for him to come back up to her. He complies, pressing a kiss in the middle of her chest before making his way back up to her lips. She uses this as her chance to remove his shirt, admiring his toned body as he sits on his knees to help her remove his shirt.

As he comes back down to her, she runs her finger tips up and down his chest, giving him goosebumps. He dips his fingers into her underwear, curling his fingers to pull them down slightly before his fingertip meets her clit.

Y/n throws her head back into the pillows, one hand tugging on jacks hair and the other scratching his back. She arches her back as he gently rubs her clit, he can hear her practically sighing at his foreplay.

“What?” he says, in a teasing tone, “need me that bad baby?”.

Y/n moans out a “yes” in response, spreading her legs wider for him, “please”.

“Well, since you said please” he says, removing her underwear completely, kissing her to muffle the moans coming out of her mouth.

Y/n rocks her hips back and forth slowly, the feeling of his fingers could make her come in a matter of seconds, especially since they haven’t been able to do it for a while. He rubs soft circles onto her clit, Y/n throwing her head back as he works her up.

Jack’s lips attach to Y/n’s neck, pressing open-mouth kisses to it. Y/n does her best to remain as quiet as she can, silently praying that her children will stay asleep.

Jack can’t take anymore of his own foreplay, although he knows this could last longer, he was desperate to be inside her. He rubs his fingers faster in hopes to her come sooner than he had planned to, whispering into Y/n’s ear about how much he missed her, and how good she was being to him.

It didn’t take all that much talking for Y/n to release, grabbing Jacks face to kiss her. After she’s calmed down, she tugs Jacks pants off, her fingers toying with the waist band of his boxers.

She pulls them down for Jack, pumping him in her hand as he bucks his hip forward, a quiet moan leaving his mouth. She does this for a little bit, feeling most of Jacks body weight on hers before he picks himself back up, replacing her hand with his, lining himself up with her entrance.

His tip lingers for a bit before he fully pushes into her, his lips resting on her forehead. He gently rocks his hips back and forth, letting Y/n get familiar with the feeling of him inside her.

Her hands go to Jacks hair as he continues to move his hips faster, his moans ringing through her ears. Her hands come up to his hair, arching her back and gently tugging on the roots of Jacks hair.

He shifts his body weight to one hand, the other hand tugging Y/ns leg to wrap around his waist. She wraps both her legs around him, the new angle bringing both of them closer.

Y/n releases Jacks hair from her hands, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer to her, their lips brushing past each other as he continues to thrust into her.

She can feel his hot breath on her face, his breath becoming heavier as Jack can feel himself getting close. Y/n isn’t exactly sure when this happens, but she feels Jacks hand on her waist, pulling out of her and quickly turning her to lay on her stomach.

She uses her hands to hold herself up as she feels Jack enter her again, his hands harshly gripping her hips. He brings his chest closer to her back, pressing kisses to her shoulders and sucking lightly, his lips coming in contact with her ear.

“You’re so good for me” he says, her body becoming covered in chills. She moans in response, his grip on her hips loosening as his thrusts become sloppier.

“You gonna come for me baby” he says, pressing a kiss to her ear, one of his hands coming to press down on her back. She moves her hips back to push Jack further into her, his hand still on her back as he thrusts into her.

“Fuck..” she says, biting down on her finger to muffle her moans as she can feel herself getting closer. “Please don’t stop I’m right there”.

She can feel Jack twitching inside of her, his release filling her up before she can feel herself let loose. Her release runs down her legs as Jack continues thrusting into her.

He gives her a few sloppy thrusts before pulling out, turning her back over to face him again. He presses a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a bit. She brings her hand up to brush his sweaty hair off of his forehead, running her fingers through his hair as he lowers his body onto hers.

“I missed you so much” Jack says, his head resting on her shoulder, his breath tickling her neck.

“I miss you so much more” she says, turning her head to press a kiss to the side of his head. He leans into her. They lay like this for a while, the only noise in the room being their breathing.

Jack runs his fingers up and down Y/ns arm, shutting his eyes until he feels Y/n shaking him back awake.

“Jack..” she starts, “we should probably get cleaned up”. He picks his head up off her shoulder, nodding his head as he gets up to look for his shirt and boxers.

He runs to their bathroom, grabbing a towel for Y/n and helping clean her up. He grabs Y/n a pair of his boxers for her to sleep in, finding her shirt on the floor and pulling it over her head.

Once they are dressed, he lays down next to her, opening his arms for her to lay in. She rests her head on his arm, her finger tips tracing shapes onto his chest.

a/n: heyyy guys i’ve been scared to post this cause im scared ppl will hate it but.. here it is. ive never been w a man so some of the stuff i probably wrote isnt correct but i hope you guys like this:) lmk if u want more yaoi

warnings: nsfw w/ kirill kaprizov & quinn hughes

Quinn and Kirill were both told they were speaking to the media, together. Both were pretty excited because of how well they and the team played, and this was one of the few times Quinn wasn’t dreading an interview, especially because he had Kirill with him.

They both sat down right next to eachother, Quinn taking off his jacket and beanie, Kirill doing the same. They asked both of them an equal amount of questions, Quinn usually taking the lead when they were asked the same questions, mainly because Kirill motioned for him to answer them. Throughout the interview, Quinn could feel Kirill looking over at him.

He tried his best to focus on the interviewers, however, that felt nearly impossible when he spotted Kirill’s hand coming to meet with his thigh. Quinn did his best to keep his composure, trying to make his voice sound normal every time Kirill squeezed his thigh.

All was going well until Kirill moved his hand higher up Quinn’s leg, gently squeezing his dick through his pants. Quinn choked on a grunt-

“Sorry, had to clear my throat” he says, reaching for his water bottle and flashing Kirill a look. He stops squeezing, now just resting his hand on Quinn’s now hard dick. He chugs some water, letting out a fake cough as he continues to answer questions.

The interview felt longer than ever, all they wanted to do was go back to the hotel and continue this act without being scared of people finding out. Quinn discreetly reaches down to Kirill’s hand, pushing it down to his thigh. His hand rests there, a few more questions and then the interview is finally over.

They both grab their jackets and Quinn grabs his hat as they leave to head back to the hotel. They didn’t come to the game together so they both went their separate ways. However, Quinn knows they’ll be seeing each other soon anyway.

Quinn makes his way to his own hotel room, sitting on the bed and watching his phone, waiting for Kirill to invite him over into his room. It doesn’t take long before he hears a ding! on his phone, the message being from Kirill. Quinn sprays a bit of cologne on himself before quietly leaving his room, making his way down the hall and knocking on Kirill's door.

Kirill opens the door rather quickly, pulling Quinn inside by his shirt as Quinn closes the door. The moment the door closes, Kirill pins him up against it, pressing a kiss onto Quinn’s lips. Quinn kisses him back, running his hands through Kirill’s hair.

Quinn chuckles at Kirill's eagerness, pulling away from him to say-

“Not even a hello”

Kirill laughs, bringing his hand up to cup Quinn’s jaw

“You’re right, sorry baby” he says, “hello”.

Although Kirill has called him that so many times, it still makes Quinn’s heart flutter. Kirill moves his head to motion to the bed, both of them not wasting any time to get there. Kirill hovers his body over Quinn’s, his lips pressing the softest kisses to Quinn’s neck.

Quinn bucks his hips up slightly, doing anything he can to release the tension built up in him. Kirill notices this, shifting all his weight onto one of his arms so he can use the other to push Quinn’s hips back down-

“It’s alright baby” Kirill says, pressing a kiss to Quinn’s ear “soon”.

Quinn nods his head in response, trying his best to stay still for Kirill. Kirill’s hand holds Quinn in place, squeezing his hip gently as he continues sucking on Quinn’s neck. The anticipation is practically killing Quinn. Kirill had teased him throughout that interview, and now he was doing it again, behind closed doors.

Quinn whines in protest, being so wound up from what Kirill had done to him during that interview, and what he was doing to him now. Quinn brings his hand to Kirill’s hair, gently tugging at the roots to bring Kirill back up to meet his lips.

Kirill happily complies, kissing his way up to Quinn’s mouth, licking his bottom lip before sliding his tongue into Quinn’s mouth. Kirill’s hand lets go off Quinn’s hip, coming down to meet with the buckle of Quinn’s belt, swiftly undoing it with one hand.

Quinn follows the same actions, undoing Kirill’s belt, also reaching his hand under his shirt to pull it off. Kirill sits up on his knees, removing his own shirt since it was easier that way anyway. Quinn takes a second to admire Kirill’s body, running his hands up and down him before Kirill comes back down to connect his lips with Quinn’s.

Quinn can’t take any more of this back and forth, so he takes it upon himself to remove his own pants. Kirill looks down at Quinn, eventually picking up the hint that Quinn is ready for more. His hand comes to palm Quinn through his boxers, causing him to let out a moan.

“Is this what you wanted?” Kirill asks, nudging his nose with Quinn’s

“Yes” Quinn moans out, bucking his hips up in the air as he tugs on Kirill’s hair.

Kirill lets out a low chuckle, pressing a kiss to Quinn’s lips as his hand moves inside his boxers. Quinn stiffens up at the action at first, letting out a groan as Kirill’s hand comes in contact with him. He slides his hand up and down Quinn, barely pumping him in his hand.

Quinn throws his head back into the pillows, allowing Kirill’s lips to make contact with his neck. He sucks on the sensitive spots on Quinn’s neck, being careful to not leave any marks. Quinn rests his hips on the bed, knowing that Kirill will take care of him now.

Kirill removes his hand from Quinn’s dick, pulling down his boxers for Quinn to be completely bare in front of him. Quinn lifts his hips, helping Kirill remove them. His hand comes back to pump Quinn in his hand, going faster than he was before.

Kirill kisses his way back up to Quinn’s mouth, kissing him sloppily as Quinn arches his back up off of the bed. Quinn squeezes his eyes shut as he can feel himself getting closer, slightly embarrassed that it didn’t take long for him to come.

“Are you close?” Kirill asks

Quinn nods his head, he usually had a hard time being verbal during intimacy. But fortunately for Quinn, Kirill liked to be verbal, so he usually does most of the talking.

“Tell me” he says, causing Quinn to open his eyes, “tell me how close you are”.

Quinn isn’t sure what to say at first, he wasn’t sure if Kirill wanted him to beg, which it seemed like this is where that was going, or if he was being literal.

Kirill stops Quinn’s train of thought by saying-

“Tell me or I’ll stop”.

Quinn didn’t want him to stop, so he put his own embarrassment aside, knowing that it would make Kirill happy.

“Fuck-” Quinn starts, rolling his hips as Kirill pumps him in his hand. “Please don’t stop, I'm so close” he says, gently tugging on the roots of Kirill’s hair. Kirill’s hand works faster up and down Quinn’s dick, their noses touching and Quinn can feel Kirill’s hot breath on his face.

“Such a good boy for telling me” Kirill says, attaching his lips with Quinn's.

Quinn moans in his mouth, not caring that he was being too loud for being in a hotel room. He arches his back, feeling himself release onto Kirill’s hand. Kirill doesn’t stop, releasing his lips from Quinn’s and pressing a kiss to Quinn’s forehead.

Quinn has to practically pry Kirill’s hand away from him, the pleasure becoming overstimulating. Kirill moves his hand away, resting it on Quinn’s waist.

“You alright?” Kirill asks, bringing his lips to linger on Quinn’s forehead.

Quinn’s hands come down from Kirill’s hair to cup his face, “yeah, are you?”

Kirill nods his head, closing his eyes as Quinn’s thumb rubs his cheek. Quinn can feel how hard Kirill is, bringing his hands down to tug on Kirill’s pants. Kirill helps Quinn remove them, making him be left in only his boxers.

Quinn’s hand moves down, touching Kirill through his boxers, causing Kirill’s hips to shift forward. He lets out a quiet moan, closing his eyes as Quinn continues to touch him. He lowers his body closer to Quinn’s, still allowing room for Quinn’s hand.

“Do you want to?” Kirill asks, his eyes pointing in the direction of the nightstand, subconsciously letting Quinn know there were condoms in there.

Quinn stops his hand-

“Yeah, I want to” he says.

Kirill lifts himself up, reaching into the hotel nightstand to grab a condom. Quinn uses this moment to push himself up further on the bed, waiting for Kirill to take action. Kirill removes his boxers, throwing them on the floor before rolling the condom onto himself.

Kirill places his hands on either side of Quinn’s hips, helping Quinn flip over into the correct position. One of Kirilll’s hands is left on Quinn’s hip, the other helping himself line up with Quinn’s entrance.

Kirill pushes in slowly, Quinn tenses up slightly at the pressure. Kirill comes down to press a kiss to Quinn’s shoulder, not moving his own hips yet to allow Quinn to become comfortable with the feeling.

“Are you ready?” Kirill asks, squeezing Quinn’s hip in his hand.

Quinn nods his head yes, rocking his hips back and forth as Kirill begins to move. They both let out moans, Quinn’s being a lot louder than Kirill’s. He keeps a slow pace for a while, doing his best to make sure he doesn’t hurt Quinn.

“Can you go faster, ” Quinn says as he turns his head as best as he can to look at Kirill, “please”.

He doesn’t say anything, his hips just move faster. His grip becomes tighter on Quinn’s hips, Quinn was almost sure that it would leave a mark.

The pace of Kirill’s hips caused Quinn to knock himself down from his hands to his forearms, the pleasure overtaking him. Kirill squeezes Quinn’s hips, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he continues. Quinn could tell Kirill was close because he started to become careless with the amount of moans he was letting out, Quinn didn’t mind them though.

“Fuck,” Kirill starts, his hands loosening their grip from Quinn’s hips “are you-”

He cuts himself off with another moan, maintaining his pace inside of Quinn.

“Yeah, I am” Quinn says, picking himself up off of his forearms and back onto his hands.

It isn’t longer after that until the condom is filled with Kirill’s release, Quinn could feel his own running down his thighs. Kirill doesn’t pull out immediately, his hips attaching to Quinn’s back, pressing open mouth kisses over it.

Quinn sighs contently, the moment cut short before Quinn starts shifting his hips, signaling for Kirill to pull out. Quinn winces at the loss of contact, flipping around on his back to face Kirill. He brings his hands up to pull Kirill’s face towards him, giving him a sloppily kiss before Kirill goes to the bathroom, running a clean rag under warm water to clean himself up, bringing another clean rag back to clean up Quinn as well.

They lay with each other for a while after getting cleaned up, Quinn holding Kirill close to his bare chest. Although they both wished this could last longer, they didn’t want to take any chances of being caught.

“I should probably go” Quinn says, pressing a kiss to Kirill’s head.

Kirill signs quietly, nodding his head and shuffling away from Quinn, the two of them retrieving their clothes. Once they both finished getting dressed, Kirill pulled Quinn by his shirt closer toward him, giving him one last kiss before they had to go back to being ‘just teammates’.

“This was nice, I’m sorry I have to go so quick” Quinn says.

“It was,” Kirill says, leading Quinn to the door “but don’t worry, see you tomorrow for morning skate, get some sleep Quinny”.

Quinn nods, “You too, see you tomorrow”.

He looked down both ways of the hall before exiting, even though it was late at night, he wanted to be sure no one was around.

Kirill closes the door, his room and bed smelling like Quinn now. He removes most of his clothing, keeping his t-shirt and putting on a fresh pair of boxers before getting under the covers.

Slovacek In Love HCs

Character - Nicholas Slovacek (Boots)

Fic Type - Headcanons (Slovacek x gn!reader)

Content - Slovacek having a crush on the reader/falling in love with them and how he goes about dealing with it and expressing it

Note - Happy Valentine's Day! I hope your day is wonderful and filled with love (be it romantic, platonic, familial, or purely self-love). Here's some fluff to enjoy alongside your favorite candies/chocolates!

Gif by @sleazymermaid

Pairing: Jordan Huxhold x Payton's cousinfem!reader

wc: 1.3k

Content Warnings: cursing

AN: Gotta return to my roots

Synopsis: you fly in from boston to see your cousin. he’s mid-livestream with jordan when you walk in. one hug turns into chaos, chat goes feral, and suddenly everyone’s asking the same question: why is jordan looking at her like that?

masterlist

part one, part two